1 comments/ 53204 views/ 8 favorites Maria's Interrogation Ch. 01 By: Stardog Champion At least the trip up the three flights of stairs leading to Shirley Dixon's current apartment felt somewhat safer than any she'd made at all her previous residences. Thirty-Eight, Shirley had spent her entire life in some of the rougher neighborhoods Philadelphia had to offer. Thankfully, through a heaping helping of hard work and more than little luck, Shirley had got her finances to the point where she could afford to move her and her only son, Caleb, to a nicer neighborhood out in the suburbs. While they weren't exactly kicking their heels up at night in the Hamptons, the fact that Shirley didn't have to dodge puddles of urine, and the occasional bullet, on her trip to her front door made for a much more fulfilling existence. Having worked for Philly's transit system for the previous 15 years, Shirley had been able to squirrel away a nice little nest egg. Part of the reason had been how lucky she'd been with her health over the years, she'd only had to call in once since she'd started. Today, sadly, was about to be day #2. She'd woke up around 4am feeling queasy, but still thought between a good hot shower and the bus ride into work, she'd get her juices flowing. By the time she'd got to the office however, the telltale signs of the flu were glaring. Considering two of her other employees had already called in sick, Shirley's boss, Ines, was torn whether to send Shirley home but knew having her there might just contaminate the entire office. Forty-Five minutes after arriving, Shirley Dixon was on her way back home. Getting off the bus a little after 10 that morning, Shirley wrapped her scarf tight around her neck and face to gird herself for the two block walk home to her apartment building. Vacillating between making herself some chicken soup or jumping straight into bed, Shirley had no clue she'd face a much more daunting decision in very short order. She'd been bugging Caleb for a few days about getting off his butt and put a few applications in at some jobs in the area, but the 19 year old had many of the same traits as the father he hadn't seen since he was 9. Chief among them, while he could be a hard worker, he definitely needed a fire lit beneath him to pull it off. When Shirley didn't hear the God-awful bass thump of Caleb's hiphop coming from her apartment once she'd exited the elevator, she took it as a good sign that he wasn't home. "That, or he's still be in bed," she snidely reminded herself of the more likely option. Shirley had just extended the key towards the lock when the first strains of sound started filtering through the door. "SHHEEESSHH," she muttered bitterly under her breath, knowing from the faint echo her son wasn't alone. The nausea Shirley had been fighting was suddenly replaced by the anger now stirring in her craw. While Caleb was technically an adult, he was still living under her roof and eating the food in her fridge. She'd made it clear to him from the day he could walk that she wasn't going to be responsible for the fallout from any lapses of judgment. She'd seen the way some of the girls in the apartment complex looked at him, especially some of the white and Hispanic girls, as if Caleb was some sort of exotic, taboo prize to piss off their own parents. Holding the key in her right hand as she balled her left open and shut, Shirley tried to decide whether she should barge in, or simply take a cool down lap around the block then call her son to tell him she was on her way home, giving him time to ferry the girl out with some shred of dignity. "This is your house, Dammitt....get in there before he goes and knocks her up," Shirley finally decided, wasting no time shoving the key in the lock and turning it. The tell-tale trail of clothing was the first thing Shirley noticed when she walked in, winding from the living room towards the hall that led back to the bedrooms. If it wasn't for the flames firing in her eyes, she may have noted something odd about the discarded clothing dotting the floor. Stalking down the hall, realizing the unmistakable sounds of sex were actually coming from the bathroom down to her left, if it wasn't for that singular, lasor focus, Shirley would have also detected something unique about the perfume wafting in the air. If Shirley thought the local hoes were out for something taboo and forbidden by hanging with her son, what she saw when she rounded that corner and stormed in didn't do those two terms justice. ___________________________________ Maria Lombardi had known Caleb Dixon since he was in pre-school. Having just turned 45 herself, Maria had met Shirley Dixon when she started at the transit office 15 years earlier. Maria was relatively new as well, and the two women quickly bonded. She'd been there through Shirley's ups and downs, and more than anyone else, Shirley had been there for Maria when her husband died in a car accident six years earlier. All that combined to make what she was currently doing with Shirley's only son a very shameful pill to swallow. Its human nature when you meet a child, especially when it belongs to someone you know, to sort of always see them as a child, even as they inch towards adulthood. This was no different for Maria in the way she saw Caleb grow into a man. For that 'view of perpetual youth' to be altered, it often takes something of graphic proportion. Sadly for Maria, that occurred early one Saturday morning about six months earlier. The two women had been out on the town that Friday night the previous Summer. While they hadn't exactly painted the town red, they shared a nice dinner then hit a couple of clubs and drank more than they probably should before taking a cab back to Shirley's new place a little after midnight. They'd done something similar a handful of times over the years, but normally they'd gone back to Maria's for the night, this was the first time Maria had crashed at Shirley's. The ritual usually consisted of waking up late the next morning, downing a couple of Bloody Marys to ward off the hangovers, then go out for brunch with Shirley before going their separate ways. Those were the simple expectations for Maria as she put her drunken head down on the pillow that night. All that changed when she was stirred awake a few hours before dawn. Under normal circumstances, falling asleep in a strange house can be a tedious task. Between the odd and unexpected sounds one might hear, along with need to adjust to the different surroundings, sometimes sleep can be awhile in coming. Maria had no such problems that night. Given the amount of mixed drinks in her system combined with the exhaustion she felt from her long week, she was dead to the world within minutes of snuggling beneath the covers. It took an act of God, in fact, to wake her up a little after four just before her bladder let loose all over Shirley's clean sheets. "URRGGG," she groaned, still clearly inebriated as she struggled to her feet to make her way across to the door so she could stagger to the bathroom. Thankfully Shirley had left the light on in the hall just in case Maria had to get up in the middle of the night. Just as she turned the knob of the door however, and the first sliver of light spread across her haggard face, Maria stopped cold in her tracks when the sound of the front door of the apartment opened. Swaying on her significantly woozy knees as an icy chill rippled down her spine, Maria braced her left hand out against