Jeff Crawford felt like he was coming down with the flu. He had toughed it out all day and somehow made it through school, but he knew he couldn't work after school. Hoping he wouldn't pass out on the way, he pedaled over to the Burger Barn. When Mr. Simmons saw him walk through the door, he took him by the shoulders and turned him around.

"You 'll not be working here today, my lad," he said, "so go on home and come back when you're well."

He felt like he was burning up as he pedaled home. He couldn't wait to get in bed. He was so tired, he didn't think he was going to make it home, but finally he turned up the street in front of his house. His whole body was aching as he looked up the street. What was the big Caddie doing sitting in front of his house, he feverishly wondered. It looked like the Hammond's car. The Hammonds were his parent's best friends. His father, Pete played golf with Brad Hammond all the time and his mother, Peggy and Alicia Hammond were like sisters.

Alicia must be over visiting, he thought. Brad wouldn't be over because Pete was out of town for the week. Getting off his bike, he quietly locked it up and slipped into the house through the patio door. The house was quiet and dark as he padded across the carpet. That was strange, he thought, looking around for his Mother and Alicia. They were usually in the rec room gossiping. Curious now, he tiptoed up to the top of the stairs and stopped. Listening for a moment, he thought he heard something down in his parent's bedroom. Being as quiet as he could, he sneaked down the hall. The door was ajar just enough for him to peek inside. Looking in, what he saw almost made him pass out.

Brad Hammond was lying on his back in the middle of his parent's bed while Jeff's mother, Peggy was bent over him sucking on his big, fat cock. Jeff nearly croaked as he watched his mother's head bob up and down as she hungrily sucked on Brad's cock.

Suddenly, Jeff felt a jolt of electricity tear through his own cock as he watched on. After the initial shock passed, Jeff realized that this was apparently no chance encounter. His mother was dressed in the sexiest little outfit he had ever seen. She was wearing a tiny little bra that couldn't hold all of her big, beautiful tits and as they spilled out of the bra, they wiggled and jiggled with every movement she made. She also wore a sexy little garter belt and fishnet hose, but no panties. Brad, on the other hand, had taken his pants off but still had his shirt, shoes and socks on.

Jeff had never seen his mother so close to nudity and it dawned on him that she was a beautiful woman. But how could she be sucking on Brad Hammond's cock. Just then his mother's head dove down as she took all of Brad's cock into her mouth and throat. It was impossible, Jeff thought. How could his mother be deep throating Brad? And then how could she get all of Brad's big cock down her throat. All at once, Brad reached down and pulled her head up off his rigid pole.

"You keep that up and he's going to throw up," Brad panted.

"You like that," she grinned wickedly, licking her lips.

"You made him all big and hard," Brad grinned at her as he sat up, "Now I'm going to put him to work."

"Work. You call this work," his mother pouted, rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs, "You used to think it was fun."

"You're right," he laughed, crawling up between her outstretched legs, "Fucking you could never be called work. It is a pure delight."

"Oh, Brad Hammond, you are incorrigible," she laughed, reaching down and grabbing hold of his bobbing cock."

Jeff watched on in shock and disbelief as his mother quickly fitted Brad's big, thick penis into her drooling vagina.

"God, I love your big, hard cock," she moaned as Brad began to slide it in and out of her, "It's so fucking big. Lots bigger that Pete's." Jeff was stunned. His mother thought that Brad's cock was big and yet, Jeff knew that his own cock was bigger than Brad's. Brad's cock was probably eight or nine inches long, but the last time Jeff had measured his own cock, it had been ten and a half inches long. Hell, his cock was even bigger around than Brad's pride.

"I'm glad," Brad grunted, pounding his cock into her with abandon, "You can use it anytime you want."

"Oh, shut up and fuck me," Peg growled raising her legs up and driving her heels into Brad's ass, "Fuck the hell out of me."

Jeff felt lightheaded as he stared at the unbelievable scene. He couldn't believe this woman, his mother was capable of such, such vulgarity. His mother, the Sunday school teacher. His mother, the head of the PTA. His mother wouldn't do such a thing. He must be delirious from the fever. That was it. He was hallucinating the whole thing. But he could hear the slap of their bodies and see them fucking. It was real. Too real.

