Chapter 3: Ye Failed Knight

David awoke to find himself sitting, naked, in the living room chair. "What?!" He looked up to see Paul smiling at him. "What the fuck have you done to me, Paul?"

"You're going to participate in a little experiment, David."

"What have you DONE to me?!" David tried to stand up and beat the shit out of the sneering bastard; tried to stand and just punch him; just tried to stand. His muscles were leaden, exhausted, ignoring every command he sent them. "What have you done, you fuck-up?!"

Paul just smiled enigmatically. "Oh, Lydia," he called finally. "Come out here, please."

David saw his mother's head lean around the corner.

"Paul! I can't come out there dressed like this! David's my son! I can't just--"

Paul sighed and shook his head for David's benefit. "Lydia, shake that tight little ass of yours and get it out here. Now."

Lydia walked out from behind the wall, taking little steps in her five inch heels, causing her body and new boobs to jiggle with every step. She wore a black fishnet garter dress with black fishnet stockings.

"Paul!" she whispered when she reached the young man. "Paul, my boobies are showing through this dress! And David -- my son! -- David is staring at them!"

David realized he had been gaping at his mother and her outfit and dropped his eyes, then relifted them to glare at Paul. "You fucking shit! Stop messing with her!"

"Ohhh, poor David," Paul taunted, "Feeling chivalrous, son?"

"Paul," Lydia whispered, pulling on Paul's sleeve.

"Stop MESSING with her! You're going to fuck up her BRAIN! Don't you have any shred of decency?!"

"Hold on a second, let me look." Paul shut his eyes.

"Paul," Lydia whispered, pulling on his sleeve again.

Paul opened his eyes. "No. Stunningly enough, there's not one shred of decency in there. What a surprise."

"I am going to kill you," David growled.

"Paul!" Lydia whispered.

"Lydia! What is it?!" he whispered back.

"Paul, this dress-- this dress-- it doesn't cover my... my pussy!"

Paul's mouth dropped and he leaned forward. "It doesn't, does it?" He reached his hand over and grabbed Lydia's bare crotch, causing her to jump in surprise. "It sure doesn't!"

"No! No, it doesn't!" she whispered, eyes wide. "And my son..." she lowered her voice even more. "My son might see!"

"Lydia."

"Yes, Paul?"

"Look at David. He's already getting off on seeing your bare pussy!"

Lydia looked over at her son and her eyes widened some more.

"I am doing no such THING!" David stated. "I'm thinking of ways to kill you slowly, you little shit-fuck."

"David!" Lydia cried, "David, your PECKER!"

David looked down at his crotch to see that he was stiff enough to serve as a tuning fork. "WHAT?!"

"Ignore him, Lydia," Paul advised her. "He's just a little peeping tom, getting off on seeing you act like a slut."

"I am NOT acting like a slut, Paul!" She lightly slapped him on the cheek.

"No, of course you're not, Lydia. Here, sit down in this chair over here," Paul said, putting one arm behind her back and the other hand on her boob and guiding her to a sitting position in her chair.

"Paul! Don't you DARE grab my breast like that!" she chastised the young man as she sat.

"Or you'll do what, Lydia?"

She just stared back at him, trying to come up with something to say.

Paul reached for Lydia's boob and began squeezing it through the fishnet. "I said, or you'll do what, Lydia?"

"Paaaauuuul!" she whined.

Paul squeezed her boob and flicked her nipple a minute while she quieted down. "What will you do, Lydia?" he asked finally.

"I'll-- I'll get really HORNY, Paul!" she whispered loudly then gave a long sigh.

"Oh!" Paul said, moving behind her and reaching forward to massage both tits from behind. "We wouldn't want THAT, would we?"

"Gah!" David cried out as his pecker shot a load up at the ceiling.

"David!" Lydia said sharply, gathering her senses back to her. "Don't you DARE ejaculate on the ceiling, young man!"

David was still sitting in the chair, his hands gripping the arms of the chair, having shot his load without touching himself. "But mom, I just..."

Lydia stood and put her fists on her hips. "No 'but's, young man!"

David's eyes landed on her bare pussy that her outfit exposed, and he began to stiffen again.

"David!" Lydia said, seeing the re-hardening member. "Are you LISTENING to me?! NO! You're NOT! You're just getting all HARD again! STARING at my body!"

David watched his mother take her hand with the three inch blood red nails and swat at his boner. "Mom!" he said, his voice shrill, "Don't! Don't DO that!"

"Young man," she growled, "Don't you backtalk me!" She swatted at his woody again, and he fired this time, hitting her in the eye with jism, then spraying her hair with it during the second and third squirts.

"David!" she shrieked, then turned. "Paul! He just shot milky-white thick... gooey... sticky..." She wiped the jism off her eye with two fingers, then stuck them in her mouth. "Mmmmm... dirty... nasty... jism! All over my face!"

"Mom! Please! Don't!"

"OH, GOD, you taste good, David!" she sighed. "So good that I might forgive you for shooting me in the eye."

"Lydia!" Paul exclaimed, "I'm surprised at you! That was your son's cum!"

Lydia leered at Paul. "Mmmm, yes it was. And it was GOOOOOD! Can I-- can I have some of yours now, Paul?"

"Mom!" David said, his voice clenching as he fired off a third round at the ceiling.

"David!" Lydia turned to her son. "Just what do you think you're doing?! There you go again! You're making a ceiling stain! Are you getting off on seeing your own mother get molested by this little pervert?!"

"Mom! Pleeeease! Stop!"

"Stop what? You're still hard! My own son!" She walked over to Paul and put her arms around his neck in an embrace.

"Mom!"

"Are you getting horny watching your mother rub her breasts up against this pervert's chest?!" She slowly demonstrated.

"Mom!"

"You're supposed to be protecting me! I'm your mother, for God's sake! Not only are you getting off on seeing my naked body -- that's INCESTUOUS, young man! -- you're getting off on seeing me forcibly molested!"

"Mom!"

Lydia grabbed Paul's head in both hands and pulled his lips to hers to stick her tongue down his throat.

"Mooooom!" David shot load four at the plaster ceiling.

Lydia finally broke off the kiss and looked over at David. "I just can't believe my own son would refuse to help his mother while this little pervert fucks up my mind! I may never be the same, David! I could be a nasty, cum-craving cock-sucking incestuous whoring slut-bitch for the rest of my life! I would certainly call that brain damage, David! And not only do you not come to my aid -- you just fucking cum! You get off on this! My own son!" She flopped down in her chair, disgusted at his behavior. She hooked each leg over an arm of the chair to give an open shot of her crotch.

"Momrrgh!" Load five arced across the room toward his mother.

Lydia noted that the jism only traveled a few feet. "You're going to have to do better than that, David." She smiled at him and lightly rubbed her hand up her pussy. "C'mon, baby, shoot a really good load for momma!"

"Mom!!"

"Come on, sweetie. Tell you what. I'll let you see something." She slid her hand down to her spread crotch and began lightly tracing her fingers across her pussy.

"Mom, DON'T!"

"Oops," she smiled and slid a finger into her slot. "Where'd it go?"

"Mom! Ungggghhhh!" Load six splattered out.