11 comments/ 167364 views/ 13 favorites Cathy's Pleasure Pivot By: marjoriesquire The showers pelting cold water sent sharp stinging sensations through Cathy's nipples that turned into heated electric bolts charging through her innards to her intimate bits. "Unnnn!" She moaned. The cold shower wasn't working; the needles of water turned her on instead of quenching her passions. She stood there motionless, eyes closed but her mind raced through imagined images of Michael. His body is perfect, the way his muscles rippled as he moved the heavy and full wheelbarrow to compost, and forked its contents onto the pile. His dark coffee colored skin shimmered from his sweat. She tried to force herself into focusing on images of him as he looked while working, but the image of him fully nude with a large stiff erection kept forcing itself to the front of her mind. "No, I have to stop thinking like that." She told herself as she began washing the traces of the days gardening from her tired muscles. Finishing her shower she quickly dried, then slipped between her cool sheets. They quickly warmed from the heat her body gave off. With her eyes closed her hands moved of their own volition to her intimate parts and began rubbing her private places as her mind continued to paint images of her 18nyear old son nude and with an erection aimed right at her. Cathy was lost in her unwelcome passion and confused by the conflicting thoughts and emotions. She felt the throbbing of her pussy growing as she moved the heel of her hand and wrist over her clit while her finger tips danced around the tightly clinched opening to her ass and her mind asked: If she had a master would he take her there? What if he was as big as Michael seemed to be? Why do you keep thinking about the bulge in Michael's pants? Would Michael mature into some woman's master? What would she be like? "Unnnnn, ooh yes right there," she moaned to herself as she pushed her finger a little deeper into the tight circle of her bottom. What would it be like she wondered, to have Michael push the hardened bulge from his pants deep into her ass? Her conscience swelled with guilt because of the erotic fantasies involving her adopted son. She and Steven were married, tried for several years to have a child. They finally opted to adopt and the arrival of Michael into their lives was the greatest joy they had experienced as a married couple. Some members of the family had been skeptical about a white couple adopting a black baby. But, she and Steven were proven right that the baby was and could be nothing but a blessing for them. Her guilt swirled and grew as did the nearness of the release her masturbation was about to release. * * * * * "Yeah," Michael softly muttered to himself as he watched the closed circuit video of his mother masturbating. 'Now is the time to make my move, get in there before she finishes herself,' he thought. 'Hell she'll probably go along with whatever I want, thinking its just part of her fantasy.' Cathy, didn't hear the door open or even sense the approach of Michael, she was to caught up in her heat. His appearance on the bed next her was surreal, her mind was again playing tricks on her, but this was a trick that she had so desperately and secretly wanted to happen. "Mother; I need your help." He said as he reached his arm over her face and firmly but gently took hold of the back of her head just above her neck. He firmly turned her head and face toward his erect cock and told her; "you need to kiss this like you did when I was baby." "uennnnn, yes I do." she murmured as she pursed her lips and he pulled her face to his swollen cock. "Oh, yeah, that's a good girl, now open your mouth and take the head into your mouth like the good little slut you want to be." Michael declared as he moved his left hand to the top of her head to grab a handful of her curly blond hair and firmly pulled her face onto his cock. It was as the crown of his cock passed her lips that Cathy finally realized it was not a fantasy, that it was in fact a real cock in her mouth. She looked up as she jerked back and saw that Michael was smiling down at her as he held her face pinned to his swollen cock. The only result of her startled response was that her hair was pulled painfully as Michael held her head and hair. "No! not yet! we both need this and we both know it." Michael said. Cathy tensed as he slid his member a little deeper into her mouth, but she didn't resist or fight it.. With her acceptance of the situation Michael moved his right hand down to manipulate and rub her intimate parts. He pushed the sheets and blankets down as his hand moved toward its goal. 