Mom and the Police Officer - Part 3

[Freight_Train]

WARNING

THIS IS GRAPHIC MATERIAL MEANT FOR AGES 18 AND ABOVE. CONTAINS FETISHES: STRIP SEARCH, BLACKMAIL, INCEST, NON-CON, FORCED TO STRIP, FORCED EXHIBITIONISM, HUMILIATION, EMBARRASSMENT, ABUSE OF AUTHORITY. ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Ch.1

Bill

When the bitch's son messaged me, I wasn't surprised. It was a long time coming. I saw the way he looked at her during that morning weeks ago. And I saw the way he continued to look at her when Paul delighted in opening that door to our little private screening room. When he took the bait during the mall shopping extravaganza, well, that was no surprise either. So, of course, the morning Parker messaged me on this fine Tuesday, I had a response at the ready.

It was time to hand Melissa off, for now. I had fucked her more times than most. This last Friday when she came to me from the high school is when I first felt the threat of boredom. I took her mouth, I've taken her ass, her pussy I can see at night in crystal clarity. Her submission was a chore now and she was so detached from my own pleasures that I had found it hard to feel them either. Like I said, time to hand her off.

This was Parker's message:

"I know I'm in no position to ask favors, but I've helped you when you needed it. You know, and now I can't get enough. Mom dresses every day to work in the outfits that I'm sure you see, that I see, but I don't get to see more than that like you do. And I don't get to do more than see, like you do. Can you help me? What should I do? Tell me what to do and I'll do it."

He really was a wuss, wasn't he? Like a beggar he asks me for a favor. What can I say, I'm generous with my woman and I admit the thought of a son wanting his own mom, Melissa, the mother I control for all intents and purposes, well, it turns me on. Gets me hard. So, I responded with kindness.

"In your locker, there will be a phone. Text your mom from that phone and she will think it's from me. Till we meet again."

Paul was pissed when he came back from his vacation and found Melissa gone. I told him to calm down, there will be future opportunities. She's not gone, she's just in another cock's hands. And we'll see her again, this I said to comfort him but I knew there was truth in it too. She won't be gone forever.

Parker

My guilt subsided quickly, replaced by an insatiable hunger. There would be days when mom would go to work dressed in a knit cotton black dress that hugged her curves. Underneath it was obvious she was braless. Her nipples would harden in the cold classroom air. Despite her outfit, she was careful enough to make her actions as modest and as prude as possible. Most of her class she sat behind her desk now, blocking our view. She may as well have been wearing jeans and a winter coat.

Those days I would go home and jack off to the video, the video that I've clicked on more times than I could count. The video that showed my mother frisked, groped, strip searched and fucked. I fantasized daily of being that police officer, getting to use my mom in the ways I know he was. I had guessed at this point, after the shopping mall incident, that those late nights at work weren't really at work.

For a short while, the relationship between mom and I was normal. I put on a good show in front of her, comforted her, pretended like I was there for her. But a couple days after the mall trip, and after that night's guilt died, I realized I could get away with more. What was she going to do?

It started when she came home late at night, dad was in the TV room, and I was in the kitchen. She asked me how my day was with as much normalcy as she could muster, but I noticed that it had been a rough evening. Her hair was disheveled and I could see dried tears on her blushed cheeks. I asked her, "are you okay, mom?" as I got up to give her a hug.

She hugged me back, pressing her tits against my chest. It was an almost an accident when I let my hand wander down from her back and onto the curve of her ass. She flinched and started to pull away from our embrace. But I felt a twang of submission in her movements, like she wasn't certain if she was allowed to pull away. So I didn't let her. I held her to me and groped her ass, squeezing each cheek with both hands now.

"Parker, WHAT are you doing? Stop it right now," she said in that motherly tone of hers as she tried to break our embrace. I didn't stop. And I didn't say anything back. I just held her tight and worked my hands around her soft ass, letting my fingers tease her crack. She was wearing a soft cotton skirt. I thought of pulling it up, but decided that would be too much too fast.

"No," I said with a quiet power.

"Parker, stop it right now, or... Or I will call your father," she continued.

"No you won't. You will stay right here and you won't say a thing."

