Marvin Cox
Balling mother

CHAPTER ONE

Gina Miller's cunt was throbbing. "Oh… Ron," she whispered softly as she spread her long, shapely legs. "Why couldn't you come home?"

As a trucker's wife, she knew there would be nights like this – nights of longing, hunger. Lately, however, Ron seemed to be on the road all the time.

It had been four days since that big, hard cock had stabbed inside her pussy and filled her with his warm cum.

Gina gave another moan and slipped her fingers across the creamy texture of her thigh to the peach-colored mass of hair that haloed her oozing, burning cunt. Slowly she played at the tight opening, exploding the sensitive membranes. When her middle finger came in contact with her pulsating clit, she flinched. Carefully she pulled back the loose folds of skin to fully reveal the tiny nub and ran her fingertip over the satiny surface. Immediately spasms of raw anguish swept around her cunt and melted toward the base of her spine.

"Oh… God," she grunted, half-sitting.

She increased the pressure of her finger, then slipped it deeply inside. As her throbbing muscles sucked around her finger, she squeezed her knees together. The pleasure was intensified, yet more agonizing. Her finger could never compare to that big slab of cock Ron had. Ten inches of rock-hard meat, almost as big around as her wrist.

She closed her eyes and could see that glorious prick, the purplish veins, the rubbery foreskin that half-covered the gigantic cock head, and the blue-black hairs that swept around his nuts like a dark flame.

"Fuck me," she gasped, withdrawing her finger. She scraped her nail over her clit, then jabbed back inside. "Oh yes," she panted, licking her lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue, "stick it all the way in and… and screw me full of hot, milky cum."

Her body convulsed suddenly, causing her head to jerk to one side. As her orgasm peaked, she rolled to her side, then lay on her hand. She began humping wildly up and down, flexing and unflexing her cunt muscles, drawing her finger in and out of her bubbly hole. And even when the ecstasy swelled her insides, she knew she would be left empty, probably worse off than before. This was the horrible part. She would lie in bed, drained, craving cock until she finally collapsed in a fitful sleep.

A few moments later, she rolled back over and looked up at the ceiling, a pained expression on her face. She tried to empty her mind of all thoughts, but it was useless. Every shape in the room seemed to remind her of her husband's fantastic prick. She shot a glance at the dresser, her eyes searching out something – anything that would relieve the desperate itch she was feeling. Quickly she lunged off the bed and grabbed her hairbrush.

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned, stabbing the end of the handle between her thighs. She fell back on the bed and spread her legs, then lifted them until her knees touched her full, up turned breasts. "Yes, God, yes," she whispered, thrusting the entire length of the handle inside her pussy.

When the wiry texture of the brush meshed with her cunt hairs, she twisted the handle around, sliding the hard plastic over her pulsating pussy walls. And although it was better than her finger, it still wasn't enough. Her body was in flames now, ready to explode.

"Poke it to me, you big bull," she grunted, a picture of Ron forming in her mind. She could see his handsome face, the dark-brown eyes, the wide, meaty shoulders. She could almost feel the rough hairs that adorned his muscular, sculptured chest. "Fuck me hard," she murmured, her passion building wildly. "Cum all inside me. Make it good, Ron."

She began thrusting the handle of the hairbrush in and out so quickly, her hand became a fleshy blur. At last her pleasures burst around her opening, then shot inside. She gave a throaty scream and relaxed. Seconds later she shook her head and fought back the tears. It isn't fair, she thought. It simply isn't fair to want something so much. She couldn't concentrate on her housework, the needs of the children – anything. Not when her pussy was aching like this.

She was about to remove the hairbrush and try to get some sleep when the door sprang open. For a long moment she couldn't even react. Her oldest son, Mike, stood there, his mouth hanging opens his eyes glued to the area between her thighs.

"Mother!" the boy finally, said, flushing beet-red. "I… I thought you… that is, I heard you scream and… and…"

His melodic baritone spluttered to a halt, and he took a step backward, hitting the doorjamb. He swallowed hard, and tore his eyes away from his mother's cunt, and looked at her shocked expression. Again he tried to speak, but only a rattle escaped his lips.

"Mike," Gina finally gasped, "I thought you were out with Betty."

