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Forced to Take My Mother

By: lovecraft68



 Author's Note: Welcome to my entry in the first ever literotica April Fools contest! Keep in mind the premise of this contest is trickery, deception, pranks and things not being as they appear. You may be pleasantly surprised...or maybe not...Hope you enjoy! Lovecraft68

As soon as I pulled onto our street I knew mom was by the pool. Not that I could see past the wooden fence surrounding our backyard, but I didn't have to. The fact my best friend Jack, who lived next door, was on his porch with a couple of his friends looking into my yard was a dead giveaway. In a way it ticked me off, but then again, who could blame them? Fact was my mother was not only pretty damn hot, but lately had taken to wearing some revealing bathing suits when she went swimming. 

No, not a bathing suit; that would be the fairly modest one piece she used to don when at the pool. What my mother was wearing these days was a bikini and a damn skimpy one. So skimpy I was getting uncomfortable looking at her. Parking in the driveway next to Dad's red Mazda I shut off the car and frowned at my last thought. Saying I was uncomfortable looking at mom lately wasn't really the right word. If I was to be honest with myself the word was horny. 

The last few weeks Mom had been dressing much sexier, flaunting what I had always figured was a nice body, but I'd had no idea how nice. However even though I had been well aware my mother was, for lack of a better word, a cougar, I had never seen her as anything but my mom. 

But the last month or so something had changed and I found myself looking at her more like an extremely desirable Milf rather than a parent. I sat back and tapped the steering wheel nervously as I recalled the way my cock had been stirring in my pants whenever I sat by the pool with her or when we watched TV and she lay on the couch with her long legs stretched out.

Even as I stared at those well shaped legs I told myself this was my mother, but that thought wasn't enough to stop the disturbing images of her doing very un-mother like things from entering my mind. The fact mom had become much more affectionate with me wasn't helping matters. 

Last night had been a perfect example. Dad had to work late and as we sat on the couch watching the Sox game, Mom had slid over and grabbing my arm draped it over her shoulder as if she were my girlfriend. That might not have been so bad had she been wearing more than the inappropriately short black silk robe she had been parading around in at night. 

The material was thin and she had placed my hand dangerously close to her left breast. I could feel her soft stomach beneath the robe, but more alarming was I could feel her nipple, her hard nipple, pressing into my arm. I had tried to move, but looking up at me with her big blue eyes she'd asked, "You don't like being close to me?" Those words had been followed with her trademark pout that she had been using on dad and me for as long as I could remember. 

When I was a kid I would always give in to the pout because Mom said it meant she was sad. I always figured that's how it worked on dad as well. When I got older and started thinking about and eventually having sex, I realized it worked on dad because mom had amazing lips. 

Full and soft, I knew what that pout made my father think of. I sighed as I wondered what dad would think if he knew that several times in the last couple of weeks his son had envisioned those lip doing exactly what they did for him.

No sooner had that thought entered my mind I was confronted with the image of my mother on her knees looking up at me. Her blue eyes were wide and her lips pushed into that irresistible pout. That pout was hovering just over the swollen head of my cock and as I reached down and ran my hands through her long red hair, those lips parted and...

"Stop it!" I snapped. Pushing that twisted visual from my mind, I looked into my own blue eyes in the rear view mirror and whispered, "You're a sick bastard and you need help, Mark." 

Help was something I was seriously considering. Perving on your mother just wasn't normal and the university did have free, and hopefully confidential, counseling. Still I was unsure whether or not I would be able to tell someone, even a professional, that last night I'd had a wet dream of my mother slipping into my bed and fucking me or that I had taken to watching mother son porn videos and jerking off to them. I forced myself to get out of the car and walk quickly along the fence in order to clear my head before I began replaying that dream. As I approached the gate to the yard I looked up and saw Jack and company still gawking and yelled loudly, "Hey Jack, what are you guys looking at?"

Jack jerked his head around to look at me, then almost as quickly looked back into the yard. He put his hand up and gave an awkward wave at my mother who I had figured had looked up, and even from where I was I could see him turning red. He stood up and after saying something to his friends they entered his house. 

Jack was the last to do so and looking down at me, flipped me off and mouthed the word "Asshole!" I smiled and waved at him, then frowned when I heard mom call out, "Hey Mark, come sit by the pool with me!"

I put my hand on the gate, then recalling the look of lust on Jack's face, and my recent issues; I decided I didn't need to see my mother right now. Pretending I didn't hear her, I walked past the gate and entered through the front door. As soon as I did I felt my stomach sink. There were two suitcases in the hallway which meant dad was going on the road. 

For years my father had been an inside sales rep for a company that manufactured custom car parts, but due to my starting college had taken a position in the outside sales division to make some extra commissions. I felt bad because he was now traveling two to three days a week and I knew it was hard on him and mom who even after twenty years of marriage were very close. 

In fact from the multitude of times I'd had to avoid the hallway at night and crank the music up in my room the two were very close. Not that I could blame dad, hell if I had a girlfriend as hot as my mother I'd never let her out of the bed.

That thought was cut off when it hit me that dad starting the new job was right about the time mom had started dressing differently. Was she trying to keep my father happier when he was here because she thought he would stray? Or maybe just trying to make his time at home more enjoyable?

As I entered the living room and made my way into the kitchen I figured that was not only a good explanation for her new wardrobe, but could explain her increased affection for me. Maybe she was lonely without dad around. The two of them were downright sickening with the way they were all over each other so perhaps she was...what was the word, needy?

Opening the fridge and popping open a Coke, I shook my head; dad leaving was not going to help my dilemma with my mother. The nights he was gone were the ones mom seemed to act more like an attention starved girlfriend. I chugged the Coke and as I tossed the can into the trash, nodded in agreement with myself; dad's weekly trips were the cause of her behavior. 

Unfortunately dad had talked about doing this for at least six months and all I could do was hope mom would get used to it and go back to being normal. I was going to head upstairs to study when my phone beeped telling me I had a text. I removed it from my pocket and saw it was from mom. 

"It's not nice to ignore your mother; come swim with me!"

I glanced over at the glass doors that led out back and saw mom sitting on the edge of the pool across from me, a towel wrapped around her. Seeing me looking, she beckoned me with her finger. I swallowed hard and with an air of resignation walked out onto the deck. I was wearing shorts and a plain white t-shirt and figured I would tell mom I didn't feel like changing and just sit outside with her for a little while, then use studying as an excuse to bail. 

When I went down the stairs of the deck and approached the pool mom stood up and tossed the towel off. Oh, fuck me; I thought when I saw what was beneath it. Mom was wearing a red bikini that seemed as if it were little more than lingerie. Mom was pretty ample in the chest department and the skimpy top looked as if it could barely contain her. 

The material of the top covered little more than half of her tits and even from across the pool I could see the tops of her smooth creamy breasts and forced my eyes downward.

That was a big mistake as the bottom of the suit if possible was even more revealing. The suit looked more like a thong which tied around her hips leaving her entire leg exposed. The small patch of red cloth between her legs didn't leave any margin for error and if the damn thing moved to either side even a little her pussy...

I closed my eyes and told myself the words pussy and mother should never be used in the same sentence. I heard a splash and opened my eyes to see mom had jumped in and was swimming towards me.

My heart pounded as I watched her body stretched out under the water as she propelled herself using those long well shaped legs. The water of the pool was crystal clear and I could see the back of the bikini was just as flimsy as the front. I found myself staring at the firm well rounded cheeks of her ass as she approached and with a feeling of alarm became aware of my cock beginning to twitch between my legs. 

Mom reached my side and coming up from under the water, rested her forearms on the edge of the pool and smiled up at me.

"Hi baby, how was school?"

"Umm, it was okay." I managed to get out as my eyes locked onto her chest.

The bathing suit had slid slightly to the side as she had risen from the water and as I stared down at her breasts I could see the light pink skin surrounding her nipples. 

"You okay, baby?" 

"Yeah, sure!" I answered as I jerked my eyes up to her face.

Although there was nothing sexual about the neck up, staring at my mother's features was not helping. At forty one, mom was still damn beautiful. Her features were smooth and unmarred by even the smallest wrinkles. Her big baby blue eyes were wide and bright and of course there were those perfect lips. 

Mom's long red hair was plastered to her face and the smooth skin of her shoulders. Like many red heads, mom's skin was fair and even with some color from swimming was still much lighter than my own tanned flesh. 

"Baby?" she cut into my thoughts.

Mom calling me baby was another new thing that had started in the last few weeks. Initially I didn't mind it, in fact even though I had just turned nineteen I found it kind of endearing. Now that I had been having inappropriate thoughts, the idea of her calling me baby had a far from innocent sound to it. 

"Hey, you in there?"

"Hey!" I cried out as mom punctuated that question by reaching into the pool and splashing water on my legs.

"Well you looked like you were day dreaming." She gave me an odd smile, "What you thinking about baby?" 

"Uh, nothing, I have a lot of homework to do and I was just trying to figure it out."

"You just got home, take some time to relax and work later." She indicated the pool. "Come on in, the water's perfect!"

"I...I don't have my suit on."

"Just take your shirt and shoes off and jump in, you're only wearing shorts."

"Nah, I really need to be..." I stopped as mom put on the pout and looking up at me with those big eyes asked, 

"Please, baby?"

I looked down at those eyes and that little girl pout and was struck by the recurring image of her doing that between my legs. I stepped back so quickly I tripped over my own foot and fell backwards. Luckily I had been standing in front of one of the lounge chairs and sat down heavily into it. Mom clapped her hands.

"Smooth!" she laughed. 

Despite my nervousness seeing her flash that huge smile and hearing her laugh caused me to smile back and I shrugged, "I do what I can."

"Well show me another smooth move and dive on in!"

"Only one performance a day." I told her with a forced laugh. "Really, mom, I don't feel like swimming right now."

"Fine, I guess I'll just have to come get you then."

"No, that's...."

I trailed off and stared as, hauling herself up out of the pool, mom crawled towards me on her hands and knees. She was staring into my eyes and I sat there, unable to look away as she approached. Her tits were hanging down and threatening to spill out of the top and I could see straight down between to the pink skin of her nipples. 

Mom's absurdly fine ass was up in the air and this time my cock didn't twitch, but grew one from before. Mom was smiling as she approached, but it seemed different; more playful, as if she knew I was looking.

Don't be stupid, I told myself as I tried to inconspicuously place my hands in my lap to cover my now fully hard cock. Mom came up to the chair and to my horror, knelt there between my legs looking up at me. 

"Come on, baby." She said in what I could only describe as a purr, "Come play with me."

"P...play with you?" I stammered wondering if I had somehow fallen asleep and this was just another sick incestuous dream.

"Yeah, in the pool, we can play volleyball like we used to all the time."

'Oh." I nodded.

Giving me a sly smile she asked, "Why, what did you think I meant?"

I couldn't answer right away as my eyes had been drawn down to her chest again and I stared at the beads of water sliding down them. This time mom didn't press for an answer, she stayed there, resting on her knees, her tits less than a foot from the raging hard on beneath my hands. Finally, taking a deep breath I raised my eyes to meet hers and shrugged, "I wasn't sure, that's why I asked."

"Oh, is that why?" she asked, "I'm not sure what else you could have been thinking of, not like there are too many games we could play in there."

I felt my face growing hot, but to my relief mom didn't push it. Instead, she reached out and grabbing the bottom of my shirt, started to pull it up.

"Come on, take this off and jump in with me!"

I wanted to resist her, but couldn't lift my hands from my lap. Mom tugged my shirt up to my chest, then laughed and said, "Arms up!"

"Mom, please." 

"Wow, Mark, look at you." She shook her head and removing her hands from my shirt placed them on my bare stomach. "Damn your stomachs hard!"

"I joined the gym at PC, been working out a lot," I said then tensed up as she lightly ran her long red nails down my stomach.

"Well it shows." She nodded, "Hmm, my boy's become quite the man hasn't he?"

Her hands slid up further and going under my shirt she rubbed my chest. "Tell you what Mark, your dad's in damn good shape too; I'm the envy of all the women on the street living with two hot guys like you two."

