Mom's Cure
By Klrxo
Lisa's heart sank as the doctor's words echoed in her mind. A rare disorder, with only one known treatment - deep vaginal orgasms. She glanced over at her husband Dan, trying to read his reaction, but his face was unreadable.
The doctor continued explaining the details, but Lisa barely heard her, thoughts racing. How could this be happening to her? And what did it mean for their marriage, their life together? They had always had a healthy sex life, but her husband's cock-length was average at best. Deep vaginal orgasms was something she hadn't experienced since her wild college days.
Dan reached over and squeezed her hand, pulling her back to the present. "It's gonna be okay, honey" he said softly. "We'll figure this out together."
Lisa nodded, trying to force a smile, but inside she felt numb. She had so many questions, so many fears, but she couldn't seem to voice any of them. All she could do was sit there as the doctor went on about treatment plans and follow-up appointments, the words washing over her like white noise.
Finally, after what felt like hours, they were walking out of the clinic, stepping into the too-bright sunlight. Lisa blinked against the glare, feeling dazed and disoriented. Dan wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Let's go home," he said gently. "We can talk more there, in private."
Lisa let him guide her to the car, her legs moving mechanically. As they pulled out of the parking lot, she stared out the window without
really seeing anything, her mind still struggling to process everything the doctor had said.
A rare disorder. Deep vaginal orgasms. The phrases kept echoing in her head as the city streets flew by in a blur. She knew there were challenges ahead, difficult conversations and decisions to be made.
But for now, all she could do was breathe and try to hold herself together, one moment at a time. Dan's hand found hers again, warm and reassuring, and she clung to it like a lifeline as they drove on towards an uncertain future.
Once home, Lisa pored over the materials from the clinic, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to make sense of the medical jargon. The kids were still at school, the house quiet except for the ticking of the clock on the wall. She shifted on the couch, the papers crinkling in her lap.
"It says here that the deep vaginal orgasms need to stimulate the...the fornix. At the back of the vagina," she said slowly, glancing up at Dan. He was sitting beside her, his expression concerned yet attentive.
Lisa bit her lip, a flush rising to her cheeks. These weren't things they normally discussed in such clinical detail. She took a breath and pushed on. "But we both know that you're...I mean, your penis is a bit on the shorter side. I don't mean it's small," Lisa clarified, not wanting to sound cruel. "But I don't think it can reach the spots they're talking about here."
She trailed off, her face hot. Dan reached over and took her hand, his palm warm and slightly clammy against her skin. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly. "We'll figure something out. There have to be other ways, right? Toys or...or positions..."
Lisa nodded, swallowing past the tightness in her throat. She knew he was trying to reassure her, to be supportive, but the idea of needing to use toys or special techniques just to have a normal sex life made her stomach churn. It felt like one more way her body was betraying her.
She looked down at their entwined hands, blinking against the sudden sting of tears. "I just hate this," she whispered. "I hate that this is happening to me. To us."
Dan squeezed her fingers. "I know, baby. I know. But we'll get through it, okay? We always do. No matter what it takes, we'll beat this thing together."
Lisa went through the motions of her daily routine, trying to push down the gnawing ache that seemed to radiate through her bones. She packed the kids' lunches, helped Gina pick out an outfit for school, and made sure her 18-year-old son Ivan actually got out of bed in time to catch the bus. It was a herculean effort just to keep moving, to paste on a smile and pretend everything was fine.
Ivan slouched into the kitchen, his eyes still bleary with sleep. As Lisa handed him his lunch, she caught him staring at her chest, his gaze lingering on the swell of her oversized tits beneath her robe. A hot flush crept up her neck. She knew she was well-endowed, but the blatant ogling from her own son made her skin crawl.
"Eyes up here, Ivan," she snapped, more harshly than she intended.
He jerked his gaze away, mumbling an apology, but she could feel his eyes on her ass as she turned to pour his orange juice. Lisa gritted her teeth, the dull throb behind her eyes intensifying. It was bad enough dealing with this disorder, with the looming specter of her sex life being forever changed. Now she had to worry about her teenage son objectifying her too?
She herded the kids out the door, watching as they clambered onto the school bus. Gina turned to wave, her gap-toothed smile bright and innocent. Lisa waved back, her own smile feeling brittle. She wondered how long she could keep up this facade, this illusion of normalcy.
As the bus pulled away, Lisa trudged back inside, each step an effort. She sank down on the couch and closed her eyes, trying to will away the pain that pulsed through her body with every heartbeat. The clock ticked on the wall, counting down the hours until Dan would be home and they could delve into the uncharted waters of this new reality.
But for now, she was alone with her thoughts, her fears, and the unrelenting ache that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in her bones. She hugged herself tightly, as if she could somehow hold the broken pieces together through sheer force of will.
Tears slipped down her cheeks, hot and bitter. She didn't know how much more she could take, how long she could keep going on like this. But she had to be strong, for herself and for her family. She had to believe that somehow, someway, they would find a way through this.
Days turned into weeks as Lisa tried sex toy after sex toy, each one more elaborate than the last. Sleek silver vibrators, girthy purple dildos, contoured glass wands that promised to hit just the right spot. She spent hours scouring online reviews, adding item after item to her virtual cart until the total made her wince. But no price seemed too high if it could ease the pain that gnawed at her constantly.
When the discreet packages arrived, she tore into them with a desperate sort of hope, her fingers trembling as she freed each toy from its plastic packaging. She followed the instructions meticulously, coating them with lube and angling them just so, holding her breath
as she slid them inside herself. Sometimes Dan helped, his hands gentle on her hips as he worked the toys deeper, trying to stimulate that elusive spot at the back of her vagina.
But no matter how long she writhed against the buzzing silicone, no matter how many times she clenched around the firm girth stretching her open, the relief she sought remained maddeningly out of reach. Her orgasms were shallow and unsatisfying, leaving her more frustrated than ever. The ache in her bones seemed to mock her efforts, pulsing in time with the futile throb between her legs.
Finally, after another night spent futilely grinding against a buzzing wand until her wrist ached, Lisa made a decision. She couldn't keep doing this, couldn't keep torturing herself with false hopes and useless gadgets. She needed real answers, real help.
The next day, while Dan was at work, Lisa drove back to the clinic, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. She needed answers, needed to know what her options were beyond an endless parade of overpriced toys that did nothing to ease her pain.