"She… she stood me up," her son replied, feeling ridiculous. Here he was carrying on a conversation with his mother while she lay there naked, and a hairbrush up her cunt! "I… I'm sorry," he added. "I guess I should have knocked."

The thoughts that raced through Gina's mind were more shocking than what had happened. She suddenly saw her son in a new light. He wasn't the baby she had diapered eighteen years ago, not the little boy who came to her with scraped knees. He was a man, a powerfully built, handsome man. No small wonder the girls were all over him. That Betty must be some kind of idiot, she thought. She stood that up?

He was over six feet tall, taller even than his father, and the shock of raven-black hair that curled around his angular face set off the flashing, chocolate-brown eyes to full advantage. Years of football had made his body taut and muscular. Her eyes dropped to the thick bulge in his jeans, and she wondered if he had taken after his father in that department.

"I was missing your father," she finally stammered. "I guess you think I'm pretty terrible," she added, squeezing her legs together and hiding the hairbrush behind her hands.

"No, I don't," Mike said simply. He knew exactly what it was like to want sex and not get it.

In fact he had such a case of blue balls that just looking at his mother was almost enough to make him blow his wad. "I… I know exactly how you feel," he added, licking his lips.

Gina knew that she shouldn't entertain the thoughts that burned in her mind, but she couldn't help it. She could see her son's naked body over some young girl, almost feel the deliciously hard cock stab in and out of slick pussy. She wondered what it would be like, to have that prick inside her, to feel the gush of molten cum sear into her cunt.

"No," she whispered, trying to drive the thoughts from her tortured mind. "Oh God, no!"

"I guess I'd better leave," Mike said, although from the tone of his voice, it was obvious he didn't want to. His mother was still one of the best looking women he'd ever seen, even after four kids. She had long, golden-red hair, eyes green as emeralds, and the body of a twenty-year-old. And those tits! Full and ripe! They were tipped with coral-pink nipples that made his mouth water. "I… I'm sorry," he said again, slipping backward through the door.

"Don't go," Gina said, wondering, herself, why she'd said it.

"Huh?" Mike said, freezing in his tracks.

"I'm lonely," Gina said. "Stay with me a while."

"Then you'd better get some clothes on," Mike said. "I wouldn't trust myself around you like that."

Gina's heart skipped a beat. What was she about to suggest? She clamped her lips tightly to cut off further words, but they came out flyway. When she head them, she was as shocked as her son, almost as if someone else had said them.

"I want a cock so bad I can taste it," she said, her eyes widening with horror.

"Taste it?" Mike repeated, his eyes drilling into hers.

"Can I see your prick?" Gina asked, her voice barely audible over the thundering in her ears.

As if in a dream, Mike began undressing. When he was down to his socks and shorts, a glistening band of sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip. Quickly he pulled off his socks, then yanked his jockey shorts down. As he did, his massive cock slapped upward, hitting his stomach.

"My God!" Gina gasped, locking her eyes on his cock. "It's… it's huge!"

Again Mike turned red with embarrassment. What was he doing, for Christ's sake? Standing in front of his mother, naked as a jay-bird, and with a boner like he couldn't remember.

"Let me… touch it," Gina said, sitting up on the bed and extending her hands. "Come here."

The distance from the door to the bed seemed a mile to Mike. And as he neared he felt his balls rumble dangerously, as if they would explode. He tightened the muscles at the base of his throbbing cock, but it only made the ache worse.

"Oh, it's beautiful," Gina whispered, grasping his shaft. "You're as big as your father. Mmmmmmm, maybe even a little bigger."

Although she was still horrified with what she was doing, she couldn't stop. Not now!

Nothing seemed to matter but that monstrous prick, the heady aroma of his firm, young body. The back of her throat constricted.

"I want you!" she murmured, moving her face toward his crotch and parting her lips. "I'm going to eat your cum and drink it down."

"Mom… this isn't right," Mike whispered, trying to make some sense of the situation. Sure, they were both horny, but she was his mother! "We can't," he added weakly, knowing they would.

Gina gently stuck her tongue against the ball of his cock, savoring the smell of dried piss and jism. Slowly she pulled down the rubbery foreskin and opened her mouth wider, slipping her lips over his cock head.

