Vicky and Torri (4)

Mark woke up another morning with a rock-hard erection. His enormous need to relieve himself had abated somewhat ever since his 18 year old sister Torri had given him a hand job five days ago. He still awakened with a hard dick, but, after he stroked it to a pleasant climax, he was not bothered for the rest of the day. Now Mark was experiencing a relapse and needed to masturbate during the day. Yesterday he had to stroke himself three times. The power of his penis over his life was a bit depressing. A week ago he was hardly able to get anything serious done because his cock was always twitching or throbbing, telling him of its overwhelming need.

It would be nice if Torri would do him again, but he already felt so guilty about her touching him. What if his parents found out about it? His sister was away for a few days too, visiting relatives. Maybe when she returned, he could talk her into jerking him off again.

Mark pushed the covers down and slipped his cock out of the fly in his pajamas. It was starting to ache so much again. Maybe there was some kind of pills he could take to keep it under control. As he lay there enjoying the touch of his fingers on the stiff prick, he wondered why his condition had improved after Torri had made him ejaculate onto her smooth, soft flesh.

Mark did not hear his door open, but felt a change in the atmosphere of the room, a pleasant odor interrupted his thoughts.
"Are you all right, Mark," his mother's voice asked softly.
"Oh, no!" Mark cried out and pulled the covers up over his exposed, naked dick. His mother had been standing in his door and had seen him... seen him stroking his cock. He could feel a hot flush of shame wash across his body.

"It's OK, dear," his mother said softly. "All boys do it; everyone does it, so don't feel ashamed about this, Mark honey." She walked slowly over to his bed and gently pulled the covers down in spite of his efforts to prevent her.

"Mom, I... I didn't mean for you... you to see me doing it," he tried to explain. "I just can't help myself sometimes."
"I know, Mark; we have a little family problem. You aren't aware of it yet, but it is time for me to tell you about it." She sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Mom," Mark said, hanging his head down in shame, "I did something awful a few days ago. I let Torri masturbate me. I just couldn't help it, and I could not stop her from doing it," he confessed. "I needed to do it so much that I was out of control."

"I know all about that, Mark. Don't worry."
"Y-You... D-Do!"

"Yes, Mark, I do. Let me explain. Vicky informed her son about the family curse of excessive sexuality and told him that family members helped each other relieve their intense sexual pressures. She mentioned how the idea of family sex had come from a college professor named Nusselheim, even though he had proposed it to keep people from catching diseases by having sex with strangers or whores. Mark listened with so such interest that his fleshy pole shrank down to flaccidity.

"You mean, mom, that people in our family have sex with other family members, not just you and dad."
"That's right, dear; we all try to help each other until you young kids find some nice girl or boy and get married, and even then there is some sharing. We are a very loving family."

"You aren't mad about what I did with Torri?"
"Not at all; I asked her to help you and she did it willingly. She needed to know how to help others."
Mark was amazed. This information confused him and he sat there in a daze for a few minutes trying to digest it all. He became aware that his eyes were focused on his mother's big boobs, partially exposed in her flimsy robe. His cock was swelling up. He saw her look from his face to his crotch and the growing penis.

"Mom, I can't help it."
"I know, dear. That is why I am here now. I know that you need help again to get back under control." She reached out and let her hand wrap around her son's cock. Vicky gave it a soft squeeze, and felt it jump in her hand as though it had a life of its own.

"Do you think about me when you touch yourself, Mark?" Vicky let her soft fingers drift across the warm, pulsating rod.
"Yes, mom, I do. Is that wrong?" His mother's touch was just amazing. It was like a soothing ointment on his unruly cock.
"Some people might say so, but in our family we accept such thoughts."

She rose up and slipped off her robe, leaving herself totally naked before her fifteen year old son. "Do you think of this when you want to make yourself feel better?"

"Yes, but you are... so much better than I had imagined. You are so beautiful, mom." Mark let his eyes drift up and down his mother's ripe, sexy body. She was a paragon of mature sexuality with large, slightly pendulent breasts, wide, feminine hips, and never-ending curves from shoulders to feet.

"You are a real sweety, dear. How about if we make ourselves more comfortable. Take off those pajamas and move over."
Mark slipped his attire off and made room for his mother. She had pulled the bed covers out of the way. He groaned with pleasure as her naked flesh pressed against his own.

