A horror movie

Letting the remote rest on some generic horror flick, replete with the latest hunkish actors & scary scenes, you laid on the couch and yawned, before putting both of your feet up onto the sofa. Lisa called out from the kitchen once more.

"What'd you choose, sweetie?"

"Ah, just some horror movie."

The screen glared in dreary grey and white flashes, as your boring day at school began to get the better of you. Your eyes drifted shut, only to be jarred open by an imposing *ding* of the microwave. Lisa brought out a steaming pile of popcorn, setting it on the table before laying opposite of you. Lisa crossed one leg over the other, before reaching for the popcorn and settling the bowl on her stomach. Even for her age, she looked fantastic; her nightgown hugged all of her curves tightly, and her soft stomach provided the perfect position for her to rest the popcorn. Content to follow your lead in mindlessly staring at the T.V., Lisa began slowly eating the popcorn with one hand, resting the other on her chest.

The flick continued on, and the protagonist found himself pursued and surrounded by supernatural forces in a stereotypical arc, when Lisa suddenly chuckled and quipped,

"Thank god I'm not with your sisters. They'd have made some god-forsaken comment by now about this movie and turning it into smut. Although I gotta say, the lead character is a nice piece of ass!" You stared at your mom as noticed her stirring, her smooth legs crossing and uncrossing, before you snapped back to the T.V. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you ended your discomfort with a laugh.

"Mom! C'mon. Hey, can I get some popcorn?"

"Sure, sweetie. Hold on." Lisa picked up a piece, and aimed it at your face. "Open your mouth, hun." Lisa laughed. Listening to her, you leaned back and she rocketed a piece of popcorn at you, bouncing square on your face and onto the floor. Picking it up and eating it, she cheerfully scrunched her face as if to signal her humoured disgust at your eating habits, before picking up another piece.

"C'mon, you can catch this, sweetie. Or do you like eating off the floor?" Lisa lobbed another piece at you, this time landing square on your tongue, and ending with a satisfying crunch.

"Boom! Thank god you have a big mouth." Lisa laughed, and for a second you thought she stirred again, causing you to turn red-faced. You asked her for the rest of the popcorn, and she chuckled again before handing you the bowl, wiping off stray pieces on her nightgown. The movie continued, and again the protagonist, in proper Futawood fashion, found himself shirtless and sweaty from another chase. Once again, you noticed your mother stirring in her dress, this time uncrossing her legs and recrossing them several times. The tv screen blared with flashing images, and your mother and her now tented nightgown seemed grossly invested in the outcome of our poor hero.

"You know, Dougie, you kinda look like this guy." Lisa said, as she tried to sneakily rearrange her obvious hardon. Even with her deft effort, her massive womanhood proved difficult to conceal behind the two thin pieces of strained fabric.

Pretending not to notice, you stared intently at the television. "Oh please, he's got more muscles than aunt Abby!"

Your mom chuckled, before letting out a quiet sigh. "Well, you could look like him if you worked out with her!"

"And work out in _her _gym? I'd need a bodyguard to go in that place."

Lisa laughed, before pushing at your foot with hers. "Don't worry, sweetie! I'll teach you some self defense; I'm sure our hero had to learn some for this role." Even her playful swipe caused your leg to sweep off the sofa, prompting you to roll your eyes at her and get up. She was right, though. You did need to learn how to defend yourself, made painfully apparent by how easily Lisa had just handled you.

"I'm gonna get something to drink from the kitchen, mom. Do you want anything?"

Lisa looked at you quizzically for a second, before raising her eyebrows and asking for a glass of wine. You made your way to the kitchen and fixed up a quick drink, before looking in the fridge. No leftover bottles; she didn't drink much, but when she did, it went fast. You called out for Lisa amidst the deafening sounds of the TV, which seemed to have been turned up an extra few notches.

"There's no wine! I'm gonna check the garage!"

Not hearing a response, you assumed your mother was ensconced with whatever provocative action scene that had been pushed onto the T.V. screen. Walking into the garage, you felt a slight chill surround your feet as you looked in the second fridge; tons of spare soda cans, albeit not the kind that your family usually drinks, dotted the top grate, with several bottles of what looked like cream sparsely placed around various other areas of the fridge. At the bottom, you found an unopened bottle of red wine, and grabbed it. Having already missed a chunk of the movie, you hastened your return. Peeking your head around the kitchen corner, you prepared to deliver bottle to Lisa.

"Hey mom, we only have a bottle of re.-" your question was interrupted by the sight of your mother's massive cock being pumped rhythmically to the sight of the action hero on the screen. Lisa, facing away from the kitchen, was entirely unaware of your presence, now completely engaged with her engorged womanhood. All 14" of it was being stroked rapidly; your mother using her thick, veiny foreskin as a kind of cock-sleeve. In an futile effort to avert your stare, you nevertheless locked your eyes on her massive cock; every time she pulled her marble-white skin down, her flushed head leaked precum like a faulty faucet. Her womanhood pointed angrily upwards, Lisa was emitting soft groans at the sight of our shirtless hero once again. Sufficiently interested in the hedonistic sight of your mother, you decided to give your her the time to put away her dick, although you knew she'd be flustered the rest of the movie.

