0 comments/ 30392 views/ 0 favorites Knock Before Entering By: modfun24 Part 1: Between each round of floggings, just when the sting was becoming unbearable, Louise would pause to caress his ass, seeming to check her handiwork. Each time she rubbed her hand across his ass she gave some sound of approval and a few light spanks. This time she added, "I'm keeping your ass nice and warm. That must feel so good. I know it does to me." Beneath him, Betsy sat on her knees as instructed, long hair pulled back into a ponytail to show her full face, hands bound by rope, nipples firmly clamped, ass cheeks red from the recent spanking, and tongue extended, per Louise's command, holding the tip of his penis with her cheeks also providing support, maintaining contact throughout. It was incumbent on him not to move- they'd both be punished if she slipped. Dale's cock was now soft; the evidence that he'd been hard was still dripping from her chin, accumulating on her breasts. Betsy could still taste the saltiness. She found that she really liked her new friends. Back above, each time Louise paused, whispering more and more what a slut he was, what a great ass fuck he was, he'd start to get hard again. Betsy could hear, too, and when his cock began to grow, she'd oblige by licking around the head a little bit. Yeah, she thought, I really like this apartment. Part 2: Two months earlier Betsy had moved in. Louise was the landlord, and she welcomed the 26 year-old grad student into her brownstone. There were very few rules- clean up after yourself in the kitchen, respect everyone else's space, rent on time, etc.. Betsy and Dale would be sharing the top floor, Louise had the whole basement to herself. Their space was a reasonable size, Louise's was huge. Louise had a main living area, a nice bedroom, and another room which Betsy had never seen. The only time she went downstairs was to drop off the rent. Betsy had the more private of the two rooms, Dale's had a glass-paneled door with window coverings. The thing about the curtains is that they were the sheer type that prevent seeing in from a distance but can be looked through close up. And so it was that Betsy discovered that Dale had some interesting sexual habits. The first time she saw him jacking off she was coming to his room to borrow a book. She knocked, but with the music on he couldn't hear. So she pushed her head close to the sheer curtains and peered through. The first thing she saw was his cock. He had just removed his towel and was beginning to sit back on the bed, his flaccid penis hanging between his legs. Betsy froze, not sure if she should turn away or observe more. When he started rubbing his cock, she felt a slight warmth overcome her, and she settled in to watch. His strokes were slow and long, working himself to stiffness. With each stroke his penis expanded, growing into a cock before Betsy's eyes. He had a long, thick dick, smooth with a bulbous head. The head appeared full and soft, a stark contrast to his now firm cock. As it now extended outward, pointing to the far side of the room, Dale slipped one hand down to his balls and began massaging them. With the other, he squeezed some sort of lubricant onto his dick and really began jacking off, increasing speed as he brought himself to the brink, then slowing down and moving both hands around the shaft. Betsy became acutely aware of her breath, now a little heavier. She teased her nipple with one hand and found herself rubbing her crotch through her skirt. When Dale came, he came hard. Cum shot several inches in the air, landing on his stomach and thighs. She imagined what it might taste like- the sourness she'd experienced with her ex-boyfriend or the saltiness she'd heard about. His cum looked thick, milky, almost healthy. She thought it was probably creamy in texture and taste. He seemed to squeeze out the last few drops and then lay back to recover. Betsy retreated to her room and fingered herself until she came. Then it became a regular thing. After working out, Dale would shower and then get himself off. Betsy would watch through the glass pane, sometimes going back to her room to finish herself off with the new dildo she'd bought, sometimes just going about her day. It might have been boring after awhile if Dale hadn't got inventive. At some point he turned to phone sex, and the sight of him manipulating his cock while he talked about ramming it into some girl's mouth, fucking her tits, and then feeling his balls slap up against her ass when he took her from behind, gave Betsy her own fantasies. She began to imagine that it was her being used in that way, not necessarily (but sometimes) by Dale, but definitely her working her mouth around some guy's cock while he told her what a filthy slut she'd become. She'd always been "nice," so becoming a filthy slut, sucking cock, taking it from behind, feeding on a man's cum and sometimes feeling it on her ass or tits when he shot is load. Each time she delved further into that part of her she gained a little courage. Several times later she peered through sheer curtains once again, watching Dale remove the towel and begin stroking his cock. She was a little disappointed when he didn't reach for the phone- she thought she might hear a new fantasy that she could make her own. But he did something new. This time, he laid all the way back on the bed, feet planted and knees in the air. He grabbed for lube as usual but it was a different kind, something she didn't recognize. He put some on his cock, but then lifted his legs in the air a little bit and began massaging the lube around his ass. He began working a finger in and out while occasionally pulling on his cock. After a couple of minutes- Betsy didn't know what to think- he reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a butt plug. Betsy had seen them before in a bachelorette trip to an adult toy store, and laughed as the clerk described it's various uses, but never could imagine deriving pleasure from