Chapter 1
The sight stopped me right in my tracks and I watched them, openmouthed. His voice was hoarse, excited, when he spoke. "Let me take off your bra, Barbara. Let me feel it."
"Dynamite," she said, her own voice hoarse with obvious excitement.
I watched, horrified, as the girl moved forward on the couch and my son lifted her sweater so he could undo her bra. That effected, he pulled the girl back on the seat and lifted her sweater right over her trim little breasts. His hand cupped the girl's right breast and he bent forward, tongue out of mouth, toward her hard little nipple. Barbara no longer looked like the sweet young thing she had implied she was when we first met two weeks prior.
Then, she had smiled sweetly and was more than polite. Now she looked like a veritable vixen as she leaned back to watch my young son go at her breasts with his tongue. Her lips spread into a disgusting sensual curl and she grasped my son's long hair with her fingers and pulled his head hard against her breast. Mark opened his mouth, taking nearly half the lovely orb into his teeth while his hand continued to knead the flesh surrounding it. Barbara was enjoying it immensely.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good, darling. Oh, your tongue is so warm and hot on my nipple. Oh, I love the way you rub your tongue across it. Oh, Mark."
Her words excited my son. He went at her more eagerly. His left hand slipped around her back, cupped her free breast while he continued to give tongue care to her nipple.
That was bad enough, but not quite as upsetting to watch as seeing my son's right hand slip between Barbara's spreading thighs. He rubbed his palm up and down the crotch of her panties. It was so wet, it slid easily across her crack. Still clutching his hair with her fingers, still forcing him to take even more of her breast in her mouth, still sporting a look of extreme sexuality, Barbara slid forward on the seat. Her short skirt rose nearly to her waist, her wide-spread legs stretching her wet panty crotch. Around the elastic band, there was evidence of her dark pubic hairs.
Mark's finger dug under the elastic, and probed the wet heat of her crack. For a moment, I thought he was going to get on top of her. His hand disappeared underneath the cloth of her crotch, lifting it with the back of his hand while his fingers gave pleasure to Barbara's slit.
"Oh, Mark, Mark, Mark," she squealed. "Oh, you darling! Oh, it feels so warm. Oh, it drives me wild. Oh, you are so good!"
I was just about to storm right into the room, to catch them in the middle of their act, but I could not make a move after seeing what Barbara did next. She placed her delicate hand right between the legs of my son. Her palm rubbed across his left thigh, finding his manhood. Her fingers dug into the material of his pants, clutching at the large protuberance that had become evident. She pumped the material, and I was certain she had her fingers clasped around my son's staff.
She released her grip and her tiny fingers rose up his abdomen, searching through his pants material, right underneath his belt. Finding the lever to his zipper, she pulled it down, and her hand disappeared into the opening. His pants material was forced upward by her frantically moving hand, and in a second, the treasure she had sought was out of his trousers.
I could not help staring when I saw his hard rod stick straight out from his middle. I had on occasion noticed, when he wore his tight levis, that the flesh at his crotch was large, and created a bulge that had caught my interest more than once. But I had had no idea the extent to which he had grown up. I had no inkling that my young son, who had asked me question after question about women and had queried me endlessly about what made females happy, was asking those questions with his own sexual pleasure in mind. I had only thought-they were normal wonderings of a teenager. When I had seen him display his athletic prowess on the football field during the high school games, I was aware of the flooding of admiration I felt when the ball he tossed so perfectly was caught by his team-mate and another touchdown lighted the scoreboard and the rooters' yells joined with the wild sounds of the band. But I had not been aware that he was interested in anything other than football. I thought football took care of all his needs. I had never once considered that somewhere along the line, he had grown into a man.
But watching the girl's hand unable to fully close around the staff of his cock made me realize he was no longer just a boy. Erect, his prick was larger than I could ever have imagined it to be. It jutted proudly upward a full ten inches. Its staff was large, and thick, enough to please any woman, even women whose vaginas had been stretched by childbirth. The mere circumference of it looked as great as an eight ounce glass. It would nicely split any woman he inserted it into, and I knew that it would provide a female, any female, with a grating joy of the utmost sort.
It was not the first time Barbara had seen it, that was apparent from the way she did not enthuse over its large size. Had they already had sexual intercourse somewhere along the line? Had my son been fucking her with his huge prick? Was he no longer the virgin I had expected him to be?
