2 comments/ 62748 views/ 11 favorites Davis Furniture By: MisfitToy "Come on Mom. Everyone's waiting for me. I'm going to be late." Angrily, Julie Davis replied, "For God's sakes Johnny, would you just wait a minute? Once we get the store closed, we'll get out of here. Ok?" She turned and sternly said, "Dammit Karen. Will you hurry up? I don't have all night. Lock the front door so we can get the hell out of here." Julie Davis had opened Davis Furniture with the money she received in the divorce settlement from Johnny's father. Bill Davis always thought it would be a bad idea to get into business, especially in this part of town. Now, 10 years later, the crime rate had increased and the area had deteriorated even more. No wonder he decided to move to the west coast afterward to start life anew. Julie worked hard to make her business a success. However, success did not come without its costs. She had been divorced from Johnny's father now for 10 years and had pretty much sacrificed her social life. The long hours required to maintain a profitable business left little time for romance. Not that Julie didn't get many offers. At 44, she was still quite attractive. Her long blonde hair was not nearly as blonde as when she was in her twenties, but the touches of gray were hardly noticeable. There was a wrinkle here and there, but all in all, her blue eyes shown as brightly as when Johnny was born. 5'-6", about 125, maybe 130 pounds. Her 36 C breasts were now D's with a little bit of a sag thanks to Father Time, but her legs, hips, butt and stomach remained relatively tight. Really, it was a shame. Julie really needed a man now and then. At least that's what Karen thought. "If anyone could use a good fuck, it's that miserable bitch Julie," she would mutter to herself each time she got yelled at. Karen seemed to get the brunt of Julie's aggression but, seeing as how she really needed to keep this job, she kept to herself. Karen's husband Bill would always get an earful whenever she got home from a particularly brutal work day. Now, Karen and Bill did the best they could, but in this economy, both incomes were necessary to keep their household afloat. Bill had a good job, thanks to the numerous student loans he took out to pay for college. Karen worked full time at Davis Furniture until they were in a better position to start a family. Then, she couldn't wait to give Julie a piece of her mind. But until then, she would continue to be the faithful employee she had always been. Bill hoped that when Karen did get pregnant, she would keep her figure. God, he loved how sexy she was. Raven hair, strikingly blue eyes, to go along with her athletic figure, at 28 Karen was a true knockout. Maybe that's why Julie gave her such a hard time. Jealousy perhaps? Or, maybe it was seeing how her son Johnny always looked at her, the lust in his 18 year old eyes. Ok, he lusted after just about any female that moved but Karen really was gorgeous. After all, he was all hormones at 18. Tall, blonde hair just like his mom, Johnny was a good looking kid. Julie just wished he would find a girlfriend his own age. He had dated here and there, but nothing really serious throughout high school. "Use your brain and not your dick" Julie would think to herself. Maybe that was the other thing that kept Julie so miserable. Neither one of them seemed to be getting any. Julie had wondered if he was still a virgin. Anyway, she remained celibate by choice. She hoped Johnny would out-grow his shyness. "Sometime tonight, will you Karen?" Julie shook her head as she went about straightening the furniture displays. "Mom. Let's go!" Karen thought to herself as she walked toward the front door, "Please God, just get me through tonight." She reached to turn the lock when all of a sudden a large man, wearing a dark overcoat and ski mask, holding a very large gun entered the store. Seeing Karen, he pointed the gun at her and said, "Keep quiet bitch and lock the door!" Karen stood there, petrified, afraid to move or even breathe. Her thin hands trembling as she clutched the keys. "NOW!" Karen shook as she locked the door. The man pushed her towards the back of the store and the others. Johnny was the first to see him. He was much larger, a physically imposing figure standing there in the doorway behind an obviously shaken Karen. "What the ....." was all he could mutter as he remained frozen in place with fear. "Shut up asshole. All of you keep quiet and no one will get hurt." The masked man pointed his gun at all three. Julie turned around and stood face-to-face with the gun. Even in her shock, she managed to utter "Get the hell out of here asshole before I call the