MOLLY'S NEW JOB

ll his life, Charles wanted to be a doctor. They say your name determines what you're going to be when you grow up. Some of his friends' names were Rocky, Mookey and Thor. Obviously they were not meant for the medical profession, and certainly were never going to be Nobel winners. In fact, Rocky never lived to be 25; they found his body in the truck of his car, with a crushed skull.

Charles was a brilliant student, but his professors wondered how he managed to 'ace' his exams, when he slept only every other night. Yes, he was whoring around; but to be fair, his women were not whores, but like himself, were in pre-med. Pre-med is an undergraduate program and when Charles was in pre-med he had indefatigable stamina and would fuck a snake if it held its head still long enough. Charles managed to graduate from medical school, with a specialty in family practice. He had lost weight but not his virility.

He didn't skip grades, so he was close to 30 when he was ready to enter the fray. He was six feet tall, wore a size 40 jacket, and didn't stand out in a crowd. His dick was about 10 inches long, typical of tall skinny guys, and he knew how to use it. He spent long hours studying Gray's Anatomy and memorized every nerve ending and receptor in a woman's vulva. The vulva, as you know, contains the external parts of a woman's genitals, especially the clit.

Always loving a challenge, Charles found it very easy to pick up college girls, and an occasional housewife. But no woman fascinated him as much as his mother.

We usually find Charles in bed with his mother, Isabel, a hot-assed female who was fixated on sucking his cock. She lived a life of frustration, married to an indifferent, and always tired, husband. He owned a small restaurant, made good money, but when he came home, he collapsed.

Isabel was almost 50 years old, but she looked 30. Her thick hair was a dirty blond, her skin was flawless, and other than faint lines around her eyes, she always received cat calls when she walked through the mall. She had long legs, a tight ass, and when she was home she usually wore short shorts. That the cheeks of her plump ass were exposed, not to make a fashion statement, but to fuel her son's libido. Her inner thighs never failed to give Charles a hard-on, and so Charles spent many hours wanking off to her thighs and ass. Her breasts were full, sagged a bit due to gravity, and had thick nipples that got stiff when she was aroused.

Like most women, she like to look at herself in a mirror. She preferred the mirror on her closet door, because she wanted to look at all of her. Not up close, but from a distance, lying partially naked on her bed. It made her feel like a stranger, like a voyeur, watching that woman on the bed. Her thighs appeared bigger, from the low level angle, and her thick, hairy groin area was almost obscene. Wearing a half slip, so her boobs were exposed, was her attempt at modesty; but it aroused her. The woman in the mirror twisted her thick nipples, and her thighs were parted. Pretending there was a man, or even a woman, watching her made her feel wickedly whorish.

When the throbbing in her cunt arrived, she'd get on the bed and watch the woman in the mirror use her fingers in her pussy. Her cunt was very hairy because she liked it that way. It was very erotic, Victorian, like the women walking the streets of London. She thought she might have been a prostitute in a past life. She felt she'd be good at it.

She had a part time job at the thrift shop, much like a Goodwill store. Customers were usually indigent and mostly women. She made friends quickly and was attracted to women like herself, women whose full lips were always parted and moist. She avoided thin-lipped women.

During slow times, she took long breaks and masturbated in the ladies' room. Sometimes she grabbed a paperback book off the shelf, one of those romance novels where men's cocks were always stiff and ready for action. Reading the purple passages, she'd climax over and over until she heard a customer come in. She knew herself, and had no recriminations. She accepted her voracious appetite for sex, and didn't put labels on herself. There was no other way.

Chapter 2

She and Charles had been watching television when Isabel decided she wanted to play with Charles' cock. He was sitting across from her, and he was wearing running shorts that fit snugly on his slim thighs. Her eyes were focused on the bulge between his legs, and it appeared to be growing. It was her physical presence of course, her female pheromones attacking his nostrils. The throbbing between her legs was making her restless, making it difficult for her to keep her mind on the program. She was wearing a skirt at this moment, and Charles could almost feel the heat coming from her crotch.

Charles muttered something to himself, reached under her skirt, and spread her thighs apart. How many times had he fantasized about looking up her legs! Isabel began to shake, averting her eyes from him. But the image of his hard cock in her pants remained in her mind. She curled her finger into tight fists, resting them on her thighs. She took a quick look at the television, pretending to be interested in the show they were watching.

She took a deep breath, and making sure he was watching her, she flung her legs wide apart. She knew Charles loved her legs so she would tease him by slowly opening and closing her legs. Most often she wore no underwear so Charles could see the thick pubic hair on her pussy.

Charles stared at the stretched crotch band of her panties, seeing the hair and the wetness that soaked her. The creamy flesh of her inner thighs, with soft dark hair curling from the edges of her panties, made his balls ache. Isabel closed her thighs, but only to tease him.

