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 Title: Filling In


Summary: Dad has son fill in after his accident.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   The accident had been bad, I mean really bad.  The story I got, and how
much was omitted I guess I'll never know; was that another driver was on
their cellphone, they crossed the lanes and clipped the rear passenger
corner of dad's SUV.  Apparently at over seventy miles an hour, the basic
reaction is that your car does this momentum turn which put Dad literally
sitting sideways in the lane.  The only thing that saved his life was that
the other car that actually hit him, hit his passenger side.  It didn't
save that driver; and for that the guy on the cellphone got twenty years
for vehicular manslaughter.

   Not that I didn't feel sorry for the other family, I did; but my main
focus was on my father.  When I walked into the hospital room all I saw was
the ventilator tubing and all the wires coming out of him.  I didn't know
whether to cry or scream.

   Every day for over a month I stopped in; every time he just lay there.
Mom never left his bedside; they brought her meals, I brought her clothes
and what she needed.  I swear she never let go of that hand the entire
time.

   My parents had met just after high school; and as Dad said things just
'clicked'.  They were great parents, I loved them both; and the devotion
between them was more than evident.  It was those small touches, and looks
that let you know there was a real love living there.

   It hurt to watch mom just sit there, but I knew there was no way in hell
she was leaving his side.  She was there when he suddenly squeezed her hand
and she cried as she stared into his eyes.

   Slowly, mom explained to him what had happened.  It was strange just
listening to her be so matter of fact as she explained the accident; and
the extent of his injuries.  Broken leg, fractured pelvis, collapsed lung;
God the list went on.  My Dad was US Army, two tours of Iraq; like the rock
he had always been, he just lay there and listened.

   It took another week or so, before the doctors felt he was able to
breathe without the machine.  When they took the tube out, I wasn't
surprised at his first word.

   "Kiss" he whispered softly.  I watched as mom bent down and kissed those
swollen and bruised lips.

   I tried over the following week, to get mom to go home and rest, she
would have nothing to do with it.  Like a devoted puppy she never left his
side.  I marveled at the love between them, never realizing how much more
was behind it.

   On a Friday I had gotten out of classes and headed from the campus to
the hospital.  I was surprised when I walked in the room when I saw mom
sitting in a chair by the window.  To not see her at the bedside, something
had changed.  I could tell Dad was a bit angry, and mom wouldn't look at
him.

   When Dad saw me come in the room, he looked over at mom.  "Sylvia" he
spoke one word.

   Mom instant rose from the chair and looked at him.  Not a damn word was
spoken, but something passed between them, mom bowed her head and without a
sound walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.  What the hell
was going on?

   "Get my keys from my pants." Dad's voice sounded slightly winded.

   I went to the small closet by the sink where they store patient
belongings and pulled the keys from his pants pocket.  I walked back to his
bed and started to hand the keys to him; but Dad shook his head no.

   "Show them to me" he said.

   One at a time I went through the key ring, holding up each key.  Dad lay
there silent.  When I lifted the small gold key he raised his hand.  I slid
the single key from the ring and returned the others to his pants.  When I
stood beside his hospital bed he looked up at me.

   "In the playroom...closet" he said softly "Tomorrow...come alone." I
watched as he closed his eyes.  I knew the whole episode had taken a
tremendous effort, which meant it was something very important to him.

   As I left him sleeping, mom slipped back into the room from the hall.  I
wondered if she had even eaten today as she softly kissed his cheek.  Soft
words were exchanged, I saw mom shake her head; but I could tell by the
look in dad's eyes there was no changing his mind.  Slowly mom walked over
to where I stood by the door.

   "Home" was all she said softly.

   The entire ride home was almost surreal; mom sat silent the entire
drive. I could tell something was bothering her, more than what had just
happened, but she didn't seem ready to talk.  I thought about telling her
about the key, but the fact dad had made her leave the room made me
hesitate.

   At home, mom made supper for the two of us; when we were done with the
dishes she headed for her bedroom; and I knew she would be asleep in
minutes, as exhausted as she had to be.

   I waited for a bit to make sure she wasn't coming back downstairs; then
headed for the basement.  Years ago Dad had converted the large open
basement into what he called the playroom.  It had a couch, a pool table; a
flat screen television.  All the electronics every teenage boy played was
hooked to the damn thing.  Since I had started college last year, I really
hadn't visited the room much.  Honestly, a lot of my teenage years had been
spent in this room.

   The small closet off to the side was where they kept their liquor, one
of the reasons for the lock.  It was also where we would stash the game
decks when we left on trips, no point in inviting robbery dad always felt.

   I used the small gold key and unlocked the door; I pulled the chain for
the light and glanced around.  There were boxes stacked along one side, and
the other was a built in shelf for all their liquor.  Whatever Dad had sent
me to find had to be in one of the boxes.  I pulled the first out and
lifted the lid; God I thought we had gotten rid of all these old records in
favor of CD's.  The next box held some old photo albums; mostly from
vacations and family get together I saw.  It was the third box I pulled
free that I hit the biggest surprise of my life.

   "Holy shit" I whispered.

   I drew out the fur lined hand cuffs and then the blindfold, and then
came the small whip.  There were two long leather straps and I wondered
what they hooked them to; then it hit me.  Turning I looked over the pool
table behind me; there, mounted in the open beam above the table were two
small rings.

   "Jesus Christ" I almost moaned as I pulled out the most massive black
dick I had ever seen.  The veins ran down the length of what had to be ten
or twelve inches of fat rubber.

   No point in asking how they used this, I thought, as flecks of crusted
white fell off the huge dong.  I continued to pull out various toys and
odds and ends; God damn they were kinky.  Finally, I pulled out what I
thought was a wadded velvet cloth, but it was wrapped around something. 
Unfolding the cloth I just knelt there and stared.