"It's so nice, baby," Barbara said, her voice guttural as she used both her hands to close over his staff and to pump it vigorously. The heat of her palms on his cock, the clutch of her hands as she rubbed his outer flesh against the hard, inside cylinder was making my young son as hot as any man could be. He ran his hand up her abdomen, gripped the elastic of her panties at the waist and yanked at them as if he did not even care if he ripped them if they would only come off immediately. Barbara helped. That bitch that I had thought was so nice put her weight on her feet and lifted her firm butt up from the seat so her panties would slide over her rump. Her flesh spread against the smooth fur of the couch while she extended her legs in the air so Mark could slip her panties off her feet. And not once had she broken the rhythm with which she was so energetically pumping his cock.
My eyes were rooted to the sight unfolding in front of me fully as much as my feet were rooted to the floor, just twenty feet away from them. I kept thinking they would observe my presence, as least sense I was there, but their interest was totally focused pn their own sexual pleasures. That, of course, was the predominant factor. Any additional explanation was the singular light on the table next to the couch which spread its circular beam of illumination to a radius of only some four feet. The light bathed only them, and a little bit of the floor surrounding the couch. I was standing in near-total darkness. It was lucky for me, and unlucky for them.
Mark's mouth left Barbara's breast covered with his saliva when he placed his lips on hers and I could tell, from her cheeks, which soon became sunken, that she had glombed onto his tongue with a similar intensity as her hands still clutched tightly around his cock, pumping it. My son's hand was back between her legs and she had spread them wide, her membranes glistening in the light.
There was something totally disgusting in the way she scooted her butt forward on the couch and spread her legs so wantonly for my son's hand. He rubbed it the full length and breath of her gaping cunt, and I shuddered when the heel of his palm provided her clit with pleasure and his middle finger began to probe through her glistening pink membranes for the entrance to her vagina.
The girl was incredibly excited, and the pumping she was giving his prick increased in speed while she was as eagerly kissing Mark as he was her.
Again I sensed the time was appropriate for me to speak, to stop what was going on once and for all, but the words, although already formulated in my mind, did not tumble forth as I had expected they would. Despite my disgust, despite my shock and horror, what I was seeing was filling my being with something akin to morbid fascination. It was not just the fact it was the first time I had seen my son's penis erect, nor the passionate depths he could be driven to. There was something else going on within me as well. Between my own legs, I was aware that I was beginning to ooze wetness and my own panties became damp as the throbs in my clit began to match those occurring in my vagina. It had been a full year since I had had sex myself. With the separation from my husband had come separation from sex. Sometimes I had thought I should just go out and pick up a man in a bar in order to stop the sexual desires that coursed through me with aching regularity, especially before my period, but I did not feel that was appropriate behavior for the mother of a twenty-year-old girl and a seventeen-year-old son. Yet my own son did not have a similar respect for me. He was not even considering me, so lost was he in his own sensual pleasure.
That rankled at me, added to the set of mixed emotions flooding through me. How could he select such a wanton girl? She was responding just like a whore. They had been only dating for three weeks, and already her legs were spread as if they were married. How could he be so forgetful that I was still in the house? Didn't he realize I never went to sleep until he was in his own bedroom? How dare he not be more discreet! How ugly that he not be more attentive to the loins that had spread to give him birth!
But his mother was the furthest thing from his mind, now, with his tongue sunk so deep into the mouth of the writhing girl who was pleasing his rod, with him returning sensual pleasure to her clit and cunt with fingers that were more deft than I would hope they would be.
His face was flushed nearly to a beet-red when he drew his mouth back from hers.
"You're driving me wild, Barbara. You're so wet, so warm, everywhere. Just a minute, baby. There's something I'd like to do that I've been thinking about ever since I met you!" Each word he uttered was tinged with lust, with excitement. And it was not my imagination that his entire body was shaking as he fell to the floor on his knees and scrambled between the girl's legs. He put his hands under her rump, lifting it ever so slightly as he feasted his eyes on the undulating membranes spreading for him. His tongue extending a short distance, he gingerly placed it onto the upper portion of her crack.
"Dynamite," Barbara moaned. "That's so nice and warm, your tongue feels so good there, Mark, so good, do it some more, baby. Put your entire mouth over it. Suck it."
My son followed her directives to the letter. Pulling her rear toward him while he opened his mouth and pushed it into her mound, he began to heatedly suck on her clit while the finger of his right hand pushed into her crack underneath his lips and disappeared. His cock was spread out in front of him, rubbing against the couch front as his tongue kept busy and his right hand kept plunging into her vagina. He was moving his arm so fast, it had become a mere blur in my eyes.
