The House Guests

House Guests

All characters within the telling of this tale are imaginary and are all 18 years old and older.

A late night call to unlock a car had me entering the house I share with my mom at 11:30 pm. Late nights and long days were not uncommon for a fledgling one man mobile locksmith business. I had to be on call and available if I was going to build a reputation as a super hero able to recuse the stranded and desperate.

Mom had the master bedroom on one end of the house, past the kitchen, and my bedroom had a door right off the living room at the other end of the small house. My bathroom was the common bath, shared by the living room and the adjoining third bedroom, which, until the house guests had moved in, had served as an office and computer room.

Donna had been mom's best and only friend all through grade school and high school.

Donna had always been the more popular one of the two. She was a pretty preacher's daughter with an early developing larger than average bust line, that had married for looks and money, and was, surprisingly, actually doing well until her son David was born. He was diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome. Donna's husband freaked and took off, leaving Donna and a high maintenance newborn baby, high and dry.

One of the ways in which she coped was to smother David with care, micro managing every aspect of his life, controlling his every move with drugs and domination in the name of love.

She relied on the good will of family and friends for help with housing and care, burning bridges behind her at every turn, until eventually she and David were on the street and more than just desperate. One phone call to mom and they had plane tickets and were moving in, even though they had not seen each other in 10 years due to the separation of several states. It was the kind of friendship that lasts through separation as if they saw each other every day.

Mom had married well, I was born soon after and ours was a very successful family, until tragedy struck. Dad died, leaving mom the recipient of a large life insurance and a retirement package that kept mom and me clothed and housed and well fed. Mom had dated on and off, but nothing long term or serious ever came of it.

From the first day I saw just how domineering and manipulative Donna was and wondered why mom put up with it.

"It's just Donna." and, "She is my best, and really, only good friend" was her standard replies. She gave into almost everything, but cajole, complain or threaten to leave, Donna could not make mom give up the master bedroom, but she instead, made Donna and David share the third bedroom.

Donna used the twin bed, David slept on a fold up cot.

David was socially inept and seldom came out of their room, and then, only because Donna forced him out, to accompany her on a short walk or a trip to the store.

I was tired and wanted bed and sleep, but knew I needed a shower before laying down so I stripped down and went into the bathroom. The door to Donna and David's room was cracked open, which was not at all like Donna, always a stickler for her privacy. I went to close it softly when their voices caught my attention.

"No mom, I don't want to take those pills!"

"David! You have to take them!"

"They give me bad dreams..."

"They help you sleep."

Careful now to make no sound, I crept up to the crack and peeked through.

Donna was wearing a long flannel nightgown, nothing new as she wore them under a house coat every morning at breakfast. What was shocking was to see David sitting on her bed with only his flannel pajama bottoms on, with his hands firmly secured behind his back and a very obvious erection.

She sat down next to him and stroked his hair. "I always take care of you don't I David?" her hand went to his cheek, down his chest and across his nipple then traced a line to his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed hard causing him to gulp a massive breath. "But you HAVE to take your medicine or it will go very badly for you."

"Alright mom, alright. I will eat the pills."

She gave him his meds and some water to make swallowing easier. Once he got them down Donna stroked his face and cooed, "Just relax now baby and let mommy fix your problem." I watched her reach in and pull David's hard cock out of his loose pajama pants, and start to stroke it head to root. He mumbled a few things, and she shushed him: it was only minutes before David was slack jawed and immobile, with drool dripping out of his mouth. Donna stroked his erection, focused on the blood engorged cock. She quit talking to him and acted like he was not there. From that moment on, it was like she was using a dildo instead of her son.

She licked his cock tip to sac, she knelt down between his legs and bobbed her head up and down, swallowing his whole 6 to 7 inches. She mumbled things to herself, slapping his rigid cock against her face, her lips, her tongue. Donna pulled her flannel night gown open and shrugged her shoulders out, allowing the winter weight material to drape about her slender waist.

