Title: How Good Would You Like Today To Be Keywords: mF, mat, cheat, anal, inc, mom, son, mdom Author: Caesar Summary: Doris discovers that she is just as weak as the day before, when it comes to her son. Universe: Your Day There was a young man named McNamiter With a tool of prodigious diameter. But it wasn't the size Gave the girls a surprise, But his rythm -- iambic pentameter. * Read: 'How Was Your Day' for the prior episode. How Good Would You Like Today To Be by Caesar, copyright 2003 $Revision: 1.5 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:45 $ Doris stood before the full length mirror in her room and studied the small lines about her eyes then the somber gaze itself. That woman looking back at her was the old 'Doris', the middle-aged woman, in an unhappily marriage, and with one adult son. She was also a woman that felt guilt at giving herself pleasure that her husband could not deliver. Up until yesterday that was the most embarrassing, humiliating thing in her life - her little secret. The petite polite woman that needed to sneak into her bathroom after her husband had fallen asleep so as to use her own hands to bring herself off. Up until yesterday, there was nothing she feared more than that little secret becoming general knowledge. The light gray that surrounded her pupils had been the first thing her husband had noticed about her - though Doris now doubts he has ever looked into her eyes for years. In the years since first meeting her husband, she too had looked for whatever had attracted her husband within her own reflection - but only saw a lonely ageing woman. She had been the dutiful wife, giving her husband the son he wanted, never once denying him any sexual act, even to playing the decoration on his arm as he climbed the corporate ladder. Up until yesterday, she would have stated that she was content with her life. The lines about her eyes, were those the reason that her husband rarely ever touches her anymore, she wondered not for the first time? Until yesterday, Doris would have agreed that she was no longer that cute pixie-like teenager that looked upon her world and her future husband with an anxious awe. Time had deteriorated her innocence while being cruel to both her body as well as her soul. Peter, her husband's cock had grown in her hand last night. Stroking him as he lay sleeping beside her. She needed her husband inside her - if only to calm the questions that roared through her mind. Yet he had awoke before entry and rather than plunge into his wife's ready body, had chastised her for 'acting like a stupid little girl'. His dick shrinking even before he rolled away from her. Of course Doris considered masturbating. It being the function that was the sole source of sexual pleasure and release in her life... again, at least until yesterday. Instead, she had lain in the dark, angry and humiliated toward her husband and confused and horny about the only other man in her life. She could not bring herself to touch that part of her body, knowing there would be no stopping the memories of another's hand upon that part of her. How could he do it - how could she silently succumb to him? Not only that, questioned the confused middle-aged woman, how could she have found more pleasure in the all-too-brief moments with him yesterday than at any other time in her life? She cursed god for his cruel humour. Doris also cursed her husband, though it was far from the first time. She even cursed her body for becoming uncontrolled so that she was but a spectator to the pleasure that it had endured. What Doris could not do, is curse the man that had looked into her eyes and had changed her life forever. He had not only looked at her, she thought with a deep breath, he had lain his hands upon her, then his fingers within her, and finally had ordered her to touch herself. Thought coldly, she could not understand what had overtaken her senses - besides the half bottle of wine - and had reversed all her years of suppressing her own emotions, her desires, so that she would have done anything for that man. Yes, anything she reminded herself - a chill running down her spin to clench her sex with the muscles within herself. Doris could remember as he started to stand, knowing he was excited, was going to command her to give him pleasure. Not only was she ready to act thus, she was anxious to do so. This young man who had captivated her soul, her body and yes, even her heart was non other than her son Dennis. How can a mother not trust her child - to allow herself to abandon all pretence to objectivity. He would care for her if she were sick - this was not so different - as she believed she was sick of the soul, lonely and morose. It was mostly her own fault, she reminded herself. Brazenly allowing him to look through the expensive semi-transparent wet bathing suit at the shadows and curves beneath. It had been fun, someone, a man, a youthful man, had looked upon her lustfully while the forty three year-old could not remember even her husband looking at her with such... hunger. Yet she need not take the blame when she had felt his fingers slip into her heated and very wet sex and began to deliver the most delightful of movements. Dennis had done that without any provocation on her part. The orgasm within