"Uh...thanks." As she mentioned my father it dawned on me what this would look like if he were to come out here, mom on her knees, her hands all over me. "W...where is dad?"

"Taking a nap, he has to fly out soon," she gave me a nasty little smile; "He went for a nice swim with me, a fun one."

"TMI mom," when she cocked her head, I translated, "Too much information."

"Oh, that's right only kids your age fuck." She said matter of factly, "I forgot your dad and I aren't supposed to have sex anymore. Never mind get each other off in the pool and..."

"Mom!" I exclaimed turning redder by the minute.

She laughed, "I love when you blush, shows you're still sweet." The smile left her face and pointing at me, she said, "Take your shirt off and come swimming with me."

This time it sounded as if she were making it an official demand and she started to tug on my shirt again. I refused to move my hands and with a frown she grabbed my forearm and started to pull it upwards.

"Mom stop!" I snapped at her.

Mom immediately removed her hand from my arm and staring up at me asked, "What's the matter, baby? Why are you mad?"

"I..." deciding to be honest, or as much as I dared to be I blurted out, "Mom, don't you think that suit is a bit much?"

Mom narrowed her eyes and looking down at her chest, shrugged, causing her ample tits to bounce fetchingly, "What do you mean?"

"Its...mom you're showing an awful lot."

"Do I look bad?" she asked and to my dismay, stood up in front of me.

I was now confronted with her tits at eye level as well as the sight of her flat hard stomach to which she had recently added a ruby stud piercing in her naval. I had the absurd urge to lean forward and kiss her stomach, but instead fought to keep my voice steady as I said,

"Not at all, mom, in fact, ummm...maybe you look too good. Jack and his friends were all but drooling over you."

"I know." She smiled, "I love it."

"You..."

"Yes, Mark, it's a turn on to have guys my son's age staring at me and getting worked up. Just because I'm forty one doesn't mean I'm dead. I work hard to stay in shape and I like being rewarded for it."

"But dad...."

"Dad likes it too." That sly smile returned, "He loves knowing these kids look at me, he likes me showing off."

"Did...did you guys just talk about that?" I asked her.

"Why would you ask that?" for the first time, since I had come out there she looked serious.

"Well because, you weren't dressing like this last month."

Mom was silent for a moment, then smiled, but this one seemed normal, "You're a smart boy Mark. "Yes your father and I had a talk when he started traveling because I know a lot of guys his age who do start fooling around and picking up women and hookers and..."

"Dad would never do that." I told her. "He loves you, mom."

"I'm glad you see that." She told me, placing her warm hand on my cheek. "Your father and I are very much in love and we love you too. We would never do anything that would hurt each other, only things we would..." she paused as if trying to think of what she would say next, "Enjoy."

"Enjoy?"

"We're a family and we should do things as a family. We should love together and have fun together, even if it seems odd."

"What are you talking about?"

Mom frowned and it hit me she seemed as if she had said something she shouldn't have. 

"Well I mean me dressing like this. When we spoke, dad said I was very sexy and he wished I would show it more. He said he likes it when guys check me out so I've been flaunting it a bit." She looked down at me and shrugged, "So since it makes me happy you should just go along with it."

"Umm, okay." I said, trying to get off the awkward subject.

"Hey, Mark, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I said trying not to sound nervous.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

"You're my mother." I told her, "I...I don't see you like that."

"No? Right now you don't think I look good?"

"You...." I tried to speak around the growing tightness in my throat. "You're beautiful mom."

"Thank you!" she smiled, "But that's not what I'm talking about. I want to know if you think I'm, you know, a cougar or a milf?"

Midlife. The thought hit me like a slap in the face. That was all this was about. She was older, dad was going to be around younger women, she was worried she might not still have it and was trying to turn back the clock. 

I felt a wave of relief flood through me. That could even explain her wanting more attention and affection from me. I was no longer her little boy which to her was another sign of her age. 

This didn't address my own issues of seeing her exactly how it appeared she wanted to be seen, but if this was a mid life crises then it was just a phase and soon she would go back to normal and I would too. Taking a chance it wouldn't be the wrong thing to do, I managed a low whistle and smiling shook my head, "You're the hottest mom I know, you could be on those web sites!"


Forced to Take My Mother



Mom laughed and after kissing me affectionately on the cheek said, "Hey what web sites? What are you looking at on that lap top of yours?"

"I..." again I blushed, but she waved her hand.

'I don't care, Mark. You're a man now," she touched my chest again "And an impressive one at that. You want to watch porn go for it," she winked, "I watch it all the time!"

"Oh," I nodded, "Uh, okay."

Mom leaned forward until her tits were inches from my face and putting her lips so close to my ear I could feel her breath said, "I like to watch those sites you're talking about where the women my age have sex with guys your age. In fact I was thinking of it when Jack was staring at me, thinking about what he would do to me."

"T...tmi again," I tried to laugh, but nothing came out. 

"And again, I guess I'm supposed to be dead," she sighed softly in my ear and beneath my hands my aching cock twitched. 

Mom put her arm around me and surprised me by giving me a hug that left her tits pressing against my chest. 

"I love you baby." She whispered.

"I...I love you to." I replied trying not to think about the warm pleasant sensation of her chest..

Mercifully, she leaned back and I asked, "What's with calling me baby?"

"You're too old to be my baby?" 

The midlife thing, I reminded myself, "No," I said with a smile, "I'll always be your baby, mom."

"Ohh," she purred again, "I like that," she looked down and with a small smile said, "Hey Mark?"

"What mom?"

"Why won't you move your hands?"

"I..." I panicked as I had no idea what to say. Mom quickly made it worse with her next remark.

"You hiding something under there?"

"No!" I exclaimed a little too quickly, "Just uh...comfortable."

"Mark, you look anything but comfortable right now," she pointed out. "You look nervous."

Mom made me even more nervous by sinking back down to her knees between my legs again.

"I'm fine," I said sounding anything but, "Just tired I...hey!"

Mom had grabbed my wrists and tried to pull them from my lap. My fear was causing my erection to dwindle, but not quickly enough. I resisted and looking at me, her smile gone, Mom said, "Mark, move your hands, now."

I fought against her another moment, then let her move my hands. Mom looked at my hands first as if she thought I was hiding something in them, which made me feel a little better, but then her eyes dropped to my lap and I saw them widen. 

I followed her gaze and had to stifle a groan at the obvious bulge in my shorts. Mom looked at me, a small smile playing about her lips, but didn't say anything; I was ready to blurt out an apology when I jumped at the sound of dad's voice behind me.

"Hey, what are you two doing out here?"

"Nothing!" I declared way too loudly and far too quickly.

"We were just fooling around." Mom said, smiling up at dad who had come around the chair to face us.

"Yeah, that's what it looked like," he laughed, "Tell you what Rachel; you don't want to know what that looked like from upstairs."

I felt my face growing hot yet again; this was exactly what I had been afraid of. Sitting back on her knees, mom rolled her eyes, "You're such a pervert Joe, he's my son for Christ's sakes."

"I know," he waved his hand at us, "I'm only kidding, but I did find myself wondering if those goons next door were watching."

"I hope they were watching earlier." Mom smiled up at him, "Because then it was exactly what this looks like."

"Guys please!" I said as, now with my cock sufficiently shriveled, I stood up. "Keep it to yourselves!"

"But it's more fun to share." Mom laughed and as I looked down saw her face was level with my crotch. I quickly stepped backwards and rolling my eyes, said, "I hang out with Jack all the time, I don't need him seeing you guys, you know..."

"Fucking?" Dad finished.

"That's called TMI, Joe." Mom said as she finally got to her feet and giving dad a quick kiss began to walk towards the house.

I stared at Mom's almost bare ass while she walked across the deck and swore she was swinging her hips more than she needed to. Her firm ass had no jiggle to it at all and I swore if I didn't know her I would think she was a girl my age.

"Nice ass, huh, kid?" Dad asked.

"What?" I asked, snapping out of my fog and looking over at dad, who was smiling.

"Your mom's got one hell of an ass, doesn't she?"

"I...I guess." I shrugged, "She's my..."

"Oh, please," Dad slapped me on the shoulder, "She's your mom, but she's a woman and a damn fine one, don't you think?"

"Um, sure." I nodded, "Mom looks good for her age."

"For any age." He said as he continued to watch her.

I didn't answer, instead I watched him watch mom and thought my parents did make a good looking couple. Dad was a couple of years older than mom, but except for a few grays near his temples looked much younger. I definitely took after him, having the same thick black hair and a pair of deep green eyes that got me a lot of compliments from the girls.

I was a little shorter than dad and as of right now, not quite as broadly built, but the time at the gym was paying off and I had bet him I would be able to beat him at arm wrestling before the year was out. 

Dad finally looked over at me and asked, "So what was up with you and mom, looked like you were giving her a hard time?"

"No, I....she wanted me to go swimming and I didn't feel like it."

"Why not?" he smirked, "Hot woman wants you in the pool, you go, no?"

"If she wasn't my mother." When he shrugged I paused and thought about Mom's odd behavior. Dad and I had a great relationship and I'd always been able to talk to him about anything so taking the plunge I asked, "Hey, dad, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, Mark, what's up?" 

"Mom's acting kind of weird lately."

"What do you mean?"

When I'd first started talking he'd looked as if he were lost in thought, but now his eyes were focused on mine.

"Come on, dad, look at that bikini, she didn't dress like that when I was a kid, never mind lately."

"She didn't because you were a kid and she didn't want to be that mom that the old frumpy looking mom's called a slut, she toned it down because she was a mother." 

"She's still a mother." I pointed out.

"Yeah but you're a man now Mark." Putting his arm around me he continued, "Look I get it, it's embarrassing, you're best friends gawking at her, pointing her out to his friends, busting you up because your mom's a cougar and..."

"Mom said you like them looking." 

He frowned, "You guys talked about it?"

"Yeah, I made a comment about the bikini it makes me...uncomfortable; I mean her boobs were almost falling out."

"Well I'm glad you know you can talk to us Mark," he squeezed my shoulder with his large hand so hard I winced, "I've always been glad that we're a close family and I want us to be even closer, that's why I feel like an ass with this job right now."

"That's okay dad, you're doing it for me and I appreciate it."

"I'll do anything for you, Mark," he said, giving me another painful squeeze, "And I hope someday you'll do anything for me and mom."

"Anything." I told him, "Just name it."

"There might be a favor I might need from you soon, but for now back to Mom," he sighed, "Look Mark, she's a sexy woman and she's at an age she needs to flaunt it and be told she is. She told me last night it drives her crazy to think those kids are jerking off to her, she..."

"She said that?" I was appalled.

"Please, Mark, like I said, she is a woman and honestly I like the idea of other guys wanting what I have. So, don't worry about it. It might be a little awkward for you with your friends, but you can deal with it."

"Yeah, well she's being really affectionate lately too, and..." I sighed, "She's making me a little uncomfortable."

Dad turned so that he was standing directly in front of me and with an odd look on his face, asked, "How so? What do you mean uncomfortable?"

Shit, what an idiot! What was I supposed to do, tell my father my mother was getting me horny? 

"Mark?" He was looking at me and seemed excited for some reason.

"Oh, well, uh...she's kind of like hanging on me and the ways she's dressing." 

"I still don't see what you're getting at." He shook his head.

"Dad, she was on her knees and you said you knew what it looked like." I put my head down feeling like a moron.

"I was just kidding about that!" Dad laughed, "I knew nothing was happening."

"But...it just wasn't proper I guess." I looked back up at him. "She crawled over to me, like..."

"Like?"

"I felt like I was in some type of weird sick movie." I heard my voice crack and was surprised that I was starting to get upset. Looking away as I spoke, I added, "I felt like she was messing with me."

Dad stared at me for a moment then nodded as if in resignation, "Okay, well seeing you're thinking like that I'll fess up; I was watching out the window and mom saw me and was putting on a show for me. She wasn't trying to make you feel weird."

"Oh." I said, instantly feeling better.

"And as far as being affectionate goes, your mom is lonely when I'm gone, plus she misses you wanting to be close to her, so just let her get close to you okay? It makes her feel good." He smiled, "Can you do that for me? Be good to your mother when I'm not around?"

