Lisa comes home

Three little dots appeared on your screen as Lisa continued her frantic typing.

"If you don't answer within the next five minutes, I'm making a decision for you."

You opened the messages to her and began typing. Instantly, the three little dots disappeared, and then reappeared; you could feel the raw desire being held back by nothing more than time and a few thousand pixels on your screen - your heart sinking with fear, and your ass wincing with the pain from Lisa's conquest last night, you slowly dragged your fingers across the keyboard and clicked 'send'.

"Lips."

Whether it was the beer or the ominous feeling that stuck to your insides like an insidious corruption, or some twisted combination of the two, your stomach churled in twists and knots, sending you in a beeline for the bathroom to relieve any nerves that had built up. The sound of your phone buzzing echoed in the living room as you made way for the downstairs toilet, only content to dry heave over the porcelain bowl. Pushing out nothing but air, you sat on the cold floor of the bathroom and put your hands over your face, your mind racing at a million miles per minute. 'What would Lisa be like when she got home? Was Crystal's storytelling up to par with the truth, or did she exaggerate? Why do I feel like having another beer?'

Your mind, nearly knocking itself over from this cascade of thoughts, turned you on autopilot. You picked yourself up from the icy tiles and shuffled over to the kitchen, turning the heater on in an attempt to combat the foreboding iciness that had tendrilled through your house. The vents roared to life, sputtering and spitting as they doled out a low, rhythmic heat. Still cold, you walked over to the fridge and got yourself another beer - if the first two had lowered your inhibitions and left you awash with more confidence than fear, then what was the harm in another? You cracked open the bottle and let the cold liquid rest on your lips before letting the ale hit your stomach. Suddenly, as if to deliver you from the sordid state of affairs presented to you by your own genetics, the moment the third beer touched your lips, a calm settled over your brain. The million thoughts distilled into one clear state of direction - what would happen if you approached Lisa as you normally would? Instead of fearing the unknown, approaching it with curiosity and your normal self? Sighing, you sat back down on the couch, and opened your phone to a few messages from Lisa.

"Good choice."

"I can't wait to see you and continue the conversation we had this morning. I've had some time to think about it."

"I'm home in a few. Going to the supermarket if you need anything."

The rapturous lust that had nearly spilled out of your phone from Lisa's texts earlier had seemed to calm down - either that, or Crystal's warning of sadism and cold, calculated desire had taken effect within Lisa - your fate sealed in any case, you let the blissful feeling of **** take over, as you closed your eyes, with last night's lewd encounter once again creeping into your mind. The thought of falling asleep in Lisa's soft, pillowy embrace, her fat, uncut cock lodged in your ass, and her swollen balls rhythmically pulsing against your cheeks as they emptied into you, floated across your head softly. With the heater having covered the living room in a heavy, surreal blanket of warmth and the beers taking effect, your groin tingled with impure desire - closing your eyes, you acquiesced to the warm room, drifting off into a quick nap, the TV softly droning in the background...

KNOCK KNOCK

Two loud bangs on the door abruptly startled you from your peaceful sleep - replacing your happily boozed feelings with a dry and cold aloofness as you took a second to figure out where you were.

"DOUG!" Lisa's voice bellowed through the door as she fiddled with her keys.

The lock on the door shook with an alarming strength - so much so, that you thought the handle would fall off from sheer brute ****.

"DOUG. My keys aren't working! Can you let me in?" Shaking the sleep from your eyes, you walked up to the door and unlocked it, to be greeted by Lisa's massive chest - her neon pink sports bra now a dark hue, her smooth cleavage fighting with every ounce of fervor to break free from their lycra prison. Thousands of small beads of sweat dotted her exposed, flush chest, still heaving from what you presume was a hard workout. But what hit you the strongest was the smell. A strong, lightly sweet odour hit your nose like a tonne of bricks. You might've gotten a heavily diluted smell had you gone to the gym for a few hour and then decided to run a marathon, but this was like nothing you had experienced before. As your eyes traced upwards, you were met with her frenetic and sweaty freckled face, peering through you with intent blue eyes. You had always been aware that your mother was nearly a foot and a half taller than you, but for some reason, you felt as if you had to crane your neck much further than usual.

"Hey, sweetie." Lisa said, as she blew a strand of frazzled red hair covering her face.

Her fiery red hair had been tied up into a high ponytail, with darker, reddish-brown strands tacked to her neck and around her ears. Lisa set the eight bags in her hands down, before stepping an inch away from you with little regard for your personal space. A faint grin spread from her lips as she wrapped a strong, soft arm around your neck for a firm hug. Squeezing tightly, your face was mashed between her massive breasts, wetting your nose from the sheer amount of sweat that this woman had exuded over the past several hours. Using her other arm, she wrapped her hand around your waist, pulling you against her soft, cushioned body - the smell of sweat compounding under your nostrils and hazily sending a fog of lust-filled hormones through you as Lisa gyrated her hips against your small body. A soft groan escaped her lips as her thick length began to throb through her pants, the fabric stretching and straining against the pressure as her cock poked and prodded at your chest like a caged animal looking for an escape. Yep. Definitely bound.

