It was nearly sunset when Officer Mendez pulled behind the swerving blue sedan. Flashing his lights, the driver quickly moved onto the shoulder before putting it in park and killing the engine. Calling dispatch, Mendez ran the plates to find an owner, a local teenager by the name of Jim Donovan. No prior tickets on record.
“Possible drunk teen,” he said over the radio, “shouldn’t be a problem.”
“I don’t like you making stops without a dash cam, Mendez,” said the woman in dispatch.
“Shouldn’t be a problem,” he repeated.
Stepping from the squad car, Officer Mendez noticed a lot of movement coming from the driver. Being cautious, he pulled his flashlight before approaching the window. Bending to look inside, he couldn’t have expected what he saw next.
The teenager was arching his back, cock in hand while he moaned from the orgasm. Cum had been fired across the steering wheel in long white ropes, and the rest now dribbled onto his hairless stomach. It was surprising, but a full minute passed before the teenager opened his eyes, screaming in terror when he finally noticed the smiling officer.
In a panic to dress himself, Mendez watched as the boy struggled to pull up his pants. Sperm on his hands had made everything slippery, and after multiple attempts, all Jim could do was pull his shirt down. With his face turning red, he forced a smile and squeezed his thighs together, aware that his balls were still uncovered and on display.
Mendez gave himself a moment to gawk at the young man’s figure, admiring the view while lazily chewing his lip. Jim remained quiet, still aching as the last drops oozed into his shirt, leaving a small wet spot for the officer to see.
“You been drinking?”
Jim was quick to answer, accidentally letting his hands slip. The shirt sprung free, exposing himself along with a connected string of white slime. Grabbing the shirt, he forced it down again, closing his eyes and cursing for being so careless.
“Why don’t you go ahead and step out of the car for me.”
Shuffling from his seat, the teenager needed a hand in order to make it out. Now standing, he reached for his pants when the officer stopped him.
“Take them off,” he ordered with a grin.
Jim had never gotten a ticket before, but he knew this wasn’t routine. Hesitating, Mendez tapped the large flashlight against his thigh, pointing to the ground and smiling. Nervously, he did as instructed, pushing them down and stepping out of his shoes and jeans.
Jimmy was nude from the waist down now, standing by the road and using his t-shirt to cover himself. Luckily that section of highway wasn’t very traveled, meaning little traffic. Lead to the front of his car, Mendez ordered Jim to walk the white line.
“Hey, you check that 10-55 yet,” came the voice from his radio.
Leaning into his shoulder and tilting his head, he stared at Jim’s rump as he attempted to walk a straight line. His hips swayed, and the girlish steps caused his backside to wiggle and bounce, uncovered by his small shirt.
“Checking it now.”
As the teenager made his turn, he was faced with the officer leaning on the hood of his car. Having freed his erection, it was very clear what he wanted. Slapping his thigh, he invited Jim over and pointed between his legs. With no dash cam to record it, and no traffic to see it, Mendez’s final hour on duty was a promising one.
“You know what I want.”
Jim licked his lips and dropped to his knees. It wasn’t the first time he had ever done this, but so far it had only been with Paul. Now in public, with a stranger’s cock in his hands, the feeling was very different. If he did well, he might not get a ticket. But if he performed poorly, he would be headed to jail for the night.
Cupping the man in one hand while stroking him with the other, Jim ran his nose up it’s length, opening his mouth and making eye contact. He wasn’t getting a ticket.
Shortly after sunrise the following morning, Paul arrived home and parked his truck by the road. Jim’s sedan sat in the driveway, but right behind it was a police car.
“Oh shit, that can’t be good.”
A mountain of questions began forming in Paul’s mind. Had something bad happened to his roommate, or had Jim actually called the police on him? Shutting the truck off, he slipped from his seat and headed for the door. Finding it unlocked, he stepped inside and listened carefully.
Noises came from the hallway, shuffling, mumbling. When the door to Jim’s room opened, Paul ducked behind a corner, peeking out and waiting to see who emerged. In a moment of anticlimax, Jim walked out in only his underwear. Rolling his eyes, Paul stepped out from around the corner, just as a tall police officer appeared.
Frozen in place, Paul watched the officer grab Jim by the shoulders before kissing him on the lips. Their embrace lasted a full minute, giving Jim enough time to squeeze the man’s crotch, stroking before they pulled apart. Turning, they too froze in place when finally noticing Paul, who hadn’t moved in what seemed like ages.
“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend,” the large man whispered.
“He’s not … he’s just my roommate.”
The officer smirked and waved, passing Paul who remained frozen and staring blankly in disbelief. Walking to the door, Jim gave the man a final kiss before saying goodbye and closing the door behind him. Turning, Jim took a strut by Paul, shaking his hips as he passed.
Looking back, he glared menacingly at his roommate. “One word … and you die in your sleep.”
Jim slammed his bedroom door loud enough to make Paul jump, and after a moment of silence Paul finally broke into laughter before shouting, “What the fuck just happened?!”
It was an hour before they ran into each other again. Paul had finished showering just as Jim prepared them breakfast. Now dressed for church, Paul sat at the kitchen table, smiling broadly as his roommate served him eggs and sausage.
“So,” Paul cleared his throat, “I’m not your boyfriend?”
Jim’s anger flashed as he looked up from his plate, making Paul lean back in his chair.
“I was getting out of a reckless driving ticket. And no, you’re Jennifer’s boyfriend now.”
Paul’s smile faded as he watched Jim poke his food. Chewing his tongue, Paul thought a moment before trying to cheer up his roommate. “That’s not true, man,” he said, reaching below the table and freeing himself, “she still loves you, dude.”
“Paul,” Jim sighed, “You had sex with her and my mom last night.”
“Wasn’t that what we wanted? Isn’t that what turned you on so much?”
“Yeah,” Jim’s voice carried a sadness, “I guess.”
Even with his roommate becoming depressed, Paul’s cock swelled from watching his pain. Rubbing himself under the table, he knew he could cure Jim’s dreariness, and it wouldn’t take much. Pulling his chair across the room, he sat beside him, openly stroking and smiling.
“I’m not Jennifer’s boyfriend,” Paul began, ” … we never even had sex last night.”
Jim looked up from his plate, surprised and slack-jawed. “What do you mean?”
“She couldn’t go through with it. She said she felt guilty about not giving you a second chance, that maybe you were just stressed from school or something.”
A flame began to burn in Jim’s heart. After everything Paul had done, Jennifer still loved him, so much in fact that she refused to have sex with Paul. It was more than Jim expected, but it raised his spirits and gave him hope. It was as if the room had become brighter, and his mood lifted along with it.
Paul’s smile widened. “We’re still friends, right?”
Turning in his seat, Jim reached for his plate and lowered it under Paul’s cock. “Yeah … we are.” The pre-cum began dripping over his eggs, swinging wildly as Paul stroked faster.
“So tell me what happened last night,” Jim asked.
“There isn’t much to tell. We took a cab to the hotel, and I banged your mom like you wanted me too. Jenny just watched.”
A familiar ache began growing, the unique, painful knowledge that Paul was ruining his life. It made him hurt inside, but his cock loved every second of it, and as long as he was horny, Paul could get away with anything.
“Enough about my night, I’m interested in that cop you kissed this morning.”
Jim could feel his face turn red. He was hoping to keep that a secret, but with Paul’s charm already taking over, there was no need in fighting it. “You mean Hector?” He’s the cop who pulled me over last night. We … worked out a deal, and it lead home.”
“That’s it? I wanted details,” Paul smirked, adjusting his hips and stroking slower.
This came as a surprise to Jim. Never before had Paul shown an interest in something he’d done. Perhaps he felt guilty for always being the center of attention, never giving Jim a chance to enjoy the spotlight. Then another idea began growing, was it possible that Paul was actually jealous?
“Really? You really want the details?”
“If you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine,” Paul winked, leaning forward and squeezing the outline of Jim’s cock, causing his eyes to bulge in disbelief.
Christine had just finished setting a plate of mashed potatoes when the Priest stopped by her table. Church picnics were held every two weeks, and Christine always made sure to include herself. It was a perfect day to be outside, and as Christine finished her table, she noticed Paul and Jim, smiling and heading in her direction.
“Okay, do you remember the plan?”
Jim waved to his mom and continued walking. “I do. Are you sure this’ll work?”
Paul glanced over, “She’s your mom, if she’s half as kinky as us it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“I really hope so. Because If this backfires I’m so screwed.”
“I wont let that happen. If worst comes to worst, I’ll back you up.”
Paul and Jim stepped over the curb and continued walking, stopping to let a few cars pass.
“Just do what I told you,” Paul said when they continued, “If this works, you’ll never go soft again.”
“Oh fuck yes,” Jim grinned.
Just as he finished speaking, the two arrived at Christine’s table.
“You made it!”
Jim leaned forward and embraced his mother, hugging her tightly before stepping aside and letting Paul do the same. The gray haired man smiled once they were finished, shaking hands with the two teenagers and welcoming them to the picnic.
“Christine always makes the best dishes, I’m a little jealous you two get to eat her cooking so often,” he laughed.
“You’re welcome to eat all you want, Matt, don’t let me stop you,” Christine answered.
The four bantered a few minutes, making jokes and discussing upcoming church events. During their talk, Paul relocated beside Christine while Jim took his place beside Pastor Matthew. After running out of gossip, Jim gave his roommate a nod before asking the Priest to show him around the other tables.
Once his roommate was out of earshot, Paul put his hand around Christine’s waist and smiled at her. “I have something we need to talk about.”
Jimmy could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he walked with Matthew. He was beginning to lose focus, and within seconds the old man’s words faded into noise. It was hard to keep himself together, knowing what Paul was about to tell his mother.
The Priest’s voice shook him back.
“I was just asking if you thought your mother was … ready to start dating again.”
Jim felt a lump in his throat. Looking back through the crowd, he found Paul finishing his talk with her. Although he couldn’t hear the conversation, the moment Paul was finished Jim’s mother turned and stared directly at him, her face in utter disbelief and shock.
Jim chewed his lip and smiled, timidly raising his hand and waving.
“Your mother is really something else, Jim,” mumbled Matthew, “too bad about your father, he was a lucky man.”
James swallowed and began feeling dizzy, the stimulation becoming too strong. Under his pants, Jim had worn tight briefs, trapping his erection so it wouldn’t show. It had worked, but the stress from his mother, and now learning his Priest’s horny intentions to be with her was too much to handle.
“I gotta sit down,” he announced, stepping away and heading for a bench that was unoccupied.
He watched his roommate and mother continue their talk, Paul shrugging his shoulders, his mother waving her arms before pointing at Jim. It wasn’t looking good, but each time she raised her voice, Paul would place his hand on her shoulder, calming her down.
Finally, after a nervous few minutes, Christine gave up the argument and said yes, nodding her head and looking back at her son.
“She’s in,” Paul said sitting down, “I told you.”
“It didn’t look easy.”
“Well … we knew she would flip out, we planned for that. To be honest, she gave in pretty quick.”
“So she’s okay with it?”
“She sure is, babe,” Paul grinned, reaching and squeezing Jim’s noticeable erection.
Holding his breath and closed one eye, Jimmy struggled to keep his composure. He couldn’t believe his mother had actually agreed, but as shocking as that was, another issue had appeared.
“We have a new problem.”
“Matthew. He wants to fuck her,” Jim whispered.
Paul waited before speaking. “Are you sure?”
The two were silent a moment, sitting and watching as families buzzed around the collection of picnic tables. The Priest himself had gravitated back to Christine, laughing and smiling while placing his hand on her back.
“Yeah that seems about right,” Paul grumbled.
“Will it be a problem?”
Paul thought a moment, tapping his finger against his chin before wagging it in the air. “No … no it’s not, in fact it’s perfect!”
Jim was less convinced. “How … again?”
“You’re going to thank me for this, Pal, I promise.”
Standing from the table Paul left and headed for Christine, waving for Jim to follow. The two arrived shortly after Matthew had left, leaving just the three alone. Jim could barely look his mother in the eye, her disapproving scowl becoming very oppressive.
“Don’t be that way, honey,” Paul said, stepping up and putting his arm around her waist, “we’re all in this together, right?”
Christine shook her head in disappointment, still giving her son the stink eye. “I can’t believe you James.”
“Okay,” Paul started, ready to get everything into the open, “Christine, we just learned something about Pastor Matthew.”
“He wants to sex with you, mom.”
Christine’s attention shifted, looking puzzled as Paul smiled at her.
“It’s true,” Paul confirmed, “and I think this is a perfect way to start our new arrangement.”
Christine and Jim were stunned.
“Here’s the plan-”
“Wait a minute!” Christine shouted, “This isn’t what we talked about, Paul, I never said I would-”
“You said you were okay with it-”
“Only if it was you! I didn’t agree to fuck my Priest!”
Jim and Paul waved their hands and shushed her. Luckily the noise and festivities were too loud for anyone to pick up their conversation. After a moment to cool down, Paul began again.
“I never said you had to fuck him. But since everything is in the open, I think it would be good to give Jim his first show, don’t you?”
Christine looked angrily at her son, “Little pervert,” she muttered.
“I’m sorry, mom,” Jim replied timidly, hoping his erection wasn’t obvious.
Paul smiled, “Great. So here’s the plan: Jim will go tell Matthew that he needs to make some confessions, and I’ll block him while you two go inside the church and get into place. That confessional is big enough for two people, so when he steps inside, Christine will be waiting on him.
“You don’t have to fuck him, but do whatever strikes your fancy, I want you to have fun in there. The point is that Jim will be watching through that little mesh window. Now Jim, obviously you have to act stupid, so pretend like you don’t hear or see anything.”
“Got it. What do I confess?”
“Doesn’t matter, he’ll be too busy to care what you say.”
Christine and Jim both nodded, waiting a moment before Paul gave the signal to leave. Heading toward Matt, Jim stopped and spoke with him, saying he really needed to confess some things. The priest was more than happy to accept, and as they started walking Paul stepped up and stopped him.
Jim waved at Matthew and pointed inside, getting an understanding nod before disappearing. Practically racing to the confessional, he swallowed and opened the door, stepping inside and kneeling down.
Silence greeted him until he noticed his mother on the other side, she too had gotten on her knees. When they finally made eye contact, Jim worried his cock would explode before the Priest even arrived.
“I can’t believe you, Jim,” she whispered.
“I’m sorry, mom, but Paul came home and started bragging about it.”
“So your roommate has sex with your mother, and the first thing you think of is watching us do it?”
“He wouldn’t stop talking about it! All the dirty stuff you did, the nasty kinky stuff-”
“Oh my god, Jim.”
