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Caught with his Pants Down Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Taming The Rage

When Gloria Carter rang the doorbell at her son and ex-husband's house and received no answer it annoyed her. She did not like being ignored and she had very special plans for her and her son that day. She was going to do something which would change both of their lives forever.

When she tried to determine if anyone was home by checking the garage and found both cars present it caused her concern.

When she tried the doorbell again, still received no answer then found the door unlocked she began to seriously worry.

When she heard what she took for moans and whimpers of pain coming from the second floor it frightened her.

When she realized that the moans and whimpers were those of passion rather than pain she was relived but annoyed.

When she figured out that one of the voices from upstairs was some woman and the other was her son, Tony DeWitt, Gloria became angry.

When she found out that the woman with whom her son was in bed was her ex-husband's wife and Tony's step-mother, Katie DeWitt, Gloria went into a blind rage.

"Anthony Bernard DeWitt," she shouted, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

It was the second time in three days that Tony had heard a woman shout those words. The last time it had been Katie who had used the sentence as a ruse to get her hands on his big dick. This time he knew it was no ruse. He knew that voice all too well.

"Mom?" he squeaked from beneath his buxom step-mother.

"Gloria!" Katie said with genuine shock as she slid off of her lover.

Upon seeing his mother in a blind rage Tony's ten and three quarter inch dick shrank down to almost nothing. After Katie slid off of him he hugged his knees to his chest rolling himself into a fetal ball.

"This is absolutely unbelievable!" Gloria shouted, "What's wrong with you?" she demanded to know, seemingly from nobody in particular.

Katie started walking toward the older woman.

"Gloria, listen," she started to say.

The livid mother cut her off at the knees saying, "I'll be waiting downstairs. You have five minutes to make yourselves decent, at which point you had damned well better have a good explanation for this!"

Then she turned on her heel and stalked out of the room.

"Bitch!" Katie muttered.

It wasn't until she turned back toward the bed that she saw the shape her lover was in. She rushed to him. She tried to put her arms around him, but that turned out to be nearly impossible while he was wrapped up in that tight, little ball.

She settled for stroking his dark brown hair and saying, "It's going to be all right, honey."

"No it won't," he said in a small voice.

Katie suddenly realized that he was actually crying.

She put her hand on his shoulder comfortingly and said softly, "We'll be all right. But, you have to let go of your knees first."

He shook his head.

"Anthony," she said soothingly, but firmly, "We can't solve anything if you're going to try to hide inside yourself like that. Uncoil."

He looked up at her. She saw unbridled terror in his eyes. She had never liked Gloria or the way she treated Anthony. But, until that moment, it had never occurred to her how deeply the older woman was cutting her son. She wondered what kind of monster one would have to be to inspire this kind of extreme response to one angry outburst.

"Uncoil yourself," she said again, "Please? For me?"

Slowly Anthony released his knees and extended his legs. He turned to Katie and threw his arms around her hugging her tightly like a drowning man hugging a life preserver.

The more he cried the angrier she became. There was no damned reason that one person should be able to do this to another. Katie was determined to do something about it.

She tried to remember all of the things that she knew for certain about Gloria, added in the things that she had managed to guess, and came up with a plan. It was crazy almost to the point of stupidity. It would either work brilliantly or blow up in their faces. But, at this point there didn't seem to be much left to lose.

"Anthony," she asked, looking into his eyes, "do you trust me?"

He nodded.

"Good," she said, "I want you to get up and put some pants."

He nodded.

"Nothing else," she continued, "No socks, no shoes, no underwear," then she thought for a moment and added, "and no belt."

Anthony knew Katie well enough to know that she was very good at thinking on her feet. She had a knack finding creative ways to solve problems.

"What's that supposed to achieve?" he asked, slowly regaining some level of normality.

"Trust me on this one," she said, "It just might be a game changer."

Anthony nodded dubiously.

"Good" Katie said, "I'm going to go downstairs first and have a little talk with her. In a little while I'll call you down. When I do I want you to do exactly what I tell you without question. Understand?"

"What are you going to ask me to do?" He asked carefully.

Katie dodged the question by asking, "Do you understand?"

"Yes," he said.

She cupped his face in her hands and said earnestly, "Promise me you'll do it?"

"Katie, I..." he began to say. She silenced him with a kiss.

"Promise me," she repeated.

Anthony looked in his lover's eyes and saw a fire and anger there that he had never seen before. He didn't know what she was up to, but what he saw in her eyes made him think that, whatever it was, she just might pull it off. He'd regained enough presence of mind to realize that, for the first time in his life, someone was offering him a chance to fight back against his mother. Whatever she was planning it beat the hell out of rolling up in that ball and crying.

"Okay," he said, "I promise."

"Good," Katie said with a smile.

She kissed him again.

Anthony hugged her tightly and said, "I don't know what you're planning, but be careful." He pulled back enough to look her in the eye and add, "Mom doesn't surrender and she takes no prisoners."

Katie pulled him back and gave him a deep, tongue dancing kiss.

"I will," she said. Then she ran off to grab a robe before going down to confront Gloria.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Gloria was becoming more annoyed and anxious by the minute. She knew that she had already handled this badly. She had let her anger get the better of her. She knew how Tony would react. It was a given that he had wrapped himself into a little ball and was crying. He was a spineless, dickless little shit like his father. She had plans that would change that as of that day.

