Copyright© 2002-2003

There once was a floozie named Annie
Whose prices were cosy--but cannie:
A buck for a fuck,
Fifty cents for a suck,
And a dime for a feel of her fanny.

The first time I saw it, I could not believe it - but soon understood it as the path to my salvation.

It was not any overt action on the part of my step-son James, simply a look. In that one kilometre long gaze I saw his lust and desire for my wife, his mother, Mary. My first instinct was humour, and almost started to laugh that anyone could find my wife desirable, let alone her son, someone that knew her probably better than I. Our marriage was based on the fact that she wanted my cock and I wanted a door into part of society that blocks out ninety-nine percent of the population. In other words, the bitch was rich!

The little I had seen of James, since my marriage six years before, had not been fond moments of male-bonding. Hell, we saw each other at social functions whenever he could return home from his school. From my perspective, my step-son was twenty two years old and had watched his mother go through four marriages and probably double that in men between husbands. He had grown up with nannies and then in boarding schools, and now a distant university - I've seen more of his mother since we had been married than he had.

His gaze moved slowly away from his mother and across the sea of heads to look into my own eyes. I nodded cautiously and then returned to the two men and a women, and the conversation ongoing between us.

The well-dressed quiet young man watched his mother as she became more inebriated with her martini's, staying near her almost protectively. She was seated with plenty of thigh showing from the gapping slit in her dress as she laughed at some joke one of her social set passed on. Most of the eyes, both men and women, listened to her every word, enjoyed the sight of those sexy legs - the slipper swinging back and forth off of one set of toes.

The yearly event, the Christmas party that none dare not make an appearance, if they had the privilege of being invited - was filled with new and old money, with power brokers and the odd person that wanted only to be part of any of the previous list. I was one of the latter - though many may feel I had succeeded in climbing to this pinnacle of society, I knew different. I was kept on a very short leash - both Mary and her lawyers assured me of that. If, but I consider it 'when' my wife tired of me I would get a small monthly allowance as well as the divorce papers. I was forced to sign a prenuptial agreement, that was iron clad I may add, if I wanted just as taste of this life without the constraints of my domineering wife.

And I did.

Of course, only a single taste was not enough for me. But until only recently, I had no idea how to change the future Mary would lead for me.

What does she get out of this wedding, you may wonder? Sex of course. I was almost half her age - just a few years older than her single child. My dick was quite above average and my control of it was superb. Though sex was great, being constantly told during it what to do, how to touch, how fast, how hard, and even when to come - is a bit trying.

James entered the group around his mother, and I saw his own admiring gaze at his parents exposed leg. He was ignored by her, as he had always been - unless it was convenient.

I watched coldly as my wife continued to drink from her seemingly endless glass - strict instructions to the caterers that my wifes glass will not go empty tonight was enough to assure that.

As I had expected her voice was becoming louder and shriller - if that were possible. I had seen her drunk on several occasions and before she passes out, she becomes a demanding nasty drunk. Her fathers spilt princess comes out with a dark and ugly view when she became inebriated. I planned that that would work to our advantage tonight.

Many around her knew it too - and saw the obvious signs - started to drift away. If I knew anything of my wife, it was that she needed to be the centre of attention, to have a crowd around her. So, realizing that she was left with only one person still near her, James - she started to berate him.

James sought me out in the crowd and I excused myself from those talking with me - and made my way to mother and son. "Whats up James?"

"I think mom should go home."

"What the fuck do you know - I will stay and party long after your in bed you little twit!"

The empty zone around the three of us was widening though nearly every face was looking at us. "I think your right James. If you can help me get her to the car?"

"Don't you touch me you fuck - don't think I can't find another with as big a cock as you have to replace you!" I wrapped my arm around my wife's waist and James took her other arm and helped her stand. Though her mouth was in overdrive, she was in no condition to deny us.

The conservatory that the party was staged was a well planned affair - with the head party 'tactician' - I kid you not - came shuffling over looking worried. I simply assured him that the mistress was a little tired and her son and I will be taking her home. I told him that I trust he will ensure the other guests will have a grand evening - the baton was passed and the little mouse practically grew a few centimetres as he assured me everything will be perfect. A tip was always expected for these sort of affairs.

All the while Mary was cursing and yelling at us, at those whom she caught her eye and at the world in general.

The car was brought around while James and I manoeuvred Mary into the back of the limousine. She calmed immediately after being in forced into the private cavernous back seat.

