Muscle Mom
By TomK, tomkr20@yahoo.com
Strong mom teases her son and gives daddy a hard time.



"Could you pass the salt. please." Alfred Green barely lifted his eyes
from his supper. Donna, his wife, pushed the salt cellar across the
table.
	"You shouldn't use so much salt." She took a drink of water. "It's bad
or your blood pressure, you know that." she added mechanically. They
continued eating in silence. Alfreds eyes wandered to the third place
set at the table. Their son, Nick, was late again.
	They were sort of an odd couple. Donna really was something. And
please excuse the details, because Donna was a woman who deserved to be
described in detail. At six feet two, she stood six inches taller than
her husband. She had her dark hair done short, framing a strong
beautiful face, with a wide generous mouth, a prominent nose flanked by
lovely blue eyes that would sparkle when she laughed, and shoot
lightning when she was mad. She was a big voluptuous woman, her
shoulders and hips wide, with giant yet firm breasts and a big round
butt. Her legs were long and lovely, with big powerful thighs and
calves. She was not at all fat. Her waist was trim, her arms and legs
toned and muscular, her feet small. Her skin was smooth and creamy;
looking at her you would never guess that she had recently celebrated
her fortieth birthday. In contrast, there wasn't much to say about her
husband. He was thin, his back hunched, most of the hair gone from his
head, and a pronounced paunch.
	"I met Barbara at the gym today." Donna said out of the blue. She
enjoyed a hard work-out after spending a leisurely morning in the sun by
the pool. Alfred grunted. He didn't really approve of her going to the
gym so much. Lately she had been going almost every day, and that cost a
lot of money. In addition, he thought he detected a more agressive,
assertive tone from her lately, and Alfred certaintly didn't like
that."She is divorcing Bob, said she couldn't stand the sight of him any
more. A good riddance, and none too soon, I say."
	"Well, I don't know..." Alfred mumbled noncomittantly. He didn't like
Barbara and Bob much, really. He thought they were a bit crude. He
thought Barbara was a nagging bitch, and had always sort of sympathised
with Bob who had to put up with her, but he didn't say as much.
	"What? You don't think she's better off without that lazy slob?" Donna
wouldn't let him get away with that. "He wasn't much in bed either, she
tells me." Donna stared belligrently at her husband. Come to think of
it, her Alfred wasn't too hot in that department either. Guessing at her
thoughts, Alfred tried to steer the conversation into safer waters.
	"That bastard Logan got the position in finance I told you about."
Alfred anounced, hoping for a bit of sympathy. "That damn uncle of yours
can't get anything right, promoting a jackass like that." Donnas eyes
flared. She hit the table with a flat hand.
	"Well, Alfred Green, that "damn" uncle of mine happens to be the one
who signs your paycheck every month. He is also the one who gave you a
job when nobody else would hire you, even though you were less qualified
than the other candidates! And you better think of that, before you
start putting my relatives down!" This was a recurring theme with them.
Donna had inherited the house and a sizable lump of money when her
parents died, and had insisted on keeping their economies separate. She
even had arranged with her uncle to have Alfreds salary paid to her
account, because, as she said, Alfred had no head for money anyway. This
was one of Alfreds perpetual grieviances.
	"But, but..." Alfred spluttered, shocked by Donnas agressiveness.
	"And what's more, had you been anything close to a real man you would
have made damn sure you got that promotion instead of that stupid Logan.
He may be a clown, but at least he's got balls. Let's face it Alfred,
you're a loser!"
	Alfred couldn't find anything to say to that. He just mumbled
something to his dinner plate and looked hurt. This was a new Donna to
him, one he didn't know how to cope with. After a few minutes, Donna
apparently had finished with that subject, as she started telling Alfred
about her workout at the gym, going into detailed descriptions of
excercises and musclegroups. Donna wasn't exactly a bodybuilder, but she
was proud of her body and how she looked, and her exceptional strength.
	Alfred looked at the third place at the table for the umpteenth time,
rising annoyance creasing his narrow forehead.
	"Where's Nick anyway?" He asked rhetorically. "Why can't he be more
punctual? I have told him time and time again he has to be home at the
appointed time."
	"Come on, give him some slack. He's sixteen and it's not that easy
being a teenager these days." There was the beginnings of a strident
tone to her voice.
	"Well, he has a watch, hasn't he?" He was about to go on. but saw the
storm gathering in his wifes face and hesitated. At that moment they
heard the slam of the front door, and a moment later Nick entered the
room and sat down at the table. He was a good looking kid, taking more
after his mother than his father. He was already three inches taller
than his father, and wider across the shoulders.