Katie was another matter. Gloria had never expressed any particular level of anger in the younger woman's presence. She had no idea how Katie would react. She would have to play this carefully.

She removed her suit jacket and placed it carefully on the arm of the sofa. Then she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse to reveal a generous amount of her deep cleavage.

She was always very careful of her clothing. She had her suits tailored to her precise specifications. They were designed to appear, at first glance, like severe business suits. However, they were cut to hug and accentuate every curve of her body. It kept male, and many female, colleagues and adversaries just off balance enough for her to grab the high ground in most negotiations.

She didn't know if Katie swung that way, but it never hurt to have all available weapons at the ready.

She glance at her watch and scowled. She had clearly said "five minutes". Fifteen had passed since she said it. She was going to have to take her son and his step-mother to task for keeping her waiting.

As Katie walked into the room she smiled and said, "I guess we owe you an apology," she said sweetly.

Before coming downstairs she had run quickly to her room and grabbed the first robe she saw in the closet. It turned out to be an annoying choice from Gloria's point of view. Its general function was to look revealing without actually looking slutty. To Gloria's eyes it was way past that.

"We sort of forgot that it was Sunday and that you would be coming to visit," Katie finished.

"That is painfully obvious," Gloria said sternly.

"I guess," Katie continued, "but, as you saw, we were a bit," she paused as though she was trying to think of exactly the right word to use, "preoccupied."

"At the very least," said the older woman indignantly, "You were having sex with my son and it is going stop immediately!"

"What makes you think that you have anything to say about it?" the younger woman asked.

"He's my son!" Gloria exclaimed.

"So," Katie asked offhandedly.

"He's only eighteen years old!" Gloria nearly shouted.

"Said the cougar," Katie shot back, "How many eighteen year olds did you fuck last week?"

For one rare moment Gloria was at a loss for a quick answer. The impertinence and suddenness of the question came as a conversational sucker punch.

After a long silence Gloria growled through clenched teeth, "My love life is none of you damned business!"

"And mine is none of yours," Katie answered calmly.

Gloria stood up and shouted, "It is when it concerns my son!"

"Your son," Katie said evenly, "as you have pointed out, is eighteen. That makes him a consenting adult. He's free to have sex with any other consenting adult he likes," Then she smiled with exaggerated sweetness adding, "and I consent to him a lot!"

Anthony had thrown on a pair of jeans as soon as Katie had left his room. He had since been standing at the top of the stairs listening to Katie and his mother. He was grinning ear to ear.

Katie's last crack had the desired effect. It brought Gloria's self-righteous indignation up to full boil.

"I demand that you stop having sex with my son, effective immediately!" Gloria shouted.

"I demand," Katie said evenly, "that you sit down, and shutup!"

"How dare you speak to me in that tone?" Gloria yelled lividly.

"I said shutup!" the younger woman shouted.

Gloria stared slack-jawed at Katie. The inferno of rage in the younger woman's eyes frightened her. The sheer force and enormity of it made a tsunami look like splashing in the bathtub. She sat, remained silent, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"I've had it with you!" Katie said, her own anger finally boiling over, "You stomp in here, every Sunday afternoon, acting like visiting your son was some sort of unpleasant, dirty task you were forced to perform. You bombard him with sarcasm and intimidation, treat his father like shit, and treat me like a servant.

Well it's going to stop! It stops here. It stops now."

She leaned over the Gloria until they were nearly nose to nose. She made her next statement in a clipped and precise manner.

Biting off every syllable she said, "You will not hurt Anthony anymore!" She stood up abruptly and said, "Have I made myself quite clear?"

Gloria nodded mutely. She was visibly trembling. It had been a long time since she had seen such unbridled fury. She decided that the woman was clearly insane. She was probably dangerous. She tried desperately to think of a way to escape the clutches of this madwoman. She had to get out of there to tell the police, tell someone!

Katie turned sharply on her heel to walk away. Gloria flinched at the sudden motion. The move didn't escape Katie's notice.

"Maybe I've gone too far," she thought.

Taking a closer look at Gloria confirmed the thought. Though the older woman was gamely trying to maintain her haughty demeanor, she was clearly rattled. Her eyes reflected fear similar to what she had just seen in Anthony's eyes.

It startled Katie. She hadn't realized the depth of her own anger. She certainly hadn't thought herself capable of evoking this sort of reaction from someone as formidable as Gloria Carter. Yet, while she regretted the fear she had driven into the woman, it was giving her what she had come downstairs intending to achieve. Katie had complete control of the situation. She knew that she was rationalizing, but she couldn't help thinking that there was a certain justice at work here.

As Katie struggled with herself and her ethics, Gloria made her decision for her.

"There was no intent to hurt the boy," Gloria said.

That set Katie's anger off again. She had always despised the use of the passive voice. People who used it usually did so to absolve themselves of responsibility for their actions. She couldn't let that pass.

She answered Gloria with one word, "Bullshit!"

The flames of anger returned to her eyes. They weren't burning as fiercely as they had earlier, but they were enough to keep Gloria at bay.

"Get a hold of yourself, Gloria," the ex-wife thought, "You've underestimated this woman. It's not the first time you've made that kind of mistake. It probably won't be the last. That's no excuse for sitting here trembling like a child.