the doorframe as the echo of heavy footsteps drifted through the living room. Patting her chest, Maria's pulse settled slightly when she realized it was likely Shirley's son coming home. Shirley had often made mention that Caleb sort of came and went as he pleased, and with the boy being over 18, she really didn't waste her breath trying to get him to come home at a decent hour. Maria was pretty sure Shirley hadn't even bothered to call or text Caleb to let him know she had company over that night. Stepping back into the shadows, figuring she could hold her bladder long enough to let Caleb pass down the hall and disappear into his room, Maria pressed her thighs together and held her breath. Unfortunately, Caleb had to piss just as bad as she did. Before she could close her eyes or turn her head however, Maria saw things impossible to unsee. With the nonchalance of a guy assuming he was the only one on Earth awake at that hour, Caleb dropped trow and started to pee with his back to the open bathroom door. Allowing his baggy jeans and underwear to drop all the way to the floor, Caleb aimed his dangling tool towards the bowl and fired. Turning her head before she could block out the image of Caleb's perfectly sculpted cocoa colored buttocks, Maria listened to his piss stream sizzle through the otherwise silent house. She learned very quickly in that moment that it is absolute torture listening to someone else pee while you own bladder is on the verge of spilling. Prancing back and forth on her feet as she pressed her thighs even tighter together, Maria swore she could feel her eyes start to float as she kept her head turned away for the slight crack she'd made in the door. Just as she was about to retreat back to the bed however, the sound of Caleb's stream gradually slowed until the last few drops splashed into the bowl. "OK...," she cringed to herself. "Just a few more seconds. As soon as he goes into his room, you can dart across the hall." Sadly for Maria, Caleb wasn't quite done. Instinctively turning her gaze back to the opening in the door when she heard him kick his boots off, Maria's knees buckled, and her bladder nearly let loose. Showing the nightly hygiene every mother would be proud of, Caleb had grabbed his toothbrush and was vigorously scrubbing it back and forth inside his mouth. To Maria's everlasting horror, he was also doing it buck naked. Literally covering her mouth to keep from shrieking, Maria was frozen in place watching the young man's penis flip and flop like a playful snake from his groin as he wrenched his powerful right arm back and forth. Oblivious to anyone around, Caleb reached down with his left hand and gathered up the clothes he'd worn out that night and dumped them in the hamper as he continued to thoroughly brush his teeth with his right. Her insides stewing as her upper lip visibly quivered, Maria shuddered and rocked backwards on her heels when the, then, 18 year old son of her best friend crudely spat the frothy contents from his mouth and rinsed. "Thank God..," she croaked a few seconds later when Caleb finally switched off the bathroom light then dragged himself down the hall to his room. So occupied by her overwhelming need to pee, Maria had neither the focus or fortitude to start processing what she'd just seen. The millisecond Caleb disappeared into his room, Maria shot across the hall, pulling her panties down on the way and taking a seat just before she soiled herself. In hindsight, life may have been easier if she'd soaked her bedsheets before waking up. Before Maria could let out her first exhale of exquisite relief, the vibration of Caleb's footsteps trampled back up the hall. In such a hurry to take a seat on the bowl, Maria hadn't turned on the light. Sitting there in the dark as her bladder emptied with whistling fury, Maria barely had time to raise her hands into the air before Caleb flipped on the light. ______________________________ Four in the morning for Caleb Dixon may as well have been 10pm for the rest of us. As long as he could drift off to sleep before the first rays of sunlight trickled through the curtain, he could usually sleep well past noon. To be honest, falling asleep in the new place his mom had bought proved more difficult than one would think. Having grown use to the constant mix tape of sirens, screams and car stereos from the neighborhoods he'd grown up in, the relative silence of the suburbs was too quiet for his tastes. He'd grown up using a fan to block out some of the noise and with the surreal silence of his new digs, it served to provide a steady hum. Since the age of 16, he'd also developed another routine, smoking a cigarette or two before nodding off for the night. Before he could perform that ritual this particular evening however, Caleb remembered he left his pack of Newports in the pocket of the jeans he'd tossed in the bathroom hamper. Drunk, and more than a little high, Caleb re-traced his steps up the hall in the dark, paying no attention to the fact that the spare bedroom door was open slightly more than it had been a few moments earlier. Naked as he was the day he was born, Caleb switched on the bathroom light then nearly had his lungs collapse from shock when he saw his mom's friend, Maria, sitting on the toilet. _______________________________ The air inside Maria's chest had thankfully evaporated as well. If it hadn't, the scream that would have left her throat would have surely shattered the late night serenity of the entire apartment complex. The stare-down that ensued seemingly sucked every last bit of oxygen from the room. Adding to the surreal weight of the moment, the only sound passing between the two was the continued splash of Maria's urine filling the bowl below. The cigarettes Caleb was hunting were sitting in the hamper directly in front of Maria. Caleb could have easily just asked her to reach into his jeans pocket and toss them to him. He could have also simply taken a towel from the rack to his left and covered himself. For her part, Maria could have diverted her gaze as well, but none of that happened. Instead, a silent, almost macabre interplay unfolded between the two, one that stretched for nearly a minute. One could not be in a more vulnerable position, and the expression on Maria's face highlighted the helpless state she found herself. Like a wayward soul tied down to a set of train tracks, Maria looked up at the same face she'd known for almost 15 years. She quickly realized she may as well have been staring at a steaming locomotive instead of the child she use to play hide-and-seek with. And with each trickle of pee that seeped free, Maria could seemingly feel the vibrations rising from the tracks. Clad only in the pair of pink panties now bunched around her ankles and a long tee-shirt she'd borrowed to sleep in from Caleb's mom, all Maria could do was sit there on the bowl, growing every shade of red. "Shirley's sleeping less than 20 feet away..there's no way he can do this..," Maria tried telling herself, but she instantly shuddered and recoiled on the toilet seat when Caleb took an unburdened, and one would say even confident, step forward. Her palms extended out in a frozen pose of fear, the light from above was steadily eclipsed by Caleb's approaching frame. "No ..Caleb..No...I...can't...," she tried to untangle her tongue but any hope of verbalizing anything was quelled when her fingers grazed against the smoothness of the youngster's burgeoning erection. "Take it, Ms. Lombardi..you