Chapter 4
After Bob left that morning, Myra went in for a shower. She was so upset that she never thought to lock the door, and once she was undressed she was slow in starting the shower. She sat naked on the closed toilet seat, lost in thought, wondering if she had a marriage left to save. She was just about to get up and start the water running when Mark opened the door and stepped in.
Myra jumped up, startled, and Mark's mouth dropped. He hadn't known his mother was there, and now he was simply overwhelmed by her nakedness. Mother and son stared at each other for a long minute, as if they were strangers. Myra saw his eyes travel from her huge, thrusting tits to her hairy pussy, examining her carefully.
"I-I forgot to lock the door," she finally stammered.
"Yeah," Mark said, beginning to back out.
Myra couldn't help noticing the unmistakable lump in the front of his pants. It reminded her of her college days. She swallowed hard and watched the lump disappear as Mark closed the door.
Outside the bathroom door Mark braced himself against the wall. His knees felt rubbery and his throat was dry. He'd seen his own mother naked! He grabbed his hard, aching cock through his pants and squeezed hard. He couldn't forget how his mother's huge, volleyball-like tits had jumped and bounced when he'd walked in. And the memory of her dark brown curls bursting- like a bush from the bottom of her belly made his balls churn.
Mark had been jerking off a long time but he had never felt half the excitement in his groin—even at the moment of climax—that he felt now just from viewing his mother's beautiful body.
Myra, meanwhile, had stepped into the steamy shower, rejoicing in the stinging spray hitting her body, especially her enormous tits and sensitive nipples. She smiled to herself at the memory of Mark's expression, then laughed and wriggled her hips under the falling water. She was still horny, still unsatisfied even after Bob's humiliating method of making her cum. She shook her large, creamy tits, enjoying their pull.
"Mmmm," she sighed, and lifted her hands to her tits.
Hefting their weight, she pressed her thumbs into her dark red nipples, scrubbing her tits and then pinching them between her fingers and thumbs. She sighed happily, but missed a man's touch. The way she felt about her mar-riage, now, it could be any man's touch, she told herself.
She turned in the stall and her full, fleshy ass cheeks tightened as the fast spray stung them. Leaning forward, the mouth of her cunt gaped below, avidly clutching at nothing as she squirmed under the spray, urging her orgasm. Her lips parted as the delicious stimulation of her cunt and asshole continued, varied only by the movement of her hips.
Her face flushed as the strong spasms surged through her belly. She wiggled her fingers over her plump cuntlips and standing clit, and even over the tight ring of her asshole, and finally sagged, drained of tension and panting, to her knees in the tub.
It had been good, Myra thought as she turned off the water and climbed from the tub, but not good enough. She'd grown too accustomed to Bob's massaging hands on her back, followed by his hot, demanding tongue. She'd never been unfaithful to him, but she was beginning to consider it, now. But who did she knew who was safe, and also turned her on?
That question haunted her all day long as she prepared for Mark's party. Earlier in the day, there'd been a few uncomfortable moments between the two of them when she'd emerged from the bathroom in her robe. Mark tried to apologize for walking in on her, but Myra smiled.
"Forget it," she joked. "Just think of it as a sort of unexpected birthday present."
Mark smiled, but he wouldn't forget it. He nerved himself up enough to say, "Prettiest present I'll get, I bet!"
Myra shook her head and felt herself redden, but she was nevertheless pleased. She felt even closer to her son, now, and knew part of the reason was that she was losing—or had lost—Bob.
Lunch delivered another unexpected present to Mark, for this time, Myra, in a mischievous mood, impulsively took off her bra before coming out to serve him. What a gorgeous set of tits! he said to himself as Myra, as innocently as possible, leaned down as she filled his plate.
Mark's eyes bugged right out of his head and he gulped audibly as the neck of, his mother's blouse hung out and her huge white tits swung into view, smooth and dazzling white. He felt her breath against his cheek as he tried to crane his neck for a peek at her nipples. But before he could see those beautiful dark lumps, she had straightened up and was sitting down opposite him.