"Parker, what's wrong with you. I... I will..." she said meekly. I could feel her submission. Her body relaxed its fight as I held her to me.

"Goodnight mom" I said with a smile as I let go of her. Her face was downcast and she looked like she was about to cry again. But this time my guilt was gone and I admit in myself I felt a certain pride. I kept my smile, turned away, and slapped her ass. She jumped and let in a sharp inhale.

The next morning my mom came into my room as I was getting ready for school.

"Parker, sit down. We need to talk about last night," she said with assurance. I could tell that submissive state I caught in her the evening before was gone and she was my mom again and she was in control. I sat down, my eyes on the floor.

"Don't you EVER try to pull a stunt like that again. You hear me? I didn't tell your father, but believe me I will. Look at me, Parker"

I was shacking with nerves. I tried to look in her eyes, but I couldn't. Hell, I was scared.

"I'm sorry mom, I feel so..."

"I don't care what you feel. I didn't raise you to treat women like that. You do that again and your father and I will make it a certainty that you do not leave this room for the rest of the year. I will homeschool you myself if I have to. Do you understand?"

I sniffled in a tear.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes, mom, I'm so..."

She caught me off with a slam of my bedroom door as she walked out. Her car fired up not a short moment later and she was gone to work, still wearing one of the outfits I encouraged her to buy.

I had to do something and do something fast. So I contacted Bill. He replied quicker than I expected with an idea that seemed foolproof enough. In my school locker I would find the phone that he was using to contact mom. With that phone, I could pretend to be him. She listened to Bill, this I knew well, and so she would have to listen to me. Sure enough, after lunch, I found the phone.

That evening mom came home early from school. She told dad over dinner that all those late evenings at work were done and she finally had a break from her responsibilities. Bill must have let her go. As for me, well, she didn't look at me once.

At night, when I knew she expected me to be fast asleep, I took out the phone that Bill gave me. Time for a test. I texted her, "Tomorrow, wear that black sweater dress and a pair of red lace panties." I heard her phone buzz from her bedroom. Her reply was immediate.

"I thought I don't have to come in tomorrow?"

What would Bill say? I thought back to the video, thought back to the strip search incident so long ago now, and responded with "Don't you ever talk back to me bitch. Say 'yes, sir.'"

A "yes, sir," lit up my phone. I felt on top of the world and my sleep was ridden with anxious desire.

The next morning I walked downstairs to a sight that made me grin like the grinch. Mom was wearing the black sweater dress. Her face was turned away, busying herself with dishes. I said a good morning drenched with pleasantry and kindness. She ignored me but it was no matter -- my head was busy scheming.

During class, mom was instructing us as always behind her desk. I needed to change that.

"From now on, sit on your desk instead of behind it," I texted her discreetly, my hand buried in my pockets, my thumb fingering the message on the old keypad Nokia.

"Excuse me for one second," mom told the class as her eyes looked down towards her lap. Then her face darted up. She scanned the classroom, let out a huff, and then continued lecturing from her textbook. She hadn't moved. I gently glanced down at Bill's phone.

"yes, sir" it said. THAT BITCH. She was lying to my face. I quickly texted back, my eyes staring into my mom's downcast face as she read from the book.

"Lie to me again and we'll restart our little evening chats. Now sit on your fucking desk and don't you dare think of crossing those pretty legs of yours."

"Continue on your own from page 73," mom told us with marked nervousness as she again looked down towards her lap. Her eyes widened and I saw fear spread across her face with an embarrassed blush. A submissive sigh fell from her lips. She got up from her chair, walked towards the front of her desk and asked us,

"Does anyone have any questions?" as she lifted herself onto the desk. Her legs dangled over the edge. Her knees pressed together firmly, but not crossed. Her black dress had ridden up onto the tops of her thighs. Between them, I saw a small triangle of red lace.

To my right sat my friend Carl. He turned to me and whispered, "are you seeing this right now?"

"Be quiet dude, you'll get us in trouble," I said before raising my hand.

"Question, Parker?" asked mom.

"How could Jefferson own slaves while simultaneously preach for freedom? Isn't that a bit hypocritical?" I asked with a smirk as my hand texted her another message.

