Your mother or your girlfriend?

All the characters portrayed in this story are 18 years of age or older. It's been a few weeks since David confronted his mother after catching her kissing his friend on the night of the football party. She didn't seem the least bit worried about his accusations, but gave him a violent punch just to ensure his silence. Of course, once David submitted to his mother's dismal seduction, he wasn't in a position to tell stories to his father. David sort of kept thinking about his mother after his abrupt masturbation, hoping that she might be seduced into doing it again or even going a little further. He knew it was wrong, but after the hand job his mother gave him, he couldn't think of anything else. He was horny all the time, constantly getting hard-on whenever she was around and there was nothing he could do about it. Unfortunately, after engaging him, Marcia didn't pay much attention to her son's longing glances or his stuttering compliments. Everything was normal at the Clark house, and as far as 'getting some' was concerned, David was out in the dating trenches like all his friends. Well, not exactly like all of his friends. Although David was an athlete and a reasonably handsome young man, he really didn't have much luck with girls. His problem was basically lack of self-confidence. Many of his friends were fucking everywhere, if you could believe them. They were comfortable with the girls at school. The girls would approach them and flirt with them and these guys would flirt back, groping and groping these girls in a way that David found totally rude. And they would be the guys who always got lucky. That never seemed to happen with David. If he put his hand on a girl's shoulder at school, she would invariably look at him the way ice cube pendants form in the cupboards. There was a girl he'd been going out with lately. Her name was Amy and she and David got along very well. She was beautiful in a sort of homely way. All curly blond hair, fluffy sweaters buttoned up to the neck and long pleated skirts that went down to the knees. David liked her very much and decided to ask her out for the weekend. Her parents were going to a party and the house would be empty. His mother answered the door when she arrived on Saturday night "Hello Mrs. Clark!...I'm Amy Anders!...David invited me!.." said the shy, smiling young woman when Marcia opened the door for her. Amy grabbed the stack of books she was carrying against her chest when she walked in. She was wearing a sleek pink sweater, a long, tight skirt. "Oh, hello Amy!... David told me you were coming... Come in!" said Marcia a little hurriedly as she stood at the door adjusting an earring. It was obvious that she was going out. Marcia was all dressed up in a black party dress with a deep neckline that displayed her magnificent neckline in a more dramatic way. Her wavy mane of black hair fell skillfully to her shoulders. Her eyes and lips were heavily made up, giving her a very sensual appearance. Her earrings matched her long pearl necklace that shone brightly against the bronzed curves of her breasts. "You look very pretty, Mrs. Clark!" said Amy. "Thank you, dear! David! Amy is here!" Mary shouted in the hallway. David heard the doorbell ring and was heading out into the hall when his mother called his name. "All right, sweetie!... Let's blow that soda stall!..." David's father, John, said cheerfully as he walked down the top of the stairs. "Oh, hello!" he said with a wide smile, slowing down when he noticed Amy. "Dad, this is Amy!... I mentioned that she would come first!... I invited her to study a little... Then we'll eat pizza and watch a movie!..." "A pizza and a movie!... You bet!... One of those horror movies with hockey masks and chainsaws where your girlfriend gets all freaked out and melts into your comforting arms!... Looks like fun!. .. What do you say, dear!... Do you want to leave the party?... " John joked, looking maliciously at his wife and winking lustfully at Amy. "Father!" he groaned. "John!...Stop playing!...We're already late enough!..." David's mother said impatiently, rolling her eyes at Amy. "You two be good!... We won't be too late!... " Marcia said as she dragged her laughing husband out the door. David was embarrassed, not so much because of his father, but because of what he had said. In fact, David had rented two very successful horror movies and had every intention of trying to take advantage of Amy if and when the opportunity arose. Everything was going pretty much according to plan. The study was just a rushed review and they wrapped it up quickly. When the pizza arrived, David poured out two glasses of wine and they ate in the kitchen. When they were done, David refilled Amy's glass of wine and they went into the living room to watch the big-screen TV. They were both savoring the wine and soon Amy was cozying up in the fold of David's arm, shivering as the confusion and dismemberment unfolded on the big screen. David finally mustered up the courage to turn Amy's face to his and kiss her. Amy didn't object, and in fact, David was surprised when her little tongue slipped between his lips and down halfway down his throat. "Mmmm!...What a nice David!...I like the way you kiss!..." the blonde mumbled when they finally managed to breathe. "Unnnn!... Shit, Amy!... Wow!... I'm so glad that you came!..." David answered with enthusiasm. Amy pulled him back for another round of kisses. "Wait a minute while I"... David finally managed to exhale, standing up and turning off the lights. He turned around on the couch and grabbed one of Amy's laughing arms. Soon all pretense of watching the movie vanished and the two young men were fighting on the couch. David was getting feverishly excited with Amy's little wet tongue struggling in his mouth like a broken-rooter. Whenever they stopped for air, her lips would slide towards his ear, where she would groan with contentment. It didn't take long for one of David's hands to rise and hold Amy's young, nude breast through the sweater. It was as firm as a softball with an elongated nipple that David could feel clearly in the palm of his hand, even through the bra and sweater. Amy pressed her lips against his in response to the caresses and writhed with her anxious touch. David's stick soon became fully erect and pressed urgently against the front of his pants as he groped the blonde on the couch. But when he tried to shove his hand under her sweater to grab her breasts, Amy moaned... "Unnn!...No!...David!...Wait!...Like that baby!...Please!...That's cool!..." as she grabbed his hand and pulled it back into her sweater-covered chest. David was content to do what Amy asked for a while, but as all that French kissing got hotter and hotter, he was soon trying to hit her breasts again and Amy again defended him with laughter, protests and little moans of affection. She let him press his palm against her erection through his pants, but as soon as he let go of his little hand, she slid it over her thigh, which she squeezed warmly. "Please, Amy!...Just touch it for me!...Just play a little with it!..." David finally pleaded, pulling her hand back to his aching erection. "It's just...!...Oh David!...I don't want to go too fast!...We can't just...!"