Peek-A-Boo

Dara stood with her back to the wall, just outside the open doorway. After spending quite some time trying to make a choice, the most logical seemed to take hold. 'I'm his mother! It's only natural for me to make sure my son is okay! I've checked in on him numerous times while he's sleeping.' Dara wasn't sure if it was the voice of reason, or the other voice speaking, but it was certainly logical. The fact that she was still naked, with Colin's cum blanketing her, seemed to have been forgotten in the process.

'I'll just check! If he's awake, I'll just say good night. It's really simple.' Dara had steeled herself to do just that. It didn't require a lot of movement. She could be very quiet and discreet. Even if he was awake, there was a good possibility that he wouldn't even see her peeking in. Resolved, Dara turned and pressed her naked breasts against the drywall. Her hand crept towards the door jamb, fingers slowly crawling around to grip around the opening. Ever so slowly, her head canted to the side, inching towards the opening until her eyes were able to peer into the darkened room.

It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the darkened room, illuminated by the purplish light peeking through the curtains. Her eyes fixated on the figure lying supine upon the bed, his familiar form coming into focus. Her eyes widened in shock and awe, one hand griping the door jamb more tightly, while the other covered her mouth, stifling her gasp of surprise. It was impossible to ignore, her eyes glued to the image presented to her, burning permanently into her frazzled brain. She should have looked away, turned back, or just lurched forward towards her room. Instead, her feet turned to concrete blocks, her body frozen in place, turned to stone, a statue, unable to move, **** to just stare and take in every detail of the painting before her.

Tony lay in his bed, atop the crumpled and tossed bedding, completely naked, with an undeniable erection pointing straight to the ceiling. The impressive pillar stood erect at attention, its obvious girth and length mesmerizing Dara, commanding her eyes to stare in awe. It glimmered in the faint light, sparkling with a hypnotizing flicker. Her mind was a blank slate, the pornographic image, a work of masterpiece, permanently etched.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, Dara, now unable to stop herself, was drawn to Tony's bedside. She had to inspect this turgid totem pole more closely. 'It's only natural for a mother to care for her son. Surely it's okay to go to him and drape a blanket over him, he must be cold!' However, as she reached the bedside, she became immobile once more. Her retinas now burning with the internal flames igniting within as she remained riveted to the sight before her. She felt an innate power forcing her to inspect the idyllic phallus with exquisite fine detail. It glistened as if the morning dew clung to the exposed flesh. The girth was easily more than her dainty hands could ever envelop. The exceptionally long length foretold the power this mighty sword could yield. And with that power, Dara felt as if there was a weight upon her shoulders, pushing her to her knees. And soon Dara found herself kneeling before the powerful prod, watching as it pulsed rhythmically with his heartbeat. Her eyes traced the thick arteries and veins that traversed its length, feeding it with vibrant life. Below the flagpole, supporting its massive size was an equally, heavy laden sac, two glorious orbs dangling within.

Again, the need to memorize every minute detail consumed Dara, and she found herself bowing towards his erection. The strong smell of his musk assaulted her flaring nostrils, a sweet honey nectar mixed within. The unique concoction immediately caused her mind to swirl, all sensibilities having been thrown to the wind. There was no explanation. Dara had the need burning within, her mind suddenly filled with the mantra of her past episodes. 'Cock … Taste … Can't get enough … Young cock … More … Drink from cock … Satisfy desires … Young cock … Nice cock … Cock … Helpful cock … Need cock … Your cock … Favorite cock … Hungry for cock … Thirsty for cum …' Dara could not think of anything else. There was only one course of action for her to follow.

A slithering snake slipped out from between her lips and tentatively, cautiously licked a light, feathery trail along one vein. The taste that fell upon her buds was instantly addicting, something she needed more of, something she couldn't get enough of! Her mind was suddenly consumed with the need for 'MORE'. The vague familiarity upon her tongue, could not be placed. It was sweet, tart, salty and thick upon her palette. Dara ventured another taste, this time daring to be more adventurous, picking another trail along the solid shaft, drawing from its base to nearly half its height. Again, and again, Dara repeated her efforts, achieving the glorious high she was searching for. Each swipe grew more emboldened, reaching higher and higher, towards the capricious crown. No longer using just the tip, Dara gathered as much of his special nectar as she could with the flat of her tongue against the rigid rod. Her nose was pressed against the flesh, inhaling the equally intoxicating aroma of arousal.

As Dara grew more emboldened, she ventured towards the crowned jewel, running along the underside of his sensitive glands. He twitched and throbbed, the mighty pole swaying to and fro, ever so slightly. Without any further hesitation, Dara opened her mouth wide and dropped her head over the bulbous tip, capturing it within. Delirious with desire, Dara dipped her tongue into the tiny slit, drawing forth a spectacular specimen of his special priming fluid. She let it linger on her taste buds before swirling her tongue around the tip. The intoxicating concoction flooded her senses. Drunk on lust, Dara could not be stopped. Ever so slowly she began bobbing up and down on the mighty shaft, taking the thick rod deeper and deeper into her pipes with each oral stroke. So lost in her activities she was, that she didn't even realize she was humming with pleasure and praise of the idol. So lost in her activities she was, that she didn't even realize that the man beneath her was also beginning to hum and moan in appreciation of her efforts.

