15 comments/ 71779 views/ 56 favorites The Bad Deal By: LeBeauRemy Marie's dangly earrings jingled lightly as her head bobbed up and down. Her ex-husband Frank moaned with pleasure as she worked his dick expertly in her mouth. His large dick which had been such a source of pleasure during their marriage was a difficult tool to navigate when giving head, but Marie had always been able to get great results. He was getting close, she could tell, as his moans became more pronounced. She began to suck him faster as her hand jerked at the base, but apparently not fast enough as he grabbed the sides of her head with both hands and began to pummel himself into her throat. Marie coughed and gargled around the cock that was now assaulting her and tried to pull away but Frank held her firmly in place. He face-fucked his pretty, mature ex-wife for a good thirty seconds, with a definite satisfaction at her ineffective struggles to resist him. He felt his orgasm coming and picked up the pace even more. He rode the way of his strong climax pushing himself all the way down her throat as she swallowed the end if his dick and all the cum that was shooting from it. Frank pulled himself out slightly to allow his head to rest on her tongue as he came more and filled her mouth so she could taste his cum properly. Tears were running down her face as her pretty green eyes watered from the assault. Marie coughed and gasped for air and some of the cum came running out her mouth. Frank wiped it off her chin with a finger and replaced his dick with it making sure she swallowed every last drop. She sucked the finger dutifully in between ragged breaths. She turned to look at herself in the mirror. She was a mess now, her makeup was running, her hair was all over the place, her eyes were bloodshot. She looked up at her ex-husband's smug face. "Damnit Frank, do you have to be so rough?" she asked breathlessly. Dan smiled. "You knew how I liked it when you came here." She glared at him, the salty taste of his cum still in her mouth. "Do we have a deal then?" "A deal?" He almost laughed. "An Ivy League college tuition plus living expenses for a blowjob? Marie, come on." "But you said..." "I said it couldn't hurt," he cut in over her. "OK, I'll come back and do it again, once a week until Tom finishes college. Four years of weekly blowjobs, surely that's enough." The offer was painful to make, but she was a mother, and mothers did what they had to do. "Marie, I get all the head I need from Jessica," he said, referencing the young pretty airhead he was seeing. "She sucks cock even better than you do and her pussy is like a vice." He made a fist with his hand as he said it. She could feel her anger rising, she wiped the tears and smeared cum from her face and tried to calm herself. "Then what can I do?" She asked desperately, but fearing his answer. "You know what I want," he said simply. Her relationship with Frank had broken down two years previously. She'd gotten drunk at a work party and had woken up naked beside her fat boss, feeling like she had been fucked for hours. She remembered nothing of it, but her boss hadn't hesitated from filling her in as he leered at her while she tried to recover her scattered clothing and quickly dress. She had been distraught, she couldn't believe she had cheated on her husband. She couldn't keep it a secret from him. Frank is a dominant man and lying to him was impossible. She had cried and cried when she told him, she remembered, and he had looked like he was about to hit her. He didn't though, he just left. Walked out the door of their family home and didn't come back for three days. She didn't know where he went during that time, but her boss had come into work with a battered and bruised face and she had been fired. When Frank came back late on third night, his anger didn't look to have subsided much. But it seemed he had decided to get something out of this situation. Frank had a kink, you see, one he revealed to Marie for the first time that night. He said he would take her back of she did one thing for him. She had to seduce and fuck their son Tom, while she filmed the whole thing for him. Marie was aghast. Sleep with her baby boy? Nevermind the fact that he was sixteen at the time, she couldn't believe Frank could want such a thing. She raged at him, called him a sick pervert and told him to get out of the house right away. So he did, and he never came back. That was over two years ago now. "You know what I want," the words spun in her head. "Frank, no, anything but that, anything." "That's the only thing I want from you Marie." "God, why? What do you get out of it? It's sick." He grinned, "I'm only liking it more the more you think that. It's a taboo, Marie, it's engrained into our culture so strongly the idea makes you physically sick. I like crossing boundaries, I like seeing the unseeable. Take care of our son sexually, and I will take care of him financially." "Damnit Frank, no, he's my son," she said angrily, rising and turning to leave. "Exactly, so do what you have to do for him," he replied from behind her. She stopped, he was manipulating her she knew, appealing to her motherly instincts, but it was true, she would do anything for her boy. She stood her back to him for a long minute. "What if he refuses me?" she asked quietly. "He won't. You're still a very sexy woman Marie, and he's a young, horny guy. He'll fuck you if you let him." Could that be true? Could all men be so lustful, underneath it all? She couldn't believe she was having this conversation. "You're sick," she said. "I'm hard at all this talk is what I am, get over here and take off your skirt." She turned around and sure enough his dick was back at attention. She glared at him. "Bend over the bed here, let's see if your pussy still loves my cock as much as it used to." She couldn't believe the audacity. "No Frank," she said, but it didn't sound as forceful as she wanted it to. "Part of the deal Marie, once to me and once to our son and you've got all the money you need." She was about to say no again, but it stuck in her throat. She had to do this. Tom had been so happy when he got the letter accepting