As James held her from falling over, sat on the side, near the bar, and began to mix a drink. A very special drink. One with a special liquid that I had purchased, at considerable sum, and been carrying all evening.

"Here dear, one more martini before we get home."

Mary flashed me a wide, I love you, smile and gratefully accepted my offering. It even had a green olive, just as she liked it. As James and I watched her, she drunkenly looked out the windows, as the darkened city sped past.

After the drink was gone, James took the martini glass from his mothers limp hand and passed it to me. As I took it, he stared into my eyes and I saw his impatient excitement. I ignored it and went forewords with our plan.

Suddenly, Mary giggled and looked at me lecherously. "If James were not here honey, I would want that big cock to fuck me senseless right now?" Both her son and I could see that she was squeezing her thighs together, rubbing the knees up and down, like some horny little grasshopper.

Wow, that drug worked fast!

My wife is never interested in sex when she gets drunk.

Since the plan was advancing before we had gotten home, I thought to modify it slightly. "Well, James is here Mary."

She smiled widely at her son seated next, and very close, to her on the black leather bucket seat. "Yes, he is such a good boy. I am so proud of you baby!" I doubt if the young man had ever heard his mother say such a thing to him before, his eyes could not hide his surprise at her statement. Mary turned serious as she turned back to me, "James does not need to know how much of a little fiend his mother is when it comes to sex!" That seriousness turned to hysteric giggles.

James spoke up for the first time, his deep voice quivering in excitement. "What if I want to know mom?"

The giggles stopped and she again turned to her only child, silently appraising him.

"I'm serious mom, tell me what you like about sex?"

Finally she answered, "Lets just say that your mommy does not marry for love James."

I interrupted, "Tell James how much you like big cocks Mary?" It was a catty comment but I thought it timely.

James of course, knew this already. How could he not, even in our huge home his mothers screams of passion, her commanding orders for 'more of that big cock', and her drunken admissions.

She turned to me and started to giggle yet again before looking down at my lap and becoming intent as if she was looking through my slacks at that which she had enjoyed many times since before our marriage. "I need you to fuck me when we get home honey. Hard and fast - I have such a terrible itch to scratch." It was the drug, it was acting as advertised.

"I have a better idea Mary?" James looked scared and was trying to gain my attention - and I thought, probably correctly, that he wanted to back out of our little plan.

Too late James. This was my way out of the web of this bitch, to make it on my own.

"Did you know that your son James has wanted to fuck you since he was a teenager Mary?"

Mary turned, in all seriousness, to her boy and asked, "Is this true baby?"

James could not meet her eye and would hot have seen how his mother was squeezing her thighs and rubbing her knees together at such a frantic pace, but I did. Like a mouse, James squeaked out, "Yes".

Still frowning my wife turned to me in all seriousness, "Is this for real?"

I simply smiled.

"He's my son." Nothing like the obvious when your drunk and drugged.

"Who has a big hard dick just for his mother."

Again back at her child, "Is this true James? Do you have a big hard dick?" The question took the young man by surprise and he could not reply. I thought it humorous that my wife took note of the large penis rather than the incestuous relationship reference. Just goes to show you, no matter what happens this night, none of us are angels.

I did for him, "Big enough and hard enough to please his own mother!"

Mary giggled and looked down at her sons lap, licking her lips sloppily at seeing the bulge there.

This was the part that James had confided in me; his worry that his average sized cock would not pass muster with his size crazed mother.

She looked back up into her child's eyes in all seriousness, "I don't use my mouth and my ass is off limits!"

Throughout our marriage, I lived by the same rules. Though I have a private desire to see my prissy little wife sucking my big fat cock and then shoot it all over her pristine white face. After tonight, I reminded myself, I could do whatever I wanted with her.

James looked regenerated and happily answered, "Yes... OK mom."

Mary giggled yet again and lay her head back and very aggressively rubbed her knees together, with her heels off the carpeted floor. "Hum... I need a good fuck tonight baby!"

We both watched Mary wiggle and squirm as if in heat, which she practically was, thanks to the drug.

I spoke up finally, "James, your mother has very sensitive nipples." He looked at me in surprise and I frowned and nodded at his mother, her eyes closed and head back, stretched out beside him.

She responded to my comment with a, "Uh huh!"