"Wow, that made my balls tingle!" he told her. She smiled to herself because she wanted his balls to tingle. This was the game they played, keeping each other aroused and yet pretending nothing was going on.

He wanted to take her, to do her, on the floor. He was hard, rock hard. She was wet, but wanted to blow him, to suck on his massive limb. His creamy load, by itself, made her climax. And when she came, it wasn't just a drizzle; the electricity made her asshole throb.

Chapter 3

Doing the same thing, over and over, becomes dull. Charles being a creative type, wanted to spice up his life. His mother was his toy, and sometimes he played with her, arousing her, and then got bored, and decide to go out somewhere. She didn't know where he went. Sometimes he stayed out until 2 AM, but she never asked him about it. When he came home she was relieved. He wasn't much of a drinker, and she assumed he had someone outside, or wanted a change and picked up a woman.

Church was a good place to pick up a woman. Husbands rarely went to church and women were most vulnerable, feeling spiritual and horny. Some of the women knew Charles, and knew he was a doctor. They trusted him because he was kind, and soft spoken, and he listened to them complain about their husbands. Then they would go with him out into the parking lot, and let him fuck them. Usually it was in the back seat of his car, sometimes out on the grass. Wherever they could stretch out.

They were nicely dressed because women dressed to go to church. So he fucked them while they were dressed, just slipping their panties to the side so he got easy access to their cunts. They wore their nylons, sometimes bare legged. He didn't care, as long as they wanted fucking. Some of the women were older than Isabel , but most were in their 30's, married about 5-7 years. They were dying for a good fuck and as long as Charles controlled himself, the ladies would climax over and over. And once he had fucked a woman, he could fuck her again when he wanted her.

Fucking women from church gave him a sense of freedom. He never felt he was cheating on his mother. She was always available to him, even if she'd masturbated for hours, because her cunt always wanted more. He knew she was insatiable. It wasn't like she'd tell him she had a headache, and roll over and ignore him. All he had to do was look at her, glance down at her legs, or smile at her plump backside, and she knew what he wanted.

Chapter 4

Charles wanted to give Isabel something she'd remember for the rest of her life. His obvious choice was a vibrating dildo, and because her pussy was large, he looked for something that would surely get her off. A battery operated dildo you could use in an earthquake. The issue was adaptability. You can't talk to a dildo, and after a while you get jaded. Isabel , that is.

He knew she was getting older, and he eventually would get married and move away from her, and her cunt would throb and she'd be thinking of all the good times they had together, fucking and sucking each other. They didn't have a photo album and she regretted not having any pictures of Charles jerking off for her. She would have let Charles take beaver shots of her, but he never asked her. When you're eighty years old, it's nice to have beaver shots taken when you were fifty.

To this end, Charles placed an ad on line for a lady's maid. He thought of an agency that specialized in maid service, but he wanted more than maid service. He wanted a care giver, but even more than a care giver. In his mind he wanted a full time slut for his mother, a woman that would lick his mother's cunt, and maybe, between times, massage her, rub oil into her soft skin, make sure her ass was clean, and keep her in a constant state of arousal. He wanted his mother purring like a cat, or maybe moaning in lust. He knew his mother was insatiable.

He had to be careful not to be too specific since the #metoo people would be after his ass. He preferred the applicant have an hourglass figure and be a little dumb. Not too dumb, but dumb enough so that she'd be horny most of the day, not reading romance novels.

He worded the ad such that it was ambiguous enough, and any woman between the age of 30 and 50 would apply. He preferred phone interviews at first and eliminated women who used words he couldn't comprehend. Not foreign words, but words referring to past employers as abusive or chauvinistic. Even phrases like 'equal pay' indicated a potential problem. Charles simply asked their dress size, and their height. He told them it was for a uniform.

He initially decided to interview two applicants at a time and had the ladies waiting on the patio. He made videos of them as they waited and evaluated them on their appearance. Those women who chatted with each other and exchanged phone numbers received bonus points. Moreover, those women whom he caught gamahunching each other received five stars.

***

That night, after dinner, Charles told his mother the good news. They were in bed together and Charles let her play with his cock as they spoke.

"You know, your birthday is coming up soon," he needlessly informed her. She was smearing precum over his massive knob which made it difficult for him to sound serious.

She didn't answer him, knowing he had something in mind. She let him continue.

"I got you a maid!"

"A what? For what?"

"Well, she's more a lady's maid. Not for laundry or doing dishes. But to look after you. Pamper you ..."

"What would she be doing?"

"Bathing you ... pedicures ... your hair ..."

"Jeez, Charles, I am not royalty! I don't need a maid!"

"OK, OK! Meet her first and then tell me. I'm at the hospital a lot, and I know you get lonely ..." and horny, which he neglected to add.