him to Yale, he had worked so hard for it. She couldn't tell him she couldn't afford it. She pulled down her tight black skirt, and her blue lace panties underneath, exposing her bare pussy to him. She always kept herself completely shaved, Frank had insisted on it when they were married and the habit had stuck since. He smiled at the sight of his old friend. He patted the bed beside him and she did as she was bid, bedding over it and putting her face into the sheets. Frank rose and positioned himself behind her. "Good girl, you always were such a good, obedient girl," he said as he entered her and sighed contentedly at the feel. "God so wet Marie?" He said as he slid in easily and began slowly moving his large cock in and out of her. "Is all this talk about fucking your son getting you excited?" Marie shook her head and moaned "nooo" into the mattress. She had no idea how she had gotten so wet, her body had been reacting against her will. Frank picked up his pace. "From behind, Marie, like this, that's how I want him to fuck you, from behind." Marie couldn't respond anymore, she was being stretched by his long thick cock. "Say his name," he said, "call out his name." She wanted to tell him he was sick again but the fucking was too thorough for her to get anything out. His hand reached under her and found her clit. He began rubbing her there, knowing this would be sure to bring her to orgasm. Sure enough it wasn't long before she could feel it building. She was pushing herself back against Frank now, submitting completely to the twin sensations pleasuring her. "Say his name," he said again in between breaths. She shook her head, but thoughts and images were begin to swirl in her mind. The deal, what she was considering doing, the breaking of her principles, and then suddenly Tom's face came into her head. As her orgasm began to swell up in her, his face stuck and wouldn't go away and just as her climax hit it was as if her son was the one fucking her so completely. "Tom! Tommy!" she cried out gutturally as she came. She heard a victorious laugh from behind her as Frank plunged himself deeply and painfully into her, emptying his cum inside her. As her orgasm subsided guilt began to swell up, she had called out her baby boy's name as she came. What kind of a sick monster was she? She felt numb, not even able to muster up panic about Frank's semen fertilising her womb. He pulled out of her and rolled over beside her, a sheen of sweat on his chest. She looked at him, her eyes full of fear at what he was making her become. He saw the look and grinned. "Don't worry, I can tell you're going to love it." He laughed again breathlessly. His cum was dripping down her thighs. He reached over and wiped his fingers up her thighs and across her pussy, then he stuck a finger inside her, scooping up their mixed liquids. He brought it to her mouth. He had always loved doing this after sex. She didn't enjoy it, but she would accept it for him. Submissively she did it again, opening her mouth and letting him clean his messy fingers off on her tongue. She swallowed around them shamefully, letting him degrade her further. She hated him, but she also wanted him to fuck her again. Fuck her so hard she didn't have to think, to consider what she had done and what she was going to do. She was a 46 year old woman, confident and strong, how could she be made to do this? For Tom, her head said, for Tom. * * * Tom closed the front door to his house behind him as he returned home. His thoughts were on his girlfriend Sophie, who had begun talking about they would handle their long-distance relationship when they both went off to college. Tom wasn't so naive as to think either of them could be trusted not to cheat on each other when they were separated for so long. They were young, good looking people and they would be partying with a lot of other young, good looking people. Mistakes would be made. Better to ends things amicably and if they wanted to pick it up again after college they could. Tom walked through the house absent-mindedly as he considered this. Without thinking to knock he opened the bathroom door in his house. He was instantly presented with his mother Marie, clearly just out of the shower, completely naked. Tom didn't know how to react as his mind was overloaded registering all the details of her body. Her dark, wet hair, her large breasts and pointed nipples, her nearly flat stomach, her long shapely legs and her pussy, which he couldn't believe was completely hairless and open to view. Marie found herself equally in shock when the door had opened. She'd been thinking of her deal with Frank, about whether she could go through with it, about screaming out her son's name in the heat of her climax, and then he had walked in, and like a deer in headlights she had frozen. Why was he staring at her? Why wasn't he leaving? Why hadn't she covered herself with the towel in her hand? Ten seconds went by but they felt like an eternity until finally Tom quickly closed the door saying, "shit, sorry mom!". He hurried to his room, his heart racing from the unexpected reaction he had had. He'd been blindsided by seeing a sexy, naked lady, even if it was his own mother. He'd never once thought about her that way before. With sinking guilt he realised his erection was now straining against his jeans. His mom's pussy - even putting those words together felt terrible - had been, he had to admit, beautiful. Completely bare, and only showing the slightest hint of inner labia. He imagined what it would look like with her legs spread, what it would taste like... Tom couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his dick free and began pumping away at the thought of taking his mother in a way no son should ever think about. It didn't take long to cum and then the horrible guilt returned. What a sick pervert he was. Marie stood in the bathroom unable to think after what had just happened. The way her son had looked at her, at every part of her, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Was it true what Frank had said, that if she let him, her son would eagerly fuck her. Why was this happening? She felt like