know you want to," Caleb's glaring eyes seemed to taunt. Feeling the heat of his crotch ripple across her fingertips, Maria twisted her head to the side in a silent show of moral surrender. With one more step forward, the full girth rising from Caleb's loins was resting in the older woman's trembling hands. Making one last attempt to beg him to stop, before Maria could even part her lips, Caleb dropped the index finger of his right hand perpendicular across her mouth, effectively muting any further protest. Standing directly above the woman perched on the toilet, Caleb placed one hand on his hip and the other on the side of Maria's head, pulling her face back towards him so she could get a good, close look at the beast continuing to expand in her hands. Caleb proceeded to brush the same finger he'd draped across Maria's lips slowly back and forth several times until he gently raised it. "Now open your mouth," he uttered with a softness belying the primal deed he was about to do. Sliding his free hand down to the base of his fully aroused shaft, Caleb slung his penis forward until it smacked the side of Maria's face. An audible gasp leapt from the catatonic woman's lungs when the warm and unforgiving log nestled against her right cheek. Watching Maria's lips part in what seemed like excruciating slow motion, a wry smirk spread across his boyish face until there was enough of a gap to do what he needed to do. "GGUUURRRGGRR...GRAAHHRRGG," Maria choked when Caleb shoved his dick forward, just as most any mortal woman would when something so substantial was suddenly blocking their airway. "You aint sucked a dick in a long time," Caleb's raspy chuckle seemed to suggest when he felt the woman's lips close tentatively around his throbbing stalk. Her nostrils flaring like an angry bull's as she struggled to get oxygen to her rapidly popping brain cells, Maria simply couldn't believe anyone would be that brazen with their mother sleeping halfway down the hall. Whatever logic that dictated her daily travels was rendered useless. The control Caleb had usurped from her in that short amount of time would do nothing but dovetail and multiply over the coming months. Caleb could have easily taken his pound of flesh right there and shot his wad deep down Maria's throat as he vigorously pawed at her sagging breasts through her shirt. Just before he passed that point of no return, something far more devious and lasting sparkled inside his depraved head. Loving the way all 10 of Maria's chubby, pale fingers looked as she tried in vain to wrap them around the entire circumference of his jutting manhood, Caleb wrenched his hips back and forth several more times, tapping the head of his cock against the back of Maria's throat as he bathed in his serendipitous conquest. "You've thought about this for awhile, aint ya'," he said after cupping her chin and raising her gaze up to meet his. His dick pulsed vividly on her palate when he saw the look of shameful admission creep across her already reddened cheeks. Taking Maria by the shoulder, Caleb lifted her from her seat. His dick swaying with the soaking sheen of the older woman's saliva, Caleb led her across the bathroom before pushing her face first against the far wall. "I've thought about it too..for a long fuckin' time," he pressed his chest flush with her back then hissed into Maria's left ear. Brimming with drunken, lust fueled confidence each time Maria exhaled between him and the wall, Caleb slid his hand beneath the older woman's tee-shirt and tucked it between her meaty thighs. Savoring the way her panties looked now tangled around just her left ankle, Caleb wasted no time nudging Maria's feet apart until she was spread eagle in front of him. "Like a perp getting ready to get frisked," was the only way to describe how appeared when he began to fondle Maria from behind. Scooping and scouring his right hand across Maria's hairy vulva, Caleb kissed the back of her neck until Maria's knees began to quiver against the wall. Snaking his left hand around Maria's chest, Caleb squeezed and groped at her 38DD titties until her forehead tapped the wall like a drum. "UUUHHH..UUHHHH..WWAAHHH," she croaked helplessly, every ounce of her being inundated with sensations long forgotten. Able to peer over her left shoulder as Caleb continued his unimaginable seduction, Maria's blood ran cold seeing the reflection of Shirley's closed bedroom door in the mirror above the sink. Flailing her left hand out in a spastic attempt to close the bathroom door, Caleb casually pressed her hand back down to her side and forced her tighter against the wall. "GGRRRR..GGRRAAAHHH," her groans ricocheted through the bathroom, his fingers feeling like five distinct serpents as the shuffled through Maria's moistened vagina. Maria's Interrogation Ch. 01 With her back to Caleb, one would think she could've detached herself somewhat from who was actually doing those things to her, but each time she heard him whisper her name into her ear, or looked down and saw his dark hands groping her milky white bosom, it struck home with undeniable force exactly who was now pulling her strings. "...Hurry up Caleb....hurry up and do it," Maria stammered softly, sensing the inevitable but wanting to get it over before she looked in the mirror and saw her best friend's bedroom door swing open. "Hurry up and what?" the young man slithered his tongue up to her ear and replied. "...and..fuck...me," the words eventually drifted like fog from Maria's lips. Even without turning to see, she could steal feel the aroused amusement bleeding from Caleb Dixon's pores as he gave her pussy a few more cruel swirls with his dripping wet middle finger. Maria had seen with her own two eyes just what Caleb was packing, even struggled to put the thing in her mouth for a few seconds. He was, by far, the most endowed man she'd ever attempted to have sex with. Worried on some level he might gut her when he finally stabbed forward, Maria bit her lower lip, waiting and praying she could withstand the storm about to hit. Her entire mind nothing more than a tangled knot of confusion, it wasn't until Caleb shoved the tangerine sized head of his penis between her blistering vaginal folds that the blinding white light of awe inside her head rendered everything else in the world mute. Feeling the 18 year old groan with savage pride when he penetrated her, Maria pressed the side of her face against the wall, trying to steal the occasional look in the mirror to make sure Shirley's bedroom door remained shut. "Hurry up..please...Caleb....pleeeee," she started to whimper, only to have the words mangle like the cars in an interstate pile-up when he did just that. So busy trying to breathe each time the youngster hunched up on the balls of his feet and rammed his groin forward, Maria could feel her legs withering and sliding even further apart under his full, unadulterated force. "Dammitt ...Caleb....fuck..fuck..fuck..," Maria's cries gushed like waves crashing against the wall, even though she knew every sound she made might stir her best friend awake down the hall. "You've thought about me fuckin' you, huh....huh??" Caleb nuzzled his lips down to Maria's ear and snarled his horribly scandalous query. When he saw her hesitate then nod when he gave her another series of especially ruthless thrusts, Caleb had his answer. Extending her hands out to each side until it appeared she was genuflecting before the teenager plowing her from behind, Maria