	"Wash your hands first, and where the hell have you been? You were
supposed to be home half an hour ago!" Alfred started nagging at him at
once. Nick glared resentfully at his father. For as long as Nick could
remember his father had been continuously pestering and nagging him,
gradually eroding an already fragile relationship. Nick turned and
looked at his mother. She saw the anger and resentment building in his
eyes. Her strong motherly instincts kicked in.
	"Alfred! For gods sake stop nagging. The poor boy has had quite enough
of that. Let him sit down and eat his dinner and let's have some peace."
She reached out to her son and squeezed his arm. "Just go on dear, have
some supper. Don't mind him. He's just being bloody-minded as usual."
She looked angrily at Alfred, who just muttered to himself and left the
table.

After dinner all three were in the living room. Nick was watching TV on
the couch beside his mother, Alfred sitting across the room reading a
newspaper. Without thinking, Nick put his feet on the table. Of course
this didn't pass with his father.
	"Nick, get your feet off the table!"
	Donna exploded.
	"Didn't you hear me? I said enough with the nagging and whining!" In
three strides she was across the floor, towering menacingly over her
husband. With sickening ease, she picked him up from his chair and shook
him like a rag doll. With a final shove she flung him to the floor. He
just sat staring up at her, confusion and embarassment written all over
his face. She remained standing over him, glaring.
	"Is that clear enough for you? Jerk!" With a hard kick to his butt she
returned to the couch sitting down beside her son.
	Alfred clambered back in his chair, embarrassed and sulking, and tried
to hide behind his paper. Nick stared at his mother, eyeing her from top
to toe as she returned to the couch. He was deeply impressed, very much
so. This certainly was a new side to her he had never seen before. He
thought he saw a small satisfied smile on her lips. He secretly let his
eyes travel down her body as she sat watching the TV. Nick hadn't really
noticed it before, but his mother was in fact, despite her housewifey
clothes, an incredibly sexy woman. He couldn't help looking at her giant
breasts and muscular thighs as she sat, her legs crossed, beside him. He
knew it was wrong to think of his own mother in this way, but when he
saw her just picking up his father with such ease, saw her back muscles
rippling, her arms bulging, it did something to him. She looked so
magnificent as she stood there shaking with rage, so powerful with the
muscles of her arms and legs rippling, so incredibly sexy he had gotten
an instant erection.
	Donna sensed Nick looking at her. "He's looking at my thighs" she
thought in puzzlement. He shouldn't look at his mother like that, she
thought, but she didn't say anything. It did feel sort of nice too, in a
naughty way, like he was paying her a compliment. Nick said a hasty
goodnight to his parents. He needed to get to his room as soon as
possible. He tried to hide the tented front of his jeans as he got up,
but Donna noticed. Hmm, the boy must really be hung, judging by the size
of the bulge in his pants, she noted. Hmm.
	Humming under her breath, Donna went to the kitchen. She felt good
about herself. Roughing up her wimpy husband had also been nice. She
decided she wouldn't tolerate any more of his whining. For years, she
had put up with his constant sourness and grumpiness, his constant
whining about how everybody else were stupid. She had seen how he
harrassed and pestered Nick. She had accepted his lousy performance in
bed. And for what? Being respected in the community? Keeping up
appearances? Being a good mother and housewife for her neighbors?
No, no, no, this was all so wrong. From now on, she wouldn't take any
shit more from that whining hypocrite.
	Those thoughts returned to her later that night, as she lay in bed,
staring at the ceiling. She had been somewhat aroused and had commanded
Alfred to fuck her. His performance had been predictably dismal, leaving
her tense and frustrated next to the snoring Alfred. She had let him
know in no uncertain terms what she thought of his abilities. Alfred had
been worried that Nick might hear her and tried to calm her down, but
she had only shouted louder. She wondered what she could do. The image
of her son ogling her body, and hurrying out of the room with an obvious
erection in his pants, played across the back of her mind, but she
pushed it away, she would not allow herself to even think the thought.
But still...

The next morning was Saturday and they had breakfast together. Alfred
hardly dared to look at his wife, afraid to provoke her again. He was
also glancing sideways at Nick, wondering if he had heard Donna's abuse
through the wall last night. With the things she had called him, he had
never been so humiliated in his life.
	In fact, Nick had heard every word, every sound from his parents
fucking in the next room. He had lain in bed stroking his cock,
forbidden images of his mother running across his mind, trying to
picture what she looked like right then, naked in bed, fucking her
husband. Hearing her ridiculing his father, calling him a wimp and a
sissy, added a further thrill to his fantasies, making him come in the
most powerful climax of his life. Now, looking at his mother at the
kitchen counter, he couldn't help following her with his eyes as she
moved.