things were spiralling out of control in her life. But if her son had enjoyed looking at her naked, maybe she wouldn't be such a terrible person for sleeping with him, she rationalised. If he wanted to have his mother that way, and she could see him provided for financially so he could concentrate on his studies by doing so, maybe she was the only one who would suffer through the whole thing? She couldn't selfishly let her instincts win in that case, even if they were screaming out for her to deny Dan. She sighed and towelled herself off, she needed a drink. Wrapping the towel around herself with another for her hair she left the room praying she wouldn't run into her son along the way. Luckily she made it safely back to her room without any awkward encounters. When she was dressed in her bath gown and fully dried she went downstairs and made herself a strong gin and tonic. She chugged half the thing in one go, feeling the warm tendrils reach her chest and calm her nerves somewhat. It took another two cocktails before she felt herself returning to a level of normalcy. Her son had seen her naked, so what? These things happened sometimes, no big deal. He was a young man, only just 18, so he had stared, nothing shocking there. She was a bit flattered now that she considered it. She a had a hot body that even someone that young would find desirable. She made herself another drink and laughed to herself about the whole crazy situation. After a while she heard her son coming down the stairs. Her vision was starting to blur a little bit and she knew she had gotten a bit too drunk from four strong drinks. She felt it was now or never for her deal with Frank. She had the courage of alcohol to help her through this, she would make her son enjoy it, she had to, make it special for him. She quickly slid her panties off from beneath her gown and hid them before he came downstairs. She now was completely naked under her gown. When he shuffled in he looked extremely awkward and guilty. Marie smiled at him tipsily. "Hi sweety," she said when he came in, her hair still damp from the shower. "Hi mom," he replied quietly. "Listen I'm really sorry about earlier, I just wasn't expecting..." "Don't be silly!" she cut in. "It's not big deal at all!" "Really?" he said visibly relieved. "Yea of course, it's just a body, no big deal, and of course you are a man after all." She said, giving him a motherly, understanding face. He nodded, not sure how to take that. Marie was feeling bold. "Did you... like what you saw?" She asked, playing with the rope on her gown while she looked at the floor. Of all the ways Tom had expected this to go, he hadn't expected this. He struggled to make coherent words in response. "L-like it?" he stammered. Marie laughed nervously. "Well yea, it's always nice to get a compliment." "Mom, that's too weird, I can't talk about this stuff, I'm going to bed." Relief and disappointment mixed within Marie as her son turned to go. But something made her speak out, she wasn't sure what was pushing her along anymore, if it was the deal, desire, or something else. "Do you want to see it again?" she asked quietly. That stopped him in his tracks. For about a minute he didn't move. When he did turn around, there was fear in his eyes, but he just nodded ever so slightly. Marie sighed internally. This was it, this was the moment she could never come back from. If she did this, her relationship with her son would never be the same again. But he wants it, a voice cried out on her head, and he needs that money. She looked at her son in his bright blue eyes. Those eyes that had looked up at her as she had nursed him as a baby, or had filled with tears when he had scraped a knee. His dark hair she had always ruffled when he was younger, his hands that she had held when they walked together. But the boy was now a man, and she was about to expose herself to him willingly, for the most part. Slowly she undid the belt of her gown and shrugged out if it so it fell on to the chair behind her. For the second time in a day, Tom was staring at his own mother naked. She let him stare, take her in as much as he wanted to. His gaze settled where her legs met, so she spread them wide to give him a clear view of where he had come into this world from. She was his to do what he wanted with for tonight. She would worry about how to repair the relationship tomorrow. Tom's eyes roamed over her, enjoying every bit of her again. When she spread her legs to expose her pussy to him, a primal instinct made him want to jump on her and fuck her, but he fought it. This was his mother, looking at her was one thing, but having sex with her? That was a line he couldn't cross. He wasn't sure how long he was staring, but it felt like a long time, with his dick hardening and his heart beating a mile a minute. Finally Marie noticed the straining of her son's dick against his jeans. She had caused that, it was her womanly responsibility to see it taken care of. She approached him until they were face to face, eyes locked and full of fear and anticipation. She slowly sunk down to her knees. Looking up at her son, she judged his reaction. Tom eyes went wide as his naked mother's head was now inches from his hard dick. "You can't mom," he said. But it lacked all conviction. She undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. "No, you can't," he repeated in a whisper. She pulled his boxers down and it sprang loose. He had taken after Frank, she could see, another very big cock was now facing her. She looked up once more at her son and he mouthed "no". She took him in her mouth, his warm thick dick filling her mouth. "You can't," he moaned one last time as desire and need won out in his internal battle. "Oh God," was all he could say next as suddenly he went to heaven. He'd had a few blowjobs before but nothing like this. His mom was sucking him so expertly he felt like he could cum already. He was sure this was a dream he would wake up from soon. Some sick twisted dream he would feel terrible for in the morning. But the dream carried on, his mother's head continued to bob back and forth on his cock, her tongue massaging the underside of