"Sure." I told him with a smile. "I'll take good care of her."

"Good," he said with a wink, "That's what I was hoping you'd say."

*****

I opened my eyes at the sound of someone yelling. I sat up quickly in the recliner then rolled my eyes when I realized it was only the TV. I'd dozed off during the Sox game and the announcer had begun yelling when one of the Indian's hit a two run bomb over the green monster. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes until I could make out the score.

"Six to nothing?" I sighed and slumping back in the comfortable chair wished I'd stayed asleep.

I picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV preparing to change the channel when Mom said from behind me, "Hey I wanted to watch some of that?"

"Why bother?" I asked, but replaced the remote on the arm of the chair, "They're losing."

"Don't be a fair weather fan." Mom chided, "And how come you're not on the couch?"

She had walked around in front of me and I saw immediately why I had not picked the couch. Mom was wearing a short red robe that barely went down past her ass, leaving her long legs bare. The robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the chest was open far enough to show almost as much of her tits as the bikini did this morning. 

When I had come into the living room I had headed for the couch, but recalling how she had been hanging all over me lately had chosen the chair. I had definitely made the right choice there was no way in hell I needed to have her that close to me dressed like that.

"I figured I would let you stretch out if you wanted too." I told her.

Mom stepped in front of me, blocking the TV and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned over. My eyes widened as I thought for a second her tits were going to fall out, but I saw a hint of black lace. I was still confronted with way more cleavage than was comfortable, but a bra was always a plus, especially these days.

"Aww, but baby, I wanted to sit in the chair tonight."

She gave me the pout and as I stared at her, I took in how soft and smooth her features were even without make up and how her long red hair looked down and lying across the robe. My eyes focused on those perfect lips and I had to say, mother or not, she really was beautiful.

"I'll move." I said, "You can have the chair." 

I made to get up, hoping she would stand up and get her tits out of my line of sight, but instead she gave me a huge smile, "Hey, how about we both sit here!"

Mom turned around and before I could react, sat down in my lap. Turning to the side, she draped her long legs over the side of the chair and putting her arm around my shoulders laughed, "How's this!"

"Mom!" I exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

"Sitting on your lap silly," looking up into my face, she smiled, "Its only fair, how many years did you sit in my lap?"

"Yeah, but I was a kid." I told her, trying to ignore the way her robe had ridden up to show her lush thighs.

"So, for tonight I can be your little girl." Mom put on the pout, but more disconcerting was the way she started wiggling in my lap. 

I was wearing a thin pair of running shorts and her ass was grinding directly on my cock. Her hair was in my face and I could smell her raspberry scented shampoo. I turned my head away and stared at her long legs, which she was now playfully kicking back and forth. 

Turning from her legs, I made the mistake of looking straight down and was now confronted with a glimpse of her black lace covered tits. Even as to my dismay my cock started to swell I wondered why the hell she would be wearing a bra like that at night.

That thought turned into wondering if her panties, if she was even wearing any, would match. The thought my mother's bare pussy could be pressing into my lap caused my cock to grow more rapidly and I swallowed hard as I wondered if it were smooth or if she would have a nice red fiery bush. 

Mom brought me out of my improper musings when she slid further down and her ass rubbed across my now noticeably hard cock. I had to bite back a moan at the contact and hoped to hell she couldn't feel it.

Mom was smiling at me, but had been since she had come over. I returned the smile as best I could and as I thought of how to tell her to get the hell off me I turned to side and my eyes widened. The window on that side of the parlor was open with the blinds up. There was a three family house next door and anyone looking this way would be able to see right in the room. 

My parents were friendly with all three couples that lived there and if they looked over what they would see is my half dressed mother sitting on her sons lap like a playful girlfriend. 

Even though my father didn't seem bothered by mom's weird behavior, I didn't need the neighbors wondering if there was something a little strange going on when dad wasn't around.

"Mom, people can see in the window!" I told her.

Mom peered over and shrugged, "Yeah, so what?"

"You're half dressed and..." I stopped myself from pointing out that she appeared to be all over her son.

"I'm wearing a lot more than when I'm swimming."

Well that was true, I thought dryly. 

"Besides, the Morrison's go out every Friday night, Bill and Nancy on the second floor went away for the weekend and the third floor can't see in here." She gestured to the other side of the room that faced the street. "The blinds are down where anyone could see from the street."

"Yeah, but still..." I glanced back out the open window and froze when I saw a tall figure looking over the fence from the yard next door.

Because the light was on inside and it was dark outside I couldn't make out any details except to see over the fence they had to be pretty tall and their shoulders were wide, telling me it was a guy; a pretty big guy. They were facing the window and I had no doubt had been staring into it.

"Mom, let me up!" I exclaimed, sitting up so fast, I almost dumped her off my lap. 

Mom gave a startled yelp and as I surged to my feet, she managed to get hers on the floor. She staggered slightly, catching my arm for balance and yelled, "Mark, what's the matter with you?"

"There's..." I pointed out the window, but saw the figure had gone. "There was someone next door, staring at us!"

Mom walked closer to the window, pulling her robe tighter around her as she did. Leaning over she shut the lamp off on the end table so she could see better and looked out the window. "I don't see anyone Mark."

"They were there, staring over the fence." Walking over to the door, I slipped my sneakers on, "I'm going to go out back and look around."

"Don't bother, it was probably Jimmy from the third floor, he's a nosebag. Wouldn't be surprised if he were that peeping Tom people said they saw last summer." She turned away from the window and to my relief pulled the blind down before turning the lamp back on.

"I don't think so mom. That fence back there is five feet and it was only up to this guys chest, Jimmy's five seven if he's lucky." I grabbed the doorknob, "I'll be right back."

"Mark, don't worry about it." She said, and then patted the chair, "Come back and sit down," she sighed, "If you don't want me sitting on your lap, just say so, don't make up an excuse to get up."

"No, it's..." I paused, confused, I really hadn't wanted her there, but now I didn't want to make her feel bad. "I saw someone mom, I swear and dad's not home and who knows? Maybe it's someone who's been watching us."

Mom gave me an odd look, and then pursed her lips as if she were thinking hard about something. After a minute, she nodded and said, "Okay, go ahead, but I know there's no one there."

"I'll be right back." 

I opened the door and after closing it behind me, took a few steps around towards the back yard. I stopped when I remembered the sensor light was out in the back and quickly went back into the house to grab the flashlight.

When I opened the door, mom was on the phone with her back to me and I heard her say, "Not going to happen this way." She paused, "So do it the other way we talked about."

Mom must have heard me walking past her, as she turned around, her eyes wide, and stammered, "Uh, hey Carol. Hold on okay?" pulling the phone from her ear, she asked, "I thought you were going out back."

"I want the flashlight." I walked into the dining room and pulling open the drawer in the hutch pulled out the flashlight, as I turned it on to make sure it worked, I asked, "Who are you talking to?"

"Carol from next door," she placed her hand over the phone, "We were talking about how she's planning a party for Roger."

"Oh." 

I walked past her and heading for the door, heard her call out, "Hey Mark, they're not coming home tonight and the reason she called was she couldn't remember if she locked the back door, can you check for her?"

"Yeah, sure," I answered while going back outside.

I walked across the lawn staying close to the house and feeling like a fool, but wanting to be careful, I ducked my head when I reached the fence so if anyone was on the other side they wouldn't see me. I had just reached the corner of the fence when I thought I heard footsteps moving up the driveway of the house next door. I turned the corner in a crouch and flashed the light up the long driveway, but all I saw was the third floor's Toyota parked in front of the garage.

Still staying close to the fence, I walked along the length of the drive way until I reached the corner where the fence joined that of the house behind ours. I looked over the fence at our house and figured this was about where the guy I saw had been standing.

Even with the shade down, I could just make out Mom standing in the middle of the room and I could only imagine the view the creep had gotten when the window was open and mom was in my lap. I shined the light into the backyard and across the pool, and then quickly brought it up as I swore I saw movement along the fence across from me.

I swept the light across the length of the yard, but didn't see anything. Maybe I hadn't seen anyone, after all I couldn't make out any details, just a shape, could have just been a trick of the shadows from a lit room. 

Shutting off the flashlight I walked across the driveway and as Mom had asked me to do, checked the back door. It was locked and now walking normally along the fence I crossed the lawn and entered the house.

"You were right," I said as I walked into the living room, "There was no one..."

I stopped in mid sentence at the sight of mom sitting on the couch. She had her hands folded in her lap and was looking at me. Her eyes were wide and she seemed to be looking past me.




Forced to Take My Mother



"Mom?" I took another step towards her, "You okay?"

"Your mom's just fine," a deep voice said behind me, "In fact, she's real fine!"

I spun around and dropped the flashlight at the sight of a large man dressed all in black, including, despite the heat, a ski mask, leaning against the wall. 

*****

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "Who the fuck are you?"

"If I wanted you to know who I was, I wouldn't be wearing a mask, now would I? " he shrugged, "But seeing we're going to get to know each other pretty well, just call me, I don't know, Glen will do."

Even through my shock, I noticed the guy's voice was weird, abnormally deep and sort of mechanical. Again, my mind working faster than I would have thought it could, I was reminded of the voice distorter I had bought at the Halloween store a couple of years ago when I'd dressed as a ghoul.

"Mark, sit down." Mom said, softly from behind me.

"Yeah, Mark," Glen pointed at the recliner, "Go sit down."

"Fuck you." I snapped, taking a step towards him, "You better get the hell out..."

"Mark!" Mom called out, "Listen to him! He..."

She stopped, but I didn't need her to finish the sentence as Glen lifted his sweatshirt to show the handle of a gun protruding from his belt. I stopped in my tracks and he nodded.

"Good boy, trying to stick up for your mommy, but why don't you listen to what she says and take a seat?"

I looked over at mom, who nodded at me and started to go over to sit next to her on the couch.

"In the chair." 

I hesitated and mom pointed, "Go over there, Mark." She gave me a forced smile, "It'll be okay, just do what he says."

"O...okay." 

My legs were trembling as I walked over and sat down in the recliner and Glen laughed, "You do listen to mommy, don't you?" he pointed over at her, "Then again, I would have done anything my mother wanted if she looked like that."

Neither of us said anything and looking over at me, he asked, "You like how your mother looks, Mark?"

"I..." I couldn't answer. Between the situation itself and this guy asking me what I thought of mom I had no doubt he had been staring at us and...

"I asked you a question." Reaching down he tapped the handle of the gun, "See here's the deal, we're going to have some fun tonight, Mark. In fact I bet you're going to have just the kind of fun the two of you have been dying for."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mom asked, "Look, you have my wallet and I told you there's no more..."

"You speak when spoken to." Glen told her harshly. "Right now I'm talking to your son."

Mom looked as if she were going to continue, but stopped. 

"That's better and don't worry honey, that pretty little mouth will be busy soon enough."

I felt a stab of fear through my stomach, "Don't hurt her." I told him.

"You are a good boy." He nodded approvingly, "A real mama's boy, aren't you?"

"No, I..."

"Bet you wanna be your mother's boy." He laughed nastily, "Take good care of her."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Mom asked.

"Oh, please," Glen waved his hand at her, "I've been watching the two of you. You're real close aren't you?"

"My husband's going to be home any minute now." Mom said quickly, "You..."

"Oh, no, your lame old man is gone for the next few days. Like I said I've been watching and you're a real cock tease aren't you mommy?"

"No I'm not."

"No? What's with that little bikini and all those little dresses you've been wearing lately? And funny how much you like to show off for your little boy! Hell today I thought you were going to blow him by the pool!"

Holy shit, he had been watching us! Mom shook her head, and said, "I don't like what you're trying to say."

"No? You don't like hearing the truth? That you want to fuck your son you little whore?"

"Hey watch..." I began, but stopped when he swung around on me. "And you'd love it if she did wouldn't you? Probably jerk off to her don't you?"

"You're sick." I told him, but could feel myself blushing.

"Me? I'm not the one who wants to fuck my mother," He laughed loudly, "But I'm going to like watching you fuck yours."

