As a nurse, Rita Parks never had trouble finding a job, no matter where the family moved. A few phone calls when she arrived in town assured Rita that she could pick and choose, and far that reason she decided to take the whole month off while the family got settled in their new house.
In her late thirties, Rita looked better than most women in their early twenties. She had a slender body with full, firm tits and sexy legs.
Her brunette hair rippled and shimmered and gleamed when she brushed it. Her nose was a trifle too short and her mouth too wide, but she was an attractive woman.
Especially to the men and boys she'd fucked with, behind her husband's back.
On this Monday afternoon, after she'd finished vacuuming the entire house, Rita sprawled on the sofa with a cigarette. She was disturbed for two reasons. The first was guilt. She loved her husband and the feeling was mutual. Rita also knew that Jack trusted her completely, and this was the source of her guilt.
She'd been a wildcat when she first met her husband eighteen years before, but Jack didn't suspect that. The fact was, Rita had a feverish sex-drive and she was fucking practically everything in pants at the time. The minute she married Jack, she got a tight grip on her passion, determined to remain faithful.
She did, for nearly ten years.
Then her insatiable drive took over and she began again. Jack never found out, but when they'd lived in Seattle, she'd fucked his boss, half a dozen of his friends, and a good many casual pick-ups behind his back. Rita did these things in a kind of compulsive frenzy, not even knowing herself when she would get unbearably hot and wild. At such moments, her husband couldn't possibly satisfy her. He could fuck her to an orgasm, but only the wanton excitement of being unfaithful could satisfy the tormented brunette.
In spite of this wild, unpredictable streak, Rita was a passionate wife and a devoted mother. When Jack's transfer to California from Seattle came through, she breathed a shaking sigh of relief. His boss or any of his friends she'd fucked could betray her, and Rita lived in a state of nervous tension. One of his friends actually blackmailed her, so that she had to fuck the guy once a week until they left town.
He was probably bluffing, because her husband, although polite and well-mannered, had a dangerous temper. But the hot brunette couldn't take chances. Before they'd left Seattle, she vowed to herself she would never, ever fuck around on him again. It was over.
This was the second source of Rita's uneasiness on this summer afternoon. She had that intensely nervous, excited feeling that told her she was getting unbearably hot again, an inner restlessness that was quickly becoming a throbbing, furious ache in her cunt.
When they'd been in Seattle, Rita had actually gone to a psychiatrist, although she secretly thought they were full of shit. Every psychiatrist she'd ever met in the line of duty was deeply screwed up himself, so how in the hell could they help other people? Desperate, she went to one anyway, and he promptly tried to fuck her. When she coldly turned him down, he told her not to fight the urge the next time it arose, but to use a vibrator on herself and just fantasize about the kind of man she wanted to fuck with.
It sounded sensible to the horny brunette, and she tried it. It didn't work. There was simply no substitute for a real cock. The shrink also told her she was reverting to the wild, carefree fucking days of her teens – because she was afraid of losing her sex appeal as she grew older. That made sense too, except that Rita had ripened in her thirties to where she was sexier than ever, although her ass was getting just a trifle heavy.
What bothered Rita deeply toward the end of their stay in Seattle was that she'd gotten into picking up teenaged boys for quick fucks, usually in department stores or shopping malls. Her boldness came from her desperation, because when Rita got the hots, she was frantic for cock. She would drive the youth to a motel, suck and fuck furiously for as long as he held out, and then drop him back where she'd picked him up – always making certain he hadn't found out her identity.
All through these furtive clashes, Jack suspected nothing. She knew he was getting some ass on the side, but that didn't bother Rita. Men were like that, she knew. As long as he had enough fucking left over for her, she was satisfied. He was also very discreet, which she appreciated. She knew he thought of her as a devoted and faithful wife, so she was extremely careful when she fucked around.
They'd been in town only a week, though, and already the fierce fuck-urge was rising in her blood. She reminded herself sternly that this wasn't a big city like Seattle. It was a small town. People gossiped, and they were nosy. If she picked up a well-hung kid in this town, chances were she'd run across him sooner or later, and he'd find out who she was. She didn't want to live with that kind of jittery tension again.
There was a solution, Rita knew, one, she'd been fighting against for the past few months. Although it was past one in the afternoon, her son was still asleep upstairs. He'd been out playing poker all night with some new friends. She knew the shrink would tell her that she preferred boys because she longed for her lost youth, and that her son symbolized her husband when he was younger. It might be all crap and it might be true, but right now Rita didn't give a damn.
She was horny and it was getting out of hand. When Rita got like this, her nipples tingled intensely and her cunt throbbed and got drenching wet. It was like a migraine headache, she thought dryly, except it was in her pussy!
She lit another cigarette and began pacing the living-room floor nervously. She supposed she could use the vibrator on her pussy until Jack got home, and then she'd rape him. But it wasn't just fucking she wanted. It was the curiosity, the mystery and risk of fucking with someone she'd never fucked before.
