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A Mother's Revenge Ch. 01

By: 1sickbastard



Author's notes and disclaimers; 

this is the first story I've submitted. It is an original work and has a strong incest theme. If this offends, feel free to read something else. All characters are 18 years or older.

Thanks are given to both teknight and andrea4328 for taking the time to edit this, especially teknight, whose comments I consider invaluable.

*

Sheryl loved her new Prius. He'd been lavish with his gifts lately, so she suspected he was having an affair with one of his pretty young assistants, again. Sheryl sighed. It had been her suggestion that he take a lover years ago. He had been so insatiable in his desire for her, and she so sore and tired from what seemed like non-stop sex, that she finally admitted she couldn't keep up. "Baby, you need to find a second woman so my poor pussy has some time off to recuperate." Bill had been surprised, hurt, and reluctant. In the end she'd gotten him to agree, with a few conditions. Sheryl would fuck her husband at least four nights a week. Any gifts given to any of his mistresses or girlfriends would be matched by a gift for his wife, of greater or equal value. The affairs had to remain discrete, especially for the sake of their two children. And he wasn't to ever ignore or sacrifice time away from his family for whoever the fuck of the month was. 

It worked out surprisingly well. Bill continued to be a wonderful and considerate lover, husband & father. Sheryl's pussy got the R&R time she needed and a nice collection of expensive jewelry. Lately she'd begun getting turned on at the notion of Bill's big dick stretching out some pretty twenty-something's cunt. Actually this was her current masturbation fantasy, something she'd been doing a lot more of as her sex drive had ramped up when she had hit her mid thirties. In fact, she wanted to watch her husband fuck one of his pretty little sluts while she was in the room, but kept losing her nerve every time she thought about bringing it up. She had never been sexually adventurous, and felt more than a little shame about wanting to explore. Sheryl pulled into the driveway, the Prius's electric motor stopping silently behind Bill's sedan.

"I wonder what he's doing home so early." Sheryl thought to herself. Her original plans for the day had fallen through. Neither her husband nor children would expect her home until dinner. Jimmy and a couple of his friends had decided to go to a MLB game that afternoon and wouldn't be home until late in the evening. Tiffany would be hanging out with her friends and rarely was home before dinner. Jimmy and Tiffany were 'Irish Twins' born eight months apart. Tiffany had been a premature birth, after which Sheryl had, had her tubes tied. Bill rarely worked late on Fridays, but was almost never home this early on a Friday either.

"Maybe he's fucking some young thing right now," Sheryl thought, the images of her husband's oversized tool pistoning in and out of some girl's cunt sent a thrill through her body, her nipples hardening and a warm moistness suffusing her sex. Avoiding the garage, Sheryl crept around to the back yard and quietly unlocked the patio door, letting herself in. She found her stealth unnecessary. As soon as she opened the door, the sounds of a girl being fucked good and hard washed over her. The loud moans, gasps and cries turned the moistness of her sex into a flood of wetness dripping into her panties, which were rapidly becoming soaked. Her nipple now so engorges that the lacy material of her bra felt rough, pleasurable to the point of pain that further flamed her arousal.

Sheryl quickly stepped out of her shoes, pulled off her wet panties, and unclasped her bra, letting the silken fabric of her shirt free to move over her large (34DD) breasts, sending more jolts of pleasure directly to her now throbbing clit. Silently she stole down the hall, tracking the sounds to their source. Unexpectedly, they were emanating, not from the master bedroom, but from Tiffany's bedroom, the door of which was wide open.

"Playing at some father daughter fantasy with his newest assistant, what's her name, Ashley," Sheryl chuckled to herself as the screams of "Fuck me daddy, fuck me with your horse cock, make me cum, fuck me hard daddy," streamed out with increasing intensity and volume. Creeping toward the open door, so as not to be seen, she saw the two copulating on her daughter's bed.

Her husband Bill was buck naked, sitting on the bed facing the full length mirror on their daughter's closet door. Her nude daughter, scarcely eighteen, was sitting impaled on her father's cock also facing the mirror. Bill had his hands under the crook of his daughter's knees, holding her legs up and apart, and using his well muscled arms to lift his daughter's body and slam her cunt on his towering tool. Tiffany had her arms over her head, draped around her father's neck. Her cries of pleasure suddenly silenced when her father let loose her legs, wrapped one arm around her and used his other hand to grab a lock of her long brown hair, bringing her mouth to his in a long, passionate kiss.

The kiss ended and Bill used his control of Tiffany's head to force her to look directly into the mirror, meeting his own reflection, so they were looking into each other's eyes.

"Who's that horny little cunt in the mirror, pumpkin?"

"It's me, daddy, you baby girl."

"What are you doing sitting on my dick, baby girl?"

"I'm fucking your big cock, daddy."

"What kind of a girl fucks her own daddy?"

"A slut, a nasty little slut."

"So what are you pumpkin?"

"I'm daddy's nasty little slut."

"Do you like it when your daddy fucks you like a nasty little cum hungry, cock craving slut?"

"OOOhhh, god, yes, fuck me. Fuck my tight little pussy like the nasty little slut I am. Make me cum; make me cum again and again. Make me your fuck toy, Make me you slut, promise me I'll be your little slut forever. Fuck me, daddy, fuck me FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE..." Tiffany screamed into another set of multiple orgasms as her father pumped his massive member in and out of her swollen, leaking pussy, her body locked into rigor as waves of pleasure roared into her. For several moments they were like that, her eyes locked into the reflection of her father's, her legs shuddering as the convulsions of her ecstasy pulsed out from her rigid body into rubbery limbs while father continued to fuck daughter.

Sheryl watched the reflection in the mirror, seeing her husband's balls contracting inward to his body, his pistoning shaft becoming thicker. She heard Bill say "I'm going to cum baby. Where does my little slut want her daddy's cum?"

"Cum in my mouth, daddy, your slut wants to feel you shooting your load down her throat. I want to suck every last drop of cum from your big dick and lick it clean. Cum in my mouth, please." 

Bill released his hold on his daughter, lifting her off his fuck stick, supporting her weight as she turned around and sunk to her knees. Sheryl looked on as her daughter opened her mouth and slid the entire length of her father's cock down her throat, until her face was pressing against her father's belly. With a groan, Bill unleashed his load, his daughter keeping her face pressed against him, her throat milking his pole until she ran out of breath. She then licked and sucked her father until his cock was clean, shinny with her saliva, and rock hard again.

"Oh, now look what you did pumpkin. You made daddy all hard again. You know the rule."

"Yes daddy. Daddy's nasty little slut is not allowed to let a good, hard cock go unfucked" Tiffany said rising unsteadily to her feet, facing her father, straddling him. She grabbed his steel shaft and, lining it up with her leaking cunt, lowered herself slowly until she had fully impaled herself, setting off another climax as his rod slipped past her cervix, bottoming out in the deepest pouch of her womanhood.

They stayed pressed together for a long moment, embracing, her head on her father's shoulder, face nuzzled into the hollow of his neck. He gently kissed her hair, caressing her cheek until she looked up and they met in a soul searing kiss.

Sheryl was completely in a twist.

On the one hand, she had encouraged him to his dalliances, so she had no grounds for anger or jealousy. On the other, the fact that he was dallying with their daughter shocked and infuriated her, she feeling betrayed by both husband and daughter; him for being her father, for being older and allowing their perverse relationship not only to happen, but to happen here in their home, on their daughter's bed, and probably on their bed too, her daughter, on the other hand, was more than a fling. Clearly they loved each other, but also were deeply in love with each other. That was evident. That her daughter would be involved with her father, there was far more to it than sex. For the first time in her life, Sheryl felt very threatened by another woman, and extremely jealous of her husband.

Then there was the issue that she was more aroused than she had ever been in her life. Sheryl had unconsciously slipped her hand under her skirt and had been fingering herself, causing her to climax several times watching father and daughter wallow in their forbidden pleasure, and was working to another as she watched Bill lay back with Tiffany still riding him. He rolled her over on the bed, without taking his cock from her cunt. Tiffany wrapped her long legs around her father's waist, locking tight as she shivered through another climax. Bill increased his pace, pulling his cock out to the very head then burying his shaft until their pelvises connected. He fucked her gently while licking and kissing his way down her neck until he could suck a hard, pert nipple topping her lovely C-cup tits into his mouth. Bill bit down hard on his daughter's nipple and suddenly slammed his pole into her squelching quim. Tiffany's back arched up, mashing her tits into her father's face while the rest of her squirmed and thrashed and a wordless scream announced the arrival of yet one more of many orgasms her father had given her that afternoon. 

Once she regained her breath, she began begging her father, "Fuck me hard, daddy. Cum in my pussy, please fuck me and cum in my pussy, give your little girl all of your cum. Fill my pussy. Fill it full with your big dick. Fill me with your cum. Fuck me, daddy, fuck your little baby girl." Her words became a string of babbled gibberish as he increased his pace, until he thrust into her hard one last time, sending them both into passionate bliss.

Barely finding the strength to move, Sheryl managed to gather her things, steal out the back door and stumble her way back to her car. Starting the Prius, she left, driving until she came to a semi secluded spot at the local park. She reached for her gym bag and pulled out a towel which she folded and put under her. Then, fumbling under the seat she found the emergency flashlight. Shoving it into her pussy, she fucked herself on the flashlight, squeezing and pulling on her exposed nipples, until she came so hard she blacked out.

She came to some minutes later, sweating and disheveled, her breasts and pussy fully exposed, the flashlight still half buried in her steaming hole. The towel she was sitting on was soaked and the whole car reeked of her arousal. Sheryl composed herself, rearranging her clothes, then dumping the towel in a nearby trashcan and rinsing the flashlight in a water fountain. She drove with the windows down for a time, trying to process everything she experienced that afternoon.

By the time she returned home in the early evening several things had become very clear to her. Her husband and daughter had crossed the line. She would not let herself be supplanted by any rival, much less her own daughter. She wouldn't be able to end their relationship by direct confrontation, not unless she wanted to end her marriage and have her husband, possibly even her daughter, sent to jail. Watching the two of them fuck had made her incredibly horny, stirring something inside, the trauma of it shredding her inhibitions, releasing a side of her she had been unaware of, until now. She would have her revenge. Plans flowed, formless, until one crystallized. One which would re-establish her position in her marriage, would punish both husband and daughter, and leave her in full control of her and her husband's sex life. 

Bill would be leaving on a week long business trip the following afternoon and not return until the following weekend. That should be plenty of time, more than enough. Smiling, she pulled into the garage. Bill was in the kitchen, doing some prep work for dinner. Without a word, Sheryl went to her husband, and gently taking the knife from his hand, laid it on the cutting board before pressing herself into his body, engulfing his mouth with hers, kissing him intensely. "Take me into the bedroom and fuck me. Fuck me right now. Fuck me hard. I'm going to leave you so drained you won't be able to get hard until you get home next week. I don't care if it takes all night, all morning, even if I have to suck your cock all the way to the airport" She kissed Bill passionately again before taking his hand and leading him to their bed.

A Mother's Revenge Ch. 02



Author's notes and disclaimers: 

This story is an original work and contains themes of incest and reluctance. If these offend, feel free to read something else. All characters are 18 years or older.

To everyone who offered their comments and feedback-Thank You! That you took the time and effort to do so means a lot.

Special Thanks to Teknight for being my editor. Your help is deeply appreciated.

*

Jimmy yawned hard. It felt like he could dislocate his jaw. Then he did it again. After he and his buddies had finished watching the baseball game the previous evening, they had hooked up with a few friends and eventually ended up at a house party near the college campus. Though there had been beer in abundance, Jimmy had opted out as 'designated driver' and spent most of the party dancing with one fine-ass co-ed after another. He'd even managed to pull some digits, with the prospect of several dates with some very attractive girls. 

Finally, his dry spell looked like it might end. In the last few months of high school there had been a number of girls who had been interested in him, but none of those held his interest. They had all been too vapid, too self centered, too slutty, too something or another that he didn't like. The girls he had been interested in weren't available or hadn't been interested in him.

He yawned again. The coffee would be ready soon. He'd rolled in by 2 am, his new curfew, but hadn't been able to sleep much. Last night his parents had been in a sexual frenzy, his mother screaming and yelling from orgasm to orgasm so loudly that he'd considered sleeping in his sister's room which was father from his parents' bedroom, as she had gone camping that weekend. At first, Jimmy had been so worried that he'd knocked on their door. He was surprised when his mom had opened it a few moments later and stepped into the hallway, wearing nothing but a sheer bed robe, so thin that even in the dim light he could clearly see the enticing curves of her body. She assured him that she and her father were both just fine, and that she would try to keep the noise down. She then surprised the shit out of him by letting her robe fall open, the pressing herself against his body in a fierce hug, and then, to top it all off, she had kissed him square and full on the lips, sucking on his lower lip briefly before telling him to go to bed.