it. One hand steadied herself on his thigh while the other was wrapped around the base of his cock jerking him into her mouth. She hadn't planned to let him cum just yet, she still had to get him up to her room where Frank's hidden cameras were set up, but it appeared the situation was too much for Tom. Thirty seconds in and without warming he exploded in his mom's mouth, grabbing her hair and pulling her head fully onto him instinctually. He poured his cum onto her tongue. "Mom!" he called out, "oh shit, mom!". Their eyes met again in that moment, as she decided whether to swallow or not. In the end, her submissive side won out. A man had his dick in her mouth, so she gulpedb down his cum. She was too far gone to stop this now, too drunk and horny to care the man was her own boy. Her thighs were now slick with wetness from her exposed pussy, which was craving attention. As Tom's orgasm subsided, reality set in once again as he looked down at his mother, the woman who had raised him, cared for him, loved him, was on her knees with his softening dick still in her mouth. With one last suck she pulled her mouth off him. He didn't know what to say, she had initiated the whole terrible thing, but his protests had been weak. He couldn't fight his male impulses, the ones that paid no heed to cultural taboos, that just wanted to fuck whatever was willing. The Bad Deal Ch. 02 The water in Marie's bath had turned cold 20 minutes earlier, but still she sat there staring unseeingly at the tiled wall ahead of her. It had been scalding hot when she had first gotten in, almost unbearably so, but still not hot enough to cleanse her. The suds had evaporated almost entirely, exposing her mature naked form. She had made sure to lock the bathroom door this time though, she didn't want any repeat incidents of what had set this whole thing off. Her mind reeled back to that moment, only 7 or 8 hours ago now, but it felt like another lifetime. Tom walking in on her, fresh out of the shower. His stare had been locked on her lustily, her own son. Right between her legs is where his gaze had rested. She stared at herself there now. It had always made her feel sexy, being hairless down there, but now it just made her feel perverse, and that was only the least of it. What had made her do what she did? How had she overridden 18 years of motherly instinct to drop to her knees and put her son's dick in her mouth? Involuntarily her mind conjured up the feel of him in her mouth, the noises he made in climax, the taste of his cum. Had the deal with Frank been so impossible to turn down? Did she have no other option? Did she want it? The last possibility scared her most of all, it blasted apart that last place her conscience had left to hide, the idea that she had sacrificed herself for Tom, for his future. "Son-fucker" he had called her, his tone equal parts angry and lustful. Would he ever forgive her? He must hate her. He was a young man, driven by hormones. A naked woman waiting on all fours for him would have been impossible to resist, no matter who it was. She was the one who had caused all this, she had forced him to take her. She would have cried then, but she had done all the crying she could tonight, her bloodshot eyes continued staring out, dry and listless. She glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly 2 am she realised. She was so tired, but she knew sleep would be impossible. Every time she closed her eyes she relived it, him climbing up on the bed, entering her, filling her, fucking her. With a dread she realised the memories were turning her on. God, what was she going to do? She covered her face with her hands, trying to make the world disappear. * * * Later that morning, Marie rang the bell for Frank's penthouse apartment and waited for a few minutes until she was buzzed up. In her hand she had a DVD that she wanted to smash into a thousand pieces. When she got to his floor she found him waiting for her with the door open and a smug smile on his face. "Come in Marie, you look exhausted, long night?" She was too tired and numb to care about his insinuations. She pushed past him and stood in the entrance hall of his elegantly furnished apartment. He brought her into his living room and gestured for her to take a seat in one of his comfortable dark brown leather sofas. She slumped into one and held out the DVD. "Here, take this terrible thing away from me." Frank smiled and took it, admiring it. "So it's done then?" he asked. She nodded. "What was it like? Did you enjoy it?" he sounded fascinated. She opened her mouth to speak, to insult him but only a squeak came out. Then the tears started to well up again. "It's terrible Frank, it's all terrible. I've ruined everything!" She cried. "Oh come now," he said, "it was just a bit of sex between two consenting adults. Did he come inside you?" he asked matter of factly. Her admission was a large shuddering sob. She had to go get the pill right after she left this place. "How nice. And did you come also Marie?" "Stop Frank! Please stop!" she cried. "It's done, just please stop torturing me." He smiled secretly at that and nodded, walking into his kitchen. He returned a few moments later with a crystal tumbler in hand. "Here have some scotch, it will calm you down." She took the drink in two shaky hands and brought it to her lips, knocking the thing back in a couple of gulps. She stared out the glass doors that lead to his balcony. "I'm the worst mother in the world" she said numbly. He laughed, "or the best, depending on your perspective. I bet he loved every moment of it." She shook her head and went to speak, but her tongue felt as if it were very thick all of a sudden. Her lack of asleep also seemed to catch up to her as her eyelids started feeling very heavy. Frank was smiling down at her. "Is that scotch taking the edge off now?" Realisation dawned that something wasn't right. He must have put something in her drink. Panic would have set in, but instead she started feeling more sedated. Frank went over to his tv and inserted the DVD into the player and turned the screen on. Before Marie lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was