it. As Dale began working the plug into his ass he continued to rub his cock. It stayed hard, glistening with the lube, and Betsy found herself still turned despite not quite getting the idea of the plug. When he finally got it into his ass she noticed a wire sticking out of the bottom. As he continued to jack off, Dale turned on the vibrator, slowing inching it up notch by notch. The sound, the way he grinded his ass against it using the bed as a stop, the uncontrollable look of pleasure on his face- more than she'd ever seen before from him. That look on his face, the cock in his hand, and now the sight of the plug vibrating in his ass was too much for her. She stood at the door, playing with her pussy, leaning against the wall for support. She did everything she could to stifle her heavy breathing and the occasional moan of pleasure as she felt the wetness of her pussy and worked on her clit. When he turned the vibrator all the way up so that she could easily hear it, and it was clear that the intensity was making him quiver with pleasure, she managed to orgasm at the same time he shot his load. Part 3: So she tried that, too. T o satisfy her pussy, over a month's time, she gone from pocket size dildo to 9 inch dong, thick with veins. She bought the black one and liked to imagine Harold, the guy from her gym, fucking her with every inch of his noticeably large cock. Now she'd gone shopping for butt plugs, figuring that she wanted the same look on her face that she'd seen on Dale's. Once in the store, she grabbed another dildo for variety, and then made her way over to the plugs. The clerk went through the routine of explaining the advantages and disadvantages of the different ones, spending enough times with the salesgirl for her to eventually give her personal recommendation. A half hour later, she bought her toys and left, not noticing that Louise had entered the store when she was at the counter. That night, sitting in the full dungeon attached to her room, Louise became distracted. Dale was over her lap, naked, and she'd worked on spanking his ass for a good ten minutes. He squirmed, and she felt his cock twitch on her leg, so she spanked him a little harder. He was used to this, it was the deal between them since they'd met five years ago at a bdsm event. At that point, the back room was used for storage and her bdsm toys were on display in her bedroom so, when she'd had a vacancy, it seemed like a logical thing to have someone from the scene move in. She paused and had Dale rest on his knees before her. "Did you know that our little housemate likes cock? It's strange, I never see her with a guy but earlier today I saw her buying this mammoth cock AND a butt plug. Who'd have known she was such a freak?" She pulled on his cock, laughing, "We should show her yours." Dale spoke because it seemed they were slightly out of scene, "She's already seen it. I know I saw her once, but I'm pretty sure she's watched me jerk off several times." They left the conversation there, Louise returning Dale to her lap, slightly annoyed that he'd been jerking off without permission but amused that Betsy had been watching. As further punishment, she made him touch his cock but forbid him to cum. Part 4: Thursday night was when they had their weekly roommate dinner. Something Louise had started because she felt that, since they were living in the same space, it was important to get to know each other. And so they had, not quite becoming friends yet but sharing information and continuing to feel each other out. On this Thursday Louise suggested they have a little party on Saturday night. "We eat together, share the space, so we ought to party together every once in awhile." When Saturday night came, Betsy put on her new outfit, a sexy little skirt with a corset-like top that accentuated her emerging curves. Guests came and left, it was a nice turnout, and then the three of them were left to continue drinking. Louise said she was going to change and stepped downstairs. While she was gone, feeling a little loose, Betsy and Dale became a little more honest with each other. Betsy started, "You know, you can see through those sheer curtains sometimes." She laughed and they both just looked at each other for a moment. She turned a little red with embarrassment when the silence lasted too long. "So do you stop and watch or do you turn away?" Dale chuckled as if he didn't really mean for the question to be answered. At this point Louise returned looking very much unlike herself. The normally well-maintained, down to the last detail woman was wearing just a tank top and baggy pants. A song came on, and she started to dance. Dale instinctively joined her and Betsy found that she couldn't just watch the two of them. They danced, all three together, Dale in front of Betsy and Louise in back, making her the center of attention. She liked the feeling, didn't even mind when Dale pressed closed to her and she felt the soft bulge and then the hardening of his cock. Louise pressed up behind her and she didn't mind the feeling of her breasts in her back, either. She found herself really letting go, enjoying the feel of being between the two of them, Dale really grinding to the music so that she finally felt the cock she'd seen so often. When she leaned back into Louise a little more she was momentarily confused, thinking that she'd drunk too much because she felt the bulge of a cock up against her ass. She moved, startled, but Louise gently, but firmly pulled her back, whispering in her ear "It's not your imagination, that's my cock you feel." Betsy just let it happen, deciding not to question it, just enjoying the feel of the two cocks rubbing up against her. She'd often imagined what'd feel like to be surrounded by cocks, rubbing all over her body, coming on her in waves. She stopped thinking and allowed herself to just enjoy the sensation. When the song ended Dale led her to the couch. They both sat down and looked at Louise. She stood