"Suck it, suck it!" Cover rasped, breathing heavily as he watched her tongue leave his cock wet and dripping. His prick was bouncing with excitement and he grabbed it at the base and prodded it against her lips.
Beth groaned and parted her lips and felt his hot cock slide into her throat. She gagged and her throat tightened around him, but he pulled back and let her catch her breath.
"Cripes," he complained. "Haven't you ever deep-throated your old man? Shit, you need training, baby."
He jammed his prick into her mouth again and she learned to breathe through her nose and relax her throat. His cock was too big for her to take all the way easily, but she managed to gulp down a good two-thirds of it.
"Grab my ass," he cried, holding her long hair near the scalp.
Beth wrapped her hands around his muscular, hairy ass cheeks, and squeezed, pumping her head as he wanted. His fat cockhead puffed out her cheeks on the outstroke, and made a visible lump in her throat on the downstroke. She found herself constantly swallowing the build-up of saliva and pre-cum filling her mouth.
"Now stick your finger up my ass!" Cover ordered.
Beth's eyes widened with shock at this depraved request, and her face burned. But she did it, pulling his hard asscheeks apart and digging into his hot, hairy pucker. Cover grunted and groaned as her small finger prodded the tightness of his asshole, and then sighed when she slipped it all the way inside.
"Dig around in my ass," he grunted, bucking his hips at her impaled face.
Sickened, she again complied with his order, stroking her finger back and forth and twisting the tip around in his asshole. Cover was really enjoying himself, for he loved having his prostate massaged when he was being sucked off. His butthole clamped and loosened around the woman's finger.
His balls were starting to churn when he heard a boy's voice.
"Mom?"
Beth pulled her mouth free of Cover's prick with a wet slurp. "My God," she whispered. "That's Jerry. He's coming down the stairs. Oh, please, don't hurt him. Not my son, please. He's only a boy, he can't hurt you."
Cover looked at her fear-stricken face only inches from his gleaming, jerking cock. He fisted his prick and pumped it slowly in front of her face. "I could shoot him and fuck you," he said.
Beth groaned and nearly fainted.
"But I won't," he continued, "if you do exactly as I say. And I mean exactly. Any word to your kid, and he's had it. If he sees me, he gets a bullet in the head, so you gotta keep him from seeing me. Right?"
Beth nodded. "Anything, anything. I won't let him see you."
"That's right, honey, 'cause he's gonna be too busy to see me. He's gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna be in the next room watching. With my gun pointed at his ass."
Beth was speechless for a moment and Cover walked away and shut her door. He turned and looked at her, lifting the gun, aiming it at the closed door.
"No, no! Oh, my God, no!" she wailed. "I'll do it, don't shoot!"
Cover grinned and gathered up the clothes on the bed. "I'll take these into the next room," he said. "And I'll be watching. Just tell him how you've been waiting to have him alone. How you want to show him what fucking's all about and what a great body he's got. You know, and let him do anything he wants. If it turns him on to shove a table lamp up your cunt, spread that hole for him and smile."
And he went through the connecting door to the next room and shut the door after him. Beth heard her son's steps nearing her door and panicked. Her ears were ringing and her senses were whirling. She moaned and sat heavily on the bed. A knock sounded at her door.
"Mom?"
"Y-yes?" she answered.
"You up yet?"
"Yes, Jerry," she said woodenly. "I'm up."
The bedroom door opened and her son walked in. He got two feet and stopped, shocked. His mother was sitting on the bed, stark naked, with her creamy, fat tits quivering. He blushed and stammered. "Jeez, Mom, I didn't…"
Her mind numbed by the unthinkable act she was about to perform. She slowly turned her head and faced him. Instinctively, she drew the sheet around herself. Her son's eyes were on the dark circles of her nipples pushed against the white material.
"Mom?" He couldn't believe the sight in front of him, and was embarrassed to feel his cock stiffening in his pajamas.
"I'll be right back!" Beth gasped, and hurried into the next room with the sheet draped around her, trailing on the floor at her heels. The middle of her back and the upper swells of her wobbling ass cheeks made the boy's cock raise into a full hard-on.
Cover, half-dressed, looked at her questioningly. "I've got to use the bathroom," she choked, stifling a sob. "It's at the other end of this room."
"Okay," he grunted, pulling on her husband's pants. "But make it snappy. Hold it!" He stopped her. "Leave the sheet here." Beth stifled another sob as she dropped the last vestige of modesty standing between herself and the horrible thing she must do.
She shut the bathroom door but didn't lock it for fear of what the man might do to Jerry if he couldn't get in. The fear and sickness in her soul hampered her efforts at emptying her bladder, but when she douched away the last traces of Cover's vile cum, a strong yellow stream hissed into the bowl along with his stringy cum. She had just finished drying her pussy and thighs when Cover entered and began rummaging through the cabinet and drawers.
"What've we got here?" he asked, holding up a slim, four-inch vibrator. Beth didn't answer him and he twisted the base and it shivered violently and buzzed in his hand.
The helpless mother watched as he handled the imitation cock. It was something Jack had brought back from some convention as a sort of joke. She'd used it once on her clit, but had found the sensations too powerful to be pleasurable.
"Stand up and bend over," Cover ordered. Beth stiffened when she saw the cruel humor in his eyes, but the utter helplessness of her situation made her quickly comply.
"Now spread your ass cheeks!"
Beth whimpered and sobbed as she felt the quivering point of the vibrator trail between her parted butt. It slipped fractionally into the depression of her pink-ringed asshole.
"Ahhhhhh, God! Nooo!" she cried out grunting as Cover forced the tight, dry lips of her ass apart and the vibrator slipped inside. Beth bit her lips as little spasms of pain shot through her ass. The thought of having her asshole so lewdly exposed and violated filled her with guilt and shame.
Cover stroked the slender, buzzing tool in and out a few times until the slick tightness of her pink butthole had loosened and moistened. "Nice asshole, baby," he said, and slowly shoved the vibrator all the way inside. Beth groaned with abject humiliation and felt tears running down her cheeks.
She stood when he told her to and groaned in futile protest as he shoved his finger between her ass cheeks and against the base of the vibrator, forcing it all the way inside her asshole. She felt her sphincter close behind it and his finger pulled away.
"Oooooh…" she moaned as she felt the throbbing walls of her ass adjust to the quivering dildo.
"That stays there 'til your kid takes it out," Cover hissed. "Remember, I'll be watching!" He showed her the gun again. Then he took her by the shoulders and propelled her toward the door leading to her bedroom. "If you care what happens to your son, give me a good show!"
Beth wiped the tears from her face and opened the door. Jerry was sitting on the edge of the bed, completely unaware of the sacrifice she was about to make for him. Briefly, she wondered if he had any sexual experience at all. At his age, she doubted it.
Then he looked up and his jaw dropped with shocked surprise. His mother was walking toward him, completely naked, and there was a strange, fixed expression on her pretty face. Her creamy, ripe tits sagged against her chest, wobbling gently as she walked trance-like to the bed.