Chapter 7
Marcia found herself as excited as a high school girl on her first date.
Bret had called her the very evening Dawn had talked to her about it, and by the time the conversation was over, Marcia was bubbling. Although she had talked to Bret a number of times, she found his voice extremely sexy on the telephone, and while he talked to her, her cunt had become moist and twitched until she thought she would actually come.
Bret had sounded very eager to take her out, and when he had asked for this evening, she readily agreed. Robert laughed about her excitement, teasing her. "Mom's gonna get fucked! Mom's gonna get fucked!" he sang.
Marcia stuck her tongue out at him playfully as she sat naked before her mirror, brushing her dark hair. He was on her bed, watching.
"That depends," she said. "Bret may be a real gentleman, you know."
"Gentlemen make passes, too," he replied.
"You're learning too much," she said. "Maybe we should stop this fucking for a while."
"Aw, Mom," he pouted, "I was only teasing."
"So am I," she smiled at him. "I could never stop this fucking any more than I could stop eating. I love you far too much to stop, and I love to fuck too much!"
Robert came to stand behind her, reaching over her shoulders and playing with her flawless tits as she applied makeup to her beautiful face. She felt his cock against her back swelling into hardness. She writhed her naked back across the front of his pants, and was rewarded when it throbbed.
"Are you gonna fuck him, Mom?" Robert asked, looking at her in the mirror as she traced her eyebrows.
"I told you, honey, it depends."
"On what?" Robert squeezed her tits, watching her rubbery nipples poke through his fingers.
"Oh, a number of things," she smiled at him. "If he wants me, if his cock gets hard, where we're at ... a lot of things."
"He'll want to fuck you--that's for sure, Mom."
"How do you know that, Robert?"
"He'd be crazy not to," her son said. "Any guy looking at you wants to fuck you, or else something is wrong with him."
"You're sweet," Marcia said, kissing her son's cheek.
He watched her apply a faint coat of lipstick, twisting his hard-on between her shoulder blades. "I guess I don't get any ass tonight."
Marcia paused and looked at her son in the mirror. She thought she could see rejection in his eyes, and she felt love for him swell within her body and heart. She turned around on the seat and began to open his pants. "You won't be without ass, baby," she said softly. "You sleep in my bed tonight, and when I come in, I'll wake you up and we can fuck all you want."
She pulled his cock out and stroked it, running the dripping piss hole over her nipples.
She closed her tits around his cock and moved them up and down, watching the cockhead slip up past the flesh. She bent her chin to her chest and ran the tip of her tongue over his cockhead, tasting the seeping fluids. Looking up at him, her eyes were moist with love.
"When I get home, I'll fuck you all you want, honey," she murmured.
"But, Mom," he protested. "Bret might fuck you so much you won't want any. You might be too tired."
"When have I ever been too tired to fuck, Robert?"
"Well ... never, I guess," he admitted. "But I've got a hard-on now, and well ..."
"And I'm going to make you come right now," she said in a soft voice. "Mother is going to make your hard cock come right now. And I'm going to make you come again when I get back from my date. And it doesn't matter if I get fucked by Bret or not; I'm still going to fuck you, too."
She turned her face down again to watch his cock fucking between her hot, creamy tits. Robert opened his pants and let them fall to his feet. Marcia felt his balls on the lower slopes of her tits and sighed with pleasure. His cock throbbed against the firm, spongy flesh of her tits and sent heat to her pussy. Every time his cockhead slipped past the smooth flesh, she ran her tongue over the oozing piss hole, making her son moan softly.
"Want to fuck my tits, honey?" Marcia whispered. "Want to fuck Mother's tits this way? Would you rather stick it up my cunt, or do you want me to suck your cock off? How about my asshole?"
Robert was excited to feel her hot tits around his cock. "This way, Mom! Between your tits!"
She laughed softly and squeezed her tits tighter about his cock. Her tongue fluttered faster about the dripping piss hole. Then she leaned down a bit farther and pulled his balls into the soft valley. Marcia closed her hot, wet lips around the head of his cock and sucked as he thrust his cock and balls up and down.
"Oh, Mom! Hot tits and hot mouth!" he grunted, watching their reflection in the mirror. "This is good, Mom! I can watch you suck my cock in the mirror!"
