*********Ready or not, here it is! I received a ton of feedback both positive and negative about the first chapter of this story. For those who loved it, this next part is for you. For those who did not, I took some of your suggestions to try and mold this more to your liking. Not sure if I’ll make a third chapter unless I get a lot of requests. Without further ado, hope you enjoy this not quite cuckold, not quite incestuous fantasy of mine…… **************
PART TWO: THE CABIN
The rest of the drive was awkward to say the least. Well, it was awkward for me. My mom and Donny barely noticed my presence after their lovemaking.
For a long time after they’d finished, my mom just sat on top of him, holding his face to hers, kissing him softly over and over and over.
The wetness of their mouths moving over one another was not lost on me. I burned inside, angry, hurt, and confused.
After a bit, my mom climbed off of my friend. She pulled her top off completely, used it like a rag to wipe her pussy with, catching Donny’s spent semen as it ran out of her. I watched, mesmerized as the cloth moved against her pussy lips, growing wetter and wetter.
She giggled, and I looked up, shocked to see she was watching me watch her. She finished wiping herself and tossed the bra at me with a cruel smirk.
It hit the side of my face, its warm wetness smearing my cheek, then fell on the seat beside me. That was Donny’s cum, I thought. On my face, on my mom’s soiled bra. I looked back at him. He was staring out the window though, having already pulled his shorts back up.
My mom was already rummaging in the back for some new clothes: a pair of bright yellow panties, shorts, and a yellow sports bra with the word COUGAR splashed across the front in bold black letters.
I drove on, stopping from time to time so my mom and Donny could pee or grab snacks. She hung on him, doted on him, kissed him at every opportunity. And I watched. And burned inside.
It was night when we got to the beach cabin. My mom was napping in Donny’s arms. He had carefully avoided my gaze the whole rest of the trip, painfully aware of his betrayal.
Every time I thought of saying something to him, I remembered him clasping my hand at school, promising me he would absolutely not fuck my mom.
And then, I’d get too angry to speak. Too angry to even think straight.
The cabin was dimly lit, a single porch light illuminating the front door. Donny shook my mom gently awake. She sat up slowly, a smile coming to her lips as she realized where she was.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been here,” she said. She looked my way, eyeing me carefully. “Hope you’re ready….”
“Ready for what?” I asked numbly.
My mom smirked. “We’ve gotta pay for this place somehow…..”
Before I could question her further, her and Donny were climbing out of the SUV, heading up the walk, arm in arm.
I just sat in my seat, dead inside from the trip, not even sure I wanted to be here.
Donny and my mom had reached the front door. Someone opened up, let them inside, then just stood there with the door open, looking my way. Waiting.
From where I sat, I couldn’t make out much detail. The person, an older lady I assumed, wore a bathrobe, slippers. She just stood, waiting, staring up at me.
It was unnerving, and I finally got out of the car. Figured I would just make an appearance, be polite, then try to find a way out of here.
That was gonna be tough though, with no money. I was entirely dependent on my mom. Maybe I could steal one of her credit cards, take off in the car, come back in a few days and pick them up.
Those were stupid plans, and I knew as I drew closer to the cabin that I was stuck here. For better or worse. I wasn’t going anywhere.
“Thanks for making me fuckin’ wait!” the lady spat my way.
I could see her clearly now. Dark red hair, wet from showering. Grey bathrobe held shut with one hand. She was older than my mom, but still beautiful. Her eyes shone green with fire, anger, directed at me.
“Fuckin’ dawdle, why don’t ya!” she cursed, clearly pissed that I was moving so slow.
I felt my proverbial tail slip between my legs, apologizing before I even realized it.
“I’m sorry, it was a long trip,” I said. “I’m still kind of—”
“I don’t need your life story,” she cut me off. “Just get the fuck inside!”
I moved past her into the cabin. It was dimly lit, but I could see my mom and Donny were already seated on a large sectional sofa, lost in each other’s arms, groping and making out.
