Chapter 1: A Near Miss

"Why can't you want sex two or three times a month like other women?" Donald snarled.

"Wha..." Gloria gasped.

Throwing the covers off, she flounced out of the bed. Fighting back tears, she threw on her nightrobe and fled out of the room. Humiliated to the quick by his stinging slur, she slipped into the guest bedroom and closed the door, locking it behind her.

Then the tears came flooding down her face as she fell on the bed. Deep, shuddering sobs shook her body as she cried.

She had seen It coming for a long, long time. Now it was finally out in the open.

She had made many sacrifices to save their marriage but this, this was the last straw. It was over as far as she was concerned.

Suddenly a peacefulness settled down over her as the sobs slowly subsided.

Faced with the finality of it all, she thought back on her marriage to Donald.

They had met in college. Donald had been the handsome, young business major who was out to own the world and she had been the buxom, young lawyer to be that was going to right all of the world's injustices.

They had hit it off almost immediately and after a whirlwind courtship, they had impetuously married.

Everyone had called them the perfect couple when they had married. Then after college, reality set in.

David, their son, had come along and Donald had started gaining weight. Donald, once a compact, 5 foot, 10 inch, 175 pound sex fiend had over time, ballooned into an obese, 5 foot, 10 inch, 325 pound slob. His 34 inch waist was now a 48 inch waist. Hell, she couldn't even see his dick anymore because of his obese, swollen monstrosity of a stomach. It was definitely not sexy and with the gain in weight came a lessening of his libido. Now it was all he could do to crawl on, grunt a few times and crawl off. In fact, he was so out of shape she had to get on top most of the time. He was so out of shape, he could barely make it up the stairs much less mount an extended assault on her nether regions.

She had always known that she had an abnormal sex drive, but when she and Donald had first married, they had made love two or three times a day. She thought she had finally found the answer to her dreams.

But, the heavier he got, the less they made love.

First it had slipped down to once or twice a day then once every other day.

That was when she had first started having trouble controlling her abnormal desires.

Aside from the amount of sex, early in their marriage, she had found she would have to put aside her longing for novelty in her sex life. This came after she had suggested a pornographic movie to add some spice up their lovemaking. Maybe it would give them some ideas for something new, she had implied. He had exploded. Angrily, he had told her clearly what he thought of her idea. His penis, he had told her belonged in one place and in one place only. And, he had gone on, her vagina had one use and one use only.

She had gotten the message and hadn't brought it up again.

Finally, she had resorted to the use of sexual toys to try and mollify her ravenous craving for sex. Ironically, she had to use them because of his inability to satisfy her, but she also had to keep them a secret, afraid that he would find them offensive, too. Still, the more she wanted, the less he provided and then tonight came the final, cutting blow.

Hell, if he wasn't such a slob, maybe he would want to do it more than two or three times a month and she wouldn't need the toys, she thought. She couldn't help it if she needed it once or twice a day. There was just something inside of her, driving her, inciting her. She couldn't make it go away. It was like an itch deep inside of her that could only be relieved by sex.

She had quietly endured the lack of novelty while the frequency was there, but now, she had neither.

But tonight was the last straw. If he couldn't satisfy her needs, she would find someone who could.

Now, she wanted to be wild. She had wanted to try it all. The odd, the bizarre, the risqué. The very things that Donald had pronounced there would be none of in their marriage.

Her thoughts immediately went to Brad. He was a young stud at work who was always hitting on her. He had asked her to join him for a drink after work on several occasions, but she had declined his offers. She knew that his interest in her was definitely not platonic, by the way his eyes devoured her body every time he saw her. She had rebuked his advances in the past, but not any longer.

Then she remembered the party they had planned for Tuesday night. She would invite him. Maybe she would have the opportunity to show him around her bedroom, she grinned as her hand stole down to her tingling clitoris.

Funny, she thought as she fingered herself, only minutes earlier she had been devastated by Donald's denunciation, but now she had put it aside and was eagerly looking forward to a rebirth of her sexuality.

