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Mother's Ruin

By: J



Inspired by A Shamed Son

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What a way for a forty year old man to spend a Saturday afternoon, I thought. There I was, sitting at one end of the couch, my Mother at the opposite end, and a pile of playing cards in between us.

'Gin', she announced in a triumphant manner. Then Mother picked up the cards and began the shuffle that indicated the game was to continue. 

Saturday afternoons had been this way for about as long as I could remember. Saturday evenings weren't much better either. I'd cook dinner, which we'd eat in silence accompanied by a bottle of wine. Then it would be some TV or reading, and to bed by eleven thirty at the latest. While the world's other men of my age and younger were out having a good time, I felt locked away in here like a prisoner. I can't even remember the last time I was intimate with a woman. Well, to be honest, the even sadder thing is that I can remember it to the very day; May 5 1997. It wasn't that she was that memorable, in fact she was an ugly old whore. It's just that my experiences are so few and far between that I tend to note them down for posterity. 

You see, I am, and always have been, awkward around women. I blame Mother for that. I was twelve before I found out that my twenty seven year old sister was, in fact, my Mother. She took me in when the person who I had thought was my mother, my Grandmother, died of a heart attack. It took me a long time to get used to calling her Mother, but she insisted that I did and would beat me on those occasions when I forgot, and referred to her by name. Mother had a deep distrust of people in general, and the opposite sex in particular, which she instilled in me during those early years. Even now, whenever I talk to a woman, I find my face heating up to a bright red. So it's hardly surprising that my conquests are rare.

And so, apart from my excursions to work, Mother and I are tucked away here in our little house, ten miles from town and three from our nearest neighbour. Reclusive from the outside world and miserable in each others company. Mind you, Mother is worse than me, she won't even go past the garden gate without me to accompany her, and will not even talk to the mailman if I'm not here. But I am trapped here as much as she is. Without my salary to provide her with a place to live and food to eat, I don't know what she'd do. In fact, it was this notion of my own indispensability, and a remark I overheard by two guys at work, that first gave me the germ of the idea. 

I had been sitting at my desk in work, two weeks earlier, when I eavesdropped a conversation between two of my younger colleagues who were discussing sex. One of them said he could get his hands on some of the pills at the weekend. The other asked if they really worked as well as he had heard. The first guy said you just dropped it in the girl's drink, apparently alcohol was better but not essential, and she went out like a light. Her eyes would be open, but her mind wouldn't be able to distinguish reality from dream. You could do what the hell you liked to her, and the next day she wouldn't know whether it really happened or whether it had all been her imagination. And if she was convinced that her experiences were real, you could tell her that she had been a drunken, yet willing, participant. It was a cinch. The second guy was still not entirely sure and asked if it would work on anyone. Just don't give it to your mother was the reply, not unless you want to be called Oedipus. 

It was that off the cuff remark that kept on nagging me the rest of the day. When I got home, I looked at Mother the way a man would eye up a woman in a bar. Mother was still very attractive. She was about five four and skinny as a rake, which only served to make her boobs look full and round. Her black hair was without a trace of grey and was shoulder length. Her skin was as white and translucent as fine porcelain and did not sag anywhere that I could see. In short, she looked a lot younger than she was and eminently desirable. 

I had tried to make a pass at Mother once before, but my nerve failed me. Now, with the news of this knock out pill, and the fact that I was more desperate than the last time, I was determined to go through with it. I mean, what could she do even if she did realise what had happened? If she went to the authorities and I was put away, then the house would be repossessed, and Mother would be homeless. Neither one of us had a relative anywhere in the world, or even a friend to whom she could turn. It looked to me like it was a failsafe idea. 

The next week, I approached the guy in work and told him that I'd like to buy one of his pills. He told me that they didn't come cheap, but, if he'd known how strong my lust was, he would have realised that I'd have paid a lot more than he asked. He told me that they take about twenty seconds to dissolve completely in liquid, or they could be crushed up and sprinkled over food. Either way there was no taste, and the effects lasted for about six to eight hours. He advised that if the victim woke up and accused me of any impropriety, then I just had to stick to my story of he or she being a willing participant. I didn't care about that too much, because as I've said, Mother would have no alternative but to let her complaint drop.

So, now I sat looking at her at the opposite end of the couch, as she scrutinised her cards. Every time Mother turned to pick one up from the deck in between us, her knees would part slightly and cause the hem of her knee length skirt to ride up a little. She would normally adjust herself whenever it rode more than an inch higher than it should, but now, with the excitement of her last win, Mother's skirt was mid thigh and rising. I stared intently at her nylon covered legs, and longed to just run my hands all over them. It was not a tight skirt, and there was a tantalising gap at the side made by some loose folds that I could easily have hooked a finger into to touch her leg, had I been sitting nearer. I realised that she had been calling me to take my turn for a few seconds and came back to my senses. Mother, realising where her son's eyes were focused, looked down at the expanse of flesh below her skirt and quickly re-arranged it to its proper length. No matter, I thought, I'd be seeing a lot more of Mother tonight.

At around four thirty, I made my opening move. I wanted Mother to be dressed up for my seduction, so I suggested that we have dinner at the best restaurant in town. I knew that I'd have to beat Mother's fear of crowds, so I countered her negative remarks with the fact that the restaurant would be quiet if we got there before eight, and besides, we deserved a good night out on the town. Mother's reluctance was on the wane but she had one more card up her sleeve, and said that she couldn't possibly go as she had nothing to wear. She said all of her cocktail dresses were at least twenty years old. 

This was my chance to dress Mother how I wanted, so I took hold of her hand and pulled her up the stairs, announcing that I was sure I'd be able to find something suitable. She stood next to me as I opened the door to her wardrobe. As I racked through the clothes, I made a mental note of the things I'd like to see her in if my plans for the future came off. At last, I came to a dress that almost made me cream just looking at it. It was a black halter neck with a cheeky, low fastening back, falling tight over the hips and ending about an inch above the knee. I pulled it out on its hanger to show to Mother. She balked at the idea of wearing it, especially as she knew that it would be impossible to wear a bra with that bare back, but I told her that I would not take no for an answer and that I would go and make reservations straight away.

I shouted up to Mother that we had a table booked for eight and that if we got there for seven fifteen, we could have a couple of cocktails first. Well, I'd only be having one, not only because I was driving, but also because I didn't want to have an alcohol induced limp dick tonight of all nights.

I showered and shaved at around six thirty and by seven I was back in the living room, dressed in a tuxedo, awaiting Mother's entrance. I called up for her to get a move on and Mother shouted that she'd be right down. I checked my inside pocket to confirm that the little white pill was still there; it was. Almost immediately, I heard the distinctive click, click of stiletto heels coming down the wooden staircase. My anticipation had given me a bit of a hard on, and I positioned myself behind a chair so that Mother would not notice. As her footfalls got nearer and nearer, my mouth got drier and drier. Man, I was so excited about what I was about to do that I cursed myself for not doing it sooner. At last I heard Mother crossing the hall towards the living room. This was it, I couldn't wait to set eyes upon my prey.

Her naked left arm was the first thing I saw as she pushed the living room door further open. I tried to look at her bit by bit, the way you might eat a steak from the outside, working your way into the juicy middle, but all at once Mother was right there in front of me, parading herself to the son who was about to seduce her. I was glad that I was hiding my lower half behind a chair, because at that first sight, my dick almost burst my pants. The dress may have been twenty years old, but it still fitted Mother in all the right places. She twirled around without being asked, to reveal a completely bare back right down to her slim waist. 

Whilst Mother blushed at the wolf whistle I blew her, I took the time to eye her from head to toe. She had parted her hair to one side and it dangled teasingly over her right eye. Her face was radiant and her lips full and red. Mother's bosom heaved in the tight confines of her dress, and her legs were wrapped in barely black, sheer hose with a seam up the back, which I hoped meant that they were either stockings or hold ups. On her feet was a pair of black patent stilettos. Walking towards Mother, I didn't care now if she did see how excited she had made me. I took the mink stole that she held in her hand, and draped it around her bare white shoulders. Then, placing my hand on her naked waist, I led her out to the car. 

We arrived at the restaurant at about seven twenty. The waiter was surprised when I said that we'd take cocktails at the table rather than in the lounge bar, and even more surprised when I chose to sit next to Mother rather than opposite her. Both of these decisions were purely selfish; I wanted to be able to get a good look at Mother during dinner, and I didn't want anyone else to have that privilege. 

I ordered a couple of dry martinis and then helped remove the stole from around Mother's shoulders. Close up, I could see that she had the skin of somebody thirty years younger, and I longed to get my hands on her. I encouraged Mother to drink up and ordered her another. By the time the first course arrived, with an accompanying bottle of white wine, she had had three martinis and I could tell she was light headed already. As I kept on refilling her glass, her voice began to slur and I wondered whether I could seduce her without the pill. Then, I thought, why take the risk? I'd bought it, so I might as well use it. And if all went to plan, I'd never have to buy another.

Each time Mother leaned forward to take a bite of food or pick up her glass, the material of her dress would sag, giving me a tantalising glimpse of the curvature of the side of her left breast. It would have been so easy to just slip my hand beneath the material and cup her ripe, round melon; but there would be time aplenty for that. As the night wore on, and Mother became distinctly squiffy, I noticed that her nipples were becoming harder. Maybe the alcohol was making her randy too, I thought.

As we came to the end of the entrée, Mother was down to the last glass of wine. She had said that she didn't want any dessert, and I just wanted to get her home as quickly as I could and start fucking her. Mother agreed with my suggestion that she go to the ladies' room before we left. As I watched her teeter unsteadily on her high heels towards the lobby, I slipped the knockout pill out of my jacket. When I was sure that nobody was looking, I dropped it into her glass of wine. The little pill sank to the bottom and began to dissolve immediately. It made a few bubbles as it did so, but by the time Mother returned, there was no trace of it whatsoever.

As Mother took her seat next to me, the alcohol caused her to fall slightly into my lap. She apologised for being slightly drunk, but I used her clumsiness to put my hands on her bare shoulders to steady her. I rubbed her skin for as long as I dared, before she settled properly into her seat. I ordered Mother to drink her wine so that we could leave. I watched closely as her red lips parted to allow the intoxicating drug to enter her mouth. Mother drained half the glass in one swallow. She began talking about some TV programme that she had been watching the day before. I couldn't tell you what she was on about, because all I was concerned with was watching for the effects of the pill. Mother took another long pull on her wine, leaving just a small amount left at the bottom of the glass. I held it up to her mouth, encouraging her to finish every last drop, and then I called for the bill. As I tried to signal the waiter, all I could hear was Mother bleating on about some poor man who had lost everything in a hurricane or flood or some such disaster. Eventually, I caught the waiter's eye and indicated for him to bring me the check. As he turned away, I suddenly became aware that Mother's incessant drivel had stopped mid sentence. I turned, very slowly to face her.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Mother was still upright in her seat, but her eyes were half closed and the expression on her face was like that of a zombie. I asked her if she was OK. It was as if she didn't even hear me. She just sat, mesmerised, staring blankly through half closed lids straight ahead. It had worked, holy smoke, it had worked.

I paid the check pronto and then wrapped the stole around Mother's shoulders. I wondered if she would be able to walk. Man, I hoped I wouldn't have to carry her.

I stood up and went to her other side. I put my hands around Mother's waist and hauled her to her feet. I apologised to the waiter for how drunk she was. The look he gave me made me think that he had seen men spike a woman's drink many times before, and he knew exactly what my motives were. As I took my first step from the table, I prayed that Mother would follow. Somehow, although she looked like a coma victim, Mother managed to put one foot in front of the other and I guided her to the car park.

I leaned Mother against the car while I opened the door. I moved her towards the seat and pressed her down with my hands on top of her head. When she was seated, I took hold of her ankles and swung them into the footwell. It was time to test what I could do. All evening I had longed to know what type of hose Mother was wearing. Carefully, I placed my hands on the hem of her dress. I looked at Mother's face as I slowly pushed the dress higher up her legs. No movement. Her half open eyes just kept staring through the windscreen. I remember grinning with self satisfaction as I confidently pushed the hem further up Mother's thighs until, at last, I could see that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. I crossed her right leg over her left to give me something to feel and look at as we drove home. This was going to be a night to remember.

I caressed Mother's nylon clad thighs all the way home. She looked down as my hand touched the bare flesh at the top of her stockings, but I thought that it was probably just gravity acting on the weight of her head. After about a ten minute drive, I pulled the car up as near to the front door as possible. I helped Mother into the house as I had helped her from the restaurant; her legs still managing to move one at a time. Once inside, I turned on the lights at the foot of the stairs and leaned Mother against the wall. She looked at me through the slits of her eyes and I wondered if she was aware of what her son was doing to her. Maybe it was like one of those bad dreams when you're half awake and desperate to wake up, but the screams just don't come.

