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Temptation Pt. 02

This is the sequel to Temptation part 01. Warning, includes scenes of Non-consent and Incest. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead.

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"Is that all of it?" Steven asked as he took the last box to the car.

"The last one," Tim said. "Thanks for helping me out with this."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you," Steven said with a slight smirk. "Considering what all this moving around is going to lead to."

"Not out here," Tim whispered.

"What are you boys whispering about," asked Danielle, Steven's mom.

Tim turned around, greeted with the sight of beautiful Danielle. Lovely Danielle, with her long red hair, long legs and beautiful buxom breasts. It was hard to believe she was in her forties. Just looking at her you'd call bullshit on that and think she's in her early thirties at least. Many times did Tim fantasize about her whenever he jerked off.

"Nothing, Mom," Steven lied, badly.

"What's all this here?" Danielle asked, pointing to the stacked boxed in the back of her son's car. "Are you boys going somewhere?"

"Oh no, Mrs. Robertson. Steven is just helping me move some stuff into storage," Tim said, smiling and trying not to let his eyes linger down.

As always, Danielle wore a blouse which she only buttoned halfway, giving everyone a good eye-full of her incredible cleavage. Tim also spotted her pants, which went down just above her knees, accentuating her long gorgeous legs while not revealing too much. What a babe!

"What kind of stuff?" Danielle asked.

"Oh, just some things my mom no longer needs. We're just putting it in storage," Tim said.

"Hmn..." Danielle said, before walking away. "See you two later."

"Bye Mom," Steven said.

While Steven went back to stacking boxes in the back of his car, Tim couldn't help himself from watching Danielle walk back to their house across the street. Her adorable ass wiggled back and forth with ever step.

"Man, your Mom's so hot," Tim said to his friend.

"Oh?" Steven said.

"Totally. Man, what I wouldn't give to-,"

"Hold it!" Steven said. "After last night, you'd still go after my mom?"

"Who wouldn't?" Tim chuckled. "She's a babe!"

Steven threw his friend a worried look. He'd always been very protective of his mother, and did not appreciate his friends making lewd comments about her or leering at her.

"Don't get any ideas, there. My mom is off-limits to you or the other guys," Steven said.

"Off course," Tim said, shrugging.

Though perhaps Steven should have steered away from the words "off-limits". That just made Danielle more irresistible to him. But first thing's first. Their plan for tonight was their priority now.

"Let's get going," Tim said, hopping into his own car.

"See you later," Steven said, as he drove of with his van, containing the boxes.

Tim could almost cheer with excitement. His plan was coming together perfectly. Now all that was needed was for Clara to play her part.

#

It was around 10 AM when Clara finally woke up. She was lying on the couch down in the basement. Her son Tim usually used it as a photography studio for his hobby. But last night he turned it into something completely different. Something terrible. Clara remembered it all very vividly. The photo shoot were she posed for her son. The way he tricked her into agreeing to be tied up. His naked body before her. The way he took...no, the way he raped her right in her own home. How he told her he loved her and wanted her for ages, before fucking and cumming twice in her pussy and once in her mouth.

She could still feel her son's cum inside her. Her eyes teared up about it. She was heartbroken. If he really loved her, he would have never done this to her. But the worst part was towards the end of his violation of her, she began to enjoy it. She wanted him, no, begged him to fuck her. She wanted him to shoot his cum off inside her. Oh, the pleasure she felt when he filled her pussy up with his jizz.

She immediately regretted it moments later, but once again she underestimated how far Tim was willing to go. He ran upstairs and locked her down in the basement, trapped without a shred of clothing or a way to call for help. For hours she tried to open the door, before giving up in the early hours of the morning.

How long was he going to keep her down here? He didn't have any more thing in mind for her, did he? She couldn't face another night like that again. Plus, she was getting pretty hungry too. And cold. She needed food and something to wear. Somehow, she needed to break out of here. There were no tools lying around. Clara wondered if she was strong enough to break the door down, perhaps? No sense in not trying. She climbed up the stairs and took the door knob in her hand.

