Affliction

by LeSade, Baron

  Finally, with his face covered in her juices, he found her clitoris and quickly sucked in into his mouth. Attacking it with his lips, he hungrily ate from the feast his mother had prepared for him.

  As David's tongue teased and tortured her tingling clitoris, she could feel the excitement of an orgasm gathering deep inside the wet heat of her cunt. But she couldn't let herself go and give in to it. She had to save herself. Save herself for the moment of truth. The coup de grace. The telling blow.

  "Oh, Honey, you are too good," she moaned, gently pushing his face away from her slavering cunt. "I'm sorry, but we've got to stop."

  "Why, don't you like it?" he complained, looking up at her.

  "No, you silly boy," she laughed, seeing that his face was covered with her slippery wetness.

  "We just have to save it for tonight."

  "Tonight?"

  "Yes, tonight."

  "But, uh, isn't Dad going to be here tonight?"

  "Oh, yes," she smirked at him, winking, "He will be here."

  "But, how, uh, what?"

  "Things are going to change around here after tonight," she cackled, giving him a gentle shove and watching him topple backward as she hopped to the floor. "But, you'll just have to trust me until then, okay?"

  "I guess so," he said with a puzzled look on his face as he stared up at her from the floor. "I guess I don't have any choice."

  "Nope, you don't," she laughed.

  "Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see..."

  "Just one thing," she said, reaching down to help him up, "Please just do as I say tonight. Without any complaints. Okay."