My mom looked my way momentarily as I entered, leered breathlessly up at me, then returned to tonguing Donny’s mouth. I wanted to make her stop…. get her off him somehow.
The redhead lady closed the front door loudly behind me, locked it, secured the deadbolt, then turned to eye me, looking me up and down critically.
Eager to escape her gaze, I sat on the edge of the sectional, as far from my mom and Donny as I could get.
The living room was sparsely furnished, three matching couches spread out around a long coffee table. A few dim lamps barely illuminated the room.
For a few awkward moments, the only sounds were the soft moans and wet kisses of my mom and Donny as they continued to enjoy each other’s mouths.
The lady came around, sat in an armchair next to me, keeping her gaze fixed on me the whole time.
“You like that?” she asked, motioning toward my mom and Donny.
I slowly shook my head no. Pain burned in my chest. My head refused to accept them as a couple. Donny had promised me! And my mom was….. my mom? Or something more? Jealousy mingled with confusion and scattered my reason like dust.
Part of me wanted to stand up and break them apart, force them to separate. Another part of me thought it better to beg, to plead with my mom, make her remember me, her son and never touch Donny again. Still, another deeper part of me was fiercely angry, eager to lash out and end this violently. Tears formed in my eyes…..
The older lady watched all this pass over me in a matter of seconds.
“Got you pretty fucked up inside, doesn’t it?” she asked, and there was a hint of amusement in her gleaming, green eyes.
I didn’t bother to answer, and she sighed deeply.
“So,” she said, her voice turning sour again. “You’re the one who’s gonna pay me for the week.”
“I don’t have any money,” I said dumbly, instantly regretting the words.
She laughed, and it came out in a croak. “I don’t need your fucking money,” she said. “I just need you to pay me for the privilege of staying.”
I looked at her closely, finally taking the time to study her. The cabin was warm, and her hair was starting to dry, seeming to take on a more fiery hue of red as it did. It was thick and poured down over her shoulders in damp clumps. Her eyes were bold, green, piercing.
I could tell she had a wildness about her, like she did what she wanted and the world could fuck off for all she cared. Suddenly, her words cut into my thoughts.
“Did your mother tell you about me, about the kind of person I am, what my demands are?”
I shook my head nervously, no. This seemed to please her very much.
“I wanted him fresh for you,” my mom whispered from the opposite end of the couch. “Virgin. Unbroken.”
The older lady smiled at her choice of words. “We’ll have to go slowly then,” she said with an eagerness in her voice I did not care for.
“Not too slow,” my mom breathed. “He’s already seen…. us.” She motioned to Donny who was sitting beside her, a look of confusion steadily spreading across his face. I could tell he was starting to have second thoughts about all this as well.
My mom saw the look and tugged his shorts downward. His dick sprang free, large and beefy, already semi-hard from their kissing.
She looked my way, gave me a long, meaningful stare, and lowered her mouth toward his cock.
“Mom, please…. ” I begged. “Please don’t…..”
“Don’t what?” she asked, only pausing a second before wrapping her lips around his meat, pushing her mouth down on his shaft.
Donny groaned in sudden ecstasy. His dick seemed to bulge around her lips. My mom bobbed her head up and down, licking and sucking on him as he filled her mouth.
My own dick betrayed me, stiffening as well. I looked away, unable to watch her pleasure him. It was just in time because the older lady had approached me, leaning in toward me with a loop of black silk in her hand.
Before I could recoil, she flung it around my neck, pulling it tight like a collar.
“What the FUCK?!” I yelled in surprise, clutching at the band, trying to remove it somehow.
She laughed, and it came out in a cruel sort of cackle, then she pulled the lace choker tighter around my neck, cutting off my airway.
“This will help you learn” she said. “Help teach you how to serve, how to pay me for this place.”
“Make him watch us,” my mom said, in between sucks. She was still going to town on Donny’s dick.