“He told me about the mean stuff you said too.”
Christine broke eye contact, staring blankly at the wall.
“Yeah … he told me all of it,” Jim confessed.
She finally bit her lip, looking back with more shame than before. ” … Did that turn you on too?”
Jim squeezed his cock behind the divider, “I fucking loved it.”
Christine scoffed and turned away again, tapping her finger nervously. Slowly turning back, she lifted herself enough to look in the mesh window, getting a glimpse of her son masturbating. Suddenly the church door opened, and footsteps began approaching.
Getting into place, Jim covered his cock while his mother shuffled back, waiting on the older man to enter. As the door swung open, Matt hesitated stepping inside, confused by what he was seeing. Reaching out Christine took him by the pants, Pulling him in and standing him by the small window.
“Father is that you?”
Matthew cleared his throat, breathless as Christine whispered something into his ear. Quickly, she unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, dropping to her knees again. Unable to see through the window while standing, he trusted the mother to watch for him.
“Ahem, yes, yes my son.”
Jim was able to see without issue. The man’s cock, even soft was thick and stubby, his balls seemed enormous, even larger than Paul’s. Christine had started to kiss it, softly around the head before working down the shaft and cupping his balls. Swallowing, Jim held his breath as his mother looked over at him, their eyes meeting as her tongue slipped under one of his nuts, bouncing it in her face.
“I have some confessions I need to make,” Jim started.
“Oohh … yes of course, please, take your time my son,” Matthew said, unable to avoid moaning.
As planned, Jim sold himself being stupid, unaware of the sucking and kissing noises coming from the other side. Still jerking below the divider, he had to stop each time he spoke, giving himself breath to speak.
“I need to confess that I had … sexual fantasies about my girlfriend Jennifer.”
“Oh fuck,” Matthew moaned under his breath, loud enough for Jim to hear. “That isn’t … oh, that is only natural, my son. At your age … Mmm, these thoughts can get the better of you. But it’s nothing to … nothing to fret over.”
Jim could see what was so distracting. His mother had lifted the old man’s balls, pushing her nose and mouth far under them. Her hand worked feverishly as she jerked him, but her tongue had ventured so far back that it was practically touching his ass.
“Thank you, father, that helps me feel better. I still have another confession … if that’s okay.”
“Oh yes … yes … don’t stop.”
Jim could barely contain himself now. His mother had moved the old man, turning him to the window and pointing his fat, drooling cock directly at Jim. Behind him, she had pushed her face into the crack of Matt’s ass, spreading his cheeks and digging her tongue deep into the smelly brown hole.
Jim thought for a moment, unsure what to confess next. Then, in a spark of devilish lust, he knew exactly what to say. Something that would not only get a reaction from the Priest, but also his mother.
“I wanted to confess that … uhm, I still miss my father.”
Matthew released a moan as her tongue pushed deeper. Her hand began to speed up, and the priest looked like he wouldn’t make it much longer.
Hearing a chuckle surprised him, and the priest began quietly laughing, soon joined by Christine who giggled before Matthew cleared his throat and began speaking again. “Yes … we all miss your father,” he said, giving another breathy laugh.
Reaching behind him, Matthew spread his own cheeks in order to open himself more. As he did this, he began pushing, trying to help her tongue go even deeper.
“Ahem, yes … he was a very good man … Ooh … I know your mother really misses him the most.”
“Oh yes … yes … she told how much she misses him,” Matthew and Christine gave another quiet laugh.
Jim couldn’t wait much longer, and from the huge twitching cock he was watching, the Priest couldn’t either.
“But he’s … gone … and he’s, uhm … ohh … he’s never coming back … ever. So we have to … find comfort, oh god … and move on with our … ughh, lives!”
As the priest finished his sentence his cock finally erupted, firing shot after shot against the small mesh window. Some began to seep through the tiny holes, and as Jim began firing his own load, he leaned forward and pressed his tongue against the warm liquid that leaked through.
“Thank you, father,” Jim huffed, “this means so much to me.”
Jim hid his face as Christine and Matthew checked the small window, making sure he hadn’t seen anything. When they knew he wasn’t looking, Jim’s mother helped clean the Pastor, giggling quietly and whispering something he couldn’t hear.
When Jim finally looked up, finished with cleaning himself, he was frozen to notice Matthew’s large hand in the window, the middle finger raised for only a second before his mother giggled and more whispering began.
“Uhm, ahem, is there anything else, my son?”
“No, sir. I finished.”
For the rest of the picnic, Matthew continued hovering near Jimmy, smiling obnoxiously anytime the two made eye contact. James knew how much the priest was mocking him, laughing behind his back whenever his mother disappeared.
Sitting with Paul and preparing to leave, he watched Matthew and Christine talking together. As humiliating as it had been, Paul’s prediction was right: Jim’s cock simply wouldn’t go soft.
“Ready to head home?”
Jim looked up, finishing his last bite of Christine’s potato salad.
“Yeah I suppose,” he said, staring into space. “Hey, let me ask you something.”
“Shouldn’t you be jealous … about mom, and Matthew?”
Paul glanced at them, watching Christine feed the priest like they were lovers.
“Not at all.”
Jim was surprised. “Really? Even after what they did?”
Paul grinned, putting his arm around Jim’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I always get the last laugh.”
Jim tilted his head, leaning as Paul whispered into his ear.
“While you three were busy, I took Christine’s potato salad and jerked off into it. Really big load, the first I’ve blown since last night.”
Jim’s eyes stretched open, looking down at his own plate, then across the field as his mother spoon fed the priest more of the same.
Jim started laughing, and as they stood up, Paul put his arm around Jim’s waist, pulling him close as they turned and headed home.
Jennifer needed to cum again. Twice in the shower simply wasn’t enough, and although she had already dressed, the urge was stronger than her willpower.
On the bed, she rolled back before lifting her knees and pulling off her jeans. Panties came next, the wetness clinging to her skin before being tossed to the floor.
Unable to keep it off her mind, Jenny laid down and began fingering herself, getting lost in the memories of each time she cheated. Paul would likely call her a ‘dirty girl’ for enjoying it so much, but the pleasure couldn’t be resisted.
Thinking back to the first time she betrayed her boyfriend, those same feelings of excitement returned. Jimmy had left her alone with Paul, something she hated at the time, but within ten minutes she was trying to make him cum.
She could feel a heat between her legs, the fast beating in her chest, and the fear of Jimmy catching them. It mixed into something never felt before, and it was intoxicating.
Paul’s cock was far bigger than Jim’s, and although she made promises that size didn’t matter, it did. His heft, thickness and smell, plus a heavy flow of precum made Paul into a monster of sexual desire. As much as it excited her, the real surprise was watching him cum. Having only ever seen Jimmy’s pathetic dribble, Jenny was in shock by the powerful jets Paul fired.
On top of making another man cum, she had also helped him tarnish Jim’s belongings. Sitting nearly three feet away, her boyfriend’s textbooks had been splattered by Paul’s chunky mess. Somehow, without understanding why, she loved it.
“Fuck that felt good,” Paul had told her, flicking his cock and throwing more droplets across the room.
Jenny wasn’t sure how to respond, but her panties were completely soaked, something Jim had never caused. Lust quickly outweighed guilt, and she thanked Paul for showing her how much he could cum.
When Jimmy finally came back, there was an overwhelming urge to laugh in his face. “I just made your roommate cum,” she screamed in her mind, wishing she could actually tell him.
Instead, she secretly helped Paul cum two more times that night. First during dinner, jerking him under the table until he unloaded a mess onto Jim’s pants; and again when she returned for her purse, giving Paul a blow-job and losing herself in the act.
It only became more fun from then on. Cheating behind her boyfriend’s back was a thrill that never got old, and seeing how far they could push his stupidity felt amazing.
Arching her back, Jenny’s fingers pushed deeper. Cumming for a third time, the bed sheets below her pussy were ruined, completely soaked over the thoughts of Paul and how great it was to betray Jim.
Catching her breath, Jenny rolled over and sat up, pulling herself to the edge of the bed. Morning was only starting, but she had a good feeling about today, suddenly wondering how much she would cum whenever she finally dumped her boyfriend.
“So you haven’t heard from her?”
Paul closed the refrigerator, carrying his bowl of cereal into the living room. Jim followed close behind, unable to look away from his roommate’s bare ass. Sitting slowly on the couch, Paul was careful not to spill his breakfast.
“No,” he said, bringing the spoon to his mouth, “she won’t answer my calls either.”
It had been a week since the church gathering, and so far Christine had gone silent. Everything else had returned to normal, including Jenny’s daily skype calls, and the bromance between Jimmy and Paul.
“Do you think she’s still upset? She seemed pretty mad about me wanting to watch.”
Paul chewed a mouthful of crunch berries, sniffing before leaning back and propping his feet on the coffee table. “Nah, she’s probably just busy with work or something.”
A day hadn’t gone by that Jim wasn’t thankful to Paul for helping him at church. Getting to watch Christine rim his priest was beyond wild, and he loved it. Ever since, the two of them had been trying to come up with new plans, hoping to find something just as exciting.
“Oh, I thought of something we could do,” Jim said, choosing to tidy up the room while his roommate relaxed.
“What about a three-way with Hector?”
“That cop you shacked up with?”
“Nah, that’s gay.”
Jim stopped what he was doing and crossed his arms. “What’s your point?”
Paul began slurping at his cereal bowl, loudly drinking the milk. When finished, he sat the bowl on the coffee table and rubbed his stomach, sighing with relief. “I’m not gay,” he said, grinning at Jim.
“Dude,” he scoffed, raising an eyebrow, “you let me suck your cock in bed this morning.”
Clearing his throat, Paul sat up and smiled. “Right, that makes you gay, not me.”
“Hey I don’t judge, I’m just not into guys.”
The two broke into laughter, unable to take themselves seriously any longer. Over the course of their friendship, Paul and Jim had become more than close, allowing for a very strange relationship.
“Okay then, what do you want to do?” Jim asked.
Rubbing his chin, Paul thought a moment before finally answering. “Why don’t we invite the girls over for a little party?”
Paul adjusted how he sat, leaning forward and smiling. “Yeah, there’s a big fight coming on tonight. If we get Jenny and Christine to come, we can drink and see what happens.”
Jim tapped his foot against the floor. “Oh I know what’ll happen: you’ll get to fool around with mom and Jenny, and I have to pretend I don’t see it, right?”
“Is that a bad plan?”
“I didn’t say that,” Jim smirked.
Paul hummed for a moment, tapping a finger against his thigh. “What if I also have a surprise planned for you?”
Jim tilted his head. “What kind of surprise?”
“Well if I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise would it?”
“Fine,” Jim grinned, “so what comes first?”
“Well … we need to invite them over. We can call Jenny through Skype, but since your mom won’t answer her phone you’ll need to go get her.”
Jim reached for his laptop, lifting it from the coffee table and handing it over. He wasn’t sure how things got so out of control, but he was okay with it. Having Hector as his fallback made it easier to give up Jenny and Christine. He still cared about his girlfriend, and was hoping they could patch up whatever damage his roommate had caused, but part of him still wanted to see them together, to feel the anguish and excitement of watching her cheat.
“You want me to call?” Paul asked, opening the laptop.
“Why not? We know she’s into you … I might as well give up, right? Like you said: I should just listen to my dick.”
Paul was momentarily transfixed by his roommate’s masturbation, seeing just how excited he was. “Shit,” he chuckled, “if you keep it up, I’ll just take everything you care about.”
“Yeah,” Jim laughed, stroking faster, “that would be so terrible.”
With them both fully erect, Paul made the call to Jenny, putting the computer on his lap and aiming it upwards. When she finally answered, she was surprised to find Paul on the screen, since the call was made from Jim’s profile.
“Hey, babe,” he said smoothly.
“What are you doing on Jim’s laptop?” she asked, confused.
“Oh that loser left it open, I thought I’d give you a ring.”
Jenny couldn’t suppress her smile, wiggling as she leaned closer. “So you’re all alone then?”
“That’s right, baby. How’re you doing this morning?”
“Horny,” she said bluntly, “and my pussy is still a little sore from that fucking you gave me.”
Paul’s eyes grew large, glancing over at Jim before awkwardly coughing into his fist. Jim’s reaction was what he expected, his mouth hanging open while he lurched forward, as if he had just been punched in the stomach.
“Oh come on,” Paul said awkwardly, trying not to look at his roommate, “that was over a week ago.”
“Well I’m ready for more, baby, I want that big cock again,” she moaned.
“Then you’re gonna like what I have planned. Tonight, around eight, Jim and I are gonna watch a pay-per-view fight, and I want you to join us.”
Jenny’s zipper could be heard lowering through the speakers. “What about my stupid boyfriend?”
“We’ll get him drunk, so when he passes out it’ll just be us … and maybe Christine.”
“His mom?” she puzzled a moment, taking a breath as her hand went down the front of a new clean pair of panties. “That could work, we can take turns distracting him.”
“Sounds great,” Paul chuckled, moving the laptop back until his cock sprang into view, “I’m ready whenever you are.”
Jim swallowed, catching a smirk from his roommate. “I knew you fucking lied to me,” he silently mouthed. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but not an unexpected one. Knowing they had sex didn’t change the situation, but it left a pain in Jim’s chest.
With nothing to do but watch, he dropped to his knees and continued masturbating as his roommate and girlfriend continued their skype sex. Talking dirty with each other, insulting him, and finally both reaching orgasm, Paul’s big load was the only thing to distract Jim from his heartache.
After they hung up, Paul moved the laptop aside and took a deep breath. Looking down at Jim, he grinned. “You’re welcome, bitch.”
“Fuck you, man,” Jim said weakly, still masturbating, “you told me she had second thoughts about it.”
Paul scooted forward, spreading his legs more. “Okay, I lied about the sex, but she really did have second thoughts.”
“Of course she did, man, she’s your girlfriend. I mean, I still fucked her pretty hard, but she was having doubts in the beginning.”
Jim’s stomach churned. He could almost vomit from the mix of crushing heartache and blissful humiliation, but as bad as it felt, his cock knew only happiness. Trying to focus on the pleasure, he shuffled closer, bringing himself between Paul’s legs. “Did you feel good doing it?
Paul’s smile grew. “Well … do you remember all the stuff I said your mom did? The dirty talk about your dad, about you, how she licked my ass and all that?”
Jim swallowed. “Y-Yeah?”
“She did most of it while I was nailing Jenny, so yeah it was great,” he laughed.
Looking at the deluge of sperm Paul had released across his thighs and stomach, Jim’s mouth practically watered. “She’s going to dump me though,” he mumbled, “you’re stealing my girlfriend.”