... Amy groaned, pulling David's face back towards it. her for more sloppy kisses as she pulled her hand away from her tension tool and back to her thigh. David groaned in frustrated excitement as he gave another tight hug to the writhing little blonde. Actually, it wasn't too late when Martha and John left the party. They were having fun, but it turned out that the crowd was a little older, so things ended a little early and everyone went home in different directions. Marcia put John's dick in the car for the ride, giving him a little pre-sex warm-up for when they got home. She sat well away from him, reaching into the seat to masturbate him. She moved her hands away from him when he grabbed her and then started shaking her penis again. Whenever they stopped at a stoplight, she leaned in John's direction, so that her melon-sized breasts almost fell off the skirt of his dress and she shook them at him. "Keep it up, you bitch!...Keep shaking them up like that and you'll be walking with your legs arched for a week when I get home!..." John growled in excitement, bowing helplessly before his wife's tempting fingers. "You've always been such a gentle talker!...Be careful or I'll take you right out here and you can spend the rest of the evening watching the late, late, late show alone!..." Marcia teased, giving her husband's dick a flurry of frantic caresses that left him gasping with excitement. "All right!...All right!...I give!...Calm down!" John groaned, his testicles swaying as he writhed under his wife's lecherous fist. Marcia just smiled at him like the cat that was about to eat the canary as she gave him a slow but still incendiary handshake. When they pulled up in the garage, Marcia's hand was dripping on John's sticky pretzel. She skillfully put it back on the doorknob, wiped the palm of her greasy hand off the front of his trousers, and got out of the car while John tried to drag her to him by the car seat. As she walked towards the house she noticed that Amy's car was still parked in front. John was right behind her and when they came in he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her back against him, rubbing her erection against his delicious ass. "Wait!" Martha whispered as John began to grope her. "There's something going on here!" she muttered as she walked into the room. From the doorway, in the dim light of the flickering TV screen, John and Marcia could see a sneaker sluggishly swaying in the air over the back of the sofa. Marcia turned over on the couch while John remained at the door. What she saw was her son lying on top of his girlfriend, his butt covered by his pants rubbing against the small lying figure that was barely visible below him. John slightly increased the dimmer of the light at the moment when Marcia exclaimed... "What exactly is going on here?" David was so excited that it took him another second to figure out what was going on, but when he realized that his father was at the door and his mother was hovering over him, he jumped off the couch, looking at the two of them in shock and shame. Amy also sat up straight, smoothing her blouse and skirt with trembling hands while carefully avoiding looking at David's mother. "Mom!...Dad!...Hi!..You got home early!...We're...unnn!...We were just...unnn...watching the movie! .." David stuttered awkwardly, kind of bending at the waist to try to hide the huge erection that was sticking out through his tight pants. But there was no way to hide the big, greasy, moist spot of pre-sex that was spread all over the front of his groin after all the time he spent rolling around on the couch with Amy. "Yes, dear!... They were just watching the movie"... John said, barely repressing a chuckle. "Why don't we leave these two and go to bed...!" Marcia turned to her husband and gave him a warning look. "Go ahead, John!... There's something I'd like to say to this young lady!..." John was a little surprised by his wife's nervous attitude, but he knew it was better to annoy her when she was in that kind of mood. It seemed like he wanted to say something more, but then he shrugged his shoulders, turned around, and went up the stairs. Marcia went around the couch and stood in front of Amy and next to her son. "Well, miss, what exactly have you two been doing?" "Mom!...Look!...We really weren't doing anything!...You don't need to"... David stuttered. But Marcia turned to her son with her eyes shining... "I didn't ask you, I asked you, David!... But I'll be interested to hear what you have to say about... about all this... in a minute!..." she said, looking sharply at the large wet spot on the front of her pants. David bit his lip and timidly looked away from his mother's angry stare. "Honestly, Mrs. Clarke!... We were just watching the movie and kissing a little... It's really not a big deal... Maybe I should just go"... Amy said calmly, without raising her eyes. "Oh, you're not going anywhere, little lady!... I don't think you fully realize the kind of trouble you two may be getting into here!... And I'm not talking to myself!... Amy, I'm sure you know what this is about, don't you?... " Marcia asked, pressing her finger out on the big wet spot that stained the front of David's pants. David shivered when his mother did this. It turns out that the tip of her finger was poking the sensitive crown of his penis and his balls swayed gently with his rough touch. Apparently Marcia wanted her question to be clear because she left her hand where it was, her finger clawing belligerently at David's young, responsive penis. "There comes a point when having a little fun can go too far and have serious consequences!" "Mother!...We are not children!...We don't need sermons!...Oooohhh!..." David groaned as his mother thrust the head of his penis through his pants between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly. "Ah, you're not children!...That's obvious!..." Marcia growled, manipulating her son's well-defined tool with a provocative touch. "Unnnn!... Ohhhhh!... Nooo!..." David groaned softly again as his penis began to swell obscenely through his pants under his mother's tense fingers. "And you