Saturday, December 13, 2008

Momma's Cock

by cimeriel

Chapter One

Another Saturday night and he was awake again. He had a long damn week. He's tired. It's 4 in the morning! Now he's awake again because his slut of a mother is being loud in her bedroom with whatever random guy she picked up this week. His father would be turning over in his grave.

His mother had her charms, he admitted to himself. She had an austere beauty about her. The fact that her tits were each bigger than his head didn't hurt either. He understood why she got attention, even if she kept herself covered up. Everything about their day-to-day lives indicated that his mother was actually abnormally reserved and conservative. Except Saturday nights.

He never saw anyone come in, and never saw anyone leave. He kind of made it a point not to. He didn't know if it was the same fellow or different men. But his mother never mentioned Saturday nights, and never brought any gentleman callers around.

But the noises! Partially muffled by the pounding techno music his mother somehow produced, he primarily heard the men. He rarely heard his mother moan. It was always the men he heard. Grunting, screaming, moaning, whimpering. She must be a fantastic fuck, those fat titties flopping around.

He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He had spent years masturbating to that techno music, imagining what went on in there. Groaning along with his mother's male visitors. He had never mentioned a word about Saturday nights to his mother. Now he was over that. Those years were behind him. He was eighteen now, almost twenty! He was trying to find a girlfriend and eventually move out. His mother was maddeningly disrespectful with this nonsense. But he had such a bad week, this Saturday, he finally snapped.

Resolving to put a stop to this shit right away, the young man angrily stomped towards his mother's bedroom. Thoughts ran quickly through his head. Images of him kicking in the door. Grabbing his mother by her thick black hair and dragging her out of the room. Beating the shit out of her man.

He slowed his stride. He loved his mother. She was wonderful to him. She must be so lonely since his father had died so long ago. It was only one night a week. She kept it away from him. Maybe she did it all for him. Maybe he was why she had never remarried.

Momentarily questioning his angry actions, he stopped in front of his mother's bedroom door. The music was extremely loud here. No, she could have turned down the music. She could have asked the men to be more quiet. She could have been more respectful. He opened the door.

The room was lit by soft candles on the nightstand. He was overwhelmed by the smell of pure sex that felt like a physical force hitting him in the face as he opened the door. His ears were enveloped by the throbbing music. Everything changed as he looked up at his mother's king size bed.

A pair of legs stuck out from under his mother. The legs belonged to a black male. His family didn't even know any black people. She lay on top of the stranger in an upside-down sixty-nine, nursing on the biggest cock that her son had ever seen.

She faced down, towards the door and her awestruck son, but with her eyes closed she seemed to be in heaven. Her two small fists flew rapidly up and down the giant cock, milking it into her big lips. Her huge tits were pressed down tightly against the stranger's abdomen, bulging out from the sides. The man's face was completely covered by his mother's lower body, which was grinding hard down into him.

The boy's angry words stuck in his throat. His mouth suddenly dry, he was stopped in his tracks.

He could tell the black man was physically very large. The legs were very long, bent out past the bed and onto the floor. His mother's usually loving expression was twisted into a mask of ecstasy. Her entire face was a glistening mess of spit and precum as she lifted her mouth from that throbbing fuckstick, gobs of goo dripping from her cheeks. She reached down to massage the stranger's balls with one hand. Those black balls were so full and large that her small hand literally disappeared into the fleshy mass. Her other hand whipped up and down the tip of that black cock, eagerly trying to summon what was surely a long-awaited load of hot cum.

She started mewing like a little kitty, running her tongue up the sides of the cockstalk, lapping up precum. Her son, at the mere sight of all this, felt as though he was about to come in his pajamas. He had never been harder or felt so out of place. He was riveted, he couldn't leave. He watched her tongue, long and wet, slip around that stranger's nasty cockhead. Slow circles. She had gone back to taking her time, and was no longer trying to coax a load from this man.

She was teasing him, her son realized. That's when he glanced up and saw that the stranger's thick black wrists and ankles were secured to the thick bed with twist-ties. He wondered if his mother was some kind of dominatrix or something. His mother had tied down her lover and was torturing him with the blowjob of his life. And that's when he noticed that his mother was looking him right in the eyes.

Shocked and suddenly afraid, he did nothing. His mother just grinned wickedly and continued slowly licking that huge black dick, staring directly at her son. They locked eyes, but that didn't stop her son from taking everything in. Like the way that his mother somehow had enough spit to coat the entire 9" cock. Oh, most of that was precum, the poor man must be begging to burst. He wondered if the man could breathe under there.

He also noted when his mother pulled her left hand from the rolling around the man's big black nutsack and ran her fingers slowly up the cock to its bulbous crown. She squeezed it with her right hand, slowly from base to tip, like a tube of toothpaste. Her squeeze milked out a silver-dollar sized amount of precum that began to drip down the stranger's knob. She dipped the fingers of her left hand into that copious amount of liquid and got them very obviously wet.

He had never seen his mother like this. He had never seen her look anything but sweet and motherly. Looking into her own son's eyes, she seemed full of command even with her face a sticky cummy mess and her mouth stuffed with black cock. She winked obscenely at her son and slowly moved her dripping left hand down past the stranger's balls. Shaken by her acknowledgement, her wink, the boy watched as his mother began forcing her sperm-soaked fingers into the black man's ass. On the second thrust she had three inside him. The boy was suddenly very afraid, and all he could hear was the faint screaming of the man under his mother's grinding pelvis.

The woman slowly drew her left hand from her black lover's asshole and held two of those fingers up towards her son. The muffled screaming subsided. She hooked those fingers at herself, beckoning her son to come forward into the room. The boy, finally out of his shock, freaked out and ran back to his bedroom.

The next morning the boy woke up, more tired than ever. He couldn't sleep for hours last night, but he had eventually fallen into an exhausted slumber. He woke and felt as though he had slept for days. He knew it must be almost noon.

He sat up and opened his eyes. Or tried to open his eyes. His whole face felt very weird and stiff. He rubbed the crust from his eyes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

As he rubbed his eyes clear he felt something odd. He forced his eyes open. There was a thick crust caked over his eyes. Finally peeling enough off to see, he looked into the mirror. The boy stared in horror as he realized his face was coated with sperm and spit. Someone had cum on his face in the middle of the night?! No, he realized. His slut mother had taken her busty self into his bedroom last night and spit out her lover's load onto her son's face.

Flying into a rage, the boy ran downstairs from the bathroom to confront his bitch mother. Why would she do this? He started shouting, but couldn't find her anywhere. Then he realized that it was Sunday morning. Mom was still at church.

He was so confused and amazed. His own little church-going cookie-baking sweet mother. A mean cock hungry cumslut. What was happening?

Still furious and disgusted about the sperm dripping down his cheeks, the boy ran up to his mother's bedroom, intent on breaking something to sate his fury.

As he threw open the door, the boy realized his error in thinking the house was empty. His mother had left all of her windows open so her room was brightly lit. The large black man tied to her bed remained there. The boy realized he had always assumed that the men left sometime Saturday night after fucking his mother senseless.

The big negro was still stretched out on his back, blindfolded and gagged. With his legs tied apart, it was easy for the boy to see the vicious cock-ring jammed down his thick dick. All the way to the base, this tiny ring seemed to almost cut off circulation. Not entirely though, obviously, as the huge fuck-rod was rock hard and pointing straight at the ceiling. Precum oozed all the way down his fearsome cock, dripped down his sagging balls, and pooled at his ass. At this point, the boy also saw two other things.

One was the large vibrator humming in the man's cum coated ass. The same cum that was on his own face, he realized with a sickened shudder. Absently wiping his face even more clean with his hand, the boy saw that the pink dildo (buried in the man's shitshute) had been roughly duct-taped into place.

In addition to that anal stimulant, the boy noted writing on the black man's thighs. Written with a black sharpee marker was his own name, "Wesley." Puzzled, the boy read further. The ink was difficult to read (black on black) and had smudged in places closest to the man's genitals from the dripping precum stream, so the boy had to lean in close to read. He stayed as far away as he could, but he still felt very uncomfortable with this stranger's huge dick shaking with pain and pleasure just half a foot from his face.

"Wesley. Next time," the ink read, "you had better-" The rest of the words were under the tape. As disgusted as he was, the boy's curiosity got the better of him. He reached forward and peeled off half the duct tape so he could finish reading the words. The stranger groaned loudly through his gag as the pink dildo slipped out of his ass and fell to the floor, buzzing. The boy leaned closer to read the blurred words.

"Wesley. Next time, you had better listen to your mother."

Chapter Two

The boy was overwhelmed by emotions and feelings. Fear, sexual arousal, confusion, anger, disgust, shame, and more. After thoroughly scrubbing his face until the skin was raw, he quickly left the house. His mother would be home from church soon and he couldn't find the courage to confront her.

So his prim and proper conservative mother was some sort of sexual deviant. His mom was a domme. He could deal with that. At least, over time, he thought he could get used to it. Or forget about it. She had done a great job so far of keeping that life separate from their normal lives.

However, he was having a very difficult time being the subject of her attention and abuse himself. He wondered what had gotten into her. Instead of a sweet kiss goodnight like she always offered him, she had snuck into his room last night and spit a huge load of sperm onto her sleeping son's face. That took something.. he didn't understand. Was she angry with him? She had never done anything like that to him in all his eighteen years of life.

And her eyes.. Why had she stared into his eyes while she slurped and stroked that huge black cock? Why had she beckoned him into the room after fisting that poor bound man's ass? She couldn't possibly have wanted her own son to participate in any kind of sex act with her. But why else would she have summoned him like that? He felt his stomach cringe.

And the message she had left for him seemed to promise the same retribution he had seen in her eyes as she fucked the stranger's face. Last night there was lust in his mother's eyes, that was certain. But also a kind of.. Arrogance, ownership, expectancy. The look a cat gives a captured mouse. He had never been really afraid of his mother until he had seen her eyes last night.

He couldn't face her. The boy was shaking. He went to the park to calm down. He spent most of that Sunday walking around his neighborhood, and by the end of the day he hadn't figured out anything. Or dealt with anything.

Returning home for the night (he did have school in the morning), the boy opened the door to find his friend Tim sitting on his couch. Tim was sitting alone. The boy's mother walked into the room and young Wesley felt himself shudder. He also noticed his friend Tim shiver a little and look away from her.

His mother was wearing her normal conservative blouse, thick and covering her almost completely. She smiled and walked slowly over to her son. Her large tits swayed gently under her blouse, hidden from sight, as she approached her little boy.

"Hello Wesley. Where have you been all day? We've missed you. Your friend Tim has been waiting around. We thought you'd have come back by now."

She gave Wesley a loose hug and quickly kissed him on the corner of his mouth, half on his cheek, like she always did. It was the most motherly of kisses, how he had been kissed by her his whole life. Wesley cringed back slightly; his mother's breath positively reeked of cum. He also felt his cheek was now wet from the kiss. Alarmed, he looked at his friend and wiped his cheek. Tim did not meet his gaze. Instead, his friend rose and moved towards the door, hastily explaining to Wesley that he was supposed to help his father clean his garage before dinner. Tim called that he would see Wesley later tonight and left.

Wesley was unsure of what had just happened. Perhaps his mother was toying with him again. He wondered if she had just sucked off Tim, or if the black man was still tied up in her bedroom. Or maybe the slut had just forgotten to brush her teeth. Tim was always a little weird anyway.

Still feeling uncomfortable around his mother, the boy quickly greeted her and started up the stairs. He was almost into his room when he heard his mother shout up from below.

"As he said, Tim is coming back over for dinner. We'll begin in about two hours."

"That's okay mom, I ate earlier," he returned.

"But son, I made your favorite. I'll see you in 2 hours," she responded, in a tone that made clear that was final.

Sighing to himself, Wesley walked towards his room. He glanced down the hall and noticed his mother's door was slightly ajar. Listening carefully, he heard his mother running water in the kitchen downstairs. The boy's curiosity got the best of him, and he crept down the hall to peek into his mother's bedroom.

He looked inside. The spacious room was clean and empty. No large black man tied to the bed. No obscene sex toys lying about. No clothing on the floor. It was just his mother's bedroom. The boy felt relieved, hoping that this was evidence that his life was returning to normal. He went to his room and surfed the internet for awhile.

"Wesley, dinner time! Come on, we're waiting."

The boy jumped in his chair, startled. He had been in the midst of furiously stroking his dick and looking at fake nude celeb pictures online. His mother had dinner ready downstairs. He was not far from cumming, but the insistence in his mother's tone affected him. After the message she had left him written on her sex toy, Wesley was afraid to be perceived as not listening to his mother.

He stuck his dick up into the waistband of his shorts and changed into a slightly longer shirt to better cover his erection up. Then he went downstairs and went to the dining room.

His mother and Tim were already eating. Dinner was homemade pizza and ranch, Wesley's favorite. He sat down at his plate and thanked his mother for cooking, like he always did.

Beginning to eat, he noticed that his mother had changed her outfit. Wesley almost choked on his pizza. His mother was dressed like a prostitute. Her huge tits were squeezed into a tight striped halter top that showed at least 8 inches of solid cleavage. Clearly she wore no bra. She had been talking with Tim about something her friend Sue (Tim's mother) had said last week, and was laughing loudly. Along with her laughing, her huge tits jiggled obscenely. They almost looked like they were going to fall out on the table. And Wesley noticed that Tim was definitely paying attention to those massive bags of flesh. Wes couldn't help staring a little himself as they bounced into each other and pressed against the table.

Something tasted funny. The youth looked down at his pizza. Usually when his mother made his favorite dinner, she just made the pizza and he put the ranch on. This time his mother already had the ranch on the pizza. Smacking his lips thoughtfully, Wesley glanced again at his mother. She was looking directly into his eyes, giving him that same fierce look of smug ownership.

Realizing her game, Wesley almost choked. She had somehow covered the pizza with ranch and cum. At least, his pieces were topped with the nasty stuff. He could still feel the last of the crusty sperm rolling down the back of his tongue. Wesley looked over at Tim's half-eaten plate and noted that his friend's ranch had the same nebulous consistency. There was at least five loads worth of cum on the dinner table in front of him. Disgusted but unable to relay to his friend that his mother had put a man's sperm all over their food, Wesley swallowed the rest of the bite he had been chewing. He wondered how much cum he had just eaten, and he marveled at how difficult it was to spot unless you were looking for it. At least he had tasted it and noticed it, Tim seemed oblivious.

"Wesley honey, are you okay? Drink some water," his mother cooed to her child.

He looked defiantly at his mother and her smug smirk. He noticed that her previous laughing had jiggled her fat tits so much that half of her right areola was now visible. At least two inches of the soft pink circle was showing above the line of her halter top. And her nipple was clearly visible, just about to crest the line of her top into view. Tim was absolutely entranced by her breasts, absent-mindedly gobbling up the cummy pizza.

The woman looked down at Wesley's shirt and stared. He looked down, alarmed, and noticed that the shirt he had just put on clearly showed the precum stain that had squeezed out of his cock still trapped in his waistband. She reached over to his stomach.

"Oh look, you've spilled some ranch on yourself."

Before he could react, she had her hand over the stain and motioned as if to rub it off. This only caused her to rub her hand back and forth across the sensitive underside of his cockhead.

"It's not coming out, and there was more than I thought," she said slyly, pointing out that more precum had oozed out due to her touching. The boy stifled a groan as his mother rubbed his aching cock with her hand.