When I was sure that Mother was perfectly balanced, I let my hands wander up her milky white arms towards her shoulders. My dick was bursting through the seams of my trousers. My hands met at the back of her neck and I felt for the clasp that held her dress together. I found what I was looking for and as I began to undo it, I looked down into her eyes to see if there was any reaction. Mother's expression was still blank. I felt the button come undone and the halter straps became loose in my hands. Slowly, the black material fell away from Mother's body, and at last I found myself staring at her naked breasts.

As I said earlier, Mother was so skinny that it made her tits look so much larger. I slowly raised a hand and began to rub her left nipple gently. She offered no facial reaction whatsoever. As her teat got harder, I became more and more aroused by the thought of my omnipotent power over her. I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began to squeeze it sadistically, hoping that the pain might cause Mother to give me a sign that she was aware of what was happening. But, as I stared into her half open eyes, there was not a trace of life. 

Still holding Mother against the wall at the bottom of the staircase, I bent my head and touched her naked shoulders with my tongue. The smell and taste of her perfume was intoxicating, and it caused me to start the process of licking her skin from her neck on down. I cupped her full, ripe breasts in my hands and ran her swollen nipples between my teeth. I must have carried on biting and licking Mother for a full five minutes before I decided it was time to let her dress fall off her completely. I undid the small zipper at the side, and the dress fell to the floor. Mother stood in front of me now, wearing just her suspender belt, seamed stockings, panties, and high heels. It was only by her tummy that the first signs of slightly sagging flesh appeared. But as I caressed her waist and hips, I realised that with a little exercise, I could get even this part of her nice and firm. Mother had great legs though, and made to look even better by her high pumps. I bent down in front of her and let my hands wander over her nylon clad pins.

Soon, I could stand no more. So, lifting Mother in my arms, I carried her up the stairs, into her bedroom and lay her down on top of the bed. Two things pleasantly surprised me as I roughly pulled down Mother's panties; firstly, that her pussy was neatly trimmed so that her pubic hair formed a small 'V' shape. I had expected her to have a large, overgrown black bush. And secondly, that the moisture around her pink pussy lips indicated that I wouldn't need to use any other lubrication.

I spread Mother's legs and undressed as quickly as I could. I let my clothes fall into a heap on the floor. I didn't mind what she realised when she eventually comes to and sees her own son's tuxedo lying by her bed. She would know soon enough anyway.

As I prised my shorts over my dick, I realised that I had never before seen it so big. I walked over to the bed and climbed in between Mother's inviting legs. Her eyes were still slits as I took hold of my meat and moved it towards her cunny. As it touched her pussy lips for that first time, and I began to gently rub it up and down, feeling Mother's moistness mingling with my own juices, a voice in my head was saying, 'Go on, fuck her, fuck your Mother just like she really wants you to do'. Then, loudly answering my silent conscious with a 'Yesssssss', I mercilessly rammed my weapon deep into Mother's womb. I forced it in right up to the root and looked for any flicker or change of expression from her face; there was none. With gritted teeth, I let go of years of pent up frustration and anger, as I piston like fucked her. Mother's snatch was warm, wet and tighter than I had imagined. 


Mother's Ruin



Chapter 1

The trip had been wonderful. For her 18th birthday, Angelina's father had taken her to Paris for a few days -- including a day trip to Euro Disney. She knew it wasn't a patch on its American counterpart, but the chance to spend time with her father was what made it special.

Natalie, her mother, couldn't go because she had always refused to fly, so she wished both of them a safe journey at the airport and then drove home again.

The day that they were due to leave was welcomed by a freak snowstorm (it was March) and after a few phone calls John Duncan discovered that Charles de Gaulle Airport was closed and that there were no flights likely for the rest of the day. He rang home and told his wife that they were unlikely to be back.

"Daddy, what about Eurostar?" asked Angelina.

"I shouldn't think there was much chance of getting on one now. Everybody will be rushing to get seats," he replied. "Still, might as well ask."

As it turned out, the cheapest available seats were going to cost around £225 each. John was about to put the phone down, knowing that an extra night in the hotel was going to cost a lot less than this, when the woman on the line suddenly said, "Oh! Wait Monsieur! I have just had a cancellation show up."

The quick-witted customer service agent had reserved the tickets even before he could ask how much. At a fifth of the previous price, she knew that he would take them. The only trouble was that they had to rush to get to the Gare du Nord station in order to make check-in in time. It wasn't until they had taken their seats that John realised that he hadn't yet told his wife. As bad luck would have it, the battery on his phone died as he tried to recall the number. Angelina had left her mobile at home -- to prevent her texting her friends non-stop at exorbitant European prices.

John decided that he would make a call from St. Pancras Station when they reached London.

Two and a half hours later, John had completely forgotten about the call. The pair made their way down onto the Underground and took the Circle Line to Liverpool Street Station, where they boarded a train for Ipswich. Just over an hour later they were in a taxi headed for home.

The lights were on as the car pulled into the drive, but surprisingly his wife didn't hear them arrive. John paid the driver and, along with Angelina walked inside. They could hear music from the basement, where the home Gym had been set up and Natalie and her trainer worked out. John worked hard and had a pretty good income and so indulged his wife and daughter to make up for his absences.

Angelina opened the door and walked down the steps, closely followed by her father. The music was even louder here -- almost deafening, which explained why Natalie didn't hear her husband's yell of rage. The eighteen year old just stood with her mouth open, shocked at the scene in front of her.

Natalie was kneeling on the floor, her leotard pushed down around her waist and her sports bra cast to one side, revealing her firm breasts. Meanwhile, Maurice the Trainer -- who until now Angelina had assumed was gay -- was standing in front of her mother with his shorts and underpants around his ankles. It was only when she saw her Mother's head bobbing rhythmically that the truth dawned on the young girl. Her Mother was giving him a blowjob! Much of the scene was hidden from view by her Mother's hair that had fallen loose when her hair scrunchy had been removed.

John turned Angelina around and ordered her to go to her room. As she began to walk upstairs she saw that Maurice and her Mother had finally realised they were not alone and were desperately trying to get dressed.

Angelina waited in her room, listening at the door for any sounds of what was happening. She heard raised voices and then the front door closed with a bang. She heard her parents arguing and then there were footsteps on the stairs. Their voices were a harsh whisper as they rushed past her door to their own room. All she could hear was her Mother's voice, in between sobs, pleading with her husband. Not long after, they went back downstairs. She heard the front door closing again and then her Father's car engine fired and he drove away rapidly.

She waited a long time before she dared to venture downstairs. When she did so, she found her Mother sitting in the lounge, red-eyed from crying. When Natalie was able, she explained that John had left and didn't intend to return. Angelina was dumbstruck. Her Mother misunderstood her expression and said, "Oh, don't worry. He's promised to support us as long as you stay at home. He wants you to carry on at college and finish your course."

Angelina was still so shocked that she was unable to speak. "Oh Angel," her Mother said. "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault." She stood and moved towards her daughter, hoping to embrace her.

"No!" said Angelina. "Get away from me! How could you do that to Daddy? You're such a... a hypocrite! You've always told me that I should save myself. You said that boys were only ever after one thing. You told me that I should wait for the right man and get married first. You said that if I was faithful to him he would be faithful to me!" The last words were screamed from less than a foot away. She ran back upstairs, slammed and locked her bedroom door. She didn't cry, but lay on the bed replaying the scene from the Gym in her head.

*****

Chapter 2

For the next few days Angelina refused to even be in the same room as her Mother. She turned down the offers of meals and instead fed herself when Natalie had left the kitchen. Eventually, however, they had to come face to face.

"I need my allowance," she said curtly.

"Oh. Wait a minute, I'll just get my purse," her Mother replied.

When she returned and handed over the usual amount, Angelina looked at it at it and said, "It's not enough. I need more."

"What for?"

"I just do. You can take it out of the housekeeping. After all, you've only got two mouths to feed now." With an acid smile, she added, "Since you opened yours for Maurice's dick."

"Angel! That's not fair! I couldn't help it. I'd never, ever done anything like that before."

"Oh, please. Don't make yourself even more of a hypocrite than you already are."

"But it's true, I swear." Her Mother's voice was almost pleading to be believed.

"Just give me the money. I don't want to hear this any more."

Natalie relented and opened her purse. When she passed another ten pounds across, Angelina stood with her hand out waiting for more. Another note was placed on top of the first. "That's all I've got left," she said.

"I guess it will just have to do then." Angelina turned and strode out of the door, almost slamming it behind her. She didn't even bother to say thank you.

*****

"What? You must be joking! I can't afford that!" said Jack.

"You don't have to. I'll pay," Angelina replied.

"What with? Did you win the Lottery or something?"

"I got a raise in my allowance."

"Enough to pay for a meal for two at Zizzi's?"

"I think so."

Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise and then said, "Cool. Let's go eat then."

It hadn't been Angelina's intention to blow all of her pocket money in one go. But she was getting scared of losing her boyfriend Jack. He wanted sex, but she still wasn't ready yet. She hoped that she could persuade him to stick with her by lavishing cash on him.

Of course, the plan wasn't quite as sound as it had seemed to her when she thought of it. For a start, she hadn't factored in the wine that they drank with the meal. Jack had enough to cover it, but wasn't entirely pleased at having to pay -- even though Angelina had only had one glass and he had consumed the rest.

During the walk home, the alcohol began to take effect on Jack's libido. At first it was just and arm around her waist, but then a hand wandered down onto her ass. Angelina moved his hand back up, but a few minutes later, as they entered a secluded alley way it returned. She turned to face him.

"Jack, stop it!" she told him.

His other hand also slid around her until he was squeezing both cheeks. He pulled her into him and she could feel the hardness of his cock pressing against her stomach.

"Jack!" she whined. "Stop it now, or I'll scream."

He pressed his mouth to hers and forced his tongue between her lips. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy kissing him, but he was becoming more and more insistent. His right hand left her bottom and moved up to her breast. The sudden movement caught her by surprise and before she could stop him his hand was crushing the soft flesh through her blouse and bra. It was almost too painful, but even so, she felt a vague pleasure at his touch. This soon ended when his other hand slipped down to her thigh and began to pull her skirt up.

She pushed him away. "No, Jack! I said no!"

"Oh come on Angel! You don't understand what its like for a man. You get a bloke all fired up and then act surprised when he wants you."

Angelina was scared, but excited too. She still didn't want to have sex with Jack, but she was pleased that he desired her body so much. What she had to do now was think fast; if she wanted to keep Jack she had to give him something to satisfy him.

The idea that suddenly occurred to her had the quality of an epiphany; she could keep Jack and gain some revenge on her mother for causing her father to go away.

"Alright Jack, take me home and we can... discuss this."

*****

Chapter 3

When Angelina and Jack walked into the living room, Natalie was sitting reading a book. She looked up with a vacant expression on her face at first, but then when she saw her daughter's boyfriend she smiled, closed the book and stood up.

"We need to talk to you Mummy," said Angelina.

Natalie's heart leapt into her mouth. Was her daughter pregnant? Maybe they wanted to get married? She sat back down and waited as they moved to the sofa opposite. Jack looked a little bemused, but Angelina looked almost... what? Expectant?

"We have a problem that you can help with."

"Of course, Darling. Anything."

The look that Angelina now displayed was one of triumph. She spoke very quietly, but with a firm voice, "Jack is getting very frustrated. I've told him that I'm saving myself, but that doesn't make it any easier for him. He needs some form of release."

"Angel, I'm surprised that you don't know that there's a way that men can - how shall I put it? - relieve their frustration."

"Of course he can wank." Natalie was shocked at the coarse language her daughter was using. "But he needs something more."

"You'll just have to tell him no. And if he doesn't like it..."

"No Mother."

She paused for a moment, "What? I don't understand."

"You can help him." Natalie's throat went dry. What was her daughter suggesting?

"I saw your demonstration on Maurice. You're obviously very good at giving head, so you can blow Jack."

It was like a slap in the face. Natalie was momentarily struck dumb, but when she began to protest, Angelina cut across her and said, "Either you do it, or I go upstairs and start packing. And, of course, you know what that means? No more money from Daddy. He'll divorce you and you won't get a penny."

The effective slap in the face had now turned into a punch in the gut.

Throughout the exchange Jack had sat open-mouthed, hardly believing what he was hearing. Angelina turned to him and said, "Stand up Jack."

He rose slowly, unsure of himself.

"Go on then Mother; show us what you can do."

Natalie was in a state of shock. She was being blackmailed by her own daughter. Surely she couldn't get away with this? But, then again, who was to stop her? If Angel left, she would be left destitute. She was almost incapable of earning a living for herself. Even before she married John she never really worked, and afterwards there was never a question of it -- especially after she fell pregnant with Angelina.

Almost in a dream she rose to her feet, hoping that she was merely calling Angelina's bluff. But when her daughter moved to sit on the arm of the sofa, to enable her to get a better view, it became apparent that she wasn't bluffing at all. Natalie walked three paces until she was standing directly in front of Jack, whose face was colouring slightly. She could sense his breathing was becoming faster and deeper in anticipation.