Mark knew his face was red, but hoped his mother wouldn't notice or, if she did, wouldn't guess the reason why. But his cock was straining the material of his crotch again, bent almost in half by the constricting pants. His balls were aching, too, and he felt more like jerking off than eating.
Myra smiled to herself, feeling deliciously wicked. She knew it wasn't nice to tease, especially your own son, but she hadn't been able to help herself. And, she mused, it was sort of a present for Mark.
Too bad he isn't a stranger, she thought, clenching her plump thighs tightly, trying to squeeze away some of the throbbing. What fun they could have if he wasn't her son! To be fucked regularly again would be wonderful, and she knew he had the equipment to do it with. The lump she'd seen in his pants when he'd opened the bathroom door certainly wasn't any smaller than his father's.
Ohhh, it was terrible to be daydreaming about her own son's cock, but it was Bob's fault! If he'd kept on doing his duty, she wouldn't be this horny. Damn him, it was all his fault that she couldn't keep her thoughts from dwelling on the stiff cock she'd seen tenting her son's pants!
It got later and later, and Mark's guests began arriving. The cake was on the center of the table, surrounded by presents and empty dishes awaiting ice cream, but the candles weren't lit. Myra and her son were waiting for Bob. Some of the kids asked him where his father was, and Mark shrugged, pretending not to care, and told them he was working.
Myra was furious. Mark had looked forward to his party for weeks and Bob was spoiling it. She couldn't delay much longer, or there wouldn't be time for any games before the kids had to go home. Two hours after Bob should have arrived, Myra lit the candles on her son's cake and clapped with the others when he blew them out. Everyone had a piece of cake, some ice cream and soda, but she opened the liquor cabinet for herself. The mood Bob had put her in, she thought angrily, she needed a stiff drink!
There was one girl at the party who Mark had liked for a long time. Her name was Sally, and she was the prettiest little girl in school. Of course, she didn't have tits like his mother, but the lemon-sized lumps under her blouse looked like they'd fit nicely into his mouth. Mark wondered about her pussy, too. He knew she couldn't have a bush like his mother, but was she too young to have even peach fuzz? He'd really like to see a pussy all bare and available to his eyes and fingers.
When the games finally reached number three on Myra's list, hide and seek, Mark was ready. When it was Sally's turn to hide, he kept his eyes open and tiptoed after her.
"Pssssst!" he hissed. When she turned, big-eyed, he put a finger to his lips and warned her to be quiet.
"You're not supposed to look!" she pouted in a whisper.
"I've got a great place for you to hide, Sally," he said. "No one'll ever find you there. Let me show you."
He led her to the attic, took the key from its hiding place under a table lamp, and unlocked the door. He locked it after them. "No one will think we're in here," he said, motioning her to walk up the stairs ahead of him.
"Nice panties," he whispered, lifting her skirt in the back.
"Stop that!" she gasped, whirling around to face him.
"Why?" he grinned, boldly reaching under her dress again and cupping the warm bulge of her pussy. "Don't you want to give me a real nice birthday present?"
Sally's face was bright pink, and her pussy burned and tiched where he'd touched it. She stood still, trembling, her legs slightly parted, protested weakly in barely heard whispers. But when he curled his fingers and tickled the soft flesh under the panties she gasped and abruptly sat down on some boxes.
Mark stayed with her, for his fingers could feel heat and dampness under the panties, and she wasn't doing anything to stop him. His heart raced with excitement. The idea that he was actually touching a pussy—and that he might get to see it—was overpowering. His cock was as hard as it had been when he'd seen his mother naked.
"Sally," he whispered urgently, "let me see it, O.K?" He hooked some fingers under her crotchband and rubbed them against her bare, wet, hot flesh.
Sally giggled, caught her breath and clamped her thighs tightly around his fingers. He kept rubbing, finding her cunt filled with juice. He wriggled a finger into it.
"Aaaaooooooohhh-h-h-h," Sally groaned happily, enjoying the forbidden touch, which was so much better than her own fingers.