To her shock, the door swung open with the slightest push. It wasn't locked anymore. When did Tim open it for her? Was she asleep? She quietly walked into the hallway. No-one was there. Where did Tim go? Did he leave her alone? Her imagination began running wild. What if he, ashamed by what he did to her, fled the house? Her son, alone and on the run? It horrified her. More than anything he did to her last night. He was still her son, for God's sakes. She couldn't bear the idea of him being alone out on the street.

Her stomach growled. First thing's first; food. Clara needed to eat. She hurried into the kitchen, he big round breasts bouncing along as she did. As she approached the fridge, there was an envelope held to the door with a big, heart shaped magnet she bought a few years back on their trip to Toronto. Written on the envelope was "Mom, please read,", which Clara recognized as Tim's handwriting. She quickly opened it and read the note inside it.

"Dear Mom," it began. "I'm sorry I locked you up last night. I panicked, and I should never have done that to you. I just couldn't let you call dad. I still can't, which is why I've disconnected all the phones in the house and taken your cell. We need to talk about last night, and how we're going to handle it. Please meet me at the address I've written down below. I've left some clothes for you upstairs, but take your time getting there. I'll be there all day if you want to resolve this. Please eat something and get a shower before you head out. I love you. Your son; Tim."

Clara rolled her eyes. He keeps saying he loves me. But you don't rape the people you love, or lock them in the basement all night long. Where did I go wrong raising him?

After making herself a sandwich, a bowl of greek yoghurt and having an apple, Clara headed upstairs to her bathroom. For the next hour, she sat underneath a stream of hot water in her shower. She washed away any on Tim's cum still sticking to her hair. She even held the shower head to her pussy, hoping to remove anything lingering down there. Her son cumming inside there twice left her worried. Clara hadn't taken birth control in years, since she and her husband tried to get pregnant again when Tim was around fifteen. But the many weeks at a time her husband would be off on business trips gave them very little time to make love. It hadn't been an issue on her mind for years. How could she have know this was going to happen? She silently prayed that Tim hadn't done the unthinkable and impregnated her.

Stepping out of the shower, Clara headed for her closet. When she opened it, she nearly flung it back shut. She couldn't believe it. It was empty. Not a scrap of clothing was left. She began to check her drawers and other places she stored her clothing. No dresses. No pants. No underwear. Absolutely nothing was left. Tim must've taken them. What was he up to? At the bottom of one of the drawers was a not for her. It told her to check the hallway closet downstairs. Clara bolted down and opened the door. Clothing waited for her, but just barely enough to cover herself with.

One coat. One lousy trench coat hung there in that closet, waiting for her. There was also one pair of boots. Her favorite ones, which went all the way up to her knees. Clara sighed in frustration. This was all part of another dress-up idea concocted by Tim. She took the coat and boots and began putting them on.

When she zipped up her last boot, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but appreciate how sexy she looked, being naked and wearing nothing but her knee-highs. Cupping her breasts and letting her hands glide over her skin, she could imagine herself driving someone wild looking like this. Was that what Tim was planning? For her to dress up like the women in his fantasies? And then fuck her? Granted, she couldn't deny how good it felt to have a man inside her, fucking her with such passion. Her pussy got wet just thinking about it. But the way he forced her, that wasn't right. Least of all forcing his own mother like that.

Clara wrapped herself with the coat. Now you couldn't tell she was naked underneath, unless you stood really close to her. She peered out the window, seeing if her car was still there, which it was. If she was quick, no-one would notice her. Her car keys were on the little table by the door, waiting for her. She took them and bolted for her car, only to be called out by a familiar voice.

"Hi Clara! I heard you were doing a little spring cleaning," said Danielle.

Her neighbor Danielle was always a chatty one. Her husband ran out on her years ago, leaving her and her son Steven by themselves. With her boy getting older, she didn't have many people to talk to, so more often than not she'd try and hook you into a conversation.

Danielle approached her, taking off her gardening gloves and putting away her tools.