Paul used a thumb to raise his softened cock, the tip oozing a small glob of sperm. “Come on, man, who holds more blame? Sure I nailed her – and I probably will steal her from you … but you’re not a victim here.”
Jim’s heart felt heavier, as if the impending talk had been a long time coming.
“For each blow-job she’s given me, you’ve given me twice as much. Yeah she cheated on you, but haven’t you been cheating on her – with me?”
“Th-That’s different, you two had sex.”
“So what did you and Hector spend all night doing?”
Jim turned his eyes to the floor.
“Don’t get all pouty,” Paul grinned, “aren’t you happier this way? So what if Jenny ends up with me instead of you? We’re pals, I’ve got your back, man. Besides – she still doesn’t know about us. Do you really want to go back to a normal life and stop all this fun?”
“Of course I do!” Jim shouted, having given no thought to his words.
Paul frowned, reaching and grabbing the back of Jim’s head. “Right now, if you had to choose … which would it be: Go back to a normal life with her … or lick up my spunk?”
Jim’s mind froze. He had been with Jenny for years, they had shared memories, made friends together, and enjoyed being with each other. It was normal, it was familiar, it was everything he had known until Paul entered his life.
Looking down at the chunky white mess, the odor of sperm invaded his brain. What in life meant more than being happy? If his mother was happy with Paul, and Jenny was happy with Paul, then why couldn’t he be happy too? Giving in seemed easier than fighting it, so Jim pushed his tongue out, and began dragging it across Paul’s thigh, scooping up several globs of semen.
“Good boy,” his roommate chuckled, “that’s more like it.”
Jim tried not to think, he didn’t want to, yet the thoughts came anyway. Losing his mother to Paul was easier than Jenny, after all she was a grown woman, a widow, she had the right to choose who she was with.
Jennifer was different. It wasn’t easy to lose her after everything they had been through. Sure, they hadn’t been together but a couple years, but it had been the start of something.
“Do you think Jennifer was happy with you?” Paul asked.
Jim’s tongue stopped licking, leaving a long white string of cum hanging from his mouth.
“Have you given any thought to what makes her happy?” Paul smiled before pushing his cock onto Jim’s lips. “I’ll give you a hint-”
It was past 11 when Christine finally climbed out of the shower. A late start was usually something she hated, but today was different, today she was in a good mood. Being awoken with a stimulating phone call, Chris had energy to burn as she raced to get ready, preparing for her gentleman caller. It wasn’t every day she could cut loose and have fun, so she was going to make the most of it.
Sorting through a collection of lingerie, she found the matching pieces to a set she hadn’t worn in years. Laying them out on her bed, she took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. Age was catching up, but she held her figure well. A large rump that didn’t disappoint, big breasts that sagged, not from age, but from size, and best of all her muff, nearly hairless and sticky with passion.
Reaching for the black pair of panties, she jumped as the doorbell rang. A flush of excitement ran through her again, and without dressing she pranced through the house, bouncing and jiggling the entire way.“You got here quick!” she shouted.
Reaching the front door, Christine hid behind it before letting him in. Ready to surprise, she gave no thought before jumping out and into the arms of the man who had stepped into her home.
Nearly knocked backwards by his own mother’s chest, Jim stumbled before regaining his footing. An awkward moment of silence began as the two looked at each other, Christine fully nude, and her son practically drooling from both ends.
“Uh, hi, mom … is this a bad time?”
A thousand thoughts ran through Christine’s mind as she stood there. Should I cover myself? It would make little difference in the long run, since he would eventually see her with Paul. Should I yell at him? Seeing how it wasn’t his fault, but rather hers, yelling seemed inappropriate. Do I at least make him leave? With plenty of time before her lover arrived, it was needless to send him away before seeing what he wanted.
Weighing the options in her mind, the only thing she could think of, was to simply go on with her day. “Uhm, no … I guess not. Close the door, I was just getting dressed.” Feeling a little shy from her son’s gawking, she walked away and headed back to her room.
“Are you sure? It-It looked like you were expecting someone,” said Jim, following behind and staring at the way her asscheeks bounced.
“I am,” she admitted, walking into her room, “but I have some time before he gets here. What’s on your mind?”
Jim seemed completely befuddled, unsure how to react to his mother’s nudity. “Well … I guess you’re not mad at me anymore?”
Christine chewed her bottom lip, reaching for the lingerie bra and clasping it around herself. “You mean from church? No, I guess not. I’ve had time to think it over, and I guess I can’t blame you … or judge you … not after the things I’ve done with Paul.”
Pulling the dark stockings up her legs, they stretched until stopping mid-thigh, straining against the extra thickness she had gained in recent years. The panties still fit, although they were tighter than before, mainly around her plump backside.
“Paul is kinda the reason I came over,” Jim admitted, now admiring how sexy Christine looked in the black lingerie.
Her attention changed immediately. “What about Paul?”
“Oh … uh, he came up with a plan, so that we could all hang out together … and I could finally watch you two.”
Chris turned away, hiding her grin. “Oh really?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the only thing I came to talk about.”
Turning, she beckoned her son as she walked past him, heading back into the living room. Wearing the full laced setup felt better than being nude, but now she was intrigued by her son’s distress.
Sitting in the living room were two big recliners, both facing each other. They had been bought years ago, one for Christine, and the other for her husband. As they entered the room, Chris sat down in her’s, while Jim sat in his father’s.
“Okay,” she cleared her throat, “what’s bothering you?”
Jim seemed to shift in his seat, almost afraid to begin. After a moment, the words started flowing. “Back in the church … when we were in the confessional-”
“I told Matthew I missed dad.”
Christine could see the anxiety on her son’s face. “It’s okay, Jim.” Staying quiet, similar to a moment of silence for the dead, Christine eventually continued. “Why is that bothering you though? Has something happened?”
Jim shook his head. “No. Well … kind of …. “
“Just tell me, sweetie.”
Jim took a breath, rubbing his hands on his thighs. “Well I had a … talk, with Paul this morning. It got me thinking about stuff, about Jenny … about you, and where this is all going.”
Christine only listened, not wanting to interrupt her son’s admissions.
“Jenny is going to dump me for Paul,” Jim confessed, staring at his mother’s feet, “but I guess I knew that was coming – and I’m okay with it. The thing is … I’m actually happy with everything Paul’s done … and that’s the problem.”
Chris tilted her head, unsure what her son was alluding to.
“Mom … am I a bad person?”
“No, honey, of course not!” The words came before she had time to think.
“Well … spending time with Paul has changed me … I don’t feel like a normal person anymore – that’s why I mentioned the confessional, and how I said I missed dad.”
Christine leaned forward and took her son’s hand, causing her bra to heave and strain against the weight of her breast. “Why on earth would missing your father make you a bad person?”
Jim swallowed nervously. “Because I don’t really miss him, and I only said it to help Priest Matthew cum.”
Christine felt a rush of heat between her legs, quickly moistening the fabric of her panties. Her son’s words had barely registered in her brain before she replied, “Well it certainly worked, he shot a big load.”
Jim gave a soft laugh, easing the tension. “Yeah,” he admitted, “I think he liked hearing me say it. But … isn’t that bad?”
Christine now took her time answering, trying to choose her words carefully. “Maybe,” she began, “but it’s not like you hurt anyone by saying it. Sometimes it’s not easy knowing what’s good or bad – after all, isn’t it good that we made him cum? Don’t we get points for making him happy?”
Jim thought about it, looking down and watching his mother’s toes wiggle.
Christine smiled, trying to steer the conversation into a darker place. “Did you know Matthew was always jealous of your father?”
“Really? Of Dad?” Jim looked up.
“He sure was. And he would flirt with me anytime your father wasn’t around.”
“What a great guy,” he said mockingly.
Breaking eye contact with her son, she quickly noticed the erection that had grown in his pants. Likely from seeing her nude, Chris still couldn’t deny the awkward vibe that hung around them.
“Wanna hear something crazy he did?” she asked nervously.
Jim leaned in. “Totally.”
“He actually hit on me during your father’s funeral.”
Christine searched her son’s face for a reaction, curious how he would reply. Raising his eyebrows, it seemed he was shocked more than upset.
“Wow … what a horny scumbag,” he chuckled, easing the tension even further.
“I know, right?” Christine reached between her legs, adjusting her panties as Jim watched. “I was standing beside your father’s casket when he hugged me.”
“I remember that … you pushed him away and left.”
“You probably couldn’t see it, but he got grabby with my butt,” she laughed, still feeling nervous, “I didn’t want to make a scene so I just walked away.”
“Jeez, and right next to the casket.”
“I know, right?”
Jim sat up in his seat, finally reaching between his legs and giving his cock a hard squeeze. Christine watched the entire time, until at long last, Jim completely dissolved the room’s angst.
“Instead of pushing him off … you should have given him a blowjob right there.”
Christine gave a burst of laughter, making her son smile and stroke himself. “You’re completely right, I could have made him cum right beside your father,” she giggled, now openly rubbing herself.
Jim’s laughter followed hers. “That would have been awesome, the whole family could have watched.”
Chris bit her lip and smiled, happy that her son was growing as twisted as she was. Spreading her legs, she gave him a better view when pulling her panties to the side, revealing the sticky mound below. “See? Saying that doesn’t make you a bad person,” she moaned, using her fingers to spread apart her labia, giving her son a better look, “It makes you a good person for bringing someone pleasure.”
Jim could only gasp, leaning forward and muttering his astonishment. “Jeez … wow, mom.”
“You like it?”
Nearly leaving his seat, Jim leaned even closer, causing his mother’s legs to widen. “It’s so different from Jennifer’s,” he admitted, causing his mother to feel self-conscious.
“What do you mean?”
Jim swallowed, still rubbing himself. “Yours is really puffy and thick … her’s is just … plain.”
Chris used her fingers to squeeze the sides of her pussy together, squishing and creating squelching sounds. “So you do like it?”
“I love it, mom. It looks … delicious.”
She could actually see her son drooling, slurping and swallowing before spittle could run over his lip. “How happy do you think Paul and Matthew are,” she snickered, “knowing they get your mom’s pussy for free, just because your dad is dead?”
Jim looked like he could barely contain himself, the question making him jitter with arousal. “They must be really happy, mom.”
“Are you happy too?”
Jim looked up, locking with her eyes. “I’m really glad he’s dead. There … I said it.”
Christine closed her legs, quivering as she took a breath, feeling the muscles in her pussy contract and tighten as she groped herself. “Oh god, Jimmy,” she moaned, feeling no remorse for just how twisted she had become.
“That’s the same thing you told Paul right? When you had sex with him?”
“Yes, baby, that’s what I said.”
Opening her eyes, she found her son had now dropped between her legs, a place he seemed to enjoy if what Paul said was true.
“Did you really mean it though?” he asked, nearly out of breath.
“Yes I did, honey” she sighed, “your father dying has been the best gift he ever gave me. I’ve never been happier.”
Jim groaned, unable to stop his orgasm. Desperately pulling out his cock, his balls were emptied across everything below him, primarily his mother’s feet. Twitching with each convulsion, squirt after squirt made it’s way out, landing across the floor, and the stockings that covered Christine’s legs.
“Did that feel good, baby?” she giggled, lifting her foot and tapping his cock, “Do you still think you’re a bad person?”
Jim whimpered as his orgasm subsided, leaving him weakened and drained. Sitting back, he flopped against the base of his father’s recliner, still watching his mother play with her thick, meaty pussy. “I am a bad person,” he admitted, “but … I think we’re better off with dad gone.”
“You’re right, sweetie,” she agreed, “he’s better off dead.”
Pulling himself off the floor, Jim crashed back into the chair, taking a breath as his mother wore a constant smirk. “So … what now?” he asked.
“Well,” Christine began, “to sum everything up: we are both really bad people, everyone is happy that your father died, and we’ve enjoyed everything since then.”
“Sounds right to me.”
“Oh!” she squeaked, “you were telling me about a plan Paul had?”
Composing himself, Jim began explaining the party, and how she was invited to it. Jenny would be coming as well, and they would take turns distracting him, allowing for the other person to fool around with Paul. Already revved up and horny, Christine was more than excited to join. However, the day was young, and there was plenty of time before the big fight.
Standing from her chair, her pussy left a large wet spot of drool behind as she marched off into the kitchen. Jim followed, taking his mother’s advice and getting something to drink.
Standing by the sink, Christine hummed contently. “I guess he should be here any minute now,” she said, watching Jim’s eyes light up with intrigue.
“Oh right,” he said, “you were expecting someone.”
“You should know who it is … I don’t think you’re that stupid,” she giggled.
“It’s Matthew, right?”
“Nice,” he chuckled, “did dad ever know about him flirting with you?”
Tapping her glass of water with a painted fingernail, she thought a moment before finally shaking her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh,” Jim said, sounding slightly disappointed, “well I’m happy Matthew finally got one over on dad.”
Christine’s grin looked fiendish. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep talking that way.”
Her son almost blushed, if he were not already red faced and flushed from cumming minutes ago. “Oh?” he smiled back, “Well I think it’s too bad you couldn’t give Matthew that blowjob beside dad’s casket. Having him blow a load on dad’s face would have been great, a real fuck you before sticking him in the ground.”
Christine’s fingers had already slipped back into her pussy, hanging onto every word her son said.
“Dad deserved it,” he added.
“God, Jimmy,” Christine finally gasped, forcing herself to stop masturbating, “you are a bad person.” With a diabolic smile, she walked on shaky legs past her son, stopping to squeeze his re-hardened cock. “I’m still way worse,” she whispered into his ear, making him shudder.
Waiting around in the living room, Christine and Jim were still at the peak of arousal, murmuring to each other about different sexual situations. Jim couldn’t resist admitting how much he liked Paul, slightly embarrassed that he had consumed more of his semen than his mother and girlfriend combined.
“Well that’s probably why Jenny is going to dump you,” she joked, “you’re getting more action from Paul than she is!”
Christine no longer kept secret what she found erotic or taboo. After learning that her son was becoming as twisted as she was, there was no need to hold back. Her main attraction so far had been the guilty pleasure of her own husband’s death. Each insult Jim dispensed toward him, whether honest or made up, sent shivers down her spine, causing her pussy to tighten and beg for attention.
“If Matt doesn’t get here soon, I’m going to end up smothering you to death with my pussy,” she laughed, being openly crude and sexual with her own son.
“There are worst ways to die,” he laughed, winking at his mother like she was his teenage crush.
Christine giggled back, catching the joke about his own father. Then, as she opened her mouth to respond, someone knocked at the front door.
“Finally!” Jim scoffed, “It’s a good thing he isn’t delivering pizza or something.”
