Chapter One - The Recipe

Sandy was glad the workweek was finally over. She had the top down on her Mustang convertible and was enjoying the warm summer breezes blowing through her hair as she drove along. Too bad Ivan wasn't home. It would be nice to have a nice roll in the hay tonight. But, as usual, he was off in Europe on another sales jaunt. So Sandy was left all alone to cope with her horny mood. Maybe a date with the old vibrator tonight, she told herself, smiling and flipping up her skirt. Hope there aren't any truckers around, she laughed to herself, shoving a hand down inside her frilly panties. Fingering her clit as she drove along, she felt the tingle of excitement down between her legs grow.

A couple of martinis and then home to fix supper for Arnold. Then, a date with old vibe, she told herself.

Just thinking of her son brought on a happy, warm feeling. He was a jewel, she thought to herself. A colonel in the high school R.O.T.C., an Eagle Scout, and president of his debating team. What mother wouldn't be proud? And such a hunk! It seemed that when he wasn't doing schoolwork, he was down in the weight room he had built in the basement. He spent a lot of time down there, lifting weights with his R.O.T.C. buddies. And it showed, she smiled to herself. They were all quite well-developed for their age.

What are you doing, she asked herself. Driving along, playing with yourself while you're thinking about your son and his R.O.T.C. buddies. That's kind of sick.

Pulling her hand out of her panties, she flipped her skirt down and turned into the parking lot at Marty's. Quickly dismounting her steed, she stepped inside. Looking around the bar, she spotted Ivan's friend, George, sitting alone at the bar. Stepping over to the bar, she plopped down beside him.

"Sandy, my dear, such a delight," he grinned, motioning for the bartendress. "And what can I get you tonight?"

"The usual, a martini," she said, smiling at him.

"A martini for the lady," George told the bartender and then turned back to Sandy. "So is Ivan joining you later?"

"No, he's over in Europe on another sales jaunt. He won't be back until next week," she told him. "And I'm glad I got this week behind me."

"Speaking of behinds," George smirked, glancing down at her pert, little butt, "you have one of the more exceptional ones."

"George, you old reprobate," she laughed.

Three martinis later, she and George still sat chatting.

"So, dear, why don't you come over to my house and I'll grill us a couple of steaks," he smiled. "Then we can have a little wine and see where the night takes us."

"George, you old flirt. You know that I can't do that.why what would Ivan say? And besides, I have to get home so I can fix Arnie's supper," she smiled, finishing off her martini and standing up.

"You know, they way you talk about Arnie," George said, running his eyes up and down her body, "I'd think he was your lover, not your son."

"Now, George, don't get catty," she frowned. "Luck in finding someone else to share a steak with."

She and Arnold lovers. How ridiculous. But even thinking about what George had said gave her a strange feeling.

Driving home, she wished that Ivan was home so they could make love and quiet the nagging itch down in her hot pussy

Stepping through the door, she dropped her keys on the foyer table and heard the clank of weights coming from the basement. At it again, she smiled to herself, dropping her purse beside her keys.

Then she stepped across the living room, with the clop of her high heels echoing off the wall and drifting down into the basement. Stepping onto the carpet in the recreation room, her footsteps cushioned, she stopped at the basement door and listened.

"Sounds like your Mom is home," she heard Arnold's best friend, Bobby say.

"Yeah, that's her high heels alright," Arnold said.

"I love a woman in high heels," Bobby said. "It's so sexy. And your Mom, the way she dresses is so sexy hot."

"Yeah, but when she gets home, she puts on a pair of short shorts and a tee that barely covers her tits so she can show off her belly ring," Arnold complained. "Then she parades around without a bra on and I have to watch her tits flopping around. And her cute little butt jiggling in her short shorts. Sometimes, I think she does it just to tease me."

"And you're complaining?" Bobby laughed. "I wished my Mom had tits like your Mom and did that. But my Mom hardly has any tits at all. Hell, you couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra or not."

"But that's the problem, moron," Arnold fussed. "She runs around like that and gets me all hot and bothered watching those beauties. Then there's nothing I can do about it. So I spend half my time up in my room whacking off."

"Yeah, I see what you mean. She makes things hard on you," Bobby cackled. "So do you think about doing it to her while you're whacking off?"

"What the fuck do you think?" Arnold smarted back at him.

Sandy's hand flew up to try and stop the gasp that escaped from her lips.