don't need a lecture, do you?... Well, David?... Do you think that you and your little friend can just go ahead and do whatever you want without any consequences?... Have you two considered where this kind of thing can lead to?... " Marcia asked with a mocking smile as she felt her son's erection begin to throb under her shameless caresses. She closed her fist on his shaft stretched across his pants and gave him a burning grip. "Naahhhhh!...Mom!...No!..." David groaned, even as he bent down and tried to remove his mother's hand from his now throbbing erection. "Stop it!" said Marcia, reaching up behind David's ass and clasping her free hand into his balls in a punitive squeeze. "Aaahhh!...Aahhh!...OK!...OK!..." David gasped in response, dropping his hands to the side of his body and lifting one foot slightly off the ground to try to relieve the nauseating pain he was feeling shooting at his groin. Marcia looked at her son with cold amusement for a moment before relieving the painful grip on his balls. When she did, she could feel the blood rising even more powerfully through David's penis as it pulsed under the palm of her hand. "Amy!...Look at me!...Casual sex is one thing!...But is that all you really want?...I mean, I'm sure you want more.!...more than that. ..more than that...just that!..." Marcia said, her eyes shining as she deftly unbuttoned the front of her son's trousers and pulled his strained erection out of his braid. "Mother!...No!..." David choked as his mother casually held her turgid tool in her hand, squeezing it tightly at the root of her penis. "David!...Mrs. Clark!...Oh my God!" Amy sobbed, looking at her shrunken boyfriend and her mother in disbelief. "Oh, don't pretend to be the indignant little girl with me, missy!... You've been playing the stick-teaser all night, by the looks of it!... And don't try to tell me you've never seen one of these before!..." Marcia laughed, pulling down the base of her son's livid erection, stretching his thin skin firmly over his swollen shaft. Time seemed to stop as the two women gazed mouth-to-mouth at the livid tool that visibly pulsated in Marcia's closed hand, and then there was a muffled sigh from Amy as a beaded stream of pre-semen began to flow from the crevice of David's pee and trickle down its shaft toward her mother's enveloping hand. "I'm surprised he's still around!" said Marcia with a chuckle as she stroked the entire length of her son's cock, lubricating the palm of her hand with the flowing sperm. Then she began to masturbate him with slow, deliberate movements, her hand sliding gently up and down in its bright erection. "David!... No!... You can't leave her!" Amy cried in disbelief, her eyes wide as she watched the lewd spectacle being enacted in front of her. But David was already losing himself in the excitement of his mother's skillful affection. "Unnn!...Yes!...No mother!...Ohhh!...Ohh God!...Please!...Unnn!...Stop!" David sang more and more faintly. He really couldn't resist bending his hips back and forth as his excitement overwhelmed him. Helpless, he began to push his penis in and out of his mother's palm, to the rhythm of his sinister masturbation. "You want more than that!...You want commitment!...A relationship!...Someone you can trust!...That's really what you want, isn't it Amy?...That's what every woman wants!..." Marcia intoned, combining the cadence of her speech with the rhythm of her dismal masturbation. Her large breasts trembled as she worked on the son and Marcia smiled as she realized that David was staring at her wavy chest. "Unnnn!...Unnnn!...Unnnn!..." he sobbed in response to his mother's provocative caresses. He stiffened all over as his balls began to rise in his groin in an impending orgasm. "Yes!...I do!...Of course I do!...David!...Please!...Make her stop!...You really don't want her to do that!..." Amy whispered, her eyes turned pleadingly to David. Marcia held back a triumphant smile as she felt her son's penis grow to an urgent stiffness under her persuasive hand. She knew he was ready to come and there was no way for him to stop him! Without Amy seeing, she moved her other hand across the back of David's pants, sliding her extended index finger between his buttocks. "Are you sure, Amy?...Are you sure you can trust him?...That's what I'm asking, dear!...If it's not all just a matter of sex to him, it's pretty easy to prove!..." said Marcia, speeding her little hand up and down her son's crimson shaft in a burst of frantic caresses. "Nahhh!...Aahhhh!....Mom!...No!....Oohhh!...God!..." he gasped, arching his back and standing on tiptoes to escape Marcia's attack. snatching the tip of his finger. This only made him strain even more frantically at the hand his mother was using for her livid erection. Marcia simply ignored her son's anguish, accompanying him with her finger outstretched. "He should save himself for you if he really cares about you!... He should be putting your interests ahead of his own!... You realize that, don't you David?... Ultimately it's all up to you isn't it?... To prove your worth to Amy?.." Marcia asked. As David's eyes moved frantically from his mother to his girlfriend, Marcia twisted her wrist behind him, grinding her sphincter while pressing her finger deep into his ass. "Wahhh!...Oh God, mother!...Nnahhh!...Stoppp!..." David sobbed, his whole body trembling in response to his mother's lewd caresses. Amy seemed to really get carried away by Mrs. Clark's futile ramblings, and she looked at David's mother and boyfriend as if everything that was happening was starting to make some sense. "Yes, David!... She's right!... Please, dear!... Just take me home and we can talk, ok?... David?... Please?" asked Amy, looking at her pleading boyfriend. At this point, Marcia stuck her sharp nail into her son's prostate and slowly twisted it into that ultra-sensitive nerve knot. "Phwahhhhh!...." David roared as his balls convulsed and a laser jet exploded from his penis and passed over Amy's shoulder. "Ohhhhh!...David!...Seriously!...You shouldn't!..." Marcia said with feigned disapproval, punching at the root of her son's vomiting stick. At the same time, she continued to tear off his tender prostate with the tip of her lasciviously pricked finger, making his balls tremble furiously. "Oh David!... Nooo!..." Amy choked, her eyes bursting with surprise and shock as her boyfriend's stick began to spit sticky ropes of fun at her. "Ahhhh!...Ahhhh!...Nnnnn!...No!..." David exclaimed in a combination of humiliation and excitement. He stood feverishly on tiptoe as his joy exploded into large bubbles of fire. He was laughing so hard under his mother's provocative hands that he thought he was going to