"Well..." mom started to say before the phone on her desk lit up with a new text. She looked down and continued talking to us about Jefferson. Slowly her knees relaxed open, her legs falling more to the sides. We could see right up her dress now. The edges of her red lace panties clearly visible. For those in the front row, they could probably make out her groomed pubic hair as it pushed through the semi-transparent lace. Mom's face was flushed red as she saw her boy students drool over the sight.

"Fuck, I must be dreaming," whispered Carl again.

The bell rang and class was dismissed. She quickly hopped off the desk and pulled her dress back down.

"What the hell was that?" asked Carl as we walked out from class.

"Maybe she wanted some attention" I tried to reply innocently.

"Attention? Don't be slow. You saw her face, she didn't want to be doing that dude. Someone is forcing your mom."

"Forcing?"

"Yes, forcing Parker. Blackmail maybe? I don't know. But she wasn't comfortable up there with her legs open like that. Fuck, I thought she might burst into tears any moment."

"Maybe we shouldn't be talking about this?" I said hesitantly as I glanced around the hallway to see who may have overheard.

Carl grabbed my shoulder and looked into my eyes, "wait -- what are you not telling me? Do you know something?"

"No, no of course not...."

"Yes you do! You know something."

"Cut it out, Carl, I don't know shit... But... enjoy the show tomorrow," I said with a smirk as I brushed his hand off my shoulder and left him there, bug-eyed.

The remaining school day was uneventful except for the bombardment of texts from Carl, all of which I left unread.

At home, I became nervous. Did mom know it was me? How else would "Bill" be aware that she wasn't following his orders? She must know. Or at least she must be suspicious. And if she was -- what can I do? Would she confront me? Should I confront her? My mind was a wreck when I heard our garage door open.

"Mom?" I shouted out as she entered the house. No response.

"Mom?" I asked again.

"Leave me alone, Parker" she yelled back, her footsteps echoing as she rushed upstairs. The bedroom door slammed shut.

"Fuck," I whispered to myself.

You know, it's funny looking back now and thinking of how much power you give your parents. It's all so arbitrary. With hindsight, I had no reason to be worried then, no reason to fear my mom at all. The situation was with entirely in my hands. But I remember so well how scared I was when I decided to play hardball and text her from Bill's phone.

"Because you didn't obey me immediately, tomorrow you will wear that flared black skirt and a white button up blouse. You will not wear a bra and you will not wear panties. As soon as class starts, sit on your desk just like today."

Slow minutes past without a response. And then, I read a "yes, sir" with a smile.

About an hour later and my dad arrived home. We made pleasant chit-chat from the kitchen as mom walked back down still wearing that sweater dress. She busied herself with dinner and dad went into the TV room to watch the news. I felt like having some fun.

Mom was bending over to put some potatoes in the oven, her dress had ridden up so that I could see the top of her milky white thighs. I snuck up behind her and gave her a hard spank over her dress.

"Hey!" she said, turning to me.

"Parker -- what do think you're doing?" I ignored her question with a grin.

"Really enjoyed the show today, mom"

"That wasn't..."

"Are you still wearing them?" I asked as my hands lifted up the front of her dress.

"Parker, stop it right now!" she said firmly, trying to pull her dress back down.

Here it is, time to show my trump card.

"Let go of your dress or I'll tell Bill," I whispered. Mom's eyes widened.

"You know, Bill..." she said as her hands relaxed and I took in the view of those same red lace panties.

"Yes," I casually replied.

"Wait, Parker, have you been..." she mumbled, her eyes widening even further, her face showing the shock of her predicament, realization spreading across it like a windblown fire.

"Yes," I said again.

"No, Parker, but you can't... You don't understand..." Her head was hanging down now and her eyes were wet with nascent tears. I moved my hands up her waist and groped her soft tits over her dress, her unpadded bra offering little resistance.

"I understand everything," I said with confidence.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked with a gentle sniffle.

Ignoring her, I replied "Dinner smells delicious," as I pinched her hardening nipple, "when will it be ready?"