Then she was much more rough, seeming to try to forcibly scrub out the stain with her hand. Instead, this amounted to her slapping Wesley's hard cock with her hand. After a few hard slaps, he almost had tears in his eyes from the pain and finally reacted.

"That's okay mom, I'll wash the shirt later," he blurted out and pushed her hand away hard. She chuckled.

His mother then took a bite of her pizza and quickly tilted her head back as if the pizza was extremely hot. This caused the "ranch" on her pizza to drip down the side of her mouth. The white liquid slowly slid down her cheek and onto the top of her tit. Knowing it was mostly cum made the display very raunchy for her son to watch. Tim openly stared at this point. She acted as if she hadn't noticed, and continued to talk and eat as if there wasn't a line of white slowly dripping down her huge titty.

She is fucking with me, Wesley realized. She's teasing my friend with her tits, she's feeding us both cum for dinner, slapping my dick. She's looking at me, waiting for me to openly challenge her on it. Daring me to stop eating the spooge on the plate in front of me. She wants me to stand up and yell at her for being a whore in front of my friend. What a sick bitch.

He wasn't going to play her twisted game. He certainly wasn't going to voluntarily eat some man's cum. He wasn't taking one more bite of this nasty shit. And who knows what she had put into the water she was ordering him to drink. His anger and disgust overcame his fear of his slut mother. Wesley pushed his plate away.

"Mom, I'm stuffed. My stomach has been kinda queasy all day, anyway. Tim, I'll see ya later man."

He couldn't hold back a snotty smile and got up to go back to his bedroom.

"Son, get back here this minute and finish your plate! I made your favorite."

Wesley didn't turn around. The fear returned, and he knew he couldn't look at her or he might falter. The idea of sitting at his own kitchen table, feeding himself a man's sperm out of pure fear, enabled him to keep walking away. He did walk quite a bit quicker though.

Safely in his room, he started to get more angry. He was surprised to feel so angry at Tim for staring at his mom's tits. Who did that bastard think he was, to come into Wesley's own house and visually fuck his mother right in front of him.

No, the boy realized. It's not Tim's fault. No young man their age would resist someone that looked like her being so brazen about her body. Well, almost no one. It's easier to resist when it's your own mother, Wesley told himself.

But was it? If she was perfectly sweet, loving, and sensual, and had come onto Wesley, he wondered whether he would have been able to reject her advances. Her body was perfect. Her tits each bigger than his head, she managed to have a huge fat ass and a small waist. Not tiny, he had no doubt if someone was fucking her hard from behind that belly would jiggle a bit. Perfect to be soft though, her shape was definitely more hourglass than round. He found himself wondering how tight his mother's pussy was.

No. He pushed the thought away in disgust. He would not think about his mother that way. Perhaps he would have had the strength to reject her advances solely because she was his mother, perhaps not. But it was easy for him to not desire her because of how she was acting the last couple days. The discovery that his mother was a disgusting slut, would show herself off to his friends, even attempt to force him to eat cum, completely turned him off to the idea of any sex acts with her.

Wesley wondered what was with her anyway. She obviously didn't want to fuck him. She wasn't even trying to be sexy for Wesley. She was being malicious and bossy with him though. Was she really so upset that he had disturbed her sick world and opened her door Saturday night? Or did she now just see him as another sex toy to get off on fucking with?

He heard a muffled groaning coming from downstairs.

The boy moved very quickly and quietly over to the floor at the top of the stairs. He lay on his stomach and stuck his head around the stairwell to see into the living room. He could see the back of the couch his mother was sitting on, and Tim's form on the floor between her legs.

He saw the back of his mother's head as she sat comfortably on the couch. All he could see of Tim from this angle was his lower body. But that was enough to tell quite plainly that his friend was on his knees giving Wesley's mother head on his living room couch. What also gave it away were the rather loud slurping and sucking noises coming up from below.

That skinny little bastard Tim is licking my mom's pussy! Wesley was infuriated at the disrespect both of them were showing him. He couldn't see the act exactly, but it was obvious what was going on.

"That's a good boy little Timmy, make momma happy," he heard his mother utter. Wesley slid up and started to go back to his room.

There was a shuffling downstairs and then he heard Tim groan louder than before. Tim continued to groan. Wesley got down and stuck his head around the corner again. He looks downstairs, right into his mother's eyes.

She now had Tim on the couch, upside-down. Wesley could only see Tim's ankles in the air. The busty bitch was holding those ankles as she fucked his friend's face. Tim was quite a bit smaller than his mother, even Wesley was a few inches smaller than her. She was obviously grinding very fast and hard. Wesley heard Tim choke and gasp for air. She kept aggressively going, and continued to stare at her son. Her huge tits were still covered by that tight halter top, and he couldn't see any lower than that.

"That's it, suck momma. Good boy, make me happy. Let me feel your tongue more. Ahhh. Good little bitch boy."

Wesley jerked away as if burnt. He ran back to his room and shut the door. Still he heard them. Thankfully, they didn't continue for very long.

"Ohhh yesss. I'm getting close, little Timmy. Stick your fingers in my ass while I cum. Lick them first. Ahhhh that's good, get ready!"

She moaned long and loud, obviously for Wesley's benefit.

"Good fuck toy. Now go say goodbye to your little friend and get the fuck out of here."

Wesley heard some muffled talking but couldn't make out Tim's words. Then he heard a slap and his mother laughed.

"No, I don't think so. You weren't that good. Maybe tomorrow I'll let you have a sleepover and maybe I'll even suck your little dick. Now do as I said," she ordered Tim.

A few moments later, Wesley heard Tim coming up the stairs towards his bedroom. As his friend entered Wesley saw the glazed smear all across Tim's face. Tim, however, at a glance seemed to be very shaken up and distracted. He didn't look sly or guilty, and Wesley was sure that Tim had no idea how blatant his mother had been to both of them or that Wesley had any idea of what they had just done. Tim was just overwhelmed and didn't notice that Wesley was fuming at him.

Tim suddenly really noticed Wesley's presence and some hidden guilt flashed across his face. He thinks he is getting away with fucking around with my mom, Wesley thought angrily.

"G'night, Wes. I'll see ya." The two friends quickly shook hands and Tim left.

Struggling with his ire at his friend, Wesley felt something slimy on his hand. He sniffed his hand and rubbed his fingers together. Then he almost threw up as he smelled his mother's sweaty asshole from his friend's handshake.

Chapter Three

Wesley went to bed without being further tormented by his sexual deviant mother. He went to school the next day, talked to his friends from school (he didn't see Tim), and in general had a good day. Wesley reveled in the world outside of the madhouse he now lived in.

After school, he was sure to bring his friend Becky home with him. She usually wanted to hang out with him, and Wesley was pretty sure that Becky was into him. She didn't look bad, but he wasn't particularly attracted by her. He did enjoy her company. He brought the girl home with him so that his sick mother would leave him alone, or at least be civil. He knew that if he had brought a male friend home the slut would have tried to fuck them. And probably succeeded too, the demented big-titted bitch of a mother.

To tell the truth, he was a little afraid of his mother and what she might try to do since he had disobeyed her a few times now. Becky was his attempt to take a bit of that outside, civilized world back to his home to protect him from his savage mother.

The two teens studied Chemistry for a bit together in his bedroom. Then Becky wanted to watch a movie, so they lay out on his bed to watch it. Becky stretched out onto her stomach and lifted her head up into her palms. She was a skinny girl, Wesley thought, but Becky did have a nice little butt. He lay down next to her.

Throughout the early part of the movie Becky kept moving closer to him and angling her neck such that she was obviously waiting to be kissed. Wesley realized he had given her the wrong idea by inviting her back to his bedroom. Not wanting to risk his longstanding friendship (he actually considered Becky to be maybe his best friend), the boy was subtle in changing his position away.

He was getting tired anyway. He loved Becky but her movie was kinda boring. Wesley turned around and lay on his back instead, putting his head on his pillow and his feet down towards where the tv and Becky's upper body was. Wesley yawned.

He kept watching the movie. Becky was obviously very into it. For the first time in his house in a few days, Wesley felt safe. He drifted off to sleep.

The boy had an odd dream. He and Becky fell in love, got married, and went to church every Sunday. They had a normal life together, and he thought she was beautiful and sweet. He woke up and it was noticeably darker outside. Becky was gone.

Feeling worried right away, Wesley got up and went to investigate. He heard the tell-tale sounds of rhythmic thumping and raced down the hall to his mother's bedroom. The door was slightly open, and he looked inside.

He gasped and felt hot tears rush to his eyes. Becky was on her knees bent forward on his mother's bed, facing towards him, towards the door. She was naked, as was his mother. The older woman was sitting up behind young Becky, fucking forward forcefully into the young girl. She must have been wearing a strap-on.

The boy was distracted by the fact that his mother had a pillowcase over Becky's head, and was holding it tightly from behind as she rode the young girl hard doggystyle. He was also mesmerized by the sight of his mother's massive breasts slapping back and forth as she fucked the 18 year old girl half her age. The two huge soft tits flew apart and together, again and again, each time with a slap just as loud as his mother's body slapping into Becky's. The nipples were huge, easily two inches long, and all puffy. Witnessing his mother make another friend betray him, he felt himself grow hard, even as the warm tears slid down his cheek.

Becky's face was pressed tightly into the pillowcase. He could see the mouth hole collapse as Becky gasped for air. The boy's mother smiled a sweet, motherly smile at him as she pounded his best friend's teenage pussy from behind.

"Oh Becky, I had no idea you were so tight. You always seemed like a dirty little whore to me."

Becky groaned inside the pillowcase.

"You are, aren't you? I knew you were a sloppy tramp."

"I bet you that my son won't fuck your used up ass. He won't, will he? I feel you shiver at the idea though. You want my son's dick, don't you Becky?"

Through the cloth and obviously gasping for breath, Becky responded with a muffled and slurred "yesss."

"Oh you poor ugly little slut. My son would never fuck you."

Wesley heard the soft sound of sobbing from the pillowcase, accompanying the symphony of slapping, squishing, gasping, and groaning.

"I love it when you can't catch your breath, little girl. You know it makes you tighten up so much and quiver."

His mother continued to belittle and abuse his best friend for her own pleasure. The boy felt his anger rise, and he stepped forward into the room to put a stop to it. His mother raised her eyebrow at his petulance.

"Becky dear, do you want momma to stop fucking that tight little pussy? You came in here begging me for it, didn't you? Tell me what you want dear."

The pillowcase mumbled, "pleafth don't stofth. I need ith!"

His mother smiled triumphantly. The boy went back to his bedroom, heartbroken and betrayed.

His hard-on wouldn't go away. As hurt as he was by Becky's betrayal, he had been so turned on by the sight that he couldn't help himself. He needed relief. He pulled out his dick and started working it. He squeezed it slowly, working all the way from base to tip and back down. He closed his eyes and lost himself in thoughts of his mother's large tits, dangling down over his face, swaying slowly back and forth. The huge nipples extended, grazing his lips and nose. Her tight pussy, grinding up and down his dick, all the way from base to tip and back.

"Is that for me?"

The boy's eyes shot open. His hand froze, though his dick was ready to burst. His lust-filled mind had difficulty comprehending that time had passed, Becky had probably left, and his mother was dressed again in her typical soccer mom fashion.

The curvy woman stood in his bedroom doorway watching him beat his meat. He thought she looked more amused than aroused.

"Well, it's a meager gift isn't it? Not exactly tiny, but then you've seen the kind of giant cock meat I'm used to." She smirked. "And tasted it, too."

"Mom, why are you being so mean to me lately? I don't understand."

"Oh, boo hoo, don't be a baby. I saw you looking at me earlier, I know you want me. Would you like me to suck your little dickie for you Wes? It looked like you were about to spurt your little baby load all over yourself."

"Mom, I'm serious.. I-"

"I like submissive men. It turns me on. Your father was my sub. He would do anything I told him to." She shrugged, as if that's all there was to say.

"And now, Wesley, I've decided that you are my sub. You will do as I tell you, or you will pay dearly. I love you, but this is just how I am. I realize this lifestyle may be new to you, but I don't really care. I'll enjoy teaching you to obey."

"I'm going to start with the more obvious parts. Stroke your little dick as I talk to you."

He was still so close to cumming, he couldn't resist. He hated this woman. She didn't even seem like his mother. Until just a few days ago he loved his mother more than anyone else. And trusted her more than anyone else. And even now, in the midst of all his hate, hurt, and anger... his hand started moving, flying up and down his dick. Furiously trying to summon his orgasm. His mind was reeling with thoughts of his father as a sexually depraved submissive to his mother.

"That's a good boy, obeying already. Look at all the precum leaking from your little dickie." She leaned over in front of her son, her basketball sized tits swinging back and forth in front of his face. He saw them compressed in her outfit, enjoyed the soft titflesh squeezing out from the top. Reaching down, she rubbed her palm all over the head of his sperm-soaked cock.

As she rubbed his sensitive organ, she further explained the situation to him.

"You're going to do whatever I tell you, and you will tell no one of our arrangement or I will destroy you for life. If you don't understand what I mean yet, you soon will. That's it, work it for momma."

"Wes, you are going to get a lot more sex than you have ever thought you'd get. It will also be different than you ever thought you'd get. You will never object."

"In case you think you can tell someone about us, or report me to some agency, or just run away and move out, I've taken measures already." With her free hand his mother produced some pictures she had been holding. She held them up for him to see.

The first was a picture that looked like a choppy video screenshot of Wesley on his knees facing a gigantic black cock. There was obviously shining liquid dribbling all down the cock, which was about 5 inches from the boy's face. From the angle the picture (and presumably, the video) was shot, it looked like Wesley had been in the middle of giving some black man a blowjob.

His mind working feverishly, the boy realized his mother had planned everything from that first time she had seen him nervously watching her from her doorway. He was horrified as he realized how much smarter she was than him.

She dropped that picture and showed him the other one.

It was a close-up of Wesley's face, and he couldn't tell if he was awake or asleep, but his eyes were closed. There was a huge cock pressed against his face, and the tip was forced into his mouth. Wesley's lips were wrapped around the cockhead like a baby sucking on a nipple.

The cock was huge. It was a different one, the cock of a white man. Not half of its length even fit into the picture. Thick veins traced their way up the bulging shaft of meat, and it seemed like a pint of precum had dribbled out of the tip onto his face and lips. The boy shook his head in amazement as he noticed the slender hand attempting to hold the massive dick and recognized it as his mother's hand.

In the picture, Wesley looked like he was sucking a dick, with his eyes closed in ecstasy. In reality, Wesley realized that his mother had jacked off some extremely hung stranger all over her son's face. She hadn't spit a load onto his sleeping face, she had given it to him straight from the source. And taken a picture to blackmail him with later.

The sight of the picture had another effect on the poor teenager. As overwhelmed as he was, his orgasm was upon him. Staring at a picture of his own face plastered with a man's sperm, he came all over his mother's hand. He squirted repeatedly, soaking her delicate fingers with his spooge. It was the hardest cum of his eighteen years.

Before he knew how to react, in that moment of euphoric calmness, his mother was on him. She had an arm across his neck, holding him down and choking him. Given her statements just then, the realization that she was likely physically stronger than him scared the hell out of him. He couldn't really breathe much. Gasping, he looked at his mother pleadingly.

"Mom," he wheezed. "Please, stop. I can't.."