It was now after 12, and the two had become tired of waiting. Keeping each other horny, they had devised several different scenarios that they could enjoy once Matthew actually arrived. The problem was only where to start first.
“How do you want to do this?” Jim asked as they both walked toward the front door.
“Let’s explain everything first, then see what he thinks.”
Nodding, Jim reached out and opened the door, swinging it inward while stepping away. The bright morning sun made it hard for Matthew to see inside the house, so as he entered his eyes needed to adjust to the darkness.
Once they did, the first thing he noticed was Christine, standing in the middle of the room with her hands perched on her hips and dressed in stunning black lingerie. Using a single finger to beckon him over, the older man quickly embraced and kissed her, breathing heavily as he ravenously groped her body.
Jim was able to close the door behind them without Matt even noticing, but after a minute of watching them make out, they finally finished. Unaware that Jim was standing behind him, Matthew reached between Christine’s legs to feel her sticky wetness, shocked at how ready she was.
“Oh gosh, baby,” he moaned, acting like a man who hadn’t had sex in twenty years, “you’re on fire!”
Crossing his arms, Jim held back laughter as his mother failed in her attempt to speak, trying to tell Matt that she wanted to talk. Finally grabbing him by the face, she loudly declared that there was something important to discuss. Trying to calm himself, the older priest took a few breaths and stayed quiet, now crudely tugging at the erection in his khakis.
“Last week at church,” she began, “when we had fun in the confessional.”
“Oh fuck, I loved that so much,” he interrupted.
Christine paused. “ … Tell me what you enjoyed about it.”
Dropping to her knees, the middle aged mother began unzipping his pants, undoing his belt and causing it to drop to the floor. The same thick cock Jim had seen before sprang out, oozing from it’s big mushroom as his mother began teasing it, using only her nose to stroke its length.
“Oh lord in heaven, Christine,” Matthew gushed, visibly shaking, “I-I-I loved it all,” he stammered, unable to focus as she touched him.
“Details,” she demanded, “did you like how my stupid son was next to us?”
Jim stifled a groan as his cock twitched, biting his lip before quietly sneaking across the room and ducking behind his father’s recliner.
Matt had closed his eyes, moaning into his sentence. “Mmmm-yes, I loved that. He really is stupid, just like you said.”
Christine had grinned when she watched Jim hide, now massaging the priest’s heavy ballsack. “Stupid just like his dead father,” she purred, brushing her lips over the shaft, “what did you think when he said he missed his poor daddy?”
Matthew struggled to stay balanced, becoming light-headed from the stimulation. Christine quickly noticed, and pushed him toward the same chair Jim was hiding behind. Letting the large man fall into it, it rocked backwards and collided with her son’s skull, knocking him to the floor. Luckily Matt was facing the other way, and was far too busy to notice the thump, or understand Christine’s burst of laughter.
“I thought it was great,” he groaned, lifting his right leg and propping it onto the chair’s armrest, “one loser missing another loser.”
Christine smiled devilishly. “It was great.” Leaning forward, she suddenly took his cock in her mouth. The mixture of heat and suction was divine, and his eyes rolled back as she performed several hard sucks, bobbing her head as his cock touched the back of her throat.
From the corner of her eye, she could see her son struggle to his feet and rub his head, giving a quick thumbs up before shuffling back into hiding. Continuing to suck, she dropped her left arm around the side of the chair, out of view from Matthew’s eyes, and raised her middle finger where she knew her son was.
“Aren’t you glad my husband is finally dead?” Christine asked, creating a loud suctioned pop as she pulled off his cock.
“Fuck,” he grimaced, feeling one of Christine’s wet fingers teasing his asshole, “Oh lord forgive me, I am glad … I’m so fucking glad he’s dead.”
Christine laughed, rewarding his response with another flurry of rapid sucks, forcing his length down her throat until she finally gagged and pulled away. Knowing it was easier to manipulate men while they were horny, she continued to drive the subject, enjoying that Jim was listening.
“I’m sorry I pushed you away at my husband’s funeral,” she moaned, causing his eyes to open and look down at her, “I should have sucked your cock right next to his corpse.”
“Jesus, Christine,” he moaned, “what’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so horny before.”
“I’ll explain soon, baby … but for now-”she bit her lip, shoving an index finger inside him, “I want to know why you were so horny at my husband’s funeral. Why did you squeeze my ass in front of everyone?”
Matthew now looked like he was being interrogated, his cock getting pumped by one hand while the other twisted and worked a finger even deeper. Clenching his teeth together as her finger pushed against his prostate, Matt could hardly keep himself together, nearing the verge of eruption.
“Oh jeez,” he groaned, “I just couldn’t control myself,” he began explaining. “I was so horny, and I thought you felt the same way.”
Christine smiled, feeling his ass tighten around her finger as his cock twitched. Slowly removing the finger, she gently let go of his cock and began rubbing his balls with both hands. “Don’t you dare cum yet,” she ordered. “I have a fun surprise for you.”
Matthew moaned, whining as Christine slapped his hand away each time he reached for his cock. “Fuck,” he chuckled, “just don’t tell me your husband came back to life. I’ve really been enjoying how worms are turning him into shit.”
Christine moaned in response.
Smiling, Matt leaned forward, lowering his leg and trying not to play with himself. “You’re really getting into it today,” he chuckled.
“Just one more,” she said, “If you could tell my son how you really felt about his dad, what would you tell him?”
From the look of delight on Matt’s face, it was clear he had no suspicions of Jim actually hearing him. Watching Christine masturbate fueled him, knowing how much it turned her on, and wanting to please her with the longest answer he could give.
“I would tell the little faggot that his daddy died like a bitch, that I hated his guts, and that I’m glad he’s dead!” Christine’s moan made him continue. “Then I would laugh in his face, tell him how much I fuck his mom, and let him know that I’ve pissed on his dad’s grave twice already!”
Christine closed her eyes, leaning back as her fingers drilled her pussy. “You’re so bad,” she moaned.
“That’s not all, I would also make him-”
Christine’s eyes snapped opened, sitting up and reaching for Matthew’s arm. “Stop! Stop! Enough, whatever it is don’t tell me – I want to save it.”
Matt chuckled. “Save it for what, baby?”
Christine got to her knees before slowly standing up, her hand still trapped between her legs. “For when you actually do it.”
“Huh? Do what?”
“Save your plans for when you actually do them to my son.”
Matthew looked puzzled, not quite believing what he was hearing. “What do you mean, babe? This is just dirty talk-”
“So you wouldn’t really say all that him?” Christine asked, acting betrayed.
“Uh, well … sure I would, but- “
“And you meant everything you said?”
“Of course I did, baby, I just don’t expect-”
“What? That I would really let you say those cruel things to Jim?”
Matthew was now starting to look around the room, suddenly wondering if he was being filmed or watched by someone else.
“Matthew,” she cut him off, “do you really want to get me hot, and make me cum like the nasty widow I am?”
“Of course, baby.”
Christine smiled, taking several steps away from the chair and crossing her arms. “Okay then … you heard him, Jim, come on out.”
Matthew’s face could not have been in more shock. With his mouth hanging open and his eyes almost popping from their sockets, he was completely speechless as Christine’s teenage son appeared from behind, walking past his chair before standing beside her.
“Did you hear all that, Jim?” she asked.
“I sure did, mom.”
“Christine, what the fuck-” Matt shouted.
“Relax, baby,” she laughed, “Jim came by to visit before you got here. We started talking, and … well he’s the reason I’ve been so horny this morning.”
Matthew could hardly believe her, looking between them both when Jim finally spoke up.
“I love what you said about my dad,” he mumbled, starting to blush as he covered his erection, “thank you for replacing him.”
As insane as the scene was, Christine moaned hearing her son’s words, squeezing her breast and grinning. “See?” she said to Matt, “you’re not in trouble.”
“You two are fucking nuts,” Matthew said, laughing in disbelief as Jim and his mother walked toward him.
“Oh really?” she grinned, “Wait until you see what we have planned.”
[Messy Side Story #1 begins here]
TEN — New Chapter Starts here!!
It was after 4pm when Jim finally came home, limping into the house and carrying his shoes. Paul had been sitting on the couch when he entered, and was in total shock by how destroyed his roommate looked.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Jim said before Paul could even ask. Without stopping he marched straight into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Following, Paul knocked, putting his ear against the wood. “Y’alright, man?” he asked, hearing the shower turn on before Jim gagged and heaved into the toilet, creating sloppy splashes that made Paul cringe.
“Eugh,” he groaned, deciding not to ask again.
Having waited hours on Jim to return, Paul decided to get moving with the surprise he had. Going back to the couch, he opened the laptop and began typing, sending a few instant messages to one of the online contacts.
The computer chirped when a response came in, and Paul typed a reply. More loud retching came from the bathroom, making him cringe again. “No need to rush,” Paul typed.
With the gears in motion, the laptop was closed and Paul left to gather laundry. Pulling a fresh set of pillowcases and bedsheets from the dryer, he folded them as best he could before carrying them into Jim’s room.
Making up the bed took a few minutes, but afterwards the numerous markings and cum-stains were no longer visible on the mattress, now hidden under the clean white sheet.
Having Jim’s bed ready wasn’t part of the surprise, but he felt it was a nice touch, since it would likely be the only one used.
Twenty minutes passed before the shower finally shut off and rustling came from inside. Paul had returned to his favorite spot on the couch, and was eagerly watching the bathroom door, waiting on Jim to finally emerge.
When he did, Jim still had the towel over his head, fluffing and drying his hair while completely nude from the neck down. It was only when naked did he see several bruises that had appeared on Jim’s midsection, around his stomach and thighs.
Paul gave a sexy cat call, whistling before Jim could walk to his room. “Hey, man, why don’t you come over here? Tell me what’s goin’ on,” he asked, watching his roommate wobble.
Jim looked back and forth between his room and Paul, having difficulty deciding on where he wanted to go. Then, as Paul patted the spot right beside him, Jim shrugged and limped over, practically crashing into Paul’s arms as he sat on the couch.
“Jeez, man, you’ve been gone for hours and you come back like this? What the hell happened? Did you go see your mom?”
Jim had leaned into Paul’s shoulder, seemingly exhausted. “Yeah,” he sighed, “I went to mom’s.”
“Well … is she gonna come?”
“Oh she came alright … she came more than both of us.”
Paul didn’t understand, tilting his head and leaning back. “Say what?”
“Nothing,” Jim groaned, adjusting the way he sat before turning and looking at Paul for a moment. “Fuck it,” he mumbled, grabbing Paul’s arm and pulling it around his own shoulder. Leaning in, Jim embraced his roommate, using him like a pillow as he relaxed.
It was obvious from the way he wiggled that Paul wasn’t use to cuddling, least of all with another guy. “Dude, uh … come on, sit up … what if someone sees us.” Jim gave an honest laugh, pushing even closer onto Paul. “I-I’m serious, I invited someone over.”
Slowly pushed away, Jim sat upright and sighed in disappointment. “Fine,” he grumbled, “so who is coming over?”
Smiling, Paul tried getting into the right frame of mind. “Your boyfriend,” he smirked, until Jim returned his own, far creepier smile.
“I thought you were my boyfriend. Isn’t that what you said the day I had Hector over?”
Paul was at a loss, unsure how to respond – he had never been so nervous before. Somehow, Jim’s new demeanor was upsetting him. No longer as timid, Jim seemed changed, like he had learned something or experienced something that had affected him.
“Well, I … I mean, I guess – kinda? W-What’s going on with you, man? You’re not acting the same,” Paul finally asked.
Jim adjusted himself lazily, leaning back into the couch and closing his eyes. With his head perched on the cushions, he sighed again before clearing his throat. “What activity,” he started, speaking deliberately slow, “gives a man a huge confidence boost?” Opening one eye to see Paul’s puzzled expression, Jim smiled and closed it again.
“Uhh,” he pondered, before giving the only answer he could think of. “Sex?”
“But – you went to your mother’s house, when did-”
Now opening his eyes, he turned and smirked at Paul, causing him to stop mid-sentence.
“A-Are you … are you fucking kidding me, dude? Is that why you’re limping? What the hell happened over there?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Jim teased, “my boyfriend is coming over.”
“Fuck that! I wanna know now!”
“I should probably go get dressed,” Jim chuckled, ignoring Paul and standing from the couch.
“Oh hell no!” Paul stood with him, “I don’t know why you suddenly think you’re a man-” Jim’s eyebrows raised, “but you ain’t.”
“Is that right?” he asked, trying to stand as tall as Paul and failing.
“Yeah, that’s right … little bitch,” he answered in an almost joking manner.
Jim’s smile was still unnerving, and the way he chewed at his tongue was something he had never seen before. Suddenly, Jim shoved him. Not hard enough to hurt, and barely enough to move Paul’s weight, but it was still a shove, and it made Jim smile even more.
“Did you just push me?” Paul had never been stood up to before, even though Jim was smiling as he did it.
“I don’t know, did it feel like this?”
Again Jim shoved him, harder this time, but Paul leaned into it, nulling the movement. There was a moment of silence between them both, and Paul was nearly at a loss for words. “Are you drunk or something?”
Jim stumbled slightly, perhaps on purpose. “Not unless mom’s pussy had alcohol in it.” The sentence had the effect Jim wanted, watching Paul’s mouth drop open. “Either way-” Jim mumbled, breaking eye contact, “I don’t think they’ll let us back in that graveyard anymore.”
“Don’t worry about it. So what’chu gonna do about this?” Jim shoved him again, almost playfully. “You gonna stop me?”
It was only after he took a step back that Paul looked down, realizing that Jim’s cock had grown to it’s full size.
“Come on,” Jim whispered, stepping closer and pushing their chests together, “beat me up.”
Standing face to face, the room was quiet. The TV was previously turned off while Paul made preparations for Hector’s arrival. The sun was now dipping lower, spreading its light through the front windows of the house and illuminating them.
They were both were silent, but before anything else could be said, the crackle of wheels on concrete caught their attention. Outside, Hector’s squad car pulled into the driveway, followed by the sound of his door slamming shut.
Jim stepped away looking disappointed, but leaving Paul completely flabbergasted. Standing by the front door, he was waiting for Hector to knock when Paul stomped over, causing Jim to suddenly cower from the intimidation. Instead, Jim’s roommate got behind, scooping him off his feet with arms hooked under his knees. Chest to back, Paul held him up, spreading his legs open just as Hector walked into the house.
“I don’t know what happened to you, or why you’re limping,” Paul whispered as Hector stopped and smiled, just noticing them both, “but we’re going to make sure you can’t even walk.”