her was drawn out to explode with such intensity that even a day later, Doris could remember the exact second that it began. Never had she felt such rapture, such bliss in her whole life that she wondered if it had not been some cruel joke on gods part that the man to deliver this moment to her was non else but her own flesh and blood. Those long thick strong fingers moving evenly in and out of her body - Doris closed her eyes and could almost imagine that she could feel them now. Even if she used three of her fingers, she would not have felt so full. And the only other man in her life to insert his fingers within her has been her doctors over the years - and she felt nothing but cold disgust at those times. It was as if her son Dennis knew instinctively how to finger his mother's sex, while also strumming upon her super-sensitive clitoris. He was simpatico to her body, Doris thought - a little disappointed that it had to be with her son. Given any other man Doris knew she would give up anything to continue such pleasure-filled moments, she would do anything to try and deliver some of the same pleasure to that man as he had given her. Yet, it was her son. Doris tore her eyes to the bedside clock and saw that it was three minutes to the hour. At her retreat after Peter had interrupted what surely would have taken mother and child to a new perverse level, Doris had agreed to her son's question about another hot tub and massage. How could she be so weak she chastised herself! If her son was any other man, she would not blink to jump into that tub to pleasure and be pleasured. Years of a cold marriage and and even colder bed would leave her with little guilt at this mature point in her life. Two minutes before the hour. Was Dennis outside waiting for me now, she wondered with a shiver? Did he have any doubts at all about what happened between them yesterday or did he anxiously look forward to more? Doris guessed that he was outside expecting her to wear the tight expensive new suit that started all this mess when it became transparent after getting wet yesterday. Perhaps he would spread her legs again and order her to...! Doris clamped her eyes shut tight and turned away from the mirror and its cruel reflection. She had to end this, else she feared for her sanity. She had to return to being the dominant but loving parent and let her son know that yesterday had been a mistake, one that can never be repeated. She had to do that, Doris had to confront the one man in her life that she had no defence against. And the scheduled time of their meeting in the back yard in the hot tub was as good a time as any. Dennis sat in the boiling waters of the hot tub and let out a long exhale when he saw his mother stride purposefully toward him. She came after all, he thought to himself. Yet she did not look at all ready to enjoy another tub with him, he knew by seeing her tight face, as she wore her ugly worn shorts and a very old sweat shirt. A part of him had hoped she would not appear - what had started between them the day before had been very sexy, but it was also more than a little freaky. He had lain in bed most of last night, simply recalling in detail the events that had transpired between them in this very hot tub. Dennis knew he had lost control of his desires and had taken a dominance stance with the one woman that society said he can not have. Yet, dominate her he had - and there was something especially sensual about having the forbidden. His mother had succumbed easier and faster than his girlfriend ever did - and that told the young man that his mother was starved for affection, that she wanted and needed love and lust in her drag upper middle class life. Fall asleep, Dennis had swore that he would leave the house and not appear at their rendezvous - not even knowing if she had. Yet the morning light had woken him and the throbbing reminder between his legs helped him to quickly change his mind. His mom was one of those middle-aged ladies that a young guy didn't look twice at - not ugly, more 'common' or plain. After yesterdays events, Dennis believed that he had opened the secret box to his mothers sensuality - and he thought her more beautiful than any other woman he has known. The smile that came to his face was genuine as he watched his mother approach. "Dennis...?" Doris strode to the side of the tub and stood with one hand on its hard marble and the other on her hip. "I'm glad you came mom!" His pleasure was obvious and unhidden, his words caused both parent and child to recall that intense moment only the day before. Doris may have been surprised if she knew her son was feeling simpatico with her own confused emotions. Doris took a deep breath and silently asked God to give her the strength to get through this moment. Did her son realized his choice of words? She had hid from her son since their parting the day before and just from his short statement, his strong reassured words, that she could not help but squeeze her knees together as if to stop the inevitable trickle of pleasure seeping into her groin. "Dennis... about yesterday...?" He smirked, "Yes mom, what about yesterday?" She felt her face flushing and knew it had to be bright red. Doris told herself that she had to take charge here or else she would