"Yeah, I caught Mom coming out of the shower once," Bobby said, "and I still think about her when I do it."

Suddenly the basement fell silent except for the clank of the weights.

Stumbling back away from the door, Sandy flew up the stairs to her room. The implication of what her son had just said washed over her like a cold shower. He.he.had actually said he wanted to do it to.to.to her. Then she thought back to what George had said about Arnold being her lover.and now Arnold admitting to his friend that he wanted to be her lover. She was stunned.

Maybe, she was a little too affectionate toward him; hugging him in public and kissing him on the cheek and all kinds of stuff. And she was always bragging on him, like telling everyone how well-developed and hunky he was. After all, he was eighteen. The age most boys reach their sexual peak and the time they're pumping out testosterone like crazy. Maybe he had misinterpreted her affection for something else. Maybe he thought she had the hots for him. But how could he do that? She was his mother, for heaven's sake. But.but he had said he wanted to do it to her, so he must have the hots for her.

Stepping over to the little wet bar, she quickly splashed a big shot of whiskey into a glass and chugged it down.

It was all so confusing and disturbing to know that your own son had sexual feelings toward you, she thought, unbuttoning her blouse. What was she to do? Pitching her blouse on the bed, she reached around behind her and unsnapped her lacy brassiere. Looking down at her jiggling tits, she let her bra go slithering down her arms. Well, she could certainly see how Arnold could get excited, she told herself, tossing her brassiere on the bed. She did have pretty tits. They weren't too big, or too small, they were somewhere between medium and large. And they weren't too saggy, like most women in their late thirties. They were just nice, pretty tits.

Bending down, she quickly stripped her short skirt off and added it to the pile of clothing on the bed. Working in real estate she knew the value of appearances and she always wore short skirts and frilly panties to showcase her shapely legs. She also always wore hose because she knew that a flash of a well-turned leg and a glimpse of panties could do to a male client. Quickly slipping her panties and hose off, she walked over to the ornate full-length mirror that stood by her dresser.

She could see why her son might be infatuated with her, she told herself, studying her reflection. Long, tawny-brown hair.a cute pixyish face.emerald green eyes.pouty lips.pretty tits.tiny waist.flat belly with a cute little belly ring.softly rounded hips.sweet little bald pussy, but he'd never seen that.shapely legs.dainty, little feet with pink toenails. Then she turned around and looked over her shoulder at her backside in the mirror.Long sweeping back.cute, pert butt.and not a hint of cellulite anywhere. What man wouldn't want a piece of her? She could hardly blame her son. But still, it was disturbing knowing what he wanted to do to her. Her own son. The person she most loved in the whole world. But she couldn't love him that way. He was her son, damn it. Although she couldn't bring herself to hate him, or even be angry at him, she wanted to do something. Something to get back at him for making her feel the way she felt.

And just how did she feel, she asked herself? She was irritated with him, but still she couldn't deny that it was puzzlingly erotic to picture him up in his room masturbating while he thought about her.

What did it look like as he held it in his hand and stroked it, she wondered? Was it big? Was it little? If it was proportionate to his six-foot, two-hundred pounds frame, it would be really big, she sickly thought. But what in the hell was she doing, she asked herself as she ran her hand down to her hairless pussy. Gently tickling her jutting clitoris, she couldn't believe it was so hard and sensitive. What in the hell was going on with her? Thinking about her son and his cock was making her hot? That couldn't be. It had to be something else. Well, she had been aroused earlier, before any of this happened, while she was driving home. That was probably it, she thought. But then it occurred to her. hadn't she been thinking about Arnold that time, too? No.no.this is crazy.

Now stop that, she told herself, jerking her hand away from her clit. Get dressed and go downstairs. But how.how can I get back at him for talking like that?

Jerking open her chest of drawers, she quickly pulled out a tight fitting, bare midriff tee shirt and a pair of red, satin, short shorts. I'll teach Arnold to think about me like that. He thinks I was teasing him before, just wait until I get through with him today. He'll be up in his room whacking off all night long.

What about Bobby? What's he going to think when he sees me running around half-naked with my tits flopping around? He already thinks I'm sexy hot, she laughed to herself, slipping the shirt down over her head. He is quite the hunk, too. Why not get him to sleep over and when Arnold goes to sleep, have him sneak down to my room and give him a taste of what Arnold wants? Wouldn't that be a hoot, she laughed to herself, climbing into her short shorts. Fucking his best friend, right under his nose. Giving Bobby just what Arnold wanted and he wouldn't even know anything about it. Unless, Bobby told him.

