Chapitre 886: BDSM BANDITS
Trevor Winslow felt like he was swimming in quicksand. At least his brain felt that way. He was trying to fight his way through the black void of unconsciousness, and back into the light of day.
But it was night wasn't it? He thought it was night. Yes it was night when he lost consciousness. It was nighttime and the last thing he remembered was..? Was..? He couldn't remember what he had been doing. The veil of darkness was too thick, and though his brain was awake he could not yet connect to the world.
Focus on remembering, he kept telling himself. He knew that he needed to wake up, and felt that he needed to do so urgently, but the reason was not there yet. Almost like trying to put a name you can't remember together with a face that you can't even see. It was maddening. Focus, he chided himself again. What is the last thing you remember?
Friday, it was Friday and I had gone to pick up Mother at her lingerie store because her car was being serviced...
"Hi, Mom, are you almost ready?" Trevor said as he walked into the store.
"You're early, Trevor, its only 8:30. We don't even close for another thirty minutes."
Trevor looked around the store as he walked toward the back register. Along with his mother, Gail, were Sherri and Emma, two college girls who worked part time in his mother's lingerie store. He also noticed two customers in the store, probably a couple based on the way that the man was standing up front looking very uncomfortable, while the woman was busy holding up teddies, camisoles, and lacy peignoirs in front of a mirror.
Trevor knew that he was early, but he enjoyed watching his mother and the girls as they worked around the shop. His mother was tall (5' 10"), thin, and beautifully elegant. She reminded him of Lauren Bacall in Key Largo only with Blonde hair. She wore a black and white pencil dress, with paisley accents, that fit her like a second skin and ended just above her knee. It had a slit up the back that flashed the occasional bit of thigh, and if you looked closely, as Trevor did, you could make out the clasps of her garter belt where they attached to the stockings she wore. With no visible panty or bra lines, Trevor's cock stiffened slightly at the thought that his mother might be naked beneath the dress. He quickly chastised himself and moved further into the store.
Walking to the counter at the rear of the showroom, he took a seat on the small stool beside it, and reflected at just how strong a woman his mother was. Gail Winslow had opened the Lingerie store, with her husband, when Trevor was only 4 years old, and had been running it for fifteen years. When Trevor was thirteen, his father had run off with most of the company's money, and one of the cashiers. In true British fashion, his mother had put on a brave face and stiff upper lip, but he had listened to her cry herself to sleep for months afterward. Once the crying stopped, she had devoted herself to Trevor and the business, and never looked back.
"Oh hell, where have they hit now?" Sherri asked, breaking him from his reverie.
"Where have who, hit now?"
Trevor contemplated the coed, with her bobbed brunette hair, and petite frame. He told her once that she looked like Audrey Hepburn and her only response had been, "Who?" Unfortunately Trevor knew that Sherri was an unabashed lesbian, so no matter what praise he may offer about her exquisitely tight body, it wouldn't get him any closer to seeing that body in all of its glory. He might as well be pining for the moon.
"The bandits" she replied indicating the news report just coming over the radio, "Don't you watch the news?"
Trevor just looked at her blankly, so she picked up a nearby newspaper and began to read aloud from it.
"Late Tuesday night, the Bondage Bandits struck again. This time venturing outside of Georgia for the second time during their 4 month long crime spree, and striking a small hardware store near Piedmont, Alabama. This is the tenth robbery so far that can be attributed to the bandits and authorities seem to have no leads in the case. Other than the bound state in which the victims are left, there seems to be no real pattern to the crimes. The robberies usually take place around closing time for each establishment and the businesses are left looking as if all is normal once the bandits have fled. The one thing that ties all of the crimes together is the way the victims are treated. In every case they have been found stripped naked and tied up, often in sexual positions. The robbers take cash and incidentals, but leave the store looking as if it has merely closed for the night. In several cases, the bandits have even turned on the security alarms before locking up the stores."
"Tied up in sexual positions? What exactly does that mean?"
"Well, I know in one of the robberies there were two men and two women at the store, and they tied them up like they were in the sixty-nine position."
"That could be interesting!"
"They were tied together by gender, and one of them said, 'It doesn't matter whether you are straight or not, but spend 8 hours like that and something is bound to happen."
"What you mean the two guys...?" Emma questioned.
"That is what it sounded like."
"Ew..."
Sherri laughed as the bleach blonde Emma wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought. Emma was a typical Midwestern cheerleader type. High maintenance and built like a frat boy's wet dream: 38D tits, 24 in waist, ass like Fergie, and long, long legs. Sherri and Emma were truly polar opposites, although Sherri's 32C breasts looked just as huge as Emma's, on her petite frame. Although Sherri's bob cut gave her a slightly butch look, she was anything but, Sherri loved women not because she hated men, but because she loved women; their soft flesh, tender touch, their look, their taste, their feel, she loved it all! Emma on the other hand clung to the appearance of a good little religious girl, but she loved the feel of a man between her legs. That being said Emma was no slut, and any man lucky enough to share her bed did so only after proving that he could provide for her properly.
"Ms. Sherri, Ms. Emma, we still have a lot of work to finish tonight, chop, chop." Gail chimed in attempting to restore order.
As the girls scampered back to work, Trevor forced himself to look away since he didn't want to embarrass himself by walking around in front of his mother with a full-fledged hard on rather than just a chubby. His mother had never been prudish about sex, making sure that he was well educated on safety precautions, and how to treat a woman as a lady, but sex was not an everyday topic of conversation with her either. Picking up the paper, he began to read the article to himself from where Sherri had left off.
The FBI has been brought in, now that the Bandits had crossed a second state line. Beginning in Georgia they have also struck just across the border into South Carolina. Police suspect that they live in the Atlanta area and have set up a hotline for anyone with information. Witnesses have described them as being a Caucasian man and woman in their mid to late twenties. Although they are described as polite, they have been violent on several occasions, and they use firearms in the commission of their crimes. They seem to strike small and medium sized businesses where the cash take is not very high, but the number of employees is easy to track.
What does any of this have to do with anything? This doesn't explain why I can't wake up. Focus... How did you end up this way?
Time passed quickly as the three ladies went about preparing to close the store for the evening.
"I'm sorry folks but we are about to lock up, so if you could bring your selections to the counter, it would be greatly appreciated." Gail informed the customers.
When Sherri and Emma had finished straightening out the store and running the vacuum they joined Gail at the register, as the young couple made their way to the back of the store.
"So why do you think they do it? What are they getting out of it?" questioned Sherri.
"What do you mean? Who?" responded Emma?
"You know, the "Bondage Bandits"" making air quotes around her head as she did so, "Why tie people up that way?"
Everyone was now standing around the register as the young lady placed her selections on the counter.
The young man reached into his pocket as he leaned toward Emma.
"We do it because we get off on it of course, and we prefer BDSM Bandits." He said quietly.
Emma looked up quickly as the customer's each produced a handgun and the man told everyone to remain calm and quiet. Gail quickly stepped between the gunmen and her cashiers to protect them. As the man lifted his gun and leveled it at Trevor's mother, he decided to act. Leaping from the stool he dove toward the gunman. With a quick sidestep the gunman was able to avoid Trevor's grab, and brought the pistol down hard on the back of his head.
...well that explains being unconscious, so why can't I wake up?
He felt like he was slowly beginning to crawl out of the black. He still couldn't move, speak, or open his eyes, but he became acutely aware of a sense of warmth along his chest and on the front of his legs, but it was hottest on his semi-hard penis. Suddenly consciousness washed over him, like breaking the water's surface after diving to the bottom of the pool, and he bolted awake.
"Oh Trevor, thank God you are alright." His mother cried out.
Still disoriented, everything was a blur, but his mother's voice seemed to be right in his ear. "Yeah just a bit out of it, are you okay?"
"Yes, baby. Other than an extreme loss of dignity, we are all fine. It was you I was worried about. I thought you might have been dead until..."
"Until what?"
