ABANDONED PART SEVEN

(OUT IN THE OPEN)

"Hank is getting to be quite a hunk," Rachel smiled, taking a tiny sip of her coffee as she sat across the table from Lois.

"I've noticed," Lois said, "but I don't know what's getting into him. Why the other day he was going over to see Dave and I was washing dishes in the kitchen when he came strolling in. I asked him where he was going. He said to your house but he just stood there looking at me with this silly grin on his face. Finally, I turned back around and started doing the dishes, but he didn't move. I was wearing short shorts and I think he was looking at my ass. Then when I asked him when he was going, he said something about admiring the scenery and left."

"You can hardly blame him for that," Rachel laughed. "You do have a nice ass."

"Thanks for the compliment," Lois smiled, "but a boy shouldn't talk like that to his mother. You don't let Dave talk to you like that, do you?"

"I don't know if I would or not," Rachel smirked, "he's never tried it."

"Well, see there," Lois retorted. "Dave's a nice, polite boy."

"Yes, he is," Rachel told her, sensing an opening, "but Hank is a young man if you hadn't noticed. And the way he fills out his pants, he's quite a young man."

"RACHEL VICKERS, why, why, I can't believe you said that," Lois gasped, staring at her best friend in shock.

"You, you've got to have noticed how well endowed your son is," Rachel grinned back at her audaciously.

"RACHEL, what are you doing?" Lois whined. "He's my son. You can't say things like that about him."

"Hell, Lois, I'm not dead, yet," Rachel laughed. "I know a big one when I see one. And you can't tell me that you don't take a look ever once in a while. Especially when you see a big one."

"For heaven's sake, Rachel, this is my son we're talking about," she groaned, her face turning beet red. "Hank is my son, not just some piece of meat. Not just some guy with a big, uh, a, big, uh, co, uh, penis. How could even think about him like that?"

"Well, pardon me, but as I said, I'm not dead, and I take notice when I see an impressive piece of meat. You can't deny that Hank certainly has that. Why, if he weren't your son, I, I might, well, you know." she told her friend. "I just might."

"You, you, wouldn't, would you? Why, Rachel Vickers," Lois stopped and stared at her neighbor and best friend who was smugly staring back at her.

"What?" Rachel grinned.

"You, you, you haven't, you haven't done anything, have, have you?" Lois asked with a stunned frown. "You haven't tried, tried to, to do anything, with him, have you?"

"And, and what if I had? What difference would it make? He's eighteen and can make up his own mind." Rachel said defiantly.

"OH, MY, GOD! I can't believe it. You've actually seduced him. You and my baby. How could you? Why you're old enough to be his mother for Christ's sake."

"I know. That's what makes it so fucking exciting," Rachel giggled crazily. "And for your information, Hank is no baby. In fact, he's more of a man than most, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, for the love of, how could you do it?" Lois wept, dropping her head down into her hands and sobbing. "You've seduced my son. You've ruined him. How could you?"

"Oh, get over it. You didn't think he was a virgin, did you?" Rachel exclaimed. "Wouldn't you rather have him banging someone you knew would treat him right? Rather have that than him doing some young thing that might get pregnant and then rope him into getting married? And he is quite the hunk. Quite the catch for some bimbo, but this way, he doesn't have to go shopping. Because he has all he can handle right across the street."

"I can't believe this. You seduce my son and then try to make it sound so natural and right," Lois fumed. "What about Bernard? I bet he doesn't know. Or, or your ass would be out on the street."

"No, he doesn't. And won't know. Unless you tell him," Rachel smiled icily. "That's one nice thing about having a fling with your best friend's boy. No one is suspicious of the time we spend together."

Just then, as the two women angrily stared at each other across the table, Hank came clomping into the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks, looking first at one and then the other.

Oh, shit, something's really wrong with this picture.

Rachel gave him a haughty smile as she dropped her eyes down to the bulge jutting out the front of his shorts, while his mother's eyes were like flame-throwers spewing out a continuous spume of incandescence at him. Then, to his amazement, he saw her eyes dart down to the bulge, too.

What the fuck? What in the hell was going on? Why are they both staring at my crotch? Did his mother know? Did she know about him and Rachel?

"HOW COULD YOU?" his mother shouted at him.

"What? What did I do?" he grunted, taking a step backwards, startled by the vehemence of his mother's anger.

"You. You and her. How could you? Why she's old enough to be your mother," Lois raged on. "How could you do such a thing with such a terrible person."