Dr. Larsen welcomed her into the office with a sympathetic smile. Lisa perched on the edge of the exam table, her hands twisting in her lap as she poured out her frustrations, her fears, the hopelessness that threatened to swallow her whole.
The doctor listened intently, her brow furrowed. When Lisa finally fell silent, Dr. Larsen leaned forward, her expression grave.
"Lisa, I want you to know that what you're experiencing is not uncommon for women with this condition. For some, toys and devices simply aren't enough to achieve the level of stimulation needed for relief."
Lisa's heart sank. "So what do I do? Just live with this pain forever?"
Dr. Larsen shook her head. "No, not at all. There are other options. But they can be...unconventional."
She went on to explain that for some women, the key to triggering these deep, therapeutic orgasms was the feeling of real flesh, the primal intimacy of being filled by a living, pulsing cock. The toys, no matter how well-crafted, simply couldn't replicate that.
Lisa felt her face flush hot. "But my husband...he's not...I mean, his penis is..."
The words stuck in her throat. It felt like a betrayal to even voice these thoughts, these secret doubts that had plagued her for years.
Dr. Larsen gave her a gentle, understanding look. "If your partner's size is a limitation, there are ways around that. Some of my patients have found success with...male substitutes. Men who are better endowed and able to reach those deep pleasure points."
Lisa stared at her, shock mingling with a sudden, shameful flicker of arousal. The thought of opening herself up to another man, of feeling a strange cock plunging deep inside her, probing places Dan had never touched...it was terrifying and thrilling all at once.
"I don't know if I could do that," she whispered, her voice ragged. "It feels like cheating."
"I understand your hesitation. But Lisa, this is your health we're talking about. Your quality of life. If Dan loves you, he'll want what's best for you, even if it's difficult. You need to have an honest conversation with him."
Lisa nodded numbly, her mind reeling. She knew the doctor was right, knew she needed to be upfront with Dan. But the prospect of telling him, of seeing the hurt and betrayal in his eyes...it made her stomach churn.
Lisa tried to put Dr. Larsen's suggestion out of her mind, but it lingered like a splinter she couldn't quite dig out. The idea of letting another man inside her, no matter how well-endowed, felt like a violation of her marriage vows. She and Dan had always been faithful to each other, even when things got tough. How could she even consider breaking that trust?
But as the days dragged on and the ache in her bones grew more insistent, Lisa found herself wavering. The toys were doing nothing for her, and the pain was starting to affect every aspect of her life. She was short-tempered with the kids, distracted while she worked around the house, and so exhausted by the end of the day that even cuddling with Dan on the couch felt like too much effort.
One evening, as she was putting away laundry, Lisa passed by Ivan's room and heard a sound that made her freeze. It was rhythmic, almost frantic, and all too familiar. She knew she should keep walking, give her son his privacy, but some perverse impulse made her pause, her hand hovering over the doorknob.
Through the crack in the door, she could see Ivan sprawled on his bed, his hand pumping furiously at his crotch. Lisa's breath caught in her throat. She knew it was wrong to watch, knew she should look away, but her eyes were drawn inexorably to the thick, veined shaft jutting from her son's fist.
Ivan's massive cock was a sight to behold. It was huge, easily twice the size of Dan's modest endowment. The thick shaft was engorged with blood, the bulging veins prominent beneath the taut skin. It had to be at least 9 inches long, maybe more, and so girthy that Lisa wasn't sure she could encircle it with her fingers. The swollen head was a deep, angry purple, flared and glistening with the copious pre-cum that dribbled from the tip.
The root of his cock was a solid mass of muscle and sinew, providing the power behind each vigorous stroke of his fist. His heavy balls churned beneath, drawn up tight to his body as his climax approached. This was a cock built for hard, deep, relentless fucking - a battering ram designed to plunder the innermost depths of a woman's body.
Lisa's cunt clenched at the thought, a hot pulse of need that left her breathless. She imagined that huge, veiny shaft plowing into her, stretching her open, pounding the ache from her bones with ruthless strokes. Her nipples tightened almost painfully against the confines of her bra as a forbidden heat unfurled in her belly.
Shame washed over her in sickening waves, but she couldn't tear her gaze away. Ivan's face was contorted in pleasure, his lips parted and his eyes screwed shut. His free hand fisted in the sheets, the tendons standing out in his forearm as he chased his release.
With a strangled grunt, he came, thick ropes of semen spurting spectacularly into the air and onto his heaving belly. Lisa watched, transfixed, as the last few drops oozed from the tip of his softening cock.
It wasn't until Ivan started to stir that the mother snapped out of her trance. She hurried away from the door, her heart pounding and her face burning with a mixture of guilt and forbidden lust. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed, what she had allowed herself to feel.
But even as she tried to push the memory away, she couldn't shake the image of Ivan's impressive size, the way it had made her ache with a hunger she hadn't felt in years. It was wrong, so utterly taboo, but some dark part of her wondered if maybe, just maybe, her son held the key to her relief.
It wasn't like she hadn't noticed the way Ivan looked at her, his gaze lingering on her fat tits or meaty derriere when he thought she wasn't paying attention. And there had been those times she'd found her lace panties tangled in his bedsheets, the crotch stained with unmistakable evidence of his lust. She'd never had the courage to confront him about it, too afraid of what it might unearth.
But the real smoking gun had been the story she'd found on his laptop one afternoon when he'd left it open on the kitchen table. Curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she'd scrolled through the document, her eyes widening with each lurid paragraph. In excruciatingly graphic detail, Ivan had described bending her over the backseat of her car and fucking her senseless, pounding into his own mother with wild abandon until they both erupted in shattering orgasms.
Lisa had felt sick to her stomach as she read, but she couldn't deny the pulse of heat between her legs, the way her nipples had tightened against her blouse. She'd snapped the laptop shut, her hands shaking, and tried to erase the filthy words from her brain. But they lingered still, taunting her with forbidden possibilities.
She knew in her gut that if she went to Ivan, if she offered herself to him, he wouldn't hesitate. He would jump at the chance to make his twisted fantasies a reality, even if it was to help her with a medical condition. The thought simultaneously repulsed and thrilled her.
Lisa warred with herself, disgust and desperation clashing in her chest. She was a married woman, a mother - she couldn't seriously be considering fucking her own teenage son. It was sick, depraved, the ultimate taboo.