Trevor still could not focus enough to grasp the situation. Where was his mother, anyway? He thought to himself. It sounded like she was below him somewhere.
Picking a spot below him, he stared at it and shook his head until his eyes finally regained their focus. He could see his mother's long blonde hair, and the smooth skin of her back beneath him.
"Oh my god, mother, why are you naked?"
Suddenly Trevor was fully awake and aware of his mother beneath him. He could feel her warm skin pressing against his abdomen and the front of his thighs, meaning that the warmth against his penis was her vagina. His immediate instinct was to rise up and pull away from her, but as he tried he felt a rope tightening around his neck, restraining him. Slumping back forward, while trying not to touch his mother, he tried to take in their situation.
"Mother, what is going on, and where are Sherri and Emma?"
"Over here", a voice cried out from off to his right.
Looking to his right he could see both of the girls. Sherri was lying on her back on the floor, resting on what looked like a pile of soft fabric, and Emma was tied above her. He could see that Emma's knees were tied tightly underneath of Sherri's head, but also tied tightly to Sherri's arms. Following her arms up, Trevor could see that her hands were tied by a rope that ran around Emma's waist, giving it the look that Sherri was hugging the other girl tightly. He had to assume that Emma was tied similarly on the other end, but what really caught his eye was Emma's perfect ass and shaved pussy hovering just inches from Sherri's face. Trevor looked a little too long, and felt his cock begin to rise until it contacted with the smooth cleft of his mother's vagina, only then did he fully comprehend his own situation.
Gail had been tied below him on all fours. They were perched atop an old table in the storage room in the back of his mother's shop. Her hands and knees were tied directly to the table's legs in a crisscrossing pattern that rendered them completely immobile. A small wooden bench, from one of the changing rooms, had been placed beneath her so that she was unable to move down toward the table and could only pivot back a forth slightly. Trevor's hands hand been tied together with a rope that ran below the table. Though it gave him more room to move, he quickly discovered that he could not reach any of the other ropes with either hand. His legs had been tied together with his mother's , her knees resting just outside of his own, and he had a rope tied around his neck that tightened if he tried to raise up too far or move back too far. The rope ran below the table and then connected to his feet on the other end. The result being, that if he struggled too much against it, it would put pressure on the arteries in his neck. Rather than cutting off his breathing, it would restrict the flow of blood to his brain and cause him to pass out again.
"Trevor," his mother spoke, "I realize that you are young and that hormonal reactions are hard to control, but let's do try and be aware of the precarious nature of our situation, and do our best to control those urges."
The prim and proper way that his mother spoke, combined with her accent, made it sound like he was small child being scolded for stealing a cookie, rather than because if his cock was to reach full mast, he would be precariously close to impaling his own mother with it.
"Uh, oh," Sherri teased.
"Trevor's getting a hard on, Trevor's getting a hard on." She continued in the sing-song tempo of a playground child.
"That will be quite, enough Sherri." Gail responded, "This is certainly no laughing matter."
Everyone became quiet for a few minutes, after that. Trevor leaned himself down against his mother's back, which allowed him to move his hips back and break the sexual contact between them. Although, the feeling of his mother's nylons, against his skin, combined with the thought of her being naked beneath him, was making it difficult for him to reign in his cock.
"How long was I out?"
"You've been unconscious for a little over an hour." His mother responded, "They left me my watch, and it's about 10:30 now."
"10:30 No wonder I am so tired of holding my head up." Emma complained. "Sorry Sherri, but I have got to rest my neck a bit."
"That's fine you're not the first woman to have her face down there."
Trevor took a break from scanning the storeroom for a way out of their predicament, and put his head down as well, resting it lightly on his mother's back. He wondered what she was thinking as he inhaled the fragrance of her skin. If he had been able to hear inside of her mind at that moment, he would have been surprised to hear her chastising herself and struggling to keep her own urges under control.
Gail had not been touched, sexually by man or woman since her husband had left six years ago. And now the feeling of a strong man's body pressed against hers, and the thought of a hard cock near her pussy was causing her to become very wet. She could feel her juices beginning to run down the inside of her thigh. She had chided her son about control, but now she was afraid that she would be the one to lose it.
"I'm sorry, Emma, but your pussy just looks and smells too good, I have to have a taste." Sherri said suddenly.
"Have to wha... Oh God!"
Trevor looked over as Sherri buried her face into the young blonde's pussy. Trevor couldn't help but watch as she devoured it, her tongue lapping along the labial lips, before driving it deeply into Emma's shaved slit. Sherri then closed her lips and sucked hard on Emma's clit, sending her hormones into overdrive. Emma's moans, and the sight of Sherri licking her sweet pussy, were having a dramatic effect on Trevor's cock. Even pulled back as far as the ropes would allow, he could feel the tip press against the entrance to his mother's vagina.
"Oh Emma, you taste so delicious. I always knew that you would."
"Don't stop, Sherri. Please! I never thought a woman could make me feel this good."
Trevor was mesmerized by the sight of Sherri's head and neck craning up as her tongue attacked the sweet peach above her. To his amazement he saw Emma dipping her head toward Sherri's pussy. Though he could not see, he imagined Emma tentatively tonguing the tasty twat tied below her.
"That's right Emma, taste my lips, lick my cunt, suck my fucking clit with those beautiful dick sucking lips of yours."
Hearing the dirty words of encouragement, Emma began to increase her ministrations as her head thrashed slowly between Sherri's thighs. As Trevor watched, his cock throbbed uncontrollably, pulsing up and down against his mother's vagina. He noticed for the first time just how incredibly wet his mother's pussy had become. Looking down he was shocked to see that her eyes were locked on her two employees intently. He could see her panting and watched as she swallowed hard and licked her lips. Trevor forced himself to look away and pulled backwards quickly until the rope around his neck tightened and he began to feel light-headed. Straining against the bonds for as long as he could bear, he nearly passed out again before finally leaning forward, gasping for air, and allowing the head of his cock to part the lips of his mother's soaked labia for the first time.
A soft illicit moan escaped his mother's lips, and their eyes met as she looked at him over her shoulder. He knew his mother well and could read all of the emotions in her eyes; fear, excitement, concern, and compassion, but the one he had never seen before was lust. He could read the desire in her eyes, as he felt her hunching her hips lightly against his cock. Both of them were fighting against the primal instincts welling up inside of them. Instincts that didn't care about words like incest or the derogatory stigma of being a real life mother fucker. Instincts that only knew pleasure, instincts honed for the continuation of the species. As this war waged within Trevor and his mother, the moans from Sherri and Emma faded into the background. His heart beat miles a minute as he stared into his mother's eyes.
"Trevor, my beautiful son, it's been so long, and I know that it is terribly wrong, but I want you. I need you, so badly." She trembled as she spoke.
"Mom, I love you, you know I do, and I have dreamed about this moment more than once, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, but do you really want me to?"
"Yes honey, I do. I love you and that will never change, but right now I need you! I need to feel you inside of me."
She humped against him again, more strongly this time.
"Trevor, my love, I want you to fuck me. Shove that fat cock into my cunt and shag me like there is no tomorrow! "
Hearing this exchange, Sherri and Emma both tilted their heads to watch, as Trevor lined his cock up with his mother's pussy. Working without the use of his hands, he had to slowly run the tip of his cock up and down between her lips. Feeling the entrance to his mother's womb, he paused slightly before easing the head of his cock inside. Gail groaned with relief as her pussy began to stretch and welcome her son. Now certain that they were properly aligned, Trevor grabbed his mother's shoulders, and slammed his cock in her pussy to the hilt. Bending his head forward, Trevor planted a tender kiss on his mother's shoulder while allowing the sensation of their coupling to wash over them both.
"That is so hot." Sherri whispered from beneath Emma, before returning her attentions to the glistening pussy before her.
Emma rode Sherri like a pro, bucking her hips to run her slit across Sherri's face while keeping her head turned in order to watch Trevor with his mother.
"Oh my god, I'm going to Cum, Trevor you dirty motherfucker, pound that mommy pussy and make me cum all over Sherri's face."