Her legs parted again, giving Mark silent assent to do more. He pushed her dress up and, keeping his fingers still busy in her wet pussy, used his free hand to pull her panties partway down.
"Oh, Jeez!" Mark breathed, staring at the little girl's puffy, rose-colored pussylips.
Her cuntlips were silky-looking and shiny-wet, and there was a tiny, darker lump at the top of the steaming pussy. Sally had only a scanty sprinkling of fine hairs around the outer bulge of her pussy, and Mark could easi-ly see the flushed skin beneath them. But it was the pouting gash in the center of that bulge that delighted him, and the inflamed—looking lump at the top.
"Ohhhhhh! Mark!" Sally gasped as the boy rubbed her hard clit curiously.
Mark grabbed it between his first finger and thumb and Sally went crazy, wriggling and flopping and gasping and clenching her thighs around his hand. She came, and Mark was smart enough to know it, and he took,his hand out from between her still-trembling thighs and pulled her legs apart.
The fleshy lips of her pussy were bright red and swollen, as was her clit. The whole area looked larger than it had at first, and then Mark saw the tiny wet hole at the bottom of the little girl's pussy and knew that it was made to grip his cock.
Quickly, he began to unzip his pants. Sally watched him, her red face gleaming with sweat and her eyes round as eggs. She gasped and gaped as he pulled his hard cock out.
"Ever see a cock before?" Mark asked, hauling out his balls, too.
Sally shook her head. Mark saw her lick her lips, and felt sure that she was just as excited as he was. "Touch it," he said, grinning nervously. "It won't bite."
Sally's eyes were already intently inspecting the strange, almost frightening sight. She leaned forward and timidly took hold of his cock. She felt its heat and gently squeezed, glancing from time to time at Mark's face to see if she was hurting him. But all he did was sigh and quiver and shove his cock harder against her soft palm.
"Play with it!" Mark said, his voice urgent. "Rub it up and down!"
She lifted his cock with one hand and played with his balls with the other, testing their spongy softness. When she began plucking at the hairs curling from them, Mark groaned and widened his stance, and began pumping his hips like crazy. His cock slid rapidly in and out of her fist, the loose skin sliding back and forth over his prick as her fingers tightened.
"Sall-y-y-y-y!"
The voice was that of one of his guests, a skinny little girl named Alice. He'd never given her a second look because she was built more like a boy than a girl, and showed no signs of blossoming into anything other than a pest. He could cheerfully have killed her, now.
Sally squealed with fear and pulled up her panties. Mark's cock bobbed forlornly in the air as he watched all the goodies disappear. He was tempted to pull himself off, he was so horny, but as Alice's footsteps approached, he angrily showed his cock back inside his pants and zipped up. Alice knocked on the attic door.
"Sally? You in there?"
"J-just a minute!" Sally stammered, walking down the steps. "You found me." She tried to open the door, then gestured frantically to Mark for the key. He threw it to her and ducked out of sight as she went out the door.
"Now it's my turn!" Alice cried happily.
Mark cursed silently, waited until they were gone, and then crept quietly down to join in the new hunt. After all, it was his party, and his mother would be wondering where he was.
Myra was indeed wondering where Mark was. She emptied the glass she was holding at one gulp, aware that she was drinking more than she should, but she needed something to relax her. She was still so angry with Bob for what he'd done to her, and for missing their son's party, that she needed to drink to stay calm. Besides, she was still hot for a real fucking—not fingering—and she knew she wasn't going to get it.
The party was finally over. Myra looked at the mess on the table and decided she'd clean up tomorrow. She just didn't have the ambition to do it now. She smiled at Mark as he returned from saying good-bye to the last of his friends, and held out her arms to him.
"Happy Birthday," she said, and gave him a big hug as he put his arms around her. -Mark felt his face grow hot, and then his cock stirred. He could hardly stand it, the way her huge, soft tits spread across his chest with their hard nipples poking him. His palms on the warm and softness of her lower back also burned, and his mouth went dry. She smelled so nice, even with the liquor ...