He went to bed, but sleep was impossible after that. Like many boys, many of his earliest masturbation fantasies had been about his mom. Sheryl was beautiful and kept herself fit. Saying that she was still attractive would be inaccurate. Still attractive implies that a peak was reached and passed. The curvy red head was more attractive now than ever. The few lines on her delicate face only enhanced her beauty, when they showed at all. Her body was a combination of hard muscle and soft sensual curves that porn starlets would kill for. His friends had all dubbed her 'MILF-Queen' his freshman year. The next year her name had been circulated on many of the unofficial polls that went through his high school, and she'd topped the list again and again and again. She was hot and Jimmy knew it. That she'd revealed her body to him, before giving him an un-motherly good night kiss, and the fact that she was noisily, shamelessly enjoying what seemed like never ending sex, had Jimmy jerk himself to five different orgasms before he fell into a restless slumber.

He woke up about eight, pulled from sleep by his still throbbing erection. He jerked off again, finally blowing a load and thus allowing his cock to soften enough that he could pee. Then he padded into the kitchen to start the coffee. He sat at the breakfast table yawning, waiting for the coffee to be done brewing. He nodded off a little, which is why he didn't hear his mother come in. 

"Good morning, sweetie. Oohh, you made coffee, what a good boy you are, baby," she purred, rousing him to wakefulness as she hugged him from behind, her breasts pressing against his head. She nibbled his ear before cooing into it "I hope I wasn't too loud last night, getting fucked by your father." Standing, she went to a cabinet, fetching three mugs. Sheryl had gotten the milk from the fridge and was pouring it into his cup before Jimmy realized she was wearing the same robe as the night before, that the robe was again open, and in the golden morning light streaming though the kitchen windows, did more to highlight her naked form than being fully nude.

Her words registered in Jimmy's head. "Getting fucked? What the hell?"

"You take milk, no sugar, right, baby boy?" Sheryl asked as she handed over a mug.

"Uh, sure, mom, thanks," Jimmy managed after a few seconds.

Sheryl smiled to herself. The first part of her plan would be too easy. She sat down on Jimmy's lap, straddling him, the robe having slipped from her shoulders leaving her nearly fully exposed to her son. "You didn't say 'Good morning', Jimmy, don't you love you old mom?"

"Uh, yeah, I love you, but..."

"Then give mommy a proper good morning kiss, sweetheart!" Sheryl cut him off, putting her hands on either side of her son's face and firmly planting her lips on his. Jimmy's brain, having started the day in a fog, went into total meltdown. His body, unconcerned with the lack of direction from the forebrain, switched to autopilot, reacting instinctually when Sheryl's lips parted slightly and her tongue pushed its way into his mouth. His mouth opened, their kiss deepened as their tongues danced and dueled. His strong muscular arms wrapped around his mother's body, pulling her close. She rubbed herself on his crotch feeling his cock hardening against her pussy through the thin fabric of his boxers. The thought ran through her mind that her son was at least as large as, if not larger than, his father.

Sheryl broke the kiss and stood up and his fully engorged dick sprung up, slipping through the fly of his boxers, its bulbous mushroom head brushing her puffy swollen outer labia. Looking down at his erection, she uttered with a small moan "Oh, I think you might be even bigger than your father." Shifting her hips, Sheryl sat down again, her juicy pussy lips slowly surrounding his pulsating shaft, slipping down its length and sliding over her engorged clit.

Straddling his lap once again, Sheryl pressed herself into her son, feeling his cock trapped between them, mashing her ample breasts into his well muscled chest. "You still haven't said 'Good morning'," she whispered.

"Uh, good morning," he replied, breathlessly, his brain engaging slowly through the fog of hormones addling it. 

"Do you like this, saying 'Good morning' this way, sweetie?"

"Uh..."

"I can tell you like it, sweetheart. I can tell you like it a lot. Would you like to say 'Good morning' to mommy like this every day?"

"Uh, sure."

"How would you like mommy to tell you if your cock is the biggest one she's ever had inside her?"

"Mom?"

"Do you want to put that beautiful cock inside my pussy? Would you like to fuck your mommy with that horse cock? Fuck your mommy until she cums all over your big dick? Fuck my pussy until you shoot your hot cum deep inside? Would you like that, baby? Do you want to give me a nice good morning fuck everyday?"

Jimmy was in total meltdown. He had to be dreaming.

Yeah.

Sure.

Dreaming.

That had to be it. It was the only logical explanation for his mother's behavior. No way could this really be happening. His brain was barely functioning. His body was flushed, keyed up. The heat emanated from her, the pheromones oozing from her every pore short circuiting all of his control. His hands caressed her back on their own accord. If his heart had suddenly stopped Jimmy wouldn't have noticed. 

He felt his mother's lips touch his again with his own. The kiss she gave him was lusty, hungry, as if she wanted to devour his soul. Her tongue explored his mouth and caressed his lips. Sucking his lower lip into her mouth, Sheryl pulled back releasing it with a small 'pop', then looked directly into his eyes and spoke:

"Jimmy?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yeah, mom."

"Do you think I'm beautiful and sexy?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Have you ever thought about having sex with me?"

"Huh?"

"Have you ever jacked that big dick of yours while thinking about fucking me?"

"WHAT?"

"Do you want to fuck me?"

That final question broke through the mist. Shocked, Jimmy blurted: 

"Oh, god, yes, mom, but what about dad and Tiffany? What...?"

Sheryl cut him off with another kiss, sending him back into overload as her hips resumed their rocking motion, rubbing the spread lips of her cunt and the engorged nub of her clit along his hardness. As the kiss ended, she whispered into his ear, "Don't you worry about anything, lover. Mommy will take care of everything. All you need to do is promise me that you will do as I ask. If you can do that, I'll make every fantasy you have about me come true. Promise me, and you can fuck my pussy, my mouth, even my ass. You can cum in me, cum on me, cum where ever you want. Just promise me."

Jimmy groaned "Oh, god! Yes, mom, I promise."

"Will do what I say when I say it?"

"Yes, mom!"

"And I want you to promise, no questions."

"I... I promise!"

"Good boy, Jimmy. I think the first thing mommy will ask is that you sit back and relax while I suck your cock. The second thing is you cum in my mouth so I can taste your cum before I swallow it. Do you think you can do that for your mommy? I want to suck that fat cock until you cum in my mouth."

"Oh, gawd yes, mom, suck my cock. Suck me 'til I cum in your mouth."

"What a good boy you are, Jimmy." Sheryl said, kissing her son again before she slide slowly of his lap, leaving a trail of saliva as she kissed and licked her way down his chest and stomach, grasping his prick in her hands. She squeezed and stroked her son's rod, tonguing her way up the shaft until she was licking and kissing its swollen head. Ruby red lips opened and Jimmy felt his mother's tongue swirl over the head of his pole before she flattened it against his shaft, caressing his member as she sucked him in until she felt him pushing against the back of her throat. Thrice she did this. The fourth time she suppressed her gag reflex and gripping her son's thighs, forced her head down, taking him deep. That pushed Jimmy over the edge, causing him to shoot rope after sticky rope of cum down his mother's throat.

Pulling back a little, Sheryl continued to suck, jack and swallow her son's pulsing cock until she felt his balls begin to relax and his man juice stopped leaking out of his slit. Satisfied she had sucked every last bit of cum out of him, she released him from her mouth with a small pop and stood up, straddling him again, and sat back down on his lap.

"Oh my, that was a tasty treat. If your jizz is always so tasty I just might need it for breakfast every day. Now kiss your mommy."

The dazed teen kissed his mother deeply, barely registering the fact that he tasted his own essence in his mother's mouth. This was something he had never done, nor had ever thought he would do. In fact, if you had asked him the day before he would have either laughed at you or slugged you for question. Now he did it automatically, without thought, so enthralled was he to his mother's desires.

"That's a good boy, Jimmy. You've made me so happy. Now go get some clothes on and get breakfast ready. Some cut fruit, toasted bagels, coffee, juice and poached eggs, please. We'll eat out on the patio before I take your father to the airport. While I'm gone I'll expect you to clean up breakfast, get your chores done, then shower, shave and be ready for me when I get back. Okay?"

"Sure mom, anything you say."

"That's what I like to hear. You're such a good, obedient boy for your mommy."

"I love you, mom."

This simple, stuttered declaration knifed into Sheryl's guts. "Oh my god, what am I doing, what have I done?" flashed in her head as doubt momentarily shook her. Her design had been to use her son as a tool for achieving her goals. It hadn't occurred to her that her thirst for revenge might also hurt her son. He didn't deserve that. But it was too late. She couldn't take it back, couldn't unseduce him. She promised herself that, come what may, she would do everything in her power to make him happy, whatever the cost. In that moment she found herself as enthralled by her son as he was by her.

"I love you too, Jimmy."

The sound of the shower starting set them in motion. Sheryl left her son with one more lingering soft kiss then made her way to the master bathroom. Once there she shucked off the gauzy robe. Naked, she stepped into the shower, pressing hard nipples into her husband's back, hands sliding down and around, until she once more had Bill's cock stiffening.

"Good lord woman, you're insatiable. If this is how you're going to be from now on, maybe I won't need a girlfriend." Bill told his wife as he turned, facing her and pulling her close.

"Not on your life, Billy-boy. If anything changes, it'll be me being there to watch you fuck your girlfriends. The current flavor is Ashley, isn't it, the cute little oriental girl with the big tits and hourglass figure you hired a couple of months ago? Is she the only one? I know sometimes you had two and every so often you had three girls you were fucking. How you could keep fucking me 'til I was sore and keep all those other pussies satisfied is beyond me."

Sheryl pressed closer to her husband so her nipples would run against his chest. The cock she had been stroking was now fully hard again and she began rubbing it over her trimmed red carpet of pubic hair. "Bill, do your girlfriends keep their pussies shaved?" Sheryl asked her husband, visions of her daughter's neatly trimmed and shaved pussy, with its thin V of light brown pubic hair guiding her eyes to her daughter's slit, which was, at the time, being stretched open by her husband's big dick.

"What do you think? Should I shave my pussy bare, shave it down into a landing strip or something like it, or should I keep it as is?" she asked Bill.

"You should definitely go with a landing strip, honey," Bill replied, rubbing a finger along her slit, causing her to moan softly and stroke his cock. "I like the shaved clean look, but a landing strip would look really sexy on you. You know, a little fiery arrow pointing down to your fiery little hole." He punctuated the last statement by plunging a finger into her steaming pussy. "I can't believe how tight you are this morning."

"Hmmm...," Sheryl purred back to her husband, "It shouldn't be that tight or little after the stretching you've gave it last night. Maybe you should stretch it some more."

Smiling lewdly, with his dick firmly in her hand, she turned facing the tiled shower wall. Pushing her breasts against the slick tiles, she thrust out her shapely ass and guided his fuck stick into her. "You need to fuck me again, Bill," she moaned hoarsely. "I told you I was going to drain you dry, so you need to fuck me again. Fuck me good and hard."

Bill thrust into his wife, hard. He thrust over and over, sending her moaning into another climax. He kept pounding his cock into her pussy and her moaning became higher, louder, turning into screams as another orgasm washed over her. Still his assault on her cunt continued as her pleasure peaked again, filling the bathroom with her cries. Finally his thrusting became erratic and she felt his member swelling larger, readying to send his load into her.

"Cum in my mouth, baby, I want you to cum in my mouth. I need a mouth full of your juice. I want it. Give it to me, baby, give me a mouthful of your cum."

"Yeah baby, I'm close. I'm getting ready to cum. Oh gawd, you better get your mouth around my dick. Fuck, I'm close."

Sheryl grabbed Bill's cock as he was withdrawing in preparation for another thrust. Gracefully, like a ballerina who had practiced the move until it was a reflex, she spun herself around and dropped to her knees, then inhaled his cock until she felt the bulbous tip at the back of her throat. Wrapping her luscious lips tightly around his shaft, she sucked hard, cupping his hairy balls with one hand and jacking the exposed part of his pole with the other. Within seconds he shot his load into her mouth, feeling her tongue massage his member as he emptied his already depleted testicles yet again.

She gave his deflating dick a few more hard sucks, making sure she had the last of his juice before swallowing, standing and locking her lips with his. The cooling water forced them apart. Bill turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and grabbed for the towels hanging nearby. 