She took her other hand, the one soaked with his own load of slimy cum, and smeared it across his face. He tried to turn his head, but found himself unable to. The wet palm rubbed hard into his cheeks, over his nose and lips.

"Beg me to use you, Wesley. Tell mommy that you will be a good little boy and do whatever she tells you."

"Mom.. this is sick-" he started choking. She pressed down harder so he couldn't breathe at all. Red-faced and straining, he relented.

"Okay. Mommy, I will do whatever you want."

She smiled at him and released a lot of pressure she was exerting. She gave him the sweet motherly smile she had always given him before, and he felt warm and safe again for a moment. Like he always had before, like his mother loved him.

"Open your mouth and lick this cum up, baby. Aw, your face covered in cum reminds me of that night from the picture. You obviously loved it in the picture, show me how much you love it now. Lick it up."

Wesley opened his mouth and did what his mother told him to. She slowly worked her nasty hand around on his tongue, cleaning between all the fingers. He started gagging, sickened to the core of his sexual identity at what he was being coerced to do. But he kept his tongue out, frantically trying to think of a way to stop his mother from blackmailing him. Maybe he could find those pictures and videos..

She probably didn't even keep them in the house.

"What a good boy. See, I knew you loved cum. Mommy always likes to give baby his favorite. I knew you didn't really want momma to put these pictures on your high school bulletin boards, your friend's internet webpages and emails, or a thousand copies of the pictures scattered on the streets of this neighborhood and through your school halls. I knew you'd rather be a good little boy, and obey your mother."

Wesley was now completely terrified of his mother and her devious mind. He knew now what she meant by destroy him forever (or he thought he did), just as he knew that he had to do whatever she told him. At least until he figured out how to stop this crazy slut.

"Good boy, lick up that cock cream for momma."

At least she was looking at him like she loved him again.

Chapter Four

Not long after he finished washing his own cum off his face in the bathroom, the boy's mother informed him that his friend Tim and Tim's mother Sue would be coming over to spend the night. This was somewhat common. Often in the summer his mother and Sue would drink wine and hang out in the basement while Tim and Wesley played video games in his bedroom.

Sue and Tim arrived less than an hour later. Tim still seemed obviously nervous around Wesley's mother, but his eyes lit up when he saw Wesley and he greeted his friend. Sue came in wearing a tank top shirt and jean shorts, her common attire.

If Wesley had been forced a week ago to pick which woman was more likely to be a huge secret slut, sucking off strangers by the dozen and fucking everyone in town, he definitely would have chosen Sue over his own mother. He loved to imagine just that. Much less conservative, Sue never went to church and was often half-drunk. Like his mother, Sue's tits were massive and stretched every shirt she wore to its max, including her current tank top. Unlike his mother, Sue was shorter than him and quite a bit slimmer. His own mother's ass matched her tits and was huge, sometimes it seemed almost two feet wide. Sue had more of a girlishly round smaller ass. She also dressed a lot more slutty, for example Wesley could see the outline of Sue's tits and was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. He had always thought she just didn't see the children (Tim and himself) as sexual beings, and so just felt comfortable wearing little. He didn't know how long this would last, since he and Tim were eighteen now.

Sue had a husband and Wesley was pretty sure they were happy. He had no reason to think she was living wild and crazy like his mother. He wondered if Sue knew what kind of person his mother really was. No adult that wasn't sick could approve of what she was doing to him. Perhaps Sue could help him, if he could get a chance to talk to her alone.

The boy had always had an epic crush on Sue. Wesley wanted to be with her so badly. Sue was his real fantasy. He felt ashamed of thinking about his mother sexually, but he embraced the idea of fucking Sue. Wesley even had elaborate dreams about being married to Sue. He wasn't sure if he was obsessed, in love, or just horny. Aside from some lingering glances and his imagination, he had no reason to think she felt the same.

Sue greeted Wesley warmly, giving him a friendly hug like she always did. Wesley didn't feel bad about being turned on by Sue at all. He relished her huge tits pressed against him, especially since she was oblivious to their effect on him. Tim immediately wanted to go upstairs and play video games in Wesley's room. Wesley sighed and allowed himself to be dragged upstairs. For the next few hours the boys played games while their mothers drank wine downstairs.

At about 11 p.m., Wesley went to the kitchen to get a drink. His mother was bent over digging around in the fridge. He took the chance to ask something that had been on his mind all night.

"Mom, you aren't going to fuck Tim tonight are you? I would really like it if you stopped fucking all my friends."

"Oh baby, that's not acceptable begging. Besides, momma needs to get some cock somehow. I just love the way one feels sliding against my face, between my lips. Don't you?" She laughed softly. Wesley started to respond, but she cut him off.

"I know you do, don't worry. Tell you what, if I can't get some dick from Tim, I'll need it from somewhere. I might have to bring your large black friend back over tonight, if I can't have Tim. But I don't see why I should care what you want. What's in it for me?"

"I don't know what you want from me, but let's just get it over with mom." He glared at her.

She smiled that warm mom smile. "I think you'll regret not making a suitable offer of your own. First, you will call your large black friend and ask for him to come over tonight. Tell him your mother needs him to visit her tonight. His number is written right here on the fridge, under 'Jerome's Plumbing'." Wesley instantly began to object to that degradation. She interrupted him again.

"If you refuse to do anything I tell you to do tonight, not only will I fuck Tim, but you will suck a fresh load of hot sperm straight from that big black dick tonight." Her warm smile was long gone.

"Anyway, I'll fuck him and lay off your little friend. You will come into my bedroom at 2 a.m. and do whatever I instruct you to do. Remember what happens if you refuse me. I love you sweetheart."

His mother was clearly a little drunk. Her breath as she kissed him smelled of wine, and she swayed a little too much as she walked back into the living room. He heard Sue laughing hysterically at the comedy the two women were watching in the other room. Great, Wes thought. They're both drunk.

He dialed the number on the fridge. As the phone on the other end rang, he wondered how many of his mother's 'business contacts' were men she used as fucktoys. A very low and gruff voice answered.

"What?"

"I.. uhh." Wesley blanked. "Oh, my mom wants you to come over tonight."

"Who the fuck this?"

"I'm sorry. My mother's name is Beryl Denning."

After a pause, the rough voice on the other side of the line laughed.

"Ah hahah, I know that one well. Shit son, your momma playin with you too now? You're in it for yo life boy. Tell her I'll see her big titties later." Then the man hung up on him, still chuckling.

Humiliated and even more worried about what he would be doing in that room at 2 a.m., Wesley started upstairs to play some video games with Tim again. His mother yelled up at him.

"It's getting towards midnight, and it is a school night Wesley. It's bedtime, you and Tim go to sleep now. Lights out."

The boy groaned to himself and continued on to his room. He was wide awake and afraid of a hundred different things. He was so tense, he'd never be able to sleep.

He realized that the hung black man would be here to start fucking his mother shortly, so soon she and Sue would have to part ways. Obviously Sue was a little too drunk to drive home, so she would be sleeping on the couch. The boy realized his chance to talk to an adult that might be able to get him out of the sick situation he found himself in.

At 1 a.m. he heard footsteps coming up the stairway. Then he heard his mother's bedroom door close. The boy slipped from his bedroom, leaving Tim snoring on his floor, and went downstairs. Sue was laying on the couch with the remote in one hand and a bottle in the other. She looked at her son's friend and smiled.

"Hey you."

"Hi Sue. Hey do you mind if I hang out down here with you awhile? I'm wide awake."

"I don't mind, but you better not let your momma find you out of your room after lights out!" Sue chuckled.

She was sitting on one end of the couch, under what seemed like a mountain of blankets. As the boy approached she pulled the blankets tighter around her.

"Sorry, not properly dressed. I usually sleep in the nude, but I left the tank top on so I have at least something covering me." She took a long pull of her wine bottle.

The boy took a seat on the opposite end of the couch from her and pulled one of the blankets over himself a bit. They sat and watched a cheesy cinemax movie for a little bit. He didn't want to wait too late before asking Sue for help, as his mother would likely come to get him if he didn't report to her room at 2 a.m.

"Sue, I have a problem and I think you might be the only person in the world that can help me. I'm really out of options and hope at this point."

"Oh, honey. Go ahead and try old aunt Sue. I am sure I can help. Are you fighting with Tim? He seemed reluctant to come over tonight."

"No, it's not that at all. You see, my mom.. She has been really weird with me lately."

"What do you mean hon?" Sue arched an eyebrow.

"Sue, she jacked a man off on my face. She took pictures and now she's blackmailing me to be her sex slave. She called it her "sub." She said dad was her sub, and now I am. And I have to do whatever she says or she will show the pictures to everyone!"

The boy was speaking quickly now, getting more agitated as he thought about his plight. "She's such a freak. She's so much more bossy than I ever knew. And the things she likes are so gross. And she told me to come up to her room in an hour and do whatever she says. I don't know how to get out of this. What can I do?! I'm not gay!" Tears stung the boy's cheeks.

"Oh honey! I know you're not gay. I think my Timmy might be, though. Before we came over tonight I caught him jacking off to some pictures of huge cocks. Er, I mean penises." She looked distracted for a moment. Then she zoned back in and looked at Wesley with sympathy in her tipsy eyes.

"Your mom jacked a man off on your face? That's perverted. How did she get you to accept that in the first place?" she asked with a curious look on her face.

Wesley was still surprised that Tim might be gay. "Um, I was sleeping. But it's hard to tell in the picture. I woke up with cum all over my face. It was disgusting Sue!"

She looked at him as he was beginning to sob and shook her head. "It sounds pretty bad Wes but you shouldn't cry about it. You're almost a man now, a high school senior. Oh come here." She moved a little closer to him and hugged him as he collected himself.

The boy looked down at the very large tank-top clad tits of his friend's mother, and noticed through the fabric that her puffy nipples were clearly hard. She hugged him more tightly and pressed her enormous jugs against him until they smushed into his chest. He shivered and started to get hard himself. With her lips near his ear, she inquired more.

"That sounds so fuckin nasty, Wes. Your mom jacking that big cock all over your face. Did she stick it in your mouth a little too?" Sue was breathing heavier, and she rubbed her thighs together. Wesley felt her hard nipple brushing his chest through her thin shirt. The boy had a raging hard-on. His dream-woman was turned on by him! He tried his best to focus on the problem.

"Yes she did Sue, but I don't remember. Sue, I need help, how do I get away from her? How do I make her stop?"

The older woman looked on the boy with such pity in her eyes. "Oh Wes honey.."

Just then, they both heard a door open upstairs. Wes heard his mother chuckle and say "shhh" on her way downstairs.

"Quick, hide Wesley!" Sue whispered frantically to him. "Your mother will kick your ass if she knows you're up."

Sue lifted the blanket-mountain in the middle of the couch and the boy dove headfirst under the covers. She quickly arranged the blankets over the boy's form so it looked like just a thick mass of cloth, and Wes turned onto his back to minimize how lumpy the blankets were.

The first thing Wesley noticed when his head was covered was that Sue was naked except for her tank top. The top of his head was pressed against the side of her soft creamy thigh, and he looked through the blankets at another vague approaching shape. He held his breath nervously. Then the boy heard his mother's voice.

"Sue you're still awake, you little cumbucket?"

Wes felt his mother walk right up to the edge of the couch.

"Spread your legs bitch, let me get closer to you. You're gonna clean me off, like I know you love to do."

His mother must have swatted or kicked at Sue's leg so she could get herself close to Sue's face. Sue lifted her leg up and moved it over Wes' head, spreading her legs and resting her knee on his neck. Her pussy was right in his face.

The boy had never seen a pussy so close-up before except in pictures. Sue had a hairy pussy, and her lips looked really big. The slit was tiny, and the whole mound was covered by the dark fur. It smelled strong and he noticed that it was soaking wet. He wondered if it had been wet from talking to him. He had no idea what was going on between Sue and his mother.

Sue rocked herself a little bit. Wesley heard licking and slurping sounds, interrupted only by his mother's voice.

"That's it, let me see that tongue go. I am so turned on right now. That little son of mine.... I'm gonna take him into my room tonight and play with him. I haven't decided what I'm gonna do with him yet. What do you think, should I fuck that little ass of his?"

Wes panicked, but before he could react Sue shifted herself forward and planted her feet on the floor. She started smearing her wet pussy over the boy's face, and moaned as his nose flicked her clit.

The slurping sounds stopped and Sue said, "I think you should take it easy on the little squirt, break him in easy. Besides, it might be more fun to take your time, if you know what I mean."

Sue obviously wanted Wesley to lick her sopping pussy. Wesley stuck his tongue out tenderly and started lapping at the juicy cunt in his face. He didn't know where to lick, but he tried to be as quiet as possible and lick as much as he could with long, slow licks. His tongue spread the oversized labia and delved into the moist folds above his face.

Wesley's mom replied to Sue. "Slut, if I didn't know any better I might think you were soft on my son, that you had a thing for him. I've seen the way you look at him sometimes. I know better though, because as soon as I mentioned fucking his little ass you started grinding your sloppy used-up pussy into my couch and moaning. You sick bitch. Unnnngh goddamn you got a long tongue. Raise your arms and surrender that mouth. I want to see those fat tits jiggle."

About five minutes passed as Wesley licked Sue's pussy for all he was worth, listening to the slurping noises of the two women. Judging from how much syrupy juice came out and smeared across his face, the boy thought he was doing rather well. He was extremely turned on, and hoped Sue let him fuck her after his mother left. For a moment, he considered that Sue might really like him. Maybe as much as he liked her.

"That's enough, you've got me horny for more torment. I'm going back upstairs to tease that big dicked bastard. Sweet dreams!"

After a moment, his mother continued. "Aw, why are you pouting at me? You want a crack at his big cock tonight too? Maybe later tonight slut." The sound of footsteps receded as his mother returned to her room.

Wesley could see nothing but that big hairy pussy grinding itself across his face. Her lips kept sliding along his nose or the sides of his sticky cheeks. He alternated his actions between tongue-flicking her huge extended clit, burying his tongue inside of her, and licking as much of her juice up as he could. The boy kept this up for about fifteen more minutes, until he was rewarded by a flood of juice that completely coated his face. Sue kept jerking her pussy up and down his face for a few more strokes, then finally settled back and breathed heavily.

The sticky-faced teenager lifted his head out from between the older woman's soft thighs and out from under the blankets. His dick was raging hard and he saw that her cantaloupe sized tits were free. His mother must have removed Sue's shirt, and Sue's tits were slick with sweat. They were everything he dreamed them to be, and for a moment the boy forgot all his worries and just gazed at the older woman's ample chest in awe. He didn't care if she was twice his eighteen years old, he was in love. At least, as far as his young mind understood it. Her speaking broke his trance.

"You are a great pussy licker boy," she panted. "A natural, just like your father."

"What the hell? Sue, why did my mom treat you like that? You had sex with my dad?"

Sue had the grace to look abashed. "Yes Wes, I'm sorry I didn't really tell you earlier. We didn't have the chance to really talk though, did we?"

"Your mother is a vicious bitch, and I'm afraid of her too. I've been one of her subs for years, and I don't know how to escape this life. I don't know that I want to, either. We've done many things. Usually I would sit on your father's face while she fucked him. We did all kinds of crazy things. Once I saw your father suck 12 dicks in a row. He was amazing with his mouth, just like you."

"But I'm not gay!" Wes argued.