   In my hand was a small leather collar, the black a sharp contract to the
silver studs encircling it; what caused a sudden rush of blood to my groin,
was the name embossed in gold...Sylvia.

   "Mom" I whispered.

   I knelt in the playroom, so many thoughts rolling through my brain; mom
the adoring wife, mom the loving partner, mom the submissive.  It explained
so much that I had passed over and taken for granted for over twenty years.

   The thousands of times it only took a look from my father and mom would
be moving and somehow know exactly what he wanted; the same woman who sat
at a hospital bedside, like a lost soul for over a month.

   I carefully replaced everything back into the box, slipping the wrapped
collar into my pants pocket.  Replacing the box I locked the door and
headed to my room.  I would like to say I was the dutiful son who changed,
went to bed and went to sleep.  Sorry to disappoint everyone.  By then I
had the most raging hardon of my life; I needed relief.

   I lay on my bed, holding that collar in one hand, while the other
stroked my eight inch cock like a mad man trying to drill for oil.  Visions
floated through my mind; dad shoving that black dick up mom's tight pussy
while he fucked her ass; mom handcuffed bent over the pool table while dad
fucked her into submission.  The worst was when I saw her kneeling on the
pool table, arms stretched in the air; drool dripping from the corners of
her mouth as a hard cock rammed down her throat; only it wasn't dad's cock,
it was mine.

   I wasn't a virgin by any measure, and I have to admit I had been a bit
dominant at times, but never to that extent.  The mere thought made my
balls boil, and I shot the biggest load of my fucking life all over my
belly.

   The funny thing was, as sleep settled in my brain; I had the realization
that mom didn't know.  Dad had done this without telling her.  Why?  I knew
I would be returning tomorrow, and hopefully I could get some answers.

   The next morning I figured head to the hospital early.  Trying to catch
dad at his strongest, I figured if I came in the morning he would be better
rested.  The thought paid off as I found him half sitting up finishing a
small breakfast as I walked into his room.

   Silently I sat in the chair and waited while he finished, he glanced at
me once and just nodded.  As he set his small cup of coffee down, he looked
over at me.

   "You brought it with you." It wasn't a question, more of a statement.

   "Yes." I said.

   "The doctors told me yesterday" he said calmly as if changing the
subject was no problem.  "That it's going to be at least four to six weeks
before I get out of here."

   I nodded, he was leading up to something and I knew better than to
interrupt.  "That doesn't include how many months of rehab" he looked at
me. Here it comes, I thought.

   "I'm going to run out of gas quick, so shut up and listen for a change"
he muttered.  "Tonight, call her to the living room, have her kneel, and
put it on her." He instructed me.

   "And then what?" I asked.

   "Then you fuck the living shit out of her" Dad gave a weak laugh.

   "Do you know what you're saying?" I couldn't believe it myself.

   "Every damned word" Dad nodded.  "Rick, I love her; but she needs
direction.  You've seen how lost she is." He sighed.  "I need someone I
trust, someone she loves."

   "Of course she loves me, she's my mother" I said.

   "Well, now she's your slut." Dad looked at me.  "The most valuable slut
in the world, and if you don't understand that, I'll rip your nuts off once
I'm stronger.  Understand junior" his voice deepened.

   "What about when you ARE stronger?" I pointed out.

   "We'll figure that out later" I could tell he was getting winded again.
"Right now I need you Rick...SHE needs you." I could tell he was deadly
serious about this.

   "I've never done this before" I admitted.

   "Then Google it, your generation lives on the damned computer" Dad told
me.

   Fair enough, I could study up on it, try and learn the nuances.  I
looked over at my father, wrapped in IV lines and tubes; I wondered what it
had taken for him to reach this decision.

   "You know I'll be fucking my mother...your wife." I told him.

   "No" dad panted slightly.  "You'll be making love to her, and she
deserves that.  I hope you can understand." He rested back on the pillows
and I knew the conversation was over.

   "I'll do my best dad" I said softly as he drifted into sleep.

   I had a lot to learn, and not a lot of time to learn it in; and boy did
I learn.  What I discovered opened a whole new world for me.  Being a
dominant/submissive couple was a choice; and involved a great deal of
trust. I understood the concept of a safe word, but to realize that no
matter what you were doing, if that safe word was used, you stopped.

   To realize my mother had almost an alter ego; this strong competent
professional woman; who craved to be directed and molded surprised me. 
What hit me the most was when I understood that such a relationship was not
only built on trust, but on a total mutual agreement by both parties; I
will tell you, it opened my eyes to the strength of the bond that bound my
parents together.  It was the kind of bond that very few couples knew.

   I also quickly realized I needed to tread carefully.  It was not my
intent to replace my father; he would always be her supreme alpha male. 
No, I needed to fill in the gap she was experiencing right now; fulfill her
needs without dominating her will.

   I finally decided that the best approach was a combination of being
direct, as my father had suggested; but also subtle.  This had to also be
mom's choice.  Mom had gone to see Dad that afternoon, and when she had
returned she had wandered about the house; finally I couldn't take it
anymore.

   "Go take a bath." I told her in the kitchen.

   "I need to get..." Mom started.  I cut her off by stepping directly in
front of her, staring into her eyes.

   "Go take a bath, that wasn't a question Sylvia" I said calmly.

   Mom stared back at me in shock for about twenty second, and then her
eyes blinked.  "I'm going to take a bath." She said softly.

   Without a word I watched her walk from the kitchen, OK first round went
to me; time to start pressing.  I gave her about fifteen minutes, and
knowing she was in the tub I walked upstairs and into the bathroom.

   "Rick" mom gave a startled squeak.  Her arms came up and covered her
bared breasts; I have to tell you they looked damned good for a woman her
age.  They had nice fat nipples and firm swell to them as she pressed her
arms into her chest.

