Title: How Good Would You Like Today To Be
Keywords: mF, mat, cheat, anal, inc, mom, son, mdom
Author: Caesar
Summary: Doris discovers that she is just as weak as the day before, when it comes to her son.
Universe: Your Day





There was a young man named McNamiter
With a tool of prodigious diameter.
        But it wasn't the size
        Gave the girls a surprise,
But his rythm -- iambic pentameter.


* Read: 'How Was Your Day' for the prior episode.


How Good Would You Like Today To Be

by Caesar, copyright 2003

$Revision: 1.5 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $

Doris stood before the full length mirror in her room and studied the
small lines about her eyes then the somber gaze itself.

That woman looking back at her was the old 'Doris', the middle-aged
woman, in an unhappily marriage, and with one adult son.  She was also
a woman that felt guilt at giving herself pleasure that her husband
could not deliver.  Up until yesterday that was the most embarrassing,
humiliating thing in her life - her little secret.  The petite polite
woman that needed to sneak into her bathroom after her husband had
fallen asleep so as to use her own hands to bring herself off.  Up
until yesterday, there was nothing she feared more than that little
secret becoming general knowledge.

The light gray that surrounded her pupils had been the first thing her
husband had noticed about her - though Doris now doubts he has ever
looked into her eyes for years.  In the years since first meeting her
husband, she too had looked for whatever had attracted her husband
within her own reflection - but only saw a lonely ageing woman.  She
had been the dutiful wife, giving her husband the son he wanted, never
once denying him any sexual act, even to playing the decoration on his
arm as he climbed the corporate ladder.  Up until yesterday, she would
have stated that she was content with her life.

The lines about her eyes, were those the reason that her husband
rarely ever touches her anymore, she wondered not for the first time?
Until yesterday, Doris would have agreed that she was no longer that
cute pixie-like teenager that looked upon her world and her future
husband with an anxious awe.  Time had deteriorated her innocence
while being cruel to both her body as well as her soul.

Peter, her husband's cock had grown in her hand last night.  Stroking
him as he lay sleeping beside her.  She needed her husband inside her
- if only to calm the questions that roared through her mind.  Yet he
had awoke before entry and rather than plunge into his wife's ready
body, had chastised her for 'acting like a stupid little girl'.  His
dick shrinking even before he rolled away from her.

Of course Doris considered masturbating.  It being the function that
was the sole source of sexual pleasure and release in her
life... again, at least until yesterday.  Instead, she had lain in the
dark, angry and humiliated toward her husband and confused and horny
about the only other man in her life.  She could not bring herself to
touch that part of her body, knowing there would be no stopping the
memories of another's hand upon that part of her.

How could he do it - how could she silently succumb to him?

Not only that, questioned the confused middle-aged woman, how could
she have found more pleasure in the all-too-brief moments with him
yesterday than at any other time in her life?

She cursed god for his cruel humour.  Doris also cursed her husband,
though it was far from the first time.  She even cursed her body for
becoming uncontrolled so that she was but a spectator to the pleasure
that it had endured.

What Doris could not do, is curse the man that had looked into her
eyes and had changed her life forever.  He had not only looked at her,
she thought with a deep breath, he had lain his hands upon her, then
his fingers within her, and finally had ordered her to touch herself.
Thought coldly, she could not understand what had overtaken her senses
- besides the half bottle of wine - and had reversed all her years of
suppressing her own emotions, her desires, so that she would have done
anything for that man.

Yes, anything she reminded herself - a chill running down her spin to
clench her sex with the muscles within herself.  Doris could remember
as he started to stand, knowing he was excited, was going to command
her to give him pleasure.  Not only was she ready to act thus, she was
anxious to do so.

This young man who had captivated her soul, her body and yes, even her
heart was non other than her son Dennis.  How can a mother not trust
her child - to allow herself to abandon all pretence to objectivity.
He would care for her if she were sick - this was not so different -
as she believed she was sick of the soul, lonely and morose.

It was mostly her own fault, she reminded herself.  Brazenly allowing
him to look through the expensive semi-transparent wet bathing suit at
the shadows and curves beneath.  It had been fun, someone, a man, a
youthful man, had looked upon her lustfully while the forty three
year-old could not remember even her husband looking at her with
such... hunger.