"What?" Mom and I both exclaimed at the same time.

"You heard me; I told you we were going to play a game. I've been watching and I want to see you both get what you want, each other."

"I...I don't want to..."

"Oh, you do." Glen told me, "And hey, I don't blame you, she's fucking hot! Pretty, nice body." He pointed at me, "You want that body don't you?"

Before I could answer he turned to mom, "Take your robe off."

"I won't!" Mom declared, "You..." she stopped when he tapped the gun.

"Listen to me both of you; you will do what I say." He pointed at her, "You, you little slut are going to fuck your son."

"I won't do it!" I yelled, "You..."

"Fine," he said with a shrug, "Then I'll tie you up and you can watch me fuck her. But I figure the other way we all get what we want." He turned back to mom, "Now, take off your robe."

"Mom don't," I said, shaking my head.

Mom stared at me for a moment, then standing up, reached down and untied her robe. I looked over to see Glen watching her. He had pushed himself away from the wall and was now standing behind the chair between the couch and where I was sitting. 

He was too far away for me to leave the chair and reach him before he would see me. The best I could do was hope that he wasn't really going to hurt us and the only thing he wanted was...My heart skipped a beat when my stunned mind finally acknowledged the thought he wanted to watch my mother have sex with me!

Across from me Mom had untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. I swallowed hard when I saw what she had on beneath it. Mom was wearing a black bra the cups of which were lace and even from across the room I could see the shadow of her nipples behind the thin material. The bra was accompanied by a matching black thong that was little more than string with a patch of lace between her legs.

"You always wear lingerie when your home with your son?" Glen asked, "You still going to deny it?"

"I like feeling sexy." Mom said with her head down.

"Oh, you're sexy alright, isn't she Mark?

He turned to me and when I shrugged, raised his voice, "Answer me!"

At that volume his voice sounded even stranger and I was sure he was using some type of voice box. That thought disturbed me because it meant it might be someone we knew. He had said he'd been watching us. My thoughts were cut off when I saw him take a step towards mom.

"Yes, she's sexy." I blurted out.

"Good boy." Glen lowered his voice, "See, that's all I want tonight, some honesty from both of you." He pointed at Mom, "Turn around, show your son that fine ass of yours."

Mom hesitated long enough for him to sigh and reach for his waistband, then bringing her hands up, placed them in her hair and raised her arms over her head. As she took her long red hair up with her hands, she turned around slowly, and despite our frightening predicament, my eyes immediately found her ass. 

The thong was little more than a string between the cheeks of her ass and I couldn't help but notice how round and firm looking her ass was. Sensing Glen staring at me, I forced my eyes upward and took in the smooth creamy skin of mom's back. Not wanting to look as if I was indeed looking more than I should be I dropped my gaze, but not before catching a quick look at the backs of mom's long well shaped legs.

"Yeah, my mom dressed like that when we were alone at night." He grunted, glancing my way he asked, "Hey Mark, you think your mother has nice tits?"

As he spoke he came around the chair and sat down in it, putting him between us.

"She...she's my mom and I..."

"I know who she is, now answer the question."

"You're sick, you know that right?" Mom asked him as she turned back around to face us.

"You're wearing Victoria secret and sitting on your son's lap and I'm sick?" he laughed, "Okay maybe I am, but I can admit it. Now shut up, so Mark can answer."

Play a long; I told myself, something will happen to get us out of this.

"Uh, yeah she has a nice chest." I answered.

"Nice chest? What are you twelve? Tell me you think your mom has nice tits."

"My...mother has nice tits." I said softly, looking away from her as I spoke.

"Ever see them?"

"No." 

"Look over here when you speak." Glen demanded. When I did as he said he asked, "Want to see them?"

"No!" I exclaimed.

"Liar, you stare at them all the time." He wagged his finger at me, "Remember I've been watching and whenever she isn't looking at you, you're fucking gawking at her. Now I told you the rules are you answer honestly and do what I say. Now tell me you want to see your mother's tits."

"Just say it, even if it's not true." Mom said, "Just give him what he wants."

"Just what I want?" The mask had a thin film over the eyes to protect them from bad weather, but I could sense him rolling them behind it. "But, whatever, that's some good advice from your slutty mom over there, you just play along." He paused, "So, Mark want to see mommy's tits?"

"I...okay I guess." I muttered as my heart started pounding at the thought I really wouldn't mind seeing them, but could think of a thousand better scenarios to do so.

"Better than that!" he shouted, "You two aren't stupid and you know what I want so fucking give it to me! You both want it so act like you do!" he put his hand on the gun and looking at me said, "Now answer my question like one of the kids in those stupid porns you watch when their mother wants to fuck them."

I felt my heart skip a beat at the same time my face flushed deep red. How the hell did this guy know what I watched on my lap top? I always had my blinds down, had he hacked us somehow? Worse was the stunned look on mom's face when he said it. 

"I'm waiting."

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath I said, "I really want to see my mother's tits."

"Ask her, I bet she'll show them to you."

"Enough. " Mom said.

"A minute ago you said play along." He told her. "Listen to your own advice. Now go ahead Mark, ask mommy to show you her pretty titties."

I looked helplessly at mom who after looking into my eyes gave me a slight nod. "Go ahead, Mark, its okay."

"Mark, what happened to baby?" he laughed.

Mom stared hard at him and again I wondered how close this guy had gotten to us to know this.

"Baby," Mom said, while still looking at him, "Your mother will do anything for you, all you have to do is ask."

"Oh, I like that!" he clapped his hands. Gesturing to me, he added, "Now that should make you stop being such a wuss, follow mommy's example and let's go."

"Mom," I began my voice trembling, "C...can I see your tits?

Mom's answer was to reach behind her and unhook her bra. I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples as she slowly slid the straps from her shoulders and after a brief pause, tossed the bra on the floor.

"Oh." I whispered unable to help it at the sight of my mother's bare breasts.

They were even more amazing than I had envisioned them. Even though they were large, they were still high and proud. Her breasts were smooth and milky white with the only color being the light pink of her nipples. I noticed her nipples were hard and barely heard Glen whistle,

"Damn, your mother's got some nice tits, doesn't she?"

"Yes." I said without thinking as my eyes stayed focused on her nipples.

"Now is that anyway to show your son your tits? Come on, mom, show those babies off!"

Mom sighed and cupping her tits, lifted them higher. To my surprise she started caressing her nipples with her thumbs and I saw she was breathing heavier as she did.

"That's it! But I think you're too far away, go over to your son and let him get a nice close look at them."

Still holding her tits up, Mom slowly walked over to me. I sat there with my mouth open as she stood between my legs. Her tits were little more than a foot from my face and to my amazement I felt my cock stiffening between my legs. Again I lowered my eyes, but only to be confronted with the smooth skin of her stomach and worse, the patch of lace between her thighs.

"You like those tits, Mark?"

Not trusting my voice, I nodded.

"Tell her you want to suck on them!"

"I...I can't!"

My words came out in a pathetic whimper as even with an armed intruder sitting ten feet away from me, I couldn't imagine my tongue on those nipples.

"Mom, you better talk to your son, because I'm getting ready to take over for him and fuck you myself."

Releasing her tits, mom put her hands on my shoulders and leaning over, placed her lips at my ear.

"Baby, listen to me. This guy is sick, but I think if we do what he wants, we'll be okay."

"But..." I trailed off at the sight of Mom's tits now inches from my face.

"Mark, he's armed and I don't want to give him a reason. I...if I have to do something dirty tonight I would rather it be with you, not him."

"You're my mother." I whispered and honestly at that point I felt I was trying to convince myself of that fact. 

"I know and that's why he's sick, this is what he wants and..." she paused when that deep voice called out,

"As much as I like looking at that fine ass, you better get sonny boy to play along, before I show him how it's done."

Mom tensed up, but her voice in my ear was calm. "Mark, do you really watch those videos?"

"I...yes, I...I'm sorry mom, but that doesn't mean I want..."

"Then what we're going to do is pretend we're in one, okay?" she caused me to gasp when I felt her tongue graze my ear. "You and I are going to play our own game; we're going to act like strangers playing a dirty game and do what he wants."

"I don't think I can." I said even as I felt my now hard cock straining against my shorts.

"Just think of me as a sexy older woman and not your mom." She said, "You can do it, baby, you have to."

"But dad..." I whispered.

"Will never know, no one will, just our little secret." This time it was her lips that touched me, placing a soft kiss just below my ear. "Just relax, let me take care of you and we'll worry about everything else later, okay?"

Let me take care of you. Those words were spoken in that purr she had been using lately and a soft moan escaped me when her lips again found my flesh, but this time lower on my neck. 

"Times up! Either he sucks your tits or..."

"How about he gives his mother a nice kiss first?" Mom asked, looking back at him, "Cut the kid some slack and let me get him relaxed, okay?"

"Kiss?" he paused, "Fine, but take his shirt off first." He laughed, "That way you can be nipple to nipple.

Reaching down, Mom grabbed my shirt and whispered, "Come on, baby, arms up!"

Trying to do as mom had said and pretend, I did the best I could to forget about the stranger in our house and lifted my arms up for her. Mom slipped my shirt over my head and after giving me a wink, started rubbing her hands up and down my chest.

"Oh, my baby has been working out hasn't he? Hmmm" she purred, "Is the rest of you as hard as these muscles?"

Behind her Glen clapped his hands and called out, "That's much better! You're a real sport mom! Course we all know this is what you wanted anyway!"

Ignoring him, Mom slid her hands up my chest one more time and then taking my face in her hands, leaned forward and pressed those soft full lips to mine. I whimpered as she kissed me, and then gasped when she leaned further and I felt her nipples pressing into my chest.

Although my lips hadn't responded, mom moaned in her throat and working her arms around my shoulders pulled me closer to her. She kissed me harder, and then whispered against my face, "Kiss me back, baby, and put your arms around my waist, remember, just like the movies"

Mom returned to kissing me and this time I tentatively returned it, my lips pushing against hers. Mom purred again and worked her lips back and forth across mine. As I started kissing her harder, I put my arms around her waist and placing my hand on her warm back slid it up through her long hair.

"Hmmm-mmm," Mom encouraged as her lips pressed hard against mine. 

She rocked side to side causing her hard nipples to slide across my chest and whispered, "Close your legs."

I did as she asked, and she swung her legs onto the chair on either side of mine so she was straddling me on the chair.

"Nice touch, hey mom, you guys sure you haven't done this before!"

I tensed up at the sound of his voice and mom said softly, "Just me, baby, just focus on me. You're doing just fine." She returned to kissing me and I gasped when her tongue darted out and pushed against my lips. I parted them and Mom sighed as her tongue entered my mouth and caressed mine. 

She was now rocking front to back, grinding her hips in my lap and even through her thong and my shorts I could feel the heat between her legs. Her hard nipples were poking into my chest and she was now moaning softly as her tongue played against mine. 

"Yeah, work him up, mom! Bet it isn't the first time he's been hard for you!"

Mom's hands had slipped between us and were rubbing my chest again and I felt a sense of the surreal come over me as my mother gave me the equivalent of a lap dance while some guy with a gun watched.

"Grab her ass!"

His tone was firmer than before and recalling his words that he was done playing, I dropped my hand down mom's back until I was cupping the cheeks of her ass. Mom gasped when I gave them a hard squeeze and so did I at how firm her ass really was. She ground harder into my lap and I had no doubt she could feel how hard I was. We were both sweating and it added to the sensation of our now slick chests rubbing together.

"Okay, enough making out, Mark, tell your mother you want to suck her tits."

Mom sat back on my lap, and once again cupped her breasts. I stared longingly at them, but couldn't move.

"Let's go Mark!" I was aware of movement and saw him get up. Coming over, he pushed the lamp off the end table and sat on it, so he was only a couple of feet to our left. "Say it!"

"Mom....can I..."

"I said tell her, don't ask her!" he said forcefully. "You're taking your mother, not asking permission!"

Just like the movies, I told myself, but remained silent. I jumped as leaning over, Glen swung his hand and slapped mom's ass, hard. She cried out and I immediately blurted, "Mom, put your fucking tit in my mouth!"