But God, the way he'd looked pounding his huge cock in his bedroom, his muscles clenching as he neared climax... The ache in her bones sharpened, as if punishing her for her resistance.
Lisa closed her eyes, tears of frustration pricking behind her lids. Was she really this depraved, this desperate for relief that she would cross the final line? Every cell in her body screamed for release, for the deep, fulfilling orgasms the doctor had promised would ease her constant pain.
Her mind spun in dizzying circles, torn between her morals and her all-consuming need. Ivan's youthful cock danced behind her eyelids, taunting her with its forbidden heft. She imagined the stretch of it inside her, filling her completely, stroking parts of her that hadn't been touched in close to 20 years.
Ivan held his breath as he peeked through the crack in the bathroom door, terrified of being caught by his sister Gina. But the temptation to ogle his mother's spectacular body was too powerful to resist. His heart pounded in his ears as Lisa shimmied out of her lacy bra, unleashing her massive, heavy tits. They bobbed and swayed with her movements, the dusky nipples already stiff with arousal.
She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her skimpy panties and slid them down her long legs, baring the smooth, shaved mound of her pussy to his hungry gaze. Ivan's cock throbbed almost painfully in his jeans at the mouthwatering sight. His mother's ass was a work of art, round and firm and bodacious. He longed to grab greedy handfuls of those perfect cheeks, to spread them wide and plunge his tongue into her tight rosebud.
Lisa wedged her phone between her ear and bare shoulder as she bent to turn on the shower. "I just don't know what to do, Jenna," she sighed, her heavy breasts swinging tantalizingly with the motion. "The doctor says my only hope is deep dicking from a big penis, but Dan's is just so...inadequate."
Ivan's eyes widened. He knew he shouldn't be listening to his mother's private conversation, but the revelation made his balls tighten with a perverse thrill. Did she really need a huge dick to provide relief from what ailed her? All this time, he'd been fantasizing about giving her the deep, hard fucking she obviously craved, never imagining it could be medicinal too. His neglected cock lurched in his pants, pre-cum soaking through his boxers.
He palmed his bulge, barely suppressing a groan as Lisa examined her reflection in the mirror, cupping and hefting her amazing rack. "I feel like a bad wife, even considering this, but I'm desperate," she confessed. "This pain...it's eating me alive. I'd do anything to make it stop."
Anything? The word reverberated through Ivan's sex-fogged brain. He imagined himself stepping into the steamy bathroom, pushing his naked mother against the vanity and declaring that he had the cure for her, throbbing and ready between his legs. He pictured her shock melting into grateful lust as he plowed her hard from behind, giving her the deep dicking she needed. His hips flexed involuntarily, rutting into his hand.
Ivan's heart hammered as his mind raced. There was no way his mom would ever cheat on his dad, even if it meant curing her pain. And she certainly would never agree to let him fuck her, no matter how huge his cock was or how good he knew he could make her feel. It was a hopeless fantasy.
But maybe there was another way. If Ivan could find some dirt on his dad, something really bad that he'd be terrified for his wife to discover...he could use it as leverage. Blackmail the old man into letting Ivan take his place in his mother's bed.
Everyone had skeletons in their closet, naughty secrets they kept hidden away. His straight-laced father had to have something sordid
lurking in his past. An affair, a shameful kink, a hidden vice - whatever it was, Ivan would uncover it. He just needed to dig deep enough.
His cock twitched eagerly at the idea, pulsing against his zipper. If this worked, he could finally live out his dirtiest fantasies AND give his mother the deep, pounding relief she craved. A win-win! The taboo thrill made his balls tighten and his asshole clench.
Ivan watched hungrily as his mom hung up the phone and stepped into the shower, rivulets of water cascading over her mouthwatering curves. Steam billowed around her, fogging the glass and obscuring his view. He palmed his aching cock through his jeans, barely resisting the urge to whip it out and stroke it to the sight of his mother's glistening, soapy body.
Soon, he vowed silently. Soon he would have her, all of her, spread open and moaning for his cock. He just needed to find his dad's darkest secret first.
Ivan spent the next two days scouring the house for anything he could use as leverage against his father. He rifled through dresser drawers, flipped through old photo albums, even snooped in his parents' closet when they were out, holding his breath as if they might catch him elbow-deep in their private affairs. But he came up empty-handed, frustration mounting with each dead end.
It wasn't until he ventured into the garage, shifting through dusty boxes of Christmas ornaments and outgrown sports equipment, that he finally hit pay dirt. There, tucked behind a stack of his father's old college textbooks, was a small lockbox, its metal exterior scratched and tarnished with age. Ivan's heart kicked into overdrive as he fished it out, the weight of it telling in his hands.
He fiddled with the latch, but of course it was locked tight. His mind spun with possibilities of what sordid secrets it might contain. He had to get it open, had to know what kind of dirt his squeaky clean father was hiding. Glancing around furtively, he tucked the box under his arm and snuck it up to his room, locking the door behind him.
It took some doing, but after an hour of prying and cursing, he managed to jimmy the lock with a bent paperclip. Hands shaking slightly, he lifted the lid, hope and trepidation warring in his gut.
Inside, he found a stack of photos, edges curled and faded with time. His breath caught as he flipped through them, taking in the images of his father, twenty years younger, naked and engaged in explicit sexual acts with another man. The pictures left no doubt as to the nature of their relationship, the way their bodies were intertwined, the blissed out expressions on their faces.
Ivan's mind reeled, trying to reconcile this revelation with the man who had raised him, the upstanding husband and father who went to church every Sunday and got flustered at the mere mention of sex. He'd always assumed his parents' lukewarm bedroom antics were due to his mother's constant pain, but now he wondered if his dad had been hiding his true desires all along. Was his own father a bisexual?
A slow, wicked grin spread across Ivan's face as the realization sank in. He had him. He finally had the leverage he needed to blackmail his father into stepping aside, into letting Ivan fulfill his ultimate taboo fantasy. The knowledge sat hot and heavy in his gut, his neglected cock twitching with renewed purpose.
That evening, Dan's face paled as Ivan triumphantly held up the incriminating photos, a satisfied smirk twisting his lips. A cold sweat
broke out across Dan's brow, his stomach churning with a sickening mixture of horror, anger, and dread.
