Chapter 14
When Al took her back to her car, Kathy was one massive throb of flesh. It spread out from her cunt to her breasts to her thighs and even to her toes.
"Nice night," he'd said, as if it was some kind of joke when he let her off.
"Nice," she'd agreed. Kathy would have agreed to anything at that moment and she didn't even notice the almost triumphant grin that spread across his face.
Driving home, she gave some thought to what had happened. But all she was concerned with was the final outcome. She was sore and tired and tired. She was dead sleepy and she wanted to go to bed to sleep. Kathy was sure of one thing she was all fucked out.
When she got home, she left the car in the driveway instead of putting it in the garage and went into the house. As soon as her head was on the pillow, she was snoring.
Kathy woke up with a start. She wasn't alone and somehow she'd sensed it as she lay sleeping.
The bedroom was bright with morning light and when she opened her eyes she was looking at David.
The boy was standing just inside the door staring into the room. Automatically Kathy tried to cover up. She wrapped her arms around her breasts and then slowly released them. She didn't have anything her son hadn't already seen.
"Good morning, David," she said.
"Hi, Mom." He stared at her curiously. "Out late last night?"
She nodded. "I went to have a talk with your father. We had dinner at diGorgio's"
She was smiling when she said it, but slowly the smile slipped from her face.
Another boy came into the bedroom. And then another. Kathy was quick to try to cover herself with her arms and her hands as she sat up in bed. But as the three boys watched her she gave it up and lowered her arms. Her breasts were proud and firm, high on her torso, her soft nipples hardening under the gaze of the boys.
"What is this? Get out," she said suddenly, panicked by their presence.
"Mother!" David frowned at her. The two other boys seemed uncertain. Scared. They looked as if they might have run if she yelled at them loud enough.
"What is this?" she demanded to know of her son.
"You said you'd do anything, didn't you, Mom? You'd do anything to prove you loved me. You said it, didn't you?" David's voice challenged her.
Kathy nodded. She'd said it. Her skin tingled with shame and embarrassment but she dropped her hands. She did not try to conceal her breasts from their eyes anymore. There seemed to be little need for it. Somehow she could see what David was leading up to. Somehow he was taking her up on her promise to do anything.
"Well, you're going to fuck my friends and show me that you meant what you said." He smiled at her and Kathy felt her cheeks flood with reddish color as her humiliation reached a climax of anguish and shame. She couldn't refuse. And yet, if she didn't she was making herself out as the worst kind of whore and child fucker.
She licked her lips and looked at her son's friends. They were both about fourteen or fifteen, too. One was blonde with big hands and she automatically looked at his crotch. It was bulging. Obviously he was steamed up and his cock was poking at his fly.
The other boy was slender and light. His hair was brown and longer. He didn't look as athletic, but he, too, had a massive bulge in his pants. It looked to Kathy as if her son picked his friends from the size of their penises.
"Well, Mom?" David looked at her and his eyes challenged hers.
Trembling, Kathy looked at the boys again. She told herself she shouldn't do it. That it was wrong, even if her son demanded it. But deep down she couldn't repress the thought that it might be really enjoyable to fuck the two boys.
"All right," she said. "I'll do it for you, David. Only for you."
"Good, Mom," the boy said. "Remember, you're my slave. You'll do whatever I say, right?" His voice prodded her and demanded that she answer.
"I'm your slave," she said. Her voice was properly submissive.
"Good. Then get out of bed and bend over that chair." David nodded at the large armchair in the bedroom that had been Al's favorite place to sit when he watched her undress for the night.
"Bend over the chair," David repeated, his voice sharper.
Hurriedly. Kathy scrambled out of bed and rushed to the chair. The blush of shame rose in her cheeks. She leaned over the arm and rested her hands on the other arm. Her breasts were dangling over the side and brushed lightly against the overstuffed cushion. She stared back at David, questioningly. Mutely she appealed to him.
Her son wasn't looking at her expression, However. His eyes were on the voluptuous swell of her lushly formed tits. "Let's get a good look at your box. Bend all the way over, Morn. Don't do it halfway. All the way over."