Yet she need not take the blame when she had felt his fingers slip
into her heated and very wet sex and began to deliver the most
delightful of movements.  Dennis had done that without any provocation
on her part.  The orgasm within her was drawn out to explode with such
intensity that even a day later, Doris could remember the exact second
that it began.  Never had she felt such rapture, such bliss in her
whole life that she wondered if it had not been some cruel joke on
gods part that the man to deliver this moment to her was non else but
her own flesh and blood.

Those long thick strong fingers moving evenly in and out of her body -
Doris closed her eyes and could almost imagine that she could feel
them now.  Even if she used three of her fingers, she would not have
felt so full.  And the only other man in her life to insert his
fingers within her has been her doctors over the years - and she felt
nothing but cold disgust at those times.

It was as if her son Dennis knew instinctively how to finger his
mother's sex, while also strumming upon her super-sensitive clitoris.
He was simpatico to her body, Doris thought - a little disappointed
that it had to be with her son.  Given any other man Doris knew she
would give up anything to continue such pleasure-filled moments, she
would do anything to try and deliver some of the same pleasure to that
man as he had given her.

Yet, it was her son.

Doris tore her eyes to the bedside clock and saw that it was three
minutes to the hour.

At her retreat after Peter had interrupted what surely would have
taken mother and child to a new perverse level, Doris had agreed to
her son's question about another hot tub and massage.  How could she
be so weak she chastised herself!  If her son was any other man, she
would not blink to jump into that tub to pleasure and be pleasured.
Years of a cold marriage and and even colder bed would leave her with
little guilt at this mature point in her life.

Two minutes before the hour.

Was Dennis outside waiting for me now, she wondered with a shiver?
Did he have any doubts at all about what happened between them
yesterday or did he anxiously look forward to more?

Doris guessed that he was outside expecting her to wear the tight
expensive new suit that started all this mess when it became
transparent after getting wet yesterday.  Perhaps he would spread her
legs again and order her to...!

Doris clamped her eyes shut tight and turned away from the mirror and
its cruel reflection.  She had to end this, else she feared for her
sanity.  She had to return to being the dominant but loving parent and
let her son know that yesterday had been a mistake, one that can never
be repeated.

She had to do that, Doris had to confront the one man in her life that
she had no defence against.  And the scheduled time of their meeting
in the back yard in the hot tub was as good a time as any.

Dennis sat in the boiling waters of the hot tub and let out a long
exhale when he saw his mother stride purposefully toward him.  She
came after all, he thought to himself.  Yet she did not look at all
ready to enjoy another tub with him, he knew by seeing her tight face,
as she wore her ugly worn shorts and a very old sweat shirt.  A part
of him had hoped she would not appear - what had started between them
the day before had been very sexy, but it was also more than a little
freaky.

He had lain in bed most of last night, simply recalling in detail the
events that had transpired between them in this very hot tub.  Dennis
knew he had lost control of his desires and had taken a dominance
stance with the one woman that society said he can not have.  Yet,
dominate her he had - and there was something especially sensual about
having the forbidden.  His mother had succumbed easier and faster than
his girlfriend ever did - and that told the young man that his mother
was starved for affection, that she wanted and needed love and lust in
her drag upper middle class life.

Fall asleep, Dennis had swore that he would leave the house and not
appear at their rendezvous - not even knowing if she had.  Yet the
morning light had woken him and the throbbing reminder between his
legs helped him to quickly change his mind.  His mom was one of those
middle-aged ladies that a young guy didn't look twice at - not ugly,
more 'common' or plain.  After yesterdays events, Dennis believed that
he had opened the secret box to his mothers sensuality - and he
thought her more beautiful than any other woman he has known.

The smile that came to his face was genuine as he watched his mother
approach.

"Dennis...?"  Doris strode to the side of the tub and stood with one
hand on its hard marble and the other on her hip.

"I'm glad you came mom!"  His pleasure was obvious and unhidden, his
words caused both parent and child to recall that intense moment only
the day before.  Doris may have been surprised if she knew her son was
feeling simpatico with her own confused emotions.

Doris took a deep breath and silently asked God to give her the
strength to get through this moment.  Did her son realized his choice
of words?

She had hid from her son since their parting the day before and just
from his short statement, his strong reassured words, that she could
not help but squeeze her knees together as if to stop the inevitable
trickle of pleasure seeping into her groin.

"Dennis... about yesterday...?"

He smirked, "Yes mom, what about yesterday?"

She felt her face flushing and knew it had to be bright red.  Doris
told herself that she had to take charge here or else she would be
damned for the rest of her life.  With firm disapproving voice,
"Please let me finish Dennis!  I am your mother and you will show me
the respect that I deserve."