"Where...where did you get those?" he croaked, his voice trembling. He reached for the pictures with a shaking hand, but Ivan snatched them away, wagging a scolding finger.
"Uh-uh, Dad. Finders keepers." Ivan's eyes glinted with malicious glee, relishing the power he now held over his father. "I always knew you were hiding something. Guess you're not such a straight arrow after all, huh?"
Dan's face flushed hot with mingled shame and outrage. How dare this little shit go snooping through his private things? Violating his privacy, dredging up ancient history that was never meant to see the light of day? His hands curled into fists at his sides, the urge to wipe that smug look off Ivan's face nearly overwhelming.
But he couldn't lash out, couldn't risk alienating his son any further. Not when the evidence of his youthful indiscretions was clutched in Ivan's grubby paw, poised to destroy the life he'd so carefully built. He had to handle this delicately, find some way to diffuse the ticking time bomb of his long-buried secret.
"Ivan, listen to me," he said carefully, his voice strained with the effort of keeping calm. "That was a long time ago, okay? I was young and confused and...and experimenting. It didn't mean anything."
Ivan's eyebrows shot up, a mocking laugh huffing from his nose. "Didn't mean anything? I don't know, Dad, looks like you were pretty into it from where I'm standing." He waved the photos tauntingly, making Dan's insides clench with dread.
"It was just a phase, alright?" Dan snapped, frustration sharpening his tone. "Ancient history. I'm not...I haven't been with a man since then. I love your mother, I'm committed to our marriage."
"Yeah, and I'm sure Mom would love to hear all about your 'phase'," Ivan sneered, a hard glint in his eye. "Wonder how she'd feel, knowing her husband used to take it up the ass from his college buddy."
Dan closed his eyes, the humiliation burning through him like acid. This couldn't be happening. All these years, he'd kept his shameful past locked away, buried deep where it could never touch his picture-perfect present. He'd built a life, a family, on the foundation of his heterosexuality, his fidelity. If Lisa found out...
"What do you want, Ivan?" he asked hoarsely, defeated.
Ivan's smirk widened. "I thought you'd never ask. It's simple, really. I wanna help Mom. And I think we both know there's only one way to do that."
Dan's brow furrowed in confusion, not following. Then realization crashed over him like a bucket of ice water. His eyes widened in horror. "No. No way. Absolutely not."
Ivan rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, Dad. Don't be so dramatic. It's not like I'm suggesting anything crazy here. Mom needs a big cock to cure what ails her. And lucky for her, I've got just the tool for the job." He grabbed his crotch lewdly, a cocky grin splitting his face.
Nausea roiled in Dan's gut. This couldn't be happening. His own son, proposing to...to... He couldn't even think it, the idea was so repulsive. "You're sick," he spat, revulsion twisting his features. "She's your mother, for God's sake!"
"Yeah, and she's your wife. But apparently that's not enough to get you to man up and allow her to get what she needs." Ivan's voice dripped with condescension. "Face it, your tiny dick just isn't cutting it. But mine will. I can make her feel good, Dad. Take away her pain."
Dan shook his head vehemently, bile rising in his throat. "No. I won't let you. I'll...I'll buy you a car. Pay for your college. Anything you want. Just please, don't do this. Don't make me let you..."
Ivan barked a harsh laugh. "Jesus, listen to yourself. You'd really rather bribe me than get Mom the relief she's begging for? And you call me sick." He shook his head, something like disappointment flickering across his face. "This isn't about me, Dad. Or my 'selfish desires' or whatever bullshit you're telling yourself. This is about Mom. Making her feel better. Don't you want that?"
Dan opened his mouth, a desperate plea poised on his tongue, but the words wouldn't come. Because the awful truth was, he did want Lisa to feel better. He hated seeing her in constant agony, knowing he was powerless to help her. And he knew deep down that Ivan could.
Self-loathing burned like acid in his veins. What kind of man was he, to even consider this? Pimping out his own wife to their teenage son? Even if it was for her own good, the thought made him physically ill.
But the alternative - watching Lisa waste away in unending torment, all because he was too proud and squeamish to let Ivan do what needed to be done...
"I can't," he whispered brokenly, the fight draining out of him. "I can't give you my blessing on this. It's wrong. She's my wife. Your mother."
Ivan's eyes hardened, his jaw clenching with resolve. "You think Mom would be happy to find out her husband was fucking dudes while he was dating her? Maybe even while engaged to her?" He shook the photos in Dan's face. "How do you think that would make her feel, Dad? To know you were out there taking cock when you were supposed to be committed to her?"
Dan's shoulders slumped in defeat, all the fight draining out of him. Ivan was right. If Lisa saw those pictures, it would crush her. Shatter the illusion of their perfect marriage, their wholesome history. She would never look at him the same way again.
"What...what exactly are you suggesting I do then?" Dan asked hoarsely, hating himself for even entertaining the idea. But what choice did he have?
A slow, triumphant smile spread across Ivan's face. "Simple. You're gonna tell Mom that the best way to cure her is to let me fuck her. You're gonna give us your blessing to get nasty, whenever and however we want. And you're not going to breathe a word of complaint about it."
Dan's stomach lurched, gorge rising in his throat. The thought of his teenage son defiling his wife, pumping her full of cum with that huge cock of his, made him physically ill. But the alternative - losing Lisa's love and respect forever while she suffered in pain - was unthinkable.
"And if I do this, you'll keep your mouth shut about...about the pictures?" he asked numbly, already knowing the answer.
Ivan's grin widened. "As long as you keep up your end of the deal, your dirty little secret is safe with me. But the second you try to interfere, or go back on your word...well, I'm sure Mom would be very interested to see what her hubby got up to back in the day."
Dan closed his eyes, a shudder of revulsion rolling through him. He was trapped, completely at the mercy of his deviant son's whims. But what choice did he have? Letting Ivan defile Lisa was a small price to pay to keep his sordid past buried.
"Fine," he bit out through gritted teeth. "I'll...I'll talk to your mother. Tell her that I think it's a good idea for you to...to help her."
The words tasted like ashes on his tongue, but he forced them out. Ivan clapped him on the shoulder, his touch making Dan's skin crawl.
"I knew you'd come around," Ivan said, his voice low and satisfied. "Mom's gonna feel so much better soon. And hey, maybe you'll finally be able to relax a little, knowing she's getting what she needs to feel better."