	Donna felt Nick's look, thrilled by the fact that she could have that
effect on a young man, even though he was her own son. She had dressed
carefully this morning, choosing a shorter and tighter skirt than usual,
one that ended at least four inches above her knees. Dispensing with her
usual pantyhose, and with the high heels, her magnificent legs were
really on display. The sweater, with a plunging neckline, revealed an
ample amount of cleavage. Nick, confused and embarassed by his thoughts
about his mother, escaped upstairs to his room, deep in thought.
	Today they were all going to the mall. Donna was driving as usual,
Alfred in the passenger seat and Nick in the rear. Alfred did have a
driver's licence, but whenever they went somewhere together, Donna did
the driving. Alfred wanted to buy some new gardening tools, but Donna
reminded him not to spend too much, thereby also reminding him of his
economic dependence on her.
	"Well, you remember what I told you. It's nice to have you pottering
around the garden, but don't buy anything expensive, you know you can't
afford that." Alfred wanted to protest but didn't. He knew he wouldn't
win an argument.
	"I think I'll buy a new bikini today. The old ones are so drab and
unfashionable. You must both come and help me decide." So that was
decided. She dragged an unwilling and muttering Alfred and a grinning
Nick along to a nice little boutique and spent what seemed like an hour
selecting which ones to try on. Alfred became more and more restless,
while Nick secretly enjoyed watching his torment. At last Donna had
decided on three she wanted to try on and disappeared into a cubicle,
Alfred and Nick hanging round outside, the salesgirl hovering nearby.
They could hear the rustling of Donnas clothes as she changed. Suddenly
the curtain was ripped aside.
	"So, honey, what do you think?" she said looking at Nick. Nick could
only stare, open-mouthed, for a while. She was a revelation, a goddess,
a vision of perfection suddenly sprung to life. Alfred, however, had a
different reaction. He was scandalized that she showed herself outside
the changing room and raised his voice in protest.
	"Donna, what the..., get back in there again, everybody can see you!"
he spluttered. "How can you let yourself be seen in something like
that?"
	"But I didn't ask what you thought, Alfred, I asked Nick." Alfred
blushed furiously, humiliated in front of the salesgirl. Donna turned to
Nick and struck a model pose. "Well, what do you think?" Nick finally
found his tongue.
	"You're beautiful, mom!" he said, his eyes almost bulging. Donna
almost laughed.
	"Why, thank you darling, but what about the bikini, does it look good
on me? Is it too revealing?" she asked, looking only at Nick. "And what
about the back, is it too small?" She turned and bent at the waist,
looking over her shoulder at Nick. She knew she shouldn't tease him like
this, but she just couldn't resist it. Nick was really ogling her now,
staring at her ass and her thighs so lavishly presnted before him. The
bikini was a thong, with just a thin strip of material disappearing
between her luscious buttocks.
	"Uhm, it's..., no, mom, I mean no, it's not too small. It's
wonderful..." Nick's voice trailed off as he continued to stare.
	"Thank you, darling, I knew I could count on you for an expert
opinion" Donna laughed happily. Alfred fretted, getting more and more
upset with her immodest display.
	"For gods sake Donna! Put something on! You're embarrassing Nick and
me with this blatant display!" he fumed.
	"Oh, I thought Nick at least rather liked it." She turned to the
salesgirl.
	"Don't mind my husband here, when it comes to bikinis, I need the
opinion of a real man," she said, gripping Nicks arm, the salesgirl
sniggering discreetly. Donna looked at Nick and smiled as she noted the
bulge in his crotch. "I guess you liked that one, darling, but bear with
me a moment, I have more bikinis to try on and you are the expert around
here, Nick." She looked directly into his eyes before turning back to
the cubicle, adding as she went: "And by the way, you can close your
mouth now."
	Donna tried on two more bikinis, a yellow one and red one, each one
more revealing, then finally decided to buy all three.

On the way home Donna was in a good mood, humming to herself as she
speeded through the traffic. Suddenly a car swerved over right in front
of them and Donna had to stomp the break pedal to avoid collision.
Alfred was outraged.
	"Donna! Be careful and mind you're driving, didn't you see him
coming?" Donna shot him a glance, her eyes shooting lightning, then
blinked and pulled over. When the car stopped she turned to Alfred.
	"Ok, out! You can ride in the back and Nick up front. If there's one
thing I hate it's comments about my driving. Go on, get out!" But Alfred
refused to budge.
	"I sit where I want. You can't just order me around!"
	"We'll see about that." In a second she was out of the car, round to
the passenger side and flung the door open. She grabbed Alfred by the
neck and dragged him out of the car.