herself on the television walking into her room naked and getting up on it on all fours, exposing her full vaginal lips and ass to the camera. The tumbler fell from her hand and smash on the hardwood floor. Frank tutted. "That was careless," he said looking at the glass and sounding annoyed with himself. * * * "Fuck me sweety, fuck me Tommy!" Marie heard herself crying out. She groaned, her mind was still replaying that moment she thought groggily, when would it end? But as she began to come to she realised the noises weren't come from her own head, but rather somewhere nearby. She started to remember what had happened. She had come to Frank's apartment and passed out, he must have drugged her! How could he do that? Her eyes opened wide and she tried to move but couldn't. Many things became clear at once. The first was that she was completely naked, the second was that she was now strapped, spread-eagled, to the four bedposts of Frank's large mattress in his bedroom. Panic rose in her and she cried out in fear, her real shouts mixing with her recorded ones coming from the tv where she could see herself climaxing as Tom fucked her forcefully. The shout brought Frank into the room. "Ah hello Marie, how are you feeling?" "Frank what are you doing!? Untie me please!" He grinned and shook his head. "Oh no Marie, I have a lot planned for you today, we're going to be here for awhile." On the TV, the DVD had looped and was now starting again, with Marie entering naked and climbing up on the bed again. She looked away, not able to bear seeing it. "On all fours, just like I asked, good girl," he nodded approvingly. "He takes a few minutes to decide here, I considered cutting it out, but I like the tension it adds." "Frank please, it hurts too much to see this. Please let me go." Frank went to his dresser and pulled a ball gag from it. "Shhh Marie," he said as he put it in her mouth and secured it, "I'm trying to enjoy the movie." He patted her face gently, but there was no warmth in his eyes. "Now watch it with me and I'll let you go once it's done. Close your eyes or look away and, well, I'll have more fun." He glanced at her exposed bare pussy and winked at her. The threat forced her to turn and stare at the screen. In her position, she didn't doubt Frank would be true to his word. He had never been violent with her when they were together, but the last two years had changed him clearly. Their son had now made his decision. As he climbed up in the bed, the video cut to a different camera with a better angle on them. Frank had clearly already edited the whole thing together. Tom undid his jeans and lowered them enough to free his dick. "He's big," Frank said impressed. "Not as big as me, but still good." Then he entered her slowly, and she groaned for him. Watching it over again was surreal for Marie, like an out of body experience. She wanted to stop it, stop them, make them realise they couldn't do it to each other. [i]You're his mother![/i] she wanted to scream at herself through the screen, through time, [i]stop![/i] And with a horrible realisation, she noticed she could feel some wetness between her legs. How could she be getting aroused? She was sick. She hoped Frank wouldn't notice. On the TV Tom was still fucking her slowly while Marie was biting her lip to stop from displaying her pleasure to him. "Do you like this mom? Do you like being a son-fucker?" her son's voice said through the speakers. She could hear the anger in it. "Son-fucker," Frank repeated after Tom on the screen, "I like that." Tears were rolling down Marie's face freely now. If Tom had sounded like he was enjoying himself maybe she could forgive herself, but it was the hate that hurt her most. On it went, forcing Marie to relive the whole horrible thing as Tom picked up the pace, as her orgasm started building, as she started screaming for him to fuck her. "This is my favourite part," Frank said, pointing at the screen, "when you start pushing back against him. You can't get enough of it. I knew you would love it." How could a woman of 46 not control herself? How could she give in so completely? Marie couldn't understand her own actions. After what seemed to take forever she heard them come again, watched Tom's face scrunch up as he fucked her powerfully through their mutual climaxes. "Bravo, well done Marie, you went above and beyond, it was some show," Frank said when it was over. Marie's relief at the video being done ended quickly when once again it began to repeat. In she walked, naked, as she climbed up on the bed. Marie started to shout through her gag to turn the TV off, but it was just muffled noise. Frank smiled at her. "Wait here Marie, I want you to meet someone." He left and a few moments later returned, this time followed by a young woman. She was a pretty, petite blonde, with pert tits, a flat stomach and tanned toned legs. She was wearing nothing except for a pair of lacy black heels and Marie could see she too had fulfilled Frank's obligation of being completely hairless between her legs. The cleft of her lips peeked up from the gap between her thighs. "Marie, this is Jessica," Frank said. Marie had recognised her already, though they'd never met. Jessica was the young pharmacy student Frank had been seeing for the last six months or so. Marie and Frank still had plenty of friends in common, and Facebook had allowed her to see the younger woman's photos. "Hi Marie, it's nice to meet you. Are your straps tight enough? I seriously hate it when my straps aren't tight enough," the girl said with casual concern. "They're very tight, don't worry pet," Frank said. Jessica smiled. "How should we proceed, master?" "Get your strapon on, I want to see you fuck my ex wife until she comes for you." Marie panicked and started writhing in her restraints and shouting through her gag. "Oh she doesn't like the sound of that, master. What's she trying to say?" Jessica moved to the bed and undid the gag, allowing one of her nipples to rub against the older woman's mouth and nose. "Please! Please Frank, you said you'd let me go if I watched the video! Please why are you doing this!?" Marie cried when she could speak again. Frank's