When the ordeal was over they would all share a laugh at this sudden outburst from the normally upright and uptight Emma, but right now they were all focused on the sexual heat filling the room.
Sherri latched onto Emma's clit and sucked it hard into her mouth, running her tongue roughly over the sensitive nub.
Trevor drew his pulsing prick to the edge of his mother's vagina and pushed his hips forward slowly. Entering his mother for the first time, took Trevor's breath away in a different fashion. He marveled at the feeling of her velvety smooth lips as they stretched to form a tight sheath around his member. After a slight pause to savor the sensation of returning to his mother's womb, he began fucking her with a combination of quick hard strokes and long slow strokes.
Emma moaned uncontrollably as she tried to divide her attentions between the exquisite feeling of Sherri's talented tongue on her pussy, watching the real life passion of her boss sharing a first incestuous fuck with her son, and enjoying her first taste of a woman's sweet nectar.
Gail unable to thrust back at her son, instead ground her hips in gyrating circles as she moaned, whimpered, and cried her way toward what she knew would be an explosive orgasm. She had never imagined the
Soon Emma had to turn away as Sherri's tongue brought her to the edge and beyond.
"I'm cumming, holy shit; I'm gonna cum all over that beautiful lesbian face of yours, Sherri!"
Suddenly Sherri was drenched with cum from Emma's quivering pussy. Squirting all over Sherri's face and the surrounding floor, Emma's moans died away and she collapsed onto her friend.
All of this activity was lost to Gail and Trevor. Resisting every urge that he had to finish quickly, his alternating pace was driving his mother to heights she had never thought possible. Her body had been building up long past the point where she would normally orgasm. It was driving her mad that she could not reach her breasts and pinch her nipples, or even reach down and touch her clit which she knew would finally send her over the edge.
"Trevor, my sweet boy, you are driving your mum crazy. I love the way your cock feels inside of me, baby, but I am so close and I need you to fuck me now! Please, baby, please fuck me hard and make mummy cum."
Though Trevor longed to please his mother and longed to feel her cumming on his cock, the reality of the way that he was tied was preventing him from getting the proper leverage he needed in order to give her the kind of fucking she desired. He raised his hands as high as he could, allowing him to grasp his mother's arms just below her elbow. Then he steeled himself and strained back against the ropes around his neck, and began to pound his mother with all of his might. Slamming her forward against the stool beneath her as the added leverage finally allowed his cock to bottom out inside of his mother's steaming cunt. His nut sack swinging forward to tap her clit with each stroke, he fought against the pain and his fear of blacking out.
"Yes, baby, that's it, that's it, keep fucking me, I'm almost there, Oh Trevor, Trevor, yes, fuck momma I'm cumming. I'm cumming!"
Sherri and Emma watched enrapt from their spot on the floor as Trevor's hard muscled form strained against the ropes, while slamming his cock in and out of his mother, while she thrashed beneath him. Trevor too was close to coming as he frantically fought to remain conscious as the blood was cut off from his brain. With one final thrust Trevor buried himself to the hilt and shot his load deep in his mother's pussy. Their combined bodies writhing in ecstasy before Trevor collapsed hard onto his mother's back. His sudden additional weight proved too much for the cheap stool supporting his mother, and it collapsed. Gail and Trevor's sweat soaked bodies crashed into the table below, and their momentum caused it to shift enough to break off one of the legs. The collapse continued as Trevor and Gail slid into a pile on the floor, their bonds loosening as they did so.
"Are you guys okay?" Sherri asked as Gail and Trevor came to rest on the floor.
Stunned from the sudden drop, and the lingering after effects of the mind-blowing orgasm she had just experienced, Gail could only mutter a quiet yes. Trevor, though breathing, laid there once again in the dark grip of unconsciousness.
Wait, did I really just have sex with my mother, or has this all just been some crazy dream? If that was real, that was the best thing I have ever experienced. Okay time to wake up now, deep breath, take a deep breath. Your mother's glorious body is lying next to you on the floor naked with your cum leaking out of her vagina, so wake up, she needs...
With a sudden gasp Trevor took in a large lungful of air sputtered back into the light. Looking above him he could see his mother's angelic face, smiling in relief.
"Oh, baby, thank God you're okay. I thought I had lost you."
Bending down she kissed him lightly around his face, before finding his lips. Opening her mouth, Gail pushed her tongue passed her son's lips and kissed him with a passion no mother should feel for her son, but she didn't care. This was her savior, not just for freeing them, but for carrying her up to sexual heights that she never knew existed. This first coupling may not have begun as their idea, but she knew that she would not be able to resist fucking him again, often.
Trevor opened himself up to his mother's kiss. Savoring the feel of her tongue in his mouth, the taste of her lips, the feel of her body pressed against him. Slowly he brought his hand up to her breast, kneading it gently, causing a slight moan to pass through her and into his mouth.
"I know that this is an unusual and tender moment for the two of you, but a little bit of help would be appreciated." Emma chimed. With a hint of her normal elitism showing through now that she knew they were nearly free of their ordeal.
Gail and Trevor broke their kiss and giggled slightly as they looked toward the two girls, still bound tightly in their sixty-nine. Gail motioned for Trevor to lie still as she began the process of untying the now loose ropes surrounding them. Carefully she removed the bindings from around Trevor's neck and freeing his hands, before freeing herself. Looking at her two employees while doing so she said,
"Sorry ladies I got a bit lost in the moment. Be right there."
Once free Gail stood up, and made her way over to the girls, giving Trevor a chance to admire her fully nude body for the first time. Still glistening slightly with sweat, her body nearly glowed and the elegant way that she moved had him captivated. He stared hungrily as he tried to memorize every detail of her from head to toe.
Wait what's that on the floor by her feet?
Trevor's eyes focused on the small black object on the floor near his mother's feet. It was just a bit larger than a gumdrop, but his angle allowed him to see a small reflection bouncing off of it from the overhead lights. Rising onto all fours, Trevor crawled toward the mystery object, while Gail prepared to untie Sherri and Emma. Reaching the pair, Gail was stopped when Sherri spoke up.
"Hold off on the rescue there for a moment, boss."
"What?" Gail and Emma said in unison.
"Before you set us free," Sherri continued, "someone still owes me an orgasm. It's only fair after all, wouldn't you agree?"
"Oh very much so," Gail smiled in agreement.
"What are you all talking about? Let me out of here." Emma squealed.
Gail stretched out her hand and ran it softly across Emma's back.
"Emma darling, did you enjoy the feeling of Sherri's tongue on your pussy?"
Sherri took her cue and snaked her tongue out across the lips of Emma's pussy, sending shivers up Emma's spine as she quivered, remembering her recent orgasm.
"Oh my God, yes."
Gail moved around to Sherri's feet and looked into Emma's eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to feel that again?"
Gail moved and untied Sherri's hands while she waited for Emma to respond. This allowed Sherri to begin rubbing her hands along Emma's side, and lightly brushing her fingertips along the sides of Emma's large breasts. Emma moaned involuntarily and bit her lip to steady herself.
"Just think of how unfair it is for you to take that pleasure for yourself, and not give anything in return."
Gail reached out and stroked Emma's face gently, allowing her fingers to trail down across Emma's chin and onto Sherri's neglected pussy below. Emma eyes followed her hand as it moved. Gail ran her finger between the lips of Sherri's pussy and then slowly brought it up to her own mouth. She stared into Emma's eyes as she licked Sherri's cream from her finger.
"Don't tell me that you didn't like the taste of Sherri's pussy. Mmmmm, I think that she tastes divinely sweet."
"But it's... I mean I'm not... I really shouldn't..."
While Gail was busy trying to sweet talk Emma into eating Sherri's pussy, Trevor had picked up the small black cylinder and was studying it. He was quickly able to deduce that it was a wireless camera. He assumed that it must have been on the table beneath his mother. Someone had been watching them. Now he knew what the bandits got out of it, they got off on watching! Scanning the room quickly he saw two more devices and was sure that a careful examination would probably reveal more. Looking into the camera, he gave a smile and a nod to whomever was watching before setting the camera down and returning his attention to his mother and her employees.