Mustering up all of your voice to combat the sound of the television, you nearly screamed "MOM. I COULD ONLY GET A BOTTLE OF RED FROM THE GARAGE IS THAT OKAY?" You heard the TV quickly go silent, the sound of fabric shuffling, and a small curse being uttered, before Lisa responded with a tinge of nervousness.

"U-uh, yeah, sweetie! Can you bring it to me?"

You walked in, and found your mother having crossed her legs again, looking a bit disheveled and sweaty. You set the bottle of wine next to her chest, and chuckled as she shuddered.

"You okay, mom?"

"Yeah, intense action scene." Lisa got up to go to the kitchen and opened the wine; a satisfying pop followed the telltale glug of wine being poured into a large glass.

Laying back down on the sofa, your mind began racing with the images of your mother's thick cock being stroked. The air within the household was static with lust, complemented by the still deafening sounds of the tv as you both sipped your drinks. Taking the remote, you turned it down a few notches, and your mom returned, sat down right next to you, and sighed.

"Thank god, I couldn't hear myself think! They really went all-in on the sound design for this, huh Dougie?" Her words were still tinged with frustration, as you could tell her cock was desperately aching to get off.

"Seriously! It's like they just turned every sound effect up to 100." Your mother laughed, before crossing and squeezing her legs together. Again, images of her leaky, veiny cock flashed across your brain, stoking your curiosity even more.

As you and Lisa sat in covetous silence, she downed the glass of wine quickly before pouring another one and attacking it just the same. The bottle slowly began to drain of the silky red liquid, and Lisa quickly took on a reddish hue, accentuated by her fiery hair.

While the movie had generally gone at a steady, psychological-thriller style pace, it suddenly threw out a jump scare, causing you to absentmindedly grab her thickset thigh and squeeze; her skin was soft, but sinewy underneath. Lisa tensed, almost stirring, before laughing again.

"Aww, Dougie, what's the matter? Too scary for you? C'mere, sweetie. I'll protect you" Lisa chuckled, before draping her soft arm over your shoulder and pulling you into her breasts. The silken fabric of her nightgown stuck to your cheek as Lisa pulled you in tighter, the smell of wine and feminine musk wafting across your nostrils. Your eyes still glued to the TV screen, Lisa stirred and sighed heavily before running her fingers through your hair.

"You wanna turn this off?" Lisa said, mockingly.

You rolled your eyes before retorting. "I'm not a kid anymore, plus it's almost over."

Lisa playfully grabbed a fistful of your hair and shook your head lightly, tightening her grip. "Yeah, but you're still my little Dougie" she said, before resuming her petting and taking a final sip of her wine. Still entranced by the soft pillow that was Lisa's breasts, you noticed a bulge beginning to appear in between her thighs. Whether the **** had caused her to not notice or she was too engaged with the movie, her nightgown began to hike up the sides of her dimpled thighs. That same pair of bright pink and white underwear stared back at you; the fabric had begun piling from the time it had spent in the washing machine, and thin strands of lint dotted the edges, mixing in with Lisa's fiery red pubic hair. Thick strands of red poked out from the lips of her panties, inviting you to explore what was underneath.

Again, the lustful electricity found itself within the room, and you removed yourself from Lisa's embrace before stretching back out on the sofa and putting your legs over Lisa's. Your mother sighed again, seemingly unaware that her womanhood was unfurling like a wreathed snake beneath her underwear. Again, the movie began to pick up in pace again, causing you both to stay glued to the TV.

The rest of the movie was a pure psychological thriller; when the credits rolled, you both stared at the black screen in silence.

"Well that was absolutely horrifying" Lisa said.

"I thought you weren't scared!" You replied, jokingly.

"Ha-ha. I'm eating my words." She replied, before clearing her throat and sniffling a little bit.

"Wine got to you, mom?"

"Never! But it is pretty late, I'm gonna go to bed." Lisa raised her arms above her head, stretching; her nightgown, unable to keep up, raised a bit, giving you a view of her chubby yet toned stomach, and the same underwear, packed to the brim with her massive cock. Returning from her stretch, she put a hand on your leg and tightly squeezed. "Night, Dougie"

Lisa got up, in a half-drunken, half-sleepy stupor; her panties had been completely swallowed by her massive ass, swaying in front of you as she walked up the stairs. Cleaning up the rest of the junk on the table, you followed suit, before undressing into your boxers and getting into bed. Images of Lisa's crotch burned into your thoughts, you stirred sleeplessly for a bit before finally settling into sleep.