faint. "Eewwww!...David!..." Amy cried in disgust as her boyfriend ejaculated in rapid bursts of fire that bounced off her. She tried to dodge, but David and Marcia were so close that they locked her to the couch. And David was having such a frenzied romp that no matter where she turned, she couldn't escape all that creamy semen. Before long, her hair, her face, and her little pink sweater were all decorated with elongated trails of boyish slimy goo. "Unnn!...Unnn!...Unnn!..." David groaned every time his balls quivered, throwing another barrage of sticky syrup from his groin. "Honestly David!...You are so selfish!..." Marcia scoffed as she extracted David's amusement with a skillful touch, more or less pointing her son's vomited stick in the direction of his seated girlfriend. "Ohhhh!...Unnnn!...No!..." David continued to whine. His mother only smiled at his anguish, vigorously rubbing his contracted anus while masturbating him with irresistible caresses. "Ah, what a pity!... I tried to warn you, dear!... " Marcia said with a disappointed look at Amy, who was now sobbing. She moved her fist under her son's scarlet doorknob, which she knew would be extremely sensitive now. "Naaaa!...Mom!...Ohhhh!...No!..." David pleaded as his mother thumbed vigorously back and forth over that crimson dome, forcing another series of frenzied convulsions to take over his hips. Marcia's eager caresses were becoming unbearable. David's testicles began to ache as his mother worked to empty her depleted reservoir of sperm. "A relationship needs to be built on trust... not sex!" Marcia preached as her son's turgid erection began to loosen in her hand. She moved her thumb to the base of the large vein that was engraved on the bottom of her penis and worked slowly from the base to the tip. "Unnn!...Ohhhhh!...Mother!...God!..." David cried as Marcia did this over and over to make sure she would get David's entire belly out of his sore testicles. "Aggghhhh!" he gasped as his mother carelessly pulled his long finger out of his grossly enlarged rectum. A final bubble of semen slowly trickled from his pee slit above his relentlessly squeezing hand. He literally staggered as his mother's finger came out quickly and left his anus wide open and writhing obscenely. "Oh my God!" said Marcia with affected alarm. "You didn't catch anything, did you, honey?" she asked as Amy looked unhappy at her boyfriend and all that greasy goo that was all over her. "Maybe you two need to have a talk!" the promiscuous mother said as she dropped her son's used tool and left the room. "I'm sure you two will work something out!" she said, walking away without looking at the young couple behind her. She went to the kitchen to check her phone messages and fetch a bottle of water to take to bed. She smiled broadly when she heard the front door knock a few moments later. David would slowly climb the stairs to the bed in front of her as she went up. "Good dreams, baby!" she purred, reaching out and squeezing her son's balls as they reached the upstairs level. "Unnnn!...God!..." David groaned, writhing as if he had been shot, but without looking at his mother. He went to bed, tired, while Marcia headed to the bedroom and to the poor, clueless husband. The next Friday, David came home from school and went to the living room to watch some TV. His mother was on the phone in the kitchen when he came in. It looked like she was talking to her sister. Marcia looked at her son and smiled at him as he walked into the living room. It wasn't always that they were together at home at the same time, with no one around. But David's father had gone to a ball game with some friends. David tried to talk to Amy at school about getting together, but she just interrupted him. It was just him and his mother, alone at home on a Friday night. Marcia was in a meeting that afternoon and she was wearing an executive suit. She was wearing a gray striped jacket over a white blouse with tassels. Her sleek gray skirt ended just above the knees. Her long legs looked very well twisted in her black tights and high heels. In fact, David thought his mother was very sexy when she walked into the room with the phone in her ear and sat in the big armchair next to the computer. She turned sideways in the chair toward the desk, found a big old fountain pen and a notebook and started taking some notes while talking to her sister. "Ummm Hmmm!... Sure!... Well, what do you think?... I mean, it was at least a week ago!... Well, I don't know!... No!... I seriously doubt it!..." Marcia said. She turned her eyes to David and a mischievous smile appeared in the corners of her mouth. She made a few more notes on the large notepad in front of her and then turned to her son. "I don't know!...It's not that I don't like her!...She looks very nice and David likes her!...It's just that she looks a little...you know...naive!..." Marcia continued as she leaned forward and took off her jacket. She carelessly stretched it out beside her and let it fall to the floor beside her chair. David was surprised - his mother was usually much cleaner - but what she did next surprised him even more. With the phone still tucked between her ear and her shoulder, Marcia tucked her hand under her blouse from behind and swayed her back for a moment. Then she tucked her hand into the opening of her arm and pulled her hand out a second later, holding the tiny white bra. She swung it in the air for a moment and then dropped it on top of her jacket. "Well, we haven't really talked about it!... It's not really my job, is it!... Ah, of course!... I know you would!... But how would it be if I did that !...." As she spoke, Marcia thrust her hand under her skirt, moved briefly, and then slowly pulled out a tiny threaded panty which she lifted briefly for inspection of her son's wide-eyed eyes. David's attention was now focused on his mother. Marcia's hands reached for the buttons on the front of her button-down blouse. Slowly she began to open them. "I'm sure it's just a lack of self-confidence!...She's pretty!...She's smart!...She's got a good body!...Well, no!...She's not as tall as me, but then neither are you!..." Marcia said with a hoarse laugh as she opened her dressing gown. Giving her son a mocking kiss and leaning toward him, she held her blouse open and twisted her shoulders. Her hanging breasts swayed heavily in her chest for a moment and then came swaying out of the opening of her blouse. Marcia leaned forward even further, pulling her shoulders back so that her creamy breasts swayed hypnotically in front of David's horny gaze. "I could ask David!... He probably knows more about this than I do!... No!... He's right here!... But he seems a little distracted!... I'm