Don Scott: Mom gives her all

Cathy did nothing to stop Miles when he began fondling her tits. She tried to ignore the hot, itching sensations coming from her nipples. She wanted to claw him with her fingernails but, of course, she would not do that.

Cathy was stuck. Her husband thought Miles was the greatest son any father ever had. And if Cathy should try to convince him that Miles was anything but the paragon of young manhood that Tom believed, she'd surely be accused of trying to break the affection between father and son.

The realities of the situation hit Cathy then. They hit her with the force of a fist in the stomach. She could neither resist Miles, nor defend herself. She couldn't complain to Tom, for Miles would certainly twist the story around. The son would convince his father that it actually was Cathy who had made the first advance toward Miles, instead of the other way around.

"Damn you!" Cathy whispered as Miles began unbuttoning her blouse. "Goddamn you, Miles!"

The words had no effect on the young man. He continued unfastening the buttons of Cathy's blouse, down to her skirt. Miles calmly pulled the blouse out of the skirt to finish unbuttoning.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Cathy pleaded as Miles pushed the sheer blouse off her shoulders. It fell down her back, then stopped at her wrists. He had forgotten to undo the buttons of her cuffs. "You're an evil man."

Miles released the cuff buttons, then let Cathy's blouse slip quietly to the floor. He inspected Cathy's body calmly. His eyes still cold as ice, Miles unhooked the clasp of her bra, and he slowly peeled the cups away from Cathy's rosy nippled tits.

"Do you like?" Cathy asked sarcastically. She was blushing, embarrassed at, once again, being partially naked in front of her cruel stepson. "Huh? Don't you ever say anything?"

Cathy did nothing to stop Miles when he pushed the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She didn't stop him, but she didn't help him, either. She wasn't going to do anything that could be thought of as acceptance.

When Miles unzipped her skirt, she shivered. Was he going to stick his awful prick into her cunt this time? Is that what he wanted?

Before long, Cathy's skirt and panties were around her ankles. Upon Miles' insistence, she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of them. She felt terrible, once again, decked out in just her purple garter belt and stockings.

Cathy felt totally helpless as Miles took a couple steps away from her, to get a better look at her body. When he opened his pants, and he pushed them down to his thighs, she caught sight of his massive prick. Her mouth watered, and she found herself hungry for the taste of his meaty cock. Cathy damned herself for wanting to suck Miles' prick.

"What do you want, Miles? The same as last time?" Cathy was suddenly afraid that she sounded too eager to suck her stepson's prick, so she added: "It was awful, what you made me do."

His eyes burning little holes in her, Miles hooked his meaty hand behind Cathy's neck, and he forced her to her knees. She resisted enough to make him think he had to force her. Then she was on her knees, stroking his prick as it throbbed in her hand.

Cathy voluntarily brought her succulent, pink lips to the head of Miles' prick, and she kissed it. Her tongue snaked out, flicking lightly over his pisshole. The taste of his cock meat was salty and flavorful, just as she remembered it to be.

As she tongued his cockhead, Cathy brought her hand back and forth along his fuck shaft. She enjoyed the way Miles' cock pulsed in her fist, stretching out, getting longer and broader in girth. Using just the tip of her tongue, she moistened all of his pricktip. Then she began swiping at his cockhead with the flat of her tongue.

As Cathy continued licking his big, quivering cock, Miles began taking off his shirt and shoes. He was going to give it to her good this time. No simple blowjob would satisfy his rampaging desires. He needed more than Cathy's hot mouth to satisfy his lust.

Once she had wetted his cockhead and fuckshaft with her tongue's slick caresses, Cathy swallowed his pricktip into her mouth. Her succulent lips tightened around his cockstem, squeezing it just behind his prick knob. Her tongue roved, hungrily, sliding around his cock's crown, and toying with the clefted underside. When she felt Miles' prick expand in her mouth, throbbing with wanton life, she shivered.

Slowly, Cathy pushed her face forward, taking more of his cock into the richness of her hot mouth. Her tongue moved restlessly, scraping over his cock. When his cockhead was at the back of Cathy's mouth, she moaned hungrily. Her breathing quickened as her excitement grew, causing her mountainous tits to jiggle and sway. Her nipples were hard, itching for a hand or mouth to fondle them.

Moving her hand back and forth, Cathy began bobbing on his jaw-stretching prickmeat. She mouthed his rigid fuckpole slowly, trying to gauge her excitement. Cathy didn't want to suck his cock with the wild abandon that would surely let him know she was enjoying the feeling of his prick in her mouth.

"Ohhhhh! You're getting better at this all the time," Miles groaned, pumping his hips slowly back and forth. He watched the way Cathy's pink lips traveled back and forth over his prick, and thought briefly of Jayne's lips.

Bringing her fist along his cockshaft, Cathy didn't resist the chance to rub her hand against Miles' cum-filled ball sac. She knew what kind of load he'd give her.

"Rub my cock against your face," Miles said softly as he stepped out of his pants. "I want to see you rubbing my cockhead all over your face."

Cathy complied without protest. She pressed the spongy tip of his fuckpole against her cheeks and nose, enjoying the spitty warmth of his flesh against her face. She crooned softly. Her pussyjuice was now making her lust-inflamed cuntlips moist.

"You want to get fucked by my big prick, don't you?"

Cathy tried to ignore her stepson. She wrapped her lips around his cockhead again, and she bobbed her face faster, dragging her moist lips to and fro over the ridge of his prick knob. No, she told herself. No matter what, she wouldn't let Miles ram his fuckpole into her cunt.

"Talk to me, damn you!" the young man demanded, teasing Cathy. "You want me to fuck you, and I know it, so admit it!"

"No I don't! Only, you think I do. But I'm not going to let you, Miles. You're not going to fuck me. You can abuse me, and force me to…" She stumbled on saying the crude words to describe her actions. "To suck your cock. I'll do that, because I really haven't any choice. But I won't fuck you, Miles. I simply won't do it."

"Ha! Ha! Ha! You only think you won't, cocksucker," Miles replied. "I can make you do whatever I want. Now I can take it from you, or you can give it to me. And I'll guarantee something. If I have to take it, you're not going to be happy. That big prick of mine can do some terrible damage to a woman's body."

Cathy tried to ignore Miles' threat as she sucked his gigantic prick. She thought that if she could keep sucking his delicious cockmeat until he came, then he'd surely be too tired to want to fuck her cunt.

"Mmmmm!" Cathy moaned as a pungent, salty drop of precum trickled onto her tongue. She tongued his slitted pricktip faster, hoping to get more of his flavorful fuck-cream.

"You trying to con me, woman? Huh? Is that what you're trying to do?" Miles taunted, caressing Cathy's silky brown hair. "You're like a Goddamn nympho now, and a minute ago you'd hardly take it into your mouth. Oh, I get your plan now. You figure that by sucking me off I won't fuck you. Is that it?"

Bobbing her face forward, Cathy felt his cockhead slam against the back of her mouth. Forcing herself to continue forward, she drove the tip of his meaty cock into her throat.

"Ohhhhh!" Miles groaned as he watched almost half of his huge, red-hot prick sink into Cathy's hot mouth.