"Let the games begin," she laughed as she roughly rubbed her clitoris...

The next day, she had invited Brad to the party. His eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree. Then for three days, she had to endure the secret touches, fondles and suggestive whispers he lavished on her. What she had found as a nuisance before, now only served to heighten her need for sex. She was afraid she was going to wear her vibrator out as she had to use it several times a night to quieten the growing impatience between her legs.

She and Donald barely spoke anymore and the temperature inside their bedroom had plummeted to freezing. In fact, she was planning to move into the guest room after the party. How ironic, she thought. She was addicted to sex and needed a daily fix of it while Donald could take it or leave it and only wanted it a couple of times a month. Now she was going to cut him off. She would never ask him for sex again. He would have to come to her. And even then, she didn't think she would go to bed with him anymore. No, she could feel their marriage decaying around them, but she didn't care enough to try and save it now.

After the party, she would decide what to do. First, she needed to placate the smoldering fire in the pit of her belly...

Brad had come to the party alone. Donald had met him at the door and coldly invited him inside. After a perfunctory dismissal, Donald had turned and walked away leaving him standing by the door alone.

Gloria had seen him and strolled over to him.

After a while, they had furtively slipped up the stairs and into her bedroom without being seen.

They had kissed long and hungrily as they had pawed each other obscenely.

She had been surprised at his impatience. Before she could stop him, not that she would have anyway, he had one of her breasts out and was sucking on it. Then as she had yielded to his hungry mouth, she had felt his hands on her butt, cupping her and pulling him against her. Then his hands were under her dress. He seemed incited to rashness by the fact she wasn't wearing any panties. She hadn't worn them so they wouldn't have to take the time to remove them. Then suddenly, she had felt his finger inside of her.

It would only have been a matter of time before they would have consummated their affair on her very own bed. The very same bed that had grown so cold when Donald was in it. But, at the last moment, just as they were about to tumble back onto it, they were interrupted by a loud crash from downstairs.

As they had flown apart, she had thought she had seen someone dash away from the door. But, by the time she had gotten her breast stuffed back into her dress and her dress pulled back down around her hips, there had been no one in the hallway. But she had been so shaken, she didn't want to risk further exposure. After another long, deep kiss, she told Brad that she would talk to him at the office the next day. They would make plans to spend time alone and truly finish what they had begun. Then they had sneaked back down stairs and rejoined the party...

David clomped in the front door and tossed his bookpack on the floor.

Hungry, as always, he headed straight for the kitchen. Throwing open the fridge door, he peered inside. The shelves were brimming with leftovers of every imaginable form, shape and color. They were the castoffs from the big party his parents had hosted the previous night. Rubbing his hands together with gleeful anticipation, he selected several plates of food and placed them on the table. Cutting off two slabs of homemade bread, he ceremoniously spread a thick coating of mayonnaise over both pieces. Then, setting the knife down, he began to build the sandwich. His hands became a blur as he slapped on a dash of this and a smattering of that on the growing mountain of food.

Finally, he stopped and took a step back. It was a work of art. A Dagwood sandwich that Dagwood himself would have endorsed. Grinning, he opened the fridge again and grabbed a cold Coors. Popping open the beer, he turned it up and downed half of it with one long, thirsty gulp. Life was good, he thought to himself. Pulling out a chair, he sat down and began to devour the sandwich. Champing on the sandwich and washing it down with an occasional sip of beer, he had soon reduced it to one last morsel.

Belching loudly, he popped the last remaining bite into his mouth and licked his lips.

"There, that ought to last until supper," he laughed to himself.

Patting his full stomach, he picked up his bookpack and headed up the stairs to his room. Stepping into his room, he dropped his pack onto his desk and slipped off his shoes and socks before flopping down onto his bed.

It was too bad that Debbie had gotten religion, he thought. He was used to fucking her at least two or three times a day, but recently she had joined the church and now she only let him have it every two or three days. It just wasn't enough. He was always thinking of sex, now. Before he had been able to have an occasional lucid thought about something else, but now, he couldn't.