Her son Bob did look like Jack, remarkably so. She hadn't seen his cock since he was eleven or so, but she'd seen him in his shorts, and he was hung like his father. Seducing her own son was out of the question, of course, but it didn't hurt to think about it, she mused.
What excited her was the risk, as well as the solution. She had a strapping young man in the house with an enormous cock, available at arm's length every night. She would have the delicious thrill of ultimate guilt, fucking her own handsome son right under her husband's nose. She would also have the challenge and stress of keeping up a perfectly innocent front all this time around her husband and daughter.
If it was sheer excitement she was looking for, Bob was the answer.
When Rita suddenly recalled one thing the shrink said, she began trembling with rage. He'd called her an emotional nympho, not a real one. An emotional nympho, he explained calmly, was a woman who thought she had to fuck or go crazy – but it was an emotional, not a genuine physical need. She was coping with emotional feelings, not her pussy.
She grew furious listening to some stupid bastard telling her she only thought she needed sex, when her pussy was about to explode. Rita never went back to the shrink after that, but she told herself that maybe it was better to be an emotional nymphomaniac than a real one!
Whether her pussy was in an emotional or a real crisis, she couldn't tell, but it felt like a smoldering fuse either way – hot and wet and squirming for fucking.
With a sigh, she went upstairs to shower.
She would finger-fuck herself and wait till Jack got home. He'd been good to her Saturday night, but his fucking was weary, almost disinterested, as though he were fucked out. She didn't see how he could have gotten fucked in such a short time. They barely knew anyone in town. Maybe he was just tired from the hassle of moving.
The bathroom door was locked, the shower hissing. Bob was up.
Rita went to her bedroom and stripped, tits panting softly, her velvety hot curves dotted with beads of sweat. She started to drape a towel around her nakedness and stopped, beginning to tremble with lewd excitement. She tossed the towel aside.
Cindy had gone downtown with the pretty girl next door. It was only one-thirty in the afternoon, and Rita was home alone with Bob. She told herself she wasn't actually going to fuck him, that she just wanted to see her son's reaction to her naked body. She knew she was still very sexy, her tits lush and firm, her waist narrow above sensuous hips and sleek legs.
She left her door open so she could hear the bathroom door when it opened. She lay back on the bed with one leg drawn up, her shining pink cunt exposed between dark curly cunt hairs. She smoked a cigarette with shaking fingers, promising herself she wouldn't actually let anything happen.
She knew what her promises were worth.
Her throbbing cunt felt like a hair trigger and her tits were swelling up rapidly with feverish desire. She was caught up in the unpredictable fuck-urge snow, and when the tormented brunette got like this, there was no way back.
She closed her eyes, remembering one eighteen-year-old boy she'd picked up in the men's section of a Seattle department store. She wanted his advice on a gift for her son. Twenty minutes later, she was giving him a frenzied blow-job, almost choking on his huge prick. They'd gone at it like crazed animals for three solid hours. The kid had so much jism in him she wished she'd brought a take-out carton!
Now that she thought about it, he'd looked a lot like her son.
The bathroom door opened. Rita's ripe tits panted with wild nervousness. He was passing her door now, a towel draped around his waist. He glanced in and froze, his eyes shocked.
They stared at each other in silence for a full thirty seconds, their eyes burning on each other. As his gaze swept over her naked flesh, she could see a massive hard-on lifting his towel.
"Come in, Son," she told him in a hoarse voice. "Close the door behind you. I want to talk to you."
Bob hesitated, then came in and closed the door. He sat on the edge of the bed, his face flushed. His cock felt like eight inches of throbbing fury as he drank in his mother's naked, velvety skin and luscious tits.
Fingers shaking, Rita reached out and loosened the towel around Bob's waist. It fell down, revealing a long, eagerly pounding, crimson prick. As she stared at her son's cock, sucking in her breath, a huge drop of pre-cum appeared on the cock-knob. The boy's cock looked larger than his father's prick to Rita.
"My God!" she moaned. She put her fingers on his prick, trembling at the heat and power of her son's cock. He had immense balls like his father, too.
"Mom, this isn't right," he said in a thick voice. His lean-muscled body felt like a coiled spring about to explode with a violent twang. "Jesus, you're my mother!"
"I need it," she whispered. "Do you want to see your mother suffer? Bob, listen to me, Son, when I get like this I can't help myself! Would you rather I went out and picked up some guy, a total stranger? If I have to cheat on your father, isn't it better to keep it in the family?"
If he needed any persuasion, this logic did it. He lay down next to his horny mother, feeling hotter than he'd ever felt in his life, but still clumsy and awkward. He'd been fucking girls since he was very young, but he'd never fucked a real woman. His mother was a knockout naked gorgeous tits, luscious ass, beautiful legs. He'd thought about fucking her ever since he was a little kid, but all boys did that. It was only fantasy. But not any more!
With a deep moan, Rita clutched her son's cock in her fist, feeling it pound furiously. She was so frantically hot, she didn't know where to begin. Before she could decide, Bob climbed on top of her, his own excitement urgent. Not having fucked for more than a week was just part of it. Knowing he was going to fuck his own eager mother made him nearly shoot off when she touched his cock.