I felt her body quiver under my hands. A delicate tear ran down her cheeks. Mom stood there like a deer in the headlights as my hands groped her body.

"Mom, when will dinner be ready?" I asked again.

"Half an hour," she whispered.

"Sounds good," I said as I made for a quick grab of her snatch before leaving the kitchen.

Our dinner was quiet and uneventful. Later that evening, when I was in my room planning my next move, there came a knock on my door.

"Parker?" mom asked with a certain confidence I didn't care for.

"Come in," I said.

"We need to talk," she said as she walked towards my desk and sat on the bed nearby.

"Your recent behavior is not acceptable. You know more than you should, but you don't know everything. If you did, you wouldn't be acting like a spoiled brat. That's not how I raised you."

"Mom, you are in no position..." I tried to reply before she interrupted me again.

"Parker, shush. The situation with Bill... It's fucked up . But the only reason it's fucked up is because he threatened me with you. He told me he would frame you, put you in jail, ruin your chance at college. I couldn't let that happen. I did what any mother would -- you understand? But now..."

Her words struck me like a fish hook in the throat.

"I see this is news to you. Good. It means your behavior, it stops immediately. Understand? You try to pull one of your pseudo-macho dominant bullshit on me again and I have no reason but to send you off to some boarding school far away -- your future be damned. As of right now your father knows nothing of any of this and I'm sure you would agree with me on this that is in both of our interests to keep it that way. Yes?"

I nodded, my eyes downcast.

"Mom, I'm so..."

"I don't want to hear it."

And with that she left the room. Various phrases of fuckery running through my mind as I flung myself into a useless sleep.

Ch.2

Parker

When I woke up, my next move was obvious. It was early in the morning still, dad was asleep and the sound of coffee brewing emanated from downstairs. I met mom in the kitchen. She was wearing slacks and a sweater.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.

Mom turned around and replied, "Excuse me?"

"That's not your outfit for today and you know it."

"Parker, we talked about this," she said with an uncaring sigh.

"You think I give a fuck about that? Here's what's going to happen. If you don't go upstairs right now and change into appropriate attire, I contact Bill. He'll restart your little visits. He'll frame dad. He'll find a way to bring Madeline [that's my undergrad sister] into this. I will be fine. Your life will be over. Dad's life will be over. And Madeline's life will be over."

I watched my words take their hold. She stopped herself from speaking, her mouth slightly open in hesitation. Finally, she spoke, "Parker, but..."

"The only words I want to hear are 'yes, sir'"

She hesitated again before mumbling, "yes, sir."

"What was that?"

"Yes, sir" mom repeated.

"Good, now go get changed. You're going to take me to school today."

As we drove to school, mom didn't say a word. Her flared black skirt was riding up her white thighs. I leaned over and squeezed them, letting my hand massage up from her knees all the way to her waist and back down. She sniffled in a tear when my fingers grazed her pantyless mound. Her pubic hair felt soft and inviting against my palm. Her clit stiffened in the cold air, but her slit was dry and I stopped my little foreplay there.

"Pull over," I said.

"Why?"

"Just pull over."

She stopped the car in an empty parking lot. I unbuckled my pants. She looked at me with fear.

"I need some relief," I told her smiling.

"Parker, this isn't right..."

"Do I look like I give a fuck? Unbuckle your fucking seatbelt and go down on me."

She froze.

"Mom!" I shouted.

Slowly she bent over and down towards my lap. My cock was hard and I almost came right then and there when her soft red lips touched the head of my penis. Her tongue tenderly licked up and down my shaft. I let mom go on like this for some time, before, without warning, grabbing the back of her head and shoving her down.

"Mmph" she groaned as I felt the back of her closed throat press up against the end of my cock. I fucked her mouth over and over again, my hands grabbing her hair and forcing her head up and down, up and down.

"Damn your mouth feels nice, mom"

I let go of her hair and told her to keep going. She bobbed her mouth on my cock, taking it about half in. Her tongue lapping my shaft on each stroke.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," I whispered as I pushed her head down, my dick pulsating as it ejaculated into her throat. She gagged, my cock like a drain plug on her mouth, forcing her to swallow. Saliva and jizz oozed from her lips as I let her go and she lifted her mouth from my dick, wiping her face with the back of her palm and gasping for a breath.

