Shannon, Anita and Eliot
It was all that I could do not to pass out then and there on the bed. The exhaustion weighed me down and I felt heavy, sinking deep into the mattress as if I was filled with lead. My mouth was dry and parched, and my lips cracked as I opened my mouth to call out for my son. No sound came and the simple act of trying to scream caused my head to pound and ache, a sharp pain shot through my jaw from grinding me teeth and my ears rang with a high pitched squeal. My vision was fuzzy, a grey aura clouded over the room and every time I closed my eyes I felt like days were lost. My eyelids were heavy and my sweat stung as it dripped into my bloodshot eyes. My moist skin was clammy and cold as the cool air passed over me and I still felt Anita’s body pressed against mine. My hands were so numb that I didn’t even realize that Anita had loosened the cord around my wrist. My arms dangled over the back of the bed over my head and I tried to move my fingers to regain circulation, but I was unsuccessful. My head swam and the fog only cleared when I saw the sight I had dreaded since I first heard his voice as he entered the house. Eliot.
He appeared in the doorway, cautiously peeking around the corner into my bedroom. His long golden hair swung over his shoulder as he rounded the doorframe, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the painted wood. He was a scrawny, sickly child and still at eighteen years old he looked so much younger than he really was. His face was a pale white, only worsened by the blood that drained from his face when he saw me lying naked, legs spread wide open on my bed. His eyes widened and his lips parted as he scanned my exposed flesh with curious eyes. He cautiously entered the room, his baggy Game Of Thrones t-shirt hanging loose over his thin frame, a pair of child sized blue jeans held tight around his boney hips with a brown belt. His arms were thin and milky white with just a wisp of fine, blonde hair. His cheek bones were prominent and his face was so thin it was almost shocking if you weren’t used to seeing him. His hair was thin and tangled, coming down to his armpit, though, partially because he was always standing hunched forward in an awkward and rounded posture.
He stared down at my naked body, his eyes glazing over as he took it all in. His fingers twitched at his side. There was a look on his face that I had never seen before, a look of curiosity combined with desire and shame. He continued to walk slowly towards the bed.
“E-Eliot.” I managed to mumble, my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. My teeth felt like sandpaper and the sound that I managed to coax from my throat was scratchy and came out as no more than a whisper. He looked up from my body to meet my eyes and stopped in his tracks. He looked over at Anita, seemingly the first time he had noticed her, and he looked at her, confused.
“Anita?” He queried, his voice high pitched and frightened. “What in the fuck is going on?” Eliot always sounded so queer when he cursed, like a small child who tried to force himself to sound like an adult. He looked back and forth between the two of us, expecting an answer. I tried to moisten my mouth and I blinked hard to clear away the fog. Before I could pull myself together enough to say anything else, Anita spoke for the both of us.
“Eliot, sweetie!” She stood up quickly from the bed and rushed to his side, the dildo was still strapped to her hips and wobbled up and down with every step that she took across the room. Eliot looked down, wide eyed at the toy that pointed straight out from Anita’s pelvis, then back up at her. Anita placed a hand on Eliot’s shoulder and turned to face me. She looked down at me, a look of pure satisfaction on her red, dripping face. “Eliot, honey, do you see your mother here?” She looked at Eliot, both hands leaning on his left shoulder, chin resting on her hands so casually and playfully. Eliot just stared down at my exhausted figure drenched in sweat sprawled out on the bed, and nodded. Anita smiled sweetly at him, though his stare was fixated on me.
“Baby, do you know how difficult your mother’s life has been? Do you have any idea what a burden you have been to her?” Anita hissed in his ear. I tried to speak, to protest, to stop this monster from filling my poor boys head with her filth, but my voice came out as only a squeak. Anita continued. “For years your mother has been sexually starved, she has had nobody to care for her, to be with her and satisfy her needs. She has spent the last eighteen years focusing all of her energy on you and your life. Eliot, don’t you think it is time that your mother gets what she needs?” Anita looked over at me and smirked, then she tilted her head so that Eliot could see her face. He looked to the side at her for a moment and then back at me. He nodded. Anita patted him hard on the back in approval and guided him closer to the bed. “Your mom has a lot of different needs, Eliot. She needs to feel loved- to be cared for. She needs to have someone pay attention to her and care about her satisfaction. Most importantly, honey, your mother needs to cum. She has neglected her own sexuality for so so long and and nobody has been here for her to satisfy the carnal desires that every woman has.” My God, what was she saying, what was she trying to do? I would soon find out.