Dennis understood immediately what his mother was doing, that she came
before him to attempt to return their relationship back to how it had
been before yesterday.  He could see that no such thing could happen -
he could never look upon his mother as anything but the most exquisite
woman that exemplified her race that he had ever known.  He could
remember the feel, scent, sounds and sight of her body and knew that
she needed him.  The woman that he had released the day before had not
been his mother but a woman reborn.

"Climb in the tub mother."

To Doris the statement was spoken so calmly, after her harsh words,
and in such a way that it was as if he had heard a word she had said.
"I will not get into that tub with you again young man!"  Not after
yesterday, she told herself.

Dennis smirked and returned his mothers glare with a calm resolve.
"You are fully dressed mother and I do not think that in your present
mood you are up to exposing me your body."  He waved to a spot across
from him, the exact spot she had sat the day before.  "Come on in and
sit on the edge with only your feet in the water mother."  He watched
her knowing that if she sat down as asked, then she was his.

Doris told herself to run, just turn around and run as fast as she
could back into the sanctuary of her bedroom.  Yet, could it really
hurt to sit back where she had been assaulted by him the day before.
If anything, she convinced herself, it would prove to the both of them
that she was strong enough to deny both her son as well as the
thumping of her own heart.

With a red face and upper neck, Doris silently climbed into the tub
but chose another spot to sit.  A small rebellious nature - to sit
perpendicular to where her son was sitting, but at least it was not in
that spot!  She also ensured that her knees were tightly pressed
together.

She missed the pleased smile that broke out on her son's face before
he contained it.

She opened her mouth to continue to chastise her son, to tell him that
it could never happen again when he spoke first, "I love you mom."
Her heart began to melt when he added, "And I love what we did
yesterday too!"  Consciously she put a clamp down on her raging
emotions and even her memories that his simple statement caused within
her.

It took a few lengthy seconds before she calmed herself to reply, "I
love you too honey... but about yesterday...?"

He interrupted on purpose, "Its OK mom, I know."

Her head felt as if it was spinning as Doris had no idea what her son
was talking about.  "What...?"

"Until yesterday mom, I never really noticed how beautiful you were,
how... sexy you are."

Her eyes had grown wide as she devoured the words, no man has ever
told her she was beautiful or sexy.  Inside, Doris's mind was
screaming at herself, stop it she told herself, look away, run away -
but she could not.

"What happened yesterday was not planned as I barely knew what I was
doing at the time."

She nodded her head, understanding, agreeing.

"Yet I do not regret that it happened and I can never forget a second
of it."

Doris was now in torment, she too felt the same way but had been
telling herself since it happened the day before that she had to
forget, else both mother and son would be doomed.

"You are the most desirable woman that I have ever known and I want
you!"

Doris suddenly realized her mistake in sitting perpendicular to her
son rather than across from him.  Dennis was within arms reach of him.

As his large strong hand gently grasped her well-muscled calf a large
uncontrollable sigh escaped from her lips.  The feelings from
yesterday were returning, but this time she did not have the excuse of
inebriation.  Doris knew she was quickly loosing control of the
situation and that it had been a mistake to think she could confront
her son in the same location that their original transgression had
transpired.

With a last desperate rush of purpose, Doris quickly stood up, turned
about and grasped the edge of the tub to steady herself while climbing
out of the slippery wet tub when two wet strong hands grasped her hips
and held her steady.  She could sense the tall strong wet body
directly behind her as if she had radar.

Dennis leaned in slowly so that his lips were right next to his
mothers left ear so she could loudly hear his whisper, "Please don't
go mother."  Her lips moved but nothing came out, she had to leave, it
was the single purpose she kept repeating to herself.  Yet, she was
starting to forget why it was so important to run away from her son -
the man who loved her like no other.

"Tell me that you did not enjoy what we did yesterday and I will let
you go?"  Her minds eye flashed back at the frank memories of the day
before, especially at the sight of her son's eyes as he devoured the
sight of her own finger inside her sex.  A lengthy and very strong
shiver ran through her, which ended between her legs causing a
guttural groan to escape her lips.  The woman that she had been those
moments the day before felt right to her - as if who she had been then
was the real woman while the rest of her life was a lie.

Dennis could feel his mother shaking in his hands, he knew that he was
close to nirvana.  Though she had tried to retreat - he knew just by
seeing her trembling form that she really did not want to leave the
tub and him.  This was the opening for him to take charge.