"I was just working on the rosebushes, and I thought I heard you walk around. How've you been?" Danielle asked.

"I...ehm...I've been good. I'm a little busy today, so is it okay we talk later?" Clara asked.

"Oh, sure hon. You take our time," Danielle said with a laugh.

Clara entered her car and drove off, giving her neighbor a brief wave. She felt like she dodged a bullet. But if she'd tightened her coat a little bit more, Danielle would not have spotted her nipple briefly being exposed. She began to wonder what was going on with Clara. First the boxes being moved, now Clara wasn't wearing a shirt? What was going on in that house?

#

The address Tim instructed Clara to go was an old abandoned sawmill on the outskirts of town. Her grandfather worked there before they shut it down and moved the company to another state. It was now a decrepit old building that gave her the creeps. Why would Tim make her come here? She began to wonder if she should've brought something to defend herself with. But that was crazy. Tim wouldn't hurt her. Not his own mother. Right?

She sighed with relief when she saw Tim's car parked near the entrance. At least now she knew where he was. She parked beside it, hesitating to get out. What else awaited her behind those doors? Never had she been more frightened. It was a strange sense of comfort when Tim suddenly walked outside, a camera dangling from his neck. He waved to her and smiled. Clara didn't respond. Her brief moment of joy to see her son safe again quickly turned back to anger. Flashes of what he did last night popped up in her mind. Tim motioned with his hand for her to come out of the car and follow him. A part of her told her to just drive away. But she couldn't abandon her son, even after what he did to her. The car door swung open, and Clara stepped out.

"Hi Mom," Tim said. "You sleep okay?"

Clara said nothing. She just did her best to maintain her scowl at Tim. But her son seemed too happy to see her to get worried about it. He entered the mill, gesturing to Clara to follow him. Reluctantly, she did.

Together the walked into the mill, where Tim lead Clara into the main hall. Most of the equipment has been gone for years, so the hall was mostly empty. A set of studio lamps stood in the center, illuminating a lone table and a single fold-up chair. On the table was a backpack and a roll of duct tape. This was already turning eerily familiar for Clara.

"Can I take you coat?" Tim said with a smirk.

"No!" Clara snapped.

She was in no mood to entice him any further. For now she was in control, and she wasn't going to let herself be taken advantage of anymore. But how long could she keep it up?

"Please take a seat," Tim told his mother.

Not a moment after she sat down on the chair, Tim snapped a few photos of her. Clara winced at the bright flashes. She was already getting sick of this.

"Why did you ask me here?" she asked her son.

Tim sat down on the edge of the table. He leaned back, taking the backpack and going through it, not saying a word the entire time.

"Tim, why am I here?" Clara snapped. "And where are my clothes?"

"You'll get them back," Tim said. "But first we need to discuss what we're going to do."

"Do about what?" Clara asked.

"About us," Tim said, shrugging his shoulders.

Clara scoffed. "Us? There is no us. Don't you see what you did was wrong? You...you raped you own mother. You-."

"I know what I did was wrong, but hear me out," Tim interrupted his mother. "I love fucking you. And I know for a fact you loved being fucked by me. You can't deny it. I felt you cum with me."

"It doesn't matter. We're mother and son! You're my child! And yet you stuck your...your penis in me. In my mouth! Can't you see how wrong that is?"

Tim stood up and lowered himself to meet his mother's eyes. On his knees, he took her hands in his own.

"I love you. I need you. I can't go on if I could never fuck you again. But I want you to do it on your own accord. Just tell me honestly; you enjoyed it, didn't you? You enjoyed what we did?" Tim asked.

Clara hesitated. Seeing Tim so vulnerable like this began to tug at her heartstrings. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. With tears in her eyes, she smiled and stroked his face.

"I did. I enjoyed your cock in me," she admitted.

Tim smiled and leaned back, planting a kiss on her mouth. Clara did not return it, as she began pushing her bewildered son away.

"But we can't. Not anymore. I love your father. I can't betray him. I could never do that to him, least of all with you. I'm sorry, but it's over. No more," she said with determination.

