The Crazy Things We Do For Family
A mother's curiosity produces a lifesaving outlet.
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.
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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.
She was let into the house by a Mrs Victoria Chambers, Karen's attractive, long black haired, twenty-nine year old sister-in-law, 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-in-law 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-in-law 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.
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.
"Don't you dare cry," she quickly reminded herself in thought for precaution. She then titled her head back to speak. "Are you good?" Karen asked him with complete composer.
"Yea," he exhaled loudly, now panting, with sweat running down his face.
"Good," she said as she got to her feet. "Now pull up your pants, go wash your face, and brush your teeth before you go to sleep."
"Cool," he pulled up his underwear and pyjama bottoms. "But before I do that..." he added. "Are you sure you don't want me to go down on you?"
"Dylan." Karen replied with a pinch of anger in her tone as she glared at him.
"Okay. Okay," he said with his hands in the air. "I'm going. I just thought I should offer, that's all," he added as he made his way to the exit of her bedroom. "Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, Dylan."
Subsequently to her son closing the door behind him, she swiftly headed off for her bathroom. After flicking its light switch, she commenced on quickly removing her jewellery, her jizz stained trousers, and then the white underwear the clung to her behind. Now completely nude, she walked over to the cubical of her shower, pulled its glass door open and stepped inside.
She then turned the taps on to run an adjusted combination of both hot and cold water, and then picked up her soap and scrubber, to commence on washing the drying semen off of her body. What's more, she took advantage of the loud crashing sounds of water as she started to sob. "This is so fucking sick," she cried in thought, as she continued to thoroughly scrub herself.
Once she was clean, Karen sat down in the corner of the fairly large cubical, and with her arms around her knees, she took a few more moments to cry in silence, as the water continued to crash onto the floor and wall of the cubical. About ten minutes later, after she was all cried out, she got to her feet, turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. She then grabbed a towel, dried her hair and body, and brushed her teeth.
On completion of that, she switched off her bathroom's light and entered her bedroom. From there, Karen stepped into a pair of panties, a nightie and then switched off her bedroom's light. With only the glowing light of her laptop's screen left to illuminate her bedroom, her last move was to crawl under her covers, as she, with great difficulty, drifted into sleep.
Over the course of the next four months, every night, Karen would get down on her knees to orally gratify her son. But that's about as far as it would go. They never did anything outside of blow-jobs, cum-facials, hand-jobs, or boob-sex... if that's the name for it. In addition to her nightly routine with her son, every time after she would make him cum, she would send him on his way, step into her bathroom and then sobbed as she cleansed herself. Although, her crying did become a lot less frequent after the first few weeks of pleasuring him. THE LANDING
After a long, tiresome day of teaching restless children and substituting for the absent aftercare teacher after that, Karen arrived back home, at roughly ten past five, with a very apprehensive look on her face. She parked her car into the garage, stepped out of her vehicle and took a few strides to approach the boot of her Polo. She popped the trunk, pulled out a somewhat large black bag and then entered her house.
Passing the laundry, the kitchen, the living room and the dining room with her handbag over her left shoulder and the large black in her right hand, she headed upstairs and stopped at her son's bedroom door. After placing the black bag down, she lifted her right hand, took a deep breath and exhaled before she knocked.
"Come in," Dylan's voice responded.
Accordingly, she pushed the door open and stuck her upper body inside the room, "Hey, sweetie."
"Hi, Mom," he replied, sitting at his desk, with his laptop and a Network+ textbook open.
"Are you busy?" she enquired, moving a little further into his room.
"Um... as you can see, I'm studying right now," he said, placing his arm over the back of his chair. "And then after I'm done, I'm planning on going to the gym with Justin."
"I only need a few minutes of your time," she implored. "It's really important."
"Alright..." Dylan became intrigued. "I'll be with you after I finish this unit."
"Thank you, sweetie," she replied. "I'll be waiting for you in the living room."
"Cool," he turned his body to focus on his book again.
Once she closed the door behind her, she picked up her bag, walked down the hallway and entered her bedroom. From there, she placed the large black bag by her cupboards, her handbag on her bed, and then removed her blazer. She then went back downstairs and entered the kitchen. Thereafter, she poured water into the kettle, turned it on, and gathered all the equipment and ingredients it takes to make a cup of coffee.
After pouring the hot water inside her mug and stirring it, she placed everything back where it belonged. Subsequently, she entered her living room and took a seat on her couch, where she sipped on her creamy cup of coffee as she waited for the arrival of her son. And a little while later, she heard his husky voice.
"You wanted to speak to me about something important?" he asked as he walked into the living. He was now dressed in a black hoodie, a black tank top, grey sweatpants, white running shoes and had a gym bag over his shoulder.
"Yes," she emphasised the word, as she placed her mug on her coffee table.
"Okay," he removed his bag to place it on the ground and then sat down next her. "Shoot."
Before Karen replied, she took a brief moment to gaze into the eyes of her son, with sorrow residing in her own, and then let out a sigh. "Before I tell you what I called you down here for... you need to promise me something first."
"And what would that be?" his face coiled.
"No matter what I tell you..." she said, her eyes now becoming watery. "You have to promise me that you won't get mad at me."
As a result of hearing that and noticing her shaky demeanour, he became very reluctant in making her that promise. "Just tell me what's going on."
"Promise me!" she demanded, slapping the couch as a tear ran down her cheek.
"Okay. Okay... I promise I won't get mad at you," he assured her.
"You promise?" she sniffled and wiped her face.
"Scout's honour," he replied, even though he had absolutely no former affiliation to a cub's troop, but that's not important. "Now tell me what's wrong."
"Just remember, you promised me," she said with a sniff.
"I know," he nodded.
"Okay... Here it is." Karen took a deep breath. "Do you remember that night after dinner, about four months ago, when I first said I wanted to perform oral-sex on you?"
"Yeah," he shrugged.
"And then you asked me: Why are you saying this Mom?"
"Mm-hmm," he nodded.
"And then I said: Because I want to make you happy?"
"Yeah."
"Well..." she said and then sighed. "That wasn't the entire truth." FOUR MONTHS EARLIER: THE RUN UP
During the school children's second lunch break, Karen was inside the domain of her classroom, and was grading her fourth grader's mathematics papers. As she placed a red inked tick next to the correct answer of forty-five, on Katie Anderson's paper, she heard the vibrating sound of her buzzing cell phone, rattling inside her red handbag, which was sitting near the edge of her large desk.
Consequently, she placed her pen down, pulled her handbag in and reached inside it to withdraw her I-phone. Before Karen answered it, she checked the caller's ID and noticed her sister-in-law's name on the screen. "Hey, Vicky," she said as she removed her reading glasses, and after a couple of fast sentences from Victoria, her face went pale.
"Whoa, Victoria, slow down. What do you mean Carl's had a heart attack?" she asked as shock painted her face and concern filled her heart. "Oh my word..." she whispered. "Yea... Okay... Okay..." she said standing up. "Okay. Thanks for letting me know Victoria. I'll meet you there. And please... keep me posted," Karen replied and then hung up.
After spacing off for a moment, by gazing at the back wall of her classroom with her hand over her mouth, she stuffed her phone inside her handbag and quickly placed her reading glasses inside their casing to place them inside the handbag as well. She then quickly grabbed the keys of her classroom and promptly headed for the exit. "Shit," she blurted, now closing and locking the door, as she suddenly remembered she was still at work.
On arrival at the school's main office, she spoke with the receptionist on duty, who informed her on Mrs Paxton's whereabouts. Subsequently to that, Karen walked down the hallway of the main office, and after a "you may enter" response, she pushed the principal's door open and entered her ground floor, corner office. She then sat down on one of the two chairs that were placed on the opposite side of Margo's desk.
"Yes. How can I help you, Karen?" asked Margo Paxton, in a cheerful mood as always, after she placed her pen down.
"Well, I'm here because I need someone to take care of my kids for the rest of the day," Karen requested.
"Why for?" the elderly woman asked, as she adjusted her glasses.
"A family crisis has come up," she replied. "My brother's in the hospital. He just had a heart attack..."
"Oh dear."
"Yes. And I need to make sure his okay."
"Oh I see..." she said and then opened one of the drawers of her desk, to pull out an A4 sized piece of paper, which she browsed through for a moment. "Well, seeing as I will be unable to find a substitute for you on such short notice; I'll step in and take care of your class for the rest of the day."
"Thank you so much, Mrs Paxton," she said as she stood up. "You have absolutely no idea how much I appreciate this."
"No worries, my dear. If one of my family members were in need of my attention, I'm sure you'd do the same."
"Of course," she replied, making her way to the exit. "Again," Karen added as she opened the door. "Thank you, Mrs Paxton."
"Please dear, call me Margo."
After closing the door behind her, she swiftly walked through the slightly large area of the school's main office, and ignored a sarcastic "where's the fire?" question, from one of her male colleagues, as she made her exit. She then entered the parking lot, stepped into her car and drove out of Winchester area, up until she arrived at Brentview's hospital.
Once inside the hospital, she spoke with one of the two ladies at the front desk, who informed her on where she could locate her brother. She then stepped into an elevator and found her sister-in-law in the waiting section of the floor Carl was on. Karen greeted her with a hug.
"What did the doctors say?" asked Karen, as they both sat down in their respective seats.
"I haven't spoken to one yet," replied Victoria, looking very tense. "I can't lose him, Karen. What would happen to me and Karina?"
"I know, honey," she said, in a sympathetic manner, as she placed her hand on Victoria's. "Just relax. I'm sure he'll be just fine."
"I hope you're right," she exhaled in grief.
"I know I'm right," she replied, appearing to be quite optimistic, but that was just a front she put up for her sister-in-law. "Hold on. I'll be back in a sec." Karen added, stood up and left.
A few moments later, she returned from a vending machine, with two cans of Coke-Light in hand. She retook her seat, handed Victoria her drink and then they continued to chat about the situation at hand, as they anxiously waited for more information on what happened to Carl.
A little over twenty minutes later, they were finally approached by a middle-aged, slightly chubby, Indian lady, who had short hair, wore glasses and was dressed in green scrubs. "Hi. You must be Mrs Victoria Chambers," said the doctor, checking the clipboard in her hand.
"Yes. And this is Karen Chambers. My sister-in-law," Victoria replied, as they both got to their feet.
"Oh okay. I'm Doctor Priya Dhoni. I'm sorry it took so long for somebody to give you an update," she said as she shook their hands.
"How's he doing doctor?" asked Karen.
"His conscious and resting right now," she replied, and relieved them of their tension. "Although, something has come up," the doctor added, and at the same time, killed their brief moment of relief. "We're still running a few more tests on him, to be one-hundred percent sure about it, but it seems like your brother... I believe?"
"Yes."
"It seems like he has a coronary artery disease," she said as she paged through her clipboard.
"What's that?" asked Victoria.
"It's a heart disease. To put it plainly," replied Doctor Dhoni.
"Oh no," Victoria whispered.
"It's a relatively common one," the doctor continued. "That's caused by plaque building up in the inner walls of the artery, which in turn, cuts off the blood supply to the heart."
"Oh my gosh..." Victoria placed her hands over her mouth. "That sounds serious," she added, in a fairly dramatic kind of way, as she turned her head to face Karen.
"If the rest of our tests confirm that he does indeed have a disease of the..." she flipped a page. "Left main artery, then yes, it is serious."
"Could you elaborate?" Karen requested.
"Well... he'll need to undergo surgery, coronary artery bypass surgery to be more specific... to reduce the chances of him dying from the disease."
Karen's heart felt like it dropped into her stomach after hearing that. "What do you mean by, 'reduce'?"
"Yes, well... there's still a likelihood of him dying from the disease years later, regardless of the surgery. But technology has come a really long way, and with a healthy diet and a lot of exercise, he can only improve his chances. Is there a history of heart disease in your family, Miss Chambers?"
Karen paused to think about the question for a moment. "You know, now that you mention it, my grandfather died from a heart attack. And I believe one of my uncles died from a coronary disease."
"Ah. That would explain your brother's heart condition," Doctor Dhoni replied. "You see, diseases like this are normally passed down through genetics. You should get your heart tested as well... just in case."
"Will do," she dejectedly replied, now very distressed, as she feared her younger brother would suffer the same fate as her uncle and grandfather.