	"Nick, you get in the front, we'll put this jerk in back." Nick obeyed
and clambered into the front seat immediately, and Donna stuffed the
protesting Alfred into the back. Donna got into the car again and soon
they were back on the road, with Donna humming to herself and a subdued
and embarassed Alfred in the back.
	As she drove, Donna's skirt rode up her legs, showing more and more of
her muscular thighs to Nick, sitting mesmerized next to her. Donna
noticed Nick looking at her. She smiled a wicked little smile.
	"Do you like looking at mummy's thighs, darling, or is it my tits
you're staring at?" she asked suddenly. Nick was thunderstruck, as if
caught redhanded at something forbidden.
	"Yes mum, I - I mean, no mum! No!"
	"What? You don't like looking at mummy's thighs? Is there something
wrong with them?" she asked in mock consternation. Brushing her hand up
her right thigh, she glanced sideways at Nick, the hem of her skirt
riding up to the top of her magnificent legs.
	"No, mum, of course not!"
	"So you do like to look at your mummy's big thighs, then?" Donna had
to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She stroked her bare thigh with
her hand.
	"Come on, tell me. What were you staring at, you naughty boy? Was it
mummy's big tits or was it mummy's big thighs?"
	"B - both, it was both." Nick stammered, his eyes downcast. She
reached over and shook his leg gently.
	"Oh poor baby. is mummy being bad to her little boy? Sorry, Nick I was
only teasing. But you looked so lost in thought I couldn't resist the
temptation."
	"That's alright, mom. I know it's wrong to stare, but you're just
so..."
	"Sexy?" She burst out laughing. "No, sorry, only kidding!"
	"But you are! I mean it!"
	"Why, thank you. I like that."
	In the back seat Alfred rolled his eyes in shocked disbelief, but for
once he kept silent.

At dinner Nick was late again. When he finally came in, Alfred
automatically started to nag. Donna would have none of it. Infuriated,
she turned to Alfred and gave him a solid smack in the face. Alfred
clutched his stinging cheek, looking with horror and schock at his wife.
The humiliation he felt at being slapped in the face by his wife in
front of his son made his face turn crimson. Not knowing what to do, he
got up on shaky legs and left the room. With a brief glance at Nick,
Donna resumed eating. Nick thought he saw a smug smile briefly touch his
mother's lips.
	Donna wondered at her own feelings. She felt a thrill when she slapped
her husbands face, a warm glow when she saw the humiliation on his face.
And having Nick witness the scene added further to the thrill.
	"Thanks mom, for standing up for me." He reached across the table and
touched her forearm. "You know, mom, you are quite a woman." She looked
over at him, questioningly. "I mean, you're so good looking, but your
clothes are always hiding you away."
	"Why, thank you, Nick. Did you mean what you said today, about me
being sexy?" Donna smiled teasingly at Nick, but he stood his ground.
	"Yes I did, mom. Your legs are amazing, and your upper body is
stunning."
	"My upper body? You mean my tits?" Smiling, she hefted her magnificent
tits, one in each hand. "You mean these?" Nick blushed at her
directness, but nodded.
	At that moment Alfred reentered the room. The sight of his wife
presenting her big tits to their son was more than he could take. He
should have known better, but he felt had to put a stop to this.
	"Donna, what the hell are you doing? Exposing yourself in front of
your son? What the hell is going on here?" He strode across the room and
started tugging at Donnas arm. She pushed him away.
	"Alfred, don't make a nuisance of yourself again. Can't you see I'm
talking to Nick." she said, barely repressed anger in every word. Alfred
didn't heed the warning signals and kept coming back, trying to drag her
from the room. At last, Donna lost her temper. She pushed Alfred to the
floor and, when he tried to get up, stepped over him and sat down on his
chest, locking him between her thighs. She slapped his face repeatedly
while she yelled at him. She called him a wimp and a loser and told him
what she thought of his pathetic dick.
	While she sat there, she squeezed him with her massive thighs,
grinding back and forth in her agitation. Her skirt got pushed higher
and higher revealing her powerful legs to Nick, who sat wide-eyed on the
couch.
	Donna got quite worked up. She ridiculed Alfred for his inability to
satisfy her sexually, calling him a loser and a wimp. She started
grinding her pantied pussy on his face. All this agitation was making
her very horny. She reached a massive orgasm.
	Donna sat on the floor regaining her breath. She was braced on stiff
arms on the floor behind her, her giant tits pushed out, her powerful
legs spread wide in front of her. She made no attempt at straightening
her skirt which was riding high on her thighs. She looked around for
Nick, but he was just leaving, hoping his parents wouldn't notice his
erection. But Donna noted with a thrill the massive boner tenting his
jeans. She smiled. "I think he liked that" she mused to herself.