expression darkened. "Why? You were my wife Marie, mine, and you went and fucked that fat fuck Greg Morton." He spat, referencing her old boss that she'd woken up beside after a work party. "Now I'm making you pay. If you think I'm going to give you a penny for fucking our son you're in for a surprise you sick pervert, you'll get nothing from me but my dick in all your holes, but first you'll get Jessica's." Jessica had fixed on her strapon, the dildo was a huge black penis replica with fake rubber veins along it and a large head at the end. She climbed up on the bed with Marie. "No! Please don't!" Marie cried. "Jessica don't do this, it's rape, please!" Jessica looked at Frank as she lined up her dildo with Marie's pussy. "Master?" "Fuck her, pet." The fake dick pushed up against Marie's lips, and then through the resistance with surprising ease. "Nooooo!" Marie cried. "Oh my God, I think she was really wet," exclaimed Jessica as ever so slowly she slide her tool into the mature woman's body. Marie had never been stretched so wide before, it was the biggest thing she'd ever had inside her by far. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she made low guttural noises as her pussy swallowed more and more of it, unable to form protests anymore. When it was three quarters of the way in, the college student started withdrawing it extremely slowly again, then brought it back in at the same speed. She did this several more times, allowing the older woman's pussy time to get used to the size of the strapon. She smiled as Marie's pained groans started becoming little involuntary gasps of pleasure. Picking up the pace, Jessica leaned down and took one of Marie's nipples in her mouth while a free hand massaged the other one. Marie was in sensory overload as the young woman expertly worked her tits and fucked her pussy with that massive rod. "Pluh-pluh-please st-stop," was all she could get out weakly in between gasps and moans. From the TV she could hear her own voice crying out, "fuck me sweetie, fuck me sweetie, oh God fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," to her son. Jessica chuckled. "God that's hot, hearing you begging to get fucked, will you beg me?" She increased the speed of her thrusts now which was causing Marie's tits to swing back and forth with the rhythm. Marie prayed she wouldn't give in and be humiliated even more by begging her ex's girlfriend to fuck her. Until today, Marie had never even kissed another woman before, and now this girl less than half her age was on top of her fucking her with the biggest thing that had ever gone through her vagina, except for Tom. As Jessica's fucking became more and more intense, she was slipping a fraction more into Marie with each stroke, until she finally bottomed out inside her. Marie cried in pain and her hands gripped the bed sheets as the dildo began smacking against her cervix. "Aaaah-aaaah-aaaah-ssssstop-aaaah!" She cried out. But Jessica didn't stop. "I have to keep going until you come Marie, try to come for me," she said, her breathing become heavier now. Suddenly Jessica was pushed down so she was lying on top of Marie in missionary position. Marie could see that Frank was naked now and had climbed on the bed with them. Jessica's face was pushed into the bed beside where hers was looking up and their breasts were pressed together. Marie heard the girl gasp and realised Frank had just entered her from behind. "Yes," she moaned breathlessly, "oh yes master." Frank started fucking his little girlfriend, and with each thrust into her young, tight pussy, it would push Jessica's plastic cock into Marie. He's fucking me with her body, Marie realised. Fortunately, the angle Jessica was at meant that she now couldn't get all of the dildo in, so it wasn't hurting anymore, in fact it was feeling incredible. Marie was moaning loader now as their three bodies rubbed against each other sweatily. "Master fuck us, fuck us! Your ex is loving this big thing inside her!" Jessica said. She raised her face from the sheets and pushed her tongue into Marie's open mouth, swirling it around hers. Marie's arousal made her react without thinking by returning the deep kissing. Frank looked down victoriously as his ex moaned like a whore from the fucking his girlfriend was passing on to her. She was too easy to break. He was ramming into Jessica with force now, in turn causing her to do the same to Marie. The three of them were synchronising their thrusts to slam back into each other for maximum pleasure. "Oooh God!" Marie cried. "Oh shit, yes, fuck me Jessica, fuck meeeeee." That made Jessica laugh and bite her lip with arousal. "Just what I wanted to hear," she grunted in between moans. Marie didn't know how long they were fucking her for, but she had heard herself and Tom orgasm four or five times on the TV when her own climax started to hit her for real. She cried out incoherently as her cunt started pulsating with pleasure. She wanted to wrap her legs and arms around Jessica, but the restraints held her in place, so instead she just writhed on the bed as her pussy squeezed the fake dick inside her. Watching the mature mother come underneath her was beyond arousing for Jessica. She locked lips again with Marie and stuck her tongue inside the woman's mouth, muffling her orgasmic noises. The fucking from Frank sending her over the edge too as she came on his dick, while he continued to push her inside Marie. Like a domino effect, Frank was next as the two sexy women below him climaxed, his ramming became desperate, bringing him to his own release and filling Jessica with his cum. "Ah my pet! Ah Jessica!" He called out, which made her swell with a feeling that intensified her climax. She reached an arm around her to feel his ass tense as his orgasm ran through him. His pace slowed once he'd emptied himself. As he caught his breath, his face resting against her back, Jessica tried her best to milk as much as she could out of him with her young pussy. "Master," she cooed. He pulled out of her and patted her on the ass, then through ragged breaths he said, "pet, sit on Marie's face and feed her my cum." Marie was catching her