"Your tits are so incredibly soft." Sherri cooed.
Having gotten her hands fully beneath Emma's breasts, she was kneading them gently, while teasing Emma's cunt with the occasional lick. Gail was still kneeling by Emma's head speaking softly as she enticed Emma to feast on her co-worker.
"I never thought of you as being so cruel and selfish, Emma!"
Lick, lick from Sherri.
"It's not selfishness, but... (Shudders as Sherri licks her again) "
"Not selfish? How would you feel if you were ignored after giving a top-shelf blow job?"
Sherri gives her clit a quick suck.
"Uhhn... No seriously it's not that, it's just that... I ... I don't know... No I'm afraid that..."
"You don't need to be afraid making love to a woman is a beautiful thing."
Trevor made a mental note to ask his mother how she knew so much about making love to a woman, but that could wait for another day. Emma had become exasperated by this point and fired off quickly,
"I'm not afraid of becoming a lesbian, I'm afraid that I can't please her, alright!"
"Oh Honey."
Gail's heart was touched by Emma's heartfelt admission. She brushed the hair from Emma's face and gently laid her hand on the blonde's back. Trevor moved to sit beside his mother and gently spoke to Emma.
"I believe that I can help with that. Lie back mother."
Gail understood what her son was planning and was overcome with sudden nervousness. No one had gone down on her in years, as her husband was never willing to put in the effort. She could hardly remember who the last person was to eat her out was, but she quickly swung her legs around toward Emma and lay back onto the floor. Lying beside her, Trevor rested his chest onto his mother's stomach and smiled reassuringly at Emma.
"Okay Emma, just follow what I do, and remember that as a woman, you know what would feel good to you, and the odds are good that it will feel good to her as well."
Trevor dipped his head and slowly ran his tongue down the length of his mother's slit. Emma mirrored his movement, eliciting a long awaited moan from Sherri.
"Did you hear that Emma? Did that sound like a woman who was not being satisfied?"
With Emma continuing to repeat his every move, Trevor allowed himself to focus on pleasing his mother. Driving his tongue deep between her lips, he tasted the tangy, salty combination of their coupling.
"Allow her sounds to guide you, and when you think that she is ready take her clit between your lips and suck it into your mouth like drinking through a straw."
Trevor sought out his mother's clit and demonstrated for Emma, much to Gail's delight. She squealed with pleasure and shuddered as Trevor teased his tongue roughly over her tender clit. Emma saw Gail's reaction and eagerly repeated the move on Sherri's clit by drawing it between her lips and then suckling on it like a newborn.
"Emma, don't stop. Suck my clit, baby. Make me cum for you, I know you can. I've dreamed about making love with you so many times. Please... uhhn... ahhh... omigod, omigod; I am so right on the edge."
Sherri's moans and words had Emma working overtime, as she mashed her tongue hard against Sherri's clit and swirled her tongue around it, before sucking it back into her mouth and thrashing her head side to side. Emma could feel her own juices flowing at the thought of bringing her friend to climax. She began suckling the clit again as she felt Sherri begin to shake beneath her.
"That's it girl, I'm cumming, AHHHH!"
Sherri's body convulsed hard below Emma, and the sight of her cumming so hard, pushed Gail over the edge and she began to wail along with the teen. She was astounded that her own son had given her two of the best orgasms of her life, all in one night. Gail thought of the many lonely nights she had spent with no one to share her bed, and knew that need never be the case again. Her son had always had her heart, but now her body was his as well, whenever and wherever he wanted it.
Spent the four "victims" lay panting together on the floor, basking in the glorious afterglow of a truly liberating night. After regaining their senses, Trevor and Gail finished untying Emma and Sherri and helped the girls unsteadily to their feet. Trevor leaned down and picked up the small camera that had fallen to the floor, to keep anyone from stepping on it. As they exited the storeroom, Trevor wondered if he should tell them about the cameras, but decided that they had enough to think about for one night. He turned around and made a silent gesture of thanks to any remaining cameras and the BDSM bandits and turned off the light. The store itself had been left very neat, veritably untouched to anyone who might pass by, the lights had all been turned off, save for the few emergency lights that were always on, the shades had been drawn, and the door locked tightly with the keys having been put back through the old fashioned mail slot in the door. To a passerby they had simply closed up shop like any normal day.
Their clothes had been taken, but on the counter beside the register, they found their keys and credit cards, but no cash and the register had also been emptied. I guess those cameras are not cheap, Trevor thought to himself. All totaled the bandits had made off with a few thousand dollars and some lingerie, nothing that would force Gail's store out of business. After a short discussion, all 4 parties agreed that there was no reason to call the police, jokingly saying that the bandit's had given them all the night of their lives.
Looking at her watch, Gail noted that it was only midnight, hardly late enough for any of them to head outside naked, not with a popular bar at the far end of the small, downtown strip mall, so the first order of business would be finding them all something to wear home. For most of them, that would not be a problem, Trevor however would be a different case, but she would let her mind work on that while she dressed the girls. Gail decided to make a gift of the outfits for the girls, given all that they had been through, and she planned to dress them to the nines in some of her best wares.
"Okay girls, you've always wanted to watch me do my private fittings, so here is your chance close up, watch and learn. Emma you're up first."
Gail turned on the lights in her private fitting area near the back of the showroom, and stood Emma in the center of a series of six mirrors, that were arranged in a half-circle. Thinking that the bandits might enjoy the fashion show, and owing them for the greatest sex of his life so far, Trevor nonchalantly walked into the fitting area and placed the camera on a small table by the wall. He hoped that it would give a wide enough view to catch everything and that it would remain unseen by the women. Quietly he made his way back over by the register.
After studying Emma for a few moments, Gail began gliding around the store like a naked ballerina, performing Tchaikovsky. Trevor was mesmerized as he watched her move. She dressed Emma in a strapless banana yellow bra that fought to contain her large breasts, with a matching thong panty. Both pieces hand coral trim and highlights, which would accentuate her tanned skin. A matching garter belt, attached to beige stockings with a brown band and seams, and finished off with a pair of slippers that looked more like strappy heels. Gail then helped her into an elegant beige camisole top with a silk half slip with mid thigh slit to complete an outfit that would be suitable for a night out on the town. Trevor had to admire his mother's taste and fashion sense. The outfit, made up completely of lingerie, could not only be worn in public, but transformed Emma from college sorority chick, to elegant goddess.
"Okay Ms. Sherri, you're up."
Trevor watched as Gail circled around Sherri, glancing around the store as she did so. He thought that Sherri's short hair and pale skin might make things more difficult, but after a few minutes, his mother went right to work. She started with a deep plum colored sateen bra and panty. At 32c she really didn't need a bra that would lift her breasts, but the cups of this bra were slightly stiffer than normal, and cut in such a way that they left a lot of breast exposed. Combined with a strong front clasp, it acted like a bustier and showed off her cleavage a more pronounced way. The matching panty was cut slightly high on the hips, but clung tightly to Sherri's more petite, heart-shaped ass. A pair of black lace high-top stockings with a rose and thorn pattern running up the sides showed off Sherri's well toned legs. Gail finished the look off with a short kimono sleeve duster wrap in a pale blue that, when wrapped and pinned properly, showed not only Sherri's cleavage, but her tight stomach down to the navel.
As Sherri and Emma looked at themselves in their new, elegant clothing, Trevor marveled at how his mother could not only put the outfits together, but she never missed with the sizing. Every piece that she had grabbed had fit the two girls perfectly, and was all done by eye. He had never before had the opportunity to watch her work before, the fact that she was doing it in front of him now, fully nude and uninhibited turned him on in a way that went beyond purely sexual. He was coming to realize just what an intelligent and strong woman she really was. Part of him had always known it, but he had never seen it the way that he was seeing it now. He realized that no matter how strange the situation was, he was beginning to fall in love with his mother.