Lisa hummed with motherly satisfaction, content with the door frame bearhug that you were currently trapped in. "Mom's missed you, sweetie. Thanks for letting me in." Her free hand around your waist snaked downwards, around your ass, before giving it a rough squeeze. Still trapped within Lisa's pillowy embrace, with the **** once more taking the reigns, you inhaled deeply before placing both of your hands on either side of her massive ass, pushing inwards and causing Lisa to shudder. Your hands stickily slid across her leggings as the sweat around her love handles stuck to your palms, her smell completely removing your inhibitions and causing a lecherous haze to settle across your cheeks. Lisa unstuck you from your embrace, placing her hands on your shoulders and looking down at you with a wicked grin as you both descended into a perverted spiral.

"Fuck, Doug. What's gotten into you? Don't do that, not until we have our 'conversation'. Go sit on the couch." Her words escaped from her lips hurriedly, with the same commanding tone that she had let loose a few hours prior to her workout. Lisa easily guided you backwards, practically pushed you onto the sofa, and then straddled your legs, her tight yoga pants groaning under the immense pressure of her ass and growing bulge. Lisa's size left her chest once more in your face, causing you to look up once more into eyes that had clearly grown wild with a carnal lust. The air around you two was stuffy and rife with electricity, fueled fully by Lisa's unknown condition and the sputtering of the old heating system in your house. A low rumble was the only sound in the house, occasionally upended by the groaning of the sofa as Lisa moved to bring her face closer to yours.

"Earlier this morning, Doug. I said I wanted to **** myself onto you." Lisa brought the back of her hand onto your cheek, caressing it with a deranged gentleness as her melodic voice reached your ears.

"I went and worked out, trying to get rid of these... perverted thoughts. As your mother, I know it's not right. But it feels... right." Lisa flipped her hand, and placed her clammy palm on your cheek, holding it in place as she looked down at you. Speechless, you were relegated to a wide-eyed stare as Lisa continued her monologue.

"I know I said we needed some time to think - every minute that passed today, I was thinking... of you. I had a few realizations, you know." Lisa gyrated her hips as she delivered her dulcet words into your ears, her thick cock hopelessly breaking against her leggings and beginning to form a dark wet spot at the tip.

"But we'll get to those later. For now, I realized that last night was the best sex of my life, because I **** you." Lisa brought her face to yours, before placing her mouth over your lips for a moment and sending a jolt of lewd energy through you, before abruptly standing up. She towered over you, her slick grey yoga pants now directly in your face.

"It was orgasmic, because you were under my control, under my desires, and under my... lust." Lisa pulled at your feet with quick, precise strength, yanking you off the couch and onto the floor. From below, her soft body loomed over you, as she looked down with a conquering, corrupt grin.

"I spent time thinking about you. About all the things I wanted to make you do for me." She lazily pulled down her yoga pants down to her knees, revealing a pair of purple spandex panties that were torn at the crotch, revealing her uncut, hairy cock. Her foreskin hadn't yet fully retracted despite her straining hardness, leaving her thick head staring directly at you, precum spurting out of the tip like a faulty faucet. Lisa groaned as she took the base of her shaft in one hand and put her other hand on the sofa arm for support, before quarter-squatting to position her slimy length in front of your lips, her soft belly spilling over onto your forehead. The smell of sweat returned; this time, a sour odour on your nose, and then your tongue, as she poked your lips with her glans and smeared her cockhead across them, marking you with a salty trail of viscous precum. Still half-covered by her thick foreskin, and slimy from a mixture of sweat and sex that had been fermenting at the gym in a tight, bundled package, it dragged across your mouth with ease as Lisa let out a deranged, low groan.

"I'm glad you said lips, Doug. It's my favorite, you know. I spent three whole hours sweating, thinking of making you gag on me. Last night was unforgettable. I can't not have you again. I just... can't. I need you to taste me, feel me, need me. I'm going to feed you, but first..." Lisa moved her hand up her shaft, shuddering, as she presented her two pendulous, greasy balls onto your face. They hung lazily over your nose, a stuffy, boiling sensation spreading acaross your cheeks. The sparse red hairs, caked in sweat and curled from her day at the gym, tickled your nose as Lisa softly stroked her cock.

"I am going to **** you, Doug. I don't know what it is, but I need you to **** on me. But I've worked out all day and I need a bit of cleaning down there before we... begin." You could tell Lisa was staring down at you intently over her pillowy stomach and massive breasts, although her pulsating cock, and the pair of smooth, greasy balls covering your face obscured most of the view.

Crystal's warnings of sadism flashed in your mind.

"So, sweetie, you can either stick your tongue out and begin this, or I can plan something else for you. The choice is yours."