Woman, you'd better cool down before you get yourself in trouble. And maybe, just maaaybe, you've had enough booze? Oh, fuck you, she told her nagging conscience.

Pulling the shirt down over her tits, she stepped over in front of the mirror. Shrugging her shoulders several times, she took delight in the way her pretty tits wiggled and jiggled under the thin tee shirt, as the little diamonds in her belly ring danced and bobbed. She still had her happy buzz on as she stepped over and refilled her glass with another splash of whiskey. Quickly knocking it down, she set the glass down and hurried out of the room. Prancing down the stairs, she saw her tits were flouncing up and down wildly. This ought to drive them crazy, she laughed tipsily.

Yeah, here I am half drunk.half naked.all alone with two horny teenagers.and I'm going to tease them? This is a recipe for disaster, she told herself.

But I won't let anything happen.I'll keep everything under control.Just a little teasing and then I'll fix supper and bring out the vibrator.

Stopping at the refrigerator, she bent over to pull out some beers to take down to the basement with her. As she did, she felt the soft, red satin of her shorts tightly stretch across her ass.

"Wow, Mrs. Ingram," she heard Bobby grunt from the doorway.

"Oh, hi Bobby," she laughed, taking her sweet time getting the beers so he would have a nice, long look at her butt.

Finally, she stood up and turned around quickly, making her tits bob and dance under the thin tee shirt. Of course, Bobby's eyes immediately shot down to her tits as he greedily gawked at them.

"I.I.I was.I just came up to.to get us a beer," he mumbled, still staring down at her tits.

"Well, here," Sandy said, stepping over to him and handing him a beer, making her tits bobble and dance again.

"Uh.thanks.uh.Mrs. Ingram," he muttered.

"You boys are sure getting well-developed down there in the weight room," she told him, running her eyes down over his sweaty, bare chest to his washboarded belly, then to the big bulge sticking out the front of his gym shorts. Pausing for a moment, she then ran her eyes down his muscular legs, then back up to the prominent swell of his cock under his shorts. "Very well-developed."

"Uh.so.so are you, Mrs. Ingram," he told her, glancing back down to the swell of her breasts under the shirt.

"Oh, really," she laughed. "You really think so."

"Damn," Bobby choked out, "Mrs. Ingram, you've.you've got the prettiest tits I've ever seen."

"But Bobby, how can you say that," she teased, setting the other beers on the table, "when you've never even seen them?"

"Uh.I.I.mean.that I." he stuttered along.

"Would you like to see them?" she tipsily asked, quickly pulling her tee shirt up off her pretty tits.

"Oh.my.God," he groaned out, his mouth dropping open and his eyes bugging out as he ogled her bare breasts.

"Why don't you stay over tonight," she whispered, "and maybe I'll let you play with them later, after Arnie falls asleep?"

"Huh." he grunted, looking up to her face in stunned shock.

"MOTHER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING." she heard Arnold groan out from the doorway.

"Uh.I.we.Bob and I were just having a discussion about my breasts," she mumbled, dropping the tee back down to cover her breasts. "He said they were pretty and I wondered how he could tell since he had never seen them. So I showed them to him."

"Damn, Bobby, what are you trying to do to my Mom?" Arnold whined, wishfully looking down at his mother's covered tits.

"Nothing.nothing.I just told her.her that I thought her breasts were pretty," he choked out, blushing. "And.and then she showed them to me."

"Oh, here's your beer," she smiled at Arnold, thrusting it out to him and making her tits dance and wiggle again.

"Mother, have you been drinking?" Arnold asked her.

"A little." she smiled at him.

"Well.I.I think your breasts are pretty, too," he boldly said, looking straight at them.

"You do, do you?" she asked, grinning and setting her beer on the table.

"Yes.yes.I do," he leered back at her.

"You mean these?" she muttered, quickly pulling the tee back up off her tits for the second time.

"Oh.God.yes.I.I.mean those," he gasped, gawking down the jiggling cups of pink, tit-flesh.

Finally, as the two boys continued to gawk, she teasingly pulled the tee shirt up over her head.

"Well, since you boys think they're.they're so pretty, why don't we just leave them out on display," she laughed tossing her shirt on the table by her beer. "And you're not wearing shirts, so I wouldn't want to feel out of place.Now, let's go lift some weights."