"Mmmm," she moaned around the head of his smooth prick, her tongue fluttering over the sensitive piss hole.
Marcia closed her warm, creamy thighs tightly against her son's trembling knees, her pussy pulsating wetly as she sucked the head of his cock, his balls caught between her firm tits. She knew without a doubt that when he came in her mouth, spewing all that delicious come juice down her throat, she would also come. Marcia came very easily, and she was proud of that fact. Sometimes she could just look at the front of a man's pants, and almost come. If she saw the outline of a nice cock in a pair of tight pants, she would indeed come.
She loved the feel of her son's cock between her lips. It was so smooth and delicious to her tongue. She loved the way it seeped as she sucked, coating her tongue until she had to swallow. The taste of his cock, the taste of his come juice, sent chills of delight flowing through her.
Robert was almost dancing now with steaming excitement as he watched her in the mirror. Marcia's nipples rubbed against him as he thrust his cock up and down. His balls began to draw up tightly at the base of his prick, and Marcia felt his cock throb more powerfully. Her tongue flew swiftly across his piss hole, knowing he was on the verge of coming off at any time now.
Then, just as he began to spurt, his cock somehow slipped free of her clinging lips. "Ohhhh!" Marcia wailed and tried to get the head of his cock back into her mouth. But he was coming and the juice splashed onto her chin and into her open mouth. Some of it coated the creamy swells of her tits and nipples. She ran her tits up and down his cock fast as she tried to get his squirting come juice into her mouth.
"I wanted it in my mouth!" she cried with disappointment. "Oh, Robert, I wanted you to come in my mouth!"
"I couldn't help it, Mom," he panted.
"I know, lover," she replied, looking at her wet tits. "It happens that way sometimes. Don't worry about it. Now I've got to clean this mess up or I'll be late for my date."
Robert sat back on the bed and watched his mother dress. Marcia pulled on a pair of tight, sheer bikini panties and no bra. Nylons and a garter belt completed her underclothing. Next came a light summer sweater that outlined her tits, her long nipples molded beautifully. A tight skirt with a slit along one side almost to her hip hugged her swelling ass and revealed her long, creamy thigh. Dressed, she posed before her son.
"How do I look, honey?" she asked. "Beautiful, Mom," he replied. "I could eat you up."
"Remember that when I get home tonight," she smiled at him, "because I'm going to keep you at your word. I'll be ready to have you eat me up, starting at my cunt!"
As she was going toward the living room, the doorbell rang. She opened the door to find Bret standing there. She flashed him a smile.
"Would you like a drink here before we go?" she asked.
"I'd prefer one at the club," he said, looking her up and down. "That is, if we can get there."
"What do you mean?"
"I might have to fight off half the town."
Marcia made a curtsy to him, smiling in pleasure. "Thank you."
It was not yet dusk as she walked with him across the lawn to his car. When he opened the door for her, she deliberately allowed her slit skirt to fall away from her thighs, and glanced at him to see his reaction. Bret stood there with his eyes burning on her exposure, a smile of pleasure on his face. "Nice," he said.
He closed the door and went to the driver's side. Marcia sat, waiting. When they were on the street, she scooted close to him, her skirt parted to reveal her thigh. She hooked her arm into his as he drove. "Why have you waited so long to ask me out, Bret?"
"Hell, I don't know," he said. "Bashful, I guess."
"But why?"
"Well, you're so damned beautiful," he said. "I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you."
"It's nice of you to think so," she said, hugging his arm against her tit, "but I'm just a woman, nothing more."
As the evening progressed, Bret became looser with her. His talk was less inhibited. Mostly because Marcia made sure of this. She sat close to him during dinner, her thigh against his. A number of times she laid her hand on his thigh beneath the table, and let him know in various ways her feelings toward him.
When dinner was over, they lingered over drinks. Marcia sensed he was hesitant again. "Why don't we take a drive, Bret," she suggested, her eyes showing promise.
He drove a short distance from town, then pulled off the highway near a small group of pine trees. The moon cast a soft glow over them when he switched off the lights. Marcia leaned against him, her tit pressed against his arm. When she realized she would have to take matters into her own hands, she reached up and turned his face to hers. Her lips closed against his, and she kissed him. It required a few more kisses, a few soft mewls of pleasure, and pressure of her tit and thigh against him to let him know she was eager and hot for him.