Rachel flinched. That was uncalled for. How could she attack her so cattily? And in front of Hank? Bitch.

"Speaking of Mothers," Rachel said icily, turning to look straight into Lois' eyes, "we play a game, Hank and I. He pretends that he is fucking his Mommy when he is fucking me. Pretends he is fucking his dear, sweet Mommy. Pretends he's fucking you and it really turns him on."

OH, FUCK! MY ASS IS COOKED. I'M A DEAD MAN. SHE'LL KILL ME FOR SURE! WHY IS LOIS DOING THIS? I THOUGHT WE HAD SUCH A GOOD THING GOING! BUT IT'S OVER NOW. FOR SURE, MY GOOSE IS COOKED.

"How? How could you? How could you do such a sick, evil thing?" his mother asked him, her face beet red with the veins in her temple throbbing dangerously.

Fuck, I don't know what to say.

"Uh, I, uh, I don't, uh, know," he fumbled.

"It, it was bad enough, do, doing it with her," Lois groaned, "but, but to pretend it was me. Why that's horrible."

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it," he grumbled, trying to apologize to her. "I can't help it if you're so damned beautiful. You're a beautiful woman, and I'm just a horny teenager. I can't help it if I think about sex all the time. I can't get it off my mind. It's, it's like an addiction. I want it all the time and then you, you have to be so beautiful. Like now, look at you, standing there in your skimpy tee shirt and your big tits sticking out like that. And those short shorts. How can I not think that way? I want you so bad sometimes, I ache all over."

Watching his mother, he thought he saw a tiny flinch.

What? Did I score a hit? And Rachel? Why isn't she trying to help me out?

"He's telling the truth," Rachel finally said trying to come to his rescue. "He said we were the two most beautiful women on earth. And I think I know how he feels about us two. He's told me how much he loves me. And I believe him. But, he loves you more. He would take you over me every time, if he had the choice."

"Take me over you. I can't believe this," Lois choked out staring at her friend in total disbelief. "I can't believe you, Rachel. "We're not talking about some fucking contest here. There is no choice. You and Hank, that's adultery. But, Hank, Hank and I, that would be incest. How could you even think such a thing? You're sick. Why, why, what would you do if you found out I was messing around with Dave? Or, would you let Dave do it, do it to you?"

"I, I'm considering, considering that," Rachel said softly, "and as for you messing around with Dave, I find that strangely exciting. So maybe you ought to try it. Or even try it with Hank, you might enjoy it. I do."

"Oh, My, God, you're sicker than I thought," Lois groaned. "Poor, sweet, little Dave. Dave, who's sick, depraved mother is thinking about seducing him. I can't believe all this. I can't believe that you would seduce your own son. And I find it especially loathsome that you would suggest I let Hank do it to me."

Suddenly, the room fell silent as the three of them numbly fought with the gravity of what had just transpired.

Was Rachel really considering making love to her own son, Lois dizzily wondered? How could she do anything like that? And how could she suggest that I do the same thing? She didn't think she could ever let herself do anything like that. Sure, she loved Hank, and even after the bomb that had just been dropped on her by Rachel, she still did. But to do that? Do that with him? She didn't think so.

So, now what, Rachel wondered. What will happen now? Now that everything is right out in the open. She was a little sorry that she had sacrificed Hank to Lois, but how else could their little plan have a chance? Now Lois knew that Hank wanted to fuck her. So let that knowledge fester for a while and see what happens. Like to be a fly on the wall when I leave. But I'll get Hank to tell me about it later.

This is fucking crazy. Why did Rachel go and do that? My Mom is going to kill me for sure. Or cut my fucking prick off. I just know it. I know she's gonna do something crazy. God, I hope that she doesn't tell Dad. He'd skin me alive.

"Well, I think I'll be going," Rachel said, standing and looking at the two of them. "I'll see you later, uh, unless you'd like to come over to the house for a while, Hank?"

"OH GOD, get out of here," Lois yelled, "before I do something I'll regret."

Hank watched on in amazement as Rachel nonchalantly strolled across the room haughtily swishing her beautiful ass from side to side. He couldn't believe it, but still, even in the center of a whirling firestorm, he felt a tickle of excitement down in his cock as he admired her wondrous ass.

"Hank, stop that. Stop looking at her ass," Lois growled as Rachel laughed and stepped through the doorway.

"Uh, I, uh, damn," he muttered, turning to face his mother who was staring at him with murderous rage in her eyes.

