A Little Mistaken Identity

June after his high school graduation was definitely turning into Vince's favorite month ever. He had a lot of time on his hands, few responsibilities, and with the nice weather he could spend all day at the pool. That was one of his favorite pastimes... looking at all the beautiful women dressed in practically nothing. His hormones were really raging and he didn't even have a girlfriend.

His dad was at work today, so he and his mom, Emmanuelle, were in the house alone. His mom... now there was a woman he enjoyed looking at. She'd been married to his dad for 20 years or so and she still was really hot. Her body was so perfect... womanly, with shapely breasts, and a tight ass... and she worked out all the time. Today she was wearing a tight, spandex, striped tank top and tight shorts as she cleaned around the house. She never overtly dressed slutty... but she definitely dressed to attract attention. Her curves and shape were very much on display today... and most every day.

He made sure he kept an eye on her whenever he could. At the moment, he was considering what he wanted to do for the day and was just sitting in the living room looking over his social media. His mom was in the kitchen, cleaning something or other... he didn't care what. All he cared about was seeing her move about, bending over to pick something up... whatever. He appreciated anything she did where he could get a good look at her without her noticing.

Days like today gave him an ever-present erection.

He was lost reading a message from one of his friends when, out of the blue, the doorbell rang, followed quickly by an urgent knocking at the door. His mom walked out of the kitchen drying her hands with a dish towel. She looked at him, wondering who it was and what it could be about.

Emmanuelle opened the door and was surprised by the explosive entrance of another woman, who grabbed her throat, pushed her against the wall, and kicked the door closed behind her. She held a large knife up so that Emmanuelle got a good look at it.

"What are you...?" Emmanuelle tried to ask as the woman's hand closed on her throat. "Who...?" Emmanuelle grabbed the woman's arm but wasn't strong enough to release her grip.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch," the woman spat angrily. She slid the side of the knife against Emmanuelle's cheek, making sure she saw just how deadly the woman could be. "You're older than I expected for a slut. But as long as someone is willing to fuck you, what do you care? Am I right?"

"I... what are you talking about?" Emmanuelle asked, scared.

The woman smiled, an evil, cold smile. "You're fucking my husband, bitch, that's what I'm talking about," she said.

Emmanuelle was dumbstruck. She had no idea what the woman was saying... she never cheated on her husband. "I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Please," the woman said, squeezing her hand around Emmanuelle's neck even tighter. "Don't try to lie or talk your way out of this, slut. I know the truth. I've known for a while. I just wanted a little more evidence to be absolutely sure." The woman looked down Emmanuelle's body, appreciatively, and licked her lips slowly.

"And you know," she said, sliding the back of the knife over Emmanuelle's breast and nipple, "I'm not mad. I'm not even upset. What I feel is disrespected. I know my husband's a dog. He's always been that way. I'm just wondering what it is about an old slut like you that's keeping him entertained. And if he's going to fuck around, then damnit I'm going to get my share, too." She moved her face very close to Emmanuelle's until they were practically nose to nose. "And you're just the piece of ass I need."

She looked down Emmanuelle's body, tracing the knife tip down with her gaze. "Damn... this outfit looks nice on you. It squeezes in those big tits and ass just right, doesn't it? I mean, look at that cleavage." She slid the knife inside the neckline of Emmanuelle's tank top, sliding the blade through the thin material like butter right between her breasts. "Better hold still. I wouldn't want to slip now. Let's get these off. Can't be a slut if you're wearing clothes." The knife was extremely sharp, cutting through the material of her tank top and bra easily until they fell to the floor, completely exposing Emmanuelle's upper body. Then she slid it into the waist band of her shorts and sliced them, too, making them fall until Emmanuelle was only wearing her panties.

The woman still held Emmanuelle against the wall by her throat as she inspected her handiwork and the naked woman she controlled. "Ooh... nice slutty panties... my husband buy them for you?" Emmanuelle always wore G-strings with a little bit of material covering her pussy. The woman grabbed the lacy material and pulled it up, pulling the material against Emmanuelle's clit, and moved it around until it slid perfectly between her labia.

Emmanuelle let out a whimper as she felt the pleasurable pressure against her clit. Then, with a quick flick, her panties were sliced off, too, falling to the floor.

