A Family Situation Pt 04

The rest of the evening unfolded as if the sexual perversions were merely a dream. Jake and I settled in watching TV, resting our drinks on the same coffee table where I had been hog tied, skewered, fisted, raped. Jake sitting in the same spot were our daughter straddled him and rode his cock till they both came. I tried to focus on the entertainment coming from the TV but the images of what happened in the room kept pushing themselves into my thoughts. I only prayed Jake would not smell my pussy scent. Yes, as ashamed, degraded and humiliated as I was, the scenes replaying in my mind were turning me on.

I looked over at Jake. He was looking straight ahead at the TV. I looked down at his jean covered crotch. My hands reached over and I started to loosen his belt buckle. I again looked at my husband's face, his gaze, still focused on the TV. When I went to unzip his jeans, he raised his ass off the couch letting me slide the zipper down and tug the jeans and his boxers just off his butt. His manly body odor escaping from the confines of his clothes.

His cock was limp, but its thickness evidence of his superiority and dominance. The head lay on his hairy upper thigh. As I lowered my head, while wrapping my fingers around the base of his being, I looked up, he was still concentrating on the show. A relaxed look on his face.

I pointed his limp dick towards my face and sucked the helmet shaped head into my mouth.

My other hand, slide down my side, tucked itself up and under my skirt, down into my panties and digging into my already moist, warm, hungry pussy.

As I washed my tongue over Jake's tool, I felt it stiffen in my fist and mouth. Then a thought shot through me. A most delightful musing. My son's cock. I was wishing it was John's precious, young cock firming up in my grasp, in my mouth.

My fingers dug deeper into my sore but yielding wet cavity between my thighs. My thump manipulating my already swollen clit.

I now concentrated on my husband's, no, my son's cock. I lathered it with my saliva. I lovingly caressed it with my fingers. I took my mouth off the now blood-filled bulbous head and sucked and licked the underside of the now hard cock. I slowly moved down sucking and licking the slight, extended bulge of the canal that would deliver his semen. It yielded to the tip of my tongue when I pressed into it. When I lapped the flat of my tongue on it, it made an indented impression on the flat surface of my tongue.

This was now my son's cock. My precious little boy's manhood, I was worshipping in my mouth. Feeling its power around my fist, against my kisses, my tongue. I smeared it against my face, my cheeks, then I moved head up over it and swallowed half into my mouth. Bathing it with my tongue, sucking it with my lips. My cheeks now indented, trying to draw my baby's sperm into my mouth. A mother, loving her own son's cock.

My fantasy was shattered! Jake placed his hands on the top of my head, forcing his cock to the back of my throat.

He barked, "That's it bitch. You want my dick, then here it is!"

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and proceeded to fuck my face. I gagged loudly each time jabbed his member into my mouth. I held tightly to the base of his dick. My hand acting as a barrier so his cock could not go further down my throat. My right hand still jabbing into my pussy and thumb pressed against my clit.

As his first wave if cum poured down my throat, Jake let out an unrestrained lengthy moan, "YYYYYEEEESSS!" I gulped it down; my gag reflex became nonexistent as I was lost in the throughs of my own thigh shaking orgasm.

Jake's dick continued to pulsate in my mouth sending spurts of his sticky, warm cum into me. My cunt, contracting, vibrating around my fingers trapping them inside me.

Jake released his grip on my hair, let out a sot, "Yes." I pulled my head up and off his cock, sucking the last drop of his sour, musky cum out of his tube. At the same time, I withdrew my fingers from my, this time, self-ravaged pussy.

I sat up on the couch, straightened my skirt, wiping my wet fingers on it. Jake stood, pulled up his boxers and jeans zipped them up, buckled his belt and sat back down watching the TV screen as if nothing had happened.

I turned to look at the show, but I really didn't see anything. The thought of having my son's lovely penis in my mouth, me pleasuring him, giving myself to him, relaxed me.

About an hour later, I excused myself and got ready for bed. I took a quick shower and slipped into some comfortable, uninviting pjs and drifted off to sleep, before Jake came to bed. My last thought, my son, my John coming home.

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Thursday morning, I woke up early. John will be home today. I didn't want to sleep. I couldn't if I wanted. I dressed as Jake snored. I made myself a cup of coffee and was out the door.