Quickly, Rita wrapped her legs around his waist. She teased her trembling cunt-lips with his purple prick-knob for a minute, kissing him torridly on the mouth. Rita knew he could come any second, and she'd really wanted to give him a fiery blow-job first, to take the harsh edge off his fuck-lust. But once she felt his throbbing prick against her cunt, she wanted it fucked savagely inside her pussy.
She guided his cock in, moaning feverishly at the thick, pulsing power of her son's long cock. Bob gasped, startled at her tight juicy cunt-slit. She wasn't as tight as most of the young girls he'd fucked, but there was an electrifying suction in her hot pussy, a fierce muscular control the girls had lacked.
"Jeez, Mom, it's fabulous!" he groaned when she wriggled her cunt lewdly on his prick. "But I think I'm gonna get my rocks off!"
"No!" Rita cried. "You won't!"
She seized the very base of his hot prick in a viselike grip, between her thumb and forefinger. This iron grip desensitized his cock, so that he couldn't come as long as she exerted pressure. His prick was easily big enough to gorge her hot cunt and still be held like this. While it dulled the sharper thrills in his cock, Bob was so eager he didn't know the difference.
"Fuck me now, Son," Rita whispered, snaking her tongue in his ear. "Be good to me! I need your cock, so give it all to me, every beautiful inch! Yessss, ooooo!"
She rubbed her swollen tits against his broad chest as Bob began fucking into her luscious cunt with steady, ripping fuck-thrusts of his massive prick. Rita Frenched him, swinging her naked ass in time to his fuck-lunges, tears of raw excitement streaming down her cheeks. Every inch of her sleek flesh, was on fire with fuck-lust, with obscene triumph as she realized this wasn't just another young stud she'd picked up for a frenzied fuck. This well-hung, powerfully muscled boy was her own flesh and blood.
Bob fucked deeper and harder, shuddering as her boiling cunt bugged and rippled on his cock-meat, firing intense fuck-thrills. His experience until now was limited to eager girls, hot but clumsy. He still found it hard to believe this madly passionate, wildly sexy brunette sobbing beneath his hard-on was his own wholesome mother!
Rita's first orgasm exploded in her hotly sucking cunt. Wave after wave of ecstasy swept through her silken flesh as she wriggled and cried and squeezed Bob's hard-muscled ass in one hand. She undulated her hips from side to side, gasping as his cock exerted pressure throughout her gushing cunt-slit. She desperately wanted to be tit-fucked by him, not just for the lewd pleasure of having his enormous prick throb in the valley of her tits, but because she would be able to see every lusty detail of her son's cock and balls in action.
"Hung!" she moaned, clawing his back with her nails and fucking her hips savagely. "You're so hung, Bobbie! Oh Son, I want you to fuck me everywhere! My ass, my tits, my mouth! Oooooooo, Christ, I'm coming againnnnnn!"
Bob was shocked but even more deeply aroused as his mother, raved obscenely. The girls he'd fucked hadn't fired his lust like this. They simpered and cried and panted, but they didn't use vulgar phrases the way his mother did. With her long shimmering hair fanned beneath her on the pillow, her face contorted with ecstasy, her feverish tits digging into his chest and her ass swinging wantonly in his hands, Bob felt as if he was losing his cherry.
"Mom, your cunt!" he groaned when she suddenly spasmed with fierce greed on his prick. "Wild! You're a fantastic fuck, Mom! Oh shit, if I don't come I'll go nuts!"
Panting and sobbing deliriously, Rita let go of his cock. A massive spurt of his jism exploded in her eagerly sucking pussy. She arched her back and screamed with ecstasy wrapping her legs tighter around his waist. She lunged her ass madly as thick torrents of jism flooded her thrilled cunt. The feel of his rock-hard, hotly exploding cock battering her pussy-slit relentlessly sparked the hottest orgasm she'd felt in years.
They came together in a mass of fucking, sweating flesh, Rita's teeth sinking into his bare shoulders, her hands pounding his back to vent her shattering excitement.
When he kept coming in great spurts of hot jism, Rita almost fainted with bliss. This was the main reason she preferred boys. They got their rocks off in a virtual flood of hot cum, gorging her greedy ant until she was deliciously satisfied. And they could rise up again in a minute or two, ready for more fucking, all fierce cock and balls.
This was another facet of Rita's personality her husband never knew about – her obsession with huge cocks. In high school, before she'd met Jack, Rita had been a notorious cocksucker. From, the moment she'd sucked her first prick, Rita couldn't get enough of the taste and feel of boys pricks. She couldn't get enough jism in her system, whether it was gushing down her throat or up her eager pussy, or even up her ripe ass.
The moment she met Jack and knew she might marry him, she immediately cooled her act, becoming almost shy. To this day, her husband had no idea how wild and loose she'd been all through high school. Once, she'd sucked off five boys in a school parking lot – like an assembly line. For the first ten years of her marriage, she'd been able to control her ferocious fuck-urge. But once she started in fucking again, beginning with her husband's friends, she lost all self-control.