Trip and fall

Dara lay sprawled across the basket, totally unaware of her bare ass sticking up. She turned her head towards the open doorway, feeling the redness and heat on her face. Flushed with the release of her orgasm, combined with the embarrassment of nearly being caught with her hand buried within her crotch, had Dara completely unhinged. All she could manage to see was Tony's feet up to his knees, pleading to not to let him see her sheepish features.

"Ma? Are you all right? What happened?" Tony inquired again, wondering why his mom was sprawled half naked outside the office door.

"Yeah, yeah! I'm fine." Dara buried her face into the pile of clothes, trying to come up with a reason for her current position. She obviously couldn't tell Tony that she was standing out there, masturbating, thinking of Colin's cock, thinking of sucking Colin's cock, thinking of fucking Colin's ... 'OH MY GOD! I just masturbated and came thinking of FUCKING Colin's cock!' Dara shuddered and nearly burst into tears, holding them back for fear of alarming Tony! "I ... I uh ... I um ... laundry ... I tripped and fell." It was the first thing that popped into Dara's mind, other than Colin's cock.

"Oh my! Are you hurt? Let me help you." Tony sounded sincere and Dara was appreciative that he bought her lie.

"No! I ... I um ... I think I'll be all right!" Dara wished she were a turtle, able to shrink back within its shell and hide from the world. However, when Tony bent down and reached out his hand, grasping hers, Dara felt compelled to face her son directly, noting that the heat on her face had dissipated somewhat.

"Here, let me help you up." Tony's grip tightened on her hand as he physically moved her to a seated position, now face to face with each other. Dara took note of an awkward smile on Tony's chiseled face. It was a smile that she hadn't seen on him before. It was almost as if he were smirking, like he knew a secret. It made Dara uneasy so she broke away from his gaze and lowered her eyes. His grip on her had not lessened, and he began to stand, puling Dara with him, to her feet. Still unable and unwilling to look into his eyes, they travelled along his legs and settled upon the obvious bulge within his trousers. She was instantaneously entranced and consumed by the image before her. No matter how hard she wanted to pull her eyes away, she could not. Tony's cock was rock hard, trapped within his jeans. What was thoroughly hypnotizing however, was its size! Much larger and thicker than David's ... larger and thicker than ... Colin's cock! This was impossible!

Dara snatched her hands away from Tony's and covered her eyes, turning her back to her son. "I'm okay, I'm okay ..." she kept repeating herself, unsure if she was trying to convince Tony, or herself. "Laundry ... I've got to do the laundry." Dara managed to squeak out her family duty despite the thoughts running through her brain. She bent over to gather the clothes back into the basket, determined to avoid Tony's gaze.

"Uh ... Mom? Your dress? Might want to fix it!" Tony's words caused her to freeze motionless. 'What did he say? My dress?' Dara stood upright once again and smoothed her hand down the sides of her dress, only to find that it had remained bunched up around her waist while she had been masturbating. Tony had seen her naked pussy and ass! 'That's why he had that weird smirk on his face!' Dara was doubly embarrassed, her whole world was crumbling around her. She needed to escape the madness, feeling like she was trapped in a room with no doors. "I ... I ... I um ... So sorry," she stuttered as she grabbed the basket and disappeared into the laundry room, tears running anew down her burning cheeks!

Dara closed the door behind her, something she never did before, and slumped against it, slowly sliding down to the floor with her back pressed against the door. No one could see her like this! No one should see her like this! This was like a horror movie, waiting for the stalker to appear from the shadows. She wanted to scream, to alert someone! But who? Who could she tell what was happening to her? Who could she trust? Would they even believe her? If she told anyone, they would merely call her a 'SLUT'! "God damnit!" Dara cursed as her body erupted with a series of tremors more intense than before.

It took several long agonizing minutes for Dara to settle down. Her sobbing tears had subsided, and her breathing was slowly returning to normal. Her brain was fried and she couldn't think straight. Images were the only thing that filled Dara's brain. Images of Colin, images of Colin's cock, images of of David, images of David's ass, images of David's cock, images of Tony, images of Tony's cock! It felt as if someone were flipping through a rolodex of these images, each one flashing before her eyes for less than a millisecond. She couldn't focus on any one picture, just barely registering what it was before the next one appeared. Dara closed her eyes, wishing the images away, wishing the torment would stop.

Then it stopped! Everything stopped. Dara listened through the closed door and heard nothing. She cracked the door ajar, ever so slightly and saw nothing. Opening it a bit further, she stuck her head outside and saw the office door once again closed, the yellow light peering out from beneath. She faintly heard the tapping sound of the keyboard once again, and quickly shut her door, not wanting to fall prey to that again.

Gathering up all the strength she could muster, Dara rose to her feet, separated the laundry into two piles. She poured the soap and fabric softener into their respective containers and then loaded the colored fabrics into the washer. Just as she was about to close the door. she heard it again! 'SNAP!' The broken tree branch that echoed through her head, froze her in her spot yet again!