Don Scott: Mom gives her all

"Marry me, Cathy. I want you to be my bride. I want you to be Mrs. Tom Sanders."

Whatever exhaustion she felt was gone instantly. Cathy bolted upright on the desk. Her feet did not quite touch the plushly carpeted floor that she had fucked on so many times. She looked at the ring, then into Tom's eyes, then back to the ring. She couldn't believe it was actually happening. Cathy had dreamed that Tom would one day ask her to marry him, but she had always thought that it would remain a dream, and nothing more.

"Do you mean it?" she asked, her voice shaking.

"Yes. Yes, of course I do. I'm not going to let someone as terrific as you slip through my fingers. I love you and want to be your husband." Tom took Cathy's trembling hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. "Say yes, Cathy. Say yes, and you'll be my bride."

"Yes."

Tom kissed Cathy's lips lightly, his fingertips grazing her cheeks. He stepped-away from her and pulled up his pants.

"Oh, no!" Cathy suddenly gasped.

"Honey, you've got an appointment with the Johnson lawyers in twenty minutes! Hurry!"

Tom was gone within seconds. Cathy stayed on the desk, admiring her shining new engagement ring. In twenty-seven years, she had known only three lovers. The first two were during her college years, when she had thought she was in love. After that, she went through a period of celibacy. She had stayed away from men, and thrown herself headlong into her studies. Her brilliant mind worked constantly, smoothly, thinking of everything except men.

Sliding off the desk, Cathy stared at her ring. The diamond was bigger than anything she could ever have hoped for. It glistened in the afternoon light that streamed through the window. Wearing nothing more than a white blouse, garter belt, nylons and high-heeled shoes, Cathy forget about her nudity. She took a step mindlessly, still looking at the ring. Her huge, creamy tits jiggled, and the blouse unbuttoned.

Near the door of the office, the rest of Cathy's clothes were piles in a heap. Her prim, conservative skirt-vest and jacket all signified that this woman was professional through and through. Only Tom knew the seething, passionate need for cock that was hidden inside her supple body.

When the door burst open, Cathy wheeled around, facing it. Her eyes were wide with fright as Miles, Tom's handsome son, stepped into the office. As soon as he saw Cathy, he closed the door and leered hungrily at her body.

"Well I'll be damned," Miles purred. "I never thought the ol' man was ripping off your pussy!"

Cathy didn't know what to do. Miles was between her and the rest of her clothes. The look in his eyes told her that she wouldn't get them without giving up something in return.

Cathy didn't exactly know what Miles had in mind, but she knew she wouldn't like it. There was something about him that bothered her. Perhaps it was the fact that he hardly ever said anything, or maybe it was that he was spoiled rotten.

"Miles, please leave," Cathy whispered, trying in vain to cover her big tits with one hand, and hide her cunt bush with the other. "Don't you ever knock before entering a room?"

Miles ignored Cathy's protests and requests. Standing almost as tall as his father, he was powerfully built, and more muscular than Tom. His brown hair hung to his shoulders, curling in loose waves. Unlike his father, he was clean-shaven, and probably couldn't have grown a mustache if he had wanted to. His broad chest was almost hairless.

"Please leave," Cathy said helplessly. "This is very embarrassing, and you're not helping matters any. I'd like to put my clothes on, if you don't mind."

"I do mind."

Miles' words came out slowly, each word carefully drawn out to frighten Cathy. He looked down at her clothes, then at her. He liked what he saw. He liked it a lot.

Cathy shivered as she looked at the young man. His face held no emotion at all. That particularly frightened her.

"Take my cock out, and let's fuck," he said softly.

"Don't be ridiculous!" Cathy snapped, stepping farther away from Miles, toward Tom's desk. "You're what? Twenty? I'm twenty-seven. I'm much too old for you."

Even Cathy was aware of the futility of her protests. Since blooming to full womanhood, she had gone to considerable lengths to hide her ripe, curvaceous body. But without many clothes on, she couldn't deny her own beauty to Miles.

"You'll do as I say," Miles purred softly, "or I'll open this door and invite all the secretaries to come in and see who's been fucking the boss. Would you like that? Do you think my dad would like that?"

"Can't you see I'm desperate?" Cathy pleaded.

"Of course I can. That's why I'm going to get what I want. Being desperate makes you vulnerable, and vulnerable women, with bodies like yours, turn me on." He moved closer to Cathy, an evil smile growing from the corners of his thin, severe mouth. "On second thought, I don't want sloppy seconds from my old man. I want you to suck my cock. Yes, I think a blowjob would be even better than getting fucked."

"I… I can't do that," Cathy whispered, staring at the floor. "I've never been able to do that. Not with anybody."

Miles said nothing as he stepped up to Cathy, close enough so that they were nearly touching. She looked into his eyes again, searching for some sign of weakness, something that would give her a clue as to how she could get out of following his commands.

The steely, unyielding look in Miles eyes made Cathy shiver. She knew instantly that his wishes would be forced upon her, and that there was really nothing she could do about it.

"Don't make me do that," Cathy whispered. She thought of screaming, but then dismissed it. Miles' powerful fists would probably come charging into her stomach, silencing her before anyone could be alerted. "Please, Miles, don't make me take your thing… in my mouth."

"On your knees, bitch," Miles said softly. "Start sucking before I get angry. If I get angry, I guarantee you'll be sorry."

When Miles put his hands on Cathy's shoulders and applied pressure, she sunk slowly to her knees. Her mind was reeling crazily as she tried to figure out exactly what was happening to her. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. She felt the carpet under her knees. Her big tits rose and fell with each rapid, frightened breath.

Cathy looked at Miles' crotch. She could see his lump of cock meat stretching down one leg of his tight jeans. Like his father, Miles had been endowed with a prick that, when fully hard, stretched out over ten inches long. Cathy wondered if she'd even be able to fit his huge cock head into her inexperienced mouth.

Her hands were shaking when Cathy loosened Miles' belt and unsnapped his fashionable jeans. She caught the tab of his zipper, and she pulled it down slowly. The sound of the zipper's teeth splitting seemed amplified a thousand times.

Cathy wished Miles would say something, would continue to command her.

If he did, she wouldn't feel so much like she was about to give him a blowjob because she wanted to.

"This is a terrible thing you're making me do," Cathy whispered as she pushed his jeans down to his thighs. Miles wore no underwear. His half-hard prick sprang out toward her face, drooping downward from its own awesome weight.

A weak mewling sound came from Cathy's throat as she stared at his pale, meaty cock. His cockhead was mushroom-shaped and very large. His prick shaft was broad, with the upper surface almost flat and the underside of his fuckpole rounded. A thick blue vein ran along the length of his cock, and Cathy could see the vein throbbing as blood pumped through it.

"I may not be very good at this," Cathy said softly, almost apologetically. "I've never done this before. Never, ever before."

Despite her revulsion with Miles, Cathy couldn't explain her strange curiosity about what his cock tasted like. She had heard the girls talking about blowjobs, and how much their boyfriends enjoyed them. She had heard all those awful stories about the girls swallowing cum and enjoying it, but Cathy never really believed them. She just couldn't imagine how a woman could enjoy haying a man shoot his jism into her mouth. She was convinced that the women who sucked men off really didn't like doing it, even if they said they did.