"Alright... I'll let you two know when you can come in and see him," she concluded and left after they thanked her.
Feeling stressed out about her brother's potential predicament, Karen felt like someone had placed a curse on her. It was bad enough she had lost both her mother and father at the tender age of thirteen, and her beloved grandmother not so long ago, and now she was facing the possibility of losing her only sibling. If he were to die, the only close and connected by blood family members she would have left would be Dylan and Karina.
"Why does this keep happening?" she enquired in thought with vexation. Karen then left the waiting section to head for the ladies room. On her return, and after enduring about fifteen more minutes of downhearted waiting with her sister-in-law, Doctor Dhoni returned and told them they could go in and see Carl.
"Before you go inside Miss and Mrs Chambers," said the doctor. "I first need to tell you about our findings."
"Okay..." Karen folded her arms and looked to the floor. "Let's hear it." Somehow, she knew what was coming.
"Sadly, your husband... and brother, does have a coronary disease."
"So he basically needs surgery, right?" asked Victoria.
"Yes. Or at least I recommend it," she replied. "But here's the problem with that. The surgeons who perform these types of surgeries, well, they can..."
"Hung on," Karen interrupted her, "These types of surgeries?"
"In this case, open heart surgery."
"Oh."
"Yes, well, they can be a little pricey," she winced.
"Okay. And could you maybe give us a rough estimate?" Karen requested.
Doctor Dhoni thought about it for a moment. "Umm... he'll probably need to undergo surgery at least three times, so in total; a little over two million rand." (Roughly two-hundred-thousand U.S dollars)
"What!" Vivian Alger said the next day, with a look of disbelief on her face as she leaned back in her chair, both her and Karen now sitting inside the teacher's staffroom, during the school children's first lunch break. "That much, huh?" she tilted her head to the side.
"Yep," Karen replied. "Where I'm I suppose to get that kind of money?"
"Wait a minute," Vivian shook her head. "Why do you have to pay for them?" she asked as her face coiled. "I mean, I know you're his sister and all. But, isn't he... uh... medically covered?"
Karen shook her head.
"Oh... okay. Then, can't your in-laws help out?"
"Well, Victoria's not working. And even if she was, I don't think me and her could make that much that quickly. And her parents are broker than I am."
"Yea... this job doesn't pay very much, does it?"
"Nope," she sighed. "Sadly, shaping the minds of the future does not," Karen added, in a deflated manner, "Especially not in a public school. And with all my bills and Dylan's school fees..." she sighed again. "But I do have a last resort idea though."
"Yea?" she leaned forward.
"I'm going to have to sell the house," she replied unenthusiastically, as she remembered all the fond memories she had created with her various family members inside those walls.
"For real?" her eyes lit up.
"Mm-hmm," she shrugged. "It's a shame too. I love that house."
"Where're you gonna live?" Vivian asked, in a sympathetic kind of way, as her interrogation continued.
"Well, provided that we find new homes for the dogs, we'll have to rent an apartment. Or maybe we'll move into Carl's house. Who knows?" she shrugged.
"Or maybe you can sell Carl's house, and they can move in with you," she suggested.
"Yea, but... I think we could get a lot more for my grandparents' house. It's bigger... and it's in better condition."
"Hmm," Vivian pondered.
"And plus, I've already hired both an appraiser and inspector to come through over the weekend."
"Ah, you did your homework I see."
"Yea," Karen reluctantly chuckled.
"In that case, how's the market looking right now?"
"Not too great. But hey, I've got my fingers crossed," she said and then placed a disheartened look on her face.
Vivian stared at her best friend for a moment, with an empathetic expression on her face. "I'm really sorry about your brother, Ka."
"Thank you for your concern, Vivian," she replied with sincerity, "And for your ear. I love how I can offload and share absolutely anything with you," she added and emphasised the word 'anything'.
The next day, which was a Saturday by the way, at exactly five minutes past twelve, Karen accompanied her real estate appraiser into her house. The appraiser was a tallish black guy, named Melvin Sibeko, who was dressed in semiformal attire. She led him into her living room, where he took a seat on the couch, and then entered her kitchen. From there, she poured him a tall, icy, glass of juice and poured a glass of wine for herself.
On her return to the living room, with their drinks on a tray, Karen passed him his glass of juice and took a seat on her smaller couch. As they sat and sipped on their respective drinks, they spoke about the appraiser's profession for a little while, and about how he would be assisting her on selling her home. And after that brief discussion, she gave Melvin a quick tour of the house.
On completion of the tour, he entered the backyard, which is where he started working from. He measured the entire property, took a few pictures and compiled a stack of notes as he made his assessment. On accomplishment of that, he thanked Karen for her hospitality and told her that he would fax a copy of his appraisal and e-mail a reasonable estimate for her home, once he assembled a list of comparable houses in her neighbourhood, of course. The rest of the day was uneventful.
On Sunday morning, after a pleasant breakfast with her son, Karen and Dylan hopped into her car and drove to a nearby medical centre. Once inside, they entered the office of a physician named Doctor Richard de Villiers. He was an elderly, white haired gentleman, who ran a few tests on them to check out their heart conditions. Ever since the conversation Karen had with Doctor Priya Dhoni, about coronary diseases being hereditary, she placed getting both her and her son's hearts checked out high up on her priorities list.
She even called Victoria on the previous night, and told her to do the same for Karina. Once Doctor de Villiers told them that they had absolutely nothing to worry about, Karen dropped Dylan off at a friend's place and then drove back home, where she waited for the inspector she hired to arrive. And about two hours later, he did indeed. Karen led Jonathan Walker into her house. Jonathan was the middle-aged inspector, who was dressed in blue overalls. She quickly fixed him a drink, and then thereafter, he did his thing.
Walking around the house with his pen and pad; in no particular order, he inspected the patio, the driveway, the front yard, the backyard, which included a swimming pool and a worn down tennis court, the garage, the basement, the laundry, the kitchen, the pantry, the toilet downstairs, the living room, the dining room, the fire place, all of the rooms upstairs, including the attic, the roof, the walls and the foundation of the home.
At the end of Jonathan's long and painstaking inspection, he concluded by telling Karen that even though her old house was still in relatively good condition, there were still quite a few repairs she needed to make if she wanted it to get swept off the market. For instance, her ventilation system was not running properly.
A few electrical appliances were not functioning. He found three cracked windows. He discovered that her patio was decaying. He noticed that a few tiles on her roof were loose. There were a couple of leaky pipes. Some landscaping needed to be done. He brought up the issue of the tennis court. And the list goes on.
Jonathan explained by telling her, that even though her house was in a liveable condition; if potential buyers feel as if they need to make improvements to a house before they can happily move into it, and according to his list, there were quite a few, they're going to be put off on the idea of buying that particular house.
Therefore, she needed to make the repairs if she wanted to get a buyer that would be willing to pay for the full value of her home. He ended their chat by giving her a copy of his assessment, and by giving her the details of a reliable contractor he knew. Subsequently, he stepped into his vehicle and left.
Karen's head throbbed as she looked at the long list of repairs she needed to make. She didn't even have to call the recommended contractor to know the process was going to be an expensive one. She expelled an exasperated sigh and then headed for the kitchen to start preparing dinner. As disheartened as Karen felt, little did she know, her luck was about to change... but in a very bizarre kind of way.
The next day, during the school children's first lunch break, it was Karen and Vivian's turn to watch over the senior students, as they frolicked over the first half of a large field, which was divided up by two parallel soccer pitches. The spot of their supervision took place at the top of the field's embankments, where they sat down and monitored the kid's under a large gazebo. That's where Karen gave Vivian a brief review of her weekend.
"The appraiser said that if I make the recommended repairs, I could get at least two point four million for it," said Karen.
"That's good news... isn't it?" she asked, as she noticed how discouraged her friend looked.
"Yea, but... I don't have the money to make all those repairs right now," she sighed. "Including the money that Victoria and Carl have, it's gonna take us at least one year for us to get the house ready to be listed. And then who knows how long it'll take to get a buyer."
Vivian didn't reply.
"I guess I can always try to sell the house to some investors..." Karen continued, ignoring her friend's sudden appetite for silence, "For just enough money to get Carl's first two surgeries out the way."
Vivian continued to be unresponsive, as she monitored the kids playing on the field. "You Know," she spoke a few moments later. "I was thinking about your dilemma over the weekend..." Vivian paused and was still watching the kids on the field at this point. "And I think I've come up with an idea you could use to get the money for your brother and keep your home."
Unsurprisingly, Karen's facial expression changed into an inquisitive one. "What's your idea?" she leaned a little closer to her best friend.
"The only problem with my idea is..." Vivian turned her body to face Karen. "I don't think you're gonna like it," she shook her head.
"Why... wouldn't I like it?"
"Okay. I know you're not gonna like it," she removed her sunglasses. "But I'll tell you what it is anyway," she then moved a little closer to Karen. "Just hear me out. Okay?" she raised her eyebrows.
"Okay," Karen said softly, as she nodded subtly.
"Remember when you told me about the night you overheard Dylan using your name while he was masturbating?"
Consequently to hearing that strange question, the look on Karen's face turned into a confused one. "Yea," she stretched the word.
Vivian paused once more as she gathered her thoughts for a moment. "Hold on. Let me try this from a different angle. You know you and I tell each other everything right?"
"Yea," she shrugged.
"Well, the truth is... there's something about me that I haven't told you. Or better yet, something about my husband."
"Okay," her face coiled.
"I still remember you asking me the question; 'how is it possible... that an architect and a school teacher can afford such a luxurious home and have such extravagant cars'?"
"I do remember asking you a question somewhere along those lines... a few years ago," she replied. "But I still don't see where Dylan comes into the equation," she shook her head.
"Just bear with me," she said. "Anyway, contrary to what I told you, Aaron and I did not inherit a large sum of money."
The look on Karen's face reverted back into a confused one. "Then... where do you guys get the money from?"
"Well, Aaron's not an architect... he's a... he's the owner of a popular company in the porn industry."
As surprising as her best friend's confession was to her, she was still very confused. "Okay. As interesting as that may be Vivian, I still don't see where Dylan comes into the picture."
"Just don't freak out after I tell you my idea..." she implored. "Well, with mine and Aaron's help, I think you and your son could make a ton of money, if you and him make..."
"Whoa. Vivian," she leaned back as disbelief covered her face. "I hope you're not about to suggest what I think you're about to suggest."
"I knew you were gonna freak out about this," she frowned. "You know what? Let's just pretend as if I never said anything at all," she concluded as she shook her head, and then put her sunglasses back on to watch over the kids again.
In reaction to Vivian's extremely inappropriate proposal, Karen stared at the side of her friend's face for a little, with an expression of incredulity on her own face. "You just never cease to amaze me," she said in thought, as she shook her head.
Now, and if you remember the beginning of the second part of the story, this is where Vivian's interesting personality comes into play. Vivian has always been a slightly unusual person, and Karen has known this from the first day she met her, which took place inside the teacher's staffroom, six years before. Here's how that went down.
After Karen's first teacher's staff meeting, on day one of her teaching job at Winchester Primary, she was approached by the middle-aged, red headed lady, who you now know as Vivian. "You should ask him out," Vivian whispered as she sat down in the chair next to Karen's.
Those were the first words Vivian delivered to her, and Karen simply did not have a response for them. In addition to Vivian's bizarre opening sentence, the other thing that threw Karen off was the way she said it, she was so calm, so casual, almost as if they were sisters, or as if they had known each other years in advance. What's more, to her being thrown off by her new colleague's bizarre pitch, she didn't know who Vivian was referring to.
"I'm sorry... what?"
"Daniel," she whispered, as she subtly nudged her head towards the direction of the school's rather attractive, former headmaster. "You should ask him out," she reiterated.
As you would expect, Karen looked at her like she was an escapee from the insane asylum. "Why?"
"Well, you're not married and his not married. And I think you'd make a cute couple."
Yep, this was definitely the weirdest first conversation she's ever had with a person. "How do you know I'm not married?"
"Oh that's easy..." she shrugged. "You're not wearing a wedding ring."