there- no bra, just a light tank top shirt, white cotton fabric made see-through as her nipples got hard. The little nubs protruding , darkness of her nipples showing through the shirt. Beyond that, they could tell that she was turned on, she started rubbing her cock through the fabric of her pants as if she couldn't resist- that aching feeling as your cock begins to really grow. Her rubbing and stroking made it more prominent. So this was the image before him. This sexy female- very feminine with her long red hair, perky tits, and womanly curves, the nice heart-shaped ass- with the contrast of this cock attached. This feminine creature stroking and rubbing it in a very typically masculine way. So hot that Dale felt his cock grow simultaneously and it seemed that with every stroke she was pulling at his own cock. He could feel it, each little tug and pull, the unbearable feeling of horniness, of getting so turned on that you just had to start touching yourself before you could even think about taking your clothes off. As he reached down for his own cock she ordered him to stop. "Don't touch it, this is the only cock in the room right now." Betsy was too engrossed in watching Louise play with her cock to be startled by the commanding tone. Betsy watched her run her hands along the shaft, caressing its length and then rubbing the outline of the head with her thumb and forefinger. "So, do you think she wants to fuck this, Dale?" "I think she wants to suck it first. Yeah, that's what I'd like to see. That's what would make my cock nice and hard." "Come touch it." Louise came closer as Betsy slid forward on the couch. Louise stood before her, and Betsy began to touch the outline of the cock through her pants, tentatively at first, until her reaction... she moaned a little and pushed her cock forward into her hand. Her hands now free, Louise began playing with her nipples, telling her how she liked her touch. "I like it when you play with my cock, when you stroke it and get it nice and hard for your mouth and ass." Dale watched, dick hard but unable to touch it, as Betsy touched the cock with one hand, and alternately pulled at her nipples and rubbed her crotch with the other. Louise backed off abruptly, "Not yet. I need you both downstairs." It was clear who was in charge, who was going to direct the action. As they walked downstairs, Louise kept rubbing her cock, as if to keep it hard. She'd unzipped her pants and pulled it, and the sight of the thickly-veined dildo similar to her own added to Betsy's wetness. They walked through her bedroom, and Dale led them through the door to the room Betsy had never seen before. The full dungeon didn't surprise her at this point, she was glad it was there, glad that she was going to be taken to a new place once again. "You both have about ten seconds to get naked and on your knees." They both quickly followed the order. Louise looked them both over, running her hands freely over their bodies until she reached Betsy's pussy. She dipped a finger in- "Well look at that, someone's a little excited. Do you have any idea how excited you are? Here, let me show you." And with that she stuck her finger in Betsy's mouth, making sure to touch her tongue so that she could get the full taste of it. "I can tell you have nice juices. Did you like the taste of that?" Betsy was still, quiet, until the sharp slap of Louise's hand on her ass encouraged her to respond. "Yes, it was very... sweet." Louise laughed, "a nasty girl like you doesn't taste sweet. A little slut like you who likes cock so much that you watch your roommate and then go out and buy the biggest cocks doesn't taste sweet." She laughed again, "No, let's see," dipping her fingers in again and then making Dale lick them clean, "how would you say she tastes?" "Juicy." "Juicy, I like that, you may have saved yourself from a sever beating for putting on a show for Betsy without my permission." "The first order of business is to get Dale in the right place," Louise began, as she motioned him to raise his arms. He did so, and she fastened his wrists into the leather cuffs suspended from the ceiling. He stood there, arms stretched up and forward, as Louise attached nipple clamps, giving them a slight tug when she was done to make sure they were secure. She turned to Betsy, "Don't worry, we have some for you." With that she turned her attention to Betsy. "We're going to start with something I know you can handle because I saw you buying it." Before she finished the sentence Betsy felt the familiar sensation of the cool lube slathered around her ass, then finger probing that was an instant of slight discomfort followed by the sensation of feeling her ass close around it. "You must have been at it today, you're nice and loose. We won't waste time." With that, she pulled her finger out and slowly inserted a butt plug. "This should stay nicely, be good and I might turn on the vibrator." Betsy sat, trying to get comfortable with the largest plug she'd ever had in her ass. It helped when Louise attached the clips to her nipples, the aroused sensation now split between her ass, nipples, and pussy. She was growing into the sensations, finding her place when Louise walked in front of her. Dale was facing them both, still suspended, and Louise turned her back to Betsy and bent over. She grabbed her head and pushed it firmly up against her ass cheeks. Without instruction, Betsy instinctively began kissing her ass, using her lips and nose to nuzzle between her ass cheeks until her tongue found the asshole. She worked her tongue around the rim, lightly brushing across the expanse of the opening until Louise pushed her face further in. "Don't be too delicate, I want to feel your tongue fucking my ass." Betsy moved her tongue in and out of Louise's hole, the pleasure obvious from her squirming, pushing Betsy's head in further when she'd found just the right place, the loan moans, and the "oh, fuck, yeah, just flicker your tongue like that for a