"Oh… fuck!" Mike grunted, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I… I know we shouldn't, but do!"

Nothing on earth could have kept Gina from what she was doing. The back of her throat was like a magnet, drawing his cock hungrily. And as more of his prick slid across her tongue, she felt the burning ache in her body become more inflamed. When the thick, meaty cock head pushed between her tonsils, her cunt convulsed with an electric jolt of raw ecstasy.

"Ooooooo!" she groaned, closing her eyes and digging her nails into the muscular flesh of his thighs.

"Holy Jesus," Mike exclaimed, watching his prick disappear completely inside her mouth. As her lips kissed the hairs of his crotch, and her chin separated his cum-filled balls, he thrust his hips forward. "You… you can take it all! I don't believe it!"

"Mmmmmmm," his mother gurgled, then pulled her face away. She let his shaft slip from her mouth and bounce upward. "A girl would be crazy not to take all of you," she added, licking the underside of his prick.

"Do it some more," Mike whispered. "Stick it back in and suck me, Mother."

"Oh, don't worry," Gina murmured, "I'm gonna suck you so dry you won't believe it."

She pulled him down on the bed and crawled between his legs. She then held his prick at a right angle to his body and again clamped her lips around the tip of it. At the hard, rubbery shaft entered her mouth she gave a low, throaty groan of pleasure. She could taste the delicious flavor of cum, knew that in a few minutes, she would have all those fantastic globs to savor.

"Faster!" Mike whispered suddenly, feeling his loins burn. "Suck me as fast as you can."

Gina did as he asked, jerking her head up and down as quickly as possible. In a few seconds, her hair was sweeping about her head and shoulders like a fiery halo. And each time his huge cock slipped in and out of her throat, her cunt buzzed with increasing pleasure. Suddenly she felt the base of his prick throb then expand, stretching her lips painfully.

"Lick it, you cock sucker," Mike cried out, jabbing his hips upward. "Oh… fucking shit, eat my cum, bitch!"

As he said the words, his cum-load burst from his nuts and showered up the center of his prick. The molten liquid seemed to boil in his cock head for a long while, then finally into mouth.

"Mmmmfffff!" Gina choked, unable to believe the enormous amount of jism he had squirted into her throat. Some of the thick, creamy juices blasted upward, behind her nose, where they boiled from both nostrils. Other lava-like globs swept into her checks, under her tongue. Soon, her entire mouth and throat were full to overflowing, and still he thrust in more! She gave another groan as her own climax peaked, electrifying her insides.

"All… of it, cock sucker," Mike grunted, feeling the bulk of his load burst from his cock head. "Gargle it down and lick me dry, baby."

As his mother worked on his prick like a starving animal, Mike felt a release like he'd never known before. Most girls had to be coaxed to do this, and when they did, they most often wouldn't take it in the mouth. But his mother! Christ, she was eating that stuff down like there was no tomorrow.

Gina sucked the last silvery drop of jism, then crushed her face fully into his sweaty crotch. She twisted her head around and squeezed her knees together, milking one last spasm of pleasure out of her orgasm. Finally, she relaxed and closed her eyes, moaning around the rock-hard shaft.

"Wow," Mike gasped, "no wonder Dad is so crazy about you. You suck dick better than anyone!"

His words brought Gina back to reality. My God, she thought, what has happened? I've sucked off my own son! I took his huge cock in my mouth and swallowed his cum!

She jerked upward and sat back on her haunches, feeling ashamed, unable even to look him in the eye. How would she ever be able to face him again, to face her husband? She felt dirty, wicked.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Mike asked, touching her arm. "You sorry we did it?"

"Yes," Gina answered slowly. "Aren't you?"

"Hell no," the boy laughed. "Shit, I'd like to do it again."

His smile was so carefree, his look so innocent, that Gina felt a surge of warmth in her veins.

"I'm… I'm your mother," Gina whispered.

"And I'm gonna be a mother fucker, if you let me," Mike grinned. "I was in that pussy once before. How about letting me go back?"

Gina laughed suddenly, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her son's attitude had changed her own. She felt alive, desired. And perhaps she would regret her actions in the morning, but there was tonight.

"Fuck me, you little mother fucker," she giggled.