"Oh, perfect!" he laughed.

"Yes, baby!" Mom said softly and leaning forward pushed her right tit into my face. 

Feeling like a drowning man going down for the last time, I opened my mouth and quickly sucked her hard pink nipple into it.

"Oh, yes." Mom purred and started rocking again.

"You like your son sucking your tits, you little slut?"

"Oh, yes!" she moaned as I swirled my tongue around her hard nub, "I love my baby, sucking my tits! I want him to have anything he wants!"

I switched and as I sucked on her other nipple, Mom wrapped her arms around me and played with my hair.

"Tongue it; I want to see your tongue on that nipple."

I obediently opened my mouth and despite my nervousness, made a show of tracing a slow wet circle around mom's swollen flesh.

"Yeah, that looks good." Glen said softly, "The two of you look hot together, shit I jerked off watching at the pool today and this is even better!"

Mom grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her other breast. I rolled her nipple between my fingertips and her moan sent a shiver through me. Either she was one hell of an actress or...

"Pinch it! Make her squeal!"

I shook my head around her nipple, but when Glen raised his hand to slap her ass again, I gave her a hard pinch. Mom yelped, and with a laugh he said, "Do it again." I did as he said and she yelped louder this time. I took that nipple gently into my mouth and started playing with the other. Without him asking I gave it a light pinch, but mom yelped as if I had done it much harder. 




Forced to Take My Mother



"You getting nice and wet mommy?" he asked, "You all worked up grinding on your son's cock?"

"Yes," she moaned as I continued to work her nipples.

"Is he hard for his mommy?"

"Oh, very hard." She purred causing me to blush.

"Hey Mark, she right? You nice and hard for your slut mother?"

"Yeah," I moaned around her nipple as she started moving her hips in circles around my trapped cock.

"So you got your hot mother almost naked and willing to do anything you want. What do you want her to do, Mark?"

I knew what he wanted me to say because the image of my mother on her knees at the pool surged into my mind. I envisioned the mother son fantasy movies I had watched and thought of those sons getting blow jobs from their horny mothers. But they were actors, not real blood and...

"Answer me, what do you want mommy to do for you?"

I had leaned away from her nipples and looking up into her face, saw she was as flushed as I was and her red hair was beginning to stick to her sweat slicked cheeks. Again she gave me a wink, "Go ahead, baby, tell mommy what you want."

"You want her to suck your cock don't you? Want her to get on her knees and use that nasty mouth on you."

"Yes." I said simply.

"Not good enough, tell her!"

"Mom, I want you to..."

"Better!" he snarled.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock!" I snapped, my nerves lending force to my words.

"I'd love to." Mom said with a convincing smile. She slid off of my lap and stood in front of me, before making a show of slowly dropping to her knees. "I've been dying to suck my son's cock."

"Bet you have, you pig!"

Mom placed her hands on my chest and tongued my nipple. Another shiver went through me and I moaned when her right hand dropped into my lap and squeezed my aching cock through my shorts.

"Hard?"

"Oh, yes." She purred, "Nice and hard for your mother, aren't you baby?"

I looked into her blue eyes as she tongued my nipple. I could feel her soft tits against my stomach and moaned, "Oh, yes."

"Then let's see it! Get his pants off and suck that cock!"

Mom lowered her head, her tongue trailing down my stomach. As she licked and sucked the skin just above my waist band, she deftly unsnapped my shorts and pulled my zipper down. My body was trembling as she reached around to my sides and pushed my shorts and underwear down. 

"Lift up." 

I lifted my hips and mom quickly tugged my pants down past my knees. My swollen cock sprang free and Glen exclaimed, "Fuck, he is hard!"

Even though he should have been my main concern, I was more caught up in mom's reaction to my cock. Her blue eyes not only widened, but she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips and whispered, "Oh, goddamn." I looked down and felt a sick thrill go through me at the sight of my fairly sizable cock, hard and dripping inches from my mother's face. 

"You like that cock, mom" he mocked, "You want to taste your son?"

"I..." Mom started to reach for my cock, and then stopped. "If he tells me to."

"Wow, have you played this game before?" He clapped his hands again, "You heard her, Mark."

I avoided looking at him and staring down at my dick positioned in front of my mother, I lost all form of control, "Mom, put my cock in your mouth."

"Stroke it first." He told her, "I want to see you play with it." He looked over at me, "That okay, Mark? Wouldn't it be better if mommy teases you a little?"

My answer turned into a groan when Mom grabbed my cock at the base and gave it a squeeze. I moaned again as a thick stream of pre cum squirted out and mom stroked me. My hips jerked when she reached the sensitive head and rubbed her palm across it, getting a handful of my sticky fluid. 

She worked her now slick hand up and down and at this point I was barely aware of our perverted captor sitting next to me, all I could focus on was the sight of mom's slender fingers wrapped around my thick, glistening shaft.

Mom brought her other hand up and I whimpered as she massaged my balls while stroking me. Her eyes were fixed on my cock and were wide and bright. There was a look on her face just like the women in those movies, a look of desire.

"How's your boy's hard cock feel?"

"Amazing," she said quietly.

"It's a nice big one isn't it? Bet it's harder than your husband's." He laughed, "How's that feel Mark? You like getting a hand job from mom?"

"I...Oh!" I moaned loudly as sitting up, Mom let my cock go, but grabbing her tits, wrapped them around it

"Your slutty mother is into this!" Glen shook his head, "I didn't even think of that! Go ahead and tit fuck her."

Mom had already started to bounce causing my hard cock to slide between her soft tits. I moaned and thrust my hips watching her tits get wet from my oozing cock. Mom lowered her head and the next time my cock slid through flicked her tongue across the head.

"Oh!" I moaned, causing a laugh from beside me.

I thrust my hips hard and parting her lips, mom let the head of my cock slide between them. I gasped at the sensation of her soft lips and strained to push harder, to get it further into her mouth. 

"Tell her, Mark."

"Oh, please suck my cock!" I whined, "Please don't tease me, mom."

"Man, the two of you can't even pretend anymore can you?" 

Mom released her tits and once again grabbing the base of my cock, slowly teased her tongue around the head before opening her mouth and taking me deep into it. I cried out at the incredible feeling of her warm wet mouth as she engulfed my cock. I gasped at the feeling of her lips wrapped around the base of my shaft, then again at the feeling of her tongue sliding out across my balls.

"Look at that! You're mother's a hell of a cock sucker!"

I could only moan like an idiot as Mom slowly withdrew my cock from her mouth. Her tongue was working back and forth across my shaft and her soft lips were pressed hard to my aching flesh. Mom reached the tip then bobbed her head in a slow steady rhythm.

"Oh, my god." I moaned which caused another laugh from our audience. 

"Tell her you like it!" he said, "Tell her to keep doing it!"

I groaned, "Keep sucking my cock mom, just keep sucking it!"

"Hmm" Mom moaned around me.

Her blue eyes were fixed on mine and I noticed she was rocking back and forth as she blew me. Glen noticed as well. 

"Check that out Mark, your whore of a mother is getting off on this! I bet she's soaking fucking wet! Am I right, slut?"

Mom popped my cock from her mouth and purred, "So, wet! I love sucking my son's cock!"

Mom placed her tongue alongside my shaft and slowly licked the length of it down to my balls. Ducking her head she took my them in her mouth and I cried out in pleasure as she sucked on them.

"Little pig! Your mother's a pig Mark, and you love it, right?"

"Yes!" I said, "Oh, damn, oh, that feels good!"

I was sounded like an idiot, but didn't care. Nor, if I were being honest, did I really care this was my mother sucking my cock. Even the fear of what Glen would do next was fading from my mind. 

All that mattered now was my smoking hot mother's tongue was working its way up my shaft and I was yearning for her to take it back into her mouth. Mom reached the top and sticking her tongue into the slit of my dick, pulled it back, taking a trail of my pre-cum with it.

"I'm supposed to think you're acting? Damn straight you wanted to blow your kid!"

As she had since we started touching, Mom didn't even look over at him. Instead, she slurped the thin line of my sticky juice back to its source and opening her mouth wide, engulfed just the tip of my cock. 

She sucked hard and I cried out at the feeling of a spurt of my pre cum squirting from my cock. She moaned and bobbed her head along my cock. I was breathing hard and at this point our intruder was completely forgotten as I watched my mother blow me. 

Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was moaning each time she took me deep into her mouth. My hips were rocking and I could feel my thighs starting to tremble as I could feel myself starting to get close. 

"Put your hand on her head, just like you've thought about."

No longer feeling the slightest urge to consider what he said, I placed both hands on the back of mom's head. She focused her eyes on me and gave me another wink as I wrapped my hands in her long red hair and pushed and pulled, guiding those amazing lips up and down my shaft.

"Tell her to suck it faster."

"I..." I closed my eyes and tried to focus through the pleasure I was receiving from the one female mouth in the world I shouldn't be in. "G...go faster."

"Better than that!" Glen raised his voice for the first time in awhile, "Tell her, and treat her like the fucking pig she is!"

Those last words had finished with what sounded like a moan and looking over I was shocked to see him rubbing his cock through his black sweat pants. I could see from the bulge he was as hard as I was.

My attention was brought back to my cock as mom had slowed her sucking down to a tease. I pumped my hips in frustration, but she pulled her head back as I did, not allowing me to push it deeper into her mouth. I moaned in frustration and now desperate to cum, snapped,

"Don't stop! Suck my cock!"

"Yes!" Glen cried out next to me, "More, like she's your slut, because she is!"

"Suck that cock!" I moaned and shoved her head down harder, "Suck that cock you dirty slut!"

Even as the words came out of my mouth, I couldn't believe I'd said them, but between my legs, Mom not only obediently bobbed her head faster, but was moaning even louder as she did. She was stroking me as well, her hand following her lips and jerking my slick cock as she blew me. 

"Just like that!" I groaned, "Keep sucking me, I want to cum!"

"I love it!" The words came from next to me, "Now fuck her mouth!"

Mom stopped moving her head and wrapping my hands tighter in her hair, I thrust my hips off the chair, ramming my cock down my mother's seemingly very willing mouth.

"You like that slut?" he asked, "Like your kid fucking your mouth with that big dick? You dream about this?"

"Hmm-mm." Mom moaned

She was easily taking my cock and as I pumped it into her mouth began to move her head, driving me even deeper down her throat. I gasped for breath as I could feel cum building within my balls and getting ready to race through my cock. 

I sensed movement next to me, and turning my head, saw Glen had shoved his sweat pants down and now had his large hard cock in his hand. He was pumping it slowly, his eyes fixed on my mother sucking me off. As caught up in the desire to cum as I was, my eyes sought out the gun and saw the handle sticking out near his hip, where he had moved it. 

There was no way, even with him jerking off, I would be able to move that fast. His cock being out caused his presence to disturb me for the first time since mom had gotten to her knees. I was struck by the image of him telling mom to suck him next and..,

I gasped as mom rubbed my balls, and sucked even faster. I had slowed my hips, but when mom grabbed my balls harder and squeezed I pumped them wildly. I released a long desperate sounding moan at the sensation of my cock getting ready to go off.

"That's it." Glen cried out, "Cum in that little red headed whore's mouth! Give her what she wants!"

Mom gave my balls another squeeze and with a loud cry my cock exploded in her mouth. Mom squealed around it and still sucking jerked my cock. I pulled her hair harder as my cock released spurt after spurt of cum into my mother's talented mouth. 

Her eyes had rolled back in her head, and she was making gurgling noises as she continued to suck. I saw a thin trail of my cum spill from the side of her mouth and slide down my cock, but she quickly slurped it back up, the next time she took me deep. 

I emitted a pathetic whimper as my cock twitched and I felt the last couple of drops ooze out and across mom's tongue. Removing my cock from her mouth, she turned her head to stare at Glen who was now pumping his cock rapidly. 

Mom didn't seem concerned he was doing it and turning her eyes to me, smiled and opening her mouth, let cum drool out of it and splatter on the tip of my cock. The warm sticky fluid oozed down my shaft and cocking her head slightly to the left so she was looking at him, mom lowered her head and noisily slurped the cum back into her mouth.