The older lady nodded and produced a leash which she held up before me. “You like the privilege of breathing?”
I nodded vigorously, my lungs already screaming for air. She smiled, obviously loving the power she held over me, and connected the leash to the lace band around my neck.
Once attached, the lady leered into my suffocating face and gave her wrist a quick flick. The lace choker immediately loosened, and I fell to the ground gasping for air.
“You obey, you breathe,” she said. “You disobey….” She flicked her wrist again, cutting my breath short.
I clutched at the lace, trying to loosen it even a hair. It was useless. The older lady used the distraction, grabbing my shoulders and twisting me around to face my mom and Donny.
My mom met my eyes, her mouth bobbing on the head of Donny’s fat penis. She slowed down, lowering her head and consequently her mouth deeper onto Donny’s shaft, taking as much of his meat down her throat as possible, all the while keeping her eyes trained on mine.
My lungs burned. My knees began to buckle, my vision going black.
I looked to Donny for help, but he was too distracted by my mom giving him oral. He had his head thrown back, eyes closed, moaning and groaning as she sucked him off.
“Ease up on him, Mother,” my mom said, noticing I was starting to pass out.
The older lady reluctantly flicked her wrist again, allowing me to breathe.
I fell to the floor gasping, my head swimming and not just from a lack of air. Mother?! I turned, managing to look up at the older lady. Had I heard that right? “You’re my grandma?!”
Her face tightened. “Boy, I am no more Julie’s mother than she is yours.”
“Wait,” Donny said, eyes sliding open lazily. My mom had temporarily ceased blowing him. “Miss Julie here’s not your mom?”
I turned to him. “Of course she’s my mom, man. You think I’d lie about something like that?”
My mom’s face grew strangely red. “Well…. step-mom actually,” she said. “But only technically.”
That hurt. A little. In truth, I’d only known Miss Julie, my mom, for about five years. She had married my dad quickly, and he’d passed away a year later, leaving her to act as my sole parent. She didn’t have any kids of her own, and since I was almost out of high school at the time, we had grown to treat each other more like roommates than mother and son.
Donny looked like he was still catching up. He glanced at the older lady and asked, “So….. that makes you….?”
“I’m Julie’s guardian…. sort of,” she said, holding my leash taut in her hands. She turned to me, jerking on my collar meaningfully. “You, however, will address me as Mistress Faye…. while you are learning.”
My mom stood, facing Donny, and dropped her shorts and panties.
“Do you still want want some of this step-mom pussy, Donald?”
He didn’t have to think twice. “Fuck yeah!”
“Good,” she smiled down at him, and dropped to her knees, lowering her mouth back to his cock, ready to continue pleasuring him.
Mistress Faye yanked hard on my leash, causing me to whip around on the floor and face her.
“Julie,” she said. “Are you sure your son’s up for this….. he seems pretty fucking weak!”
My mom pulled her mouth from Donny’s meat, smiling as it left her lips with a suction-like pop! She looked back over her shoulder at me with a devilish, horny smile. “He’s ready, Mother. Besides, I want to see him, I want to hear him….. break.”
Her voice was low and husky as she spoke, as if she were already getting off on my humiliation just imagining it.
She returned to Donny’s dick, pumping her mouth up and down on his meat. He was bulging around her lips, thick veins popping out with arousal.
“Mom…..” I started, then stopped, unsure of what I could possibly say that would end all this.
Mistress Faye tightened my lace collar, but only just partially, enough to get my attention.
“Undress,” she ordered me.
I looked toward my mom again, reluctant to get naked in front of her. She had heard the command as well. Not wanting to miss out, she climbed back up on the couch beside Donny, placing her perfectly manicured feet in his lap. She began to stroke him with her wrinkly soles, watching me in anticipation of my shame. Her eyes were wild with delight, drinking it all in. Donny, lost in pleasure, grabbed her feet and began fucking himself between her toes.