  "Sure, Mom, sure. Anything you say..."

  ~~~

  Donald arrived home at around six-thirty. As she waited for him in the kitchen, he brushed by her without saying a word and went straight up to his bedroom. Waiting for a few moments, she followed him upstairs. Wearing her old bathrobe to cover what was underneath, she stopped by David's room.

  "Oh, David, you are incorrigible," she laughed, shaking her head. "Honey, supper’s ready."

  "Uh, uh, sure, Mom," he grinned back her from his bed where he lay slowly stroking his big, hard cock.

  "But hurry on down. You don't want to miss the show."

  Laughing to herself, she hurried on down the hall to Donald's room.

  Stopping outside the door, she took a deep bracing breath, feeling her heavy tits tug at her chest, pushed open the door and stepped inside.

  "Supper is ready," she told him.

  "I'm not hungry," he snorted from the bed where he lay reading his paper.

  "Well, I have a surprise for you," she told him, "and I think you had better come down and get it."

  "What?"

  "You'll just have to come down and find out," she said, turning and walking out of the room...

  David was already sitting at the table eating his salad when she stepped across the kitchen and stood at the kitchen sink with her back to the table as she heard Donald shuffle into the room.

  "What," Donald angrily asked. "What is the surprise?"

  "Oh, don't be so huffy," she smiled at him over her shoulder, "just sit down and see."

  "This is ridiculous," he grumbled, plopping down into his chair.

  With that, Gloria reached down and untied the belt of her bathrobe. Taking a deep breath, she shrugged her shoulders and let the robe slither to the floor.

  "My God, Gloria," Donald sputtered, "Have you gone fucking crazy?"

  "What," she innocently grinned, turning around and facing them. "You don't like my little outfit?"

  "David, cover your eyes," Donald growled, rising up out of the chair.

  "Oh, shut up and sit down," she warned him, pointing her little, silver twenty-five caliber pistol at him, "he's seen it before and he appreciates it a lot more than you do."

  Donald dropped back into the chair and glanced over at David. He saw that David had a silly grin on his face and was ogling his mother's provocative costume with obvious appreciation. Turning back to her, he stared at her with eyes as big around as silver dollars.

  "Nice, Mom," David laughed, admiring his mother's abbreviated French maid costume.

  "You really like it?" she asked, slowly turning and letting both of them get an eyeful of the beauty on display.

  "And how," he smirked.

  He had never seen her in this outfit before. She must have bought it expressly for tonight's festivities, David thought as he ogled her.

  She made a beautiful French maid, he thought, with her long, blond hair cascading down around her exotic, heart shaped face. In her hair, she wore a lacy little headpiece of white lace and black ribbon. And around her delicately slender neck was a dainty lace choker made of the same lace and ribbon.

  Her electric blue eyes sparkled with the excitement as she watched his eyes explore her body.

  Then he felt his heart lurch with wicked delight as he feasted his eyes on her large, bare breasts. The big, pendulous melons were being held up by the lace covered underwire of the tiny black corset she wore. The sexy, satin corset ended just above the sexy point of her hips where the four garters stretched down to the tops of the black, fishnet hose. Heavy and ripe, her breasts were wondrous works of art, jiggling softly as she slowly turned.

  Finally dropping his eyes down from her exquisite breasts, he felt his cock lurch again. She wore a white, lace trimmed apron that covered most of her soft, round belly, but it ended just above the triangle of curly, blond hairs covering her soft underbelly. Then David saw that she had shaved the curly patch of hair in such a way that the thick, fleshy lips of her pussy were clearly visible.

  David was so hard, he thought his cock was going to come bursting up through the table as his eyes traveled down the exhilarating swoops and swells of her long, statuesque legs all the way down to her sparkling, black patent leather stiletto heels.

  Beautiful, long, curving legs.

  Then he saw that her arms were covered in soft, sheer white lace. The floral etched glovelets she wore started at her elbows and ended in a tiny loop wrapped around her long, red-tipped middle fingers. Even the little silver toy of a gun she held in her hand looked sexy to David.

  "What in God's name do you think you are doing?" Donald groaned when she finally stopped turning.

  "Oh, I thought you liked to dominate your women," she wickedly smiled, "so I dressed for the occasion."

  "What in the hell are you talking about," he wheezed.

  "Well, I came into the possession of a nice little piece of art this morning," she grinned, slowly walking over to the VCR under the television where they used to watch the evening news while they ate supper.

  David couldn't help admiring the way her big, pendant breasts wiggled and danced as she walked. He didn't know what was going on, but it looked like it was going to be a night to remember.

  But his cock was so hard, it was aching inside the tight confines of his pants.

  Brazenly, he reached down under the table and unzipped his pants. Digging inside his pants, he was finally able to extract his rock-hard prick and free it from the tight confines of his pants.