Every woman he saw, he mentally undressed. Then as he wondered what she looked like naked, he wondered what kind of fuck she would be. He was one more sick puppy now that he didn't have his daily fix of sex.

He had read somewhere that some men had a medical condition called satyriasis and he wondered if he was inflicted with it. The term apparently came from the ancient Satyrs, who were mystical beasts. They were half goat and half man and apparently were always chasing after women and screwing them.

In fact, he talked about sex so much, his buddies at school had nicknamed him "Horny."

Lying there, digesting the sandwich, he unconsciously reached down and unzipped his pants. Spreading them apart, he dug down into his shorts and hauled out his big, flaccid cock.

Slowly, he began to stroke the hardening column of meat found and then found himself thinking about what he had witnessed at last night's party...

The drinks had been flowing quite freely and David had imbibed a few beers himself.

Around nine-thirty, the beers had driven him upstairs to recycle the beer back into the water system.

As he had started down the hallway toward his room, he had heard a moan come from in his parent's bedroom.

Stopping to listen for a moment, he thought the voice sounded vaguely familiar.

Curious, he quietly stole down the hallway. Stopping outside, he had taken a quick peek inside. He had been thunderstruck by what he had seen.

He had caught his mother, Gloria in the embrace of another man. And it wasn't his father, Donald. It was the man from her office that she had invited to the party. They had been kissing and groping each other obscenely when he looked in.

The neckline of his mother's black, clinging dress had been pulled down and one of her big, white breasts had been pulled out. The big, white breast with its big, dusky areola and swollen nipple wiggled and quivered as it bulged out hugely in the brief moment before the man bent down and sucked it into his mouth.

Gawking at them incredulously, David had been paralyzed with mortification as he had watched his mother make a fool out of herself right before his eyes. The man had had his arms around her, cupping her tight, firm ass in his hands and pulling her belly up against his as he loudly sucked on her tit. With her head thrown back, her long blond hair cascading down her back, she had been thrusting herself against him in rhthymic movement to the beat of the music blaring down stairs. Then, they had stopped dry-fucking as the man had dipped his hands down and slid them up under her tight, clinging dress.

David had felt like he would pass out. He had never witnessed anything so wickedly exciting. His heart had been pounding a thousand miles an hour as his mind had swirled in a fog of disbelief. Then slowly, the man had inched his mother's short, tight skirt up around her narrow waist, revealing her beautiful, bare, perfectly round ass.

Then, the man had grabbed her by the hips and forced her sideways giving David an unobstructed view of his mother's nether regions. Then as David had watched the man lovingly caress her belly, David realized his mother wasn't wearing any panties.

David had been stunned.

He hadn't been able tear his eyes away as he watched the man grope her. He watched on in stunned amazement as the man explored the kinky patch of dark blond hair between her milky white thighs with his fingers. The frilly black straps of her garter belt bracketed the white softness of her belly and lent more eroticism to the scene he had witnessed.

Then David had felt himself growing hard as he had run his eyes down his mother's long, curvaceous legs encased in the soft, shimmering blackness of her hose.

David hadn't been able to remember every being so excited by anything in his whole life as he had watched the man's hand blunder down over the forest of curly blond pubic hairs covering her soft vulnerable underbelly.

David had felt like he was watching some cheap porno flick as the man slowly, almost leisurely, extended a finger and eased it up inside her cunt.

The man had actually stuck his finger inside his mother's cunt.

David had had having trouble breathing as he had watched the man slowly finger-fuck her. Then, even more unbelievably, he had watched his mother's soft, feminine hand slip down and quickly unzip the man's pants. He had felt like his legs were going to give way at any moment as he had watched her hand disappear into the opening in the man's pants. Then his cock had pounded with so much excitement, he had thought he was going to cum as her hand had reappeared wrapped around the man's big, thick cock.