'I need the video I'm recording to show her completely naked, I want her every move and every sound, just in case I need it,' he thought to himself. He leaned his face down close to Cathy's ear and quietly whispered "I like hearing your pleasure mommy, and I want to hear you tell me everything you're feeling. Do you understand?" Cathy emitted a muffled "hm, uummm around the swollen cock in her throat. "Good, now we're going to begin your training." He said as he thumbed her clit and danced his fingers around her moist intimate places. "First you have to learn to deep throat me without gagging, understand?" Michael pulled her head on to his cock by her hair until her gag reflex began. But, before the gag fully kicked in he thrust his hips up and forced her head down, driving his cock deep into her throat. Her esophagus jumped into gear, blocking the gag reflex. She could not breathe, with so much cock in her mouth. But that and the gag reaction were ignored and forgotten as a result of the massive orgasm she had as her nose and lips slammed into and past his wiry pubic hair and came to rest firmly against his body. His cock in her throat set her esophagus to working trying to move the meat lodged in it. The sensation of her esophagus working to move the cock added to the intensity of her climax. Michael thrilled at the sensation of having his mother's throat milking his cock. He added to the pleasure by moving his dick in out a little bit with gentle thrusts of his hips. He held his mother's head impaled on his tool for about a minute before he lifted her head off of him by her hair. He lifted and turned her face so that he could look her directly in the eyes. Her eyes were watering and her breathing ragged as she gasped to catch her breath. "So, you no longer need to fantasize about what a big black cock feels and tastes like do you, mommy?" Michael said to her with a smile "No, but it, my orgasm, was better then I ever thought it could be." Cathy said. "Mommy, it's only just beginning, you'll have many, many more; even more intense ones. But right now you need to finish your lesson by servicing me. Suck your baby's cock all the way down your throat mommy." Michael said as he moved her head back to his throbbing tool. Michael spent twenty minutes fucking his mother's face. She became quite accomplished at deep-throating him by the time they finished. He continued to hold her hair but he didn't need to force her head down. Cathy was soon pulling her own hair by pounding her head down onto his dick. She took her time when he was deep in her throat past the gag point and thrilled at the sensation of her throat massaging his meat. Michael thrilled at the sight of his mother bobbing her head up and down at his crotch. With her legs splayed wide she made fucking motions while simultaneously fucking his cock into her mouth. The fucking motions of her hips moved her soaking slippery pussy against Michael's hand. Michael worked his first two fingers into her pussy. His thumb thrumbed her clit and his other two fingers danced about her puckered anal opening. Cathy enjoyed multiple mini-climaxes during the action. But, she amazed at the intensity of the sensations when Michael slid his last two fingers into her backdoor and began fucking her pussy and ass with two fingers each. She had a massive almost explosive orgasm just before he finally unloaded into her mouth. He felt the beginnings of the convulsive contractions that would squirt his cum out of his dick. He pulled her head up to where just the head of his cock was in her mouth as he squirted several hot loads of thick sticky cum into her mouth. Cathy was surprised at how long Michael fucked her face and fingered her pussy and ass. She had hoped he would put his beautiful tool into her dripping box. He didn't, instead he forced his dick past her gag point multiple times, he seemed to really get off on the action of her esophagus, and Cathy decided that she supposed it would be okay if he came in her mouth if his cock was that far down her throat. Michael was in control and he intended to capture his mom taking his whole load in her mouth. No, he intended to pull his cock almost all the way out and shot multiple spurts of his hot goop onto the roof of her mouth and tongue. He wanted her to taste and eat his seed. Cathy rarely took cum in her mouth. Her husband's submissive nature made it easy for her to avoid the distasteful task of getting her mouth coated with cum. She opened her lips and moved as if to take her head from his cock, at his first spurt. Michael quickly slapped the back of her head and held it in place, as he said. "NO! No! SLUT!...Cum is for swallowing not wasting. It is a special treat and you must treat it as such." Michael took his time emptying the final dregs of his balls into her mouth while he made her suck the head of his cock. "Now, get down there and use your tongue and lips to clean up all the passion nectar you spilled." Michael demanded as he firmly moved her head from his shaft to the spilled cum coating his crotch. Cathy was to physically tired to argue. She did as she was told, and found that nuzzling his crotch and balls while licking and sucking the cum from his flesh and mingled in his pubic hair was a surprisingly satisfying task. * * * * * * More to come, if the readers think its worth developing Constructive suggestions will be greatly appreciated. Cathy's Pleasure Pivot Ch. 02 Michael woke at 5:30 AM, his first thought was of the previous evenings events with Cathy, his adopted mother. 