She lifted her skirt slightly and knelt down in front of Jack. She paused for a moment, as if deciding whether or not to go on, but then sighed and moved her hands up to his belt. Slowly, she unbuckled it and pulled it out from the hoops around the top of his jeans. Already, from where she sat, Angelina could see the enormous bulge in the front of his trousers.

Natalie struggled a little with the button at the top of Jack's flies, but eventually managed to pop it through the stiff material. Almost languorously, she pulled the zip down. The denim was so stretched, that it was trying to unfastened itself. She tucked her thumbs into the waistband at the side and eased the garment down his legs, all the way to his ankles where she left them bunched. When she looked back at the front of his boxer shorts, she gasped at the how his erection was tenting them.

Her own breathing had become laboured by now, but not enough to hear that of her daughter's sitting only a few feet away. She stole a glance in Angelina's direction and saw that her daughter's eyes were looking in greedy anticipation of the unveiling of Jack's cock. Natalie ran her tongue across her red lips and took a deep breath. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and -- this time -- pulled the boxers rapidly down. The penis, at first caught in the material, suddenly became released and flicked up to slap against Jack's flat, muscular stomach. A drop of pre-cum flew off and landed on the side of her face. Her hand automatically went to the wetness on her cheek. Looking at the milky fluid on her fingers, she brought them to her mouth and tentatively touched the digits with the tip of her tongue.

Contrary to what Angelina thought, Natalie had very rarely done this before. She wasn't going to explain that one single lapse with her personal trainer. Even then, because of the interruption they had not finished.

The taste was slightly salty and the texture just a touch sticky. It wasn't that unpleasant, in actual fact. Now she turned her attention to the penis itself. It was smooth and faintly veined. The head was a kind of purple colour and had an almost satin sheen to it. She kissed the tip and it jerked involuntarily. Natalie bent her head down and kissed his testicles, they too jumped at her touch.

Her tongue snaked out from between her lips and made contact with the base of the shaft. As she ran it up the length, she had to put her hand up to prevent the cock from jerking away from her mouth.

She reached the knob and licked her lips again before beginning to run her tongue around it. Her mouth opened wide and the head began to disappear. Amazingly she was able to get almost half of Jack's dick inside before it hit the back of her throat. She pulled almost all the way off before sucking it back in again. She used her tongue to swirl around the tip each time she withdrew, sending the young man wild. His hips were beginning to buck and she had to hold her fist around the base to prevent it from entering too far -- especially when his hands went to the back of her head and began to pull her to him.

By now, Angelina herself was incredibly turned on. She could feel the wetness seeping into the crotch of her panties. She so wanted to pull her skirt up and her knickers down, but instead she allowed her middle finger to slip under the waistband of her skirt. As Jack and Natalie became more involved, she leaned forward slightly, allowing the digit to reach further, finally managing to make contact with the hard little nub of flesh surrounded by the upper folds. It was almost as if a jolt of electricity had powered through her. She let out a yelp, but the other two did not notice. She held her breath and orgasmed as her boyfriend ejaculated into her mother's mouth. She saw a dribble run down her chin, but it was a mere drop compared to the torrent that she was forced to swallow.

When Jack released Natalie's head, she stood up quickly, wiped her mouth and walked from the room. Angelina heard her going upstairs as she watched her boyfriend begin to dress himself. When he sat down again she said, "Well, feel better now?"

Jack's head slowly shook from side to side. "I never, ever... ever...," he said.

*****

Chapter 4

Natalie locked her bedroom door and stood with her back to it. She had to get away from Jack and Angelina as quickly as possible not because she was embarrassed or ashamed, but because she felt about to lose all control. It was true; she really had very little experience of fellatio and the only times her husband had asked her to do it; she had removed her mouth long before his climax.

Right now she seemed unable to get the image of Jack's dick out of her mind, or the memory of his taste. Her knees were trembling and it was only her hand gripping the door handle that was keeping her body upright. She had the urge to lift the skirt of her dress, but closed her eyes and tried to resist. Eventually, when she could no longer think straight, she moved her hand to the back of her neck and began to unzip her dress. She shrugged the garment from her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor. 

Looking down, Natalie observed her white panties beneath the dull fabric of her tights. She kicked off her shoes and then pushed the nylon down to her ankles, where she used her toes to unhook them over her heels and off of her feet. Finally free, she felt the sexy, cooling effect on her legs. She looked down once again at her underwear; now, without the obstruction she could see the wetness that had left a large darkened patch, which appeared almost to be spreading as she watched.

Natalie stumbled across to the bed, her pussy feeling as though it was squelching with each step. She fell forwards onto the duvet cover and simply lay there, as her right hand pushed down inside her panties. She had never in her entire life experienced this amount of lubrication. She had always enjoyed sex with her husband and, occasionally had climaxed with him, but it usually took a couple of minutes before his dick would be able to slide in and out easily. She avoided ever touching herself and had very rarely done so for sexual reasons -- and never had she orgasmed in this way.

Her left hand had moved up to her breasts and was clutching at them. The nipples were hard and highly sensitive as she brushed her fingers across them. Her other hand was slipping around her genitals, fully three fingers entering the hot wetness at times. The palm of her hand was pressing hard against the remainder of her pubic region, crushing her erect clitoris. Her body began to shudder and she bit her lip to prevent a scream from escaping her lips. She rubbed harder and faster, knowing what was about to happen and welcoming the release it would bring. Natalie buried her face in the bedcovers muffling her yells as her hips bucked in the final throws of ecstasy.

She collapsed back down on the bed and lay recovering. After a few minutes she dropped off into an exhausted sleep.

*****

Chapter 5

It was the next weekend before Angelina and Jack could meet up again -- he couldn't get back from college during the week. By that time, her boyfriend had finally convinced himself that what had happened wasn't a dream. He wondered if Angel had somehow planned it with her mother, but upon reflection decided that Natalie was just as surprised as he was. He still didn't understand why she would do precisely what her daughter told her -- and with seemingly little objection.




Mother's Ruin



Another thought occurred to him; would Natalie do it again? Wow, now there was an idea!

It was Saturday and Jack had arranged to meet Angel at her house for dinner. He arrived at around six pm, by which time his libido was as high as a kite. When they kissed, he didn't want to let her go -- and his hands were already beginning to wander.

"Jack! Calm down! Anyone would think that we haven't seen each other for six months instead of six days!"

She took him by the hand and walked him into the lounge; where they sat down to wait for Natalie to call them into the dining room for their meal. Angelina had to struggle to keep Jack under control and breathed a sigh of relief when she heard her mother call, "Dinner's ready you two."

At first, both Jack and Natalie were a little awkward with each other, following the previous weekend's activities. However, as both of them acted as if nothing had happened, they began to relax. The Merlot that they were drinking with their roast beef helped the process.

It was actually a very pleasant meal -- Angel even acted pleasantly to her mother. Natalie excelled at entertaining and few of her guests had ever had reason to complain -- other than to say that perhaps the helpings were just a little bit on the large size. As a result, when the table had been cleared and the dishes placed in the washer, they all retired to the lounge to continue chatting. As nobody was intending driving, it seemed only natural to offer a brandy or whisky to Jack. He accepted the brandy readily -- although he had never actually tried it before. As with the food, the measure was liberal.

Angelina and Jack were sitting on the sofa opposite Natalie. The alcohol was making him feel even more randy -- if such as thing were possible. He found himself looking at the older woman in an entirely different way; rather than just a blouse, skirt and a face, he now saw an attractive woman in her forties, dressed smartly in a skirt that had risen a little when she sat down and revealed long elegant legs. He hadn't noticed before, but her breasts were quite full within the lacy bra that he could see beneath the blouse. He wanted to place his hands on them, but knew he couldn't. Instead, he put his right arm around his girlfriend's shoulders and kissed her gently on the cheek. Looking down, he could see the valley between her breasts inside the tight fitting v-necked top she was wearing. He leaned around and began to kiss her mouth.

Natalie paused momentarily in mid-sentence, aware that the two youngsters were no longer listening. She rose, about to make a diplomatic withdrawal when she saw Jack's left hand wander up to Angel's breast and begin to squeeze it. Her daughter looked as though she was struggling against him and she said, "Jack! How dare you! Take your hands off of my daughter at once!"

Jack came to his senses immediately.

But Angelina didn't. She had felt Jack's passion and her own memories of the week before came flooding back. She recalled how she despised her mother for what she had done and the demon of revenge entered her once again.

"Mother, come and sit beside me."

Natalie had been outraged and was about to throw Jack out of the house, but the look on her daughter's face stopped her dead in her tracks. Angel nodded at the cushion beside her, making it clear that she did not expect any argument.

The woman sat down. "No; closer Mother. I want your hip touching mine."

Natalie moved across. The three were now sitting on only two cushions on the sofa. Angelina turned to Jack, pulled his arm around her shoulders again and said, "Now, when you kiss me, if you feel yourself getting carried away, move your hand across to my Mother instead."

Jack needed no more encouragement than that. He leant across to kiss Angel again and within seconds had slid his hand from her waist onto Natalie's stomach. He felt the muscles beneath the blouse jump at his touch and then flutter as he moved higher. He reached the underside of the nearest breast and felt the weight of it in the palm of his hand. He cupped it and ran his thumb across the hardened nipple. He groaned into Angelina's mouth as he continued to kiss her.

Natalie knew she had to put up with Jack's actions, both to protect her daughter's chastity and to maintain her home and income.

Jack's hand moved across to the other breast, but as it did so his fingers unwittingly slipped inside the blouse. The buttons popped undone and he found he had a handful of flesh and lace. He almost moved his lips away from Angel to look, but she was now so involved that her hands were in his hair, pressing his face into her own.

The fingers slipped down inside the cup and made contact with Natalie's nipple. She managed not to gasp, but took a deep breath instead. Despite her wishes to the contrary, her body was beginning to respond to Jack's inexpert fumbling. When she looked down at his crotch she could see that he was physically as well as mentally aroused. His dick was pressing into Angel and he was rocking his hips against her. With dread, she knew that she was probably going to have to 'look after' him again.

She was quite surprised when the hand left her blouse. At first she assumed that it was going to move back to the other one, but then she felt it sliding down to her waist -- and beyond. It moved smoothly down onto her left thigh and then kept going until it reached her knee, where it paused before travelling back up under her skirt. She kept her legs together to prevent him reaching her crotch, but when Jack got to the top of her leg he broke off his kiss with Angel.

Natalie's daughter looked across and immediately took in the situation; Her Mother's skirt was caught up on Jack's wrist and he was clearly trying to get his hand between her legs. She could tell just how turned-on he was by the way he was pressing his manhood into her own thigh.

"You'd better open your legs for him Mother -- nice and wide." She went back to kissing Jack as Natalie tentatively parted her thighs. The hand immediately invaded that sensitive area and, even though she was wearing cotton panties and nylon tights, she could feel the heat of his hand through them. His fingers tried to push into her through the layers, eliciting an audible gasp.

Both Angel and Jack broke off their kissing and looked at Natalie. She was sitting with her head back and her mouth wide open. Her eyes shone with the tears of frustration and shame.

Jack pushed his hand up under the waistband of Natalie's skirt and began to try to drag the tights down. He was still only using one hand, which was hampering him.

"You slut!" shouted Angel. "You whore! You'd better take care of him before he rips your panties off and fucks you!"

Desperately, Natalie reached across her daughter and grabbed at Jack's trousers. He wasn't wearing a belt this time, which meant she was able to rip them open rapidly. Her mouth descended upon him and she took as much of his cock in as she could. The sensation stopped the young man's attempt to undress the woman bobbing her head in his lap. He hadn't realised, but his fingers had pulled the tights and pants down far enough for his fingers to be nestled in her pubic hair.

Natalie herself was fully aware of where Jack's hand was and secretly wished that it would continue down to her pussy. Her legs were still spread in anticipation of this and when his hand pulled away to take hold of her head, she couldn't prevent herself from shoving her own hand down there.

Angel watched in amazement; her mother was leaning right across her with her mouth on Jack's cock. Her boyfriend was half turned towards the two women and as a result the cock-sucking was taking place only inches from her own fully-clothed pussy. Indeed, when Natalie made particularly deep lunges her chin poked her in the region of her clitoris. It took quite a few seconds to realise that her mother's hand was inside her knickers and that she was rubbing her own cunt. She could smell the woman's arousal and realised that her own sexual feelings were accelerating.

Suddenly, Natalie was choking on the copious amount of semen that Jack was jetting into her mouth. Dribbles of it ran from the side of her lips and down her chin, dripping into pools on the front of Angelina's jeans.

After a while, Jack rolled away, exhausted. Natalie too rolled away, still with her hand between her legs. Her knees were twitching and her breathing was very heavy. Instinctively, Angel knew what was happening to her mother.

"Do it," she said. "Go on you slut. Do it to yourself. Wank!"