The girl maneuvered closer to Mark, her rear-end sliding off the edge of the couch as her thighs locked around the neck of my son. She forced his face to squash right against her widened cunt.
"Lick, Mark. Lick!" she beseeched, her voice becoming a whimper.
Mark responded immediately to her wail. He took his finger from her vagina so he could swipe at her crack. Starting right near her anus, he slipped his tongue into her butt cheeks, rolled it around until the girl's pupils disappeared under her eyelids. The feeling she was experiencing must have been too much for her. She released her legs from their ankle-lock and slid her thighs forward on Mark's strong shoulders. The movement forced her rear downward and her cunt grated against his face while it sunk deep into her slit. But Mark did not seem to mind that his face was nearly totally covered with her juices. Her excitement made it better for him and I was certain, from the position of his head and the energy with which he was eating her, that he had dug his tongue right into her vagina.
His was nose in the middle of her crack, his forehead rubbed against her clit. Then heatedly, as if he was covering her face with kisses, he ran nose and tongue all the way up her slit, pausing at her clitoris to rock his tongue from side to side against her mound.
"Oh, baby," she said, putting her hands to the top of his head and grasping long locks of hair in her clenched fists. "That's it, sweetie. That's the way to do it. That's the way to eat, baby. You're driving me wild, sweetie. Oh, that's fine, so good. Eat, eat, eat. Don't stop. Go, go, go!"
She tugged at his hair as if she was holding two reins which would direct my son's tongue, his mouth, to the area that would provide her with the greatest pleasure possible.
"You do me, baby, then I'll do you. Oh, it feels so nice. Oh, how good you eat. Oh, I can hardly wait till I can suck on you!" My son turned his face to the left and right, sinking it deeper into her crack as if he wanted to hear more of her words. Barbara gratified him immediately.
"Such a nice grind. Oh, baby, baby, baby. You can't imagine how good you make me feel. Oh, Mark, give me you to suck on. Let me take that beautiful cock in my mouth and suck, suck, suck. Then you can put it in me and we can fuck, fuck. fuck. Please."
With a final grind of his face and his hands still shaking, my son got to his feet and placed his knees between those of the girl, whose back rested on the seat with only her head butting against the rear of the couch.
It was with maximum horror that my eyes widened at the sight of my own sweet son's face taking on all the aspects of a satyr as he clutched his hand around the huge staff of his cock and slowly raised it, then lowered it, as he approached closer to the girl's mouth.
It was open, her tiny tongue outstretched and rolling from one side of her lips to the other as if she was showing my son what he would get when he positioned his huge cock against her mouth.
"You want this, Barbara? You want this in your mouth? You want to suck on this big hunk of meat? You're not afraid of it?"
I could not believe the tone in my son's voice. It was not the voice I had heard when he spoke to me all those many years. It was as sexual, as sensual, as guttural as that of a sex fiend. He did not even look like the son I knew. His face held the expression only of passion so great he could only think of sexual gratification.
"Yes, yes, yes, I want it, Mark. Let me suck on it!" The young girl sounded like his female counterpart, a woman driven only by her sexual urges.
Mark moved that large cock toward her until her darting tongue pressed right against the tip of his cock. She pushed her tongue against it as if by mere pressure, she could slip inside her glans opening. Then her mouth opened wider than I thought possible. My son's huge cock head edged between her teeth and she clamped her mouth down on it, covering his entire head. As soon as she had her firm grasp on it, Mark released his right hand from the staff and stretched his long arms outward, resting his hands on the back of the couch as his rod pressed into her mouth, as it rocked against the inside of her cheeks, pressing them outward.
So engrossed was I in what I was watching, I almost forgot I was Mark's mother, still in charge of his morals. The throbbing between my legs had increased when I saw his magnificent gourd narrow the distance between his tip and her mouth. And for some very odd, strange reason, I was licking my lips as my stare continued.
There was something about the way his cock was sliding further into the young girl's mouth that was causing a decided change in me. There was something about seeing that very large cock, larger than his father's by at least three inches, that filled me with similar admiration as I had experienced when I watched his prowess on the football field. I began to become embarrassed at my own fascination, but I still could do nothing other than continue watching as my son so easily slid his cock in and out of the dainty mouth spread for him.