not sure if he can get his attention!...", said Marcia, smiling at her son. She covered her melon-sized breasts with her hands and squeezed them against her chest, making the creamy flesh protrude around the pressed fingers. With her eyes shining on his, she fell backward in her chair, opened her nylon-covered legs and placed them on the arms of the chair. Lazyly, she swung her feet up and down, drawing circles in the air with her needle heels as she brazenly exposed herself to her mouthful son. David was completely fascinated by his mother's sinister display. His heart was racing with excitement and all the blood that was beating in his chest seemed to be flowing directly into his eager young penis. The way his mother was lying there, stroking her large breasts and spreading out to him like a cheap prostitute, left him hard as a rock and gasping with excitement. "Oh, you know!...Watching TV or at the computer!...They're never around to give you a hand when you need!..." Marcia said, with a shy wink to her son. David could barely hear what his mother was saying. The way her thick black muzzle was framed by her pink thighs and dark socks left him practically drooling with lust. His eyes were fixed on the top of his mother's waist. Marcia smiled at her son's obvious excitement. She took the large notebook from the table and turned it upside down, facing David. In large, bold letters she had written...'COME ME!!! ...' with a large vertical arrow pointing directly at her cheek. David's eyes met those of his mother. Marcia's eyes were now hooded slits as she returned her son's fiery gaze. "I know!...I know!...Sometimes it's almost as if they speak another language!..." Marcia said in a hoarse murmur. David just sat there, looking at his mother in disbelief. Marcia waited a little longer, then picked up her pen, scribbled quickly on the notepad and put it back on her waist waving. With one hand, she held her little sign that said...'COME TO ME!!!...NOW!!!...'. With the other hand she closed her fist, held it upside down in front of her little face and bent her index finger to David in an unmistakable gesture... 'Come here!...'. David slowly got up and approached his mother as if he were asleep. Marcia's smile widened as her son approached her. She turned the notebook over and wrote some more. When she turned back, David saw that she had written...'DOWN THE CALLS!...' With trembling hands, David did so. Marcia only had to wave at his shorts before he let him fall too. At this point, he was in front of his mother, naked from the waist down, with the turgid erection swaying from the waist, in a vertical salute to her grim nakedness. Marcia twisted her finger to David again and the son approached her timidly. When he was close enough, she stretched out a nylon-covered leg and fastened it around him. "That's right!... You really must be wondering where their heads are!..." she said to her sister, hitting the leather heel hard on the back of one of David's legs. The nervous young man dropped to his knees like a ton of bricks. His mother's furry face was positioned right in front of his face. Marcia slowly rolled her well-worn calf around her son's neck. "With David I'm never sure!...You know how they can be!...Sometimes I just want to grab him by the neck and shake him!..." said Marcia leaning her pelvis up as she pressed her leg on David's head. David could not believe the sight between his mother's open legs. From below, her conical breasts hovered over him and looked enormous. He could only see his mother's shining eyes turned toward him, above the gently agitated globes of her breasts. But there was no way to ignore her perversely provocative smile. Once again his eyes turned to his mother's hairy bush as she pulled him closer and closer. When her pubic hair filled his entire field of vision, he opened his mouth and leaned forward with a muffled grunt. "Ohhhhhh!...Ummm Hmmm!" groaned Marcia as David turned his face in his seething groin, spreading his lips with his lips and eagerly slicing his tongue through his juicy trench. "Mmmmmffff!...Ummmmm!...Mmmmmm!..." David groaned at the intoxicating center of his mother's crotch. He thrust his hands under Marcia's ass and pulled his crotch tighter against her face. "My God!...Oh shit!..." Marcia became excited, pushing her cheek forward at her son's sinister sucking. "What?...Ohhh!...No!...Sorry, dear!...I just have a cramp in my leg!...Unnn!..." Marcia grunted at the phone. She leaned back and her legs stretched over David's shoulders. Her hands grabbed the arms of the big chair as she crossed her ankles, making a scissor on her son's head between her muscular thighs. David responded by sealing his lips on his mother's swollen cheek, licking and sucking that smoking hole like a possessed man. "Yeah! That's it! That's it! Well, that's it! Oh, no, Linda! It's just... It's just David! He's... He's helping me with my horse Charlie!" Marcia groaned, grabbing her son's head with both hands and forcing it further against her seething groin. David was struck by the earthy taste of his mother's crotch. In her growing excitement, Marcia was rubbing her cheek on her son's face, spreading it from the hairline to the chin with her tasty juices. Her excitement was contagious, and her son's penis was a stiff bar of flesh, stretched feverishly on her bare crotch. He murmured and licked his mother's juicy core with unbridled enthusiasm. "Unn Hnnn!...Unn Hnnn!...Simmm!...Ali!...Well there!..." Marcia groaned, increasingly increasing the pressure of her thighs around David's face. David was getting dizzy and his eyes were starting to lose focus as his mother was suffocating him between her powerful thighs. If she didn't enjoy it right away, he would pass out. He shifted his attention to his swollen clitoris. He wrapped his lips around that little bump and started sucking. Using the moist tip of his tongue, he started tracing the alphabet on that sensitive little bump, A...B...C... "Oh God!...Oh God!...Ohhh!...Not Beautiful!...Unnnn!...It's the...the cramp!...Oh God!...David is massaging !...Yes!.." Marcia gasped, her butt rising from the seat of the chair with David's face still stuck between her trembling thighs. "Unn Hnnn!...Unn Hnnn!!...UnnnnHnnn!..." persuaded David in a muffled whisper as he did so... "Oh Jesus!...Oh God!...David!...What are you...?...What are you... doing?..." Marcia whispered, her hips swaying frantically under her son's arms. "Mmmmm!...Ummm Hmmmm!...Mmmfff!...Mmmmm!..." David growled as he worked in his mother's boiling crack. ...M...N...O...P.... said his tongue hanging. "Oh dear! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out. David was working hard on an ingenious V...W...X...Y... when... "Phwahhh!...Ahhhh!...Shit!....Yes!" her mother cried as her orgasm overcame her. "Unnn!...Ahhhh!...Ahhhh!..." Marcia sobbed as her fingernails turned white on the arms of the chair. The bottom of the trunk stood rigidly horizontal, supported only by her son's trembling shoulders. Her thighs hit David's head and she began to shake as if she were being electrocuted. David thought his head would explode or be ripped from his shoulders by his mother's gasping thighs, the pressure from her thighs forcing his mouth out of his spasmodic vulva. "Ahhhh!...Ahhhh!...Shit!..." Marcia groaned, burying the phone in the curve of her neck as she struggled in the clutches of a devastating orgasm. "Mmmfff!...Ummmm!...Wahhh!..." David begged feebly, frantically scratching his mother's suffocating thighs. But his legs were stretches of muscles so tense and trembling that he couldn't move them an inch. "Ahhhhh!...Ohhhh!...David!...Mmmm!...So good, dear!...So good!" Marcia gasped as she held the phone back to her mouth. "Unnnnn!...Mwahhhh!...Mmmmm!..." David was choked to death. "Ohhh!...Sorry, Linda!...Ahhhh!...Christ!...Sorry!...Gosh!...That thing got so stiff!...Mmmm!...But David pulled out!...Ummm!..." Marcia intoned as she relaxed the fervent pressure of her thighs on David's red face. She dropped her feet on the floor, on either side of her kneeling son. "Unnnnnn!..." David gasped as he fell on his heels. He knelt panting between Marcia's broad thighs and still writhing silently. As his eyes slowly reoriented, he found himself gazing wonderfully at the lewd spectacle his mother was presenting. Her fully rounded breasts hovered over him, swaying gently through the open blouse. And her open vagina was mesmerizing. Her inner folds were swollen and in vivid display. Her lips were swollen and stretched in a translucent shape, glittering with a brilliant glow of vaginal fluids. All that crimson pulsated flesh was gently pulsating and a thin thread of gum had dripped from the center of her booty up to the crack of her butt. David was tempted to be blinded by that hole. "Ohhhh!...Stop it, you naughty boy!...Oh, nothing, dear!...He was just tickling me!...He's completely shameless, you know!..." Marcia said to her sister. She looked at her son with a licentious smile for a moment, staring incisively at the Turkish erection still projecting from his groin before saying to the phone... "Stop it David!... You're going to get yourself into so much trouble!..." At the same time, she picked up the notebook again, turned the page, and held it up for David to see. She had drawn a rough sketch of a pair of balls attached to a large, taut penis, and next to it she had written, "I want to suck your cock!" "Oh my God!...Mother!...You don't know...!...Please!...Simmm!..." David whispered, standing in front of his mother smiling maliciously. He crawled uncertainly, not really knowing what to do next. Marcia laughed at her sister and said... "I said stop it now, my young man!...I'm warning you!..." Marcia picked up her large fountain pen on the table and closed the lid. With eyes shining maliciously at David's, she reached out and grabbed his penis. She worked her hand on it with slow, fiery movements as she pulled it even closer between her lasciviously separated thighs. "Turn around, dear!" she whispered to her son, thoughtfully tapping his chin with her pen as she continued to masturbate him. David was reluctant to move, knowing that if he did, he would lose his mother's provocative touch, but finally he did as she asked, turning his back on her. "Just a minute, Linda!... David wants to ask me something!.." Marcia said to the phone before burying it on her shoulder. "Now bend down!... Spread your feet!... A little more!..." "But mother!... Why?" asked David, looking nervously over his mother's shoulder even as she carried out her order. "Because I said, David!...What a good boy!...Now turn around and open your cheeks for me!..." Hesitantly, David reached back, grabbed her ass with both hands and split it open in front of his mother's piercing gaze. With her eyes gleaming in her son's, Marcia leaned forward, reached between his thighs with one hand, and scattered his balls. In the other hand she held the pen with a sneaky grip. With her son's crack spread obscenely in front of her, Marcia reached out and pressed the thick tip of the pen against his wrinkled sphincter. "Unnn!...Mom!...No!...Please!..." David whimpered, stiffening with consternation as his mother obscenely poked his anus with the bulbous plastic cylinder. "What's the matter, honey?...You don't like it when Mommy plays with your ass?...All the other boys like it!...Oh, they like it a lot!..." Marcia laughed, as she kicked her son's shrunken anus with the tip of her pen. Marcia smiled as she saw the way the tense ring of his sphincter reversed and was pulled inward around the pressure pen as she forced it down his anus. "Me!...Me!...Ohhh!...Wait!...Mother!...Please!" David gasped, his eyes fixed on his mother's as he leaned forward at the waist to try to ease the entry of the inflexible implement. "Don't be such a baby!" Martha scolded, smiling at her son's anguish as she implacably foreshadowed the fat fountain pen in her tightly contracted rectum. She pressed the cylinder inward until the fat lid disappeared into her son's bottom hole. "Ohhhhhh!..." David hissed as his mother inserted the tip of the pen fully into his butt and his fiery sphincter closed in the narrowest cylinder behind her. "There!...You're beautiful!...Now you can turn around, dear!..." Marcia said, smiling at her son's uncertain look. David straightened up hesitantly and turned to face his mother. When Marcia was again confronted with her son's erection, she realized that she had lost some of her fierce rigidity. She stuck her hand into David's balls and hit hard with her sharp nails on the exposed half of the pen. "Wahhhh!...Unnnn!..." David gasped, his eyes overflowing with surprise and excitement. Marcia smiled knowingly as her son's penis jumped in full attention in response to the spinning metal cylinder against his responsive prostate. "Alright!... That's better!... You're so cute with that pen in your ass and your big swinging cock!... I should take a picture!..." Marcia joked, as she once again hugged her son's stick in her little fist. She put the phone back in her ear as she said"...Listen, honey!...I have to go!...No, seriously!...Ah, he was just looking for a pen!...Yes!...Unn Hnn!...I found one for him!...Unn Hnn!...Yes!...He's using it right now!...OK!...That'll be great!...Unn Hnn!...Call me later!...OK!...Goodbye!" Marcia was again stroking her son's hard stick with