couldn't help raking her nails into the wall paper of Shirley Dixon's bathroom as her only son continued his brazen assault. Survival suddenly became Maria Lombardi's only goal. Within a minute of Caleb amping himself up to full speed, Maria could feel herself splitting down the middle. At some point she realized, even if her best friend had emerged from her room and made her way down to witness the unholy union in the bathroom, Maria wouldn't have the fortitude, moral or otherwise, to stop Caleb until he was good and done. If 99% of Maria had been reduced to a submissive, jellified shell of her former self, the remaining 1% that consisted of her inflamed vaginal canal was alive and defiant, gripping Caleb's embedded cock like an angry fist. Using muscles she hadn't in years, perhaps if ever, Maria franticly tried getting Caleb off as quickly as possible. Rutting her wide and fleshy ass backwards against his pistoning crotch, Maria could feel Caleb pushing her tee-shirt up her back until her two succulent titties were swinging wildly below. The top of her head braced against the wall as she stared down, the sound of Caleb's prick sliding in and out of her took on a hellishly arousing tenor given the acoustics of the bathroom. "UUHH..UUHHH..UUHHH," she groaned incessantly, forced at some point to reach down and grab her left breast to suckle the porcelain orb, just to keep her cries from ripping through the corridors of the apartment. Over and over she heard Caleb's savage grunts of approval as he twisted his hips with each successive thrust, making it feel as if three or four seperate guys were fucking her at the exact same time. "You like that, huh..you like that Ms. Lombardi?" Caleb growled, his fiery breath washing across the back of Maria's neck as she teetered on the verge of collapse. Deep down she could sense, sad to say, that Caleb saw women as nothing more than inflatable dolls with a pulse at this point in his life. Even more sad, at that moment, Maria was more than happy to be used in such a way. The silt of monotony that had long settled inside her was now being dredged and stirred until the waters of everything she held dear was muddied beyond recognition. Staring down between the valley of her breasts, Maria could see Caleb's left hand sweeping around her waist and angling directly towards her dark and tangled pubic fleece. Watching his fingers flare apart, she held her breath and in exquisite anticipation she witnessing him pinch them down around her bulging clitoris. "EEEEEEEEEEE...AAAHHH....AAHHHHHH...AAAHHHH...SSHHIIITTTTTTT," she let out an inconsolable wail, thankfully muffled just in time by Caleb covering her mouth with his free hand. Maria's knees bucked several times then completely gave out, leaving her hanging in the young man's embrace like nothing more than a spasming and spent rag doll as she came repeatedly on his drilling appendage. __________________________________ Maria knew Caleb had busted a stupendous nut inside her. Even her debilitating orgasmic spasms, she could feel wad after wad of his volcanic release saturating every nook and cranny of her womb. It wasn't until she dragged herself into the shower, and attempted to cleanse herself of the sins of the previous few minutes that she truly appreciated the damage that had been done. Wincing as the hot water seared down on top of her face, every muscle in her legs and back screamed as she stood like a limp scarecrow beneath the shower. If this was how she felt moments after the event, Maria could only cringe imagining how hard moving her limbs might be the rest of the weekend. The physical consequences of the act, however, had nothing on the emotional implications. For the time being, as long as she was in the safety of the shower stall, all Maria could do was re-live the obscenity of what she'd just allowed to happen. Caleb had dragged himself off to bed after concluding his dastardly deed, leaving Maria to pick up the pieces of what had been her sanity. Even though the young man had walked back to his room with callous ease, armed with the pack of cigarettes he'd come for in the first place, plenty of him was left behind. Glob after glob of Caleb's virile remnants drained from the labyrinth of Maria's womb as she rinsed herself. Unable to fathom the prodigious amount he'd deposited inside her, Maria spent several minutes sweeping the sticky paste down the insides of her thighs before finally watching it swirl down the drain, the whole time fending off the debaucherous warmth of what she'd just experienced. Drying off once she was done, the gravity of Maria's new life began to set in. She'd leave before Shirley awoke, taking a cab back to her place under the guise that she had a breakfast date with her mother. Over the next few weeks she'd avoid coming over to visit Shirley at all costs, and even at work she made a point not to make any plans she knew she'd have to break. Essentially putting a decade and a half friendship on hold, all in an attempt that her path wouldn't cross with Caleb's. As much as she tried resisting the fire, Maria's urges became too much to bare. __________________________________ Nearly a month passed after the initial encounter without the two crossing paths. If such things were possible, Maria was beginning to think life was starting to get back to normal when the ringing of her cellphone roused her from a deep sleep one chilly Thursday night. Flailing blindly from beneath the covers for the phone charging on her nightstand, Maria cracked her eyes open just enough to see it was 1:43 am. Instantly filling with that dread that comes when someone calls at that time of the night, she was heartened somewhat when she didn't recognize the number on the display. "Probably a wrong number..just leave it be," she almost decided, but curiosity and vague concern got the best of her. "Hello," she answered with a mixture of drowsiness and dread. "Ms. Lombardi..this is Caleb," the clearly drunken voice on the other end replied. "I'm kinda in a pinch..my friends ditched me at this club. Think you can come pick me up?" Maria laid there in stunned silence as Caleb's simple question embedded like prongs into her spine. "NO..absolutely not," she wanted to cry, but couldn't. "He's your friend's son and that's not a great part of town to be stranded in," Maria conscience, and perhaps something far more primal, grinded. "Yeah..yeah I can..just give me a few minutes," she babbled without thinking it through. Hastily throwing on a pair of sweats, Maria made the 10 mile trek across town to the bar Caleb had actually been kicked out of. She'd pick him up, drive him home to Shirley's then be back in bed hopefully by 2:30 at the latest. That was the plan, at least. Needless to say, Maria wasn't at all proud when she found herself giving Caleb head in the front seat of her car, in the bar's dark and seedy parking lot. When he suggested in mid slurp that they go back to her place instead of his, Maria knew she had precious little moral ground to stand. Her head bowed in his lap, she could almost sense the whimsical eye contact Caleb would make with stragglers passing back and forth in the lot, perhaps even winking and nodding at them when they got close enough to see her dark hair head bobbing up and down. Desperate not to draw a crowd, Maria eventually pulled back, leaving Caleb's spitshined cock jutting mightily from his unzipped fly. Settling herself the best she could in the cauldron of her driver's seat, Maria put