second." Louise pulled away abruptly and walked around behind Dale. "So you like to watch Dale play with his cock, do you? You like to watch him stick his plug in his ass?" "I know that you want this dick," I could tell by the way your were playing with it upstairs. But you're going to have to watch me fuck his ass with it first." With that she bent him over a little more at the waste, arms still held up by the chains and leather cuffs, and slid into his ass. Louise began moving with slow strokes, getting her footing, finding just the right spot. Dale did everything he could to accommodate her, moving his ass and torso to find the right angle. As she picked up speed, she eyed Betsy and said "This has got to be much better than watching him do it to himself, am I right? Do you see the way I'm fucking this ass? You're next." She fucked him harder and harder, he started to push back just as hard and she really slammed into his ass, pulling back to get strokes the full length of the cock. She held onto his hip with her left hand, using it to guide him back with each powerful stroke. With the other hand, she started spanking his ass cheeks. "I see how hard you are, you little slut. You better not come. I'm going to keep fucking this ass, you little ass slut, but you better not cum." She slowed down and then pulled out. She walked forward and pulled the chains up so that he was standing straight up. She pulled on his cock. "So you didn't quite cum but you have a little something here to show for it." She dabbed the tip of his cock with her finger and placed it on Betsy's tongue. "Salty or sour? Don't answer." "You're both such cock sluts. It's unbelievable." "Move forward," she ordered Betsy. Betsy edged forward a bit and then stopped. "Keep going, I want your face to be at his cock. It's time you got a close up view." Betsy inched forward until Dale's still erect cock was an inch from her face. Knock Before Entering It had been a long grueling day. The exams had turned out to be even worst than I had expected. Four hours of trying to remember all the things that I had learned in four years of high school had my head throbbing. The house was empty and the shower was hot. I love to take hot showers. With mom and Sissy in the house, by the time I wanted to take my shower, the water was always just lukewarm. But with mom out and Sissy spending the night at her friend's house, I had all the hot water I wanted. I was lying on my bed thinking about all the fun I would be missing this weekend. Mom had grounded me for drinking. Hell! I was 19, but she acted like I was 9 or something. I bet that Janet would be giving her cunt away to Raymond. She always liked the way he fucked. Thinking about Janet started getting me hard. Another thing I liked about having the house to myself was that I didn't have to worry about mom busting in my room without knocking. I swear, sometimes I think that she does that on purpose just to try and catch me looking at porn or something. There was that one time when I was watching porn and jerking off that she walked in and caught me. But that was more than a year ago. Now, I don't look at it unless I know that she will be out. I started thinking about Janet again. I remembered the last time I had fucked her. She loved having two guys at the same time and since both Raymond and I have fucked her, we sometimes like to team up on her. She can take either of us in any hole she has and she loves it. Thinking about how much I enjoyed slowly fucking that tight white ass while Raymond fucks her mouth had me going. I was lying on top of the covers slowly stroking my hard dick. I guess I didn't hear mom come home early. I am not overly big. I have 7 inches, but my cock is thick. Raymond is 8 ½ inches but his dick is much thinner than mine is. Janet loves to let him fuck her first then have me come behind him and stretch her cunt. I was thinking about how much she moans when I fuck her. my hand was slowly working up and down my shaft. As much as I love fucking her cunt, I really get off pushing my dick up her tight asshole. Damn! I bet Raymond was eating that juicy cunt right now. My hand started stroking harder and faster. My eyes were closed and I could feel the juices seeping from the tip of my dick and oozing down my hand. I squeezed my dick harder as I stroked it faster. I guess I moaned. Damn! It felt so fucking good! I was close. In my mind, I could see the tip of my hard black dick pushing against her puckered pink hole. I could hear her whimpering as it slipped inside her tight sheath. I was almost there. If I couldn't be there to fuck her, the least I could do was think about it while I jerked off. Suddenly my door burst open. "Sonny how..." I turned my head and looked directly at my mom. What the fuck was she doing home early? I don't know what made me do it, but I was determined not to stop. I have asked her over and over again to knock before coming into my room. She just brushed it off, saying that in her house she could enter any room she chooses. I looked directly at her and stroked my dick harder. Mom just stared at me in shock. Somehow, having her standing there made it even more intense. I looked directly at her eyes and saw that she was looking at my dick. I stroked it hard and fast and suddenly it erupted. I closed my eyes knowing that she was watching. I felt the first spurt splash on my chest right below my chin. There were four spurts after it, and each one went almost to the same spot. I opened my eyes and looked at the door. Mom was still standing there looking at me. Our eyes met. I think that I smiled at her. Mom looked at me. "You bastard!" She slammed the door hard enough to jar the wall. I lay back smiling. Maybe now, she would knock before entering my room again. I lay there basking in the glow of defiance. But reality sunk in and I knew that I was in for it. Hell, I was already grounded. The only thing she could do was extend it! I knew that I was in for it, but somehow I really