  "Ahhhhh," he murmured as the pain went away.

  "And you are the star," she cackled at Donald as she flicked the VCR and Television set on.

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  A couple of moments later and they were all looking at the picture of Donald standing in front of the older lady...

  "Oh, No, I, What? How? Oh, My, God..." Donald wheezed, clutching his chest.

  "Chest pains, Dear?" she asked him as she stood watching him grimace in pain.

  "Turn it off, please," he begged her...

  "And he has sent me to help you with your affliction..."

  "What is it Donald, do all women have an 'affliction?’"

  "Gloria, don't..."

  "Shut up and listen to this, you fat slug," she commanded him. "I want your son to see what kind of a man his father is."

  "Yes, through me h
e will send his life cleansing waters..."

  Gloria saw that David had his eyes glued to the screen with a disbelieving smile on his face while Donald sat beside him, white faced and gasping for breath.

  "Can you feel the power of the Lord..."

  "Oh, Yes. Praise the Lord,"

  "Drink from my fountain. Drink the Lord's cleansing waters from my fountain..."

  "Please, Gloria, please, I'll do anything you want, just turn it off," he pleaded with her. "You must anoint my fountain to bring forth the cleansing waters..."

  "Gloria, for Christ's sake, please..."

  "Yes. Yes. Anoint its holiness with your mouth and tongue..."

  "Suc, uh, anoint it, oh yes, anoint it with your sweet loving lips..."

  Gloria saw that David was grinning from ear to ear now as he watched his pious father being fellated by the woman. She also saw that the veins in her husband's neck were bulging out through the fat as he watched his performance. His glistening white forehead was drenched in sweat and it was trickling down his fat jowls, dripping down onto his shirt.

  "Are you prepared to accept the waters?"

  "OhyespraisethelordIwanttodrinkthewaters..."

  "Wow," David laughed as he watched his father's bloated body quiver and shake on the television screen.

  "Aiennnnnnnhhhh! Aiennnnnnnhhhh! Aiennnnnnnhhhh!"

  "Oh, do you feel cleansed?"

  "Well, David, do you feel cleansed?" Gloria laughed, "Or sickened?"

  David laughed with her as Donald bowed his head in shame.

  "I think that the Lord is pleased..."

  "Oh, really" Gloria laughed again, "Pleased by this?"

  "Oh, yes, Praise the Lord..."

  "Oh, yes, verily, I say unto ye," Gloria sarcastically drawled, "Praise the Lord."

  Turning off the VCR, she ejected the cassette and pitched it on the table.

  "Here, Donnie," she snarled at her husband, "I even made a copy for you."

  "What? How many copies are there?"

  "You'll never know, my fat worm," she evilly smiled, "unless you fuck up and piss me off."

  "What are you going to do now?"

  "We, my Dear Donald," she laughed, a touch of madness creeping into her voice, "we are going to have a little orgy."

  "What?" he choked out, looking over at David who leered back at him. "But David..."

  "David, why don't you quit hiding your cock under the table and show your father how grown up you are while you are tying him to his chair..."

  In spite of himself, David felt himself blushing as his mother picked up the coil of rope lying on the counter and sauntered across the room toward him.

  "Stand up, David and show your daddy how big you are..."

  With a psychotic grin on his face, David slowly pushed the chair back and stood up.

  "Oh, No!" Donald groaned when he saw David's big, hard cock jutting out at him. "How could you?" he asked looking up into his son's face.

  "Hey, like father, like son," he leered back at his father as he took the rope from his mother.

  "Hardly, David, Dear," Gloria chirped, wrapping her lace covered hand around his throbbing stiffness. "Daddy Dear, only likes it every two or three weeks and you want it two or three times every night, don’t you Hon?"

  "Yeah, at least," David grinned.

  Donald clutched his chest again as he grasped the meaning of her words.

  "You mean, you mean, that, that, every night..." He muttered in disbelief.

  "Oh, Donnie, don't be such a prude," she laughed, slowly running her hand up and down her son's thick hardness. "Sometimes two or three times before you get home."

  "Oh, Fucking, God," Donald gasped as David eased away from his mother's clutching hand and stepped up to where his father sat. Reaching down, he quickly jerked his father's hands behind his back. Wrapping the rope around his father's fat, pudgy arms, he soon had Donald trussed up in such a way, he could lean back and forward, but he couldn't use his arms or hands...

  Then as David stepped back away from his bound father, Gloria stepped up to the table and with a sweep of her arm, sent all the dishes on the table crashing to the floor.

  "Don't worry about it," she grinned at David, dropping the gun onto the table, "Donnie here will clean up after we are through with him.

  Then with a fiendish cackle, she sat down on the table. Lifting her long, lovely legs up, she scooted back until she was lying in the center of the big, oak table.

  "Now, David, dearest," she smiled, slowly spreading her legs apart, "you can finish the meal you started this afternoon. And Donald, you can take notes," she laughed, "your son knows how to really please a woman."

  Smiling arrogantly, David peeled his T-shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. Then with a flourish, he unsnapped his pants and shucked them down his strong, muscular legs. Standing before his mother and father naked, he leered at his father.