[Messy Side Story #2 begins here]
The sun had set by the time Hector was ready to leave. Jim was still lying on his bed, face down and unmoving with new bruises and a river of sperm running down each thigh. Paul and the latino cop were smiling, admiring their work before fist bumping to a job well done.
Walking Hector back to the door, Paul said goodnight and returned to Jim. Claiming that he wouldn’t be able to walk hadn’t been a joke, Jim had been put through the ringer, and was now passed out from exhaustion.
Smiling and shaking his roommate, Jim finally awoke from his brief nap, moaning and twitching as he struggled to curl into a ball.
“Time to get up,” Paul said softly, “we need to get you a shower before the girls show up.”
Jim couldn’t believe what he was hearing. After everything that had happened today, Paul still planned on going through with the party. “I … I can’t, man,” he mumbled, arms shaking as he pushed against the bed and slowly sat up.
“Don’t worry, the hard part is over I promise. We don’t need you to do much for the boxing match, so you can chill on the couch while I bang your mom and girlfriend.”
“Whatever,” Jim groaned, rubbing the back of his head, “just don’t donkey punch me again.”
Paul chuckled, reaching out and softly slapping Jim’s face. “No promises, I might need to beat you up to impress the girls.”
Jim rolled his eyes and fell back, moaning as the liquid in his stomach sloshed. “I need an adult,” he said, giving a forced laugh which Paul returned.
“How about your mommy?”
“No!” Jim shouted, his eyes wide as he craned his neck to look at Paul, “I don’t think I can handle anymore of her … she’s a monster.”
Paul raised his eyebrows, taking a hand and starting to fondle Jim’s flaccid cock. “You still haven’t told me what happened earlier.”
Jim’s thighs closed around Paul’s arm, unable to stop him from the lazy handjob. “I don’t think you want to know.”
“Well you can tell me later, but right now I need you to get showered. The fight isn’t for a few more hours, you can rest until they get here.”
Being helped up, Jim limped into the bathroom before taking his second shower of the day. Washing more sperm from his body and hair, the cold water felt refreshing, and it returned a portion of his energy. The day had turned out to be one of the most sexually active he had ever had, and the experiences had left him scarred and drained.
Helping more than he thought it would, Jim felt much better as he dried off. Brushing his teeth, combing his hair, stretching slightly and tending to the love wounds caused by four different people, he was ready to face the party, or at least stay awake during it.
Luckily there was time to rest and relax, and since his roommate had been nice enough to prepare everything in advance, Jim needed only to sit back and wait. Flipping through TV stations, Paul was still busy tending to the snacks and drinks, having bought beer, pizza, soda, and for some reason licorice flavored jelly beans.
“I don’t fucking know,” Paul said when Jim eyeballed the bowl he set out, “I just grabbed any shit I could find.”
With over two hours left until the the pay-per-view event started, Jim and Paul were both surprised when the headlights of a car pulled into the driveway. Unable to see who it was, they simply waited, nervous about getting the ‘party’ started.
A knock at the door, and Jim called in whoever it was. Paul stepped out from the kitchen, watching as it opened and Christine stepped through. Smiling at them both, she had changed into something new since Jim saw her last, now in simple but tight blue jeans and a loose t-shirt.
“Hi, boys,” she greeted them, closing the door behind her, “hey, sweetie,” she grinned at Jim, causing him to look away and stare at his feet.
“Oh good,” Paul sighed, “It’s easier with you here first, that way we don’t need to pretend.”
“Jenny still doesn’t know, huh?” Christine asked, stepping across the room and embracing Paul. However, before they kissed, Christine pulled him back a few steps, getting into Jim’s view so he could clearly watch their kiss.
As tired and sexually drained as he was, seeing his mother kiss Paul sent a wave of euphoria through him, all collecting at his cock, which although sore, began to rise again.
“Nah, she doesn’t,” Paul answered after ending the kiss, “maybe after tonight though.”
Christine grinned, looking back at her son. “Oh I think we’re going all out tonight. No holding back, right, honey?”
Paul watched, stunned as Jim lowered his head like an obedient dog. “Yes, Ma’am,” he answered.
“Damn,” said Paul softly, “what happened between you two earlier? He hasn’t been the same since; and he won’t tell me.”
Christine didn’t look back to Paul as she spoke, instead still staring at her son. “Jimmy got me really horny,” she said grinning, “and thought he could handle me at my dirtiest … isn’t that right, honey?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he answered.
“Jeez,” Paul chuckled, “you mean that night with you and Jenny wasn’t your kinkiest?”
Christine and Jim answered ‘no’ at the same time, getting a laugh from Paul before he realized how serious they were.
“Not even close,” Jim mumbled, making Christine smile.
Paul gave an awkward chuckle when everyone stopped talking. “Well I just finished up with everything. I guess … maybe we should have a talk or something? Get ourselves in the right mood?”
“Mmm, that sounds fun,” she said soothingly.
Taking her son’s friend by the hand, she pulled him across the room and approached the couch where he sat. Looking down at the random text books and nicknacks atop the wooden coffee table, Christine leaned down before shoving it all into the floor, unconcerned with the mess Jim would later clean.
Easily pulling Paul’s pants down, that familiar fat cock popped free. As much as he had touched, held and tasted it, Jim still never tired of seeing it. Sitting on the coffee table, and right in front of her son, Christine began stroking Paul’s cock, getting a quick rise from it.
“Well here it is, honey,” she snickered, “the moment you’ve been waiting to see.”
There was no denying how much it turned him on, and Jim had no way of stopping his hand once it began stroking himself. His mother, the woman who raised him and cared for him, was now giving a handjob to the man who had become his best friend.
“Damn,” Paul sighed, “this already feels really good. I think having Jim watch does make it better.”
Christine’s face twisted into a smile Jimmy didn’t like. “I just want to make my two precious boys happy, that’s all,” she giggled.
Jim was focused on his mother’s small hand. The wedding band from her marriage was still around her finger, which was now getting slimed by Paul’s ever copious pre-cum. The sight of it, mixed with his fears and pleasures made him queasy.
“You know,” Paul said, his voice slightly higher while Chris pumped his cock, “I’m a little jealous that I’ve never seen how dirty you can be.”
Jim’s eyes opened wide, but his mother’s finger shot out at him, raising her index finger to silence him before he could speak. “You want to see how dirty I can be?”
Afraid to speak, Jim caught eyes with Paul and ever so slightly shook his head, trying to warn his roommate.
Paul only smiled. “Yeah, I want to see your nasty side. No holding back, isn’t that what you said a minute ago?”
There was a fear inside Jim now, and his mother’s smile only made it worse.
“Yes, baby,” she told Paul, “If you think you can handle it, we can really cut loose tonight.”
“Fuck yeah,” he answered, his thoughts fueled by the pleasure he was receiving, “cut loose, no holding back. I bet we can get Jenny in on it too.”
With his mother reaching between her legs, Jim could feel a tension building. It was an oncoming wave of depravity and sin, and Paul was ignorant to it.
“If you’re serious-” she giggled, squeezing Paul’s cock harder.
“I am,” Paul answered, unconcerned with Jim’s warnings, “maybe your son couldn’t handle it, but I know I can, baby.”
Reaching for her purse, Christine fished for a moment before pulling her hand out, hiding something in her fist. “Well … earlier today I was thinking of how we could make this more fun, so ….” Opening her hand, two tiny pills rolled in her palm.
“Drugs?” Paul asked, his handjob going slower while Christine focused on something else.
“No, sweetie,” she said, “these are potassium supplements that dissolve in water. I brought them from home.”
Paul looked confused. “So what?”
“You wanted Jim to pretend to be drunk, right?”
“Well, this is even better. Instead of pretending to be drunk, we can pretend to roofie him.”
“Oh shit,” Paul laughed, “that’s a great idea!”
Jim’s cock was fully erect, painfully so, and yet he was nearly shaking from fear. Paul hadn’t learned just how twisted his mother could be, and although she said they were potassium pills, Jim found it hard to believe her.
“I’m not taking that,” he said, finally sharing his voice.
“They aren’t real roofies, honey,” Christine grinned.
“Yeah, come on, man,” Paul added, “pretending to be roofied is way better than my drunk idea. People who get roofied are, like, awake and stuff right? And they completely forget everything that happens to them?”
Christine slipped the pills back into her purse. “That’s what it said online. It takes twenty minutes to get into you, and then you become paralyzed for up to twelve hours.”
Releasing Paul’s cock, she let him tuck it away. “Nice,” he chuckled, “that means you just pretend to be paralyzed, dude, and you can watch everything we do!”
“There is no fucking way I’m swallowing one of those, you don’t know my mom, man,” he said defiantly. Paul suddenly looked betrayed, but Christine only smiled.
“Dude,” Paul scoffed, “do you really think your own mom would roofie you?”
“Oh, come on! This is what you’ve wanted since the beginning! And you have a front row seat! Besides, don’t you owe me?”
“Owe you for what?! Stealing my girlfriend? Fucking my mom?” Jim’s stomach had become even more upset, churning from the stress.
“Seriously?” Paul scowled, “What did you, me, and Hector just finish doing?”
Jim went silent. So caught up in fear he had forgotten everything else.
“Who’s Hector?” Christine asked.
“Uh, he’s kind of Jim’s boyfriend.”
Christine’s gasp seemed fake. “Jim! You’ve been cheating on Jenny with a boy?”
“Wh- No! That’s not- I mean … he’s not, it isn’t … “
“It’s cool! It’s cool, just chill,” Paul said, trying to settle them, “my point is, I just gave you two hours of fun, right?”
Jim looked past his erection and at his feet.
“Let me have my fun too. Besides, you know you’ll enjoy it.”
Sulking, Jim shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever … don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Good,” Christine said with a clap of her hands, “so after Jenny gets here, I’ll tell her the plan is to roofie him. That way she’ll think he won’t remember any of it, and she can go nuts.
“Oh hell yeah,” Paul chuckled, “this is going to be awesome.”
Jim stared, unable to look away as his mother leaned in for another kiss. The two quickly became enthralled, moaning as they made out. It brought up that familiar dread Jim had always felt, while also stimulating his cock like nothing else.
“Ooh,” his mother suddenly moan, pulled away and reaching back for her purse. “I almost forgot.”
Digging into a certain pocket, she pulled out another pill, this one even smaller than the others. “This,” she grinned, leaning into Paul’s face and pressing her breast against him, “will make the night even more fun for us.”
Paul eyed it, finally looking nervous. “W-What is it?”
“I got it from a friend. It makes you horny like you wouldn’t believe.”
Jim watched, waiting to see what his roommate would do. He himself wasn’t sure what the pill was, but from the sound of it’s effects, his mother must’ve taken one earlier at the graveyard.
“M-Maybe later,” Paul said, causing Jim to sigh with relief.
“Sure, baby,” his mother chirped, “but I have enough for all of us.”
Paul’s eyes shifted nervously. “Even Jim?”
Turning and smiling at her son, she stuck her tongue out playfully at him. “We’ll see.”
There was now only an hour before the fights started, and Jenny was expected to arrive at any time. They had all agreed that Jim would pretend to be roofied, even if he didn’t like it.
With Christine and Paul sitting together on the couch beside Jimmy, they passed the time by making out, purposely leaning on him and using him as a prop while they moaned and kissed.
As much as Jim feared what was to come, he couldn’t stop rubbing himself each time his mother moaned, or he could see their tongues touch before another kiss was made. He expected that they were hamming it up, putting on extra effort just because he was nearby.
“So how is it?” Jim asked, “Is it more fun with me watching?”
Paul and Christine only moaned louder, giving him his answer.
Suddenly the room was filled with light. Jenny’s car had finally pulled up, and it was time for the party to truly begin. With one final kiss, Paul pulled away and straightened his shirt, as did Jim’s mother.
“Okay,” she whispered to them both, “remember the plan.”
“Jim’s a faggot – got it,” Paul whispered before breaking into laughter with Christine.
Jim casually raised his middle finger to them both, but as Paul laughed and turned away, Christine leaned closer, raising her own middle finger and aggressively holding it inches from his face. Paul hadn’t seen, but Christine’s wicked smile had returned as her son passively lowered his eyes.
A quick knock on the door, and Jim stood from the couch, his face brushing against his mother’s middle finger while it was still aimed at him. Adjusting his iron erection, he tucked it away and limped to the door, opening it as Jenny rushed into his arms, nearly knocking him down.
“Hey, baby!” she squealed, “I’ve missed you!”
Receiving an unexpected kiss, Jim couldn’t help but smile as he smelled Jenny’s perfume and held her soft body. It had been a long time since they were close, and as much as he enjoyed it, he reminded himself of the truth: she was only here for Paul.
“Hey you two!” she said cheerfully, pulling away from Jim and getting a hug from Christine.
“Glad you could make it, honey,” she replied.
“You’re just in time,” Paul chuckled, “the fights are about to start.” Turning and looking at Jim, he cleared his throat. “Hey, man, would you mind putting one of the pizza’s in the oven? I already have it set out.”
Jim understood, and acted as calmly as he could. “Sure, man,” he said, awkwardly limping into the kitchen. Preheating the oven, he shoved the frozen food onto the middle rack just as everyone in the living room broke into laughter. Unsure what was funny, his mind jumped to the most logical idea: they were laughing at him.
Once the pizza was in the oven, Jim took time to grab himself a beer from the fridge. He might have been under 21, but it wasn’t hard to score beer in college, mostly from Paul’s connections. With footsteps approaching, Jim hung back until his roommate joined him.
“Yo,” Paul said quietly, looking over his shoulder before leaning in, “they’re alone, so your mom is gonna tell Jenny the plan.
“Dude, this is bad idea,” Jim said hurriedly, “you don’t know what you’re getting into. I’m fine with you stealing Jen, but you don’t know how crazy my mom is, you don’t know how far she really likes to go.”
Paul got his own beer, popping the top and taking a sip. “You’re worrying over nothing, man, I’m in control of it. Don’t forget who has the big dick around here. Besides, you have nothing to worry about, I got yer back, and I won’t let things get too crazy.”
The idea of Paul taking charge was reassuring. “Just … be careful, man, and for god’s sakes, don’t take any pills she-”
“Boys! Come on! The show is starting!” Christine shouted from the living room.
Looking at each other, Paul had an excited smile while Jim returned a skeptical frown. It was time to begin the humiliation.
Getting the girls something to drink, the boys rejoined them on the couch, turning up the TV as the prelim fights began. Fighters with names the women didn’t know began dancing around a caged arena, throwing punches at each other while announcers commented on it.
It quickly became clear the girls had no real interest in watching, but they feigned enthusiasm while doing their best to hide how horny they were. With Jim on one end of the couch and Paul at the other, the girls sat in the middle, Jenny by her boyfriend and Christine with his roommate.