Thinking about it, she realized the possibilities. She and Charles were very much alike, and she smiled at the thought of a lovely maid licking her ass.

Chapter 5

Their affair had begun three years ago. Wearing nothing but panties, Isabel had been watching a soap opera on television. It was a hot scene, as hot as the sponsor would allow. As usual, she was juicing not long after she began playing with her tits. Once her juices began soaking her panties, she couldn't resist. It had become her habit to finger-fuck herself to orgasm while she chewed on her nipples. She had spread her legs wide apart. Automatically, her hand slipped into her panties. As a moan escaped her lips, she slid her fingers into her slit and a warm glow permeated her groin.

She remembered herself leaning back in her chair and her legs over the arms. Two fingers were churning her pussy, the heel of her palm mashed her large clit as she fingered herself. She had started moaning uncontrollably, when she heard a noise. Startled, she had opened her eyes to see Charles standing there. His cock bulged ominously in the front of his pants.

For a moment, neither of them moved. But the sight of his huge affair stirred something inside her. She couldn't help herself. She threw off her panties, then threw her legs back over the arms of the chair. With her fingers, she stretched her vulva wide open. Charles looked at the swollen, dripping hole. He looked into her eyes, taking in every feature of her face. He looked at her full breasts, with thick red nipples. Her eyes were pleading with him. Then he looked at her open fuckhole again.

"Give it to me, Charles!" she told him. "Fuck me - I need it bad!"

He got out of his clothes and was on top of her. She took his cock and guided it to her cunt. As his massive affair touched the sensitive pussy flesh, she gasped. Desire had now flooded her entire being, and she had never wanted it so bad. She gasped as Charles squirreled his cockhead into her. He paused for a few seconds, then plunged his penis deep into her slippery cunt.

"Oooooooh! Oh, God, yes!" she groaned. "Uuuugh!"

She arched her pelvis up to meet him, taking most all of his member in one long stroke. When his balls nestled into the crack between her asscheeks, she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Pleasure filled her body. Her cunt throbbed powerfully. It was stretched wide, clamped around his throbber, and suctioned with his every thrust. It was the first time in months that a real cock had been in her pussy.

He kissed her hungrily, their lips were glued together. They hugged each other tightly. Their hips began moving in sync, with her ample bosom cushioning him, her knees locked around his back.

"Oh, fuck, Mom!" he panted.

"Oh, yes - God, yes!"

His cock grew stiffer inside her. He began fucking her good now, pulling back until his prickhead came into view and then fucking his joint back into her pussy. Her body recoiled with each thrust. She began shrieking with the pleasure. It had been so long!

"Suck my tits!" she gasped.

He bent down to reach them. Her nipples were swollen and distended. His lips clamped on the left one. He began squeezing and pulling on it with his lips. The feeling sent chills coursing through her body. It was new and exciting to be fucked and sucked at the same time! She began to shake from her lust, and her tremors made his balls begin to boil. Reluctantly, he let her tit flop out of his mouth.

Isabel lay back, panting. She grabbed both nipples and began squeezing them. Her tit action thrilled her, and a shudder ran through her. Her clit swelled and engorged. Her fuck juices oozed nonstop, dripping out of her stretched pussy and down into her asshole. She felt a hot flush creep up from her toes to her brain. And then the spasms hit her. She clawed at his back, urging him on. "Oh! Oh! It's coming, baby - oh, God, yes, fuck me! Ohhhh!"

Her cunt contracted as the climax flooded her mind. Her body shook uncontrollably, the gasps of release coming sharply from deep in her throat. She fucked back at him, working her cunt in circles. Her vaginal muscles clamped his cock, squeezing and sucking at it, wanting his seed inside her. Charles grunted and buried his head between her neck and shoulder. Her clutching pussy demanded his cum load. He couldn't hold back much longer.

"Awww, fuck," he grunted. "I'm coming!"

All at once, his thick dick exploded. His body shook. His eyes squeezed shut. His breath caught in his throat. The first spasm suctioned the length of his cock. Then another, more powerful spurt which splashed over the velvety walls of her cavity. His cock was a sperm hose, gushing into her wet pussy. She milked him with her muscles, clutching at his cock, sucking at it to empty his balls. Finally he fell against her. The last spasms shook him and he lay still, panting. Gently, she eased him to sit up.

"Let me suck it to keep it hard," she said, cupping his balls.

As he stood back, she knelt. His long cock was limp, but shining from the coating of cum smeared on it. Quickly, she ovaled her lips, and he held her head, guiding his pole into her mouth. She clutched his ass, pulling her face to his body. His cock slid deep into her throat. She sucked and licked hungrily, rolling his prick from side to side with her tongue. She felt the spongy limb expanding, and sucked harder.