Natalie sobbed, but her hand took on a life of its own and began a frantic frigging. It took no more than sixty seconds before she arched her back, spread her legs even wider a yelled.

*****

Angelina wasn't about to let her mother run away from her this time. She told her to tidy herself up and stay put. When Jack was finally recovered he said that he had better be going and she showed him to the door.

When she returned, she stood looking at her Mother with contempt. "So," she said. "You've proved that a woman can get to be as horny as a man. Something that you've always led me to believe wasn't possible. Tell me something; when I see Jack get like that. When I see you get like that. How do you think I get?"

Natalie simply stared at her daughter.

"What am I supposed to do? You've told me that I'm not supposed to touch myself; that I'm supposed to keep myself pure. But I need something now!"

"But darling, you can be strong. You don't need to give in to it. I've been weak, but you can do it."

"No. I need release. But you tell me that Jack can't touch me. And you say that I can't touch myself, can I? So what am I supposed to do huh?"

Just then, she looked down at her jeans and saw the wet patches from Jack's semen. Without thinking, she unfastened them and pulled them off, throwing them to one side. What she had intended by this action was merely a show of frustration, but the moment the garment came off she could smell her own pussy juices. She had no idea that they could be so strong. Her light blue panties were now mostly dark blue from the moisture. Shocked, she ripped them down and threw them at her Mother.

Natalie was frozen in place. She too could sense the unmistakeable aroma. Angelina closed the distance to where her Mother was sitting and stood in front of her. She was furious, but was frustrated as she felt so impotent to actually do anything.

"You see what you've done to me? Can you? Here, take a closer look."

Without thinking, Angelina pulled her Mother's face towards her pubic region so she could see for herself. That was the intention; but as soon as the face touched her puffy and over-sensitised labia, she couldn't let go of her. She rubbed Natalie's nose, lips and cheeks across the slick, hot flesh.

Angelina was past any point of reason, her orgasm was building and she was almost unaware of what she was using to achieve it. Finally, it burst forth and she collapsed to the floor pulling her Natalie with her. When her head was released, her mother rose unsteadily to her feet, an appalled look upon her face and fled from the room. Her daughter fell asleep where she lay.

*****

Chapter 6

Natalie was terrified of her daughter by now. How would she degrade her next? It was bad enough that she was being forced to do things with Jack, but when Angel used her face to masturbate with, she felt nothing but shame. She felt physically sick when she recalled that in the height of her own passion she had actually extended her tongue and tasted her daughter.

Fortunately, Angelina and Jack were not expected to be at home together for some weeks, but she dreaded the prospect of Jack's next visit.

It was another three weeks later; Natalie knew that her daughter was going to the cinema with Jack, but she was hoping that she wouldn't invite him in when they returned home. Her hopes were dashed when she heard them giggling as the front door closed behind them. Too late she realised that she should have hidden in her room before they arrived.

"Hello Mummy. Would you like to get us all a drink? Perhaps we could share a bottle of wine?"

"Are you sure? The two of you already seem to be a little worse for wear. Perhaps a coffee would be better?"

"No, Mother. I said wine; one of those nice red ones that Daddy collected."

"Oh Angel, Why are you doing this?"

Angelina glared at her mother and said, "You know why."

Natalie shook her head and sighed. "Very well, if you must, then I suppose I can't really stop you. But I'm going to bed."

"No you're not. You are going to have a drink with us."

She turned to go and retrieve a bottle. She knew that it was going to be consumed before it had had enough time to breathe and her hostess skills made her feel bad about that. But that was the least of her problems.

"Wait!" ordered Angelina. "You don't seem to be showing as much enthusiasm as I think you should. Perhaps I can help you get more into the spirit of the... party."

Natalie turned back to face her daughter, whose visage one of sheer devilment. Angelina laughed at the concerned frown that she saw.

"Take your clothes off. Take them all off, but do it slowly so Jack can enjoy watching you." She sat down next to him and watched as her mother began to unbutton her blouse.

Jack leaned across and whispered something in Angelina's ear. She looked at him and then asked a hushed question. Once he had answered she turned back to Natalie.

"Jack doesn't like you wearing tights. Take them off first -- and don't ever wear them again." Her boyfriend whispered again. "He does like stockings, however. So you can wear them instead."

The woman heard the words cutting through her dreamlike state as she reached up under her skirt and tugged the nylon down, slipping her shoes off in order to finally remove the scrunched up leggings. She stood back up and continued unfastening the blouse. She could feel tears prickling her eyes, but she was determined not to cry and give her daughter that satisfaction.

The blouse fell to the floor and with a swift motion the skirt followed. She stood upright, proud and defiant. Unfortunately, Jack only saw a beautiful, shapely woman wearing a matching bra and panties in fine lace; so fine that her nipples and pubic hair were visible beneath the delicate patterns.

Natalie reached behind and unhooked the brassiere. She was pointedly not taking her time, as she had been told by Angelina, and just dropped it to the ground. Almost before it had landed she had hooked her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties and was pushing them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and immediately turned and walked out of the room, unaware of how Jack was admiring the hypnotic sway of her ass as she moved.

Angel had never seen her mother naked, but was very impressed by how her body looked. A pang of jealousy made her hope she could look that good in twenty years time.

The bottle was already opened as Natalie walked back into the room carrying the wine in one hand and three glasses in the other.

"Let's forget the glasses and just drink it straight out of the bottle," said Angelina. This was more shocking to Natalie than the idea of walking around naked in front of her daughter (and Jack). "Go on, knock some back."

Natalie raised the bottle to her lips and took a sip.

"Not like that. Tip it up and take three or four good swigs."

She tipped the bottle up and poured the wine into her mouth, swallowing four times. It was a fine wine and slipped down smoothly. She dabbed at the corner of her mouth as she handed the bottle to Jack, who took a small amount and then passed it to Angel. She hardly pressed it to her lips before handing it back to Natalie.

"Go on, have some more. It will loosen you up a bit."

Almost half the bottle had been emptied after this second stint. Natalie knew what was likely to happen this evening and was hoping that she could numb her mind and body with the alcohol. By the time the bottle had been emptied, the wine seemed to be having an effect -- but not necessarily the desired one. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but right now she wanted Jack to be naked too -- and lying between her legs. Before Angelina could give her any orders, she walked across and knelt astride Jack. She pulled his head into her breasts and he gratefully began to nuzzle the soft flesh and suck on her nipples.

Angelina was taken by surprise, both by her own loss of control over her mother and her apparent wanton behaviour.

Natalie pushed back from Jack and began to tug his t-shirt over his head.

"Jack! What are you doing?" hissed Angelina.

"Come on Angel. She wants it! Why don't you get naked too and join in?"

What Angelina was watching was like a porn movie; her mother quickly pulled Jack's jeans and boxers off before dropping her mouth down on to him. No sooner had he reached a full erection, than she sat astride and lowered herself down onto his shaft. She was already wet with anticipation and he slid straight in. Natalie didn't hesitate, but immediately began to plunge up and down on his prick, searching for release.

Jack's hips thrust upwards to meet Natalie's downward movements. He wasn't a virgin, but he had never experienced sex like this before.

Angel had to move from the sofa. They were copulating like beasts and there was a serious danger of them wrecking the seat. She too was feeling aroused, but everybody was ignoring her. She tried to pull her mother off of Jack and to tell him to stop, but they completely ignored her and continued with their rutting.

Natalie was impressed that Jack had lasted as long as he had, but could feel his cock swelling within her vagina and she knew that he was close. She slammed down harder and even faster hoping to reach her own climax. The warmth flooded into her and began to dribble out from around the shaft of the young man's dick. Still she kept going and even though he was now less than fully hard, she used him until she felt her own orgasm coursing through her own body.

*****

Angelina was furious. This wasn't how it was supposed to be! Her plan was to gain revenge upon her mother and make her feel disgusted with herself. At the same time she was giving Jack what he wanted, but now he seemed to have lost all interest in her. When they had been out earlier he had seemed almost reluctant to kiss and didn't make a single move on her.

She ordered her mother to bed and sat down beside Jack. She had to do something to get his interest back. Reaching across, she took hold of his now flaccid dick and began to rub it. Although he was exhausted, the blood began to flow once more and the cock jerked back into life. He had often asked her to wank him in the past but she had always refused. She figured that she wasn't going to have any choice now and resigned herself to it.

"Suck it for me!" he gasped.

Angel froze. She hadn't expected this, but Jack already had his hand at the back of her head and had grabbed her hair. He pushed her face down towards his throbbing penis.

Angelina had seen her mother do this to Jack, but she wasn't sure that she would be able to fit it in her mouth. Worse still, as she neared it her nose wrinkled as she caught the combined scents of Natalie's arousal and her mother's and Jack's come. There were dribbles of the white fluid still tangled in his pubic hair. She felt sick, but had no time to think or do anything as the engorged head was pressed against her lips. She closed her eyes and parted them a little. She almost choked as the rod rammed its way to the back of her throat. She gagged, but her boyfriend withdrew far enough to relieve her initial discomfort. The taste and smell were overwhelming.




Mother's Ruin



Having already orgasmed, Jack was set to last for quite some time. He was forcing her head up and down his shaft. It was torture for her, but she had to endure it if she wanted to keep him.

After a while he growled, "You'd better start making a good job of it, or before long I'm going to start ripping your clothes off and then I'm going to fuck you!"

He let go of her head and slipped a hand down onto her ass, where he squeezed and kneaded a cheek. When he tried to push his hand down inside the waistband of her jeans she realised that she would have to work quickly, or she was likely to lose her virginity. She pumped with her right hand while swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, occasionally slipping it in as far as possible.

His hand was now inside her panties and was pinching her cheeks. Although what he was doing was against her wishes, she had to admit to it was creating a pleasant sensation within her. Her jeans were not particularly tight, allowing his hand an element of freedom and he pushed further round towards her pussy. She straightened her legs to prevent him gaining access and re-doubled her efforts with her mouth, but his fingers slipped between her cheeks and found an alternative hole.

The puckered star felt incredibly sensitive and it almost made her relax her legs allowing him to reach her pussy, but instead he concentrated on her anus, probing a finger inside. Jack's other hand suddenly grabbed her head again and his hips pushed up towards her mouth. His semen flooded across her tongue. She didn't like it and tried to open her mouth to let it out. Her asshole relaxed as she struggled to deal with his sperm and he plunged the full length of his digit into her.

When Jack finally let go of her head, his finger was still buried deep within Angelina. She was trying to pull his hand out from the back of her jeans, but he kept it there and with a grin began to saw it in and out slowly.

"You like that, don't you? I bet you'd like that to be my cock instead of my finger wouldn't you?"

Angelina couldn't possibly admit it, and was disgusted by the thought, but the invasion of her anus was starting to feel pleasant.

The clock struck just then and both of them realised just how late it was.

"Shit, I've got to be up early in the morning. I'm going to have to leave." He smiled again, "We can catch up on this another time."

*****

After Angelina had shown Jack out of the door, her anger at her mother flared again. Her thinking was completely irrational; if Natalie hadn't got Jack so worked up he wouldn't have needed her to suck on him. Irrationally, she wondered if she was trying to tempt Jack away from her.

She burst into her mother's room, only to find her lying on the bed, legs spread wide, fingering herself.

"You filthy slut!" she roared. "What the hell do you think you're playing at? He was supposed to fuck you when he got the urge -- not the other way around!"

Natalie sat up and raised her knees to cover her nakedness.

"He made me give him a blowjob!"

The woman thought that she should have felt outraged by Jack's actions towards her daughter, but instead felt a satisfaction that Angel had suffered from the backfire of her own plan. Her daughter was astounded by her mother's lack of reaction.

"He shoved a finger up my ass!" she yelled.

Natalie imagined it was her ass instead. She couldn't help it. Something had snapped inside of her and her libido was on some kind of rollercoaster ride. Right now she felt as though she needed some more relief and wished her daughter would leave so she could get on with it.

Angelina let her anger show; "You just wait!" she said. "You'll pay dearly for this."

She slammed the door on her way out. Natalie wasn't interested just then; she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs once more and began to tease her clitoris. With her eyes closed she could imagine Jack's hands on her and fantasise about him doing whatever he liked with her.

*****

Chapter 7

Jack couldn't believe his luck. For ages he had been trying to persuade Angel to agree to anything; even a hand job would have been a start. But now she had given him a blowjob -- and a damned good one at that. And that was after her mother had fucked him. He couldn't wait for his next visit to the house. His mind began to teem with fantasies about both women. He wanted to take Angelina's virginity, but he wanted Natalie to be there, watching, naked, joining in.

When his mind wandered during the day to the mature woman, he pictured her on her hands and knees, ass raised in the air, playing with herself while he began to force his cock into her anus.

