Giving In

Chapter 5 -- Outside Looking In

"Hi sweetheart," Martha Baldwin said as her son entered the kitchen through the garage door. "How was your camping trip?"

"It was fine," he responded, giving his mom a quick kiss. "Hi Denise," he said to his mother's best friend, their temporary house guest.

The funny thing was, he actually had spent the weekend camping. He'd been forced out of the house on Friday when Denise, his lover, decided to seduce his mom. She'd told Martha that Ted had gone camping, thereby ensuring a weekend alone for the two girls. Ted had watched the seduction, learning things about his mother he'd never imagined, before sneaking out the garage with his camping gear in tow. He didn't have much trouble convincing his buddy Andy, that a weekend in the woods would be fun.

"Did you girls do anything special?" he asked, giving a knowing wink to Denise.

"Oh, just girl stuff," Denise answered, smiling.

* * *

It was Tuesday, right around noon, when Martha turned the car onto her street, heading home with another unexpected afternoon off. As she approached her house, she noticed both Ted's and Denise's car in the driveway.

'That's odd,' she thought. 'Just like last Friday.' And a funny feeling crept over her as she thought back to the day she'd walked in on Denise, naked in bed in the middle of the day, and the seduction that followed.

For some reason which she couldn't quite put her finger on, Martha drove right by the house, turned at the next corner, and parked out of sight of the house. 'What was Denise doing home?' she thought as she exited her car.

She cut through the neighbor's back yard, approaching her own house furtively. She knew she was being silly, but couldn't quite convince herself to turn around.

She approached Ted's bedroom window first and peered inside. Nothing. Next, she came to the guest room window - the room occupied by her house guest - and peered inside. Again nothing. She even looked inside her own bedroom window. Still nothing.

Nearly convinced it was only her imagination playing tricks with her mind, she decided to take a quick look in the living room before going back to get her car.

And there they were. Instinctively, Martha jumped back from the window. "What the hell?" she gasped. She took a second to regain her composure and slowly moved back to the window.

There was her son, pacing back and forth across the living room floor, while Denise stood completely still in the middle of the room, almost at attention, with a blindfold around her eyes.

Martha watched as her son stopped pacing, ending up in front of her blindfolded friend. She saw Ted say something, but couldn't quite make out the words. Her jaw dropped when Denise pulled the blouse from her slacks, unbuttoned it, slid it off her shoulders and handed it to Ted, who tossed it in a heap in the corner.

Martha held her position in the bushes, too stunned to move, too stunned to think. She watched her best friend reach behind her back, undo the clasp of her bra and remove it. Obediently, she held it out for Ted, who took it from her and tossed it on top of the blouse.

It was only then, as she watched her best friend - now her lover -- standing topless and blindfolded before her son, that things began to make sense. Last Friday when she'd come home early and found Denise in bed, naked, she must have walked in on them. Denise later admitted to Martha that she was involved with someone, but she didn't go into specifics. No wonder.

And then Martha gasped. She gasped so loud that she had to move quickly from the window in case they'd heard her. Ted had been home Friday when Denise began seducing her! How long did he stick around before leaving? What did he hear? What did he see?

She stood there, shaking, trying to regain her composure. She had to leave. She had to go someplace where she could think. But instead, she found herself leaning in front of the window again, very much aware of the growing dampness between her legs.

By now, the blindfolded beauty was standing in just her panties, holding her slacks out to Ted. Martha watched as her son took the slacks and, like before, tossed them into the corner.

There was a moment's hesitation as Ted surveyed the beauty before him. Again he said something Martha couldn't quite make out. And then she watched Denise slide the panties down her legs. She stepped out of the panties quickly, stood up, and held them out to Ted. This time, however, Ted held the damp garment to his nose, breathing in the scents of her arousal, before lowering it. Again he said something, and Denise opened her mouth. Ted stepped forward confidently, stuffed the panties into Denise's mouth and kissed her on the forehead.

Martha could feel her own arousal growing as she watched her 38-year-old best friend standing naked and blindfolded, with her panties stuffed in her mouth, while her fully dressed 20-year-old son stood before her in complete control.