Ivan's smug grin made Dan's skin crawl as he outlined his sick plan. "So here's what you're gonna do, Dad," he said, his voice dripping with false cheer. "You're going to sit Mom down, look her in the eye, and tell her that you think it's a great idea for me to fuck her. You're gonna say that it's the only way to cure her pain, and that you're totally on board."
Dan's stomach churned, bile rising in his throat at the thought of convincing his wife to let their teenage son violate her. But the hard glint in Ivan's eye told him he had no choice.
"And you better make it convincing," Ivan continued, his tone sharpening. "Really sell it, like it was your idea. Because if I get even a hint that you're not fully supportive, well..." He waved the incriminating photos tauntingly. "Let's just say these might accidentally find their way into Mom's hands. Wouldn't want that, would we?"
Dan's heart seized with dread, the humiliating images seared into his brain. He knew he was trapped, completely at Ivan's mercy. Slowly, numbly, he nodded.
"I'll do it," he said hoarsely, the words like broken glass in his throat. "I'll talk to her. Convince her."
Ivan's smile returned, smug satisfaction oozing from every pore. "Good boy, Dad. I knew you'd see it my way." He clapped Dan on the
shoulder, making him flinch. "Trust me, this is for the best. Mom's gonna be so grateful to finally get some relief."
Dan closed his eyes against the sting of tears, hating himself for being so weak, so powerless. He pictured Lisa's face when he told her that Ivan was the solution to her agony, revulsion and shame twisting in his guts. But what choice did he have?
He was a puppet on Ivan's strings now, forced to dance to whatever twisted tune his son played. All he could do was pray that Lisa would forgive him for failing her so completely as a husband and a man.
With a heavy heart and a leaden tongue, Dan went to find his wife, to shatter her world and deliver her into their son's perverse clutches. Each step felt like a nail in his own coffin, the weight of his secrets crushing him into the ground.
But it was too late to turn back now. He had to see this through, no matter how much it killed him inside. Lisa's well-being hung in the balance, and he had to do whatever it took to secure it.
Lisa stared at her husband in utter disbelief, her mouth hanging open in shock. Had he really just suggested that she have sex with their own son? That Ivan, their teenage boy, should be the one to pound her pain away with his huge cock? She couldn't wrap her mind around it.
Her gaze flicked to Ivan, standing there with a smug grin on his face as he openly ogled her large breasts. His eyes were glazed with lust, roaming hungrily over her curves like he'd already been given the green light to ravage her body. The blatant desire in his expression made her skin prickle with unease.
"Dan, I...I can't..." she stammered, her tongue thick and clumsy in her mouth. "He's our son for God's sake! It's wrong!"
She looked back at her husband, desperate for him to come to his senses, to put a stop to this insanity. But Dan wouldn't meet her eye, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
"I know it seems crazy," he said hoarsely. "But the doctor said you needed this. I just want you to feel better, Lise. And if Ivan is willing to help..."
He trailed off, his voice cracking with emotion. Lisa's heart clenched. She could see how much this was killing him, how it went against every fiber of his being. But the pain was eating her alive. She was desperate for relief, no matter how taboo the source.
Ivan stepped closer, his bulge obscenely prominent in his jeans. Lisa's eyes were drawn to it against her will, her cheeks flushing hotly. When she dragged her gaze back up to his face, his grin widened knowingly.
"I wanna help you, Mom," he said, his voice low and coaxing. "Dad practically begged me to do this. We can keep it just between us, our little secret."
Lisa's head spun, torn between revulsion and a dark, shameful thrill. The ache between her legs sharpened, her body responding to the promise of Ivan's impressive size despite the screaming wrongness of it all.
She looked at Dan one last time, praying he would put a stop to this insanity. But he just gave her a small, miserable nod, his eyes pleading for her forgiveness. In that moment, she knew she was on her own.
Lisa shook her head again, her mind reeling at the utter wrongness of what they were suggesting. To have sex with her own son, her teenage boy... it was unthinkable. Revulsion shuddered through her.
But Ivan fixed Dan with a hard, threatening glare, and her husband wilted under the heat of it. He turned back to Lisa, his expression pained and pleading.
"Honey, I know how it sounds. But the doctor said you needed a bigger penis to get relief. And Ivan's is...well, it's a lot larger than mine." The words seemed to physically pain Dan to utter.
"Much larger," Ivan interjected, a smug grin on his face as he lewdly grabbed his bulging crotch. "More than big enough to pound your pain away, Mom."
Nausea churned in Lisa's stomach, but the ache between her legs gave a traitorous throb. She was so desperate for respite from the constant agony. If Ivan really could provide that with his big cock, did it matter that he was her son? That dark, forbidden part of her wondered.
"Maybe..." The word fell from her lips before she could stop it, heavy with defeat and shame. "Maybe we could try it. Just once, to see if it actually helps like the doctor said."
Dan made a choked sound, his eyes squeezing shut as if to block out the awful reality. But Ivan's face split in a triumphant grin, his eyes glinting with a sick excitement.
"I promise I'll make you feel so much better, Mom." His voice dripped with false sincerity, but the bulge in his jeans pulsed eagerly.
Lisa's skin crawled with revulsion, but she forced herself to nod. She would do anything to stop the pain, even if it damned her soul.
Lisa arranged for her daughter to stay with her sister the following evening. She didn't want Gina anywhere near the house when she... when she let Ivan do those unspeakable things to her. The mere
thought made her stomach churn with guilt and self-loathing, but the constant ache in her bones pushed her forward.
She even lovingly suggested to Dan that he go catch a movie or something, get out of the house for a few hours. He looked at her with such broken despair that for a moment, her resolve wavered. But then the pain throbbed through her again and she steeled herself. She had to do this. For her health, her sanity.
Dan agreed in a hoarse whisper and trudged out the door, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Lisa watched him go, her heart twisting. She hated seeing him so beaten down, so emasculated. Hated herself for putting him through this, for wanting it despite the screaming wrongness of it all.
But as everyone but her and Ivan vacated the house, Lisa found herself perversely eager for his touch, for the deep, forbidden pounding he had promised. Moisture gathered between her legs as she imagined Ivan's huge teenage cock splitting her open, defiling her in the most taboo way possible. Her fat nipples stiffened against the lace of her bra, betraying her shameful excitement.