It was three more weeks before he could get away from his studies and arrange to meet with Angelina. She told him that her mother was taking her to the town centre to buy her some clothes. They met at lunchtime in a small restaurant. It wasn't very busy and having arrived first, Jack had nabbed a table in a quiet corner near the back. He'd been horny all morning thinking about Angel and Natalie, but now his cock was threatening to split his flies apart.

Natalie led the way in, perhaps a little too eagerly. She was wearing a flowing skirt and the swing of her hips seemed to make it display her curves as she walked. She wore a simple white silk blouse with a black leather handbag over her shoulder, which matched her high-heeled shoes. She looked simply fabulous to Jack.

Angelina, on the other hand, was wearing jeans and t-shirt, with a pair of worn-out trainers. But in both hands she was carrying a number of shopping bags. The women sat either side of Jack at the table, but the bags were dumped on the fourth seat.

"So, have you bought anything nice?" he asked conversationally.

"A dress, two skirts, three blouses, a jacket, two pairs of shoes... Oh, and some nice underwear."

"But you chose to come to lunch with us dressed like that?"

Angel wasn't sure what to say. She looked at her mother, but Natalie simply smirked as if to say that she agreed with Jack.

A waiter came to take their order and then left them alone again.

"Take the dress, go to the toilets and change into it," Jack ordered.

Angelina went to pick up the bags, but her Mother pulled out the one with the dress in it and shoved it into her hands.

"There you are sweetie," she said.

The young woman walked away towards the Ladies room. The reason she had intended taking all of the bags was because beneath the t-shirt and jeans she was naked. The dress was short, thin strapped and made of an expensively flimsy material. When she returned, it clung to the contours of her body, if not exactly revealing anything then also not precisely hiding anything either. Her nipples showed and, if an observer looked further down, there was a ruffled effect to the surface where it pressed against her pubic hair.

The young man felt like he was going to explode. He had never seen his girlfriend looking so sexy.

Angel sat back down, just as the waiter returned with their starter course. She was very careful as she lowered herself down, ensuring that the hem of the dress remained as far down her thighs as possible -- which wasn't very far at all. Her legs were clamped together and she quickly pulled the serviette down to cover the expanse of flesh that was visible.

Jack tore his eyes away from Angelina in order to eat, but he didn't feel particularly hungry just now. He turned to look at Natalie who was sensuously slipping an asparagus tip between her deep red lips. It reminded him of how she used her mouth on him. She didn't look at him, but he could tell that she knew he was watching; her breathing became more rapid and her breasts rose and fell in time with it.

He looked down and saw that she hadn't bothered with the napkin. The hem of the skirt lay just on her knees, but they were slightly parted. He couldn't resist the temptation and slipped his hand onto her leg, pushing the material out of the way as his hand ventured further. Natalie didn't say a word, but kept eating. Although, as Jack became bolder, she parted her legs a little more and let out a little gasp as the fingers reached her panties. He could feel that she was already moist through the lacy material.

"Mm," he murmured. "They feel nice." His voice became a little hoarse, "I want to see them, right now."

Natalie stopped eating and wiped her fingers on the napkin. Her breathing was ragged as she reached down and took hold of her skirt. She looked around to ensure that nobody else was observing and then started to draw the hem upwards. As the panties came into view Jack licked his lips and said, "No. Not like that. I want you to give them to me so that I can look at them properly."

The woman understood what he wanted her to do. She quickly raised her bum from the seat and slipped her hands under her skirt. She tugged her knickers down and had them almost at her knees, when the waiter suddenly returned. She quickly pushed her skirt down to cover the panties.

"Have you finished your starters Sir, Ladies?"

Her face flushed, Natalie said she had, as did the others. As soon as the waiter had gone Jack flipped her skirt back up, indicating that he wanted her to continue. She bent to push them down to her ankles, but got them tangled on her shoes. Jack slid his hand straight up between her legs as she struggled. She sat bolt upright as his hand landed on her pussy. Buy now she was very well lubricated and he shoved two fingers deep inside of her. He moved his digits in and out slowly, giving her intensive pleasure. She came very quickly, much to Jack's surprise -- and to Angel's disgust (she was furious at being ignored).

Once she had recovered, Natalie managed to remove her panties and handed them to Jack. He held them to his face and sniffed at the scent they held. He turned to Angelina and said, "Put them in your handbag and keep them safe for me."

They were interrupted once more as the waiter came with their main course. All three ate in silence, wondering what was going to happen next. It seemed that Jack was in control, but he wasn't sure what he wanted to do, or who to. He smiled at Angelina and said, "Get my cock out and start rubbing it."

Angel put down her knife and fork and reached across to him. She struggled with the zip, but using both hands managed to get it all of the way down. She reached inside and found the opening to his boxer shorts -- or rather she found his penis standing proudly erect through the gap. She took hold of it and started to rub gently.

Natalie finished eating and watched as Angelina wanked Jack. He seemed to be getting close; then he looked at her and said in a strangled voice, "Suck me. I'm coming. I'm coming right now!"

No sooner had her mouth enveloped the head than a thick milky stream of come spurted onto her tongue. She swallowed as quickly as she could but nearly lost the race.

Having finished the main course, the trio straightened themselves out before the waiter arrived again and took their plates away.

"I need to pay a visit," said Natalie.

Jack put his hand on hers as she rose. "Time to lose the bra I think. Take it off when you're there."

Natalie looked down at her blouse as she walked away. It was cotton, but not very thick and she could see the outline of her bra. Although her breasts were reasonably firm for her age, she was concerned that her nipples would show through the thin material.

Jack's attention turned to Angel. He had been longing to touch her and figured that she might let him caress her breasts. He put an arm around her and kissed her on the lips, her lips parted and he slipped his tongue in to meet hers. As she melted into his embrace, his other hand slid up from her waist to her tit. Her momentary protests were muffled and she gave in and let him paw her.

*****

In the toilet cubicle, Natalie pulled her skirt up and sat down. As her bladder emptied she quickly unfastened the buttons on her blouse and pulled it off. The freedom she felt as she unhooked the bra and dropped it down her arms sent a thrill throughout her body. It seemed only natural that she should cup the orbs of flesh that fitted neatly into her hands. The hardened nipples had become very sensitive and made her shiver as she touched them.

She put the blouse back on and realised her mistake; playing with them had made her nipples jut out and the areola had darkened considerably. Almost anybody would notice if they looked at her.

Natalie made her way back to the table a little unsteadily. The rubbing by the material of her top as she walked maintained her arousal. She could feel moisture beginning to trickle from between her legs. She had never felt as horny as this in public. When she arrived back, she stood next to Jack, pulled his hand away from Angel's breast and placed it on her own. His other hand moved up to join the first. They weren't as firm as Angelina's, but they were fuller and the nipples much larger. He could see the effect he was having on her as her body began to sway. She was past caring if anybody else in the restaurant could see.

"Jack! Mummy! Stop it! Someone will see!" Angelina hissed.

Fortunately nobody did observe them, but all three decided that it was time that they left the restaurant before things went too far.

They stepped into the large lift to take them up to the third floor of the car park. Nobody else got in with them. As the door closed Jack stepped in front of Natalie, lifted her skirt and told her to hold it. His hand went straight between her legs, which almost buckled at his touch. His fingers pushed deep inside her pussy. Angel could hear the liquid slurping sounds as he rapidly frigged her Mother.

The lift slowed and Jack took his hand away. Natalie only just managed to let go of her skirt as the doors opened. A group of five shoppers waited for them to get out. As the doors closed on the three women and two men, each of them recognised the scent that lingered within the confined compartment. Nobody spoke, however two of them found themselves becoming aroused.

*****

Natalie was hanging on tight to Jack as they walked to the car and Angelina was supporting her on the other side. Just taking steps was bringing her close to orgasm. What she wanted was for Jack to throw her across a car -- any car -- and fuck her right there and then.

She was in no fit state to drive, so Jack took the wheel and steered them home, while Natalie lay in the back and masturbated to a desperate climax.

*****

Angelina now realised that she had totally lost control of the situation. Her original plan to punish her mother and keep Jack sexually satisfied had backfired. He seemed to be even hornier than before. Even though he was obtaining sexual gratification from Natalie, he still seemed to be after her daughter.

When they arrived home, Jack led them both inside. Natalie was dumped unceremoniously on the couch. Jack looked at Angel and said, "Take her clothes off."

Angelina removed her Mother's blouse and skirt with Jack's help. When they had finished he quickly undressed himself and revealed that he had another massive hard-on. He pushed Natalie's legs apart and knelt between them and placed is cock at the entrance to her vagina. However, before her pushed inside of her, he told Angel to take her dress off.

Jack drove hard into Natalie while ogling Angelina's young, naked body. She felt as though he was fucking her -- it certainly looked as though he wished it was.

The older woman had been on heat for a long time now and was soon bucking her hips to meet jack's thrusts. Her moans and cries of pleasure started to have an effect upon Angelina and, against her wishes she found she had to play with herself.

Jack yelled as he pumped his seed deep into Natalie's pussy, sending her over the top once more. The sights sounds and smells proved too much for Angelina and she joined them in a powerful orgasm.

*****

Chapter 8

When Jack left the house he was feeling pretty exhausted, but he couldn't help smiling to himself. If only his friends knew what he had been doing. The thought suddenly struck him; "Why shouldn't they know?" After that, all he could think about was how the group could all have a bit of fun with Natalie. After all, the horny bitch would probably enjoy it, wouldn't she?

He spent the evening working on a plan and then rang Tom, Jamie and Duncan to arrange a little 'party'.

When Jack rang Angel on Sunday morning, she had only just got out of the shower and stood dripping with a towel wrapped around her head and another around her body. "Hi Jack. What's up?"

"It was fun yesterday wasn't it?"

"Um... yes. I guess so," she said uncertainly.

"Your mother seemed to enjoy it herself."

Angelina bristled at that.

"A bit too much if you ask me," she replied acidly.

"Funny you should say that. You see, I've had an idea."

Jack went on to explain his plans. At first Angelina was a bit shocked and didn't want to get involved, but then she recalled that the original idea had been to punish and degrade her mother and get revenge for causing her father to leave. Having forced her into being a surrogate for sex with Jack, she didn't seem to see it as a punishment anymore. She agreed to do as he asked.

*****

"Mummy, I need you to drive me to a party tonight."

Natalie looked at her daughter and asked, "Where?"

"It's at Jack's friend's place. There won't be many people there. It'll just be a bit of music and a few games; cards and that sort of thing."

"And I suppose you'll want me to pick you up afterwards?"

"Yes. Well... you can stay if you want to."

"Won't I cramp your style?"

"Umm... You can always prepare the food and drink, Nibbles, that sort of thing. You're good at that aren't you?"

Natalie wasn't quite sure about it. She was effectively going to be treated as a cook / waitress at somebody else's party. Still, it was probably better than sitting at home, all alone.

*****

At 7.45pm Natalie came downstairs, already prepared to leave. In a fit of humour she decided to dress for the part; wearing a frilly white blouse and an above the knee black skirt. She always wore nice underwear, but bearing in mind what Jack had said before, she decided to wear a matching suspender belt and black, seamed stockings rather than tights. Possibly she was still a little bit horny from the previous day.

Angelina was delighted when she saw how her mother had dressed. The boys would love it. She herself had donned a tiny black dress, with thong panties and no bra.

They went out to the car and after a short drive arrived at the block in which Tom's flat stood. Music was already coming from the doorway as they approached it and the level rose considerably when it was opened. They were welcomed in with a smile by the host, but Angel noticed the way he leered at her mother as they walked past.

Natalie began to feel a little uncomfortable when she realised that the 'few people' included four men and one woman, plus herself and Angel. However, there was nothing definitely wrong that she could immediately put her finger on. There was nothing at all to suggest that she should immediately make their excuses and depart. Everybody seemed to be acting in a pleasant manner, although she now wondered if her choice of clothing had been wise. She made her way straight into the kitchen, where there seemed to be plenty of supplies that she could turn into a half-decent buffet. She set to work.

Meanwhile, the rest of the guests were sitting talking and listening to the music. Jack was still standing, as was Angelina. He pulled her to him and began to kiss her. Already he was hard and she could feel his dick pushing into her stomach. He began to gyrate in rhythm with the music, his hands upon her hips, rubbing up and down them. As his fingers moved the dress rose higher until she was aware that her bum cheeks were starting to show. She broke off the kiss and said, "Jack stop! Please!"




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His response was to slide his hands round onto her cheeks and, grabbing the twin mounds of flesh firmly, pulled them roughly apart. What the others, sitting behind her could see she didn't know, but it felt like her anus was completely exposed to their gaze. When she managed to break away and turn round, it was clear that the others had enjoyed what they had seen -- including Melissa, the only other female. Jack had suggested her inclusion at the party because he felt Natalie would be suspicious if they were all men.

Melissa was bi-sexual and, unbeknown to Angelina had a crush on her.

By the time that Natalie emerged from the kitchen and entered the room with two large trays full of canapes, sandwiches and tidbits, the group had started to play games. In the technological age it was only natural that they should all be looking at the TV screen, while one of them played 'Who Wants to be a Millionaire'.