David's mind had been in chaos as he had watched her lovingly stroke the jutting hardness of the man's impatience.

Never in a million years would he have guessed his mother capable of such a thing.

Then, slowly, but unmistakably they had begun to move toward the bed. The man was insistently guiding her toward it and she was not resisting. In fact, it looked to David like his mother was the instigator, pulling the man toward the bed.

Then, all at once there had been a loud crash from downstairs. His mother and her friend had flown apart like they had been doused with a cold bucket of water.

Hoping they hadn't seen him, David had lurched back and stumbled down the hallway to his room. Easing the door closed behind him, he had hurried across the room and quickly ducked into his bathroom. He had quickly plopped out his granite hard cock. He had had to urinate so badly, he could almost taste his urine in his mouth.

He had strained hard, and finally a little stream of urine trickled out. Slowly the stream had grown and shortly the room had been filled with the loud splashing of piss into the water. Finally, the stream had slacked off and stopped. Still unable to believe what he had witnessed, he crammed his aching cock back into his pants.

Slowly opening the door, he had peeked outside and saw no one in the hallway. Furtively, he had crept back down to the bar and opened himself a beer.

He had just held the beer up and tool a long, deep swig of it when his mother found him.

She had wanted to know where he had been and he had blushed and told her he had been using the bathroom.

She had smiled and told him that they had to fix one of the tables that had collapsed out by the pool. She had also told him that he had to do it because Donald was drunk and besides that he was just too damn fat to slide under the table. David had definitely detected an undercut of hostility in her voice. But that had been going on for several days. He just couldn't remember how long it had been going on.

He had followed her out to the table admiring the way her delectable rearend undulated from side to side with each step. He had been so intent of the lovely swell of her firm ass underneath the tight, clinging dress, he had almost run into her when she had suddenly stopped by the broken table. His mother had given him a flashlight and told him to slide under the table and replace one of the bolts while she held it up.

He had slid under the table and rolled over onto his back.

That was when his mother had lifted her foot and straddled him. Then, as she lifted the table, he had shined the light up at the underside of the table.

As he had, the beam of light had swept up between his mother's long, sculptured legs. As she had stood waiting for him to fit the pieces of the table back together, he had covertly sneaked a peek up at her exposed pussy.

She hadn't said a word as he had fumbled with the table and the light. But he had kept the light trained where the beam of light partially fell on her pussy.

The big, fleshy lips of her vagina had been gaping open and glistening wetly in the bright light. He had quickly found himself growing hard once again as he furtively sneaked glances up at the deep, wet entrance to her yawning sex.

He didn't think he would ever be able to fit the nut onto the bolt as he fumbled with it awkwardly.

As he had muddled with the nut, the beam of light had danced around her fur covered juncture exposing the dew covered lips of her vagina that glistened erotically in the light.

"Are you having problems down there?" She had suddenly asked him.

"Uh, yeah, but I think... " He had groaned, tearing his eyes away from her beautiful pussy and finally fitting the bolt onto the nut.

"Got it," he had told her as he had slowly ratcheted the nut down.

Tightening the nut down snugly, he had sneaked one last look up his mother's dress before he flicked the flashlight off.

"I was beginning to wonder... " She said.

"Huh, uh, wonder what?" he had stuttered.

"Oh, never mind," she had said as she slowly lifted her leg and stepped back away from him.

Had she known that he had seen her and her friend? Had she known that he had been looking up her skirt?

Then she had given him her hand and helped him to his feet...

Lying in his bed thinking about it, he felt a spasm of excitement course through his cock as he slowly ran his hand up and down its steely hardness.

Then he sat up. Looking down at his watch, he saw that it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. Neither of his parents would be home for another couple of hours at least.

With his cock sticking out of his pants like a devining rod, he slipped out of bed. Now would be a great time to check out his mother's underwear collection. He hadn't explored her lingerie drawer in several months. What with Debbie satisfying his sexual needs recently, he hadn't had the need to seek sexual satisfaction by jacking off with his mother's panties for several weeks.