cops." She stood there in mock defiance, part anger, mostly fear, and partly playing the lioness protecting her cub. "What the hell do you want? We have no money here." The masked man cocked the gun and pointed it directly at Julie. She gulped hard, but tried as best as she could to show no fear. Deep down inside she was trembling. "No one try to be a fucking hero and we'll all get out of this ok. Now, everyone over there." He motioned over to a back corner of the store, a display area featuring a large bedroom set. Karen quickly walked to the display, followed by Johnny and finally Julie. With her back to him, the gunman grabbed Julie from behind and held her there with the gun to her head. "That will do. Now, nobody do anything stupid and this will all be over soon." Karen and Johnny turned to see the gun next to Julie Davis' head. Johnny yelled out "MOM!" "Now, now, that's enough out of you Junior." Reaching into his coat pocket, the masked man pulled out a roll of gray duct tape and flipped it to Karen. "Hands behind your back Junior. And you Missy, tape 'em tight." Julie gasped and the gunman pulled her close. "Don't be a hero. Everyone will be alright if you all do as you're told. That especially means you Mom." He pressed the gun tight to her head and Julie stood motionless. Johnny looked at Karen and put his hands behind his back as he was told. Karen, her hands still shaking, tore off a large piece of tape and wrapped it around his wrists again and again. When the intruder was sure he was bound secured, he said "Tape his mouth as well." Karen obeyed and tore off a section of tape and secured it over Johnny's mouth. Once Karen had finished, the gunman pushed Julie over towards them. He pointed his gun at the two women and said "Give Mom the tape and put your hands behind your back as well." Karen handed Julie the tape and quickly obeyed. Julie did as instructed, thrusting her chest forward and turned to face the gunman. "Now, take what you want and leave us be" Julie said. "All in good time Mom. First, since I'd have to put the gun down to tape you and I'm not about to do that. So, we'll have to be a bit more creative with you. Strip." The masked man raised his gun and pointed it right in Julie's face. "The hell I will! Fuck you, asshole!" Julie snarled at the intruder. She was ready to do just about anything he said, but this latest order was too much for Julie. No way was she going to stand there naked, in her own store, in front of her son, employee and this guy. Even if he had a gun. The masked man stood there, pointing his gun at Julie for a minute, then two. Saying nothing, he slowly made a half turn towards Johnny, pointed the gun at him and waited. Finally, he said, "Are you sure about that Mom?" Julie stood there, frozen, as the gunman stared down her only son. Anger mixed with fear inside her. She started shaking and seconds seemed like eternities. Slowly, ever so slowly, fear for her son's safety overwhelmed her defiance and Julie finally said, "Ok. Enough." The masked man lowered his gun a bit but still kept it pointed at Johnny. Staring at Julie, he said, "Good. Now strip." All eyes were on Julie. In a final moment of surrender, Julie removed her jacket. Dropping it on the floor in front of her, Julie stared down at the discarded garment as she began to unbutton her blouse. One button after another opened to reveal Julie's full cleavage framed nicely in a shear white bra. Julie pulled the material from the waist of her skirt and slid the blouse off and dropped it on top of her jacket. She kicked off her shoes. Still staring at the growing pile of clothing, Julie turned to her side and unhooked her skirt. She quickly unzipped it and pushed it down over her full hips, to her feet, and kicked it over towards her other clothes. She stood with her hands held together in front of her, head down, not making any eye contact. She stood there motionless for a long time. Finally, the gunman said, "All of it Mom!" Julie could feel the tears building inside but she thought of what might happen to Johnny if she didn't obey. Resolved to the inevitable, Julie reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She hesitated for a moment and then slid the bra off and dropped it next to her other clothes. Julie's large nipples began to stiffen in her excited state. Still with her head down, Julie placed her hands at the waistband of her panties and quickly slid them off. She stood there for a long time, naked, in front of them all. Johnny and Karen tried not to look, but the gunman stared blatantly at her. "Not bad Mom. Not bad at all. Nice tits. Nicely trimmed pussy. Round full hips. Perfect handles for