Taking Mrs. Farrell

She felt his cock twitching within her, his muscles tensing as he groaned louder and louder, his hand shoving her further down then she ever thought she could take a cock, especially one so thick and long. She grumbled deep in her throat, the muscles vibrating around his head, struggling to remain breathing as she caressed him with her mouth.

'Oh yeah, Lynn(I'm gonna guess you meant Jill? Or is that his mother...?)...," he growled, "Just like that.....MMMMMM.....suck it baby.'

Everything a blurr I hardly heard anything he said, a few discernable words here and there.. Lynn was it? I didn't hear for certain and it didn't matter right now... everything was building and I didn't have time to waste on thought.

I squeeze my eyes shut tight and delve down on him... in my mind he was a mix, at first it was Armand... my lost lover... but now... now it seemed to be Gideons cock... I hadn't even noticed as they transformed.... he looked like Armand so much... thankfully her husband had never realized that... her face flushed a bit from the workload going on and on.

I felt him begin to cum and struggled to pull back from it, I was allready choking on his cock...

As the cum sprayed deep down my throat I struggled to swallow it, preventing it from going down in my lungs. I choked a bit but steadying myself I regained control and swallowed over and over the massive amounts of cum that sprayed from his young prick... it'd been so long since I'd swallowed cum.. I had to admit I enjoyed it...

'OH God LYNN !!! OH, GOD !!!'
 
OOC: Sorry about the name... you are correct it is Jill.

My cock emptied it's load deep into her throat. Blast after blast of thick jism spewed out, coating her mouth and throat. God it felt so good...

At first she seemed reluctant to swallow my warm seed, but then relented, as she had with everything else I had demanded. Although she was much older and mature than I, I knew I had something she wanted....no....needed.... and now I had control.

"Oh yeah Jill," I slurred, "swallow every fucking drop."

A thick stream of cum streamed from her mouth and down the front of her neck, as she tried in vain to consume it all. Hungrily she licked my cock and balls as my orgasm subsided, my slick cock moistening her forehead as she bathed my large scrotum of it's stickiness.

"That's it," I instructed, "make sure you get it all."

I felt the lust begin to fade... our sexual escapades succeeding in satisfying me for the time being. My once hard cock slowly began to grow flacid, even as she continued to cleanse it with her moist tongue.

With one quick motion, I pulled her head back...

"LOOK AT ME !!" I commanded.

Her beautiful brown eyes stared fearfully into mine.

"You are mine, now," I bellowed, "and you will do as I say....

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ???"
 
I licked him clean, good to the last drop... I didn't leave a spot untouched, even that under his balls, around each crevice.

I felt a quick pull at me and looked up at him, slightly irritated and very frightened,

'LOOK AT ME !!'

'You are mine, now, and you will do as I say....
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ???'

My eyes narrowed and I pulled back pulling myself up and heading quickly to the bathroom slamming the door... I looked into the mirror... my face was cum-covered, my body nude and trembling... I was almost ready to orgasm and all I'd done was suck him off... I glared at the mirror in disgust... how revolting I was... to have fucked with that little bastard... and how egotistical of him to even try to play the dominator...

I had locked the door but I heard him approach it ignoring him I plopped down on the stool and began to sob... how had I let this happen... how could this have happened... I could still taste his cum in my mouth... oh god...
 
She stormed into the master bathroom and slammed the door, locking it behind her. I knew her rage was twofold...

1.) Of course she was angered by my comments. How could a snotty little schoolkid have the balls to speak to her that way.

But more importantly:

2.) How could she have allowed herself to get involved with a snotty little schoolkid ?

I hesitated for a moment before approaching the closed door. The sound of sobbing echoed in the large room and for some strange reason I became excited by it. At first I couldn't understand my feelings. Shouldn't I feel badly at having upset her ? What kind of monster had I become ?

But then it struck me !!! I had forced her to face something that she never dreamed existed. A side that she had hidden for so long was now exposed, like a raw nerve.

Not only had she slept with another man... but it had been a man her son's age. And even worse... she had wished it were her son.

"Jill, I know you are upset right now," I spoke to the solid wooden door, "but when you calm down, we need to speak."

