David was desperate to escape the strange and conflicting emotions that struggled within him. It was impossible for him to know that his mother was undergoing the same thing. On the one hand, he had just fulfilled a huge fantasy of his. He had wanted so badly to fuck his mother and finally, finally he had taken her. And it had been more perfect than anything he had ever experienced. Just the thought of it had him hard.
But counteracting that same arousal was the knowledge of his mother's reaction. He had never seen an emotional revulsion as powerful as the one she had displayed in the shower. Not just for her, but for anyone. That sight crushed down on him like a terrible, terrible weight. David had this feeling that his world was about to end- the one that teens get when they have over stepped their bounds and their childish actions may have consequences. Even more sickening to him, was his inability to avoid stroking his cock. It had a mind of its own and it desperately wanted to be in control of everything.
Alex had finally fallen asleep, but it was not an easy one. Dreams of she and David beneath the sheets of her marital bed filled her mind. All of the details and all of the explicitness of a pornography played out over and over in her sleep. When she woke, her mind ached from its hours long battle. She wanted the dream to be a nightmare, but the soaked sheets told her that it had been so much more than just a dark side of reality. It had been something she wanted.
Those thoughts fell to the backseat when she rose from her bed, dressed in a robe, and slipped quietly down the stairs. She staid focused on the flooring, not wanting to run into David or even to look at his room. Instead she rushed down to her computer, hoping that her blackmailer would provide her with something that could potentially replace David at the forefront of her fantasies.
Sure enough, he had come through for her. Another email waited in her inbox. Excitedly Alex opened it, feeling the rush of sensitivity to her crotch as she examined pictures of her latest exploits. Her hand had found her pussy lips and was gently rubbing the silky material of her robe over the soft folds. Her arousal quickly began to soak into the fabric and soon her finger tip, which guided its path, was equally moistened.
By the time she had reached the end of the photographs, Alex was incredibly horny. There was a congratulatory message for her from her blackmailer.
"Well done, my little pet! I am so pleased with you! As always you have impressed me with your enthusiasm, endurance, and flexibility! What a prize! But it seems that I am not the only one enjoying your beauty and charm. I discovered an unexpected surprise yesterday- you should watch this, its quite hot!"
There was a link to an .mpeg file displayed prominently at the bottom of the screen. Alex clicked on it, her finger flying faster and faster as she tried to anticipate what it was that the blackmailer had discovered. It took a moment for Windows Media Player to load but when it finally did, a video began to play.
It was her bathroom. She could make out her body form in the shower playing with herself. Then her son entered and set up a camera. Then he joined her. Even though the glass enclosure of the shower was steamed up heavily, it was quite apparent what was going on. She listened as she and her son fucked, their voices crying out in erotic unison.
Alex wanted to be sick, wanted to be nauseous, watching the video. But the moral reaction would not come. No matter how perverse she mentally made herself out to be, the only thing she could do was to plunge her fingers into her pussy. Softly she spoke to herself.
"You fucking slut. You son fucking slut. You're a whore. A fucking filthy whore. What would Mike say? What would your coworkers say? What the hell are you thinking being turned on by this? You really are a skank aren't you. Bitch. Whore. Slut."
But the dirty talk ceased to be critical and just became more sexual. Soon her voice was cracking into grunts and moans of pleasure as she slid farther down her chair, scooting her robe farther up her waist. Alex's eyes would flash from the movie on screen to the sight of her finger diving into her twat. Over and over again she would flash back to the image of her son's body rocking behind her, the memory of what it had felt like an euphoric recollection.
"Fuck yes," she would scream as she came her movie playing on without her real life synchronization. As her breathing slowed and her blood pressure fell, Alex minimized the screen allowing her cries and the slapping of David's skin to hers to play out in the background.
At the bottom of the message was her new task. And it was one that she both dreaded and desired desperately.
"Take your son with you to an adult products store. Buy him whatever he wants, and then act out his fantasies for him. Any of them, all of them, whatever it is he wishes."
This instruction was much less specific and seemed to involve a more open ended to her tasks. She may have caught on to the fact that the blackmailer was letting her choose her own poison by not limiting the time, but her pussy was aching for touch, despite the rebelling sensibility in her that said to go any farther was to destroy everything she had begun the task for.