"Ah, I feel much better. Okay, let's get to school," I said with bubbly cheer. Mom didn't bother to reply as she drove off.



Later that day, Carl interrupted me between classes.

"Who blew you to get you so happy?" he asked.

"What?" I said with shock.

"Just a joke, dude... You have a grin on your face like it was painted on by a fuckin' sharpie."

"Oh, nothing..."

"Nothing? What's been going on with you?"

Fuck it, I said to myself. May as well invite him along for the ride.

"What are you doing after school today?" I asked.

"No plans -- why you want to play some CS?"

"Nah, just look, why don't you hop a ride with mom and I on the way back home?"

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Believe me you do. You'll get a taste of what I mean in history class."

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?"

I left him there dumbfounded with a stupid smirk plastered on my face.

"We'll begin with a quiz," mom said as she handed each room a pile of papers to pass back. I decided to sit in the front row today. Carl was behind me. When mom handed me the papers and I looked into her eyes, she diverted her gaze away.

I wondered if she stayed commando like she was supposed to. Though her skirt was opaque, the fluorescent lights of the classroom illuminated her white blouse into semi-transparency. When her body was turned just right, I could make out her hard nipples, the shape of her braless breasts, and even a little shadow of areola beneath her white blouse.

As we all took the quiz, mom took a seat behind her desk. I glanced up and caught her attention. My hands gestured towards the front of her desk. She got up from her seat, walked slowly towards the front of her desk, her eyes looking towards the back of class, and hoisted herself up.

Her skirt immediately rose, her knees remained lightly separated, and I received an easy view of her pubic mound, the fine black hairs forming a softly edged triangle above her slit. Her head was tilted up slightly, like she was looking far away at some distant object in the sky.

I nudged Carl's desk behind me. He looked up from his quiz and I let him follow my eyes towards mom. Watching his face was a real pleasure. His mouth sagged open, his eyebrows rose, and he fumbled for his phone. I smiled when I saw him bring it up and snap a few pictures. Mom glanced at us, her legs almost closing shut when she noticed Carl's phone, but I stared into her eyes and, besides a growing frown, she remained motionless.

After a short while, the class started finishing the quiz. A couple students put their pencils down and walked up to mom's desk to hand in their paper. I watched a boy pause in his tracks when he saw the view mom was affording them. His walk slowed to a crawl. Surprisingly, not one girl mentioned to mom that they could see up her skirt. Maybe they were too embarrassed to tell her?

Either way, mom stayed exactly as she was, on her desk, legs spread gently open, with her vulva free to see. I noticed a couple classmates take out their phones as they walked up to her and attempted to get a few quick photos. One even "dropped" his paper at mom's feet before saying "excuse me" as he bent down right in front of the desk, his face within a foot of her snatch.

Meanwhile, mom pretended to grade the quizzes as they were handed in. Her torso twisted slightly to the right and so that she could scan the papers. If you knew where to look, you could make out the side of her boobs between the buttons of her blouse.

The class started murmuring, muffled conversations circled around the room.

"Alright, all quizzes in?" mom asked as she scanned the room. No one spoke up.

"Good, let's move on then," she continued, hopping off her desk and walking towards the whiteboard.

The remainder of history was uneventful save for one incident. Just a couple minutes before the bell rang and when mom was finishing up her lecture about the civil war, she fumbled one of her markers.

When she turned and bent down to pick it up, her skirt rose past her cheeks and we got a split-second flash of her unclad ass, her pussy lips and labia peeking out between her thighs. She must have realized her mistake because she quickly straightened up, muttered something under her breath, and squatted down to pick up the pen instead.

On our way out of class Carl was all over me with questions.

"Are you making her do this shit?!? Dude, she's your mom! Fuck me though that was hot. Never thought I'd see something better than when she got strip searched. But fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck. Are you doing this? Why is she listening to you? Hey! Stop being all coy and answer me!"

"Alright just calm down dude, we can't talk about this here," I said quietly, looking around.

"Then where?"

"Meet me after school. Mom usually finishes up some paperwork before giving me a ride home so just meet me by her car, alright?"