Her sobbing continued...

"I'm going to leave you alone... but I'll call you later."

I gathered my camera equipment and went downstairs to get the rest of my stuff. Getting dressed, I reviewed my day and couldn't help but feel deeply satisfied.

Leaving the large house and hopping into my car, I cranked the radio and drove home. God life was good !!!
 
I heard him through my sobs, through the wooden door that seperated us,

'Jill, I know you are upset right now, but when you calm down, we need to speak.'

I couldn't stop the cascade of tears, I pulled up my knees to my breasts and wrapped my arm around them tightly rocking as a child... I would be damned forever for this... and what of my family... I would never be able to face Gideon again, not without an aching and want in my loins. I could not blame Craig, it was not all his doing. I'd have to bare my own guilt.

'I'm going to leave you alone... but I'll call you later.'

I heard him gathering his things, dressing and leaving. Even after I heard the door close and the car start I couldn't move. Couldn't breath, could hardly think. My whole body was numb as I stared unseeing at the floor, my eyes glazed and lost... At that moment suicide was not far from mind... but I heard a car door close and looked anxiously at the clock on the wall.

I hurriedly got up and dressed myself refusing to think about anything... it didn't happen. I cleaned up the basement and made the bed... Oh god, we didn't use a condom! hadn't I learned... I heard a male voice outside the door... I was too far gone to be able to place it...
 
I drove home, radio cranked. My mind focusing on the amazing events of the day. Jill's reaction hadn't dampened my spirits at all.

"She'll come around," I thought to myself, glancing at the camera bag on the passenger seat. "Cause if she doesn't, I have ways of persuading her."

I knew that all the persuasion I needed was contained in that small leather bag. The photos would be incriminating enough, but those videos....

As I turned down my street, I became hard thinking about developing those pictures and viewing the tape. I knew I had something that would provide plenty of enjoyment for years to come.

Pulling into the driveway, I saw Mom's car. That was unusual. I hadn't expected her home just yet. Entering the house quietly, I snuck upstairs, trying not to draw attention to myself or the camera equipment that I had with me.

Sneaking into my room, I heard a strange noise coming from the room next door. Stashing my bag into my closet, I snuck back into the hallway and put my ear against my parents door...
 
Gideon Returns

I couldn't stand the isolation at Grandma's anymore. Promising to return later, I began driving home. Something was calling me...

I stopped at a small store and bought a Coke. For some reason, my mind was really messed up lately. I was having some really strange thoughts about my teachers ... especially Mrs. Hawkins.

Now at my age, I've been whacking off for years. But now I was thinking about a woman twice my age. How fucking weird was that ?

Hopping back into my car, I began driving. Music loud...windows down...I should be happy. It's summertime...I'm young...I'm going to college... And I'm MISERABLE !!


The drive was quick. Before I knew it, I was home.

Bounding up the stairs I begin looking for Mom.

"Hey Mom," I yell "are you home ?"
 
'Hey Mom, are you home ?'

I froze, Gideon was home... I thought he was going to be at my mothers for this weekend. I swallowed hard patting down the pillows before turning, there he was standing in the door frame.

"Gideon?"

I felt myself get wet and immediately swallowed hard, averting my eyes to the bed. That certainly didn't help, god he's my son, I've been around him so much before... but now it was different. No, I had to just relax. I smiled warmly walking awkwardly forward to give him a motherly hug,

"I didn't expect to see you home this weekend? Is everything allright?"

I put my arms around him gently, feeling his hard body pressed to mine caused me to blush fiercly, I was a wreck. I pulled away and walked around him to the hall... before turning and smiling,

"Were'nt you gonna spend this weekend with Grandma?"
 
'Hey Mom, are you home ?'

I froze, Gideon was home... I thought he was going to be at my mothers for this weekend. I swallowed hard patting down the pillows before turning, there he was standing in the door frame.

"Gideon?"

I felt myself get wet and immediately swallowed hard, averting my eyes to the bed. That certainly didn't help, god he's my son, I've been around him so much before... but now it was different. No, I had to just relax. I smiled warmly walking awkwardly forward to give him a motherly hug,

"I didn't expect to see you home this weekend? Is everything allright?"