"Okay girls, or rather Ladies, now it is your turn to do me."
They all chuckled slightly at Gail's choice of words. She moved to stand before the mirrors, challenging her two employees to clothe her the way that she had just clothed them. Emma and Sherri walked around Gail, admiring her body, and then stood together near the mirrors to consult with one another. Although they moved around the store with less surety than Gail had, it did not take long before they had come to a consensus on how to dress their boss. Unfortunately they could not come to an agreement on Gail's measurements and were forced to ask her what sizes fit her best. As the two women finished collecting the pieces for Gail's outfit, she turned and smiled at Trevor. As she contemplated clothing for her son, she was far from surprised to see his erection was at full mast once again. He noticed her eyes lingering on his cock and could only shrug his shoulders at her bemused look.Gail had never fantasized about cross dressing before, even though she had dozens of clients who indulged in it heavily. She found herself getting a perverse thrill at the thought of dressing her son, but wanted to keep the ordeal from being too embarrassing for him. His body reminded her of a swimmers body, toned without being overly muscled. Emma and Sherri broke her reverie as they came over to begin dressing her.
The girls had decided to use teal as the primary color, in order to really bring out the deep green of Gail's eyes. So they began with a black corsetini with teal highlights, accents, and lacing. They covered her legs in sheer thigh highs that nearly matched her natural skin tone, and light polka dot accents. A pair of sheer gloves matched the stockings, but she would leave them off for now. They finished Gail's outfit off with a teal sarong tied at her waist but exposing her right leg, and a black silk scarf/wrap that would cover her shoulders. Though Gail would not have made any of the same choices that her employees had, she did have to admit that it looked good, if not a bit young for her.
Pulling the girls in close, Gail whispered conspiratorially with them for a moment, before taking off around the store once again. Trevor wondered what was going on, as Sherri and Emma approached him. He self-consciously covered himself as they neared, receiving a chuckle from each of them.
"After all that we have been through tonight, now you are going to be shy and hide your cock."
Sherri took his left arm as Emma spoke. As Emma took his right arm, the two girls began to lead him over to the fitting area. As they brought him in front of the mirror, Trevor began to protest when his mother spoke up.
"I know that you have been through quite a lot this evening, my son, but I can see where you parked in the lot. There is no way that you can walk all the way to the car with nothing on, without getting arrested, and since none of us can work your manual transmission, this is our only option."
Trevor looked pleadingly at Emma and Sherri, but knew that they would not contradict his mother. Strange that he had fucked and sucked his own mother in front of these two women, but getting dressed in women's lingerie somehow still embarrassed him.
"Okay mother, I guess I am putting myself in your experienced hands."
Gail began with a pair of hot pink stretch lace boy shorts.
"Hot pink? Really?"
"It's the only color that I have in a size that might fit you." She lied.
The panties did fit her son, but left the top inches of his manhood peeking out over the waistband. Grasping her son's cock, Gail tucked the phallus to the right, giving it a surreptitious pump while she handled it. She then helped her son into a pair of pale gray seamless pantyhose with a floral motif. The tight nylon helped to hold his unruly manhood in check. For his part, Trevor was enjoying the feel of the tight smooth silk as it rubbed against his cock. Gail stood back and evaluated her work so far. Her son looked very cute standing there in sleek hose. She was thankful that he was blessed with light colored body hair. Not that it was likely that anyone would see him in this outfit, but it did help to complete the illusion better. Grabbing a nearby chair, Gail set it behind Trevor, facing away from the mirror, and indicated that he should sit. She slipped a pair of sexy black mules onto his feet, and ran her hands slowly up his legs before standing up. She handed her makeup case and an auburn red wig to her employees and pointed to Trevor.
"Would you ladies kindly make him up, while I grab the last few items?"
Eyeing one another with a conspiratorial smile, the girls responded in near unison.
"It would be our pleasure."
"Makeup and a wig, c'mon mom isn't this going a bit overboard?"
"Anything worth doing is worth doing right."
Trevor sighed heavily and decided that it was no use to argue, so he just resigned himself to the indignity that he was about to endure. Sherri began to comb Trevor's hair and fit him with a cap to go under the wig, while Emma hiked up her slip and straddled his lap to begin applying his makeup. Trevor had slumped down into the chair when he sat, so when Emma straddled him, her panty covered cunt landed directly on his silk enclosed cock. Emma hummed and danced while she made Trevor's face up, teasingly grinding her crotch against him. In just minutes she had transformed his face from handsomely masculine, to demurely feminine. With the redheaded wig now in place Trevor could have passed even the closest scrutiny, at least from the neck up.
As Gail returned to finish dressing her son, Emma leaned forward to whisper into Trevor's ear.
"It was so hot watching you fuck your mother! I am jealous though that she was the only one who got the pleasure of your magnificent cock tonight."
To emphasize her words, Emma snaked her hand down between them and grasped his cock firmly. Gail smiled as she leaned forward where both of them would be able to hear her whisper.
"You can have him another day, Ms. Emma, but until further notice, Trevor's lovely prick belongs to me and me alone."
Emma smiled at Gail and was struck with an overwhelming desire to kiss her, which she did. Trevor and Sherri were both in awe as the two women shared a lingering kiss. Emma's sudden openness to the joys of a woman was shocking considering her normal anti-lgbt stance. Keeping Trevor from looking in the mirror, Gail stood him up and finished dressing him. Low strapped heels and a white tube bra, complete with inserts to mimic 36d breasts, followed by a silk silver gray, knee length full slip. The slip had thin spaghetti straps and a slit that ran up to Trevor's mid-thigh. The slit had a floral accent pattern running up both sides that matched the pattern in his stockings. Gail and the girls stood back and admired their work as Trevor stood before them nervously. He longed to check himself out in the mirror, but was terrified to at the same time.
"What do you think, ladies, did we miss anything?"
"Let me say this," replied Sherri, "I would definitely take HER home from the bar."
The compliment made Trevor even more nervous to see himself. Maybe he shouldn't look. How would he feel to see a sexy woman looking back at him from the mirror?
"We really should do something about those pits."
"You have a point there, Emma. No self respecting lady would wear a slip dress out without shaving her pits first."
"Okay, that's definitely taking things too far just to walk from here to the car."
Gail held her finger up to shush Trevor, and then walked over to rummage in her purse. She quickly produced a disposable razor and a small bottle of lotion, to substitute for shave cream. Sherri and Emma watched with a curious disbelief.
"You never know when you might need to a little touch up."
Gail made quick work of Trevor's armpit hair, and then cleaned him off with a couple of hand sanitizing clothes that she kept on hand for customers. Finally satisfied, Gail told Trevor to close his eyes, as the girls spun him around to face the mirror. He could feel his mother as she moved to stand behind him, wrapping her arms around his midsection, while placing her head to look over his shoulder. Emma and Sherri each grabbed an arm and snuggled in close beside him.
"Okay my love, open your eyes."
Trevor slowly opened his eyes and focused on the sight, before him. There in the mirror were four of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen. He could not recognize himself as the gorgeous redhead, dressed in silver, but he knew that it was him. He was amazed by the transformation that his mother, Emma, and Sherri had made of him. Suddenly he remembered the camera, and silently hoped that the BDSM Bandits would not be recording what they saw, although he was certain that they would be. So much for no one ever seeing he guessed. Gail kissed her son on the cheek and told him what a beautiful young lady he made. Emma and Sherri agreed and moved him toward the mirror, turning him so that he could see himself from all sides. With everyone clothed, it was time for them to leave. Trevor offered to get the lights, as it would allow him to grab the camera unseen, and the girls went to grab their things from the register.
Trevor looked for his things when he got to the counter, but did not see them. Smiling, his mother handed him a small silver purse with a long chain.
"No fashionable lady would be out without her clutch. I took the liberty of putting all of your things inside."