"Tell me that you never want it to happen again mother?  Tell me that
and I will never again touch you as I did yesterday."

Doris screamed to herself, this was it, this was her chance to end it.
Her son was giving her the opening that she herself could not create
and all she had to do was tell him to stop, that this wrong and what
had happened yesterday could never happen again.  That was what her
mind screamed, yet it was the rest of her body that drowned out that
voice with the strength of its own argument.  Every part of her body
wanted him, even her heart wanted to belong to her own son and though
it was wrong in every way, there was no argument that she could use to
convince herself otherwise.

Dennis paused for about two very long minutes before he spoke up
again, in a louder, firmer voice, "Tell me that I disgust you mother
and I shall leave?"

He could see her jaw working for some while before a sound escaped,
the words so quiet that he had to strain to hear over the boiling of
the hot tub.  "I can not!"

His heart suddenly soared as he realized that this was an admission
that he had won the fantasy that really only started, for him, the day
before, upon seeing his mother's shadowed body through her wet swim
suit.

Removing his firm grasp of his mother's hips, knowing with a certainty
that she would not move, he slipped them toward her front.  Within his
arms, her could feel his mom trembling and he remembered her tremors
from the day before, understanding that this was a good thing, a
precursor to what was to come.

The speed of his mother's reaction surprised him - recognizing her
heightened state from the day before as well as compared to his
girlfriends more enjoyable moments.  It pleased him greatly that any
woman would react to him this way, that it was his mother added a
demented amount of spice to the pot.

There is power to causing a woman to get so passionate that she
succumbed to her partner, the very freedom of her pleasure.  It could
take hours with his girlfriend, and only worked infrequently to a
level that he felt any sort of power.  With his mother, it seemed that
it was as easy as turning on a light switch - that he may not yet
understand where the electricity came from, he knew that it was he
that could control the brightness of the resulting light.  The power
that Dennis was feeling now was like nothing he had ever experienced.

"Tell me you want to stay with me mother?"  His hands were rubbing
over his mothers near-flat stomach as she appeared to have trouble
breathing and he could feel the tremors of her stomach muscles beneath
his open hands.

There was a strong urge within her to feel those large strong hands
upon her breasts, between her legs, anywhere as long as it was upon
her bare flesh.  Without a thought, the words voided from her lips, "I
want to stay with you."

His hands were fumbling at the knot of her belt holding her shorts up
even as he spoke with a voice filled with possessive humour, "You are
overdressed mother!"  His own hands trembled with expectation -
desire.

Yes, thought Doris, she wanted to be naked with him more than anything
else she could think of at that moment.  Yet she wanted to look into
his eyes, and feared an admission within them of her age.  Her body
would not look as well out of the tight bathing suit to help mold her
frame and the thought that her son could find any fault with her was
an overwhelming consideration.

With Peter, her husband, she had always been shy with her body,
showing nudity sparingly and rarely in the light of day.  This desire
to be free of encumbrance was new to her and yet another validation
that she was no longer the same person.  With her son Dennis she was a
new woman, a sexy desired woman that wanted nothing more than to give
and receive pleasure with the most important man in her life.  Her
body, her nudity was trivial to the love she had for him then.

The faults of her body, that every woman knew about herself so well,
came back to her with a vengeance.  And a part of her wanted to gave
Dennis the body of her youth.

Another part of her brain wondered what he would do with her first and
a violent reaction hit between her legs just as her son's hands pushed
the shorts past her hips and down her thighs.

Dennis bent over behind his mother and, one at a time, lifted each
foot with his strong but gentle hands so she could step out of her
shorts.  When he again stood straight, he had his mother's old garment
in his hand and was looking down at the excellent but petite curves of
his mother's bare buttocks and hips.

Doris tried to concentrate on keeping her knees straight - so fearful
that they would fold beneath her.  She was naked from the waist down
outside the sanctuary of her bedroom, in fact outside in the daylight,
and she started to imagine what her son's fingers would again feel
like within her, but from the different angle they found themselves in
at this moment.

"You are a very beautiful woman mother!"  She could hear the lust in
her son's words and knew without a doubt that he spoke the truth as he
understood it, that he was feeling simpatico to her own strong
feelings.  As his two large strong hands slipped upon her small
shapely ass cheeks, he gasped into her ear, "I love your ass mom!"
The hands slid downward, upon the back of her smooth thighs, "Your
legs are the best!"