He handed a towel to Sheryl, "Jesus girl, I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it. It's just as well that I'm going to the convention alone."

"What? You're not taking Ashley to the convention? I planned on draining you dry so little miss Ashley would have to work triple time to get anything from you, now I have to make sure you're so drained you won't have the energy to have a fling while you're gone" Sheryl responded, drying herself.

As her husband left the bathroom to get dressed she thought "So you won't have either of your sluts with you huh? This keeps getting better and better." She finished drying and combed out her wet hair.

Bill was just finishing getting dressed when Sheryl strolled in, went to her closet and found a simple light green sundress which highlighted her hair and complimented her emerald green eyes. Not bothering with bra or panties, she pulled the dress on and went to eat breakfast.

Jimmy was just finishing laying out the table on the patio as his mother instructed. He worked mechanically, brain continuing to float in a fog of sleep deprivation and denial. The interaction he had earlier with his mother was just too surreal. When his father said 'Good morning' he startled so hard that he spilled his coffee on himself. The shock of the hot liquid hitting his chest kick started his brain, or at least the part that controlled speech. "OW! Dammit!" he yelled.

"Jeeze, Jimbo, you okay? You look like hell." Bill asked.

"No, I'm pretty freakin' far from okay," the teen growled back, shaking hand slopping the remaining coffee from the cup as he slammed it on the counter. "Sorry, pops, breakfast is ready on the patio. I just served the eggs. Better go eat while it's hot," he said quickly in a softer tone. "I'm going to go get dressed. I'll be back in a moment." With that, Jimmy beat a hasty retreat from the kitchen for the sanctuary of his bedroom.



He rounded the corner to the hallway and walked right into his mother, nearly knocking her over. Reflexively, his strong arms reached out, one managing to wrap around her waist, the other ending up under her arm, more or less. Well, less of under her arm and more of cupping her breast, his thumb just under a stiffening nipple. The contact was electric for both mother and son. For her, it was a spark that shot through her, leaving a sensual tingling that brought her body to instant arousal. 

For him, it was like touching uninsulated high voltage cables. The shock literally threw him back several feet. Not daring to speak, or even look at his mom, he rushed down the hall to his room. Closing the door, Jimmy let out a breath, sat heavily in the chair next to his desk, pressed his hands to his face and tried to think. Yes, he had had fantasies about his mom. Yes, the blowjob she'd given him earlier had brought him the most intense orgasm he ever had. And yes, the idea having more of the same later would be a dream come true.



On the other hand, actually having an incestuous relationship with his mom was almost too much. What about his dad, his sister? What the hell was his mother doing?




A Mother's Revenge Ch. 02



What the hell was he doing? Incest was wrong, just wrong. Fucking his own mother, her cheating on his father with him, their son? Nothing good could come of it. And what about those promises she had him make to her? To say he was freaked out would be a gross understatement.

It was like he didn't know his mom at all. She had always been so prim and proper. She had never been so vocal while having sex with his dad, not while he or his sister had been around anyway. And there had never been any hints of the succubus that had assaulted him that morning. What the fuck had happened? Had she always been like this, concealing a hidden side under the mask of respectable wife and mother? If so, why now? If not, what the fuck had changed?

The one thing that was certain was the memory of her sucking his cock until he'd shot his load, and her swallowing every last drop made his dick so hard it hurt. Unknowingly, he had been stroking his cock. 

Their last encounter played out again in his mind. Only this time, instead of jerking away and running for the seclusion of his room, the hand that had cupped the side of her bountiful bosom had caressed it up to her stiffened nipple. His fingers pinched it, hard, had hearing her gasp in pleasure, he had pulled it upward and toward him while his other hand slide up her back until he took hold of a clump of hair at the base of her neck. Now controlling her head with one hand and body with the other, he forced her mouth to his. Locking lips, his tongue pushed hers open, invading her mouth as he squeezed the nipple he was still pinching until she screamed around the tongue-gag.

Forcing her up against the wall, he let go of both hair and nipple and reached down to the bare, silky smooth thighs below her perfect ass. Gripping her thighs tightly, he pulled them apart and lifted her up, still trapped between his body and the wall with his tongue fucking her mouth, until he could feel her exposed cunt touch the head of his engorged member which had escaped through the fly of his boxers. With one powerful motion, he buried his cock into the sauna of her fuck-hole, straight to the hilt, causing her to scream of muffled cry into his mouth as the orgasm took her. Pulling his mouth away, he looked into her emerald eyes. "So you want to cheat on my father and fuck your own son, do you? Then I'm going to fuck you and make you cum so hard you'll beg to be my own personal fuck-toy, you cock sucking slut!" his fantasy self said. That last thought triggered a massive orgasm and his jism shot out of his throbbing tool, splattering his shirt, arms neck, thighs, hands, desk, and just about everything else within a two foot radius.

Dazed, Jimmy took a moment to compose himself. The release rebooted his brain, clearing the fuzz of hormone fog and exhaustion cobwebs that had befuddled him earlier. As he cleaned up the mess he had just made, several items became very clear to him.

First, he was going to fuck his own mother. Second, he didn't just want to fuck her, he wanted to dominate her completely. Third, something had happened to his mom in the last day and he was going to find out what. Fourth, his mom was playing at something. He didn't know what it was, but he was damned well going to find out. Lastly, to do all this, he needed to play along, at least for a while, until he got the answers he was looking for.

Resolved to a course of action, he cleaned up, donned fresh clothes, and went to join his parents for breakfast.



A Mother's Revenge Ch. 03



All characters are over 18, copyright 2011




Breakfast had been a strange affair. Bill had been too worn out to notice much, and Sheryl had made sure he stayed distracted by doing what she had always done after they had shared a night of passionate love-making. She sat close to her husband, so that her thigh made contact with his, often touching his arm with hers. Occasionally, lean over and kiss him on the cheek. She would get up and refill his coffee, always in such a way to be able to brush her breasts against some part of him, hugging him close and delivering another kiss before sitting down. It had been months since she'd done so.

Their lovemaking had always been regular and the sex good, if not great. If it lacked anything, it was intensity. After nearly two decades of marriage, that was natural. The intensity level always increased whenever he took a new mistress. Usually the new intensity came from him, but not always.

When she first told him she couldn't keep up with his sex drive he'd been apologetic. She hadn't blamed him, telling him he had never pressured or forced her. When she suggested he find a mistress, he'd been surprised. When she insisted, he'd been shocked. 

In a last ditch attempt to dissuade, he demanded that she would meet and approve of any prospective mistress before the relationship began. She agreed, but flatly refused his suggestion that she have the same freedom under the same conditions, saying it would only be fair if he wasn't able to match her sex drive, in which case he wouldn't need a mistress. Then she laughed that if she couldn't keep up with the one man she truly loved, there was no way she could keep up with two.

Breakfast for Jimmy, on the other hand...

His mom and dad were acting like newlyweds. It would happen at times, but never quite like this. At one point his dad realized the spectacle they were making in front of their son, but chuckled "Son, you know how affectionate your mother can be when she's really happy with me. I guess this morning she is really happy." His mother giggled her agreement and gave his father a kiss on the cheek. 

Bill and Jimmy were finishing their meal when Sheryl stood up and said she was going to check the flight to make sure it was on time. Before she went into the house she stood behind Jimmy's chair and gave him a motherly hug. "Don't mind me and your dad, Jimmy. You know we love you." She planted a peck at the top of his forehead and left. The spots on his shoulders that felt the incidental touch of her breasts burned like fire. 

As she had made her way out of the bathroom for the breakfast her son had prepared, the two of them had stumbled into each other by accident. Jimmy had reflexively reached to keep her from falling, one hand ending around her waist, the other cupping one of her breasts. The touch had set her on fire, and given that she'd seduced her son less than thirty minutes before, she'd expected he would have drawn her close for a kiss and a grope. Instead he had flinched back hard and without speaking or looking at her had fled to his room. When he had joined them some minutes later, he seemed very calm, very collected, neither avoiding eye contact with her or Bill, nor avoiding her touch when she had stretched her leg out under the table to play footsie with his groin.

But now Sheryl was having second thoughts about what she was planning. Yesterday, when she had seen her husband and daughter together, she had snapped. She could have stormed in and confronted them both. But instead, she had looked on in a cloud of anger, betrayal and lust. After she'd left, she masturbated furiously and then concocted a scheme to strike back.

The drive to the airport hadn't left her much time to reflect on the last twenty-four hours. She had pulled Bill's penis from his pants as soon as they had left the house and sucked on it until they arrived at the airport. He had been so drained



The drive home, on the other hand, left ample time for reflection. Jimmy had declared his love for her, not just a son's love for his mother, but something far deeper. She had seen it in his eyes, heard it in his voice, felt it in her very soul. That she was using him as a pawn in her scheme gnawed at her. But she couldn't undo what had been done. She needed his help to get at the other two women in Bill's life; his girlfriend, one of many he had taken at Sheryl's insistence when his libido had proven too much for her to handle, and her daughter Tiffany. 

Sheryl had nothing against Bill's girlfriend/mistress/office assistant. Ashley was a petite, beautiful and shapely Amerasian girl. She was also smart, clever and efficient at her work, and considerate. The first time Sheryl had met her, Ashley had asked if she was okay with Bill having an affair with her. The conversation had been friendly. Ashley had been charmingly concerned that she would come between Sheryl and Bill or cause them marital problems. Her concern had been touching and her honesty refreshing.

Tiffany, however, was a different matter. Sheryl and her daughter were very close, as much friends as mother and daughter. Maybe that's why seeing her daughter having sex with, then making love to her husband had been such a shock, no, a betrayal. Fathers and daughters weren't supposed to have sex with each other. Friends don't steal their friends' lovers. 

Sheryl didn't believe Bill had instigated the relationship; he'd been reluctant enough to go outside the bounds of marriage for sex, until Sheryl herself had insisted. That meant that Tiffany had seduced her father, making her the guilty party. That Bill had succumbed to his daughter's obvious charms made him only slightly less guilty. The son of a bitch should have told her what was going on, or refused their daughter. But Sheryl could see how it would have been difficult for her husband to resist if Tiffany had been determined.

Tiffany was, by any measure of the word, a knockout. She was a bit shorter than her mother, not quite as full in the breasts or butt, but hadn't borne two children either. Her features weren't as delicate as her mother's, but she had deep blue eyes set above an adorably cute button nose. Her high cheeks were lightly dusted with freckles. She did share her mother's full sensuous lips, lips that begged to be kissed. On top of her purely physical enticements, Tiffany exuded a sort of sensuality that caused heads to turn, both men and women. "Damn it," Sheryl said aloud to herself, "She could have any man she wanted. Why did she have to pick Bill?" That question triggered a flood of anger that washed away her doubts, reinforcing her determination to go forward with her plans. Her resolve bolstered, she went by an ATM, withdrew some cash and made several purchases. Then another idea struck her. Pulling out her cell phone, she made an appointment at a spa/salon.

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Jimmy was beat. A late night combined with little sleep and the weirdest freaking morning he'd ever had. Then he'd topped it off by working hard to finish all his Saturday chores. Kitchen cleanup, both from the aborted meal of the previous evening and breakfast, followed by yard work, then skimming and vacuuming the pool, all under the hot summer sun. He only hoped he would have time for a nap before his mom returned. 

His mom, what the fuck was going on with her? She had given him a blowjob that morning while his dad had still been in bed. No, it had been more than just a blowjob. She had sat on his lap nearly naked, kissed him while rubbing her hot body wantonly on his. Then she proceeded to lick him, suck him and then finally deep throat him, swallowing every drop of jism he'd expelled, before crawling back into his lap. Afterwards she'd promised him she would be his lover.

All Jimmy needed to do in return was do as she asked, with no questions. That he was a fit, horny teenage boy who had fantasized about having sex with his extremely attractive mother for years made it impossible to say 'no' to her. So he didn't. 

It had crossed Jimmy's mind that he had hallucinated the entire episode. Exhaustion combined with sleep deprivation has been known to cause people to have 'waking dreams' on occasion. Even now he didn't fully believe that she was going to come home and have sex with him, her only son and oldest child. But just in case, he'd done as he imagined she asked. So, now finished with the last of his chores, he went inside for a shower and shave. Once he finished drying himself, he dressed in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt then lay down on his bed, seeking the sleep his body craved.

His mind refused to shut down. Jimmy just laid there, eyes closed, thoughts and images whirling in a mélange of hope, expectation, confusion and raw desire, a desire that had manifested itself in his thickening manhood. Several minutes passed as he focused on his breathing. Then he heard the garage door open. His mom was home.

