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The Crazy Ex

By: SeducedbyEvil



((Apologies for the pronoun mixups in the original version. Lesson learned to take more time going over my own work.)) 

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"Here's to freedom!" Jack shouted as he toasted his friends. The group of guys laughed and hoisted their glasses. "Freedom!" They tilted their heads back and downed a generous portion of their beer. Wade leaned over and slapped Jack on the back once the glasses were settled.

"I bet it feels good to be rid of that bitch once and for all, huh?" Jack nodded in agreement and eased back in his chair.

"Nothing could feel better, my man. Nothing could feel better." said Jack. Earlier that week, Jack had finally given his crazy girlfriend the boot. With any luck, from here on out, the name Angela would be a distant memory. They'd been together for about six months, and it had started off well. She did everything to make sure he was taken care of, from cooking for him, to keeping the house clean, and fulfilling all his needs in bed. The bedroom was her specialty. Full pouty lips that made you think immediately of fellatio. Cascades of raven hair that always seemed to frame her face just perfectly. And her curves, well, she gave new meaning to the term "dangerous curves". She had perfect DD breasts that seemed to completely defy gravity, an ass that popped out of any outfit she wore and gave her a perfect bubble-butt, and a cunt that would make a grown man fall down in worship. She was a sexual dream, like a porn fantasy come to life. Jack couldn't believe his luck when they'd started dating. She seemed too good to be true.

Probably because she was. As the weeks turned to months, he noticed that she had a domineering streak in her. She wanted to know where he was at all times. She demanded he stay home instead of going out with his friends (Without affording him the same courtesy) and she'd maneuvered her way into every aspect of his life. She'd begun breaking into his email and social networking accounts, and deleted any female friends that she felt might be a threat. Once, they'd met an ex-girlfriend of Jack's at the mall, and after giving him the third degree, she had apparently taken her phone number out of Jack's contact list and left several violent and malicious messages on the poor girls answering machine. And they hadn't even been dating long enough to move in together. Jack was able to read the writing on the wall, and he quickly called an end to it. Told her they were moving too fast, said he needed some time to get his head together. Angela didn't seem to buy it though. She received the news in an eerie silence. She just nodded, leaned forward, and said in a quiet whisper "This isn't over." and stormed out of his apartment. He'd been unnerved to say the least, but it was certainly within her character. She always had to be on top.

"Hey bro, your beers gonna get warm if you keep staring off into space!" Steve chided him with a grin. Jack realized he had zoned out while going over the postmortem of the relationship. Still, he was just glad he'd gotten out when he did. You know what they say about sticking your dick in crazy. "Next round is on me, guys! I couldn't be in a better mood!"

"That's what we like to hear! I could get used to this!" Wade said with a laugh. The group was back together, and it was just like old times again. To freedom!

-Later that night-

Jack climbed out of his taxi, used it to steady himself, and then made the somewhat perilous walk up the stairs to his apartment. He'd tried not to drink too much tonight but he'd managed to push himself past the point of tipsy. The stairs seemed to shift of their own accord as he stepped on them, and it was slow going. Eventually though, he reached his apartment on the third floor, unlocked the door, and stumbled inside. It was dark, though various LEDs and power indicators around the room cast colors splashes of light. He was a bit pleased with himself for that. Jack had a bad habit of leaving the lights on whenever he left, but apparently he'd remembered on his way out to darken the apartment. He shuffled into the kitchen and opened the fridge. The light inside bathed the small kitchen in a yellowish glow as he hunted for something to graze on. As he searched for food, e couldn't get over the feeling that something was odd. A persistent nagging in the back of his mind. Yet whenever he tried to grasp as what it may be, the fog of alcohol carried it away. Jack shrugged, figured it must not be important, probably some forgotten errand, and pulled out the fixings for a sandwich. He popped the kitchen light on and set to the task of making his midnight snack. As he was constructing his sandwich, he found himself musing about his crazy ex once more. Even though she'd started to show some distinct signs of crazy, he couldn't help thinking about her body. She had an addictive quality to her, that's for sure. When she was on top of him, smothering him with kisses, filling his nose with her intoxicating perfume

*Her fucking perfume.*

Jack realized what had been nagging at him immediately. He probably would've noticed it earlier if he'd been sober, but now that he was aware, it was unmistakable. He knew that smell. It was in the air, and he was pretty sure he wasn't imagining it. He wouldn't forget that smell. it made him think of sex every time.

He whipped around and surveyed his apartment. The only light currently on was in the kitchen, so most of the apartment was still bathed in shadow. Was she here? He moved into the living room, held his breath, and popped the light on. The last thing he needed was to get jumped by a crazy woman wielding a knife or something. To his relief, the living room was empty. Everything looked fine.

"Lighten up, Jackie. You're too drunk for your own good." he said to himself. The words were followed by a sudden pain in the back of his head, and then blackness.

**************

Jack groaned as he came to. Groaned wasn't quite the right word for it. It was more of a whimper. It felt like someone had given his head a once over, and his buzz had gone out the window. Maybe tonight wasn't as good as he thought it was.

"I was wondering when you were gonna wake up, baby." the voice was unmistakable. Angela's voice was like honey, but there was definitely a malicious tone to those words."I was getting lonely waiting for you. You know how much I hate waiting;"

Jack began to regain awareness of his body, and realized that he was in his bed, handcuffed to the frame, and naked as the day he was born. He instinctively tried to cover himself, only to have the handcuffs dig sharply into his wrists. He gave another groan as the pain in his head seemed to amplify. The room was softly lit, filled with the ambient glow of candles all around. Would've looked like a nice romantic evening if not for the nude hostage with a growing welt on his head.

"What the fuck? Why are you in my apartment?" Jack was finding it hard to be incredulous when all he could really think about was how annoying the ringing in his ears were. But he managed to do a pretty good job.

"Well baby, I just thought we needed to have a talk. You seem very confused right now, and I just wanted to help you. I let myself in with the key I made." She was standing beside the bed, leaning over him. Her enormous breasts were hanging not far from his face as she cooed in his ear."I know you think we've been moving too fast, but I had a very special idea." Jack looked up at her. She was wearing a black lacy bra the pushed her tits together to create some of the most perfect cleavage he'd ever seen. His eyes moved of their own accord and took in her whole body. Fuck, she was perfect. Flat, athletic stomach down to a skimp thongy that sat high on her hips. It was like something out of a porno. She leaned down and kissed him passionately, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He tried to fight her off, but didn't seem to have much strength for it.

"See? You may think you wanted me gone, but your body sure remembers me. I know you want this." With this, she placed her hand on his chest and slowly dragged it down his body. She was working towards his cock, but she was moving so achingly slow. He began to feel his penis stir. Jack tried to the best of his efforts to keep himself focused and not give her what she wanted, but his body was betraying him. She finally encircled his cock with her fingers and lazily tugged on it. More blood flowed into it with the increased sensation, and he groaned again. It wasn't a groan of pain this time.

"You see, I was thinking, Jackie baby. We've had such a great time together, and I think you're just scared to commit to me. But I know how to cure that. I love you so much, and I'm ready to do what it takes to keep you. So we're gonna have a baby."

The words "have a baby" set off all kinds of alerts in his head. This couldn't be happening. This was like some kind of horror story. He immediately tried to jerk away from her touch, but he quickly realized that his feet were tied down to the bed frame as well. He was effectively mobilized. And his damn cock just continued to swell. This was outright insubordination from his own body.

"A b-baby? You can't be serious. We've never even lived together!". As he spoke, he realized that he was staring at her tits again. Though his mind was continually screaming to get away, flee, flee the crazy bitch, the animal part of him was having a field day. "You're making a huge mistake! Let me go and we can talk about this!"

"Oh no, honey. I've made up my mind. I already know how this goes. I'm gonna give you the night of your life, to show you why you want to stay with me. And trust me, I've done the math. It's the perfect time. I'm gonna make sure it sticks, and you'll be the father of my baby. We're gonna be a beautiful family." She was whispering the words in his ear like it was dirty talk. He looked up at her face now, and she has a maniacal glint in her eye. This bitch was serious. He prayed silently to whoever was listening that he wouldn't keep getting hard. He had to find some way out of this, or he'd be stuck with this lady for life.

"Now just lie back and enjoy, sweetie. I know I will." With that, she climbed on the bed, moving down over his pelvis, and began to lick his semi-hard cock with long, languid strokes. It was like an electric jolt shot through his spine, and he quickly hardened to his full 9 1/2 inches. "Oh, there's my big boy!"