Sweeping up her beer, she stepped around Bobby and walked past Arnold, letting one of her breasts brush against his arm as she did. She could feel the boy's eyes on her cute little ass as she padded across the carpet, swinging it from side to side, quivering with each step. Maybe I ought to take off my shorts, too, she drunkenly thought as she pranced down the stairs. I wonder what they would think when they saw that I didn't have any hair down there, she laughed to herself.

Once down the stairs, she saw an empty six pack sitting on the table. So now, she tensely thought, not only do I have two horny teenagers on my hands, I have two horny and tipsy teenagers on my hands. And I'm not even wearing a fucking shirt I've got to be the stupidest woman in town.

Now's the time to stop this silliness, her conscience told her. Get back upstairs, put some clothes on, fix supper and put an end to this nonsense before something disastrous happens.

I can handle it, she stupidly told herself. They won't do anything. I'll just let them look, but no touching.

Quickly threading forty pounds of weight on a barbell, she lifted it over her head. Letting it down behind her head onto her shoulders, she looked over at the two boys who stood staring at her and her tits.

"Well," she said, slowly lifting the barbell up into the air, "aren't you going to lift weights?"

"Naw.it's more fun watching you," Arnold smirked, watching, as her tits bobbed up and down when she lifted and lowered the barbell.

"Suit yourself," she said, continuing on.

After about a minute, she lowered the weights and set the barbell on a rack by the bench.

"How bout some help," she said, looking over at them.

She had a sudden sinking feeling when she saw the bulges jutting out of the front of the boy's shorts. Well, that answers that question, she nervously thought when she saw the size of Arnold's erection. It wasn't little. And Bobby's is just about the same size.

"Uh.yeah.sure Mom.what do you want us to do?"

"Uh.would one of you.uh.hold my legs," she said, sitting down on the bench, "and the other one hand me the barbell."

"I'll hold your legs," Bobby chirped, quickly stepping over to the bench and straddling it.

Then, grinning down at her, he reached out and grabbed hold of her legs just above the knees.

"Uh.a.a little lower.please." she muttered as she felt his strong fingers dig down into her skin.

"It works better this way, Mrs. Ingram," he said, inching his fingers just a little higher. "We want to keep you safe.don't we, Arnie?"

"Sure thing," Arnold said, walking around to the head of the bench and lifting the barbell off the rack. "We wouldn't want to see anything happen to you, Mother."

"Uh.okay.whatever you say," she mumbled looking up at Arnold.

As she did, she could see up the leg hole of his gym shorts, and there it was. She could see his big balls dangling down below the monster being restrained by the flimsy material of his shorts. From the angle she was looking, it looked huge, she dumbly thought.

What had she gotten herself into, she drunkenly wondered, as Bobby's fingers crept higher up her legs.

"Here, Mother," Arnold said, lowering the barbell down toward her hands.

Lifting her hands up, she wrapped her fingers around it.

"I've got it," she grunted, holding the barbell poised above her tits.

When she did, Arnold released it, but his hands continued to move down until the backs of his hands were resting on her breasts.

"I've got it.thanks," she said, as another sinking feeling washed over her when she felt the backs of his hands brush across her sensitive nipples.

"You're welcome, Mom," Arnold smirked down at her.

How could she be so stupid, she asked herself as she thrust the weights up into the air. The boys could do anything they wanted to her. Each of them outweighed her by a good seventy pounds, and with all those muscles, she would be powerless to stop them.

Raising and lowering the barbell, she could feel Bobby's fingers inching higher and higher.

Suddenly, she saw Arnold lean down and wrap his hands around her quivering breasts.

"No.no.Arnie.don't do that," she whined, holding the weights up in the air.

"But they're so pretty.Mom.so soft and cushy," he muttered, squeezing and kneading them. "I always wanted to know what they looked like."

"Please.Baby.please.don't do it," she begged as her arms began to quiver and shake from the exertion of holding the weights in the air.

Then as her son fondled her breasts, she felt Bobby's fingers work up onto her shorts.

"No.no.Bobby.don't," she pleaded, but felt his fingers dig down under the waistband of her shorts. "Arnie.take the barbell.can't hold it up.longer."

"Sure, Mom," Arnold smiled down at her, taking the barbell from her and placing it in the rack by the bench.