But Martha wasn't really sure what, exactly, was getting her so hot. Was it watching her new lesbian lover? Was it watching an older woman being completely controlled by a younger man? Was it her son? Was it knowing that her son had watched her making love to Denise? Or was it all of them? She wasn't really sure. But she did know how horny she was as she rubbed her pussy through her slacks.

Suddenly, Ted turned and walked towards the kitchen. He returned with a kitchen chair, set it down a bit away from Denise, and sat down. Again he said something. This time Martha watched Denise walk slowly towards her son, stepping carefully, feeling for objects with her hands. She watched her bump into a wing chair, adjust her course, and continue, at last reaching her son. She felt his head, his shoulders, and she maneuvered around him, kneeling down beside him.

"Oh my God!" Martha gasped out loud as she watched her friend lean over Ted's lap, her ass pointed almost directly towards her. Her son was about to deliver a spanking to Denise's bottom, and she was going to watch.

* * *

"Make this good," Ted said to Denise. "We have an audience."

Denise gasped, muttering something through her panty-filled mouth, instinctively trying to get up. But Ted held her firm.

"Relax," he said. "It's mom. She's outback, looking in through the window. She's been there for the whole show."

Denise tried to say something again, but it came out garbled, unintelligible.

Ted had never before looked at his mom as anything other than his mother. She'd always been there for him when he'd needed her, just like any mother would. And he'd always loved her, just like any son would. But that was the extent of it. He'd never fantasized about her, never dreamed about her.

Until last weekend. Until he watched Denise seduce her. Until he saw the two women holding each other passionately, rolling across the bed as they brought each other off. Since then he'd been unable to get her out of his mind. And knowing that she was watching him only added to his fantasy.

* * *

Martha watched her son place his hand on Denise's ass. Slowly, he stroked her behind. She could see her friend squirming, seeking out the hand. He slowly eased his fingers into her pussy, pushing in, then pulling out.

WHACK! With a suddenness that startled Martha, Ted withdrew his hand and whacked Denise's buttocks, causing her to jump, her muffled scream audible even through the closed windows. And that put Martha over the top.

Unable to take any more, Ted's mother quickly surveyed her situation and discerned that she was reasonably well hidden and unlikely to be seen. That was all she needed. A moment later, her pants were bunched around her knees and her hand was inside her panties, slamming into her cunt.

Ted was once again stroking Denise's ass, brushing lightly over her pussy just often enough to tease her, causing the older woman to squirm lustfully, completely at her master's mercy.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! More blows. More muffled screams. And a redness began to appear on Denise's butt while Martha pumped her own pussy harder and harder.

Ted's fingers slid quickly back into Denise's pussy, stroking in and out like a piston while the woman squirmed helplessly on his lap. And Martha felt her left hand sliding under her blouse, squeezing her tits while her pussy gyrated on her right hand.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Ted attacked her ass with a fury that astounded Martha. Only this time when he stopped he went for her dark hole, sliding his fingers in, rocking Denise's ass. There were more muffled cries. But now there was a hint of pleasure in them. And he continued to work Denise's ass while his mother brought herself closer to the edge.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! From the convulsions of her body, it was clear to Martha that Denise was coming, and coming hard. With a final, frantic fury, Martha joined her friend, feeling the orgasmic waves flowing over her.

She stumbled away from the window, leaning against the house to catch her breath. There was a voice inside of her, deep inside, yelling that this was wrong, that it could only come to no good. But she ignored the voice, and her back slid slowly down the house siding until her panties came to rest on the dirt.

* * *

For several long minutes, Ted allowed Denise to lie on his lap and gather herself. "I think mom liked the show," he said at last. "She dropped her pants and had one hand in her panties and one under her blouse. She came just after you did, and then disappeared."

Denise nodded her head, acknowledging what he'd said.

"Can you stand?"

Again she nodded, moving back to her knees before standing up. She looked shaky, but to proud to let on.

Ted stood up, grabbed the chair, and disappeared into the kitchen. When he reappeared, he was dialing his cell phone. "Hi. It's me," he said into the phone. "Are you ready?"

He waited, listening to the party on the other end. "Good," he said and hung up the phone.