be damned for the rest of her life. With firm disapproving voice, "Please let me finish Dennis! I am your mother and you will show me the respect that I deserve." Dennis understood immediately what his mother was doing, that she came before him to attempt to return their relationship back to how it had been before yesterday. He could see that no such thing could happen - he could never look upon his mother as anything but the most exquisite woman that exemplified her race that he had ever known. He could remember the feel, scent, sounds and sight of her body and knew that she needed him. The woman that he had released the day before had not been his mother but a woman reborn. "Climb in the tub mother." To Doris the statement was spoken so calmly, after her harsh words, and in such a way that it was as if he had heard a word she had said. "I will not get into that tub with you again young man!" Not after yesterday, she told herself. Dennis smirked and returned his mothers glare with a calm resolve. "You are fully dressed mother and I do not think that in your present mood you are up to exposing me your body." He waved to a spot across from him, the exact spot she had sat the day before. "Come on in and sit on the edge with only your feet in the water mother." He watched her knowing that if she sat down as asked, then she was his. Doris told herself to run, just turn around and run as fast as she could back into the sanctuary of her bedroom. Yet, could it really hurt to sit back where she had been assaulted by him the day before. If anything, she convinced herself, it would prove to the both of them that she was strong enough to deny both her son as well as the thumping of her own heart. With a red face and upper neck, Doris silently climbed into the tub but chose another spot to sit. A small rebellious nature - to sit perpendicular to where her son was sitting, but at least it was not in that spot! She also ensured that her knees were tightly pressed together. She missed the pleased smile that broke out on her son's face before he contained it. She opened her mouth to continue to chastise her son, to tell him that it could never happen again when he spoke first, "I love you mom." Her heart began to melt when he added, "And I love what we did yesterday too!" Consciously she put a clamp down on her raging emotions and even her memories that his simple statement caused within her. It took a few lengthy seconds before she calmed herself to reply, "I love you too honey... but about yesterday...?" He interrupted on purpose, "Its OK mom, I know." Her head felt as if it was spinning as Doris had no idea what her son was talking about. "What...?" "Until yesterday mom, I never really noticed how beautiful you were, how... sexy you are." Her eyes had grown wide as she devoured the words, no man has ever told her she was beautiful or sexy. Inside, Doris's mind was screaming at herself, stop it she told herself, look away, run away - but she could not. "What happened yesterday was not planned as I barely knew what I was doing at the time." She nodded her head, understanding, agreeing. "Yet I do not regret that it happened and I can never forget a second of it." Doris was now in torment, she too felt the same way but had been telling herself since it happened the day before that she had to forget, else both mother and son would be doomed. "You are the most desirable woman that I have ever known and I want you!" Doris suddenly realized her mistake in sitting perpendicular to her son rather than across from him. Dennis was within arms reach of him. As his large strong hand gently grasped her well-muscled calf a large uncontrollable sigh escaped from her lips. The feelings from yesterday were returning, but this time she did not have the excuse of inebriation. Doris knew she was quickly loosing control of the situation and that it had been a mistake to think she could confront her son in the same location that their original transgression had transpired. With a last desperate rush of purpose, Doris quickly stood up, turned about and grasped the edge of the tub to steady herself while climbing out of the slippery wet tub when two wet strong hands grasped her hips and held her steady. She could sense the tall strong wet body directly behind her as if she had radar. Dennis leaned in slowly so that his lips were right next to his mothers left ear so she could loudly hear his whisper, "Please don't go mother." Her lips moved but nothing came out, she had to leave, it was the single purpose she kept repeating to herself. Yet, she was starting to forget why it was so important to run away from her son - the man who loved her like no other. "Tell me that you did not enjoy what we did yesterday and I will let you go?" Her minds eye flashed back at the frank memories of the day before, especially at the sight of her son's eyes as he devoured the sight of her own finger inside her sex. A lengthy and very strong shiver ran through her, which ended between her legs causing a guttural groan to escape her lips. The woman that she had been those moments the day before felt right to her - as if who she had been then was the real woman while the rest of her life was a lie. Dennis could feel his mother shaking in his hands, he knew that he was close to