the car in gear and drove the boy home with her, with hardly a word passing between them. Ducking Caleb into her house under the cloak of darkness, praying none of her nosey neighbors would be up at that hour to see, once inside, Maria submitted to the teenage stud in ways she never had to any man before. Without the presence of Caleb's mother sleeping just down the hall, and freed from any semblance of her own self control, Maria allowed the him to put her through the grinder until well after daybreak. Taking her to heights, and yes, to depths no one ever had, Caleb did things to Maria's body she didn't think capable, putting her through the paces on her marital bed that Maria's deceased husband, nor any man before or after ever dreamt. The things he made her say that caused her to blush with erotic horror, the positions he'd put her in that caused her tendons to scream, even the some of the places he insisted on stabbing his virile lust inside her was all unchartered territory for the overwhelmed 45 year old widow. The final indignity was having to drag herself out of bed a little after 7 to get ready for work, knowing she'd have to work a couple of desks over from Shirley Dixon, the entire day with Shirley's son's seed swimming inside her plowed pussy, not to mention his cruel but well placed hickeys growing into purple and red bruises all over her breasts, neck and ass. Getting through that first day proved to be a "Twilight Zone" experience for Maria. Physically spent and running on two hours of sleep, plodding through a day at the office would have been tough enough under any circumstance. Having to spend it seeing Caleb's picture on his Shirley's desk, or having to hear her mention several times how angry she was that he never came home the previous night, made Maria squirm and find a way to change the subject more times than she could count. Over the following months, Maria naturally distanced herself from Shirley, using the excuse that she was spending more time with her own sick mother, or doing some occasional dating. She surprised even herself by how well she was adapting to her 'new normal'. There had been countless places she and Caleb found to hook-up, but the kinkiest was actually going to Caleb's place when Shirley was going to be out for awhile, essentially returning to the scene of her original sin, even doing it in Caleb's mother's own bed several times just for good measure. Her comfort level, however, dissolved into sloppiness. It wasn't at all surprising that one morning after Maria had called in sick to work to meet Caleb that the piper suddenly arrived for payment... Part 2 to come... Maria's Interrogation Ch. 02 Sometimes in life, you truly are the last to know. Spread eagle and stripped of more than just her clothing, Maria Lombardi's hands were cuffed to the shower curtain rod above in a clear and complete show of surrender to her 19 year old lover. She'd been in that position for nearly a half hour, but even though her arms were admittedly burning as they dangled limply above her head, the rush of euphoria sweeping through the rest of her body and soul made the discomfort more than worth it. So dazed and consumed by her current plight, Maria had no clue how long the boy's mother had been standing in the doorway, looking on with visceral reproach. She'd made her way over to Shirley Dixon's apartment to meet up with Caleb 20 minutes after Shirley had left for work. Having called into the office sick herself, Maria knew they would have the place to themselves all day. When Caleb had made the hand-cuff suggestion a few days earlier, Maria found it nearly impossible to focus on anything else. Now that they were alone, the utter sense of submissive bliss that came when she allowed Caleb to string her up in the same bathroom where he first seduced her unleashed a lust so vile and potent that Maria could barely even stand still as her young stud waited to pounce. Caleb had made the wait grueling once he'd locked the cuffs to the rod, making several trips through the apartment, smoking a few cigarettes, even calling several of his friends as she swayed there with her back to the bathroom door, desperate for release. What those friends must have thought when Caleb snapped off a series of pictures of Maria with her back turned and sent them, even clicking an especially lurid but poignant one between her outstretched thighs just to show his friends, in vivid detail, just how aroused she was. If she was good, Caleb had told her, he might even invite a couple of those guys over to finish her off once he was done. The energy Maria expended trying to maintain any sense of normalcy since she'd initiated the affair with Caleb had been draining. Working everyday with Shirley, trying to keep her poker face, knowing full well the implications if their indiscretions ever saw the light of day took a toll. The sneaking around undoubtedly added to the taboo of what they were doing. Whether it was a look they may have gotten from a motel clerk when she and Caleb checked into a room a few towns over, or the naughty tingle she got each time she made a clandestine meeting to pick him up, when Maria was finally alone with Caleb, all that pressure she'd put on herself 'to keep the secret' bled away in a blinding rush of sexual fury. Maria thought she'd crossed every 'T' and dotted every 'I' along the way to keep those two distinct worlds she'd created from ever muddying the other. Any concern she had about anything had drifted away that fateful morning in the Dixon bathroom. Naked and handcuffed to the rod, Caleb was in total control. Once he finally quit his teasing and penetrated her from behind, Maria could finally let go and lose herself in the whirlpool of her own wanton depravity. On and on Caleb fucked her in that vulnerable position for nearly a half hour, pulling back each time he made her cum to grab a drink or take a few drags of his cigarette, allowing his seed to continue boiling inside his loins until he was good and ready to fire it inside her. The third time Caleb pulled back, Maria hung there with her back turned, feeling as if the barometric pressure inside the room had suddenly changed. "Hurry up Caleb... please... finish me off," Maria cried with weakened but very real desperation. While she could still feel his presence perched behind her, Maria gradually sensed something was wrong when he didn't come back with a snarky remark or a good, hard smack to her pale, fleshy ass. As difficult as it was given her shackled state, Maria craned her head around and saw Shirley Dixon standing in the doorway. "... oh... no... ," Maria's voice trailed away like parched wind when she saw her best friend staring back. The metal of her cuffs scraping against the rod the only sound in the ultra cramped space, Maria turned her head back towards the shower stall and bowed it in defeat. "You must be delirious Maria... this can't be happening... its just your imagination... ," she tried convincing herself, but before she could turn again and confirm her aimless denial, Shirley's voice, dry and measured, brought goosebumps to Maria's shoulders and back. "Caleb... go to your room," she heard Shirley tell her son. Listening to the cadence of Caleb's heavy breathing behind her, half from the excursion of what he'd been doing to her, and half certainly from the shock he too must be feeling, Maria burned even more when she heard his footsteps trailing towards the door. Before he could pass his mother and