“This is so violent,” Jenny laughed, rubbing shoulders with Jim.
“At least they’re hot looking,” Christine joked, getting a laugh from Jen.
Knowing he needed to stay in character, Jim tried being a real boyfriend, something he hadn’t had to do in weeks. Reaching over, he put his arm around Jenny’s shoulder and pulled her closer, something she had trouble with.
Regardless she accepted it, believing that Jim was still ignorant about everything that had happened thus far.
When the first few matches went the distance and ended boringly, it was time to check the oven, so Jim announced his departure before walking back to the kitchen. It was another opportunity for them to fool around, and although he didn’t look back, he could hear them shuffling on the couch.
The pizza had become golden brown on top, melted cheese bubbling around slices of thin meat and vegetables. Trying to focus on food, Jim’s cock felt like dowsing rod that was pointing him back to the group. It felt strange keeping the lie up around Jenny, and part of him wanted it to be over.
There was no real reason to keep anything a secret anymore. He knew Jenny wanted Paul, and with everyone else already in the open about it, why was he still holding back? He wondered if it was fear, knowing that once things were in the open Jenny would leave him, or even scarier, that Paul might leave him. This was the same reminder he often felt after cumming, that sooner or later his cock couldn’t save him, that he was going to lose them all, and that he himself was to blame for it.
Closing his eyes, Jim leaned against the refrigerator.
“Where you at, faggot? Pizza ready or what?” Paul shouted.
“Coming, Master!” Jim obediently replied, gathering the pizza onto a large plate before carrying it back.
Stepping into the room again, Jim was shocked to see they had changed seats, now with Jenny beside Paul. More shocking was how Paul held her, his arm over her shoulder while her hand rested atop his thigh.
A lump formed in his throat, and all three made eye contact. Jenny’s eyes stared straight into Jim’s, and she didn’t blink. There was no hiding what they were doing, yet no one moved. As if to challenge him, or see how he would react, Jenny smiled straight at her boyfriend as Paul pulled her closer.
“Does she know?” Jim wondered, feeling his cock spasm and twitch from the excitement. Stepping over, he decided to act like nothing was wrong, and that it was just another day.
Standing on the opposite side of the coffee table, Jim leaned over to set the plate of pizza down, looking up to find Paul and Jenny both smiling at him, his arm still draped over her shoulder while her hand now stroked the inside of his thigh.
“Careful,” Jim said as calmly as he could, “it just came out of the oven, so it’s still hot.”
Turning away, he walked back to his spot on the couch just as Christine stretched out, blocking him from sitting down. “Why don’t you sit in front, sweetie? Mommy needs to relax a bit.”
Jim’s shoulders slumped, and he gave a meek nod. Turning, he noticed Jenny had removed her socks and shoes, now using her naked foot to point to where she wanted him to sit.
“Have a seat, babe,” she grinned, ignoring that Paul’s hand had now moved around her waist, pulling her closer.
Jim shuffled over, squeezing between their legs before sitting on the floor right below them. Soft laughter came from behind, and within seconds they both began using Jim’s neck and shoulders as a footrest, propping their feet on him.
“Much better,” Paul chuckled, his laughter followed by a zipper lowering.
Jim was perplexed. There was no way to come back from this, it was all in the open now, Jen was officially with Paul. Yet it wasn’t what he expected. There was no big talk, no argument, no explanation as to why, it just was, and it felt like a let down.
“Mmm, there it is,” Jenny said softly, her foot slapping Jim’s face as she adjusted her hips to get comfortable.
Paul had also leaned forward, putting more weight into his feet as he reached over Jim’s head and grabbed a slice of pizza. “Now this is more like it,” he mumbled, chewing noisily as a wet sounding handjob began behind Jim’s head.
“Damn that feels good – I can’t wait to cum on the back of Jim’s head again,” Paul laughed, making the girls laugh with him.
“Hey, snap out of it-”
Still leaning against the refrigerator, the fantasy Jim was imagining vanished as his mother joined him in the kitchen.
“W-What? What is it?” he asked, shaking the thoughts from his mind.
“You were taking a long time, I came to check on you.”
“Oh,” he said, grabbing a pizza cutter from a nearby drawer, “I’m fine … was just thinking.”
Christine stepped closer, boxing him off and pushing him into a corner. “You’re not having second thoughts about this are you?” she asked, grinning at his nervousness.
“N-No, I’m … just making pizza.”
“What’s wrong,” she said softly, pushing her chest into his, “are you worried I’ll act like I did earlier?”
Jim turned his head, avoiding eye contact. “Well you ran Matthew off-“
“He’ll be back … he just needs time to process everything. Men only listen to their dicks,” she grinned, reaching out and squeezing her son’s erection, making him whimper, “just like you and Paul. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered, afraid of cumming, afraid of losing his high, knowing what the crash felt like and how little he wanted to face it.
Leaning into his ear, Christine’s lips parted into a smile. “I’m going to make it even worse this time,” she whispered, causing him to shiver.
Without looking back, she let go of his dick and left the kitchen, leaving him to his thoughts as he finished preparing the pizza. Walking back into the living room, his earlier fantasy proved untrue as everyone was still sitting in their original places.
Setting the pizza out, he warned them it was hot before everyone grabbed a slice and began eating. Sitting beside Jenny, Jim wanted to say something, to try to fix the situation, even if his cock was against it.
“I …” is all that came out, making her head turn, waiting on him to continue. “I’m … glad you’re here, honey,” he said, deciding not to say he loved her, worried it would seem out of place, “we don’t see each other enough.”
“Oh I know, baby,” she answered cheerfully, “I’m really hoping we can spend more time together. Maybe I can find somewhere to live that’s closer.”
“You could always move in with us,” Paul joked, getting a laugh from the girls, but not Jim.
“Oh I wouldn’t want to get between you two,” she laughed, “I know how important it is for a guy to have his friends.”
Jim swallowed another bite, trying not to imagine what it would be like if Jenny lived with them. Just then, one of the fighters on TV took a big swing, knocking his opponent out cold. In a moment that made everything else fade away, Jim and Paul both shouted and nearly jumped from their seats, causing the girls to scream in surprise.
“Goddamn!” Paul shouted, laughing with Jim over the display of masculinity, “what a hit!”
For a moment everything seemed normal, as if they were all just friends watching TV. Only when things calmed back down did the sexual thoughts return, and Jim remembered that he was sitting beside his cheating girlfriend, his sexually insane mother, and a roommate that had marked nearly everything he owned with sperm.
“Well I’m having a good time,” Paul said jokingly, laughing as the girls scolded them both for shouting.
The fights continued, and bottle by bottle the alcohol was consumed. One after another, the large case of beer was slowly emptied by everyone except Jim, who still refused to drink anything he was offered.
After an hour, the main event of the evening was approaching, but as it did, the supply of booze eventually ran out, killing what was turning into an actual party. Paul being the heaviest was able to hold himself rather well, but Jenny and Christine were beginning to tilt.
“We gotta have more booze, man,” Paul belched, “come on, drive us to the store, C-Christine can buy us some.”
As the night went on, Jim had actually started feeling better. Seeing his mother and girlfriend get drunk meant their plans to roofie him were likely foiled, even if they still wanted to fool around with Paul.
“Sure,” he chuckled, “let me get my keys.
The demeanor of Christine had weakened the more alcohol she consumed. Seemingly less interested in whatever evil scheme she had planned, she was now enjoying being drunk, and openly flirting with Paul. Even in the car, she and Paul sat in the backseat while Jenny sat up front, yapping about something uninteresting.
“I think your mom is flirting with Paul,” Jenny slurred at one point, making Jim laugh and wave it off.
“She’s drunk, so I don’t doubt it,” he said with a chuckle, glancing in the rearview mirror to see them kissing while his mother openly stroked his cock, too drunk to care if anyone saw.
Getting to the convenience store, the four piled out and headed instead, forming two groups. Jenny and Christine went one way, and Jim and Paul went another. With finally a moment to talk, the roommates fist bumped and chuckled to each other.
“What did I tell you, man,” Paul said, clearly not as drunk as he lead the girls to believe, “I told you not to worry.”
“It never occurred to me that we could get them wasted,” Jim said gleefully, now on the winning team, “if they get completely smashed, they’ll be the ones forgetting what happens tonight.”
“Exactly,” Paul nodded, “we can fool around, take pictures, get naughty, and tomorrow morning they won’t remember any of it.”
“Probably,” Jim added, “I mean … I’ve remembered some drunken nights.”
Paul’s mouth twisted. “With Hector, maybe?”
“Shut up,” Jim chuckled, “whatever, even if they remember it, they probably won’t know what actually happened. We’ll just act stupid or something.”
“Well, you’re already stupid – so you won’t need to act, but yeah that’s the idea.”
Jim suddenly felt the urge to kiss his roommate. “Up yours, man,” he laughed, “let’s just get the booze.”
When they made it back to the apartment, the main event was already in progress, so they rushed back to the couch, carrying the case of beer and leaving it on the coffee table.
Jim couldn’t stop smiling as the girls inhibitions quickly lowered, and they began flirting with Paul, jokingly, right beside him.
“Come on, mom,” Jim said in a fake upset tone, “don’t hit on my roommate.”
Knowing she didn’t like taking orders, she fell right into Jim’s plan of making her flirt even more. Christine wiggled closer, touching, leaning and whispering to Paul.
Jenny too had already forgotten that she was suppose to be Jim’s girlfriend, and since he never corrected her, she sat on the opposite end of the couch, sandwiching Paul between both girls.
With no one to notice him jerking off, Jim listened and grinned as the girls both began nuzzling into Paul, whispering loud enough to hear them.
“Come on, take it out,” Jenny slurred.
Paul shushed her, but repositioned her hand so that it now rubbed the hard bulge in his pants. Christine joined in too, rubbing the same spot and not looking back when she leaned up and kissed him.
Hoping to see things go further, Jim coughed loudly and stood from the couch, making the girls drunkenly panic and pull away from his roommate. Since the fight was no longer being watched, and the girls were clearly too drunk to drive, Jim decided they should stay the night, and he left to fetch a large blanket.
Returning quietly, the girls had already forgotten and were now in an open three-some. Everyone had their eyes closed. Christine and Jenny were both trying to kiss Paul at the same time, resulting in a trio of tongues that sloppily lapped against each other. His roommate’s cock had finally been pulled free, and the girls were both stroking it in rhythm.
Standing and watching, Jim enjoyed the view, knowing they were too drunk to notice, or even care that he was nearby. Eventually he reached for the light switch and flipped it off, causing them to jump and cover themselves before he walked over and stretched out the blanket.
“I don’t want you two driving tonight,” he said, acting as if he hadn’t just noticed them kissing and jerking Paul off, “so let’s chill and watch a movie or something.”
The blanket was pulled across them all, covering mostly their laps. Jim, being the only sober one who could work a TV remote, switched channels until finding a romantic movie to watch. He knew no one would pay attention to it, but it set the mood since everyone was now sitting in a much darker room.
Paul encouraged more drinking, helping the girls finish another bottle apiece, knowing the more they drank, the less they would remember. Eventually the alcohol had destroyed enough braincells that the girls no longer tried to pretend.
Jim was thrilled, his cock harder than ivory as he finally got to see Paul fool around with his girlfriend and mother. His earlier fears had vanished, and now that the girls were completely drunk and no longer trying to be quiet, Jim no longer tried to be sly about watching them.
“I love your big cock,” Jenny slurred, drunkenly kissing Paul again while she jerked his cock, the blanket bouncing over where her hand was.
Paul smiled, leaning back and looking past Christine. “Hey,” Paul whispered to the girls, “I think Jim passed out.”
With a reaction speed far faster than the drunken girls, Jim closed his eyes and slumped back before they could look over. When they did, they found him snoozing, and no amount to shoving or poking seemed to wake him up.
“Can’t handle his booze,” Christine drunkenly mumbled, unaware that Jim had drank less than them all.
“Now we can really get crazy,” Paul suggested, pushing Jim’s mother backwards until she fell across her own son.
Jim tried not to whimper as her weight, followed by Paul’s came crushing down on him. Paul had laid over top of Christine, who was now using Jim like a cushion. Nearly face to face, Jim’s eyes squinted open as Paul kissed his mother only inches away. Her hair was now brushing in his eyes, and although the smell made his cock harder, it was what Paul had her say next that really worked him up.
“You love me?” he asked Christine as they moaned and kissed.
“More than my own son,” she answered, although how she said it was mostly in mumbles from being wasted.
Jenny, being left behind, drunkenly stood from the couch and moved closer, taking a good long look at Jim as he pretended to sleep. In the darkness, with the flashing lights of the tv creating and throwing random shadows, Jenny couldn’t tell that he was watching her. Either way, what she did next only proved just how drunk she actually was.
“Wh-wheres is … why, I … I gotta pee from the beers,” she slurred, causing Paul to pull himself and Christine up, distancing themselves from Jim.
“You should do … pee, on – on Jim,” Christine giggled as Paul’s hands groped at her chest.
“Yeah, we should all piss on him,” Paul said, far clearer than the girls, “and then say he spilled his beer.”
The girls broke into laughter, loving the idea. Jenny wobbled, and nearly fell twice as she kicked off her shoes and pulled her pants off. Paul had to help remind her to remove her panties too, since she nearly pissed herself by forgetting.
Jim continued stroking himself under the blanket, the small movements going unnoticed by the girls in the dark room.
“Ffff-uck you, Jim,” Jenny mumbled, using both hands to steady herself as she stood on the couch and crouched over her boyfriend’s body.
Christine and Paul watched, as did Jim, as the many bottles of beer she drank were released in a huge torrent like gush of clear white piss, spraying powerfully across her boyfriend’s neck and chest before the pressure weakened and her stream steadily poured onto his stomach and finally the blanket.
Jim wanted to cum in that very moment, but there was more fun to be had, so in the interest of building his load, he released his cock and remained still, enjoying the liquid warmth of what seemed like a gallon of his girlfriend’s piss, now soaking through his clothes.
“Me next,” Christine said, struggling to make her way over before being helped.
Removing her jeans and panties, Paul steadied Jim’s mother as she climbed up next, spreading her legs and getting as close to her son’s face as she could.
“He’s out cold,” Paul reassured her, reaching between her legs and fingering Christine’s moist pussy, hoping to help her enjoy the moment.
Mumbling curse words and insults at her son, she reached out to steady herself again, this time pressing her palm into his face, smushing his nose and cheek as she tried to angle her hips.
“Do it, baby, piss on the loser.”
