John Douglas - Stepmother Lover

"I plan to show you everything, Mother," he said softly.

She had expected some childish display of authority. But his deliberate exposure caught her by surprise. For several seconds, as the cock began a rapid swelling under the manipulation of his encircling fingers, she was unable to speak, merely staring at the meaty cylinder that jutted from his fly, arrogant and lustful. The purple head was shiny, its membranous surface tight under the pressure of his fist.

"What do you think of it?" the boy asked before she was able to speak.

The prick was already larger than Dorothy imagined it would be, and it was still growing. As if aware of her thoughts, he added, "It's a lot bigger than the old man's."

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" The words sounded trite and foolish. The lad was correct in his comparison. Bruce's tool was a trifle when measured against the engorged column of arching hardness that sprouted from the base of Ted's belly.

His eyes became glittering slits, chilling her with their icy stare.

"Take your robe off, Mother," he said in a tight voice.

She shook her head, the red hair brushing her cheeks with the violence of her refusal. She continued to gaze at the huge organ, hypnotized by its size and virility. Her hands flew to clutch the robe more tightly about her big breasts, feeling the fabric slide against the thin gown, teasing her sensitive nipples.

"You have a choice," Ted reminded her. "You can do as I tell you or get out." His voice softened just enough to compel her attention. "Wouldn't it be a lot simpler to cooperate? I can make things very pleasant for you."

"What…what do you want me to do?" she asked weakly.

"Eventually," he answered in that same soft tone, "everything. But, I'll settle for a little head right now. I have the feeling you really know how to suck a big, juicy dick."

Her breath was audible in its swift intake. "You're awful!"

He moved toward her, his free hand darting out to clamp her shoulder, the fingers tightening until her face twisted with pain and she gasped, a whimpering sound of protest.

"Down, Mother!" he growled, forcing her downward toward the rearing column of throbbing cock flesh. "It's time to pay the rent for a change."

Dorothy's face poised over the slitted head of his prick, so close that she could smell the musk of the engorged phallus. Her knees trembled and bent, and she sank to a kneeling position before him, her hands flying out to push against his hard thighs as she sought to evade the scarlet knob that aimed its tiny slit at her mouth.

"Don't, Ted!" she whispered. "Please! Please, let me up!"

She knew the plea was futile just as she knew that the boy was perfectly capable of forcing her to submit. His eighteen-year-old body was rock-hard, and the grip on her shoulder sent waves of pain through her torso.

"Don't be coy!" he exclaimed, shoving his hips forward and rubbing the satin knob against her chin. "Don't try to pretend that you've never chewed on a cock."

The pain in her shoulder was unbearable. She shuddered convulsively, her voice breaking. "All right! For God's sake! I'll do it!"

She offered no resistance when his hand tugged the robe from her shoulder, pushing the gown aside to bare the pink-tipped mound of one breast. He didn't touch it, but Dorothy could feel his eyes on the nipple, and a strange tingling spread through the sensitive aureole.

The spongy bud stiffened and expanded, in spite of her mental commands to the disobedient flesh. She heard Ted's soft chuckle.

"You see, Mother?" He rubbed the head of his prick against her cheek, his free hand caressing her red hair. "You get all excited just looking at my cock. Imagine how it will feel when you start sucking on it."

Dorothy tried to fight back the sob that racked her shoulders and jiggled her naked breast. Her hands, still clutching his hard thighs, gripped the muscles through the thin fabric of his slacks.

"Let's stop fucking around," he said huskily. "Pull my balls out, and let's have a little action."

There was nothing else she could do, Dorothy told herself. She had to obey him. Her fingers dipped into his fly, beneath the root of his thick cock, lifting out the huge sac with its twin nuts rolling in her gentle grip. Her other hand curved about the shaft of his prick, finding that she couldn't make her fingers meet.

God! He was big! Much larger than anyone she had ever handled before marrying Bruce, and a third larger than Bruce's. No matter how much she resented what the lad was making her do, she couldn't help wondering how it would feel to have his monster cock inside her, stretching her vagina and pounding up against her womb with its huge head.

"That's it!" Ted exclaimed, his buttocks clenching as he shoved his hips forward, sliding the huge prick through her warm fingers. "Now wrap your tonsils around that dick!"

Dorothy jerked her head back as the prick shot forward, the scarlet helmet glistening as its tiny slit parted under the sudden strain. A glob of clear pre-come oozed from the reddened eye, then began moving sluggishly down the inverted V of his glans.

"Lick it off, Mother!" he demanded, the hand on her head urging her closer. "You may as well get used to the taste of come. I'm going to see to it that you have all you can handle."

She could not twist aside. The musky scent of his organ filled her nostrils, and she grunted as the head was jammed roughly against her closed lips. She felt the hot wetness slide toward her left cheek, gnashing her lips back against her clenched teeth.

"Open your mouth!" There was a fierceness in his voice that demanded obedience. She strained her jaw to accommodate the large knob, feeling it brush her lips and drive between her widely parted teeth. The taste of his cock filled her mouth, slightly salty and completely masculine.

It touched her tongue, and she tried to block its deeper penetration by stiffening that oral member.

"Take it, damn you!" he hissed, fingers tugging at her hair until tears sprang into her tightly closed eyes. Her protest was a nasal whine, for her mouth was filled with the meaty tip of his prick, and he was forcing still more of it inside.

Until that moment, Dorothy had believed that she could find some way of avoiding the complete surrender demanded by her handsome stepson. If nothing else, she was prepared to give him a few kisses, and use her hand to relieve that throbbing hardness.

But the lad was not interested in the usual foreplay. He had acted so quickly and forcefully that she could do nothing but obey his barked commands.

Her tongue dipped beneath the advancing head of his cock and she felt it press the soft arch behind her palate. Her fingers tightened about the base of the shaft, and she gagged as the knob drove farther back, threatening her throat with its huge bulk. She felt her lips press the circle of thumb and forefinger.

"Move your hand!"

Dorothy's brain whirled. It couldn't be happening to her. It wasn't possible that the boy she had accepted as a son just five years ago could be doing this terrible thing to her. But the meaty shaft was all too real, and as her fingers relinquished their grip his cock was driving deeper, filling her throat and blocking her breath.

The boy's hips shuddered as the head reached the soft embrace of her tonsils and the involuntary convulsions of her throat tightened the hot wetness about it. His hands, like talons on her red hair, held her securely in place for a long moment, ignoring her frantic efforts to breathe.

Air whistled through her nostrils as he drew the prick outward to the roomier area between tongue and palate. She whimpered, swallowing quickly, and tasting the tart jism left by the deep plunge of his cock.

"Suck it real good for me," he said in a thick voice, "and I won't make you take it all. Understand?"