Sue smiled sadly. "I know honey, I know. That's why I let you suck my pussy. That way you can remember how straight you are when you go upstairs later. I knew you would love it, I just didn't know how good you'd be at it. You're a magnificent pussy sucker. I bet you're so hard right now."

Sue started stroking her own heaving breasts, softly running her hands up and down her puffy nipples. Wesley nodded at her.

"Take it out, let me see your cock honey."

Sue licked her big lips as Wes slid his pajamas down and freed his erection.

"Bring it here Wesley, I want to return the favor. Let me suck your dick."

Sue grabbed his cock and smeared the head into her puffy nipples. She started working her hand up and down his meat and used her other hand to fondle his swinging balls. The boy was in heaven. Sue looked up at his face and gave him her sexiest "fuck my face" look, then lowered her lips to his shaft. She gave him soft kisses all along the sides of his cock, pressing her lips and tongue along every inch of him. Before long his prick was dripping with precum and saliva, and then she really started pounding away at his meat and licking the tip with her tongue.

Sue looked up into his eyes as she slammed her fist up and down his cockmeat. He was staring at her flopping tits, and she knew he was getting close to cumming all over her face. Sue flicked her tongue faster along the sensitive ridge of his cockhead and wrapped two fists around his shaft. The older woman pounded her fists up and down, grinning and slobbering all over his teenage cock. The boy shivered, getting ready to cum. That's when she glanced sideways and stopped cold.

"Oh no, Wesley, it's 2:02 a.m. honey! Your mother gave you orders to be in her bedroom at 2! You know she said you'd have to suck that black man's big cock if you disobeyed her all night, you better run and hope she doesn't notice!"

"But Sue," he responded frantically. "I can't, I need your help, I gotta get out of this. And please finish me off really quick! Please! I need help!"

"Sorry honey, I have always found it wisest to always listen to your mother." Sue hugged him and whispered "good luck" into his ear.

The boy was wiping Sue's cum off his face and stuffing his aching prick into his pajamas a few moments later. As he opened his mother's bedroom door, he realized that he had never told Sue about his mother's threats if he disobeyed her. How did Sue know that he was threatened with giving someone head? The lights were all on inside his mother's room, and a familiar perverted scene greeted him.

Chapter Five

The boy was again overwhelmed by the smell of pure sex that hit him in the face as he opened the door to his mother's bedroom. He looked up at his mother's king-sized bed.

A pair of black legs stuck out from under his mother. She lay on top of the stranger in a sixty-nine position, her huge tits tightly encased in a black latex top. Her whole body was pressed down against the man, so that all Wesley saw looking up at the bed was the man's legs, his cock, and his own mother's face as she kissed the tip of the stranger's epic meatpole.

The man's feet rested on the floor at the foot of the bed. His huge cock jutted up proudly almost a foot into the air, anchored by balls each the size of Wesley's closed fists. The cock was slimy with precum and spit, and his mother worked her fingers feverishly up and down the massive cockstalk. Every time his slut mother's small hands reached the tip of that big black cock, more watery spooge would leak out. Then she would slowly push it back down to the root, smearing the whole dark dick with shining fluid.

As the boy entered the room, his mother raised her head and raised an eyebrow at him. Terrified that she would notice he was a couple minutes late, he waited for her to say something. Instead, she looked pointedly down at his own erection, hastily and poorly covered by his pajamas. Wesley was still close to cumming from Sue's blowjob, and he was in agony because of it. He had never come so close to orgasm and then had to stop. Of course, she didn't know any of that. She probably thought he was aroused by her and this situation. His mother smirked.

"Jerome, we've got company. I think you two met earlier. Mmm yeah! Keep tonguing my asshole you filthy fuck."

A deep voice spoke from under his mother's bottom. "Oh fuck, that big titty bitch from the couch downstairs? I can't wait to have those lips on my cock."

Wesley was terrified. He didn't think he could bring himself to suck another man off. Even though his mother had promised to ruin his life if he refused, had even shown him how she would do it in exquisitely planned detail. The boy couldn't wrap his mind around the idea of letting someone's penis into his small mouth.

Besides, he was definitely not Sue. And he doubted his mother would correct the man either. She wanted her lover to think it was two women sucking him off. And unlike last time he was here, Jerome was not tied to the bed, Wes noted. If and when the big black man saw that he was engaged in homosexual sex, he would probably get up and beat the life out of young Wesley. The boy stayed silent.

"No, Jerome. I think I'm going to keep this nice dick all to myself tonight. Maybe." Her eyes gleamed the threat at Wes, but the boy was too overjoyed to worry. No cocksucking for him!

"No," she repeated. "Instead, bitch why don't you get on your knees and bow your head to this huge cock? Recognize your place, get on the floor."

Unable to say anything for fear of being discovered, and unable to refuse out of simple fear of the consequences, Wesley got on the floor in front of the big dick his mother was waving slowly back and forth at his face. Before he could get comfortable on his knees, he was almost knocked to the floor sideways, ears ringing in pain and surprise.

His cheek stung and his eyes watered. He sat back up, and realized his mother was chuckling at him. He held a hand up to his raw cheek and found it slippery. He realized his mom had just slapped the side of his face with that cock extremely hard. The sheer force of that slick fat cock slapping into his face made his head spin and had pushed him over.

The boy regained his bearings. His mother slowly waved the cock back and forth in front of his face. The tip, thick with crusty spunk, looking like it had come once or twice already, was almost touching his nose on each pass. Then his mother took both of her small hands and started working the long black cock into her son's little face. She sat up a little and began really pounding the meat with her fists. The thick dribbling cum was leaking steadily out of the eye and dripping onto the floor between the boy's knees. The smell was intoxicating and horrible. Wesley closed his eyes and a tear slid down his cheek.

"Bitch, beg for this huge black dong. Open your mouth and look at me like you want nothing more than to jam your tight throat down this cock until you choke. Beg me with your eyes you whore."

Sighing to himself and steeling his resolve to get through this, the boy opened his eyes and mouth wide. He looked at his mother and tried his best to hide his disgust at the idea of touching that giant sperm-covered cock with any part of his anatomy. His eyes pretended to beg her, and he even heard a whimper come from his throat.

"Not good enough, slut. This cock is all mine."

Wesley smiled at his mother as if she had just bought him everything he wanted on a Christmas morning. He was so relieved and happy.

"Why don't you lick his big black balls instead?"

She smirked at him and her son started to shake his head and reject her demand. He quickly realized he had just been given a reprieve from having to suck a man's dick, and steeled his will to just do it. He looked down at the man's testicles.

The dark ballsack was huge and bloated. So near the edge of the bed, the man's nuts hung over the bottom of the bed and drifted down towards the floor. They hung lower than Wesley's own penis was long. Covered in sparse fuzz, the wrinkled testes each seemed as big as a baseball. As his mother whipped her hand up and down the man's aching cock, the boy watched the balls bouncing and jiggling around in front of his face. They were filled with sperm, he could tell the man was close to cumming. The boy was repulsed by the idea of what he knew he was about to do. He found himself thanking God that the balls remained dry on the outside and weren't covered with precum, spit, or previous spent loads.

As he slowly leaned forward until his nose was about to touch the stranger's nuts, he was struck by the smell of the man's groin. Clearly the man in the bed had a lot of sex and did not wash often. The boy's mother started two-fisting the cock while she licked the tip, and the large black nuts began bouncing up and softly slapping Wesley in the nose. He knew his mother was probably getting irate that he wasn't obeying her already. The boy puckered his lips and started to lightly press them against the wildly wobbling and sex-stinking nutsack of the black stranger.

Wrinkled and dirty skin was all he tasted in that first soft kiss. It didn't taste like much else, and he started to think he could get through this night without losing his mind. He pressed his lips more firmly against the huge nutsack.

Suddenly the boy couldn't breathe, his face surrounded by flesh. His head forced forward by his mother, he was literally up to his ears in nuts. His nose was crushed down into his face, he could only see blackness and only smell the mixture of urine, vagina, and sperm that permeated the black balls that now surrounded his face. As he gasped, he heard his mother's voice from above him.

"That's it, I said lick not kiss. Make love to those balls with your tongue." She shook his head back and forth, smashing his face further into the huge scrotum. Though his mother kept an extremely firm hold on his head, she went back to sucking the cock right above his face.

Tears started to well up in the corners of his eyes again as the teenager stuck his tongue out and ran it through the folds of flesh. He thought he could actually feel large amounts of hot liquid semen just through the flesh, being pushed around by his licks. With each stroke of his long tongue, the balls became even more full of the black man's seed and ached for release. Through the skin, less than a half inch from his face, Wesley was sloshing around a large amount of cum with his mouth.

The oversized balls bulged with the pressure of his face. The cum-filled skin pushed out around his cheeks, into his eyes, into his mouth. The boy was intoxicated by the stretched out spermbags. He couldn't breathe, smell, or think anymore. He just kept licking and crying silently, hoping for it to be over soon. His tongue continued sloshing around sperm through the thin layer of skin, and his entire face was heated by the proximity to the hot load his mother was eagerly trying to milk out.

"Damn you're a nasty bitch. You really want the hot cum from those balls don't you?" His mother's words brought him from his self-absorbed reverie and he blanched in fear. The boy froze with his tongue hanging half out of his mouth.

"Well, let's work that load out then."

Wesley pulled his head back far enough so that he could look up at his mother. She had sat up just a little more from her position laying across the torso of the black stranger. Her face was contorted in pleasure as she pounded her two small fists up and down the monstrous black fuck-stick. With each stroke she twisted her hands in opposite directions. His mother was stroking so fast her hands were a blur. Despite himself, Wesley watched his mother's jumbo sized tits slap and swing around as she jacked the cock in front of his face. From his point of view, the cock stuck up right between his mother's tits and the swelled up mushroom head obscured her face. As she milked the huge prick so hard small droplets of spit and precum that had coated it flew off in all directions and started raining down on the boy's up-turned face. Disgusted by the precum, he put his head back down and buried his face in balls again. The thin layer of skin between his face and the sperm made him feel a lot better than actual sperm on his face, he thought.

The boy couldn't believe he was putting his face back into the nutsack without anyone pushing it there this time. At least he could breathe a little better. On the downside, the boy's abnormally long tongue had by now pretty much coated the stank nutsack with his own saliva, so his face was starting to get wet and dirty.

Images of his mother's tits and Sue's soaking pussy flitting through his addled mind, Wesley realized he was hard as a rock. He almost laughed manically, thinking that he was hard with his face buried in some black man's nutsack. He wondered if he was in shock when he heard his mother's voice again.

"Oh that's it. This big cum hose is getting close to unleashing all over, isn't it? Jerome, you've been doing such a fantastic job of tonguing out my bunghole back there all night. I bet my little anus is squeaky clean. I think you deserve a reward for listening to momma so well."

"Slut!" Wesley's mother slapped him on the back of his head. "Put that pink tongue of yours to work on Jerome's asshole."

Rather than immediately start to sob uncontrollably, Wesley sniffed back the emotional explosion and reined in his disgust. Thinking practically, he simply lowered his face and stuck his tongue out as far as it would go. Though the boy's tongue was almost in the sweaty asscrack of this stranger, and the man's huge balls were resting on his nose (and drooping down either side of his cheeks), Wesley was pretty sure his mother had no idea from her angle that his tongue was not actually in the man's ass.

The boy closed his eyes, kept his face still, and pretended to be even more terribly distressed. His proximity to the man's horrifyingly sweaty asshole made that pretending easy. Wesley felt very devious about getting away with faking a rimjob. He prayed the black man was too distracted by his mother's magnificent handjob to complain. The older woman started purring as she jacked the massive cock with both hands.

"That's it, come on baby, give big momma that sweet cum. Let me have it. Hmm, maybe this little bitch wants to swallow it all down. Is that right little bitch? You don't like asshole, you prefer drinking cum? Jerome cums a lot, I'm not sure you can handle it."

Oh my God, thought Wesley, the sick whore knows I'm faking it. He thought about just sticking his tongue up into the sweaty asscrack in front of him, and immediately rejected the idea. This has gone far enough, he decided, and prepared himself to stand up and stop all this.

Again, sudden force from behind him forced the boy's head forward very hard. His tongue pushed itself past the black man's sweat soaked asscrack and into the stranger's butthole. Wesley's long tongue pushed at least two inches into the tight ring of his bung with that first thrust. It was horrible. A body behind the boy pushed him downwards and he felt uncomfortable with his hard cock pressed hard into the carpet. Wesley tried to get back up on his knees but found himself held to the floor by someone's weight. He withdrew his tongue very quickly, realizing too late that the long anal invader would be bringing the nasty taste of the man's ass back into his mouth with it.

"There you go, that's it, come on Jerome. Cum for momma! Come all over that little slut."

Wesley's mother's handjob finally had the big negro cumming. The man's knees spasmed and jerked together, closing the sweaty thighs around Wesley's head. The boy couldn't sit up or see most of the ejaculation, but he felt string after string of hot liquid rain down on his lower back and shoulders, until the last few shots just fell onto the top of his head and mixed into his hair.

After his back and head received the spermy shower, the teen finally felt the weight lift off him. He began to stumble to his knees. He was dizzy and exhausted. His mother's squeal pierced the momentary silence.

"That's it, lick my asshole until I cum. If you're lucky, I won't fuck you in yours tonight Jerome. Unnnnggh!" She continued moaning loudly, and the room was filled with the sound of his mother's grunts. Wesley then heard a soft whisper in his ear. It took him a second to recognize Sue's whispered voice.

"I'm sorry I had to push your face into that nasty man's asshole Wes. I am truly sorry and I hope you forgive me. I knew your mother would be so hard on you if you didn't do it, I just didn't want to see you hurt even more. I only came in here to make sure you were okay."

Even whispering, Wesley could hear the sadness in Sue's voice. Despite himself, he believed her. Amazingly, he even felt a little sorry for the position she was in.

"Wes, I loved how you made me feel earlier. I know you're not gay. I hope you know it too. Your tongue is wonderful. I don't know why but I find myself feeling strange emotions when it comes to you. I have thought about it, and decided to do anything I can to help you. Except defy your mom, of course."

"Shit!" she hissed. "Get under the bed, Jerome might get up. You gotta hide! He might freak out if he sees a guy in here."

Sue pushed Wesley from behind and he scrambled under the bed. It was easy since he was already pressed against the floor. The boy slid under the bedframe and spun onto his back. He felt the copious amounts of sperm on his back smear into the carpet. He even wiggled around a little bit to smear off as much of the sick stuff as he could.

"Sue," his mother's voice echoed from somewhere above him. "Get your slut ass over here and suck this man's asshole some more."

The boy felt so sorry for Sue. She had only come into the room to protect him from the crazy whore's wrath. Just for him. Now she had her own face buried in that stinky asscrack, licking out some random douchebag's butthole. He found himself filled with love for Sue at that moment. He wondered if he felt that way because Sue had tried to protect him, like his mother should be doing. Was all this emotion and affection towards Sue just a mental replacement for what he used to feel about his mom?

"Mmmm, yeah, get in there deep bitch. Can you taste what he had for breakfast?" His demented mother's wicked laugh carried down to the hiding youth. Unable to stop himself, Wesley peeked out from under the bottom edge of the bed. Looking upward, he saw the bottom of Sue's chin. The rest of her face was obscured by Jerome's ass.