Charles was in his favorite position. He liked the thought of dominating his mother so completely. Gently, he turned her head from side to side, feeling the soft, moisture of her lips and tongue. His cock was swollen to its full ten inches, the thickness stretching his mother's lips obscenely apart. His hips gyrated slowly as he fucked her mouth, the pleasure sending chills up and down his body.

"Oh, yes... God, yes, Mom! Suck it!"

Isabel purred, closing her eyes. She concentrated on feeling his flesh filling her mouth. Hungrily, she locked her lips behind his cockknob. He held still as she gave him her tongue action. She turned her head from side to side, gliding her slick lips around the crown. Her tongue bathed the big nut. It slid around the piss-hole, eager for a taste of cum. It moved in wider circles and she felt it twitching in response, the nut growing larger. She cupped his balls, imagining how it would feel shortly when he spurted into her mouth. The thought set her cunt on fire!

Charles must have read her thoughts, for he reached behind him. As his fingers touched her cunt, his back arched. His huge cock fucked deeper in her mouth. His fingers felt the thick blond hair covering her mons. He liked hearing her whimper, and her mewing and moaning told him how turned on she was.

"Mmmmppphhh - ohhhh!" she murmured, the sounds muffled.

His fingers slid lower. Lightly, they found her clit. She arched her cunt up, wanting him to frig her. His hand came down flat over her bud. He pressed firmly and began massaging. The pleasure went right to her brain. She spread her legs wider, making the her hole gape open slowly, her hips gyrated, and she was juicing over his hand.

Charles knew he was driving his mother crazy. He teased her cunt slit, rubbing the finger up and down the whole length. It was smooth, slippery from her own drool. His finger slid easily around her vaginal cavity. Isabel groaned again, the pleasure intense. She pumped her cunt, responsive, her clit swollen to twice its size, and she felt she was close to ejaculation. Crying for more, she was almost hysterical; he used his thumb to massage her miniature cock, and then rammed it inside. He knew she wanted more stimulation and he gave it to her.

"Shit!" she cried, her body lurching as he thrust two fingers into her. She felt herself squirt, a first one and she knew she'd squirt again.

She gyrated from side to side. His two fingers were fucking her hard. The thick oil lubed his fingers as he twisted his hand in circles, stretching the walls of her cunt almost to the point he wanted to fist her. She had a big pussy, and it turned him on, but he wanted to wait.

Isabel loved what he was doing to her. Bracing against the bed with her feet, she humped up and down vigorously. She met every deep thrust of his fingers with her open vulva, loving it as they jammed deep again and again. Her body was overheated. Her lips and tongue worked with a will of their own. She could feel his penis swelling even more with excitement. Her mouth was full of his cock, and her pussy was full of his fingers. The pleasure was too great for her brain to process. Crying out, she exploded."Oh, God! Uuhhh - uuhh - unnnggghhh!"

She threw her trembling body into the air. Her muscles tightened. Her legs spasmed and kicked. Her cunt swelled and then convulsed. She met each hard drive of his fingers with one of her own, fucking back like a wild animal. Her juices spurted as her vaginal muscles contracted again and again. Mindlessly, she gobbled and sucked her son's cock. Her fingers teased and massaged his swinging balls. .

"Yes ... that's it! Suck it! Suck my cock!" he cried.

Isabel 's climax made his balls boil. As he sensed her body relaxing, he fucked deeper into her mouth. Bringing his fingers to her mouth, he slid them inside, too. Her tongue didn't stop moving as her own juices joined his. He grabbed the sides of her head. His body was arched high into the air now, thrusting his cock out as far as it could go. He felt his cock expanding, the preliminary juices leaking from the tip. He fucked her mouth faster, groaning and holding her hair as he felt himself about to shoot.

His prick was slick with her slippery saliva, and her lips pumped up and down like a tight-fitting rubber ring. The way his hands grabbed in her hair made her suck harder. Her body was glowing from her first climax, but she needed more. She breathed deeply, squeezing her thighs together. Her thick thighs were stimulating her labia.

She writhed under him. Her hands grabbed at his ass. Her fingers probed at his asshole, digging deep into the crack between his asscheeks. She urged him on, gripping his asscheeks tightly and pulling him into her mouth. Whimpers of lust escaped from deep within her throat. She was losing control of her body functions. She felt she needed to piss and she dribbled urine mixed with her juices.

Isabel 's behavior sent him over the brink. Moaning loudly, his hands loving holding her head and face, Charles pumped at her as if it were her cunt. His voice quivered as he grunted, "Oh Goddamn ... suck it! Here it ... comes!"

His body tensed. His cock swelled. His balls tightened. He sucked in air, his legs shaking. Then a long, deep groan squeezed from his throat. His cock exploded.

He was drained and her mouth was full of his creamy spunk by the time his body calmed. She swallowed the load and thought it was sweet. She wanted to keep his cock in her mouth, so lightly sucked him while he rested. It kept twitching in her mouth. Her tongue probed the pisshole, searching for more cum. Every now and then, a bit seeped out. Finally, he pulled it out.