disappear down the hall to his room, Shirley Dixon stopped Caleb in mid stride. "Where the keys?" Shirley asked. "Over there on the sink," Maria heard Caleb reply with the sheepish tone a son would telling his mother the car keys he borrowed without permission were on the kitchen counter. "Thank God... hurry up," Maria wanted to cry when she heard Shirley pick them up, but she sensed it was still best to keep her words to a minimum. Tilting her gaze backwards, purposefully keeping it low and away from Shirley's morbid stare, Maria's face went blank when she watched Shirley tuck the tiny set of keys into the back pocket of her navy blue slacks. Her shins quivering against the edge of the tub, Maria's primal instinct was to kick her feet backwards to defend herself when she felt Shirley's full focus settle upon her. "This isn't what it looks like... ," Maria wanted to beg but stopped herself, knowing it would only infuriate Shirley further if she tried pretending it was anything other than exactly how it appeared. Now Maria could hear Shirley's footsteps shuffling across the floor, but unlike Caleb's, these were headed directly towards her. As much as Maria dreaded hearing Shirley's voice, the silence hanging between them was crushing. "Please say something," Maria croaked before she could stop herself, shivering as she hung there as her friend's exhales slithered across the left side of her neck. "I don't really think there's anything for me to say," Shirley replied with taciturn succinctness. "All this pretty much speaks for itself." "What do you have to say?" Shirley drew in a deep breath and asked. "I'm sorry," was the first phrase to pop into Maria's mind, but she couldn't quite bring herself to say it. "Probably isn't a good time to lie," she told herself, knowing deep down in the haunted depths of her soul, the only thing she was sorry for was that she got caught. "I love him," was the next thing Maria contemplated blurting, but that would have been a lie as well. Whatever it was she and Caleb shared over the previous few months, it wasn't love. "... I just couldn't help it Shirley... it just... it just happened," the words finally left Maria's throat like a dislodged logs. "With my son," Shirley gathered herself before giving an indignant hiss. Maria simply shook her head and went limp as Shirley's disgust vibrated down her spine, knowing exactly how she'd feel if she discovered a trusted confidante had crossed that line with one of her children. Twisting her hands in the cuffs to keep them from falling asleep, Maria patted her feet on the slick floor as the heat of Shirley's glare radiated through her pores. "When did it start?" Shirley finally asked. "... last summer... ," Maria sighed dryly, balling her hands into fists then flexing her fingers trying to get feeling back into them. "It was one night we... I mean... you and I came home from a bar... Caleb came home in the middle of the night... we sort of... it just kind of... ," Maria grasped for verbal straws, waiting for Shirley to interject. Instead, Shirley simply took a step back and watched as her friend wallowed in her juices. "So you're saying you and him... did it in my house... while I was sleeping right down the hall?" Shirley folded her arms and scolded with clear derision. Remembering back to that fateful night, and how she'd stolen more than a few peeks into the mirror to make sure Shirley's bedroom door remained closed, all Maria could do was nod her head in admission. Once again, a thick silence coagulated between the two. "Don't be mad at him," Maria eventually blurted out. "I was the one who should have stopped things Shirley... it was all me." "Oh girl... Caleb's a big boy... don't worry... I'll deal with him. Right now this is between us," Shirley eased up behind her friend and whispered cryptically. If possible, Maria felt like she might melt into a puddle right then and there on the bathroom floor. "Probably the only way you'll ever get out of these cuffs," that same inner voice she'd grown painfully accustomed to mocked. So engrossed in her own self pity, it took a few seconds for Maria to recognize the sound of Shirley unlooping her belt behind her. "What... are... you... doing?" she wanted to moan, but her tongue wouldn't cooperate. Holding her breath as Shirley pulled the belt free, Maria tensed and bit her lower lip hard, fully expecting she was about to get whipped. "You think I'm going to spank you?" she heard Shirley say with a wry little laugh. "Maybe I oughtta. How many lashes do you think you deserve?" Maria, wisely, kept silent. Unsettled already by Shirley removing her belt, Maria was further confused when it sounded as if her friend was stepping out of her shoes behind her. While part of her felt a desperate urge to peer over her shoulder and absorb Shirley's intent, Maria kept her head tucked forward. "All the men in this town Maria... all the bars... all the websites out there... Hell... even all the guys at work who were trying to get in your pants after Patrick died... and you somehow get sucked into things with my son. For the life of me... I don't understand," Shirley scolded as she stepped forward. "What was so special about Caleb that you just couldn't control... this," she put her lips up to Maria's ear then snaked her right hand around her friend's waist, clamping her palm down on Maria's pussy and giving it a healthy squeeze just as she uttered the word, 'this'. "GUUUUUHHHHH," Maria shuddered, a lightning bolt jolting through her as Shirley Dixon's fingers scoured through the same superheated folds her son had just fucked raw. Maria's exhales suddenly seeped out in spastic contractions as the squishy sounds of Shirley's swirling digits echoed through the bathroom. "If this pussy of yours needed a little attention Maria... you've got two good hands... I know you've told me about some of the toys you have... there's a million dicks in this town... yet you had to fuck Caleb... and apparently kept fucking him... ," Shirley continued with her scathing analysis. "MMMUUHHH... MUUUHHH... MUUHHHHH," Maria gurgled and spat, her legs becoming nothing more than overcooked spaghetti when Shirley pinched her fingers down on her clitoris with the cool defiance of an executioner. Twisting the tips of her fingers around Maria's throbbing little nub, Shirley glided her lips down the back of her friend's neck like a demonic feather until the sparkle of a tear showed in Maria's eyes. Pulling her hand back for the moment, savoring the way the convulsions rippling through Maria gradually ebbed, Shirley once again squeezed her fingers back down on her clit until a yelp belted from Maria's throat that carried all the way down to Caleb's room, if not through the walls to the neighboring apartment. Her fingers now greasy with Maria's vaginal froth, Shirley raised her shiny hand up, painting a clear musky line across the naked woman's belly, straight to Maria's sagging bosom. Snaking her free hand around her friend's waist, Shirley used it to pillage Maria's swollen cunt as she fondled her breasts. "He really opened you up, baby," Shirley peppered Maria's ear. "I bet I could stick my whole hand inside you if I tried!" Whatever it was in Caleb Dixon's DNA that made his seductive power over Maria so strong, she now understood exactly where he'd inherited it from. All the years she'd known Shirley, she'd never given this side to her long time friend and co-worker a second thought. Looking down to see Shirley's arms now