"Up to your room, you little son-of-a-bitch," she erupted, the anger in her voice scorching the paint on the doorframe behind him. "I'll be up to talk to you later."

"Okay, okay, I'm going," he said contritely, turning and hurrying out of the room.

Hank lay in his bed wondering what his punishment would be. She'd probably ground him for life. And he just knew that the Vickers's house would be off limits from now on. He couldn't believe what a great piece of ass he had just lost. Fucking Rachel had been the best thing that had ever happened to him. Then she'd gone and ruined it. Now she was gone. How could he ever replace her? What now.

Suddenly, the door to his bedroom flew open and he saw his mother standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. He could almost see the smoke curling up out of her ears as she angrily glared at him. She didn't speak for several moments.

"So this is how you pay me back for all I've ever done for you," she growled, clopping over to his bed and scowling down at him.

"I'm sorry," he said cringing away from her.

"So you think it's fun playing games and pretending to fuck me," she blurted out. "You think you'd like to fuck your Mom? Why, I bet if you actually had the chance, you'd be so afraid you couldn't even get it up."

What the fuck? What is she raving about? Couldn't get it up. Bet me. Just flop down here and see.

"You'd be so scared, you'd probably need a pill to get it up, just like your father," she snapped at him, reaching down and grabbing his limp dick through his shorts. "Hah, see, it's limp as a washrag."

"God, Mom," he groaned, trying to push her hand away, "Don't do that."

Then the smell of alcohol washed over him. It was so strong it almost made him drunk.

She's been drinking. Drinking and it's only eleven o'clock. She never drinks before noon. One of her rules.

"Why? Didn't you want to put this thing in my pussy," she laughed dementedly, giving his cock a hard squeeze.

"Ouch," Hank yipped as he felt his mother's fingernails bite down into his penis. "That hurts."

"Really?" she laughed again, digging her fingernails in deeper. "Good, you deserve it for wanting to fuck me with it."

"I'm sorry," he blabbered out. "That hurts."

"Make it hard. I want to see it hard," she cackled. "Let's see if you can make it hard. If you can't make it hard, how can you fuck me with it? Huh, huh, if you can't even make it hard, how could you fuck me? Now's your last chance. "

Then she let go of his cock and quickly dug her fingers down under the waistband of his shorts. As he watched on in shock, she jerked his shorts down his legs with a flourish.

"See. How could fuck anyone with that wet noodle of a cock?" she snickered at him, staring down at his cock as it jiggled momentarily but remained in its soft, lifeless state, "you're still just a baby. Can't get it up when you need to. Maybe I should call you Ed. That's short for erictile dysfunction in case you didn't know. I don't know how you ever got it hard for Rachel."

"For God's sake, Mom," he groaned, reaching down and jerking his shorts back over his unresponsive manhood.

Then as he watched on in stunned silence, she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her halter-top.

"Will these help," she asked, sarcastically jerking the halter-top up and exposing her giant, jiggling breasts.

Hank lay staring up at the quivering masses of smooth, white flesh as they danced and bobbed before his eyes. They were fucking gorgeous. They were big, sagging melons of pink flesh, each tipped with a big, berry-sized nipple that jutted out at him tauntingly. She was mocking him with them. Waiting for him to reach for them so she could jerk them away before he could touch them.

"Jeez," she finally cursed, dropping her halter back down over the droopy treasures.

Then before he could react, she reached back down and grabbed his still lifeless cock through his shorts again.

"See. Still nothing," she laughed crazily. "What a baby. I don't know why I was so pissed. You couldn't get it up to fuck me if you wanted to. It just doesn't work on this side of the street. So why was I worried?"

And with that, she spun on her heel and flounced out of the room with her big tits jerking and jumping wildly under her halter-top. As she did, she stopped and slammed his door so hard he thought it was going to fly off its frame.

Hank couldn't move. He was paralyzed with shock.

What happened? Had his mother really grabbed his cock and pulled his shorts down? Had she really shown him her big, beautiful tits?

He was in a dazed state of confusion and there was still there was no movement down below his waist.

What was wrong with him? This has never happened before. In the past, my cock always springs to attention at the first hint of anything to do with sex, but now, now it wasn't working at all. This is all just to fucking crazy. Was it broke? Or was he actually afraid to do it to her?

Then he grunted and shoved his shorts down off the lifeless lump of meat. Staring at it angrily, he tried to will it to rise.

Damn, the chance of a frigging lifetime and I blew it. She had said that if he was going to fuck her he had to make it hard.