Trevor stared at the purse and shook his head, thinking about how much things had changed for him in only four and a half hours. He knew better than to argue and was just in a hurry to get home, so he slung the purse onto his shoulder and slipped the camera quietly inside of it. Emma laughed and explained to him that the long chain was so that SHE could wear it across HER body and reduce the risk of it being stolen. Trevor adjusted the strap as Emma had directed, and made his way to the door, anxious to leave. After a few miss-steps, he managed to be able to walk without stumbling or throwing the mules off of his feet. Standing there nervously waiting, he became aware that his cock had finally deflated. After all that he had seen tonight, he hadn't been sure that it would ever go soft again.
As the girls joined him up front, Trevor quickly unlocked the door and turned to walk out, but then he froze. Even with no one around, the idea of walking outside of his mother's shop fully dressed like a woman, terrified him. Sherri and Emma quickly latched onto his arms and walked him gingerly out the door. He scanned the area, and saw only a few people coming and going from the bar a few hundred yards away. So far so good he thought as Gail finished locking the door and turned to the three of them.
"It has been a long night." She stated.
"It has been that!" Sherri agreed.
"I don't know about anyone else," Emma began, again with that conspiratorial smile, "but I could use a drink."
"Capital idea, Ms. Emma. Let's do, and I am buying."
"Oh hell no, Walking to the car like this is one thing, but no way in hell am I going into the bar like this."
Trevor snapped open the purse and reached in for the keys.
"Looking for these?"
Dangling from his mother's finger were his car keys. He had been set up, for the second time that night.
"What if I get carded, no way I look like my driver's license photo?"
"Vince's never cards after 1 a.m." Emma said assuredly as she and Sherri began walking Trevor toward the establishment.
Trevor struggled with them for the first few steps, but quickly realized that his only way out of this tonight was to play along, and pray that he did not see anyone that he knew. As they neared the bar, Trevor's mother took him by the arm as Emma and Sherri walked ahead, and he suddenly realized that his hard-on was back, and with a vengeance. He could feel it shift against the silk with every move, and he felt his face grow red as he began to worry about his erection being seen through the thin silk slip. Adjusting the strap on his purse, he pulled the clutch so that it neatly blocked the view of his cock. His mother watched and smiled knowingly.
As they reached the bar Trevor's every instinct screamed out at him to run, but he grabbed his mother by the hips and followed her closely through the door. Assaulted by the sudden blare of hip-hop music, Trevor's anxiety eased slightly. The club was very dimly lit, except for the laser lights and small spots zooming around the dance floor. The girls grabbed a small bar top area near the dance floor, as Trevor glanced around nervously. Gail felt for her son, and worried that she may be pushing him too hard, but she hoped that he was as excited as she was right now.
"Mommy's got you," she whispered in his ear pulling him close, "Nothing is going to happen, so calm your nerves."
Trevor looked at his mother, but she could still see the fear in his face.
"Trust me darling, I barely recognize you, so there is no way that anyone else will, and if anyone tries to mess with my sexy 'Trina'," she winked at his new name, "They will have to deal with me."
Then Gail kissed him, with a firm passionate open-mouthed kiss. Trevor felt himself relaxing for the first time since she had put the silk panties on him. Although one part of hi had not relaxed, his cock was as hard as it had ever been, forcing its way out of his pink panties, and leaking precum into his sexy hose. His mother smiled as she held his face and then kissed her way over to his ear, to whisper once again.
"You have no idea how wet it makes me to be here with you like this kissing my own son in full view, committing public incest like some trashy euro-whore, my brand new panties are soaked at the thought of getting your cock back in me again tonight."
Trevor couldn't believe his ears, at the dirty talk coming from Gail's lips, but he loved it. Gail asked the girls what they wanted to drink, and asked them to keep 'Trina' safe until she returned. Emma and Sherri crowded around 'Trina' helping to put him at ease with idle chit-chat and gossip. They pointed out people they knew and dished on ones that were cheating, pointed out users and losers, and even got him to speak with the most feminine voice that he could manage. By the time that Gail returned with drinks and shots, 'Trina" was even swaying to the music along with Emma and Sherri.
Trevor quickly downed his shot of jack and was tempted to do the same with the tequila sunrise, but decided to sip it ladylike instead. His big fear was realized when the girls dragged him onto the dance floor during a particularly risqué rap song. He had never danced in heels and a dress before, but soon found himself following along mirroring Sherri and Emma.
As the beat ramped up Trevor found himself in a sandwich as Sherri ground into his ass, while his mother ground her ass against his cock. Sherri hand snaked around and groped at 'Trina's" tits, while rubbing her own breasts all over Trevor's back. Trevor found himself in unknown territory though when the final song of the night came on, but he needn't have worried as the three ladies surrounded him to enjoy a group slow dance.
Trevor felt great relief, as they exited the bar, and the four of them made their way down the strip mall to their cars. Gail told the girls that she was not going to open the store on Saturday, and since she never opened on Sunday told them to enjoy a long weekend with pay. She and Trevor watched as the girls walked away, lightly holding hands, and could only smile as they walked past Emma's car, and climbed into Sherri's.
Gail rode silently beside Trevor on the way home, snuggled tightly to his arm, with her legs curled under her on the seat, and her head on his shoulder. Upon arriving home, Gail led 'Trina' into the house. As Trevor locked the door and turned around, Gail put her arms around his neck and drew him in for a kiss. This was not a kiss of desperation, or unbridled passion, but the long, smoldering kiss of two adults deeply in love. Breaking the kiss, Gail inhaled deeply, and smiled with a feeling of great satisfaction and ease.
"Make sure that the back door is locked, and then come to my room. I want to make love to you face to face, I want to be devoured by your eyes as you enter me, but first we need to get rid of 'Trina'."
Trevor looked at himself in the hall mirror, 'Trina' had been both exciting and terrifying, but he wondered if he would ever see her again? Feeling the need to piss, he walked into the bathroom and stood before the toilet. Chuckling to himself, he decided that it was best to be ladylike, so he turned around and lifted the slip before lowering his hose and panties to sit on the toilet. He would never begrudge a woman for taking so long in the bathroom again, never truly appreciating the simplicity of just whipping it out and pissing. After emptying his bladder with a deeply satisfying piss he carefully cleaned his cock and adjusted his panties and hose back into place, before smoothing down his slip.
He walked through the downstairs and checked all of the doors, and before leaving the kitchen he grabbed several bottles of water from the fridge, knowing they would be needed later. Then he climbed the stairs to his mother's room, where she waited for him. His could hear his mother in the bathroom, and saw that she had set the chair, from her makeup table, beside the bed. Trevor took this as a cue for him to sit there. He set the bottles of water on the bedside table and then set his purse on the makeup table. On a whim he unsnapped the purse and placed the camera beneath it were it had a full view of the chair. As he waited for his mother, he was beginning to realize that he was already helplessly, hopelessly in love with her, and that he would do whatever he had to in order to share the rest of his life with her as a mate.
When Gail re-entered the room she smiled to see Trevor waiting patiently, still fully attired.
"I know that we have been through a lot this evening, and it may be merely symbolic, but I want to strip off for you. I know that you have already seen me naked, but I want to open myself to you here, in the same way that you opened yourself to me through 'Trina'."
With that Gail began to strip for her son. Trevor understood what she meant, about opening herself up to him. It was not about nudity or even sex it was about trust. He knew that she had not trusted a man since her husband, and Trevor was deeply honored that she was choosing to give him that rust fully now, even if he had to go drag to earn it. Gail did not give him a bump and grind striptease show, but an elegant undressing befitting of the true lady that she was. Folding each piece as she removed it and stacking them neatly on her makeup table, until she stood before him in only her sheer black panties.
"Give me your hand. Remember what I told you at the bar, how wet I was for you."
Taking his outstretched hand, Gail placed it palm up between her thighs. Trevor could feel the stickiness of her thighs, and the drenched fabric of the panties. Turning around she took his hands and placed them on the waistband of her panties. Bending forward to watch his eyes, she nodded for him to remove this final barrier between him and what was in effect her soul. Trevor slid the soaked panties slowly down his mother's legs, his eyes never leaving hers until the panties reached the floor. Gail stepped out of them allowing Trevor to pick them up, and she watched as he brought them to his face and inhaled her scent deeply before folding them neatly and handing them to her.