Her heavy tits dangled much closer to Wesley's face. Drooping low towards the floor, her nipples protruded obscenely. The flesh quivered softly and rippled as she tossed salad. Sue's torso was sparsely covered by shots of sperm. Wesley recalled that she must have been sitting on his back holding him down as the black man came. Just as Wesley had been sprayed by the hot load, so had Sue. Again, the boy felt sorry for what she was going through for him.

He wasn't sure why he did what he did next. Perhaps it was the gratitude and love he felt for Sue, the pride he had in his earlier tongue-work, or that he wanted to further reassure himself that he wasn't gay. Maybe he was beginning to get too used to the broken submissive mindset his mother seemed to be trying to hammer into him, and he just wanted to please someone no matter how tired and shitty he felt. There was a chance he just wanted to get the ass-taste out of his mouth, or to move his head out from under the large amount of cum that was slowly sliding down Sue's big titties and towards his face. Whatever the reason, Wesley slid himself out and up until his head was under Sue's hairy pussy.

The fatty lips of her mound were positively dripping with her juices. A welcome alternative to what he had been doing, the boy dove in feverishly. Wesley was trying his best to give Sue the pussylicking of her life, and she started to respond in kind. The woman, a little older than his own mother, quickly humped her hips up and down his face. She smeared her sticky twat all over him, as she seemed to like to do, before settling down so he could rapidly flick her clit with his tongue. Before either of the two was ready, Sue started cumming on the boy's face. It seemed like an extremely hard cum, and both were shell-shocked and gasping for a few moments. The intensity of the experience shut down both minds at once.

Wesley's focus returned as he felt the black man's jism start dripping off Sue's huge dangling tits onto his chest. His mother was saying something.

"-your slutty ass out of here you cumdumpster. This beautiful cock is mine for the rest of the night. Good night."

Sue and Wesley slid to their feet and quickly scrambled out of the room without looking back.

Chapter Six

Wesley was awakened by someone climbing on top of him in his bed. Alarmed, he looked sideways at his clock; it was 6:45 in the morning. The boy couldn't make out who was climbing on top of him, but he did see very large breasts swinging as the form sat on his chest. "What the fuck, who are you?" he whispered urgently.

"Oh I'm sorry Wes, I didn't mean to scare you," Sue said. His friend's mother soothed him with a soft hand on his cheek. "I just couldn't sleep, I needed some more love from your tongue. You are so good with it. Can I have some, pleeease?" She was already sliding what felt like a rather wet pussy up his chest towards his face. Sue left a slimy snail-trail across one of the boy's nipples.

"Yes Sue! I'd love to. I love doing this for you. I never want to stop. I think I love mmlllfff-" The youth had been in the middle of trying to put words to the feelings of intense adoration he had been feeling for the older woman. He knew he had a crush on her for most of his life, especially since puberty. Sue was busty and pretty and liked to show herself. Sue had always been his sexual dream-woman.

Now that the horrors had occurred with this mother, Wesley found comfort that at least he had gotten to have sex with Sue. Well, perhaps not exactly sex. But he had gotten to give her oral sex twice. This would make three times. The teenager was incredibly aroused in seconds, looking up at Sue's shadowy body. Then he hesitated and pulled his lips from her dripping sloppy pussy.

"Sue, did you clean off, I mean, from earlier?" Of course he was referring to when the black man had cum all over her body that night. Wesley had seen all the cum he ever wanted to see in his lifetime.

"Of course baby. I told you I couldn't sleep. Lick me, pleeease!" Her whining turned him on even more. For a moment he felt manly and in charge, as he hungrily shoved his tongue in and out between her giant hairy pussy lips. He noted that Sue smelled different. More sweaty and base, he thought, dirtier.

As he sucked her pussy, Sue looked down at the boy. She stroked his cheek softly and affectionately with her hand and humped up and down on his face. "Deeper, baby, deeper."

The boy's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and Sue knew he had finally tasted the fresh load of hot spunk oozing out of her raw pussy and into his mouth. She marveled that within just a couple days the boy knew the taste of the man's cum so well that he could recognize it like that. That thought sent her body over the edge.

"Don't stop! I'm gonna cum! Oh Wes baby, I'm cuummmmmmiinng!!"

Wesley felt like he was about to vomit. He continued licking out the sloppy snatch, running his tongue through the folds of slimy jism. He did it for just a few more licks, until Sue finished shaking in orgasm. Then he pushed her off him roughly. She landed on the bed next to him and quickly moved back over next to him. Sue laid her head gently on his chest and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you Wes, thank you so much, you made me feel amazing. I am in love with your tongue. I hope we never stop either."

Despite the sperm clinging to his lips and chin, the teen's erection never wavered. Especially once the busty woman pressed her entire body against his side tightly. After he collected himself a little (and wiped off his white handlebar mustache of cum with the back of his hand), he confronted her.

"Sue, I like you. A lot. You had cum in you just now, I'm sure of it, and I-"

She interrupted him, hastily explaining. The anguish in her voice was plain, though she mostly whispered. "I'm so sorry baby, so sorry! I promise you that I am. Your.. your mother ordered me to do that to you. I did not want to. I mean I did, I did want your tongue. But not like that. I didn't want to hurt you with that nasty cum, I'm sorry.. She is really sick, but I just couldn't say no to her. Please forgive me? I didn't mean to hurt you."

He confusedly responded. "Sue, it didn't hurt that much. I mean it didn't hurt, I'm okay. It's just gross. I'm not gay and-" She interrupted him again.

"I know you're not gay baby, trust me. Does that mean you forgive me? I hope so." Her soft hand found its way around his cock. She gripped him tightly. "I knew you'd be hard, I knew you loved me. Wesley." She looked into his eyes. "I want to make love to you. I know you haven't done it before, I can tell. I want to be your first. Will you let me?"

"Sue I want nothing more than that, in this whole world. Yes, please, let's make love." Wesley felt so happy and complete. He had never felt more excited. Infinite thoughts about his future with Sue ran through his head as the older woman slid on top of him, pinning the boy's member between their lower bellies. Her huge tits dangled against either side of his face, and her beautiful and grateful smile was all he could see. She slipped her hips upward and captured the tip of his dick with her pussy in one quick motion. He was overcome by joy and love as she began to slip her wet pussy down his prick and envelope him. Suddenly a thought occurred to him.

"Damn wait, do we need a condom?" he inquired hastily.

Her soft laughter filled the room. "Well I already took one load in me tonight, remember? I think we'll be fine."

The boy remembered the cum still clinging to his lips and went to wipe his face off, repulsed. Sue beat him to it and pushed her body down into his quickly. She kissed him hard on the mouth, licking up the spermy residue for him, as she slammed her cum-dripping pussy down on his cock. The moment he lost his virginity all Wesley could think about was that her tongue still tasted faintly of the black man's asshole, and her pussy seemed extremely loose and wet from the load of cum still inside it. He was sure it wasn't like this for most people, whatever the "normal" experience of losing your virginity was.

After her unsavory kiss, Sue lifted her head slightly and started going crazy on top of him. Her perfectly buxom body was wonderful to watch grind away on his cock. He had already been so excited, feeling her fleshy titties slap down into his chest quickly sent him soaring. He glanced around at her ass and just stared as her small girlishly round ass pounded up and down his dick. She fucked him so well and he was so excited that in only ten strokes Wesley closed his eyes and shot off like a rocket inside her pussy, feeding Sue her second load for the night. As he came, the boy whispered, "I'm in love with you, Sue."

The older woman collapsed onto the bed next to him after the boy finished filling her hairy snatch with his spooge. He was in heaven. He looked over at her for a response to his whispered feelings, and saw that Sue was shaking slightly, weeping to herself.

"Sue! What's wrong? Wasn't that wonderful? Did I say something wrong?" He almost cried himself. The teen knew he would do anything for Sue, and couldn't stand to see her cry.

"I'm sorry, Wes, I'm ruining your perfect moment." She sniffed and continued shaking silently. "No," he said softly to her. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

"Baby, it's just.. Your mom and that big dick. It's too big for me. I mean, I've fucked around in my life, but that one.. She told me I had to get filled up to feed you your breakfast. She was so mad that I had let you lick me out twice without her permission. She wanted to hurt me. She didn't get it wet first at all. It's so big Wes.." She started crying audibly again. "It's too big, I'm hurt."

"Hurt? How?" He was puzzled. He didn't quite know how a pussy worked or felt.

"Inside my pussy lips there's a smaller tighter ring of muscles. That big cock stretched me and hurt me. It always does, it makes me so sore. But I needed you, Wes. I wanted to be your first for years now. I've liked you... you don't even know."

The boy was surprised that she felt similar to how he did, and he wondered how long she had looked at him as a man. Her tears were like insults at his ability to take care of his true love (in his own naïve view). "I'm sorry I made it worse Sue. What can we do? I mean, what do you do to make it better, after you have sex with a cock that big?"

Sue smiled at him lovingly through her tears and he thought she was the most beautiful thing ever. "Wes baby, you didn't really make it worse. I mean, I was so raw and wet after that big cock ravaged me that I barely felt your dickie in me." She quickly added, "but I hope to feel better soon, so that we can make love again. Next time maybe it will be longer.. Wes honey the only thing that's ever made the inside of my pussy feel better after a fucking like that was a soft tongue massaging the inner ring of muscles, deep inside my pussy." He grimaced at her slights and the thought of sticking his long tongue deep inside her cum-flooded pussy. She had, after all, just fucked two men. "I know baby, you think that's gross and you don't want to do that. It's okay, I should be fine in a couple days." She continued to shake and sob.

Wesley thought quickly. He had to help her, he couldn't leave her like this. In order to relate to her, he briefly imagined trying to take the black man's ten inch cock up his own ass and found himself filled with pity for the pain Sue was probably in. And again, he felt partly responsible because his mother had only made Sue do it in order to punish him. He continued to be the source of Sue's pain and humiliation.

But he was never going to eat, kiss, or drink a man's cum again, he promised himself. He had found what he thought to be his true love, and that filled him with an inner strength. He was not going to obey his mother anymore. Somehow, he would take Sue and they would run away together. Somehow. "I'll help you Sue, don't worry. Please stop crying."

Never again. How was he going to lick her insides without getting those two big loads of spunk all over him? He got an idea.

"Sue, come here." The woman lifted her knees and spread her legs, eagerly inviting him to eat out her hairy sloppy snatch. The boy awkwardly sat her up and moved her over to the edge of his bed. She swung around and put her feet on the floor, keeping her knees spread. With her pussy hanging just over the edge of the bed, she immediately began to slowly drip long strings of cum onto his floor. He smiled triumphantly and kissed her. Now that she's sitting up, he thought, all the cum will slide out and I will be able to massage her pussy. She seemed to catch on to his idea and stopped crying for a moment.

"I knew you would help me, baby. Do me a favor and hand me a cig and my lighter? They are over on the table by your door. Tonight is just so intense, I need a smoke."

The boy knew his mother never allowed smoking in her house. Fuck that whore, he thought, and he quickly scampered across the room to fetch Sue her tools of relief. He handed them back to her and she stuck the cigarette in her mouth and started striking the lighter. Meanwhile, the boy went to his knees before her spread legs, thinking that all the spooge must be mostly dripped out by now.

He looked up at Sue's face and she smiled down at him with the cigarette hanging from her lips. "Thank you so much for loving me Wes, for helping me. My little pussy hurts so much inside. Please make it all better, please show me that you love me."

Filled with pride, Wesley smiled back up at her face. She looked so mature, with her legs spread so lewdly and the small cigarette sticking out of her mouth. Her tits were as big as the heads of the girls in his class at school. This is a real woman, a sexy woman, he thought. And she loves me. She wants to be with me.

Feeling more manly than he ever had in his life, Wesley looked down to the task at hand. In front of his face, Sue's huge pussy lips (they seemed almost two inches across, each) were parted on their own to reveal her gaping pussy hole. To the boy on his knees, it seemed as wide as a door, totally different than the last times he had seen it. The bloated mound was just the top of a sperm waterfall. Five or six very thick strings of spooge dripped slowly down from the dark portal and finally came to pool on the boy's knees, a curtain of slime. It was amazing he had felt anything at all with his average sized dick in that pussy. Constantly spewing forth more thick cum, his own and the hung stranger's mixed together, Sue's swollen pussy seemed to beckon him like some ancient and evil goddess. He could see very far inside the depths and the wet spasming sides of her yawning inner pussy seemed to go on into her forever. The disgusting image burned into his memory forever, he knew.

Sue looked down past her cigarette at the boy bowing before her. She felt so naughty for a moment. She was 36 years old with an 18 year old boy pleasuring her oozing creampie. But she couldn't help herself. "Come on my sweet baby, show me your love. It hurts so much. Doesn't it look like it hurts? Please.."

Sighing to himself, Wesley took two fingers and very gingerly tried wiping the biggest globs of spunk away from the opening (though he could clearly see more pooling just inside her). Sue shrieked in pain the moment his fingers touched her pussy. He felt so bad for her suddenly. It did look like it hurt. Conflicted, he resigned to just do what he had to for the sake of love. Take care of his woman, that's what a man does, he thought. And he promised himself that he would never taste cum again. Starting tomorrow.

The boy pressed his mouth against the older woman's gaping pussy hole and buried his tongue three inches deep into her cum-gobbed cunt. All he could taste was nasty spooge. He didn't swallow any, and tried not to take any into his mouth. But the taste of the man-goo was overpowering. He found himself wondering if it was his own sperm that tasted so strongly, or that of the other man who had cum in her. Sue moaned her approval as he swirled his tongue around her insides. He quickly pulled his mouth and tongue out, spitting what felt like a cup of cum down onto the tops of his own knees. The hairy, nasty, sticky mess that was his new love's blown-out pussy seemed to try to swallow his face as well as his tongue into its dark unknown depths.

A thousand years passed within the next ten minutes, as the boy licked the older woman's horribly sloppy pussy as deeply as he was able. The infinite lake of cum inside her slowly seeped out and onto Wesley's face or into his mouth. He gave up on holding his breath. He felt like his head was being dunked into a tub of sperm, and the boy's thoughts wandered as he grew accustomed to his situation. The minutes passed as his mind filled with images of living with Sue as boyfriend and girlfriend, taking her to the park for a romantic picnic date. He wondered if she would go to the prom with him. It occurred to the youth at that point that he might be being a little naïve. At least about Sue being comfortable having a public relationship with him. Besides, her husband would kill him.

Nonetheless, he felt so lucky to have such a voluptuous and sexy girlfriend. An enormous glob of spooge oozed out of her quivering cunt and smeared over his nose as he licked inside her. Wesley had never had a girlfriend before. The cum-gob pushed up into his nostrils and filled his nose. He wondered if, now that they had expressed their mutual affection, he still had to "ask her out" or if she considered them 'together.' He choked a little as the sperm slid down inside his nose and directly into his throat. The boy pulled his head back and looked up at his gorgeous new girlfriend.

"Sue, are we-" he stopped because talking had caused a big cum-bubble to form in his mouth and choke him a little more. He cleared his throat, roughly swallowing, and continued. "Are we girlfriend/boyfriend now?"

The thirty-six year old woman exhaled her cigarette smoke and looked down at the boy between her legs. "Yes honey. I really do love you, and I'll do my best to protect you and treat you good. But you gotta understand that your momma would not approve. And my husband certainly wouldn't. Neither would most people. So we gotta keep it secret that we are.. going steady. Is that okay honey?"