Reaching down, he grabbed hold of the floppy column of meat and began to try to resuscitate it with his hand as the image of his mother's gorgeous tits slowly seeped back into his mind. Finally, as the picture of his mother's mountainous breasts filled his head, he felt a tickle of excitement trickle through his slowly responding penis.

It's not dead. It's working again. Thank God. Look, it's getting hard faster and faster.

He continued to coax it back to life and in a few moments, it stood before him, hard as a rock and proudly holding its head high.

Now, now I'm gonna go show her how hard it is. Gonna show her how hard it is and then I gonna fuck the shit outta her. Show her who's not a baby anymore.

Then, he stood up and kicked his shoes and socks off. Dropping his shorts, he stepped out of them and ripped his tee shirt off. Walking to the door naked, he watched his steel-hard penis slash the air in front of him as it bobbed up and down excitedly.

I hope she's in her room. I hope she's there so I can fuck her in her own bed.

Hurrying down the hallway, he suddenly found himself standing in front of her door. He felt a spark of apprehension trickle through him, but he reached down and quickly stroked his cock back to full hardness.

Now or never. Open the door and see if she's here.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he reached down to the doorknob. Turning it, he quickly pushed the door open.

What he saw almost took his breath away.

She's naked. She's fucking naked. Lying there in bed without a stitch of clothes on. And, and, she's got her, her hand on, on her pussy and, oh, my God, oh, my, God, she doesn't have any hair down there. She's bald as a baby's butt.

Then as he stood gawking at her with a dazed look on his face, he saw his mother nonchalantly turn the page of the book she was reading and then lazily look toward him. Dumbfounded, he saw her expressionless stare brush across his face then slowly drop down to his jutting cock that was already showing signs of wilting again. She stared at it for a few seconds before lifting her eyes back up to his eyes.

Knowing that he would have to act quickly before his cock melted again, he reached down and grabbed hold of it.

"So who's a baby, now," he told her with a sense of false bravado.

He saw her eyes flit down to his cock for a few seconds and then her expressionless stare found his eyes again.

"See," he muttered, slowly stroking his cock as he stepped toward the bed. "I made it hard just like you wanted. And now, now that it's hard, I'm gonna fuck you with it. Fuck you just like you wanted me to fuck you."

What in the fuck is going on? Is she drunk or what? She's not putting up a fight or anything. She hasn't said a word since I came in. She must be drunk. There's a glass half full of booze on her nightstand.

Befuddled, he watched her eyes lazily drop back down to his penis. Then as she stared at it with a vacant look in her eyes, she slowly laid the book down beside her. As her eyes lifted back up to his eyes, he saw her lift her hand away from her hairless pussy and slowly spread her legs apart.

What in the hell is wrong with her? She's not talking and she's just laying there with her legs spread. Waiting.

She continued to stare at him and the only things moving were her two, big blue eyes. They were flitting from his face to his cock then back to his face as she patiently waited for him to do something.

Oh, God. Oh, God, she gonna let me do it. She's gonna let me fuck her. Fuck her beautiful, bald pussy. I can't fucking believe this is really happening. But better hurry before she changes her mind.

Quickly, he struggled onto the bed and up between her long, outstretched legs until his knees were brushing against hers. Now, unbelievably, his big, fat prick was bobbing up and down directly above her delightful cunny.

God, look at her cunt. She must be hot, too. There's juice leaking out of it. Just like they way Rachel does before we fuck.

Grabbing his cock again, he guided its big, bloated head down to the goo-covered furrow between her fat cunt-lips.

Gonna do it. Gonna do it. Gonna fuck her. Oh, God, can't believe it.

Holding his cock, balancing on his knees and one hand, he slowly ran the head of his cock up and down the slippery gash, coating it with the abundant juices that were flowing out of her cunt. A few strokes later and the big, purple head was glistening with a slippery coating mother's juice as he slowly began to ease his big, thick cock down into her.

As the head disappeared between her fleshy pussy lips, he let go of his cock and looked down into her big, blue eyes, but couldn't read a thing in them. It was almost like she wasn't in her body. She was just going to let him do it to her, but she wasn't going to cooperate with him.

Well, screw her. I'm gonna fuck her anyway. Fuck her and shoot my wad into her hot fuck-hole.

He kept shoving his cock down into the hot, clutching hole until he felt its head thud into her cervix and his belly slap down onto her belly.

I'm in her all the way up to the hilt and boy is she hot and tight.