   "When you're done, come to the living room." I instructed her.  Not
waiting for a reply, I turned on my heels and exited the bathroom.

   I waited another twenty minutes before I heard footsteps on the stairs.
I watched silent as mom stepped into the living room.  She was wrapped in
her housecoat, and I wondered what she was wearing underneath, not that it
mattered at this point.

   Mom froze and stared at me.  Instead of being in my usual spot on the
couch, I had deliberately picked my seat.  She stared at me resting in
dad's big easy chair.

   "Come here" I told her.

   "Rick..." her voice was hesitant.

   "I'm not repeating myself Sylvia" I lowered my voice.

   Mom stood there a moment and stared, then slowly, one step at a time she
crossed the living room until she stood in front of me.  I could see
confusion in her eyes as I watched her; I needed to reinforce to her this
was the new us.

   "Kneel" I said simply.

   Mom opened her mouth to speak, and then clamped her lips shut as if she
thought better of that idea.  Slowly she slid to her knees in front of me,
staring up at me.  I reached over and lifted the velvet cloth from the end
stand; unwrapping the collar.

   "How did you..." her eyes grew wide.  "Oh God, he didn't..." she
whispered.

   I leaned forward and slid the leather around her slender neck.  "You
know what this means" I said softly as I clipped the collar in the back.

   "Yes" mom whispered.

   "Take your robe off" I leaned back in the chair.

   "Rick...we can't" Mom finally whispered a protest.  I was ready this
time.

   "Are you going to go against HIS wishes" I told her.  "How else would I
have known?" I watched her eyes grow as large as saucers as the truth hit
home.

   "No" mom choked back.  Her bond with dad was so strong that once she had
realized this was what he had wanted, it became what she wanted.

   "The robe" I repeated.

   This time there was no hesitation as the buttons popped on the front of
her robe, and then the cloth slid from her shoulders.  God, I thought I had
died and gone to heaven.  Kneeling before me was a gorgeous mature woman in
all her glory.  Mom's breasts overflowed from the white lace bra; the
cavern of cleavage between those globes deep enough to sink my cock into. I
glanced down and saw a well-trimmed bush barely hidden behind thin white
lace panties.  God how had I never seen this creature before?  I could feel
my cock straining at my jeans as I took her in.

   "You're beautiful" I whispered.

   Mom looked up at my face startled; her eyes watched me for a moment. 
"Thank you" she whispered.

   I rose to my feet and stared down at her "How long has it been?" I
asked.

   "Two months" mom's face dropped again.

   "How long is it normally?" I asked as I began to unsnap my jeans.  I had
thought to make her do it, but I wanted this to be one step at a time.

   "Two days" Good God I almost choked on her answer.  The two of them
fucked like rabbits right under my nose and I never knew.

   "What is your safe word?" I asked calmly.

   Once again her head lifted and she stared up at me; I could see the
surprise in her eyes.  A small smile crept to her lips.  "Cantaloupes" she
told me.  "We both hate them."

   "Well that won't work" I chuckled.  "I like cantaloupes." I watched her
eyes widen as both my jeans and boxers dropped to the living room floor; my
raging hard dick now staring her in the face.

   "OUR word" I said with an emphasis "Is Father.  I think he would
approve" I smiled.

   "Yes" mom whispered.

   "Good, now that we settled that issue" I looked down at her.  "Suck my
cock" I told her.

   It was like a catharsis had lifted from her.  Her hands still rested on
her knees as mom leaned in and literally swallowed my entire dick.  She
didn't suck it in; she fucking breathed it down her throat.

   "Holy fuuuckkkk" I groaned as her hot lips dragged back to the tip.

   I stood with my hands on my hips and watched as my mother devoured my
cock.  Spit glistened on the shaft as her head bobbed up and down.  My
balls slapped her chin as she drove her face onto me; God could this woman
suck cock.

   Wet slurping filled the living room as mom serviced me like a pro; her
tight lips pulled on my shaft, while she tried to suck the cum out of my
boiling balls and into her mouth.  I wasn't ready for this to end yet
thought.

   "Suck my balls" I grunted.

   Instantly her mouth popped of my throbbing cock, I felt her slim fingers
wrap around the thick shaft and begin to pump up and down.  Wet heat
enveloped my nuts as she pulled them into her mouth.  I could feel her nose
buried in my musky crotch as she licked and sucked at my full balls.

   I could feel my balls wanting to tighten, and I knew I wasn't going to
last much longer.  Reaching down I wrapped my fingers in her hair, then
jerked her head off me; pulling her head back I stared down at her.  Her
face was flushed, her spit glistening on her chin and there was an almost
feral hunger in her eyes.

   "Do you want it?" I growled down at her.

   "Yesssss" mom moaned.

   "Say it" I commanded her.

   "I want it" there was a small whimper to her voice.

   "You want what?  Say it" I told her again.

   "Your cum" mom whimpered again.

   "Whose cum?" I was pushing her.  This had to be her choice and I knew
it.

   "My son's" mom gasped

   "Say it" I pushed harder.

   "I want...my son's...cum" Mom moaned.  "Please Rick, I need your cum."
That was it; her admission that this was by her choice.

   Without a word I pulled her head forward and rammed my cock back into
her mouth.  This time, unprepared, I heard her gag as my thick head bounced
off the back of her throat.  I didn't slow down; I pumped my pulsing cock
into her hot mouth with a vengeance.

   "Take your son's cream" I husked "Just like your husband wants you to."
I told her.

   "Mmmmmmm" mom groaned around my dick.  I felt her body jerk in my grip
but I was too far gone to register it.

   "FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK" I roared as the first blast of my hot seed filled
her mouth.