fucking from behind. Doggy style. Turn around and show me that ass." Julie's head shot up and she glared at the man with the gun. An overwhelming anger began to burn deep inside her as she slowly obeyed his commands. As she turned, she could see first Johnny's, then Karen's eyes as they moved over her naked body. "Very nice, Mom. But I'm still not so sure about Junior there. I'm afraid he'll try and run. Take off his pants." Julie looked at the masked man, confusion on her face, but seeing the gun, she turned toward her son. In a low voice, "It will be ok Johnny. We'll just do as he says. He won't hurt us." She reached over and unbuckled Johnny's jeans. She then unbuttoned and unzipped them, pushing them down his legs to his feet. "Underwear too." Julie shot the gunman a glare and turned back to face her son. He looked at his mother, humiliation behind the tape, as she grasped his waistband and pushed it down to rest with his pants. "Much better. But I was only kidding when I called him Junior. Not much of a cock on him, is there ladies?" Julie, in anger and humiliation for her son, and Karen, in fear and with some inquisitiveness, looked down into Johnny's groin. His penis was small, most probably in fear they reasoned. Julie turned toward the gunman, "Fine. You've humiliated him enough. Get what you want and get the hell out of here. Leave us be." The masked man pointed the gun at Julie and said, "Keep cool Mom. Don't be a hero." He walked over to the display next to him and grabbed a large, sturdy chair. He pushed it toward the foot of the bed and said, "Sit down Junior. Tape his feet to the legs of the chair. I don't want him running." Johnny sat down in the chair. Julie knelt down, in between the foot of the bed and in front of her son. She undid his shoes and slid off his pants and underwear. "Socks too," said the gunman. Johnny sat there, looking down at his naked mother in just his t-shirt, his cock a few inches from her face. As much as he tried, he could not help but stare at her large breasts. They hung down and swayed as she knelt between his legs. Julie focused on the task at hand, taping calf and then the other to the chair. Having bound her son securely to the chair, she stood and faced the intruder. He motioned with his free hand and she flipped the roll of tape to him. Catching it, he placed it back in his coat pocket. "Very good, Mom." He turned to face Karen, still pointing the gun at Julie, and said, "But one of these things is not like the other ... Your turn Missy. Oh, your hands are a bit occupied, aren't they? You'll have to undress her Mom." Both Karen and Julie gasped and looked at each. Julie said, "Come on now. Enough already." Karen pleaded, "Please. Don't do this to me. Not in front of him. Take what you want but leave us alone. Please." Fear and anguish was obvious on her face and in her voice. "Please." Angrily, the gunman replied, "I'm getting tired of you all arguing with me." He purposefully strode over to the chair where Johnny sat bound. He placed the barrel of the gun to the side of his head, cocked the trigger and said, "NOW!" Julie moved over to Karen and stood in front of her. She looked her in the eyes and whispered, "Just let me do what he says and this will be over soon, ok?" Karen reluctantly nodded her head in surrender. Julie reached up and began to unbutton Karen's blouse. With her arms taped behind her back, Karen's breasts pushed forward and Julie's hands brushed against them as she unbuttoned her blouse. Once she had finished, Julie turned to face the gunman and said, "I can't take this off of her with her arms taped together like that." "Push it down and wrap it around her wrists." Julie did as she was told. Frightened, almost scared out of her mind, Karen looked into Julie's eyes, searching for any form of comfort and safety she could find. She stood there, defenseless in front of this animal with a gun. "Bra too." She looked down and saw that Karen's was a front clasp. Julie placed her hands over Karen's breasts and pushed the black bra together to unclasp the hook. She then slid it down off of her shoulders, down towards her wrists and her blouse. Julie wrapped it around her wrists as well, leaving Karen with a large ball of clothing and tape as her hands rested at the top of her ass. Julie then knelt in front of her, grabbed the hem of Karen's skirt and pulled it down. The elastic waist slid down easily, hugging the curve's of her ass and hips. Julie let it fall down towards Karen's feet. Karen stood in just her heels and black lace thong. Her nipples hard from fear and the chill of the air, she looked down into Julie's eyes. Julie looked back up at her employee