"Alright," Carl said smiling.

I waited for him by mom's car. He waved his way over, his pace somewhere between a walk and a jog. He had his phone out.

"Look what Tim sent me," he said showing me the screen.

On the phone was a photo of mom. She was leaning over a desk, her hands pointing at something on the paper. Her head was tilted down so you couldn't see much of her face. Her white blouse gaped open and there was a clear view of her right braless tit hanging nice and pretty, aerola, nipple and all. The resolution was fantastic and you could even see a couple freckles, goosebumps, and a few blue veins on her milky white breast.

Carl explained to me, "Tim was in Mrs. Morrison's class after us. He asked her some question about the quiz and when she came over to help him, well, he must have had reactions like a cat to pull of this photo so quickly and cleanly. Wish I thought of that."

I chuckled and said, "things are gonna get a lot better than some photo."

"So what the fuck is going on then," Carl replied, putting his phone away.

"Alright, look, I'm not going to tell you the details, okay? I have to keep some secrets. But the result is, my mom is pretty much completely under my control right now. She'd even bark if I want her too."

"Yeah, and how'd you manage that feat of magic huh?" Carl replied sarcastically.

"I'm not joking and I told you, I'm not answering that. Just wait. Mom's going to be here in a couple minutes and I'll prove to you what I'm saying is true."

"Fair enough," said Carl.

A couple minutes later, and we saw mom walking towards us from the school building. She spotted Carl and frowned. Her skirt swayed seductively as she walked, something I'm sure she was trying to prevent. Over one shoulder hung her purse, and on the opposite hand she carried her briefcase. The effect of the weight caused her blouse to drop down her shoulders slightly, offering us a great view of her cleavage.

"Hi Carl, do you need a lift?" she asked out of forced pleasantly as she approached us.

"Yeah, Parker and I have an English project to work on."

"Yeah? What's the project on?" mom asked with suspicion.

"That's the thing, Mrs. Morrison, we have to decide."

"Ah, well okay. Hop in."

"Thanks Mrs. Morrison -- really enjoyed your class today," said Carl grinning.

We were quiet in the car. Carl kept looking at me. I gestured for him to wait, but he was evidently quite anxious. About half way home I interrupted mom.

"Alright, here is good. You can pull over."

"Pull over? But Carl..." mom whispered.

"Carl's fine, pull over here."

As we pulled into an empty parking lot, I started to unbuckle my pants. Mom noticed and so did Carl, who remained quiet.

"Parker, I can't do this right now... Not in front of one of my..."

"This isn't a suggestion. You know what will happen if you don't." Mom stayed silent and motionless.

"Here Carl, let me show you something," I said as I leaned over the center console. Mom flinched away but didn't resist me anymore than that. I grabbed the side of her button up blouse and pulled it off her shoulder and down her arm. Carl's eyes went wide as he got a clear and close view of mom's tit. Mom was looking outside the passenger window, her face a blank.

"You can feel them if you want," I told Carl and I took one of her tits in my own hand and lifted it up and down, letting them bounce around.

"Uhm... I..." he mumbled back.

"Seriously, here go ahead," I said smilingly, twirling mom's nipple between my fingers.

Carl reached out and groped mom's breast with his right hand. Mom sniffled in a tear. I'm sure he knew she was doing this unwillingly, but after the first touch Carl must have pushed away that guilty feeling because he was quickly all over her.

"You have great tits, Mrs. Morrison," he said as he had both hands on mom's tits now, smashing her breasts together, massaging them, swaying them from side to side. Mom's breath was uneven with occasional sharp intakes and gasps.

"Fuck this is getting me hard," I said, "here mom, help me out." I took hold of her hand and guided it onto my stiff cock. She glanced down at it then turned away. Her hand started pumping up and down with slow even motions. We continued like this for a couple minutes, Carl feeling up mom, and mom jacking me off.

Carl started to run his hands down mom's torso and onto her skirt. He pulled up her skirt showing her upper thighs and the beginnings of her snatch.

"Fuck me," he said as he combed his fingers through her pubic hair. Mom' started to let out little whimpers as Carl's hand moved up and down over her slit.

