Forced to take my Mother - Sex Stories

Forced to take my Mother

... home with your son?" Glen asked, "You still going to deny it?" "I like feeling sexy." Mom said with her head down. "Oh, you're sexy alright, isn't she Mark? He turned to me and when I shrugged, raised his voice, "Answer me!" At that volume his voice sounded even stranger and I was sure he was using some type of voice box. That thought disturbed me because it meant it might be someone we knew. He had said he'd been watching us. My thoughts were cut off when I saw him take a step towards mom. "Yes, she's sexy." I blurted out. "Good boy." Glen lowered his voice, "See, that's all I want tonight, some honesty from both of you." He pointed at Mom, "Turn around, show your son that fine ass of yours." Mom hesitated long enough for him to sigh and reach for his waistband, then bringing her hands up, placed them in her hair and raised her arms over her head. As she took her long red hair up with her hands, she turned around slowly, and despite our frightening predicament, my eyes immediately found her ass. The thong was little more than a string between the cheeks of her ass and I couldn't help but notice how round and firm looking her ass was. Sensing Glen staring at me, I forced my eyes upward and took in the smooth creamy skin of mom's back. Not wanting to look as if I was indeed looking more than I should be I dropped my gaze, but not before catching a quick look at the backs of mom's long well shaped legs. "Yeah, my mom dressed like that when we were alone at night." He ...

... grunted, glancing my way he asked, "Hey Mark, you think your mother has nice tits?" As he spoke he came around the chair and sat down in it, putting him between us. "She...she's my mom and I..." "I know who she is, now answer the question." "You're sick, you know that right?" Mom asked him as she turned back around to face us. "You're wearing Victoria secret and sitting on your son's lap and I'm sick?" he laughed, "Okay maybe I am, but I can admit it. Now shut up, so Mark can answer." Play a long; I told myself, something will happen to get us out of this. "Uh, yeah she has a nice chest." I answered. "Nice chest? What are you twelve? Tell me you think your mom has nice tits." "My...mother has nice tits." I said softly, looking away from her as I spoke. "Ever see them?" "No." "Look over here when you speak." Glen demanded. When I did as he said he asked, "Want to see them?" "No!" I exclaimed. "Liar, you stare at them all the time." He wagged his finger at me, "Remember I've been watching and whenever she isn't looking at you, you're fucking gawking at her. Now I told you the rules are you answer honestly and do what I say. Now tell me you want to see your mother's tits." "Just say it, even if it's not true." Mom said, "Just give him what he wants." "Just what I want?" The mask had a thin film over the eyes to protect them from bad weather, but I could sense him rolling them behind it. "But, whatever, that's some good advice from your slutty mom over there, you just play along." He ...