Tim leaned back and sighed. He did not want it to come to this, but he knew there was no other way. He grabbed the backpack and took out a series of photographs. They were all from previous sessions that Clara posed for willingly. Some featured her in very suggestive poses and revealing outfits. At the time of making these it all seemed so innocent to Clara. Now she wondered if she'd been giving out the wrong signals? Did she unintentionally put the moves on her son? That didn't excuse anything, but it made her wonder about her own feelings a bit.

Next, Tim revealed his iPad. To her shock, Clara was given a full tour of the footage that Tim shot the previous night. Now she saw her own violation from a completely different angle. Close-ups of her face, as Tim's shaft was deep down her mouth. Herself bent over as he fucked her from behind. You could tell in some of them that she was enjoying it. It was then that Tim's plan began to dawn on her.

"If you refuse me or anything I ask from you again, I'll have to show these to dad. Now, I don't want to show him these, but if you leave me no choice..." Tim said.

"You can't!" Clara gasped. "He'd see you forced yourself on me!"

"I can tell him you're the one who gave into temptation. Those other photos are from before last night. I'll tell him you came onto me. Unless you do exactly as I say."

Clara was dumbstruck. There were no words. Tim trapped her in an impossible situation. And he knew it. Without saying anything, both mother and son made a contract. She was now his to do as he pleased.

"Now," Tim began, pleased with himself. "I think we should celebrate this new phase in our relationship."

Tim began taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants. Clara sat there, doing her best to hold in her tears. When Tim was finished undressing, he stood before her so close, his thick, erect cock nearly touched her face. He smiled down at her and extended his hand.

"Now," he said. "Can I take your coat?"

Reluctantly, Clara stood up and undid the belt on her coat. It fell to the floor, revealing her naked body in all its glory to her son. A flash of the camera immortalized that image forever. Now, the fun could begin.

#

His hands gently squeezed her soft, large tits. He stroked his thumb over her nipples. Tim was ecstatic to feel them again, but now he could take his time as he fondled them. Clara didn't resist. She just leaned back on her chair as her son rubbed her breasts. There was lust on his breath. His excitement shone through with his cock becoming more enlarged by the minute. Clara felt her own desire to be fucked flowing through her. She couldn't deny Tim's body was gorgeous. His beautiful dick hovered closer to her face. Tim began stroking his fingers through her hair.

"Suck me, mom," Tim whispered.

Knowing she didn't have a choice, Clara opened her mouth. Tim immediately, but gently, pushed her head onto his throbbing cock. He let out a gasp as he felt her tongue glide over his head. Her lips caressed his shaft as she sucked her son's dick, taking it further into her mouth.

"Oh, God! Mom, you suck so good!" Tim moaned.

"Hhmmnnn," Clara mumbled, as Tim thrusted his cock deeper down her throat.

She looked up, seeing her son's ecstatic face while he rocked his dick inside her. A part of her was happy to see her boy enjoying himself. A more hidden part of her even enjoyed to have her mouth fucked with such passion. That someone even of her age could bring such joy to a man. Her pussy was getting wetter. She could feel it. There was no use resisting now. She began to suck even harder, taking all of Tim's cock in her mouth until she felt his balls touch her face. With her hands she began to caress his testicles. The ball-massage made Tim move even quicker. It didn't take long for his dick to spasm.

"Holy shit! I'm cumming! I'm-!" Tim gasped.

"MMMHHH!" she mumbled.

Without warning, Tim pulled himself out from his mother's mouth and aimed his cock right at her face. With a loud moan he shot his entire load right onto Clara's face. She gasped as she felt the hot, sticky cum drip all over her face. When she opened her eyes again, she saw her son kneeling down before her, smiling widely.

"Thank you," he whispered, before kissing her lips.