"P-please, Angie, stop this. You barely know me, and-fffffuuuuuuuuck" his protests were quickly cut off as she enveloped the head of his cock with her full, beautiful lips and swirled her tongue around the head. He was having a very difficult time keeping track of what he was saying as her ministrations sent wave after wave of pleasure through his body. She then removed her lips with a loud POP and started slowly kissing from the base of the shaft up to the head.

"I (kiss) love you and (kiss) I love this cock (kiss) and that's all I need to know. You (kiss) don't have a choice in the matter anyway. Besides, this big fat thing seems to be on my side anyway." She stuck her tongue out and licked the head like it was a lollipop before enveloping it once more. Jack tried jerking away from her once more, but his bindings were secure. Before he knew it, his hips were rocking into her mouth of their own accord. The pleasure was undeniable, and his body was giving in completely. Unfortunately for Jack, he hadn't had sex since he'd broken it off with her, and he hadn't found the time to masturbate either. He was working with a 4 day dry spell and his body was desperate for release.

"Don't fire off too quick, baby. The fun is just getting started." Angela leaned back and undid her bra, letting loose her giant, flawless breasts. Despite himself, Jack found himself staring at them once more and longing to lick and suck them. Angela then stripped her thong away, so she was as naked as he was.

"We were made for each other, I'm sure you realize. My body was made for fucking, it's obvious you adore me. You're just not letting yourself realize how much you love me. but I'm gonna show you." As she spoke, she repositioned herself over Jacks body, bracing herself with one hand on his shoulder while she aimed his cock at her pussy with his other hand. As she did this, her breasts hovered just in front of his face. It took his entire composure not to dive straight into them, but he was determined to find some way to withhold her advances. If he gave up and let her use him, all was lost. Angela then whispered into his ear "Give it to meeeee" as she slowly sunk down onto his cock. She eased him in, inch by inch, and he couldn't help but moan out loud at the sheer pleasure. Her pussy was velvety and slick, and amazingly tight. It felt like she was gripping his cock, and each inch that sunk into her melted his resolved further. Once he was completely sheathed inside of her, she began to suck on his earlobe. It was one of Jack's weak spots, and she knew it.

"You're so big, baby. I love this big fat dick. This belongs to me now." Jack tried to find something clever to say, or something spiteful, but all he could really think about was how amazing her pussy felt. She then began to rock her hips, sliding his length in and out of her. It was too much for him, and he began to grunt with each pump. "That's right. I know you worship my pussy. Tell me how much you love it.

"F-fuck you bitch. Get off me." Jack managed to blurt out. The sex felt amazing, but the terrible portent of what was coming allowed him to regain some composure. He began to feel that pressure in his stomach of a building orgasm, but he did everything he could to stifle it.

"Now now. I don't think you understand your position, sweetie." There it was again. Every time she used those cutesy nicknames, her voice was practically dripping with malice. Why did that make him so hot? In return, she began to pick up, speed, sliding his cock in and out of her cunt faster and faster. The increased sensation robbed him once more of conscious thought and all he could think about was the immense pleasure. Angela pulled back and pulled his head into her tits. Without realizing it, he began to lick her perfect globes and searched for her nipple with his mouth. "See? Your body knows what it wants. Don't hold out on me. I know you want to let loose." The days of pent up semen inside of him was practically boiling, dying to be let free. But Jack was holding on. He was fighting his own body, but he was managing to keep some level of control.

They went on like this for about 10 minutes, her body moving like a perfectly designed machine. His cock was throbbing, oozing pre-cum, desperate for release. Jack was doing everything he could to stay in the game, to keep from giving her what she wanted. But he didn't know how much longer he could keep on like this, and she just kept moving faster and faster. He was beginning to think his thighs might be getting bruised.

"Are you ready baby? I've been going easy on you, but now it's time you give in." With that, she sank down onto him so his entire cock was buried inside of her, and flexed her pussy. It was like there was a vice around his cock, and the suction was incredible. He clenched his fists and strained against the bed-frame looking for some last shred of strength.

:FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKK" he screamed. The walls broke, and his body was overcome with a mind shattering orgasm. Stream after stream of sticky cum rocketed into her pussy, and she just kept flexing herself around him as though she was milking him. "That's right, let it all out. Give it to me." She still had that maniacal twinkle in her eye, and her expression was one of utter victory.. The orgasm took every bit of strength out of him and he slumped forward into her breasts. He was totally defeated. She'd taken everything from him.

"See? That wasn't so bad. I got what I wanted, you got what you wanted, and now we're gonna be together forever."

*Forever. Fuck.*

And once more, despite himself, his cock began to re-harden inside of her. A victim of his own body and this succubus of a girlfriend.

The Crazy Life



If you asked someone who knew me in grade school or even in high school, they'd never believe what I am about to tell you. I used to be a good girl.

I guess I started "blossoming" into a "wild child" the year I turned 18. I was sexy, young, and sadly naïve. But I learn quickly. Somehow I began to notice that I was quite adept at picking up on flirtatious behavior, whether directed at me or someone else. Friends always sought my advice whenever doubts crept in about their crushes. 

That summer became my year to experience life before going to college. After all, I was a serious academic. I lost my virginity that year, too, in the spring. After moving in with my older sister to finish my senior year in a small town, my friends in the city marveled at how "delicious" I had suddenly become. I was dressing sexier and having a ball. My old unrequited love had suddenly begun to show interest in me. Foolish though it may have been, I succumbed. 

Though my story gets steamier this is a true story and the details of my first time are quite unbecoming a lady. The fool I gave that gift to was hardly romantic and laid another girl that very night in my very presence without my very permission.

But when I returned to my summer hideaway, I learned such valuable lessons about seduction. A friend we will call Sadie had an ex-boyfriend; a tall dark and sexy hunk of a man. His mocha complexion set off his brilliant emerald eyes; his clothes pristine and smell unbearably seductive. His voice was deep and he had game for miles. I fell without even knowing it. She had sent me as message deliverer to reconcile their romance. What a mistake. 

It did not take long to find him. In a small town just walk around, if people are out, you'll run into them. He was always out driving around. He dismissed talk of her at once. He only wanted to ask about me. Where did I come from, he had seen me before, but briefly and in her presence. Who was I? He made me feel mysterious. He said he had never seen an ass like mine in the town. I nearly fainted with laughter! I knew he was an indulgence I should not allow myself, his color would alarm the family and some in the town, but no one had to know, right?

We flirted and talked. Kissed and teased. He wanted something from me...would I give it? From his look I knew what he wanted, but I was inexperienced and I protested. He said he'd tell me how he liked it. I took that 10" cock in my mouth and tried to please him. Careful with the teeth, sucking and caressing with my tongue, I took him in. Every so often I would loosen my jaws and let it in as deep as I possibly could, sometimes nearly choking on its length and girth. He wanted me to gently caress his balls and talked dirty to me the whole time, calling it "daddy dick." Men were becoming so very clear all of a sudden.

He came into my mouth before long and I swallowed quickly, as it seemed the fastest way to rid myself of what at the time seemed rather gross. I took a swig of hard lemonade and wanted to go home and brush my teeth. But it had pleased him that I had done that. 

His name was Jeremiah. He had a bad reputation as a player. My friend was also going to kill me if she found out. We kept our little summer fling quiet for a little while. Unfortunately, Sadie had a relationship with his sister Cora. Cora's boyfriend happened to be Jeremiah's boy. So, naturally, before even meeting me, they knew who I was. When I accompanied Sadie to visit Cora, her boyfriend came home and took Cora aside and spilled those beans. He didn't think I should be there as her friend. They didn't say anything, but I knew something was amiss. I was already leaving when he got there because of a promise to a friend who lived around the corner. I witnessed the odd secretive exchange, wondered, and left. 

While visiting my friend Sienna, Sadie was told about my naughty behavior. She later confronted me and we fought for a while. I know it was driving her crazy seeing me all around town with him and everyone knowing what was going on. She was jealous and said mean things behind my back. I know I was wrong, but I liked it. I admit it was thrilling; I had never "stolen" a boyfriend before. Besides they had been broken up for a substantial time and he hadn't wanted her back. Besides he and I were just screwing around. It wasn't serious, I was going to college after all. Though it was within driving distance. 