nirvana. Though she had tried to retreat - he knew just by seeing her trembling form that she really did not want to leave the tub and him. This was the opening for him to take charge. "Tell me that you never want it to happen again mother? Tell me that and I will never again touch you as I did yesterday." Doris screamed to herself, this was it, this was her chance to end it. Her son was giving her the opening that she herself could not create and all she had to do was tell him to stop, that this wrong and what had happened yesterday could never happen again. That was what her mind screamed, yet it was the rest of her body that drowned out that voice with the strength of its own argument. Every part of her body wanted him, even her heart wanted to belong to her own son and though it was wrong in every way, there was no argument that she could use to convince herself otherwise. Dennis paused for about two very long minutes before he spoke up again, in a louder, firmer voice, "Tell me that I disgust you mother and I shall leave?" He could see her jaw working for some while before a sound escaped, the words so quiet that he had to strain to hear over the boiling of the hot tub. "I can not!" His heart suddenly soared as he realized that this was an admission that he had won the fantasy that really only started, for him, the day before, upon seeing his mother's shadowed body through her wet swim suit. Removing his firm grasp of his mother's hips, knowing with a certainty that she would not move, he slipped them toward her front. Within his arms, her could feel his mom trembling and he remembered her tremors from the day before, understanding that this was a good thing, a precursor to what was to come. The speed of his mother's reaction surprised him - recognizing her heightened state from the day before as well as compared to his girlfriends more enjoyable moments. It pleased him greatly that any woman would react to him this way, that it was his mother added a demented amount of spice to the pot. There is power to causing a woman to get so passionate that she succumbed to her partner, the very freedom of her pleasure. It could take hours with his girlfriend, and only worked infrequently to a level that he felt any sort of power. With his mother, it seemed that it was as easy as turning on a light switch - that he may not yet understand where the electricity came from, he knew that it was he that could control the brightness of the resulting light. The power that Dennis was feeling now was like nothing he had ever experienced. "Tell me you want to stay with me mother?" His hands were rubbing over his mothers near-flat stomach as she appeared to have trouble breathing and he could feel the tremors of her stomach muscles beneath his open hands. There was a strong urge within her to feel those large strong hands upon her breasts, between her legs, anywhere as long as it was upon her bare flesh. Without a thought, the words voided from her lips, "I want to stay with you." His hands were fumbling at the knot of her belt holding her shorts up even as he spoke with a voice filled with possessive humour, "You are overdressed mother!" His own hands trembled with expectation - desire. Yes, thought Doris, she wanted to be naked with him more than anything else she could think of at that moment. Yet she wanted to look into his eyes, and feared an admission within them of her age. Her body would not look as well out of the tight bathing suit to help mold her frame and the thought that her son could find any fault with her was an overwhelming consideration. With Peter, her husband, she had always been shy with her body, showing nudity sparingly and rarely in the light of day. This desire to be free of encumbrance was new to her and yet another validation that she was no longer the same person. With her son Dennis she was a new woman, a sexy desired woman that wanted nothing more than to give and receive pleasure with the most important man in her life. Her body, her nudity was trivial to the love she had for him then. The faults of her body, that every woman knew about herself so well, came back to her with a vengeance. And a part of her wanted to gave Dennis the body of her youth. Another part of her brain wondered what he would do with her first and a violent reaction hit between her legs just as her son's hands pushed the shorts past her hips and down her thighs. Dennis bent over behind his mother and, one at a time, lifted each foot with his strong but gentle hands so she could step out of her shorts. When he again stood straight, he had his mother's old garment in his hand and was looking down at the excellent but petite curves of his mother's bare buttocks and hips. Doris tried to concentrate on keeping her knees straight - so fearful that they would fold beneath her. She was naked from the waist down outside the sanctuary of her bedroom, in fact outside in the daylight, and she started to imagine what her son's fingers would again feel like within her, but from the different angle they found themselves in at this moment. "You are a very beautiful woman mother!" She could hear the lust in her son's words and knew without a doubt that he spoke the truth as he understood it, that he was feeling simpatico to her own strong