She squeezed her creamy white tits around his cock using them to jack him off... It was surprising how firm and full they were. She slapped her tits with his meat, still jabbering things to herself, almost as if she were reading both parts in a porn scene. She went back to sucking on David, pinching and crushing her thick nipples between thumb and fingers, twisting them until she cried out in pain around the thickness filling her mouth.

Dropping her tits and grabbing his cock with one hand she spoke directly to her son for the first time since she started using him.

"Don't you dare cum yet baby, your naughty momma is not done yet, you still have to punish her nastiness." Donna had been gathering the folds of material of her nightgown and after bunching a lot of it together, she hiked it up over her hips.

"I know you like this part most; punishing your mother... it is what you write about most in your journal... but you hold on and don't cum while we are doing it and I will let you peek at us again when I make that little slut lick mommy's pussy tomorrow."

I am not proud, but also not embarrassed, to admit that I was now crouched at the door, cock in hand, pulling to enjoy, but holding back so as to last, as she drew thing out. David seemed to be fighting through whatever drug induced fog she had created to trap him in, it was the first time that he had reacted to her since the drugs took effect.

With the nightgown gathered about her waist, Donna bent and swallowed her son's hard cock again, and held herself on it as she raised her hand and brought her palm down on her own exposed ass cheek. She came up for a breath after spanking herself a few times, spit on David's shiny cock and then forced herself back down, gagging and retching and coming right back up.

Catching her breath she said, "That is enough of that young man... you have to let your slut of a mother breathe too... "

Donna stood up and turned away from her son, allowing her heavy night cloths to hit the ground and she stepped out of them. I fell back from the crack of the door trying to not be seen. She went over to a fabric bag, not a purse but not really a tote, and pulled out a small clear red tinted butt plug. She came back to stand in front of David, whose cock still stood ridged and upright, and using the plug, wiped the drool from David's mouth and chin then pushed it into his mouth.

"You are so mean to your mother, who only loves you and wants what is best for you... but what you don't know is that it secretly really turns me on when you force me to do the nasty and degrading things you force me to do..." she turned and bent, pushing her ass in his face, "like shoving things in mommy's poor little butt hole."

Donna reached around and worked the spit covered plug into her ass. She moaned and brought both hands up, cupping her breasts and pulling hard on the nipples.

"It hurt mommy David, but it hurts so good."

She pushed her near comatose son's legs together and then straddled them facing away from him. She reached between her legs and guided his spit slick cock head into the very slippery folds of her wet cunt. She lowered herself all the way down, engulfing his length in one smooth move. David gurgled but I don't know if it was passion or weight. Donna, with one hand cupping a tit and the other making circles on her clit started rocking in a movement I can only describe as a very slow twerk.

I was about as ready as I was going to get so I moved back to settle on the floor and let my own climax explode when I hit the plastic waste can and sent it clattering against the toilet. I had just made it to my feet when the door flew open and the bathroom was filled with light. Donna stood there with one hand on the door and the other on her hip and said, "Oh my goodness! Your momma thought you might be gifted like your daddy, but she is way off in her estimates!"

I stuttered and stammered but she cut me off.

"No need to make excuses... you were peeping and got an eye full." She took a couple of steps into the room and I backed up until the door to my room brought me up short. She reached out a hand to grab my dick, and I wanted nothing more than for her to do just that and treat me to the same pleasure that she was dealing out to her son David, and, at the same time, I was afraid that she would do just that.

Donna stopped short of contact. "Nope, I promised. I made a promise to your mom that I would not until she did."

"Wha..."

But she wasn't listening to me. She continued to talk as if I was not there, talking to herself, out loud.

"She said don't you dare... and I said ok I wouldn't. She said you have David, don't you take my Billy... he has to be mine first.

Then her eyes focused and met mine and she smiled a knowing grin, and said to me, "come with me I want to show you something." And Donna turned and walked out of the bathroom back into her bed room.

Butt naked, she walked across the room, around the bed and the cot and the clutter that accumulates when you are essentially living out of suit cases, and right out the door. I looked at David as I followed her, his cock standing and throbbing glistening still from the wetness of his mother's pussy.

I closed the door behind me and Donna was waiting for me.