Dara tried her best to relax her jaws, pressing her tongue against the underside of his cock, taking him deeper, almost to the root. There was just so much of him, that it almost seemed impossible, but she was making progress. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Dara felt two strong hands upon her head, gripping tightly as they pushed her down onto the meat skewer. The mighty hips she had braced her hands upon, rose upwards, forcing his entire length into her throat, **** off her airway.

Panic set in! The sudden realization that the man beneath her, Tony, her son, was awake! She had lost herself in the indulgence and now found herself faced with the enormity of the situation. His cockhead had slipped into her throat and she could feel his thickness throbbing incessantly. Her eyes began to water, blackness closing in from the perimeters of her vision. Unable to breathe, she was now completely at his mercy. She was no match for his strength, and she was sure she was going to die.

And then it happened! Rippling pulses traveled along the length of his cock, followed by thick streams of searing hot liquid jettisoning from its tip into her throat, straight into her stomach. Dara lost count of how many volleys were spewed from the cannon, but was relieved when the grip loosened enough for her to come back up for life-giving air. Much to her dismay, however, the barrel kept firing bullets towards her gaping mouth, filling it to nearly overflowing. Dara had **** but to swallow the generous offering.

Dara once again found herself once again awakened by a stark sense of reality, acutely aware of what transpired. This time however, she was stark naked in front of her equally naked son, his cock still waving in front of her face. It felt as if a thousand pound anvil had landed upon her at that very moment. Absolute shock, horror and dismay at what had just happened filled Dara with utter shame and embarrassment. She immediately covered her face and cried into her hands once more with renewed tears her body had denied her earlier.

'What have I done? How could I? I'm the worst ever! I'm a total SLUT!' And with that her body erupted into yet another mind blowing orgasm of undeniable proportions. She quaked and convulsed right before her son, thrashing on his bed, atop his naked flesh, as the waves of ecstasy washed over her.

Dara cried, her tears wetting Tony's thighs. Whether the tears were embarrassment and shame, or whether they were joyous tears of release and relief, Dara could not distinguish. It was only Tony's soothing hand running over her head and through her hair that seemed to ease Dara's predicament.

“It's okay mom! It's okay!” His repeated words did little to calm Dara, but the more he stroked her hair and the more he repeated himself, the more tranquil she became. Eventually the tears had stopped, her face still pressed to his muscular thigh, her hands clutching onto him for support. She tried to apologize, but Tony wouldn't allow it, repeatedly shushing her. “You're the best mom! I love you! It's okay! Everything will be okay!”

After a definite eternity, Tony's words began to take effect, and she began believing him. Not once did he say anything negative. Not once did he make any reference to what had just happened. Not once did he comment on her appearance. All he sang were words of praise and love, which soothed her greatly, though did little to ease her embarrassment and discomfort. Finally, Dara gained enough strength to raise to her feet, turning in such a way that she didn't have to look at him and preventing him from getting any more of a look at her naked body.

Dara didn't trust herself anymore to even glance at Tony's naked body, afraid she'd lunge back at him for a repeat performance, much like she had done with Colin! 'Oh gawd!' Dara cried to herself once again. The thought of Colin's virile cock had now sprung forward once again. “I've gotta go,” Dara proclaimed in a whisper and left the room. She turned down the hallway to her bedroom door. She turned the handle quietly and stepped into the darkness of her own bedroom, closing the door behind her. Making sure David was still asleep, she pressed her ear to the door and listened for any movement from Tony.

It wasn't until she heard his footsteps travel in the opposite direction, followed by the sound of the bathroom door being closed that the full effect of what had transpired settled in! Dara cursed herself once again, for not thinking clearly! She could have easily gone into the other bathroom before traveling naked down the hallway. She should not have even been tempted to look in on her son. She could have cleaned herself up prior to exposing her full, cum coated nudity to Tony! She couldn't explain her twisted reasoning anymore. Why was she even thinking like this? There were more important things to worry about, than what she could have, or should have done! The fact remained that she had sex with her son. She took his monster sized cock and gave him a glorious blowjob. She savored the taste and texture of his cock and drank down his offering without reservation. There were consequences for her actions, despite all of Tony's reassurances. Her frazzled and fragile world was quickly falling apart, and Dara needed to do something to fix it … quickly.

Dara looked at the alarm clock, set to go off in forty-five minutes. Seeing no other option at this point, Dara needed to begin the repairs. First thing was to get cleaned up and shower all the layers of cum off her body and out of her hair!

She tiptoed to the master bath and closed the doors. She started the shower and allowed the steam to fill the room.