   I heard her gurgle on the thick liquid, and then the sound of her
swallowing.  That was followed by a second and then third blast as I
emptied my balls down her throat.

   I've had blowjobs before, but I had never met a woman who could swallow
every single drop of three thick wads without spilling even a spot; mom did
it.  Like a professional prostitute she drank every drop I could give her.

   Exhausted I released her head and sat back in dads' chair.  "Holy fuck"
I groaned.

   "Mmmmmmm" mom murmured.

   Rising to her feet I looked down at a large stain on the carpet where
she had been kneeling.  Somewhere during all of that, this vixen had pumped
an entire pussy full of juice out and soaked the carpet.

   Mom looked down at me with a satisfied half smile.  "Thank you" she
whispered.  For once it wasn't the face of my mother looking back at me; it
was the face of a happy woman.

   "Go to bed mom" I gasped as I caught my breath.

   "Yes dear" mom smiled.  She started to turn away and then looked at me.
"I love you Rick" she whispered.

   "Mom" I called as she started to turn away again.  "Tomorrow morning you
will suck me dry again" she nodded her head.  "Then, you will go see your
husband and tell him everything." I could see shock in her eyes.  "There
will be no hiding." I told her.

   "Yes dear" mom said softly.

   It was such a different feeling waking in the morning to the sensation
of hot lips sliding up and down my cock; looking down and watching moms'
cheeks puff out as her head bobbed up and down on me.

   "That's it mom, suck out every drop" I said in a hoarse voice.

   "Mmmmmm" I heard her coo.  I reached down and stroked her face;
realizing I could get used to this.

   "Fuck you're good" I groaned as my balls tightened.  "Take it mom" I
grunted.

   That small praise I had uttered seemed to energize her and she increased
her speed and suction, trying to pull my hot seed out.  It didn't take long
and I felt my nuts release; hot steaming wads of cream pumping down her
hungry throat.

   As I watched her throat working to swallow my sticky cum, I had the urge
to pull free and shove my still pulsing cock between her swollen wet lips;
but now was not the time.

   As mom rose from the bed, I noticed something different.  This time
there was a small trickle of juice clinging to her chin.  After last
night's performance, I knew this had to be deliberate; there was no way she
would let a single drop slip free.  She's going to him with my mark on her,
I realized.

   Mom's eyes shone as she looked down at me, she reached up and dipped a
finger into the wetness on her face.  "You do understand" she seemed a bit
surprised.

   "Tell him everything" I said softly.  "Hide nothing." I smiled at her.

   Mom nodded and headed for her bedroom to dress.  I spent the morning
lounging around the house; it was odd, I had in one day become used to
having her there to serve me.  Now, it seemed almost as if a part of me was
missing.  I began to understand my father a lot more that day.  'Lucky
bastard' I whispered on more than one occasion.

   That afternoon I was surprised to find mom sitting quietly in the living
room watching television when I crossed through.  I hadn't heard the car
and she hadn't announced her return.  I started to ask how dad was, when I
noticed under the edge of her blouse, the slender leather collar attached
around her neck.

   I walked into the living room and sat in dads' chair, looking at her
silently.  Without a word mom rose and headed for the kitchen.  She
silently came back and set the chilled bottle of beer on the small table
beside my chair, and then returned to the couch.

   A sense of immense power flowed through me; it took every bit of my will
to reel it back in.  This was not my woman, I thought.  Oh she was mine for
now, but ultimately she did not belong to me.  Of course that didn't mean I
couldn't take every advantage of the situation while it lasted.

   Rising from the chair I stepped over in front of her on the couch.  Mom
glanced up from her magazine straight at the bulge in my jeans.  Setting it
aside she reached up and began to unsnap my jeans.  Before I could move she
had them open and tugging them down to my knees; as my thick cock slipped
free into the cool air of the room; hot lips wrapped around it.

   "God yes" I moaned as mom began to suck.

   It was different this time; her pace was more measured and slower.  She
wasn't out to drain me this time, no she was preparing me.  For ten minutes
mom built me to steel hardness, and held me there.  My balls boiled but
held as this master worked my dick.  By the time I pulled her head back I
was nearly coming unglued with need.

   "Kneel" I rasped out.

   Mom slipped from the couch and kneeled on the living room floor.  I
stepped behind her, and pressed my hand into her back, forcing her body
forward.  Catching herself with her hands, she knelt down without a sound
on her hands and knees, watching me drop in behind her.

   I reached out and with a single jerk pulled her slacks over the curve of
her ass, bring it and her panties to her knees.  I could see the glisten on
her thighs and knew she was more than ready for this.

   No preamble, no foreplay; I knelt behind her and drove my fat cock into
her in one thrust.  For a woman who had born a child, and who was now in
her early forties; God damn she was tight.

   "Nuuhhhhhh" mom grunted as I pushed home.

   "Fucking tight" I whispered as I pushed deeper.

   "God yes Rick" mom moaned back as I finally sank to the hilt inside her.
"I need this baby" she said softly.

   She needed this, God I had ached to do this for two days.  All sense of
restraint stripped away as I pulled back and slammed back in.  Wet
squelching filled the room, matching the sound of my hips slapping against
the globes of her ass as I fucked my mother.

   I reached down and gripped a handful of her hair; pulling back I brought
her up onto her knees, my lips pressed close to her ear.  "Did you tell
him?" I asked.

   "Yes" mom grunted as my hips pounded into her.

   I caught the faint whiff of something when she spoke.  It hit me like a
bomb.  "You sucked him off" I stated.

   "God yes" mom grunted back.

   The idea she had crawled into dad's bed like some small child needing
attention, and had sucked his balls dry while she described how her son had
used her mouth; sent a bolt through me.

   "Oh God Ricckkkkkkkk" mom moaned as I pounded harder into her.