There's always a way to win. You just need to calm yourself down enough to find it."

She decided that it was time to change the subject and tone of the conversation. She racked her brain for another tangential subject. Then she realized that something was missing from her usual Sunday visits.

"Where is Roger?" she asked.

The question caught Katie unawares. It seemed to come out of the blue. After her initial surprise she recognized the question for what it was, the old "change the subject" gambit. Still, she saw no harm in answering it.

"He's out of town on business," she said.

That struck Gloria as very odd. Roger almost never took business trips. He wasn't high enough up in the company he worked for to be worth sending anywhere. This might be something she could use.

"Where?" Gloria asked.

"He's attending a marketing conference in Cincinnati," Katie replied.

The mention of that city was setting off several alarm bells in the back of Gloria's mind. She couldn't quite place what they meant. This annoyed her given that she usually had an extraordinary memory for details that others had long forgotten. She considered it one of her great strengths. She wrote her lapse off to the stress of the moment. She could always make a few phone calls to find out what it was when she got home. She was, however, quite certain that there was something about Cincinnati that she could use to reestablish long-term, absolute control with her son and his step-mother.

"Katie," she said after a long silence, "I can readily understand why you would cheat on Roger. He's not exactly a sexual dynamo."

"Gloria," Katie said feigning shock, "how can you say such a thing? I would never have taken you as someone with a gift for understatement."

Gloria looked incredulously at Katie for what seemed like an eternity. Then she did something she had rarely ever done in her entire life. She burst into gales of laughter. Perhaps it was just the tension of the last half-hour. Perhaps it was finally being with someone who knew exactly what she was talking about when she referred to Roger's sexual inadequacy. Whatever the reason it broke the tension. She could calm down and be herself again.

"You have a very sharp and quick wit, young lady," she said when her mirth finally wound down.

"Thank you," Katie said, with an exaggerated, theatrical bow.

"The point is, why cheat on your husband with my son?" Gloria said, finishing her original thought.

"Would you rather that I go out to single's bars picking up strange men?" Katie answered, "That's a great way to bring home trouble and diseases."

"Valid point," Gloria said with a nod.

Gloria sat seeming to be lost in thought for a moment and said, "I hope that you won't take this personally, but I had rather hoped for a different sort of sexual education for him."

"What do you mean?" Katie asked.

"Well," Gloria said, "my plan was for him to learn from someone with," she paused while searched for exactly the right phrase, "more experience with young men his age."

Katie was about to nod in assent when her eye went wide with shock. It suddenly dawned on her what Gloria was desperately trying not to say.

The two women locked eyes. Gloria suddenly knew that she had revealed too much. Katie knew.

The older woman tried to recover control by saying, "Don't be absurd! That would be incest! It would be absolutely wrong!"

"I didn't actually say anything, Gloria," Katie responded.

"Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" Gloria thought, "How could I have stepped into such an obvious trap? She's kept me off balance since I arrived. How could she do that?"

Katie could feel her ire rising. She knew that she should rein it in, redirect it into something positive. For the first time in her life she didn't want to. There was a nagging thought in the back of her head that, in this case, it might even be counter-productive.

She turned to Gloria and said in an emotionless tone which belied the inferno inside her, "You are the most appalling parody of a human being that I have ever seen. It's all about control for you. Isn't it?"

"What else is there?" The older woman said self-protectively.

"The fact that you asked that question shows how truly fucking pathetic you are," Katie answered.

"Now, just one minute, young lady..." Gloria started to say.

"Shut up!" Katie pronounced it very distinctly as two words, biting off each syllable.

As before, that clipped delivery had its Pavlovian effect on the older woman. Her eyes widened in fear.

"You steamroll over everyone and everything," Katie yelled, no longer able or willing to contain her rage, "my husband, me, your business, your parade of cougar cubs..."

Gloria was hugging herself tightly.

"...right down to something as intimate and personal as your son's sexuality!"

Katie leaned down until her face was scant inches away from her lover's tormentor.

"Are you insane?" Katie screamed at the top of her lungs.

Gloria's body stiffened as she yelped in terror. Her breathing was coming in short gasps and her eyes were moistening. She fought back the tears, fearful of what might happen if she began weeping. She began to draw her knees up toward her torso.

Katie pushed the older woman's knees back down. She was no longer rational. She was completely possessed by her own wrath.

"Don't hurt me," Gloria whimpered, "Please, don't hurt me."

"Why shouldn't I?" Katie said in a voice suddenly cold as an arctic wind.

"You don't understand," Gloria whined the through the tears she could no longer restrain.

"Make me understand," Katie said with blood freezing glare, "Explain it to me."

"I didn't *gasp* want him to be like *sniffle* other men," said Gloria in a frightened whisper.

"You mean like his father?" Katie shot back.

Gloria nodded weakly.

"Whatever sexual difficulties Roger may have," Katie said, "Roger DeWitt is one of the kindest, smartest, most compassionate men I know. He's second only to his son, Anthony. You'd know that if you weren't so busy trying seize control of them.

Anthony doesn't need your teaching. He doesn't need your tutelage. He's better off not learning your insanity.

And there's one way in which Anthony is very different from his father. Do you want to know what that is? Do you care?"

Gloria nodded.

Katie walked to the bottom of the stairs and called out, "Anthony, would you come down here, please?"