feelings. As his two large strong hands slipped upon her small shapely ass cheeks, he gasped into her ear, "I love your ass mom!" The hands slid downward, upon the back of her smooth thighs, "Your legs are the best!" Her son's voice suddenly changed, a new dominant tone that she had only heard once before - when he had ordered her to touch herself. "Spread your legs wider mom." No one had ever spoken to her in that tone before - neither had anyone ever ordered her to do such blatantly sexual acts. Doris thought she was a woman that had seen forty three years and had never felt the joy of releasing her worries, her cares and even her lust to another human being. The fact that she has unwillingly given it to the only person in the world that society says she can not give - revealed just how desperate she had become, how lust-filled a woman she is. She was a new person when she heard that voice, she wanted to perform any act for the man that caused her heart and soul to soar so freely. Dennis needed not hide the half smile as he watched his mother shuffle so that her feet, beneath the turbulent waters of the hot tub, moved over a meter apart. Being a petite woman, and in this spread position, his mother had to place more weight upon the hands on the edge of the marble tub. Another husky whisper, which sounded anxious to the twenty year old, "Ask me to touch you mother?" It was one thing to be taken with a mute response, it was another to voice her uncontrollable lusts verbally. Yet, Doris knew it was pointless to deny herself the pleasures that she knew her son could give her. "Please... touch me Dennis... please honey... I need you so bad!" Doris felt a long fat hard muscle press between the cheeks of her bare ass and knew immediately what it was! Oh my god, she screamed with joy, he is naked behind me! My son is hard! Dennis watched his hard cock press into the natural groove of his mom's buttocks with joy. His mind was delirious with amazed lust - this was his own god damned mother, and she really wanted him! He felt, rather than saw, his mother begin to fall forward - as if her arms and legs were giving out and his hands reached forward around her torso and took her weight to steady her from falling. When in fact his hands now cupped two small well shaped breasts above her ugly sweat shirt. Doris was swooning with uncontrollable lust - her world filled with unimaginable pleasure and panted knowing her son was groping her tits while grinding his penis into her ass crack! She had almost fallen when she uncontrollably tried to bend forward to look up between her own legs in the chance to see a glimpse of him, desiring to see that which was giving her so much pleasure by doing so little. Never had Dennis seen a woman so impassioned, and that included his own girlfriend whom could get more than a little wild at times. His mom was clenching and releasing her ass cheeks so they massaged her son's hard cock while rotating her hips minutely and heavenly, a guttural groan was escaping deep down in her throat while breathing was coming rapidly and aggressively. It was a little worrisome how quickly the woman he had known all his life had changed, and so rapidly. It was one thing to feel the masculine rush of power as a woman succumbs and finds pleasure through him - it was another to watch a woman he thought he had known so well change into something almost common. His mother, he thought, was acting like one of those over-achieving porn actresses, the ones everyone knew had to be faking - only, his mother was not faking this! The hands moved, when he felt that her strength could again hold herself on the edge of the tub, so that his thumbs and forefingers pinched both small hard nipples above the sweat shirt. Doris hissed quickly and immediately grasped, "Oh god!" It took less than ten seconds of rolling those tiny hard nipples to realize that his mother was fast approaching an orgasm. He had barely touched her and already she was ready to come! Doris felt those large strong hands come off her chest all together and then her son leaned over to again bring his lips to her ear, "Do not move mother." To herself, she swore to god that she would do anything to hold herself in this position - at least until her delicious son saw fit to reposition her. A thought occurred to her suddenly and she felt as if her whole body was afire, perhaps he was getting ready to fuck her! It had been difficult to tell with this method of joining of a male and female body, but Doris thought her son was as large and strong between the legs as he was throughout his body. The desire to look upon his orgasm was so strong that it took all her concentration not to disobey him so quickly! Dennis stepped gently back, watching as his hard cock was pulled from that sexy pale crevice. A long shiver hit his mother, and he watched it roll down her spin to end with her wiggling her hips uncontrollably while groaning. He heard her gasp, "Yes... please...!" For a lengthy half minute, as he stared without blinking at his mothers rear attributes, he considered sinking his aching hard prick into her willing body. There was no doubt that it would be a delicious moment, a magical male triumph and giving into the pleasures that seethed through his veins. The decision to forestall