Kathy leaned all the way over the chair arm. She felt indescribably vulnerable and humiliated, her naked buttocks stuck out for everyone to see. She felt the flush of chilling air between her thighs as the morning breeze that swept through the house tickled the pink pouting lips of her pussy ... until her son touched her there and the coolness was replaced with the heat of his eager fingers.
"Ooooohhhh," she murmured as his fingers probed hotly between the lips of her vagina. There was a murmur from the other two boys as they watched.
"Nice and tight," David said loudly as his fingers slipped stiffly into the clasping warmth of his mother's vaginal tunnel.
Kathy was already moist down there and she was ashamed for him to know it. But it was too late for that kind of worry, anyhow. She should have stopped before she ever started. She knew she shouldn't have fucked her own son. She knew it.
"Billy, you want to be first?" David was generously giving her body away and Kathy could only clench the chair arm in her hands and cry inwardly.
She heard someone's zipper open and she wondered if the two kids were virgins. At that age it was-likely. And then there was the rustling sound of trousers being pulled off. She darted a glance over her shoulder and the blonde boy stood behind her, his fist tightly wrapped around his dick which was sticking out from under his shirt tails.
"Please, not like this, please," she whimpered. Shame enveloped her as she fully realized what her son was planning. Shame because of what he was planning and shame because she knew she might enjoy it too much.
"Do you want me to hold her open?" David asked.
Billy nodded. Kathy could see his head bob up and down in answer.
Kathy cringed as David pulled apart the soft, pliant cheeks of her bottom in lewd invitation to the other boy. A rush of cool air surged between her buttocks, followed by the incessant prodding of the boy's cock against her cunt. She looked down and saw his bulbous, purplish head pounding at her slit. For a moment she was amazed at the, size, at how well developed the boy was, and then he entered her with a lunging thrust that took the breath from her lungs.
"Unnnnggghh. Take it easy," she pleaded. "You're hurting me.
She felt his hands grip her hips eagerly, like a lust crazed young boy he began to fuck her deep, punishing strokes that seared her cuntal flesh like a red hot poker. He pounded into her with deep, hard thrusts that speared all the way into her belly. He made no attempt to hold back his onrushing orgasm. He was an eager, inexperienced boy and the closer he came to orgasm, the more frenzied was the pounding of his cock in her hot twat.
He shot into her. Her butt twisted and quivered and he rode his cock hard into her box. The liquid heat flooded her insides and Kathy could practically have melted around it as it splattered inside her.
When he was done, he pulled out and she wanted to say something to him. Anything because she knew for sure that she had been his first fuck. But the other boy was ready, his pants off, his cock in his hands.
Kathy looked and her eyes grew round. She had thought the blonde boy was well developed for his age. But the slender brown-haired boy by that definition was overdeveloped. His body was smooth and without muscles, but the cock he gripped in both hands looked like the boom of a small sailing dinghy.
Kathy cowered helplessly and her naked behind cringed as she felt the huge, mushroom shaped knob at the head of his immense erection push its way between the fleshy cheeks of her buttocks. Then the boy stopped. He looked apologetically at Kathy and seemed incapable of completing the stroke that would have planted his huge stalk in her cunt.
"Help him," David said excitedly. "Help him, Mom."
Wordlessly, like a robot, she heard and obeyed her son's command.
She reached for it and gasped in astonishment as she discovered her fingers wouldn't close around its hugely thick circumference. It seemed to be as big around as her wrist and as long as her arm. And it was nudging her sex slot.
Gingerly she moved the head, opening her slit and positioning it to enter. She was glad that she was still slimy with the semen that Billy had ejaculated into her hot receptacle. She knew she couldn't even attempt to take his cock if she was dry.
"Go on," David said. "Shove it in."
The boy's entry could not have hurt her more had he shoved his whole arm up her cunt. She gasped and a scream lodged in her throat and finally escaped her lips as a gurgling moan of unbelievable anguish
Kathy told herself she would just endure what was happing. If she didn't think about it, she wouldn't feel it so much. She closed her eyes and held her burning crotch in position and tried not to cry out as he drove his cock into her vagina.