Funny enough, that odd conversation was first of many sparks that formed a strong bond between Karen and Vivian. And as you know, they went on to become best friends. There was just something about Vivian to Karen. Although most people may not like a forward person, Karen was one of the exceptions to that. She liked how outspoken Vivian was about... well, almost everything.
In addition to Vivian's quirky personality, Karen recollected on the um-teenth time they spoke about sex in particular. That took place on a Saturday afternoon, in the outside section of a classy restaurant, during a friendly lunch date they planned out for just the two of them.
"So now with my mouth gagged and both of my hands tied up, Aaron's pounding his cock into my snatch," said Vivian. "And he's squeezing my throat so hard my head feels like it's about to explode. Karen, you wouldn't believe the intensity of my orgasm when it kicked in," she shrugged. "It was like... I turned into a contortionist, with the experience of... five decades."
Karen chuckled in response to her story. "You two deserve to be locked up," she teased.
"Perhaps," she replied as she playfully placed her index finger on her chin while looking up at the large umbrella they were under. "Anyway," she bounced back. "I'm still trying to spice things up a bit more in the bedroom."
"Does it get anymore 'spiced up' than you being choked during one of your rape fantasies?"
"You'd be surprised." Vivian lifted her cup of coffee and took a sip. "But here's what I want us to do next," she said, as she placed her cup back down. "I was watching this show on T.V the other day, about these people, in these... taboo relationships. And one arrangement struck me in particular."
"What was it about?"
"It was about these two different married couples, who get together and, well... fuck."
"Alright, let me guess. And now, you wanna do that, right?"
"Naturally," Vivian shrugged. "But finding a hot enough couple is proving to be quite an obstacle."
"I would think finding a couple willing to do that would be 'an obstacle' in itself," she lifted her alcoholic blend of fruit juice to take a swig.
"That too," she said. "Hey, you and Mitch wouldn't be interested, would you?" she asked casually, and made Karen choke on her drink.
By this time, she knew how up front her new friend could be. But to her, that particular request was going a little overboard with it. Oh yeah, who's Mitch? Well, he's not important to the story, but since I've already brought him up: He was Karen's boyfriend of six weeks at the time, who was also introduced to Karen by Vivian. But their relationship died two months later, after she discovered he was sleeping with two other women.
"What?" she asked, wiping her mouth, as she recovered from choking on her drink.
"You, Mitch, do you wanna get dirty with me and Aaron?"
"Oh jeez, I'm sorry Vivian, but... I'm gonna have to say no."
"You're no fun," she pouted, and then lifted a forkful of her chocolate cake to bury it into her mouth.
Now, let's cross back to the scene under the school's gazebo. As Karen continued to recuperate from her best friend's latest and most outrageous proposal, (And if you weren't able to connect the dots, it was for her to make porn with her son) she wondered how people like Vivian came to be, and how on earth did she become a primary school teacher.
But you know that famous proverb, 'curiosity killed the cat', right? Well, if Karen were a feline, she would be one dead cat. Actually, she would have died twice. The first time was when see peeked through her son's door. And this would be the second time, because she also wanted to know how Vivian's scheme would hatch out exactly. "Okay, I'll stop 'freaking out'... as you put it. Tell me the rest of your idea."
"Are you sure?" she turned her head to face her best friend. "Because you looked at me like I was an alien after I started telling you the first time."
"Can you blame me?"
"I'm only trying to help you out, Ka," she removed her sunglasses. "I know you can make the money this way."
"That's the confusing part to me. Who would even want to see something like that?"
"Lots of people, actually," she replied. "Just google the phrase 'incest porn', and see what comes up... thousands upon thousands of pages. But the problem with that porn is that most of it is fake," she shrugged. "People are smart, they can sense that. And the stuff that is real, well... the mom's in there aren't very attractive. And you wouldn't have any of those problems."
"Vivian," Karen whined.
"Okay. Okay. I understand why you don't want to do it," she said, lifting her hands. "And I'm sorry if you think I'm trying to be your pimp or something like that. I'm not. I was only trying to help you, Ka."
Karen objectively stared at her friend for a moment, and then turned her attention to the kids on the field. "In your own strange little way," she replied, about ten seconds later. "I know you're only trying to help me," Karen added and contemplated, as they sat in silence and watched over the kids for a little while longer. "If I can't find any investors..." she turned her head to face Vivian again. "I'll think about it." THE LANDING, PT II
"So... what are you saying, exactly?" asked Dylan, still a little confused with the full meaning of his mother's confession. "This whole time, you've been training me so I can become some sort of... incest, porn star?"
Karen expelled a woeful sigh in response. "Not exactly," she shook her head and cleared her throat. "Each time you and I got sexual... the web-cam on my laptop, was sending a live stream of what we were doing onto Vivian and Aaron's website."
With the truth now out and in the open, he shifted his view from her face and stared at the coffee table, as he processed what his mother had just revealed. "Mom, what the fuck!?" he yelled as he suddenly got to his feet.
"I know... I'm so sorry sweetie," she replied, in a 'please forgive me' kind of way, as the tears started to pour down her face.
"What are you saying? You, you and your friend, have been exploiting me so you could make money from random people on the internet!"
"Dylan, Please!" she cried. "You promised you wouldn't get mad at me," she added and started wheezing.
"You can't expect me to!" he retorted, and then took a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm down. "I can honestly say, I've never been more pissed off with... anyone in my entire life," he stomped.
"I know, I'm so sorry!" she beseeched him, as she crawled up into a ball by throwing her face into her lap.
"Mom, you know what? I... I... I can't even... I can't even look at you right now," he turned to leave.
"Wait, Dylan, wait... please," she implored after hearing that, lifting her head and stretching out her hand as she spoke.
Ignoring her plead, he picked up his gym bag and left the living room. "Who the fuck does that?" he muttered in befuddlement, as he opened the front door of the house and made his exit.
As he walked down the path of the driveway, he reached into the pocket of his hoodie and pulled out his remote control. He then opened the gate and walked off of the premises. Now standing on the sideway of the street in his quite suburban neighbourhood, he looked up to the partially clouded, darkening sky above him, and let out a sigh. "Who the fuck does that?" he reiterated softly, as he shook his head.
He then placed the second strap of his gym bag over his other shoulder and started jogging down the road. Roughly half way down the somewhat long bending road, he heard the melodic sound of his ringtone playing from the pocket of his hoodie. "Yea, what's up?" he answered, as he continued to jog down the street.
"Dude, where you at?" asked Justin Carey, Dylan's rap music loving, high school chum.
"I'm on my way to your place?" he panted. "I'll be there in two minutes."
"Aiyt," he hung up.
As he made a right turn at the bottom of the street, he heard the sound of his ringtone again. "Yeah?" he answered.
"Dylan," said his mother. "Please come ba..." He dropped the phone on her.
On arrival at his friend's place, he entered the house and greeted Justin's mother and his two little twin sisters. Subsequently to that, they stepped into Justin's Golf GTI. "Dude, what's wrong?" he's high school buddy asked him before they took off. "The look on your face right now," he chuckled. "It reminds me of that time Jennifer dumped you," he added and continued to laugh at his pain.
Dylan turned his head to look at his snickering friend for a moment and then shifted his focus to look through the passenger window. "I really don't want to talk about it," he replied, clearly in no mood for jokes today. "Let's just go."
"Aiyt, man," he said with a grin and stuck his key into the slot of the ignition. After Justin put his Lil' Wayne CD on, they drove out of their neighbourhood up until they arrived at Planet Fitness, the name of their gym, which was about fifteen minutes away from their neighbourhood.
They then entered the domain of the fairly large gym and headed straight for the men's changing room, which they entered and then deposited their bags into their respective lockers. Subsequently, they headed for the weight lifting section. It was one of the days of the week they worked on the upper body.
While Dylan was furiously pumping iron and half-heartedly exchanging banter with his friend, he couldn't stop thinking about the bombshell his mother had dropped on him earlier on. He also wondered why he never gave a second glance at all of the evident red flags that were thrown up, of 'something shady's going on here', during the nightly routine of him getting orally embalmed.
For instance, the raw emotions she displayed on the first couple of nights were quite a strong sign. Secondly, her laptop was always inside her bedroom and on her dresser, and not in its usual spot inside her office. Thirdly, each time they got busy, it was always on the same spot, which, if you don't remember, was by her dresser, where she beckoned him on each occasion.
The time schedule was definitely one of the biggest giveaways, because they always did it at eleven o'clock. He could have kicked himself for being gullible enough to believe she really had the "quirky trait" of preferring to do anything sexual at exactly eleven o'clock. Lastly, the stuff that they were doing did seem like the kind of stuff that would only happen in a porno.
But, I don't think any reasonable person would've expected him to figure out what his mother was really up to. After they finished pumping iron, they headed to the second floor of the large gym, where they did a few sets of vertical sit-ups and ran ten laps around the built-in track. On completion of their two hour work out, they headed back to the men's changing room. From there, they stripped out of their sweaty clothes and entered the steam room.
A few minutes inside the tension relieving spot of the sauna, all of that frustration Dylan had towards his mother started its ever so gradual disappearance. A good workout followed by a handful of minutes in the steam room did always seem to sooth him. In addition to his train of thoughts, he had to come clean about something: Regardless of the situation at hand, the past four months of his life had been an absolute dream come true.
So he considered this; perhaps his sinful desires were the true thing to blame for the uncomfortable spot his was in. And on a different but not a completely unrelated subject, that's when he realised that all good things that were merely given, came with some sort of catch. "It was just too good to be true," he murmured, as he shook his head.
"What was that?" his friend asked him.
"Huh? Oh, ah, nothing," he stammered.
He also didn't disregard the fact that his mother did what she did for a somewhat understandable reason. He just wished she had told him about it in the first place, instead of manipulating him the way she did, and then only come clean about it four months later. He found that part to be simply ridiculous. About fifteen minutes later, of marinating in the sauna, they exited the stream room and took a quick, cold, refreshing shower in their respective cubicles.
After that, they stepped into their fresh set of clothes, left the changing room and paid for two protein shakes by the gym's bar on their way out. By the time they exited the gym, it was roughly twenty to ten. So it was pretty dark. They then stepped into Justin's car and drove to a nearby fast-food joint. After entering the food establishment, they took their seats and ordered some fries with a couple of burgers.
"Who would you rather bang..." said Justin, as they consumed their meals, "A super fat version of Selena Gomez? Or Miley Cyrus, with down syndrome?" was the gist of their conversation. You know. Guy stuff.
"What's with you and girls from Disney?" he questioned his friend, and then took a bite out of his burger. After they choked down the last few bites of their unhealthy meal, they jumped back into the car and drove back to their neighbourhood, where Justin dropped Dylan off at his place.
"Cool. I'll see you tomorrow," said Dylan as he shut the door. Now, even though he had calmed down substantially at this point, he had also been dreading his return home. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to speak with his mother or not. But there was simply no avoiding it. What would come after her confession and his outburst would inevitably be seen. He expelled a sigh and entered the house.
After checking the vacant living room, dining room and kitchen, to no avail, he realised that his mother must be inside her bedroom. Perhaps he wouldn't have to talk to her so soon, after all. Thereafter, he headed up stairs and pushed the door of his bedroom open. But before he could step inside it, he heard the dejected sound of his mother's voice.
"Dylan," said Karen, standing in the doorway of her bedroom, on the other side of the hallway from him. "Can we please just talk about it?" she politely requested.
Objectively, he stared at his dispirited mother for a few seconds and exhaled loudly as he turned his head. "I'll be right there," he replied and then entered his room.
Once he placed his gym bag down and removed his hoodie, he exited his room, walked down the hallway and entered the room of his mother. Dylan found her sitting on her bed. She had her hair tied up, was dressed in a light blue tank top, which had strings for straps, and a white pair of pyjama bottoms, which had the playful theme of cows jumping over the moon. Consequently to his entry, he sat down next to her.
"Dylan," she kicked off the conversation. "I am extremely sorry for not telling you want was really going on in the past few months," his mother apologised, with an immense amount of sincerity. "It was a horrible thing to do to you. And there's no explanation I could possibly feed you that would justify my actions. So I'm not gonna try to produce one for you. I'm just hoping that you'll find it in your heart someday to forgive me," she took a deep breath and exhaled. "I know how much you must hate me right now."