The sooner I got to work, the sooner I could ask to leave. I knew that wouldn't, shouldn't, be a problem. I'd just explain my boy was coming home from college and that would be that. The only thing was, I beat my boss, George Wilcox, to work by an hour, so I had to wait to ask. In the meantime, I placed the project reports on his desk a day early. Shit, I'll even ask for tomorrow off.

George came in approximately one hour later. I waited for him to get settled, time to look over the paperwork I had left on his desk. I walked over to his office door, it was open, he looked up, stood, "Mary, come in."

I looked at him. It seemed I noticed him for the first time. He was a big man, about six- one, mid-fifties, his brownish grey was showing signs if thinning on top. He could use to lose about 30 pounds, I glanced down at his groin and wondered how big his dick is.

"Mary?" he said, a slightly confused look on his face.

My head jerked up as our eyes met. What's gotten into me? Am I checking out my boss's crotch?

I stammered, as I looked in his hazel eyes, "George, I'd like to leave early today, if I could, my boy, John, is coming home from college and I..." He raised his hand, showing me his palm stopping me.

"You leave any time you want," he said with a smile.

I thanked him. And, God, he ran his eyes up, down and up again. Was he checking me out? I shook the thought out of my head, "Mary, get a grip."

Again, I stammered, "And, if it's okay I'd like to take a well day tomorrow."

He gave me a smile, "No problem, the reports are done. I won't even count it as a leave day."

I returned his smile, "Thanks boss." I turned and started to walk away.

He called after me, "Oh Mary."

I stopped and looked over my shoulder. He had a wider grin on his face as he looked at me adding, "Enjoy, the time with your son."

His words shot through me. I could feel my eyes darting from side to side. I nodded and walked away. Afraid to turn and see if he was watching me, checking me out, looking at my ass, as I walked back to my desk.

I sat down and glanced around the office. There was some quick eye contact with some of my co-workers, both men and women. Did any of them know? How could they? Could any of them have been there on Saturday? OH GOD.

I looked down, fumbling some papers on my desk. I could feel my face flush. I looked over at Mr. Wilcox's office. No, he couldn't, Jake wouldn't. We are all members of the country club. I've met his wife on several occasions. They've even played golf together.

What new hell is this? It could be anyone. Anyone could have been at the house on Saturday. I threw some files in my briefcase and walked swiftly to the elevator. The door opened and another co-worker stepped out.

"Got off early?" he asked grinning.

I retorted, "What do you mean by that?" Shit, why did I say that?

He smiled, "Huh?"

I meekly apologized, "Nothing, sorry, in a hurry."

We both said, "Bye," at the same time as the elevator doors closed.

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I was still shaking when I got to my car. I fumbled with the car keys as I pressed the unlock button. I sat down, my hands clamping down on the steering wheel to steady myself. Thinking out loud I said, "Come on Mary, just relax, think about what you have to do. Stop at the grocery store, pick up John's favorites and head home. You're off till Monday. Maybe even call in sick." I laughed at the final thought. I turned the key, backed out of the parking space thinking about what I needed to pick up for my son's homecoming dinner.

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The market was a refreshing reprieve. Only thoughts of what i needed to get, occupied my mind. As I drove home, I was planning the evening's supper. But as I pulled into the driveway, Kelly's car was already there. I opened the garage door. Thank God, Jake wasn't home.

I carried the first load of groceries into the house, then another bag with my briefcase. Kelly wasn't in the kitchen, so I busied myself putting most of the food away, leaving the rest out that I would need later.

Now to go change out of my work suit.

I was startled when I stepped into the dining room. Kelly was standing in the living room, her arms folded across her chest. She was wearing a light blue button-down sleeveless blouse, tight blue jeans that showed the sleek definition of her legs and an open-toed, black, strapped, three inched heeled sandals.

I eyed her young, firm body. Her soft, golden hair framed her sweet face. Her outside beauty masking her dark, perverse, sexual inner self. As I examined my daughter, I was so jealous, envious of her youthfulness.

"Come here mother," her stern, cold tone reminded me of my place. She owned me.

I walked to her, standing with my arms at my side, looking down, ashamed of myself.

She sounded annoyed, "Look at me."

I looked up. She was clearly five inches taller than I. Glaring down at me, she bent to her right slightly. I felt her hand reach under my skirt and her fingers pressing into my left pantyhose covered left inner thigh just above my knee.