cold deliberation as she looked into his eyes. "Unnnnn!....Ohhhh!...Mom!...This is so good!...Ummm!...You're going to...?...You're going to...s.s.s.suck mom?...As you said!...Please!..." David asked, blushing with shame as he asked his mother for the promised kiss. "Do you want me to suck it for you, baby?...Suck it and make you laugh?...Is that what you want?...Look at my lips David!...I'm a big stick sucker! .." she said, playing with her tongue around her half-open lips. "I can make you laugh harder than you could ever imagine!... You'd like that, wouldn't you, darling?... That Mommy would let you fuck her face all the way down her throat?... Is that what you want?...Fuck my mouth?...Is that what you want, love?..." Marcia asked, feeling her son's cock throbbing with excitement in response to her dirty talk. "Unnnnnn!...Unnnnn Goddd!....Yes, mother!...Please!..." I said with a smile. Marcia kept looking at her son with amusement as she typed another number on the phone. She put it in her ear again and at one point she said... "Hello? Amy? Hi! This is Mrs. Clark. How are you, honey?" David looked at his mother with wide eyes in amazement. What could she possibly think he was doing? "Oh, I'm fine, thank you!...This is a little awkward, Amy, but I just wanted to talk to you about last week...Unn hnnn!...Well, that's one way of looking at it!. ..But David feels really bad about the whole situation...No!...Seriously!...Yes!...Yes!...I get it!...Well, maybe you and I should talk about it someday!..." Marcia said, her little hand continually working up and down on her son's throbbing erection. "Before making a final decision, I just wanted you to let him talk to you!... That might make you see things a little differently!... Would you let him?... Ah, that would be so kind of you!...He's around here somewhere!...Let me go look for him!..." Marcia said, her eyes shining on her son's. Once again she buried the phone in the curve of her neck as she slowly stood up in front of David. David watched in fascination as his mother rose from the chair. Her large, uncovered breasts swayed wildly as she stood up. She held David's turgid tool firmly in her small fist as she circled around him, forcing him to turn to face her. "Talk to her, darling!...Tell her how much you miss her!...Tell her whatever you want!...As long as you keep talking, I'll keep talking to you!...If you stop, Paro!...It's pretty simple, isn't it?..." Marcia said as she handed the phone to her son. His eyes were fixed on his mother's as she looked at him with a malicious gleam in her eyes. "Unnn!...Hey!...Amy!...Yes!...It...!....Ahhhhh!...Unnnnn!...Ohhhh!..." David shouted as he was about to leave. His mother pushed him to his chest and he threw himself in the big chair behind him, the pen coming out of his ass grabbed the pillow at an odd angle and twisted painfully inside his anus. "Nahhh!...Ummm!...Amy!...Excuse me!...Excuse me!" David choked on the phone, frantically moving his ass forward in the seat of the chair to relieve the weight of the bulbous pen impaled on him. "I... unnn... just... unnn... just... kicked him in the toe!" he groaned. "Ah, you're the smart one!..." Marcia whispered as she fell to her knees in front of her son. With one hand she grabbed the tip of his penis between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it up into her groin. With the other hand, she extended her palm facing upward and held David's hanging testicles. Then she slowly dragged her sharp nails over his balls and up along his extended erection. "Ohhhhh!..." David whimpered quietly away from the phone in response to his mother's fiery caress. Marcia continued to torment her son's stress apparatus with her fingernails while he tried to talk to his girlfriend. "Ahhhh!...Amy!...I really wanted to talk to you!...Ohhh!...I'm so sorry...about...Ahh!..." David said more and more slowly as his mother teased him. Then Marcia twisted her shoulders back and forth and slid forward to squeeze her son's groin tightly. "I meant to say... Ohhh!... Oh my God!... Oh!... My!... Unnnn!..." he groaned as his mother leaned heavily into his lap, crushing her large breasts emotionally between her legs. "My God!... I'm so sorry... sorry for what happened that night!..." David groaned, bending down to the smoking valley of his mother's breasts. "Here love!...Get up!...Let Mommy have a little space to work!.." Marcia whispered in a hoarse voice, lifting David's thighs and spreading them over the arms of the chair. In this position she had full access to her son's seething bowels. She reclined, wrapping the son's erection in her mountainous cleavage. With her eyes burning at him, she worked the resilient flesh of her breasts up and down around her organ, sending rays of excitement through her groin. "Unnn!...Unnn!...Oh mother!..." David whimpered softly, jerking helplessly against his mother's delightfully amusing bags. "Unnn Hnnn!...Unnn hnnn!...Amy!...Simhhh!...Ohhh!...Well, not exactly, but... Nahhhh!...Ohhhh!...God!!!. .." David stuttered incoherently into the phone. His mother smiled at her over-excited son. She couldn't resist and had to bend down and give a quick shake to the obscene pen that was coming out of her ass. "Unnn!...Unnn!...No!...No!" David gasped, stiffening all the way into his perverted excitement. Marcia just smiled into her son's anxious eyes as she kept moving and twisting the pen on his ass. "Sorry, no!...Unnn!...Unnn!...It was just my mother!...She was looking for a...a pen!...Ohhhh God!...Yeahhh!.. .She...unnn!...found one!...Yes!..." Marcia smiled at her now-sweaty son. She spread the palm of her hand over the top of her breasts and stirred until the tip of David's large penis protruded through the circle of her thumb and forefinger. Without taking her eyes off of him, she bent down and frowned her lips around the crown of his penis. With a seductive moan, she slowly pushed her lips around him, eagerly sucking his cuff as she sucked him into her mouth. "Ohhhh!...Damn!...Unnn!...Unnn!...Yes, mother!...No!...Amy!...I mean, she wanted to know if she could use my calculator! ...Unnn!..." David reflectively bent over in his mother's mournful sucking, advancing more and more with his tool through the steaming valley of her breasts, through her interlocking fingers and into her waving mouth. Marcia smiled at him as he did this, encouraging him to give her more cock, increasing the intensity of his generous blowjob. Soon her cheeks were deeply sunken around her son's swollen shaft. David could literally see the crown of his bell-shaped penis projecting onto Marcia's cheek. The sight and feeling of the sinister action of sucking his mother's cock made him gasp with