"I don't hate you Mom," he replied, as his mother's woeful approach and vulnerable display tugged on his heart strings. "And I do forgive you. I'm just confused, that's all," he sighed. "Why didn't you tell me about it in the first place?"
"Honestly," she said. "I was going to tell you... ask you," she quickly corrected herself, "To help me make the videos that unfaithful night after dinner. But for some reason... and I really don't know why, I just... changed my mind," she shook her head remorsefully.
"Okay, then... why the sudden change of heart?" he asked, as his need for explanations was now at full swing. "Why did you decide to tell me today?"
"No more secrets, right?" she replied, as she wanted to place Dylan completely in the loop.
"No more secrets," he concurred with a nod.
"The answer to that question is relatively complicated. But I'll give it a whirl," she paused. "As I'm sure you've inferred; the people that were watching me and you were paying us to do so. And, I've been saving our share of that money to pay for your uncle's surgeries."
"I guessed that much."
"Yeah... and in terms of viewership, everything was going really well for us in the first few weeks," she explained. "But then Vivian brought something to my attention," she added, and then paused to gather her thoughts.
"I'm listening."
"She said the people that were watching us, were getting bored with me and you... only engaging in 'fellatio'. So basically, our viewership plummeted, which fundamentally means that we're not making as much money as before," her explanation continued.
"I'm with you so far."
"Yeah, and in order to regain the viewers we've lost... that pretty much meant that you and I would have to take things to... um, the next level."
"Mmkay," he replied like Mackey would, as he thought about that for a couple of seconds. "So that's why you told me?"
"Yes. But there's still a little more detail involved," she said. "You see, this whole time... in my own head, I guess, I justified my actions by telling myself that since I would be giving you something that you in fact want; what I'm doing... is okay," she explained. "But when Vivian said we have to 'turn things up a notch', in order to regain the viewers we've lost, I realised that I would likely be receiving some form of pleasure too, and not just purely giving it to you anymore," Karen paused. "And I couldn't do that," she shook her head. "Or at least, I couldn't do that without telling you about it."
He mulled over want his mother had just revealed for a moment. He really wasn't expecting to hear this pungent explanation of hers.
"And plus," she added. "I knew I would have to tell you about it someday... even if those issues didn't come up."
"It's all starting to make sense now," he said softy, as he continued to ponder. "Okay," he added. "And, ah, you're okay with being in porn?"
She thought about that question for a few seconds. "Not at first. Hence, the crying you witnessed on the first night," she replied. "But I kinda got use to it," she paused. "And honestly, I would do absolutely anything for my family," she added and paused once more. "To be a little more honest with you... if you were in your uncle's shoes, and if he wasn't married to Victoria, I probably would have made the videos with him to get you the money."
Dylan couldn't help but to let out a small chuckle after he heard that last part come out of her mouth. "When you put it like that," he replied with a smirk. "And I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but, I think this is the first time I'm actually happy about Uncle Carl's bad heart condition."
Karen chuckled in response to his joke. She was glad to see that he had lightened up, and that he had unearthed his sense of humour.
"Okay I've got another question for you," he proceeded. "Why did you make me stop masturbating?"
"That was another one of Vivian's ideas," she replied. "She said the more cu..." she shook her head, "semen."
"It's okay to say 'cum', Mom."
"Okay," she smiled, "The more... cum," she said and then giggled.
"Jeez Mom, you can be such a child," he spoke as his mother continued to laugh.
After composing herself, she replied. "Okay," she said with a grin. "Vivian said; the more cum in the video, the better," she finally conveyed. "And you certainly didn't disappoint in that department," she added, but only in thought.
"I guess that makes sense," he replied slowly and then contemplated for a moment. "So... umm," he added, in an awkward fashion. "Where... do we go from here?"
"Well. That's pretty much up to you," she said. "As you can see by what I'm wearing right now, I'd given up on the idea, and was getting ready to go to bed."
They sat in silence for a brief moment. "Okay and..." he spoke. "What if I said, as a volunteer this time, I too would like to help Uncle Carl?"
"We could do that," she nodded. "But if we do do that, then, you're gonna have to give me some time to... for lack of a better term, freshen up," she shrugged.
"Not a problem," he shook his head subtly.
Consequently, she got to her feet. "Thank you so much for forgiving me, Dylan," she said sincerely, as she leaned down and hugged him for a little while. She then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Come back into my room..." she continued with her arms still around his neck, "Roughly ten minutes before you normally would. I need your help with something," she gave him another kiss on the cheek and then headed off for her bathroom. "Oh, and, feed the dogs," she concluded on the way, and then entered her bathroom.
Despite the enlightened knowledge he now had, that strangers would be watching him get busy with his mom over the internet, he was pretty excited about the idea of 'taking things to the next level' with her. He stood up, exited the room and headed downstairs. After entering the pantry, he exited it with a bag of kibble. He then exited the house and deposited a few scoops of the kibble into the dogs' food bowls and refilled their water bowls as well.
He then reached into the pocket of his trousers and fished out his cell phone. It was nearly ten to eleven. Noting that, he re-entered the house, placed the bag of kibble back in the pantry, and then headed back upstairs to head straight for his mother's room. Once inside, he noticed that her bedroom was still empty, so he called out her name, "Mom?"
"I'm still in here sweetie!" her voice echoed from her bathroom.
"What did you want me to help you with?"
"Oh yea!" she replied. "Um, do you see that black bag sitting alongside my wardrobe?"
He turned his head to check if what she was talking about was in fact there, "Ah, yeah!"
"Open it!"
He walked over to her cupboard and kneeled down to unzip the bag. "A video camera?" he said softly.
"Did you open it?"
"Yeah!" he cried back.
"Could you please connect it to my laptop?"
"Um... Sure!"
"All the software has already been installed and set up! I just want you to connect everything while I get ready!" she said. "And be careful!" Karen cautioned. "That camera's not mine, and it's expensive!"
He reached inside the bag and pulled out the hi-tech piece of equipment, its cable and its tripod stand. Knowing that time was of the essence, he set everything up and connected her computer to the camcorder under the time of two minutes. Doing all of this was relatively easy for Dylan, since he was an IT student. "Everything setup!" he said. "You just need to embed the stream onto the site!"
"Great!" she replied. "Thanks sweetie, I'll be right out!"
Dylan took a seat on her bed and waited for his mother's entrance. "Fuck!" he cried in thought. "I can't believe I'm really about to do this!" he added as he looked at the video camera, now placed upon its tripod stand. The knowledge of knowing that people would be watching him was really starting to sink in now, and that unsettled him a bit.
"Maybe Mom had the right idea when she decided not to tell me about this," he deliberated in thought. But then a question he forgot to ask her popped into his mind, "Mom!"
"Yeah, sweetie?" she answered.
"What if one of my friends sees this?" he enquired.
And that's when Karen opened the door and emerged from her bathroom. As she walked into her bedroom, Dylan was left in absolute astonishment. With her hair now loose, his mother was dressed in a very sexy, sheer, black, strapless nightdress. In the region of the nightie that concealed her melons, was a strange pattern of dark alien flowers. That particular element to the sexy piece left just enough for the imagination.
The size of the sheer nightdress complimented her figure superbly. And its transparent fabric made it possible to see the provocative, black, upside-down triangle, of the thong she was wearing underneath and the strings it came with, which bent around the curvy shape of her trim hips. In addition, the skimpiness of her attire made it possible to see the matching black piece of the garter she had neatly wrapped around her left thigh. Damn! His mom looked so good his cock couldn't help but to immediately start its ascent.
"Do you think your friends would pay money to watch an old woman having sex with and her son?"
"Well. If they knew the 'old woman' looked like you, they might," he replied and generated a smile from her. "But I think you might have a point there," he pondered. "Incest isn't really their thing."
"That was my guess," she said and made her way to her laptop. As she bent over a bit, to place her phone down on her dresser and enter the embedding code on Vivian's site, Karen's skimpy black nightdress hiked up by an inch or so, which gave Dylan the perfect view of the lower part of his mother's taut, basically bare buttock.
Since the nightdress was gently pressed against her back and behind, he could also see the little upside-down triangle at the crest of her cheeks, which had three strings. One of which went to the left, the other went to the right, and the third one disappeared from being swallowed up by the tight crack of her rising buns. A jolt of unmistakable thrill surged through his body as he suddenly realised his cock would finally enter something other than her oral canal.
"There we go," she said softly, as she spun around and walked over to her son. "Press the record button. It's eleven," she informed him.
She mounted her bed and lied down on her pillows, as he stood up to follow her orders. Dylan pressed the record button, adjusted the camera's position a little, and made sure that both his mother and the entire bed were in the frame, and that it was zoomed in enough so that the viewers could see the action clearly. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
In spite of that, he had to admit something. This was a pretty damn good camera. The crystal clear pictures it produced were immaculate. "This is for you, Uncle Carl," he said softly, still standing behind the camera.
He quickly disrobed by stripping out of his shoes, socks, jeans and shirt. So now, hard-on and all, he was left in only his silver Family Guy themed boxers. He then approached and mounted her bed. His mother was now lying on her back, with her head and the upper half of her back on the tiny little mountain of her pillows, and had the small of her back on her mattress.
Exposing the black upside-down triangle that concealed her womanhood as she did this, she invitingly opened her legs for him, by raising her knees and planting her feet on the bed. He crawled his way in between the shapely pair of her ivory legs, and rested the weight of his torso on his left forearm, which he placed beside her body. "Are you as nervous as I am?" he asked softly, as he knew hundreds of people were now watching him.
"Probably not," she subtly shook her head. "Just pretend as if the camera isn't there. You'll be just fine, sweetie," she replied softly.
Keeping that bit of advice in mind, he lowered his face and went for what had eluded him for weeks on end. But this time his mother didn't spoil his fun. She stayed in place and waited for her son's lips to make contact with hers. Now, Karen wasn't particularly excited about this moment. But she figured the least she could do, would be to give in to absolutely anything he desired to do, after he found it in his heart to forgive her for her trickery as quickly as he did.
But that faint bit of remaining reluctance would soon dwindle, because as her son's lips meshed with hers, well, the emotions she felt can only be described in one word... fireworks. As cheesy as it may sound, Karen was instantly turned-on by her son's oral embrace. The feelings roaring throughout her body right now were far different from the ones she felt during their first few sexual interactions. She never knew kissing could feel so right.
What an unexpected and refreshing change of events this turned out to be. She never would've imagined that she would one day find herself hungrily lusting for the person she gave birth to. But I guess life is funny in that way. With her eyes blissfully closed, and now completely consumed by this surreal moment of erotic intimacy, her heart rate quickened rapidly.
In addition, she took sharp breaths in between the half a second intervals they submitted to, as they alternated between passionately making out and reluctantly catching their breath. Dylan too was enjoying himself by the way, he got so caught up in this hot and heavy, unforeseen moment of theirs, he forgot all about the divulging eye of the camera.
As her lips opened a little wider, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and made it erotically dance with hers. And approximately two minutes of exchanging saliva later, he pulled off. And as a result of that, he could see how his mother was left both flushed in the face and breathless. "Wow," she stretched the word, croaking her voice as she said it.
He re-lowered his face and pecked her soft, candy pink lips once more. He then gently brushed his lips down and across her right cheek, and then slowly dragged them down the soft length of her delicate neck line, until he softly planted its base area with a kiss. "Mmm," she discharged a subtle moan. Oh yes, he found her sweet spot.
He took his time to gently skirt his tongue and lips around this sensitive area of hers, and let his warm, moist breath make most of the contact. He had read a piece in one of her Cosmo magazines, that suggested that most women enjoy being heated up before intercourse, and if that was indeed the case, he wanted to make damn sure she thoroughly enjoyed herself.
Gently, he planted another kiss on her soft spot, and was rewarded with another, but vaguely louder moan, as her breathing became even heavier. He managed to extract three more heavenly moans from her, by teasing and pleasing her neck's sensitive area, and then decided to start his descent down the crest of her torso.
As he soothingly kissed his way down to the region under her neckline, he placed the index finger of his left hand, on the right-hand side of her torso, and snuck it in between the gap of her smooth skin and the hem of her nightdress. His lips were now half an inch or so higher up from where her nightie covered her chest. He planted her with a kiss, and then slowly started pulling down the hem of her dark dress, exposing only her busty right tit as it dropped.