I moaned and jerked my hips as her soft tongue and lips slid along my cock, cleaning every drop of cum from me. Mom smacked her lips loudly as she slurped it up and I jumped at the sound of a loud cry next to me. I turned and gasped at the sight of Glen's cock erupting and shooting his cum into the air, it landed all over his shirt and I watched in morbid fascination as he continued to pump it, spraying a huge load all over himself. 

When he finished he sighed, the sound seeming odd with whatever he was using to disguise his voice and whispered, "Oh, fuck that was hot! You're a lucky kid, Mark."

"Okay," Mom said softly from between my legs, "You got your rocks off, why don't you..."

"Oh, no." He laughed, "I can't go yet. I think your son should return the favor, don't you, Mark?"

I was still trying to catch my breath and as I stared at him, he continued, "Don't you think one good turn deserves another? How about you reward your mom's great blow job by licking her pussy?"

"I...okay." I said, no longer caring what happened and relieved he had jerked off rather than force my mother to do something for him. 

Mom stood up in front of me and asked, "Where do you want me, baby?"

"Show him first." 

Mom nodded and turning around hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong and with a sexy shimmy worked it over her hips and down her legs. As she did she bent over in front of me and my eyes widened at the sight of my mother's pink pussy winking out at me from between her thighs. 

That pussy was smooth expect for a patch of fiery red hair right at the top. It was also glistening and I could see even her upper thighs were wet. Blowing me had turned her on!

"Get up and let your mother have a seat."

I forced myself to stand and had to steady myself on the chair as my knees were still weak from cumming so damn hard. Keeping my hand on the chair, I slipped my shoes off and after kicking my shorts and underwear to the side, I stepped away from the chair. I noticed Glen staring at me and blushed at the fact I was totally naked in front of him. But mom was naked as well and as she stepped passed me, I couldn't help staring at her perfect body.

Mom turned and sitting in the chair, lifted her legs and draped them over the arms, leaving her pussy completely exposed to me.

"Oh, she wants this! Show him that pussy mommy!" He laughed.

Mom spread her lips open, showing off more of her wet pink flesh and as I sank to my knees in front of her, she stroked her swollen clit with her long red fingernail.

"Say it."

"Oh, baby," Mom purred, "Come lick mommy's pussy! Make me cum!"

With a nervous glance over at our unwanted guest I saw he was still slowly stroking his semi hard cock as he started intently at us. I slid forward until I was directly between mom's legs and placing my hands on her warm firm thighs, leaned forward until her pussy as inches from my face. I took a deep breath and released a soft sigh at the forbidden scent of my mother's pussy. Mom was still holding herself open and licking my lips, I placed a soft kiss on her clit.

"Oh." Mom moaned and her hips jerked in my face.

I slipped my tongue out and slowly traced a circle around her clit and the soft moan mom emitted caused me to do it again, but faster. 

"Take your time." Glen said next to me. "Slide your tongue down; get a good taste of your mother."

I left her clit and pressing my tongue against her hot wet skin, slid down through the folds of her pussy. Mom sighed and when I reached the entrance of her pussy, I closed my eyes and shoved my tongue inside her. 

Mom cried out and I moaned as just as he had said, I received a mouthful of my mother's sweet juices. I pushed my tongue in deeper and swirled it around causing mom to whimper, "Oh, honey that is so nice!"

Growing bolder I moved my head, sliding my rigid tongue in and out of her.

"Look at you, tongue fucking mommy! You are a good son!" 

As before the words were said around a moan and it hit me that nothing would happen to us. Glen was a voyeur, albeit a sick one with an incest fetish, but I was convinced all he wanted was a show and we would be fine. 

Well fine except for the fact my mother and I had just crossed one hell of a line and we hadn't even fucked yet. That thought struck me hard and even as I continued to violate my mother's pussy with my tongue, I realized I was going to fuck mom. 

There was no way this guy would leave without seeing that. That thought should have been disturbing, but instead my recently spent cock jumped between my legs. Removing my tongue from her delicious hole, I worked it back up through her soft wet lips and this time when I reached her clit I fastened my lips to it and sucked gently.

"Oh, yes, oh, baby!" Mom purred.

I looked up at her and my cock jumped again at the sight of her toying with her pink nipples rubbing them between her fingers. Her blue eyes were locked on mine and her soft lips parted as she moaned in pleasure from the touch of her son's tongue. 

"Put your fingers inside her. Two of them, feel her pussy."

Still sucking her clit, I brought my hand up and slipped two fingers into her. I gasped at not only how hot and wet she was, but the way she immediately clenched her pussy around my fingers. I pumped them slowly into her, when she moaned, "Harder, baby, shove them in!"

I drove my fingers in as hard as I dared and was rewarded with a long moan and mom pumping her hips into them, pushing them even deeper. I removed my lips from her clit and swirled my tongue around it in hard fast circles.

"That's right, baby!" Mom moaned, "Lick that clit, oh, just like that!"

Mom's hips moved faster and I could feel her thigh shaking beneath the palm of my hand. I began thrusting my fingers harder, while moving my tongue as fast as I could. Between my legs my cock was rock hard and I couldn't stop imagining how good her pussy was going to feel around it. 

It dawned on me that if I had thought I was a sick bastard for just thinking about it before, what was I now? Not only was I sucking my mother's pussy, but was about to fuck her and in front of someone.

"Look at her, getting close already!" That someone spoke up, "She's been wanting her son's tongue hasn't she?"

"Oh, I have!" Mom moaned for him, "I've been dreaming of him between my thighs, dying to cum in his face." She groaned as I sucked her clit back into my mouth then added, "Dying to fuck him!"

Those last words sent my fingers plunging into her so deep I felt my knuckles push against the edge of her pussy and I sucked on her clit so hard my lips were making loud smacking noises.

I heard a laugh from next to me. "He wants that! Look at him working for it, and he's fucking hard again!"

"I want it too!" Mom cooed, "Come on, baby, make mommy cum so she can feel her son's big hard dick inside of her!"

Mom stopped and released a long moan. Her hips lifted off the chair and ground in my face. She whimpered, "I'm sooo close, please keep licking!"

"Put your finger in her ass!"

For the first time in awhile, I hesitated and Glen snapped, "Now!"

I quickly removed my hand from her thigh and as I sucked her clit hard into my mouth pushed a finger into my mother's asshole.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" Mom screamed so loud I jumped, but managed to continue licking as her scream was followed by a long loud squeal as she came.

Her pussy contracted down around my fingers and I gasped as she closed her legs, pinning my face between her thighs. She was thrusting her hips, grinding her pussy against my face and I moaned into her hot flesh as I kept both my tongue and fingers moving. 




Forced to Take My Mother



Mom was squealing and bucking wildly on the chair; thrusting her pussy hard into my face, squeezed my head tighter between her thighs. She went quiet for a moment, then crying out loudly, her pussy convulsed around my fingers and I felt a wave of warm sticky fluid flow out around my fingers. 

Mom's hips jerked several more times, and then with a long loud sigh, she dropped her legs from my head. I sat back on my knees and looked up to see her sitting back, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she continued to moan softly. Her face was flushed and her tits glistening with sweat. I couldn't help thinking she was the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. 

"You made mommy come hard, didn't you?"

"Oh, yeah he did." Mom whispered, opening her eyes.

"Speaking of hard, I think your son has something to give you."

"Yeah?" Mom gave me a sexy smile that made my cock dance between my legs, "You got something nice and hard for your mother?"

"Yes." I stood up and Mom licked her lips at the sight of my fully erect cock.

"Tell her, you...."

His words cut off when I grabbed Mom's ankles and lifting her legs, drove my cock hard and deep into her sopping wet pussy.

"Oh, my fucking God!" Mom cried out, "Oh, baby that's a nice cock!"

"Holy shit!" Glen exclaimed, "I told you we were going to have fun tonight!"

Mom's words sent a thrill though me and spreading her legs as wide as I could I tore into her. The line had been crossed and at this point the only thing I cared about was fucking my hot mother. 

Mom was crying out each time I slammed my cock inside her and I took in the sexy sight of my long thick cock plunging deep into her fiery red pussy. She was so wet my cock was not only glistening, but I could hear a wet sucking sound each time I slipped it out.

"That's it baby," Mom called out, "Fuck your mother; give her what she needs!"

She looked over to her left and moaned, "This what you wanted to see? This getting you hot, you sick fuck?"

I wanted to tell her not to egg him on, but following her gaze saw Glen was hard again and jerking off furiously as he watched me fuck her.

"Yes," he groaned, "Damn this is fucking hot! Keep fucking her! Tell her how good she feels!"

"I love fucking you, mom!" I called out in between gasps as I strained to fuck her even harder, "I love my mother's pussy!"

"And I love that cock!" Mom moaned, "But stop!"

I started to slow down and heard Glen say, "No, keep..."

"I want to ride that cock!" Mom told him.

I slid my cock from inside her and standing, mom stepped around me and putting her hands on my chest shoved me down into the chair. As soon as I was sitting, I cried out as bending over, mom put her head in my lap and sucked on me. 

"Oh, shit, that's hot." Glen groaned, his hand busy on his cock.

Mom released my cock and licking her lips, laughed, "Bad boy, you taste like your mother!"

Putting her back to me, mom leaned backwards. Bracing her hands on the arms of the chair, she placed her back against my chest. Raising her legs, she put one foot on each of my knees and reaching between our legs, grabbed my cock and guided it to her pussy. 

She let her weight go and we both cried out as she impaled herself on my cock. I pumped my hips and relaxing against my back, mom started yelping again with each hard thrust.

Mom's head was resting on my shoulder and reaching up; she grabbed my hair and turned my face to hers. She pressed her lips to mine, kissing me and shoving her tongue into my mouth. I eagerly accepted it and moaned as she raised herself up and down, driving down harder on my cock. 

Grabbing my hand, she brought it around her waist and placed it between her legs. Holy shit, I thought as my fingers found her hard clit and rubbed it, what kind of movies had she been watching? 

"Yeah, rub that clit; I want to cum on my son's cock!" She purred.

"Fucking wild cat you got there!" Glen laughed, "Jesus, your mother's fucking hot, isn't she?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, "Ride that cock!" I said in my mother's ear, "Oh, mom you feel so fucking good!"

"Hmm," she cooed, "Keep rubbing and I'll keep riding!"

I pressed harder against her clit and moving my fingers as fast as I could. I put my other arm around her and finding her right nipple played with it. Mom was moaning in my ear and thrusting herself harder onto my cock.

"Yes, yes!" she cried, "A little faster, a little more, Oh baby!!" Mom howled those last words and her pussy squeezed my cock hard as she went off like a rocket.

Mom stopped moving and taking my cue I started fucking her, thrusting my cock as hard as I could into her convulsing pussy. Mom moaned and arching her back paused, before slamming herself back down on me.

Again she screamed and this time it was my cock that received that hot sticky wave of my fluid as my mother came. She slumped against me gasping and wrapping my arms around her waist I fucked her as hard as I could. 

"Oh, fuck!" Mom moaned, "That's it, fucking give it to me!"

"Get off him." Glen called out, "You know how you really want your son to take you!"

Mom lifted herself off of my cock and with a groan of effort slipped off of the chair. As she stood in front of it, I saw her sway and felt a sense of accomplishment at the fact I had made her cum so hard she could barely stand. Reaching down, she grabbed my hand and pulled. 

I came to my feet, feeling my own legs threatening to give out. Mom put her back to me and climbed onto the chair. This time she put her knees on the arms, spreading herself wide open and putting her forearms across the top of the chair rested her head on them. Turning to look back at me, she asked, "What are you waiting for? Come fuck me, take me on my knees, like the slut I am!"

"Oh my God." I whispered, in awe at the sight of mom's amazing ass and pussy pointing at me. 

I could see her pussy dripping down her glistening thighs and took in her little pink rosebud as well. Mom's hair was plastered to her sweaty back and I can't remember ever seeing anything so hot, even in the movies.