"David will be fine. He will dream and cum and the meds will wear off and he will settle down into the bed. In the morning he will wake up with me in the cot and think that everything had been a very satisfying but frustrating dream. He keeps a journal of his dreams which is how I found out about his true feeling for me. I have been using him to help me for a couple of years, but he has been fantasizing about dominating me and turning me into his personal fuck toy for 10 years or more. I let him have his harmless fantasy and it helps us both to release tension. My cock was still at attention just hearing her talk about it and remembering what she was doing, not to mention her standing in front of me naked, horny and very fuckable.

Mom would talk about her friendship with Donna, and how Donna was always the pretty one, but apparently mom had not told me everything about their relationship, or anything else either.

Donna turned and went down the hall, across the kitchen and the den to Mom's room. My cock followed her ass like a divining rod followed an underground stream. Her fine tight ass was a magnet and my cock was iron. She stopped again and half turned then whispered, "What you will see will certainly shock you a little.(It would be hard to top what I had already witnessed tonight but I was willing to be shocked again) Just remember a couple of things... I love and care about your mom, like my own sister and more, a friend, and she is not doing anything she does not love and has not agreed to."

"What are you talking about? What are we doing? Why are you doing this?"

Her eyes fell to my swollen prick and she inhaled deeply. Her eyes came back up and she shook her head slowly. "I have already told you that I care about your mother, but, you are right, it isn't all altruistic... I am looking ahead to A LOT of very intense pleasure given and received, riding on that monster of yours."

I furrowed my brow, but nodded my head in understanding.

"Now watch and really see... listen and really hear... then follow my lead and play it anyway you see fit from there. This is for the best, and no matter what you think you know, your mother is going to be happy and thank us both for this."

That said, she opened the door to Mom's bedroom and walked in. I followed a slow tentative step or two behind.

Mom's 4 poster bed was oriented to the door at an angle showing both, one side, and the foot board. Mom was oriented face down with her legs spread wide, in a splits, each ankle secured to a post, one at the head and one at the foot. I knew she was in shape, that she worked out, but I had no idea she was this flexible. I was going to have to learn to pay more attention. Her hands were tied at the wrist and pulled under her they came out between her legs and were tied to the side board of the bed. Around her neck there was a thick leather collar with "D" rings attached all around it and a small leather strop ran to the other side of the bed and disappeared from view. There was a red wire that ran up over her thigh and disappeared into her ass hole and two wires, red and black, that ran into her pussy. Her thighs were trembling and her hips jerking and she grunted as her body gave into the orgasm undulating through her.

Donna walked up, not trying to sneak or be quiet. She slapped mom on one ass cheek, leaving a red mark and eliciting a muffled yelp. I had not noticed before, but a gag was in place, a two and a half to three inch wide strip of black leather across her face, covering her mouth but leaving her nose free, secured with a thin strap and buckle under her hair, behind her head.

"I wonder how many that makes?" Donna asked as she ran her hand over exposed flesh. Her palm caressed thighs and ass, fingers tickled lips and dipped momentarily into wet and spasming holes. She slapped moms other ass cheek and then set mom's hips to bucking and twerking when Donna shoved a thumb up mom's ass and a finger in her cunt.

"The batteries are holding up well... I bet you have almost lost count by now, though it has only been just over an hour." Donna reached out and grabbed the bunch of hair gathered into a loose ponytail and pulled mom's head up off the mattress. Donna's thumb came out but two fingers went deeper into mom's very wet pussy. I could not help but see the wetness covering Donnas fingers and the wide wet spot on the sheets under mom.

I have to admit, I was freaking out just a bit. Fuck, who am I kidding, I was brain numb and having a hard time remembering my name. I might have been the lack of blood. My cock had never been this hard or big before. My eyes hurt for focusing as I hard as I was on what I was seeing, trying to gather it all in.

Mom arched her back more, it seemed like she was trying to open her legs more, wanting to give Donna's hand easier access to her guts. Donna dug deep, pumping her arm a couple of times for good measure, then twisted her wrist. When she brought her fingers out and her hand away, she pulled a couple of vibrating eggs out of mom's pussy. One at a time she sucked them clean, savoring the taste as if it were a rare delicacy.