"Let's see what we have down here," the woman said, sliding her hand over Emmanuelle's stomach and palming her crotch. "Figures... shaved." Her fingertips teased along her wetness, sliding just inside her wet folds. She smiled at Emmanuelle when she felt how excited she was. "Only a slut like you would enjoy this. Don't get your hopes up, bitch. This will not be over quickly. I... am not my husband... the great one pump chump. Understand?"

Emmanuelle closed her eyes as the woman's fingers forced their way between her legs and penetrated her, one finger sliding deep inside. "Yes," she groaned, answering the question.

"We're going to have a good time together. I'm going to play until I don't want to play any more." The woman laughed, sending chills down Emmanuelle's spine. "God! Such a wet pussy. Are you always this wet? I bet you're always waiting for the next cock to come along. You just can't wait for it." She pushed a second and then third finger into Emmanuelle wetness, thrusting as deep as she could. "Three fingers? Really? You're so fucking loose! How many cocks have you fucked? I bet I could get my whole hand up there."

The woman slid her fingers in and out, teasing Emmanuelle's pussy so perfectly that Emmanuelle didn't know if she wanted the woman to stop or not. She couldn't believe how her body was reacting to this.

"I bet you love pussy, too, don't you?" she asked. She used one hand to unfasten her shorts and push them down her legs as she used her other arm to hold Emmanuelle in place. Then she stood back a step. "Now... what you're going to do... is get down on your knees... and eat my pussy. Right now," she said, pointing her finger down.

"But this is a mistake," Emmanuelle protested. She was so scared and confused. This woman was so wrong! She never cheated with her husband, or anyone's husband for that matter.

"Don't make me say it twice," the woman said, turning the knife in front of Emmanuelle's face menacingly.

Emmanuelle slowly slid to the floor until she was on her knees, looking down, dejected, her spirit broken... her body, though, was aroused.

"Look at me," the woman said as she moved closer again, forcing Emmanuelle to look up at her. "Open your mouth... stick out your tongue." Emmanuelle did as ordered and the woman pushed her hips into her face. "Mmm... good girl. You better lick it. And you better fucking make me cum." The woman moved her hips a little, encouraging Emmanuelle to lick her clit just as she needed. "Show me what a good little slut you are. Aw, that's it. Eat that fucking pussy. Oh yeah... just what I thought... you're good at that. Yeah... just like that. You've done this before, huh? Oh, I know you have, because you're a fucking slut. And sluts do everything."

Emmanuelle closed her eyes, trying to think of something else, trying to figure out a way out of this situation. She'd never been with a woman before, so this was all new to her. But she couldn't believe... that it made her feel... good.

"Look at me... look at me," the woman said, forcing her to open her eyes again. "Mmhmm... lick that pussy good," she moaned. "You love that taste, don't you? You love the taste of pussy." Emmanuelle didn't say anything, just kept her tongue moving a little, hoping it would be enough. "Tell me you love my pussy!" the woman said loudly.

"I... I love your pussy," Emmanuelle whispered robotically. She wanted to it be a lie. But... she couldn't help but feel that this was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced.

The woman smiled and shook her head. "God, you're just a little fuck toy aren't you?"

"Mom? What's going on?" Vince said loudly as he entered the hallway. His mom had been gone for longer than he expected and he wondered if something was wrong. Good thing, too, he thought, seeing the woman standing, holding a large knife on his mom while she knelt on the floor, her face in the woman's crotch. "What the hell? Get away from her!" he yelled moving forward to defend Emmanuelle.

The woman put the knife on Emmanuelle's head, threateningly. "One step closer and I'm going to make a big hole in her," she said.

"Listen to her, honey," Emmanuelle said urgently, looking at him. She was so scared of getting cut. "Just... just do what she says. It'll be ok. It's just a... misunderstanding."

Vince stopped several steps away from them, his hands on his head as he looked at them helplessly. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mom was on her knees, completely naked. Her tits were better than he'd even imagined and they were right there.

"Wow! Now this is interesting," the woman laughed. "Maybe this is why you're so wet. Were you fucking him?" the woman asked.

"No! He's my son!" Emmanuelle said, surprised that the woman would even think of such a thing.

"You're fucking your son?" she laughed. "You are such a slut!"

Emmanuelle huffed and looked down. This woman was horrible. Suddenly the woman grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled up to make her stand.

"Back into the living room," she said as Emmanuelle rose to her feet. Vince didn't move, though. "Now!" she yelled. Making him jerk alert.