"Go on," Glen panted, "Fuck her!"

I looked over to see he was now standing there with his cock in his hand stroking it, but making no move to come any closer. Doing my best to ignore him, I stepped forward and grabbing mom's hips, entered her in one long thrust.

"Oh, fuck that's deep!" She called out.

I stayed there with my cock buried inside her, enjoying the feeling her hot pussy embracing every inch of my hard flesh. I eased it out to the tip, then plunging it back inside started fucking her.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Mom screamed as I hammered away on her pussy.

"That's a good boy!" Glen yelled, "Take your mother's pussy! That's your pussy isn't it?"

"Yes!" I moaned in agreement as I continued my assault on my mother. 

"It is baby!" Mom joined in, "Anytime you want it! Anyway you want it! Your mommy's pussy is all yours!"

"Pull her fucking hair! Really give it to her!"

I grabbed the end of mom's sweat soaked hair and pulled back hard on it. Mom yelped and lifting her head from the chair arched her back. That caused my cock to enter her at a different angle and mom screamed, "Oh my fucking god! Oh, baby you're fucking your mother so hard and I fucking love it!"

"That's it, just fuck her now!" Glen moaned, "As hard as you can! Fuck her until you cum!"

That wasn't going to be much longer as my already tired legs were starting to shake and I could feel my balls gathering for release. Letting mom's hair go, I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and spread them open to better enjoy the view of my cock tearing into her pussy. My eyes fixed on her asshole and sliding my hand over, I drove a finger into it. 

Mom cried out in surprise and Glen moaned,"Fuck, even I didn't think of that."

I moaned at the sensation of feeling my cock sliding along my finger through the thin skin between mom's ass and pussy and Mom's squeals of delight were telling me she loved it as well. Mom rose up and bracing her hands on the back of the chair, rocked back and forth, shoving my cock even deeper into her.

I was fucking her so hard my balls were slapping against her pussy and she was now wailing continuously as I hammered away on her hot little box. I cried out as she contracted her pussy and ass around my cock, milking it as I fucked her.

I gasped at the feeling of the cum flowing up through my cock and began moaning in between each thrust. The moans turned to whimpers and after several more savage pumps, I cried out and withdrew my cock.

"Hold it!" Glen called out.

Like they did in the movies I squeezed the base of my cock, moaning at the effort to hold back my cum. Mom had slipped off of the chair onto her knees and grabbing my cock from me, pointed it at her face and opened her mouth. 

I released my cock and cried out as a tremendous spurt of cum erupted onto my mother's waiting tongue. Mom jerked my cock, and the next spurt struck her on the cheek, then her chin. Mom turned her face so I would get that side as well.

I stood there, moaning and watching, as my mother used my spurting cock to paint her face. I heard a gasp and turned to see Glen pumping his cock fast and hard. He cried out and a long thick spurt of cum shot from the tip of his cock and to my dismay went far enough to strike the side of Mom's face. 

Mom either didn't notice or chose not to react to it and a second spurt struck her neck. I was helpless to say anything as she was still stroking my own spurting cock, which she had now pointed lower to spray her tits. 

I released a whimper as the last of my load oozed from my spent cock. Mom quickly leaned forward and taking it in her mouth caused me to cry out as she sucked hard enough to get a couple of more drops from me. 

Next to us, Glen moaned and almost fell back into his chair as the last of his cum splattered onto the floor near the chair. Exhausted I sank to my knees next to mom and stared at her sweating, cum covered face. Seeing Glen's cum on her cheek and shoulder sent a surge of anger through me and I snapped, 

"You fucking asshole! How dare you?"

I started to try to get up, but mom grabbed my shoulder and leaning over said in my ear, "If that's the worst that happens, its okay, Mark."

"I...I didn't mean to." Glen said, causing me to look at him in surprise. "I really just wanted to watch." Looking directly at mom, he added, "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well take your sorry ass out of my house, you got what you wanted, you twisted fuck, now go!"

And she didn't want me to start up? Glen stared at us and standing; pulled his pants up over his still dripping cock. To my relief he backed away from us towards the door.

"I'm going, but lady, you have to be kidding to say I'm the twisted fuck. The two of you went at it like porn stars. I was just an excuse for you sickos' to have at it."

He had continued to back away and was now next to the front door. Reaching behind him to grab the handle, Glen laughed, "Hey, you should be thanking me; I gave you the chance to break the ice!"

Opening the door he stepped through it and slammed it shut behind him. The second he left I should have felt a sense of relief, but instead my body started to shake and I felt as if I were going to pass out. Mom asked, "Mark, are you okay?"

"I...Oh, my god, mom!" I exclaimed, "What the hell did we just do?"

Mom didn't answer right away, instead her eyes stared into mine and she seemed to be waiting for me to say more, when I didn't she said softly, "We did what we had to."

She reached over and grabbing my shirt from the floor, started to wipe cum from her face. I noticed her hand was shaking and putting mine on her shoulder I asked, "What about you, mom, are you okay?"

"I'm okay," she nodded then gave me a tired smile, "Hell two orgasms and fucked by a guy half your age is many women's idea of a good time."

"But not if it's their son." I said, "Jesus, mom what about dad?"

"Well..."

"And," I continued, my voice cracking, "What about us?"

"First of all, we are not going to tell your father. I told you that when we started." She rolled her eyes, "I think you know why."

"But..."

"Mark, neither of us got hurt. The whacko even said he was sorry about cumming on me, there is no reason for dad to know, all it will do is freak him out."

"Okay." I nodded, "I guess you're right, but we, I mean...I..."

"Mark, it's okay." Tossing the shirt away, she slid over and put her arms around me. I was aware of her tits pressing into me and the fact we were totally naked. It hadn't bothered me a few minutes ago, but now that it was over I felt like it should. Still, it felt good to have her arms around me and I hugged her back tightly.

"Listen, baby." She said in my ear. "We did what he wanted so he wouldn't do worse. You and I just went through a tough experience and you were amazing during it, but now you're scared and that's okay, but don't worry about what we did, its why we're okay now and like I told you, we were just acting out..."

"Mom," I paused, then went ahead with what was really bothering me, "Were you acting?"

Mom kept her arms on my shoulders, but eased back until she was looking at me. "What do you mean?"

"You know, I mean I know we had to, but you were really into it and some of the things you did he didn't ask for and you seemed calm and..." I shrugged, "You still seem calm you even made a joke about it. So were you acting?"

Mom gave me an odd smile, "Were you?"

"Huh?" I asked, caught off guard.

"Were you acting baby? Because you sure didn't need much coaxing once we got going and at the end you couldn't fuck me fast enough." I started to blush and she made it worse with her next question. "So, do you really watch incest porn?"

"I...um..." I couldn't keep looking at her and turning my head whispered, "Yes, but it didn't mean I wanted to do that, I...it was just kind of..."

"I watch it too." Mom said.

I turned back to look at her and started to speak, but she put her finger to my lips

"Mark, like I said this was a bizarre situation and maybe we were so caught up in doing what we had to adrenalin took over and we got into it, or maybe this perv was right and we wanted each other. One way or another, there is a lot to talk about, but we're both exhausted and not thinking straight so this is what I want you to do."

Pointing down the all she said, "I want you to go take a long hot shower and go to bed."

"Mom, no way can I sleep! I..."

"You're coming off one hell of an emotional rush, you'd be surprised. Now do as I ask, if nothing else lay there and rest your body. I'm going to," she frowned at the puddle of Glen's cum on the floor. "Clean up and do the same thing."

"I'll clean up," I told her.

"No," she kissed me on the cheek, "Just get some rest."

I sighed and stood up. As I did my cock ended up directly in front of Mom's face and she winked, "No, there are worse things."

She turned away after she said it and blushing again I headed down the hallway to take a shower. I entered the bathroom and turning on the hot water, went to get in when I noticed there was no towel. Leaving the water running, I left the bathroom and opened the door to the closet to grab a couple. 

When I closed the door, I glanced down the hallway into the living room and saw Mom was sitting on the chair. She was still naked and I saw she was on her cell. Who the hell would she be calling right after that?

I felt my stomach twist at the thought dad may have called to say he landed and a wave of guilt flowed though me. Putting my head down I went into the shower and tried to wash away the shame of what I had done. No, it wasn't the shame of the act that was bothering me, but the simple fact that I had enjoyed it. 

*****

I jumped at the sound of a car door in the driveway and sat up, my heart pounding. I looked out my partially open bedroom window and sighed when I saw it was Jack coming home. I had come to bed an hour ago and had been drifting in and out of a troubled sleep filled with alternating visions of fucking my mother then being confronted by my father who had found out we had. I let out a deep breath and lay back on the pillows. 

As it had since I'd come to bed the visual of mom blowing me entered my mind, followed by a montage of images from our incestuous romp. I kept hearing mom saying how much she wanted me, but told myself it was the heat and stress of the moment. However, the look on her face when we were doing it...

"Please stop it," I whispered out loud, "Just shut it down!"

I closed my eyes and tried to think about school, work, anything to keep from thinking about mom. I had just started to nod off when I heard the distinct click of my door opening. My eyes snapped open and I saw mom entering the room. She closed the door behind her and walking over to my bed, looked down at me, "Can't sleep baby?"

"No." I said.

Mom was wearing her robe from earlier and sitting on the edge of my bed, she put her hand on my chest, "Neither can I." she paused, then added, "I want to talk to you."

"Sure." I started to sit up, but mom pushed on my chest.

"Stay where you are."

Mom climbed onto the bed and grabbing the sheet, pulled it off of me, exposing the fact I was naked beneath.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, "I'm..."

"Not like I haven't seen it." She said with a smile. "And baby you have nothing to be ashamed of." To my surprise, my cock was already growing and Mom nodded approvingly.

"Hmm, that's a good sign for me."

"Mom, what are you....oh."

I gasped as she reached down and stroked my rapidly stiffening cock. 

"Mark, I...want you." She whispered. "And I have a confession to make, I...I've wanted you for awhile now."

"You...you do?" I managed as she stroked me faster.

"I do, I don't know who Glen was, but honey he was right, I've been teasing you and trying to get you to want me. I was scared when he first started tonight, but when he said you watched those movies I..." leaning down she kissed me softly, 

"I decided I would give you everything those women gave their sons in the videos and hoped you would want more." Sitting up, she released my now erect cock and untying her robe, slipped it from her shoulders, revealing those perfect tits and that amazing fiery red bush. "So baby, do you want more?"

"We...we shouldn't." I whispered as leaning over she teasingly trailed her long red hair against my chest and stomach.

"That's not the question. Should doesn't matter anymore because we already have, now it's about do you want me the way I want you?"

Her lips were now brushing my stomach and I placed my hands in her soft red hair. "Dad." I said simply.

"Will never know. We won't tell, just a little secret between a naughty mother and her equally naughty son."

Mom tossed her hair over her shoulder so I could get a clear view of her lips trialing towards my cock. "You going to be my naughty boy?"

She reached my cock and I moaned as she kissed the head before taking it into her mouth and bobbing her head slowly.

"Oh, god," I moaned, "I'll be anything you want me to be!"

"Good answer," Mom laughed as she removed me from her mouth. "But a little different this time."

Mom took me back into her mouth and with a sigh sucked me slowly, taking me about halfway each time, before working her soft lips back to the tip. I ran my hand along her back and reaching her ass, slid my hand down between her legs. My fingers found her wet pussy, then her swollen clit. As she took her time sucking me, I rubbed her clit in slow circles. 

"Hmm," Mom purred while taking me deep into her mouth.

We continued to take our time enjoying each other, then mom sat up and bracing her hands on my chest swung her leg over my hips so she was straddling me. She rocked back and forth and I groaned at the feeling of her wet pussy rubbing along my lower stomach just over my yearning cock. Mom leaned over and began to move side to side, playfully sliding her nipple across my lips. 




Forced to Take My Mother



She laughed, when reaching up, I grabbed her tits and holding them still kissed one nipple, then the other. 

"Yeah, nice and easy this time." She said, and then purred when I sucked on her left nipple.

