Jerri lay in bed thinking about the events of the night before. After the "rape" she had managed to freshen up and return to the party. She remembered looking frantically for her panties, but they were nowhere to be found. She assumed they were now one of her phantom's numerous souvenirs. The party lasted till the wee hours of the morning and it had been a rousing success. As she wandered about, she studied everyone carefully, looking for anything that might tell her who he had been. She chuckled, remembering how quickly Pete had been ruled out. She "accidentally" let the back of her hand rub his bulging cock as his wandering hands made their usual pilgrimage over her body. Not a chance, she had thought...maybe half a chance. Everyone seemed engaged in the dance of seduction with each other. She noticed a few strange pairings, as people drifted off occasionally then returned with their faces flushed and guilt ridden. The fabulous four left early. She assumed they would be somewhere more private so they might enjoy their activities freely. Mike was gone. She did manage to corner Toby for a few seconds. Her worries were relieved when he teased her about Mike. He even warned her to be careful and not look so damn sexy, noting that his best friend had had a crush on her since their early teens. "He's a hound mom," he said grinning broadly "and you are the fox," he added. Although she could not know for certain, Mike seemed to be the top contender. This was going to be interesting.
She was grateful that she had managed to muster up enough energy to satisfy her horny husband. He had had a few more drinks than promised and hadn't noticed how wet and loose she was. She had even convinced him not to wear a condom...just in case...to cover the rare chance that the sperm already swimming in her unprotected sex did their job. She was even more grateful that "all night long" for her husband actually meant one short burst of enthusiastic fucking followed by a long night of snoring. She had surprised herself...she was a certain shoe in for an academy award. A slight pang of guilt had crept into her mind as he pumped into her body. As skillful a lover as her husband was, she couldn't keep her herself from wishing it was that huge cock pummeling her squishy cunt and surging and spurting again and again in her hungry orifice. Her feigned orgasm was so convincing, Matt's ego swelled, thinking it was caused by his manly efforts. And, as a reward, he slid between her legs and hungrily lapped at her pussy, bringing her to what he thought was her second orgasm of the night. She wondered how he would react if he knew...he was eating the cum of another man. She hoped her tender and well-used pussy would soon return to its normal tightness.
Jerri finally dragged herself out of bed. She slipped on a short, thin robe and wandered into the kitchen. Her first order of business was to start a pot of coffee. Matt had already headed off to the golf course and would grab a cup of coffee at the club to begin his weekend ritual. She prepared a full pot, enough for herself and her coffee drinking son. She hit the button and heard it begin to gurgle then took a peek out of the kitchen window at the back yard. It was a disaster but she realized the caterers would be back later in the afternoon to clean up and gather up their equipment.
Might as well get some laundry started, she thought. It is Saturday and everyone has their own rituals. She found an empty basket in the laundry room and headed upstairs. As she passed the hall bathroom, she heard the shower running and smiled. Toby was up early. She was happy that the incident with Mike was sloughed off so easily. She adored her son and was so proud of his achievements. It would have been heart breaking to have something like that come between them.
She opened the door to his room and peeked inside. She had to laugh. Housekeeping was not one of his strong points. She picked up the clothes that lay strew about the floor. She recognized the pants and shirt he had been wearing at the party. She dropped the shirt into the basket and paused to empty his pockets. She had learned her lesson when she had accidentally washed a pair without checking once before. No one appreciated the blue tint that colored that load...damn magic marker. Her face flushed when she noticed the whitish stains around the zipper. She softly chuckled. It wasn't the first time. She should be used to them by now. He was a handsome and very charming young man. She wondered which one of the lovely young girls at the party whom had been the object of his attention. She set his wallet on his nightstand and fished her hand into the right front pocket.
Jerri's knees buckled instantly and her stomach tightened as she drew her torn and still damp panties into the morning light. Her heart was in her throat and she could barely breathe. Oh my God...Oh my God, her brain screamed over and over. Her tears washed over her flushed cheeks as the shame of what had happened filled her mind. How could he have done this to her? My God, her own son had fucked her? Her hands shook uncontrollably as she stared at the evidence.
"Mom, is something wrong?" Startled, she turned instantly and faced him. His eyes widened as they spotted what she was holding in her hand. "Mom...I can..." Before he could finish his sentence, she dropped his pants and rushed towards him. Without thinking her hand raised and struck his face. She hit him again and had started to slap him a third time when his hands caught her wrists and held them down at her sides.
"How could you do it? How could you?" she screamed. He just stood there, his head down, his eyes focused on the floor. "I am your mother, Toby." Toby continued to stand, motionless, unable or unwilling to say a word. "Say something, God damn it," she shouted, her rage overtaking her shame a little more with every breath. She waited but he said nothing. Then slowly, his head lifted and he looked directly into her eyes. Jerri was shocked. There was no shame in his eyes, not the slightest bit of remorse. Instead, there was that smug, self-satisfied look she had seen to many times before. Even a smile was threatening to spread across his face.
"Didn't you like it?" The words stunned her. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to scream at him...hit him...claw his eyes out...but she was frozen where she stood. She could only stare at him, tears streaming down her face, her lips trembling. "I know you did...I could feel it. You loved it. And, you want more, don't you? Here, look at it." Her eyes followed his hand down to his waist then looked quickly back into his eyes. He can't be doing this...what the hell is he thinking? She realized that the only thing that covered his powerful body was a towel. And with a single tug, it dropped to the floor, leaving her beautiful son naked before her eyes. Her eyes instantly flew down to that same, huge cock that had filled her hungry pussy...that beautiful throbbing cock that had pumped her incestuous cunt full of cum. It danced in front of her, swaying gently as its vertical eyes stared at her like a hungry python. "See mom, it wants to fuck you again."
"Nooooooooooo," she pleaded, softly. "I don't want it again, Toby. It was all a terrible mistake. Please Toby, please, don't do this. We can't. It's so wrong." She tried not to look...not to stare...not to move closer. She tried to drive away the horrible thoughts that were beginning to fill her mind but she couldn't clear her head. But it is so beautiful...so big...so ready. He stepped closer and his cock pressed against her, the heat searing her flesh through the thin shirt that covered her taut belly. "Please, Baby," she whimpered..."don't make me do this."
"Come on, Mom. You know you want to. Remember...how it felt inside you...how it made you feel?" Toby rested his hands on her waist and gently pulled her against his naked body. Jerri shivered as the tip of his cock slid upward...moving over her belly until its length pressed against her. He began to pump his hips in and out, grinding against her, letting her feel every inch of his throbbing manhood.