I put my arms around him gently, feeling his hard body pressed to mine caused me to blush fiercly, I was a wreck. I pulled away and walked around him to the hall... before turning and smiling,

"Were'nt you gonna spend this weekend with Grandma?"
 
Mom looked different.

I noticed the redness in her eyes. She had obviously been crying.

"Were'nt you gonna spend this weekend with Grandma?"

I felt awkward, as if I didn't belong there. Uncomfortable in my home, with the woman who raised me.

"I..I..couldn't take it there anymore, Mom."

I watched her walk away and noticed something shiney near the dresser. While her back was turned, I picked it up. It was a roll of film.

"There's nothing to do there."

Putting it into my pocket, I followed Mom downstairs; trying to decide whether to give it to her or develop it myself.
 
Ginny Halworth

The house was empty. Craig was with his tutor and her husband, Dan was on a business trip.

Ginny finished up the dishes and did a bit of cleaning up before going upstairs to take a shower. Undressing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself critically. Not bad for an 'old lady', she thought to herself.

The years (and gravity) had not been unkind to her. Forty six! Where had time gone? Not that she hadn't had fun getting here... she had. It was just that she felt something was lacking. She had a good love life with Dan, but he was older than her and away so much. And she needed... more...

Ginny felt the familiar stirring between her legs and smiled. Pulling a out a box from the bottom of the closet, she opened it. Videos. Her videos. She shuffled through them. Yes. This one is always a turn-on, Ginny thought as she popped it into the VCR and made herself comfortable on the bed.

The scene unfolded slowly. Two men. One woman. She was on her knees, his swollen cock buried in her mouth as the second man screwed her from behind. Ginny's hand slid between her legs, parting her outer lips. Slipping deeper, her fingers slowly trailing through the warm wetness.

"Fuck me, baby... Harder... Ooooooh... "

The sound of her own voice coming from the screen excited her. She wondered what Dan would think if he knew she had been screwing two of his best buddies. Mmm... and they were the best.

A sudden noise from the hall distracted her for a moment, but Ginny ignored it. She was too close to cumming to care as she buried two fingers in her aching pussy and rubbed her clit with the fingers from her other hand.
 
'I..I..couldn't take it there anymore, Mom.'

I began to walk down the hall,

"Come with me, I'll fix some supper."

I continued glancing back once,

"What was wrong?"

He muttered something about being bored, nothing to do. I smiled softly, I could give him something to do. I immediately chastised myself, what was I thinking. My face turned flush and I hurried down the stairs awkwardly refusing to look as he followed me down.

"What would you like honey?"
 
Pressing my ear to the door, I heard what sounded like moaning coming from inside the master bedroom. As I tried to press closer, the door swung slightly open. My heart pounded heavily in my chest, hoping that mom wouldn't catch me spying. I waited for what seemed like an eternity before feeling confident enough to move again.

Turning my head, I positioned an eye to the slight crack between the door and the frame. From this angle I could see the TV and immediately discovered the source of the strange sounds.

The image of a very attractive woman, giving oral sex to a man flashed on the screen. She sucked hungrily on his large penis, bobbing up and down and stroking it with her small hand.

"Ummm...that's it baby....ummmm....suck my cock," he boomed.

She seemed more than willing to comply; increasing the pace...

I felt my cock hardening, wondering what my mother would be doing watching a porno flick. And the weird thing about this one was that it seemed almost like an amateur video.

Another man now appeared, kneeling behind the woman. He was obviously positioning himself to enter her from the rear.

She continued sucking the first man's cock and then flinched as the second obviously penetrated her...

Taking my eyes momentarily from the TV, I caught a sight that really made me hard. From my vantage point, I saw a reflection in the mirror, of my mother, totally naked....masturbating on her bed.

Her hand moved slowly between her legs, slipping two fingers into her slippery vagina. Her eyes stared at the scene on television, seemingly entranced my what she was witnessing.

"Oh yeah...take my cock...take it all, Ginny......"

The sound of the man in the video using my mother's name snapped my attention back to the tv.