"Of course Sue! I'm so happy. Does your.. do you feel better now, down here?" He indicated her oozing snatch between little coughs and wiping off his face.

"Yes! Sooo much better than before. That giant cock really destroyed my pussy didn't it? I'm so lucky to have you to make me feel better."

"No Sue, I'm the lucky one." He meant it, as he stumbled to his feet and sat down next to her on the bed. "I really needed this tonight."

"I was just thinking the same thing Wes." She looked at his face, completely glazed over from ear to ear. "What am I thinking, my big strong man does me a favor like that and I leave him all dirty. Let me take care of that baby." Sue leaned over and quickly grabbed something from his desk. He enjoyed the sight of her dangling tits. She turned to the boy and thoroughly dried his face. She missed some spots, like in his left ear, up his nose, so he took the cloth and finished cleaning the cum off his face. He finished wiping up and pulled the cloth away, only to be dismayed that Sue had just handed him his own shirt that he had put out to wear to school in a few hours. A dripping cummy mess now, he threw the shirt onto the floor.

"Wessy, I gotta get home before your mother finds me still here. I will call you later this week, okay baby? I love you." Before he could respond, she was gone. He didn't care, he was so happy to finally have lost his virginity and to have a girlfriend. She loved him!

The next few days passed without much fanfare. Wesley didn't hear from Sue, though he thought about her constantly. He did see his friend Becky at school. She seemed very uncomfortable and guilty around him, though she was unaware that he knew she had fucked his own mother. Becky was also unaware that he knew she had a huge crush on him. He had a girlfriend now, and Sue was way sexier than Becky in his mind. Becky had hurt him and betrayed him, Sue had only protected him and suffered on his behalf. Wesley mostly ignored Becky, only being polite, cordial, and brief with her in the hall.

His mother left him alone. She didn't force him into any humiliating or awkward situations, didn't persuade him to perform any homo-erotic acts. The perverted witch barely said a word to Wesley for the rest of the week. He was ecstatic about that, and began to think his mother had given up on the sick ideas she had about him being her "sub" like his father apparently had been.

At least until Friday, Wesley had been on cloud nine. Friday morning his mother woke the boy up with breakfast in bed. She came into his room wearing a loosely tied robe that showed most of her tremendous cleavage. Already hard, the eighteen year old boy sat straight up at attention as she entered. He was surprised by her kindness. His mother always used to make him breakfast in bed on the weekends. The boy never thought he would get this sort of motherly love from her again.

She approached his bed from the doorway and he couldn't take his eyes off her quivering creamy tits. Even when she stopped moving, they continued to jiggle. She clearly had nothing on under her robe. He had never seen tits bigger than his mother's monstrous boobs. It made him kind of proud. As he took the plate of scrambled eggs she offered him, he wondered absently what her pussy was like. Was it big and hairy like Sue's? Was it very small and shaved?

He thanked her for the scrambled eggs and started to eat. As soon as the eggs hit his tongue, he recognized the strong taste of a man's cum. The boy focused on the plate and saw layers and layers of congealed jizz coating the top of his eggs, like frosting on a cake. It looked like four or five rather large loads of sperm had been shot over his plate and reheated.

"You're welcome, son. It took me forever to make those eggs, I hope you enjoy them. If you don't finish your plate young man, I shall be rather cross with you."

"Mother, I'm not eating a plateful of some guy's fucking spooge."

"Do not talk back to me boy. You were told what would happen when you refused to listen to me. You just refused me. Do you doubt that I will make you suck a big bulging dripping cock?"

"No, I don't, by no means. I believe you absolutely. But I-"

"If you believe that I will do something as a punishment, no matter how bad it is, why would you misbehave and earn that punishment son? Do you want to suck on a big cock?"

"No! That's disgusting! I'm straight, I'm not gay at all. I hate it when you-"

"Well if you don't want to do it, and you know that I will make you do it for arguing, then why would you ever refuse to listen to me Wesley?"

The boy couldn't think of anything to say. She was right. Dear God, he thought, I will just have to do whatever gross things she tells me to do, every day, forever. The thought almost made his mind snap, and the boy broke down in tears.

He cried loudly, the tears of someone utterly alone and without hope, thinking that his entire future existence would be more pain and hardship than anything else. Wracked with his own sobbing, his mother took him into her arms in a gentle embrace.

"There there baby. That's okay. See, I don't mind if you cry. As long as you listen to me, cry all you like." She held him as he shook, and she seemed to realize just how broken he was getting. He felt her gasp softly with sympathy for him.

"No, oh no son, don't be so sad. You will learn to love it, just like your daddy did. I don't know what you think, but momma still loves you. Here baby, come to momma." She cradled his head in her arms and held it against her enormous tits. His cheek pressed against her spongy titflesh, and his hot tears immediately moistened her entire left tit. She shushed him and began to gently rock him in her arms. His broken-spirited wailing continued. His mother lowered her arms a bit, and his head fell into the loose front of her robe.

The two-inch hard puffy nipple of her massive left tit pressed against the side of the boy's nose. Completely moistened by his own tears, it was begging to be sucked. His undeniable attraction to do just that was made worse when she said softly, "come on baby, suck on momma." His mother continued rocking him slowly as his lips captured her abnormally large nipple and started sucking. He couldn't get past feeling like he had a small penis in his mouth, though he felt comforted and calmed. He sucked and wept.

"That's a good baby. I know you're sad. I know you don't want to do everything I tell you to do. Momma loves you, so momma will do you some favors, okay? Mmm, it feels good when you suck on momma like that. If you keep being a good boy, you may get to do things like that more often."

"Baby, I will overlook your refusal, without punishment. I really don't want to push you too far. Calm down baby, momma loves you."

Her cooing worked its magic on him and brought him back from the precipice. For a crazed moment, he felt that his mother might love him again, just like always. He started to hope again, and visibly relaxed in his sobbing. She continued to shush and rock him, and he continued to suck her oversized nipple. It stuck into his mouth so far that with each suck his tongue rubbed the tip. He couldn't help that, it was just too big in his mouth.

"I won't push you too far, you have to trust me on that. Everything I tell you to do, you will be able to handle. Trust me. So, are you going to refuse momma anymore?"

The boy shook his head no.

"Baby will trust momma and do whatever she tells him?"

The boy nodded up at her.

"Good boy. Now open."

He released her elongated nipple from his mouth and accepted the spoonful of sperm and eggs. The erection he had been developing from proximity to her enormous breasts flagged down again as the slimy jizz slid down his throat. He knew better than to do anything else, so he just continued to eat spoonful after spoonful of cum-covered breakfast.

"This baby-food is much better when it's warm, isn't it?" she asked her son. He nodded. It was. She continued talking to him softly as she fed him the mushy mess.

"Tonight I'm going to take someone to the movie theatre and they are going to give me head while the movie is playing. Afterwards, I will be orally pleasured by that person here at the house. Tomorrow, I will continue to be pleased here, only by a different person."

"I will offer you a simple choice, to show you how nice I am. You will be allowed to skip school and please me today and tonight, and I will have your classmate Tim over tomorrow. Or, if you wish, Tim will get to skip school today and give me head in the theatre, while you wait your turn until tomorrow."

"I will take tomorrow, Saturday," the boy said without hesitating. He smelled cum strongly on his own breath.

"All right. Then get dressed for school. Tonight, find somewhere else to spend the night. I'm thinking little Timmy might want it in the ass, and he's a squealer." She smiled sweetly down at her son as he finished the last spoonful and she tucked her massive tit back into her robe.

Suddenly the boy's brain sparked with an idea. Excitedly, he relayed the request to his mother. Knowing she would frown on the idea, he put it to her in the most pitiful and begging way possible.

"Please momma, can I ask for something? It's really big, but really important." She nodded her approval.

"Momma, I will do anything you want, anything at all. I will be the best boy ever for you. Please, can we make it so that we do this.. can we be like this on Saturdays, and I can have my normal sweet momma back the rest of the week? I really need that. Please please please?"

His mother looked irritated with him for making such a large request, though she didn't say anything. She took a deep breath, and looked like she was mulling over his idea. "I'll think about it," was what she finally offered. "We'll see what a good boy you are tomorrow, and I'll let you know. It depends on how skilled you are with that long tongue of yours, too." She left him pondering his weekend.

Wesley was extremely hopeful. If his experiences with Sue were any indication, he was very good with his tongue. Being subject to his mother's demented sexual whims only one day a week seemed almost bearable. He wondered again what her pussy was like, and marveled that in all the weirdness of this last week he had never seen her box.

It had been the longest and hardest 6 days of his life, and Wesley knew he needed a break. Besides he missed Sue terribly. Knowing Tim would be missing school today, Wesley decided he would also skip today's classes and go visit Tim's mother Sue. Since Tim and Wesley's own mother would be together all day and night, Sue might be at home alone. Her husband worked days, and often went to the bar after work.

It wasn't even 9 a.m. before Wesley was knocking on Sue's door. The boy attacked the older woman in a great hug, sighing contentedly. She was wearing a pink robe and holding a bottle of wine.

"I missed you so much Sue!"

"Hi baby, I told you I would call you." She hugged him back and nudged the door shut. "I missed you too. We gotta be careful though, someone might see us. From now on use the back door, and don't come over unannounced." Noticing his excitement fading, she smiled and hugged him tighter. "Oh baby, let's have a great time together today. We have all day for just the two of us. I'm going to fuck your brains out. You wanna pound my little pussy, don't you? Let's go up to my bed." She grinned and took his hand.

"Sue," the boy began, "do you mind if I spend the night? My mom told me that Tim is going to give her head all day today and tonight, and I would be doing that for her tomorrow. She told me to stay out tonight."

"Well, my husband Roy will probably be home at some point, but- wait. Did you say my son is giving her oral today, and you are tomorrow?" Sue looked mortified.

"Yes. I don't mind though, it can't be that bad right?"

"Wes, giving your mother head will not be a pleasant experience, you don't understand-"

He was excited to explain his pending idea to his new girlfriend. "She said she might let me only have to be subject to her disgusting hobby on Saturdays, if I do a good job tomorrow. And I'm going to do a good job no matter what. I just can't do that every day Sue. Maybe if I keep her happy, the bitch will leave me alone."

She seemed about to say something, but she thought better of it and continued to lead him up the stairs to her bedroom.

The two lay in Sue's marital bed for hours, caressing each other's bodies and kissing gently. They made love twice, both times with Wesley on top, pounding dutifully away. Sue's hairy pussy was much tighter than it had been before, and the boy lasted much longer. She gave him condoms to wear this time, and he happily obliged. Wesley had seen all the cum-filled pussies he ever wanted to see in his lifetime.

They were sweet and soft with each other, and both seemed relaxed and happy. In the teen's opinion, this was the best day possible. Wesley asked Sue out that evening. He offered to take her to the best restaurant in town, and she smiled and accepted. He felt very mature. The two heard the front door downstairs open.

"Sue! It's me!" Roy yelled. "I'm home for some lunch, bitch. Get your ass down here!"

Chapter Seven

"Sue! It's me!" Roy yelled. "I'm home for some lunch, bitch. Get your ass down here!"

Wesley, furious that someone would speak to his girlfriend that way (even if it was her husband), balled his fists and jumped to his feet. Roy was a hundred pounds heavier than him, but he had love on his side.

Sue hissed at her young lover to hide quickly under the bed, and he ignored her. The two heard multiple men talking downstairs and laughing, and then people walking up the stairs to the room. Wesley ran into the closet as the men opened the bedroom door. From between the slanted openings in the flimsy closet door, the boy saw at least three men come in. Sue had leapt back onto the bed and under the blankets.

"You stupid cunt," her husband said. "I said to get downstairs. We got company, and you got work to get done."

"Roy, I'm really sick today. Hi George, Shawn. I am really sorry but I'm just not up to it right now," she pleaded.

One of the other men chuckled and said, "same shit every time. You know you want us you slut. Shit you're probably already wet just because we're here." After a brief scuffle, there was more laughter. "See, I told you. Slut can't get enough cock."

Wesley was irate. These men were going to rape her, and her husband was going to allow it? And she knew them? She was only wet because of him! The boy knew he could do nothing against three grown men, so he kept quiet and still. He couldn't see much.

"Ouch!" she whined. "At least let me suck it and get it wet before you stuff it in my ass. That's glllmp-" There were light slapping sounds. The men were apparently disrobing and starting to play with Sue. And granting her wish, judging from the loud slurping noises.

The boy was astounded. The sweet girlfriend he had been tenderly playing with all day regularly did anal sex and fucked groups of men? Wesley wondered if he could convince Sue to run away with him. He was discouraged from that thought by the very pleased female groans coming from a few feet away. Her husband probably forces her to do all this, the boy thought. Maybe she has some psychological problem that keeps her here. Wesley had heard of something like that.

The gangbang went on for forty five minutes. He listened as three men fucked his lady love extremely hard almost an arm's length away. They called her countless derogatory names. Slut, whore, cumdumpster, tramp, dirty bitch, and even told her how much she loved it all. For her part, Sue did nothing but grunt and groan. Her mouth was always full of cock, for every one of those forty five minutes.

The closet was too narrow to do anything but stand. The boy had already fucked Sue twice before going into the closet and by now his legs were too tired to hold him up. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to lean against the wall for support. This resulted in a creaking sound that stopped the boy's heart with fear. The closet door flew open.

"George, what have you got there?" Roy asked while fucking his wife's face. The man who must be George reached into the closet and pulled Wesley out by the scruff of his neck, throwing the boy into the bedroom. Wesley collapsed to his knees, exhausted even more than afraid. Sue was on her knees right next to him, getting plowed in her shitter by the man who must be Shawn. Roy pulled his cock out of his wife's mouth and got to his feet. Everyone was naked.

"Some runt hiding in the closet," replied George. Roy seemed furious. "What the fuck!? Some kid in here now Sue? How old are you boy?" he demanded.

"Eighteen!" Wesley proudly retorted.

"Perfect. You wanna fuck this used-up slut, then fuck her. Now." Roy stood over Wesley, his large fists clenched.

The strong fear that filled him then demanded that Wesley fuck Sue. The intense exhaustion required that he simply pass out. He knew he couldn't fuck if he wanted to.

"I can't, sir. I'm sorry. I'm too tired," he whined.

"Boy, if you don't get your ass over there and fuck my wife, they will never find your body," Roy threatened.

"Take it easy, Roy," Shawn said amiably. "The kid can fuck her, just let her get on top. We been taking it easy on her loose ass for fifteen minutes anyway, she's gotta have some energy built up." Roy nodded his assent angrily. Wesley looked over at Sue, amazed that she had nothing to say and just waited to be told what to do. Once the exchange was finished, she just climbed over to the boy and started to mount him. It was only then that he really looked at his lady love.

Sue was a mess. Her enormous tits were covered with strings of saliva from the incessant face-fucking. Three big strands of spit still hung from her mouth down to her cleavage. Her whole body was slimy and sweaty. Fortunately, the boy saw no other indications of sperm on her. Sue looked down at him apologetically. She looked so sad, like she was going to cry. He knew she just wanted this to be over as soon as possible, so he let her get up and over him to mount him. That's when he spotted the gallon of cum hanging in sheets from her once-more swollen snatch.

