Bent over the couch

"Here," says Gary.

He grabs Mom's arms, forces her around, and bends her over the armrest of the couch. "Come here, sport," he orders me. "Sit down on the couch here, next to your mom." Gripping her by her elbows, he pulls back so that her entire upper body is lifted up, her breasts hanging just above the cushions, her face forced to stare ahead--into mine.

By her expression, I can tell the exact moment Gary penetrates her from behind, his cock slipping past her hairy mons and folds.

"Jake..." she whispers. She stares right at me, through me. "Jake..." Maybe it's a plea for help. Maybe it's an accusation. Maybe it's a mindless recitation. It certainly isn't spoken with any maternal love.

My life is over, I think. There's no coming back from...this. Ideally, the earth would simply open and swallow me up, but barring that unlikely occurrence...I need to make myself scarce once Gary lets the two of us go. I don't think my mom is ever going to forgive me, and I can't blame her. Maybe Steve will be willing to take me in temporarily...

Gary steadily increases his pace. As he thrusts into my mom's vagina, she grunts...at first in pain, then later...I can see the arousal clouding her eyes. I can't bear to look, to think of her in that way--as a sexual being--but I can't help myself. My cock remains stubbornly erect. The shame is overwhelming.

"Oh, God, I'm close!" says Gary. He's really pounding her now, leveraging his grip on her elbows to go to town. Her entire upper body shakes, her breasts swinging wildly. Her mouth is open, but nothing emerges except the sound of desperate panting.

At last, he shoots his load straight into her channel. She shudders around the fullness, seemingly climaxing herself. When he lets go of her arms, she slumps down onto the couch, insensate, releasing his cock in the process.

"Whew!" Gary exclaims, zipping himself up. "You might have raised a shit son, but you're an amazing fuck! The way your pussy lips clung to me..." He shakes his head as if to clear the memory, then laughs. "Anyway, thanks for the satisfaction. I'll just leave the two of you to work some things out." He slips out the front door, closing it behind him.

My mom is still lying facedown in a stupor. Not wasting any time, I stand and tiptoe to my room to begin packing.