"I'll be in my room for a while," he said to Denise. "I'm expecting a couple of friends to stop by momentarily. Let them in and keep them entertained until I come back, okay?"

"Yes sir," she responded obediently, not quite certain whether the tremors in her body were from fear or from anticipation. Ultimately, however, it didn't matter. She would do exactly what she'd been told to do.

* * *

Martha regained her composure slowly. There were a million thoughts running through her mind, but she tried to shut them out. One thing she couldn't shut out, however, was the sight of her best friend sprawled across her son's lap, getting a very hard, very erotic spanking.

When she finally regained her feet, she carefully brushed the dirt off the back of her panties, pulled her pants up, and tucked in her blouse. Feeling somewhat more composed, she looked into the window just in time to see her son hanging up his cell phone. He turned to Denise, said something, and headed off down the hall, leaving her standing alone in the center of the room.

Martha watched for a moment, wondering what, if anything was next. But Denise just stood there, unmoving, and Ted didn't return. For several minutes, nothing changed. Just when she'd convinced herself that it was time to leave, Martha heard the sound of car doors closing somewhere in front of the house.

'Oh shit,' Martha thought. 'Now what.' Her first thought was that these were just a couple of Ted's friends showing up unannounced. Then panic struck her. Of course Ted wouldn't answer the door. But his car was out front. What if they walked around the house looking for him? They'd catch her!

She heard the distant sound of her doorbell ringing. Just as she was turning to leave, the most extraordinary thing happened. Denise turned and began moving slowly and carefully to the front door. Martha froze in her tracks, crouching down for a closer look. She watched in astonishment as Denise reached the door, unlocked the deadbolt, and pulled the door open. She made no move to hide behind the door, and no move to cover-up. Instead, she stood there boldly, eyes blindfolded, mouth stuffed with her own panties, and waited.

From the looks on their faces, the two young men who stood there were not totally surprised by what greeted them. Even so, there was a moment of awkwardness before they finally entered the house. Denise closed and locked the door and turned in the direction of her guests. Martha immediately recognized the two as friends of Ted's. Jimmy was a blonde haired boy of average height. Ron was a bit taller and better developed, with short dark hair. She'd never have imagined either of them involved in something like this. But then again, before today, she would never have imagined Ted or Denise involved, either.

Once the door was shut and locked, the boys lost all of their awkwardness. Ron stepped behind Denise and grabbed her tits roughly. Jimmy had one hand on her pussy while the other hand removed the panties from her mouth and tossed them aside. He quickly had his lips on hers, pressing her firmly against Ron.

Martha watched the two as they groped her friend. There was very little tenderness involved, only hungry hands and lips flying all around her body. But they were clearly having an effect on Denise. Martha could tell by the way her friend arched her back, pressing her tits into Ron's hands as they mauled her savagely, and by the way her hips were gyrating against Jimmy's hand that she was on the edge.

But the guys stopped suddenly, denying Denise her release. Instead, Jimmy took hold of her hands and guided them to his shirt. Denise moved quickly, grabbing the shirt and pulling it over his head. Without any hesitation, she moved to Ron, repeating the process.

Ron put his hands on her shoulder, pressing downward until she was on her knees. He rested his hand on her head as she removed his shoes. She turned her attention next to his jeans, quickly unhooking them and sliding them down his legs, dragging his underwear with them. When he stepped out of his pants, she began probing him with her hands, much as a blind person would.

Initially, she bypassed his cock, sliding her hands instead up his legs, around his ass, and across his chest, pausing only to pinch his nipples. She couldn't resist the temptation for long, however, and was soon sliding her hands purposefully towards his cock. She reached it at last and began stroking it, measuring it with her hands, cupping his balls gently. Satisfied at last, she leaned forward and took the tool into her mouth. But she wasn't allowed to savor it for more than a few seconds before Ron pushed her away.

Next, Jimmy reached out and turned her friend's head towards him, as if to say "my turn." Denise, still on her knees, turned toward the fairer boy, and quickly set about disrobing him. In short order, Jimmy was also naked, and she began her exploration of him. Again, it wasn't long before her hands found their way to his penis.