Without a moment's warning, Tim took his mother into his arms and lifted her out of the chair. Clara was surprised by how manly this made him look. He gently placed her down on the table and spread her legs. To her amazement, Tim pressed his face down into her crotch, burying his nose into her thick bush while slobbering his tongue over her clit. He greedily lapped up all the juices flowing out of her wet pussy. Clara couldn't remember the last time someone ate her cunt that well. Her body began to shiver as she moaned and rocked her hips along with her son's tongue. When did she even put her hands on his head? It felt so good, she never wanted him to stop.

"Are you gonna cum, mom?" Tim asked, slightly muffled by her pussy lips pressed against his own.

"Yes," Clara gasped. "You're gonna make me cum!"

Suddenly, Tim stopped licking his mother's pussy. He stood up, resting his hands on her knees. Clara looked at him with confusion, while still panting heavily. A little more and he would've made her cum. What gives?

"Do you want me too keep licking?" Tim asked. "Or do you want my cock?"
Clara only needed a few seconds to think it over. She looked down at her son's rock hard cock. She remembered how he thrust it into her pussy before. That forceful sensation. She needed to feel that again.

"Your cock," she said, amazed at her own answer. "I want your cock in my wet pussy! Fuck me, Tim!"

Not hesitating for a second, Tim grabbed his mother's boots and rested them onto his shoulders. Her legs now in the air left her pussy lined up with his hard dick. Without saying a word, he slid himself into his mother's wet cunt with ease. The head of his cock met with her cervix. It was a pleasure he hoped to feel again so very badly. Only now, she wanted him. She wanted her son to fuck her. And so, he did.

Like a savage, Tim thrusted his cock deep into her pussy. He grunted with each thrust, with his mother's moans only to entice him even more. Clara's body shivered with excitement. She loved every moment of it. She was getting close to cumming. So close, she began biting her lip as to not jump the gun. But he felt so good inside her cunt. It was an amazing relief when she felt him twitching inside her again. He was going to cum inside her, again.

"Oh, yes, please cum in me," Clara gasped.

"I will," Tim grunted. "I'm cumming!"

With a final thrust, Tim began to spray his cum inside her.

"Oh god! Give it to me," Clara yelped. "Cum in me!"

Together, trapped in intense incestuous delight, mother and son came, gasping for air. Tim removed himself from his mother's pussy, still twitching and leaking cum as he did. The sight was truly one to behold. His mother was now undeniably his.

#

Tim finished pulling up his pants before grabbing his camera again, taking more snapshots of Clara. She laid there on the table, panting while covered and filled with her boy's cum. Some of it leaked out of her pussy, onto the table.

The bright flashes of the camera began to snap her back to reality. That feeling of guilt and shame returned. The thought of what her husband would do if he found out. The stigma of having consented to incest, let alone cheating on him and letting their son cum inside her. She sat up and looked Tim in the eye.

"Are we done?" she asked sternly.

Tim snapped a few close ups of her cum coated face for his collection, before putting the camera away.

"For now," Tim said.

Clara shivered, as her skin became covered in goosebumps from the cold. As she sat up, more of Tim's cum leaked out of her and ran down her leg.

"What about my clothes?" she asked.

"You'll get them back," he replied. "In fact, you'll earn them back. Every time we have a session like this, you'll get some clothing back."

"You mean...?" Clara muttered.

"Whenever we fuck, and you do a good job, you'll get a reward," Tim said with a smile.

He leaned down and reached into his backpack. He puled out a little plastic bag, which he handed to his mother.

"These are for you," he said. "Please wear this when I get back home, later tonight."

He leaned over and picked up Clara's coat. With a gentle touch he wrapped it over her shoulders, covering her. With wonky legs, Clara began walking towards the door. She wanted to go home. To clean herself off from her son's violation of her.

"Hey mom?" Tim called out to her.

Clara turned around, seeing her son leaning on the table, pointing his phone at her. With a push of his thumb, he began filming his naked mother.

"Tell the camera what just happened," Tim said.

Clara sighed, but relented. "My son fucked me."

"Speak up," Tim said. "And be more specific. What happened?"

"My son fucked me and came inside my pussy,"

"How was it for you?" he asked.