encircling her like two dark tentacles, Maria gritted her teeth as her head swooned, knowing if Shirley pushed the fingers she'd just balled up at the gates of her pussy any farther, she may just pass out. The "what are you doing?" she was going to cry moments earlier finally seeped like thin wisps of smoke from Maria's throat when she felt the full pressure of Shirley's balled up knuckles nuzzle into the flared pulp of her vagina. "You saying it don't feel good?" she heard Shirley grin behind her, sounding eerily like her own son when she said it. Swimming in and out of consciousness, Maria's eyes opened just in time to see the bulk of Shirley's balled up hand disappear between her legs. "UUHHHH... UHHHH... GGRRUUUHHHHHHH," those same eyes bulged when Shirley's fist took root inside her womb. Shirley's face was now directly beside Maria's, looking like some sort of drill sergeant aggressively coaching a winded private through basic training. "From the looks of things, my wrist is about as thick as Caleb's cock... you shouldn't have the least bit trouble taking it if you've been fucking him as much as I think you have," Shirley continued to chide. Maria suddenly longed for Caleb to come running back in, like some sort of black knight in shining armor to save her from his mother taking her pound of flesh. As much as she outwardly recoiled from the unnatural penetration however, there was something within Maria that seemingly tried pulling her friend's fist in deeper. Much the same way her vaginal canal magically expanded all those years ago during child birth, now those muscles were doing the exact same thing as something living and vital inched itself inside her. A blinding white light exploded behind Maria's pupils when Shirley anchored her full hand home, all the way to her wrist. Crumpling to her left as Shirley wrapped her free hand around her waist, Maria whimpered and heaved as she submitted to her friend's unholy advances. "Fuck me back with that cunt of your's Maria... you took it all... lets see how deep it'll go," Shirley taunts echoed through Maria's tortured head. "Come on... I've got ya... raise that left foot of yours up on the edge of the tub. You're handcuffed Baby... you aint gonna fall... give me a clear alley and lets see how much you can take!" As if on auto-pilot, Maria did just that. Raising her left foot and angling it towards the tub, Maria arms tightening in their restraints as she dangled there skewered on Shirley's buried hand. Once she'd tapped the arch of her foot down, Shirley somehow swooped with magical ease in front of her and took a seat on the edge of the tub between her outstretched legs, the entire time keeping her fist anchored inside Maria's bulging vaginal canal. Looking down with a dizzied shock, the veins in Maria's neck popped when her friend wasted no time corkscrewing her hand in deeper. The friction of the cuffs screeching on the rod, along with the pounding of Maria's heart, provided the soundtrack in the room until something pre-historic began to rumble from the deepest recesses of her quaking loins. "FFUUU... FFUUU... GOD... GOD... GOD... OHHHHHGGAAAWWDDD... FUUCCKKK... FFFUUCCKKKKK... SHIRLEYFUCCCKKKKKKKK," one long spasming fit belched from Maria's throat when the black woman below began to piston that entrenched fist forward, causing the spittle of the Maria's slick arousal to splash in all directions with each sawing motion. If Shirley had continued her present course, grinding her wrecking ball of a left hand in and out of the hapless woman before her, Maria would have had a debilitating orgasm in very short order. When Shirley extended those clenched fingers however, and began tracing them across the lining of the spastic woman's burning chasm, the result was positively frightening. Looking directly up at Maria as her pale titties flopped like two quivering melons before her eyes, Shirley turned her index and middle fingers into tiny little grappling hooks and honed them in on the secret, hidden sliver of Maria's g-spot. The look that exploded across her long time friend's face was unlike anything Shirley had ever seen. "SSHHAA... SSHHHAAA... SSSHHHAAA... SSSHHIIITTTTTTTTTT... UUHHH... UUHHHH... UUGGRRHHUUHHHHHGGGAAWWDDDDDSHIRRRLLLEEEYYYYY," Maria's very core seemed to crack as Shirley's digits flexed and darted through the catacombs of her overwhelmed womb. "You want me to stop... huh... you want me to pull it out?" Shirley brazenly taunted. Any response on Maria's part would have been futile. What amounted to the Hand of God had suddenly taken hold to her pussy, and given the ferocious way her coital muscles were embracing it, Shirley left arm would be occupied for quite awhile longer. _______________________________ Hanging exhausted and cuffed to the shower rod, as if displayed in sexual effigy, Maria looked down through the vibrating slits of her eyelids at the glistening carnage coating Shirley's left hand. Feeling like a freight train had plowed straight through her cunt, one long shallow breath after another wheezed from her lungs as she watched her friend begin unbuttoning her shirt. Dropping the foot she'd perched up on the tub's edge back down to the floor with a dull thud, Maria tensed then dragged her feet backwards slightly when Shirley stood up in front of her. Before her next breath could filter free, Shirley pressed her lips flush against Maria's. Unable to stop herself, Maria kissed her back. "She just nearly shoved her entire hand through you... now she's rolling her tongue across yours like its a tender, ripe cherry," what was left of Maria's rational thought swooned, goosebumps sprouting from her head down to her toes as Shirley's bosom nuzzled softly against her's. Swearing she could hear the air whistling through the gouged entrance to her vagina as Shirley worked her hands over Maria's breasts, Maria wobbled on weary knees as she mashed her lips fervently against her friend's. "I'm going to ask you a question?" Shirley Dixon said with sober, foreboding intent when she finally pulled back. Never before had a feeling of such dread swept through Maria as she held her breath, waiting for the next few words to flutter from Shirley's lips. "Are you going to fool around with Caleb any more?" Shirley asked matter-of-factly. Maria wouldn't have been able to answer, even if she'd been able to force her voice box to fire. Sensing the answer Shirley wanted was, 'no', Maria couldn't bring herself to utter it knowing Shirley probably wasn't in the mood to hear a fib either. The silence that ensued only thickened the stew surrounding them. "Do you want to keep seeing Caleb?" Shirley changed her query slightly. "Yes... ," Maria replied before she could stop herself, her eyes rolling back in their sockets when Shirley proceeded to twist each of Maria's erect nipples between her black fingers like the dials of an old radio. Her head jerking to the side as a jolt of electricity ripped through her body, when Maria was finally able to steady her gaze back to Shirley, she was unsettled to no end by the look of cocksure focus on her co-worker's face. The mixture of amusement, power and motherly concern sparkling in Shirley's eyes made every breath Maria tried taking nearly impossible. She knew if her indiscretions with Caleb ever became public, there would be Hell to pay. Frankly, that fear only added to the illicit intrigue each time she gave herself to the young man. Never in her wildest dreams however, did she ever imagine a punishment like