We fucked like rabbits, he and I. He'd find me or I'd find him and we'd go to different "hidden" spots in the town and he'd fuck me so hard. He loved for me to be on top, so he could suck my nipples. Another thing he said he loved. I would ride him and suck him and it started to seem like I was doing all the work. Eventually I grew bored of his childish ways. He was supported by his momma at an age a man should be out of the nest. But regardless, he taught me how to see the signs and off I went into the world...

His best friend Hank turned out to be a much better lover. One night while smoking a joint he smiled at me in a way I hadn't noticed before. Now I know I was being bad again, because you see there was another problem with Hank. He was my friend Sassy's boyfriend. We were much closer than Sadie and I at that time and I was feeling those pangs of guilt. But he was so cute and he had a nice car. I was so drunk and I wanted some cock. He took me to a quiet, dark, well hidden spot. I didn't happen to notice until we got out that it was a graveyard. I wasn't spooked in the least as drunk as I was, it seemed rather surreal. He kissed me passionately in a way Jeremiah never had. I don't think he knew how, but Hank did. He caressed my pussy in a way that made me so wet and when he fucked me with those long fingers I came all over the hood of his car. He fucked me then with an intensity, deep in, almost out, deep, almost out. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. He turned me around and did me from behind. He'd ram himself into me, then pull out, and again and again he'd repeat the cycle. He came inside me as I had let him fuck me with no condom and I could feel it for the first time, cum dripping from my pussy. I nearly came again. 

Hank and I had a few good times after that, but then it was time to leave. Though I have been back to visit, I have found new friends and new adventures...



The Crazy Things We Do For Family



Author's notes: It just wouldn't be right if I didn't kick things off by mentioning this; for the sake of the easily offended or simply misinformed, this story contains scenes of incest, between a mother and son in particular, and other sorts of sexual acts that are considered taboo. It's pretty dirty I tell you. So at the end of the day what I'm really saying is... read it at your own risk. I have another warning, but this time it's directed towards those who prefer a short and sweet type of story; I can dig that, but this is not one of those stories. 

The last two droplets of the part of my, I feel are obligatory, notifications go like this; all persons in this story involved in any sort of sexual activity are over the age of eighteen. Likewise, if you're a reader that happens to be under that specified age, do not read this story. Now, when I first came up with this unusual tale I call 'The Crazy Things We Do For Family', I was trying to think a little outside of the longish-incest-story box, so there's absolutely no slow, romantic climb into the action. But bear in mind, that doesn't mean that I did not put any thought into my story. I would also like to mention this; the titles I gave to the respective parts in this story were inspired by my protagonist's thoughts and actions, more than being chapters. 

To give you a better understanding of what I mean by that, I'll ask you a question. If you were about to do something difficult, what would be the names of the individual stages you'd go through, before, during and subsequently to you doing that difficult task? Get it now? Right, let's move on. In addition to the titles, they follow a scheme, and will guide you through the story's timeline, so pay attention. Since writing is a newly discovered obsession of mine, and, since this is in fact the first story I've actually managed to complete, any type of constructive criticism would be welcomed with open arms. Similarly, please take the few seconds it would take to rate the story on completion of reading it. Now that we've gotten all of that out of the way, I really hope you enjoy it. 

*

Karen squealed, wiggled, kicked, scratched and clawed, as she tried to fight off a very large man, who was disguised in a creepy, colourful, Joker mask, which was made out of rubber. In addition to this man, he had the advantage in this grizzly situation, because both of his gloved hands were tightly locked around her throat, as they tussled on the couch inside the living room of her home.

With one adrenalin fuelled thrust against his chest, executed by the use of her right leg, her brawny assailant staggered backwards, toppled over her coffee table and then crashed onto the cold, hard floor. Karen realised that her chances to escape wouldn't get any better than this. Consequently, she leaped off of her couch with catlike agility.

Even though she was in her high heels, she then sprinted through her living room with the grace of a gazelle and made her way to the front door of the house she inherited from her grandparents. She desperately needed the help she would receive once she got outside. As she turned the handle of the front door, her blood instantly went cold, because she realised it was locked and she did not have the key for it.

"Where the hell is this key?" Karen panicked as she frantically checked her pockets and the mounted key rack to no avail. "Shit!" she blurted, with a combination of both fear and frustration. Just as she set herself in motion to find a new potential exit, she discovered that her path was blocked by the large, Joker masked man. He had her trapped like a mouse.

"What do you want from me?" she yelled at him. He silently stared her down for a few moments, and then without answering her question, he suddenly charged at her. That's when Karen's 'fight' in her 'fight or flight' response kicked in. As a result, she quickly grabbed the heavy vase that was placed on the long table that was standing beside her and hurled it at him with all of her might.

And as luck would have it, her assailant ran face first into her improvised choice of weaponry, smashing it into pieces, as he crumbled to the floor. Taking advantage of her luck, she quickly skipped over her wounded attacker, who was groaning in agony on the floor, and then made her way to the staircase. "Somebody, please help me!" she cried out at the utter top of her lungs, in addition, her eyes became misty, as she hastily dashed up the flight of her stairs.

After reaching the summit of the staircase, she quickly sprinted down the hallway and run into her guestroom, which also happened to be her younger brother's former bedroom, and gently closed its door behind her. She decided that she would escape the house by climbing onto the rooftop of the patio downstairs, but for some bizarre reason, all the windows of the guestroom were sealed tight.

"What the hell did this guy do to my house?" she said, as she tried her hardest to yank up the windows. But try as she might, they simply did not open. But fear not, because that's when Karen came up with a plan B, which was to hide inside the closet of the guestroom. That would buy her some time to call the cops and wait for them.

Subsequently to entering the empty space of the closet and quietly closing its door, she took a seat on the hard, wooden floor. She then reached into the back pocket of her jeans, withdrew her I-phone, and prayed so that her assailant would not locate her before the arrival of the police.

With her hand shaking, she dialled the emergency number into her phone and then placed it against her ear. But that action wasn't followed by the anticipated ringing sounds. What's going on? She checked the screen of her phone. "Ah, come on," she exclaimed in a whisper, as she tossed her phone on the wooden floor beneath her. She had no phone reception.

A few seconds later from the thud her phone made, Karen was frozen in fear, because that's when the creaky door of the guestroom's main entrance slowly pushed open. Oops, throwing her phone in frustration the way she did was definitely an unwise move. The gradual sound of the large, masked man's footsteps began, and sounded like they were approaching her hiding spot.

"This can't be happening," she whispered ever so softly, placing her right hand over her mouth to muffle her breathing, as a few tears started to run down her face. Once her assailant ultimately reached the closet's closed door, he stopped, which made Karen close her eyes and drop her head as she trembled in fear. She was also trying to be as quite as possible.

But she let out a shrill whimper and shuddered as the door that concealed her abruptly flew open. Now even though she was both sobbing and completely terrified, she mustered the courage to lift her head as she looked her masked assailant in the eye. "Please... don't... kill... me," she beseeched him as she wheezed.

The large, Joker masked man silently hovered over his powerless victim, by the cruel means of looking down at her for about ten terrifying seconds. And then without warning, he suddenly lunged downwards and grabbed her by her throat again.

That's when Karen's eyes flew open, with a loud gasp, kicking her duvet, as she scrambled to sit up in her bed, at the abrupt moment of her waking up inside the safe and sound domain of her bedroom. Her heart was pounding at a mile a minute, and her sheets were drenched in the cold sweat that seeped through her nightdress, as she went through the petrifying events of her nightmare.

Still huffing for air at this point, she suddenly jerked her head left, right and then left again, in an unnecessary effort to check if she was really safe. "It was only a dream," she said while panting. "It... was only... a dream."

Once she ultimately recuperated, she reached for her nightstand and pulled the cord of her nightlight, which in effect, illuminated half of her dark bedroom. She then peeled off her duvet, swung her legs to the side, and sat on the edge of her queen-sized bed. Subsequently, she placed her hands on the small of her back to check how soaked she was. "Ah, damn it," she muttered. "Now I have to change," Karen added in thought, as she discharged an irritated sigh.

Subsequently to getting to her feet, she walked over to her closet and disrobed by removing her nightdress and underwear. Thereafter, she stepped into a comfortable pair of cotton panties, a large white shirt and a sky-blue pair of pyjama bottoms. On completion of changing her garments, she placed the items she was wearing before inside the washing hamper that was situated inside the personal domain of her bathroom.