breath also when she heard that, the words shaking her from her orgasmic bliss. She shook her head, she didn't even know how to give oral sex to a woman. "No Frank, no, I don't want that." "You'll do whatever you're told Marie, or this video," he said, pointing to the TV, "goes fucking viral." The words hit her like a brick, but before she could respond, Jessica had straddled her face. Her young, swollen and red and wet pussy pushed into her closed mouth and nose. "Lick," Frank commanded, so she did. She licked gingerly at first, unsurely, while Jessica pushed herself on her tongue whenever it emerged. Soon she resigned herself to her position, and decided to try to end this as quickly as possible. She began to naturally copy the way she'd had this done to her so many times during her life. When the older women was lapping properly at her, Jessica relaxed her pussy and allowed the cum to flow from her. Marie could taste the familiar taste of cum mixed with pussy juices as her tongue delved inside the college student, only this time it wasn't her own juices. "Even now I'm not sure you get it," Frank said as he watched the erotic sight on front of him. "You filmed yourself fucking your son! And then, you gave the video to me! The man you cheated on! You're mi- Keep licking!" He commanded, when her sex juices smeared face turned to look at him, she obeyed. "You're mine now Marie, I can do whatever I want with you. I can make you stay here forever as my sex slave, I can make you go out my building a fuck a homeless man, I can make you go seduce our son again. Because if you don't do exactly what I say, exactly how I say it, I'll send this video to your tennis club, to Tom's friends, to everyone in town. You'll make national news, honey, the world will download your video! You won't be able to hide anywhere." He sneered. "Now lick my pet until she cums, you fucking whore." Marie couldn't believe how stupid she'd been, how could she have trusted Frank. She kept licking the pussy in her face, praying the girl would come quickly, as tears began running down her face. The heavy realisation of how she now had to do whatever Frank said was beginning to sink in, and, as it did, she could feel Frank pushing his dick inside her slick vagina, entering her easily and without permission. "Fuck me sweetie, fuck me sweetie, oh God fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" came her voice from the TV. On top of her Jessica's body was coming to a shuddering climax while she cried out in pleasure and grabbed Marie's face with both hands. The girl grinded herself into her face, while Frank casually pulled in and out of her for some simple stimulation to accompany the incredible scene. The Bad Deal Ch. 02 "Oh god, Marie, you are good at that!" Jessica said, looking down from her position on top of the woman's face as she rotated her clit in small circle's on her cheek. Her sweat damp hair hanging down from her face, framing it in Marie's view. On screen, TV Marie was coming again. Jessica had barely recovered her breath when Frank was giving orders once more. "Put the strapon back on," he said as he pulled out of Marie. He moved around the bed and began undoing Marie's restraints, they weren't necessary anymore, he had played his hand and now he had much stronger restraints on her. Marie didn't bother to even attempt to escape when straps were undone. "Get on all fours Marie, just the way I like you." Numbly, Marie did as she was bid, flopping onto her stomach and pushing herself into a prone position. "Get behind her and fuck her brains out Jessica," Frank said, as he positioned himself in front of her, his hard dick standing at her lips. "Open wide, Marie." She opened her mouth and started sucking, cleaning her juices off him. Jessica entered her from behind and wasted no time in hammering into her as hard and fast as she could, while Frank forced his dick as far down her throat as he could. The pain of the massive dildo smacking at her cervix returned while she choked on Frank's meat. It took a good 10 minutes of Marie being used and abused before Frank grabbed her hair and emptied his load into her mouth. She swallowed his cum, not able to muster any resistance, while he looked into her pained eyes with sinister satisfaction. "Good whore, you're a good little whore," he said, patting her cheek. She fell to the bed too tired to hold herself up any longer. Through her exhausted haze, she registered her asshole being lubed up. Unbidden, her thoughts turned to the previous week, when her biggest problem had been bills. Would she ever have such normality again? It seemed like there was no escape from Frank and his depravity. The Bad Deal He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Marie waited for him to say something, to rage at her for what she'd done, or to force her up on to the table and take her until she begged him to stop. But he did neither, he just stared at her. Marie knew that she'd achieved nothing yet. What she'd done just now would have been all in vain if she didn't keep going and commit the ultimate sin. She had to get him up to her room, where Frank's hidden cameras were set up. It needed to be recorded, or she'd get nothing. She wiped away the a bit of cum that had dribbled out of her mouth from her chin and then stood, her breasts rubbing against Tom's wet dick as she rose. "Do you want more?" she asked him, almost shyly. She didn't know how she would take rejection. "More?" he asked throatily. Marie nodded with a flat expression. "What do you mean?" She took his hand in hers, gave it a small squeeze, and led him out of the kitchen. Taking him up the stairs, they stopped when they reached a framed picture of Tom as a boy on his bicycle that hung on the wall. Marie looked at the picture, then at her son. She had always loved that photo of him, so sweet and innocent. In that moment, she faltered, she wanted to abandon the whole sordid thing. Last week she had been a good mother, a decent person, now she felt like a whore, fucking her son for money, the taste of his salty cum still in her mouth. She went to let go of his hand, but was surprised when he held on to hers. Tom's