As Anthony strode into the room, Gloria realized that there was something very different about him. It took her a moment to figure it out. He wasn't slouching. He was standing as straight and tall as his five foot five stature would allow. She suddenly recognized his proud, confident stance. It was certainly not his father's stance. It was the bearing of her father. Anthony stood next to his step-mother with the same self-certainty and boldness that had made Gloria, through her adolescence, love her father almost to the point of worship, and fear him like no other.
Katie unbuttoned her man's jeans and pulled down the zipper.

"This," she said to Gloria, "is the major difference between father and son."

Then she yanked his trousers down to his knees.

Gloria's jaw dropped. She had always assumed that, since the Anthony's general bodily proportions were nearly identical to her ex-husband's, that his penis would be similarly sized. What she saw was a hunk of impossibly thick man meat that hung down between his legs nearly six inches even though it was still soft.

She wanted to shout, "Oh my fucking god!" but she was so shocked that she couldn't get her voice to work. She ended up just mouthing the words.

When the initial shock wore off and she finally found her voice she croaked out, "How big...?" the sentence trailed of as she stared at the huge appendage and the startlingly massive balls that hung below it, with an equal measures of fascination, lust, and apprehension.

"Ten and three quarter inches when it's hard," Katie said smugly.

Gloria's mouth began to water, her vagina began to moisten, and her nipples began to harden. It was the same size as the beloved pleasure pole her father had used on her. He used to fuck her so wonderfully with it. Sometimes he would put it between her big tits and hump them until he spurted all over her chin and cleavage. Frequently she would be able to catch some of his loving liquid in her mouth as he did it. What she liked best of all was when he would let her suck it. Her proudest moment, as a teen, had been the first time that she had successfully deep throated the entire shaft. She still remembered how he had bellowed with joy as he shot his paternal essence directly into her stomach. When he finished he stroked her cheek, looking down at her with the love that only a father can give his daughter, and told what a good girl she was.

But, while her father's cock could be an instrument of pleasure it could also be an instrument of punishment. His anger terrified her because when he was angry he would shove it into her ass. He never used any sort of lubrication. He would just ram it home. She would scream and cry from the pain, but that just made him fuck her harder.

She could still remember him yelling, "You have been a bad girl!" He would shout each syllable in time with each thrust of his weapon of retribution through her helpless rosebud.

He would grip her butt cheeks in his ham hock-like hands so hard that the pain of his grip would sometimes eclipse the pain in her asshole. Then he would brutally spank her as he fucked. He would end the punishment by calling her filthy names until he filled her bowels with his scorching, liquid ire.

Within an hour he would always return with apologies and tender caresses. He would kiss and lick the place where he had hurt her. Then he would turn her over to lick her pussy.

He would stick one, maybe two of his thick fingers into her while he licked, nibbled, and sucked her clit. When he thought that she was almost ready to climax her would fuck her slowly and lovingly until she screamed with pleasure instead of pain as an orgasm took hold of her.

Two weeks after her twentieth birthday he was killed in an auto crash. She cried for weeks. Even though she had never admitted it to herself, she had been searching for another cock that could love her like Daddy's ever since.

The impressive tool dangling between her son's legs wasn't, as she had expected, her ex-husband's pathetic, little penis. It was her father's cock.

For a long time nobody said a word. The only sound was Gloria's increasingly labored breathing as she gazed at the slowly lengthening facsimile of her beloved father. Her massive breasts heaved with the effort. She licked her lips as she longingly stared at her son's manhood.

"Why don't you go stand in front of her," Katie said, "and give a closer look?"

Anthony didn't move.

"Yes," said Gloria huskily, "Please, let me see it closer." She managed to stop herself before she accidently added the word, "Daddy."

"No," said Anthony.

He pointed toward the kitchen and told Katie, "We need to talk."

His woman looked up at him questioningly.

"Now," Anthony said firmly.

Katie turned to Gloria as she got up to leave. "Don't you dare move!" she shouted.

She needn't have bothered. Gloria had no desire to go anywhere before she got her mouth on that magnificent fuckpole.

In the kitchen Katie said impatiently, "What are you doing? We can't stop now. We have that bitch right where we want her."

Anthony put his hand on her cheek and caressed it lovingly.

"Are you listening to yourself?" he said, "Do really understand what it is you're doing?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Katie said angrily.

"I've been listening to the whole thing from the top of the stairs," Anthony said, "I don't quite know how it happened, but somewhere along the line you stopped being Katie."

"What?" Katie said incredulously, "That's ridiculous. I'm still me."

"No," said Anthony with deep concern, "You're not. I don't know if you just gave in to your anger or what. But, at some point in the last twenty minute you became calculating and controlling just like my mother."

"No," Katie protested, "I couldn't have!"

Anthony ignored her and continued, "I know that you did it trying to protect me, and I love you for that."

Katie stared at him with her eyes wide. Did he just say what she thought he said?

"But, this isn't you," he said, "This is someone else. This is someone who knows nothing but anger and revenge. It's scaring my mother. But, it's scaring me, too."

He wrapped his arms around her protectively and said, "I don't want that angry woman. I want my Katie back."

She threw her arms tightly around her man. She could feel his strength flowing into her through the embrace. She began to cry as the reality of the last twenty minutes came crashing down on her.