"Oh, Fuck, I'm cummmiiinnnggg," his mother finally groaned, digging her long, pink fingernails into Brad's ass.

"Me, Toooo," Brad grunted thrusting his big, fat cock down into her pussy as hard as he could.

"Oh, Baby, fill me up with your sweet cream," Peg cooed as she thrust herself against him.

Jeff watched on in a daze as Brad emptied his cock into his mother's pussy. He didn't know what to do as he watched them grapple and wrestle for a full minute, spewing all sorts of obscenities out into the air before they collapsed in a heap before his eyes.

Now what? What should he do? He couldn't let them know that he had seen them. Hoping his legs would still work, he stumbled back downstairs. Reeling out through the patio door, he unlocked his bike and sped off down the street. Turning the corner, he parked his bike behind a bush and sat there trembling from shock, anger, and the flu.

He had to wait fifteen minutes before Brad Hammond came whizzing down the street in his Caddie. He felt sick at his stomach as he watched the car fade out of sight. How could his mother have done such a thing, he wondered as he pulled out from behind the bush and headed for home.

This time he made as much noise as he could as he locked his bike. Then going in the front door, he slammed it and dropped his book on the floor as loudly as he could.

"MOM, I'M HOME," he shouted as he trudged into the kitchen.

"Oh, Honey, what are you doing home so early?" his mother asked walking out of her bedroom and looking down over the railing, "Why aren't you at work?"

"I think that I'm catching the flu," he yelled back at her downing a glass of water.

"Oh, you poor Darling," she whimpered, coming down the stairs. His mother only had time to throw on her houserobe before she came hurrying down the stairs. Glancing down at her feet, he saw that she was still wearing the hose she had had on earlier. Suddenly, he felt his cock begin to throb again as he realized that she hadn't had time to change and was almost naked under the robe.

"Oh, my poor baby," she cooed, frowning, "You're as white as a sheet."

"Uh, I, said I was catching the flu or something," he mumbled dropping his hand down to try and hide the growing bulge in his pants.

"Well, march yourself upstairs and get in bed," she ordered him, "I'll be up in a few minutes to tuck you in."

"Okay," he mumbled, stumbling up the stairs.

He hurriedly shucked his clothes off and pulled on a clean pair of shorts before climbing into bed. Rolling over on his stomach so his obvious erection wouldn't show, he waited for her to come and tuck him in.

He didn't have to wait long before she came strolling into his room carrying a tray with all kinds of goodies on it. He watched as she leaned over to set the tray down. As she did, her robe fell open revealing her big bare breasts still overflowing the flimsy bra she wore.

"Ooops," she blushed, quickly closing her robe and buttoning it. "Now, turn over," she ordered him, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"What for?"

"So I can take your temperature, unless you want me to do it the other way," she laughed, reaching down and slapping him on the butt, "You don't want that, do you?"

"Jeez, Mom," he complained, slowly rolling over, trying to keep his condition a secret at the same time.

His mother quickly shook the thermometer down and stuck it under his tongue. Then, she quickly flipped back the sheet baring his chest. He nearly choked on the thermometer as his mother glanced down and saw obvious erection. He didn't move, but his mother's face reddened as she reached over and picked up the Vicks Vap-O-Rub.

"UH, I'm going, uh, to put some of this, uh, on your chest," she stuttered nervously.

Jeff watched on as she quickly dug out a gob of the smelly ointment and began spreading it over his chest. As she did, her eyes strayed back down to his swollen crotch and her face grew redder. Finally, after several long, torturous moments she finished and quickly pulled the sheet back up, hiding his embarrassment once again.

"Now, isn't that better?" she mumbled, taking the thermometer out of his mouth.

"Much," he muttered, covering himself with his hands.

"One hundred and two," she said, "You are sick."

"I told you I was," he said.

"Well, take these aspirins and get some sleep," she told him handing him two pills.

He quickly downed them and flopped back onto the bed.

"Just holler if you need anything," his mother said, leaning down and kissing his forehead, "Okay?"