   I've fucked a lot of girls, but this was more than fucking; this was
pure animal rutting.  I grunted and swore as I pounded into her.  I could
feel hot juices coating my cock and drip down her thighs.  Mom's eyes were
rolled back, her mouth open as I hammered into her.

   "Cumminnnggg...oh my God...oh my God..." mom moaned.

   "Cum on your sons cock" my voice hissed in her ear.

   "Cummiinggg...son...so good..." mom babbled as she shook and trembled in
my arms.

   I can't explain why, but it had been very important that she have the
first orgasm.  Feeling that hot cream splattered out around my pounding
cock was deeply satisfying; to know I brought her the same pleasure she
gave me.

   I shoved her body forward, splaying her out on the living room floor
under me.  As her walls rippled along my cock, I braced myself on my hand
and toes; using my full body weight to slam down into her pinning her to
the floor.

   "Oh God...fuck me...use me..." mom groaned with every stroke.

   Her tits were pressed into the floor, and the cheeks of her ass shook
with every blow.  I used every ounce of my weight and strength to slam
relentlessly down onto her.  I heard her give a soft keening sound as her
body violently trembled under me.

   "Agaiiinnnnn" mom wailed as her walls tightened around me.  I never
slowed my pace.

   The first round had been for her, now it was my turn.  I felt sweat drip
off my body as I cut loose, pounding into her.  I could feel those velvet
walls sucking me in; my full balls slapping her ass with every stroke.  I
was driving so deep I had to nearly hitting her cervix, I thought.

   "Cum...please..." mom begged softly under me.

   "I can't hear you" I growled down at her.

   "Want...your cum...God please..." Mom gasped.

   "Have you been good?" I cajoled her.

   "Good girl...good momma...pleasssseeeeee" she cried softly.

   "Say it." I instructed her.

   "Please...cum in me...fill me with your seed." mom begged.

   It was like a bomb went off in my nuts.  Here under me, was my loving
mother; and the hottest fuck I had ever had.  My eyes fogged over as my
brain all but shut down.

   "MOOOMMMMMMMMM" I roared as my balls released.

   "Yes...yes...yes..." mom softly chanted under me.  "Feel IITTTTTTT" she
screamed as the first scalding blast washed her walls.

   Mom's body literally flopped under me as her orgasm ripped through her;
but I barely registered it as a second squeeze in my sac set another thick
wad deep into her gripping cunt.

   God I must have dumped half a gallon of hot cum into her as my balls
ached.  She lay there quivering, taking every drop.  By the time I was done
I was a weak as a kitten as I pulled free and collapsed back against the
couch.

   "Holy shit" I mumbled.  This had been the most intense sex of my twenty
some years.

   Mom turned her head and looked at me with a satisfied smile.  "Thank
you" she whispered.  It was as if I had rewarded her with candy; instead of
having just fucked the shit out of her.

   For the next two weeks I made a point of taking care of mom at least
every other day.  It wasn't that I couldn't have done it more; hell I could
have fucked her twice a day if I had my way; but dad had reassured me that
while she would submit it would make her sore and tired.  Caring for her
was paramount, and I soon discovered exactly what he meant.

   The doctors had said dad was making great progress, what did you expect
from a man who made living life its own challenge.  Mom and I were visiting
on a Saturday afternoon; Dad had been up for a short walk and was resting
in bed.  He looked over at mom, and once again I watched that connection
between the two of them.

   I envied the bond they had, I knew I could push further with mom; but it
just didn't seem right.  Mom silently rose from her chair and with a soft
kiss of his cheek; she walked out of the room.  Dad looked at me for a
moment.

   "You're getting better every day" he said with a smile.

   "I'm trying" I said quietly.

   "Trying or not, I wanted to say thanks" Dad said.  "Your mother and I
needed you, and you stepped up; I'm proud of you."

   "Proud of me for fucking my mother" I gave a short sick laugh.

   "No, proud of you for taking care of your mother" Dad said quietly. 
"There's a difference Rick."

   "I know...thanks Dad" I said sullenly.

   "You want her, don't you." His voice was soft but clear.

   "Would you hate me if I said yes" I looked at him.

   "If you didn't say yes I would have beat the shit out of you." God he
was so calm.

   "It doesn't matter; she belongs to you." I said honestly.

   "Yes she does" Dad said matter of fact.  "There's something I want you
to do this week." Dad started talking.  I didn't know whether to have a
raging hard on, or be shocked out of my skull when he was done.

   "You're serious?" I asked shocked.

   "Very" Dad looked at me.  "It's always been her favorite and I think
before I come home, you should give it to her."

   "I'm not sure" I said hesitant.

   "Your brain says that, if your dick got any harder it would rip your
jeans" he nodded at my groin.

   "Asshole" I muttered.

   "Just send your mother in" he said with a laugh.

   "Are you going to tell her?" I was curious.

   "Hell no" Dad snorted.  "No, there's something else she and I need to
discuss" his face grew serious.  "Something important, but we'll take care
of it."

   I just nodded and stepped to the hospital room door.  As I watched mom
come into the room, that eager to please smile on her face as she headed
straight for dad; I knew I could fill in for the old man...but I could
never BE him.

   Maybe someday I'll get as lucky as he is, I thought wistfully.

   Back at home I went to the playroom and pulled out the box again. 
Carefully selecting the items I wanted, I thought everything thru in my
mind.  I wasn't built like dad; six foot two and a hundred and ninety
pounds of muscle.  At five foot ten and barely breaking one seventy I had
to modify things a bit.

   The first was location, so I headed up to the master bedroom.  The
second would be how I would initiate things.  Honestly, the idea didn't
come to me until the last moment.  Mom had finished the dishes and said she
was taking a shower.  I silently acknowledged her comment, and as she
walked away, it clicked.  This was my opportunity.