She then came back into her bedroom and changed her sheets. Karen knew she would have a tough time going back to sleep if she simply dived back under her covers, and also knew that she would need a nice warm glass of milk if she was to get sleepy once more. Therefore, she threw on a robe, stepped into her fluffy pink pair of morning slippers, and then headed for the exit of her bedroom door.

Now walking down the somewhat dark hallway of the house she inherited from her grandparents, she passed her office, the guestroom, her son Dylan's bathroom, her meditation/exercising room, which she hardly ever used, and Dylan's bedroom on her way. Together with making a right turn, as she approached the staircase, she noticed that her son's bedroom door was slightly ajar from the thin strip of light shining through from it.

Mentally noting that, she headed downstairs, and entered the kitchen. She took out an open carton of milk from the refrigerator and then walked over to the cupboards, to pull out two mugs. After pouring milk inside the mugs and placing them into the microwave oven, she punched the necessary buttons on the microwave's keypad to set up a forty-five second countdown.

She then walked back to the refrigerator, to place the carton of milk back inside it, and then walked back over to the microwave, where she waited for her mugs of milk to finish heating up. And as soon as they did so, she took them out and switched off the kitchen's light. Her final move was to head back upstairs, where she stopped at Dylan's bedroom door.

Now, Karen assumed that her son was still awake when she first walked past his room and noticed the thin strip of light beaming through from it. So needless to say, that second mug of milk was made for him. But just as she was about to leaned forward, in an attempt to push the door open with her shoulder, she heard Dylan say something that froze her in her tracks.

"Do you like sucking on my fat cock?" his voice husked, as he went about doing an unidentified activity.

Now off that surprising quotation, Karen assumed that her son was either masturbating or getting head from some girl he snuck in without her permission. And that's when the cat died, because she also became curious as to know which of the two possible scenarios it could be. As a result of this wayward characteristic of hers, she moved her face closer to the door and peeked through its slight opening.

Peering through, she could now see Dylan. He was lying on his bed, facing away from her, and was in a white football club jersey. He also had his grey pyjama bottoms pulled down, and had on a large pair of black headsets. Now here's the kicker. Dylan was on his laptop and was watching a 'hardcore mature porn' video, which featured a very sexy looking porn star, who shockingly enough, looked strikingly similar to his mother, Karen.

The actress had her 5"4' height. The sharp little dimples on her cheeks, which would breakout whenever his mother would speak or reveal her dazzling white smile. She had Karen's mesmerizing and vividly green eyes. Her full, plush, candy pink coloured lips. He didn't know the exact look of his mother's breasts. However, he did know that they were around the same size as the porn star's moderately large, fake ones.

A detail he knew without a doubt about his mother's chest area, were the moderate amount of liver spots on it, which were unevenly distributed across the region of her upper chest and shoulders. The actress had that feature as well. It wasn't the exact same look, but it was strangely similar. She also had Karen's curvaceously shaped and trim figure.

In addition, her taut, compact and semicircular looking buttock. Well at least that's what it looked like from a certain angle. The MILF in the video even had the beautiful, golden-brownish fountain of his mother's blonde hair, which stopped its fluorescent flow roughly three inches after passing her shoulders.

The resemblance between Karen and her porn star doppelganger was other worldly. And there were only a couple of highly noticeable differences between the two. The first one of which was the light bulb shaped birthmark that was situated behind Karen's right thigh, which looked like it was outlined by a child.

And the second difference was that the actress had tribal ink on the small of her back and a colourful pinup-model on her left breast, where Karen on the other hand was completely tattoo-less. If it weren't for those distinctive features, he might've believed that his mother was living a secret porn star life.

Karen now knew her son was masturbating and not getting his cock sucked by some girl he snuck in, because she could also see the pornographic images on his laptop's screen. And, she could also perceive his rhythmically moving right arm. However, she could not see that he was masturbating to a lookalike of her.

As a result of her prying, Karen started to feel guilty, for not putting more trust in her son and for spying on him during an extremely private moment. Hence, she decided to abandon her mission on bringing him a warm mug of milk and that she would back away from his door. But just as she did so, and as the video reached its closing blow-job and facial scene, she heard him say something that was so startling, it almost forced her to drop the mugs she was holding.

"You like sucking my cock, don't you Mom?" he grunted, completely oblivious to the knowledge of her being right outside his door, as he believed she was far beyond the point of counting sheep.

"What did he just say!?" she exclaimed in thought, unsurprisingly shocked with the unnerving fact of him using the word "Mom," the name he referred to her alone as, while masturbating! How despicable. Completely incapable of believing her ears, she repositioned her head to peek through the door's slight opening once more, and listened very carefully to his words, just in case she misheard him the first time.

"I know you do Mom," he added, his husky voice made his words rather clear, as he continued to stroke his rigid member. "You want me to cum in your mouth... but I'm about to cum all over your face," he rasped and made his mother's heart sink.

Dylan continued to misuse Karen's moniker for a little while longer, as she anxiously listened on, until he finally reached his breaking point. As he did, he lifted his handful of tissues and began on spurting his thick ropes of spunk into his padding. "I'm cumming all over your face Mom..." he said with his eyes closed, as he fantasised about giving her a jizz-facial, "All over your gorgeous face."

On completion of his self-induced orgasm, he closed the video program's window, took off his headsets, pulled up his pyjama bottoms and then walked over to his trashcan to discard his semen drenched tissues.

Karen was utterly shocked, dazed and confused with what she had just witnessed. And after she finally managed to snap out of her stunned state of mind, she quietly backed away from his door and crept off for her bedroom.

Once inside, she removed her robe, kicked off her slippers, switched off her bedroom's light and then crawled under her covers. As she quietly sat in her bed and sipped on her now lukewarm milk, she felt like she had just been squashed by a skyscraper. She also felt her head swirl as she tried to break down this baffling question: "Why on earth was Dylan using my name while he was masturbating?" she mulled.

Subsequently to about twenty minutes of silent and painstaking contemplation on that particular conundrum, she reached for her bed stand, pulled the cord of her nightlight and slowly drifted off into sleep. ONE YEAR LATER: THE LEAP

"So you're gonna do it?" asked Vivian Alger, Karen's best friend and colleague, both of them now sitting inside the teacher's staffroom of their school's headquarters, as they went about enjoying their respective meals, during their second lunch break. In addition to Vivian, she was a woman in her forties, just like Karen, but unlike Karen, she had long red hair. Vivian was also the most fascinating person that Karen knew, but a little more on that later.

"Mm-hmm," Karen nodded. "I'm actually planning on telling him about it tonight after dinner," she added and took a bite out of her grilled chicken and mayonnaise sandwich.

"Okay... that's fine," said Vivian. "And... have you thought of a way to tell Dylan about it yet?"

"Nope," she replied once she swallowed her mouthful. "Sadly, I have not. But, I think it would be best to just come out and say it. You know," she shrugged and took a second bite.

"I agree." Vivian lifted her bottled water and took a swing. "So... how's your brother doing?"

"He seemed okay the last time I saw him. But I'm planning on paying him a visit after work, just to check up on him."

"Alright," Vivian lifted a forkful of her salad and placed it in her mouth. "You should take him a gift," she added, after she chewed, swallowed and wiped her mouth.

"Not a bad idea..." Karen replied. "Now, are you and Aaron sure..."

"Hold that thought," she said, cutting Karen's sentence prematurely as she spotted Mrs Paxton heading their way. Now here's a little information in relation to Mrs Paxton. She was an elderly woman, in her sixties to be a little more accurate, who wore glasses, had short fading brown hair, and also happened to be the new Winchester Primary School principal. "Here comes Margo," Vivian added softly.

"Good afternoon, ladies." Mrs Paxton arrived with a pleasant smile.

"Good afternoon, Mrs Paxton," they replied in sync and then giggled.

"Now ladies, I've told you both before; call me Margo," she smiled.

"Okay, Margo," Vivian replied, in a quirky kind of manner. "What can we do for you?"

"Well, I'm actually here to speak with you Karen," she said, and made her perk up. "It's about one of your troublesome students. Mister Fishermen, Luke Fishermen's father, called me just a short while ago and I need you to come into my office, after your break of course, so we can discuss the matter of placing young mister Fishermen on a daily report."

"Oh, okay," Karen replied with a smile. "I'll be there in a sec."