She had done this before, probably to him. Hers was the touch of an expert as her hands again grasped the staff of his cock and began pumping the foreskin while her mouth and tongue were providing Mark with additional delights. And he went right with it, oh, yes he did. It was certainly not the first time he had fucked a girl's mouth. That was clearly evident from the look on his face as he so intently watched her pump his rod, as he gained so much obvious pleasure from watching his penis plunge into such an eagerly sucking orifice.
"That's even nicer than before, Barbara," he said, rotating his groin so his rod tip gained more enjoyment. "You do that better than any girl I've been with, Barbara. Oh, Barbara. I could explode right now, right inside your sweet little mouth. But I won't Barbara. Wait, Barbara. Stop. I'm too close. Just a minute."
He pulled his rod back from her mouth, letting it throb and dangle two inches away from her lips, while the grimace on his face indicated the difficulty he was having in controlling himself.
"Don't come, not yet, Mark. Hold it. We still haven't fucked yet."
"I know, baby. I know. Why do you think I told you to stop? Just another minute. Wait a second." He was concentrating intently, as if by doing so, he could control himself. The way his rod, slickened at the top where it had been embedded in her mouth, throbbed so vigorously, was lifting up in the air with regularity, I, too, wondered if I would soon see his white fluid spurt against the girl's nearby face, and my own breath was held with anticipation of what would happen next. A thousand thoughts fluttered through my mind in the few seconds, waiting. He had not only done it before with Barbara, he had done it before with other girls. Good God, what was I, born yesterday? Thinking my son was still a boy, still a virgin? At seventeen years old?
Mark finally let out his breath and I did too. He had won the battle with his passion. He had controlled himself.
"God. I thought you were going to shoot off, Mark, before we had our chance."
"So did I," he confessed. "But I won't take any chances now. I've been waiting all week long to fuck you!"
"Then do it, Mark! I'm burning up everywhere!"
He lowered himself between her legs, taking his cock between his two hands and positioning it right into her cunt. His finger slipped between her vulva lips and in a second, his cock tip was placed where his fingers had found her hole.
"That's it, Mark!" the girl exclaimed as he pressed his cock forward, beginning to edge the tip into her. "That feels good, Mark! Oh, Mark. Fuuuuck me!"
Hearing that tramp beg my son to have sexual intercourse with her brought me right back to reality. The feelings that had been ripping through me like pin balls, never finding a place to rest all found their slot simultaneously. No vixen was going to debase my son in such a depraved manner. I would have a talk with him, set him straight later. But I wanted everything stopped right now!
"Don't you children realize it's after midnight?" I asked, my voice enunciating the words crisply and clearly.
Both heads turned in my direction and I must confess the look of shock on their faces made me feel it was a just dessert to the ordeal they had both put me through.
"Mother!" Mark whispered, drawing back from the girl, and turning in my direction.
"Mrs. Dunlap!" the girl screamed, pulling her sweater down over her breasts and frantically searching the floor for her panties. She found them, and rapidly put them on.
"I didn't know you were there, Mother!" My son exclaimed, looking fearful and attempting to push his large rod into his trousers.
"Obviously," I said, most disdainfully.
"We were just..." the girl started to explain before I broke in on her sentence.
"You don't have to explain. I saw everything."
"Everything?" Mark asked, full of dismay, before he expressed shock. "Why didn't you knock?"
"Why didn't you make sure you ended your session before midnight? Our agreement was that Barbara could come over only until twelve."
"It was my fault," the girl offered. "Don't blame him."
"I blame both of you," I said, full of indignation, feeling stronger from the fear they expressed. "You get right out of here, Barbara, and I don't ever want to see you stepping across the doorway to this house again!"
"But Mother, she's my girl."
"Not anymore, she isn't. When I tell her parents what I saw going on in here tonight, they won't ever let her date again."
"Oh, please, Mrs. Dunlap, don't tell Mom and Dad. My father'd kill me if he knew."
"Then you better get your little rear out of here, Barbara, right now. I don't ever want you talking to my son again and I don't ever want you two getting together."
Barbara was most upset when she ran past me, out the door of the playroom and down the hallway to the front door. The door opened and slammed shut. My son was still in a state of shock.
"It's Friday, Mother. We should be able to stay up later than midnight!"
"You go up to bed right now, Mark. I want to talk to you the first thing in the morning."
"But Mother!" His handsome features were clouded with embarrassment.
"Now, Mark. We're going to have a long talk first thing tomorrow."
Quietly, I followed him out of the playroom and up the carpeted stairs. He was depressed, but not half as depressed as I was when I watched him go into his room and shut the door with more of a slam than was necessary.