This will make more sense if you read the earlier parts. Don't worry, they're fun, action packed, and build the tension. Read them first! Also, all characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older. Enjoy.
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"Grab the car keys, Mom." Roy pulled on his jacket and stood by the front door. "I need a ride."
"It's a school night." Amanda put down her magazine and walked into the hall. Sure enough, Roy looked ready to head out. "Where are you going?"
"I'd rather not say." Roy smiled at his mom.
"I'm not taking you anywhere at this hour, young man." Amanda crossed her arms and planted her feet.
"Where's Dad?" Roy lowered his voice to a whisper.
"He's in his study, working." Amanda raised her eyebrows and cocked her head at Roy.
"Come here," Roy whispered.
Amanda moved down the hall toward her son. "Yes?"
Roy leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Do you want my dick again?"
After a long pause, Amanda nodded her head.
"Well, then." Roy leaned away from her and gave her a good-natured smack on the ass. "Please go grab those keys and put on a coat."
Amanda avoided Roy's smug gaze and hustled to do as he asked. She stopped in and told Nathaniel that she needed to take Roy to a function at school. It was a flimsy excuse, but her husband grunted an affirmative and didn't look up from his work.
Mother and son got into the car and she drove. Roy directed her across town to a dark, quiet street with charming bungalows. She parked outside a blue and white house with the lights on inside.
Roy pulled his sweater down over his fat belly and tucked it into the front of his pants. He took a deep breath. Amanda watched him closely, fingers fidgeting on the steering wheel. The car popped and whined a little as the engine cooled.
"I'm nervous, Mom." Roy looked at his beautiful, pale mother in the dim light. Her dark eyes and black hair blended into the evening.
"Well, if you told me what this was about, maybe I could help you." She patted Roy's thigh. "Is this about a girl." She was hopeful Roy might be turning his colossal gadget on women his own age.
"Yeah, it's about a girl." Roy's shoulders relaxed a little. "I could use your help. Could you blow me, please?" Roy untucked his sweater and lowered his pants and underwear. His hard dick stood at attention.
"What?" Amanda looked around at the empty street with wide eyes. "Now?"
Roy nodded. He watched the cross on her necklace slip out of her dress and hang down as she lowered her mouth to his dick. "Oh, yeah, Mom." He put his hands on the back of her head and gripped her silky hair. "If I cum, it'll really calm me down."
"Mmmmmpppphhhhh." Amanda allowed his massive cudgel down her throat. She'd become so good at pleasing Roy orally. But she really wanted this to be over quickly, before someone walked by with their dog, or got home late from work. She took long gurgling strokes, massaging Roy's overripe balls with her left hand.
"I'm not usually nervous ... these days ... with women." Roy was about ready to blast. "It's just ... I think her husband's home ... and I'm not sure about the sweat ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." He gripped her hair tighter and pushed her head all the way down on his dick as he came.
Amanda had only a second to try to make sense of Roy's words. Then she was a slave to ecstasy as she choked on and swallowed Roy's massive load.
By the time Amanda regained her senses, Roy had already opened the door. "Wait for me. I shouldn't be too long."
Amanda looked up at him as she lay on her stomach in the front seat.
"Also, you'll probably want to clean that up before it stains." Roy pointed to the cum that dribbled out of the side of her mouth and pooled on the seat below. "Bye, Mom." Roy slammed the door and jogged circles over the front lawn.
"My, gosh," Amanda whispered to herself as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She sat up and watched Roy jog around for a few minutes. He then tucked in his sweater again, combed his dark hair back with his fingers, and went to ring the doorbell. Amanda recognized the blonde that answered the door. It was one of Roy's teachers. The woman shook her head several times and Roy nodded back at her. Amanda couldn't hear what they were saying. After a minute of back and forth, the blonde woman let Roy into the house and closed the door after them.
"Poor woman," Amanda whispered. She leaned over the seat and reached into the back where Roy had left one of his sweaters. But before she could mop up the cooling semen, she found herself with her face back down in it, licking up every last drop. She trembled as the salty protein dissolved on her tongue. When she was done, Amanda sat back up, wiped her spit off the seat with Roy's old sweater, and waited for him to finish with his teacher.
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"I'm happy he socked that fat boy, Susy." Fred looked approvingly around the dinner table. Susy had a worried and almost anxious expression on her face. His eldest daughter, Sally, had come home for a surprise visit that afternoon, and she looked more bemused than anything else. Patrick avoided his father's gaze, but Fred could see blossoming confidence in his son. "And if Pat was late for dinner because he was with some girl, great. Patrick needs more women, and fights, in his life."
"But ..." Susy didn't know how much she dared say to her husband and daughter.
"Yes?" Fred looked at his wife with an eyebrow raised. "But what? You don't want our kid to grow into a man?"
"I just ..." Susy sighed. "I thought you'd be harder on him."