Lisa's mind continued to churn with conflicting emotions as she went through the motions of preparing for her son, as if readying herself for some sordid date. Shame burned in her cheeks as she meticulously shaved her legs in the shower, the rasp of the razor unnaturally loud in her ears. What was she doing? This was her son, her own flesh and blood. The wrongness of it all made her stomach twist.
But even as disgust roiled within her, She imagined Ivan's strong hands gripping her hips, his huge cock plundering her aching depths, and her core clenched with a sick thrill. The promise of relief, of an end to the constant pain, was a siren song she couldn't resist, no matter how taboo the means.
Her skin felt electrified as she slipped into a short silky robe, the material clinging to her freshly showered curves. Nothing too revealing - she couldn't bring herself to dress like some brazen harlot for her teenage son. But the robe hugged her enormous breasts and nipped in at her trim waist before flaring out over her hips. Sexy, yet still tasteful. Appropriate for the depraved occasion.
Lisa stepped into a pair of black stiletto mules, the heels sending a jolt of confidence through her even as her ankles wobbled slightly. The extra height made her feel powerful, in control, despite the decidedly out of control situation she now found herself in. She drew in a shuddering breath, trying to calm the battling swarm of nerves and arousal in her belly. This was it. No turning back now.
The dainty click of her heels sounded obscenely loud as she descended the stairs in search of her boy. A shiver worked through her as she spotted him lounging on the couch, his long legs sprawled carelessly wide. His eyes raked over her scantily clad form as she approached, a predatory gleam in their depths that made goosebumps prickle across her flesh.
"Mom," he greeted, his deep voice already rough with lust. "You look…hot!"
Embarrassed heat flooded Lisa's cheeks at the blatant appreciation in his gaze, the bald hunger that a son should never feel for his mother. She tugged self-consciously at the belt of her robe, swallowing hard around the lump of guilt and desire in her throat.
"Shall we, um…go upstairs to your room?" she awkwardly asked.
Lisa swallowed hard, her mouth dry as she led Ivan up the stairs to his bedroom, hyper-aware of his presence behind her. She could practically feel his eyes burning into her bodacious buttocks as she climbed each step, the sway of her hips beneath the thin silk of the robe suddenly feeling obscene, illicit. The cool air kissed her bare skin
and she realized with a flush of embarrassed heat that the robe left little to the imagination - Ivan could no doubt see the shape of her naked ass through the thin robe, the heavy bounce and sway of her unfettered breasts.
Her body felt too sensitive, the brush of the silk against her nipples making them stiffen traitorously. Anticipation and dread knotted in her stomach, a sick sort of arousal pulsing between her legs despite herself. This was so wrong. But she needed it, craved the promise of his rock-hard cock pounding away the pain that had become her constant companion.
Lisa forced her feet to carry her down the hall to Ivan's room, the door gaping open like the yawning mouth of some beast ready to consume her. With a trembling hand, she reached for the knob, the brass cool against her feverish skin. This was it. The point of no return. She drew in an unsteady breath and stepped inside, the plush carpet soft beneath her heels.
Lisa's heart skipped a beat as she stepped into her son's bedroom – one he'd had since he was a little boy. The space had been transformed, the harsh overhead light dimmed and replaced by the soft glow of flickering candles. Rose petals were scattered across the bed, the crimson a shocking contrast against the white sheets. Soft R&B music pulsed from the speakers, the sensual beat seeming to match the heavy thud of her own heart.
Ivan stood in the center of the room, his eyes dark and intense as they drank her in. "I wanted to set the mood," he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine. "Make it special for you."
Emotion clogged Lisa's throat. He had gone to such efforts, put real thought into creating an atmosphere of romance and seduction. It
was so wrong, so utterly taboo...yet she was undeniably touched by the gesture. By his earnest desire to please her.
"Oh honey, thank you," she whispered, taking a step closer. The spicy scent of his cologne teased her nostrils. "It's perfect."
Ivan's lips curved in a slow smile and he opened his arms. Lisa went to him as if pulled by a magnet, sinking against the solid heat of his lean, teenage body. He wrapped her in a tight embrace, crushing her pillowy silk-clad breasts against his hard chest. She could feel every ridge of his muscles, the thud of his heart, the hot brand of his erection pressing into her stomach.
Arousal bloomed through her like a sickness, starting in her core and licking through her veins. Her fat nipples tightened, pushing against the thin barrier of her robe. The pulsing ache between her legs intensified. Ivan's hands skated down her back to palm the globes of her ass, pulling her harder against him. Lisa let out a breathy moan, light-headed with sudden need.
This was really happening. She was in her son's arms, about to let him have his wicked way with her. Guilt and shame and dark, forbidden excitement churned in her stomach. But there was no turning back now. The die had been cast.
Ivan's fingers dug into her plump flesh of her bubble butt as he ground his rigid cock against her mound. Lisa's head fell back on a gasp, heat sizzling under her skin. He bent his head and captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving past her teeth to claim her mouth. She whimpered and tangled her fingers in his hair, giving herself over to the forbidden pleasure. To the promise of relief, no matter how wrong the method.
He walked her backwards until her knees hit the bed. With a gentle push, he toppled her onto the mattress, rose petals scattering around her and her melonous tits rolling on her chest beneath the robe. Lisa
looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her chest heaving. Ivan stood over her, his expression ravenous as he drank in the sight of her splayed out before him like an offering.
The teen stripped off his shirt with a confident smirk, revealing the lean, chiseled planes of his torso. Lisa's eyes widened as they drank in the sight of his bare skin, the defined muscles rippling beneath the surface. Her breath caught in her throat, an illicit thrill zinging through her at the forbidden treat of her son's body.
He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and shoved them down his hips, kicking them away. Lisa's heart seized at the huge bulge straining against the confines of his boxer-briefs. Then he was peeling those off too, and his enormous cock sprang free, bobbing proudly at it jutted out stiffly from his crotch.
Lisa gulped, unable to tear her gaze away from the thick, veiny shaft. It was even bigger than she'd imagined, jutting from a thin patch of dark curls, the swollen head an angry purple. It twitched under her stunned perusal, as if preening at her blatant admiration. She didn't think she'd ever seen a penis so massive, the sheer girth of it making her clench in both fear and dark, shameful anticipation.
Slowly, she dragged her eyes up Ivan's body to his face. A wicked gleam danced in his eyes, his lips curled in a smug grin as he reveled in her awestruck reaction. He wrapped a hand around his huge cock, pumping it lazily.