He had no idea how many loads she had taken from these men already until Shawn slyly remarked, "there you go slut, maybe the fifth time's the charm and you'll finally get off yourself." The three men laughed as she slid her sagging meat-curtains over Wesley's young body. The jizz that oozed from her black hole sloshed across his leg and enveloped his hard cock. The boy, on his back on the floor under the older woman, could not feel the walls of her pussy at all. It was so wet and slimy inside her that he only knew his cock was in by her final lack of movement. Disgusted, his erection began to go down. Sue held herself over Wesley, breathing heavily and trying to regain some composure.

Her head was rocked sideways by a hard slap to the face from her husband. Roy ordered her, "Bitch, if you don't make this boy cum in you then you'll be sorry. And you know what I'll do." Wesley was reminded of his mother and the domination of personality involved. Sue began to grind on him, very hard and very fast. This movement caused that gallon of spooge to seep out of her sloppy pussy and onto Wesley's lower body, down his balls, and into his asscrack. And it just kept coming. At least as she moved on him, he could feel her pussy a bit. The giant dangling tits quivered directly below his face. Most of the spit had dried up by now, and the swinging orbs were sexy as hell. Despite his situation, the boy stayed rock hard and started to build an orgasm.

Grunting his approval, George took the place in front of the woman. The man roughly shoved his cock into Sue's mouth and started pistoning himself back and forth, fucking her throat. Wesley saw the bottom of Sue's throat bulge. In order to get good leverage, George had to get on his knees in front of Sue's face. A little more rotund and physically larger than the other two men, George seemed to smirk and take pleasure in straddling Wesley's head to facefuck the woman. His old balls were heavy with another load, and dangled low over Wesley's face. The boy would much rather have watched Sue's big tits swinging around five inches about his face, but he wasn't in any position to argue. He just kept fucking up into the sloshy mess that was his girlfriend's pussy.

As the threesome continued their fucking, Wesley slowly got closer to his orgasm. The tingle in his balls intensified and he thought he would cum soon and Sue's angry husband might let him go. He jerked as he felt something cold strike him on his neck. His back on the carpet, the boy looked up at Sue blowing George. Thick froth had gathered on her chin as George fucked her mouth. White bubbling precum and spit drooped steadily down until it came to rest on Wesley's neck. As George continued to fuck, the froth slid down his wildly flopping nutsack and over the boy's horrified face. Twelve ounces of spitty precum buildup slopped off the older man's hairy balls and down towards the teen's face.

The boy dodged his head sideways and missed most of it, though this caused his head to slam into George's thigh. George, sneering to himself at the predicament he had put the boy in, pretended that this amount of force was enough to make his legs spread, and let his leg move farther out. Kneeling wider, he lowered himself down onto the boy's face and pressed his damp balls and sweaty ass down. Wesley yelled, alarmed and disgusted, as the froth-covered balls mushed down against his cheek.

A moment passed as Roy and Shawn looked to see what the boy's distress was. Roy said, "George, get your hairy ass off the poor boy's face. That's some gay shit." George only laughed, lifted himself up again, and continued fucking the boy's girlfriend deep in her throat.

Wesley was in awe at how much Sue seemed to have changed. No longer his soft sweetheart, she didn't even seem aware of her surroundings. The woman had transformed into merely a fleshy mass of gaping and oozing fuckholes, large jiggling titties, and swinging spit.

He did not feel manly anymore with his new girlfriend. He didn't feel hopeful. And he knew that Sue definitely was going to be useless as far as helping him escape the tyranny of his mother.

As Wesley fucked her gyrating pussy, he felt another cock worming its way into Sue's butthole. This sensation caused the walls of her pussy to momentarily contract, and finally getting some solid friction pushed the boy over the edge. He added his load to the half dozen already inside her, and relaxed down into the carpet. Soon afterwards George grunted loudly and pushed forward, burying his tool in Sue's gullet to the hilt. The man continued grunting and quivering as he shot his load directly into her belly. Sue started coughing violently, but George just continued to fill her mouth with semen. The white man-goo started dripping out the sides of her mouth and down her chin.

George finally pulled his cock out and backed away. Sue choked and hacked out most of a load of sperm immediately, right across Wesley's upturned face. Mouth, nose, eyes, and hair coated with George's load of hot jism, Wesley was in shock. Sue somehow managed to stop herself before she vomited on the boy, but after she finally stopped coughing she simply slumped forward onto him.

Wesley was exhausted and awestruck, laying on the carpet with his left eye glazed shut by spooge. Sue lay on top of the boy, her enormous tits pressed into his chest, her eyes open and staring blankly, drooling slightly. Her head rested down next to the boy's neck, and even from that proximity he could smell the reek of her cock breath. She jiggled up and down against the boy's body, moving back and forth as Shawn continued to pound her asshole with his cock. Sue and Wesley lay there for a while and zoned out of consciousness as they rocked.

"Get up and take a shower you two. You're fucking filthy." Roy's booming voice jolted the sexually-exhausted boy and woman awake. Sue rolled off of Wesley and groaned.

The first thing Wesley saw out of his one good eye was Roy's face sneering at him in disgust. The boy looked down at himself. He knew he must look sickening, covered from face to knees in cum, precum, and spit. He probably had four or five loads spread out across his body.

"Son, you fucked my wife without my say-so. Sue's mine. I took your money as payment. You're welcome to fuck her any time you want, just like anybody else. But you ask me first, and you pay me after, just like anybody else. If you got a problem with that, you just tell me. And bitch, clean the fucking carpet." With that, Sue's husband Roy went back downstairs to continue watching the game with his friends.

Wesley was angry and humiliated at the same time. He was angry because that money had been meant for the romantic dinner at the expensive restaurant he and Sue were supposed to be going to tonight. He was humiliated because his first love, the person who took his virginity, his girlfriend, was apparently not much better than a fucking prostitute.

The boy followed Sue's sweaty form into her shower. A nearby clock proclaimed it 11 p.m. somehow. The two didn't speak or look at each other as they got in and turned the water on. After cleaning themselves for a bit and getting the outer layer of grime, sweat, and sperm off themselves, they both started to enjoy the shower. Wesley gave Sue's body a sidelong glance, and remembered why she had been his dream-woman for his masturbatory lifetime. Sue reached down to wash her knees and ankles, and her round ass pressed against the shower wall and bulged slightly. Her breasts swung back and forth as she scrubbed. Wesley's cock began to grow.

"Sue, why didn't you tell me about all of that?" he inquired.

Finally, the older woman stood and looked at her young lover. She looked into his eyes and he could see she was already crying silently. "I'm so sorry. I can't say that I'm sorry enough. I didn't know how to tell you how I am. I didn't want to ruin things between us. It was so nice, we were having such a good, sweet time. I'm sorry baby."

Wesley believed her, but he still didn't understand. She began trying to get cum globs out of her hair. He pressed further.

"But, why do you let those men treat you like that? Why would you allow those things to happen if you didn't want them to?" He was baffled.

"Baby, I'm not a slut. I'm really not, please believe me. Please forgive me!" Sue's voice cracked and tears continued to mix with the shower water on her cheeks. Then she noticed his growing erection and smiled. Sue fell to her knees in one quick motion and engulfed his cock with her mouth. "Pleath forgith muhll," she slurred as she rapidly bobbed her head up and down the boy's dick.

Wesley started to stop her, but hesitated because it felt so good. "Sue, I'll forgive you if you tell me. Why? How are you not a slut if anybody can and does come up here and fuck you? How often do you fuck people? How many people have you had sex with??" He started to get worked up.

The older woman stopped blowing him and looked up at the boy. "Baby, I'm not a slut. I.. I am just submissive, I guess. Sometimes certain people just tell me what to do and I do it. I like to do it. It doesn't really matter what it is though. That doesn't make me a slut, does it? I think it just makes me weak.." She stopped, openly crying in shame now.

He was beginning to understand. He needed a moment to think her words over, and didn't immediately respond. Then an idea came to him. He pushed himself forward and stabbed the crying woman in the cheek with his hard cock. She instantly took him back into her soft mouth and started sucking him off again. As he received an expert blowjob, he mulled Sue over in his mind.

He felt that he mostly understood Sue, and even that he could get Sue to leave her husband Roy if he wanted her to. He believed Sue was really in love with him, and enjoyed being with him. He certainly loved being with her, and didn't want to share his lady love with every hobo with forty dollars. Aside from the sexual surprises, Sue was wonderful.

What troubled Wesley was how much he understood Sue. He must be similar in some way, for her behavior to just click for him. The boy considered his current situation. Other people he knew, boys his own age in his classes, in the same situation he had been in earlier that day, would have reacted completely differently than Wesley did. Some boys from school, if caught fucking some guy's wife, would just run. Most wouldn't participate with some hairy old men in gangraping the woman. And if they did, most boys wouldn't accept balls and jizz dropped onto their face without at least a fight. Wesley had accepted all that, and had his money stolen, without a whimper of opposition. Was he truly submissive, like Sue? Was his mother going to start whoring him out to the whole neighborhood? As he had that thought, though terrified, the boy had one of the hardest orgasms he'd ever had, right into Sue's sucking throat.

The hot shower and incredibly hard cum had made him light-headed and tired. After the shower, the boy lay in Sue's bed. Sue hopped in next to him and hugged him closely. Even with her huge soft jugs pressed against his chest, Wesley was too tired to get aroused. Holding each other tightly in their arms, the naked lovers drifted off to a deep sleep.

Wesley and Sue Denning lived in a small house in a rural area. Ten years had passed so that Wesley was now 28 and Sue was 46. They had both left the craziness in their lives behind long ago. Run off together and married, Wesley worked at a newspaper and Sue was a housewife. She raised their two young children, and their life was picture-perfect to Wesley. He hadn't spoken to his mother in years. Almost as long since Sue had divorced Roy. They sat at their dining room table, enjoying a nice family dinner and smiling lovingly at each other.

The door burst inwards, and Beryl Denning strutted in. She seemed almost alien, her normal features even more extreme. She ripped off her overcoat to reveal her naked form, strode right over to Wesley, and kicked his chair over so that he fell over and his back was on the floor.

He hadn't seen his mother in so long, but she looked the same. Only instead of being slightly taller than him, she seemed seven feet tall. Instead of having basketball-sized tits, they seemed like comical beachballs. And she was covered, completely drenched, in jizz. She almost looked like a person made of cum, except for her devilish eyes. Completely caught off-guard, Wesley felt helpless as his mother lowered her oozing snatch towards his head. With each moment, her jizz-filled creampie seemed to get bigger and more menacing. Filled with a demented life of its own, the cum-slobbering pussy came closer and closer. As it pressed itself down onto his face, it was about one foot long and completely enveloped the front of his head in its slimy folds. Spooge just flowed forth as if from a garden hose, and the fist-sized clit smacked off Wesley's forehead as he went into shock and started to suffocate. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he decided that he would rather die from lack of air than break his old oath and take cum into his mouth again. Besides, he'd probably just drown instead, there was so much slimy jizz oozing against his nose and mouth. Every second felt like another bucket of spooge splashed against his face. As he began to lose consciousness, he thought he heard his wonderful wife Sue somewhere in the background grunting and moaning.

The eighteen year-old Wesley Denning awoke from his dream-turned-nightmare with a start.

He was in Sue and Roy's bed. Shaking off the dream and remembering the world as it really was, Wesley continued to hear Sue grunting. He even felt himself shaking slightly, and knew that's what woke him up. The boy glanced to his left and looked at her.

The thirty six year-old woman was on her knees in the bed right next to him. Her husband, Roy, was behind her fucking her slowly but forcefully. Sue's face was inches from Wesley's. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was drawn tight in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She had drool running down her cheek.

"MMmmmm, fuck my ass Roy. Pound my little pooper. You know I love that big cock in my butthole. Keep feeding me baby, feed my butt." Her voice was hoarse and tired, but full of grit.

Roy only started fucking her faster. Wesley could tell at this point Roy just wanted to cum. The boy didn't know what time it was, but the sun was beginning to light the outside world through the windows. Roy pulled his big cock out of Sue's ass with an audible 'plop' and pushed Sue off the bed and onto the floor. She immediately assumed a position on her knees, sitting on her folded feet and looking up at Roy with her big lips wide open. For the first time Wesley noticed how hairy Roy was. The man stood in front of Sue and buried his slimy meatpole forcefully into the depths of her throat. He reached his muscular arms around her head and grasped most of her hair in his big fists. Roy then fucked the woman's face for all he was worth. His large hairy belly slapped hard into her face with each stroke, and she never stopped coughing and choking on all the cock and sperm that was raping her throat. She seemed about to vomit or pass out at any moment, but didn't.

Roy calmly pounded his wife's face and ignored her gagging like he did it every day. He looked over at Wesley and noticed the boy was awake and watching him ravage Sue's mouth. Roy smirked.

"Hey there son. You want a piece of her again today? Too bad you're all out of cash." Roy just continued to take her mouth, his hairy balls slapping into her slimy chin.

Now aware that Wesley was awake, Sue attempted to stop sucking Roy off and push him away. Roy grabbed her hands and held them up over her head, not even slowing his pace of plowing his slobbery cock into her head. With her arms in the air, Wesley thought Sue's big tits looked spectacular.

"Now why would you be trying to stop your wifely duties just because the boy is awake slut?" Roy asked. "Ahh, I see you aren't struggling too much. As always." He chuckled and grunted with pleasure.

For a few minutes, Wesley just stared at them. He wasn't sure whether he should feel angry at her being mistreated, aroused at the graphic display, or humiliated that his girlfriend as being fucked right in front of him. He kind of just felt numb. The boy continued to just observe as Roy pulled out his big face-fucker and slapped Sue on her face with it. She just opened her mouth and whimpered, begging for more cock to gag on. It was then that Wesley truly resolved to get her out of this marriage and house, for both their sakes. The boy's shock or numbness started to wear off and be replaced by his now somewhat common disgust.

In his big left fist Roy tightly grasped Sue's hair to hold her head in place. His right fist was a blur, pounding his cock right towards Sue's face. Within moments, he grunted loudly and cum squirted from his bucking fuck organ across Sue's face. It arced over her nose, into her eyes, down both cheeks, and onto her creamy and quivering tits. When he finished wiping his slimy schlong off in her hair, Roy pulled her to her feet by her hair and threw Sue over the bed towards Wesley. The boy cringed backwards, and only her cum-gobbed hair slapped over his chest. He barely avoided the worst of the messy whore with a quick dodge, though he couldn't help but appreciate her oversized spongy tits slapping together as she moved (even cum-covered as they were).

"Here you go, boy. Take the slut for free for a while." His reason for being in the room completed, Roy left to get more sleep.

Sue groaned, climbed up completely into the bed, curled up facing away from Wesley, and went back to sleep. Wesley was surprised to discover his own dick was hard. He moved to spoon Sue from behind but stopped himself short as he glimpsed another load of spunk across her back above her ass. He sighed and got out of bed. It's about time to begin the day anyway, Wesley thought as he got dressed. Today's the day. Saturday. Today the boy would find out if his life was going to become unbearable, depending on how sadistic his uncontrollable mother really was.

Chapter Eight

The boy arrived to the large house he and his mother shared right around noon. His mother welcomed him home with a motherly smile and a hug. She said that she had missed him last night, and was making him a sandwich for lunch. The boy took a seat at the table. He thought she smelled good, felt soft in his arms, and sounded so sweet and loving. This was his mother, the comforting security he had always had. Until a week ago. Almost as if she could read his mind, his mother interrupted his thoughts.

"Wesley, honey, I love you. Whatever else you think or happens, you must never forget that. Do you know that, baby?"