She leaned away, taking her nipple from me, but sliding back placed her pussy against my cock. She rocked up and down, sliding my hard flesh between her wet lips. I released a frustrated whimper and with another laugh she rose up and reaching back, guided me into her. Unlike last time she lowered herself slowly, allowing us both to enjoy the sensation of every inch of my hard flesh slipping inside her.

When I was completely buried in her warm moist pussy, mom sighed and moved her hips slowly riding me. Leaning down, she slid her arms underneath mine and kissed me. Again, unlike before this kiss was soft and sweet, her lips lightly caressing mine. 

She hugged me close to her as she continued to kiss and wrapping my arms around her slender waist I pulled her even closer to me. Mom slid her lips from mine and nuzzling her face into my neck began kissing me gently just under my ear.

"Oh, that's nice" she cooed, "Out there we fucked and I loved it, but this time, nice and easy, this time we love each other."

Her words caused a lump to grow in my throat and even as I worked my cock slowly in and out of her I felt a wave of emotion come over me. Love her. That's what we were doing, we were making love. 

As if reading my thoughts, mom continued, "That's right baby, what can be wrong with this? A mother and son simply choosing to use their bodies as well as their hearts to love each other? This isn't wrong baby; it just brings us closer together."

As good as her words sounded and her body felt pressed against me, I repeated my greatest problem with this. "But dad..."

"I love him too and I can love you both." She moaned softly as she began rocking faster and coming down harder on my cock. "He travels so much now; you can take care of me in every way when he's gone." 

She playfully flicked my ear lobe with her tongue, "You going to take care of mommy, baby? You going to keep her company and show her how much you love her?"

"Yes." I told her and before I even realized I was going to do it, I wrenched my shoulder off the bed and twisted our bodies, pushing mom to the side. 

She yelped in surprise, and then moaned in delight as we rolled over and I was now on top of her, looking down at her as I pumped my cock in and out of her wonderful pussy.

"Oh, this is so nice!" she told me.

She smiled up at me and taken by how beautiful she was I lowered my lips to hers and as she had done, wrapped my arms beneath her. Mom put hers around me as well and began lightly trailing her nails across my back. She wrapped her long legs around my waist, drawing me even deeper inside her and moaned, "I love you baby."

"I love you to," I told her as I gently made love to her.

I buried my face in her neck and kissed the soft creamy flesh between her neck and shoulder. Mom was moaning softly in my ear and had begun to move her hips in perfect rhythm with mine. Although I had had sex with a few girls over the last couple of years and been soft and sweet with them, I had never made love like this before. But then again had I ever loved any of them the way I did my mother? 

Mom's moans in my ear were driving me crazy and even as slow as I was going I could feel my body beginning to tremble as it prepared to cum yet again for my mother. Sensing my body tightening, mom whispered, "That's it baby, let me have it inside this time. I want to feel my son cum deep inside me."

Her words pushed me over the edge and unable to help it I started pumping faster and within seconds I moaned loudly in her ear as my cock erupted inside her.

"Ohh, that feels good, baby!" she groaned as I continued to fill her with my hot cum. 

I moaned as she began clenching her pussy around my cock, milking every last drop deep into willing flesh. When my spent cock had no more to give, I started to push up, but hugging me tightly, mom whispered, "Stay right here, let me hold you."

I let myself relax against her and sighed contentedly as she played with my hair. I could feel my cock growing soft inside her and she purred in my ear as she held me. My head jerked and I realized I had started to doze off, while lying there, still inside her. 

Mom looked up at me and smiled, "See, a mother knows what her son needs, now how about you lie on your side and I'll curl up and spend the night with you?"

I was so tired all I could do was nod. I rolled over on my side and a moment later felt Mom press her warm body against me. I could feel her soft tits pushing into my back and she slipping her arm around my waist he pulled me further back against me. 

Kissing my back, she said softly, "Go to sleep baby, we'll figure this all out tomorrow okay?"

"Okay." I murmured already slipping off into sleep, "Love you mom."

"Love you too baby"

*****

I opened my eyes and with an effort lifted my head. Blinking to clear my vision I focused on the alarm clock and saw it was just after midnight. The last time I looked at the clock it had been just after ten thirty. I was so tired; I could barely keep my eyes opened, but wondered what had awoken me.

I heard the sound of my door click and realized mom's arm was no longer around me. I sat up to see her just leaving my room and started to speak, when I heard the sound of a car door, next to my window. I turned my head and felt my stomach lurch as I saw dad's car backed in and his broad back as he pulled the suitcases from the trunk. 

"Mom!" I called out, "Dad's home!"

"I know honey," Mom turned in the doorway to face me and help up her phone. "I had this in my robe and he called a few minutes ago, his flight was delayed then cancelled, "You must have really been asleep not to hear it ring."

"But...I mean you were just in bed with me and..."

"Easy, baby," she put her hands up, "He called first and I'm going to go meet him in the living room, why on earth would he think we were in bed together?"

"I..." I shrugged, "I'm just scared about what we did and..."

"Don't be. Mark, that's the best thing about this, who would ever think anything as going on, even dad." 

I wasn't convinced, but didn't reply. Instead I swung my legs off the bed and grabbing a pair of jeans off my end table, stood and slipped them on.

"Why don't you stay in bed, baby?" You'll see dad in the morning."

"I...I want to see him." I said as I made my way over to her.

Mom looked nervous for the first time and asked, "You going to be okay? You can't say anything about Glen or..."

"I know." I told her not wanting to admit I wanted to see dad because I was afraid she might mention Glen.

I heard the door in the living room and went to go out there, when mom stopped me. "Let me go out there first. Give me a minute before you come out so it doesn't look weird."

I nodded, but as she walked down the hall, quietly followed her staying a few feet behind her. When mom entered the living room, I stopped and hovered just past the doorway so dad couldn't see me from that side of the room.

"Hey sweetie, sorry about your trip." Mom said.

"Hey sexy!" Dad exclaimed, "Tell you what, you're damn sight finer looking than the jerks I was meeting up with!"

I heard a thump as Dad dropped his suit cases then the unmistakable sound of them kissing. I gave it a few seconds then entered the room. Dad was hugging mom tightly as they kissed and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of where my mother's mouth had been not more than an hour ago.

"Hey dad."

"Hey kid!" Dad said, pulling away from my mother, "Sorry I woke you up."

"No worries." I told him as I made my way over

Dad clapped me hard on the shoulder, but frowned as he looked at my face.

"You okay, Mark? You look kind of pale, feeling alright?"

"Well..."

"Poor baby got one of those migraines." Mom cut in, "So he went to bed early," touching my cheek, she asked, "You feel any better?"

"Yeah, a little." I went along with her.

"Shit, I feel bad you got up." Dad frowned.

"I heard a car door, and it was late, so I...uh....just wanted to make sure it was you."

"That's my boy!" Dad gave my shoulder a painful squeeze, "You really look after your mother don't you?"

I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach, but managed to come up with a weak smile, "Yup, have to be the man of the house when you're gone right?"

"Damn straight." He laughed and put his arm around mom, "You have to make sure your mom here isn't letting those good looking young guys slip in here when I'm away."

"Oh, please." Mom laughed. Then, giving me wink, said, "Don't worry, Joe, your son takes damn good care of his mommy when you're not here."

Her remark caused me to begin to blush and dad shook his head, "Wow, now you're flushed and you're sweating. Why don't you head back to bed, Mark. I'm beat and I'm heading to bed myself." He grinned at mom, "Maybe not right to sleep, but right to bed."

"Um, yeah." I said, trying to not to think about the fact my mother was going to have sex with him after what we had just done. "Good night, guys."

"Night, baby," Mom said, then laughed, "No kiss goodnight for your mother?"

With a resigned sigh, I turned around and kissed her on the cheek, as I did she whispered, "Please don't worry, he won't know."

I nodded and without realizing I was going to do it, gave her a quick hug. 

"I love how close you guys are." Dad said, making me feel even worse than I had before.

As I walked away, he reached out and giving me a playful shove said, "Get some rest, we have to do the yard tomorrow."

"Okay, night dad."

I slunk into my room and knowing I couldn't sleep, sat on my bed. I was thinking of trying to read when I heard mom and dad walk past. Wow, they weren't kidding about going right to bed. Of course that meant dad was looking to get laid and I cringed at the thought mom was going to let him.

I heard their door close and found I couldn't get my mind to stop racing, she wouldn't really would she? I frowned as it dawned on me I had to know. Getting up, I quietly opened my door and padded down the hallway. 

The bathroom light was always left on and I closed the door partway so they wouldn't be able to see my shadow beneath their door and moving as quietly as I could made my way over next to their door. 

"Can you believe it?" dad asked.

I allowed a small smile to cross my face at the thought of how thin their door was and how they had never known how many times as a kid I had eavesdropped when I thought they had a surprise for me or I was in trouble.

"Believe what, that he wanted it? You were the one who started this whole thing."

My smile disappeared at her words.

"No, I knew he wanted to, that's why I had you start playing Mrs. Robinson, what I can't believe is you were right and it had to be plan B."

"He's a good kid and it was never going to happen, even if I point blank offered." Mom laughed, "Besides even though I know it was mean, it was hot as fucking hell!"

"Yeah it was." Dad agreed, "And you were right about that being the only way it could be that nasty," he laughed again, "You were fucking hot Rachel! Damn hot!"

"So was my baby." Mom replied, "He manned up just like you knew he would."

Oh my God! I slowly sank to my knees telling myself I wasn't hearing them right or they were talking about something else.

"Hey, Rachel?" Dad began his voice softening, "Thanks for that, you don't know how long I have had that fantasy, hell I wanted my mother so bad I could taste it, but..."

"I know, I've heard about it for years." She told him, "Besides it's not like I didn't enjoy it. Tell you what Joe; I'm glad I didn't throw your ass out like I wanted to when you first started talking about this."

"That makes two of us!" he laughed again, "And it being nice and nasty was exactly what I wanted." There was a moment of silence and he asked, "So, you get what you wanted?"

"Oh, yes." Mom sighed, "Joe, he melted right into me, it was so sweet, so..." she purred, "so sexy!"

No, no, no, I kept thinking over and over again, I had to be dreaming.

"No hesitation?"

"None, and sleeping with him felt wonderful."

"So..." dad began, "Do you think maybe we'll all be able to...you know, together? The thought of you between Mark and I..."

The three of us? My mother with me and dad, together? Dad had wanted grandma? What the fuck?

"Yes." Moms answered, "But not right now; let's wait until you go away a couple of times. Give him the chance to be really comfortable with me."

"Okay." Dad sighed, "I guess I can't complain, tonight was fucking hot. Speaking of hot, why don't you take that robe off and spread those sexy legs of yours?"

"Ohh, a third load, sure you got it in you, old man?"

"You're going to have it in your mouth you keep talking like that." He told her. 

"I've had plenty in my mouth tonight." Mom laughed, "And my pussy."

"Well when have you ever gotten enough?"

"Hey, I didn't say no!" Mom laughed and I heard the bed squeak as she jumped onto it. "Come and get it baby."

"Spread your pussy." Dad told her, "Show it to me."

"Fine, but it sounded better with that stupid gizmo you were using in that mask."

"Yeah, halfway through I started wondering if the batteries were going to last, Mark used that two years ago."

I slumped against the wall and put my hand to my throbbing temple. This was some kind of sick joke it had to be.

"You want to lick my pussy, honey?" Mom said from within the room.

"Damn straight I do." I heard the bed again and a moment later, mom moaned softly, then laughed,

"Hmm, you don't mind getting your son's sloppy seconds?"

My eyes widened and as it dawned on me that there was no mistaken what had happened, I heard the sound of a slap and dad cry out, "Ow! What was that for?"

Mom laughed, "That was for coming in my face, Glen!" 

Author's Note: See? Not non consent; after all you can't rape the willing! Hope you enjoyed the story and the little twist at the end. I had written this awhile back and at the time the ending inspired my story "Sharing mom with dad". So I thought I would finally get around to cleaning this up and posting it. This is a contest entry so your votes and comments are greatly appreciated. As always, thank you for reading!Lovecraft68