"Alright, that's enough for now Carl. Sit back and enjoy the show for a bit." I told him, pushing his hand off mom and pulling mom's head down onto my cock.

"You know what to do," I told her. She took me in her mouth, slowly and reluctantly. I pushed her head down until I felt the back of her throat, then pulled her back up, and pushed down again, to show her the pace I wanted. Then I sat back and relaxed as mom blew me quick and hard, her red lips salivating around my dick.

Carl leaned forward and played with her hanging tits as she gave me head. He slapped them around, pulled on her nipples, gave them hard squeezes. Mom's blouse was completely unbuttoned now. When Carl pulled too hard I felt mom's throat tighten up on my cock.

"Damn, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Yeah, give it to her," said Carl, getting in the rhythm of it all now.

"FUCK" I screamed, pushing mom's head hard down onto my dick. My cock spasmed, and I felt mom gulp down as much as she could before I let her pull off, jizz slipping past her closed lips and onto her chin.

"Alright, Carl's turn!" I said blissfully.

"WHAT" they both replied, mom with a gulp of cum and Carl in surprise.

"Yeah, you gotta be busting out of your jeans by now. Mom, go in the back seat and help out Carl for a bit."

She didn't move. I stared her down, she sighed, and eventually she opened her door and went in the back with slow, humiliated, movements. Carl's jeans were already unzipped. Mom took his cock in her hand and guided it between her soft lips. He sighed as Mom slowly took him all the way in. I watched her with pride. Her head moved methodically up and down. Sometimes she paused at his tip, letting her tongue dance around the head of his cock. Carl wasn't aggressive, his hands were behind his head and his eyes were closed. He let mom do all the work.

Eventually his body started twitching and his eyes opened wide as he watched my mom go down on him.

"Shit...." he sighed. Mom gagged for a split second before I heard GULP GULP GULP as she swallowed short bursts of cum from Carl. When she shifted away from him, I noticed she was crying lightly. An occasional tear streamed down her face. She wiped them away, along with some residual spit and cum. We remained silent for a couple minutes.

"You can drop me off at Carl's place, mom. Take the evening to relax." She wordlessly moved back in front and drove away.

After Carl and I were dropped off without a sound, we finally spoke to each other.

"HOLY FUCK!" he screamed with a wild gesture.

"You weren't kidding! FUCK ME -- that was INCREDIBLE!"

I smiled at him, "told you."

"But how..."

"HEY, I said no questions."

"Fine, but FUCK! FUCK! I can't believe that just happened. Shit, I should have taken a video or at least some pictures."

"They'll be plenty of more opportunities for that. Meanwhile, you think your parents will be cool with me staying the night. I don't think Mom could handle seeing me again for a little while. I'm easing her into this."

"Yeah, I'm sure they'd be fine with it.... FUCK!"

Ch.3

Parker

The next day, during class, mom came in wearing slacks and a soft sweater. I didn't tell her what to wear, being at Carl's and not bothering to text her, so this came as no surprise to me. But, you know, I kind of hoped she would have on something at least a little bit revealing out of her own accord. Guess not. The period went by without anything of note: mom lectured, sat behind her desk, and made a careful effort not to make eye contact with any of her students, including me.

At home, she was nowhere to be seen. When I asked dad where mom was, he told me that she had some grading to finish and that we were on our own for dinner. After some pizza and small chit-chat, we digested over a blockbuster action movie that I don't recall. Mom arrived home around halfway through the film, greeting dad from the hallway.

They made some small conversation about work and weekend plans before dad asked her to finish the movie with him. We have a decent sized couch so it was dad up against the armrest, mom next to him still in her work clothes, and me opposite them both. It wasn't long before Dad started to nod off, letting out sporadic snores.

As soon as mom realized dad was out, she started to get up.

"Finish the movie with me, mom" I said before she could remove herself from the couch.

"I'd rather not," she replied. I stared her down for a quick second before she let herself relax back onto the cushions. I scooted over and let my hands wrest on her thighs. She didn't say anything. With small movements, I slowly started to massage her legs.

