MILFs – Part 5

MILFs – Part 5

Mona Wendell lay naked on the bed in her cabin, the sheets and blankets scattered in disarray. An empty bottle and glass were on the nightstand, the bottle on its side. It was nearing 2:00 am, on the last night of their stay at the health spa – a stay that for Mona had become slow torture. She had never been much of a drinker, but on this night she had done her best to drink herself into oblivion, in a desperate, frantic, and ultimately fruitless attempt to banish the sex-drenched thoughts and visions that swirled in her brain. But sleep would not come, and she had continued to toss and turn, her mind and body tormented. She had turned on the television, hoping to distract herself…but she found herself watching a pay-per-view porn film, something she had never done before, and which only made things worse for her.

Her thoughts were about sex, as always. She thought about the last two years – two years she had spent without a man in her bed. Without a man’s cock to fill and fulfill her. She thought about the men she had dated since Mark’s father had left. Men who had thought she would be an easy fuck, because she was divorced. They thought buying her dinner someplace entitled them to fuck her. She thought about how she had fought them off, rejected their crude propositions, their groping of her ripe body. She knew she was still sexy, could still attract and excite a man sexually. She knew she still turned heads on the street. And god, how she needed it! But she didn’t want to just fall into bed with anyone who wanted her. Somehow, the chemistry had just not been there with any of those men. And then there was Mark. She worried that Mark would disapprove of her if she gave in to her lusts, if he knew the truth about her. And the truth was that Mona was a woman who craved sex….a woman for whom sex was life itself.

Mark. She couldn’t deny any longer the thoughts and sensations that overwhelmed her whenever she thought of her teenage son, thoughts that started with the day she had seen him masturbating in his room. She had been able to think of little else since then. Those images…of his fingers tight around the shaft of his big, rigid cock, the eager spurts of his semen when he came….those images seemed never to leave her alone, especially at night. They had reached a crescendo since she and Betty and Constance had been at the spa, partly because Betty and Constance had sex on the brain and wouldn’t talk about anything else.

The interlude with Mario had been thrilling, in a way – he was good, he had fucked her brains out, and she was tempted to go back to him for another round. But it had still left her with an empty feeling. It was just meaningless sex, and it had left her even more alone and frustrated than she had been before.

And now, as the coup de grace, to find out that Constance — her best friend, for god’s sake — had seduced and fucked Mark, right under his mother’s nose! It was too much for Mona to bear. It just wasn’t fair! How could she have done that? And why did SHE get to have the pleasure of Mark’s virile young cock, when it was denied to Mona? Why did SHE get to be the receptacle for all of his hot, creamy come? Ever since Mona had found out, she had been barely able to conceal her jealousy when she spoke to Constance.

What made it even worse was that Mona knew, on some level, that Mark wanted her, that he would not reject her if she made herself available to him. She had seen him looking at her many times….times when she had worn something sexy around the house, or when she was wearing just a towel, or was in her robe, or going out for the evening and wearing a revealing cocktail dress. How many times had he masturbated and pumped out a big load of come while imagining that he was fucking his own mother? How would he react if he knew just how welcome he would be in her bed, how welcome his aching penis would be in her willing body?

And so she drank, her mind a whirlwind of sexual imagery that she couldn’t shut off. And now, as she watched the movie, she slowly slid her fingers between her legs and rubbed the outside of her yearning pussy. Just her labia, wet with desire. Her fingers slowly delved into her wet folds, caressing herself, letting her arousal build within her. She avoided her clit for now, knowing that if she rubbed it, she might be unable to stop, and it might be over too soon. She wanted this fantasy to last.

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Mark, in his cabin, had at last come to a decision – one that had been difficult for him, even with the subtle (and not so subtle) encouragement from Constance. He had gotten a sexual education over the past few days that few boys his age ever got – now it was time for his graduation ceremony. He would go to his mother.

Constance had left his cabin, after gently resisting his attempts to make love to her again. “Save it, Mark,” she had said, gazing directly into his eyes. “We’ll have plenty of opportunities to make up for lost time. Tonight is our last night here, and you have something more important to attend to.”

“What do you mean?” Mark had asked.

Constance had smiled, with more than a hint of salaciousness. “Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean, Mark. You’ve had sex with me, and with your Aunt Betty. And you will again, often, I hope. But it’s time for you to write the final chapter. You know what I mean.” She patted his cock, which was tenting his boxer shorts. It had been all she could do to keep from bending down, setting that monster free and taking it into her mouth. “I’ll be in my cabin if you want to talk later…or…whatever.” She smiled and winked at him, her eyes filled with promise.

And with that, she had departed his cabin, leaving him alone with his thoughts.