male instincts had taken over again when he sensed hesitation. He walked past his mother and the picture of him while holding onto her hand and brought her up the rest of the steps, she resisted slightly at first, but not much. They reached his room and he thought of bringing her in there, but decided on her room instead, her bed, he would take her there, mark it as his own. His lust was tinged with anger, anger at his mother for initiating this, for changing their happy normal relationship. If she was going to act like a slut he was going to treat her like one. A numbness was filling Marie now. She felt like she was operating on auto-pilot as she let Tom lead her into her own room. Luckily he chose her room as in her current state she didn't have it in her to argue wherever he decided to do this. When they reached her room she looked at her big comfortable bed. She looked at the three hidden cameras she had placed around the room and hoped they were working. She remembered Frank's instructions. When Tom released her hand, she walked over to the bed and climbed up on it, then positioned herself on all fours on the bed and waited. A growing part of her hoped she would hear Tom turn around and walk away down the hall. She could feel the cool air on her exposed pussy as she wondered what her son would do. She knew what an enticing site she must have made for a horny teenager. Ass and pussy waiting for anyone who wanted to take advantage, hair and large tits hanging down. After a couple of minutes of waiting, her heart sank when she felt a weight join her on the bed, and fingers running up her legs until they gripped her around her waist. She felt the warm head of a cock at her wet lips. For some reason, in that moment, her mind flashed back to the day Tom was born, when she first held the small pink thing in her arms and his little tired blue eyes had looked up at her. All images were pushed from her head though as the cock started spreading her, filling her. She gasped, it was so big, and it kept going inside her. This was it now, they had done it, they had crossed the final barrier. When he was completely inside of her he didn't move. Tom stared down at the his mother's back and ass, and her pussy that he was now completely buried inside. He couldn't believed this was actually happening. He could believe he had made her gasp with pleasure. That it was her wet, warm and tight pussy that he was now inside. He pulled out very slowly until he was half way out, then pushed in again equally slowly, marvelling at her little gasps she tried to hide as he did so. "Do you like this mom?" he asked her as he continued to slowly move in and out of her, feeling powerful, angry and incredibly turned on. "Do you like being a son-fucker?" When she didn't respond he started picking up the pace. "Answer me mom," he said he plunging into her. "Tell me you like it." Marie was biting her lip to keep herself from moaning. He was now fucking her with a bit of force, his thick dick filling her completely. Her tits were swinging back and forth with every thrust. "Answer me mom!" he shouted, going faster and faster. Marie couldn't hold it in anymore she moaned loudly and cried out. "Yes, oh god yes! Fuck me Tommy, fuck your mom." "You slutty son-fucker!" Tom was now hammering into her, her face was squashed into the pillow while she screamed, "fuck me sweetie, fuck me sweetie, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She was being so loud she was she the neighbours would hear but she couldn't stop herself. Tom had already cum twice recently, so he was able to keep going much longer than he usually did. He found a rhythm and just lost all track of time as his world became reduced to his dick and her pussy. After several minutes of hard fucking Marie began to feel an orgasm building inside her. She was pushing back against her son now, their sweat soaked bodies smacking against each other as their hips worked in tandem. Marie kept shouting "fuck me sweety, fuck me Tommy" until her orgasm hit her like a train and her shouts became guttural and incomprehensible. Her head thrashed and her body wreathed and shuddered on Tom's dick. The scene in front of him was too much too for Tom to handle as he too climaxed with deep shoves inside her while her pussy squeezed him, mother and son coming together. He freely coated the walls of her pussy with his semen, their juices mixing together. Finally their pace slowed, the two of them panting and sweating like they had run a marathon. Too tired to talk or to even feel guilty, Tom pulled out of his mother with a wet noise and rolled onto the bed beside her. Marie slumped down, taking her weight off her shaky knees and elbows. Her face was turned away from Tom, looking out the window at the streetlight lit road. His cooling cum was leaking out of her and wetting the bed, but she was more concerned with what had stayed inside her. Not only had she fucked her son, but she'd done it unprotected. What if she got pregnant with Tom's son and brother? What kind of freak was she? She should be locked up. The only bleak upside was that maybe Frank had already gotten her pregnant. Tears began to well up in her eyes. Her emotions she had kept locked up since Tom had taken her up the stairs came flooding back to her. She could hear Tommy's harsh words in her head. "Son-fucker," he had called her. But she had been such a good mother before. She'd never even so much as used bad language around her boy before. Tears were running down her face now and her body was starting to shake. Tom's breath was returning to him as he stared unseeingly at the ceiling. When he heard the sounds of his mother crying, he came back to reality. He grabbed her by her shoulder and turned her to face him. Through bloodshot teary eyes she looked up at him, fear and guilt and self-hatred etched onto her face. "I'm so sorry sweetie," she said in between sobs. The shame and guilt of it all was too much for Tom to bare, he felt it beginning to consume him. The things he had said to her, the rough way he had treated her, his own mother. He got up from the bed and fled to his bedroom, leaving his crying mother alone.