OH MY GOD !!! That was my mom, obviously much younger....but still.... And where was dad ?
 
Gideon

As I followed mom downstairs, I couldn't help myself feeling something was very different about her. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I definitely sensed something.

Walking behind her, I watched her ass sway from side to side. Although I always felt guilty, I often found myself studying mom. I could see exactly what dad had seen in her. I mean she still looked good at her age. When my friends came over, I always catch them checking her out.

I tried to clear the disturbing thoughts from my head and act normally.

"I don't care what you make," I responded to her question. "You know I love everything you make."

As I walked, I played with the small film roll in my pocket. "Pobably some dumb photos of her garden or something," I thought to myself. "Oh well, I'll find out soon enough."
 
'I don't care what you make. You know I love everything you make.'

I smiled chuckling slightly,

"I know."

I turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek, perhaps lingering a bit longer than I should. I drew back and inches from his face I felt the pressure boiling inside... oh how I wanted to kiss those soft... full lips of his. I started to then pulled back spinning quickly on my heels and making a run for the kitchen.

My face was flush and I ran my fingers over my forehead anxiously.

"Gideon..."

I whispered it quietly to myself...

"What did he do to me...?"

I hurriedly began pulling things out of the fridge. I heard Gideon behind me but couldn't bare to look at him again... I refuse. I smiled as I pulled the carrots onto the chopping board, I began cutting them quickly trying to think of nothing else tears welling up in my eyes as memories of what had happened not more than a couple hours ago... not even that... began to resurface. My shoulders shook as I fought hard to regain my composure.
 
Gideon

Mom's lips on my cheek felt warm and soft. For a moment, our eyes met and I saw something very different reflected back. And then she was back to making dinner.

As she bent over to open the vegetable drawer of the refrigerator, I again studied her ass. The material of her slacks outlined her figure which was still very nice for a woman of her age. I felt a stirring in my jeans and immediately refocused my attention.

Taking a deep breath, I tried making conversation.

"I hope Grandma isn't upset that I left, but I was so bored. I mean what is there for me to do out there ?"

As I turned back, I noticed mom crying. Her back was to me, but I could see her shoulders moving with the silent sobs that she tried desperately to hide.

"Mom, are you alright ?" I said, moving over and wrapping my arms around her.
 
"I'm fine honey. I..I.."

I coughed trying to regain myself, wiping my eyes with my sleeve.

"I've had a rough day, I'm just a little stressed, ignore me love."

I pressed my palms against the cold of the counter, feeling the chill invading the warmth of my hands, relieving the burning fever Craig had cursed me with.
 
Gideon

Mom was definitely not alright. I never remember her crying in front of us. It felt so weird watching her, trying to regain her composure.

I stood beside her, trying to figure out what could have caused her to behave this way. She seemed so...flustered...so...confused.

"Hey Mom," I said, placing my hand on her shoulder and pulling her close. "Why don't we rent a movie tonight and curl up on the couch the way we used to."

Mom and I have always been close and one of our favorite things to do was to rent a couple of scary movies and watch them together. It had been quite a while since the last time, but I thought maybe it would cheer her up.

"I heard about a really good one that I don't think you've seen yet."

I held her close, moving to kiss her cheek. As I approached, she turned and our lips touched...very briefly...but it felt so different...so weird...so good...

I stepped away, explaining that I had some things to do before dinner. Taking the steps two at a time I bolted down the basement stairs, the roll of film still in my pocket.
 
"I'm sorry, That sounds wonderful... We'll do that." I turned to face him and as I did his lips meant mine. Again I lingered too long. My heart ached... and yearned for him to hold me, to kiss me again. I let my head sink nodding as he hurried back from me.

"Ok... I'll I'll be done... in about an hour. You can get the movies k hon?"

He nodded and hurried out and I felt eternally guilty, for the pleasure I had from kissing him and from the way I'd made the entire scene so uncomfortable.
 
I shook my head as I flicked on the light at the bottom of the stairs and headed toward the darkroom. There was something weird going on inside my brain and I wasn't sure if I liked it. I mean, why in the hell was I sporting a hard-on from an innocent kiss from mom ? I know she's still in great shape and all, but come on !!