Natalie returned to the kitchen to retrieve a tray of cakes.

By the time that everybody had helped themselves to the proffered foodstuffs, they had all had a turn at the game. None of them seemed to get very far; one of them got to £64,000 and one failed at £32,000, but the rest ended up with only £1,000.

As Jack failed at his second attempt, Natalie sniggered at his wrong answer and said, "The trouble with you kids is that you're too young. You keep getting really easy questions wrong, simply because you weren't born when the events happened."

Jack couldn't believe that he had been handed an opportunity so early. His plan had involved getting Natalie undressed. He had been thinking about a number of different games to achieve this; Millionaire was supposed to be a warm-up.

"So you think you could do better?" he asked.

"Of course; I'm usually pretty good at this game," she replied confidently.

"Oh, really? Well that sounds a bit of a challenge to me. Come over here and you can play the game."

"OK."

"Mind you, I think that maybe we should turn this into a bet to make it more interesting." He pretended to think for a while then said, "So, do you reckon that if you had enough goes that you could win the Million?"

Natalie was oblivious to what she was letting herself in for. She felt supremely confident. After all, how difficult could it be? Especially if you had enough attempts. "I think I could, yes."

"And you'd be prepared to gamble on it?"

Less sure now and wondering how much she could lose she replied, "What are we betting?"

"Well, what I think we should do is this; you go first and keep going until you win, then we all take a turns to try and win as well."

Natalie still didn't see where this was leading, "So what do I win, or lose?"

"Oh, its simple really; we're going to play Strip Millionaire. Every time you fail to get the top prize you have to remove a piece of clothing. When you finish, the game moves on to the next person."

Now she had fallen in, but before she could answer with an outraged reply her daughter spoke up, "Go on Mummy. You're really good at this." The way she looked at her, left Natalie in no doubt that she was being forced to co-operate. Angel, with just an expression, was blackmailing her again.

It should have been so easy to get out of the trap, but Natalie was torn but Angelina's implied threat. So much so that in her mind she started to argue with herself how easy it could be. After all, she was still confident she could win. Eventually, without replying, she sat on the arm of the chair and picked up the hand controller.

The first game went well and she quickly got up to £64,000. Everybody was pretty impressed, especially as she hadn't yet used any of her three lifelines. But then a question came up on TV Soaps -- a subject at which she was utterly useless. She took a '50:50' and two answers were removed. It didn't help very much but it reduced the possibilities when she 'Asked the Audience'. She decided to go with what they said -- and found that they were wrong.

Natalie reached down and slipped off one of her stilettos. She started a new game immediately. This one went pretty well, although by the time she had got to £64,000 she had used up her lifelines. Still, the answer to the £125,000 question seemed to be fairly obvious, so she went with it and moved closer to the top prize. The next one was really tough and having removed her other shoe, she had to start all over again.

She didn't even get to the ninth question this time. For a moment she deliberated but then decided to remove her blouse. Thank goodness that her lace-trimmed bra was opaque. As she dropped the garment she looked down to check that nothing was visible and felt relieved as she thought about the fact that her panties were designed the same way. She flushed at the idea that she might lose again.

The fourth round went better, but inevitably she lost on the eleventh question. She stood up and unfastened the skirt. As she lowered it to the ground, one of Jack's friends let out a low whistle at the sight of a mature, good-looking woman in sexy underwear.

She was become slightly frustrated by the game now. This led to a silly mistake on each of the next two rounds. She was now down to her bra, panties and suspender belt.

At last she was getting closer. She had sailed through ten questions without a pause and only slowed on the next two questions in order to play safe. At a quarter of a million pounds she got caught by another subject she was weak on. She used the '50:50' and 'Ask the Audience' and went with their answer. This time it was correct, but 'Phone a Friend' in the next round was hopeless and she lost again.

She took a guess early on in the next attempt, trying to preserve her lifelines, but it turned out to be wrong. She had a hollow feeling inside as she realised that she would now have to remove her brassiere in front of everybody. She had been so intent on the game that she had ignored her gradual undressing, but now she could no longer escape the reality. She unhooked and removed it as quickly as possible in order to get the sharp intakes of breath and giggled comments over quickly.

At each question Natalie thought hard about the answer, taking care not to make a mistake. It got to the point where she thought she knew an answer but then started to question herself, wondering if it was something else. Eventually she would go back to her original thinking and was proved to be right. She used Audience at £32,000 and 50:50 at £125,000. The Friend proved to be correct at £500,000.

Finally, Natalie sat looking at the last question. She simply had to win this, or she would lose her knickers. In which year did Ginger Rogers win an Oscar for her portrayal of Kitty Foyle? She knew that it wasn't 1936, because that was the first year that the Best Supporting Actor and Actress were included and the Best Actress that year had been Carole Lombard. And 1934 was when 'It Happened One Night' scooped all three awards. So, she was left with a choice of 1938 and 1940. Bette Davis had won around that time, but was it 1937?

Of course, Natalie was nowhere near old enough to have been around at the time. She was only 42 years old, but she had always loved Hollywood films. She kept staring at the screen hoping that the answer would come to her, but nothing did. Eventually, she realised she would have to guess. She took a deep breath, held it and pressed D for 1940. She released the air from her lungs in an explosive burst as the answer proved to be correct. She was safe!

Well, relatively. She still had her panties on, but her boobs were on show.

Jack went next and seemed pretty unconcerned as he lost items of clothing. When he was down to his underpants it was pretty obvious that he was enjoying himself, as evidenced by the large lump that kept twitching. When he finally came to remove the last item, he stood up, turned round to face towards Natalie and with a grin pushed his boxers to the floor.

"Your turn next Angel," he said suddenly.

Angelina was taken by surprise. She hadn't expected this and was wondering why Jack had picked on her to go next. The fact that she only had a pair of shoes, a dress and a pair of panties on meant that she was stripped naked within a couple of minutes. Jack's eyes openly appraised her body -- as did most of the others in the room.

Another of the men went next and fared better than Jack, but he too was soon naked.

Melissa followed. She too played pretty well and was unlucky not to make it all the way on one round. Natalie watched as she gradually undressed and wasn't surprised that her penchant for piercings had extended to her nipples. What did shock her however was that she had a ring through her clitoris. It almost mesmerised the older woman when she walked back past to sit down.

Before long, there were four erect cocks bouncing around, while six female nipples also stood to attention.

"Well Natalie, I guess you were right. You won!"

Although she had been tricked into stripping herself almost naked, Jack's comment boosted her ego, knowing that she had beaten all these young people. "So what's my prize?" she asked jokingly.

Once again, Jack seemed to consider for a while before answering, "I know. As we all lost all of our clothes, you can choose who gets to remove your panties. How about that?"

Natalie knew she had been tricked into this, but she had walked into it and couldn't think of a way out. She couldn't ask her own daughter to do it and she didn't want to give any of the men a thrill, so she instead picked Melanie.

She stood and waited for Melanie to approach. The young woman took her time and closed the gap between them slowly until they were close enough to feel each other's breath. She sank down to her knees, slipped her thumbs into the waistband of Natalie's panties and drew them down. When she reached the ankles, she dropped her left hand to encourage the older woman to step out of them with her right foot. Her hand remained in place between the feet as the right hand dropped to the ground.

Natalie lifted her left foot out of her panties. Melanie's hands remained on the floor, so she was forced to put her foot back down with her legs apart. Before she could react, the younger woman's head had leant forward. Her tongue darted out and buried itself between her pussy lips; her legs almost gave way.

Melanie's hands had left the ground and shot up to grab Natalie's ass cheeks. Her arms were now holding the thighs apart, while her tongue began to attack the clit.

Natalie desperately tried to step back to escape the assault, but she found that Jack had stood up behind her and was holding her in place, his throbbing member jammed between her ass cheeks. He was cupping her breasts and pulling at the nipples. She was trapped. Worse still, the attention she was receiving was beginning to have an incredibly arousing effect on her. She groaned, struggled feebly for a few more moments and then gave in to the inevitable.

One of the other men took over from Melanie, while she turned her attention to Natalie's boobs. But soon even these were denied to her as the other two men joined in.

Angelina had been watching, fascinated, as all of this happened. She was starting to imagine that it was her that the men were pleasuring. She almost wished it was. Her pussy felt wetter than it ever had before and her tits were aching with desire. She closed her eyes as her hand wandered to her nipples.

The tongue she felt between her legs was imaginary, or so she told herself for a while. But then she realised it was real. When she opened her eyes she had expected to see Jack. To her horror, the head bobbing between her thighs giving her such amazing sensations was that of Melanie. It was too late to stop her by any means other than grabbing her hair, but she found that it was too short to get a grip of. She also discovered at that point that her assailant had a tongue stud. She could feel the hardness being dragged along the slit of her vagina and being used to rub hard the area of folded flesh around the top.

As Natalie reached orgasm, Tom - who had been licking her pussy -- dropped down to lie on the floor. She was then lowered down onto him while he guided his penis to the entrance to her vagina. She down slid onto the unusually thick organ easily. At first the man tried to push up against her but she simply sat astride him without moving. A sharp slap to her right buttock from Jack, together with a warning to; "Get moving you bitch. And don't stop until I tell you to," got her started. Rising and falling rapidly she soon began to gain pleasure from her own actions.

The loud smacking sound had brought Angel's eyes open. The scene before her was impossibly erotic; a woman fucking a man on the floor while three naked men with rampant dicks stood waiting their turn. One of them, Jamie, couldn't wait any longer and stepped up to force the head of his penis between Natalie's lips. It was all too much for Angelina and the waves of her climax began to wash over her and she yelled.

Meanwhile, Natalie was trying to co-ordinate the movements of her pussy on Tom's cock with those of her mouth on Jamie's, who was looking over his shoulder at the other two women. He was still a virgin and as such couldn't last long. He began to thrust at the lips surrounding his cock and groaned as his semen erupted from the end of it. It was impossible for her to swallow it all and when he withdrew she had a stream of come dribbling down her chin and neck.

At least it released Natalie to concentrate on Tom and she drove down on him with as much force as she could muster. He too could hold out no longer and lost all ability to meet the woman's downward thrusts. She felt the warm liquid flood up inside her. It then began to leak out down the shaft as the penis softened.

It took a few seconds for Angel to recover her senses, by which time Melanie had knelt astride her using the arms of the chair. With hands on either side of her head she pulled her face towards her shaven pussy. The ring through the clitoris already had a droplet of moisture hanging from it and the lips gaped open. The aroma was overpowering, intoxicating. While one part of her mind was revolted, another was mesmerised. She poked her tongue out experimentally and touched it to the ring, tasting the liquid as it fell onto it.

Melanie nudged forwards and the tongue slid between the labia and delved deep into her vagina.

Jack rolled Natalie over and pulled her up onto all fours. He stayed behind her, forcing Duncan to offer his cock to her mouth. She spread her legs anticipating invasion from behind.

She was sucking for some while before Jack finally nudged his penis at her sodden hole. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them apart as he pushed into her. It hurt when he started to push a thumb into her anus, but the discomfort soon vanished. She felt the dick slip from her and wondered what he was doing, but then his thumb pulled out. When she felt the head nudge at the slightly enlarged asshole, she tried to yell, but Duncan was holding her head tight around his own shaft. Tears of pain trickled down her face as he pushed deeper and deeper. She had never even dreamed of allowing someone to have anal sex with her. It was possibly the worst thing she could imagine.

Natalie could hardly breathe because Duncan had forced himself so far down her throat. Having to concentrate on that took her mind away from Jack's assault on her rear. Thank goodness the pain began to subside, but she was now horrified to realise that with each stroke she could feel the unwanted fire rising within her.

After she came on Angel's tongue, Melanie dropped down and put her mouth on Angelina's and kissed her with as much passion as she had experienced with Jack.

Duncan felt Natalie yelling around his cock as she reached her second orgasm of the evening. The sensation was so strong that she almost bit into him. Far from ruining his pleasure, it heightened it and he shot almost immediately, nearly causing the woman to drown. She managed to pull her mouth off of him as she choked, but the shaft was still pumping out onto her face. She rubbed the dick until it finished spraying.

Jack had taken hold of her hips and was now slamming powerfully into Natalie, attempting to reach his own conclusion. When it happened, she knew all about it. It felt like his cock had swollen to about twice its normal size and the amount of come that he dumped into her felt as though it could fill a measuring jug.

She felt Jack withdraw, before he slumped to the floor exhausted. Natalie kept her wits and made her way as quickly as possible to her clothes. She pulled on the blouse, skirt and shoes and then headed for her daughter. She dragged Melanie off of Angel and pulled the young woman to her feet. Somehow she managed to get the black dress on over her head. One arm missed the strap, but the garment was on well enough to cover her nudity, so she shoved the shoes onto each foot and pulled her out of the door.