Her son's voice suddenly changed, a new dominant tone that she had
only heard once before - when he had ordered her to touch herself.
"Spread your legs wider mom."  No one had ever spoken to her in that
tone before - neither had anyone ever ordered her to do such blatantly
sexual acts.  Doris thought she was a woman that had seen forty three
years and had never felt the joy of releasing her worries, her cares
and even her lust to another human being.  The fact that she has
unwillingly given it to the only person in the world that society says
she can not give - revealed just how desperate she had become, how
lust-filled a woman she is.  She was a new person when she heard that
voice, she wanted to perform any act for the man that caused her heart
and soul to soar so freely.

Dennis needed not hide the half smile as he watched his mother shuffle
so that her feet, beneath the turbulent waters of the hot tub, moved
over a meter apart.  Being a petite woman, and in this spread
position, his mother had to place more weight upon the hands on the
edge of the marble tub.

Another husky whisper, which sounded anxious to the twenty year old,
"Ask me to touch you mother?"

It was one thing to be taken with a mute response, it was another to
voice her uncontrollable lusts verbally.  Yet, Doris knew it was
pointless to deny herself the pleasures that she knew her son could
give her.  "Please... touch me Dennis... please honey... I need you so
bad!"

Doris felt a long fat hard muscle press between the cheeks of her bare
ass and knew immediately what it was!  Oh my god, she screamed with
joy, he is naked behind me!  My son is hard!

Dennis watched his hard cock press into the natural groove of his
mom's buttocks with joy.  His mind was delirious with amazed lust -
this was his own god damned mother, and she really wanted him!  He
felt, rather than saw, his mother begin to fall forward - as if her
arms and legs were giving out and his hands reached forward around her
torso and took her weight to steady her from falling.  When in fact
his hands now cupped two small well shaped breasts above her ugly
sweat shirt.

Doris was swooning with uncontrollable lust - her world filled with
unimaginable pleasure and panted knowing her son was groping her tits
while grinding his penis into her ass crack!  She had almost fallen
when she uncontrollably tried to bend forward to look up between her
own legs in the chance to see a glimpse of him, desiring to see that
which was giving her so much pleasure by doing so little.

Never had Dennis seen a woman so impassioned, and that included his
own girlfriend whom could get more than a little wild at times.  His
mom was clenching and releasing her ass cheeks so they massaged her
son's hard cock while rotating her hips minutely and heavenly, a
guttural groan was escaping deep down in her throat while breathing
was coming rapidly and aggressively.

It was a little worrisome how quickly the woman he had known all his
life had changed, and so rapidly.  It was one thing to feel the
masculine rush of power as a woman succumbs and finds pleasure through
him - it was another to watch a woman he thought he had known so well
change into something almost common.  His mother, he thought, was
acting like one of those over-achieving porn actresses, the ones
everyone knew had to be faking - only, his mother was not faking this!

The hands moved, when he felt that her strength could again hold
herself on the edge of the tub, so that his thumbs and forefingers
pinched both small hard nipples above the sweat shirt.

Doris hissed quickly and immediately grasped, "Oh god!"

It took less than ten seconds of rolling those tiny hard nipples to
realize that his mother was fast approaching an orgasm.  He had barely
touched her and already she was ready to come!

Doris felt those large strong hands come off her chest all together
and then her son leaned over to again bring his lips to her ear, "Do
not move mother."  To herself, she swore to god that she would do
anything to hold herself in this position - at least until her
delicious son saw fit to reposition her.  A thought occurred to her
suddenly and she felt as if her whole body was afire, perhaps he was
getting ready to fuck her!  It had been difficult to tell with this
method of joining of a male and female body, but Doris thought her son
was as large and strong between the legs as he was throughout his
body.  The desire to look upon his orgasm was so strong that it took
all her concentration not to disobey him so quickly!

Dennis stepped gently back, watching as his hard cock was pulled from
that sexy pale crevice.  A long shiver hit his mother, and he watched
it roll down her spin to end with her wiggling her hips uncontrollably
while groaning.  He heard her gasp, "Yes... please...!"

For a lengthy half minute, as he stared without blinking at his
mothers rear attributes, he considered sinking his aching hard prick
into her willing body.  There was no doubt that it would be a
delicious moment, a magical male triumph and giving into the pleasures
that seethed through his veins.