She knew that Anthony was wrong. She hadn't given in to her anger. She had let it possess her. She had let it drive all rational thought or compassion from her. She had actually begun to enjoy Gloria's terror.

As she convulsed with sobs her man stroked her hair and told her that it would be allright. She buried her face in his shoulder as she cried. She had gone to save him from his mother and, in turn, he had saved her from herself. She hugged him more tightly. She never wanted to let him go.

"I love you," she mumbled into his collar bone.

He put a hand under her chin and gently raised her head until their eyes met.

"I love you, too." He said.

Their kiss was slow and tender. Each could feel their strength flowing into the other and back again until both strengths became one. They knew that they would never part.

When they finished Katie said, "We still have one outstanding problem."

"Mother," said Anthony.

Meanwhile, Gloria had begun wonder exactly how Anthony would fuck her. Would he be quick and utilitarian like Roger, or leisurely and loving like Daddy? When she sucked him would he go off in minutes like most of her cougar cubs, or last seemingly forever like Daddy?

What was taking them so long? What we they talking about? What were they doing? Were they having sex in there? Was her son wasting his powerful tool on that slut.

Gloria had come here to save her son from becoming his father. That slimy skank of a step-mother had actually become angry about that.

When she remembered the anger she froze. She had only ever seen that kind of rage in one other person.

What we they saying in there? Was that worthless tramp turning her son against her? Was she making him angry, too?

Her breathing almost stopped when she wondered, "If he's angry, will he want punish me like Daddy did?"

Without conscious thought she did something that she hadn't done in thirty-one years. She sat on her hands as though to protect herself from the feared retribution.

Katie and Anthony were still trying to decide what to do next.

"Look," Katie said earnestly, "I know that what I did was completely crazy and wrong. But, we can't change that. We have to take the situation as it is."

"You're right," Anthony said with frustrated sigh, "I'm just not sure about this, though. I mean, we're talking about incest here."

"That was inevitable anyway," said Katie, "Your mother came here today with the specific intent of taking your virginity. There's no way around that.

Gloria wasn't going to leave here until she fucked you. Even if we managed to get her to go away right now she still wouldn't give us any peace until she got what she wanted."

"Especially now that she's seen me naked," Anthony added.

"Exactly," said Katie, "So, it's not a matter of doing it or not doing it. It's a matter when and on whose terms."

Anthony shook his head in resignation and said, "I guess now is as good a time as any."

Katie kissed him and said, "Will you stop acting like you've just volunteered to be executed?"

"Katie," he said with exasperation, "I'm about to go into the next room and fuck my mother. That's not something that people normally do. Normal people try to avoid doing things like that," then added, "if they even think about it at all."

"Since when has this been a normal family?" Katie asked, raising one eyebrow.

"You're sarcasm doesn't change anything," he said.

"Will you just stop?" she said impatiently, "Besides, it's not like she's ugly. As much as I dislike her I have to admit that she's a damned good looking woman. I'll bet that there are men who would saw off their left leg for an hour with her. Then there's her, shall we say, considerable experience. She's probably forgotten more about sex than either of us will ever know. You may actually have a good time."

With a somewhat tentative smile he asked, "So, how do I go about this?"

"Take command like you do with me," she said.

"She's going to follow my orders?" he inquired skeptically.

"I saw the hunger in her eyes when I dropped your pants, Lover," she said with a wicked grin, as she reached down to stroke him lightly, "I think that she'll do just about anything to get her hands on this beautiful piece meat."

She let go of his dick and pushed him toward the livingroom and his waiting mother saying, "We'll pick up where we left of and improvise from there."

The entered the room resuming previous positions, Katie sitting on the opposite end of the couch from Gloria and Anthony standing next to her.

"Now," said Katie, "Where were we?" She pretended to give it a moment's thought then said, "Ah, yes. Anthony, I think that you were about to give Gloria a closer look at that big, thick cock." She slowly drew out the last three words.

Gloria smiled in anticipation.

"Actually," the man said, "You had asked me to do that and I had said that I wouldn't."

Gloria's smile disappeared.

"Right," said Katie, "I stand corrected."

"You're sitting down," said Anthony.

"Allright," she responded, "I sit corrected." Then she gave one of his butt cheeks a playful squeeze and said, "Smartass!"

"Some part of me had to be," said her man with a smirk.

While the loving couple had been conferring in the kitchen Gloria had managed to regain some semblance of her equilibrium and decorum.

She said sternly, "Are you two going spend the rest of the day bantering?"

"Why not?" Katie said, "It's fun."

"Because I have other things to do and other people to see," Gloria said indignantly, "I've already spent a good deal more time here than I had planned."

"Well," said Anthony, "We're sorry to have imposed upon your valuable time. We won't keep you any longer. The door is that way." He pointed toward the front hallway.

"Don't be impertinent. You know very well what I mean. Now, come here immediately!" the mother demanded.

"No," said the son flatly.

"Don't you dare disobey me!" she shouted, "I'm your mother and you will do as you're told."

"I think that Anthony has made it pretty clear that he doesn't want to," said Katie.

"You stay out of this, you worthless, thieving trollop!" Gloria nearly roared, "Don't think for one minute that you can order me about just because you stole my son's virginity from me!"

"From you?" Katie asked, not believing what she had just heard.