The speed of exit took everybody else by surprise, which was the idea. Natalie felt that if they stayed any longer, then not only would she be fucked silly, but the same might happen to her daughter as well. As she drove away from Tom's place she couldn't help but wonder what would have happened. More importantly; she wondered whether or not she would have tried to escape if Angel hadn't been there. What was happening to her? She had to stop this here and now.

*****

Chapter 9

"I need a new pair trainers Mummy."

"You had a new pair three weeks ago."

"Yes, but these are special. I've simply got to have them."

"No," said Natalie simply.

"What?"

"I said no, Angelina. We aren't made of money. I've got bills to pay."

"All right, I'll just tell Daddy that I want to leave home then."

Natalie looked straight at Angelina, inhaled and said, "You're father won't want you staying with him."

"Of course he will. Then you'll be out on your ear."

"I don't think so. You see, if you force my hand then I will be compelled to tell your father the truth."

Angel stared, open mouthed.

"He isn't your real father."

"What?" yelled Angelina. "What do you mean?"

"As I said; he isn't your father."

"So, you mean that you had it off with someone else? You cheated on Daddy?"

"Not exactly, I was raped. So you see, he may not be interested in your future after all."

*****

Angelina slammed the door as she left. She was impotently furious. Not so long ago everything seemed great -- she had control of Jack and her life (and her mother's). But now, she no longer had a hold over Natalie which meant that she couldn't use her as a buffer to her boyfriend's sexual advances. With nowhere else to go, she found herself heading towards his house.

Jack's parents were away and by the time Angel arrived he had already had quite a few beers. When he opened the door, she wondered if she had made a mistake.

"Hi beautiful! Just the person I most wanted to see just now. Come on in."

Jack led her into the kitchen, where he pulled a bottle of lager from the fridge and opened it for her. She took a swig before he pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers. He was more than a little forceful, but she didn't want to push him away. Taking her hand he walked back into the lounge, where the television had been left on. It took a few moments for it to register that what was playing was a porn DVD. A blonde woman was busily sucking on a man's dick, making loud slurping noises interspaced with moans and grunts.

"It's a porn film!" Angel exclaimed.

"Yeah. Not a bad one at that. Come and sit down." He pulled her onto the sofa and began to kiss her again. She tried to slow him down, but he didn't seem interested in her muffled protests. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that the girl had stopped sucking and was now undressing. Jack was probably watching in the same way, because his libido built and his hand moved onto her breast. He immediately began to pinch the nipple. When it was standing proud through the thin material of her t-shirt his attention turned to the other one.




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By now the actress had finished undressing. Jack broke off his kissing and turned to look. For a moment the woman on the screen stood looking at the man with an openly lustful gaze.

"Whatever she does next, Angel," he said gruffly. "Is what you're going to do with me."

Angel's throat went dry, wondering what was about to happen. She was frightened now, but at the same time some small part of her mind was excited. The blonde walked slowly back towards the man, deliberately swinging her hips. She stopped between his spread legs and sank to her knees. Taking hold of the still wet cock she slipped her lips over it and began to bob her head again.

The hand that was behind Angelina's neck was urging her forwards, while the other had taken her wrist and was pulling her towards the floor.

"No Jack, please," she begged.

"Come on Angel, you're really good at it. Get to work."

She knelt between his legs and reached up to his belt. It was tight in this position, but after a small struggle she managed to unhook it and pull the leather through the buckle. The metal button of Jack's jeans was a little tight -- he hadn't had them very long -- and she chipped a finger nail unfastening it. The zip almost unfastened itself, being strained by the solid lump beneath it. She reached through the gap in his boxers and pulled it free.

"No, pull them down," Jack demanded. He lifted up enough for her to drag the jeans and underpants down to his ankles. He wasn't wearing any shoes and he pulled one foot out, enabling him to spread his legs fully. Angel marvelled at his genitals. She noticed that the testicles seemed to move continuously, while the shaft itself bobbed with the force of the blood constantly pumping into it. All this she observed in a couple of seconds, because her head was being pulled towards his crotch.

There was already a dribble of pre-come hanging from the eye of Jack's penis. Angelina felt slightly revolted as she poked her tongue out towards it. The tangy taste lingered as the sticky fluid extended into a string. She opened her mouth and felt the head on her tongue. Despite her feelings of revulsion, the fact that her boyfriend was responding to her mouth and lips was starting to have an effect upon her own level of arousal.

Jack's eyes were glued to the television screen while Angel fellated him. His hand was on the back of her head, encouraging her to take the shaft deeper into her mouth with each downward movement.

As Angel concentrated on the blowjob, Jack reached down past her back to the waistband of her short skirt. First one hand, then the other pushed down inside. She was wearing a thong, allowing him to knead the bare flesh of he cheeks. With his long-armed reach he was able go further and the fingers of his right hand slipped down the cleft.

Angelina couldn't control the shudder she experienced as Jack's hand slid past the entrance to her anus. A thin string was all that was covering it and a digit slipped across in full contact. The perineum beyond was incredibly sensitive and as he pushed further she moaned around his cock. She knew she was wet and very soon, so did he.

Alarmed, Angel realised that Jack was sliding his finger along her labia, gradually applying more and more pressure. His digit was close to penetrating her and breaking that which affirmed her virginity. She lifted her head and said, "No!" She tried to move away, to pull his hand back up out of her skirt. When she looked at his face, his eyes were filled with lust and he was breathing heavily. His attention flicked to the screen where she now saw that the woman was being penetrated by the man. His long, thin penis was forcing its way into her.

Looking back at Jack, Angelina could see both from his eyes and from the way he was squeezing his cock that he was incredibly turned on. On the screen the camera angle had changed and, with shock, she realised that the man wasn't buried in the woman's pussy but was fucking her ass!

"Take your clothes off Angel, I'm going to fuck you now," Jack said gruffly.

A quiet, "No" was all that escaped her lips.

Jack grabbed at her skirt, his other hand whipping up underneath and snagging one of the side straps of her panties. "Do it now, or I'll rip them all off." He retained a grip on the material and pulled. She felt them starting to rip.

"All right, all right, I'll do it." She reached behind to unfasten her skirt just as the panty material gave way. But Jack kept his grip and as she leant away she felt the other side suddenly give way and they were whipped from between her legs. The skirt dropped to the ground, leaving her pussy on full view to her boyfriend's eyes. At lightning speed he reached out and grabbed her around the hips, pulling her towards him.

"Strip," he said simply, before burying his face in her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She felt his rough tongue twirling around her clitoris and it made her feel dizzy. Angel pulled her t-shirt over her head and then removed her bra.

Jack had an ass cheek in each hand, preventing Angelina from moving away -- not that she had any intention of doing so, for by now she was in a hornier state than she had ever been before. She knew what was going to happen and was helpless to prevent it. Realising this meant that she was able to let herself go to the pleasure she was experiencing.

The tongue tried to push into the vagina, but the hymen was preventing further progress. Jack stopped licking and almost threw Angelina onto the sofa. He stood up and quickly stripped his jeans and boxers from his remaining leg and his shirt from his upper body. Angel looked up at him in awe. His physique was amazing!

Jack turned Angel to the side and pushed her ankles apart. He knelt down between her knees, lifted them up and then spread them apart.

"No! Wait!" she said suddenly. "What about protection? I don't want to get pregnant!"

"Fuck!" he said. Jack paused a moment and then reached for his jeans. In the back pocket he found his wallet, opened it and pulled out a gold-foiled condom. Angelina watched fascinated as instead of rolling it on (as she had expected him to do) he held the latex sheath open between his fingers and thumbs and then pulled it down over the length.

When Jack resumed his position between Angel's legs, she started to become a little scared. She had been told that it would hurt the first time and was nervous.

He lowered himself down onto her and then took his weight on his left arm, while using his right hand to position his cock at the entrance to her cunt. But instead of pushing in, he slowly rubbed it up and down the slit, making sure that the engorged clit was given a lot of attention. Angelina relaxed into the warm sensation that was emanating from between her legs. Then, on one of the downward movements, Jack pushed forward and penetrated her. The hymen ripped and she yelled out from the pain. She panted as though she were giving birth while he pushed deeper into her.

The passage was well lubricated and although tight it allowed Jack to become fully embedded with a single push. Angel felt as though she was being forced so far apart that she would never be able to walk with her legs together again. The pain was still there but had reduced to a sharp soreness as Jack began to build up a rhythm and thrust into her. Before long it became merely a discomfort and other feelings took over.

She was beginning to enjoy the fuck and, having been well licked beforehand, was well on the way towards an orgasm, both from the deep penetration and the rubbing of Jack's pubic bone on her clitoris. But Jack was in sexual overload and was now yelling as he thrust hard into her. She heard his strangled cries which told her he was filling the condom with the results of his climax.

Jack collapsed down on top of Angelina, pinning her to the sofa. She could still feel him inside of her. She didn't know if he was still hard, but it felt like it. She found it difficult to breathe, but waited patiently for him to recover. Finally, he said, "We'd better go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. It was only when he withdrew and stood up that she saw the pink colouring to his semi-hard sheathed cock. She looked down to see that her pubic hair was stained red from the blood. She grabbed her ripped panties and held them to her pussy to prevent any drips onto the sofa or floor and made her way quickly to the bathroom.

*****

Angelina went into the family bathroom and locked the door. She leaned against it and was still there when she heard Jack pass by on his way to his own room, which had an en suite shower. She then walked over to the cubicle and switched on the water.

Stepping under the warm spray, she let go of the panties that she had been clutching to her pussy. She allowed the water to wash the blood away. Her pussy was tender when she touched it, but at the same time it tingled when she stroked it. She had been oh, so close to orgasm before Jack had finished and that feeling had not gone away. Angel circled a finger around her clitoris until she felt as though her knees would buckle, before rubbing hard to bring herself to climax.

Stepping out of the shower, Angelina realised her mistake; she had left all her clothes downstairs. Wrapping a (not very big) towel around her body, she ventured out of the bathroom. She couldn't hear Jack, so she made her way to the staircase and descended. As she walked into the lounge she found Jack sitting on the sofa once more. There were two things she noticed; that he had yet another erection and that the DVD was still playing. Either it was a new one or he had rewound it.

She looked around for her clothes, but couldn't see them. "Where are my things?" she asked.

"Don't worry about it; you won't need them for now. Come and sit down."

Angel sat down next to him. He took her hand and placed it on his shaft and began to rub it up and down. "That's it," he said. "That's how to do it." She continued while he re-focused on the screen.

The naked couple in the film were not the same ones as before. The man was suckling on the woman's remarkably pronounced nipples. The nubs were not only unusually wide, but also very long. As he continued his attentions on her breasts, she could see a hand between the woman's legs. She counted three fingers inserted there. The 'actress' was moaning loudly as she was finger-fucked.

She climaxed at volume and then the pair changed positions. This time she was kneeling in front of him, licking the shaft of his penis and cupping his balls. A hand continued rubbing the base as her mouth enclosed around the cock. Amazingly, her hand had to move when she managed to swallow the entire length.

"Mmmm," moaned Jack. He looked across at Angel, his arm around her shoulders. The slight pressure he exerted indicated what he wanted her to do. So, she turned and bent forwards until she was able to reach his phallus with her lips. She felt sure that he was going to make her swallow this time. He kept talking to her, encouraging her to take it deeper. She nearly gagged a couple of times, but did the best she could.

Angelina could just about see the screen while she worked on Jack. She was almost embarrassed by some of the close-ups that they showed; she hadn't even seen her own pussy in so much detail. They changed positions again and this time the woman was leaning over a low fence rail with her legs wide apart. The man entered her vagina and began thrusting upwards with bent knees.

Jack lifted Angel's head from his cock and stood up. He led her round behind the sofa and bent her over it. She wasn't sure if she was ready for sex again just yet, but looking at the film and sucking on Jack had aroused her again. Her passage was still tender, but she felt him slide in relatively easily. I took a few minutes to realise that she hadn't seen him don another condom.

"Jack! Have you got a thingy on?"

He grunted and withdrew. Angel looked at the screen once more. The man had withdrawn also, but was now lining his dick up with the woman's asshole. As he pushed it into her, she felt Jack's penis nudging at her own.

"No Jack, please, not that!"

He didn't take any notice. His cock was slick with the juices from her vagina. She tried in vain to squeeze her cheeks together, but when he slapped her hard on her right bum cheek her muscles relaxed. The head forced its way past the sphincter. The pain wasn't quite as bad as losing her virginity, but it hurt all the while that he was driving it in. Once there, she seemed to quickly become lubricated.

Angelina felt Jack thrust into her in time with the couple on the screen. Jack was better controlled however, as they finished long before he did. When she saw what they did next, it revolted her; having withdrawn from the woman's ass, she was now cleaning him with her mouth. She felt her boyfriend pause in his movements and, scared that he might want the same treatment decided to take the initiative. She waggled her behind at him and said, "Come on Jack. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. I want you to come in me. Fuck me hard."