“Eliot, I have done everything I can to satisfy your mother’s needs. Everything a woman can do. But, don’t you think that she deserves a man’s touch? Eliot, don’t you think that you should show your mother the love that she deserves after she has spent her life taking care of you?”
My God. No.
Eliot continued to stare at me, I could barely move other than to look down at myself. My lean thighs spread wide open exposing my aching, moist pussy to my baby boy. My small, perky nipples hard from the cold sweat that covered my skin. Every single hair on my body stood straight up from the cold air chilling my wet flesh and I shivered at the thought of my boys eyes on me as I lay here vulnerable and abused. Could he tell? Could he see what she had done to me? Did he think that I was willing, that I had wanted this? I still couldn’t speak, I couldn’t warn him to get out, to get help. The drugs and the wine and the exhaustion had taken their toll and me and Anita was going to make sure I stayed in this destroyed, catatonic state while I watch her corrupt my only son.
Eliot scanned me with interest in his eyes, a glassy look that I recognize now to be an overwhelming desire. Was this her plan? Did she know he would be coming home? Eliot licked his lips, an act I prayed I could complete but was still unable. Anita continued to whisper dirty ideas in his ear and I saw the loose front of his pants slowly twitch and rise.
“You want to take care of her don’t you?” Anita suggested, her breathy voice no more than a whisper in his ear. “You want to take care of your dear mother.” She repeated. Her fingers clawing at his neck, tracing disgusting thoughts over his skin and whispering them into his young ear. Eliot nodded yet again and my heart skipped a beat. No no no no. What was she doing!
“Go over there for me, sweetie.” She instructed him in the sweetest voice she could muster, he was always so fond of her and he listened to her even when he was defiant to me. My heart stung as if a thousand needles were penetrating my chest as he rounded the corner of the bed and stood beside me. His pants shifted again and tears welled in my eyes at the thought of my boy looking at me like this. My arms were still hanging behind my head over the back of the bed and Anita crawled from the other side to lay next to me. She cupped my right breast and i flinched at her touch. Eliot kneeled at the side of the bed and Anita guided his hand into my left breast. His hand was warm and soft against my firm, round mound and his fingers pinched my nipple gently. God. What was happening, how could he do this to me, his own mother. He had to see what she had done, know that I couldn’t stop it. Did he want this? He had gotten hard looking at me like this, did he want me?
Tears now streamed down my face as I looked straight up at the ceiling, again trying to pretend I was somewhere else. That none of this was happening. Eliot’s hand grew firmer around my breast and he squeezed. His eyes closed and he exhaled, his breath warming my chest for a moment and making me cringe. His thin, boney fingers grabbed at me. His hands shook and his breath quickened as he groped at me. My dizzy eyes looked at him. I prayed that he would be able to see the fear in my expression and now that this had all been against my will, but looking into my eyes just seemed to spur him on as he caressed my bare chest. He was getting off on this, he was touching me and staring at me and I had no idea how far he was willing to go. What was worse was that I had no idea how much I would cum.
When Eliot’s hands slipped down over my stomach and slid down my quivering body I tried to scream, I tried to shake me head and tell him to stop. I tried so hard to make this all go away but it was no use. I felt my boys fingers trail over my pelvic bone, he hesitated and looked to Anita for direction. I looked back to her and our eyes met, I begged. I begged her with nothing but the tears in my eyes to please, make this stop. Don’t do this to me, to him. She smiled sweetly and stroked my cheek as if to assure me that everything would be alright. She then looked back to Eliot.
“Do it, baby.” No!
Eliot slid a finger carefully between my pussy lips and entered me. I felt sick, like if my stomach had anything in it besides wine and chemicals, it would have come up then and there. My Eliot, my baby boy. His index finger was soaked with my juices and he was suddenly fingering me rapidly. My abused hole had already returned to its original tightness and I felt his finger slide in against the slight resistance of my muscles. His finger bent and twisted, trying to feel me all over. He was young, inexperienced and had no idea what to do, but I wasn’t looking for a skilled hand. I was looking for an escape. His breathing once again came faster as he felt his way around inside me. My eyes clenched shut and I bit my cracked lip as he explored me. Eventually a second finger joined the first and he fingered me furiously, in and out, in and out. Hard. Fast. Painful.