"Like what you see, Mom?" he purred, his voice dripping with sin. "Bet you've never had one this big before."
Lisa's cheeks burned as she tore her gaze away from Ivan's jutting erection. "You're very...lucky, honey," she mumbled, the words sticking in her throat. "To be so well-endowed."
Slowly, with trembling fingers, she untied the sash of her robe and let the silky material slither off her body to pool on the bed. Cool air kissed her overheated skin and she shivered, goosebumps pebbling her flesh. Ivan's eyes went wide as they raked over her naked curves, lingering hungrily on her huge, heavy breasts.
"Fuck, Mom," he breathed, his voice ragged with lust. "Your tits are incredible."
Pride and shame swirled in Lisa's stomach at his reverent tone. She knew her breasts were her best feature, giant, full and perfectly shaped. But to have her own son ogling them so blatantly felt so dirty, so wrong.
Lisa swallowed hard as Ivan crawled onto the bed between her spread thighs, his dark eyes glinting with hunger. Her whole body trembled, torn between revulsion and a sick sort of anticipation. This was so wrong, letting her own son see her like this - legs splayed wantonly, her bare pussy on lewd display.
She wanted to squeeze her eyes shut against his penetrating gaze, but she couldn't look away as he settled his athletic body over her, caging her in. His huge cock bobbed between them, throbbing and engorged, the bulbous head nearly brushing her mound.
"Don't worry, Mom," Ivan purred, his voice like sin-soaked velvet stroking over her fevered skin. "I'm gonna fuck that pain right out of you. Pound this fat cock so deep, you'll forget your own name."
Lisa shuddered, slickness gathering at her empty core. He was so crude, so filthy...but God help her, his dirty promises were only stoking the illicit flames licking through her veins.
Ivan grabbed her knees and pushed them back toward her chest, folding her practically in half. Cool air washed over Lisa's exposed slit and she flushed hotly, knowing he could see every intimate fold and
crease, her wet and winking opening. She felt utterly exposed, vulnerable to his ravenous stare.
Ivan licked his lips as he dragged his gaze up and down her naked cleft, his nostrils flaring. "Fuck, your pussy is perfect. So bare and smooth and juicy. Can't wait to stuff it full of cock."
Lisa whimpered, molten humiliation and desire churning in her stomach. No one had ever spoken to her like this, looked at her with such blatant carnal intent. It was mortifying...thrilling. Wrong.
Ivan notched the broad head of his erection against her swollen lips, rubbing up and down her slick seam. Sparks of sensation skittered through her, making her clench and moan. He bumped against her plump clit, the contact like a live wire against the sensitive bundle of nerves. It throbbed under his touch, peeking out from its hood like a ripe, glistening berry.
He circled the protruding nub with the tip of his cock, flicking and teasing. Pleasure bloomed and unfurled in Lisa's core, dark and forbidden. She tried to press her hips into his maddening touch, chasing more of that tingling friction, but he held her fast.
"Uh-uh, Mom. Gotta beg for it first," he taunted, a wicked grin splitting his face. He tapped his cockhead against her clit, making her jerk and gasp. "C'mon, tell me how bad you need this big dick in your hungry cunt."
"Please," she whimpered, the words tasting like sin on her tongue. "I need it. I need your big dick to ease my pain."
Ivan's eyes flashed with triumph and he growled low in his chest as his enormous cockhead nuzzled insistently at Lisa's slick entrance, the broad tip straining against her tight opening. She sucked in a sharp breath as he increased the pressure, stretching her delicate folds to the limit. The flared head popped past her resisting muscles
with an obscene squelch, peeling back the remnants of her hymen like wet tissue paper.
A strangled moan tore from Lisa's throat as her son's massive cock invaded her most intimate depths, slowly plowing through her tight channel with unrelenting force. She could feel every ridge and vein of his thick shaft as it scraped along her clutching inner walls, stimulating hidden nerve endings she never knew existed.
The slick combination of Ivan's copious pre-cum and her own shameful arousal eased the way for his relentless penetration, allowing him to sink deeper and deeper into her forbidden passage. Her body stretched and burned around his unforgiving girth, the pleasure-pain unlike anything she'd ever experienced, even during her wild college days.
Ivan grunted as he hilted himself fully inside her, his wiry pubic hair scratching against her sensitive mound. Lisa's eyes rolled back as she felt him throb and flex at the very root of his huge cock, the steely shaft pulsing against her cervix. It felt like he was in her stomach, stuffing her so full she could barely breathe.
He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every dragging inch of his enormous penis as it rasped along her tender sheath. The thick veins and pulsing ridges seemed to catch on her swollen inner flesh, making her whimper and clench helplessly around him. His bulbous cockhead tugged at her opening, threatening to pull free of her clutching heat.
Then he slammed forward again, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Lisa cried out as he bottomed out inside her, the blunt tip of his cock ramming against her womb. Electric shocks of sensation rippled through her core, a twisted mix of agony and ecstasy that left her trembling and gasping.
"Fuck, Mom, you're so tight," Ivan grunted, his fingers digging into the meat of her thighs as he split her open again and again, pounding into her with ruthless abandon.
Lisa whimpered as his pelvis slapped wetly against hers, his heavy balls smacking obscenely against her ass with each merciless thrust. She could hear the vulgar squelch of her ravaged cunt as it struggled to accommodate his plowing length, her juices frothing and oozing down the crack of her buttocks.
The wet, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh echoed obscenely in her ears as Ivan fucked into her like a machine, drilling her open with jackhammering force.
"Oh hell yeah!" the teen gasped, watching her oversized tits roll and ripple to his every thrust.
The teen groaned as his mother's slick, scalding sheath rippled and squeezed around his plowing cock like a velvet vise. She was so much tighter than any of the younger girls he'd fucked. Not from inexperience, but from the way her mature cunt muscles expertly milking his veiny shaft with each deep thrust. The sheer power of her pelvic floor clamping down on him, trying to hold him in, was unlike anything he'd ever felt.
Her sheath was skilled and strong, forged by years of fucking and toning exercises. He could feel her muscled walls stroking every inch of his plundering length, the textures more varied and intense compared to the slick, yielding holes of his teenage conquests.