Nor was it long before Ron moved around beside Jimmy, giving Denise a choice of beautiful cocks on which to indulge herself. And indulge herself she did, taking first one cock deeply in her mouth, than the other, spending just enough time on each to get the guys going, before switching to the other. And all the while, she kept both hands busy stroking their rods, or fondling their balls.

As Martha watched the side of her friends head bounce from one cock to the other, pausing to savor the taste of each, her own hands had made their way once again to her pussy, but not before she'd shoved both her pants and panties down to her ankles.

In time, the guys stepped back from Denise, leaving the blindfolded woman panting wantonly in the middle of the floor. After a short moment, Ron stepped forward, grabbed Denise by her hair, and pushed her onto her hands and knees. Knowing exactly what he wanted, he moved behind her, quickly impaling her with his meat.

Not to be denied, Jimmy quickly positioned himself in front of Denise, grabbed her by the head, and guided his cock into her mouth. Soon, the boys established a rhythm as they slammed the wanton slut mercilessly, one in her pussy, one in her mouth.

And Martha watched it all as she pounded her fingers into her own pussy like a bitch in heat, unable to deny the eroticism of the moment, and wishing that she were Denise.

And just when it couldn't get any better for Martha, Ted walked into the living room completely naked, his erection standing proudly before him. It was at that moment that Martha felt the familiar pleasure crashing through her loins. And as wave after wave of pleasure consumed her, she never took her eyes off her son's magnificent cock.

* * *

Denise was on fire as the boys slammed into her from both ends. Ever since they'd walked through the front door, they'd controlled her, teased her, and toyed with her. All without saying a word. Truthfully, Denise had no idea who they were, only that they were friends of Ted's. In her own mind, one was named fat-cock, the other long-cock.

Right now Denise's mind was a blur as the pleasure kept building and building, heading for what was certain to be a massive release. She never questioned Ted when he told her to "entertain" his friends. She trusted him completely. What's more, she relished the naughtiness of the situation.

Her body shook as fat-cock slammed her pussy, filling her with his breadth while long-cock filled her mouth. But it wasn't a blow job she was giving to him, rather it was a mouth fucking he was inflicting on her.

She felt her tits shaking beneath her as fat-cock held her hips and long-cock held her head. She reached her right hand back to her clit, desperately seeking release. But before she could cum, she felt fat-cock's body go rigid, jerking spasmodically as he filled her with his cum.

Even as the final drops of his seed were oozing into her, she felt both boys withdrawing from her. "No," she gasped, pleading for more.

She wasn't disappointed. No sooner had fat-cock withdraw from her and moved aside, then long-cock was positioning himself in his place. "Yes," she gasped as the tip of long-cock's manhood pressed against her back door. "Oh yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!"

With surprising gentleness, long-cock eased into her, slowly at first, just a little at a time. But soon, the thrusts were quicker and deeper, until finally, he was ramming himself into her without mercy.

Denise balanced precariously on her left hand while her right feverishly attacked her love button. And then it struck. She screamed out And as the throws of ecstasy filled her body, her left hand collapsed and her head and shoulders fell to the floor, even as long-cock continued his attack.

Then, finally, he came, his sperm filling her dark hole and oozing down her leg. As he withdrew from her, the last of his sperm spent, Denise felt her muscles fail her. She fell over sideways, before rolling onto her back. And she lay there, chest heaving, only vaguely aware of her situation.

She heard sounds around her, somehow associating them with fat-cock and long-cock getting dressed. And she heard the sound of the door opening and closing, and realized they had left. And then there was nothing, only sweet, silent peace.

After a while, how long she wasn't certain, she heard a rustling noise near her, followed by a hand gently stroking her cheek. "Lift your head." She recognized Ted's voice, and smiled. She reached out her hand and felt his body. Feeling that he was naked, she shook her head.

"Come here," she said quietly. "Leave the blindfold on."

* * *

Martha managed to pull herself together just about the time Ron and Jimmy left. With a little effort, she managed to make herself look presentable, and prepared to leave. She took one final look inside and saw her son bending over her best friend. For a moment, she was nearly sucked in again, but she managed to tear herself away from the window, and begin the short trip back to the car.