Charles 's eyes opened and he watched Isabel licked his nipple. Quickly, it got hard. Her tongue flicked back and forth over it. Her hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them. She sucked his nipple, while her hand fondled his cock. She jacked the limp prick for a while, then went back to his balls. While she lifted them gently, she slid her mouth lower. She pressed her face into his belly, kissing it.

"It's getting hard again!" he told her.

She smiled up at him, feeling his cock. "Mmmm - good, I need more action from you!"

Swiftly, she pressed her face into his balls. She jacked his cock with her hand, sucking and nibbling on his balls. The salty flavor of the moist flesh between his balls and his asshole gave her erotic pleasure. She probed lower, trying to taste his asshole. He laughed at her, pressing his ass against the mattress. The desire to lick his ass grew stronger even as he was embarrassed. She teased his cock and balls with her hands as she looked up at him, blinking. Nobody had licked his ass before.

"Let me lick your ass," she whispered.

Charles looked into her eyes, and saw her lust. She had done it to her husband before, and she knew how good it felt. Her husband liked her tongue in his ass, and she wanted to show Charles how nice it was. He didn't resist as she rolled him onto his stomach.

Isabel thrilled at the sight of his muscular ass. She squeezed his cheeks. She rubbed them. She spread them apart. As she did, she rubbed her face against them. Her hands kneaded his ass firmly. Her face moved to the asscrack. She licked the top of his ass crack, then she kissed both asscheeks several times. Magnetically, her mouth was drawn back to the crack. She spread his asscheeks as her tongue traced a wet line down the split asscrack. Charles groaned from the tongue action she was giving him.

She held them far apart as she tongued his asshole, turning her head from side to side in pleasure. When Charles began pressing his ass harder against her face, she sucked and licked even more hungrily.

"Oh, God!" he groaned. "Mmmm - oh, yeah!"

He lay there with his head on his arms, his eyes closed. Chills rushed up and down his body. His mother's tongue felt so good licking his butt. The sensation made his body shiver with pleasure as his most secret spot was eaten. He couldn't help twisting his ass in little circles. Then he felt her thumbs prying the tight pucker open. Suddenly, her tongue stabbed inside.

"Oooooooh! Do it!"

To his mother, incest was a turn-on. It wasn't just a guy in bed, it was her son. She wasn't concerned about his opinion of her. She could do anything she wanted. In fact, she thought of squatting over him and pissing on his face. He'd still love her. She thought about farting, but it was a bit over the top.

Isabel was galvanized. Her head twisted and tuned. She pressed her face deep between his cheeks. She pulled at the ass pucker with her thumbs, trying to make it gape open for her tongue. Charles was writhing in ecstasy now. His cock throbbed. It was as stiff as before, but it felt bigger. Her tongue was setting him on fire. He spread his legs wider, pushing against his mother's face. He gyrated, while the woman held on and kept her face glued in position. The way she sucked and licked torched his brain. He couldn't take it any longer. His balls were ready again. He had to fuck her now.

"I want to fuck you! Give me your pussy!" Isabel watched Charles roll over. His cock stood hugely stiff and menacing. She could see it pulsing luridly, waiting for her. The cockhead was swollen purple. Precum seeped out of the pisshole.

"Mmmmm... oh, yes!" she moaned. "But first I'm going to suck it some more!"

She bent down and engulfed his cockhead. The spongy knob filled her mouth once again. She nursed on it, tasting the cum. It turned her on! She loved it! Sucking cock was one of her favorite pastimes. She loved seeing a man squirm as his cock was gobbled and sucked as good as she did it. He arched his back and grabbed her hair. He pulled her face down, at the same time fucking his thick cock deep into her throat.

"Quit teasing me, damn you! Suck on it, Mom!"

Her mouth was stuffed now. She fondled his balls as her mouth went to work. Her tongue swirled and licked. She nursed on it, her lips wrapped tightly around the swollen cockshaft. Her lips and tongue caressed and squeezed, measuring the velvety smooth cock-flesh and feeling how it filled her mouth. She felt his excitement in her mouth, the swollen, throbbing prick engorging more with blood as she sucked. Her own excitement was evident by the vast amount of juice now trickling down her inner thighs.

Letting go of his balls, she reached between her own legs. Wetness coated her fingers as she pressed them into her hole. Her cunt opened up beneath her fingers. She lifted her head, even as Charles tried to pull her head back down.

"Fuck me now," she said. Charles looked into her beautiful blue eyes. Her blonde hair was wet from the intense action she was giving him. Her lips were parted and glistening. She looked so submissive, and she was waiting for him to rip her open. His cock throbbed harder as he was prepared to feast on her body, fuck her back and front, and upside down. He wondered if she'd be able to balance herself if he fucked her bottoms up.