Our eyes stayed locked together as her hand slowly moved up, gently squeezing me. When she got in midway, she pushed her fingers a little further back on my thigh, I spread my feet to give her hand more space as she maneuvered it up between my legs.

A shiver shot through me and I let out a small gasp as her thump brush slightly on my pantyhose, panty covered pussy. She then turned her hand and pushed her palm hard against my cunt, causing my thighs to part and my mouth open wide as I inhaled deeply. She had a closed lip smile on her face as she continued to massage her palm firmly into my pussy.

"You like that mother?" She sneered. "You do, don't you bitch?"

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, not because of what she was doing to me or humiliating me, but because just a few minutes ago I was absorbed with my John coming home and now I was confronted with this cruelty.

"Oh mommy, don't cry," she mockingly said to me as she pushed her palm even harder up again my covered pussy. "Now answer me. DO-YOU-LIKE-THIS?"

As a single tear rolled down my cheek, I whimpered a soft, "Yes."

She jerked her hand away and barked, "Lay on your stomach, lengthwise on the back of the couch."

I obeyed. I stretched out on the back of the couch.

"Back up a little," she snapped. "I want your cunt just on the edge."

I scooted back a few inches. My panty hosed covered pussy just on the back of the couch. I could feel my clit against the backing. My arms and my thighs apart on either side of the backing, my feet dangling, my legs not long enough to touch the floor.

I looked over at the blank TV screen, then at that damn coffee table and its meaning. I lay right behind where I had given Jake a blowjob the night before.

I glanced back as I felt my daughter lift my skirt over my ass. She rubbed her hand over my pantyhose covered butt. I lay my head on the couch looking at the TV.

The sharp sting of Kelly's hand on my right ass cheek elicited a loud yelp out if me as my head lifted. My hands presses against each side of the couches back.

The sound of her open hand landing on my left cheek filled the room. Then three more slaps, to each alternating cheek. I felt her fingers on the top of my pantyhose and panties. She jerked them down hard tugging them off my ass leaving the wrapped around the top of my thighs. Before I could even think of what my daughter would do to me next, she jammed three fingers up to her last knuckles into my cunt and made a twisting motion as if she was screwing her fingers into me. She then added her pinky finger to the invading digits as she twisted her hand into me. All her knuckles now spreading my pussy's opening apart.

"God mother, you're soaked!" She gleefully informed me of something I already knew.

She laughed, "You are one pathetic old bitch. You know that mother. Your own daughter turning you on, making you juuicee." She sarcastically distorted the word juicy as she continued to screw her fingers back and forth inside me

I then felt her dry thumb tip at the rim opening of my ass and she stabbed it into my butthole. Kelly changed the motion of her fingers to opening and closing inside me, pressing as much of her thumb into my ass as she could.

My body had betrayed me. I had succumbed willingly, without protest to all my daughters' demands. What choice did I have? I started to rock back on to her hand, my clit rubbing delightfully against the top of the couches backing. I could feel my orgasm building, my blissful release a few strokes away. Then Kelly ripped her fist from my pried open pussy and removed her hand from my ass. She knew I was about to cum, SHE KNEW and she was not going to allow me that pleasure!

Wanting the release of my orgasm, I cried out, "NNNOOO!" I received the hardest slap yet on my ass for my dared defiance. She didn't say a word but came around the couch sitting down with her head next to mine. My daughter sat there licking her hand that was covered in my pussy juice.

"Not bad," she said as she continued to lick it up. "Want a taste?" She moved her fingers to my lips. I could smell the pungent, musky odor of my cunt.

"Go on mother, taste yourself," she now ordered.

I moved my head slightly, placed my lips on her wet hand and licked my own cum into my mouth.

She pulled her hand away and took a long lick and then slurped some of my cum off her fingers. She said matter-a-factly, "I think I taste better than you. Daddy says I do."

She continued to clean off my juices, lapping them up. Without looking at me she added sarcastically, "Go do what you gotta do, mother, your little boy will be home soon."

Her words reminded me of why I was home. I pushed myself up off the couch, pulled pantyhose and panties. up onto my ass so I could walk down to my bedroom.