didn't care. She didn't bust into Sissy's room the way she busted into mine. She always gave my older sister much more privacy than she gave me. I decided to shower and clean up. The house we lived in is small but comfortable. Three bedrooms, a living room, kitchen, laundry room, garage and one bathroom. And if you think that's tough, try having to use the bathroom when you have two women in the house. I headed down the hall to the bathroom. Damn! The door was closed and the water was running. Mom must have run in there to shower. I was about to turn away, when I heard a soft moan. I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear mom's soft moans over the water running. Damn! Was she in there playing with herself? Did watching me jerk off excite her? That thought had me hard all over again. I listened to her moans grow faster. The thought that my mom was in the shower rubbing her cunt thinking about me jerking off had me outside the bathroom door stroking my dick all over again. Suddenly, I knew she was getting close by the sounds she was making. "Oh! Oh! Yes! Yea baby! Oh shit! Fuck! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Oh fuck! Ahhh! Ahhh!" I almost shot my load against the bathroom door. Walking back down the hall, I softly shut my door. This time I stood behind it in case she came and opened it again. I shot my load into my t-shirt, not wanting to splash it on the floor where she would easily see it. I waited until I heard her bedroom door close. Then, making enough noise for her to hear me, I walked to the bathroom and took my shower. Lukewarm water, but I didn't mind a bit this time. I was sitting down to dinner. Mom had made spaghetti. I couldn't help but look at mom in a different light, as she walked around the kitchen. Now mom isn't one of those women that look like a model. In fact, she is really rather plain looking. She wears her hair in a short cut that really doesn't show off her facial features. She wears dresses that are plain in appearance, or skirts and blouses that do nothing to flatter her body. All in all, mom does not do anything to try and attract a man. Mom wouldn't look at me. And having had most of the day to think about what I had done, I was feeling kind of shitty. We finished dinner without much talking. Mom set the dishes in the sink. "You have kitchen duty." With that said, she walked out the kitchen and I heard her bedroom door close. It was sometime during the night, when I felt someone in my room. It was hot so I was sleeping on top of the covers. I was wearing what I normally wear to bed. I sleep in just an undershirt. Opening my eyes slightly, my head was already turned slightly towards the door; I could see the outline of mom standing there. She was wearing one of her long nightgowns. Nothing sexy or fancy, just plain, like she always wore. But with the little light from the hallway, I could see the outline of her body. She wasn't doing a thing, just standing there. I don't know why, but I began to feel horny. I didn't move or try to act like I was shifting in my sleep. But I could feel my dick begin to grow. I knew that she could see it thru the light coming in my window. I wanted so badly to just reach down and stroke it like I had before. Having mom looking at me was somehow very erotic. It was standing up tall and I could feel it bobbing back and forth as the blood pulsed thru it. I heard a soft sigh from the doorway, and then mom turned and walked to her bedroom. Her door made a soft click as she closed it. Getting up, I padded down the hall and listened at her door. The unmistakable sound of a vibe could barely be heard. Then her soft moans. "Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh yea! Shit! Oh fuck! Yes! Oh baby!" On and on she moaned. And from the way she sounded, she was fucking her pussy with something. My hand shook as I touched the doorknob. Mom's voice was growing more intense. I knew that she was getting closer. I turned the knob and pushed the door open. My heart stopped. Mom was lying on the covers. Her gown was pulled up to her hips and her legs were open. I could plainly see her hand between her thighs. Mom was holding a dildo in her hand. And she was using it to fuck her pussy. Mom's head snapped around to look at me. The look in her eyes was the same look that I sometimes saw in animals when my car lights flashed on them on the highway. Suddenly, mom closed her eyes and cried out. I watched, as her hand became a blur. Then suddenly, she arched her back and cried out louder as her orgasm took her over the edge. I was back in my room when she knocked on the door. I had been stroking my dick once again. But this time it was with the vision of my mom lying in bed pleasuring herself. I whipped the covers over me to hide my erection. "Come in." I had turned on my side to hide the fact that I was rock hard. Mom walked over to my bed and sat down. "Ok Sonny. We need to talk. I didn't mean to just walk in on you today. I was excited to know how the test went. I knew that getting a good grade was important to you. Seeing you lying there with your dick in your hand startled me. But instead of being embarrassed and trying to cover up, you stared right at me and stroked it until you came. Seeing you spurt your cum all over your chest seemed so nasty. I would have passed it off to just your reaction at being caught. But you smiled at me like you were glad that I watched you. I grew angry. That's why I called you a bastard and slammed the door. But seeing you like that did something to me. It's been hard raising you and your sister by myself. And I have had to deny myself many things to insure that I gave the two of you all that I could. One of the things that I had to deny myself of, was the company of other men. The first time I brought a man home, he was more interested in watching your sister walk around the house than he was in talking to me. Well he never was invited back! All I've had to take care of my frustrations was my