A Late Shift Ch. 02

For Sue she just thought it was another of the men, before she heard the voice speak to her. "Mum, I'm going to fill you. Mum, I'm going to fuck you. Slide my cock in and out of your pussy. Mum, I'm going to fill your cunt." Sue, in her semi-consciousness suddenly heard the words. Jerked her eyes open. Struggled.

"Mark. You can't. Mark I'm your mother. Mark, please, no......................." As she spoke Mark slid his cock a little way out of his mother and thrust back into her, leaving her voice trailing away in arousal, in surrender.

"Mum, what do you want me to do to you?" Mark asked the question insistently a couple of times, sliding his cock gently in and out of his mother as he did so.

For Sue, she had no resistance. This was just so perverted that she wanted it, as she had enjoyed all the perverted things they had done to her over the last hour or so. And she didn't care if they had an audience. "Please, honey, take me." Mark stopped sliding in and out for a moment, crooked his head to his mother. She knew what he meant. "Please Mark, fuck me. Fuck your mother. Slide your cock in and out of your mother's cunt, fill my cunt with your spunk.................." Sue was getting louder and louder as Mark began to pound his cock in and out of her pussy. At last they screamed, both in orgasm, as he seemed to pump gallons of cum deep into his mother.

As they came down, they both heard the round of applause and cheering from the 20 men who had been watching them. Sue felt pleased, if exhausted. Mark felt guilty -- his mother, he shouldn't have done it. Both lay on the carpet naked, too tired and sore to move. They watched as the men melted away, leaving just Chris and Tony, with a couple of others that they didn't know the name of -- probably from the hotel chain. Finally the two men -- my now Mark and Sue's heads had cleared and they knew it was Brian and John, chief and assistant chief executive from the hotel chain - took Sue with them, helped her shower and put her in bed, in between the two of them. Chris and Tony helped Mark shower and took him to bed with them. They were all too exhausted for more and it was the early hours. In seconds all were asleep....................

It was Mark who woke first the next morning, and quietly got out of bed, trying not to disturb Tony and Chris. He went to the bathroom, and wondered how his mother was, how she was feeling after the evening before. For Mark, he felt guilty at what he had done to her, but tried to convince himself he was just caught up in the heat of the moment.

Mark went to the kitchen. He remembered the evening before, and the instructions he had been given when they had arrived. He and his mother had to tidy up after the party and get breakfast. Mark found his trousers and shirt from the night before and put them on, along with a pair of boxers from his overnight bag still in the hall of the lodge. Mark put on the coffee maker, then started the process of collecting up the dirty dishes. He had collected most of them when he made his coffee.

Mark was irritated -- typical of these places -- no dish washer. He started the process of washing and drying dishes, then stacking them in the cupboards. Between taking sips of his coffee he washed and dried. It took him half an hour to wash all the "easies" -- the plates, cups, glasses, cutlery. He looked at the clock -- 9.15am. They had washed many of the serving dishes the night before during the late shift, but there were several left. Mark started on the bigger pots. Another twenty minutes of washing and drying. By the end of that part of the work, he was feeling a bit irritated that his mother hadn't appeared to help him.

One last job before getting a brunch together -- check around the lodge to see if anything had been put in the wrong place. Perhaps glasses left in a bathroom, or plates on the outside decking. He found a few outside and washed them. He searched the lounge and the meeting rooms and found a few more. He headed for the far bathroom, past the bedrooms, to check there. He glanced in the door of the bedroom where he had slept, hearing sounds. It was clear Chris and Tony were awake -- you don't lie in a 69 with each other's cocks in your mouth if you are not wide awake! Mark smiled wryly- it's obvious they don't need him this morning.

Mark moved past the next bedroom, where his mother was sleeping with the guys from the hotel chain. He heard sounds from behind the door. To tell the truth, he heard his mother's voice moaning, and as he stood there for a moment, cry out, screaming "yes, yes, yes............." Mark knew what she was doing. Didn't need him this morning.

Mark checked the bathroom, then returned to the kitchen to finish clearing up from the night before. The sounds coming from the bedroom suggested people were getting out of bed, getting going. Mark pulled together a brunch-- cold meats, bread, cheeses, fruit and cerials, setting up a sort of breakfast buffet.

Within ten minutes the others had appeared dressed in dressing gowns. His mother had hugged him, kissed him, but then sat down with the others after helping herself to breakfast, after Chris had invited her to join them. Mark was irritated. She was supposed to be working, but he was doing everything. Just because she had been taken by a couple of guys already today. Mark's mood didn't lighten as they asked him for coffee. Toast. Boiled eggs. More milk. After he was expected to clear dishes, wash dishes.