"Yes, from me!" Gloria went on loudly, "I'm his mother! It was mine to take! It was my duty to take it. It is the pinnacle of depraved evil that I should have been prevented from fulfilling my responsibility to my only child by some rancid slut!"

"That tears it," said Anthony, "Katie, would you hand me my trousers, please?"

Katie complied.

"Wait!" the mother shouted, "What are you doing?"

"I won't tolerate having you say things like that about Katie," he said angrily, "or anyone else for that matter, not while I'm able to stop it. We're done here. Leave! Now!"

As Anthony began to put his pants on his mother stopped him with words she almost choked on, "I apologize, Katie. I shouldn't have said that."

Anthony handed his trousers back to Katie as his loving woman said, "Apology accepted."

"Thank you," Gloria muttered.

"Let's start again. Mother," Anthony said, "What's all this nonsense about duty?"

"Duty is not nonsense," Gloria said resolutely, "It is my responsibility, as your mother, to teach you the ways of the world, and specifically the ways of women."

"Really," Katie and Anthony said in unison.

"Well, of course!" Gloria said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"So that's a justification for incest?" Anthony asked.

"The concept of incest is a ludicrous fiction," His mother declared adamantly.

"What?" he asked.

"It's a ludicrous fiction," she repeated, "It is an arbitrarily constructed, narrow, lower-class pseudo-ethic designed to give the poor and middle classes an excuse to avoid conducting themselves in a responsible and truly moral manner."

Katie rolled her eyes. Anthony squinted.

"Even at that," said Anthony, "I live with a woman who is very beautiful, very loving, and, I have to say, very horny who is willing to fuck me into oblivion at the drop of a hat. Can you give me one good reason why I should also have sex with you?"

Gloria smiled coquettishly as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse and said, "I can give you two good reasons for a start."

The release of each button revealed a little more of her mouth-watering cleavage. She kept her eyes locked on her son's prodigious pole to gauge his response. She smiled and licked her lips as blood started to flow into the mighty cudgel. She imagined what it would feel like filling her hot pussy. She was practically drooling at the thought of having it in her mouth, shooting the contents of his huge balls down her throat.

In spite of himself Anthony felt himself hardening. As his mother pulled her blouse free of her skirt and her tremendous bosoms bounce free, he had to admit that she had gorgeous tits. They were perfectly spherical with barely a hint of sag. Each was capped with areola, much darker than one might have guessed from her generally light complexion, and tiny nipples that seem to beg to be sucked.

Never taking her eyes from his cock she said smugly, "In case you were wondering, Katie, the answer is no. I haven't had any work done. These are all natural. This is all me."

She held up her immense orbs in invitation as she watched her son's meat harden.

In highschool and college Katie had experienced brief dalliances with other women. They had been fun, but it was never really her thing. Watching the raw sensuality of this older woman, however, had set her mouth to watering. She decided that she could enjoy spending a very long time sucking and biting those stunning breasts.

Anthony was at half-mast watching his mother's display. She was definitely a very sexy woman. Their relationship as son and mother was slowly becoming irrelevant. He wanted to fuck her.

She released her breasts. They bounced back into place enticingly.

She slowly lifted her skirt and spread her broad thighs as she said, "This is another good reason."

Her moist gash immediately came into view. Above that was a narrow, salt and pepper landing strip. Her thighs looked firm and strong. She hadn't worn any panties or a bra that day because she had wanted no barriers between her and her son.

"I can do things with this," she cooed as she fingered herself, "that most men can't imagine and most women can't believe to be possible."

While Katie stared in horny fascination at the older woman's vagina, Anthony looked at his woman and realized that it might be something of a battle to see whose tongue got in there first.

"There are other ways that I can please you," Gloria said as she gave her lips a sensuous, teasing lick.

By that time Anthony was hard as a rock and Katie was breathing heavily as she fondled one of her own massive breasts.

"Now," the alluring, incestuous cougar purred, "Come over here and let fulfill my duty to you as your mother."

"No," said Anthony.

Both women were stunned.

Gloria was in a near panic. No man had ever turned her down. What had gone wrong? She tried desperately to think of something to say that would turn it around.

All that came out was a whiney, "Now what?"

"You come here," Anthony said curtly.

There was a long silence as mother and son stared at each other. Gloria was having trouble meeting her son's eyes. She couldn't stop staring at the magnificent stiffness bobbing between his legs.

Katie watched them both apprehensively, looking back and forth between the two as though watching a tennis match.

The tension in the room became thicker and heavier as time passed. Katie was becoming anxious. She had no idea which one of them would blink first.

Finally, Gloria forced herself to stop staring at her son's cock and they locked eyes for a serious battle of wills.

Anthony knew that no matter what happened he was going to fuck Gloria Carter good and hard. She was no longer his mother. She was a sexy, arrogant bitch who needed to be brought down a peg. He was sure he had just the peg to do it with. He'd fuck her pussy. He'd fuck her face. He'd fuck her tits. He wondered how she'd react to getting in the ass.

For her part, Gloria kept up the fight by internally chanting, "I don't lose. I don't lose."

Katie was becoming increasingly worried. There was no telling which one of them would come out on top. All she knew for certain was that if Gloria won she'd have an even tighter control over their lives than she already had. She would use it to make their lives miserable.

"Please, Anthony," she thought desperately, "Don't let this bitch win or were screwed."

At long last Anthony broke the silence.

He extended his hand toward Katie and said one word, "Trousers."