   Hurrying up the stairs I got the last of the items set out in the master
bedroom, while I listened to the running water.  I stripped and then
waited, when I heard the water turn off, I stood at the door to the master
bathroom.  I eased the door open and watched through the crack as she
stepped from the shower.  Bending at the waist mom began to dry her hair;
God that ass looked fantastic; too bad I was about to ruin it.

   Opening the door, I reached out and wrapped my arms around her waist.

   "Rick" mom gave a shocked squeal as I lifted her off the floor.  It took
some effort, but I carried her into the bedroom and threw her half wet body
onto the large bed.

   "Rick...what are you..." The rest was an expulsion of breath as I landed
on top of her straddling her chest.

   The move did exactly what I had hoped, first it knocked the wind out of
her, second was it stunned her.  For the few seconds she lay in shock; I
reached up and wrapped the leather straps I had previously tied to the
headboard around each wrist.

   Mom began to finally struggle as I twisted my body around.  I had to
capture each leg as I secured her ankles with the other two straps.  All
the while I heard her chattering.

   "Rick...you can't...I'm your mother...oh God...honey stop..." I honestly
almost believed her; until I caught the scent filling the room; raw
pheromones, the smell of a woman in heat.  She had to be dripping wet as I
had secured her to the bed.

   "What are you doing?" she asked with wide eyes.

   "What else" I half sneered.  "I'm fucking my mother."

   Before she could move or answer, I lined my cock up between her spread
thighs, and rammed home.  One single stroke and my balls slapped against
her ass; God it felt like a volcanic vise as I drove in.

   "AAAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG" mom screamed as my cock ripped her open.

   I didn't hesitate this time, my hips started right away as I began to
pound down into her trapped body.

   "Rick...Rickkk...Rickkkyyyyyyyyy" mom squealed.

   Her back arched and those magnificent breasts thrust straight into the
air.  Her eyes rolled back and a grimace washed across her face.  Her legs
and arms jerked at the leather straps as I hammered into her.

   Hot juices sprayed out to wash my belly as her body quaked through her
first orgasm.  I never let up, I pounded and pounded my hips slapping into
her pelvis over and over.  I gritted my teeth to keep from cumming, almost
biting my tongue; not now, I needed to hold this together.

   For over ten minutes at least I ravaged my mother's abused cunt.  It was
the most violent I had ever been in my life, I was terrified I was going
too far; but when I reached between mom's out stretched arms to slide my
hand under the pillow, my face drew near hers.

   Dear God, I had never seen a face of pure rapture before that moment. 
The bed was soaked under her body with cunt cream and sweat; her tits were
mashed against my chest as I stretched.  Mom's eyes glowed as she stared at
the ceiling, glazed with lust; her face flushed a crimson that ran down her
neck.  My face was near hers and I felt her head slightly lift.  She nipped
at my earlobe, and then a voice that dripped lust whispered in my ear.

   "Dear God I love you" her voice taut with passion.

   Latching onto my prize, I quickly pulled back, drawing my hips out. 
With every ounce of my strength I slammed my hips down, driving all of my
cock deep inside her.  I hope I was big enough, and then I felt it.  That
pressure as the tip of my cock pressed lightly against her cervix.

   Mom gurgled, her head arching back into the bed.  I hear the leather
straps snap as she jerked hard on them.

   "Ohhh...myyyyyy...GAAAWWWDDDDDDDDD" mom screamed.

   I felt the walls of her already tight cunt slam down on my cock. 
Planting my knees and hands I jerked back; the effect was to rip my cock
free of her clutching pussy in one move.

   Mom's eyes popped open and a rabid look crossed her face. 
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" she screamed.

   Dad knew his little sub well; she did exactly what he claimed she would.
Her ass shot straight up into the air as her back arched.  The most pitiful
keening filled the room, like some kind of wounded animal.

   I quickly shoved the pillow under her suspended ass, and then made my
move.  With my smaller size and less strength, I had to make some
adjustments; but at this point everything literally fell into place just as
dad had described.

   I reached forward and shoved...HARD.  I looked down and watched as
almost a foot of huge hard rubber dick slammed into her stretched hole. 
Mom's eyes turned into huge saucers as her entire gut was stretched wide
open.  I swore I could even see the bulge on her flat belly as that monster
drove into her.  Her mouth opened to scream, but the only thing that came
out was a small trickle of spit that ran from the corner.

   Now was the moment, I shuffled forward, gripping my own cock in my other
hand.  Having positioned the pillow just right, I knelt there and waited. I
gave my other hand a quick twist just to stimulate, watching mom's entire
body quiver as that thick black cock twirled deep inside her gut.

   I looked up just in time to watch mom's eyes slowly roll back until only
the white's showed.  "Fuck" she grunted softly and it was like the wind
went out of her sails as her body dropped back to the bed.  I looked down
between her spread thighs and watched in wonder as the fat head of my cock
pressed against the tight ring of moms' ass, and then easily slid inside.

   I knew I wasn't huge, like I mentioned I'm about eight inches.  But
eight inches can feel like a telephone pole when it's shoved up your ass.
Having experience with anal sex before I had greased my cock with a light
sheen of baby oil.  Between the oil and her own weight, I stared as inch by
inch I slid into her tight rectum.  God, I thought her cunt was tight; her
sphincter gripped me so tight if I hadn't been gripping my cock I swear it
would have bent my steel hard dick.

   Even as her exhausted body continued its journey down; her head rose
from the bed and looked at me.  Her eyes had suddenly refocused and she
looked at me with wonder.

   "You're...in my ass...oh God Rick..." mom panted.  "Did...did he...oh
Jesus" she whispered as she sank completely onto me.

   "What do you think?" I asked, my wrist twisting again, driving that fat
piece of rubber deep into her.