“Mom?” Eliot whispered, voice trembling. That one word stabbed into my head like a power tool drilling through my temple straight into my brain. I glanced up at him for a moment but I just couldn’t bare to look into his eyes as I felt him inside me. He jabbed me with his scrawny fingers and by pure accident, he reached my g-spot. I was sore and raw but the sensation was the same, a shameful pleasure washed ever me and I groaned and inhaled sharply every time the tips of his two fingers pressed against my pleasure button. God it felt so good. No. No no no. Please don’t do this, don’t enjoy this, don’t feel pleasure from this heinous act being forced on you. I can’t stop, I can’t feel anything but these fingers soaked in my cream pounding me and fucking me. My breathing was hauling and I wheezed as Eliot’s pace quickened again. My breasts bounced as his fingers shook my entire body. He now sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over me so I was forced to meet his stare.
My God, he was smiling. Was he enjoying it? It wasn’t until now that I realized Anita was no longer laying next to me on the bed. She had stood up and removed the strap-on that she had used on me earlier. She stood at the side of the bed, arms crossed over her chest as she watched us. She was enjoying this. She had planned this.
“Mom…” he started again. I listened carefully through the ringing in my ears, hoping for some sign that this was going to end. “I- I’m hard.” Dear God. I looked down at the shorts and there he was, completely erect, his bulge clearly visible through his pants. I was surprised. Not by the fact that he was turned on by what he was doing to me, but by how big he was. I hadn’t seen my son naked for some time and had never seen him hard. The size of his member had never crossed my mind and now that I was faced with it, my mouth watered. What was wrong with me?
Eliot adjusted himself, his eyes closing momentarily as he felt his own throbbing dick in his hand. Shame bubbled up in my stomach and rose in my chest, I tasted acid in the back of my throat and I thought I might vomit. But underneath the surface of this feeling of disgust I still felt Eliot massaging my wet, sensitive pussy. After all that Anita had done to me in these last few hours I still felt an orgasm creeping up inside me. The muscles in my legs clenched but just as quickly as it started, his fingers were pulled from me. I focused my eyes on the source, an almost disappointed sigh escaped from my throat. Anita. She slowly pulled Eliot’s hand away from my now dripping hole and guided him into a kneeling position at the foot of the bed.
He followed her directions and knelt between my legs, his nervous posture made him look short and hunched. He trembled, his hands shaking and anxious sweat slowly building on his face as Anita stood behind him. She reached around him and playfully pulled his shirt up over his head. He lifted his arms compliantly, all the way staring down at me. When she had tossed his shirt onto the floor behind her, she reached around him and slid her hands down his lanky body. His skin was pale and white, his ribs clearly visible and his hip bones sticking out and her fingers wrapped around his belt buckle. She slowly unbuckled the belt and pulled the strap from each individual loop. Her eyes stared into my soul and that evil smirk curled at her lips like a cartoon villain. She tore the belt from his waist with a satisfying snap and tossed that, too, to the floor. She undressed him playfully, every movement purposeful and she made sure I watched every second of it.
Anita’s hands grasped his pants, her fingers loosening the button and then ever-so-slowly sliding his zipper down. She pulled at the corners of his jeans and tugged at them, pulling them down over his hairless thighs. He shuffled around awkwardly on the bed, stepping out of the jeans with Anita’s help until they were lain in a pile with the rest of his clothes. I shuddered now, as I knew what was coming next. Anita wrapped her hands around Eliot’s body, kissing his neck and tucking her long fingernails under the waistband of his clean, white briefs. She played a little, taunting me, pulling the elastic band away from his hips and then letting then snap back, giggling.