that act came suddenly, with his hand holding his organ and aiming it toward the puff of brown hair sprouting backward from her pussy. Dennis decided that it was not time - that he wanted to deliver more passion to his mom, to feel, see and smell her lust. A lust that he had the power to deliver. She, and he if truth be told, would know that yesterday had not been a random clash of nature that could never occur again. His mother must know that her son had this power over her for what she had obviously been missing in life. From this day forward she could never look at her son again with remembering, without realizing he held her climax in the palm of his hand. That, to the young man, had to be the height of dominance and power. Doris slowly returned to the present, her body still sexually heightened but her mind able to focus clearer. It was the warm air between the cheeks of her ass - tickling that which has never seen the light of day. Then she realized, coming out of her fog, that her son's two large hands each grasped one of her buttocks and was gently spreading her apart. When Doris realized that her son was kneeling behind her and that the warm air was his rapid breathing, she almost orgasmed right then and there. No person on this earth had ever looked upon her so commonly, at such an angle that she knew no privacy could exist. She should be disgusted, she realized, that anyone could look upon that forbidden and dirty part of her body - yet again, she this to be more proof that nothing was forbidden, that the old rules no longer applied when it came to her son and her. That his mother was sexually excited need not be proved - though from his new position, Dennis could see that her swollen inner labia was not just wet, but flowing with clear thick juices. Higher his eyes strolled, seeing the dark pink asterisk of his mother's anus clenching nervously as if winking at him. His mother was the epitome of a rigid classy woman - and he knew without a doubt that her rectum was virgin. It would push the boundaries further if he could produce pleasure from that part of her - prove to his mom that he could give pleasure in ways she had never conceived before. Doris was amazed when she realized, and felt her trembling body freeze in response, when Dennis pressed his lips to her rectum. What is he doing, she asked herself? Then the lips pressed again, lingering between her lewdly spread rear cheeks. Oh god! The next time she felt his warm lips, they stayed upon her flesh and then she felt the warm moist tongue gently explore her rectal region. An uncontrollable guttural groan of pleasure escaped her and Doris allowed herself to release the years of entrenched emotions that told her such an act was despicable, wrong, illegal. It was difficult enough trying to ignore the inner voices that told her to run away, to stop this incestuous situation immediately that the alien tongue upon her ass hole seemed almost mundane. Dennis worked patiently and without respite, slowly working his tongue deep into his own parents rectum. At first her hesitant response worried him, thinking his ability to read this new woman had been incorrect, but within seconds she had warmed up. Her body was thrusting backward, as if to get more of her son's tongue within her rear passage, while she was panting deep and quick as a guttural groan of pleasure escaped her throat. The continual waves of pleasure rolling out from that place where her son drilled his tongue into her body, amazed and pleased the middle-aged woman. Why had she never realized that her own ass could produce such pleasure? There was a higher pitch to his mothers squeals of pleasure and Dennis understood this, from yesterday, that her orgasm was seconds away. It was empowering to know that in less then three minutes, by his dead reckoning, that he could bring his mother so close to climax. It gave him the self confidence to do what he was about to do. Doris felt the warm lips and that delicious tongue disengage from her rectum and with only seconds from her orgasm, she paused and began to wail in her mind for the finale! The two hands had let go of her cheeks and she ground her teeth and groaned with frustration. What was Dennis doing? "Did you enjoy that mother?" Oh god... I need to finish, "Yes", she practically yelled through her clenched teeth. His large strong hands were gently fondling the backs and insides of her thighs as his voice calmly stated, "I control when you come mother... you need to learn to just let go and allow me to pleasure you." It took several lengthy seconds before that statement sunk into her fuzzy mind - but when it did a happy smile appeared on her lips and she sighed with pleasure, "Yes". His hands moved quickly and firmly and she allowed herself to be guided until she was again seated on the edge of the great marble tub that her husband had originally purchased to impress his clients. As if in slow motion, Doris watched as she son rose from the raging waters to stand fully naked before her - what her eyes locked upon was the large perfect organ thrusting aggressively from his groin. A wave of trembling rolled through her and her mouth watered while her cunt heaved and then flushed with juices, as her son gently grasped the bottom of her ugly old