As soon as her hands were free, she started to sit up and reach down to push Bobby's hands away. But before she could, she felt Arnold's hands latch onto her shoulders forcing her down onto her back.

Then as she looked up at him, he grabbed her wrists and forced them down beside her just as she felt her shorts being pulled down over her hips.

"No.Bobby.Arnie.stop this.don't do this.please," she whined.

"Damn.look at this.she doesn't have any hair down here, Arnie," Bobby grunted, continuing to pull her shorts down her legs as he gawked at her bald pussy. "That's just about the prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

"Damn, Mother, is that sexy or what," Arnold grinned down at her, leaning over and sucking one of her big, puffy nipples into his mouth.

Pulling her red shorts off over her dainty feet, Bobby lifted them to his nose and took a deep breath in through his nostrils.

"Ummmm, I love the smell of hot pussy," he snickered, rubbing the crotch of her shorts against his nose.

"Don't do this.please stop it," Sandy pleaded.

"Damn, she so hot, she's spewing out juice like crazy!" Bobby exclaimed, running a finger up between her meaty pussy lips, then lifting it up to his mouth.

"Oh.don't do that.please.please.Bobby," she moaned.

"Tasty, too," Bobby said, sticking his finger into his mouth and sucking it clean. "There's so much of it, it's running down onto the bench. She's ready for it."

"God.no.no.please don't," she begged as she watched Bobby quickly shove his shorts down his muscular legs.

As he did, his big, hard cock sprang out into the open, standing straight up in readiness.

Suddenly, Arnold jerked his head up as he stared at his friend's big, bobbing cock.

"What do you think you're doing?" Arnold asked him.

"I'm going to do her," Bobby lewdly grinned. "She wants it, Man. She told me that I could play with her tits later tonight, so why not now?

"No. No, you're not," Arnold muttered, looking down at his mother in disgust.

Thank God, Sandy thought. He's come to his senses. Now he'll stop all this madness.

"She's my Mother," Arnold smiled at her. "I'm going to do her first."

Oh, God, this is horrible. Now he's going to fuck me. My own son is going to fuck me. I was so stupid.

"Hey, Man, whatever you say," Bobby said, stepping back and grabbing hold of his cock. "I'll settle for sloppy seconds."

"Yeah, come up here and hold her," Arnold said to him. "Hold her while I fuck her and then I'll hold her while you have your sloppy seconds."

"Sure thing," Bobby laughed, walking around to the head of the bench, stroking his cock as he did.

Handing over her wrists, Arnold let go of her as she felt another pair of strong hands wrap themselves around her wrists.

"Arnie.no.no.Baby.you can't.that's incest.Honey.stop," she cried, watching him slowly step around to the foot of the bench as she struggled to free herself.

"Sorry, Mother, but a guy can only take so much teasing before he snaps," he said, reaching down and slowly pushing his shorts down. "This was the last straw. Too much.it was just too much this time."

As his shorts slid down over his hips, his cock came springing into view. My God, she frantically thought, his cock is even bigger than Bobby's.

"Honey.please.please think about what you're doing.Baby.don't," she futilely pleaded, gawking down at the giant cock that seemed to be looking back at her.

"I've been thinking about it, Mom," he grinned. "For a long, long time."

"Please, don't Baby," she whined.

"Wow, you were right, Bobby," Arnold muttered, bending down over the bench and running his finger down between the fleshy lips of her pussy. "It's the prettiest, damned pussy I've ever seen. Looks good enough to eat."

"No.no.don't," she cried out as he slowly leaned down over her.

Then she felt his soft lips find her hot clit. She couldn't stop the flash of electricity that sparked through it when he raked his rough tongue across it. While her mind fought against the rape, her body responded to it. She felt herself begin to grow warm as the pleasure began to spread out from her clitoris.

"Oh.no.please," she murmured, but found a part of her not wanting him to stop now.

Fighting against them was useless, she told herself. They were just too strong for her to overcome. And it was futile to try. Staring down at her son's head as he continued to eat her, she found herself wanting him to keep doing it as the pleasure welling up from her clitoris poured into her brain. How wrong could it be, she asked herself. She loved him.loved him more that any other person on the planet. So if they loved each other so much, how wrong could it be to just give in and let it happen? Why fight it? Just let what happens happen.