Clara hesitated. But the slightest of smiled grew in the corner of her mouth, so she knew she couldn't lie.

"It was amazing," she said with a chuckle.

With that, Clara walked out the door. Tim waited to hear her car driving off before he sent the video he took to his friends. The reactions to the little teaser were once again beyond what he'd expected. The message group flooded with responses.

What a steaming hot slut! wrote Steven.

I'd love to tap that ass, Donny added.

Please tell me we'll see more of that babe soon, Paul pleaded.

Tim couldn't help but smirk. They way his friends envied him and lusted after Clara turned him on even more.

If you guys like that, Tim began typing, log onto the server later tonight. I'll have another live show.

Sweet! wrote Mitch.

Did you give her the clothes we picked out? asked Steven.

Sure did, Tim replied.

Awesome! Said Paul.

Are you gonna have her suck you off again? Asked Donny

Maybe, Tim typed back. Unless you have any suggestions?

With that question, the floodgates opened for a whole slew of suggestions. But the one that interested Tim was one from Paul. He became giddy just thinking about it.

#

The hot water ran down her skin. Clara still shivered as if she was still out in the cold, despite having been standing in the running shower for nearly half an hour. She rushed into the bathroom the minute she came home, desperately trying to wash all of Tim's cum out of her pussy. She was sore down there. Why did he have to be so rough? Why was any of this happening to her at all?

Clara cried. She couldn't help herself. She dropped to her knees as the water his her face. Loud sobs echoed through the bathroom. She was ashamed. Ashamed to be manipulated like this, giving in to her own son. To have betrayed her husband Anthony like this. But most of all, she was ashamed that, despite all the humiliation Tim put her through, despite the times he ravaged her body for his own carnal pleasures, she enjoyed it. Clara enjoyed being fucked so wildly. She enjoyed the dark taboo of fucking her son. The degradation, the lust, the sudden attention so often denied from her, her son's cum pumped into her cunt; she loved it all. What kind of a mother was she? What kind of a person? Her soul was being split apart by her desires and what she deemed ethical.

Clara finished her shower, yet she didn't feel clean. A strange feeling of being dirty clung to her, like a stain that can't be washed away. She dried herself off, fighting the urge to jump back into the shower. Just get dressed, she told herself. Tim will be home soon. If I do as he told me to, he won't share any of the photos with Anthony. This is about keeping your marriage together. Just get dressed.

She grabbed the bag Tim gave her earlier. It was only now she noticed how surprisingly light it was. She peeked inside. When she saw its contents, tears dwelled in her eyes. She fell for it. Again. Inside the bag was nothing but a pair of stockings and a corset of some kind. That's it. But she pushed on, taking the stockings out and putting them on. The corset, however, was not like she expected. It was small, and had nothing to cover her double D sized breasts. She looked at herself wearing the corset in the mirror. Combined with the stockings, her tits hanging out and nothing to cover her pussy aside from a bush of hair, Clara thought she looked like a whore. A high-class, one of a kind whore, mind you, but a whore nonetheless. That shame returned. The shame of enjoying being dolled up to be someone's fuck toy. She hated how much she loved it.

That tingling sensation returned. She could feel her pussy getting wetter already. Her new look turned her on. Tim couldn't get here soon enough. What was she thinking? This was wrong. This needed to stop. But she could never give this up. Consequences be damned. Right?

A car parked in their driveway. Clara heard the door open. She shivered in anticipation.

"Mom? I'm home," said Tim's voice down the stairs.

Clara sighed. She left her room, feeling her breasts jiggle slightly as they were unsupported by her corset. Try not to show how excited you are, she told herself. Stay as cool as a cucumber. She stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at her son and the lens his camera. A flash once again signaled that her appearance was captured on record, this time in her new outfit.

"You look beautiful, mom," Tim said.

Clara scoffed. Those were the words from an aroused teenager. It didn't mean anything. But she was beautiful. In her own, vulnerable way, Clara was stunning. Even is she couldn't see it past the ridiculous corset and the stockings.