As I turned the corner, I noticed something that just didn't seem right. Mom had always been ultra clean - almost a neat freak. But there, on the floor lay a sweater and a pair of mom's panties. And what happened to the desk that was always so meticulously arranged ?

Feeling a certain eeriness, I slipped into the darkroom and began working on the film. As I waited for the chemicals to do their magic, I started flipping through the piles of photos that mom stored in there.

A pile of shots from our favorite amusement park.

A group from my 16th birthday party.

Another set from the cottage.

Each collection bringing back happy memories from the past.

Finding a smaller envelope, I smiled. These must be some of mom's "glamour" shots for dad. She's dressed up in the first few, playing for the camera.

But then...

She's taking off her clothes.

And ....Oh my God !!

The tingling in my cock is getting more intense.... Mom is now totally naked and she's...she's...touching herself.

My hand slips inside my shorts and begins stroking my hard penis.
 
I finally finished supper, my mind rolling all the time over what it would be like to bed my own son, to have his hard youthful cock fucking me over and over and begging him onward, screaming encouragment, to here is tender voice forcing me to take more in... I grew wet at the thought. I chastised myself away trying to think of something... anything else... the morgage... supper... my husband... anything, the only thing that gave me a moments rest from Gid was Craig... and it really wasn't much different because Craig always merged into Gideon somehow.

"Suppers done!"

I called down, damn my voice was shaky... I pulled out the dinner trays and placed the food on them. I was still really wet so i quickly went to the bathroom for some really quick relief. I sat on the toilet and pulled my panties to my knees, my finger delving in to satisfy some lust. I found myself whispering Gideons name over and over as I imagined him fucking me.. I hadn't realized the door was unlocked.
 
Mom looked younger, but there was no doubt that it was her. As I flipped through the last few photos I saw mom in a way I had never imagined. My hand continued stroking my cock. How crazy was this ? Me masturbating to pictures of my own mother !!!

Trying to control myself, I pulled my shorts up and put the envelope back where it belonged. Hurrying to finish developing the film, I began printing the photos. As each image came to life before me, I found my heart pounding and my cock throbbing even harder. These too were photos of mom, but obviously much more recent.

"Supper's done !"

I heard her calling from upstairs, but couldn't stop what I was doing. I studied each photo carefully, wondering who had taken them. Mom was lying on her desk, posing seductively...and again masturbating. My hand found my cock...stroking...fantasizing...mom on her back...taking me inside...

"Oh God," I moaned. I should stop ! This is so wrong ! But I can't.

My hand moves faster and my mind races.....

"Oh yeah, mom. Take my cock...Take it..."
 
I groaned but realizing he'd be up any minute I reluctantly jerked my fingers back and resituated my clothes.

"Gideon, Did you here me?"

I went to the top of the stairs, and saw his back, his elbow was shaking rapidly, he appeared to be jerking off... my teeth clenched my hand again went down the front of my skirt, teasing my clit through the soft fabric of my underwear, watching...

"Oh... Gid..."

My voice was gruff almost a whisper as I began to hear his words...


"Take it mom... take it..."

He was fantiscizing about me too... god this couldn't be happening it was a dream... a nightmare... I didn't know which but I couldn't stop as my hand slipped underneath, feeling the damp skin and soft hairs underneath.

"Oh give it to me Gideon..."

My eyes closed slowly.

"Oh yeah, take me... take your mother..."

I didn't mean to be that loud, but my mind was in euphoria, hardly able to think outside of the feelings that were rushing throug me. That is until I heard more shuffling below... Oh my God! he was getting up... I'd let myself slip away.

I hurried to the living room adjusting my clothes and sitting in front of the pulled out tvtrays. My face a bright crimson of shame and embarassment... he'd of course not heard me... right... well...

I must have imagined it... damn, that fling earlier was getting to me and so quickly... allready having fantasies... it was going to ruin my life... imagining things like that... and about my son! I pulled a pillow up onto my lap nervously, as I heard him coming up the stairs. My fingers neading the soft fabric, my muscles tense.
 
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