And hadn't she already planned to let Bobby have her tonight anyway? Just give in and enjoy it. It was going to happen anyway, no matter what she did. And she didn't want to get hurt trying to thwart them. They were so strong. They didn't even know their own strength, she thought, as she felt Bobby's fingers digging into her wrists. Yes, just give into it and let it happen.

Looking up, she saw Bobby's big dick was twitching up and down only inches above her face as he leaned over her, holding her wrists. Straining, she was able to lift her head up far enough to reach the bottom of his bobbing cock. Then she flicked out her tongue and ran it down the bottom of his big cock as he stared down at her in astonishment.

"God.look.she's licking my cock," he muttered as Arnold raised his head and looked up at his mother.

"Let my hands go," she told Bobby.

"Let 'em go and see what happens," Arnold said.

Sandy felt a warm rush of blood seep into her hands as he released her. Staring up at him and his big dick, she raised her hand and wrapped her hand around it. Then, bending it down, she sucked it into her mouth.

"Damn, she's sucking on my cock.look at that.your mother's sucking on my cock," Bobby exclaimed, slowly spreading his legs apart until his cock was level with her mouth as she hung her head over the edge of the bench.

"Yeah, I can see," Arnold snorted and dropped his lips back down to her clit.

Reaching around behind Bobby, Sandy dug her fingernails into his ass and began to push and pull on him, making his cock slide in and out of her mouth. But even as she did, she could feel a growing fire consuming her pussy. She couldn't understand it. It usually took forever for her to have orgasm that way, but now, she could already feel one growing inside her. Her son was going to make her come with his tongue. Maybe it was the fact that it was her son doing it was what was exciting her so much.

Loudly slurping on Bobby's cock every time it slid into her mouth, she looked up into his lust-filled eyes as he stared back down at her. She wondered what he must be thinking as he watched his glistening, spit-coated cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

She could feel her muscles tensing as the pressure inside her pussy grew and grew. It had to blow soon, she told herself as she dug her fingernails down deeper into the flesh of Bobby's rocking ass.

Then suddenly, it was on her like a creature in the night. Consuming her and filling her with its fiery heat, as wave after wave of pleasure poured over her, drowning her in its devilish delight.

As she agonized her way through her orgasm, she felt her jaws clench and she bit down around Bobby's big dick, imprisoning it inside her mouth.

"No.don't.please.no.don't bite it off.please," he begged as her teeth bit deeper down into his cock.

Relaxing her jaw muscles the tiniest bit, she stopped biting before she broke the skin, much to Bobby's relief.

Finally, she felt the gush of pleasure pouring up from her cunt begin to wane as her body slowly melted back down onto the bench.

Then she felt Bobby's mouth leave her pussy.

"Take it out.take your cock out of her mouth," Arnold muttered as she felt the bench jiggle.

"What.why.damn." Bobby muttered angrily, but slowly backed his cock out of her mouth.

As she looked up at his cock, she could see the circle of angry, red marks circling his cock where her teeth had bitten into it.

Then she felt her son wrap his hands around her waist and lift her up. He quickly flipped her over onto her belly and gently lowered her back down onto the bench. After that, he grabbed her by the hips and rudely jerked her butt up into the air.

Clinging onto the bench with her hands, she balanced on her knees as she felt Arnold force one of her legs away from the other. One foot dropped to the floor and she balanced on it, her knee, and her hands while he quickly forced her other foot to the floor. Now she stood grasping the bench with her hands, as he pushed her legs apart until she looked like a turkey wishbone on Thanksgiving Day. Looking down between her dangling breasts, she saw him sit down on the bench and scoot up under her until his big cock was jutting up just below her waiting pussy. She then watched him reach up and grab her hips with one hand and hold cock straight up, pointing it at her pussy.

This was it, she drunkenly thought. This was the moment she had been dreading. The moment her son was about to defile the chamber of his creation. Defile it and fill it with his essence. Fill it and try to reproduce himself inside her where he had once grown. Now he was about to return to her most sacred of treasures. He was about to take her as his own. His own to do with as he pleased.

Watching his big cock, she felt him forcing her down onto it, forcing her hot pussy down onto the menacing giant below it. Then she felt the smooth roundness of his cock-head force aside her meaty pussy-lips and slither up into her. It was happening, she wailed to herself. Their innocence was gone. They were still mother and son, but now that familial bond was being ripped asunder, as his penis penetrated the sanctity of her vagina. It almost felt like he was taking her virginity as his cock penetrated the imagined hymen of her innocence.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped as she slowly lowered herself down on him, consuming his invading cock with her hot pussy until her meaty pussy-lips were settled down around the hairy base of his cock.