"Get onto my dick. Sit on it!" he told her.

She knelt back on her haunches, taking a deep breath. Her heavy boobs hung forward. She felt a surge of adrenaline energize her. Supporting herself with her hands on her son's hips, she straddled him. His cock stood stiff and wet, the blood pumping through it, making it twitch and jerk. She grasped his thick prick and held it upright. With the fingers of her other hand, she opened the swollen lips of her pussy. Then she lowered herself.

"Mmmmm!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, I can hardly fit this monster inside me!"

Charles 's eyes shone, too. He stared between his mother's legs. Her cunt hair was moist. His prick looked huge as it appeared to work itself up into her bowels. It throbbed again and again as she rubbed the prickhead up and down her open pussy slit to coat it with her oil.

"Feels good! C'mon, put it in!"

Isabel lowered herself onto the massive impaler, her labia stretching to accommodate it. She leaned back, giving herself up to the feeling of being drilled by a giant penis. The stretching of her pussy lips sent shivers of pleasure shooting through her body. She began slowly hunching, taking more of her son's massive plugger. Charles gripped his mother's hips as he watched the action of her thick thighs. He loved her smooth thighs!

She arched her back, taking a deep breath. The fullness she felt as his rammer sunk into her made her body buzz.

"Shit, Jeez! I feel like my cunt's gonna explode!"

Her legs began working. She rose and fell a few times, savoring the deep stroking he was giving her. She gyrated slowly, mashing her cuntlips against him. Her fuckhole stretched from side to side. Quivering with excitement, she began riding him faster. As her legs steadily pumped her whole body up and down, she slid both hands to her cunt. She stretched her cunt open, her fingers going for her exposed clit. Charles watched closely as she played with her lady cock. He had to smile as he watched. Each time his mother's fingers touched her clit, her body jerked.

Isabel frigged herself frantically, her hips and legs working on their own. After a while, her hands roved up her body. Her hands slid up her sides and over her stomach, while her son's hands slid out of the way. As she cupped her tits, she opened her eyes. Charles was watching her, she already knew, but actually seeing him as he watched her made it even better. His hands kept gently caressing her body as her own hands began massaging her meaty breasts. He reached up, brushing her hands away.

"Let me do that," he said.

Isabel smiled devilishly, sliding her hands down her flanks. Her tits pushed out, aching for his touch. She offered her breasts to him, and he took them. They moved faster together. Their bodies pumped in perfect rhythm. "Oh, yes, Charles!" she cried. "Pinch them! Harder! Yes, do it harder, Charles! Pinch them!"

Charles pinched and pulled her tits very hard now. He took both nipples and mashed them with all his strength. He watched his mother cringe as the intense pain went to her very toes.

"Ahhhh!" Isabel screamed again. "Oh, it hurrrts!"

Charles eased her nipples back into position, letting the pressure off. He cupped her tits in both hands. Roughly, he squeezed them. They bulged out, the doughy flesh overflowing between his fingers. He squeezed them repeatedly as his mother's breathing came harder and deeper. Then he went back to her nipples.

Charles watched, his eyes glazed over, as a flush spread throughout her body. He lunged off the bed to fuck his cock deep each time she slammed down onto him. Isabel looked at him, a slight smile of pleasure on her lips. The quivering began at her toes and moved up her legs. Her brain lost track of where she was. Chills rushed up and down her spine. And then she exploded. She threw herself against his body.

"Oh, God! Uuuuhhhh!" she cried. "I'm dying!"

The strong clutching action of his mother's cunt drove Charles insane. He let go of her tits, his hands squeezing into her hips. He pulled her to him, driving his cock hard into her. The soft wetness of her cunt milked him. His cock felt like it were made of steel. His toes curled up, quivering, and he pulled her down against him.

Passionately, he kissed her. Their mouths opened and their tongues twirled together. The feel of her hot, sweet mouth sent him over the edge.

"Aaannnggghhh... unnnggghhh!" he moaned.

Isabel hungrily kissed him, taking all he could give her. She loved the way he fucked her, especially when he was coming. She rode him right back, milking his cock for his cum.

She finally rolled off him, looking at his cream coated cock. It shone wetly, a thick froth of fuck-juices coating it.

"Look at me, Charles ," she said.

She leaned back and raised her knees. Her cunt was pointed straight at him. She spread it open. He could see her juices dribbling from the top of her pussy slit to her asshole.

"C'mon... lick it, baby," she said, "use your tongue on me ..."

Charles couldn't resist her gaping, wet vulva. With a moan, he buried his face between her legs and began eating her. Isabel leaned back. His soft lips and tongue lapped at her inflamed tissue, causing ripples of lust to tease her hot box. Gently, he licked up and down her thick cunt lips.