"Now it's time to say goodbye to 'Trina'"
Gail placed the panties next to her other clothing and walked over to straddle her son's lap. She gently unpinned his wig, and removed the cap beneath it. Placing them on the table, she motioned for Trevor to stand up. They continued to make eye contact throughout the almost ritualistic ordeal, as she removed each piece of 'Trina' and placed it in the pile with her laundry. Finally all that remained were 'Trina's' hot pink panties and her makeup. Gail could see Trevor straining and growing against the panties, so she gently dipped her hand inside and grasped his growing cock. When his cock was pointed at the ceiling and peeking beyond the lace material, she released it and peeled the panties down her son's legs.
"Sit down, lover while I grab some makeup remover."
Trevor watched her ass sway as she walked into the bathroom, then grabbed one of the bottles of water and downed a big swig of it before retaking his seat. She returned with a small plastic bottle, and a washcloth. Seeing the water, she also took a long drink before sliding Trevor's hips forward slightly in the chair. Gail straddled him once more, but like Emma had earlier in the evening, she slid forward until her warm labial lips made contact with the hot flesh of her son's phallus. Trevor closed his eyes and shuddered slightly at the contact, resting his hands on her hips to help steady her on his lap. Gail ground into her son gently as she went about the task of removing the makeup from his face. Once she was finished, she wrapped the remover in the washcloth, and tossed them both on the floor. Rising up, she lowered her hand to Trevor's cock and placed its head at the entrance to her very wet pussy. Holding herself there she placed both hands onto Trevor's shoulders, moving them inward until she cradled her son's head in her hands, and true to her word the two stared into one another's eyes and souls, as she lowered herself down onto his swollen cock.
Time seemed to stop as mother and son were joined. True this was not their first coupling, but it was the first in which they had truly submitted to one another. They made very little movement as they basked in the moment of their union. Trevor moved his left hand to the small of his mother's back as his right hand came up to cup her left breast. Her diamond hard nipple pressed against his palm as he reverently squeezed the perfect orbs rising from her chest. Gail ran her hand down his chest and beneath his arm to grasp his lower shoulder blade, while moving her right hand to the back of his neck. They remained this way, pulling tightly against one another and grinding their sexes, Trevor trying to climb fully inside of his mother, while she tried to envelope her son within herself.
The friction of their slow, but fierce grinding was stimulating Gail's clit with a severity that she had never experienced. Overtaken with passion, she drew her son to her face and kissed him with the desperation of a starving soul. She came immediately as his tongue touched hers. Like a volcano it built from deep within her, roaring through her veins and nerves, as it shot up her spine and enveloped her brain. Sending her body into uncontrollable spasms, shudders, and shivers as her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, and her cum spilled out in waves, flooding him, the chair, and even the floor. Gail moaned deeply into his mouth, and as she convulsed the moan grew into a scream as she threw her head back to release it. Collapsing onto her son, she blacked out.
Am I alive? Gail Winslow questioned herself. She swam through a sea of memories, trying to find her way back to the surface. Like an out of body experience she could see the events that led to this moment. Her son had fucked her while they were tied up, no that's not just right, she had begged him to fuck her. Her son ate her pussy while teaching Emma to make a woman cum. She saw her son in a red haired wig and full drag grinding into her on the dance floor, watched her straight-laced oversexed southern belle employee going home with her conservative but dirty minded lesbian employee. She willfully and willingly mounted her son and fucked him to the most amazing cum of her life, and then... Why couldn't she remember past that? Was she dead? She felt warm. Don't you feel cold when you are dead? She felt satisfied, safe, secure, and she could still feel that amazing cum. Three fabulous orgasms, all at the hands of her son! That was the crux of it wasn't it, her son?
How could she rationalize the fact that in one day she had gone from loving her son, to being deeply, madly in love with her son? Her mouth felt wet. Could she truly have a fulfilling relationship with her son? How could they be together in public? She felt herself swallow. Could she be the woman that he needed for fulfillment in his life? She could feel a wonderful softness against her back. Was there a way to find out? Open your eyes!
Gail stirred softly, and opened her eyes. She was on her bed beneath the covers, propped up on several pillows. Trevor was pressed beside her with one arm behind her back, and his leg draped across her body. He was smiling at her and holding a bottle of water.
"Good morning. Now I know how you felt when I blacked-out last night."
Sitting up more, Gail could see that the sun was up and shining brightly outside. She felt refreshed in a way that she couldn't remember feeling before.
"What time is it?"
"Noon."
"I slept that late?"
"I guess you needed the rest. Here, drink some water while I run down and get us something to eat."
Trevor kissed her on the forehead and climbed from the bed. She watched as her son walked naked around the bed. She noticed that their clothes were no longer on the makeup table, only 'Trina's' wig, breasts, panties, and purse. He smiled at her as he stopped and grabbed the pink panties, and stepped into them. Watching her son walk away, she realized that they had inadvertently invented the solution to her problem. They could be lovers in the home, Mother and son to all they knew, and Gail and 'Trina' to satisfy her need for a companion around town, dining out or enjoying a movie. That is if her son was willing to keep 'Trina' alive.
Downstairs Trevor busied himself with starting the coffeepot, and put some eggs on to boil and bacon on low heat to slow fry. He thought that BLT's, soft boiled eggs, coffee for him and tea for mum, would make a nice late brunch in bed. Tea was the big English trait that his mother had never given up, so he always called her mum at breakfast. He checked on the laundry that he had begun last night, and folded it quickly to take back to his mother's room.
After Gail passed out, once he was sure that she was okay, he had placed his mother in bed and then cleaned up her room. He had removed the camera and left it on the table downstairs, until he could figure out what else to do with it. Then he had washed their clothes and set them in the dryer on a slow dry tumble option that his mother always used for delicates. Then he had gone back upstairs and snuggled in next to his mother.
Thinking of the camera, Trevor looked down at the table, but was surprised to see that the camera was gone, and in its place was a small brown envelope. On the envelope he read, "Trust goes both ways, Enjoy". Apparently the bandit's must have watched everything in order to know where to find the camera. He assumed that they would also have gone back to the store to remove any others that they had left. He opened the envelope while waiting for the bacon and found a cd marked only with the date. He placed it on the breakfast tray and went to check on the mail. Trevor had stepped outside and was halfway to the mailbox when he remembered what he was wearing. He quickly scanned the neighborhood and seeing no one, he boldly continued to the mailbox. Mail in hand, he quickly ran back inside when he heard a car coming. Standing against the door he realized that his heart was racing, and his cock was hard. Maybe he enjoyed dressing as 'Trina' more than he was ready to admit.
Trevor finished his brunch preparation, and carefully carried the tray and the fresh laundry upstairs. He saw that his mother was no longer in bed, and scanning the room, he saw that Gail had emptied the bottom drawer of her dresser, and he could hear her rummaging in the closet.
"Are you ready for some brunch?"
"Yes, I am famished. I will be right there, but there is something that I want to talk to you about while we eat."
He set the laundry on the makeup desk and settled onto the bed with the tray. Gail bounded back into the room, still nude and brimming with excitement.
"You did the laundry?"
"I did. Tea?"
Gail took the tea and gave Trevor a quick kiss. Leaning against Trevor's chest, Gail dove into the food, not realizing just how famished she had been. When the food was gone Gail noticed the envelope.
"That is for later."
"You are too good to me, Laundry, Tea, brunch, and sexy panties."
Gail leaned forward and kissed him, while snaking her hand down to fondle his cock. Feeling his hardness, she smiled.
"I think silk might agree with you, or is that just because of me?"
"Uh, as much as I would like to say that it is only because of you, I forgot myself and went out for the mail."
"In just your pink panties?"