"Now what?" he asked himself. "What the fuck do you think? Strip naked, go find your mom and fuck her brains out," his head responded. "But what if..." "But what? You want to, deep down. You're making this shit up, about how this was all a dream or a hallucination. Your mom sat on your lap nearly naked. You got hard and horny because she is a beautiful woman you've fantasized about for years. She gave you a blow job and swallowed you load. You promised her to do shit she asked with no questions, because she said if you did you could fuck her anyway you wanted. You also decided you want to dominate her. How is that going to happen? It won't with you hiding in your room. You decided you were going to play her game to find out what's going on. So get your game face on and go play." 

He heard the garage door open, which ended his internal conversation. Jimmy stripped, taking a moment to fold both underwear and t-shirt before putting them away. Now nude, with his large cock already stiffening as his life's blood rushed to his manhood, he strode purposely into the kitchen. His mother, Sheryl, was setting plain white paper shopping bag with handles on the breakfast table. Seeing her son enter, naked, penis erect, Sheryl smiled at her son, her nipples hardening the moistness between her legs increasing. "I see you're ready for me. Did you finish your chores like I asked?"

"Yeah, I did," was his reply as he closed the distance between them. One muscular arm snaked out and wrapped around her lithe torso pulling her to him. The other hand twined its fingers in her hair and pulled her head back sharply. Sheryl had time to gasp before her son crushed his lips to hers. Moaning her desire, her luscious lips parted as his tongue pushed its way in, invading her oral cavity. Her hands began exploring his nude form, the hard musculature of his body. Jimmy pushed his leg between hers, forcing them apart, until she found her pussy pressed firmly on his thigh. Their arousal deepened as the kiss became more impassioned and soon Sheryl found herself dry humping her son's bare leg through the thin fabric of her sundress. They held the tableau for a short time, writhing in each others arms.

Sheryl felt his hand release her and work the zipper of her dress. She moved back, disentangling herself enough to let the light green garment fall from her shoulders. Stepping free of both her sundress and sandals in smooth motions, she stood before her son, as naked and exposed as he. Jimmy picked his mother up easily setting her on the counter edge so her dripping pussy was lined up to his powerful tool, itself oozing lubricating pre-cum. "So, mother dear, you promised to tell me something," he said, moving forward until the pulsing mushroom head was nestled firmly in her wet slit.

"And what did I say I would tell you?' she responded, her voice husky with desire.

"Whether my cock was the biggest you ever had inside you," he growled back, pushing his steel hard rod into the silken oven of her willing pussy, entering her with a single long slow thrust. 

Sheryl mewed, a high keening cry as he penetrated her sex, the muscles of her vaginal walls clamping tightly against her son's throbbing meat as the friction of it sent her into a shuddering orgasm. Still he kept pushing forward, invading her body, violating the taboo space no son should ever trespass. She felt it when he bumped against her cervix, but still he kept pushing, opening her up more as he fed more of his cock into her. Finally, she felt him bottom out deep inside her, the touch of him against the deepest part of her increased in pressure as he buried himself fully, stopping only when his pubic bone was wedged firmly against her. Sheryl had never felt so full. His cock twitched inside her and she felt him grow thicker, longer, the pressure combined with the knowledge that she was fully impaled on her son's cock brought her over the edge, triggering anther climax.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhhaaauuughmygawd" she howled, wrapping herself around her son, hanging on the way a drowning sailor clutches at any bit of flotsam; automatically, desperately, instinctively.  Her long legs were locked around his torso, her arms around his chest as if she attempting to meld to him, as if somehow his body would absorb hers the way algae absorbs nutrients. Since Jimmy couldn't move his body, he contented himself by flexing his cock. It was so firmly embedded in vice grip of his mother's quim that every movement sent another wave of pleasure rippling through her.  "Oh dear lord baby, what are you doing to me?" she murmured into his neck, drool leaking from her lips.

Jimmy took hold of a clump of his mother's hair at the base of her skull, forcing her head up so he could look into her unfocused, glazed eyes. "I'm doing what I've fantasized about doing for so long."  With that, he leaned down to engulf her mouth with his. The kiss sent jolts of electricity through them both, unlocking her limbs sufficiently to allow him to start fucking her with long, slow forceful strokes, the only kind that could be managed in the velvety iron clamp of her womanhood, each stroke causing more groans of passion from both mother and son. Feeling his balls tighten, Jimmy pulled her head back. "Look at me mother. I want you to look at my face when I cum inside you. Look at your son's face when he cums inside his slut mother's CUNT!"  

With the last shouted word, Jimmy thrust hard inside her sending him over the edge, losing control, spraying her insides with white hot ropes of his essence. Sheryl's reaction at feeling her womb bathed in her son's smoldering jism was immediate, a massive orgasm washed through her, a tsunami that flooded the very core of her being. Her mouth gaped open, eyes rolled back, body convulsing as her own juices flooded her vaginal cavity, mixing with the sticky stream from her son, creating a river that overflowed the cock dam stuffed in her pussy.

Jimmy held his mother close, mixed fluids seeping around his dick, dripping onto the counter, trickling down his thighs until their panting breath became more even. Eventually, she was able to focus her eyes, focus them on her lover's face, her son's face. She saw him looking at her with a look of tenderness that belied the forceful way in which he had just taken her, a look of passion, desire, need, a look of love.

"My god Jimmy, what did you do to me? I've never, ever felt like that, never cum that hard, that long, or that many times with just one fuck," Sheryl finally managed to whisper, once she had regained control of her voice. "How did you know how to do that to me?" she repeated.

"I guess you kinda got me worked up," he grinned. Jimmy kissed her again, slowly, savoring the feel of her soft lips and dancing tongue. Gently he withdrew his deflating penis from his mother, causing her to gasp into his mouth as one last climax shuddered through her. Now unblocked, the trickle of fluids became a stream, flowing from her well-fuck cunt onto the counter, down his legs, puddling on the floor.

"Baby, you need to let me up. The counter isn't as comfortable as it looks," Sheryl told him, unraveling her graceful limbs from his body. Jimmy helped his mother off the counter, supporting her as rubbery knees threatened to buckle. Sheryl clung to him gratefully. "Come on lover, help me to the bathroom. We need to get cleaned up. We have an appointment to get to a bit later.

Instead of letting her walk, Jimmy gathered her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. She held onto him, arms around his neck, head resting on his broad shoulder. Once there, he set her on her feet as if she were a porcelain figurine. "Thank you, baby. Now be a dear and go clean up the kitchen. Then come join me in the shower."

"Sure mom, anything you say."

Sheryl smiled at her son. "Good answer, baby. With an attitude like that, we're going to have a lot of fun together."

Jimmy left. Sheryl used the toilet then started the shower, getting in after the water warmed and the temperature had been adjusted to her liking. She stepped in, letting the water flow over her head. The warm water was a pleasure on her skin, left sensitive from ecstasy she'd just experienced. She had spoken the truth to her son. He husband was an excellent lover, never failing to please her. Her only issue had ever been that she couldn't keep up with his appetite for sex, so much so she'd convinced him to take lovers outside their marriage. But the pleasure she'd just received at the hands of her son was nothing like she could have imagined.

She loved her husband. That hadn't changed. If she hadn't, she would not have felt so threatened by the incestuous love she'd witnessed yesterday between him and her daughter. She knew Bill loved her as well. But now she could understand, at least a little. If the intensity of their pleasure was anything like what she had just been through, then the jealousy her husband was eventually going to feel should make him understand what she had felt.

She also knew that she was going to continue in her relationship with Jimmy, even after she had dealt with the others. The way he had taken her, he had been completely in control. And she had been enthralled by it.

Sheryl also loved her son deeply. He had always been a bright, happy child. He had grown through some awkward times during puberty, but those had been endearing. By the time he got to high school, however, he had grown into a handsome and funny teenager. He certainly dated, a lot.

At the end of his senior year, he was an intelligent, attractive young man. Jimmy was always making his mother and sister laugh, even getting his father to chuckle with some of his wordplay. At some unacknowledged level, Sheryl had begun to desire her own son.

The taboos against incest, her outrage at the immorality of its very notion, had died a screaming death at the sight of her husband and daughter in their carnal embrace. In its place came lust. Lust for her son and a desire to watch her son use his sister the way her father had. And after his sister, she would make sure he did the same to his father's mistress.

And she would watch and satisfy herself with Jimmy afterwards.

Then she would deal with Bill. He had hurt her badly and he would know it. If it ended their marriage, and she was confident it wouldn't, then it would be on her terms. Bill could have his mistress, but her son and daughter would be hers. She would make certain of it.

The next part should be easy. Jimmy and Tiffany had already broken the incest taboo with a parent. Sheryl had seen how they had looked at each other at times, when they thought neither their sibling nor anyone else was watching.

Her reverie was broken when her son stepped into the shower. Sheryl asked him what time it was. They had some time, but not much. Admonishing Jimmy to mind his manners and not get carried away, the lovers washed each other with a generous amount of touching and teasing caresses. Jimmy's cock began inflating, but Sheryl insisted they rinse and dress for their appointment. She could see he wanted to ask, but remembered his promise of 'no questions' and bit his tongue. "Don't worry lover, I'm sure you're going to enjoy it, or at least everything that's going to come afterwards," she responded to his questioning look.




A Mother's Revenge Ch. 03



Jimmy chose a pair of faded blue cargo pants and a short-sleeved white button down shirt that showed off his youthful athletic frame. He combed out his hair and went to wait for his mom in the living room  He didn't have to wait for long. She walked into the living room. The sight of her made his cock twitch.

Sheryl had dressed in a tight fitting sleeveless white tee shirt - eschewing a bra, which made her wide aureoles and large nipples visible through the thin cotton - and a denim skirt, cut several inches above the knees, which revealed the shapely curve of her well-toned ass and thighs. A pair of high-heeled pumps displayed the graceful lines of her long legs to maximum effect. Her ears sported golden hoop earrings. Around the pale skin of her throat was a black satin choker fastened with a clasp made from mother-of-pearl. 

"Damn mom. You're fucking HOT!" escaped Jimmy's lips.

Sheryl blushed at the compliment. Though her husband often told her she was beautiful, she couldn't remember the last time anyone told her she was hot. The blush reached her nipples which stiffened and became even more visible as they pressed against the fabric of her top. "So I guess you won't be embarrassed to be seen out with your dumpy old mom then?" she responded.

"Oh please!" Jimmy shot back. "None of the girls I ever dated looked half as sexy!"

"A date? I like the sound of that," she purred, gathering her purse.

"Yeah?" An idea sprang to Jimmy's mind. He walked over to his mom, leaned casually against the wall and looked her straight into her emerald eyes, "Hey Sheryl, I'd like to go out with you. What are you doing tonight?"

Sheryl met his hazel eyes and smiled. Her blush deepened, nipples hardening even more, "I don't know, what did you have in mind?"

Jimmy smiled back. "I'm thinking about an early dinner at this Cuban restaurant I found and then hitting a reggae/ska club I know for music and dancing."

"You want to take me to dinner and then go dancing tonight?" Sheryl asked, pleased.

"Yeah, okay sure, since you asked. I'm not doing anything later, except an appointment this afternoon with my mom. Why don't you pick me up there afterwards?"

"And how often does THAT particular line work out?" Sheryl asked, giggling.

"You'd be surprised," Jimmy replied, smirking. "It depends on the girl and the signals I think she's sending me. I can usually pick up on when a girl is actively interested. And a pre-breakfast blow job, followed by a fuck on a kitchen counter aren't really subtle hints, you know."

"Well then, Jimmy McManus, I this case you're right. That cheesy line does work with this girl."

"Great!" Jimmy replied. Then he reached out and grabbing both his mother's now prominent nipples and pulled her to him. Sheryl gasped. Being asked out on a date by her son, like she was a teenage girl, and the confidence with which he set about it, had excited her. His bold touch sent a rush of excitement surging through her loins. He gathered her into a quick impassioned kiss. Releasing his mother, Jimmy told her, "Tonight you're not my mom, you're Sheryl, the most beautiful, sexiest woman I've ever gone out with."

"Okay, sweetheart, it sounds wonderful. Let's go. We're going to be late." 



A Mother's Revenge Ch. 04



All characters over 18. Copyright 2011

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The drive was a pleasant affair. Mother and son chatted and laughed easily, flirting and teasing each other, Sheryl's darker motivations and Jimmy's determination to unravel recent events forgotten in the enjoyment of each other's company. Eventually Sheryl pulled into the parking lot of an upscale spa and beauty salon. 