fingers, my toys and my imagination. Seeing you like that made me so upset. You seemed to mock me with your dick. It was as if you were waving it in my face that I didn't have a man to satisfy me. I know that you were standing outside the bathroom door. I saw a drop of your cum on the floor when I opened it. I decided to give you a dose of your own medicine. But we have to stop. I'm your mother, and a mother definitely isn't supposed to go around exciting her son with displays of her need." I looked at mom. Suddenly, I was seeing her for the woman she was. She had sacrificed a lot for Sissy and me. And I knew that she rarely ever went out on dates. Sometimes when I would come in late at night, I would find her door locked when I went to say good night. I didn't make anything of the way her voice sounded so strained when she would answer me. But now I knew exactly what she was doing behind that door. I looked up at her face. Mom was wearing one of her plain housecoats. But she had only buttoned it half way. Sitting on my bed the way she was, I could see just a hint of thigh as she sat. "Mom. I don't know why I acted the way I did. I was pissed that I was grounded. I had plans for this weekend. Thinking that I was home alone, I let my mind think about all the fun I could have had. I had just taken a long hot shower. With you and Sissy home I always end up with lukewarm water by the time it's my turn. I was really getting into it when you opened the door. Suddenly, all the times that I have asked you; begged you to knock first came rushing to me. I was in the privacy of my own room having the only fun I knew I would have this weekend and you had taken that from me too. I decided to show you. I suddenly felt even more excited than before. It was like...I don't know. Like I was living out a long time fantasy. Suddenly, I wanted you to see me. I needed you to watch me. Am I making sense mom?" I turned over to lay on my back, forgetting that I had a hardon. But when I turned, mom immediately saw that I was poking up against the sheet. I saw mom look at the tent in the sheets. Suddenly, I felt embarrassed. "Jeeze mom, I'm sorry!" I sat up quickly, letting the sheet bunch up to cover my hardon. I thought that mom would get mad all over again. When I looked sheepishly up at her, she was smiling. "Now you see how it feels. You got that way from seeing me didn't you?" I could do nothing but give mom a dumb smile and not my head. "That's exactly what watching you did to me. But Sonny, we can't continue to do this. It's wrong! I'm your mother! I shouldn't be getting excited to the point of having to please myself from seeing your hard dick. And you shouldn't be in your room stroking that hard dick after seeing me naked." When I looked up at mom, I could plainly see that her breathing had changed. I could also see that her nipples were hard and poking against her thin nightshirt. Mom isn't one of those gorgeous hot mothers you think about fucking. She's pretty, but not in any way spectacular. And her body is not thin and curvy like the women in the porn sites. At 48, she is your typical looking mom. She does have a nice pair of tits and her ass is a little broad. But hey, after having two kids and a rough time at raising them by herself, I think that she looks damn good for her age. I looked up at her. She was looking at me but not in the usual way. "Mom? Did seeing me really get you so hot that you had to do that?" Mom looked at me as if she were searching inside me. I almost held my breath waiting for her answer. Would she tell me the truth? Would she get angry again and stalk out the room calling me another bastard? She didn't do any of those things. Instead, she smiled. She reached up and caressed my cheek. "Sonny! I may be your mom, but I'm still a woman. And as a woman, I still have needs. When you and your sister were younger, I could sometimes afford a sitter and go out. But now a days, with so much diseases going around, it's so different. And a woman can't just go into a bar and meet a guy." I'm not ashamed of the fact that I play with myself. Hell! If I didn't, I think I would have gone mad with frustration by now. When I walked in and saw you, when I saw the size of your dick and the way you were stroking it, it shocked me. Not that you were masturbating, hell, I clean your sheets. I've seen a lot of your cum dried on them. I think that both you and your sister think of sex way more than you should. I think that it was more the way you were looking at me. You didn't flinch as you stroked your dick. And when you started to shoot, it was as if you were showing me that you were the man. That you were in charge. You didn't care that I was watching you. You would do it anyway! And I was forced to watch you. I felt trapped! I became angry with myself for feeling that way. But when I got back to my room, all I could see was the way you looked at me. It made me tingle in a strange way. When you looked at me, I felt you had undressed me. Forced me to stand there as you made me watch you. It just seemed to make me hotter. The next thing I knew, I was lying there naked and you were watching me. I should have stopped! I should have screamed at you or thrown something at you to wipe that smug look from your face. But I felt compelled to let you watch me. Like you were forcing me to put on a display for you. Am I making sense Sonny?" I could feel my hard dick growing even harder. Mom's tits seemed to have hardened even more. And her breathing had grown a bit more ragged as she talked. She was not looking at me. But I could tell that her eyes would stray to where my hard dick poked against the sheets. My hand strayed to my lap. When I slipped it beneath the sheets, I saw mom take a deep breath. I felt my dick lurch and mom's quick intake of breath. She looked up at my face and there was a look of pleading in her eyes. The movement of my hand brought her eyes back to my lap. Slowly I pushed the covers down. The tip of my dick