She went outside to hang up the wet clothes.
Suddenly she was grabbed from behind.
"Quiet!" a hoarse male voice hissed, and then she was shoved toward the back door.
"You alone?" Holmes asked, studying her voluptuous body.
"Y-yes," Jane answered, fighting down her fear.
"I saw clothes on the line. Where're your husband and kids?"
"M-my husband's d-dead," Jane stammered, "and my children are out playing somewhere. W-what do you want?"
Holmes grinned. "Nobody'll get hurt if you do what I say, understand?"
Jane nodded, and he marched her into the house. When he saw the scrub pail in a corner of her kitchen, and brush beside it, he grinned. From the size of the clothing on the line, she had a teenage son. Maybe he'd give the kid a treat. And while he and his mother were busy with each other, Holmes would entertain the little girl…
He yanked the phone cord from the wall.
"I'm gonna get a drink and something to eat, and some clothes, if you got any that'll fit me," he told her. "Meanwhile, you fill that bucket and scrub the floor." He bent his face next to hers and placed a big hand over one of her enormous tits.
Jane shuddered and pulled away. "No, please," she begged. "I have some money…"
"Shit, keep your money. You must really be hurtin' for some cock, bein' a widow, huh?" When Jane's wide, dark eyes grew large, he laughed. "Naw, I'm not gonna fuck you," he said, a twisted idea forming. "Not if you behave. First, take off your panties."
Jane balked, until he twisted her arm cruelly, then, trembling with fear and shame, her arms throbbing, she reached under her skirt and pulled the damp, wispy material down without showing him anything. He grabbed them from her.
"Mmmmmmm," he said, holding them under his nose. "If you taste as good as you smell, someone's in for a treat. Now take off your bra."
Jane reached under the back of her loose blouse and unsnapped her bra, then she pulled it down. Holmes took the bra and blouse from her.
"Nice tits," he said, rubbing his hand over her tits. He felt their heat and the stiffness of her nipples.
"W-what are you going to do?" Jane whimpered as she watched him rummage through her drawers until he found a pair of scissors.
"Make you a bit more fashionable," he grinned. Then he cut her skirt so that when she started scrubbing, the bottom of her beaver would show. "Now get down on your knees and start washing the floor," he ordered. "I'll be in the next room, and I've got a gun, see?" He pulled a small revolver from his back pocket. "I don't want to use it, but I will. On your son. You keep scrubbin' when he comes in, give him a good show. Wave your ass around, understand?"
Jane nodded, her face burning.
"If you don't, he's the one who gets hurt," Holmes said with a smile. "But you're too smart to let that happen, right? Jeez, stickin' that fat snatch in his face ought to make him bust his britches! Make like you don't know he's here, then look up and tell him you didn't know his cock was so big, and you guess it's time he had some lessons on what fucking's all about. And like a good mother you show him what he needs to know."
Holmes smiled again when he saw Jane choke back some tears. The bottom of her wide, bare ass peeked from under her shortened skirt, and her creamy, trembling tits swelled out.
"Now yell for your kid, Mom," he said. "Yell real loud!"
"Danny!" Jane cried. Her voice cracked, and it wasn't much of a yell. Holmes lifted the gun threateningly and walked toward the door.
Jane panicked. "Danny! Danny!" she yelled.
"Fine," Holmes said, patting her shoulder. "Now, I'll be right in the next room, watching every move. Your son's life depends on how good a show you put on for him, so be enthusiastic, huh? Smile when he fucks you."
And, as Jane's face went white, Matt Holmes grabbed some cold chicken and a bottle of milk from the refrigerator.
"Oh, oh, God!" she choked, holding back her tears. Her hands were like ice, but her whole body felt hot. Oh, God! She was about to commit the ultimate sin and fuck her own son.
CHAPTER THREE
Danny was showing his sister how to wrap her fingers around his cock when he heard their mother calling him. Mary quickly dropped his fat prick from her trembling fingers and looked guiltily toward the house.
"Shit!" Danny muttered, forcing his throbbing prick back inside his jeans and zipping them. "I'll be right back."
Halfway to the back door, he froze. His jaw dropped. "Oh, Jeez!" he muttered. His sexy mother was kneeling on the kitchen floor, and from where he stood, he could see half of her bare ass, and a lot of thick, brown curls squeezing out between her plump upper thighs! This was even better than his peeping, because now he could use both eyes, and get a hell of a lot closer.
Jane went through the motions of scrubbing the already-clean floor. Her face was flaming, for she'd heard Danny's approach. When he stopped, she knew he was looking at her hairy cunt.
Oh, God, it was awful!
Danny believed that his mother was unaware of her lewdly displayed cunt. He dropped down and inched up to the screen door on his hands and knees. If he was lucky, maybe he could get close enough to see everything before standing and letting her know he was there.
Jane heard the door as it slowly opened, and she knew that Danny thought he was getting away with peeking at her. She couldn't help wondering what he thought of her round ass and up-turned cunt.
Danny's face was only a couple of feet away from his mother's beautiful ass, now, and he was looking under her short skirts, studying the plump, curl-covered snatch sticking out beneath her milk-white, shaking buns. His breath caught in his throat as her cheeks rippled with the movement of her scrubbing arm. He had to get closer! He had to see more!
Jane's face turned a deeper red as she felt her son's warm breath strike the crack of her ass. She hadn't realized he was so close! Her cunt felt swollen and heavy, and as some juice dribbled from her half-concealed pink flaps, she couldn't help moaning. She slowly turned.
Danny jumped up. Jane found herself face to face with her son's bulging crotch. Danny looked down at his mother, at her tits. He saw the creamy upper swells heaving with her heavy breathing, and then he looked at her flushed face.
"Uh, did you call, Mom?" he asked, his eyes darting down to her tits again.
His mouth felt dry, but the tip of his cock was very wet, and that sticky wetness was beginning to seep through the material of Danny's jeans. Jane couldn't help returning her gaze to her son's growing cock. She couldn't believe this was happening, and she was ashamed to admit that she really wanted to see his cock. A dark, damp stain grew at the top of the thumping bulge, and she groaned. It had been years since she'd seen or tasted pre-cum!
Jane shivered. Her body tingled hotly. She knew that, son or not, she wanted Danny's hard cock. She wanted to fuck her son! Now her most secret desires were about to be fulfilled, and Jane moaned and pressed her flushed cheek against Danny's tented jeans. Her arms went around his lean ass.
The surprised boy stiffened as his beautiful mother hugged him and snuggled her face against his throbbing cock. He didn't know what to think. She'd never acted this way before. He swallowed hard and felt his prick jerk.
"M-Mom?" he stuttered.
"Don't be afraid, Danny," Jane whispered sexily, forcing Holmes from her mind as she lifted her trembling hands to her son's zipper. She pulled it down as he watched, exposing the hairy root of his cock. "N-now that you're getting bigger, growing up, it's time for you to learn about, about making love…"