"I'm coming again! Don't stop! Oh, God, yes!"

She pulled his face hard, mashing her pussy against his lips. Spasms rolled through her once more, her body shaking. She panted, holding his head tightly between her legs, until she fell back with satisfaction. It was a long climax, that seemed to last for hours. Yet it was only minutes.

Charles gently licked her until they heard his father's car pulling into the driveway.

"Oh God, Charles!"

Isabel jumped up and rushed into the bathroom. Charles slipped under the covers, watching her go. Mom is insatiable, he thought.

Chapter 6

Finding the right maid for Isabel demanded care and caution. He hardly planned to screen resumes with a computer. Interviews were conducted while Isabel was working. He wanted to surprise her, of course, and the women were seated on a recliner such that their legs and thighs were open. He wanted to make the interview appear legitimate, not that he was casting for an escort service. His questions gradually transitioned into talking smut. Women loved to talk dirty, as much as they pretended to be offended.

After careful deliberation, and some wanking to his favorites, he found a sweet person who was from the UK, with soft blue eyes, a firm bosom and broad hips. She was very pretty, had never been married, and had no one she could call a boyfriend.

Molly's interview was scheduled for 11 o'clock and she was on time. She was excited about this career opportunity, to be a lady's maid. She wore a white blouse, and a tight black pencil skirt, and by the way her dress fit in the hips, Charles wondered if she was wearing underwear. He greeted her with a strong handshake and she seized the moment by giving him a cheeky hug.

They had spoken over the phone twice and she had a good feeling about Charles. He seemed educated and appeared interested in women's rights. Clearly he was more interested in what he might bring to happen, in emphasizing to her this was not a dead end job, but offered unlimited opportunities for advancement. She blushed when he told her she was cute, but he said that very guardedly, muttering it as a second thought.

She talked about herself. Because of her figure, interviewers had previously leered at her with open hunger and that scared her. It was conditioned reflex, she noted, but she never heard of Pavlov, only his dog salivating. She had a tendency to fidget with the buttons on her blouse when she was nervous. Charles noticed her fidgeting and also noticed four buttons were open, revealing a good amount of creamy cleavage. It was difficult for him to conduct an interview with an erection.

She told him in veiled terms she enjoyed lots of sex, mostly with women, and was multi-orgasmic. She told him why she really didn't like men, that they were usually drunk, or had a problem getting it up, and once it was up, it wasn't up for long. She spoke about her frustrations, and how she usually had to lock herself in the bathroom until her fingers did the job for her.

When he described his mother, Molly looked forward to meeting her.

"From what you tell me about your dear mother, she appears to be helpless. Is that true? Does she have a disability?"

"I'm sorry if I portrayed her as weak. She's a strong-willed woman, and she knows what she wants ... when she wants it." He smiled at her.

Molly could not make sense of that comment, picturing in her mind that Isabel was one of the Wagnerian Valkyries. That scared her.

"I meant that Mother has strong urges," Charles clarified, " and most of that is my fault. If you met her at church, she would impress you as a sweet, middle aged woman, although she tends to have trouble breathing when she gets over-excited."

Molly crossed her legs and Charles felt she was getting aroused. Her blouse was almost fully unbuttoned and she was massaging her breast near her collar bone. She was showing more thigh, but not enough that her naked flesh showed.

"How about yourself, Molly?" He leaned forward and looked intently, or rather clinically, into her deep blue eyes. "Are you a sexual being?"

Blushing she replied, "Aren't we all? Of course I'm a sexual person. Sometimes a bit too sexual," she giggled.

"Please go on ... " he urged her.

"At certain times of the month, I get so horny , it's just distracting. If I'm working, I need to go to the ladies room ..."

"Yes, I understand." Charles was afraid to appear 'pervy'. "I'm a doctor, you see, and what you feel is not unusual ..."

"Thank you, Sir."

"I do have a rather large clit - at least my girl friends tell me that I do, much bigger than theirs ..."

"How large is it?"

"I don't want to discuss it here. Is it important for this job?"

"No ... of course not." He felt it important to bring the interview back to his mother. "Mother, for her age, almost fifty, is highly sexual. Would that be a problem for you?"

"Well, I suppose not. How sexual is she?"

"She masturbates quite frequently, maybe five to six times a day ..."

Molly appeared to take more interest.

"In fact," Charles added, "she would masturbate all day long if she didn't have a part time job ..."

"Lucky woman!" Molly exclaimed. "I wish I could do that!"

"Well, if you get this job, you just might have the opportunity!" Charles was going to laugh but thought better of it. "How soon can you start?"

"It depends on the salary. Your ad said 'negotiable'."

"That's correct. What are you looking for?"

"$20 an hour? Is that OK?"

"Fine."