She continued to stare up at him with her big, lifeless eyes as he began to rock his hips back and forth sending his cock down into her all the way to the hilt on every stroke.

Look at those tits. Look at them sloshing back and forth every time I fuck my cock into her pussy. And look at her nipples. They look like they're so hard they could burst any time now.

"You like that? Is my cock hard enough for you?" he groaned humping his cock into her with a vengeance.

Then, with an evil grin on his face, he leaned down and forward and rested his weight on his elbows as he grabbed hold of her big, sloshing tits.

His fingers quickly found the hard, jutting buds and began to mercilessly pinch and tweak them while his battering ram of a cock continued to plunge in and out of the hot, sucking hole between her legs.

Say something. Do something. Don't just lay there. Fuck me back, bitch.

But she continued to remain motionless as she stared up at him with her unblinking, icy, blue eyes. It was as if she were taunting him. Showing him that she could control her emotions and not give him the satisfaction of humiliating her.

Nothing has ever happened to me like this. I'm fucking the hell out of her and she's just laying there taking it. Every other woman enjoyed it, but she's not going to give me the satisfaction of giving her pleasure. Maybe she was right. Maybe I am still a baby in her eyes.Well, to hell with her, I'm gonna fuck her until she gives in or I shoot my wad.

Her reaction, or rather lack of a reaction to his onslaught had dealt another blow to his confidence. And his cock had taken the brunt of the blow as it began to wilt ever so slowly. But he continued to pound it into her pussy, hoping that somehow it would stay hard enough to let him finish his job, at least.

Then, all at once, he saw his mother's icy, blue eyes glaze over and slowly start to roll back in her head. As they did, he felt her body begin to tense. Then to his amazement, she lazily lifted her legs up and hooked them over his calves. Then her hands found his hips and she dug her long, sharp fingernails down into his skin. With her nails digging in deeply, she began to push and pull on him, forcing him to fuck her even harder as she began to roughly hump her hot cunt onto his pistoning prick.

Crap. She fucking me back. God, this is great. I love it. I love it. I love fucking her, now. Fucking fantastic. But say something for god's sake.

Hank felt a jolt of power surge through his cock as it immediately returned to rock hardness. Kicking up the pace even faster, he ruthlessly attacked her cunt with his cock as he savagely assaulted her giant tits with his hands and fingers. He could feel her straining for the finish line.

She's going to finish. I making my mother come. She tried to not let it happen, but I'm too good. I'm making her come. HAH! I WON. That'll teach her to try and best the King of Cum.

As she raced for satisfaction, Hank could feel her straining and the ring of muscles encircling her cunt grew tighter and tighter around his pistoning cock. Hank was now in ecstasy and he furiously pumped his mighty machine down into her constricting puss. The moment of victory was at hand and he knew it.

At last his mother began to shiver.

"Annnnnhhhhhhhhhhnnnhhhhhh," she groaned out the only sounds she had made since he had come into her room.

Then her body went rigid as she began to agonize her way through her orgasm. As she did, Hank released control and felt his cock lurch down deep in her spasming pussy. A stream of napalm spewed out of his cock coating the delicate lining of her pussy with its blistering heat as she writhed under him.

As he emptied his balls down into the fiery caldron of his birth, he watched his mother clutch at the sheets with her clenched fists.

Damn, she really does come when she finally comes. She looks like she is in pain she's coming so hard. God, it feels so fucking good to come in her hot pussy. I love it. I'm gonna do this every day, I swear.

Finally after their fiery orgasms had burnt through their bodies, they lay gasping for breath.

She still hasn't said a word. What's wrong with her. She came, didn't she? What more could she want?

"What? What's wrong?" he groaned staring down into her icy, blue eyes that stared back up at him indifferently.

She didn't say a word, she just gave him a little shove pushing him up off her as his shrunken cock came slithering out of her overflowing cunt. It was followed by a stream of his expended cum that trickled down the crack of her ass and onto the sheets below.

Bitch! You had to ruin it, didn't you? Won't give me the satisfaction of making you come, will you?

As he rolled off her, she turned away from him and lay unmoving as he ran his had down the smooth skin of her waist and hip.

This was no victory. It's like she's dead inside or something.

It was as if all the life had been drained out of her as he stared at her back.

I thought I had won, but I was wrong. She won. And now she's showing me how little she enjoyed it. But she had joined in on the rape at the end, hadn't she? Or had she just been pretending. Pretending to enjoy it so she could wipe my nose in it in the end.

For first six chapters of this story, see category "EROTIC COUPLINGS".