   I pulled my hips back and then slid back in, timing the movement to
match that fat piece of rubber pushing deep; mom's eyes rolled back again
as her body began to quake; both of her holes filled to capacity.

   "Tom...oh God Tom..." Mom gurgled.  "I'll be good...I promise" mom
whimpered.

   I watched in amazement as mom's shattered mind slipped back to dad.  I
envied my father more than any man on earth in that moment.  To have the
complete love and trust of a woman like this, it was something I had never
imagined.

   My mind snapped back as I felt my balls begin to tighten, dad was right;
you don't last long with your cock buried in a sweet tight ass.  I released
my cock and laid my hand across mom's belly, I could feel the muscles
flexing as she mounted.

   "Please...Tom..." she whimpered; but I remained silent.

   "Can I...can I...please let me...cum." Mom barely whispered out.

   I tried to lower my voice to dad's deeper baritone; but I don't think it
really mattered much; mom's mind was totally overwhelmed as her orgasm hung
right on the cliff.  "Cum for me baby" I told her.

   "Cumming...cumming for Tom." Mom groaned.

   Her entire body locked up, her thighs quivering against the straps.  I
could only kneel there and watch as a fountain of hot juice erupted from
between our bodies, splashing halfway up my chest as mom's body
surrendered.

   When the heat of that cream hit my skin, my balls erupted; sending thick
wads of steaming cum deep into her belly.  I don't even know if she was
aware I was cumming; but it didn't matter.  This was for her; dad had said
this was how he had 'won' her; and he would remind her every now and then.
I felt honored to be a part of their ritual, it brought me closer to the
two of them than I had ever imagined.

   As my balls pulled up tight, the last of my seed dribbling into her ass;
mom gave a deep sigh; and then collapsed onto the bed.  Sliding my cock
free I could see the thick ooze of cum that dripped from her ass and soaked
the bed.  I pulled the plastic dildo free; and then quietly undid the
straps from her wrists and ankles.  I lay her now limp body out on the bed
and drew the sheet over her.

   "I love you" I whispered as I kissed her forehead.

   "Love you Tom" mom murmured.

   I have to say I had mixed feeling when we brought Dad home that Monday.
As a son I couldn't have been happier, I even felt mom's tears of joy as
she hugged me tight.

   "Thank you...for everything" she whispered in my ear.

   I did feel a bit like the third wheel for the next couple of weeks.  I
watched mom resume her daily routine; that silent communication, the love
and adoration in her eyes.  I had a new appreciation for their
relationship.

   That Saturday I roused myself from bed about nine.  I had just finished
mowing the lawn and had been texting a couple of buddies about joining them
in a quick game of pick-up.  I went into the house to tell mom and dad I
would be heading out, and almost went back out the back door again.

   "Rick" my father's voice drew me back.  Shit I thought.  With a sigh I
trudged into the living room.

   "At least say hello" his deep baritone told me.

   I turned to the couch; "Hello Aunt Melanie" I sighed out.

   Aunt Melanie, mom's younger sister, I guess you would call her an oops
child.  My grandparents had a son and then a daughter; figuring everything
was done, they were surprised when my grandmother popped up pregnant almost
ten years later with Aunt Melanie.  In a way she had grown up a spoiled
only child, and there were times she still acted like it; hell most of the
time.

   There was just something that always grated on me about the woman.  It
wasn't that she was butt face ugly or something; hell if anything she
actually pretty easy on the eyes.  She had shoulder length blonde hair and
those same piercing blue eyes mom had.  Her hips were curved in all the
right places; oh maybe her boobs were a bit smaller than mom's, but believe
me she had a killer ass.

   "Rick." That almost whiney voice came out of her; it took everything I
had not to shudder.

   "I'm heading to the high school, going to shoot some hoops" I turned and
spoke to Dad.

   "You can't even spend a Saturday with your injured father?" God that
voice was killing me.

   "I spent every day for the last two months" I didn't even turn from
facing Dad.  "Besides mom is here, he'll be fine."

   ""Don't get sanctimonious on me Ricky" I hated when she called me Ricky.
"Your mother waist on him hand and foot; she's his wife not his footpad for
God's sake."

   Something snapped inside me; maybe the month of having mom; maybe just
that better understanding of mom and dad; I'm not really sure.  Dad saw it
in my face, he opened his mouth to speak, but it was too late.

   I wheeled around and face my Aunt Melanie.  "Listen...woman." I kept the
other choice words to myself.

   "Don't you EVER call her a footpad, do you understand.  "The fact you
can't hold a husband is no damn reason to berate a loving couple like
parents."

   I felt mom cringe beside me.  The fact Aunt Melanie had been married and
divorced twice added fuel to my comment, but it was supposed to be a
forbidden subject in our house.

   "How DARE you..." Aunt Melanie rose from her seat on the couch.

   "Oh I dare all right" I stepped in front of her.  "That's the problem
Aunt Melanie; you've never met a Man.  Those wimpy assed pussies you called
husbands needed to deal with you; but they didn't have the guts." I stared
into her saucer wide eyes.

   "You wouldn't..." her voice cracked.

   "Don't push me Melanie" I told her.  In the heat of the moment the title
of Aunt had suddenly vanished.  This was man against woman, and I was
damned if woman was going to win this time.

   "Or I'll push you to your knees and show you what a real man does" I
growled into her face.

   "Rick" mom gasped beside me, but I wasn't even registering the presence
of my parents.  I never saw my father gesture at mom making her fall
silent.

   "You little..." Aunt Melanie started in, her face flushed bright red.

   "I'm not little Melanie" I gave a wicked smile.  "That's your problem;
maybe eight inches shoved down your throat would shut you up." I hissed. 
"Now get off my back" I rumbled.