His mouth followed the slow descent of the sheer nightie, as he slowly kissed his way down the right hemisphere of her chest area, and up the rise of her now exposed right breast, until his lips reached her rose-pinkish nipple, which was rigidly erect at this point, but clearly from arousal this time around. "Mmmm," she purred, as he began tracing his tongue around the rough circle of her areola.
Concurrently, he brought his right hand up by sliding it from behind her left thigh, across her hip, and up the slope of her flat stomach, sliding it upon the fabric of her sheer nightdress in the process. With his abdominal area now on her crotch, and as his tongue continued to skirt around her right nipple, he slid his right hand up the swell of her covered left tit.
He firmly massaged this breast for a few seconds, and then squeezed its lonely nipple in between his thumb and index finger, which compelled her to let out the loudest of her moans. As the circles his tongue made around her right nipple became smaller, he pinched, squeezed, twisted and tugged at her nightie covered left one, and at the same time, intensified her breathing to a further extent.
He then sank the index finger of his right hand into the hem of her nightdress and pulled it down to expose her other busty tit. Like a vacuum-cleaner suddenly being clicked on, he sucked the right nipple of his moaning mother. He then slid his tongue down the left side of her right tit, brushed it in between the narrow valley of her chest, and brought it up the firm slope of her now exposed left breast.
After circling his tongue around the super sensitive nipple that was placed upon her left tit, he strangled it in between the clutches of his teeth. "Uunngghh," she groaned from the intense feeling of pleasure. Using his teeth to do this, he then twisted her nipple clock and counter clockwise, by slowly and constantly titling his head from side to side.
In reaction to the delightfully painful sensation, Karen tightly gripped the bed sheets with her right hand and impulsively pulled up her nightie with her left, as she expelled groans through her firmly clenched teeth. As this went on, Dylan could feel his stomach being dampened by her crotch area. Mm-hmm, he could tell she was 'thoroughly enjoying herself'.
Slowly, he pulled his head back, and like an elastic-band being stretched to its full volume, he tugged her clutched nipple with the use of his gritted teeth. Karen's face was forced to scrunch up, her eyes were compelled to shut tightly, and her mouth was vaguely left open from experiencing this intense sensation.
He released her tit's little knob and let it slap against the natural tissues of her breast, making her exhale loudly as it happened. He then sucked, kissed and swirled his tongue around her tenderised left nipple, and then began his decent down the right slope of her supple breast, until he was in between the valley of her chest again.
On both sides of her torso, he placed his index fingers inside her nightdress again and slowly pulled it down, with the assistance of his mother, who arched her back a smidge to help make way for the nightie's drop. His mouth followed the plunge of her dress, by painstakingly kissing her from the cleft of her chest, down the upper half of her flat and smooth abdominal section, not missing so much as a millimetre on his way down, until he reached her sweet little bellybutton.
He kissed her stomach's shallow hole, and then lifted his head up by two inches or so, to skip the section of her waist and pelvis, which were covered by her collapsed nightdress, as he made his way in between her legs. So now, both his chest and stomach were on the bed. While placidly cupping the sections of her outer thighs, he moved his face in, and on the utter base of her inner right thigh, he began with a gentle kiss, which produced a purr from his mom.
He then started his ever so gradual climb up her inner right thigh, planting her with a series of delicate kisses on his way up, until he reached the halfway mark of her inner right thigh. And exactly the same way he got up there in the first place, he made his way back down her leg.
He kissed the crux of her inner right thigh once more, skipped over her silk covered pussy, and just like he did with her right thigh, he started at the bottom and painstakingly kissed his way up to the halfway mark of her inner left thigh, pulling the black garter piece that covered her leg slightly higher up as he climbed up that part of her. He then slowly made his way back down to the bottom. The suspense was killing her at this point.
He skipped over her crotch section again, and slowly made his way up and down the silky skin on her inner right thigh. Karen had never been so horny in her entire life. Her body impulsively twitched each time his lips touched the root of one of her inner thighs, which it did. And to be a little more descriptive in the strange way she breathed each time it would happen; it was like she would sharply breathe in, hold her breath for about three seconds, and then softly groaned as she exhaled.
Now at the bottom of her inner right thigh, he skipped over her covered sex again, but, he gave that dampened part of her an ever so light kiss, before he worked his way up the slope of her left thigh again. "Do it already!" she exclaimed in thought, utterly tortured with how extremely patient her son seemed to be.
He made his way back down his tormented mother's left leg, and as he tried to skip over that silk covered part of her once more, she raised her hips and bumped her pussy into his slightly opened mouth. He smiled in reaction to that, and raised his chin slightly to make eye contact with her for a few seconds.
Panting, with her hair now ruffled, and with her face and neck area flushed, he could see the vast amount of anticipation in her lust filled, vividly green eyes. He smirked as he dropped his head, and then took his last trip up the slope of her inner right thigh. After he kissed his way back down to its crux, with cruelty, he jumped over her eagerly waiting pussy again, but this time, he kissed only the base of her inner left thigh.
As he immediately crossed back over to the other side of her crotch, he slowly brushed his lips across the dampened piece of fabric that concealed her womanhood, and then kissed only the base of her inner right thigh. He then completely skipped her pussy again to kiss the base of her inner left thigh, and then skipped over her crotch for yet another time to kiss the crux of her inner right thigh.
And just as his poor squirming mother thought "he's gonna skip over my tormented pussy forever!" the index finger of his right hand hooked and stretched the flap of her thong, as his tongue instantly darted into her incredibly moist pussy, which forced her chest area to abruptly shoot up, as she suddenly gasped for air in response to the swift action.
Dylan then began on wiggling his tongue inside her vertical lips, which had a low-cut, neat, upside-down triangle, of blonde pubic hair pointing to them. As he continued to do so, he heaved her thong into the corner of her crotch, and rammed his mouth's wiggling member up and as far as it would go inside her pussy. That action made his nose aggressively rub against the swollen button of clitoris. It was almost as if he was trying to find her g-spot with his tongue.
"Aaaahhhhnnnnggg!" she groaned with ferocity, as her back acutely arched up. With the use of her right hand, his mother then firmly clutched the back of his head, raised her hips up for a lot more lustful friction, and vigorously grinded her clit against his probing nose, as his tongue continued to whirl, swirl and swish inside her opening.
"Ooohhh fffffuuuuuuuuu!!!" Karen was incapable of completing the blasphemous express, as she forcefully bucked her hips, while her eyes rolled back into the sheer depths of her head, all as her body thunderously earth-quaked into a ferocious orgasm.
Her son's face stayed in its fixed position and his mouth sucked the juices that oozed from her sex, as her mind and body senses continued to go through the roof, not missing so much as a drop, as he drained her of her orgasmic liquids. After a noisy sound of inhalation, Karen's head dropped back onto her pillows, as she commenced on eccentrically huffing and wheezing in an attempt to recuperate from her intense climax.
But Dylan wasn't done yet. He wanted to thoroughly reimburse her for what she had done for him in the previous few months. He then hooked the index fingers of his hands into the strings of her thong, and pulled the soaked piece up her thighs, down her calves and off of her feet, to toss it over and behind the watching camera. Cupping her ass cheeks in both hands as he got back onto his stomach, he repositioned his head in between her open legs.
Thereafter, he lifted her butt up a bit, stretched out his tongue and placed it in between the now sweaty crack of her ass. Accordingly, he slowly licked his way up that tight little chink of hers, up the inch or so portion that separated her sex from her anus, and up the slippery slit of her vertical lips. As his tongue combed over her aching clitoris, her entire body was provoked to twitch robustly.
Taking a liking to that, he abruptly swept his tongue over her clit once more, which extracted a quick loud moan from her as her body jerked. He found this amusing. How her body was like a remote control, if you push this button, something is bound to happen. He swiftly licked her clit for a third time. "Aaaahhhh!" she cried as she shuddered.
Like a K-9 which had survived a harsh trip through a scorching hot desert, with a full bowl of water now placed in front of it, he commenced on rapidly lapping her little knob, making his mother scream at the top of her lungs as he relentlessly did so, until her body contorted and she, in rapid succession, exploded into her second, third and fourth rapturous orgasm.
Sensing that his time had arrived, he stuck the thumb of his right hand into the band around his waist and pulled down his silver boxers. With his raging, pre-cum seeping boner now out and in the open, he moved to the edge of the bed and sat down, placing his feet on the floor in the process. He then pushed his boxers the rest of the way down and kicked them off.
Dylan was now sitting directly opposite to the camera. "Might as well put on a good show," he said as he stretched his hand to her.
Karen reached out and grabbed his hand. With her black night dress still around her waist, she then crawled her way to her son, and straddled his lap. So now, with her feet over the edge of the bed, she was standing on her knees. "Might as well," she concurred with a smile.
With her back to the camera and with her tits dangling in front of his face, she reached down and pulled her nightdress up her body and over her head. This may sound impossible, but he became even hornier as he watched her tits flop back down and jiggle back into their regular shape, after they were raised and dropped by her nightie. She then threw her dress over to the other side of her bed.
Karen was now left in only the black garter that was still wrapped around her left thigh. Dylan placidly placed his hands on her hips, raised his chin and sucked the sweet nipple of his mother's right tit as her body descended. "This is it," he said in thought, as a mammoth amount of excitement run through him. "I'm finally gonna fuck Mom!" The suspense was brutal.
After her hips dropped by a further couple of inches, the pre-cum oozing tip of his rock-hard member made the faintest bit of contact with her naturally lubricated birth canal. "Wait a minute," Karen said in thought, shaking her head, as something crept into her mind. "We can't do this," she added and dismounted both her son and the bed.
"Mom!" he cried. "What are you doing?"
"We can't do this."
"Why the hell not?" he questioned her with a flabbergasted look on his face.
She turned her head to look at the camera for a few seconds, and then returned her attention back to her son. "I'll tell you later," she whispered. "Get the camera," Karen added, speaking up, as she nudged her head towards its direction. "I've got another idea."
He stayed seated and glared at her.
"You'll thank me later," she assured him. "Trust me. Now get the camera."
He continued to glare at his mother for a little while longer, and then sighed with frustration. But, he also got to his feet, and grabbed the camera like she instructed. "Good boy," she said as she walked over to him. "Make sure you get everything that happens on film," she whispered in his ear.
With the use of her right hand, Karen then reached down and grabbed him by his rigid member. And following her orders, he focused the camera's view to capture her actions. She then spun around and walked forward by two paces to approach her bed, pulling him behind her by the cock as she did. Accordingly, she bent over a bit and placed her left hand down on the mattress to support her upper frame.
Dylan didn't know where she was going with this. His mother took in a slow deep breath and exhaled to brace herself. She then pulled his cock in the direction of her ivory ass cheeks and carefully pierced its pre-cum leaking head in between the tight space of her firm buns. "Oh shit," he said in thought, recording it all. "Is this really about to happened?"
With the crown of her son's cock now snugly nestled in between the tight space of her taut butt cheeks, she pushed his shaft in a little deeper and made its tilt touch the water tight seal of her wrinkled, little, brownish-pink hole. "Don't you dare think about pushing," she urged him, as she had never done this before.
Going a step further, she inhaled deeply, exhaled once more, and then pushed his rigid member in a little harder. "Nnggghh," she groaned through her clenched teeth, with her one eye half closed and the other one opened, as the entire crown of his firm cock was suddenly swallowed by her rectum.
As a result, she began breathing in and out, in quick succession, in order to deal with the strange pain of it. But once she mustered her strength to continue, she pushed his cock in a little deeper. "Oh my fuck," he whispered. Dylan loved how ridiculously tight this particular canal of hers was.
Groaning her way through the painful new experience, bit by bit, Karen pushed the length of her son's cock into her rear entrance, until he was roughly halfway inside her butt. She then removed her hand from his shaft, placed it on the bed, and bent over a little bit more to balance the weight of her torso on her forearms, making her dangling tits swing back and forth in opposite directions as she adjusted her position.
She then turned her head by a few degrees to speak. "You're in control now. Please be gentle," his mother urged him politely.