"Trousers," Katie said with mock solemnity as she handed him his pants.

"NO!" Gloria screamed.

She jumped to her feet and ran to her son.

"Allright," she said bitterly, "you win."

Her bitterness was almost immediately forgotten as she finally wrapped her hand around her son's steel-hard shaft. It felt hot and strong just like her father's. It would fill the way she had longed to be filled for over thirty years. She stroked it for several minutes as she gazed at it adoringly.

"Just that?" Anthony said suddenly.

"What?" his mother said. She was clearly startled.

"You put us through all that bullshit just to give me a handjob?" he asked.

"O-of course not," she sputtered.

"Well, you're in the wrong position to do me any good," he said sternly.

Gloria knew exactly what he meant. She dropped slowly to her knees.

She had only been on her knees before one other man, her beloved father. When she gave oral pleasure to her cougar cubs it was in the sixty-nine position with her one top so that she could maintain control of it. The closest she had ever gotten to being one her knees with her young men was when she would play one of her favorite tricks on them.
She would sit in a kitchen chair using some of her best oral tricks to see how long it would take to make them blow off, for their knees to buckle so that they collapsed in heap on the hard, linoleum floor, or both. Few lasted a whole minute. Most lasted only about thirty seconds. She delighted in their humiliation.

As she lightly licked the head of her son's powerful prick she decided that she had one last chance to turn this situation around. Her lips, tongue, and throat would help her to regain control.

She plunged her mouth down his shaft until her nose was in his pubic hair and her chin was between his balls. With most of his cock lodged firmly in her throat, she began swallowing several times in rapid succession. She used her tongue to bathe and fondle every surface of the portion of his big dick that was in her mouth. Her lips sucked greedily at that last small portion giving it a gentle massage. The she reached under his huge swinging balls to tickle his scrotum with a delicate, feathery touch.

She knew that this technique was absolutely guaranteed to make him blow his load almost as soon as she began. Nobody had ever lasted more than twenty seconds when she had done it to them.

Anthony gasped at the sudden onslaught of pleasure surrounding his cock. He almost shot his wad within seconds. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever felt. It was as though she was attacking him with everything she had. The rhythmic tightening of her throat alone was threatening to turn his brain to mush. Add in her dancing tongue, her sucking lips, and the bonus of that incredible, almost imperceptible tickling on his scrotum and he was fighting a major sexual battle. He gathered his strength trying to remember all of the things that Katie had taught him about holding back his ejaculation. After a minute or so he started to calm down. He wasn't fighting to win anything against his mother at that point. He just wanted to be able to enjoy her oral assault for as long as possible.

Gloria glanced at her watch. She was flabbergasted. She had been working on her son for a full two minutes and he was showing no signs of collapsing. Nobody had ever lasted anywhere near that long. She doubled down her efforts. She kept up the stimulation on his scrotum with one hand while gently kneading his nuts with the other. Her tongue started to draw rhythmic circles on the surface of his shaft. She stepped up the pace of her swallowing.

Anthony clutched her head. He wasn't trying to take charge of the action, or guide her in any way. He was hanging on for dear life. He'd once heard a joke about a woman who could suck a bowling ball through a soda straw. He was certain that his cock was in the mouth of a woman who might actually be able to do it. He was being licked, squeezed, sucked and tickled in every way there was. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Suddenly the onslaught stopped. Gloria pulled her mouth off of his dick with a loud slurp. She couldn't continue. Her throat muscles were getting tired and sore. When she looked at her watch she was astounded.

"Five minutes?" she thought with amazement, "He lasted five minutes and he didn't cum?"

She looked up at her son with absolute awe. He had just done the impossible. He was superhuman.

She held his thick scepter in her hands like a supplicant who felt unworthy to receive the sacraments. She put the mighty staff back in her mouth, applying her considerable oral skills worshipfully. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to the feel of the member pushing through her soft lips. It filled her mouth and even tasted like her father's loving cock. After several minutes of prayerful sucking she somehow completely forgot that it wasn't. In her mind she was sucking Daddy again.

She mewed and moaned around it. She slid her mouth up and down its length with careful, deliberate strokes of adoration.

Anthony was puzzled by the sudden change in his mother's technique, but he wasn't complaining. Feeling her slick, full lips sliding up and down his cock was a heavenly experience. She would languorously work her way down his pole until he bottomed out in her throat. Then she would swallow twice and start working her way back up. He knew that it wasn't going to take long for her to bring him back to the edge.

For Gloria life was perfect again. With Daddy's huge cock in her mouth all was right with the world. She had missed him so much. She was determined to make up for the long separation by giving him the best blowjob ever. He'd be so proud.

Gloria abruptly pulled her mouth off of her son's dick. She spoke, but it wasn't in her usual harsh and demanding tone. It was more like the giddy, sing-song cadence of a teenage girl in love.

With her eyes still closed she said, "Does Daddy like the way his baby girl sucks his big dick?"

Anthony and Katie looked at each other, both mouthing the words "Daddy" and "baby girl" with astonishment.

Katie shrugged. Anthony decided to run with it.

Her patted his mother's head and said soothingly, "Of course. You're doing a good job. You're a very good girl."

Gloria gleefully squealed, "Thank you, Daddy!" then returned to her task with considerably more enthusiasm.