She heard an almost strangled gasp from over her shoulder, before Jack rammed his cock all the way home again and re-doubled his efforts. His movements were so forceful that she found that she was being pushed further over onto the back of the sofa, causing her clitoris to start rubbing on the material. To her surprise, she felt her own climax approaching. The tension built up in her body and she willed it to arrive, urging it on. When the waves rippled through her muscles, Jack felt it and it triggered his orgasm. He exploded his semen into her anal passage with such force that it triggered a secondary wave within Angelina.

*****

Chapter 10

Angelina left Jack's place a little later, when she had recovered -- but before he had recovered enough to want more. She made her way home, aware of the draft that she felt from having no panties on. She really had tried to retain her virginity and not give in to Jack, but her own passions had betrayed her. She thought about it as she walked and eventually decided that if she was no longer intact, then maybe she could have a lot more fun with her boyfriend?

When Jack didn't contact her for two weeks, she rang him, but his mother said that he couldn't come to the phone just then. She said that he would ring back, but he didn't.

Finally, she bumped into him in the town centre. He was with a group of his friends.

"Jack, where have you been? I've been ringing and leaving messages for you."

"I've been busy Darling."

"But... I thought you might have wanted to spend a bit more time with me." She looked down coyly.

"Oh! Right, I get it. Well, why don't you come round to Jamie's place tonight -- he's having a party. You can show the guys how you love it when I fuck you up the ass." He laughed loudly and the others joined in, some of them openly leering at her. She reddened in embarrassment and shame. She felt as though she had been betrayed. Shit! She had been betrayed!

She ran away as fast as she could. How could everything go so badly wrong?

When Angelina arrived home she was delighted to see that her father's car was in the driveway. But when she walked in her initial impression was that things were going from bad to worse. Her mother told her, "Angel, darling, I've decided that its time to tell Daddy the whole truth."

Angelina's head began to swim; this could be the end of her life as she knew it. John, Natalie's husband looked more than a little baffled.

Natalie paused for a moment before beginning her explanation, "John, I want you to promise me that you'll listen to what I have to say and wait until I've finished. I know that it will be hard not to say or do anything when you hear this, but you need to hear it all first."

Confused, John said, "OK."

A deep breath and then, "Angelina isn't your daughter." She held up her hand to prevent him from speaking.

"As I told Angel recently, I was raped. I didn't tell you at the time. I knew that the child couldn't be yours, because I fell pregnant at the time when you were ill in hospital for two weeks."

Angelina stared at her mother for a long time before saying, "And you never told anyone? You let Daddy believe that I was his? Come off of it, I don't believe you. If you had been raped you would have told the police and whoever it was would have been caught."

Natalie looked down and said very quietly, "Exactly why I didn't tell anybody."

"But... I... You didn't want him to be caught?" she asked

"No."

Realising that this was very, very important, Angelina asked her Mother with surprising compassion, "Who was it, Mummy?"

"You're Uncle Freddie."

"The one who died in France?"

"Yes."

The look on John's face was a confused mixture of anger, pity and incredulity. Freddie had been his hero. He had been two years older, taller, good looking and highly intelligent. He was the one that all the girls at school wanted to go out with. The offshoot was that they all wanted to be friendly with him, so that he could introduce them to his older brother. In a way, this was why he took an interest in Natalie -- she was the one who wasn't interested in him for an ulterior motive.

Freddie had gone to work at a local business and had become very successful within a couple of years. He was already a partner in a local law solicitors firm by the time John finished college and was looking to get married. Suddenly, at a time when he had been in hospital recovering from a seriously dodgy appendix operation, his brother disappeared. A month later he sent a postcard from a village in France. He said that he had to start over again, that he wasn't happy with the person he was and wanted a new life. Before anybody could ask what was going on, he had died. It was so stupid really; he stepped out into the road looking right and was hit by a van coming from the left (as is normal on the continent). He had been devastated.

"It was the day that we knew that you were going to be OK. It had been touch and go for a while and then the Doctors told us that you were going to recover. We went home and opened a bottle of wine to celebrate. It was a mistake not to have eaten first -- especially when we cracked open the second one.

"Don't get me wrong, just like any other woman, I found Freddie attractive, but just not in that way. When he cuddled me as I wept that you were going to be OK, I felt it was like I was hugging a brother. Unfortunately, it was my apparent lack of interest that attracted him to me. He simply got carried away and in a drunken haze came into my room that night and got into bed with me. I was in no fit state to understand what was going on until he was on top of me and it was too late.

"I tried getting through to him. I slapped him, pinched him, I even punched him but it was no good. When he finished, he got up and stood swaying at the foot of the bed. He was horrified at what he had done. Truly he was. He had sobered enough to realise, by now. All he could say was, 'Sorry, sorry, sorry.' He left immediately and ended up in France."

John was still sitting listening. He opened his mouth, but Natalie held up her hand again.

"I knew how you loved your brother and after he was killed I simply couldn't tell you. I knew it would break your heart, especially when I realised that I was pregnant. But I was wrong, for a number of reasons, not least of which was the danger that somebody might find out.

"There was somebody I told; my Doctor. He must have written it in his notes at the time. When the surgery moved to the new building combining the fitness centre with a health centre recently, all of the medical records were moved. I don't know how, but Maurice got hold of mine and read through them. He saw it as an opportunity to blackmail me. My training sessions cost twice as much as they should, but I was buying his silence. Now I know how stupid it was.




Mother's Ruin



As I looked down to see my own prick sliding quickly in and out of my Mother's love box, its glistening, throbbing, blue veined hardness made me even more horny. I continued banging her like this for over twenty minutes and I couldn't believe it myself; I felt like a superman. I could see the bite marks I'd made earlier over Mother's tits were now beginning to turn to bruises and I wanted her to wake up and see what her son was doing to her. But her expression was still that of a zombie. When I felt my juices start to flow from my balls, I clenched my buttocks together in an effort to delay ejaculation. I ground my hips against Mother's in the hope that I could get even deeper inside her as I stabbed her pussy with my meat. At last, I could hold back no longer. My nails made runs in Mother's stockings as I fought to stop my dick exploding. Then, gripping her butt cheeks with my vice like hands, my face contorted like a demon's, I felt my white hot semen pump its way into Mother's belly. I had never known such an amount to come out of me. 

As my dick went limp in Mother's snatch, I let it slide out and sat up in between her legs trying to recover my breathing. Easily aroused by the sight of her lying stretched out, helpless and half naked, I fucked Mother twice more with equal enthusiasm. On the first occasion shooting my sperm over her tits and on the second over her face and hair. At about 3am, although my mind was willing to carry on, my dick looked like a piece of raw liver and felt as tender as a bruised toe. So, reluctantly, I realised that that was my screwing over for the night. I consoled myself by thinking of the many more times yet to come. 

Earlier that week, I had bought a few yards of quarter inch, white nylon rope from the hardware store. I fetched it from my room and returned to Mother's. I turned her over onto her stomach and brought her arms around behind her back. With one end of the rope, I bound Mother's wrists tightly together and then, bending her legs as far as they would go, wrapped the rope around her ankles and made a secure knot. I turned Mother onto her side and stood back to admire my handiwork. Looking down at her, hog tied and covered in my semen, I admit that I was extremely unhappy that my body had failed me. I hoped that my prick wouldn't be too tender come morning.

It was Mother screaming my name that finally woke me the next morning at about 8am. I let her continue wailing after me for a few minutes, knowing full well that we were too far removed from the beaten track for anyone to hear her. At last, I casually put on a toweling robe and entered Mother's room. Her eyes were wild with anger; she was too hard a woman to cry about something like this. She asked me what I had done to her, so I explained how I had drugged her at the restaurant and then brought her home to ravish her. Mother said that if I was to let her go now then she would forget that this had ever happened and that she would never tell the authorities about what I had done. I laughed at that one, and explained to her the predicament that she was in. I asked how she would fancy going out into the big wide world to work for a living, since I wouldn't be around to provide for her. I pointed out that she would have to rent a small, dingy apartment that would probably be infested with all kinds of horrible insects and vermin. I also stated that she wasn't getting any younger, so how would she cope, all alone in the world, during her old age.

I let Mother ponder on these thoughts for a couple of minutes. In a voice that was filled with defeat, she asked me what the alternative was. I had been practising a speech for just such an occasion for many days, but I never really thought things would turn out so well that I actually got to say it. I told Mother that our relationship would remain that of a normal mother and son Monday through Friday. But from the moment I woke up on Saturday to the point I fell asleep on Sunday, she would be my whore. I explained to Mother that she would wear what I told her to wear, and do any sexual act that I desired. If she didn't like the terms, then she knew what the consequences would be. When she started to call me names like rat-bastard, I knew what decision she had made.

Mother agreed to my conditions and demanded to be untied. I told her that as today was Sunday, she was now my whore and in no position to make anything other than requests. Mother relented, and asked me politely if I would free her from her bonds. Seeing her struggling against the rope had started to get me aroused again. I told Mother that I still wanted to see an act of good will on her part towards the deal. So I told her that I would only untie her hands for the time being. As I did so, she waved her arms around to get her circulation moving again. Whilst she did this, I moved a chair into the tight space between the bed and the dressing table. I bent down and put my hands around Mother's waist to get her to her feet. She cringed at my touch, but I told her that she had better get used to me feeling her body. I shuffled her over to the chair and sat her down in it. I untied the rope holding her ankles together so that I could reposition the bonds. When I had finished, Mother's hands were free but her legs were strapped to the corresponding front legs of the chair. 

Mother gazed at my feet as I let my robe fall to the floor. I commanded her to look at me and see how aroused she had made her son. Slowly, reluctantly, her eyes moved up from the floor towards my fully recovered, fully erect penis. I searched for some hint of desire in Mother's eyes, but as there was none to be found, I ordered her to tell me that she wanted my dick. Mother repeated her lines but without conviction. No matter; Rome wasn't built in a day.

I moved closer until I could feel Mother's breath against my skin. I put my hand under her chin and forced her to look into my eyes. I told her how aroused I had been last night and how, after fucking her three times, my prick had become tender and sore. I stared at her mouth, still covered with last night's lipstick. Mother's lips were full and inviting and I knew what I wanted to do next. I put my right foot on the bed and pushed myself up so that my left foot rested on the dressing table. Leaning against the wall, I looked down at Mother and said:

'Kiss it better, there's a good girl'.

Mother made no effort to assist, so I told her that it might be more uncomfortable for her if I had to force it into her, that's why I had untied her hands. I told Mother to take hold of my prick and put it in her mouth. Very slowly, her right hand came up from where it had been resting at her side. My dick twitched as it came closer and then, boy oh boy, what a feeling to have your own Mother's hand tightly clenching your throbbing tool. With a soft groan, I moved my hips closer to Mother's face. I could see that her eyes were closed as the tip of my bell end gently brushed against her lips. As she moved it back away from her mouth, a strand of precum formed like a delicate spider's silk bridge between her lips and my dick. I repeated my order and thrust my hips more forcefully towards Mother's face. At last, I saw her lips part, and Mother guided my knob slowly into her hot, wet mouth. I groaned loudly at the first touch of her tongue against the slit in my dick. As I began to rock back and forth, I instructed Mother to move her hand further down my shaft so that I could get more of my meat into her mouth. Soon, she was taking about four inches of me between her ruby lips.

I turned my hips so that on each inward thrust of my penis, it would force Mother's cheek to bulge out. The sight of Mother taking me like this made me realise that I was not going to last as long as I had last night. In fact, after only about two minutes, I could feel myself ready to cum. Between panting breaths, I told Mother that she'd better not let any of my semen escape, as I wanted her to swallow every last drop. When I was very close to cumming, I told her to raise her eyes towards me and to pull me faster. I tried to hold back for as long as possible, but with Mother's doe like eyes staring at me, and the sight of my weapon moving quickly in and out of her mouth, I just had to let it cum. Wow, what a sweet feeling it was to feel the juice flow up my prick and shoot out into Mother's gaping throat. I had wanted her eyes to remain open as she swallowed me but now they were shut tight. I must have pumped my fluid into her for about twenty seconds before it reduced to a trickle. I asked Mother if she had taken it all down, and she nodded her head. Slowly, I pulled my flaccid dick from between her lips and stepped back down onto the floor. I told Mother to open her mouth. She had been telling the truth, there was no cum in there.

When I had recovered my breath, I untied Mother's ankles and told her to take a shower. By the time she stepped back into her bedroom, I had selected some dresses that I told her she could shorten during the week. For the rest of the day I told her to wear nothing but underwear, stockings and high heels. When she had dried her hair, I told Mother to make her face up as she had done the night before and to apply plenty of lipstick.

I fucked Mother on two further occasions that day, once doggy style and once up the ass. But all of that was some months ago. Our relationship now is precisely as I had told her it would be. Sometimes when I think about what I've done I feel ashamed. But then, when I wake up on Saturday morning...