and placed her hands on Karen's hips. Without a word, Julie pulled down the lingerie and let if fall with her skirt. "Wow! Very nice. Tits aren't as big as Mom's there, but really, very nice. And I love the landing strip just above your pussy. So do all of the guys I bet. Junior here does, don't you Junior?" Both Julie and Karen looked at Johnny and could see the growing erection in his lap. Angrily, Julie shot back, "Now, you've humiliated all of us. You've had your fun. Get the hell out of here!" The gunman moved away from Johnny and around the bed. "Not just yet. Gather up all of those clothes and slide them over here Mom." Julie did as she was told and stood near her son at the foot of the bed, leaving Karen to stand along the side. The gunman reached down, still pointing the gun at Julie, picked up the clothes, and threw them to the other side of the store. Returning his gaze to Karen, he said "You look really uncomfortable standing like that Missy. Go lay down on that bed. On your back." Karen quickly did as she was told, got on the bed and laid on her back, facing Julie and Johnny. Her hands, taped as they were, pushed her pelvis up in the air. Instantly, Karen realized that, with her legs splayed on the bed, Johnny could see her vagina. She immediately closed her legs and looked up at Johnny, but she could see that the damage was already done. His face was locked, staring at her crotch. The gunman noticed it as well. "You like that, don't you Junior?" Without waiting for a reply, "Who can blame you? She's a piece of ass. Isn't she Mom?" Julie quickly shot him an angry glare. She replied, "Yes. Karen is very attractive." "I bet Junior here would love to lick that sweet little pussy. Wouldn't you Junior?" Without even knowing, Johnny slowly nodded, almost mesmerized. Noticing this little interaction, Julie angrily said, "Leave him alone. He's just a boy." The gunman thought for a moment, and then said, "You know, you're right. Besides, his mouth is taped so I guess you'll have to lick that pussy for him Mom and tell him what it tastes like." "FUCK YOU! THE HELL I WILL!" Julie stood there, shaking in anger, her fists clenched. If she could have, she would have killed the masked man right then and there. Karen pleaded, "Please. Please. I'm a married woman. I'm not gay. Don't make her do this." The gunman moved back behind Johnny and put the gun to his head again. Angrily, he shouted, "NOW!" Julie looked down at her son and saw the fear in his eyes. Her anger subsided and her only concern became Johnny's safety. She looked back over at Karen on the bed. Karen looked up at her, her eyes almost begging Julie not to listen to him. Julie stood there for a moment, then slowly walked over to the bed and climbed on. She knelt at Karen's side and looked down at her. Karen looked up and softly pleaded, "Please Julie. Don't." Julie stared at her for a long time, and then looked back at the gunman. "I've never done this before." "Just get on all fours, between her legs, and start licking her little pussy." Julie crawled on the bed and faced Karen, her back to her son and the intruder. She placed her hands on Karen's ankles and whispered, "It will be ok." Karen looked at Julie, fear in her eyes, and just shook her head 'no.' Julie began to push her legs apart and finally, Karen surrendered. As Julie bent forward, the gunman said, "Wait." Julie looked up to see him move towards the side of the bed. In his left hand was the gun, still pointed at Johnny. In his right, a video camera. "Ok. Action!" Julie snarled at him. She knelt there for a minute, and then returned her gaze to Karen. Looking down, Julie saw her neatly shaved pussy. With one final sigh, she lowered herself, stuck out her tongue, and quickly licked up along Karen's pussy lips. Karen gasped at the touch from Julie's tongue. "Please. No," she begged. Julie rested on her forearms and slipped her hands under Karen's legs, placing them on Karen's hips. She licked up again. Then again. And again. Her efforts were awkward and not very heart-felt. However, Karen let out a soft groan. She looked down and saw Julie staring up at her from between her outstretched thighs. The gunman said, "I don't think you're putting in the kind of effort Missy here needs. Better tell her what to do Missy. And Mom, you better make her cum. I don't want to have to hurt Junior here." Julie picked up her head a bit and softly said to Karen, "Please. For my son." Karen, seeing the concern in Julie's eyes, softly said "Spread me with your fingers." Julie did as she was told. She took the fore finger and thumb of her right hand and spread Karen's pussy open. Never before had Julie seen a