   I wheeled around and started to leave, but I heard it; an almost soft
whisper behind me.

   "Yes sir." I heard Aunt Melanie's voice.

   I whipped back around and stared at her.  This time really LOOKED at
her. Her eyes were big and round; and the glitter in those crystal blue
eyes reminded me...I froze.  The flush on her face had spread.  It now
raced down her neck, with just a faint rose spreading across the open
cleavage of her blouse.

   "What did you say?" I asked as I stepped back in front of her.

   Aunt Melanie's eyes locked to mine.  Her mouth opened and I watched her
lips move, but the words weren't coming out.  Finally, in a small strangled
voice she spoke.

   "Yes...sir" she whispered again.

   I glanced down at her pale yellow blouse, holy shit her nipples were
rock hard and pressing through the fabric of her bra and blouse.  I looked
back into her eyes, she knew exactly where I had been looking, and now the
flush in her cleavage was even deeper than before.

   Everything in the room vanished but her, I can't explain it.  I didn't
hear the television, I never saw my parents sitting on feet away.  My whole
focus was on this woman before me.  I glanced at the floor in front of my
feet, and then nodded at her.

   Slowly, Aunt Melanie sank to her knees in front of me, her eyes never
leaving my face.  I had the urge to say something, but I bit back the
words. She was a grown woman, she knew.  I stood there and waited as Aunt
Melanie looked up.  Hesitantly her hands came up, I never said a word as
she slowly unsnapped my jeans and pulled down the zipper.  I wanted to
shove my cock down her throat so bad I almost reached down and ripped my
jeans to my knees, but I waited.  This needed to be her, somehow I
understood that.

   "Oh God" I heard her moan when my rock hard eight inches finally sprang
free.  One slender hand came up and wrapped around my thick stalk.

   This time when she looked up at me, her eyes had changed.  The blue was
still there, but there was a new smoldering look, blended with a look I had
never seen in a woman before; pure adoration.

   May I..." she asked softly.

   "Say it>" I told her.

   "May I...suck it" Her voice trembled.

   "May you suck it...what" I pressed.

   "May I suck it...please" Aunt Melanie almost moaned.

   "No" I told her.  God I had never seen a look of sheer want suddenly
turn into sorrow so quickly.  "Because I'm going to fuck your mouth" I
quickly added.

   "Yessss" Melanie moaned.

   I reached down and gripped the sides of her head, wrapping my fingers in
her hair.  "I'm going to fuck your mouth until I dump my cum down your
throat" I husked.

   "Ohhh Rick" Melanie moaned.

   That was the last coherent word she said as my hips drove forward, and
my entire cock slid into her mouth.  I heard her gag as my length hit the
back of her throat, but I didn't stop.  My brain was hazing over and I
fought to keep my mind clear.

   Holy shit, I thought mom was good; Aunt Melanie put every Las Vegas
stripper to shame.  Her hands dropped limp to her sides as I held her head.
Even gagging she pressed her face further on; spit dripping down her chin.

   I felt her nose bury in my pubic hair as her chin banged into my
swinging balls.  "Fuck yeaaahhhhh" I moaned as total suction covered my
entire cock.

   "Uullkkkkkkkk" I heard her gag, but she didn't stop me.

   Oh my God every fiver and nerve in my cock went haywire.  Her tight
throat squeezed the head, her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, her
lips dragged along every inch; and I was being bathed in her warm saliva.

   I was so close I was about to scream; but something clicked in the back
of my mind.  My fingers tightened in her hair, and with every bit of my
willpower I had left, I pulled her mouth free.

   "Oh God noooooo" Melanie whimpered.  I bent down to my face only inches
from her, holding her head in my hands, cradling her face I gently stroked
her cheek.

   "Say it" I whispered one more time.

   "I want your cum, dear God I need your cum...please" she babbled back.

   "I own you, do you understand Melanie" I whispered.  "From this moment
on, you are mine and mine alone" I told her.

   "Yes, God yes" she moaned.  "I'll do anything...let me please you" she
choked out staring into my eyes.

   "Will you be a good girl" I gently kissed her lips.

   "I'll be good...I promise Rick" a single tear trickled down her cheek.

   "I love you" I whispered against her cheek.

   "I love you" Melanie moaned.

   I rose back up, only this time; I released my grip on her head and
rested my hands on my hips.  I stood there watching her, waiting.  This
time it would be all her.  I felt those glorious lips slide back down me,
that hot mouth envelope my cock.

   "Oh my God" I groaned.  "Take my cum you perfect cocksucker" I told her.

   I just stood there and quivered as my nuts tried to melt off my body. 
Roaring filled my ears, my eyes squeezed shut, and the first blast of
molten cream poured down her throat.

   Jesus Christ; I came and I came and I kept cumming; my balls actually
hurt they spasmed so hard.  Through it all Aunt Melanie sucked and slurped
and swallowed every single drop.

   By the time she was done my cock was softening in her mouth and yet she
seemed reluctant to release it.  My brain finally started to clear; and
with shock I realized we were standing in the middle of the living room;
and my Aunt Melanie had just drained me completely; feet from my parents. I
reached down and helped her stand on wobbly legs.

   "Your turn" I said softly.  Her eyes widened in delight, and like an
eager to please child she all but scrambled for the stairs.  I didn't need
to tell her, she knew we would be going to my bedroom.

   "Sorry" I said quietly, looking at my parents.

   "Don't be" my father's deep baritone answered.  "Don't keep her waiting,
she needs you" he smiled.

   I just nodded and took ahold of my still open jeans.  I hadn't made four
steps to the base of the stairs and I could feel my cock thickening in
anticipation.

   "Congratulations...lucky bastard" my father's voice followed me.

   Turning I stared at what I considered one of the luckiest couples on the
planet.  "That makes two of us" I smiled back.


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