With the camera in his right hand capturing everything, he placed his left hand an inch or so higher up from the small of her back, and as gently as possible, he pushed his hips forward and slowly sank his stiff member in by a few more millimetres. In reaction, his mother grabbed the sheet on her bed and placed it into her mouth to bite down on it with ferocity, as she tightly shut her eyelids.
Inch by Inch, he pushed his way inside his groaning mother's ass, until his pelvis was snugly pressed against her firm buns. He then slowly pulled back, until only the head of his manhood was left inside her rear entrance, and accordingly pushed his hips forward, making her moan and groan as he slowly sank his way back in, until he was balls deep inside her butt again.
About seven minutes later, of gently inserting and extracting the full length of his shaft from and into her ass, his mother got use to the unfamiliar sensation being anally penetrated. In fact, somewhere in the middle of the seven minute process, her groans were replaced by peaceful moans. It actually sounded like she was enjoying the act. So she gave him the thumbs up to pick up the pace.
Now, not exiting the tight space of his brand new favourite canal as he did this, he reached for the tripod stand and attached the camera to it, so it could capture the action from the sideline. He then firmly placed his hands on the sides of her trim hips, pulled his own hips back, and made his pelvis slam against her taut buns, which generated a meaty sound of colliding flesh and earned a short high-pitched squeak from his mom as she abruptly inhaled in reaction to his swift thrust.
He liked that sound. In an attempt to hear it again, he withdrew his cock, and crashed his pelvis against her buns once more, and to his delight, his mother squeaked. Dylan produced a long line of inhaling squeaks from her, as he continued on penetrating her backdoor by rocking his hips back and forth. This was way too fucking much. He had to burst.
As he felt his testicles contract, he pulled back and slammed into her ass for one last ride, which generated a super loud squeak from her. His cock then began to violently throb within her butt, as it started coating the inner walls of her rear canal with his thick gobs of gushing jizz. "Uhg, uhg, uhg, uhg, uhg, uhg," he grunted, as his entire body twitched in reaction to each gush of dispatched cum.
He kept his softening cock inside her bum for a few more moments, as he huffed and wheezed in an attempt to catch his breath. As he slowly withdrew his spent member from her back tunnel, it was followed by an oozing stream of jizz. "Don't move," he instructed her as soon as he saw this.
He then quickly detached the camera from its tripod stand and captured a close-up of her jizz leaking booty. "Oh my fuck... this is so hot," he whispered, as his spunk continued to seep out of her rectum, slide down the slit of her vertical lips and drip onto the carpeted floor.
After the last drop of his fresh cum touched the carpet, he killed the video's live stream. "And that's a wrap," he informed her.
In return, Karen got vertical. "Great," she exhaled as she turned around to face him. "Wanna join me in the tub?"
This was new. His mother wasn't sending him to his room. "Sure."
"Oh yeah, hold on," she said, before they headed for her bathroom. "I forgot to give you something," she added, walked over to the other side of the bed and picked up her handbag. Walking back to him as she fished inside it, she pulled out a cheque and passed it to him. "This is for you."
He grabbed the creased piece of paper and took a look at it. "Whoa," his eyes lit up. "This is a lot of money."
"It's only fair if you get something out of all of this madness," she shrugged. "Buy yourself something nice. But save most of it."
He looked at the piece of paper and mulled for a moment. "Keep it," he passed the large cheque back to her.
"No, Dylan, that's yours," she insisted. "You've earned it."
"It's not that I don't appreciate the offer. I just think Uncle Carl needs this a lot more than I do."
She looked at her son with pride beaming in her eyes as a result of hearing that. "Thank you, sweetie," she took the cheque, leaned closer and kissed him on the cheek. "You're one in a million."
Roughly fifteen minutes later, Dylan stepped into his mother's bathtub, which was filled with hot water. Given that Karen was sitting on the opposite side of the tub from him, he tucked his legs under hers, as he settled in. "Was shaving yourself the way you did down there another one of Vivian's ideas?"
She smiled broadly and nodded in response.
"I thought as much," he said, and splashed water onto his face.
Karen dropped her head back, closed her eyes and sighed blissfully. "You know? This reminds me of the days of when you were still young and use to bath with me," she reminisced.
"Mom," he said, as he spread his arms along the rim of the tub.
"Yes, dear?" she replied with her eyes still closed.
"Why didn't you let me... you know."
Her eyes opened up as she brought up her head to make eye contact. "What, inside my vagina?"
"Umm..." he winced, in a subtle kind of way. "Do we have to call it that?"
"Do you have a problem with the word vagina?"
"No... Well... sort of. It creeps me out. I don't know why," he shrugged.
She chuckled at that bizarre bit of information. "Why didn't I let you come into my pussy?"
"Yeah," he nodded.
She dropped her head back and closed her eyes again. "I forgot to take the birth control pills from Vivian before she left the school," she explained as she expelled a relaxed sigh.
"Oh," he said softly. In fact, so softly, she didn't even hear him. He contemplated over her reply for a moment. "Would it be so bad... if me and you had..."
Her eyes flew open as she promptly sat up. "A baby?" she blurted, with a shocked look on her face.
He nodded his head.
"Of course it would be bad."
"How?" he asked. "I mean. I love you. You love me. That's what's important. And fuck anybody who would judge us."
She objectively stared at him for a moment. This was definitely one of the things she was afraid of. "Dylan. I don't want you to get the wrong idea here," she shook her head. "We are by no means some sort of... couple now. I'm your mother and you're my son. That's all there is to it. Even though these videos might have distorted that... a lot," she had to admit. "But that's all there is to it."
"Didn't you enjoy yourself tonight?"
"Honestly, I did," she replied truthfully. "And that's probably why I invited you into my bathroom tonight. But that's beside the point. Look at it this way," Karen paused to gather her thoughts. "Twenty years down the line from now, you'll be forty and I'll be in my sixties, and you probably won't find me attractive anymore. Then you'll have to go and find yourself some middle-aged, divorced, mother of three children to satisfy you," she paused again. "And I don't want you to resent me for stealing your youth."
"None of that is going..."
"Sweetie, please, I'm not trying to hear it," she cut him off. "One day, you'll find yourself a lovely girl, who's around your own age. You'll have a gaggle of children with her, and make me a very happy grandmother. And trust me when I say this; I'm not going to get in the way of that."
After he placed the 'I just got dumped by the girl that I love' look on his face, he dropped his head and sighed.
"It's for the best, sweetie," she gently consoled him. ONE MONTH LATER: THE UPSHOT
"Ever since the new and improved videos of Mellissa and Sam Harris, your viewership has gone through the roof," said Vivian, in the staffroom, during the school children's first lunch break.
"Who's 'Mellissa and Sam Harris'?" asked Karen.
"Oh yeah, I didn't tell you, did I?" she replied. "We didn't use your real names when we put your advertisement up on the site. So you're Mellissa and Dylan's Sam."
"The Harris'?" she raised her eyebrows and pouted her mouth in a way that would indicate she was impressed. "Clever."
"Uh-huh. And in no time, you'll have the money you need to pay for your brother's final surgery. Didn't I tell you this would work?"
"Yes, you did, Vivian."
"I'm sorry, Vivian who?" she turned her head as she playfully placed her hand by her ear.
"Vivian, Mrs Always-Right," Karen smiled.
"Much better," she lifted her bottled water and took a sip.
"Karen," called the school's receptionist from the doorway of the staffroom, and got her attention too. "Mrs Paxton would like to have a word with you," she informed her and turned to leave after Karen signalled that she would be right there.
"Uh-oh, someone's in trouble with the principal," Vivian teased.
Karen smiled as she got to her feet. "I'll be right back," she replied. "Let me just go and see what Margo needs."
Accordingly, she made her way to the exit of the staffroom, headed downstairs, and walked through the hallway of the main office. Once she stopped at the closed door of the principal's office, she raised her hand and knocked. "Come in," the elderly woman's voice responded.
Consequently, she opened the door, entered the office, and found Margo writing on some documents she had in front of her. "You wanted to speak to me about something?" asked Karen, as she took a seat.
Margo raised her head, placed her pen down and inhaled. "I'm afraid so," she replied as she exhaled, with an uncustomary serious expression on her face. 'Uh-oh' indeed, this can't be good.
"Um," she said nervously, "About what?"
"Karen," Margo said firmly. "Please answer this question truthfully. Are you making pornographic videos on the internet with your son?"
The room went dead silent for a few seconds as a result of that abrupt question. "What?" she replied, with a dumb look on her face.
"It's a simple question, Karen," she said sternly. "Are you making pornographic videos with your son or not?"
Now to Karen, there was simply no point in trying to deny it. Margo wouldn't be asking her such a question if she didn't have her ducks in a row. So she dropped her head in a way that would indicate she was guilty. "Yes," she came clean.
The elderly woman shook her head and sighed in response. "Why Karen?" she asked, in a disappointed fashion.
She thought about the question for a couple of moments. What should she do? Come up with some lie? Or tell Margo about how she needed the cash to help out her brother? Either way, Mrs Paxton wouldn't be happy with her reply. There's simply no good excuse for making porn with your own son, now is there? But, she opted for the latter.
"I needed the money, Margo," she replied, in a remorseful approach, as she raised her head to make eye contact.
"Why do you need the money?" she pushed the golden frame of her glasses up. "You've got a stable job."
"It's complicated."
"Karen, if you want my assistance, then you're going to have to tell me."
She expelled a downhearted sigh. "Do you remember that time I came into your office to ask you for a substitute?" she asked, and after the principal nodded, she proceeded by telling her the entire story. About how her brother was diagnosed with a coronary disease and about how expensive his surgeries turned out to be, the whole spiel. However, the part she left out was the role that Vivian played in it all.
Margo thought about Karen's disclosure for a moment. "To be frank with you, I wasn't expecting to hear that," she replied.
"Am I gonna get fired now?"
The principal sighed in response. "No," she said, and eased Karen of her worries. "Good teachers are hard to find nowadays. And you're an exceptional one at that."
"Thank you so much, Margo," she replied earnestly, as she felt like a ton of bricks had been taken of her shoulders. "I was sweating bullets there for a while."
"However, you will cease in making these video's at once. If one of the parents of the school finds out about this, it could produce a catastrophic result for the school. And I would hate to see how the community would crucify you."
Karen's head slowly dropped in sequence of hearing that. "How am I gonna get the rest of the money now?" she said in thought, and then re-lifted her head. "Of course, Margo," she replied. "I should have thought about that in the first place."
"Yes, you should have," she spoke firmly. "But, since nobody else has information on this matter, no damage has been done," the principal assured her. "You may leave now. Just make sure you stop immediately, Karen," she urged her employee. "I can only do so much to help you."
"I will. Again, thank you, Margo..." she replied as she got to her feet. "You're a lifesaver," she added and then turned to leave. But two things didn't sit right with her, so she turned back. "Margo," she said.
The elderly woman raised her head to discontinue from concentrating on the documents she had returned her attention to. "Yes."
"Aren't you disgusted with what my son and I have been up to?" asked Karen, as she found the old woman's incredible amount of tolerance on the whole situation to be extraordinary.
"No," she shook her head, and then dropped it to refocus on her documents.
Well that was an unsatisfactory answer. She needed to know more. "Is there a reason behind that?"
Margo lifted her head again, and thought about the question for a couple of moments. "You have the ability to keep a secret... don't you?" she raised her eyebrows.
"Of course," she nodded and perked up.
"I haven't confided in anybody on this subject," she paused. "But seeing as you can relate," Margo cleared her throat. "Excluding the pornographic factor, the relationship you and your son share, is quite similar to the one I share with my own," she smiled.
Well what were the odds of that? "Okay," Karen smiled back at her. "But I still have one last question for you," she added. "How did you find out about me and my son?"
"Yes, well. My son Gregory is one of the subscribers on your site," she revealed. "And when he asked me to watch one of your videos with him, I recognised you."
"Okay," she replied, now completely satisfied. "I'll see you later, Margo," she then exited the office, closed the door, and discharged a sigh of relief. "That was a close one," she whispered.
Yes, Karen was happy about the fact that she would get to keep her job, but she was also unsettled about no longer having an outlet to pay for her brother's final surgery. Hence, she shook her head in disappointment. In addition to her displeasure, it also seemed cruel how this would happen just as she started to actually enjoy making the videos.