  "Donald, see how nice and trim fucking will keep you," she said, unable to stop herself from breaking out in wicked laughter once again.

  Then as his father watched on in shocked horror, David buried his face in wet muskiness of the oozing gash between his mother's legs. Throwing her head back, she reveled in the feel of her son's tongue and mouth on her pussy while his father looked on in apoplectic rage. As he ate her, David made loud, lewd slurping sounds. Even more noise than he usually made. Probably for his father's benefit, she sickly thought.

  Like a man possessed, David ravaged her cunt. She had never seen him so wild. His tongue felt like a rasp on her clitoris, quickly thrusting her to the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm. But she couldn't give in to it yet, no not yet. She couldn't let an orgasm dull the perversion of the night.

  "OH, Baby, Please," she panted, shoving her son's ravenous mouth from her salivating pussy. "Wait, please."

  "What? Again?" he complained, stumbling back away from her.

  "Don't want to go too fast," she laughed, slowly struggling to sit up, sending her beautiful breasts into a paroxysm of shaking and wiggling convulsions.

  "I want to nibble on your big, hard cock, first," she obscenely grinned, looking over at Donald and slowly circling her tongue around her full, red lips.

  Still sitting on the table with her legs outstretched, she bent down between them and quickly sucked David's young, jutting maleness into her hot, wet mouth.

  "Ahhhhhhhh, Yesssssss, Mommy," David growled as she roughly twirled her tongue around the proud, swollen head of his cock.

  Donald was paralyzed with shock and disgust as his wife sucked off his son right before his eyes. They had no shame. And there was nothing he could do to stop it.

  David watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on his ramrod as she greedily sucked on it. He could feel the gentle tickle of her golden hair tickling his belly and balls as her head bounced up and down. The diabolical wickedness of it all was such a powerful aphrodisiac, he could feel the lake of boiling cum inside his balls getting ready to erupt!

  Gloria sensed it too and suddenly jerked her head up off his cock.

  "Mom," he complained loudly, "Don't stop now!"

  "Why, David, I just thought maybe your father would like to sample some of your cleansing waters..." she leered, turning and looking over at Donald.

  You could have heard a fly sneeze in the deadly silence that filled the room.

  "What..." David muttered, slowly looking over at his father.

  "Oh, No, My, For Heaven's sake," Donald sputtered in disbelief, "You can't do this!"

  "Oh, come now, Donald," she smiled, "that is no way to talk. Why, Davie might think you don't like him. You certainly wouldn't want that now would you?"

  Donald's mouth fell open in disbelief. He couldn't speak. He was paralyzed by fear and disgust. How could this be happening to him? How could the Lord let this happen to him?

  "See there, Davie, Dear, he does want to taste your cleansing waters," she chuckled sickly. "See there, his mouth is open and waiting for his baby's big, hard cock
. So go give Daddy what he wants."

  Donald's face became a mask of terror as his eyes widened in panic. His skin the color of liver—

  With a demonic sneer on his face, David slowly turned toward his father. His evil malignancy jutted out, bobbing softly with each heart beat as it pointed straight at his father.

  Rocking back and forth, Donald's whole body began to shake and shudder as he strained against the ropes holding him in the chair.

  Grinning insolently, David leisurely strolled over in front of his gasping father.

  "Come on, Donnie, dear," Gloria clucked, "don't be a spoil sport. David wants you to suck his cock."

  Donald stopped struggling against the rope as his eyes darted about madly. Like a cornered animal, he searched for an escape from this horrendous humiliation.

  "Maybe, you need to help him," Gloria instructed David. "Maybe he is just too shy to do it by himself."

  "No, please, David," he was finally able to whisper.

  "Why, Dad," he mimicked his father, "Don't you want to drink from my fountain?"

  "Please, don't..."

  "Aw, come on, Dad," he grinned, "try it. Maybe you'll like it," David cackled.

  Gloria watched on with wicked delight as David deliberately reached out and took his father's head between his hands. He seemed to be imitating what he had seen on the film. Holding his father's head just as his father had held the woman's head.

  "No, David, please," he began to blubber as he felt his mouth being drawn down toward his son's pulsating penis.

  "Suck on it, Dad," David said coldly, exerting more muscle power to force his father's mouth down onto his twitching cock.

  Donald fought to keep his head upright, but David was just too strong for him and slowly forced him to lean forward until at last, Donald felt the rubbery hardness of his son's bloated cockhead nudge up against his lips.

  "Open up, Daddy," David growled, twisting his father's ear.

  A sharp, stinging pain sprang from his ear as he felt David twisting it. It hurt too much.

  "Owwnnmmmmmpppfffff," he groaned only to feel his son's cock slip into his mouth when he opened it to complain.

  Gagging, Donald tried to lift his mouth back off his son's huge penis, but David held his head down.