Mistress Faye was losing patience. “Clothes. Off. Now,” she ordered.
Without further thought, I kicked off my shoes, peeled off my socks. I unbuttoned my shirt and discarded it. Last thing to go was my shorts and….. underwear. No. There was no way I was dropping my shorts.
Mistress Faye saw my hesitancy. She flicked her wrist, my collar tightening at once. “Lose the shorts,” she ordered. Still I refused. “Now!” she said, giving the leash a yank that nearly pulled me to my knees.
I shot my mom a final, pleading glance She was laughing, smiling at my discomfort, even as my lungs cried out for air. “Go on baby boy,” she said. “Give us all a show….”
Finally, reluctantly, knowing I would pass out if I didn’t obey, I slowly pulled my shorts down, removing them completely and kicking them away.
Donny inhaled sharply. “What the fuck, dude?” he said, unbelieving.
My mom gasped, then started laughing, hard.
Mistress Faye flicked my leash, allowing me to breathe while she examined me.
My face turned beet red. There I stood, naked except for a pair of super shiny, super glittery midnight blue thong underwear.
Donny’s jaw hung wide open. I was still catching my breath, but I tried to explain. “I thought we were getting laid, man….” I said. “I thought we’d be banging chicks. I didn’t want to look inexperienced!”
My mom threw back her head laughing. “That’s what experienced looks like?!”
My cheeks burned hotter. Only Mistress Faye seemed to approve of my underwear. Actually, she looked kind of….. impressed. She eyed me up and down with a mixture of amusement and….. something else. Hunger, I realized too late.
“Very nice,” she said, coming up right behind me so she could squeeze my ass cheeks. I pulled away from her, but she advanced on me like the piece of meat I suddenly was. She grabbed the back strap of my thong, yanking it hard up into my crack with one hand while she used the other to continue fondling my butt.
I started to fall forward, and she released my underwear, snaking her hand around to caress my belly and pull me back to her. Liking this position, she began thrusting the crotch of her bathrobe up against my ass.
I pulled hard away from her, but she only responded by dropping her hand, wrapping her fist around my package for a moment, then giving me a sudden, violent squeeze and yank.
I went limp against her, startled by the unexpected pain. She continued to caress my junk while I recovered. Not satisfied to feel me through my thong though, she yanked my underwear down, exposing my cock and balls for all to see.
“No!” I cried out, trying to cover myself with my hands. The older lady was jerking at my meat, though, working me up even as My mom peeked eagerly down at me, laughing merrily at my degradation.
“Watch out!” she sang. “You’re getting Mother hot!”
Mistress Faye had decided it was high time to lose her bathrobe, practically ripping it from her naked body. I caught a brief glimpse of her, and then I was running for the couch.
I intended to hop over it, make a mad dash for the door, and get the hell out of there. Mistress Faye had other ideas.
She yanked on my leash, hard, just as I reached the sectional, causing me to sprawl backward.
She caught me in her arms and held me to her for a second. Her body was hot against mine, her tits pressed up against my naked back. For a moment of startled humiliation, she began bouncing her pussy off my ass, leaning her mouth to my ear as she whispered, “You’re all mine, all night every night for the rest of the week…..”
Feeling emasculated by her dominance and a little disgusted at being sexually assaulted by such an older woman, I pulled away from her again.
This time, instead of yanking me back to her, she actually followed me to the couch. Using my momentum to her advantage, she pinned me facedown against the cushions.
Effectively mounting me, Mistress Faye continued to grind her pussy against my ass, trying to get herself off on me. The roughness of her trimmed pubes grated on my ass, but I could feel her wetness growing too. I could feel the soft tender pinkness of her lips and other vaginal parts as they smooshed repeatedly against my backside.
She fell on top of me, hugging her gloriously soft tits to my bare back as she continued to hump me.
I struggled against her, trying to offset her light frame and stand, but she distracted me with her mouth, suddenly kissing and biting and licking and sucking at the tender parts of my neck.