But that being said, perhaps those new videos, which accommodated her in a sexual sense, coupled with the quality of Aaron's camera were the true things to blame for her brand new predicament. It's funny how life always finds a way to throw a monkey wrench into your plans. Her next move was to head back upstairs, where she re-entered the staffroom. "What did Margo want?" her best friend asked her, after she retook her seat.
"She found out about the videos of me and Dylan."
"What?" she said, with a shocked expression on her face, "How?"
"Umm..." she paused, as she remembered telling Margo that she had the 'ability to keep a secret'. "I didn't ask her. I was just happy she didn't take it to the school board to get me fired."
Vivian contemplated over her response for a moment or two. "It turns out our plan has a flaw, after all," she said softly.
"Yep," she replied. "And we just needed a few more weeks to get the final surgery out of the way too."
"So I take it she told you, you have to stop?"
"Mm-hmm," Karen nodded and then sighed. "That's the stipulation if I want to keep my job."
In a dispirited fashion, they sat in silence for a moment. "Don't worry, Ka," she said, in reaction to the glum look on her best friend's face. "We'll think of a plan," Vivian added. And then the bell that indicated the end of the school children's lunch break sounded.
Later that night, Dylan exited Justin's Golf GTI. "Good work out today," he told him. "I'll see you tomorrow," Dylan added and then shut the door. Subsequently, he entered the house, went up stairs and entered his bedroom. Once he placed his gym bag down and removed his hoodie, he exited his room and then headed downstairs to feeds his dogs.
On completion of that, he walked back upstairs, down the hallway and then entered the room of his mother. "Where's Mom?" he said softly, as he noticed her bedroom was unoccupied. Thereafter, he approached her closed bathroom door and knocked on it. "Mom, are you in there?"
"Yeah," she answered. "Come in."
Accordingly, he opened the door and entered her bathroom. He found his naked mother relaxing inside her bathtub, with a glass of wine, and had her hair tied up, so as to avoid getting it wet. "Why are you bathing so early tonight?"
"Come... sit," she replied, while patting the rim of the tub. "I need to tell you something." After Dylan approached her and sat where she suggested, she continued to speak by informing him about the bad news.
"So no more videos, huh?" he said, in a disenchanted manner. He too was now concerned about his uncle's final procedure. To come this far and trip over the last hurdle seemed stupid.
"Mm-hmm," she nodded. "I've been stressed out about it the whole day," she sighed. "I could really use a massage."
Happy to oblige, he removed his shirt, shoes, trousers, socks and underwear. As his mother scooted up and leaned forward for him, he placed a foot into the tub and slipped in behind her. "So what's the plan now?" he asked, as he raised his hands to commence on manipulating her shoulders with the firm use of his thumbs.
"Mmmm," she discharged a moan in response to the magic of his fingers, as her eyes closed. And as a result of hearing the natural sound of that moan, his manhood began its slow rise up the root of her spine. His young... sue him. "I really don't know, sweetie," she expelled another relaxed moaned. "Nor do I want to talk about it. I just wanna sit back and enjoy my son's massage."
With the use of his thumbs, he continued to rub slow, soothing circles into her shoulders and neck muscles for a little while, as he eased his mother of her tension. He then moved his hands lower and began working on the upper section of her back and shoulder blades, which generated a few extra blissful moans from her. He loved the soft feeling of his mother's skin. It was like sinking your fingers into butter.
He slowly rubbed his way down the soft length of her back, submerging his hands into the bathwater as they descended, and then gradually worked his way back up her spine, until he was soothingly caressing her shoulders again. "Mmm, you're good at this," she complimented him, semi-audibly. "I should have started making you rub my back years ago."
Dylan smirked in response to her remark, and then unhurriedly worked his magic fingers up and down the smooth length of her back five more times. He then leaned back and let his mother's head rest against his chest. "Thank you, sweetie," she expressed her gratitude as she turned her head by a few degrees, now feeling as relaxed as ever before. "That was wonderful."
He gently kissed the side of her forehead. "Any time, Mom," he replied, and closed his eyes as she did so too. They quietly lounged inside the tub and let time float by, as they simply sat and enjoyed each other's company. This was a really nice, intimate and sensual moment Karen shared with her son. She never would've guessed that forming a sexual relationship with him could bring them so much closer together. My, my life is weird... yet surprisingly good.
"I staring to prune up," she informed him, a little over ten minutes later. "Let's get out," she added, placed her hands on the rim of the tub and push herself upwards, which make her butt cheeks come within a few inches of his face.
He sat and watched his mother get to her feet, and enjoyed seeing the sight of bathwater cascading down the ivory skin that topped off her trim figure. Damn! He couldn't get over how sexy this woman was. After watching her step out of the bathtub, he placed his left forearm on its rim, to lean on it, as he watched his mom's ass cheeks alternate between shifting up and down, during her stride towards her towel rack.
Fully aware of his gawking eyes, she made her buns move that way on purpose. Mm-hmm, Karen had some moves you didn't know about. With his cock hard as nails, and as she grabbed a towel to wrap it around her wet body, he pushed himself out of the tub and sat down on the rim of it, as he placed his feet on the tub's second and highest footstep.
The white towel that was now neatly wrapped and tied around his mother's body covered her from her chest to the upper section of her thighs. It sort of looked like she was wearing a really skimpy sundress. Subsequently, she approached her bathroom's counter, where she reached for her toothbrush and toothpaste. That's when Dylan got to his feet, walked down the two steps and slowly approached his mother, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
As she uncapped the tube of her toothpaste and started applying it to her brush, he slowly moved his arms around her waist and placed his hands on the countertop. He then slowly dropped his face and kissed the right-hand side of her neck. "Mmm," she moaned softly, relaxing her shoulders, as she slightly tilted her head to the left, during the slow drop of the hands that carried her brush and paste.
After planting her neck with another delicate kiss, her hands touched the countertop, but didn't let go of her utensils. He then lowered his hips, arched the small of his back, and slowly snuck his solid member under the hem of her white towel. As he slowly moved his member in between her legs, he raised his hips and gently pressed the roof of his pre-cum seeping crown against the opening of her birth-canal.
"Look Mom... no cameras," he whispered in her ear, and turned her on by an extra few notches. Accordingly, he raised his hips a little higher and made her groan, as her vertical lips were slowly pierced open by his stretched cock.
"Ah, Dylan," she cried his name softly, as he continued to raise his hips and sink the extent of his manhood into her pussy.
After the complete length of his rigid member entered the opening of her crotch area, he kissed the side her neck once more. But the fact that he had reached the end of his rope didn't stop him, the slow rise of his hips continued, which forced Karen to whimper as she relinquished her toothbrush and toothpaste, so as to firmly place her hands down on the countertop, as he slowly lifted her off her heels and made her get onto her toes.
While balancing the weight of his mom on his cock, he used his feet to step forward by a few more inches, making her tip toe onwards as well, until her thighs came into contact with the counter's smooth wooden door. He then proceeded by firmly pushing down on the countertop, as he slowly got onto his toes, and, very much like a forklift, completely lifted her feet off of the tiled bathroom floor in the powerful motion.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh," she let out a long husky groan, as her head fell back, chest pushed out, and upper back rested against his chin, all of which kept her body upright, as her fingertips intensely pressed down on the countertop. I'm not quite sure if anybody's been this deep in pussy before.
After about nine more glorious seconds of keeping his impaled mother suspended in the air with her eyes close and mouth wide open, he slowly got back onto his heels and gradually dropped his hips, until they were both flat on their feet again. He then raised his right hand and pushed her upper back forward, making her take half a step back in the action, until her towel covered tits were flat on the countertop.
With her feet now a foot or so away from the counter, he hiked the hem of her towel up and threw it over her hips, which exposed her ivory butt cheeks. He then firmly placed his hands under her towel and on the sides of her hips, as he extracted the length of his pussy surrounded cock, to bury it back inside her with the forceful use of his hips. "Aanngghh," his mom grunted.
As soon as his pelvic region crashed against her taut buns, he bounced off of them and shoved his cock back inside her. "Aaahhh," she husked, in sync with the sound of their flesh slapping together. If this was five months ago, he would've blown his load by now, but the past few months with his mother has turned him into quite the cock-smith.
As he continued to robustly crash his pelvis against her ass, while sawing the extent of his manhood in and out of her womanhood, he enjoyed seeing his mother's face in the large mirror in front of them, as it contorted into all sorts of shapes, during her numerous expulsions of grunts, groans, moans and cries in response to the vigorous motion of his thrusts. He could tell she was on the brink of cumming.
So like a construction worker ploughing his way through a slab of concrete, with the powerful use of his jackhammer, Dylan picked up the pace and ploughed his way in and out of her pussy at the rapid speed of four thrusts per second. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," his mother's quick cries matched the rapid sound of their flesh colliding.
About twenty seconds later, at the abrupt cease of her cries, Karen's knees all of a suddenly buckled and eyes rolled back, as she crumbled into her looming orgasm, coating his probing member with her orgasmic juices in the euphoric sensation. Knowing that he had met his objective, he slowed down the tempo of his speedy thrusts, into slow strokes, as she recovered by panting with her face in the sink.
And once her breathing regulated into a stable rhythm, he completely withdrew the length of his shaft for her sex. In return, Karen pushed against the countertop, as she spun around to face him, and while looking into his eyes with a subtle smile on her face, she unfastened her towel and let it plunge to the tiled floor. Her son then moved in, enfolded his arms around her waist, and firmly clasped her ass cheeks with his respective hands, as his lips moved in to mesh with hers.
During the commencement of them making out, Karen's arms flew around his neck, her legs lunged upwards to wrap around his waist, and the finger tips on her right hand commenced on massaging his skull. With her taut butt cheeks still in the safe clutches of his palms, she loosened the grip of her left arm from around his neck, slowly lowering her frame in the process, until the tip of his rigid manhood pierce open her wet vertical lips.
At a median pace, they tilted their heads from side to side, as their tongues alternated in between which mouth they would tango in, while her body maintained its gradual decent, widening her penetrated pussy lips to a further extent. Once his reproductive organ was completely surrounded by the inner walls of her birth canal once more, he raised her body, arched the small of his back, and dropped her frame in a reoccurring sequence as he rhythmically began on sawing his way in and out of her glistening womanhood.
About a minute later, the flowing movement of lifting and dropping his mother's weight onto his cock, during their heated exchange of saliva, came to an abrupt end. Instead, he opened his eyes, glanced over her shoulder, and then took a couple of steps forwards to approach the counter. As soon as the small of Karen's back gently bumped against the edge of the counter, he withdrew his lips from hers.
In return, she untangled her arms from the segment of his neck, and placed her hands down on the countertop. Accordingly, Dylan relinquished her ass cheeks, and as he took a step back, he placed his arms behind his back to clam his hands together, which trapped her crossed ankles in between his forearms. He then commenced on energetically bucking his hips, which in effect, produced the animated bounce of his penetrated mom.
That action also generated a continuous, meaty, clapping sound, and initiated the entertaining bounce of her tits as well. In addition, he did this while looking deep into her beautiful green eyes, as if he wanted her to know it was indeed her son doing this to her. "I'll never get tired of fucking this woman," he said in though, as he continued to bounce his impaled mother on his pelvis.
A few moments later, as he continued to pound her, he turned his head to take a quick glance at the closed bathroom door. He then unlocked his hands, removed them from behind his back, and placed his arms around her torso, as he pulled her chest back into his. And as he was doing so, she removed her hands from the countertop, to rewrap her arms around his neck.
On cue with the resumption of their steamy make out session, he turned them both by ninety-degrees, and took a few steps forward to approach the bathroom's closed door. After reaching it, he opened his eyes, looked over her left shoulder, and as her tongue swirled inside his mouth, he removed his right arm from the region of her back to place his hand on the door handle.
Once he pushed down the handle and pulled the door open, he took a couple of steps back to watch the door drift past them. He then swaggered his way through the frame of the bathroom's exit, with his cock still buried deep within her, and entered his mother's bedroom to advanced towards her bed. As she locked his upper in between her candy pink ones, he spun around, and took a seat on the edge of her bed.
In addition, he placed his hands on her mattress behind him, in a way that prevented his torso from falling backwards. Doing all of this made him regret his trip to the gym earlier. After about two more minutes of kissing like lust driven teenage lovers, with his member lodged inside her, she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, bending her knees and placing her feet over the edge of the bed in the process, and removed her arms from around his neck, as she broke the lock of their lips.