"In just 'Trina's' pink panties, and when I realized it, the thought of getting caught made me hard, but being this close to you kept me that way."
"That reminds me of something that I want to talk to you about. These past 18 hours have been a wonderful kind of crazy."
"I agree."
"I am very glad to hear that, but please let me finish, before you weigh in. I have learned over the past day that I need you in my life as more than just my son. I want to share my life with you, my time with you, and my bed with you. I want to be your everything, in the way that you are now my everything."
"I want that too. Before yesterday I could not have imagined myself with one woman for the rest of my life, today I can't imagine my life with anyone else."
"Well you can have other women, but you have to share them with me!"
"Where did that come from?"
"Trevor my love, you have no idea what goes on at an English all girl's school like the one I attended, but those are stories for another day."
"I can't wait to hear them."
"I will enjoy sharing them with you, but we have to discuss one problem first."
"What problem is that?"
"Well inside this house, we can live however we want. Outside of the house, you have school and friends, and I have work, but too many people in this town know us for us to go out as anything other than mother and son."
"Why is that a problem?"
"Don't you want to be able to take me to dinner, or a movie, to walk around arm in arm or holding hands without worrying that someone will recognize us, or do you just expect us to drive two hours away to be able to share the things that lovers share in public?"
"I'm sorry, I do want those things, and I want to show you off, to be proud to be with you in front of anyone, anywhere. I guess I hadn't really given it enough thought."
Gail rubbed his cheek, and gave him a broad smile.
"That's okay baby, luckily for us, I have been thinking about it, and I think I may have a solution."
She pointed to the open drawer on the dresser.
"That is now 'Trina's' drawer, and I cleared out a small space in my closet for anything that she may need to hang up. You can be my son, my lover, and my husband when we are alone, but outside it must be 'Trina' who shares my love life."
Gail waited, watching as Trevor played her words over in his mind. If he didn't agree to this, she didn't know if she was ready to uproot everything that she had built here and move where no one knew them, but that was the only other answer that she could think of. Trevor reached out and took her trembling hand in his, and brought it to his lips. With a chivalrous kiss he looked up at her through sad eyes.
"Then I guess... that we are going to have to get started on a really nice wardrobe for 'Trina', I mean she may be easy, but she certainly isn't cheap."
"I love you, I love you, I love you, there are so many things that I can't wait to share with you and 'Trina'."
"And I can't wait to share them, but I have to tell you that pegging is definitely out."
Gail gave Trevor a pouty face, and then laughing, she flung herself into her son's arms, covering his face with kisses as they fell back to the bed. At that moment she was the happiest woman in the world, and as much as Trevor didn't want to ruin the moment, he knew that he needed to talk to her about the envelope that had been left downstairs. Trevor felt his mother's hand sliding down across his stomach toward his cock, and reluctantly reached out to stop her progress. Rising up slightly, Gail gave him a curious look.
"Before we get too sidetracked, there is something about last night that I need to tell you about, and it involves the envelope I brought up with breakfast."
Trevor sat up on the bed and took both of his mother's hands. He then delved into the explanation of finding the camera on the floor, moving it into the fitting area, and even leaving it on her makeup table early this morning. He explained that at first he wasn't sure why he had done it, but the more he thought about it, he realized that it was because he felt like he owed the bandits for introducing him to the one woman that he now knew he could not live without. Gail listened to him in silence. As she listened she went through a range of emotions from shock, to anger, to excitement, and back. In the end though she understood her son's point, but wished that he had told her sooner.
"So they were in the house last night?"
"At some point it seems, yes, and I would imagine that they went back for the cameras that were still at the store."
Trevor remained quiet as his mother continued to process the whole situation.
"I am a little disappointed that you did not tell me about this last night, but I understand some of why you didn't."
She took his hand and placed it between her legs. Trevor immediately noticed that his mother was soaking wet.
"The thought that someone was watching us, has me wet, even though a part of me feels violated. Have you looked at what is on the disk?"
Trevor shook his head, no. Gail jumped up from the bed and left the room, returning after a moment with a small laptop computer. Trevor had removed the breakfast tray and dishes from the bed and set them on the table while she was gone. Gail fired up the laptop, and slid the disk into the drive. It loaded quickly and a window popped up showing multiple file folders. Each folder contained video clips that they guessed were taken from different cameras. The folders had interesting names like, fashion show, table shot, and master bedroom, but two of the files caught their attention. One was called master edit, and the other was labeled "What we get". Gail looked at her son and then clicked on the video in the master edit folder.
The media player opened quickly and Gail set the window to full screen. The video opened with a split screen showing four different views from within the storeroom. Top left showed Trevor and Gail bound on the table, below it was the close up shot of their genitals from the camera Trevor had found. On the top right was a shot of Emma's shaven pussy from behind and showing Sherri's head beneath her, while the final angle showed the view of Emma's face hovering above Sherri's cunt. As the video played it would cut back and forth between the four shot and full views of a single camera.
"We need to tell the girls about this. They have the right to know."
"I know, but I don't have any idea of just how to breach the topic with them."
Gail was about to close the video file, when the view switched to the close up shot of her. Trevor's cock was pressing up against her lips, and she could see it pulsing against her as he began to wake up. Gail leaned against her son, while watching his cock begin to part her lips slightly. On the bed, Gail snaked her hand down into Trevor's underwear, and pull his cock out, forcing the waistband down below his balls. Trevor kissed his mother as her hand slowly stroked him. It was surreal for them to be lying together, touching one another, while watching the video of them tied together. By the time the camera had moved onto Sherri eating Emma's pussy, Gail had slid down and taken Trevor into her mouth.
Trevor reached down across his mother's ass, sliding his finger between her cheeks and across her delicate rosebud, to find her sopping cunt. While the video played on, Gail sucked her son's cock as he fingered her pussy and teased her clit and asshole. Gail was struggling with Trevor's sizable cock in her mouth, he was well endowed, but not huge, but she had not sucked a cock in a decade and as the video wore on her jaw was tiring. She could tell that he was getting close, and realized that the band of his panties was pulled tight across his urethra. This would continue to build pressure in his balls and prohibit his ability to ejaculate until the band was moved. The video forgotten, Gail increased pressure to Trevor's urethra with her forefinger, and began to piston her mouth quickly on his cock.
Trevor felt as if he would explode as his mother began her rapid fire assault. Trevor increased the speed of his hand, with three fingers now deep in his mother's vagina. As he teased her anus with his thumb, Trevor suddenly shoved it in her ass to the second knuckle. Gail felt the unexpected intrusion, and moaned around Trevor's cock as her orgasm began. She pulled the band of Trevor's panties away from his sack and relieved the pressure on his urethra, as she struggled to keep sucking him. Feeling the release, Trevor thrust his hips forward, gagging his mother as his cock began to erupt like Vesuvius. Gail could not keep her mouth on Trevor's cock as her orgasm took over, and drew her head back as rope after rope of hot cum blasted from it onto her mouth and coating her face. She had never seen so much spunk. Anyone looking at her would think that multiple men had spewed onto her face, not just a single man.
She clamped her thighs tightly to keep Trevor's hand from moving within her now ultra-sensitive pussy. They both panted heavily as they lay together in a shivering mass of flesh. Once she had recovered, Gail released Trevor's hand and rolled over to look at him.
"Look at what you have done to your poor mum." She laughed.
Mimicking a character from an old sitcom, he said. "Did I do that?", and gave a shrug of his shoulders.
Lifting his mother into his arms, Trevor stood up from the bed and carried her to the bathroom and into her walk in shower. Adjusting the water temperature, they shared a long hot shower together. They took slow and extensive stock of every inch of one another for really the first time, as they washed. While showering they also discussed how they should break the news of the video to the girls, and agreed that they would invite them for dinner the next day, and play it for them. For now it was nearly four p.m. and Gail was excited to go shopping for 'Trina', but since last night's outfit would not do for shopping, Trevor would have to accompany her. She also planned to take her son out for a big steak dinner after all if he was going to be her lover, he would need to keep his strength up!
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