Even then Marcia had to take his hand, place it over one of her tits and hold it there. Finally, with her tongue deep in his mouth, she felt his fingers squeeze, starting to feel her tit.
"That's much better, Bret," she sighed and dropped her hand. "Feel me all you want."
"You're so damned beautiful, Marcia," he gasped. "So beautiful!"
She gurgled in pleasure, writhing against him. She loved the way he fondled her tit. She mewled as her hand rested on his thigh, moving slowly up until her fingers contacted the head of his swollen, hard cock. She heard him gasp as she stroked his prick. As they kissed more, Marcia opened his pants and pulled his cock free.
"Ohh, Bret!" she cooed as her fingers closed about his cock. "This is lovely! You're so hard!"
No longer hesitant now, he ran his hand up her skirt, caressing her warm, inner thigh. He stroked about the crotch of her tight panties, making Marcia writhe with steaming pleasure. "Put your hand inside my panties, Bret!" she murmured. "Put your hand inside my panties and feel me up!"
His hand moved easily into the waistband of her tight panties, through the thick curls, and then he was thrusting a finger into her burning, wet cunt. She pumped on his cock fast, their breathing coming hot and heavy. He was pressing her back onto the seat. But it was cramped, and Marcia stopped him.
"Wait, Bret," she said. "Let's make it more comfortable."
"How?" he grunted. "Oh, hell, Marcia! I'm going to explode pretty damned soon!"
"I know you are, darling," she murmured. "But I want to be comfortable. I'll make it good for you, I can promise you that." She straightened up.
His face fell when she smoothed her skirt down. She noticed it, and giggled softly. "Don't worry, I said. I won't let you suffer. I'm not going to make you wait, Bret."
She opened the door, the dome light coming on to reveal them. She stood outside the door, motioning for him to get out and come to her. When he was at her side, Marcia lifted her skirt. "Take my panties off, darling."
His fingers trembled against her flesh as he slipped her panties down. Marcia pulled on his cock, then leaned down and ran her tongue about the swollen cockhead. She sensed his pleased surprise. Closing her hot, wet lips about the head of his cock, she sucked gently for a moment or so, then stood up again. "Did you like that, Bret?" she teased.
"I had no idea you would ..."
"Suck on your cock?" she laughed huskily. "But I love to suck cock, darling."
His expression was one of pleasure as he stroked her ass in one hand, feeling the hot flesh underneath her skirt. She rubbed the dripping head of his cock into the fuzz of her cunt, mewling as they kissed again.
When they pulled apart, Marcia gave another soft laugh, then turned her back to him. She pulled her dress to her waist and exposed the creamy swell of her succulent ass to him in the moonlight. She then leaned over and lay on her stomach across the seat of the car. Her feet hung out and the dome light illuminated her rounded ass cheeks. Looking over her shoulder at him, she writhed her ass invitingly.
"Take your pants down, Bret," she whispered hotly, arching her ass up. "You can fuck me better with your pants down."
As Bret was fumbling with his pants, Marcia reached both her hands behind her back and wantonly caressed the cheeks of her ass. Bret stared at her, his eyes hardly believing his luck. He could see the curling hairs and the way her puffy cunt pouted at him from her thighs. As soon as he had his pants around his ankles, he reached for her. His hands moved over her smooth flesh, then, with a grunt, he dropped to his knees and buried his face into the crack of her hot ass.
"Ooooo, you're sweet!" Marcia cooed, wiggling her ass into his face. "Kiss it for me, darling! Kiss my hot ass for me!"
Marcia was thrilled to hear his eager grunts of pleasure as he began to kiss hungrily about her puckered asshole, his tongue lapping hotly. She felt his chin against the wetness of her pussy, and arching her ass up, twisted it about his licking mouth, mewling with delight.
"Ohhh, yes, darling! Lick it for me! Oh, I love to have my ass licked! Suck my asshole ... tongue my asshole! Oh, I love it so much!"