sweatshirt and drew it up over head so that she was sitting naked before the gorgeous man that had just told her that her orgasms were his to give. Never in her life had she felt so in love... so filled with lust... all for this same man, her own son. In a tiny voice Dennis heard, "I love you Dennis!" His eyes had been feasting on his mothers small 'A' cup breasts, the tiny hard nipple topping each that he only noticed her unblinking gaze at his hard cock after she spoke. Never had he been with a woman so possessed with him, with the excitement that existed between them. It made him feel like a god, a man, and in every way alive. Doris could not help but compare the thick organ before her with the only other that she was intimate with - her husband Peter. Any way you measure, Dennis was larger than his father and though the size of it scared her a little, Doris felt a building urge within her to have it in her body. It could matter not where, just inside her - to possess such perfection, such a pleasure-making toy, only once... then she could be a happy woman. That cock was the altar to her son and she anxiously awaited to pay proper homage. Gently Dennis pushed his mother's shoulders back, holding her as if she were a small child until she lay upon the cool marble. Her unblinking eyes were still locked on that uncircumcised cock that rigidly thrust from his waist by looking down past her own body. Without a seconds hesitation, Doris consciously brought her bare feet out of the water and spread them wide, her knees coming almost to her torso. Before yesterday, the woman that now lewdly exposed herself to her new young dominant lover, had never acted this way, had never felt anything remotely like this woman she had become. There was no regret within her mind, soul or heart - as she realized that she now belonged to that man that was looking between her spread legs, that there was nothing she would not do for him. Another violent shudder ran through her body when she realized that she so very much wanted to be fucked by that great beautiful monster between his legs! Again her heard her near-silent whimper, "Mommy needs you!" "Move your hands around and hold your ass wide mom." Doris started to wonder why her only child wanted her to do this but in a fraction of a second, she stopped her thoughts. She was his woman to do with as he wished - and she doubted not that pleasure was the proof of this subjugation of her sexuality and choice. Her dainty hands moved along the marble before grasping the soft smooth flesh of her buttocks to pry them apart, exposing herself further. Dennis watched as his mother hissed as his own hand stroked his hard cock, angling it down so that the piss hole was aimed right at her face. His balls were aching now and he wanted to jerk off so badly - shooting his seed all over his mothers face and tits, but he forced his hand from himself and sighed, resigned to the path that he had chosen only moments before. Dennis knelt back down so that the boiling waters covered him to the navel, and so that his face was less than a meter away from his mother's spread sex. So wet was that perfect cunt before him that it was running down past her ass hole, past her own fingers to pool on the smooth hard marble beneath. Spending a moment to remember this view for all time, Dennis slowly leaned forward, opened his mouth and brought his tongue directly out and upon the sprayed cunt. Doris uncontrollably arched her back up as she gasped in delighted surprise. When was the last time Peter had gone down on her - since Dennis was a toddler at least. Though, she instinctively and immediately knew that this was going to be much more pleasurable than any memory she held about her husband. A thick finger firmly pressed against her relaxed spread anus so that it moved slowly inward to the third knuckle. Two more fingers easily pressed into her vagina. Her son paused for a second, to take a deep breath, before he began to eat at her hearth and Doris immediately felt herself drifting into that envelope of pleasure where nothing else existed. Dennis was watching his mother past the length of her heaving, shaking and sweaty body as she convulsed toward quickly to another orgasm. Both his hands moved without respite, pushing three fingers in and out of both of his mother's erotic holes. Using his lips and especially his tongue, he used every ounce of his expertise to deliver oral pleasure to his mothers clitoris. The results were awe-inspiring and very effective. Doris had her eyes clamped shut but she could see clearly the white room she was within, could feel the pleasures exploding in her body as her orgasm fast approached. Nothing was this good, not ever had she felt so alive so full of erotic energy and she loved it. That explosion of pleasure quickly approached. The orgasm, when it came within ninety seconds of this tongue coming into contact with her clitoris, amazed and delighted her child. She could realize how much it pleased him when she enjoyed the pleasure that he had had to give. Dennis kept his mouth upon the top of his mother's vagina as she began to wail and thrash uncontrollably. Her hands heaved her hips off the marble so that only her elbows and shoulders held her weight, as her heels rapidly kicked above her