She let go of mom's hair, dropped the balls on the bed, and slapped mom once more on the ass and then almost skipped around to the other side of the bed. She climbed up, lying face to face with mom and, looking at her eye to eye, cupping her face she said, "I have a treat for you my darling. I brought someone with me tonight."

Mom's reaction was immediate and violent. She thrashed as much as she could, restrained as she was,, and the sounds coming from her no longer sounded human. I was scared and took two steps back towards the door. I looked up wide eyed, when Donna pointed at me and yelled, "You stay right the fuck where you are!" and my feet rooted in place. She held my mother's head close to her own, cheek to cheek and spoke in a soft voice, while mom thrashed around.

The majority of what was said was lost to me, between the sobbing and wailing by my gagged and tied mother and the alternating cooing to calm and angry remonstrations to shock and cow... but the gist of it was that the time had come to quit wishing and hoping, and instead, take advantage of the situation to move forward. None of this took a lot of time, but it felt like time crawled in slow motion. I was mesmerized by mom's glistening pussy, exposed and bouncing on the bed as she desperately tried to get loose and get away. Donna was able to get her under control and I heard her say, "... his cock is huge, much bigger than you thought, and he is so hard and virile. I did not touch him, like I promised, he caught me using David and peeped at us, which is how I caught him. I brought him here for you because I love you and you have wanted him since he was little and we both want him now."

Donna was back eye to eye with mom and mom was breathing hard but controlled and not hysterical anymore. "What's going to happen now is I am going to get you back in the right mood and frame of mind, Billy is going to use his cock to pleasure you until he pumps his load up inside of you, and not knowing how long that will last, I will come back down here so that you can thank me with that very talented tongue of yours, or I will strap up and make sure you are fully spent while he comes around for you to clean off and finally get a taste of your grown up son.

Now, I am going to take your gag out and the first thing I want to hear is 'thank you". Do you understand?"

Mom nodded. Donna unbuckled the strap and pulled the mask away, removing a spit covered and glistening cock shaped mouthpiece about 2 inches long.

"Thank you." Mom said softly and then they exchanged a couple of heartfelt kisses.

Donna then climbed right up mom's back, settling into the arch, facing me over mom's spread ass. She smiled and wiggled a finger for me to step forward, but before I was close enough to touch, she began a very vigorous rain of open palm blows upon mom's ass, thighs and cunt. Mom grunted and yelped and moaned... I could hear the intake of breath as she felt the pain but no sound of protest was made. I looked to the bed beside her now that I was closer and saw several cock shaped toys of different length and color and a harness with which to wear them, a small whip, some more silk cordage and some clamps and clips of different design. Donna continued to spank with both her hands and mom's tender flesh turned red.

"These two are into some very weird and disturbing shit!" I thought to myself.

Donna rubbed her palm up and down across mom's cunt and then said, "Come on Billy, she's good and ready now!" She had both hands lifting and pulling apart mom's cheeks and thighs, opening her lips and making the best possible target. I grabbed my cock to guide it in as I stepped forward.

As twisted and bent as all of this was, even though I recognized it in the moment as it was happening, my cock had no conscience and it was in charge.

Her cunt was wet and slippery, like I had never felt, like my imagination could not conceive. I pushed forward and her body reacted, or tried to, but Donna held fast.

"Hold still you cock hungry slut. You hold still until he is buried to the hilt or I swear this will be all you ever get of this magnificent piece of steel!"

Mom wept with frustration and passion restrained, as I pushed deeper. Donna licked her lips and swallowed hard. I glided in smooth, not because she was so loose, but because she was so wet. It felt like a glove a size too small, like a strong fist was squeezing too hard. If Donna had not been holding her open, I could not have gone all the way in one stroke. With just the last inch to go, Donna let go of mom's ass and lifted her head up and out of the way, so that we made no contact. My hands replaced hers as I buried the last of it, balls deep in my own mother, my ears filled with the rush of blood, the pounding of my heart, the wails and gurgling cries as mom's first orgasm, impaled on my pole, burst upon her.