They moved down the hallway, Vince in the lead, backing up slowly, the woman pulling Emmanuelle by her hair, holding the knife at her throat.

"You... sit right there," she said, pointing to the recliner. She pulled Emmanuelle to the other side of the sitting area, towards the couch. "We'll get all nice and comfy right here." The woman sat down, spread her knees, and pulled Emmanuelle to sit on the edge of the couch between them, facing Vince.

The woman set the knife down beside her and wrapped her hands around Emmanuelle, under her arms. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them firmly, pulling Emmanuelle into her. "Wow, your tits are huge! So soft and squeezable. Definitely more than a handful! And your nipples are hard already?" she said, pinching and pulling them. "You must like what I'm doing to you," she giggled.

"No," Emmanuelle said softly, denying the fact that her body indeed loved the woman's demanding touch.

"Yeah right." The woman looked at Vince and saw the desire in his eyes. He obviously was loving what she was doing to his poor mom. "Don't you just want to suck on them?" she asked him.

Vince hesitated. "Uh... I, uh..."

"Of course you do. Every boy wants to suck on big titties like these. I'm sure all you have to do is ask, too. Isn't that right mommy?"

No, that wasn't right, Emmanuelle thought, but didn't answer. She looked down, unable to look at Vince. She knew it felt so good, but this was her son. She'd never... encourage anything of the sort.

The woman dropped one hand back to Emmanuelle's thigh, pulling on it to open her legs wider. Her hand immediately moved to her pussy, quickly finding her clit and making quick circles over it.

"Oh... does that feel good mommy?" she asked Emmanuelle. "Am I making your pussy wet? I think it already was," she laughed. "You're a fucking horny slut, you know that?" The woman then slid two fingers into her pussy and began fingering her, her palm slapping her clit with every thrust. Emmanuelle's juices dripped from her pussy, making sloshing sounds. "Wow... you're really getting turned on by this."

"Oh... yes," Emmanuelle moaned so softly, forgetting where she was and what was happening. Her pussy was humming, the pleasure quickly building.

The woman stopped and slid her fingers out, raising her hand to show her wet fingers to Emmanuelle and Vince. "I bet you'd love to taste that, wouldn't you?" she asked Vince. "Just imagine what her pretty little pussy tastes like."

Vince closed his mouth and breathed hard, noticing that he was holding his breath all along. The sight before him made him too excited to even think. He felt his cock pressing uncomfortably against the front of his pants and used a hand to adjust it's position.

The woman smiled, her eyes twinkling as she looked down at his crotch. "Aw, your little boy is getting a woody," she said, giggling. "I guess it is kind of naughty of you to tease him like this, huh mommy? You never thought he'd see you so naked and horny, huh, getting your pussy fingered? I bet you wonder what his cock looks like. Let's find out." The woman looked at Vince and commanded him. "Take your clothes off."

"What? My clothes?" he stammered.

"Just... just do what she says, Vince," Emmanuelle said, on one hand afraid of what the woman would do it she was denied... but on the other hand, in the deep recesses of her perverted mind, she wondered what his cock looked like.

Vince pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, then rose and unfastened his jeans. He pulled each leg free and tossed them with his shirt. He stood wearing only his boxers, his hands in front of his crotch to hide his obvious erection.

"Go on... those too," the woman demanded, indicating his boxers.

Vince pulled them down and kicked them aside, his hands quickly moving back to hide his cock.

"Now... pull your hands away," the woman commanded. "This is some mommy and me time. Show mommy what you've got."

Vince was too shy to move. He looked down at the ground and blushed crimson.

"Get your hands out of the way!" the woman demanded loudly. "Stand up... nice and tall."

Vince, scared, moved his hands away, exposing himself to these two women. And the knowledge that they saw him, that they appreciated what they saw, made him even harder.

"Ooh... that's a nice cock, isn't it mommy?" the woman said in Emmanuelle's ear. "Mmm, I think it's throbbing. That's mouthwatering isn't it." Both of the women looked at Vince's stiff cock, but Emmanuelle looked away quickly. She couldn't believe how just looking at it made her pussy tingle. How could she want her son's cock like that?

"Stroke it for mommy," the woman said, returning her fingers to Emmanuelle's pussy. "Go on! You keep stroking it while mommy watches." Vince wrapped his hand around his shaft and slid it up and down, slowly. He was so hard... so excited. "But don't you dare cum," the woman threatened. "You cum and I'll make sure you lick it all up before I cut your balls off."

