A normal (?) Tuesday morning ...

With pep and energy that Dara didn't know she could ever possess at this point, she bounced down the steps to the kitchen and started preparing a wonderful morning meal. By the time David was walking down the steps in his suit and tie, she had already made eggs, toast and bacon, poured a cup of coffee and a glass of juice. As David sat at the table, the two shared a knowing glance and a wry smile escaped his lips. The other man of the house was missing from the morning ritual, and Dara yelled, “Tony! Come on! You're breakfast is ready. You're gonna be late for school!”

The fact that Dara had just given her son a glorious blowjob a few hours earlier was somehow lost in the morning hullabaloo. To Dara, for some odd reason, it didn't matter what had happened. This was a new day, and a new beginning. David was none the wiser, and he was in a pleasant mood. That put Dara in a good mood!

“I'm up! Just finishing up some schoolwork. I'll be down in a minute!” Tony's voice bellowed with the usual thunder, rumbling through the house.

Dara looked at her husband and shared another knowing look, She shook her head and took his plate of food. She turned Tony's meal into a sandwich and poured his juice into a tumbler. She wrapped the sandwich in foil and had it ready to go! “Some things never change,” she muttered with a smiling quip, to which David quickly replied, “and some thing do!” His wide brimming smile left no doubt in Dara's mind what he was referring to. It just seemed so natural for her to flash a sly, seductive smile towards her husband.

Dara watched, amused as David rose to his feet, poured himself another cup of coffee “to go,” and gathered up his belongings, ready to head out the door, to start another wonderful day of work! Dara gathered up Tony's food and drink, and followed David to the foyer, bestowing upon him another kiss good-bye, before he walked out the door. Dara was running on autopilot, this routine being an every morning thing. Dara, hands full, leaned towards her husband and pressed her plump lips against his. However, taking advantage of an opportunity that had never presented itself before, David forged his tongue forward into Dara's mouth, dueling with hers as his hands slipped into her robe. He latched onto her ripe melons and squeezed them playfully, raking fingers across her stiffening nipples.

Dara, unable to prevent her husband's advances, stood frozen in disbelief at the brazen actions of her spouse. It only occurred to her at that moment, that she was in her robe the entire time. She had never, in the past, dared to leave her room, improperly dressed; however, now she stood in the foyer, nearly naked, covered by a mere bath robe, that David was causing to part down the middle, the sash loosening with his playful attention to her increasingly growing taut breasts. She also became acutely aware that the parting robe exposed her pussy, which seemed to be growing exponentially warmer and wetter with each passing second. She wanted to pull away, to protest, to object to his lewd advances, but she just couldn't. Instead, she just remained frozen, focusing on the intense pleasure sweeping through her entire being. It had to be David who stopped, and pulled away, before Dara could once again move of her own free will. Still shell-shocked, she stood motionless, watching her husband walk out the door as he merrily claimed, “I meant what I said this morning!”

It was only the sound of heavy footsteps bounding down the steps that jolted Dara from her stupor. Still with his food in her hands, there was nothing she could do, before Tony appeared before her, ready to take his morning offering. Dara's eyes were wide as saucers as her son took in the sight before him. She tried to hand off his breakfast in order to free her hands, so she could at least readjust her robe and retie her sash! But this morning, Tony had halted his usual rush, keeping Dara at a loss for what to do.

Once more, Dara felt glued in place, stuck in an immobile position as Tony's eyes traveled up and down her shorter frame, much like they had done several hours earlier. Despite her horror, Dara could see the sparkle of appreciation in her son's eyes as he memorized her body. As if it were happening in slow motion, Dara watched helplessly as Tony reached towards her hands, but bypassed them, reaching into her parted robe, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into his body for a tight hug. His strong hands were on her naked flesh, burning imprints into her lower back. The immense heat spread instantaneously throughout her entire body, settling in her loins. Her robe had now completely fell open. Dara sensed the growing bulge pressing into her abdomen, the now familiar appendage hardening between their bodies.

There was nothing Dara could, or would, do at this moment. Just like her husband had earlier, her son now leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. The searing heat melted her brain as her mouth opened to accept his invading tongue, feeling it explore her insides as jolts of electricity coursed through her veins. He commanded her mouth and claimed it for his own, driving his oral muscle into her throat, conquering her in entirety. And as Dara succumbed to the powerful sensation, his hands crept southward, cupping her buttocks as he pulled her even tighter into his groin. He mauled and manipulated her ass, forcing her to sway and grind against his gargantuan growth. He was using her to masturbate as he continued to claim her soul.

Dara was helpless to keep the rising tidal waves of feral flames from enveloping her very being. Her entire body was going to explode with a tumultuous, thundering orgasm any second. There was nothing she could do to stop it's destructive wake. Her toes were curling into tiny fists as her muscles began to contract into a single knot, a tightening tether from her head to her toes. The pressure was too intense and the damn was about to break. Happily humming into her abductor's mouth, Dara let loose and convulsed violently, supported only by the massive arms keeping her pinned against the Adonis-like body.