“This is what she wants, Eliot. This is what your mother needs to be satisfied as a woman.” She encouraged him. “She has been so neglected, so ignored over the last decade of her life. She hasn’t been satisfied by a man since your father was alive.” That bitch. “Eliot, you are the man of the family now. You have grown into such a wonderful young man, and you know the feelings that you are having right now? Eliot, those feelings are dirty.” Eliot looked over his shoulder at her, surprised. She continued. “But it’s ok! You are a dirty child, just like your dirty slut of a mother. You both have needs and now that you are the man of the house it is your job to service your mother’s filthy, lustful desires.” Eliot was shocked, ashamed, and hard as ever. I teared up again watching my son being manipulated like this and before he could say a word she had pulled his briefs out and down to expose his erect cock.
Eliot looked ill and emaciated, his lean frame showed every bone, every line of stringy muscle tissue. His flesh was milky and almost translucent, his neck barely strong enough to hold his head up. But that shaft. My God. It was thin and long, easily seven inches in length and it curved perfectly upward. Anita had noticed it as well and made sure I knew it.
“Look at that, Shannon.” She cooed, reaching around Eliot’s body and wrapping those fingers tightly around his cock. He flinched but as soon as he felt her grip he relaxed and let her grope him. His eyes closed and a look of pained satisfaction set into his sharp features. Anita began to playfully stroke his rod up and down while staring at me. “Look at it!” She demanded. I was looking. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t bring myself to look away. “Mmm Shannon, it looks like he could really do some damage with this thing if he really tried. Oh Shannon don’t you just want to taste it? Don’t you want to feel it? My God, doesn’t it just remind you of his father?” Bitch!
Eliot had completely lost himself in her touch. He was wavering, swaying slightly trying to hold himself up as she continued to stroke and slide up and down his smooth shaft. Her fingernails dragged over his balls and she placed gentle kisses all over his body as she teased, never breaking eye contact with me.
As I watched my best friend grope and masturbate my eighteen year old son in front of me, I slowly began to regain feeling in my hands. I wiggled my fingers behind my head, the sensation of a hundred needles peg the skin around my wrists and shooting pains firing up my into forearms. I flexed and stretch my muscles ever so slightly so as not to alert Anita to my movement, her attention was in Eliot now, whispering more disgusting thoughts into his ear and telling him that I would thank him tomorrow for giving me the touch of a man that I had apparently been missing for so long. I bent my wrists back and forth to get the blood flowing and I slowly straightened my legs, my muscles burning and aching. I moistened my mouth and cracked my jaw. Eliot felt my slight motion on the bed and opened his eyes. He looked down at me, a concerned smile on his face as I cautiously propped myself up on my elbows. The room was spinning but I had to try to stop this.
“E-Eliot-” I choked “please-” before I could swallow and clear my dry throat to continue, Anita Took control.
“Eliot! Do you hear her?” She sang, running around the side of the bed and climbing up onto the mattress beside me. She caringly stroked my hair and looked up toward Eliot. “Sweetie, your mother is begging you! She needs this, don’t you see? She is craving your love and she needs the release that only her loving child can bring her!” With this, she grabbed onto my arms and pulled them out from under me. I fell backwards onto the bed and my head lightly cracked against the headboard as I landed. The dizziness was only made worse and pain shot through my skull. I could just make out Anita’s voice guiding Eliot down onto the bed. She helped to position him on top of me, his frail arms propping himself up on either side of my face. His knees sliding up the sheets, holding my throbbing legs apart. His knees pressed into my thigh muscles and he leaned forward so that his face was just inches from mine.
“Mom…” he looked deep into my eyes, a gleam of desire I had never known was there. I cringed and shook my head at him, begging him with my eyes and trying to whisper to him that this wasn’t what I wanted. He ignored my attempts and my signals went unnoticed, or at least he didn’t care. Anita leaned in and whispered something into his ear that I couldn’t hear. He simply nodded and lowered his head toward me. As his body shifted I felt his erection press against my pubic bone, the shaft slipping easily between my wet pussy lips. I hadn’t felt a cock in years, over a decade in fact. It was rock hard and the pressure against my tender cunt made me tingle in a way that made me feel sick to my stomach. Eliot exhaled in a soft moan as he felt my moist lips, his breath filled my nostrils and ise face only got closer to mine. Before I could attempt to protest again, his shaking lips were pressed against mine. His tongue darted out into my mouth and he tasted my tongue.
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