	Nick took the stairs two at a time. He couldn't wait to get to his
room and start masturbating. His mind was filled with the powerful
images of his mother grinding herself to orgasm on his fathers face.


When Donna got up the next morning she was in an exuberant mood. She
decided that she wanted to dress nicely for her son. She browsed her
wardrobe for a while, finally deciding on a short black skirt, high
heels and a clinging yellow blouse which exposed a lot of cleavage. The
skirt was from way back, and she got a bit of satisfaction from the fact
that she could still get the zipper up all the way. She decided against
pantyhose. She liked her legs bare. She looked in the full mirror on the
wall and was satisfied. Her massive tits were displayed to full effect,
and the hip-hugging skirt reached only halfway down her muscular
thighs. She slipped on her nicest black high heels and with a secretive
smile she turned and went down to the kitchen to start breakfast.
	Nick came down and sat at the kitchen table. After sleepily greeting
his mom his eyes opened wide, marvelling at the sight before him. He
fell silent, just let his eyes follow his mother as she moved around the
kitchen. With gradually awakening interest he noted her powerful sexy
calves and thighs, her incredible ass and abundant tits. She moved about
a lot, stretching up to get things from the shelves, bending down at the
waist, getting things from the cupboards, exposing her legs almost up to
her black panties. Donna could feel Nicks eyes on her all the time. It
felt good. Getting all that attention felt very good, even if it was her
own son sitting there, eyeing her with ever growing interest.
	"You look nice today, mom. You should wear clothes like that more
often." Nick let his eyes wander appreciatively over her body.
	"Why, thank you, darling. Since you say so, I think I will."  Donna
said as she turned to face him. She struck a model pose with one leg in
front of the other and looked down over her ample body. "It feels so
good for a woman to get compliments from her son. Come here and give
your mummy a hug." Nick rose slowly, embarrassed by the rather obvious
hard-on packing his jeans. They embraced and hugged, Donna pressing her
tits into Nicks chest. He tried to keep his boner from pressing against
his mother, but she didn't seem to mind. Alfred came into the room,
looking with some surprise at his wife and son.
	"Is the coffee ready?" He sat down eying them suspiciously.
	"It's on the stove." Donna said as she followed Nick to the door. Nick
turned to give his mother a peck on the cheek, but she turned her head
so it landed on her mouth instead. He gave her a surprised look before
he turned and ran out the door.
	"What's with all the hugging?" he asked sourly.
	"It's just that I happen to love and support my son, which is more
than you seem to do lately. You didn't even say goodmornig to him."
	All day at school Nick couldn't stop thinking about his mother, about
her big sexy body. He kept looking at the hottest girls in his class and
had to wonder, because those girls suddenly didn't look quite so hot
anymore. Compared to his mother they were nothing, just small skinny
bitches. He had never seen his mother like that morning, showing off her
legs and ass, and seemingly in the worlds best mood. Thinking back on
it, was she actually flirting with him, her own son. No, that's not
possible. That's crazy! Or is it...?


Donna decided she needed a lazy afternoon in the sun, so she put on the
new yellow bikini she bought the other day, grabbed a book and got
installed on the sundeck. Idly thinking about the previous day, she
began to wonder. She had felt a strange new excitement when she got so
rough with her husband. She had actually been aroused by slapping him
around like that. And Nick, by the look on his face, and the big lump in
his pants, it looked like he had become excited too. And this morning,
with her brazen display, he looked more than a little interested.
	When Nick came home from school, he saw his mother lying out on the
sundeck. Once again, as he stood in the garden doorway, he was struck by
how sexy she looked. Her yellow bikini top bravely attempted to cover
the lower half of her magnificent breasts, leaving the rest of her tits
naked and exposed. His eyes traced down her magnificent body, over her
trim stomach, to her bikini bottoms which barely contained her
pronounced vulva, the strings high on her hips. From there on down her
fantastic legs, was pure heaven. Those big muscular thighs, the dimpled
knees, the powerfully muscled calves, pure heaven. Watching his
mother like this gave Nick a raging hard-on, which he had to somehow
subdue before he faced her by the pool. He thought about glaciers and
ice cubes while he quickly changed to his swimsuit, and managed to be
almost presentable before he went down and joined her. Donna greeted
him, a big smile lighting up her face.
	"Hi, darling. How was your day?" She sat up and looked up at him.
"Come here, darling, and give your mummy a kiss." Nick bent down and
kissed her on her lips. He felt his cock give a lurk in his swimsuit.
Quickly he turned, throwing his towel on a sunchair, and dived into the
pool. Donna watched him swimming for a while, then stretched out again.
She felt good, real good.
	Nick had to swim for at least ten minutes before he dared get out of
the water. Eventually he climbed out, dried himself and stretched out on
the recliner.