Christine was happy to oblige, and similar to Jenny’s eruption of urine, Christine’s yellowish piss gushed with force, hissing loudly as she pushed her bladder empty. With Paul’s hand still on her pussy, he pulled and stretched her muff, changing the angle of the stream until it finally struck Jim’s face.
Jim rolled his head to the side, squeezing his thighs together as his cock threatened to spill it’s load. The girls, believing it was just his unconscious body trying to escape their piss laughed at him, until Christine was finally done and helped down by Paul.
“He makes a good toilet doesn’t he?” Paul laughed, kissing Christine.
“Just like his father,” she mumbled back drunkenly.
“Okay, now you,” Jenny giggled, fumbling to remove Paul’s pants.
“Fuck, better hurry, I can’t hold it much longer.”
Paul needn’t climb over the couch, instead stepping to the right of Jim’s armrest, where he could easily aim into his roommate’s face. The girl’s were busy groping and giggling over Paul’s cock to notice Jim briefly open his eyes, looking up at his roommate before they winked at each other.
“Uughhh-” Paul groaned, having trouble pissing while drunk women squeezed and jerked his cock, causing it to spray more of the couch and floor than Jim.
Eventually, they let him be, and Paul’s aim improved, ensuring that the rest of his piss soaked Jim’s hair and face, running down his chest and stomach until it joined the puddle he sat in.
“This is what I think of you,” Paul chuckled, getting the girls to laugh.
Try as he might, Jim’s cock just couldn’t take anymore humiliation, and even without touching himself he finally came, his body convulsing as his cock pumped everything into his pants. When the orgasm finally eased and Paul’s stream had stopped, Jim’s body relaxed, in perfect contentment of everything that had happened.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, why don’t we go break Jim’s bed by fucking on it.”
The girls moaned and agreed, stumbling as Paul took them by the shoulders and walked away, leaving Jim to soak in their urine. Once they were finally away however, he rose from his seat, drenched and dripping.
Quietly sneaking after them, he found that Paul had locked the door to his room, shutting him out completely. It seemed unfair after everything else that had happened, but he understood how it might be hard to sneak in without being caught.
Instead, as the moans in his bedroom began, Jim went to find towels, laying them over the couch before deciding to take a quick shower. Music had also started to play in his room drowning out a lot of noise, making it easier for Jim to clean up while Paul made love to his mother and girlfriend.
Surprisingly, Jim was far less upset than he thought he’d be. It was exciting to see Jenny and him together, knowing that she was once his, and that she had been corrupted by the same cock he also adored.
The threesome, as it was, didn’t last very long. After getting a shower and doing what he could to clean the messes left behind, it sounded as if Jenny, Paul and Christine had all fallen asleep together.
The party had been something else, although he somehow missed the best part of it. Even so, a new confidence had become instilled in him, and he vowed that tomorrow, he would get everything into the open. Using his phone to set an alarm, Jim returned to the couch, sitting where it was dry before laying back and dozing off.
He was excited, tomorrow was a new beginning.
Waking up to the noise of pots and pans, Jim rubbed his eyes and looked around the living room. Dawn had come, and a soft light was seeping through the windows. The TV had turned itself off after Jim fell asleep, and now the house was quiet, except for whoever was in the kitchen.
Jim’s body felt stiff as he rose from the couch, but at least his limp had improved. Walking to the kitchen’s door frame, he peeked inside to find a naked Paul preparing breakfast. With his roommate’s back turned, he slipped by and into the hallway, now looking into his room and wondering what happened to Jenny and Christine.
Half covered by sheets, they were both nude and still sleeping peacefully. Jenny looked like she had dried cum in her hair, but his mother was otherwise clean. Smiling, Jim felt his cock start to rise, so he quickly turned away and walked back to the kitchen.
“Mornin’, pal,” Jim said, grinning at the nude visage of his roommate.
“Oh hey, man, did I wake you?”
“Yeah, but it’s cool, I was hoping to get up early.”
Paul smiled, returning to the pancake mix he was pouring into the pan. “I was planning on making the girls something to eat, but they’re still asleep.”
Jim pulled a chair from the small kitchen table, sitting down in his boxers as he watched Paul’s cock swing. “What about me? No pancakes for Jim?”
Paul chuckled. “Well … yeah, sure I was gonna make you some too … eventually.”
“Uh huh,” Jim grinned, “so how was last night in my bed?”
Paul gave a slow shrug. “It actually kind of sucked.”
“Seriously? What went wrong?”
Paul reached for a spatula, carefully sliding it under the pancake that had started to form. “They were just too drunk. Trying to move them around, getting them on top of me, it was just a hassle. Plus they started falling asleep, so I hardly got my dick wet.”
“That’s a shame,” Jim said, unable to stop a sudden burst of laughter.
“Laugh it up, loser, we still pissed on you.”
Changing the way he sat, Jim raised his foot and crossed it over a knee. “Well I was having fun, so I still win.”
Paul flipped the pancake and sat the spatula down. “That reminds me, what’re we going to do about them? Shouldn’t we get dressed or something?”
For the first time in a long time, Jim felt at peace, no longer burdened by the worry or stress of hiding what he knew. “Nah, I think it’s time we came clean. I’m okay with you taking Jenny.”
“Really? You are?”
“Yeah, you like her right? We know she likes you.”
Paul removed the formed pancake and set it onto a plate before pouring more batter. “Yeah,” he answered, “but are you really sure? I mean – “
“I’m sure, man, there’s no need to try and save our relationship, your cock beat me, I admit defeat,” he laughed. “Besides, I’m happy with the way things are. Isn’t that what matters?”
Paul smiled, reaching between his legs to adjust himself. Jim’s submissive attitude clearly having an effect. “Yeah … it is.”
The two continued talking as Paul made more pancakes, and after flipping more than a dozen, the girls were finally heard shuffling around. Even though Jim was okay with getting everything into the open, there was still a nervousness in the pit of his stomach, he still had to explain that he had been lying to Jenny about everything.
“Hey,” Paul said, turning off the stove, “I’m not blameless here you know. I told her those things, I made up lies to make you look bad.”
“Yeah … well, I think everyone can probably look past that now. It’s all worked out for the best I think.”
Hearing a noise, Paul and Jim both looked toward the door frame, catching Jenny and Christine peeking around its corner. They quickly pulled back, but there was no need.
“Come on in, girls,” Paul said, looking back and grinning at his roommate, “let’s go ahead and get it over with.”
“Where are our clothes?!” Jenny shouted angrily.
“No need for clothes in this house, Jim and I go commando all the time, right Jim?”
“That’s right, man,” he said, trying not to laugh, “come on in here, let’s get everything in the open, no need to pretend anymore.”
After a moment of silence, Christine finally stepped out, fully nude with everything on display. Jenny came behind her, wearing an expression that was half shame and excitement, only amplified by the dried cum on her face that she constantly picked at, trying to remove.
“Come on,” Paul grinned, “we all know what happened last night … we just need to come clean about it.”
Jenny and Jim locked eyes, her smile looking guilty. Jim smiled back, trying to be as understanding as he could.
“So … yes, he knows about everything we’ve done behind his back,” Paul announced to no one’s great surprise.
“I … kind of had a feeling,” Jenny said, standing beside Christine.
“You did?” Jim asked.
“Well, I was really skeptical … I mean, all the times we fooled around, and you never noticed? I thought something was strange.”
“Ah,” he gave a soft laugh, “I guess you’re right. But what about the things Paul said about me?”
“I know you pretty well, Jim,” Jenny answered, “but being mean to others isn’t something you do. I was only using what Paul said as an excuse to have sex with him, I know you never said those things.”
There was a strange silence for a moment, until Paul crossed the room and put his arm around Jenny’s shoulder. “Well, I guess we should make it official right?”
Jim grinned, nodding.
“Don’t just sit there, idiot,” Christine huffed, scolding her son, “you should come over here and get on your knees.”
Everyone looked at each other, unsure what Christine meant. Regardless, Jim rose and stepped over, dropping to his knees directly in front of Jenny and Paul, now craning his neck to look up at them.
“Okay,” his mother huffed, rubbing her head like she had a hangover, “that’s more like it.”
“Jim,” Jenny said as innocently as she could, already noticing that her soon to be ex-boyfriend, and his roommate, both had drooling erections, “I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Her boyfriend’s cock seemed to twitch at her words. “I’m dumping you for your roommate, Paul.”
Jim nodded and began stroking himself, unable to stop no matter how much they giggled at him. “Okay,” he moaned, “I understand, honey.”
“Great!” Paul coughed, almost like the scene was starting to bother him, “Let’s uh, let’s go ahead and eat! Everyone sit down.”
Jim continued to stroke himself after returning to his seat, his face flushed as Jenny smiled and Christine grinned maliciously. Paul busied himself with preparing the plates, setting out everyone’s pancakes, giving them each a glass of orange juice, and finally dropping the bottle of syrup in the center of the table.
As paul sat down, he and Jenny took their time sharing an extra long kiss, enjoying that Jim was watching. Jenny’s right hand had slipped out of sight, her arm now moving as she stroked her new boyfriend’s cock under the table.
Jim was feeling a new sensation during breakfast, lust for Paul, heartache for losing Jenny, fear of his mother and an overwhelming urge to cum all rolled into something new. It was powerful, and it felt good.
“So what’s the plan for the day?” Paul asked, directing the question at whoever wanted to answer.
“I’m going to call Matthew back,” Christine admitted, “well, after I’m done here I mean.”
Jim swallowed the last bite from his plate, wiping his mouth on a paper towel, “I don’t know what I’m going to do … besides, well … probably jerking off all day.”
Everyone at the table giggled or laughed, and again Paul seemed distant, his smile fading quicker than the rest. He seemed to look off at nothing, focused on his thoughts.
“Something wrong, dude?” Jim asked, worried about his roommate.
Then there was a moment, a terrifying moment that caused Jim to freeze in place. Watching Paul’s face, his eyes glanced to Christine. It was brief, half a second, but it was there. Jim looked to his mother, and saw the same devilish grin that he had seen before.
“What?” Jim said, looking between them, “What’s going on?”
Christine remained silent, but Paul looked deeply troubled. Jim’s heart began to race, and Paul bit his lip, looking up from his plate and locking eyes with Jim. “I’m sorry, man,” he said, causing Jim’s breathing to quicken.
“What?” he said, beginning to panic, “what did she do? What’s going on?”
“I didn’t want to, man, I promise … I should have listened to you about her, you were right,” Paul said quietly.
Jim felt his blood turn cold, and although Jenny and Christine were starting to laugh, it finally took Paul to make him understand, as he reached out and pointed to the glass of orange juice Jim had finished back when breakfast began.
“Don’t fight it, baby, you’re going to love it,” Christine grinned, standing from the chair and reaching between her legs. “Good boy, Paul,” she said, sinfully biting the end of her tongue as Jim pushed away from the table.
It now dawned on Jim that the feeling of euphoria and light-headedness hadn’t been from his erection, but from the drugs Paul had slipped into his drink. The pills had already worked their way into his system, and nothing could stop them, not even trying to vomit them up.
Standing from his chair, Jim’s weight shifted to one side and he struggled to keep his balance. His body felt heavier, and his limbs were beginning to tingle.
“I’m sorry, man,” Paul said again, standing from the table while his cock continued drooling, “I tried to say no but you were right … Christine is …. ”
“Oh please,” his mother interrupted, “men always think they’re in control just because they have dicks, without realizing that those dicks are what destroy them in the first place.”
Stumbling into the living room, Christine was quick behind him to ensure her son didn’t escape. Pushing him toward the couch, Jim nearly tripped as his feet started dragging.
“I still got your back, man, I won’t let it get crazy!” Paul shouted from the kitchen.
“Why are you even talking to him?” Jenny asked, never letting go of Paul’s cock as she guided him into the living room, “he isn’t going to remember any of this. Those roofies are gonna make him forget everything after breakfast.”
Jim could feel the drugs taking over, and how his body was starting to give up the fight.
“You did slip him both pills, right?” Christine asked, shoving her son in the chest and causing him to fall back onto the couch, “the roofie, and the other?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Paul answered, sending a chill down Jim’s spine as he struggled sitting up.
“Good,” she cackled, “he’ll be dying to cum, but his body will be completely useless.”
“Are we going to tell him how we really feel too?” Jenny asked, bringing Paul beside her while still stroking him.
“Oh yes,” she grinned, “he won’t remember any of this, so we can be as cruel, mean, and as ruthless as we want to be.”
Jenny moaned, making Paul whimper as she yanked his dick even harder. “God, I can’t wait to say it straight to his face.”
Despite the size and swelling of Paul’s leaking cock, his face still carried the look of guilt and remorse. “I’m so sorry, man … I couldn’t say no to her.”
“Shut up about that,” Christine barked, “you’re going to tell him how you really feel too.”
Paul changed his expression, now defiant. “I don’t feel that way about him, he’s my friend!”
Christine’s smile mimicked something evil. “Oh you will, and you’re going to love it.”
Jim was already panicking, trying to scream but his lips were refusing to move, barely opening as he mumbled. Sitting up had become hard, and standing was impossible. The roofie was going to make him completely paralyzed, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
“How are you feeling, sweetie?” Christine giggled, leaning down and getting face to face with him, “Is it hard to move? Are you scared?”
Jim tried to speak, but his mumble had become even weaker.
“Good,” Christine purred, leaning forward to kiss her son on the nose, “because until you pass out … none of us are going easy on you.”
Jenny pulled Paul by his cock like a dog on a leash, bringing him over to Jim while Christine pushed the coffee table away. Climbing onto the couch and beside her ex-boyfriend, Jenny pulled Paul until he too climbed up, getting his cock close enough to touch his roommate’s nose.
“Here’s that big dick you love, loser,” Jenny mocked, wagging it in his face, “I bet it’s all you think about, right? You’re not interested in pussy anymore, you just want big juicy dicks.”
Jim’s breathing had slowed. His muscles were beginning to relax, and he was now trapped in a body that couldn’t move.
“We know about those gay moments between you two, ” Christine hissed, getting behind Paul and squeezing his ass cheeks, “I bet Jim has real feelings for you. Do you think he’ll cry?”
“S-Stop,” was all Paul replied, feeling much more pleasure than he should. During breakfast, he had taken the same sexual drug that he slipped Jim, and the overwhelming sensations were growing too strong to ignore.
Leaving Paul solo with Jim, Jenny stepped off the couch and joined Christine in kissing and rubbing his ass cheeks. Purposely bumping him forward, the girls laughed as Paul’s cock rubbed and pushed across her ex-boyfriend’s emotionless face.
Jim’s eyes were the only thing that could move now, and besides blinking, all he could do was watch, and scream inside his own mind. Being completely paralyzed was like a nightmare, only he couldn’t wake up from it.