"Alright then, enjoy the meal ladies." Margo concluded with a nod, and then walked off.

"Umm... where was I?" asked Karen.

About an hour after the school bell that indicated the end of the school day sounded, Karen and Vivian exited the school's main office and walked into the parking lot. Once she waved Vivian goodbye, who stepped into her lovely black Mercedes Benz SL-65, Karen hopped into her middleclass white Polo and drove off of the school's property.

She drove for approximately twenty-five minutes, until she reached Brentview, the name of her brother's district. By the way, her brother's name was Carl. But before she headed to where he resided precisely, she stopped in the parking lot of Brentview's mini-mall. Thereafter, she hopped out of her car, entered the mall and then an Exclusive Books store.

She picked out two books from their respective sections and then approached the salesperson to pay for the two items and for two gift bags. Once she received her change and receipt, she placed the books into their respective bags and headed for the parking lot. From there, she re-entered her vehicle, drove for about an extra ten minutes, and then finally reached her brother's place.




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She was let into the house by a Mrs Victoria Chambers, Karen's attractive, long black haired, twenty-nine year old sister, whom she greeted with a warm hug. "How's he doing?" asked Karen, rubbing Victoria's upper arms, after they broke their embrace.

She let out a woeful sigh in response. "Today... not so good, I'm afraid," Victoria replied dejectedly. "But I know that seeing you will cheer him right up. And perhaps breathe some life into him. How have you been doing?"

After entering the kitchen and then the living room of the modest home, they continued to chat for a little while longer, as they sipped on their respective cups of tea and enjoyed a couple of homemade muffins. Karen also gave her the Harry Potter book she purchased from the book store earlier on, to give to Karina.

Karina was Karen's ten year old niece, who was still at an after school swimming lesson. And, if you couldn't pick it up, who was also named after Karen. Once their pleasant chat came to an end, Victoria led her sister to the room her frail husband was in, and notified him about his visitor too. However, she didn't enter the room with Karen, because she wanted to give the two some alone time.

Ever since the abrupt and accidental death of Karen and Carl's parents, which took place when she was thirteen and when he was four, Karen pretty much turned into Carl's mother, despite the presence of their now deceased grandparents. Victoria knew about that story, and also knew how close her husband and sister were, which is another small reason for why she didn't want to impose on this particular family moment.

Karen took her first couple of steps into the slightly dark bedroom, which was illuminated by a nightlight and by the sunlight beaming through a thick and closed curtain. In addition, she could now see Carl, who was settled under a blanket. Once he rolled over and adjusted himself a bit for comfort, he spoke. "Hey, Ka-ka," he greeted his big sister.

In return, she moved in and sat in the black plastic chair that was placed alongside his bed. For clarification, when Carl was a young boy, he couldn't pronounce the word/name, Karen, so he simply called her 'Ka-ka'. It was a much easier method for him to refer to his sister as, because it sort of sounded like "Mama" and "Dada," the popular names that many kids call their parents by, which he used as well.

"How's my favourite sister in the world doing?" asked a pale Carl, in a raspy voice tone, but, also with a smile on his face.

"I'm your only sister in the world, silly," she replied, smiling back. "And I should be asking the question; 'how are you doing'?"

"Well... I've seen better days, I guess," he shrugged. "Uhngg," he grunted, as he suddenly clutched his chest.

"I really hate seeing you like this," she said despondently, while placing her right hand on his left one.

"Hey, don't worry about me. I'm only resting for now," he replied, and then let out another but fainter grunt. "I'll be just fine."

"But the doctors said..."

"Doctors, shmocktors," her blonde haired brother cut her off. "What do those god complex carrying characters know anyway?"

Karen couldn't help but smile after hearing that ignorant question, as she remembered how optimistic her younger brother has always been.

"Is that for me?" he asked, looking at the colourful little bag placed upon her lap.

"Yeah," she placed her hand inside it. "I bought you a novel," his sister added, as she pulled it out.

"Karen... you're the bookworm between us. Why would you buy me a novel?"

"What a grateful person you can be sometimes," she said, in a good-natured fashion. "No. I bought it so I could read it to you, like I used to do when you were still a kid."

"Except... I'm not a kid anymore. I'm I?"

"No," she shook her head. "But, you are still my little brother. Are you not?" she replied and then opened the book.

Later that night, right after dinner, Dylan stood up from his seat and started clearing the dining room table. While he was doing so, Karen lifted her glass of wine and took a gulp from it, in hopes that a smidge of alcohol would help make what she wanted to say a little bit easier. After placing her glass back on the table, she took a moment look at her brown haired son, and let out a sigh as he headed for the kitchen with his first batch of used dishes.

On his return, she put a serious face on, both of her elbows on the table, and balanced her chin on the knuckles of her closed hands. "Dylan," she said, as he reached for her plate of leftovers. "I need to speak to you about something. So stop what you're doing for a moment and take a seat."

"Okay," he replied, and complied with his mother's request by sitting down in the chair next to hers. "What's up?" he asked, and was intrigued to hear what she had to say.

"Well..." she said nervously, removing her arms from the table. "There's no easy way to say this," she cleared her throat. "But... umm, I've known for a while now... about... a certain desire that you have."

"Okay," he stretched the word, and raised his chin as his face coiled.

"And umm..." she continued awkwardly. "I've decided to... help you... live out that... fantasy."

"Okay Mom, I'm sorry but... honestly, I really don't know what you're talking about," he replied as he shook his head.

"I'm just trying to ease into it... that's all. But, you're right. Let me stop beating around the bush. Here it is," she took a deep breath.

"Cool," he nodded.

"I've known for a while now..." she continued and then paused again to gather herself. Clearly what she wanted to say was pretty heavy. After exhaling loudly, she gave it another try. "I've known for a while now, that you... want to... ejaculate on my face," Karen finally managed to convey.

And as a result, her son's facial expression turned into a startled one.

"And there's no use in trying to deny it," she quickly added, raising her hand as he was about to say something in reply. "I've heard you say it with my own ears."

Hearing that, he dropped his head and put to bed any protest he had in mind as he waited for his mother to finish speaking.

"At first," she proceeded. "I must admit, I was quite surprised to know that you... of all people... would want to do something like that to me. But I've had a really long time to think it over now. And like I said earlier, I've decided to help you live out that... umm... fantasy."

She could see how mortified her son was, so she decided to stop talking for a moment, in order to give him time to take in the bombshell she had just drop on him. And about ten seconds later, he finally responded. "I... really... don't... know what to say Mom," he replied, in complete disillusionment, as he stared at the dining room table while slowly shaking his head in shame.

"That's understandable," she said, and was trying to be the composed person in this awkward conversation. But in reality, the topic was far from easy for her as well. "Sweetie, look. I'm not saying this because I'm angry with you, or because I want to embarrass you, or for any other spiteful reason like that. I merely bring this up because I love you with all my heart. And I would like to take this opportunity to show you that I would do absolutely anything to make you happy."

After a few moments of chewing over what she had just disclosed, he lifted his head and spoke. "What do you mean by... you want to 'make me happy'?" he asked in a cautious approach.

"That's just it," his mother replied. "I'm willing to allow you to... ejaculate on my face."

Now even though that was the third time she said it, Dylan, right then, became as confused as he had ever been. But that's mainly because he was way too mortified to process any of the other sentences she conveyed, after she said: "You want to ejaculate on my face."

But after hearing her last sentence, he looked at her with an expression that would indicate that someone had kidnapped his mom and replaced her with some sort of weird clone. "Why... are you saying this, Mom?" he asked, with concern in his tone.

"Because, sweetie..." she placed her hand on his. "I wanna make you happy," Karen reiterated, and felt her eyes start to well up. "Just come into my room later on. At eleven o'clock to be exact. I'll perform oral-sex on you and allow you to ejaculate on my face. Alright?" she concluded with a nod, and then without receiving an answer, she quickly got to her feet and left the dining room to head for her bedroom.

Dylan remained seated for a little while, as he mulled over everything he had just heard. From what he could understand out of the bizarre conversation they engaged in, his mother had just told him that she wanted to give him a blowie at eleven. And then after that, she would allow him to cum on her face, which was utterly shocking to say the very least.

Now given that this was far outside her character, he couldn't help but to try and figure out why she would want to do such an outlandish thing with him. Karen was a decent and respectable person, who unlike him, would never in a billion years engage in incest. Or so he thought. He also knew that she must have heard him during one, if not then more, of the many audible masturbation sessions he had as he used her name.