His tongue shot up and down the hot crack of her asshole, then downward to stab deep into her cunt. He thrust his tongue in and out of Marcia's boiling pussy swiftly, then brought it to her asshole once again. Marcia shuddered with ecstasy, feeling a powerful orgasm swelling like boiling water in the pit of her stomach. His hands ran up and down her smooth thighs, her hips, the smoothness of her ass.
"Oooo, Bret, Bret!" she wailed, jamming her ass into his face. "I'm coming! Ohhhh, tongue my asshole ... my cunt! I'm coming, darling!"
His tongue flew rapidly up and down her cunt and asshole as she came. Then, before it was over, he pulled up and she felt his hard cock probing between her thighs.
"That's it, darling!" she urged hotly. "Now stick that lovely cock up my cunt and fuck me! Ohhhh, fuck me now! I want it ... I want your hard cock up my pussy."
Marcia felt his prick slip up her tight cunt, and she shoved her ass back into him, mewling with the pleasure it gave her. When he gripped her hips with his hands and began slamming hard into her pussy, Marcia began coming again.
"Ooooo! More! More!" she shouted into the still night air. "Give me more! Ohhhh, feed my hot cunt, darling! Fuck my hot, hairy cunt! I love it so! Fuck me! Oh, Bret, darling ... fuck me good!"
The excitement was too much for Bret. He had wanted Marcia for a long time, never dreaming he would actually be able to fuck her. But here he was, fucking her and she was begging him for more. She was the most beautiful girl in the world, and he had his cock up her unusually tight, extremely hot cunt. Her cunt held his cock like a moist, hot, velvet glove. There was a flexing sensation in her cunt he had never felt before, except in one other girl.
Marcia, twisting her ass about in ecstasy, loved the way his cock stretched the tightness of her pussy and filled her cunt. She could feel that large, swollen cockshaft pumping back and forth, and was sure she could feel each and every ridge of his throbbing hard cock with the lips of her pussy. Bret's cock was long and very thick, and it felt so very good to her. She mewled softly as the series of orgasms started again, coming over her like hot waves of finger-light caresses.
"Ohhh, Bret!" she mewled. "You're making me come again! Ohh, you're very good! Your cock is so big ... so long and thick! I love it, Bret! I love your big, hard cock! Fuck me, darling! Oooo, fuck me good and hard!"
She felt him smashing against her upturned ass cheeks, the hairs at the base of his cock tickling her sensitive asshole and the flesh of her ass cheeks. Finally he stabbed as deeply as he could up her cunt, grunting loudly as he went stiff, holding himself there.
"You're going to come, darling!" she wailed with pleasure. "Oh, baby, your cock is going to spurt right up my cunt! Come in me, darling! Oh, please give my cunt all that delicious come juice! Squirt it to me, Bret! Squirt that come juice to my pussy!"
"I am!" he yelled, his fingers clawing into the firm flesh of her hips, his cock deep up her clinging cunt. "I am coming in your cunt, Marcia!"
She felt his come juice splashing into her spasming cunt, and it sent her into a powerful orgasm that caused her body to shake violently. She wailed loudly into the night as she twisted and rolled her ass against him. It seemed to Marcia that they both would never stop coming, but they finally did.
Bret lay on top of her, breathing hard, his cock still inside her cunt. Marcia lay on the car seat, her tits tingling with pleasure. She panted as her nerves began to calm down. Finally he pulled free of her and stood there in the moonlight, awed by what had happened. Marcia turned slowly and sat up, her knees wide, feet on the ground. She gazed affectionately at his glistening cock.
"Oh, come here, darling," she murmured, reaching out and pulling him close to her. She leaned over and buried her beautiful face into his crotch, kissing the slippery cock and hairy balls. She wrapped her arms about his hips and clung to his ass cheeks as she gently sucked on his cock. Then she turned him loose and looked up at him. "Bret, that was beautiful. I think ... I think ..." But she paused, afraid to say any more.
He caressed her hair, then pulled his pants up. They sat close as he drove her home, and Marcia fondled his cock while he caressed the creamy insides of her thighs. At her door, he held her and kissed her, then, without a word, turned and went to his own house across the lawn. Marcia stood there looking after him, then went into her house and slowly prepared for bed, a smile on her face.