Doug stared in disbelief. How could his own mother do this? Emily and Frank frantically reached for their clothing, as Doug stood silently watching them for a moment. If only his afternoon classes hadn't been cancelled, she would have gotten away with it and no one would have ever known that she was screwing around on Marcus. Finally the anger had forced the words out.
"You fucking whore . . ." he said as he stared coldly at his mother.
Despite his rage, he couldn't take his eyes off of her naked body. Frank pushed past him quickly and ran out of the house still struggling to get his shirt on. Emily tried to leave the room, her hands shaking as she clutched her dress against her naked body. Doug grabbed her, pushing her back to the sofa where she and Frank had been pleasing each other. He stared at her for a moment, fighting back the anger building inside him.
"What do you have to say for yourself mother?" he said, watching the tears well up in her eyes.
"I'm so sorry Doug. Please . . . let me explain" she answered, her voice cracking slightly.
"What's there to explain? I came home and found you sucking another guys cock in my father's house. I can't fucking believe you would do such a thing." he replied.
"It's just that . . . " she stammered, trying to put her dress back on.
"It's just what mother? You're such a whore that you can't keep your fucking panties on and wait for dad to get home?" he said grabbing the dress out of her hands before she could put it back on.
Doug was furious but not just because she was cheating on his father. He was jealous. Since he hit puberty he had an unnatural crush on his mother. It was something that he kept well hidden, but now it was about to tear him apart. Emily was a very attractive woman, making it seem almost normal for him to have such feelings for her.
"You're father hasn't touched me in 2 months." she blurted as she burst into tears.
He couldn't believe what he had just heard. His mother was a beautiful woman, how could his father not be all over her every night. From her long wavy raven locks to her translucent blue/green eyes and sleekly toned body, she was a vision of sexuality. His thoughts became distorted. Part of him wanted to comfort her, to try to be understanding about what she was going through, while the rest of him was fighting the urge to push her down on the sofa and drive his cock into her moist cunt until she begged him to stop.
"Please Doug, I beg you not to tell him about this." she pleaded as she looked up at him pitifully.
"And why shouldn't I tell him mother. Why shouldn't I tell him what a filthy slut you are? " he asked, his cock throbbing in his jeans.
"Please son, I swear to you this is the first time I've done anything like this and it will never happen again." she sobbed.
"You are damn right it will never happen again." Something inside Doug snapped as he watched her succulent firm breasts rise and fall with each breath she took. "Since you want to be the town whore, maybe I should take a turn at you myself."
Emily was stunned at her son's words. She knew she was in no position to fight him. Not only was he big enough that he could easily overpower her, but she knew once her husband found out about the little affair, she would be penniless and living on the street. She watched in horror as her son stepped closer, noticing the outline of his engorged cock through his snug fitting jeans.
"Doug, please don't do this. I'm your mother. This is wrong." she said, hoping to reason with him. "Yeah and once I tell dad, you will be out of my life for good. So why don't you show me what a good cocksucker you are and maybe I won't tell him about you and the guy from the muffler shop." he snidely replied. "Now get to it bitch."
Emily sighed softly. She knew he was right. Her hands shook as she reached for the button on his jeans, unfastening them slowly and pushing them down. She was quite impressed by the size of his swollen cock as it remained trapped in the dark blue boxer briefs he wore. She was disgusted by the thought of what she was about to do but she figured that she had no choice in the matter. She had to do it to keep her family.
Her fingers inched under the edge of his underwear, slowly peeling them down. Doug stepped out of them, kicking them and his jeans aside. Emily swallowed hard as the head of his cock bobbed inches from her face as it sprung free from the fabric prison. She looked up at her son once more, hoping to find some trace of pity in his eyes, but found nothing but a deranged lust.