The decision to forestall that act came suddenly, with his hand
holding his organ and aiming it toward the puff of brown hair
sprouting backward from her pussy.  Dennis decided that it was not
time - that he wanted to deliver more passion to his mom, to feel, see
and smell her lust.  A lust that he had the power to deliver.  She,
and he if truth be told, would know that yesterday had not been a
random clash of nature that could never occur again.  His mother must
know that her son had this power over her for what she had obviously
been missing in life.  From this day forward she could never look at
her son again with remembering, without realizing he held her climax
in the palm of his hand.  That, to the young man, had to be the height
of dominance and power.

Doris slowly returned to the present, her body still sexually
heightened but her mind able to focus clearer.  It was the warm air
between the cheeks of her ass - tickling that which has never seen the
light of day.  Then she realized, coming out of her fog, that her
son's two large hands each grasped one of her buttocks and was gently
spreading her apart.

When Doris realized that her son was kneeling behind her and that the
warm air was his rapid breathing, she almost orgasmed right then and
there.  No person on this earth had ever looked upon her so commonly,
at such an angle that she knew no privacy could exist.  She should be
disgusted, she realized, that anyone could look upon that forbidden
and dirty part of her body - yet again, she this to be more proof that
nothing was forbidden, that the old rules no longer applied when it
came to her son and her.

That his mother was sexually excited need not be proved - though from
his new position, Dennis could see that her swollen inner labia was
not just wet, but flowing with clear thick juices.  Higher his eyes
strolled, seeing the dark pink asterisk of his mother's anus clenching
nervously as if winking at him.

His mother was the epitome of a rigid classy woman - and he knew
without a doubt that her rectum was virgin.  It would push the
boundaries further if he could produce pleasure from that part of her
- prove to his mom that he could give pleasure in ways she had never
conceived before.

Doris was amazed when she realized, and felt her trembling body freeze
in response, when Dennis pressed his lips to her rectum.  What is he
doing, she asked herself?  Then the lips pressed again, lingering
between her lewdly spread rear cheeks.  Oh god!  The next time she
felt his warm lips, they stayed upon her flesh and then she felt the
warm moist tongue gently explore her rectal region.  An uncontrollable
guttural groan of pleasure escaped her and Doris allowed herself to
release the years of entrenched emotions that told her such an act was
despicable, wrong, illegal.  It was difficult enough trying to ignore
the inner voices that told her to run away, to stop this incestuous
situation immediately that the alien tongue upon her ass hole seemed
almost mundane.

Dennis worked patiently and without respite, slowly working his tongue
deep into his own parents rectum.  At first her hesitant response
worried him, thinking his ability to read this new woman had been
incorrect, but within seconds she had warmed up.  Her body was
thrusting backward, as if to get more of her son's tongue within her
rear passage, while she was panting deep and quick as a guttural groan
of pleasure escaped her throat.

The continual waves of pleasure rolling out from that place where her
son drilled his tongue into her body, amazed and pleased the
middle-aged woman.  Why had she never realized that her own ass could
produce such pleasure?

There was a higher pitch to his mothers squeals of pleasure and Dennis
understood this, from yesterday, that her orgasm was seconds away.  It
was empowering to know that in less then three minutes, by his dead
reckoning, that he could bring his mother so close to climax.  It gave
him the self confidence to do what he was about to do.

Doris felt the warm lips and that delicious tongue disengage from her
rectum and with only seconds from her orgasm, she paused and began to
wail in her mind for the finale!

The two hands had let go of her cheeks and she ground her teeth and
groaned with frustration.  What was Dennis doing?

"Did you enjoy that mother?"

Oh god... I need to finish, "Yes", she practically yelled through her
clenched teeth.

His large strong hands were gently fondling the backs and insides of
her thighs as his voice calmly stated, "I control when you come
mother... you need to learn to just let go and allow me to pleasure
you."

It took several lengthy seconds before that statement sunk into her
fuzzy mind - but when it did a happy smile appeared on her lips and
she sighed with pleasure, "Yes".

His hands moved quickly and firmly and she allowed herself to be
guided until she was again seated on the edge of the great marble tub
that her husband had originally purchased to impress his clients.  As
if in slow motion, Doris watched as she son rose from the raging
waters to stand fully naked before her - what her eyes locked upon was
the large perfect organ thrusting aggressively from his groin.  A wave
of trembling rolled through her and her mouth watered while her cunt
heaved and then flushed with juices, as her son gently grasped the
bottom of her ugly old sweatshirt and drew it up over head so that she
was sitting naked before the gorgeous man that had just told her that
her orgasms were his to give.  Never in her life had she felt so in
love... so filled with lust... all for this same man, her own son.