I quickly stepped out of my heels, peeled off my clothes and underwear and wiped off my smeared make. I turned on the shower, stepped into the hot water and soaped away the days odor and washed away the pussy moisture that covered my upper, inner thighs and pubic hair. My daughter's harsh and savage treatment of me now forgotten and my concentration on what I needed to do for my boy's homecoming.

I threw on my full-length white cotton robe, hinged the belt around my waist and headed downstairs for the kitchen.

All I saw was the back of Kelly's head as I walked by the living room, she was taping on her phone, I guessed texting someone.

I started to prepare John's favorite dish. My meatloaf with gravy, mashed potatoes and buttered, fried corn.

I looked over at the clock on the oven. He texted before his ETA was around 5 and it was now 3:30. I had plenty of time. I stuck the meatloaf in the 350 preheated oven, it'll take a good hour an half to cook. Potatoes on a slow simmer and corn standing by to sauté.

I headed out of the kitchen, looked at the back of Kelly's blonde-haired head and to my bedroom.

First to dress. A no-frill underwire, uplifting, slightly padded white bra. I examined myself in the mirror. I'm more than a handful "B" cup. A few minor stretch marks on the sides, nice silver dollar size areolas and nipples that point out. As I tucked those puppies in place, I imagined them crushing into my son's chest when we hugged.

Next, white, cotton, French cut panties. No pantyhose, just shear black, thigh high nylons.

A yellow, soft cotton, short sleeve, button blouse with two-inch frills down the front. I zipped up the pleated blue skirt that covered half my knees. Three inch, off white, strapped, open toed sandals.

I sat at my vanity, not too much makeup, a little bit more than necessary. I stood, looked at myself in the full-length mirror, twirled around like little schoolgirl and actually giggled at myself.

The final touch, a spritz of Channel, not too much. Just for a fresh scent. I brushed my hair out a few times and headed to the kitchen to kitchen to check on the meatloaf's progress and to mash some potatoes.

Kelly was watching a reality show now. She turned, gave me a look up and down, "You clean up nice," I was about to thank her for the unexpected compliment, but then she added, "for a pathetic, worthless cunt."

I tried to ignore her and went into the kitchen. Everything was on schedule.

Suddenly I heard Kelly high pitched squeal from the living room, "JOHNNY!"

I quickly walked out of the kitchen and saw Kelly hugging her brother, her arms wrapped tightly around his back. I knew she was pressing her ample, firm "C" breast into John's chest. John, to my delight, had his arms limp at his sides as Kelly rattled on about how great it was to see him and so on.

John looked over at me, gave me a eye rolling expression and said, "Okay sis, nice to see you too." He put his hands on her shoulders, gently nudged her away. I walked over to my boy, reached up, put my hands on each cheek, "Hi honey." He bent down, I gave his day stubbled cheek a kiss, he kissed my cheek, then wrapped his arms around me drawing me to him. I put my hands around his waist. putting my head on his chest, pressing my tits into his firm abbs. Jesus, his young body felt hard and he smelled so good. His day-old body odor mixed with the stale scent of his aftershave. I inhaled deeply. Neither released our grip and I knew Kelly must be seething as she stood there watching. He whispered, "I missed you mom." I looked up and replied the same. Then he smiled down at me, "What's for dinner."

I both released our hug; I took a step back and playfully hit him in the chest with my fist.

John turned, picked up his bags and headed upstairs to his room. Kelly gave me a squinting, mad look, as if she was saying, "You're going to suffer for that", which had the effect of making my pussy tingle with anticipation of what painfully, pleasing things that little cunt could inflict on me.

I half smiled at her, which probably infuriated her even more. "Good", I thought, "make it hurt little girl."

The rest of the evening was a blur. Jake came, dinner was filled chatter. His father was mostly interested in his grades and which major he was thinking about. John said he had a 3.5 going into finals and was leaning toward an Systems Engineering degree because it seemed pretty straightforward and easier than some other engineering degrees.

Right after dinner, John excused himself, saying he was meeting some "old" high school buddies and would be back late. Jake told him that he wouldn't see him again until Monday, he had an out-of-town golf weekend planned with some co-workers. Kelly said that she was leaving tomorrow also for a sorority reunion, so she wouldn't see him till sometime next week. Kelly left when John did. Jake went to get his clothes and geared packed and I sat on the couch, sipping on a double bourbon, smiling. I'm going to have John all to myself, just how to keep him home from spending all his time out with his "old" high school friends.

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