He seemed to fuck her forever, though. Again and again and again until the room swam around her and the voice of her son and the other boy blurred in her ears. She fought the urge that the boy's virile erection spawned in her loins at first. But soon there was no way of suppressing them. She was being overwhelmed by wanton lust.
"Aaaawww, yes, yes ... Goddamn, yes. Fuck me, fuck me hard," she blurted out finally. Her eyes were clenched shut and her face masked with shame and revulsion. Her body had betrayed her again and she was now nothing more than a slave to her naked, ravenous passions.
She ground her back against the boy, her teeth biting painfully into her lower lip even though she didn't really feel it. Someone lifted her head. It was David. He crawled up on the arm of the chair she was gripping with her hands. She hadn't noticed, but she was screaming and crying as she fucked the boy with the big prick. Now her son lifted her head and sat on the arm of the chair facing her and lowered her head until she was touching his naked penis with her mouth. He pushed down with his hand and her face was crushed against the thick, blue veined hardness of his prick.
"I like it this way, Mom," he said. "Show them how you can suck cock, too. They've never had anybody suck their cocks, either. Show them how a good tongue job works. Lick it, Mom. Come on, get those lips working, Mom. Suck me dry."
Blindly obedient, she opened her lips and her face sank to his almost hairless pelvis, cramming her son's cock against the back of her throat with such incredible force that she gagged and couldn't breath until she lifted her head again.
"Suck it, Mom. Suck it real nice and you can suck theirs, too. Do it, Mom. Suck my peter off, Mom. Suck, suck, suck."
Kathy ovaled her lips around the vile, turgid thickness of his cock and began to lick frantically as she had learned how to do in her few, brief days of sexual abandon. She heard him moan in pleasure and she licked and sucked harder, swirling her tongue around his rigidity and teasing the tiny gland with her tongue tip as the boy thrust hotly into her pussy from behind in punishing strokes that speared into her groin.
She knew that she had to impress him. That she had to do her best. Her son was counting on her and she couldn't disappoint him. She caressed David's bloated balls with her fingertips, lightly trailing her nails over them and milking them lovingly as she ground her naked buttocks lasciviously back into the big cocked boy's skewering, wrist thick prick.
She saw Billy, out of the corner of her eye. He was standing close, his mouth gaping open as he watched in stunned silence as her pussylips began to ravenously nibble at the thick, blood swollen shaft of the boy's cock as it slipped in and out of her vagina. He could see the pink, moist flesh of her twat being pulled from her cunt, clinging hotly to the thick pole of his erection, then being stuffed punishingly back into the love sheath of her pussy.
Suddenly she began to moan around the gagging thick knob of her son's cock, a low whining moan that started almost as a whisper and swelled into a screaming gasp of rousing ecstasy as her body bucked and writhed in fervent passion.
She ground her ass back frantically, wriggling it around in circles about the cudgel thickness of the boy's erection. He felt her pussy flower hotly around his cock and her love juices flooded over his penis and dribbled down her quivering thighs in lurid streams of girl cum.
"Unngh. Yes ... Y ... yeses, harder. I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING." She howled the words around her son's cock, then buried her face in his pubic hair and sucked like her life depended on it, gulping and milking his prick with the muscles of her ravished throat.
They came almost as one. The boy behind her first, His huge cock was like an unleashed fire hose shooting up her twat, spurt after spurt of rich, viscous cum that sloshed hotly into her belly and warmed her like a fresh cooked meal.
David was right behind him, his passion triggered by the sight of his friend emptying his load into his mother's naked cunt.
"Aaaahhhh," he sighed as his prick shot its white hot sperm down her throat in wave after wave of lust quenching jism. She swallowed it all, gagging and choking, but not a drop spilled from her lips. She licked his prick lovingly, cradling it in her hands.
He waited until she looked up at him, her tear stained eyes reddened, but a thin smile on her lips.
"You did fine. Mom. You did real fine," David said soothingly.