I was helpless against her assault. My mom was clapping, cheering, downright fucking giddy watching her mother take me from behind.
She still had her perfect feet wrapped around Donny’s dick, but she was only jerking him half-heartedly now, too distracted by the show to give him her full attention.
I saw with a gasp of shock that she was fingering herself, getting off on my rough treatment.
I wanted to be angry at her, but I couldn’t stop watching. My eyes were glued to her pussy, her lips pulling my eyes in like sweet, pink magnets. I had been imagining them over and over ever since the night I’d caught her masturbating in her bedroom.
Seeing them now reminded me of her wiping herself off in the car with her sports bra, of her throwing the bra at me, it smearing my cheek with a combination of her and Donny’s juices. My dick grew hot, stiffened at the memory.
Mistress Faye, noticing my distraction, grabbed my nipples, tweaked them hard. I cried out as she continued to hump my ass, and soon her own cries joined with mine.
Her moans were intoxicating to my ears, causing my dick to grow, hard as a rock.
Maybe I was enjoying it a little too much. Her moans turned to laughter, and suddenly she gave both my ass cheeks a tremendous SLAP! causing me to jerk away from her in surprise. Her and my mom laughed wildly at this, eager to humiliate me more.
“Mother,” my mom finally said.
“What dear…. I’m a little busy,” Mistress Faye moaned, growing nearer to an orgasm.
“I promised these boys they’d be up to their necks in pussy…..” Her eyes gleamed with mischief.
The older lady plowed herself against my ass for another few strokes, then slowed her thrusts. She pulled up on my neck leash, pulled me up off the couch into a standing position.
“What are you gonna do?” I asked her, my ass red and sore from the friction of her pussy.
“Sit,” she ordered me with a devilish leer, and pushed me back onto the couch in a normal sitting position. It was my first chance to really see the older woman’s naked body.
She was glorious to behold. Her skin was golden tan, her breasts perfect peaches that ended in delicious brown points. She had a slender, smooth body and a tight, flat belly that reached southward to her puss.
I got hard with excitement just looking at her. She caught me staring, and my face reddened, but she laughed teasingly, loving the attention.
“It’s been awhile since I’ve been looked at like that,” she said. She turned to my mom. “Julie, let’s make this interesting. First one to cum gets a threesome.”
My mom loved to compete, and she hated to lose. “You better catch up then,” she said, and hopped to her feet, immediately moving to where Donny was on the couch so she could maneuver her pussy onto his face.
“You ready for me, Donald?” she asked. Of course, she didn’t care. Before he could respond, she had grabbed the back of his head and was thrusting her wet pussy to his mouth, fucking herself on his face.
Donny, as it turned out, was not ready. He grabbed her ass, thinking he could somehow wrench her off of him. My mom was in great shape, however, and was not about to lose this race.
His muffled cries as she face-fucked him got me so hard it hurt.
My jaw hung open, a mixture of jealous anger and unexpected arousal washing over me. And then, before I could react, Mistress Faye was mounting me as well, positioning herself to give my mouth a fucking.
It was as close as I’d ever been to a pussy. I didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know if I could handle it. If I could even get her off.
Thankfully, she didn’t give me a choice.
The older lady fed her mound to me, pressed her pussy lips, already wet from riding my ass, right up against my mouth.
I kissed her, surprised by the salty taste of her sweat and juices. And then, she was humping me, not just my mouth, but my entire face, rubbing her womanhood from my chin, up past my nose and eyes, onto my forehead even.
Her pussy lips were fat. They parted as she half-smashed, half-rubbed them on my face. My nose was buried repeatedly in her folds, sinking into a hot, wet, dark abyss.
I moaned underneath her, tried to kiss up against her with my lips. She ground down harder on my mouth.
“Use your fucking tongue!” she scolded me and humped my face even faster.