this. Maria's Interrogation Ch. 02 Strung up by her hands in the boy's mother's own house, stripped bare in every way a person could, all Maria could do was gulp, gasp, and shiver each time Shirley Dixon decided to tweak her grape sized nipples yet again. "What was that?" Shirley sniped with contempt. Swallowing hard, Maria bowed her neck and against her better judgment attempted to repeat her answer. "Ye... ," she tried to say, but was abruptly cut off when Shirley shoved several of the fingers she'd just fucked Maria between Maria's lips. "Yeah Bitch... choke on your own lust," Shirley's glare clearly accused, forcing the handcuffed woman to taste the residue of her own shameful want. Teetering there for a moment with the temptation to see how many of her cum-soaked fingers she could force Maria to suckle, Shirley relented, easing those two embedded fingers from her friend's lips as a far more devious mental image took root inside her head. Shivering with excitement as Maria quickly tried replenishing the lost oxygen in her lungs, Shirley took a half step back then angled her left up foot up on the edge of the tub. Knowing she had nowhere near the dexterity or flexibility of her youth, Shirley was still determined to give her serendipitous thought a try. Adding her right foot once her left was on solid ground, with the cat-like reflexes of a girl half her age, Shirley was now standing directly above Maria as she continued to hang there cuffed to the rod, naked in every possible way. Before Maria could even begin to grasp what was going on, Shirley had unbuttoned her slacks and allowed them, along with her panties, to drop down past her knees. Less than 30 seconds after taking her perch in front of Maria on the edge of the tub, Shirley Dixon's aroused pussy was mere inches from her friend's stunned face. The same submissive weakness that had led Maria to succumb to Caleb's wares had now put her in an even more compromising position with the boy's mother. Even though it was barely 10 in the morning, there was a definite drunken malaise in Maria Lombardi's chestnut brown eyes as the pink orchid of Shirley's vagina bloomed before her. Taking her left hand and sliding her fingers through the tangled clump of Maria's thick hair, Shirley unrepentantly pulled her friend's face forward until Maria's lips and nose mashed into her slick folds. "Now eat my pussy," Shirley whistled through her teeth as she added her right hand to her left and began fucking the handcuffed woman's face. Swirling her hips in short, sensual circles as she held Maria's head snugly in place, Shirley kept grinding forward until her friend's pale cheeks were shiny with her arousal. "YES... YEESSSS," the black woman let out a trembling gasp each time Maria's nose grazed across her fattening clit. Kneading her fingertips into Maria's scalp as she rhythmically quickened her pace, Shirley's heart raced seeing the way her fully gorged labia expanded across the cuffed woman's mouth. Relatively sure this was the first time Maria had ever done such a thing with another woman, it only added to the explosive current building inside her. Seeing the way Maria complied to her every whim, the overriding sense of power she'd usurped pushed Shirley right to the edge of release. "Open your eyes and look up at me while you slurp my cunt," Shirley snarled, her words showering down on Maria with crude, demonic calm. Doing as she was told before she could really think twice, Maria's eyelids flipped open and she tilted her gaze upwards slightly while keeping her lips glued on Shirley's cooch. It was impossible to miss the enamored glow in her co-worker's twisted and contorting face as Shirley's pussy continued to splash its musky contents down over her cheeks and chin. Much the same way Caleb had taken selfish glee when Maria dropped to her knees to give him head, Caleb's own mother seemed to have an identical reaction as she used her friend's mouth for her own lurid gratification. "UUHHH... UUHHH... AAAHHH... ," Shirley's groans of pleasure echoed through the bathroom, loud enough that they certainly carried all the way down the hall to her son's bedroom. Now it was just a matter of friction and will. Knowing she could cum anytime she wanted, Shirley continued to rut her crotch against Maria's lips with savage grace, massaging her fingers through the spastic woman's hair as her arms hung outstretched to each side. The fuse had been lit and Shirley could feel it sparking through her womb as her friend's tongue darted and spun blindly through her quim. Positioning Maria's head to ensure their gazes remained locked, Shirley watched as the woman who'd violated the ultimate trust with her son took the full brunt of her orgasm. "JEEEEEZZZUUSSS... CHRRRIIIISSSTTT," Shirley tensed violently then spat, her feet rocking on their perch on the tub as she buffered the full weight of her crotch against Maria's churning mouth. Reaching around with her right hand, Shirley cupped it beneath Maria's chin and allowed the nectar flowing from her steaming slit to collect in her palm. When she finally pulled back, Shirley held her hand open and watched as Maria lapped the slick sheen like a thirsty kitten. Her calves essentially jelly as the tremors of her release sizzled through every nerve of her body, Shirley rubbed the tip of her thumb across Maria's drenched lips. Guiding that hand slowly down Maria's chest, Shirley grazed it over the swells of both breasts before brushing it across Maria's white belly. Twisting her wrist around, Shirley pushed her hand between Maria's thighs until she'd clasped it tight around the naked woman's molten fissure. "You want me to get that key and let you down?" Shirley smiled a devious smile. "... Yes... " Maria voice creaked with clear submission. Rotating her fingers several times through the distended folds of Maria's labia, Shirley then leaned in close to her friend's ear and whispered another question. "You need to get fucked again... don't you?" The disheveled nod of Maria's head communicated far more urgency than any words ever could. Spreading her feet in anticipation of what was to come, Maria took a tentative step backwards to allow Shirley space to step back down, the entire time keeping her gaze fixed on the woman still towering over top of her. Shaking the life back into her weary arms, Maria braced her already exhausted body for the next round. If it wasn't for the cuffs holding her up however, she may have crumpled into a heap on the floor when she felt the words shoot like daggers from Shirley's lips. "Caleb... get back in here," Maria heard Shirley exclaim. "... what... ," she tried gleaning some sense from Shirley's stoic eyes, but the sound of footsteps drifting towards the bathroom caused Maria to simply bow her head. Giving her son a nod of wicked acknowledgement as he entered the doorway, Shirley could see his cock was still standing at full attention as he surveyed the obscenity in front of him. The juices he'd carved from Maria earlier still glistening on his slab of solid onyx as he approached her from behind. "Go ahead Baby... finish what you started," Shirley said to her son before reaching down to fish the keys to the cuffs out of her pants pocket. "She's all yours," Shirley added before giving her son a peck on the cheek then tossing the key back on the sink. Shirley then exited the bathroom, closing the door behind her before staggering down the hall to her room to get some rest. THE END Hope you enjoyed it!!