He hesitantly replied with a meek, "yes momma, I know."

"Good baby. Listen, I want to have a talk with you." She pushed the sandwich in front of him. "I just have things that I need. Think of me as spoiled if you want. Your daddy sure did spoil me. And I get what I want, from everybody I want something from. It's just part of who I am. You love your mom, don't you Wes?"

"Yes, definitely," he responded immediately. He thought it was wisest to not interrupt her too much and keep his responses brief. He nodded solemnly at her and continued eating his sandwich. The boy was relieved that his sandwich didn't taste like it was full of sperm.

"I know you love me. You will always love me. And just because your mom has weird needs, that only means you want to keep your momma happy and accommodate those needs, right? I mean honey, I don't want to be too demanding. I thought about it all night last night, and I like your proposal. I still want to be your mom that loves you and takes care of you. One night a week of you taking care of my needs sounds like it will work for both of us."

Wesley began to get so excited at the prospect of his demented mother taking it easy on him that he could barely contain himself.

"But Wes baby, I refuse to fight with you. My needs are simple. You do what I want. I don't want to ever have to have it get ugly. I don't want to physically force you, blackmail you, argue with you, even tell you twice. I want you to enjoy obeying me, or at least act like you do. And I want some qualify effort on your part. So, if you can absolutely make me feel amazing, and behave as though you love every minute of it --and I mean a stellar performance- then we can do things your way. Once a week, every Saturday, I get my way with you. The rest of the week, we'll be our ..normal selves."

She finished speaking as the boy finished eating his sandwich. They just looked at each other, mother and son. A few moments passed, and Wesley felt like everything just might be all right. He started to believe again that she did care about him. He started to actually look forward to pleasing her.

"Son, my precious son.. Do you want to see momma's big tits?"

He was floored. The boy nodded so violently that he got a little dizzy. He realized he was breathing heavily. Right across the table from him, his stacked mother lifted her arms and slowly pulled her dark grey sweatshirt over her head. As the bottoms of her soccer-ball sized giant breasts came into view, he was briefly disappointed to see the special-made black bra holding them in place (and covering his view). The titflesh above the bra was just as creamy and tasty-looking as he remembered. He had never seen more tremendous or suckable tits in his life, even online. As she finished getting the shirt off, his mother threw it on the floor and stood up. All she was wearing now was her oversized black bra and a loose-fitting black skirt that went down past her knees. Somewhat conservative, as always. She stood looking at her son, then smiled. She knew that he wanted her. The disgusting things he had done in the last week had prompted him to finally overcome any guilt or aversion he had to the idea of fucking his own mother. He was hers.

"All right Wesley, time to start listening to your mother. Stand up and get naked."

The boy couldn't comply quickly enough, within seconds he was on his feet and his clothes were on a pile on the kitchen floor next to him. He stood straight, his dick aiming firmly towards his mother. He was rock hard with the idea of getting to pound her pussy. He couldn't wait to see under that long skirt. His mother must have seen him staring at her crotch and licking his lips slowly, because she giggled.

"I forget you're new to being a submissive. Silly boy. Get on your knees." She smiled fondly at her son as he complied and his knees hit the cold kitchen floor. She approached him slowly, speaking as she walked. The boy openly oogled her huge quivering tits.

"See, I can be nice to you. As long as I don't have to tell you twice. This can be fun, if you pay attention. Wesley, this afternoon we are going to play a game. You are going to please me with your mouth, for hours, until I am satisfied. At some point during that time, I'll entertain a visitor or two. You'll keep pleasing me with your mouth, from under the table."

"But mom, they'll see me," the boy objected. They both looked at their thin wooden table.

"Nonsense, baby. There's a tablecloth in the hall closet. Go get it and put it on the table." He began to get up from the cold tiles. She shook her head. "No Wesley, stay on your knees around momma." She noted his frown, though he obeyed and crawled from the kitchen. She watched his skinny pale ass as he left on hands and knees, and she licked her full lips. She was turned on and getting ready to ravage her little son.

Although he was out of the room, she knew he could hear her so she continued talking to him and cooing him. "Wes, you should understand what this is all about. The only thing that turns me on more than people obeying me is humiliation. It's not about you being on your knees, or licking someone's balls, or eating cock cream by the gallon. It's about the humiliation. If you were gay, our activities would be completely different. So when you think 'why is she making me do this the hard way?' the answer is because it's the hard way."

By then he had returned to the kitchen with the big tablecloth and was making his way back across the floor. When he was close to her, the boy looked at her with the big innocent eyes that she loved. He asked her, "so it turns you on a lot just to see me on my knees?"

In response, she spread her legs a little bit and nodded down towards the tile floor beneath her long skirt. The boy looked. Between his mother's small bare feet he saw a little shiny spot on the tile. Looking closer, he saw a thin strand rising from the shining puddle on the floor. The clear liquid strand rose up out of sight under her long skirt. His mother was literally dripping her wetness onto the kitchen floor. Right in front of him. She was literally so turned in she was leaking her girl-cum onto the floor. And he was on his knees, just a couple feet away.

He looked up at his mother. Standing side-by-side she was a few inches taller than him. She was even built a little bigger than him, though all her flesh was in the perfect places. But just then, she towered over him. As he looked up, the bottom half of her face was obscured by her jutting giant tits. The proud oversized nipples stood out like small cocks. Her hands were on her hips as she looked down at him, and he read both confident ownership and approving love in her gaze. He was fulfilling his role well, he knew. They locked eyes and for a moment he understood, and all he wanted to do was please her. He knew what she was silently ordering, and he wanted nothing more. He moved his teenage face against the cold kitchen tile floor and pressed his lips over the silver-dollar sized puddle of sticky clear fluid. Wesley slurped the stuff up into his mouth until he couldn't get more, then ran his tongue over the surface of the floor to clean up the rest. It tasted familiar somehow, and strong. It didn't taste like Sue at all, or even feel like Sue's cum as it ran down his throat. The boy was distracted by the feeling of more of his mother's cum leaking down onto the back of his head in a new steady stream. He knew instinctively that he should keep his face pressed against that floor until told otherwise. The stream of pre-cum continued to drip into his hair and down the back of his neck, as he bowed unmoving before his mother. It was only then that he noticed his own hard cock uncomfortably pressing into the floor.

His mother reached down and took the tablecloth. Without a word, she walked away from him and put it over the kitchen table. The boy kept his lips pressed against the slimy remnants of the floor-puddle.

"There we go my son. How do you think that will work?"

The boy looked at the table and immediately noted that the sides of the tablecloth, while they hung pretty low to the ground, were high enough that if he moved around very much under the table his mother's mysterious company would see him. He did not want anyone to know he was a sex-slave for his own mom, so he knew he would have to be very careful. He also knew better than to complain.

"Perfect, I can't wait to please you with my mouth."

"Little Wes, you're so good at this. All you had to realize is that you want to please me. Now it's easy, isn't it? It's coming natural to you. Are you ready to please me?"

"I cannot wait, mother." He smiled up at her.

The boy's voluptuous mother stood in her kitchen, looking down at her teenaged son on his knees before her. After the week she had put him through, he would do whatever she required. At this point, she knew he would comply mostly out of simple fear of what she would do if he didn't obey. But there was a growing part of him that just wanted to comply, wanted to please her and make her happy no matter what. She tweaked her massive nipples and rubbed her own tits softly as he looked up at her. He looked so innocent, just waiting to be told what to do. He was ready.

She reached down and slowly lifted her long skirt up to her waist. She watched as her son's eyes excitedly followed her rapidly revealed legs up and up. Her skirt now past her knees, she studied his face carefully, full of anticipation. She was so hot, waiting for this.

Wesley was rock hard. He looked up, trying to see just a bit farther, every moment that skirt raised. What turned him on the most was the thick steady stream of fluid falling from between her thighs. He couldn't wait to see a pussy that wet, to dive in face first. The skirt rose, and she collected it with her left hand, holding it up. Soon she pulled it high enough for him to see her. He gasped.

A pink ribbon, tied with a cute little pink bow, held the biggest pulsing cock he had ever seen against his mother's left thigh. The giant throbbing prick seemed as long as his own forearm. It pulsed as it slowly vomited forth a string of pre-cum as thick as his pinky down to the floor. His mother reached down with her right hand and untied the ribbon, letting it fall to the floor. Spasming upwards, the enormous shaft pointed its slimy spongy crown straight at the boy's amazed face. Only inches away, the boy felt as though he would pass out. He was sweating, and his mind was frozen. The pre-cum river continued to fall straight down from the bucking meat pole, and the boy's shocked face only seemed to excite her more as a surge in fluid fell out of the tip of the bulging monster. Due to the angle, her pre-cum began to fall right on top of the boy's own much smaller hard dick, quickly covering it in her own sperm.

Wesley's mind ran frantically, trying to understand how his mother could have a cock. He went even deeper into his semi-swoon as he considered everything that had happened over the last week.

His mother had been fucking the black man in the mouth when he first opened her door, sixty-nining him. She is the one that came on Wesley's own face the next morning, and took a picture of herself doing so. Her tremendous cock was the source of all the cum he had been forced to eat. He had walked in on his mother fucking Tim's throat on his couch, and fucking his friend Becky. Sue's stretched out and extremely sore cum-filled pussy was also due to this monstrous schlong.

The boy knew he was dreaming. No, this was a nightmare. How could his conservative mother who had been sweet and loving his entire life suddenly be a sex-maniac with a huge cock that demanded he be her sex-slave? His mother reached down with her small right hand and grasped the shaft (her fingers only went 3/4 the way around it). The bloated and drooling head slowly advanced forward like a great swimming whale, and pressed its puffy crown against the boy's open and shocked lips, the spongy cock-head belching forth sperm all along. As it made contact with the boy's face, his eyes rolled up into his head and the boy passed out.

Beryl Denning couldn't be more turned on. Her eighteen year old son had actually passed out at the sight of her massive cock. She pulled the skirt up to her smirking mouth and held it up by biting the cloth softly. This freed up both of her diminutive hands to stroke her aching cock shaft. It only made her more aroused to continue jacking off and leaking onto her unconscious son's face. She spread her legs and looked down at her little slave in triumph, kneading the cockflesh between her little fingers.

A few moments later, Wesley awoke from his brief collapse. Feeling queasy, he sat up to steady his lurching stomach. As he sat up, his mother dropped her cock and lowered her skirt again. The ominous tent, however, remained as blatant and scary as a tiger beneath a bedsheet.

"Mom..? How can.. I don't understand." The boy was just coming back to his senses.

"Oh honey, stand up, come here and give momma a hug. Come now, get off that floor." He stood and she put her arms around him, softly enveloping her son in a loving hug. She kissed his cheek gently as she whispered down into his ear, "it's okay baby, momma loves you."

Wesley knew this was his mother, it was no imposter. He had a difficult time ignoring the heavy cock pressing against his own lower stomach, though he did relish the love she was showering on him. He felt safe, in a way. And he began to be distracted by the melon-sized breasts also pressed against him. The great nipples, seeming almost as long as his own thumbs, stuck into his chest hard. Whatever was happening, he knew his mother was turned on.

"How can you have a cock, mom?" he asked, hesitantly.

"Little Wesley, that doesn't really matter, does it? I'm still your mom, aren't I?"

"Yes, of course."

"And you still want to please me, don't you, my little baby?"

"Ummm." He didn't know what to say, or what he thought. His mind seemed slower than sluggish.

"It's all right honey. Suck on momma's titty, we both like that, don't we?" She guided his head down to the huge tit and stuffed her engorged nipple into his lifeless mouth. He gingerly began sucking her. He closed his eyes, obviously trying to calm down and forget everything that was happening. But he didn't stop sucking. She let him continue like that as minutes passed, then urged him on.

"Keep sucking that nipple, son. Pull my skirt up, all the way."

His face winced, but he reached down and gathered up the skirt into his hands. Without much difficulty, he pulled the cloth up to his neck. With it he pulled up her cock, which when released from the skirt slapped back down loudly into his belly. The shaft was as hot as fire, and astonishingly pressed against him from his belly-button to his own nipple. His mother pulled him in a tight embrace, his face smothered against her huge breasts and her disturbingly long nipple tickling his tonsils. The steaming hot cockshaft pressed against the boy's abdomen, and he felt his mother's large almost-hairless balls press around and encompass his own much smaller dick. He kept his eyes closed and slurped on her nipple, trying hard to forget the hot monstrous cock leaking on his own nipple.

She looked down at her son, enjoying the spectacle. She knew the boy was afraid, but she also knew she had him scared shitless. He would give her amazing head today. He would do it eagerly, because he didn't want to be her fucktoy every day of the week. He would beg her to only use him on Saturdays, and she just might honor his request. If he swallowed enough loads today she might not even blow out his little butthole. Looking down at his face, scrunched up with worry and almost choking just on her nipple, she smirked to herself. She let her son continue for a while so he could get a little more comfortable.

After a few minutes, Wesley was playfully going back and forth between both of her nipples, swirling his long tongue around each one. He seemed to be a little more relaxed. She instructed him further, "Son, I want you to keep sucking those titties. Reach down with both hands and grab momma's cock." He whimpered, and she only got harder.

Slowly, the boy's hands lifted and he touched the warm flesh midway up the shaft. Gently his fingers closed around the meat from both sides. Neither hand could close around the cock alone, but both hands together were able to somewhat entwine their fingers. It was obvious the boy wanted to disconnect himself from what he was doing, and consciously act only as if his mother was like any other woman. That, however, took all the fun out of it for her. She wanted him to squirm a little.

"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Squeeze momma's cock baby. That's it. Feel it pulse?" She made her cock twitch in his hands. He shuddered in response. She reached down and grabbed his average-sized dick. Clearly the boy was conflicted, but his face buried in those huge tits was keeping his dick rock-hard. His mother stroked him, quickly and expertly. After a few moments, Wesley was bucking, about to cum. His mother stopped completely and removed her hand, just as he was about to spray his load onto her balls.

"Get on your knees, my precious son. You've got some cock to choke on, don't you?"

The boy was still shaking from nearly having an orgasm, and didn't register what she said immediately. Finally, her words sunk in. He sighed and removed his mouth from her nipples and his hands from her hot meat. He knew she was done being nice and letting him play with her big titties. Wesley opened his eyes and looked into his mother's sharp green eyes. Her motherly smile transformed her face into the picture of sweetness. His eyes locked on hers, the boy descended to his knees. His face narrowly dodged her cock on his way down. He sat on his feet and looked up at her, finally seeing nothing but a very large cock leaking precum steadily, and equally giant tits in the background on either side. A thick vein pulsed along the bottom of the shaft. His thoughts trailed off as he confronted the huge, aching length of dick. Wesley realized he was breathing very hard, and that the pounding of his own heart seemed to match the bucking of his mother's oversized schlong.

He felt as if he'd lost all control of himself, as if he were dreaming. He couldn't believe that he was going to shove his own mother's cock down his throat and swallow her spewing cum. Wesley knew what she was waiting for. The boy wrapped his fingers tightly around the throbbing cock, sliding his fists to the root. He stared intensely at the rosy, puffy cock knob for several seconds, seeing how the whole fat crown glistened with sticky spunk. The disturbed son lowered his head, pressing his lips to her piss hole. Full of shame, he thrust out his long tongue, licking the slimy cock juice from the tingling tip of her cock.

This author hasn't yet continued the story, if he does, I'll post it!

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