He would have given her double that, but he didn't want to appear too anxious. She crossed her legs again, showing him more thigh, and a flash of white panties.

Charles didn't bother asking her dumb questions you get on a typical interview, like where do you want to be five years from now. What was most important, that she appear to be a submissive, and she told Charles, blushing, that she masturbated twice a day. Or maybe more, she didn't keep a running tally. She had a very long tongue, as he noticed when she licked her lips.

Molly liked Charles and they conversed freely, openly, and naturally, Charles mostly just listening. On a interview silence is deadly and Molly kept chattering, mostly about her needs and how the men she met didn't understand a woman's needs. A blowjob never satisfies a woman's needs, except maybe his mother's needs because she was orally fixated and she could climax by sucking on a hotdog.

When women cross their legs over and over it has meaning, which Charles was quick to discern. First, he was handsome, in a way that women find educated men handsome. He exuded confidence and women are aroused by confidence. He looked into her eyes, and eye contact aroused her. As she tried to maintain her composure, he saw her flushing, and he was expecting her to rush to the bathroom before she pissed in her pants. Usually taking a piss break on an interview gives the wrong signal, and at this point she didn't give a fuck because she was leaking profusely.He was enjoying this interview because he was interviewing a woman in heat. She knew he was going to hire her, judging by the massive bulge in his pants, so she tormented him and herself. Funny, he thought, about the irony. Maybe he should tell her to shut up and just fuck!

Having a bit more time, for he had allotted an hour for the interview, he wanted to see if she trusted him, or rather if he could get her undressed. She was very aroused and he was having a tough time maintaining his composure. The size of his tenting was painfully obvious, and she kept staring at it. It was as if she were talking to the bulge, a first time for her, because a bulge is only a bulge. He reached down and moved it more to the side in his trousers.

"Sir, I can't help but notice. Is that all you?"

He looked at himself, and sheepishly grinned.

"I'm afraid so, Molly."

"Would you consider me out of line, but ... can I see it?"

He unbuckled his trousers, and fished his penis out, as if it were a thick snake.

"Good God!" She was startled by the size of his limb, yet fascinated, which only made her juices flow faster.

"Now you have to show me yours. Fair is fair!" He told her hopefully.

The interview was unusual for Molly, but her intuition told her, more was to come. Women appreciate men who are laid back. But not wimpy! When he had talked about his mother, Molly could imagine where it was heading, but she needed the job, and how many jobs were going to be this much fun? Most people hate their jobs.

"Alright, but only if I can hold it for a while." To which he was happy to let her do it.

She held his prick, gingerly at first, then as it seemed to stare at her, she stroked it with her soft fingers. Over it's entire length she stroked it, feeling the foreskin sliding up to the nut and back down. He had no idea if he could last longer enough to finish this interview. It appeared she already had the upper hand. A good interviewer doesn't shoot spunk at the applicant, unless of course, the position is in a bordello.

It would be unheard of, that she should want to wank him without putting it into her mouth. She paused in her ablutions, then lowed her head to within an inch of his knob. She let saliva fall onto his affair, then quickly covered it with her lips. Like liquid fire, her lips being full and soft, made Charles feel like an acolyte where she was a priestess. She well understand the art of cock sucking but she did it so demurely, it seemed her first time. When she cradled his swollen balls with her free hand, gently fondling, he assumed she was a pro. He needed to ask her about her job history again. But dismissed the dumb idea.

While gulping air, Charles asked, "Where did you learn to suck cock like that?"

Without lifting her head, she managed to answer, "I had two brothers. Both older than me ..."

She still had her skirt on, and while she give him good head, he reached and pulled her skirt off. Wearing only a thong, her ass cheeks were totally exposed, and her thick labial lips well open. Clear juice was almost about to wet her thighs, and Charles did what any gentleman would do. He pulled her hips to him, and began to reciprocate by slowly lapping at her clit. He felt he should leave well enough alone. If she had two brothers, maybe she had sisters too?

Chapter 7

When Molly met Isabel, she was surprised. She pictured Isabel in a wheelchair, but Isabel was in the kitchen fixing drinks. When she entered the living room, Isabel eyed Molly, as an older woman would appraise a younger woman. To Isabel, Molly looked appetizing. But to Molly, Isabel looked like an oversexed housewife who had seen better times. Molly wasn't sure she wanted the job until Isabel spoke kindly to her, asking about her family and whether she knew much about being a lady's maid.

Charles watched them size each other up, until Isabel pulled her victim's routine. She told Molly that Charles was a good son, that her husband neglected her, and that she needed more exercise. She dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief.

By exercise, she really meant more action, and Molly could read between the lines. She didn't know how to respond, but she did go over to Isabel and hug her, a bit low in the back, with her hands across Isabel's fleshy ass. To which Isabel responded, "I like her, Charles. She'll do just fine ..."