vagina up close. So soft and pink. She looked back at Karen. "Lick me in between there" she said as she looked down at Julie between her outstretched thighs. Julie looked back down and slowly, softly, licked in between Karen's pussy lips. Slowly, up and down. Karen gasped as Julie's tongue brushed her clit. "That's it. Lick my clit like that." Karen stared into Julie's eyes, watching, feeling each movement of her tongue along her swelling pussy lips. Julie kept on licking, tasting the sweetness of Karen's pussy. Each time, she brushed Karen's stiffening clit with her tongue. Karen began to roll her hips and moans escaped from her parted lips. Unconsciously, Karen closed her eyes and said "Put your finger in my pussy bitch." With no hesitation, Julie slipped a finger inside Karen's pussy and slid it in and out. She kept licking Karen's hard clit, circling it with her tongue. Karen's juices now flowed freely onto Julie's mouth and hand. She kept on fingering and licking Karen's pussy. More and more, she liked the taste of her wetness. Davis Furniture "Oh yeh, bitch. Lick my cunt. Make me cum." Karen turned her face up toward the ceiling, losing herself in the building pleasure Julie was giving her. Julie eagerly sucked Karen's clit into her mouth. Her tongue swirled as she rhythmically sucked Karen's clit. Julie slipped a second finger inside and thrust in and out of her pussy. Karen bucked and rode Julie's hand, thrusting her hips up towards the ceiling, supported by her bound hands. Unconsciously, Julie began to slowly roll her hips. Spreading her legs wide, Karen opened her eyes, looked back into Julie's and commanded "Lick my asshole bitch. Make me cum." Julie withdrew her fingers from Karen's pussy and moved them up to her clit. She rolled Karen's warm, stiff clit between her fingers as she lowered her mouth. Julie hesitantly licked Karen's asshole. Slowly, Julie lapped at the puckered hole. Johnny watched as his mother slowly obeyed Karen's commands. He could see his mother's pussy lips beginning to swell and elongate. He also could see moisture forming between them. He watched as his mother's hips rolled as she licked her employee. The smell of lust filled his nostrils. Karen thrust wildly at Julie's tongue. She moaned loudly, "Lick it slut." Julie thrust her tongue at Karen's asshole and began licking. She licked up, from her ass to her pussy. Julie continued to massage Karen's clit as she licked her pussy and ass. Faster and faster, Julie licked as Karen's juices flowed down between her cheeks. One last flick from Julie's tongue sent Karen into an earth shattering orgasm. Her juices gushed from her pussy onto Julie's face. She frantically bucked and kicked her legs as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body. Sweaty and spent, Karen finally relaxed, barely moving but breathing heavy. Julie looked up at the gunman. She had forgotten all about the camera as it caught Karen's fresh juices all over her face. Julie quickly regained her composure and sat up on her knees. No one spoke for a few minutes until, finally, the gunman said, "Tsk, tsk. Such filthy words from those pretty lips. I think you liked the way Mom licked your pussy, didn't you Missy? Yes, you did. But such a dirty little mouth on that pretty face." Karen, realizing her actions had gotten out of hand, looked at the wall and away from the gunman and Julie. He turned his attention to Julie and said "But Mom is the one with the dirty mouth. Aren't you? Licking Missy's dirty little asshole like that. Well done Mom. I think you've licked pussy before. If not, you're a really quick study. I know Junior liked it." Realizing her son had been watching, staring at her from behind the whole time, Julie turned around to face Johnny at the foot of the bed. His cock was fully erect now from the display he had just witnessed. With the camera still on Julie, the masked man walked back behind Johnny and put the gun up to his head again. Looking down at Julie, he said "Better help Junior out Mom. Either you make his cock or the gun go off. Your choice." Panicked, Julie looked up at her son. Johnny looked at his mother. Her face was covered in Karen's juices. Her large breasts were rising and falling with each hurried breadth and her nipples were hard. Julie crawled on her knees to the edge of the bed and reached for his cock with her hand. The intruder's words froze her in her tracks. "He can do that for himself Mom. Well, not right now he can't. And after the show he just had, I bet Junior's about to bust. He saw how good you used your mouth on that sweet little pussy Mom. Show Junior how well you can use it on a cock." Julie and the gunman both