Sheryl saw the look on her son's face and said, "We're going to get waxed. I want to be nice and sexy for you. And I've always fantasized about having a lover who was all nice and smooth for me. It's something I could never talk your father into, but you'll do it for me, won't you sweetheart? I promise your mommy will make it up to you." She added the last with a sexy, wanton tone and a look of lust.

"Okay, mom, I'll do this for you, but later you're going to do something for me." Jimmy paused a bit, and then continued, "You're going to give me your ass. This morning you said I could fuck your pussy, your mouth; I could even fuck your ass. I'll keep my promise to you, mom, but you have to do the same."

"Okay, sweetheart, but I've never let anyone do that to me before. Just be gentle with me. Okay, Jimmy?"

"Of course, mom, I don't want it to hurt. I don't want to hurt you. I love you. I want you to enjoy it. Trust me?"

"Yes, baby, I trust you, and I love you too."

They sealed their bargain with a kiss. Jimmy's hands strayed to his mother's breasts, fondling them as they kissed. Sheryl broke it off saying, "I love you, but we need to get inside for our appointment."

They entered the business and Sheryl checked in, right on time. Without delay, they were ushered inside. The first part of the appointment was haircuts, then they were led to different rooms for the second part: the waxing.

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A short while later... Jimmy was in near agony. Everything he heard or imagined about being waxed seemed to be true. And it seemed to go on forever. Finally, he was finished, and the woman attending to him began spreading a soothing lotion onto his abused skin.

The woman, an attractive, rubenesque 'dirty blond' in her late twenties, had maintained a chatty, flirty monologue while denuding his body of hair. By the time she was rubbing the lotion into his genitals, it was apparent by the twin points of her hard nipples pushing against her black tee-shirt that she was more than a little aroused.

Her ministrations had Jimmy aroused as well. He was hard as she worked the lotion into his now-smooth balls and along his shaft. Breathing hard, she told him, "We don't do 'happy endings' here. Not that I don't want to, but I'm engaged. And if I don't quit right now, I'm going to start feeling like I've been cheating on my fiancée."

Pulling herself away with visible reluctance, she gestured to a door. "There's a shower in there. You can have a few minutes to clean up and, uh, take care of this," she said, giving his dick one last squeeze, "and if you want to imagine a 'happy ending' I won't mind." She gave him a smile and left.

Jimmy hit the shower, turning the water to cold. He had wanted to jack-off badly, but figured that he would need to save his energy for what lay ahead. The water, though not frigid, was cool, and soon brought his erection down to a semi-flaccid state. At least he could get dressed without tenting his pants. Jimmy dried, dressed, combed his hair, and went to the front to wait for his mom.

The waiting room next to the receptionist's desk was small, but tastefully appointed. There were several deeply padded love seats and a couch in black leather. The coffee and end tables were made of gleaming chrome and glass. The walls had artful photographic portraits of beautiful people, some of which were clients. Jimmy took a seat on the couch.

An older woman, blond and curvaceous and strikingly attractive despite the lines in her face marking her age entered the salon and traded a few word with the receptionist. She turned to survey the waiting area, and as her eyes rested on Jimmy her face broke into an easy smile. She walked over to him and said, "Hello. My, aren't you a handsome young man. Would you mind terribly, if I sat with you while I wait?"

Jimmy, now playing the part of a gentleman (Dumas's "Three Musketeers" had been one of his favorite books during his 'awkward years' of puberty), rose and replied, "It would be my pleasure." 

"Oh, handsome and polite," the woman responded, extending her hand. "My name is Jean."

Jimmy took her hand, and bowed, bringing it to his lips. He planted a light, dry kiss on the back of her hand. "My name is Jimmy," he said. Still holding her hand lightly in his, he guided her to a place on the couch and helped her sit. Releasing her hand, he sat facing her.

Jean spoke, "I suppose it would be too much to expect that a charming young man such as yourself is single. I'm sure we could have quite a good time getting to know each other."

"I'm sure we could," Jimmy replied with a soft chuckle, "but I am waiting on a special lady. Tonight is our first date together."

"How lucky for her, and so unfortunate for me," Jean lamented with a hint of amusement. Then she continued, "If things don't work out between you and her, or even if they do, it would make me very happy if you would agree to have lunch with me sometime. It isn't often I meet a man l find so fascinating. I hope we can become good friends. At any rate, please call me." She handed him a card from her purse, which read 'Jean Dubeval - Consultant, Attorney at Law', and listed a phone number.

"On occasion I find a young person I take an interest in. One of my greatest joys is to help that person grow into his or her potential. You may find my interest advantageous. And don't worry; I'm not in the habit of seducing men who are already attached. Most of the relationships I develop with the people I take an interest in are very satisfying, regardless of whether sex is involved or not."

Jimmy took her card and put it in his wallet. "Thank you, Jean. I think having lunch with you would be very nice."

"Good," she replied, "I'm glad. Call me at that number anytime, day or night. If I don't answer, leave your name and a number where I can reach you. Be sure I'll be looking forward to hearing from you."

Their conversation was interrupted by the receptionist, who came to usher Jean to her appointment. Jimmy rose and offered his hand to help her up. As she was leaving, Sheryl entered the waiting area. Jean paused a moment, regarding Sheryl with her intelligent blue eyes. 

"You must be the 'special lady' that charming gentleman mentioned," Jean said, with a knowing smile, glancing at Jimmy. "I envy you. Please don't be angry, but I invited your 'boyfriend' to lunch. I extend that invitation to you as well."

Sheryl, startled by the woman, the forward manner in which she addressed her, and the way she said 'boyfriend', was taken aback, temporarily speechless. She managed a brief "Thank you" in reply before the woman swept around her, incidentally brushing against her as she went past.

Sheryl had been thoroughly aroused while she had been waxed, and had paused to finger herself to an unsatisfying climax before she showered and dressed. The brief contact of her rubbing against another woman's body now reignited her ardor, a fire spreading from the points of contact to warm her entire body.

"Who was that?" Sheryl asked her son as he came to meet her.

"An attorney," Jimmy told her as they left. "She propositioned me, but I turned her down. Then she invited me to lunch, which I accepted. It seemed to be the polite thing to do. Besides, she might be able to help me find a job for the summer." Seeing his mother's face cloud, Jimmy added, "Don't worry, there's nothing she could do to take me away from the woman with whom I've fallen so madly in love."

"So you're madly in love with me?" Sheryl asked her son as they reached the car.

"Mom, I've had a crush on you for a long time. I love you, but after this morning, I realize I'm in love with you too. I don't want this relationship to end, ever," he told her, drawing her close.

"Jimmy, I'm in love with you too. And I can't say I blame her," Sheryl said, sidling up to her son and bringing her lips close to his ear. "If I wasn't already fucking you I think I would be doing everything I could to get you between my legs, my handsome stud of a son," she whispered into his ear before sucking in the lobe and nibbling it, sending a tingle down his body. She purred, seductively, "As it is I'm not sure I'm going to be able to keep my hands off you."

Breaking their embrace, Sheryl took the keys from her purse. "Maybe we should get together with her for a threesome. Just thinking about watching you fuck another woman senseless before you do the same to me is getting me all wet." 

Jimmy pulled his mom into another embrace and plucked the keys from her hand. "Hey, mom, I've got a date tonight and need to borrow the car," he said, then kissed her, hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth which she accepted willingly.

Releasing her, Jimmy said, "Thanks, mom." Pressing the appropriate button on the electronic key fob, he unlocked the car and led her to the passenger side, opening the door for her and holding her hand as he helped her inside. Before he closed the door, Sheryl parted her legs, pulling the hem of her skirt up to expose her sex, naked and hairless except for a thin neat line that was all that remained of her auburn pubic patch. The sight of her bare pussy being exposed to him in public caused Jimmy to go fully erect, tenting his loose fitting pants.

"I see you like it. It feels so smooth. I can't wait for you to touch it. I'm dying to touch you. We may just have to find somewhere quiet before dinner," she growled lustily, before swinging her leg inside and buckling her seatbelt.

Jimmy got behind the wheel, buckled up and started the car. He pulled into traffic and was soon heading to the restaurant he had in mind. "So Sheryl, have you ever had Cuban food?" he asked, his hand sliding over to hers. Jimmy brought his mother's hand to his mouth and kissed it, sending a thrill through her. "Hey, you're not wearing your..."

"...Wedding ring?" she finished his sentence. "No. I belong to you and you alone until you're father gets home. But you see I'm wearing my engagement ring so everyone will know I'm taken." She guided his hand under her skirt until it rested against her bare flesh... releasing it, she moved her hand into his lap and started stroking his cock. "I hope this isn't too distracting Jim."

"No, not too distracting, but I don't think I can drive, talk and do this at the same time."

"We don't need to talk, just enjoy."

By the time they got to the restaurant, Jimmy had a raging hard-on and Sheryl was pushing hard against his hand. Fortunately, because it was still early, the parking lot was relatively empty. Sheryl directed her son to a relatively secluded spot behind the place where he found a space between two SUV's. "Pull in there," she told him.

He parked, got out of the car and made his way around to the passenger side to open the door. Sheryl saw the tent on his pants and said, "We can't have you going in like that. Here, help me out."

He offered his hand and she stood up and pulled him close. Her hand went back down to his crotch and squeezed his cock, hard. "I need you to fuck me right here, right now. I can't wait any longer and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer," she said, unbuckling his belt and opening his pants. She closed the door and leaned her back against the car, hiking her skirt up. "Get that cock of yours out of you pants and into my pussy. Do it now, baby, fuck your mommy hard," she pleaded.

Jimmy opened his pants and pulled down his boxers. Sheryl held onto to the waistband of his pants to keep them from dropping around his ankles, pulling him to her. "Put it in, baby. Give your mommy the fucking she needs. I'm so wet for you, just stick it in and fuck me."

Jimmy took his throbbing cock in hand, its bulbous head smeared with pre-cum. Steadying himself against the car with his other hand, he bent his knees and held his shaft down so the head wedged against his mother's weeping gash. He moved it up and down her slit a few times, causing her to moan in anticipation, sucking in her breath as the head parted the folds of her slit, making contact with the tender inner labia. As he would move it upwards, he made sure to rub against her engorged clit, making her gasp with pleasure.

A climax tore through her, body shuddering as she whined, "Please baby, don't tease me any more, just shove it in, baby, pleeeasssee." 

"OOOOHHHH GGAAWWWWD!" she cried as he rammed his cock, burying himself inside her wet steaming hole, all the way to the hilt. Sheryl was now firmly pinned against her car, toes hardly touching the ground as her weight was supported between the mass of the vehicle and the body of her son, fully impaled on her son's turgid pulsating dick.

Jimmy's hands, now free, pulled her shirt up, exposing her puffy nipples to his view. He cupped her breasts, massaging her firm flesh, thumbs flicking at the underside of her extended nubs, setting them afire.

"Oh yes, baby, play with my tities, I love it when you AAAUUUUGH!" she cried as Jimmy clamped fingers and thumbs on her swollen nipples, squeezing and pulling hard, crashing her into an orgasm.

Slowly withdrawing so only the head of his cock was still inside her, he thrust home again, eliciting a groan of ecstasy from his mother. Thrust followed thrust, separated by brief pauses that had Sheryl grinding her hips against her son. She whimpered in delight as he increased his pace, hammering into her sodden cunt.

Another climax torn through her slender frame, making her shiver with carnal, incestuous lust. She felt his cock expand, signaling his impending orgasm.

"Cum in my mouth baby," she panted. "I want you to shoot your load down my throat. I need to taste your cum, please baby," she begged her son.

Jimmy withdrew his fleshy pole, allowing his mother to sink to her knees. As her face drew level with his cock, slimy with her juices, she sucked him in, hands grabbing his ass, pulling him in until her nose was pressed against his newly bared skin, forcing his cock deep into her throat.

Jimmy exploded inside her as she swallowed him, the muscles of her throat milking his load as he spurted rope after rope of his creamy jism into her willing maw. Releasing her grip on his butt, he pulled back until he felt her talented tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his prick. She sucked him hard, tongue working its magic, coaxing more of his essence into her mouth until it was filled with his semen.

Sheryl gulped down his sperm hungrily and resumed her suction. Her full luscious lips sealed tightly around his shaft. She continued the tongue massage, flicking it over his sensitive glans, sucking even harder, trying to drain every last drop of cream from his depleted testicles.

Satisfied he was truly empty, Sheryl licked his deflating cock, relishing in the taste of their combined juices until he was clean. "Thank you, baby, I needed that." she told him. 