was pushing thru the opening the sheets made. "I wanted you to watch me. Just like you wanted me to watch you." Mom gave a soft whimper. "No Sonny! This is wrong! We can't do this!" "Watch me mom! I want you to see just what looking at you did to me!" I slipped the covers down a bit more. Now she could see half of my hard dick. There was a drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. "You couldn't look away could you mom?" Her lips were parted and she licked them as she shook her head. "Please Sonny! Don't make me watch! This is wrong! I'm your mother!" But her plea didn't carry the convictions she wanted it to. "You got hot watching me, didn't you mom? You got all wet watching me stroke my dick. Admit it!" "Please? Don't do this to me? This is so wrong Sonny." My hand slowly wrapped around my shaft. I slid my thumb over the tip rubbing the pre-cum over the head making it shiny. Her eyes looked up at me. She was breathing hard. "See how hard you made it! See how excited I get when you watch me? You can feel yourself growing wet. You're getting wet for me aren't you mom? Tell me the truth! Don't you dare lie to me!" I pushed the sheets completely off so she could see all of me. I heard her soft whimper. She looked up at me quickly then turned her head. "I have to go! This is wrong!" I felt her shift to get up. My hand shot out and I grabbed her wrist. "You're not leaving mom! You got me this way. You knew that I could hear you. You wanted me to come after you. You knew that I would come to your room. You laid there and slowly played with your pussy knowing that I would come and watch. You wanted me to see you. Admit it! I was slowly stroking my dick. Mom had her head turned away, still pulling at me to get away. "If you leave, you will only go to your room and play with your pussy again. You will be thinking about me lying here stroking my hard dick. You want to stay here and watch me. Say it!" Mom sobbed. "Sonny! I can't! It's wrong! You need to stop this!" She gave only token resistance as I slowly pulled her hand back to my lap. When I laid it on my hard dick, I felt her shudder. Her finger tips grazed the skin and I felt it jump. Then I felt her fingers slide around the shaft. Mom gave a soft moan as her hand gripped my shaft. I could feel her soft squeezing as I made my dick throb. Then her hand was slowly moving up and down. "Look at it mom! See what you are doing to it!" Mom turned to look at me. There were tears running down her face. I reached up with my hand and stroked her cheek. My hand slid behind her neck and I turned her face to look down at my lap. She stiffened, but allowed me to point her face to look at her hand. Then I felt her shudder again. She gave a soft moan, then her hand began to slowly stroke me. I watched her lick her lips. Taking my finger, I slid it over the tip of my throbbing dick, smearing the pre-cum over the head. then I lifted my finger and softly spread the fluid on her lips. Mom looked at me, her eyes staring into mine. My finger went back to my dick. This time when I pushed the wet finger to her lips, she opened them and I felt her tongue lick the tip. Mom closed her eyes and moaned. I pushed the tip of my finger into her mouth. "Suck it! Suck my finger mom! Taste me!" Mom slowly closed her lips. Then I felt her tongue licking the tip of my finger as she slowly sucked it. I worked it slowly in and out of her mouth. Her hand kept up a steady slow stroking on my throbbing dick. Mom's head began to slowly move back and forth as I worked my finger in and out. I pulled it out and looked at her looking at me. "Yes! I wanted to watch you! I wanted to see you cum while I watched. You knew it and you wanted that too! You're wet for me aren't you mom? You can feel your pussy throbbing. You want to touch it while I watch. You want me to watch you. Do it!" Knock Before Entering Mom's eyes opened and she looked at me. She opened her mouth to say something, but I had gotten my fingers even wetter with my pre-cum. I pushed the length of my finger deep in her mouth. I felt her teeth graze my finger as she closed her mouth and sucked harder. Her hand tightened on my dick and she started to jerk it faster. "Touch it! touch your pussy! Open your legs and touch it! Do it mom!" Her eyes searched mine. Then with a sigh, I felt her shift her weight and her legs opened. Her hand trembled as she placed it on her thigh. My eyes were watching her face. Slowly she pushed her hand beneath her nightgown. Then I felt her shudder as she let a long moan escape her sucking lips. Her eyes closed, as she threw her head back. Her hand was moving back and forth as fast between her thighs as her other hand was jerking my dick. She was using one finger on her cunt. I pulled my finger from her mouth. She sucked it hard not wanting to let it go. "Oh Sonny! Please!" My hand went to her tit. I circled her hard nipple thru her gown. "Please what mom?" I slowly let my fingers close over her nipple, tweaking it; pulling it gently. She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Please cum for me! I need you to cum for me! I want to watch you! I need to watch you! You want me to!" Mom turned and lifted her leg up on the bed. This opened them wide enough for me to see her hairy cunt. Her wet finger was stroking in and out fast while her thumb rubbed her clit. I reached down and my hand circled her hand while she stroked my dick. I squeezed her hand hard slowing her down. "No mom! I want us to come together. Will you do that for me? Will you cum when I do?" Mom looked up at me. She was breathing so hard, I knew that she was close to Cumming. "Is that what you want? Tell me to do it Sonny! Tell me what you want me to do!" Her words came out as she struggled for breath. "Watch me! Cum when I do. Use two fingers mom. Stroke your pussy while you stroke my hard dick. Do you see how hot you make me? Isn't this better than lying in your room by yourself?" Mom groaned as she pushed another finger into her