After several minutes of Gloria's renewed effort Anthony could feel his legs starting give out. He wasn't going to be able to remain standing if she kept this up. He pulled his mother's head off his dick.

As soon as he did she whined, "Daddy, aren't you going to let me swallow? You said I was doing it good. That's not fair."

"Calm down, baby girl," Anthony said, "I'm not taking it away. It's just that you're doing such a good job that I can't stand up anymore. Let Daddy sit down then you can suck him off. Okay."

"Okay," she said with a grin, "Goody."

Anthony flopped down on the couch. Gloria opened her eyes just long enough to find out exactly where he was then scrambled over between his legs and began rubbing his saliva slick length all over her face. When she opened her eyes again she didn't see Anthony, Katie, or even where she was. All she saw was Daddy's cock. She grabbed it at the base aiming it toward her mouth expectantly as she looked up at the man Daddy's cock seemed to be attached to.

The man smiled and said, "You may finish, baby girl."

"Thank you, Daddy," she exclaimed just before she crammed the hot pole back into her mouth.

Again Anthony's mother's approach changed. Instead of the slow, seemingly worshipful head she had been giving him, the older woman stuffed her son's cock into her mouth bobbing on the thick prong like there was no tomorrow. She was sucking with purpose. She wanted his cum.

Glory was ecstatic. She was going get a mouthful of Daddy's tasty juice. She had waited so long for this. She was going to suck out all the cum she could. She wasn't going to miss a drop.

Her head bounced furiously up and down Anthony's shaft. He started bucking his hips to cram more of his cock into her throat.

Gloria nearly had her own orgasm right then and there. Daddy was fucking her face. She knew that meant she was doing a good job.

Finally, Anthony could take no more. His body stiffened as he held his mother's face to his groin, and he began to shoot rope after rope of his hot jizz down her throat.

As much as Gloria loved having Daddy shoot his hot load directly into her tummy, she hadn't tasted him in ages. She managed to pull her head far enough to catch his loving liquid in her hungry mouth. Daddy filled her mouth so full that it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth and down onto her big boobies. When she thought that he was finished she leaned back, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue so that Daddy could see how well he had filled his baby girl's mouth. Then she closed it and happily swallowed as Daddy's last two spurts hit her in the face.

She giggled as she scooped the excess cum from her face and tits.

As she licked the last drops from her fingers she asked, "Will you fuck me now? You promised."

She continued as she nuzzled his balls, "You said that if I sucked you real good, you would fuck me." Then she whined, "Please? You promised."

"Of course, baby girl," Anthony said, "a promise is a promise. Lie down."

Gloria began to pout, "Don't want me to bounce on your lap anymore? You said that was your favorite. You get to watch my big boobies bounce."

Suddenly, Anthony remembered something that he hadn't thought of in years. Every once in a while, when his mother was rifling through her purse to find something, a small, ragged, lace handkerchief would fall out. It looked like it had been bouncing around in her purse for decades. He had always wondered why she had kept it for so long. She could surely afford a new one, and she had never been given to sentimentality. The thing that stood out about it was one word embroidered in very tiny letters in the lower, left hand corner. It said "Sugar Plum."

Given what he had just heard and experienced, he was willing to bet that there was a connection. He decided to risk it.

"There, there," Anthony said soothingly, "I was only kidding. Of course I Daddy wants you to bounce on his lap, Sugar Plum."

Gloria squealed with glee. Daddy called her "Sugar Plum"! He only did that when she had been an especially good girl. He must have really liked her blowjob.

She scrambled up onto Anthony's lap and sat down on his still hard cock. Her massive tit swayed and danced as she bounced up and down on him. Anthony could readily see why this might be someone's favorite position. The constant movement of her tits was nearly hypnotic.

It was the pressure of her talented cunt, however, that had most of his attention. She flexed her vaginal walls rhythmically to create a slick, tight, massaging sheath for his sword. He grabbed her hips and rammed his hot prod into her. She squealed and bounced.

As the pace of their feverish coupling increased, she buried her head in Anthony's shoulder and murmured, "Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for fucking me. I love you Daddy. I missed you."

With that she began bounce on his pogo stick like a woman possessed. There was no moment when she wasn't moving, massaging, or bouncing as hard as she could. The flexing of her cunt made her exquisitely tight. Anthony fucked her harder.

"Keep going, Baby Girl," Anthony whispered in her ear, "Daddy's almost there. You're such a good girl and such a good fuck."

At that Gloria's body convulsed with her orgasm.

She gripped her lover tightly as she screamed, "I love you, Daddy!"

Her orgasm triggered his. He dumped another huge load into his mother.

When their mutual climaxes subsided Gloria slumped sideways on the couch. Anthony's prick slid out of her with a loud slurp.

"Thank you, Daddy," the older woman said in a little girl's voice, "I can sleep now. I have a pussy full of cum. Good night, Daddy."

"Good night, Baby Girl," Anthony said and kissed her on the cheek.

Gloria almost immediately fell asleep.

As his cock deflated Anthony said to Katie, "Maybe it's just me, but isn't the guy who's supposed to roll over and go to sleep after sex?"

"That's been my experience," Katie smirked, "I'll be right back. I should get her a blanket."

"Good idea," said Anthony as he watched his mother sleeping with a beatific smile on her face.

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Aug 27, 2018 in blowjob

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