Reluctantly

Mom falls back, her face white, hand gripping the top of the couch for support. "You... I..."

Gary follows her, a threatening presence. "You've read the card, the fine print. And your son can attest that it's legit." Mom looks into my face and sees the confirmation written there.

"Please...don't..." she whimpers.

"I'd prefer your cooperation," says Gary, "but if I have to, I can get the police involved. What's it going to be?"

"What are you going to do to me?"

"What do you think? I'm going to fuck you. Right here. Right now. After you've given me a nice striptease. Make it slow."

"Alright...alright..." my mom sniffles. Her hands go to the collar of her blouse, and she begins undoing the buttons down the front. I stare off at the blank wall to my left.

"No, you don't," says Gary sternly to me. "You don't get to look away. You're going to watch every second."

Mom drapes her blouse over the lazy chair by the window. The skin on her back is pale, smooth, little patches of cellulite here and there. She push her jeans down over her matronly hips, revealing her thick strong thighs. I'm seeing parts of my mother I've never before. In some ways, she looks like the girls from porn, and in other ways, not so much. I hate myself for even leaping to that comparison. My cock is rock-solid beneath my pants, and my face burns with the shame of it.

With trembling fingers, she reaches back and unhooks her bra, letting it dangle for a moment before dropping to the floor. I'm watching her from behind, so I can only catch a glimpse of the side of her modest breasts. Gary, on the other hand, gets the full-on view. He whistles. "Very nice. Now the rest."

My mom hooks her fingers into her panties, begins to pull them down. "Wait," Gary orders. "Turn around first. Bend over." She obeys, now facing me. I can see her bare nipples, large brownish areolae covering half her breasts. She bends forward. Her face must be as red as mine. We lock gazes. A wave of revulsion passes over her face. Closing her eyes, she works her panties down her thighs and over her knees, finally letting them drop.

"Wow! You're even more spectacular than I was expecting!" exclaims Gary, staring down at her from behind. "Now come take it out." My mom straightens up, and for a brief half-second, I can see the black curls of her pubic hair surrounding her vagina--the place where I came into this world. Then she's turned around, unzipping Gary's pants and extracting a cock slightly bigger than mine. She stares at it in disbelief.

"Are you...?" My mom swallows. "Are you going to put on a condom?"

"Your son wasn't wearing a condom when he tried to stick it in that poor girl," says Gary. "So, no... I'll be fucking you raw. Hope that won't be a problem?"

"No...no problem," Mom whispers. "Where do want to do...it?"