excitement. His erection throbbed with excitement as his balls pressed against his groin. "Oh God, Amy!...I wish!...Unnn!...I mean, would you do that?...Unnn!...Unnn!...Can I?...Can I...?...see you?...Unnn!..." David stuttered, bending more and more urgently into his mother's bloody suction. As much as Marcia liked to torment her writhing son, she knew she had him ready for fun. She decided it was time to end his suffering. She pushed her lips up David's pulsating shaft, sliding it out of her mouth with a loud, sinister sound. Then she straightened herself up a little over her knees, releasing the son's tool from the sweaty decote. She pulled her hips close to the edge of the chair and pushed her knees back, exposing him completely to her obscene caresses. She took the pen on his ass with one hand and began to turn it slowly, opening David's bottom hole in the most obscene and exciting way. "Naahhhh!...Ahhh!...No!" he whispered softly. Marcia approached her son's face as she held his penis tightly and began to caress it firmly. "Oh, you like it when I play with your ass!...I know you like it, baby!...You've got a big load on me, haven't you David?...Ummm!...You want me to suck all that hot stuff out of you, don't you? My mouth when you're going to mock!... You're going to tell me, aren't you?... Isn't it?..." Marcia demanded as she stepped up the pace of her feverish masturbation. "Unnnn Hnnn!...Unnn Hnnn!...Unnnn!..." David growled in fevered excitement. He couldn't believe how excited his mother's dirty talk was leaving him. He didn't think he could hold out much longer! "Unnnn!...Amy!...Waaaaa!...Can I?...Unnn...Can I call you back when I get back to you?" "Oh, no!... Don't you dare!" whispered Marcia. And with that Marcia threw herself back into her son's lap, gripping the tip of his penis with her oval lips. With her eyes burning in his, she pulled hard at the root of her shaft, stretching the skin around her stiff tool. She knew that this would increase the already feverish sensitivity of her penis. So she sunk her teeth slightly into the swollen crest under the crown of her penis. "Unnnn!...Ohhhh!...Nahhhh!..." David gasped, struggling like a fish out of water in the face of his mother's terrible verbal attack. Marcia smiled as David writhed beneath her. She moved her tightly clenched fist at the base of his penis, stretching his tender flesh painfully between her hand and her gently grinding teeth. "Unnnnn!...God!...Wait!" cried David, feverishly rocking his pelvis up and down and sideways under his mother's smiling face. "Ummm Hmmm!... Ummm Hmmm!... Ummm!..." Marcia encouraged, now shoving the inflexible pen deeper into her son's ass, poking and twisting it at an incendiary rate. "Unnnnn!...Simmm!...No!...Stoppp!...Ohh!...No!...Amy!...It's not you!...It!...It!...Ahhhh!...<unk> David stuttered, his butt twitching spastically around the fence that his mother was turning on his butt. Marcia knew that her son was on the edge of a knife. She stopped gnawing on his penis and began passing her moist tongue feverishly over the sensitive nerve knot at the bottom of the crown of his penis. "Naaahhhhh!...Ahhhh!...God!...I'll have fun!...Mom!...I'll have fun!..." David groaned as a ball of fire of excitement formed in his loins. His thighs were stuck to the arms of the chair, his butt dangling in the air as he bent over his mother's irresistibly sucking mouth. "Ummm Hmmm!...Ummm Hmmm!...Commmm!...Commm Ommm!..." Marcia groaned gutturally, licking like a demented kitten the underside of David's doorknob. She continued to pull down the root of her penis and every few seconds lightly pinched the taut edges of the swollen crown of her penis. "Pwahhhhh!" cried David as his testicles gave a loud squeak and a geyser of semen burst from his bowels. "Unnnnnnnnn!....Ahhh!...Nahhhh!..." he lamented as his sphincter contracted fiercely in the fat metal cylinder his mother kept shoving up his ass. His first burst of enjoyment was immediately followed by a torrent of sperm gushing from his balls in a frenzy of body-destroying spasms. His back arched and he shivered as if he were being electrocuted. "Ummmmm!...Ummmm Hmmmm!...Commmm!...Commmm!..." Martha encouraged, her eyes shining maliciously at her son, as he shot a boiling barrage of sperm into her throat. Marcia continued to provoke David's vomiting stick with her swift hands and her provocative tongue. She made him mock so feverishly that he could barely keep up with the flood of semen. There were little streams flowing from both corners of his mouth. 'Unnnnn!....Unnnn!...Unnnn!...' cried David. He was now totally oblivious to the telephone on his shoulder. He grabbed his own knees and pulled them tight, frantically pushing his groin up to his mother's smiling face. He looked at her with amazement and lust. He was fascinated by the way her eyes shone into his and by the way her cheekbones contracted as she relentlessly twisted his tongue. "Ummm!...Ummm Hmmm!...You have so much fun!..." Marcia complimented with her mouth full of boy's gum, breathing rapidly before returning to suck slavishly on her son's throbbing organ. "Ohhhhh!...Ohhhh!...Ohhh My God!..." David choked as his eyes began to regain focus and his orgasmic spasms began to subside. His body started falling back in the chair and he grabbed the phone when it slipped on his chest and was about to fall to the floor. "Hello?...Hello?...Amy?.." he said timidly to the phone and then... "Nahhhhhh!..." stiffening again frantically as his mother pulled the fat cylinder out of his body. Marcia smiled as another thread of semen trickled down her tongue as a result of her rough extraction of the pen from her son's burning anus. "Ummmmmm!..." she muttered, bursting her lips as she once again lifted her mouth from David's now ever-smaller tool. "Let me have that phone"... she said, shaking her son's dick fast and hard to extract the last sperm from his tired balls. "Unnnnn!...Unnn!...Mammmm!..." David gasped, writhing uncomfortably under the eager caress of his mother. "Hello?...Amy?...Hello?...I think she's turned off!..." Marcia said with a mischievous smile, changing the rhythm of her hand and slowly grinding the son's stick from the root to the root tip to make sure she had completely drained her balls. "Oohhhh!...Mammmm!...Stoppp!..." David gasped, leaning forward in his seat to try to stop his mother's relentless mastubating. His dick was now super sensitive and her continuous, rough caresses were driving him crazy. Marcia ignored his hand and his anxious plea. "I think we'll have to call her back!" she said, giving a mocking kiss to her son. "Ohhhhhh!... No!... " David groaned, closing his eyes and leaning back in the big chair.