"Let me relieve this pressure first, dear," Vicky said. She began to pump her son's dick more rapidly. She pushed her face to his. Her parted lips told him of her need and he kissed her, his own mouth open to hers. Their tongues moved in each other's mouths and stirred deep lust. Vicky broke off the kiss and slid down her son's young, but muscular, body. She had a need of her own to fulfill.

"I am going to suck you off, honey," she said. "I want you to have this experience today." She began to lick and kiss the head of Mark's cock as she continued to stroke him. Mark's hips began to thrust his prick into his mother's wanton face. He was moaning and gasping.
Vicky pulled her mouth away. "Come on, honey, come in mommy's mouth," she urged, knowing that the lewd talk would help him ejaculate.
"Oh god, mom... oh god," he moaned.

Vicky sucked her son's cock into her eager mouth and pumped rapidly on the shaft. She heard Mark cry out as the first wad of semen jetted into her. She gulped it down and was rewarded with another shot. Oh, yes, the cum of a young boy was so savory! Vicky sucked her son off and licked the last few drops that oozed from the end of his softening, but still swollen, dick.

Moments later they were cuddled together with arms pulling their nakedness into each other. Mark kissed his mother, tasting his own semen on her lips. His mind was whirling with this novel event. His excitemnt slowly abated, and calm eased across him.

"Mom, that was so great. I have never experienced anything like that before. It was the best and you are the best too!"
"Thanks, dear, I enjoyed that too, and it is only the beginning." She pulled back a little and cupped her breasts. "Would you like to suck on these for a while?" she offered.

"Oh, would I!" Mark exclaimed. He moved down a way and began to suck on one of his mother's nipples. He felt it swell in his mouth. After he had sucked one breast for many minutes he heard his mother's breathing quicken. His fingers caressed the naked tits.

"Do the other one now, baby," Vicky instructed.
Mark switched breasts. After he had sucked for a while, he felt his dick begin to harden once again, not only from the pleasure of sucking his beautiful mother's big nipples, but also from her fingers gently exploring his groin and touching his penis and testicles. Mark felt her soft hips undulating slowly against him.

"I want you inside me, Mark," Vicky told her son. "I want you to give your mommy a good fucking. I want your first fuck to be just for me, and want to be your first lover. You don't need to worry about anything but filling me with your hot cum." She tugged on her son to direct him to mount her sexy body. He did not need any urging.

"Oh, momma," he murmured as he slipped between her firm thighs. Vicky reached down and guided the head of his prick into her wet cunt. Her son pushed with his hips and was halfway in. She pulled her hand away, and he thrust forward again. Now Mark was deeply imbedded in Vicky's slick, but clutching, vagina. He lay down on her, and they began to kiss while he slowly matched the rotation of his mother's pelvis with his own slow, steady thrusts.

Mark lifted himself up to look down on his mother's sexy, beautiful face. His eyes dropped to her big tits, now slightly flattened across her slim chest. Her eyes opened and she smiled up at him. Their hips never stopped the slow, relentless oscillation.

"It is so much better if there isn't an urgent need to find relief, Mark baby." She wet her lips with her tongue. "This is how to enjoy a good, long fuck."
"Yeah, oh yeah; this is so good!" Mark sighed. He liked the way his mother entwined her own legs around his own. They were like one creature linked together in lascivious pleasure and excitement.

Incrementally the pace quickened as each whispered little desires and needs to each other. Vicky moved her legs upward and locked them around her son's waist.

"Fuck me, Mark; fuck me hard NOW!" she cried out as she urged her son to pound her with his cock, spurring him on with her own legs. Mark could not but help do her bidding. His own body was beginning to feel the early sensation of an orgasm.
"Oh god, momma." Mark could feel the semen pressing to spurt out of his hot, sweaty body.
"Do me; do me, baby; come in me, my lover boy!" Vicky screamed.

Now they were both crying and moaning, lost in the sensations of their incestuous lust. Mark could feel his thick semen spurting into his mother's dripping pussy, and her own orgasm was causing her vagina to contract around Mark's cock.

They lay exhausted, sweaty, panting. It was an effort just to give each other tiny kisses of thanks. Eventually the first whispered words were exchanged, little messages of deep love.

"Feel better, Mark?" Vicky asked jokingly.
"Mom, you were so right; it only gets better."