Disclaimer: This story is fictitious and so are the characters. All characters are 18-years-old or older. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral and illegal, and not condoned by the author. Not for publication.
Thank you to those who have written to comment on this story. I do appreciate it and your suggestions for story ideas. This story is already written in its entirety, and for those of you who have asked, it will post in 13 parts. That said, I am open to writing Book Two of David's salacious saga, as I have other characters in mind for his conquest. Part 09 was mostly set-up, but this part is longer and contains much graphic sex.
This story contains non-consensual incestuous sex, including anal sex. If that bothers you, please don't read it. You've been warned.
THE SLEEPOVER...NOT REALLY
When she could finally delay no longer, Kate opened the bathroom door to the startling sight of her fully naked teenage son, his hands behind his head with his feet nonchalantly spread a few feet apart, reclining against the headboard in the center of his parent's bed.
There was no hiding David's semi-hard cock above his hairy scrotum, purposefully unobscured to emphasize the substantial size of his egg-sized balls.
Still, the thick meat lay soft enough to land commandingly between his thighs, only because he had already cum three times that day. There was little doubt it would otherwise be stiff as a board from the provocative sight of his mother.
"Ohhh...," Kate squeaked her surprise without knowing, a warm rush of blood coursing her body to make her light-headed at the unusual sight of her nude son in her bed with his impressive cock on full view.
Her face flushed despite her moral need to reject anything and everything about the situation. With what had happened today, she shouldn't have been taken aback, but it was still all so new and surreal.
Kate spied her husband, also naked and parked in the chair in the corner, with less interest. He was weak and her son's strength of will was intoxicating.
George's puny member hung lifeless amidst the salt and pepper nest of his pubic hair, with his slender body almost womanly in appearance compared to the muscular frame of their son.
"That's cute, mom," David acknowledged his beautiful mother's adorable bedtime outfit.
Kate had chosen to wear a pair of light blue cotton bikini panties and a matching cotton chemise with a small dark blue bow at the neckline -- similar in style, although not color, to the set David cut from her body just that morning.
The panties hugged her pussy nicely, but not in an indecent way, while the chemise was form-fitting...clinging to every curve of her lovely chest, and tracing the outlines of her rounded tits sloping to her protruding nipples.
Pressed against the opaque fabric, the responsive buds came to life at the unwanted vision of her naked son in her bed. His mother's sandy brown hair was pulled into a loose ponytail held with a matching blue Scunci.
"This is what I always wear to bed. You may remember from this morning," she said innocently, but with a touch of sarcasm.
It was her only reference to the bed clothes he'd stripped from her on his weight bench. She didn't want to incite any lascivious memories for him to act upon.
"Well, it's sexy as hell, I'll give you that, but probably unnecessary," David nodded as he spoke, admiring how incredibly sensuously his mother was dressed without her even realizing it.
"Now, why don't you take those off and get your hot ass in the bed," the daring youngster brazenly told his nervous mother, teasingly issuing the double entendre referencing her paddled and delectable bottom.
"I wouldn't want to ruin another set of bed clothes," he added playfully.
"Ahhh...," George breathed a deep gasp at the temerity and confidence of his bold son's salacious order, squirming in his chair with his own weakness.
Kate's conflicted soul fought between her abnormal moral dilemma and the flush of excitement racing through her receptive body at David's powerful command.
The complacent mother's presumptuous son had cut to the chase, literally and figuratively supplanting his father, by telling his mother in crude but certain terms to join him in his parent's marital bed. She understood fully his meaning and the implications.
'He's going to fuck me in my own bed...in front of my husband...his own father,' Kate marveled, accepting the inevitable with wonderment, and looking at her son stoically but with unvarnished respect.
Balking for only a moment, she glanced quickly at her husband with both love and disdain.
Her eyes glazed wet with guilt, the compromised wife and mother nonetheless reached for the hem of her chemise to tug the thin fabric up and over her head, unable or unwilling to resist the compelling strength of her son's voice.
Kate's wonderful tits were on full display before her son, and her nipples stood fully erect in response to his lewd request. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her brief panties, she tensely peeled them off her hips to drop to the floor, tossing both items onto a chair by the bed.
David's mother stood motionless for a moment, battling to reconcile the indecent act she knew she would commit. That was fine with him, taking the opportunity to admire once again his mother's lovely form.
Kate's chiseled, porcelain facial features dropped to delicate shoulders, with her full breasts suspended above a remarkably flat stomach, then sloped to the light brown curly tuft of fur covering the delta of her vagina, before finally ending with the slender but powerful tapered legs of an athlete.
At 41, Kathryn Thornton was a spectacular sight...especially naked.
With her moment of doubt lapsed, Kate haltingly started towards the bed to join her son. She sought to avoid looking directly at his notable manhood, but found herself unable to avert her eyes for more than a few seconds at a time before returning to his splendid cock.
By the time Allison made an appearance in the doorway, Kate was kneeling on all fours at the foot of the bed, her delightful breasts a pendulum beneath her flushed chest, and an adoring fog of growing lust in her blue eyes.
As with her mother, Allison was startled by what she saw, with her naked father the first surprise.
George's eyes perked at the sight of his daughter too, knowing she could see his bare body and embarrassed with the prospect as compared to his athletic son.
Allison was doubly shocked at the nude forms of both her brother and mother, on her hands and knees as she timidly inched further up the bed to her reclining son.
After a few weeks of catering to David's disturbing wishes, Allison knew what to expect, now fully-versed in his deviant tastes and perverted desires.
Nonetheless, this sordid display with her parents caused her to start, and a moment of panic weakened her knees.
"Ohh...," she gasped.
Unlike her mother, Allison eschewed her usual nighttime attire of panties and a big floppy shirt, opting instead for only a black cotton tank top stopping just above her vagina.