	After a while Donna propped herself up on an elbow and turned to her
son.
	"Are you doing anything tonight, honey?"
	"Yeah, I sort of have this date with Jennie, we're going to catch a
movie or something."
	"Oh, couldn't you stay at home tonight? It's so much more fun when you
are home, darling." Donna smiled at Nick, her hand idly stroking her
thigh. Nick's gaze followed her hand as if mesmerized.
	"I don't know, mom, Jennie will be pretty mad if I stand her up
tonight." Nick eyed his mother doubtfully. On the one hand he would like
to see his girlfiend, but on the other, being together with his mom
these last couple of days had been very exciting. The glint in her eyes
looked like she was up to something. She smiled secretively.
	"It might be fun, you know."
	"You mean... like yesterday?" Nick became a little short of breath.
Donna
only smiled and handed him the cordless phone.
	"Why don't you just call your little friend and cancel the date for
tonight, then we'll see what happens." Nick took the phone, and after
the briefest hesitation made the call. Nick's date didn't like being
stood up one bit, and she told him so in no uncertain terms, ending the
conversation by telling him he need never call her again. Nick looked
thoughtfully at the phone as he put it down.
	"I'm sorry baby, did your mummy cause your little girlfriend to break
up with you?" she chided. She was actually sorry for him, but she just
couldn't resist the temptation. She rose and petted his cheek. "I guess
your mummy will have to make it up to you then." Leaving Nick staring
after her, she went in to start dinner, adding an extra sway to her hips
for his benefit.
	When Alfred came home she was still in her bikini, setting the kitchen
table for three. He frowned at her frivolous clothing, and was further
outraged when both she and Nick sat down to dinner in their swimwear.
But for once, he had the sense not to start an argument.
	As they ate their dinner, Donna and Nick did most of the talking.
Afterwards, they did the dishes together. Alfred sat in the living room,
reading the paper, suspiciously listening to their whispers and bursts
of laughter.
	When they came into the living room they sat down in the sofa. Nick
turned on the TV. Donna was being very affectionate with her son,
hugging him and touching his arm or leg at every opportunity. Nick was a
bit apprehensive, because all the touching was getting to him, causing
his cock to stir in his trunks. But nevertheless he really liked it, he
even reciprocated, copping a feel of his mothers muscular arm or thigh.
Eventually, this behavior made Alfred flustered and annoyed.
	"I don't know what's got into you lately, Donna. For the sake of
decency, put some clothes on before anybody sees you." Donna and Nick
looked at him, turned to look at each other, then burst out laughing.
They just carried on, horsing around, tickling and playing with each
other.
	"Donna, Nick, for gods sake stop making fools of yourselves." Alfreds
voice was petulant. He watched them over his paper, disapproval written
all over his face.
	"You're carrying on like children. Running around dressed in I don't
know what. What would the neighbors think."
	"Oh shut up. We're only having some fun for a change" Donna only
paused briefly before launching another attack on her son, tickling him
mercilessly.
	"But you're not even decently dressed in front of your own son. I want
some peace so I can read my paper."
	"Come on, dad, it's not like we're bothering you or anything." Nick
chimed in, glaring at his father. "You're always nagging me and mom, why
don't you just fuck off and give us some room to breathe?" Alfred stared
at his son, speechless for a moment. Donna felt a rush of pride in her
son for speaking up.
	"Nicholas Green, I will not tolerate that kind of language spoken in
my home. You will appologize at once." Alfred spluttered.
	"That's quite enough from you, wimp." Donna was furious. "I've had it
up to here with your whining." She walked right over to him and hit him
in the face. He got up and tried feebly to hit back, but Donna punched
him in the gut. He fell to the floor. Donna went up to him, glaring down
at him her hands on her hips.
	"You miserable little loser." she spat. Suddenly she stepped over him
and squatted on his chest, her powerful thighs squeezing him hard. She
slapped his face again, a quick left right in succession. Seeing all
this, Nick felt a powerful erection growing in his pants. He got up in a
hurry and started for the door. Donna saw this. "Nick, stay where you
are." she snapped. "I know you want to see this." He stopped, not daring
to disobey his mother, and sat down again in the sofa. He had to hold
both hands in front of himself to hide the raging boner in his trunks.
Donna turned back to the task at hand. When she started slapping her
husband again she could hear Nick mumbling "yeah, yeah" under his
breath. Alfred howled in pain. He squirmed under her weight, trying to
get away from her. She grabbed his arms and locked them to his sides
with her muscular thighs.
	"Hit him again, mom!" Nick croaked.