watched as Johnny furiously shook his head 'no.' With a mother's love for her child, Julie looked into her son's eyes. She saw all of the fear and anguish in them and whispered, "It'll be alright sweetie." She grabbed his cock with her right hand and bent her head down. She lowered her mouth and gently kissed his cock. Slowly, Julie licked up and down the shaft. Up one side, down the other. She slowly stroked his cock as she licked him. "Your Mom is a real good cocksucker, isn't she Junior?" Johnny looked down in horror as his mother's tongue licked along his shaft. Then he saw her lips part and place his cock in her mouth. "Look into his eyes Mom." Without hesitation, Julie looked up at Johnny as her lips wrapped around his cock. Johnny let out a muffled groan. Julie slowly worked her head up and down, sucking Johnny's cock deeper into her mouth. She had forgotten how it felt to have a hard cock in her mouth. She really forgot how much she loved it too. She loved the saltiness, the taste of pre-cum and of semen, the musky smell of a man's crotch, and the stiffness filling her mouth. Julie continued to work her head up and down, licking and sucking. She lost herself in the sensation of sucking that cock in her mouth and forgetting just who's cock it was. "I think Junior likes it Mom. Show him how much you like it. Play with your pussy while you suck Junior's cock." The gunman watched as Julie's left hand immediately moved between her legs while her lips slid up and down Johnny's cock. Julie's fingers rubbed her clit with one hand as she continued to stroke the cock in her other. Her lips moved along the veined shaft as her tongue licked the velvety head in her mouth. She could feel him swelling between her lips and she quickened the pace with her fingers along her clit. Julie firmly stroked Johnny's cock as the gunman pulled her head up off of him just in time. Johnny's first stream of cum landed on her cheek. The next across her other cheek and nose, the next on her mouth, lips and chin, another across her neck and chest. Johnny seemed to cum for minutes as Julie continued to pump his cock with one hand and her pussy with the other. Julie's lips parted, her eyes glazed, staring into her son's as the first wave of her orgasm hit. Julie loudly moaned "OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" and she furiously worked both hands. She thrust her hips up and down along her fingers, moaning, almost screaming as she came. Finally, as her orgasm subsided, Julie released Johnny's cock from her right hand and pulled back her left, both of them covered with cum. She looked up at the gunman, again becoming aware the camera was still in his hand. The gunman said, "Smile," as cum dripped off of her face and onto her tits. Quickly, he turned off the camera and walked toward the door. Dazed, Julie sat at the foot of the bed and watched as the masked man exited the building. A few minutes passed and Julie regained her composure. Saying nothing, she got up off of the bed, walked to the front door and locked it. She then went back to Johnny and began removing the tape. She gently pulled the small piece off of his mouth as their eyes met. Neither one spoke. She moved behind the chair and untaped his wrists. Johnny's hands were blue from the pressure and he rubbed them to get the circulation back. Julie then moved in front of the chair and knelt between her son's legs. His now flaccid cock lay in his lap, a small drip of cum on his thigh. Julie looked down as she untaped Johnny's legs and a drop of his cum ran down her face. A long stream stretched and splatted onto his other thigh. Realizing how she must look, Julie quickly turned toward the bed and wiped her face and breasts clean with the corner of the comforter. It was then she realized that Karen was still taped on the bed. Julie quickly got to her feet as Karen rolled onto her stomach. Her hands rested on her firm, round ass as Julie unwrapped her clothing and the tape from her wrists. No one spoke for a long time as each of them rose up and moved over toward their discarded clothes. They dressed as they found each missing piece. Karen looked down and found a type written note. Opening it reading it allowed, she said "Do not call the police or the video of this little episode will be shown on the Internet. You all seemed to like what happened anyway. Thanks for the show." Julie looked at Karen, then at Johnny. Karen looked at Julie, Johnny and the floor. Johnny looked away, not making eye contact with either of them. Finally, Julie said, "This goes no further. Everyone agree?" Johnny only continued to look away as he slowly nodded his head in agreement. Karen, however, spoke