Nervously she climbed the stairs, up to David's room. Annabel's door was closed still. She had to be quiet. This had to be undiscovered. No one would understand. No one could understand. She had to do this. He said so, she was doing this for them. For her family. When she reached the door frame she leaned into a moment, listening for sound. She thought she heard some rustling but wasn't sure. Gently her hand reached out for the door knob and slowly turned it. Her body weight pushed it cautiously inward, into her son's inner sanctum.
Her searching eyes immediately found David. He was facing away from her one hand clutching his headboard and the other furiously pumping his cock. His head was tilted back and his hair hanging limply behind it. His firm athletic ass was driving the other side of his body forward energetically. His whole body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Alex's breath left her body as she watched the strong young man, her son, fuck his hand. His groans were quiet, restrained, secretive. David didn't want to be discovered. Driven by the desire that had been set loose within her, Alex slowly stepped into the room and pushed the door shut behind her.
David was too intent on his masturbation to notice his mother enter the room. Alex took advantage of it, walking to his bedside, standing near the foot, watching him stroke his cock off. As she examined his bed she saw dozens of pictures of herself and her activities lying everywhere. Her mind didn't bother to question how he had got them. All she could think of was his cock.
Timidly, almost afraid to touch it, her hand reached out towards his backside- her son's backside. She had seen it so many times before, but never like this, never as an adult and never as a sex object. David jumped with a start when her nails scraped across his solid cheek, leaving light red trails behind. Eventually her fingers would fade outward as she cupped his ass with her small feminine hand. David was watching her now, his head turned to the side to watch his mother's face as she felt him up. Still his other hand rubbed furiously forward and back on his penis.
But Alex was in a daze of her own, and the daze led from that throbbing rhythm of his ass to the thing he held before him. She moved closer, farther up the bed. And then it crested into view, the glorious red tinged dick that was so familiar and so foreign to her. It was very similar to his father's she thought to herself. Time for analysis would quickly pass as the more urgent need to explore its potential pervaded. Her hand reached out, encircling it, and replacing David's own.
"Unghhh, Mom. Mom, please," her son begged of her.
Alex's mind registered it as a noise of arousal and contributed it to the burning heat she felt between her thighs. She desperately fought to delay the need to touch her pussy, she wanted to savor him, savor his potential. At first she stroked the full shaft in a slow gentle pace, her hand barely touching its surface. But David could not handle the teasing. His hand once again encased hers, squeezing it shut on the shaft. And it began to set a much more urgent pace then hers had. Alex sunk to her knees, her eyes drawing even with his cock and her hand that was pleasuring it.
David had his hand braced against the headboard and was furiously fucking into the cavity formed by her soft palm encirclement. He was grunting, beads of sweat coloring the tips of his hair darker, some beginning to appear on his shoulders and chest as he worked himself off.
"I'm close, Mom," he whispered. "I'm gonna come!"
His need was evident, and his words a warning, but Alex was still enchanted by the glorious new toy she had discovered. She kept up her pumping eagerly waiting the promised completion. And sure enough, in a few more seconds, David would come.
When his seed first exploded from the tip, she allowed it shoot onto his wooden head board. The ropey liquid formed some amoebic like art on the dark cherry finish. It crawled slowly down as more and more of it spurted from David's penis. A different need filled Alex's mind and pussy. Her hand momentarily abandoned its hold on the twitching cock and swept up a goodly amount of the fluid in one fell swoop. Then with a bundle of come dripping down her hand, she raised it to her lips.
Instantly, Alex fell in the love with the taste of her son's come. It was sweet with a distinctive salty undertone that belied its bodily emission. She sucked it down her throat as if it was some long foregone delicacy. David stroked his cock while he waited for her hand to return, his eyes burning a hole in her mouth, trying to watch her devour his cock fluids. Dissatisfied by the limited release, Alex lowered her head to the cock that was softening at eye level. She had to squat to do it, but the burning in her well tanned thighs was irrelevant- only his taste, his texture, his size mattered.
Her tongue traced the slit that marked the come and its point of origin. It gathered a little droplet of the stuff and carried it back into her mouth. Then as her hand began to stroke more and more of the fluid from the shaft of the penis, she took it into the warm dark recesses of her throat. David's softening reversed itself and it once again reached a state of impossible hardness. Groaning his hands found his mother's head and pushed her farther down on his length.