I mean after all, he does tend to get a little carried with it, when the volume level playing through his headsets is at its highest. "That's gotta be it," he whispered.

Yes, that was the only reasonable explanation for it, because he certainly did not tell anyone, not even his closest friends, that he wants to "ejaculate" on her face. That's also the reason for why he rested his protest after she said: "I've heard you say it with my own ears."

At the end of his musing on the whole situation, he accepted the sketchy answer his mother fed him, of: "Because I wanna make you happy." In truth, that answer actually seemed plausible, because she had done that for him throughout the twenty year span of his fatherless existence. He then stood up from his seat and cleared the rest of the table.

Subsequently, he fed his two dogs, took out the trash and then entered the kitchen to wash the dishes. However, two important and unanswered questions did linger over his mind as he went about doing his chores: Would he really go through with having sex with his own mother? And even if he did, would he cum on her face? I mean let's be real, it was one thing to fantasise about it, but doing it in real life is a whole new ball game, and that fixture seemed to terrify him.

At a few minutes to eleven, Karen was standing inside her bathroom, brushing her beautiful golden-brownish hair, as she monitored her strokes by staring at her reflection in the large mirror on the wall. Once she was done, she placed her brush on the counter, and picked up her cell phone to check the time. She then untied the white bathrobe she was wearing and let it fall to the tiled bathroom floor.

That was an action that left her in nothing but a lacy, dark red bra and a skimpy thong that matched in colour and tantalizing fabric. Now half naked, she placed her hands on the countertop and leaned forward to take a good hard look at her reflection in the mirror. "I can't believe you're really about to do this you shady bitch," she gritted her teeth, as she felt absolutely furious with herself.

After that brief moment of self-criticism, she picked up her phone, switched off the light and then exited her bathroom to enter her bedroom. She walked over to her dresser, placed her I-pone down next to her open laptop, needlessly fixed her hair, and then walked over to her bed, with her cell phone in hand, to have a lie down. "Eleven o'clock. Where is he?" she anxiously thought aloud, as she checked the time on her phone again.

Fifteen long more minutes past without Dylan's arrival. At that point, Karen assumed that her son had either chickened-out, or that he had long gotten over the fantasy of wanting to have sex with her. As a result, she cursed herself out for potentially destroying her relationship with him. She also decided that she would throw on some nightwear, go to sleep, and deliver a heartfelt apology to him in the morning.

But just as she made a move to dismount her bed, she heard a knock on her door, which naturally made her stay put. She quickly placed her right leg over her left, and her torso on the foundation of her left forearm, in an attempt to pull off a sexy, model like pose, which she did indeed pull off, if I may add. "It's open," she responded calmly, but if you had x-ray vision, you would be able to perceive her briskly beating heart.

Dylan slowly pushed the bedroom door open, and consequently, stumbled onto the jaw-dropping sight of his mother's stunning half naked body, as it laid spread out across her bed. For the sole purpose of not wanting to openly gawk at her virtually nude presence, he promptly averted his eyes. "Don't be shy," she rolled onto her stomach. "Come and sit right here," Karen circled her hand next to the edge of her bed.

Mentally noting her gesture, he nervously entered her room, like a deer that could sense it was being stalked by a predator. Now as you know, in that time period before he knocked on her door, he felt very uneasy about having an actual sexual encounter with his mother, which is unsurprisingly the reason for why he arrived so late.

But wanting to have sex with his mom is a humiliating desire he received not too long after his adolescent and aggressive hormones kick in. And now he was apparently being given permission to do so. He simply could not turn that down. Therefore, that overwhelming aspiration prevailed over his reluctance. So once he reached her bed, he sat where she suggested.

"So are you ready to do this?" she asked him, raising her nicely sculpted eyebrows. To which he answered by providing her with a simple nod. In return, Karen hopped off of her bed and stood beside her dresser, where she beckoned him by slightly swaying her head to the side. Once he got that signal, he got to his feet and stood in front of her, where he took the opportunity to gaze into her gorgeous, vividly green eyes.

Gazing back into his eyes, which were brown in colour, Karen discharged a sigh and then moved her arms to place her hands behind her back. She unhooked her sexy dark red bra and let the silky piece slide down the ivory skin of her smooth arms, before it fell to the carpeted floor beneath them. That move forced him to shift his focus from her face, so as to lock it onto the breathtaking sight of her exposed melons.

Here's a description of how they looked. The rough circles of his mother's areolas were rose-pinkish in colour and were equivalent to the size of a teacup's circumference. In addition, her rose-pinkish nipples were slightly over the average in size and physically erect. But so as to avoid misleading you, their tautness did not come from arousal. They were erect merely because of the chilly temperature of the room.

What's more, her heavy set stopped their descent just after they reached the top quarter of her levelled abdominal section, which was quite impressive, given that they were moderately large in size, that they were her natural set, and that she was at the ripe old age of forty-four. Dylan felt his cock twitch a few times in his dark blue, South Park themed boxer shorts, before it grew into a firm branch, as he helplessly drooled over her glorious rack.

Under his awestricken spell, he raised his arms and placidly cupped the shapely pair in his palms, to lift, squeeze and fondle with her twins for a little while. He then slowly moved his face in and pressed it in between the soft cleft of her chest, where he slowly shifted his face from side to side, and quickly got lost in enjoying the silky soft feeling of radiant skin, that was provided by her ample tits.

"Having fun?" she asked, as she let out a nervous giggle.

Hearing that, he withdrew his face and became flushed, as he realised that he got caught up in the moment. "Sorry about that," he replied with rosy cheeks.

"It's okay," she whispered, together with a subtle nod.

He then raised his right hand, to place it under her chin, and attempted to draw her lips in closer to his. But she pulled her face away in response. "No kissing," she shook her head subtly.

Naturally, her reaction made him coil his face, as he pondered "why not?" But he didn't say that though.

"Just take off your shorts," she went on. "I'll perform oral-sex on you... and then you'll ejaculate on my face. Isn't that what you want?" Karen asked him as she raised her eyebrows. And before he could reply, she got down on her knees and positioned her face only a few inches away from his upright and concealed hard-on.

Before Dylan did anything else, he looked downwards and noticed the dejected look on the face of his mother. Her despondent facial expression made him contemplate on whether or not he should go through with this. But before he could come up with a verdict for that pending forethought, he felt the fingernails of a now impatient Karen, digging into his shorts, which she suddenly pulled down, and at the same time, freed his raging boner.

"I guess I'm really about to do this," he said in thought, his heart now pounding with excitement, as he stepped out of his South Park themed boxers.

Once he kicked away his shorts and removed the black top of the college he attended, Karen raised her chin and took a moment to look into the eyes of her handsome, twenty year old son. She knew that crossing this line would forever change the dimension of her relationship with him, and in a way she really did not take a liking to. The thought of that basically made her want to back out.

But telling herself that she had already come this far, and that this was something she needed to do, she broke eye contact with him and locked her attention onto the sight of his stretched cock. While biting her lower lip in anxiety, her next move was to slowly raise and securely wrap her right hand around the base of his member, which made it twitch in response to feeling the tender touch that was given off by her soft palm.

With her heart now lunged into her throat, she slowly moved her face forward, opening her mouth as she did, and as the pre-cum dripping tip of his manhood came into contact with the tepid and moist cushion of her tongue, she placidly clamped her mouth around his crown, which extracted a hushed moan from her son in return.

With the head of his manhood now inserted into her oral passage, she recollected on the pointers her best friend Vivian gave her, on 'how to give a great blow-job'. That recall made her want to roll her green eyes upwards, so she could make eye contact with him. But she simply could not bring herself to do so, because of the overwhelming amount of shame she felt at that moment.

But despite the sick feeling she had in the pit of her stomach, she commenced on sliding her candy pink coloured lips down his rigid shaft, making him open his mouth and close his eyes in reaction to slowly being swallowed, until she reached the half way mark of his manhood. She then slowly pulled her head back up his shaft, removed her right hand from his base, and placed it under his sack, to gently cup and massage his testicles.

Once the inner walls of her rising lips touched the crux of his crown, she made her way back down his shaft once more. "Ah... Mom," he moaned softly and placed his hand on the side of her face, to get her hair out of this magical moment's way. She gradually picked up pace as she continued to work her way up and down the cock of her son, while tenderly massaging his moderately hairy sack at the same time.