up. "Are you kidding me? We're going to let this asshole get away with this? My husband will kill him." Julie looked at Karen and said, "Or you. You looked pretty willing there at the end." Realizing that she was the person responsible for Karen's orgasm, Julie broke her gaze. "Look. We all have something to lose here. Karen, if you promise to keep quiet, I'll make it up to you. Please. For all of our sakes, let's just keep this between us." Karen buttoned the last button on her blouse, yelled "FINE!" turned and stormed off. She slammed the back door as she left. Julie stood there for a long time, finally saying, "I'm sorry baby. I don't know why this happened. But we'll get through this, ok?" Johnny eventually looked at his mother. But all he could see was the visions in his head. First, her lips wrapped around his cock. Then, his cock exploding in her hand. Lastly, her cum covered face as she came while she masturbated in front of him. Probably still in shock, he nodded his head in passive agreement. He turned and walked toward the back door with Julie following behind him. She turned off the lights, locked the door and followed her son to their car in silence. ********* Karen drove home with the cd blasting her favorite song. She wondered what she would say to her husband Bill when she got home. Pulling into the driveway, she saw his car parked in the street and a light on in the family room of the basement. She closed the car door, locked it and entered the kitchen through the side door. Dropping her keys and purse on the counter, she walked downstairs toward the family room. She saw the large frame of her husband on the plush sofa against the far wall. His dark overcoat lay on the chair near the big screen. His ski mask, video recorder and prop handgun lie on the coffee table in front of him. Bill looked up and smiled at Karen as she entered the room. "Well, how was work tonight?" Bill laughed out loud as he got up from the sofa and met Karen. They hugged and kissed each other for a long time. "That was perfect sweetie" she said to him. "Better than I thought it would be. You were incredible! You can be really scary if you want. You had everyone fooled. It seemed so real." Bill smiled down at his wife as he held her in his big arms. "Who knew you were such a good actress? Eva Longoria better watch out. She'll be out of a job. Well, not if this little video ever gets out." They both turned toward the big screen and watched the video close up of Julie licking Karen's asshole in slow motion. They held each other, staring at her tongue as Karen climaxed. "God, you are fucking awesome, babe" Bill said to his wife as he kissed her deeply. Karen took Bill's hand and led him to the couch. They both sat back and watched as the screen filled with images of Julie sucking Johnny's cock while she masturbated. Karen watched and snarled, "That's the last time that bitch ever yells at me. And that little dirt bag son of hers will never grab my ass again when I'm working. I don't care if his mother does own the store. What fucking gives him the right?" "You should have let me kick his ass like I wanted to babe." "No sweetie, this was much better. You would have bruised him for only a couple of days. He'll be bruised the rest of his life from tonight. That asshole will be in therapy for years. So will that bitch of a mother. You should have seen how fucked up they were when I left. I can get anything I want out of them now." Bill smiled, leaned in and kissed his wife. "Plus, we both got to fulfill a few fantasies along the way. That whole fake rape thing was so fucking hot. I've always wanted to see you with another woman and you've always wondered what it would be like with a woman. God, it was fucking awesome!" They both watched the screen as Johnny's cock erupted in slow motion, stream after stream of sperm landing in Julie's face. Karen said "And if they ever give me any trouble, an anonymous package will arrive every once in a while with this video inside. That'll keep them in line." Bill stared at the screen, watching as Julie's cum covered face moaned as she climaxed on her hand. "Only problem is, everybody got to cum but me." Karen's slender hand slipped into his lap and rubbed along the length of Bill's erection. Reaching down, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was larger and thicker than Johnny's and ached from the lack of attention it had received all evening. She gently stroked up and down and lowered her head. Looking up at Bill, she smiled. Her raven hair and striking blue eyes glowed from the light of the big screen. "Your turn sweetie" as she licked across his aching, swollen head.