	She looked over and saw him rubbing his cock through his swimsuit, his
face flushed and excited. She looked again at his tented swimsuit. "That
thing must be huge." she thought. She felt a tingling thrill as she
realised that her son was as turned on by this as herself. That he was
turned on by watching her. She grinned and took another swing at her
husband. He wailed in pain. She grinded her soaking pussy against his
chest while she repeatedly slapped his face and punched his stomach and
chest. Nick was constantly egging her on, telling her to hit his father
again and again. Donna got more and more worked up. She couldn't
hold back anymore and started to massage her big straining tits. Her
bikini top was getting in the way, so with one powerful jerk she ripped
it from her chest, revealing her giant tits in all their glory.
	Nick couldn't hold back anymore, he needed to masturbate. He jerked
his swimsuit down and started jacking his massive boner. Donna saw this
and knew she had to feel it, to taste it.
	"Bring that big cock over here, darling. Let your mummy take care of
that for her baby". Nick hesitated, he felt a bit awkward, revealing his
lust to his mother, but Donna would have no nonsense. "I said get that
big cock over here this instant or you get the same treatment as this
twerp!" she said, giving his father another round of slaps and punches.
Nick came forward, lust and still mounting desire winning over his
shyness, his cock leading the way. She grabbed his hip with one hand and
his rock hard boner with the other, thrilling at its size and its
hardness. She looked up into his face as she swallowed his rod. She
was so frenzied with desire she sucked him right down her throat, until
her lips encircled the base of his cock, his balls slapping her chin.
She immediately started bobbing her head, fucking her face on his cock,
with Nick thrusting in counterpoint. Donna kept rubbing her cunt on
Alfreds face while she sucked her son, building to a mindshattering
climax. As Nick started spurting load after load of cream in her mouth,
the orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks.
	Nick sank to his knees in front of his mother. They embraced tightly,
pressing against each other, and kissed deeply in a frenzy, their
tongues entwining and exploring and probing. Nicks hands were all over
her voluptuous body, mauling her giant tits, stroking over her broad
back down to her juicy butt, kneading her full asscheeks, then stroking
down the outside of those wonderful thighs and up along the inside,
drawn to her fiery cunt. Nick was really going crazy, just the feel of
her soft skin as he fondled, gripped and groped her was more than he
could handle.
	Likewise, her hands explored his youthful body, delighting in his
strength, before they converged on his massive prick. They fell to the
floor, tumbling around while kissing and groping. With some assistance
from Donna, Nick managed to shove her bikini bottoms down her legs so
she could kick it off.
	Nick guided his massive boner to the the entrance of his mothers cunt,
and with one forceful thrust he shoved it into her. Pausing a second to
revel in the glorious feeling of having his cock buried in the warm and
wet depths of his mothers cunt, he drew back and plunged in again,
slowly building to a steady rythm.
	"Ohhhhh, so goood, so fucking good. Oh Nick, it feels so good, you're
fucking me, you're fucking your own mother." Donna moaned and gasped.
Nick could feel the wet walls of her pussy contract and grip his cock,
adding wonderful friction to his thrusting.
	"Yeah, mom, I'm finally fucking my mother, my own sexy mom."
	"Harder Nick, harderrrrrrr!" she yelled. "Ohhhhhh, so good, son, my
son is fucking me so good. Your big cock really stretches my cunt,
Nick." Donna enveloped her son with her powerful thighs and calves,
lcoked to the rythm of his thrusting cock.
	Nick was fucking the woman of his dreams, his mother. He could feel
that familiar feeling building in his body, he knew he couldn't last
long. This was just too wild, he was actually fucking his own mother,
his own mother, who was the sexiest woman in the world, who was on the
floor beneath him, taking his cock and building towards a giant release.
	Alfred lay a few feet from them on the floor, dazed and bewildred. He
registered the noise, the moaning and screaming from his wife and son,
but didn't understand the meaning of these strange sounds. He moved
feebly and groaned, feeling bruised and battered, his face tender. He
looked to his right where the sounds were coming from and saw two bodies
entwined on the floor, writhing and humping. At first he couldn't
comprehend the information his brain was receiving, but suddenly the
penny dropped, his eyes focused and his brain got the message: his wife
and son were fucking each other right there on the floor next to him.
	"Noooo!!" he screamed. Briefly his face showed the multitude of
emotions torturing his mind, outrage, humiliation, betrayal, fear,
before he passed out.


So Donna and her son fucked. And fucked. Then they rested for a minute,
and then they fucked some more. They were insatiable. Donna couldn't
remember how many times she had come, one major orgasm blending into the
next as they fucked and sucked and fucked again.
	Alfred sat stunned in the corner, watching his son fucking his wife.