However, the longer she continued to gratify him, the more his cock twitched and the louder his moaning became, which worried Karen, because she thought that he might just erupt inside her mouth. That fret made her place her inactive left hand around the base of his shaft, as she pulled her head back and popped his manhood from her mouth.




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With a suspended string of pre-cum now linking the bottom of her lip to his tilt, she raised her chin to make eye contact. "Don't cum in my mouth," she implored, still massaging his balls with her right hand, and then opened her maw, bobbed her head down his cock and popped him out of her oral-canal once more. "On my face, sweetie," she added as she raised her eyebrows, and then took his member into her mouth again.

As his mother continued to work her way up and down his post, while making increasingly noisy, moist and mushy sounds as she did, Dylan inevitably reached his boiling point. He had been fighting his orgasm off ever since she first locked her lips around his crown, because he didn't know if this was going to be a once off thing or not. Similarly, he didn't want the incredible experience to ever come to an end.

But the physically stimulating sounds her salvia overflowing mouth was making were absolutely too much for him to handle. "Mom..." he groaned, "I'm about to cum."

In response, she quickly popped him from her mouth and then tilted her head back. "Do it," she gritted her teeth. "Ejaculate on your mother's face," she added with fire in her eyes.

That was all he needed to hear. With the use of his right hand, he promptly took a hold of his slobber coated cock, and given that her words excited him, his other hand snatched a strong handful of her hair. The abruptness of that impulsive action naturally made her flinch as she let out a faint cry.

As his testicles tightened, and as his cock began to violently pulsate, his first thick rope of hot cum rocketed out of his hoes and hit her dead square in the face, breaking into little miniature ropes of jizz on impact. His second stream of mayo plastered her partially opened lips, seeped through them and settled on her teeth. "Do you like the feeling of my cum on your face, Mom?" he grunted, as he recollected on his countless fantasises about this particular moment.

Those words were followed by more gut-retching dirty-talk that featured the word "Mom," as he continued to mark his brand new spot of territory, by spraying her with numerous amounts of wild jizz spurts, of which landed in her hair, on her forehead, cheeks, chin, eyelids, chest, neck and everything in between. Oddly enough, one of the squirts even managed to work its way up her left nostril.

After his last squirt, which dropped on her cheek, he released her hair and commenced on huffing and wheezing in an attempt to recover from experiencing his rampant ejaculation. With her son's spunk now sliding down her face, Karen felt as dirty as ever! Also feeling her eyes starting to well up, she quickly got to her feet and speeded off for her bathroom, leaving her contented son behind her as she suddenly departed.

Once inside, she flicked the light switch and shut the door, and as she hastily approached her bathroom's sink, the imminent tears dwelling within her eyes started to flood down her face. She hurriedly turned the taps of the sink on, quickly picked up her bar of soap, and then started on manically washing the semen off of her coated face.

"I can't believe I just did that," she splashed water onto her face. Karen hysterically reiterated that phrase over and over again, as she continued to sob and cleanse herself. But a few moments later, the knock she heard on her bathroom's door brought her bellyaching to an abrupt halt.

"Mom!" cried Dylan, with clear concern in his tone. "Are you okay in there?"

"I'm fine sweetie!" she cried back, trying to make her own tone sound convincing. "Just go to your room. I'll be there after I finish in here."

"Are you sure you don't want me to..."

"I said I'm fine! Now just go!" she snapped at him.

On the note of that testy bark, he backed away from the door, picked up his black top and placed it over his head and shoulders. He then exited her bedroom and walked down the hallway to enter his room. Thereafter, he lied down on his bed, placed his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling as he started to deliberate on everything that had happened in the past few minutes.

Now as he was doing so, he felt a strange combination of bitter-sweet emotions. On one hand, he felt unbelievably contented, because he had just lived out one of the many fantasises he had about his super hot, MILF of a mom. However on the other hand, he felt like utter shit, because he also saw and heard how she reacted to it all. The last thing Dylan wanted to do, in any shape or form, was hurt his mother, and thinking that he just did, churned his stomach.

"What the fuck just happened?" he muttered, completely bemused with the fresh sequence of events. A little over twenty minutes later, and as he continued to reflect, he heard a gentle knock on his door, which was already open. "Come in, Mom," he sat up and balanced himself against his headboard, as she walked in.

Now wearing her white bathrobe, Karen sat down on the edge of his bed. And instead of facing him, she gazed off in the direction of his untidy desk. "I suppose you want to know why I got so upset," she said, in a dejected manner.

"Well..." he lifted his hands off his lap for a second. "Yeah!" he added sarcastically. "I thought you wanted us to... do... what we just did."

"I did," she replied, as she turned her body to face him. "It's just that... that was a bit more difficult than I thought it would be," she shifted her body to move closer to him.

"Mom, look," he said firmly. "I'm really sorry if all of this was some kind of test you set up, which I failed miserably. I would never intentionally do anything... that I knew... would hurt you," he sighed. "I guess what I'm trying to say is; if I knew you were gonna react the way you did, I would have never..."

"Sweetie, please..." she interrupted him. "And I cannot stress that word enough, please, please do not beat yourself up about my little meltdown. It had absolutely nothing to do with you hurting me, and I can guarantee you that there was absolutely no test."

"Then what was all the crying about?" he asked with understandable concern.

Karen let out a sigh and looked downwards to think about his question for a few seconds. "I really don't have a good answer for you, sweetie," she replied, making eye contact with him again. "But I can promise you this... I'm okay," she added, leaning forward, and emphasised those last two words.

"Are you sure?" he asked, as he tilted his head to the side.

"Absolutely," she replied with a convincing nod, which made him believe that she really was 'okay'. "Enough about that now," she continued. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" Karen asked with a subtle smile.

He wasn't expecting her to ask him such a question, so he answered her truthfully. "Yeah," Dylan replied with a bashful smile of his own, dropping his head, as his face became rosy.

"Aw, you're so adorable when you blush," she said smiling, as she placed her index finger under his chin, to lift it and show his face. "Dylan..." she proceeded, placing her hands onto her lap. "You might find my next question a bit strange, but... Are you up for doing it again tomorrow night?"

He felt like leaping off his bed in order to do back-flips around his room as a result of hearing that unexpected question. But you wouldn't know that if you were looking at him, because out of concern for his mother, he wore a very serious expression on his face. "Mom, I'm really not that comfortable with... doing what we just did again, after I saw how you reacted to it all."

"Thank you, sweetie," she replied, placing her hand on his thigh. "I really appreciate how much you care about protecting me... you've always had that trait. But, I'm a grown woman. And you might not believe this, but I can take care of myself."

"I know that Mom, it's just..."

"Wait, let me finish," she raised her hand. "And if you're worried about me breaking down again, I can promise you this; it will not happen. Fair enough?" she concluded.

"Yea," he nodded. "But here's another thing. I also feel kind of selfish. Don't you want me to like... you know... go down on you or something?" Dylan shrugged. The turn of phrase confused her, and he could see that, so he gave her a hint by looking at her pelvic area for a quick second.

"Oh..." her eyes widened, as she now knew what he was trying to convey. "Good heavens, no!" she said, in a slightly dramatic fashion.

"Mom, come on. You don't have a boyfriend or anyone in your life right now. And I'm a grown up now. So I know that..." he said, now using his hands to talk. "Women need... to have their.... needs... met to," he concluded, and made her burst out with laughter.

"Don't worry about my 'needs' Dylan," she replied, wiping the joyful tears from her eyes, once she composed herself. "All of this is about me... making you happy."

"Yea, but, Mom..."

"No buts," she quickly cut him off. "Now, as fun as this conversation is getting, I really need to get to bed. I've got work tomorrow," she added as she got to her feet.

"Yeah, it is pretty late," he said, and then reached for his bed stand to pick up his phone. "Five past twelve, to be precise."

"Do you wanna come with me tomorrow to visit your sick uncle?" she asked him, on her way to his door.

"Ah. Well... me and Justin aren't going to the gym tomorrow, so... sure."

"Justin and I," she corrected him, as if he were one of her students, now standing in his doorway. "I'll pick you up from school at three."

"Goodnight, Mom."

"Goodnight, sweetie," Karen replied and then turned to leave.