My mom was already moaning loudly against Donny’s mouth. He was doing the best he could to keep up with her, but she was determined to cum first. She had his head clutched up against her groin so she could ride him harder, faster, tighter.
I had no idea what the hell I was doing. Gingerly, I pressed my tongue outward, feeling around as Mistress Faye’s pussy swept past my mouth again and again.
I licked her lips, really pressing my tongue into them, and she moaned in response, liking the way it felt. She held still momentarily, so I could lick her more.
I caught her drift and began sloshing my tongue all over her pussy opening. She thrusted against my mouth, grinding down on my tongue, so I pushed it inside her hole.
“OH FUUUUCK……” she groaned, and leaned forward so the top of her pussy dug into my nose.
She began to drag herself up and down my face, rubbing her lady parts up against my nose as my tongue continued to explore both the inside and outside of her vagina.
She seemed to really like digging that top bulbous fleshy part of her pussy into my nose, so I thought I’d sample it with my lips and tongue.
Mistress Faye cried out as I pressed at it. She clutched at the sides of my head, and I really began to dig at it with my tongue.
I tilted my head back so I could get at it better and wrapped my lips against it, pressing them together.
“OH MY GOD!” she screamed. “SUCK MY CLIT! SUCK MY FUCKING CLIT!” She dropped her pussy onto my mouth, grinding that fat fleshy part right up against my tongue.
I pressed my lips around it, flicked it with my tongue, sucked on it, teased and abused it however I could think of.
Mistress Faye’s nails were digging into my face, drawing blood for sure, but she couldn’t stop.
“OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK!!!” she began chanting furiously, her legs replacing her hands, clamping the sides of my head.
She tore at my hair as I continued to lick and suck and move my lips over her. And then, she was cumming. Finishing on my face, she squirmed against me, and I was truly, madly, deeply in love with her vagina. I loved the way she tasted, the way she smelled. I loved the heat of her on my face, her intense wetness. I couldn’t get enough of Mistress Faye’s pussy!
She must have known. She had to pull herself away from me after her orgasm, realizing I wasn’t going stop eating her out for anything. I was drunk on her juices, drunk on her lips, and all I wanted was to make out with her pussy for hours.
Afterward, I looked around, dazed and confused. It took me several moments to realize my mom had stopped mid-ride of Donny’s face, was just staring at the two of us in stunned shock, unable to believe what she had just witnessed.
Mistress Faye, in the meantime, had got up and collapsed in a nearby armchair, laughing as she came down from her orgasm.
“Holy fuck! I haven’t had a climax like that in forever!” She eyed my mom with a victorious smirk. “Well, a deal’s a deal honey…..”
“That’s not fair though!” My mom pouted. “I had no idea he’d enjoy it that much.”
The older lady shot me a hungry wink. “Who knew your son was a pussy eating fanatic? He’s a fuckin’ natural, Julie. That’s your loss not mine.”
“I want a rematch!” my mom insisted. “We’ll see which of the men we can make cum first.”
Mistress Faye just sneered at her. “You always were a sore fucking loser, Julie…. I’ll tell you what. Me and lover boy here are gonna go find us a bedroom, finish what we started. You and your bull…. well, you all can just entertain yourselves.”
She turned to me then, her green eyes glittering mischievously. “You want some more pussy, boy?”
I gave her an eager nod, unable to help myself. She was a cougar, she’d given me a taste, and now I was hooked.
She stood, unfastening the collar from my neck. “Somehow, I don’t think we’ll be needing this anymore.”
She was right. I let her lead me by the hand down a dark hallway. As we left the living room, I peered over my shoulder. My mom watched us go….a pitiful, dejected look on her face.
The last thing I heard before we disappeared into a room was my mom apologizing to Donny.
“A deal’s a deal. They won fair and square. So, I owe them a threesome….. I’ll be back in a bit though….. don’t wait up.”
And then my mom was tiptoeing down the hall, trying to find us.
THE END……(for now)
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Amazing read. I hope to see part 3