In a tiny voice Dennis heard, "I love you Dennis!"

His eyes had been feasting on his mothers small 'A' cup breasts, the
tiny hard nipple topping each that he only noticed her unblinking gaze
at his hard cock after she spoke.  Never had he been with a woman so
possessed with him, with the excitement that existed between them.  It
made him feel like a god, a man, and in every way alive.

Doris could not help but compare the thick organ before her with the
only other that she was intimate with - her husband Peter.  Any way
you measure, Dennis was larger than his father and though the size of
it scared her a little, Doris felt a building urge within her to have
it in her body.  It could matter not where, just inside her - to
possess such perfection, such a pleasure-making toy, only once... then
she could be a happy woman.  That cock was the altar to her son and
she anxiously awaited to pay proper homage.

Gently Dennis pushed his mother's shoulders back, holding her as if
she were a small child until she lay upon the cool marble.  Her
unblinking eyes were still locked on that uncircumcised cock that
rigidly thrust from his waist by looking down past her own body.

Without a seconds hesitation, Doris consciously brought her bare feet
out of the water and spread them wide, her knees coming almost to her
torso.  Before yesterday, the woman that now lewdly exposed herself to
her new young dominant lover, had never acted this way, had never felt
anything remotely like this woman she had become.  There was no regret
within her mind, soul or heart - as she realized that she now belonged
to that man that was looking between her spread legs, that there was
nothing she would not do for him.  Another violent shudder ran through
her body when she realized that she so very much wanted to be fucked
by that great beautiful monster between his legs!

Again her heard her near-silent whimper, "Mommy needs you!"

"Move your hands around and hold your ass wide mom."

Doris started to wonder why her only child wanted her to do this but
in a fraction of a second, she stopped her thoughts.  She was his
woman to do with as he wished - and she doubted not that pleasure was
the proof of this subjugation of her sexuality and choice.  Her dainty
hands moved along the marble before grasping the soft smooth flesh of
her buttocks to pry them apart, exposing herself further.

Dennis watched as his mother hissed as his own hand stroked his hard
cock, angling it down so that the piss hole was aimed right at her
face.  His balls were aching now and he wanted to jerk off so badly -
shooting his seed all over his mothers face and tits, but he forced
his hand from himself and sighed, resigned to the path that he had
chosen only moments before.

Dennis knelt back down so that the boiling waters covered him to the
navel, and so that his face was less than a meter away from his
mother's spread sex.  So wet was that perfect cunt before him that it
was running down past her ass hole, past her own fingers to pool on
the smooth hard marble beneath.

Spending a moment to remember this view for all time, Dennis slowly
leaned forward, opened his mouth and brought his tongue directly out
and upon the sprayed cunt.

Doris uncontrollably arched her back up as she gasped in delighted
surprise.  When was the last time Peter had gone down on her - since
Dennis was a toddler at least.  Though, she instinctively and
immediately knew that this was going to be much more pleasurable than
any memory she held about her husband.

A thick finger firmly pressed against her relaxed spread anus so that
it moved slowly inward to the third knuckle.  Two more fingers easily
pressed into her vagina.  Her son paused for a second, to take a deep
breath, before he began to eat at her hearth and Doris immediately
felt herself drifting into that envelope of pleasure where nothing
else existed.

Dennis was watching his mother past the length of her heaving, shaking
and sweaty body as she convulsed toward quickly to another orgasm.
Both his hands moved without respite, pushing three fingers in and out
of both of his mother's erotic holes.  Using his lips and especially
his tongue, he used every ounce of his expertise to deliver oral
pleasure to his mothers clitoris.  The results were awe-inspiring and
very effective.

Doris had her eyes clamped shut but she could see clearly the white
room she was within, could feel the pleasures exploding in her body as
her orgasm fast approached.  Nothing was this good, not ever had she
felt so alive so full of erotic energy and she loved it.  That
explosion of pleasure quickly approached.

The orgasm, when it came within ninety seconds of this tongue coming
into contact with her clitoris, amazed and delighted her child.  She
could realize how much it pleased him when she enjoyed the pleasure
that he had had to give.

Dennis kept his mouth upon the top of his mother's vagina as she began
to wail and thrash uncontrollably.  Her hands heaved her hips off the
marble so that only her elbows and shoulders held her weight, as her
heels rapidly kicked above her and her body convulsed and jerked
uncontrollably.