She then placed her hands behind her head to untie her fluorescent blonde hair, and after a quick neck whip, she placed her hands on his shoulders. Accordingly, his mother pushed her body upwards, which dragged the clenching lips of her pussy up his pole, and once only the crown of his rigid member was left inside her, she slammed her way back down his shaft, immediately bounced back up off his lap, and then slammed back down to bounce back up again.
Dylan sat back and watched his mother cowgirl him, while irregularly whipping her hair from shoulder to shoulder, as her bouncing tits jiggled and wiggled in response to her energetic riding skills. But somewhere around the hundredth time of her slamming down on his cock, she didn't bounce back up. Instead, her mouth dropped open, head fell back and tits jutted out as her body suddenly shuddered into her second orgasm.
As her pussy lips tightened their grip around his stretched member, he pushed the hands of his extended arms a little further back, raised his hips and pulled her further onto the bed as her body continued to tremble. And once her head finally dropped back down, he moved his hands under the silky smooth regions of her underarms, to place them on her shoulders.
Immediately, he pulled her chest into his, and then rolled to the side, until his body was on top of hers. He then lowered his face and started making out with her again, as he began on slowly retracting and pushing the length of his cock, from and into her womanhood, in a repetitive sequence. "Mmmm," she purred, as they smooched during the slow sawing action of his stiff member.
Roughly a minute later, as their lips broke apart, Karen spoke. "Sweetie," she whispered. "Fuck me harder," his mother requested, with a vast amount of hunger for animalistic sex evident in her eyes. Clearly, this tender love making tactic of his wasn't working.
Compiling with his mother's appeal, he withdrew the length of his cock, rammed his way back inside her, and continued with more rapid and forceful thrusts, as he concurrently pulled her shoulders downwards, so that her pelvis would clash into the strong rams of his wood. "Aaaaahhhhh! yeeesssss..." she panted. "Fuck me just like that, sweetie!" her voice acutely pitched up in reaction to a fierce thrust, as she tried to use his moniker.
He continued to fuck the utter shit out of his mom, which caused her to moan, whimper, praise him, cry, murmur, grunt, cuss and groan with passion, until her legs suddenly wrapped around his waist, squeezing it like a python would do to its prey, as her body violently shook into her third glorious orgasm. She then commenced on panting, as if she had just completed a fifty mile long marathon, as she slowly came back down to earth and unlocked her legs from around his waist.
"Sweetie..." Karen panted, as she tapped his back. "I'm exhausted," she informed him, in a way that indicated she wanted him to let up. Hearing her plead, he pulled his rigid member out from her womanhood and rolled onto his back to lie down beside his mom.
The fact that his cock was still standing tall insulted every fibber of her being. But it didn't deter her. She'd make him cum, one way or another. Accordingly, she dismounted her bed, and as she stood in front of her son, she stuck out her arm for him to grab her by the hand. Once he did, Karen pulled as she helped him sit up and move back to the edge of the bed.
She then got down on her knees, and all while making intense eye contact with him, she dropped her head and locked the crown of his rigid member in between her lips. The shame she felt as she did this was now merely a trend of the past. As her candy pink lips sank lower, she sucked the sweet residues of her own pussy liquids thoroughly off of his cock, until her lips were securely wrapped around his base.
She then slowly sucked her way back up to the head of his pole, and after reaching it, commenced on swiftly bobbing her head up and down his stubborn cock. "Ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga, ga," were the sounds she made as she repetitively lodged his crown into her oesophagus.
A couple of minutes in on receiving brisk bobs of succulent head, Dylan pushed down on the bed, and got onto his feet. He then placed his right hand on the back of her cranium, so as to slow down the rapid rate of her blowie, and once her head came to a complete stand still, he slowly pushed his member all the way back into the depths of her oral passage.
"Mom?" he said, with his hand still firmly holding the back of her head, which made her vividly green eyes roll upwards to look into his.
"Ges," she responded.
"What do you have in your mouth right now?"
She slurped and exhaled before she replied. "Guy sung's gock," the gooey mix of saliva and pre-cum slashed onto his "gock" as she spoke.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" he turned his head to show her his ear. "I couldn't quite hear you."
"Guy..." she slurped, "sung's gock."
"One last time," he dropped his head a little lower.
She frowned at him.
"Just kidding," he said with a smile. He absolutely loved hearing her talk like that, and she knew it. After placing his second hand on her head, she opened her mouth widely. He then commenced on vigorously thrusting his hips back and forth, which produced a moist knocking sounds as she went "ga, ga, ga," until his balls finally contracted.
As soon as she felt the vigorous pulsation of his cock, she quickly clamped her lips around his shaft. And as the torrents of his hot mayo gushed out, his mother sucked, sucked, sucked, sucked, sucked, sucked and sucked the last drop of his cum clean out of his hose, completely draining his jizz containers of their bountiful stock in the thorough process.
She then tilted her head back and opened her lips, as she showed him the thick white pool of his cum in her mouth. She then closed her mouth, gulped loudly, and reopened her maw to stick out her tongue. "Mmmm, yummy," she said with a smile. I must say, those videos have turned Karen into quite a kinky girl.
After getting back to her feet, she mounted her bed and crawled under her covers. Her son followed suit, getting behind her as he did, where he placed his right arm under her head and his left arm over her torso, to affectionately cuddle with his mother. "I love you, Mom," he whispered, feeling exhausted, as his closed his eyes.
"I love you too, sweetie," she whispered back and closed her eyes as well.
About an hour later, Dylan was accidentally awakened by the sound of his mother's chattering voice. But he couldn't make out what she was saying. He pretty drained. His long and boring day at school, added with the intense work out session he accomplished at the gym, fused with the heated sexual session he had with his mom on his returned home had taken a lot out of him. All he wanted to do was sleep at this point.
But apparently that wasn't about to happen. Who is she talking to? What are they talking about? And most importantly, why won't they stop talking? Aww man, this was pretty annoying. All he wanted to do was sleep. But, somehow, and somewhere at the end of her chattering, he managed to pull out of his discombobulated state of mind. "You tomorrow... bye," was the only part he was able to hear clearly.
"Mom?" he husked, blinking repetitively, as he stretched his back.
"Yeah," she replied softly, and dropped her head to rest it on his right arm.
He yawned. "Who were you talking to?"
"Vivian," she said, while bringing her right hand up to doodle on his chest with the use of a finger.
"Oh," he closed his eyes.
"She came up with a plan we could use to get the rest of the money."
He reopened his eyes and turned his headed to face her. "What is it?"
Karen wiggled her body to get on her stomach, and then raised her torso with the use of her left forearm. "It's pretty crazy, I can tell you that much."
Three days later, at a quarter to ten on a Saturday night, Dylan and Karen drove through the entrance of a dodgy looking abandoned site. With the headlights of her vehicle illuminating the somewhat dark path ahead of them, Karen drove up the gentle slope of the bricked road they were on. A few yards up, she made a bending left turn, and drove up yet another gentle slope, to make a right turn, which brought them into the location of parking lot.
The parking lot was packed with all sorts of cars, ranging from the moderately cheep to the rather expensive. In addition to this spot, it was illuminated by a line of streetlights that were situated in the centre of the lot, and by the outside lights of a large bricked warehouse, which stood a few yards away from the parking lot.
After finding an empty spot in which she could park in, Karen pulled up her handbrake and switched off her car. She then reached into her handbag, to pull out her cell phone, and after pressing a few buttons on the touch screen, she placed it against her ear. "Yeah, we're here," she spoke after a few low ringing sounds.
Subsequently to a few words in reply, from whoever she was talking to, she then turned her head to look at the warehouse. "Mm-hmm... Okay," she dropped the phone, and then placed it inside her handbag. "This way," she told her son, as she opened her door.
Once they exited the vehicle and shut the doors, they walked out of the parking lot, through a patch of grass, and then on a concrete pathway that was placed alongside the large warehouse, as they made their way to its rear end. As they made a left turn to enter an alleyway, which was created by a high wall and the warehouse, and was illuminated by a single light, they bump into a black haired gentleman. He was facing away from them, and was talking on his cell phone.
In addition to this man, he had a cigarette in his other hand, and was dressed in a tailor-made, elegant looking black suit. Behind him was another man. He was a 6"4', muscular, bald, black guy, who had his arms folded and was standing in front of a closed white door. He looked like a bouncer or a bodyguard of some sort. Moreover, he was also dress in a black suit. It wasn't as elegant as the other guy's suit, but it was a suit nonetheless.
"I don't care, Ari! Just make sure you fucking get it done!" the Englishman yelled into his phone, to drop it on completion. "Fucking tit," he added, as he placed his phone into the pocket of his jacket, and then brought his right hand up to take a drag out of his smoke.
That accent could only belong to one person. "Aaron?" Karen assumed.
The well-groomed man turned around to see who was calling him. "Ah, Karen," he opened his arms as he approached her. "You finally made it. And, looking lovely as always," Vivian's husband complimented her, as he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.
"Why thank you, Aaron," she replied with a smile. "This is my son, Dylan."
"Yes, how you doing lad?" he tossed his cigarette and stretched out his arm.
"Good," he replied, as he shook his hand.
"For as long as I've known your mum here, it's a shock we haven't met before."
"Yeah," he said, as he chuckled in a nervous kind of way.
"Where's um, Vivian?" asked Karen.
"Inside," Aaron replied. "Come... let's get this done," he added and led the way to the guarded entrance.
Once the large man by the door stepped aside and pushed it open for them, Dylan, completely by accident, noticed the black piece of mental that was tucked into the brawny man's waist, as his jacket opened up during the extension of his arm. Aaron then led them through a well lit corridor and stopped at a closed door, which he opened for them, as they all entered the room.
The two people that were sitting and conversing inside this room were Vivian, and another man, who was also dressed in a stylish suit. But his one was grey. "Karen, Dylan, this is Danny. One of my business partners," Aaron introduced them, as he and Vivian got to their feet.
"Nice to meet you," she said with a smile, as she shook Danny's hand.
"Likewise," he nodded, and shook Dylan's hand as well.
"And of course you know who this is," Aaron added as he moved to stand next to his wife.
Karen smiled. "Of course," she said with a nod.
"Okay, right, now that's everybody's been acquainted," he cleared his throat. "Let's get to business. Right, the money that you guys need has already been collected, and as my wife has informed you, all the proceeds will go to you. All you need to do is go out there and on a show."
"We know," Karen nodded.
"Do we have any questions?" Aaron looked at the unresponsive people in the room. "Alright then," he added and lifted his arm up to check the time on his platinum Rolex. "Five more minutes until the show starts, folks. Let's be on our way."
Once they all exited the room, they walked a little further down the corridor and stopped at the entrance of a large hall, which was guarded by yet another large man. "Dylan, Karen," said Aaron. "I need you two to stay right here, and to come in as soon as I call your names. Got it?" he asked.
After they nodded, Aaron, Vivian, Danny and the large man by the entrance walked through the two wooden doors of the hall, closing them behind them as they did, which left both Dylan and his mother outside to lie in wait.
"You nervous?" Karen asked her son.
"A little," he nodded as he exhaled.
"Me too," she replied. "This is the last thing we need to do... and then it's all over."
"Now as you all know!" Aaron's voice boomed through the spacious room behind the two closed doors, as Karen and Dylan cut their conversation to listen to his opening speech. "Due to some unforeseen circumstances, this is the last opportunity you'll get to see your favourite internet couple in action... which is why we're all here today.
But before we get this show on the road, I'm going to warn you about something first. The four gentlemen you see standing in the corners of the room are armed. So if any of you fuck-heads have any daft ideas within your tiny little minds! Or if you come within an inch between the ropes surrounding this fucking bed! You won't be around to regret it. Are we clear...? Right, so without further ado, gentlemen... and ladies, Sam and Mellissa Harris!"
As the crowd started to applaud, Karen grabbed Dylan by the hand and smiled at her son. "Let's do this," she gave him a wink.
"For Uncle Carl," he extended her sentence as he squeezed her hand.
They then pushed the two doors open and entered the large room that contained the seated multitude of their applauding fans.