Tim suddenly jolted upstairs. His backpack was still hanging from his shoulder. He took a moment to really look at his mother, standing in the hallway. Dressed like that, she looked like some high-class prostitute. He loved it. And like all good prostitutes, he presented her with money. He pushed a quarter into her hand. Clara looked at the coin with confusion.

"What's this?" she asked.

"For later," Tim said. "Come to my room."

While he worded it like a suggestion, the way he grabbed his mother's wrist and pulled her along made it clear to her it was anything but. She followed him, hoping for the best.

"Could you sit on the bed?" Tim asked.

Like she was asked, Clara sat down on Tim's bed, resting on her knees. In the meantime, Tim began setting up his laptop again like it used to be in the basement. He pulled out a number of cameras. This went on for a while, where Tim would leave to get more lighting equipment and other tools. This was more than familiar to Clara. He was setting up for another photo shoot. She felt her pussy getting wetter by the minute. Stop getting aroused by this, she told herself. But that boat had long sailed.

"Okay," said Tim, shutting door after finishing his preparations. "We're ready now."

#

Tim began taking his clothes off. Clara tried not to give away how excited she was to see his toned body once again. It was hard to believe it had only been earlier that day they had sex in the abandoned saw mill.

For a brief moment, Tim checked the screen. The server was up and running. All his friends and some other people were logged in, ready for the show. And so it began. He turned back to his mom, waiting patiently for him.

"Flip the coin," he told her.

Clara did as told, and caught it gracefully in her hand. She placed it on the back of her other hand, and revealed it landed on the tails side.

"Tails!" Tim said with a cheer. "Show it to the camera, mom."

She did. Clara noticed some reactions on the screen, but decided against reading them. Tim did, reveling in the encouragement from his friends, and with that he got onto the bed behind his mother. He rubbed her neck gently and placed a sweet kiss on her face. Clara smiled. She enjoyed this sensitive side of her son.

With a soft touch, he slowly nudged her over himself. She placed her feet on his knees, allowing his hard cock to line up with her wet pussy. Tim grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly apart. Clara giggled as the head of his dick grazed against her clit and prodded slightly against her asshole.

"Mom?"

"Yes, babe?" Clara said, surprised at herself for calling her son that.

"This might hurt a bit."

"What will-?" she began.

It was then that Clara felt it. Her son's cock, pushing into her ass. She yelped and tried to squirm off Tim's body, but it was too late. Pushing her down onto himself and penetrating her deeper with his dick.

"Noooo!!" Clara squealed. "Pull it out!"

"Aw, you're so fucking tight," Tim moaned.

"Please Tim, take it out!"

"Take what out? Say it loudly," Tim muttered.

"Please take you cock out of my goddamn ass!" Carla snapped.

Tim leaned closer to his mother's ear. A single tear dribbled down her face. He put his mouth near her and whispered;

"No."

And with that, Tim began fucking his mother's ass. Pulling in and out while she moaned and pleaded him to stop. It was unbelievably painful. Even Anthony had never taken her like this. But with that pain came also a great pleasure. They were animals. Fucking without any regard. It hurt Clara so much, but the joy she got from it outweighed the pain. Yet she tried anything to get Tim to stop sodomizing her.

"Stop! Please stop Tim!"

"I can't! It's too fucking good," he grunted.

He flipped her over, dropping Clara onto her stomach. He raised her ass and continued to plunge his cock into her rear.

"Don't do this. Please...I'm your-,"

"But you like it. I know you do. Tell me you like it."

Clara sobbed. She couldn't reveal the truth. Not like this. Not again. But as he prodded her deeper and deeper, she could hold back no longer.

"Yes. Yes, I love being fucked by you. I love having your cock up my ass."

"Then why are you crying?" he grunted.

"Because you blackmailed me," she muttered. "And because you're my son. My own son is fucking me with his cock my ass."

"Say that again," Tim said. "But for the camera."

With his hand he grabbed his mother's hair, causing her to tilt her head back and facing the camera.

"Say it again," he said.

"My own son is fucking me with his cock my ass," Clara whimpered.