"Mom, can I have a drink, now? Everybody's gone, you don't have to worry about their telling ..."
Myra didn't have the heart to refuse him. He'd had enough disappointments for one day. "O.k.," she smiled. "We'll have our own party!" Maybe a few drinks will make him forget what a bastard he's got for a father, she thought, handing her son a glass.
Three-quarters of an hour later Myra was supporting Mark as he staggered toward his bedroom. The boy's eyes were closed and he slurred half-intelligible words that meant nothing at all to her as she half-carried him to bed. He fell backward, his legs dangling over the sides, and she sat next to him, holding him up with an arm around his shoulders. His head fell against the side of one soft tit. He snored.
Myra's heart went out to him. What a birthday, she thought. First, his father doesn't show, and then I let him drink too much. He'll probably have an awful headache in the morning. As his face nestled in the pillow of her tit, Myra was tempted to feed his slack lips her hard, jutting nipple. It was taut and itchy, and she recalled how much he had loved sucking her when he was a baby.
Oh, shit! She had to stop this! He wasn't a baby any longer, the size of the lump in his crotch told her that if nothing else did. As she held him, her free hand stroked his cheek and traced the firmness of his jaw. He was so handsome, such a good boy!
Mark stirred sleepily and mumbled as her hand rubbed his shoulder and upper chest, feeling the strength of his lean body. Her hand continued to make little circles across his chest, rubbing it through his shirt, and after a while Mark's hand lifted and covered it. Myra checked, and saw that he was still sleeping, so she continued to stroke his warm, hairless chest. After a while, she discovered that his hand was guiding hers.
"Poor little boy," she murmured, drawing him tighter to her. "Do you like that?"
But soon the distraught mother noticed that he was pushing her hand around on his stomach. When the edge of her hand touched his belt buckle, she realized that Mark was trying to get the large bulge in his pants rubbed! She stared, entranced, for she hadn't noticed before that his prick was hard.
''Oh, my, Mark!'' she breathed, turning her head to search his face. "How did that happen?"
She had no way of knowing that Mark was dreaming of Sally, seeing again the little girl's fingers wrapped around his cock while her face, inches away, awaited his cum. The image of the little girl soon merged with Myra's body, naked and rippling in the bathroom, and Mark's dream made him mumble and breathe heavily.
Myra, suffering from too much drink and too much lust herself, allowed her son to guide her hand until it rested over the hard, pulsing lump in his pants. She choked aloud and her fingers instinctively clutched his cock through the strained material.
Mark's whole body moved, hunching up against the cupping palm stroking his aching cock. He groaned in his sleep, and buried his face still deeper into his mother's tit while his hips thrust wildly.
The feel of her son's cock under her hand drove Myra crazy. She could feel the large bulge of his cock head, and couldn't help wondering what that mushroom-capped monster would feel like sliding into her long-neglected cunt. Unable to control her own urges, she slid her arm from around his shoulders and lowered him to the bed, then shoved her freed hand under her dress.
"Ahhhhh-h-h-h," she groaned as her fingers pushed her taut, damp panty crotch aside and delved into the soft, hot folds that longed to be penetrated by a cock—any cock!
As she rubbed her jelly-like inner flesh, Myra felt Mark's cock begin to spasm. Her own climax was only seconds away, and she lost all sense of shame as she manipulated her ciit and quickly yanked Mark's zipper down.
"Ohmigod!" she almost screamed as she felt the searing heat of his naked cock. She held "his prick up in the air, feeling the loose skin moving under her palm as Mark's hips lifted and dropped.
"Uhhhh-h-h-h-h ..." Mark moaned.
As Myra's jacking fingers went up and struck the ridge of his cock knob a thick clot of cum boiled out and slid from the eye. She stared. When her hand slid down again, her son's hips lifted and a strong stream sprayed high into the air, coming down on her hand and arm. Her own climax struck, and she rubbed her sparking clit and whined as Mark's jism fountained out again and again.