Before she could even recover from the mind-blowing orgasm, Tony had released her limp form, broken the soul-searching kiss, and grabbed his morning meal. “Thanks mom! You're the best! See ya tonight!”

Dara stood on wobbly legs, barely able to support herself, dumbfounded, awestruck, and speechless. Unable to gather her thoughts amid the whirlwind of events, Dara continued to stand in a daze, her robe now hanging from her elbows, her naked flesh, still burning with the heat from her orgasm. 'What the hell just happened?' Looking down at her completely exposed flesh, she remained motionless, trying to catch her breath.

It felt like forever before she rushed to the door and peered through the peep-hole, catching another glimpse of the one who had just molested her.

Dara was able to spot Tony meeting up with Colin at the end of the driveway. They were greeting each other with high-five slaps and hugs. While Dara seemed that it was odd for Tony to be so friendly with the neighbor's son, it came as a relief to see that Colin was at least going to be occupied in school today. She wasn't sure she'd physically be able to handle another “all-day session” with him again.

With a contented sigh, Dara opted for the first thing that popped into her brain, given that she now had some “time to herself!” She had barely rested, let alone gotten any sleep in the past forty-eight hours. A nice hot soak in the tub, would surely help give her rest and a chance to re-energize for the remainder of the day. But before she could do that, she wasn't about to abandon the kitchen. She fixed her robe, tied the sash tight, and marched to the kitchen. She actually smirked and chuckled at the serendipitous actions of this morning as she cleaned up, and placed the dirty items in the dishwasher. The voice of reason in her brain had seemingly been buried under the mountains of pleasure as she mindlessly set to task, cleaning as she usually did. Not once had she fretted, or worried one iota about what had transpired. 'It was nice! It was pleasurable! The men of the house were happy and cheerful as they began their day! That's the way it's supposed to be!'

Once the kitchen was finished and sparkling clean, she marched up the stairs, intent on taking that luxuriating bath. At the top of the stairs, however, she stopped just short of Tony's room, the recollection of events, just a few hours earlier, replaying in her head. She turned around and eyed the bathroom she had 'forgotten' about, still wondering why she hadn't gone in there to make herself more presentable. Fear and panic were beginning to fight for control of her body and brain once more, her happy nature fading fast. The image of Tony's thick cock slowly filled her vision, her plump lips encircling the girth as he stretched her jaws, her dainty hands barely able to grip the shaft. The sweet, honeyed nectar that assaulted her taste buds were easily recalled. The fear and panic quickly squelched as she recalled the glorious offering he bestowed upon her, his hot love juice as it assaulted her senses and sealed the two together forever.

With renewed 'happy' thoughts, Dara strode into Tony's room, to clean it properly, since she only did a cursory job of it yesterday. A quick scan of the room confirmed it needed a good cleaning. However, upon the small desk in the room, Tony had left his laptop open and turned on. Curiosity, getting the better of her, she pulled out his chair and sat upon it, inspecting what was on the monitor. Once again she read the bold header, “Brain Imagery Manipulation and Behavior Optimization”. Taking closer look, she noted several small folders under the header, “AT”, “TT”, “GY”, and “DK”, the last which appeared to be open. Below that she noted several smaller headers. “Subliminal Language Utility for Training”. That sounded vaguely familiar to Dara, but she couldn't place where or why. Beneath that, there was another small header, “Absolute Intellectual Response Haptics with Educational Academic Deterioration”, under which was a small panel with scrolling computer code. Yet another header was beneath that, “Inclusive Neurological Concepts with Extraneous Societal Tendencies”, under which was a panel with scrolling code. Lastly, there was yet another header with scrolling code, “Manual Automation Self Titillation Uplifts Reinforcing Behavior with Appropriate Timely Elation.”

“Good gawd! I wish I wasn't so stupid when it comes to computer stuff!” Dara spoke out loud to no one, suddenly realizing how stupid that was. She also took note that these 'big words' seemed so somehow foreign to her. 'They must be, like, teaching waaaayyy more advanced stuff in schools nowadays!' Dara sighed heavily, unable to comprehend what was on the computer, even though it felt like a prickly thorn in the back of her head. She felt as if she recognized the header, but her brain cells just couldn't connect the dots! “Oh well,” Dara again spoke to no one, “back to cleaning!”

Dara straightened up the desk, placing the papers in one pile, and stacking the scattered books neatly. She got up out of the chair and pushed it neatly beneath the desk. She turned towards the bed and started stripping it bare. The blanket was tossed towards the doorway, pillow cases landed next to it, and the sheet atop those. However, when Dara began pulling the fitted sheet away, she heard a rustling sound from between the box spring and the mattress. Dara dropped the fitted sheet to the floor at her feet. Her feline curiosity overtaking her once more. As she lifted the mattress, she gasped, eyes wide, staring at the sight before her. "Like, Oh my gawd!"