Mary had small breasts, 'A' cup, but these two nipples that became quit fat and extended when excited. Like the end of my little finger, they extended upward from her near-flat chest, thrusting anxiously against her white lace bra and her blouse.

With a trembling hand James reached forward. Tentatively, as if his mothers breast may be hot to the touch, he nervously lay his palm in the small circular breast.

She froze and sighed deeply.

I added another instruction, "The nipple James - squeeze the nipple between your thumb and two fingers." He moved his hand back and took the ridge peak as instructed. "Now squeeze gently, squeeze until you think you are about to hurt her!"

"Oh yes baby!"

"Thats it James." It was a redundant comment - it was obvious that Mary was enjoying it very much.

"Now the other nipple James." He did the same to the other and with a wide smile, just as his mother squirmed next to him, moaning in pleasure, he began to use both hands on either of her nipples.

"Easy James! Don't want her too hot yet!" Indeed. The most important part of the night, at least to me, was still waiting for us at home.

"Your mother has great legs right James?"

"Oh yea!" He had confessed much to me after I confronted him with my suspicions - his mothers legs often being the focus of his incestuous attention.

"Well she loves attention to them; kissing and fondling." It was not uncommon for her to order me to finish, by stroking myself, upon her white smooth slim legs.

James moved un-commanded this time, his hands coming off his mothers chest and one dropping to a place just above her knee, on her lap. It was a short skirt so it stopped half ways to her knees, thus James was groping his mothers black nylon covered thigh.

"When you get her into bed James", the boy looked half crazed with lust at this moment, "don't forget that your mother likes a lot of attention on her legs!"

He exploded in demented laughter, which stopped as soon as it started, "I won't 'dad'!" Obviously, he was very pleased with how the night was going.

It was the first time he called me that, and in our new relationship, I thought it not unfitting.

"Oh honey, your so good to me!" My wife was half laying on the bench seat, as if in a delirium - which I suppose she was. "If I knew you wanted me to fuck other guys... !"

Truth was I would never let her have sex with any other men, or women, before this night. The risk that she should enjoy another more than I just too great. And then with her history of discarding mates... well, you can understand the consequences? James was the perfect exception to my rule - as you shall see.

The limousine came to an extended stop and James and I looked out the window to see that we were parked before our home. The noise of the driver leaving the car and then coming around to open the door caused us to return to reality. One that does not accept incest - a morality that I was banking all my cards on.

"We are home Mary, James and I will help you into bed."

She giggled to herself while James removed his paw from his mothers lap just as the door opened. The driver helped us half drag my wife from the car and while we did this James leaned over and whispered, "I can not fucking believe how easy this has been!"

I only gave him an encouraging smile - but never said a word, we are not out of the fucking woods as yet!

Through the door, across the marble foyer, up the wide curved staircase with the wood carved hand-rails and down a short hallway to my wifes room. Not our room, you may have noticed my use of words, but her room. We only fuck in the same bed, at her convenience of course, but never sleep.

As I reached for the door to my wifes private bedroom, I heard a low moan behind me. Turning I saw Mary facing her son's hip, which she was straddling, and very aggressively humping her loins against. Both her hands were busy as well, one rubbing the length of prick hard beneath the slacks and the other fondling her child's ass cheeks.

James was looking at me as a kid would after opening a gift on Christmas. Well, in a way, this is exactly what this was. Though, I was not sure, at that moment, whom was the kid and which was the present.

My wifes bedroom was a huge immaculate feminine affair - with antique furniture and a canopy bed. "Put her over the edge of the bed, face down."

I started to take off my jacket and loosened my tie. Then I took out the small portable digital camera. Very small, light, and holds many pictures - if quality is not as big an issue as quantity.

"Not like this... !"

Both James and I ignored my wife as her son pressed her firmly down onto her bed. It was raised quite high, with steps on both sides for climbing into it, that when bent over the edge, my wife barely stood upon the floor but was bent over the waist perfectly.

"Lift that skirt up to her hips then push her panties to her ankles." The camera did not even make a sound as the first of many pictures was taken.

As we had agreed, James would do everything I told him tonight.

Beneath her tight skirt my wife wore a black thong and the sight of his mothers near-bare ass stunned her child. I let him enjoy the sight even as my wife tried to lift herself up to complain. You see, Mary thought 'doggy style' was demeaning and degrading. She wanted it in a classic missionary position or the woman in the superior position. Nothing else.