Vince blushed even more as he stood there, cock in hand, stroking it in front of his mom. He looked away from them, wishing they'd suddenly disappear. Emmanuelle was embarrassed to, and looked down, trying not to look at him.

"You look nervous," the woman said. "Why are you so nervous? It's a beautiful thing between mommy and son."

"No it's not," Emmanuelle whispered in protest, making the woman laugh.

"So, this is the way I see it. I get what I want, as you've seen. And I figure, son, we can help each other." Her fingers moved faster in circles around Emmanuelle's clit, making her moan softly. "I want to punish your mother here... and I know you want to fuck her. We can help each other out. What do you say?"

Vince hesitated. He couldn't believe an opportunity like this was presenting itself. But... it was being offered by some psycho woman.

"Of course," she giggled, "it's either you help me, or I cut off your balls."

"Wha...? Um... yeah..." Vince stammered, suddenly afraid. He felt his balls jerk at the mention of their removal.

"Oh! Perfect!" she said, smiling.

Vince looked away, nervous again. He stopped stroking his cock and covered himself again in embarrassment.

"Oh please... you think I don't know you check your mother out? All boys do. Always trying to get a look at her when she's naked. Look at me!" she commanded and Vince obeyed. He licked his lips wishing he could be somewhere else. "Yeah... I see how you look at her even now. Looking at her... curves. And her big titties." The woman grabbed and lifted Emmanuelle's breasts, showing them off to Vince. "I bet you like these big titties... they're so soft. Bet you never get to see them just like this."

Vince looked at his mom as the woman put her on display. No... he'd never seen her looking like this. She looked scared, but there was something more. She looked... excited. And seeing the woman touching her so intimately, excited Vince. It reminded him of the porn videos he'd watched again and again.

"Your mommy and I are going to make sure you get the fucking you deserve today. Isn't that right mommy?" Emmanuelle shook her head and looked down. How could the woman do this to them? "So... I think to start, it's time you get a taste of mommy's pussy. What do you think? I promise... once you do... you're going to be addicted. You'll want to eat it a lot!"

The woman moved her hand down to Emmanuelle's thigh again, pulling on it to make sure it was wide open. Then she moved her hand down and, with her fingers, opened Emmanuelle's pussy for Vince's viewing pleasure.

"I think it'll be a really nice arrangement for both of you, because I know she loves to fuck."

Vince stood there, looking down... looking anywhere but at his mother's exposed pussy.

"I see how hard your cock is," the woman giggled. "Don't try to resist this... it's not going to work. Every man wants to have a sexy woman in his life. I think it's time to experience what you're going to get to enjoy from now on. The rest of your life. Now... get on your knees... come here... and lick her pussy."

Vince didn't move. His mouth felt so dry and he blushed a deep crimson.

"Hey!" the woman said loudly, startling him, shaking him up, making him look at her. "Why are you hesitating? Get over here now and lick that pussy. You know I'm going to get my way. I always do. So you might as well just throw your hands up and do it. I know you want to taste it. And I know you want to fuck it. So no more resistance. Get down here now!"

Emmanuelle couldn't even look at him. "Just... do what she says, baby. It'll be alright."

"See, even your mommy wants your cock."

Vince felt as if he had no choice. He slowly dropped to his knees and began crawling on all fours the few feet forward.

"Mmmm, I like watching you crawl across the floor like that. Did you sniff your way over?" she asked, giggling, as Vince stopped a foot from the couch... and his mom's pussy. "You like that smell, don't you? The smell of a wet and ready pussy. Now it's time for you to have a taste of what you've always wanted. Don't be shy. This is going to be the perfect thing for you. Such a sloppy, slutty pussy."

Vince moved even closer, his face now just a few inches from his mom's pussy. Her scent filled his nostrils... a scent that he'd never smelled before. A scent that fueled his desires.

"Yeah... get in there. Everybody else has fucked it, you might as well, too. Look at your mommy's clit!" she said, using her fingers to expose the little nub to him. "She's ready to come out and play. Just one little lick... right there..."

"I'm sorry," he whispered to his mom as they met eyes, then moved forward and extended his tongue, touching her pussy for the first time. The tip touched her exposed clit. Emmanuelle shuddered, feeling the warm heat of his mouth against her for the first time.