'Damn, that was hot! I want some more of that kind of quality time with mom.' He thought to himself. Then he remembered the strange feeling of seeing what his mother was thinking and how his thought suggestions had affected her before he entered her room and had her service him like common slut. He thought about the sensation of looking into her mind briefly, and decided to try it again. "It's just a little test he told himself as he focused on what her mind might be doing as she slept. He found that as he focused on reading her sleeping body he felt as though he were watching the very confused and disjointed dreams of his mother. Snippets of her as a little girl, events and activities she had planned for the coming days, weeks and months darted through her subconscious mind. He saw a brief flash of memory that caught his attention. The scene was of Cathy walking into a room and catching her mother kissing his baby penis as she changed his diaper. He appeared to be only a few months old at the time. Cathy and her mother had a spat over the event. Cathy had been quiet upset by the event but her mother had persuaded her that it was merely a harmless expression of maternal love. Apparently they resolved the issue. Then came images of Cathy not only kissing but also taking his baby penis into her mouth. Cathy stopped kissing and sucking his baby penis when he appeared to be about 18 months old. He felt her imaginings about what it would be like playing with his "cock" long after she had actually stopped kissing and sucking his little baby prick. Michael wasn't sure whether he was actually reading his adopted mothers subconscious mind or merely fantasying about reading her mind. He tried placing thoughts into her mind to focus her dreams in a particular way. He made his mental suggestions and decided to leave for work before his mother awoke. *** The alarm clock sounded at 7:30, Cathy rolled into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and stretched. 'God, what a weird series of dreams she thought to herself as she went into the master bath to prepare for day. She washed her face which was tight and crinkly from the dried saliva drooled out during the night. The drooling seemed to explain part of her dream, but she could not understand why her bottom and pussy felt as though they had been used. She decided that she must have masturbated herself to climax as part of her dream, that explanation set her mind at ease about her really weird dreams. "I suppose a couple of fingers in each place could cause the mess and these sensations,' she said to herself, as she readied herself for work. She lathered herself thoroughly in the shower and remembered the first time her body had felt like this. In her junior year, before she met and married Jason, she had attended a frat party with a couple of her sorority sisters. It was a great party with lots of hot guys, plenty of dancing and lots of drinking. She met Andre after meeting and dancing with a number of the frat boys and their guests. He was physically attractive and fun to be with though she soon realized he was not the sharpest knife in the box. His French accent was intriguing and his hard body stimulating. The dance music at the party had made several passes through hot and heavy rock to slow and intimate contemporary. The net effect of the music, dance and drink was that the atmosphere of was sexually charged. The arousal of the men was readily apparent from the numerous bulges displayed through the men's pants. Her arousal had her panties soaked. Andre had danced a slow one with her back to him rubbing his stiffness between her nether cheeks and it really set her on fire. He had been a perfect gentleman; he didn't grab either her breasts or her pussy. His left arm reached around her and held her back close to him, the hand had rested just below her right breast, his right arm held her bottom tightly against his swollen manhood as they gently swayed to the rhythm of the music. The pressure of his arms holding her to him and the sensation of his thing dancing between her cheeks got her really hot. The fact that he hadn't grabbed at her but merely held her firmly and gently, made her want him more. The band took a break and she and Andre talked while they had a cold one together. The steam from the shower spread the scent of the Irish Spring soap she was lathering herself with through the room. Her left hand moved the bar of soap to her ass crack soaping up the valley between her cheeks. The memory of Andre's cock pressing between her cheeks became even more vivid as she pressed the soap into her ass crack. Her right hand moved through the lather on her tummy down to just above her womanly slit that hid her clit, which was by this time out from under its protective hood. Her tight panties scrapped against the sensitive nubbin and her slippery juices flowed freely from her. The band resumed playing and she and Andre danced to several hot and heavy rock and roll songs. The y danced hard, fast and suggestively to the heavy beat, each suggestively thrusting their pelvises across the dance floor at one another. When the band played another slow intimate song Andrew moved to her back and they swayed against each other in very intimate contact. Cathy remembered how she had moved his left hand from under her right breast up to actually cup it, and she realled how wonderful it felt when he gently squeezed it toward her swollen nipple. God it felt so good! When she pressed his right hand down toward her box he separated his middle fingers and passed them on either side of her swollen clit pulling her tightly soaked panties tighter into her clit. The fingers glided over her open pussy lips and she