“I’ve been so excited about this ever since Christine told me her plan,” Jenny confessed, “breaking up with you was great, but this is so much better.”
“Come on,” Christine giggled, giving Paul’s ass a quick slap, “Let’s have a heart to heart talk.”
Paul was finally allowed to step down, no longer fighting the urge to masturbate, jerking himself off while Christine and Jenny stood beside him.
Standing in a line, the three were in front of Jim, looking down at him while they each played with themselves. Paul being the only one who looked ashamed about it.
“So I’ll start,” Christine said, addressing her son. “After spending time with you today, and seeing how turned on you were about your father, I knew we had to do this, but I didn’t want to do it alone.”
“Your mom called me after you and her left the graveyard,” Jenny said with a smile, her fingers working her pussy even faster, “I never knew something so dark could turn me on so much, but I have to admit, It’s really fucking hot.”
“Paul was the hardest to convince,” Christine admitted, “but he can’t say no to his own dick, so I kept him horny last night – and after we were alone in your room, I … convinced him, to do what I wanted.”
Jim couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but the guilt on Paul’s face confirmed it.
“Now don’t worry, honey,” his mother giggled, “we’re not completely crazy. We’re not going to kill you or anything, that would be going too far.”
Jenny bit her lip and leaned forward. “But to be fair,” she grinned, “after seeing how happy everyone is over your daddy, well … we wouldn’t be upset if you died too.”
Dread descended into Jim as the girls laughed, and Paul cursed himself while stroking his cock even faster.
“Shut up,” Paul grunted, unable to stop his masturbation.
“Relax,” Christine giggled, “I said we weren’t going to kill him … but doesn’t the idea of Jim dying really turn you on?”
“No it doesn’t,” he answered, feeling humiliated as the girls laughed at him for still jerking off.
“You don’t have to feel bad over it,” Jenny teased, “this is just for us, Jim won’t remember a single word.”
Even knowing that, it brought little comfort to Paul as he watched his roommate stare blankly. Jim’s mind was still active behind his expressionless face, he could still understand them, and it must have been terrible. Why then, could he not stop pleasuring himself?
“I’m sorry, Jim,” Christine moaned, spreading her legs to show Jim how wet and excited she was, “but I agree with Jenny. You might be my son, but god, the idea of you dying gets me so fucking hot.”
“Damn it,” Paul whimpered, feeling his cock twitch in response.
“Yeah, you might not remember any of this,” said Jenny, “but from now on, all three of us will be hoping you die.”
“I-I wont be,” Paul struggled to say, “you two have g-gone crazy.”
Turning, Christine tilted her head and looked at him. “Okay, it’s time you stopped fighting it.”
Jim watched, horrified by what they had been saying, but now feeling even worse for how they were treating Paul. It was clear he was trying to fight it, that he actually cared about Jim, but the combination of drugs and sexual desire had started messing with his mind.
Pushing him forward, Paul climbed back onto the couch, positioning his cock back into Jim’s face. Christine moved around behind him, reaching through his legs and stroking his cock from underneath.
“Are you listening, Jim?” Christine asked, her face hidden behind Paul’s lower half, “I’m going to rim your best friend’s dirty asshole, and make him cum to what we just talked about.”
Jim’s eyes could barely look up enough to see Paul’s face, but he knew how guilty he felt. Paul didn’t want to do it, but the pleasure was becoming too much.
“I’m sorry, man,” he moaned, feeling Christine’s tongue push deep into his anus, “Oh fuck – I’m going to stop fighting it.”
Jim couldn’t blame his friend, and wished he could speak enough to forgive him. He had finally learned just how persuasive and evil Christine could be, but now Paul had been caught in her perverted web.
“Go ahead and say it,” Jenny urged, fingering herself where Paul could watch.
“J-Jim … “ Paul stuttered, feeling a pressure build inside his cock while Christine ate his ass like she was starving.
“Say it, he won’t even remember. You don’t have to feel bad about it, and I bet you’ll cum just from saying it.”
“Fuck,” he whined, “I … I’m so sorry, Jim-” Christine’s hand pumped his cock faster, pushing her tongue as deep as it would go. “I … I want the same thing they do,” he moaned, “I have to say it! I want you to die!” Paul’s cock finally erupted, his balls emptying across Jim’s expressionless face.
The girls cheered as he came, and Christine pulled out from his ass and laughed while her son was splattered in a thick coating of sperm, dripping over his eyebrows, in his hair, down his nose and over his lips.
“Say it again!” Christine ordered, shoving her index finger into Paul’s ass, causing his cock to pump another shot into Jim’s face.
“I want you to die, Jim,” he repeated with a moan, bracing himself against the couch.
“Again!” Jenny shouted, reaching for Paul’s right hand, pushing his fingers down until only his middle was standing.
Paul’s guilt mixed with pleasure, and he held his middle finger up to Jim’s face. “I want you to die goddamn it!” he shouted, unaware that the girls were reprogramming his brain through pleasure.
“Good boy,” Christine said, shoving Paul into Jenny’s arms and making her way back to Jim. Leaning over, she approached her son face to face, reaching up and pulling a curly black hair from her tongue, one that had come from Paul’s asshole. “You hear that, Jim? I told you: all three of us want you to die. Even later when you wake up and you don’t remember any of this; when Paul goes back to pretending to be your friend, we’re still going to be thinking of it.” Opening Jim’s mouth, Christine placed the ass hair onto his tongue and smiled.
“I know one thing,” Jenny giggled, getting everyone’s attention, “whenever he does die, we’re totally having sex on his casket. Right Paul?”
Jim’s eyes shifted to his roommate’s face.
“Fuck yes,” Paul moaned, his cock still stiff from the drug.
“That pill you took,” Christine said, noticing Paul’s undying erection, “is going to keep you hard and horny for a couple hours. That means you can’t come down from the high, or feel bad about any of this.”
Jim wanted to cry, he couldn’t believe just how terrible things had become, and worst of all that he wouldn’t remember any of it. He could only pray and hope that Paul really did have his back, and that sometime in the future, he would make sure to tell him what happened.
“So what fun thing can we do next?” Jenny asked, leaning up and kissing Paul, which he hungrily returned.
“I have an idea,” Christine grinned, “now that Jim knows what we really think about him, I say we prove it.”
Jenny squealed, pushing Paul back toward Christine and Jim. Once more forced to climb over the couch, the girls joined him as they helped guide his painfully hard cock to Jim’s cum covered lips.
“Why don’t we show Paul how easy it would be to kill his best friend?”
Jim screamed inside when his roommate’s cock was eased into his mouth. Paul groaned from the extra sensitivity, but the warmth and wetness of Jim’s mouth felt like heaven as he pushed his hips forward.
“Now we do this,” Christine giggled, reaching over and pinching Jim’s nose shut, “Okay Paul, Jim will die in a few minutes unless you take your cock out.”
Jim could feel his airway shut off, and with his body being so relaxed his lungs couldn’t pull air through his mouth, not with such a large cock blocking the way.
“Oh fuck,” Paul moaned, slowly humping Jim’s face.
Christine and Jenny both smiled maliciously, reaching around and pushing Paul’s hips forward, causing his cock to sink deeper into Jim’s throat, his ragdoll body unable to fight back.
“Keep going, baby,” Christine purred, still holding her son’s nose shut, “we won’t blame you if he dies.”
Because of the dick in his mouth, Jim’s head was tilted back, allowing him up look up and at Paul’s face. The guilt he had seen moments ago had almost completely faded, and now his roommate looked desperate for pleasure.
“Oh god … I’m sorry, Pal, just … ugh, hang in there okay? I really need this.”
With his lungs starting to burn from a lack of oxygen, Paul continued pumping his roommate’s mouth, causing Jim’s head to ragdoll with each thrust.
“Does it feel good, baby?” Jenny whispered.
Jim’s eyes had started crossing while his body screamed for air. Then, in a moment of sheer terror, Jenny and Christine reached for Paul’s ass, pushing him forward and stopping his movement. Paul’s long, thick cock sat lodged in Jim’s throat, unmoving as the girls giggled at the way he twitched.
“Fuck!” Paul suddenly cried out, pulling away and groaning.
Jim’s lungs sucked air as the girls burst into laughter. It had been the most horrifying moment of his life, but luckily Paul had the sense to save his friend.
“Did that feel good?” Christine asked, finally letting go of her son’s nose.
“God yes,” Paul gushed, knowing Jim could still hear him, “I really didn’t want to stop.”
The girls looked at Jim, and although he was still expressionless and slumped against the couch, they knew how much he was hurting inside.
“Well it’s early,” Jenny giggled, continuing to reprogram Paul’s brain by rewarding him with a deep french kiss, “we could always just finish him later,” she said when they parted.
Paul was looking loopy as their lips separated, in a daze of pleasure. When Jenny leaned into his ear and whispered, it looked as if he was trying to hold back a smile, but it eventually came, and he started grinning as raised his middle finger to flip off his best friend again.
“There’s a good boy,” Jenny cooed.
“Well, why don’t keep the fun going?” Christine said, pulling Jim down and laying him on his back, now stretched out along the length of the couch. Climbing up, she positioned her large puffy pussy over Jim’s face, leaving it to hover while dripping it’s honey onto him. “I want to be fucked,” she said bluntly, “and I want him to watch.”
Paul and Jenny stepped over, quickly noticing that there simply wasn’t enough room on the couch to get behind her. Instead, Christine had no choice but to dismount her son, taking her fist and punching him in the gut several times in frustration, before Paul grabbed Jim’s body and pulled him off, dragging him into the center of the room.
Completely limp, Paul released Jim’s arms causing his head to strike the floor, resulting in laughter from everyone, even Paul, despite his attempt not to.
Now that there was space, Christine mounted her son again, putting her pussy over his face with her labia nearly touching his nose. When Paul entered her from behind, Jim’s view was limited to watching them fuck, until their sex reached a faster pace, and his head was bumped, causing it to tilt and fall against her thigh.
With the moans of pleasure around him, no one even noticed that he could no longer see, but he was sure they didn’t care. Lower on his body, Jenny had now crawled over his waist, and he was shocked to feel her pussy grinding against his cock.
“Don’t get a big head, loser,” Jenny laughed, “I still want you to die, I’m just using your little dick to rub myself, I don’t want it inside me.”
From the kissing, it was clear that Jenny and Christine were making out, but as Paul grew closer to orgasm, their lips parted so that his mother’s voice could be expressed. Cursing, moaning, yelling, Paul and Chris came together, nearly drowning Jim with the torrent of their combined liquids.
Christine’s pussy gushed with fluid, mixed with Paul’s thick cum. All of it leaked and poured onto Jim’s face, over his lips and even up his nose, making it a struggle to breath.
When Christine and Jenny swapped positions, they noticed Jim’s head had slumped to the side, so to keep him looking up, Jenny tightened her thighs around his face, ensuring he would have the best view of Paul stretching her pussy.
“Say it again, baby,” Jenny moaned as his dick pushed inside her.
“I want him to die,” Paul repeated.
“Mmm, this is the reward you get for saying it,” Jenny moaned, backing her ass into him as he grabbed her hips.
Like Jenny before her, Christine now busied herself with Jim’s lower half, but instead of playing with his dick, she was attempting to stand on her son’s stomach with one foot. Her weight crushed into him, and although Jim could feel all the pain, his body remained unmoving.
Eventually Paul came again for the third time that morning, and Jim’s face was further drenched by the mixture of slimy fluids.
“Did he drown in your cum? Please say yes,” Christine laughed, stepping off her son as Jenny and Paul removed themselves.
Lifting his head, Paul attempted to wipe away any slime from Jim’s nose, making it easier for him to breath. As he did, the girls leaned down, and as if in protest of his kindness, both spit directly into Jim’s face, Jenny’s wad striking him directly in the eye.
“Now you,” they said, and with Jim using his one clear eye to look at his roommate, Paul frowned, but still hacked up phlegm before spitting it into Jim’s face, watching it drool down his forehead and nose.
“What else can we do to him?” Jenny asked, fingering her pussy as Paul’s cum leaked from it.
Christine tilted her head, thinking a moment. “You know, just because we’ll be happier with him dead, doesn’t mean we couldn’t let him have a little fun too. Paul, why don’t you bend your boyfriend over the coffee table and give him a good fucking like you gave us.”
Becoming more and more obedient, he followed her orders and pulled Jim’s limp body to the coffee table, propping him up before mounting him like he did the girls. Using his body weight to hold Jim in place, Christine and Jenny used their hands to help Guide Paul’s erection, until he finally thrust himself inside.
With as terrible as the entire experience had been thus far, being mounted by Paul was by far the easiest to receive. Jim’s face had slumped and now laid side ways against the wooden table, feeling Paul’s full weight against his back, while each thrust seemed to knock the wind from his lungs.
“Tell him again,” Christine ordered.
Leaning closer, Paul pressed his lips to Jim’s ear. “I got your back, baby,” he whispered in a tone that no one else could hear, before quickly saying in a much louder voice, “I want you to die, loser.”
Jim could feel the drugs starting to weaken his consciousness, meaning it wouldn’t be much longer before his body gave up and he passed out. Before it could happen, Jim held on as long as he could, trying to stay awake while Paul rode him.
Finally, with the last bit of energy he had left, Paul finally came, emptying another thick load while Jim’s cock below responded to the stimulation, firing it’s own load down the legs of the coffee table and onto the floor.
“Hah! You made him cum! You’re both such faggots!” Jenny laughed without remorse.
“I take it back,” Christine said, crossing her arms and looking jealous, “he doesn’t deserve to have fun.”
To Jim, their voices had started distorting, the noises rising and falling as his brain failed to fight back the drug.
“I want to hurt him more. Let’s beat the shit out of him, and I don’t care if we leave bruises, I want him to know how much we hate him.”
Jim couldn’t fight the oncoming darkness. Paul’s secretive whisper had given him hope, even if he wouldn’t remember it. His eyes began to flutter, just as Christine’s fist collided with his cheek, rolling his head to the side. Barely feeling the impact, Jenny’s foot came next, swinging into his stomach and knocking him off the table where he fell back across the floor.
The room’s brightness was growing dimmer, but he could still see Christine yelling at Paul. The sounds were muffled to a point he couldn’t understand, but whatever she was ordering, Paul was refusing.
He could see her lips moving, but now the sound had completely stopped as she pointed down at her son, angrily waving at him. Jim’s eyelids lowered further as Paul knelt beside him, his mouth moving but with no words to hear.
Jim’s fight against the roofie finally ended, and he completely passed out just as Paul’s hand reached for him.
Epilogue: (Coming sometime soon)