And her cervix - God, the way it kissed the tip of his cock each time he hilted inside her, cushiony yet firm, drove him wild. The younger girls he'd been with barely had a discernible cervical entrance, their cunts just smooth tunnels. But his mom's was a defined ring of muscle crowning her sheath, flexing against his invading cockhead like a hungry, suckling mouth. It made the tip of his dick tingle and
throb, the sensations shooting down his shaft and tightening his balls.
He lowered himself down and her huge breasts pillowed against his chest, the silky skin and soft, abundant flesh a delicious contrast to the hard slabs of his pecs. They rippled and quaked with each hammering impact of his hips, flattening and molding to him. He could feel her fat, rubbery nipples scraping his skin, pebbled with shameful arousal. The heavy globes were nothing like the pert little tits of the girls at school. These were the udders of a grown woman, a mother, full and pendulous and oh so plush.
The wrongness of it, of fucking his own mom's forbidden body – the one he was born from, only heightened Ivan's lust. He rutted into her harder, faster, grunting as he battered her cervix and stretched her clenching, juicy cunt to the limit. He wanted to ruin her for his pathetic father. Wanted to mold her sheath to the shape of his huge, invading cock so she'd never feel satisfied by anything else ever again.
"Take it, Mom," he growled, his voice guttural and laced with perverse need.
He grabbed her massive tits, sinking his fingers into the doughy flesh as he slammed into her, shaking her whole body with the force of his thrusts. Her tight, wet glove constricted around him, fluttering wildly as he hit some secret spot deep inside her. He angled his hips, making sure to nail it directly with each punishing stroke.
"Fuck!" Lisa cried out, her nails raking down his back as her sheath rippled and clenched.
Ivan had never heard his mom drop an F-bomb. He loved it!
Lisa screamed as the most powerful orgasm of her life detonated through her body, every nerve ending igniting in blinding ecstasy.
Her back arched violently off the mattress, muscles seizing and clenching as the climax tore through her like a hurricane. She convulsed beneath her son's jackhammering body, her torso lifting him up with the sheer force of her pleasure.
"Goddamn!" the teen chuckled, amused by how intensely he was making his mom come apart beneath him.
Wave after wave of pure rapture crashed over Lisa, obliterating all rational thought. There was only sensation, only the electric currents of bliss sizzling under her skin as her pussy contracted wildly around Ivan's plundering cock. Her cunt rippled and fluttered, squeezing his plundering shaft like a fist, trying to milk him dry.
The constant ache that had plagued her for so long evaporated, incinerated by the heat of her explosive release. For the first time in months, Lisa felt no pain, only the aftershocks of mind-bending pleasure radiating out to the tips of her fingers and toes. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as relief and gratitude swelled in her chest, the blissful absence of agony almost too much to comprehend.
Ivan groaned above her, his hips stuttering as her fluttering sheath squeezed and massaged his cock from root to tip. He slammed into her a half-dozen more times, then buried himself to the hilt as his swollen balls drew up tight to his body. With a guttural roar, he exploded inside her, painting her clutching walls with thick ropes of scalding seed.
Lisa moaned brokenly as she felt her son's cum bathing her insides, pumping into her in what seemed like endless spurts. Her pussy clenched and milked him, instinctively trying to draw his potent essence deeper. She could feel it sloshing in her stuffed channel, oozing out around his throbbing shaft to trickle down the crack of her ass.
Ivan collapsed on top of her, his sweaty chest heaving against hers as he fought to catch his breath. Lisa wrapped her trembling legs around his hips, holding him deep inside her as the last tremors of her climax fluttered through her core. She never wanted to let him go, never wanted this feeling of utter completion and relief to end.
Slowly, her orgasm ebbed, leaving behind a delicious lassitude in her muscles and a deep, throbbing satisfaction in her pussy. The pain that had been her constant companion for so long was gone, banished by her son's masterful fucking. Gratitude and love swelled in Lisa's chest, tears prickling behind her eyelids.
She cradled Ivan's head to her breasts, stroking his damp hair as their breathing gradually slowed and synchronized. In that moment, the taboo of what they'd done, the sick wrongness of a mother taking her son's cock, seemed to melt away, eclipsed by the sheer rightness of their joining.
Ivan rolled off her and collapsed next to her on the bed, his chest heaving. He rolled onto his side and reached for her heavy titties. "Can I suck on these perfect tits, mom?" he panted, his hands already cupping and squeezing her flushed mounds.
Lisa flinched away from his touch, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. As much as part of her craved more of his attention, she knew that indulging in anything beyond what was necessary to relieve her pain would be crossing an unforgivable line. Suckling at her breasts served no medical purpose.
"No, honey," she said firmly, ignoring the pang of disappointment on his face. "We can't..." She swallowed hard and slid off the bed, grabbing her discarded robe. "This needs to stay clinical. Anything more would be wrong."
She belted the silk tightly around her waist, trying to ignore the obscene trickle of Ivan's release oozing down her inner thigh. Her
body still thrummed with the aftershocks of her bone-melting climax, her nerves raw and over-sensitized. It took all her willpower not to crawl back into bed and lose herself in her son's strong arms again.
"I'm gonna go clean up," she muttered, unable to meet Ivan's heated gaze. "You should too, before your father gets back home." The mention of Dan made fresh guilt churn in her stomach. What had she done? How would she ever face him again?
Lisa stumbled into the bathroom, locking the door behind her with shaking hands. She collapsed against it, her heart pounding. Slowly, she untied her robe and let it puddle to the floor, then turned to survey herself in the mirror.
Her reflection stared back at her, face flushed, hair mussed. She looked thoroughly debauched. Well-fucked. The evidence of her son's passion stood out in stark relief against her pale skin, taunting her.
Disgust and a dark thrill warred within her as she reached between her legs and swiped at the sticky mess coating her thighs. Her swollen folds were slippery with the obscene combination of her arousal and Ivan's seed. Wincing, she grabbed a washcloth and began meticulously cleaning herself, scrubbing away the damning proof of their encounter.
By the time she finished showering and blow drying her hair, Ivan had already vanished, for which Lisa was profoundly grateful. She didn't think she could handle anymore loaded looks or charged conversation right now. Mechanically, she stripped the sheets from his bed, gagging slightly at her pooled fem-cum and the musky scent of sex clinging to the fabric.
She had just started a load of laundry when she heard the front door open, signaling Dan's return.