"Oh yea, before I go," she turned back. "Dylan. Absolutely no more masturbating," his mother added firmly. "That's the part of our new arrangement that you need to uphold. And I'll take care of you every night... starting today," she shrugged.

Once he merrily gave his verbal agreement to that peculiar stipulation, she blew him a kiss, said "goodnight" once more, and then exited his bedroom to head for her own.

The very next night, Karen was back inside her bathroom, fixing herself up for their next encounter. Now unlike the night before, she was dressed in a white blouse, a grey pair of formal trousers, and had a black pair of heels on. In addition, she also had on her watch, a gold chain, and a set of hooped earrings. This appropriate type of outfit was the kind she would wear when she would go to work.

In fact, that's what she was wearing earlier that day, as she taught her class of fourth graders. She did change into a more comfortable attire when she arrived back home, but for some reason, she changed back into the clothes she wore to work. She unbuttoned and removed her white blouse, and then unhooked and removed her white bra.

Subsequently to that, she placed her shirt back over her shoulders, but, she didn't button it up again, she simply left it open like that. Karen then picked up her I-phone and noted that it was four minutes to eleven. She then took a brief moment to prepare for their up and coming session, by staring at her reflection in the mirror. "No crying tonight, girl," she implored herself as she exhaled.

She then switched off the bathroom's light and entered her bedroom. From there, she placed her phone down on her dresser, and then walked over to her bed, where she took a seat on the edge of it and waited for her son to arrive. And about two minutes later, he announced his arrival by knocking on her door.

"Come in," she replied, and with that, he pushed the door open. As he walked in, she got to her feet and stood by her dresser, where she beckoned him with the use of her right index finger.

"Why do you want to do this at eleven again?" he asked with interest, now standing in front of her.

"Oh... I just prefer to do it at this time," she shrugged. "It's one of the... few quirky traits you didn't know I had."

"Alright," he replied, raising his shoulders up by a smidge. He then brought his hands up and placed them on the sides of her face as he moved his own face in for the all elusive kiss. But just like the night before, she rejected his attempt.

"No..." she said, pulling his hands down. "No kissing."

"Why not?" he asked out loud this time.

"Do you want us to do this or not?" she replied with a dead serious expression on her face.

Dylan could very much sense that his mother was being extremely weird about all of this. She would suck his dick and allow him to cum on her face, but she wouldn't allow him to kiss her. What the fuck? However, he wasn't about to pass up on the opportunity to receive sexual favours like blow-jobs and cum-shots, a combined act that most guys wives or girlfriends would never in a million years consent to, just because she preferred not to kiss him. Fuck no. He could live with that.

Although, he did let out an exasperated sigh before he replied. "I do," he said, disappointed with how easily he caved in.

So as to reward his submission, Karen parted her white blouse, which of course, revealed her heavy set. She then let the piece slide down the smooth skin of her back and arms, before it fell to the carpeted floor beneath them. His cock quickly cultivated into a rock hard state, as he took in the jaw-dropping sight of his sexy-ass topless mom. She was now left wearing only her jewellery, formal grey trousers and black heels.

She took the opportunity to remove her footwear, as he simultaneously pushed down his khaki pyjama bottoms and his Superman themed underwear. Accordingly, she got down on her knees. With his rigid manhood now only a few inches away from her face, and as she recollected on the many BJ tips Vivian gave her earlier that day, she lifted her right hand, and then spat into her palm a several amount of times.

She then placidly locked her hand around the centre of his wood, opened her mouth and moved her face in. Tilting her head to the left, she placed the topside of her tongue under the lean of his crown. Slowly, she then commenced on sliding her tongue down the underside of his shaft, and simultaneously started jerking him with her saliva drenched right hand.

"Ah," he moaned softly, as he closed his eyes and took it all in. Once her tongue passed the crux of his manhood and made contact with his sack, she took a testicle in her mouth and began on massaging it with her oral-canal. This was an action that made him moan and praise her a little louder in response. "Uh... Mom," he whispered, and gently placed his right hand on her cranium.

As she continued to stroke his cock with her right hand and massage his nut with her tongue, she took his second testicle in her mouth and started giving it the same tender loving treatment as she gave the other. And after a little while of doing this, Karen slipped his gonads out from the warm confides of her moist mouth, but replaced it with her inactive left hand, which began massaging them on contact.

Her tongue then slowly made its way back up the underside of his shaft, and once she reached its tilt, she pulled her head off and spat out three gooey gobs of salvia mixed with pre-cum, of which landed on his wood as her right hand continued to stroke him.

She then leaned forward a bit, to take his crown in her mouth, and commenced on swiftly bobbing her head up and down the top quarter of his rigid member, while her right hand worked its way up and down the rest of his shaft, whereas her left hand continued to massage his jizz containers.

"Oh my fuck," he emphasised the phrase with his eyes shut, as he tilted his head back from being in utter ecstasy.

Hearing that, Karen pulled her head back and popped him out from her jaws. "Dylan, don't swear," she said with a frown, her motherly instincts now kicking in, despite the contradictive fact of her doing something extremely un-motherly.

"I can't help it..." he exhaled loudly. "You're so good at this."

Realising that he merely cussed on impulse, and that she was being silly, she brushed off the profanity and placed his saliva encrusted crown inside her mouth again. After a few more swift bobs of head, she widened her jaws, removed her right hand from his shaft, her left hand from his sack, and placed them on his hips. She then began on slowly shoving her head downwards.

Inch by inch, centimetre by centimetre, she gradually took him into her oral-passage, as if she was chugging down a large pint of beer, making him moan and groan louder and louder the lower she got, up until her forehead finally made contact with his taut abdominal muscles and her bottom lip made contact with his sack.

"Holy shit," he whispered loudly, falling into knee wobbling ecstasy as he took in the magical experience of the first girl who ever managed to get the entire length of his cock inside her mouth. What a majestic moment this was for Dylan.

With her son's cock now virtually inside her throat, her gag reflexes kicked in and she felt the burning sensation of wanting to throw up. Hence, she quickly pulled her head back up and ejected his manhood from her throat. She shook her head, took a deep breath and exhaled before she slowly made her way back down his cock.

As if she was chugging down a second large pint of beer, she slowly swallowed his member, up until her forehead made contact with his abs again. And as she felt herself gagging once more, which made her want to pull back up, she also remembered the tips that Vivian gave her on 'what to do' if such an instance should come up. So she remained calm and in place, and carefully breathed through her nose.

However, and after a few more moments of thoroughly deep-throating him, a wayward idea crept into her mind. As a result, she pulled her head back and popped him out of her mouth to make eye contact. "Sweetie," she said with mischief in her eyes, as she placed her hands on the sides of her heavy set. "Hump my boobs," Karen added, lifting them up a bit as she offered him her tits.

"Okay," he nodded eagerly, and then placed his hands on the backs of hers. He then bent his knees, arched the small of his back, and positioned his tip so that it perched underneath and in between her milk-makers. As he raised his hips, his saliva and pre-cum encrusted member pierced through the minuscule gap that separated her tits. And as it did so, he pressed both of their hands in a little harder, which produced a little more silky soft friction for him.

Once the crown of his cock emerged from the crest of her, abundant in natural tissues, set of breasts, he dropped his hips and started the entire stimulating motion all over again. In addition, Dylan gradually picked up the pace as he sawed his manhood up and down the supple cleft that was created by her melons.

"Yes, cum for mommy," she purred repeatedly, looking downwards, as she watched her son's tilt emerge and submerge, from and into her cleavage.

With sweat now running down his face and with his orgasm furiously approaching, Dylan frantically started fucking her chest. His balls contracted, his cock started throbbing, and as Karen opened her mouth to say "cum for mommy," he vigorously trusted his hips upwards and let out a hoarse grunt, as his first thick rope of jizz launched out from his hoes and flew directly into her mouth. It was almost as if he had timed the times she opened her lips to speak.

As soon as his bitter spunk entered her oral-canal, she lifted her head, and then his second rope shot out and splashed under her chin. His violently pulsating cock continued to pump out copious amounts of warm and thick male-mayonnaise, of which landed on her neckline, on her upper chest, and of course, on her busty set of twins.

After swallowing the gob of jizz that was still sitting inside the nest of her mouth, the chuck that was still dangling on her chin, dripped off and landed on her right tit. That thick drop of cum fused with some other spunk that was already resting on her breast, and then that new fused batch of jizz slid past her rose-pinkish areola before it landed on her grey trousers.