He felt sick to his stomach, not only from the battering he had received
from his wife, but also from the shocking sight before him. His son was
fucking his wife. Her own son, their own son. He felt betrayed, by his
wife and his son. Watching them fuck and suck right in front of him, he
felt his cock rising in his pants, adding further to his sense of
betrayal. Even his own body betrayed him. Disgusted with himself, he
started rubbing the tiny bulge in his pants.


After a series of mindshattering climaxes, Donna and Nick lay exhausted
on the floor. When they regained their breath, they discovered that
Alfred had actually come in his pants. They looked at each other and
started laughing, doubling his embarassment.
	"Look, the wimp actually came in his pants watching his wife fuck her
son," Donna laughed.
	"What's the matter dad, what kind of pervert are you anyway? Do you
like this?" Nick leaned over and tongue-kissed his mother. "Or this?" He
pushed three of his fingers into his mothers cum-drenched cunt.
	"Ooo, that feels nice, Nick. Come, let's go to the bedroom and really
get comfortable. We'll leave the wimp to his misery." Donna and Nick got
up, completely ignoring Alfred lying dejectedly on the living-room
floor.
	They went up to the master bedroom, not bothering to close the door.
Alfred could soon hear them going at it again. After a while he slowly
dragged himself up the stairs. From the doorway he watched them fucking
in the master bedroom, on his marital bed.
	During a brief rest in their non-stop fucking they saw him standing
there, his small dick in his hand. They laughed and started taunting and
humiliating him further.
	"Hey Nick, look at the pervert. He's wanking his little wiener looking
at his son fucking his wife. Is that twisted or what?" Donna couldn't
stop laughing.
	"Oh, mom, he's just confused after the thrashing you gave him." Nick
turned and gave his mother another big kiss. Donna turned back to
Alfred.
	"Say, Alfred, how do you like your new room?" she asked.
	"New room...?" Alfred stared at her.
	"Yeah, you're moving to Nicks room. From now on, Nick and I will be
sleeping in the master bed, because Nick is my man now, he is the one
that will be fucking me from now on."
	As they turned back to each other, starting another round, Alfred
slowly went down the hall to the next room. He might as well go to bed.
Hopefully sleep would put an end to the worst day of his life.
	Hours later, Alfred lay sleepless in Nicks old room, listening to the
sounds of his wife and son fucking in the master bedroom. The torture,
it seemed, would never stop.


A few days later much had changed in the Green household. For one thing,
it was no longer the Green household. Donna had taken back her maiden
name, Rinaldi, and Nick had done the same. Alfred now slept in the guest
room while Donna and Nick shared the master bedroom.
	One day at dinner, Donna looked over at her husband, who sat
dejectedly at the end of the table, picking at his food. A devilish
glint sparkled in her eyes, a small cruel smile curling her lips.
	"Alfred dear, I've made a decision." Alfred looked up, suspicion and
fear showing in his face. What was she up to now?
	"Since Nick is now my man, my lover, I think it's only fair that he
should wear the wedding ring you are currently wearing. After all, he is
the real man of the house, and the one fucking me." Alfred stared, mouth
agape, at his wife. Was there no end to the humiliations he had to
suffer?
	"Come on, hand it over. Don't take all day" Donnas voice stung like a
whip.
	"But, but it's mine, I..." SMACK! Donna slapped his face hard, very
hard.
	"I mean right now, you wimp." She smacked him again.
	Alfred hurriedly worked the ring off his finger and dropped it on the
table in front of him. Donnas eyes flashed with anger as she rose and
came around the table.
	"No, Alfred, nicely!" She hovered menacingly above him. "You take the
ring and present it to your son and tell him he is my husband in stead
of you."
	"I can't say that Donna, I..." Before he could finish Donna had
grabbed him by the shirt front and lifted him from his chair. She threw
him crashing to the floor and put one foot on his chest to keep him in
place. She reached over and took the ring, bent down, grabbed Alfreds
hand and pressed the ring into it.
	"Now, on your knees. Crawl over to Nick and give him the ring."
	Slowly, painfully, he dragged himself across the kitchen floor and
stopped before Nick.
	"Now, give him the ring and tell him he is my husband instead of you."
	Alfred shakily handed the ring over and mumbled "you are Donnas
husband now". Donna grabbed his ear and twisted it.
	"Louder, I can't hear you."
	"You are now Donnas husband instead of me!" he spluttered at the top
of his voice. Donna flung him to the floor like a discarded rag and
turned to her son. Nick rose to meet her.
	"You may kiss the bride, darling" she said, presenting her puckered
lips to her son. Nick almost laughed as he took his mother into his arms
and kissed her, first a light peck on the lips, and then a deep wet
kiss.
	"You may also fuck her, you know" she added.