began thrusting herself back and forth between the swollen cock pressed between her ass cheeks and the fingers holding her womanhood. Andre suggested that perhaps they should go someplace a bit more private. Cathy's fingers mirrored her memories as she showered. Andre grabbed a couple of cold Miller Genuine Drafts, popped the tops and handed one to Cathy as they went out the French doors to the yard. The beer was cold but its tang did nothing to quench her ardor. She was ready and willing to take Andre's prick from his pants and ravish it with her mouth. She had visions of him kissing, licking and sucking her hot wet pussy into his mouth. They passed four of his team mates as they walked toward the gazebo located in the secluded garden at the back of the party house. She hadn't given a second thought to his nod toward them and the comment that; "it would be awhile before he was ready to go." She was too wrapped up in anticipating his face between her legs and his other head stroking between her lips. He quickly finished his beer and took her into his arms when they arrived at the gazebo. While kissing her he gently lowered her to the gazebo bench lifted her left leg over his right shoulder and dragged his tongue up her left leg from the ankle to the vortex of her arousal. He worked on her womanhood through her sopping panties. She laid back closed her eyes and relished the sensations his lips, tongue and teeth were sending through her body. After a bit he lifted her legs and delicately dragged her panties down her legs and off, she marveled at his gentleness as he held her legs back and traced his tongue all the way through her ass crack over her anus and up to her swollen throbbing clit. With her eyes tightly closed her head lolled to the left, her mouth open gasping for air as passion coursed through her body. She felt a penis press against her partially open lips and she eagerly sucked it and parts of its shaft her eager mouth. Her left hand turned the soap so that just its corner passed along the valley floor between her ass cheeks. The sensation was similar to the feeling that Andre's tongue had made as it slid between her nether cheeks pausing only briefly over her anus and gently pressed into the dimple of her anus. She had been pleasantly surprised at how good his tongue pressing against her ass hole had felt. That pleasant feeling was mirrored by the soap as she pressed it lightly into her rose bud. Two finger of her right hand curled into her pussy applying a steady pressure to area behind her clit from the inside while the palm of her hand gently pressed her clit towards the fingers inside her wet swollen pussy. 'Hmm, that felt so good!' she whispered under her breath to herself. It was after she began sucking the cock in her mouth that the pleasure turned into horror. Thinking back about it now it was a weird kind of horror, on one level her body reacted to the events of the night with unrestrained pleasure, but her mind reacted with revulsion. It was when Andre reached around her legs and lifted her by her hips off the gazebo bench and the man in her mouth lifted her under her arms. His cock slipped from her mouth in the process of rearranging her. Other hands help lift her into kneeling position suspended in midair with exposed sex aimed at Andre's stiff cock pointing directly up at her sopping womanhood. They lowered her onto Andre's stiff prick and when it encountered and was slowed by her tight virginal entrance they pushed her onto him. He groaned at the tight resistance her twat offered and she screamed mutely around the stiff prick filling her mouth. It was not a pleasant way to lose your virginity she thought to herself as her hands and fingers brought her to orgasm, there in the shower. The pain of being deflowered turned to pleasure shortly after her pussy was penetrated by Andre. Andre fucked her furiously while the man in her mouth shoved his cock into her mouth while pulling head onto his shaft. She choked and gagged but he used her face, and mouth like a pussy; only occasionally letting her gasp a breath. It was the very worst oral sex she had ever had with a man. Up until that night her experiences with giving head had been marvelous adventures of naughtiness. While her face an pussy were being fucked another of the boys began fingering her asshole roughly. First one then two then three fingers were trust into her virginal asshole. She'd never even given the idea of anal sex a thought, and here and now her little butt hole was being violated in the most depraved way. What surprised her though was the fact that despite the depravity of the act it began to feel pleasant. Not really pleasurable, but not entirely un-pleasurable either. Cathy rinsed her body after her orgasm and resumed dressing for work. 'Yes,' she thought to herself 'my body felt much the same following the abuse of that night.' Five men had used her that night some in her mouth and several in her ass and pussy. When they had all finished they each politely thanked her for efforts, and each had promised to keep the events of the night between themselves as long as she did the same. But, they warned if she didn't they would all claim that she begged them to gangbang her and she would be known throughout the whole community as a slut and a whore.