Jimmy stuck his dick back into his boxers and fixed his pants. Then he took Sheryl's hands in his and helped her to her feet and pulled her into a hug, kissing her fiercely. She returned his ardor, not noticing her skirt and shirt were still pulled up high, leaving her sex exposed.

"Fuck! That was fucking hot!"

The sound of those words snapped the incestuous lovers back into the world. Looking over to where the words came, the saw a pretty Latina, evidently a waitress, staring at them. She was average height, long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, and the skirt she wore came to mid thigh, exposing long legs and showing off the shapely curve of her ass. She had medium sized breasts, enough to accentuate the curve of her hips and her narrow waist. She was obviously braless and very turned on as her nipples made hard points against the white of her button down shirt.

Sheryl blushed, her skin turning a deep crimson, and hastily adjusted her clothing. Jimmy smiled and called over, "I'm glad you enjoyed the show!" This, in turn, caused the waitress to giggle as a flush spread up her neck and added color to her cheeks. She took another deep drag of her cigarette, dropped it and crushed it out with her toe, before turning and hurrying inside.

Jimmy gave his mother another deep kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth before taking her by the arm. "Come on, let's go eat," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

The two entered the establishment and were seated immediately, Jimmy holding the chair for his mom as she sat. Taking his own seat he waved off the menus offered by the hostess. "We already know what we want, but first, please bring the lady here a mojito. I'll take a Jupina. Thank you, miss" he said, dismissing her with a smile.

"I see you've been here before, sir, that's an excellent choice for your beverages. Marisol will be your waitress. She'll be with you in just a moment." My name is Alicia. Please enjoy your meal," she said giving them both a large friendly smile before leaving.

"How did you find this place, Jimmy?" Sheryl inquired.

"Accidentally. Me and some friends were coming home from a ball-game last year. We were hungry because we decided to skip eating a bunch of crap at the game. This was the first place we saw. I've been back several times since. The food here is great!"

"So, what are we having?"

"You'll see. Don't worry Sheryl, you're gonna love it."

Their waitress came up with their drinks, and nearly dropped her tray when she noticed the couple sitting at her table. Looking up, Jimmy and Sheryl recognized the waitress who had seen them in the parking lot. The woman blushed again as they smiled at her. Fumbling nervously, she barely managed to serve their drinks without spilling. 

"Hi," she stammered, the nipples hard points threatening to tear the fabric of her shirt. "I'm Marisol. I'll take your order if you're ready."

Jimmy and Sheryl burst into laughter at the girl's discomfiture, but then Jimmy said, as reassuringly as he could, "Hi Marisol. My name is Jim and this beautiful lady is Sheryl. So I take it you enjoyed watching us earlier?"

Marisol's smile spread across her face. She leaned forward, bringing her head down low to speak, incidentally allowing them to look down her shirt at her firm breasts, and said in a hushed voice. "Yes I did. Watching you two was so fucking hot. It made me really horny. I'm still horny. When I'm done with my shift I'm gonna go home and fuck myself silly thinking about you two, only I'm gonna think about what it would be like to join in, not just watch! In fact, if you wanted to hook up later..."

Sheryl sucked in her breath, surprised, and not just a little aroused, at Marisol's invitation. Marisol glanced at her nervously, thinking she had gone too far and began stammering an apology before Jimmy intervened. "Thanks for the invitation, but I think we'll take a rain check. Tonight is our first date, you see. But maybe sometime in the future, if Sheryl here is okay with the idea. I don't know how she feels about having a threesome with another woman. It's just something we haven't had a chance to discuss. Okay? No harm done."

Marisol looked at him gratefully. Standing, she said "Thank you sir. May I take your order?" 

"Sure thing, Marisol. We'll start with the mariquitas and ensaladas cubanas. For the main course we'll have camarones salteado and arroz con gandules. Oh, and one more thing," he added gesturing her close. She bent down until her head separated from his by only a few inches, incidentally flashing Sheryl another view of her unencumbered tits.




A Mother's Revenge Ch. 04



"Yes sir?" "When you get home tonight, I want you to imagine yourself fucking my cock while you eat my girlfriend's pussy," he said softly.

Marisol's eyes widened and her nipples became even harder, unmistakable underneath her shirt. "Very good sir, it will be my pleasure! I'll have your appetizers and salads out in a moment," she said, smiling as she walked away.

Sheryl eyed her son in interrogation. In answer he scooted his chair closer to her, then reached down with one hand and pulled her chair over to him so their legs were touching from knee to mid thigh. He leaned into her and sucked part of her earlobe into his mouths, biting it softly. Letting it go he whispered, "I told her to fantasize she was sucking your pussy while I fucked her silly," before lightly kissing his mother's neck.

"Hmmmmmm, no wonder she was smiling when she left," Sheryl said. "I've never thought about it before, but now that I've heard you say it, that DOES sound very sexy. I think you may have given me my first lesbian fantasy, Jimmy, my boy."

"So you've never been with a woman?"

"No, baby, I haven't. But now I'm thinking about what you told our waitress. And it's making me wet. Maybe we should 'hook up' with her later. What do you think? Would you like to fuck her hard while she licks me? Maybe you'd like it if we sucked your dick together. What do you say darling?"

Jimmy thought a moment. Yeah, fucking his mom and Marisol sounded great, but events had been spinning out of control since last night. If he didn't get a handle on it soon, the situation would be beyond his grasp entirely. 'I'm going to kick myself for this later,' he thought, 'but if I cave now, I'm never gonna figure out what's going on. And if I let her keep controlling things, I'm not going to be able to dominate her like I decided I wanted to do this morning. Fuck it, here goes nothing.'

"No Sheryl, what I told Marisol stands. Tonight is our first date. It's all about you and me, and only you and me. After tonight, I'll consider sharing you with somebody else. But tonight you're mine," Jimmy said firmly.

"Oh baby, you know just the right thing to say," Sheryl told him, before finishing her drink.

Just then Marisol re-appeared with their appetizer and salads. She smiled and flirted with the two, being sure to bend over and allow plenty of peeks down her shirt as often as possible. As she finished, Sheryl asked the girl if she would show her where the ladies room was. Jimmy rose from his seat and pulled his mother's chair back, offering her his hand to help her to her feet. Sheryl rewarded her son with a quick kiss to his cheek and a 'Thank you, kind sir.' Before the women left, Jimmy instructed Marisol to bring Sheryl another mojito.

Sheryl followed the young Latina to a secluded hallway of the side of the main room, reveling in the swish and sway of the younger woman's shapely rear end as her desire increased. Down the long hall they went, Marisol adding extra wiggle to her walk as she noticed the older woman paying attention. Rounding the corner, the door to the ladies room was just ahead. Marisol turned to say something, but never got the chance as Sheryl attacked.

Marisol suddenly found herself mashed against the auburn haired woman, feeling the hard pointed nipples of her smaller breasts pressed against the hardened nubs of Sheryl's larger ones. Their lips made contact, and Marisol moaned as she willing accepted the older woman's tongue into her mouth, while pushing hers into Sheryl's. Their tongues danced together as Sheryl's hands roamed freely, exploring the younger girl's body. Marisol, serving tray still clutched in one hand, could do little but grab the back of Sheryl's neck with her free hand, pulling her deeper into there kiss, and wrapping the arm still holding the tray around Sheryl's thin waist.

It was over in seconds. Sheryl squeezed Marisol's nipples with both hands as Marisol cupped one of Sheryl's larger tits, before they let go of each other. Turning toward the restroom, Sheryl said, "Be sure you get us you phone number before we go. It won't happen tonight, but it will happen soon, if you want it to." With that, she entered the restroom, leaving the waitress panting with lust.

"You'll get my number alright," Marisol said under her breath, taking a moment to compose herself before returning to work.

Jimmy sat, patiently waiting for his mother to return before digging in. He saw Marisol leaving the hallway where she'd led his mom, looking slightly mussed and a little flustered. His mom appeared a few moments later, looking very aroused and very pleased. He rose as she returned, again holding her chair out to seat her. 

"The cat must have eaten a canary. Miss Marisol looked a little flustered when she came back. Whatever you did to her must have been good," the teen observed.

"I think she enjoyed it as much as I did. I never thought I would get so turned on by a woman," Sheryl replied before she turned her attention to the table. "So what do we have here?"

"The mariquitas are thin sliced fried plantain bananas. They're awesome as is, but better if you dip'em in the sauce. The salad is a basic cucumber, lettuce and tomato mix but the dressing really brings it to life. Eat up; the next course should be out soon."

They ate in silence, except for quick words of approval at the flavor, neither realizing how hungry they were as they hadn't eaten since breakfast. They were on the last bite of salad when Marisol returned with the main course. 

She served them, flirting even more, showing more skin as she had taken the step of undoing the top two buttons of her shirt and was bending over more to make sure they could see her perky breasts on display for them. She made it a point to rub against and touch her two guests as much as possible, clearly demonstrating her desire. Once she finished her service, she smiled at them seductively and left with some reluctance.

"You really must have done a real number on her, Sheryl. She acted like she was ready to fuck us both right here, right now." Jimmy chuckled.

"I think she would have also. Don't be surprised if she gives you her phone number. Now what do we have here?"

"This course is yellow rice with pigeon peas and a sautéed shrimp creole. It's really good, here, try," he said before spearing a shrimp on his fork and popping it into his mother's mouth.

Sheryl's eyes lit up at the flavor. "Mmmm, that IS good, sweetheart!"

The rest of the meal passed quickly as both were ravenous. Soon they were left munching the last of the mariquitas, the ruined remains of their repast pushed to the side.

A busboy began clearing the table and Marisol came over with the check.

"I'm glad you two came in tonight," she said, setting the tab on the table in its neat brown folder. Leaning over once more, she told them, "My name and number are on a card under your tab. Call me, and call me soon. I'll do any nasty thing you want with either one of you or both of you together, as long as it doesn't leave a mark or send me to the doctor, okay?" She smiled and hurried off; as if afraid they would refuse her if she stayed very long.

Sheryl reached for her purse, but Jimmy already had his wallet out. He looked over the tab, found Marisol's card and tucked it in his wallet. Then her took the pen attached to the folder, scribbled a brief note on the back of the customer receipt, and placed several twenty dollar bills inside before closing the folder and setting on the table. Then he stood, helped his mother from her chair and they made their exit.

"What was that you wrote, darling?" Sheryl asked as they were leaving.

"Just a quick 'thank you' and a promise we'd be in touch before the end of the week. If you want to, that is."

"Oh, baby, I definitely want to. If you hadn't told her 'no' because this is our first date, I think I would insist on getting together with her tonight. In fact, maybe your friend from the salon might enjoy having both of us as well."

"Damn, girl!" Jimmy exclaimed, "You are, without a doubt, the hottest, sexiest, horniest girl I've ever gone out with. I suppose after the first time you'll want to have sex with every woman I want to date."

"Does that bother you, my handsome young man?"

Jimmy broke into an impish grin, "Well it does put a whole new spin on the notion of 'will your mother like the girl you're dating'." This made Sheryl laugh. Jimmy continued, a little more serious, "Thinking about it, I wouldn't want it any other way. Any girl I eventually want to marry is going to have to be okay with us and the nature of our relationship. It wouldn't work otherwise. I couldn't have an honest relationship and try and keep us a secret. It wouldn't be fair and it wouldn't work out. So, no, it doesn't bother me."

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They got to the car. Jimmy opened the passenger door and helped her in. Buckling himself in, Jimmy started the car and drove to the downtown entertainment district. As they were looking for parking, Jimmy advised his mom to take off her jewelry, watch, and get her id and cash from her purse. "These clubs can get pretty rowdy. It's best to go in with only the bare essentials and stuff you don't mind getting lost. Everything else stays in the car, out of sight."

They found a spot relatively close and parked. The club was only a few blocks away. Sheryl asked him about the club, the band, if she was dressed okay, and if they would get carded on their way in. Jimmy dodged the first two questions, telling her she would find out soon enough.

The third question he answered by saying, "You'll fit right in, except you'll be the hottest girl there," which earned him a smile and a hug. "Don't worry about being carded. You're legal age, and most of the clubs I've been to down here know me, they know I'm underage, but they know I don't drink when I there."

"Really? And how would they know all this?" she inquired.

"Hey, I wasn't always going out on dates. Quite a few of the time I went out to hang with friends, I was helping some guys I knew from high school. You remember meeting Freddie? Well, he's a drummer in a band, and once he asked me if I would help him with his gear, you know, moving it around and helping him set up. After a couple of times, some buddies of his asked me to help them as well. So I got to meet a bunch of bouncers and club owners. I don't drink down here and they trust me to stay out of trouble. In return I get to see live music, and when I'm bringing a date, I let them know I won't let her drink either. Usually they tag me as a designated driver, which means I can get coffee or water for free. It's a good thing too. A couple of times I've had to drive a band home after a gig."