"I love you, mom."

Clara said nothing. She bit through the pain, and took it as best as she could.

For nearly twenty minutes Tim sodomized his mother like that. He'd change positions from time to time, so the camera could get better shots. He once even held her up in his arms, pushing her up and down onto his cock. Despite her protests, Clara began to enjoy it more and more as time went on. Oh, if her husband saw them like this, she would die. And she would die if she knew she could never be fucked like this again. Her mind was being pulled apart in a tug-of-war between what was right and what felt good.

Finally, as she sat on her hands and feet while her son fucked her ass, she could feel him twitching. He was getting close.

"Oh, I'm gonna cum," Tim muttered. "I'm gonna cum in your ass."

"No. No, please, not that!" Clara yelped.

But it was too late. With a loud gasp and a final strong thrust, Tim started cumming into his mother's bowels. It was like no orgasm he ever had before. He nearly screamed in delight.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered. "Goddamn! That felt amazing."

Though she wouldn't admit it, it felt amazing for her too. She came just as he had, but silently and privately. Globs of Tim's cum leaked out of her ass. It would be days before she could sit down comfortably again. While Tim laid down, Clara tried to stand up and maybe get into her room quickly. But at the last second, Tim grabbed her wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"To bed. I'm tired and I'm hurting," Clara whimpered.

"Why don't you sleep here? At least until dad comes back."

"We can't Tim. Just let me-,"

He pulled her back to him. She gracefully fell into his arms and onto the bed. Tim planted is lips on hers. The kiss didn't surprise her. In fact, she enjoyed it and happily returned the love. This is what she wanted. A soft kiss and a warm embrace. Within seconds she practically forgot how rough he'd been earlier. She was surprised that she now had her hand wrapped around his cock, which was growing hard again.

"I love you, mom," Tim said.

"And I love you," said Clara.

And not a second after saying that, Clara took her son's dick and wrapped her lips around it, before taking the entire shaft into her mouth.

#

Steven panted as the sweat rolled down his brow. He was shirtless and his fly was open. On his crotch he held a towel, soaking up all the cum that squirted from his cock. He just climaxed after furiously stroking himself to the sight of Tim sodomizing his mother on the stream. What a fucking MILF. She looked amazing, with the corset and the stockings accentuating her gorgeous legs and the way her tits bounced as she was fucked. Steven could cum a million times to the sight of Clara taking a cock up her ass like that. He couldn't wait for the chance to fuck her like that. Tim did say "All in due time". He hoped it was sooner rather than later.

"Steven?" he mother Danielle asked, knocking on his door.

Muttering some curses as he zipped his pants up and pulled on a shirt, he hurried to the door and opened it.

"Yeah, mom?" he asked.

"There's a call for you, downstairs. A girl. Cynthia? She says your cell wasn't on."

"Oh, sweet. Thanks, mom," Steven said, as he hurried past her.

Danielle stood in her son's doorway. She was about to head back downstairs when she noticed something from the corner of her eye. Something on her son's computer screen, before it turned to the screensaver. While she normally never would go in without asking, she wandered to the computer. She wiggled the mouse for a bit to bring back the image on screen. What she saw shocked her. An image of a woman, being fucked in the ass by a man half her age. There was a whole video. Danielle accidentally grazed the space bar, causing the video to resume playing. Sound came from Steven's headset. She held it close to her ear to hear a voice she recognized, pleading for the young man to pull his cock from her ass. He didn't, and Danielle saw thick globs of cum dripping down his shaft from within her ass. She was shocked how much it turned her on to watch this. Danielle squeezed her right breast lightly while her left hand began to wander down to her crotch. Was there more of this? She memorized the website and other info she'd need to look it up on her own computer. Another shock came when she finally got a good look at both their faces. There was a reason she recognized their voices.

It was Tim. Her son's friend Tim and his mother, Clara. Tim was fucking Clara, for all the world to see. What was going on over there? And what could she do to learn more?

To be continued

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May 29, 2018 in blowjob

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