Baptizing the monster with her hot juices, she sat atop him with his cock totally immersed in her anointing essence.

She felt her son's strong fingers dig down into her skin as he lifted her, dragging her tight cunt up his thick cock. Looking back down along her body, she watched his glistening, cum-coated prick slowly emerge from her defiled pussy. It was done, she told herself. He had gone where no son had the right to go. Once it had been his sanctuary, but for him to enter the chalice of her womanhood again was forbidden. And yet, he had done so, she drunkenly thought as she felt him ease her back down onto his waiting monster.

Lifting her head, she found herself staring right into the eye of the one-eyed ogre jutting from Bobby's groin. His fist was wrapped around its base and pointing it straight at her lips. Then, he grinned down at her and eased his hips forward until the bloated purple head of his cock nudged up against her lips. Opening her mouth, she let him push his cock inside.

"Mmmmmmm," he moaned, easing it in deeper and deeper until its engorged head bumped up against the back of her mouth.

Gagging slightly, she moved back, the bottom of his cock resting on her tongue, and began to gently suck on it.

"Oh.jeez.that feels so damned good.Mrs. Ingram," he cooed, rocking his hips back and forth, as he fucked her mouth.

And down below, Arnold was jerking her up and down on his cock, as he grunted and groaned his way toward an eruption.

How, she asked herself? How could she have let this happen?

But it was happening. Her son was pounding away at her pussy, while his friend was sliding his big dick in and out of her mouth. But even as her mind reeled from the depravity of it all, her body was responding to the big cock ripping in and out of her cunt.

Sucking on Bobby's peter, she ran her tongue along its bottom, coaxing it to send out its load of cream into her mouth. Then he reached down and wrapped his hands around her head.

"Yeah.'bout there.yeah.suck it hard.harder," he grunted holding onto her head as his hips jerked back and forth.

Sucking as hard as she could, she could feel his strokes becoming jerky and erratic. Then, all at once, he jerked her head toward him at the same instant he thrust his hips forward, sending his giant prick stabbing into her throat.

"Fuckfuckfuck," he cursed as she gagged and felt his cock lurch.

Then she felt the warm goo spurting out of his cock trickle down her throat, coating it with its sticky heat. The curly hairs encircling the base of his cock tickled her nose and lips, as Bobby kept her face shoved up against his belly while his cock emptied its gummy load down into her throat. Over and over again, his peter jerked and kicked, spewing out more and more of his creamy cum as she fought to keep from upchucking.

Then, finally it stopped jerking and Bobby let go of her head. Staggering back, he jerked his spit-covered cock out of her throat and then her mouth. The instant his big cock-head cleared her lips, she took in a deep, gasping breath and began to swallow his creamy load. Taking several deep breaths, she kept swallowing, clearing her throat of his sticky cum while he stood in front of her, bent over, with hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"Damn.Mrs. Ingram.great head." he panted, while down at her other end, Arnold continued to pound away at her pussy.

Arnold's fingers dug into her, as he jerked her up and down on his stiff pole at the same time he humped up at her, driving his cock deep into the clutching depths of her pussy on every lunge. She could sense that he was nearing the point of no return, as the fireball down inside her pussy grew hotter and hotter.

"Yeah.fuck me.fuck me.harder." she muttered, urging him on.

Then all at once, a tongue of flame shot down her cunt, enveloping the clutching channel and her son's pistoning prick with its unholy heat; her muscles froze and she began to shiver.

As she came, her tight pussy wrapped itself around her son's dick. He lasted a few more strokes before his giant began to jerk and spit out its lethal load into her.

"Oh.fuck.Mother.fuck.coming." he gasped, shoving her pussy down around his cock as hard as he could while it poured out its fiery load into her.

On and on, his dick pumped out more and more cum began to pour out of her pussy around the shaft of his cock. Thick, gooey streams of the stuff flowed out of her pussy, covering his balls and her thighs with a thick gelatinous coating of gummy cum. They were making a royal mess as their essences poured out of her overstuffed pussy.

Then, several moments later, she felt his cock finally stop firing off inside her pussy, beginning to wither and die. As she waited for it to slither out of her pussy, she felt Arnold's hands loosen their hold on her ass and drop down off it. Then, she heard Arnold's sweaty back slap down onto the bench .