and her body convulsed and jerked uncontrollably. As she went over the top of her peak, Dennis actually felt her body relax by the way her muscles lost control about his three fingers. Her whole body seemed to have exploded in sweat and she looked like she was glowing with pleasure. Gently her son sat back, and looked down at the most beautiful woman that he had ever known. It was minutes later that Doris opened her eyes and smiled sweetly at her young lover. Though having lost the grip on her own buttocks, she felt his finger gently moving in and out within her rectum still. "Than you for that my love." A wide and very happy smile came to his lips as well and he asked, "I am not done with you yet mom." She did not try to contain the violent shiver that shot through her body, her heart immediately doubling in pace and her smile widened in response. Slowly that finger came out of her back hole and he gently lifted her back to a sitting position. Smoothly Dennis, still on his knees, leaned in and brought his lips to his parents, his tongue thrusting without pause into her mouth. His strong arms wrapping her in a comforting hug. Doris enjoyed and gave the best kiss of her life, of that she was more than certain. Still in his kneeling position, her son's face was lower than her own and it was strangely erotic to be able to angle her face downward to kiss him. Then there was the taste upon his lips, coating his tongue - her abundant nectar. She had always loved the taste of her pleasure, relishing it in the highest of her masturbatory moments, but it was always her most erotic secret. Tasting it upon her own son's lips, her man as she now considered him, her lover as she hopped he though of her as, was intense and beyond words. It was like a dream she had never had before, coming to life. When he finally broke the lengthy very passionate kiss, Doris caught her son's eyes and with a firmness reminiscent of the mother that he had grown up with asked, "Tell me what I can do to make you happy?" This was the proof of all his hypothesis, that by giving pleasure, even by a dominant means, that his mother would want to return it in magnitudes. Not only was she submitting to his wishes, but it appeared that she wanted nothing better than to be told how to make him 'happy'. The way to a mans heart, as all teenagers, male and female, know - is through his cock. Dennis slowly stood up right before his mother. Time slowed as he again rose from the torrential waters of the hot tub. Her god stood less than an arms length from her, water rolling from his perfect body, while his huge hard cock was a breath away from her mouth. She could not help but pause every muscle in her body, including her breathing, to await her son's command - praying suddenly to be allowed to give him the same pleasure with her mouth as he had given her. While Dennis looked down at his mother while she knelt transfixed on his hard cock - a noise from toward the house caused him to look up and directly into his fathers shocked gaze. At that very second, with Doris feeling only the heightened passion of the last moments, and with that perfect cock before her - she could not control herself as she simply leaned forward, opened her mouth and took half of her son's penis willingly. Peter felt his hand clench his briefcase almost painfully as he heard his son gasp with pleasure after his mom wrapped her lips about his hard cock. How long had they been lovers? Been fornicating out here where the neighbours may see them? How long had Doris been making a fool of him? Dennis forced himself to smile triumphantly, though he could feel only fear, looking directly at his father. Both his hands grasped his mothers small round head as he started to thrust forward. Something possessive had taken hold of him and it would not have helped if he had retreated from this situation - so he did the opposite. He had proved to himself that he could dominate his own mother, turn her into a submissive slut for his pleasure alone - now he had to prove it to his father. With a dry raspy voice, Peter was able to gasp, "The bitch is yours Dennis." Before turning and quickly striding from his home, unsure what he should do about his wife having an affair with his son. One thing he was sure of though, the bitch would not be allowed to embarrass him - of that he was most certain, regardless of what it cost him. With Dennis's two hands over her ears and the fact that Doris felt the passion again raising within her, simply with a hard dick in her mouth, she was deaf to the fact that her husband had just witnessed her debauchery. A small part of her had heard a familiar muffled voice and instinctively knew whom it belonged too - yet nothing else mattered to her any more, nothing but the man and his beautiful hard cock. Doris placed her small hands on her son's hard tight ass and grasped him possessively as he thrust his hips back and forth, his cock moving in and out of her mouth. She focused all her attention on ensuring her oral technique was the best that any man could ask for. Nothing else mattered to her. When the thick muscle within her mouth began to spasm, Doris released she was about to get her first taste of sperm and the the fact that it was her own son's gave her nothing but pleasure. --