Run ... Oooommpff!

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. At most it was only two steps, and she'd be clear of the doorway. If she moved fast enough, she'd only be a blur, not giving Tony much of a view of anything, if he was awake. After that, it was only three more strides to the door of the master bedroom. 'Easy,' she convinced herself.

Dara stepped to the side and away from the wall in preparation to make her bolt. 'Okay, here we go!' Dara took a deep breath and with a quick purposeful stride took the first quickened stride towards her room. Watching her step along the floor, making sure she didn't make the floorboards creak, she was in the midst of her second step, now at the very opening of Tony's room, when suddenly she bumped head first into a solid object unexpectedly. Surprised and off balance, Dara recoiled and fell backwards, landing squarely on her ass with her legs spread askew, her hands bracing her fall behind her so she didn't fall completely backwards onto her back. A tiny shriek managed to escape her lungs as she tried to figure out what went wrong with her plan.

Confused and dazed, Dara focused her eyes towards the object she had unknowingly run headfirst into. To her shock and horror, they focused on a pair of bare, strong muscular legs, leading all the way up to a pair of white cotton briefs that did absolutely nothing to hide the massive erection contained within. Dara involuntarily stared wide-eyed at the grossly bloated contents bulging from behind the cotton. Her eyes continued to gaze in bewilderment, traveling upwards, tracing the obvious outline of a monster-sized cock. The girth was comparable to a beer bottle, nearly the size of her wrist. If that wasn't impressive enough, Dara gasped as her eyes continued along the length until it was exposed above the elastic waistband, with the nearly tennis ball sized head peaking near his navel. She didn't have to look any further upward, to know whose magnificent cock this belonged to.

Nor, did Dara really want to take her eyes off this blue-ribbon piece of flesh. The exposed flesh was glistening in the otherwise darkened hallway, pulling Dara into a trance as her mouth began to salivate.

'Cock … Taste … Can't get enough …' Dara was being bombarded with so many thoughts, never once being able to rationalize each one. 'Young cock … More … Drink from cock … Satisfy desires … Young cock … Nice cock … Cock … Helpful cock … Need cock …' The constant barrage provided by that little voice prevented the more rational voice any airtime. '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. The fact that she was completely splayed open, naked, covered in Colin's cum before her very own son mattered NONE! What mattered was that there was a young, virile COCK right before her that needed immediate servicing, that could immediately satisfy her current craving.

Like a playful cat, Dara quickly scrambled to her knees before the idyllic member. Without uttering a single sound, Dara quickly reached for the elastic bands at Tony's waist. Gripping tightly, she yanked the cotton briefs down to his ankles, forcing him to step out of them, otherwise topple over. The amazing appendage that she had ogled earlier was now finally fully exposed to her own gaze. No longer would she have to imagine what it looked like, she could now see it in all its glory as it waved proudly in front of her face. Dara grabbed the flagpole at its base with both hands, steadying its movement. She could already feel the massive monster throbbing within her grip and without a moments hesitation began laving her tongue along the delicious dick. Running from the base, along his entire length, Dara drew her tongue, gathering a wonderfully delectable syrupy honey that assaulted her palette. Dara was instantaneously delirious with desire, drawn to this colossal cock like a moth to a flame. The more she licked, the more she wanted that sweet taste flooding her mouth. Making sure to taste every square inch of flesh, Dara licked and suckled as best she could, aiming the cock where needed so she could gain access.

Dara, satisfied she had cleaned the pole of every droplet of the unique nectar she could find, now concentrated at the base, where it seemed most of the concoction had gathered. She continued to lick and suckle the tight sac of crinkled flesh, weighing each heavy testicle on her tongue, She resorted to drawing each orb into her mouth, greedily slurping until the savory taste had dissipated.

Dara had no doubt what she had intended next as she held the immaculately cleaned shaft against her face. With her lips kissing the base, she could feel the large glans slapping her on the forehead. She drew the saber downward to her open orifice and covered the crown with her drooling mouth. She twirled her tongue over the savory tip, dipping into the tiny opening, gathering his intoxicating essence. She pumped the mighty shaft, bringing forth some more of his precious precum. She lovingly tended to his spear as she bobbed, acclimating her jaw to his girth. Little by little, she was able to take more and more of his length into her mouth, his head nestling at the back of her throat, as if it was meant and designed to be there.

Dara was impressed and somewhat scared that Tony's cock was already at the back of her throat, and she still held onto two fistful lengths of his muscle within her grip as she fed herself his magnificent meatstick. She wanted desperately to take him deeper, but feared doing so. Instead, she pumped and stroked his length, keeping what she could in her mouth. Her saliva was drooling in copious rivers from the juncture, long tethers breaking only due to gravity, spilling onto her breasts. Dara was determined to drink from the fabulous faucet and redoubled her efforts to achieve that goal.

A few minutes had passed, which seemed like forever to Dara, before she felt the telltale signs of a pending cannon shot. Tony's cock throbbed mightily within her grip, and within her mouth before the first volley rocketed forth from the tip. With her recent practice, Dara relaxed enough so that the first shot, practically went straight down her clenching esophagus. The intense heat radiated throughout her entire body, causing her own eruption. Unfortunately for Dara, she was so overcome by her own orgasm, that she was unable to concentrate on the seemingly non-ending barrage of thick shots of semen flooding her mouth. Like the saliva earlier, Tony's tasty treat was wasted, spilling from her mouth onto her heaving tits.

It stopped Dara none, ensuring she could swallow whatever she was able to, trying her best to satisfy her unquenchable thirst. She continued suckling and swallowing whatever remnants she could muster before the slowly wilting member was allowed to slip from her mouth.

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. 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, having no other options but to brace herself against his thighs 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 Dara 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 with some assistance from her son, 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 crossed the short distance to her 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 and awkwardly bumping into Tony. She could have wrapped a towel around her and not have exposed herself to Tony, who most likely was getting up to go to the bathroom! She also could have least 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.