"Oh, so this is the first time you've dated a woman old enough to buy a drink?"

"Yeah, but if you do drink, I'm cutting you off after the third. Drunk girls are no fun afterwards. I hate trying to have sex with a 'dead starfish'."

"Dead starfish, what's that supposed to mean?"

"When a girl is like this," he demonstrated, standing arms and legs spread, with his head lolling to one side, tongue hanging out. This pulled a shocked look and a giggle from his mother. "Some guys don't mind, but I like my dates to enjoy having sex with me, not comatose." This garnered another laugh from Sheryl.

They got to the club. The bouncer recognized Jimmy. Instead of asking for his ID, the burly man just grunted, "DD?"

"As usual, Big T."

'Big T' stamped the back of Jimmy's right hand with green ink, leaving a large 'DD' imprinted. "And yer date?"

Jimmy produced Sheryl's driver license, having convinced her that the best way to go was to leave every non-essential, including her purse, stashed out of sight in the car. Sheryl had given him her ID and her credit card to hang onto. 

'Big T' looked at the ID, then at Sheryl, then back to the ID, then once more at Sheryl. A smile cracked his face, looking out of place, alien even. 'Big T' snorted a sound that suspiciously came close to a chuckle. "Got a MILF didya? Nice going, have fun, kid," was his reply as he stamped the back of her left hand with black ink, leaving 'boozer' imprinted.

"Later, man," Jimmy said to the bouncer as they entered. "I don't think I've ever seen Big T smile, and I've never heard him give anyone anything close to a compliment," Jimmy said, handing over a ten dollar bill that was their entry fee. "It takes a helluva lot to make a good impression on him."

"That was a good impression?" Sheryl asked, shaking her head.

"Oh yeah, usually he just growls at my dates, and gives me the evil eye. He's mostly letting me know I'm responsible for their behavior. It's okay though. He's only doing his job. The fact he trusts me is a big deal. Being able to get into these clubs is worth it. It usually gets me some action, especially this last year. Not so much the last few months though."

"Jimmy! And just how many girls have you gotten 'some action' from, young man?"

"A gentleman never kisses and tells. Let's just say I've had a few experiences and leave it at that. It's been a while though."

"Oh-ho! I thought you were a little too smooth when you asked me out this morning. Practice makes perfect does it? Maybe you won't be getting any 'action' tonight, lil'mister-too-confident-for-his-own-good!" Sheryl retorted, teasing her son.

Jimmy grabbed his mom, both of his large hands cupping her ass cheeks, and pulled her to him. Lifting her by her ass, he pushed her pelvis into his so she could feel the lump in his pants grinding into her. Instinctually, her arms went around his neck and he leaned his head forward until his mouth was just below her ear. He sucked in a patch of skin and then bit down hard enough to make her gasp as jolts of pleasure tingled through her body. He relaxed his jaw and licked up to her ear and growled, "Yes I am. We're gonna dance and have some fun. Then I'm going to take you home, strip you naked and eat that hot cunt of yours until you're on your knees begging me to fuck you. Then I'm going to fuck every hole you have until we both pass out from exhaustion. And when we wake up tomorrow, I'm going to keep fucking you until my dick breaks or Tiffany comes home. And if my dick breaks, I'll put a splint and a bandage around it and fuck you some more. Got it?"

Sheryl moaned and turned, kissing her son with a savage passion. The way he had picked her up, bit her, then told her what was going to happen, it wasn't a question, nor was it a demand, he had simply stated what he was going to do to her. She had never felt so turned on in her life. If he told her to drop to her knees and give him a blow job right then, she would have done it without thinking. She wrapped her long legs around his body, mashing her tits into his chest so he could feel her hard nipples poking him. "Yes, baby. I got it, and I'm going to get it, and get it good. That's a promise you better keep or there'll be hell to pay," she growled back, nearly bestial in her need.

"Okay then, woman. Let go of me so we can get down with our bad selves!"

The band started up, and the two had a great time. Before long, they were both covered in sweat, and Jimmy had taken off his shirt. Sheryl noticed the looks he was attracting from the other girls there, just as she noticed the looks directed at her. Jimmy was good to his word, cutting her off after her third shot of tequila, then making sure they both drank plenty of water.

The night wound down several hours later. Sheryl remembered dancing endlessly, either in a large gyrating group where she was treated to gropes and having the bodies of people pressed against her, both boys and girls, or in slower dances, where she was nestled in the arms of her son, when she would delight in rubbing against him. By the time they left, she felt physically drained, but totally exhilarated. Sheryl couldn't remember the last time she'd had so much fun.

Exiting the club, 'Big T' rumbled, "Calling it quits kinda early tonight kid."

"Not at all, Big T, our fun's just getting started."

"You be careful, kid, Ma'am," he nodded at Sheryl.

"See ya, Big T."

A group of people standing outside the door looked on at the exchange with open-mouthed amazement. 'Big T' was not known for his outgoing personality. His words of parting were nearly unprecedented.

The cool evening air brought pinpricks of goose bumps on Sheryl's damp skin, and made the soaked shirt she was wearing cling to her body — and especially her breasts — like a second skin. Her nipples hardened like elongated pencil erasers over her highly visible areoles. Her damp hair, now in wild disarray, hung in lank tangles.

Jimmy had pulled his shirt out of his thigh pocket and put it on, not bothering to button it up. He ran his fingers through his hair, attempting to impose order on the mop that had been nicely groomed earlier. He wrapped an arm around his mother's waist, his hand cupped upward against her ample bosom. Her slender arm wrapped around her son and she delighted in the warmth of his body.

They walked a few blocks to the car, before Sheryl leaned back against the wall of a building and pulled her son to her. She began making out with him furiously. "Remember you have a promise to keep to me, Jimmy, but I may not wait until we're home," she said before ramming her tongue into his mouth. Shielded by his body and open shirt, his hands pushed her top up so he could fell the naked skin of her breasts move over his still sweat slick skin. She opened her legs and he wedged a muscular thigh into her crotch, which she humped her pelvis against with abandon. 

"Tiffany, I'm so fucking horny, we need to get back to my place right now!"

"Good lord, girl, you're such a horny slut. Here's our cab. I'll bet if we start making out in the back he'll give us the ride for free."

"If we start making out, I'm not stopping!"

"Promises, promises!"

The voice of the two loudly drunk and very horny girls shot though Sheryl's head like a bullet, causing her to freeze and grab her son's head in her hands, preventing him from looking. "Stay still!" she hissed

Jimmy froze. Sheryl cautiously peeked around his body. There she saw, to a mixture of fear and anger, her daughter Tiffany was busily being groped by an attractive, buxom Asian woman in her early twenties. The Asian girl, Ashley, was the personal assistant to her husband, and his mistress. 

So Ashley and Tiffany were involved with each other? Maybe Ashley had influenced Tiffany into fucking her father. Again the image of her daughter and husband entwined in a carnal embrace sprang to Sheryl's mind. Fury mounted inside her, but crashed into the designs she had already envisioned, cooled, and recrystallized into a new plan.

"We can't let them see us, sweetie. Play along for now, and we'll work this out tomorrow when she gets home. Remember what you promised me!" she told her son, quietly, grinding herself against his thigh some more. For emphasis, she unzipped his fly and grabbed onto his cock, squeezing it. "I can't wait to get home and get this inside me, baby" she purred, "inside every hole I have until we pass out from exhaustion," then began licking at his chest, pausing to suck his nipples.

Jimmy's body responded of its own accord. His first instinct was to get his sister home and make sure she was alright, but hearing the two girls talk in such a lusty manner, the thought of his sister acting in such a wanton manner, combined with his mother's hand fondling his dick, outweighed his gut reaction.

Tiffany had often been a source of his masturbation fantasies, running second only to his mother. Over the last few months, she had been dressing more provocatively. Not outright, certainly not when she left the house. But at home, her 'comfortable' attire had grown tighter, shorter, more revealing, often nothing but panties and old shirts that she'd outgrown by the time she was a sophomore. She usually went braless too. 




A Mother's Revenge Ch. 04



Jimmy had found he had to force himself to look away more and more so as not to appear he was ogling her. Sweet, sexy, outgoing, built along the same lines as his mom, but with the figure of a girl, not a fully mature woman just entering her sexual prime. She'd been popular in high school, dating frequently but rarely having a steady boyfriend. She'd never 'put out' for any of them either, acquiring a reputation as a bit of a cock-tease.

He'd heard rumors that she gave great blow jobs. No one ever said those things when he was in earshot, or at least if they thought he was, as Jimmy had acquired a bit of a reputation himself as being overprotective of his little sister. He didn't put up with guys making lewd comments about his 'MILF-Queen' mother either.

But the thoughts of his sexy sister's full lips wrapping around a cock, which quickly became the image of his own cock as his mother's hands stroked away at it, had his body reacting. His thoughts turned to their encounter with Marisol at the restaurant, the image of a threesome with the pretty Latina girl and his mother became a threesome with his mother and sister.

"Christ, what a family" he thought as his mother's mouth hungrily sought his.

Jimmy and Sheryl continued to make out as Tiffany and Ashley got into their cab, still giggling and talking. They heard the doors slam shut and the cab pulling away.

Jimmy pulled his mother's top back down, reluctantly. She removed her hands from his pants with equal reluctance, and zipped him up, assiduously making sure no accidental and painful snags occurred. Once they had composed themselves, they resumed their trek to the car.

They got to the car got in short time, Jimmy again opening the door for his mother and helping her in, she rewarding his behavior by flashing her naked pussy at her son. His cock twitched at the sight. She was so damn sexy, he couldn't stop his reaction, even if he wanted to, which he definitely did not.

As soon as they started driving, Sheryl reached over and started undoing Jimmy's pants, fumbling at it as she could only reach with her left hand. The first red light they got to, Jimmy obligingly finished the job for her. Sheryl's hand was on her son's cock in a flash, squeezes alternating with long strokes up and down his shaft. Jimmy pulled onto the freeway entrance ramp and headed for home.

"Sweetheart, tonight was so much fun. I'd never danced to Ska before. Back in the day, when your father and I started dating, I was too young to go to clubs like that. After you and your sister came along, we would go on dates, but we thought we we're a bit too mature to go clubbing. He'd take me to some places for dancing, but it never had the same energy as tonight. I have to say this has been the best date ever!"

"I'm glad you had a good time, mom."

"No, baby, I had a great time!" They drove a while in comfortable silence. Then Sheryl asked, "Did you know I kissed that waitress earlier?"

"I knew something had happened between you two. She sure put on quite a show for us afterwards," Jimmy chuckled at the memory. "I thought you might have kissed her. If you kissed her the way I think you did, I can understand her reaction. So you really want to have a threesome with Marisol?"

"My sweet baby boy, the thought of you pounding your dick into her while she licks my hot little pussy has me dripping."

"Holy shit, mom. I never would have thought, in a million years, that you were into women!"

"I'm not. At least I don't think I am. I never really considered it until earlier. Before tonight, I'd never kissed a woman like I kissed her. But I liked it. I liked it a lot. I want to do more of it, and I want you to be there to watch me do it."

"Fuck, mom, that's way hot. What about going down on a woman and licking her pussy 'til she comes? I love doing that. Some guys don't, but I'm not one of them."

"I like the sound of that. I'm sure you're very good at it, too. I guess I'll find out when we get home. But to answer your question, I've never considered it, but now that I am, let's just say I wouldn't be opposed to trying. What does it taste like?"

In answer, Jimmy reached over to his mother's crotch and slid his hand under her skirt, up her thigh. He gave the swollen moist flesh surrounding her slit a few light strokes, lubricating his fingers before jamming two of them inside her steamy hole.

"OOOOHHHHFFFUUUUUCCCCKBBAAAAAABBBEEEEEEAAAAHHHHH" Sheryl yelled, holding her son's hand tight against her pubic mound, humping her pelvis on his upturned palm, orgasm crashing through her. She continued that way several minutes, locking his hand in place, hips bucking, nipples puffy and distended, visible through her shirt, eyes glazed and half-lidded, panting for breath with her mouth open. 

Her body shuddered violently and then went completely limp. Jimmy withdrew his fingers, causing another shiver to course over her. He brought his fingers up to her face, just in front of her mouth, still open and gasping for air. "Mom" Jimmy said, causing her to open her eyes a bit more as she became aware of her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was the musky aroma wafting from his fingers. The second was that they were slimy with her juices. The third was his fingers being inserted in her open mouth.