dripping cunt. Gone was the thought that this was wrong. Lost was the idea that this was her son that she was watching, masturbating, while he told her to masturbate herself. The only thing she thought about was the building pleasure she was feeling in her cunt. "You like to be told what to do, don't you mom? You want me to tell you what to do to please me don't you?" She looked up into my face. The mask of lust on her face was plain for me to see. She nodded her head. I smiled. "Use another finger mom. Stuff that cunt! Rub your clit harder! Do it mom!" Mom closed her eyes. I watched as she pushed yet another finger into her cunt. This time she groaned out loud. "You want to do what I tell you to, don't you mom? You need to do it for me. Say it!" Mom looked up at me. Her eyes looked glassy, like she was high or something. "I think that from now on, you're gonna do a lot of things I tell you to do. Won't you mom?" I took my fingers that were now wet from all the pre-cum that was dripping from the tip of my dick and rubbed them against mom's lips. She licked and sucked my fingers, moaning as her own hand worked against her cunt. "Oh Sonny! Oh baby! I'm almost there! Please! Oh please? Let me cum. Let me cum for you?" "Not yet mom! Not until you answer me! Are you ready to do what I tell you to do? Are your ready to cum for me when I tell you to?" Mom looked at me. I watched as she bit her lower lip. I knew I had to push things to the limit. "Say it mom! Say it! Or get up and go to your room. I won't ever come to your room again. I'll get a lock for my room so you can never walk in on me again." Mom looked at me, then lowered her head. in her harsh voice she barely croaked out her answer. "yes. Yes! Please Yes!" Up until that point, I had only stroked mom's tits through her nightgown. But after hearing her words, I took my finger and slipped one strap off her shoulder. Her gown slipped until her naked tit was exposed. I caressed the nipple as mom looked at me. "Are you stuffing that pussy mom? Are you ready to cum for me?" Mom looked at me and licked her lips. She nodded her head. "Watch my dick mom. When I start to cum, I want you to cum with me." Mom's hand was rubbing her cunt harder. "Yes Sonny! Hurry! Please hurry!" I smiled. I looked at her hand rubbing her cunt as she stroked my dick harder and faster. I was getting closer and so was mom. It was a race to see if I could cum before she did. Her eyes were open wide. I grabbed my dick and pointed at her as she stroked it. I felt the cum begin to boil to the tip. "Here it comes mom! Don't move away! Oh fuck! Oh shit!" I felt it come shooting from the tip. It splashed right on mom's nightgown. I looked up at her face. She shut her eyes and I felt her start to jerk. I grabbed her tit and pulled the nipple hard as the next shot hit her in the face. Mom cried out and I swear I could see her juices running out from between her fingers. I pumped about three more shots, soiling her nightgown good! Looking down, I could see that mom had made a big stain on my sheet where her cunt had dripped her juice thru her fingers. "Give me your fingers mom! Let me taste you!" Mom pulled her fingers from her dripping cunt. They were so covered, the light seemed to shine on them. Suddenly, she looked up at me. I smiled, as I took her hand in mine. She gave only token resistance as I pulled her hand to my mouth and licked her fingers clean. I looked up into her eyes. Suddenly, mom jerked her hand from mine and stood up. Her nightgown dropped down into place. I heard her sob as she ran from my room. Her bedroom door slammed and I heard the lock click into place. I should have felt like shit! But the memory of our Cumming together was still so fresh in my mind that I only lay back smiling. We had crossed a line tonight. A line that very few mothers and sons cross. But there are those out there that cross it all the time. I knew how I felt and after seeing how mom reacted, I knew she felt the same way I did. There would be other nights like this. And I intended to make even more happen. Knock Before Entering "Not close enough." Louise pushed her forward so that his cock was resting on her face, balls touch her lips. "There we go, stay that way for a little while." Louise moved behind her and stood her up. She moved an ottoman over, having her kneel on it with her Dale's cock back on her face. Before Betsy could relax she felt her begin to work the strapon into her pussy . "You didn't think you'd miss out did you? Now take that cock in your mouth. I want to see you make him cum. I want to see you swallow some, but I also want to see you covered in it." Louise began riding her from behind, and Betsy started to lick Dale's cock. She licked the balls hungrily, then the bottom of the base of the shaft, and then worked her way up the shaft, keeping the rhythm of Louise's fucking, grinding back against her thrusts. "Come on, you little slut, I know you can do better than that, work the head of his cock." Betsy took her mouth away for a second to catch a breath of air. Her punishment was several slaps on the ass. The plug in her ass, the cock in her pussy, the dick in her mouth was already pushing her far. When Louise alternated between spanking her ass and tapping the plug, when she told her that she was definitely the filthiest slut she'd ever seen, when Dale's cock exploded, sending milky cum to the back of her throat and around her lips and chin, Betsy came hard. She shook and quivered, made primal, throaty sounds, and finally collapsed. She was spent, and lay over the ottoman. "That was nice, but we're not done." Louise rose and stepped out of the strapon. She went to the wall and pulled out a flogger. "I haven't had a chance to use this yet." She took a few practice strokes and looked at the two of them, fucked to the point of exhaustion. She laughed, "Back in front of him on you knees. Is still see a little cum on his dick. How'd that happen? Put you tongue back there and don't move it."