As she went over the top of her peak, Dennis actually felt her body
relax by the way her muscles lost control about his three fingers.
Her whole body seemed to have exploded in sweat and she looked like
she was glowing with pleasure.

Gently her son sat back, and looked down at the most beautiful woman
that he had ever known.

It was minutes later that Doris opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at
her young lover.  Though having lost the grip on her own buttocks, she
felt his finger gently moving in and out within her rectum still.
"Than you for that my love."

A wide and very happy smile came to his lips as well and he asked, "I
am not done with you yet mom."

She did not try to contain the violent shiver that shot through her
body, her heart immediately doubling in pace and her smile widened in
response.

Slowly that finger came out of her back hole and he gently lifted her
back to a sitting position.  Smoothly Dennis, still on his knees,
leaned in and brought his lips to his parents, his tongue thrusting
without pause into her mouth.  His strong arms wrapping her in a
comforting hug.

Doris enjoyed and gave the best kiss of her life, of that she was more
than certain.  Still in his kneeling position, her son's face was
lower than her own and it was strangely erotic to be able to angle her
face downward to kiss him.  Then there was the taste upon his lips,
coating his tongue - her abundant nectar.  She had always loved the
taste of her pleasure, relishing it in the highest of her masturbatory
moments, but it was always her most erotic secret.  Tasting it upon
her own son's lips, her man as she now considered him, her lover as
she hopped he though of her as, was intense and beyond words.  It was
like a dream she had never had before, coming to life.

When he finally broke the lengthy very passionate kiss, Doris caught
her son's eyes and with a firmness reminiscent of the mother that he
had grown up with asked, "Tell me what I can do to make you happy?"

This was the proof of all his hypothesis, that by giving pleasure,
even by a dominant means, that his mother would want to return it in
magnitudes.  Not only was she submitting to his wishes, but it
appeared that she wanted nothing better than to be told how to make
him 'happy'.  The way to a mans heart, as all teenagers, male and
female, know - is through his cock.  Dennis slowly stood up right
before his mother.

Time slowed as he again rose from the torrential waters of the hot
tub.  Her god stood less than an arms length from her, water rolling
from his perfect body, while his huge hard cock was a breath away from
her mouth.  She could not help but pause every muscle in her body,
including her breathing, to await her son's command - praying suddenly
to be allowed to give him the same pleasure with her mouth as he had
given her.

While Dennis looked down at his mother while she knelt transfixed on
his hard cock - a noise from toward the house caused him to look up
and directly into his fathers shocked gaze.

At that very second, with Doris feeling only the heightened passion of
the last moments, and with that perfect cock before her - she could
not control herself as she simply leaned forward, opened her mouth and
took half of her son's penis willingly.

Peter felt his hand clench his briefcase almost painfully as he heard
his son gasp with pleasure after his mom wrapped her lips about his
hard cock.  How long had they been lovers?  Been fornicating out here
where the neighbours may see them?  How long had Doris been making a
fool of him?

Dennis forced himself to smile triumphantly, though he could feel only
fear, looking directly at his father.  Both his hands grasped his
mothers small round head as he started to thrust forward.  Something
possessive had taken hold of him and it would not have helped if he
had retreated from this situation - so he did the opposite.  He had
proved to himself that he could dominate his own mother, turn her into
a submissive slut for his pleasure alone - now he had to prove it to
his father.

With a dry raspy voice, Peter was able to gasp, "The bitch is yours
Dennis."  Before turning and quickly striding from his home, unsure
what he should do about his wife having an affair with his son.  One
thing he was sure of though, the bitch would not be allowed to
embarrass him - of that he was most certain, regardless of what it
cost him.

With Dennis's two hands over her ears and the fact that Doris felt the
passion again raising within her, simply with a hard dick in her
mouth, she was deaf to the fact that her husband had just witnessed
her debauchery.  A small part of her had heard a familiar muffled
voice and instinctively knew whom it belonged too - yet nothing else
mattered to her any more, nothing but the man and his beautiful hard
cock.

Doris placed her small hands on her son's hard tight ass and grasped
him possessively as he thrust his hips back and forth, his cock moving
in and out of her mouth.  She focused all her attention on ensuring
her oral technique was the best that any man could ask for.  Nothing
else mattered to her.

When the thick muscle within her mouth began to spasm, Doris released
she was about to get her first taste of sperm and the the fact that it
was her own son's gave her nothing but pleasure.


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