Occasionally, I would let my arm raise up, my biceps brushing against her breasts over the sweater. With one hand, I lightly caressed her chin, and turned her face towards mine. My lips brushed up against hers, her face was taut and her mouth pursed shut.

"Kiss me, kiss me with your tongue," I whispered into her ear before passing my lips against hers once more. Finally, she relented and I made out with her. She tasted clean with a small but lingering sweetness. Her kisses were soft, her tongue making slow swirling dances with my own. My hands groped her breasts as we frenched.

I could feel her warming up to my touch -- her body becoming soft and supple. I let my hand work underneath her slacks, pressing against her panties whereupon I found a touch of moisture that made me more giddy than I care to admit.

"Your dad could wake up any moment," she mumbled. Her face was flushed in heat, but besides that -- you would guess her to be more confused and scared than turned on. Her eyes, wet with humiliation, looked away from me towards some non-existent skyline.

"You're right. Meet me in my room, 5 minutes. Wear only the panties and bra you have on now," I said quietly before getting up from the couch.

Slow seconds ticked away as I laid on my bed thinking of all the things I would do to her. The door opened and she stood there like a deer in the headlights, seeing my nakedness and waiting for me to say something. She had on an opaque black bra with a set of matching opaque black panties. I padded the spot next to me.

She sat down and looked me right in the eyes for the first time in a long time.

"Parker," she said, "I'll do what you want in here. But we keep it in here, okay? No more of that stuff in school -- I could get fired. And no more stuff with Carl or anyone else, okay? I just can't live like that."

You know, in the heat of the moment, knowing I was about to fuck mom, I think I would have agreed to much more stringent conditions. So, of course, I said yes without any intention of keeping the promise.

I pushed her body flat against my bed, my tongue met hers and we kissed. I let our lips and tongue sway to their own tune while with one hand I massaged her breast and with the other gently circled her clit. Her pussy was slick now and I let my index finger tease her hole, slipping inside and out.

After a while, I moved down from her face and kissed her neck, her chest, and then pulling her breasts out from their cups I licked her nipple, biting gently on occasion. She gasped when I did this -- out of pain or pleasure I am unsure. I sucked on her tit like a newborn having lunch.

Taking a break, I motioned her to take off the bra as I pulled her panties down her milky white thighs. She looked beautiful, lying there on my bed: her breasts falling gently to the sides, her head in profile, resting against my pillow. I opened her legs slightly and took in the sight of her glistening pussy with small, pink, and plush lips. My heart beat violently within my rock hard cock, twitching it with every pulse.

As I pressed up against her hole, right before I entered her, mom placed her hand up against my chest and said,

"Are you sure about this? You do this and there's no turning back, you realize that right? We can forget about this whole incident. Chalk it up to your teenage years or hormones or what have you."

You know, for a split second a wave of nostalgia passed over me and I looked fondly upon those simpler times. Then I shoved my cock into her.

She let out a loud high-pitched gasp which briefly had me nervous about dad waking up downstairs. I paused for a second, lying on top of her with my cock fully embraced by her warm pussy, and waited to make sure no sounds came from outside my bedroom doors. All was quiet.

I lifted myself and proceed to fuck mom like a sex-deprived dog. My strokes were quick, sharp, and violent. Each jerk a rapid shove, our hips smashing against each other. I pounded her body into the bed. Her snatch was a slick sleeve for my cock, but more than the physical pleasure was the overwhelming satisfaction I got from fucking not anyone pussy, but my own mother's.

Occasionally a soft moan or grunt snuck out from her closed lips. Besides this, she was motionless, a submissive body beneath my own, taking what I had to give, reluctantly I'm sure, but without resistance. Between strokes when I felt my rhythm tire, I leaned into her and kissed her complacent face. My hand squeezing her tits, my tongue forcing her mouth to open. Almost in synchrony with my cock, I enjoyed pushing my tongue in and out, fucking her throat with it.

It wasn't long before I came in violent waves. Mom was lifeless under me as I spasmed jizz, one sudden jerk after the other. I fell upon her, breathing heavily, letting my body slowly recover. Eventually she rolled me off, cupped her vagina in her palm as she put on her panties, and left the room without a word.