Her lips closed on his fingers of their own accord and she slurped the goo on them noisily. The taste was slightly sweet, tangy, but good, oh so good. Unable to control herself, she sucked harder, then licked his fingers clean.

"It kinda tastes like that, mom."

Sheryl was hooked. Without thought, her hand went to her dripping cunt and gathered another load of her essence, which she brought to her mouth and enjoyed greedily.

"I guess you like it. I can't wait to try it myself."

"Oh god, baby, I love it. Here, you don't have to wait," Sheryl told her son, scooping up more of her juices. Leaning over she offered her goo slick hand to her son. He licked it hungrily, until it was clean.

"Does all pussy taste that good?" She asked.

"I don't know about all pussy, but yours is the best I've ever had. I'm gonna enjoy getting some more straight from the source."

"I can't wait to have another woman with you, Jimmy my darling. Remember what you told me earlier about that waitress, and how I said how wet it made me? I'm already wondering what her pussy tastes like. Mmmmmm," Sheryl hummed with pleasure as she pushed two fingers into herself. She brought her fingers back to her mouth and licked them clean again. "I wonder if your sister tastes the same."

Jimmy was already hard as a rock. Sheryl began fingering herself, placing her free hand on his cock and squeezed.

"Have you ever fantasized about having sex with your sister? I've seen how you look at her when you think nobody is watching," she said.

Feeling his dick twitch in her hand at her words gave her all the answer she needed.

"Your beautiful cock is telling me you have. Admit it, Jimmy. You've thought about Tiffany sucking your cock. You've jacked off imagining what it would be like to slide your cock into her tight, wet little pussy and fucking hers until she cums all over that big dick of yours, haven't you?"

"Oh fuck, mom, yes."

"Mmmmmmm, I thought so. Wouldn't you like to watch me suck her tasty little cunt, make it all nice and wet so you can fuck her with your big, hard dick? I want to watch you fuck your sister, Jimmy, fuck her hard and make her cum the way you fuck me. Tell me you want to fuck your sister Jimmy, tell me."

"God yes, mom, I want to fuck my own sister."

"Good, Jimmy. I think she wants the same thing. I've seen her looking at you the same way you look at her. And I don't believe that she's been dressing provocatively around the house has been a coincidence. We can help her get what she wants."

"Christ, mom, what are you saying/"

"I'm saying I want your sister to join us, have sex with us, sleep in the same bed and make love to each other. Would you like that, Jimmy, to have a threesome with me and your sister?

"Yeah, I would. But what if you're wrong and she says 'no'. I'm not going to force her. But if she finds out about us, it could be bad, really bad."

"You're such a sweet boy. I know you'd never do anything to hurt your sister, and that you would do anything to protect her. I know she knows it to, and she loves you because of that. Did you ever consider the reason she's never had many steady boyfriends?"

"I thought it was because she has high standards, but after seeing her tonight, it might be because she's not really into boys."

"Jimmy, a girl as pretty as beautiful and attractive as Tiffany is could have her pick of boys or girls, but she's always been boy crazy. I think the reason she's gone out with so many boys but had so few boyfriends is that she's looking for someone who's just like you. She loves you and cares for you deeply. If we gave her half the chance, she'd be all over you in a heartbeat. Let's give her that chance. Trust me, sweetheart, it will all work out. Okay?"

"Okay, mom, I trust you."

They arrived home a little while later. As soon as they stepped inside, they pulled each other into an impassioned embrace, kissing ravenously. Jimmy began stripping his mother, pulling off her shirt and licking the dried sweat off her neck as he worked his way down towards her breasts, but she forced herself to pull away from him. "We need to shower first, lover," she told him. 

Taking him by the hand, she led him to her bathroom. He excused himself to use the toilet, which had a separate alcove with a door. Sheryl undressed and started the shower, letting the water warm up. Once he'd finished, she told him to start showering while she made use of the toilet.

Joining him a short time later, she stepped under the water. "We are going to wash each other, lover boy." She started first, having him close his eyes and washing his face with gentle hands. She allowed him to rinse the lather off so he could open his eyes, then went to work on his muscular frame. Lovingly, slowly, she explored his body, reveling in his lean form. His muscles didn't bulge, but were well defined and toned from his daily swimming and from the cycling he'd used as his regular transportation to and from school. She spent a great deal of time massaging his penis and testicles, indulging herself in the smooth skin now bare from their visit to the salon. "I just love how smooth you are sweetheart, I don't think I'm going to be able to keep my hands off of you."

"You don't have to, mom. You were right. I love how it feels. And it feels even better when you touch me like that."

"You can be sure I'll be touching you as much as I can," she purred, smiling.

By the time she was finished, having ended with his feet, he was rock hard, cock jutting proudly from his body. She made him step under the warm flowing water and rinsed him, again working her way down from neck to feet. Satisfied he was clean, she licked his shaft and balls, kissing them between languid strokes from her tongue, making his cock pulse and throb with pleasure. Eventually, her tongue found his mushroom shaped head, purple from the blood engorging it. She swirled her tongue over the tip before pressing her lips to it. Slowly her lips engulfed his glans, until it was in her mouth.

Looking up, she met his eyes, put her hands on the firm tight cheeks of his ass and pushed her head forward while pulling his body to her. When her mouth was completely full of his cock, she paused, drew back slightly and massaged the underside of his shaft with her talented tongue. Emerald eyes shining, still locked on his sparkling hazel eyes, she took a deep breath, and pushed forward again, suppressing her gag reflex until she had swallowed his entire length, her lips firmly locked around the base of his love pole.

Jimmy was in heaven. He could feel his mothers tongue massaging the underside of his shaft and the muscles of her throat milking his cock. Her eyes had his locked in place. He could not have looked away even if he had wanted to. She looked so sexy with her nose pressed into him, lips wrapped around his base. His hands cupped her head and she hummed with pleasure, the vibrations causing his balls to contract in an impending orgasm.

Before he came, she pulled her head back and released him with a sucking 'pop'. Sheryl stood up and pulled them both under the water in a tight embrace, kissing. She released him, pushing her son back. "Now wash me," she commanded with a sultry expression.

Jimmy washed his mother in much the same way, using gentle touch and tender caresses to explore her body. He marveled at how firm her breasts were and how long her hard nipples extended as she became more aroused. The muscles of her body were well toned from her routine of swimming and yoga, including regular visits to the gym. Her curves were graceful and sexy as were her long legs. What little fat she had accumulated was distributed well, enhancing her womanly figure, most of it in her perfect, inverted-heart-shaped ass, which jiggled just a little but didn't hide the firm muscles underneath. Sheryl had worked diligently to stay in shape and it showed.

He washed her completely, except for her ass. "I'm saving the best for last mom. You wanted to be clean for me, and I'll make sure you are," he grinned at her.

Jimmy stood up and turned his mother around, pushing her face and breasts against the cool tiled wall. Unhooking the showerhead from its bracket, he adjusted the water so it was slightly warm and switched the nozzle from 'spray' to 'jet', making the water flow in a single continuous stream. Holding it low, he angled the nozzle so the arc of the water splashed against her vaginal slit, causing her to gasp with pleasure. Trapping the nozzle in that position between the shower floor and his foot, he squirted some body wash on his hands, and focused his attention of her ass.

He started by massaging the body wash in between her ass cheeks, until he has stroking the entire length of her crack. Occasionally he would pause at her puckered hole, working in a finger tip before moving on. Sheryl's arousal increased with each invasion of her anal sphincter. Eventually, he pushed a finger into her butt, feeling the sphincter tighten, then relax as he wormed inside. Once he had his finger completely inserted, he stopped, then withdrew it slowly.

Jimmy picked up the showerhead and aimed the flow of water into her crack, rinsing her before pointing the stream directly into her anus. Sheryl moaned as she felt the water hit. The coolness of the tile on her face, breasts and nipples contrasted deliciously with the feeling of warm water streaming over and into her anal ring. Jimmy brought the nozzle closer until the flow was directly on that sensitive hole, pushing its way past, and into her rectum.

He held it there, then pointed it away into her pussy, then back again, massaging her anal sphincter with his fingers before turning the water back to it. The process was repeated several times before he used his fingers to hold her cheeks apart, opening the ring of her ass so the water inside could drain out. He did that several times, each time her ass relaxed a little more and opened a little wider, until he was satisfied she was clean and none of the wash was left inside.

Jimmy told his mother to hold herself in that position, reset the nozzle to spray and put it back in its bracket. Then, kneeling, he spread her ass cheeks again. Bringing his face close, he stuck out his tongue, and plunged it into her ass.

"Oh My GOD, YEESS!" Sheryl cried as her son began to tongue her sensitive hole. Jimmy brought his hands up. With one hand he pushed two fingers into Sheryl's pussy, sliding them in and out. The other hand he used to massage her clit, alternating between rubbing it tenderly, squeezing it gently and flicking a finger tip over it gently. When he felt his mother tensing from her impending orgasm, he stopped, withdrew his hands and tongue, and stood up.

"Nooo! Oh baby, no, please don't stop," she whined. But Jimmy ignored her plea. Instead he pulled her under the spray of water for a final rinse. Sheryl pressed herself close, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing her son. She sucked at his tongue, drawing it into her mouth, enjoying the feel of her son as she rubbed her body against his.

The hot water finally ran out, ending the shower. They dried each other off then Sheryl told her son to leave. "Jimmy, sweetheart, go comb your hair and brush your teeth. Then go open a bottle of wine and wait for me in the living room. I won't be too long and I promise it will be worth the wait."

Jimmy agreed and tore himself away, leaving her to her preparations. 

A short time later, Jimmy was sitting naked in the living room, listening to music. An open bottle of wine rested on the coffee table, two empty glasses next to it. Jimmy was taking sips from a bottle of water, trying to stay hydrated, lost in the recording of Handel's Water Music playing on the sound system.

"I ready for you, lover."

The sound of his mother's voice caused him to stand. Turning around, the sight of her left him speechless. Sheryl had dried and brushed her hair so that it fell in waves over her shoulders and down her back. She had put on a little make-up, just enough to bring out the full beauty of her eyes and highlight her high cheeks. Blood red lipstick accentuated her mouth. 

She wore practically nothing. The choker she wore earlier adorned her neck. The diaphanous black robe hid nothing of her body, making it seem more naked than if she had been completely nude. On her legs was a pair of sheer black, self supporting thigh-high stockings. Five inch stiletto heels completed her outfit.

She was terrifying in her beauty, stunningly sexy, and tonight, she was his and his alone.

"Was it worth the wait?" She asked, smiling. Not waiting for Jimmy to answer, she said, "Pour us some wine," and eased into the room.

Jimmy did so and handed his mother a glass. They touched the rims in a silent toast. After they had a sip, Jimmy took the glass from her hand and set both glasses down. Then he took his mother in his arms and swept her up. He carried her to the master bedroom and set her down on the bed.

Sheryl reached up and pulled her son to her. They lay there, kissing and fondling each other, taking the time to explore each other's bodies without constraint or inhibition. Jimmy then began planting his kisses lower, licking and nibbling his way down her torso.

He stopped to pay homage to her breasts, suckling one while stroking the other with light touched, occasionally pulling and pinching at her puffy extended nipple. The other hand he let roam with almost teasing brushes of his fingertips. Ending his devotion to her magnificent tits, he continued his journey down, until he mouth found the smooth skin formerly covered with her pubic hair. She had left a small patch, a diamond shaped auburn ruff, just above the slit of her sex. Going lower, Jimmy bypassed her pussy, and began licking his way up the inside of her thighs. 

Jimmy's travels down his mother's body had turned him around. Now that he was enjoying the taste of her leg flesh, his fully hard erection was in easy reach of Sheryl's face. As soon as she could, she grabbed his cock and sucked it into her mouth, letting her tongue show her approval of her son's attention.

Not long after, Jimmy began his plunder of her womanhood. Sheryl moaned in delight around the stiff cock she was enjoying, and pulled him on top of her. Then they began pleasuring each other in earnest.

Jimmy worked his mouth and tongue around the folds of her sex, making frequent trips to her clit to suck it into his mouth and lick it, alternating between butterfly kisses and hard, get-to-the-center-of-the-Tootsie-Roll-Pop licks. Two of his fingers found her steaming hole, and he pushed them in, pistoning in and out, pausing to flick a finger tip against the bundled nerves of her G-spot. The other hand guided her dripping juices down around her puckered sphincter, massaging the lubrication to her tight cherry-hole, before working a finger past the muscular ring.