After they had eaten, the five went outside on the deck, with Mark serving more coffee. Mark's mood became even worse when his mother flounced into the kitchen and said Chris wanted him to put a picnic together for the five of them as they were going out on the launch on the lake for an outing, to make sure he put some drinks in the coolbag. It was made even worse as his mother said that while they were gone, which would probably be a few hours, that he would need to mop the floors, clean and tidy the bedrooms, wash the bedding. Mark groaned -- it would take hours to do all those chores. While they were out relaxing. And he was still sore in his ass. His mother said he would have to start straightaway or he would never get it done. And it was getting blisteringly hot. And he realised he had eaten no breakfast himself.

Mark snatched something to eat then grudgingly began all the domestic chores he had been given. It was hard work. And it was hot. And he drank gallons of water. It was mid afternoon before he felt he was completing the work, ironing table cloths and bedding. Just as he felt he was finishing Mark heard voices coming along the path from the lake -- the four men and his mother returning from their boat trip on the lake.

Chris went straight to the kitchen. "Hi Mark. We've had a great time. Think your mother has really enjoyed herself. She certainly helped us have a good time," conveying a lot of meaning with an outrageous wink. "Can you get us some cold drinks, and maybe something to eat? You might want to clean out this picnic bag we've used."

Mark was confused. He had been working all day. Hard. He had been used yesterday. His mother was supposed to be working as well, but she was being treated as an honoured guest. And she had already got her dream home. Part of him said his mother deserved to be treated like this, but felt he didn't deserve to be getting the treatment he was getting. Not just abused, but used as a skivvy. Perhaps they were testing him in some way. Mark said a simple "Yes, Sir," took the picnic bag and started to prepare snacks which he served before returning to the kitchen to empty the picnic bag and begin another phase of washing dishes.

Mark was summoned to clean up after the snacks, to wash those dishes, then watched as the two men -- Brian and John -- took his mother by her hands and pulled her to her feet. "One last time, today, honey." Probably said for his benefit.

Mark was ordered by Chris to "stand by." He watched as Brian stood in front of his mother kissing her gently. He guessed they were all too tired for anything wild. He watched as John stood tight behind her, putting his arms around her and grasping her breasts. As he fondled, squeezed, pinched nipples through her thin sun dress. He watched as John undid his trousers, dropped them to the floor with his underpants and pushed his already stiff cock between the cheeks of Sue's ass, sliding gently up and down. He watched as Brian let her go, and pulled her dress over her head, then reached around and undid her bra and let it fall to the ground. He watched as Brian pulled his mother's panties to the floor. He watched as Brian and John quickly stripped.

He watched as Brian and John led her to a sofa, Brian pulling her on top of him. As his cock slid instantly into Mark's mother. He gasped as John knelt between Brian and Sue's legs. He was pushing his cock into her pussy as well. At first it was tight, but in seconds he was in her. He listened to his mother moaning that mixture of pain and pleasure at two cocks in her pussy at the same time.

Mark watched as the two men began to slide in and out of her, one pushing in as the other pulled out. He watched as his mother began to squirm, as the two men slid faster and faster, fucking his mother in tandem. He both saw and heard the grunting, moaning, screaming of all three as they were overwhelmed in orgasm.

He felt his cock so hard as he had never seen anything as hot as his mother fucked simultaneously by the two men.

He heard the voice, Chris's voice, command him: "You must go and finish your chores in the kitchen before the taxi arrives -- your mother needs to rest a few minutes......................."

It was about 6.00pm when Mark had finished all the chores that seemed to come his way. Mark was summoned yet again to the lounge. Clearly the two men had finished with his mother who was sat in an easy chair in her sun dress glowing with all the sexual activity she had experienced over the past 24 hours. Chris stood, said "Thankyou Mark, you've been really helpful today. Hope you don't mind but I know how much your mother needs it, so have given her your wages for the last 24 hours for her own enjoyment. We'll be in touch soon, but your taxi's outside." With that Mark found himself whirled out of the lodge, into a taxi, the taxi leaving with him and his mother.

As soon as they were on their way Sue gave Mark a peck on the cheek. "Thanks Mark, Chris told me you wanted me to have your money for the work you've done this weekend. That was really kind of you. I'll be able to buy myself some nice clothes with it, and maybe have more fun like I've had this weekend."

There was pause. Mark knew he had been stitched up. He hadn't said anything, but if he complained to his mother now he would be seen as mean spirited, and ruining her joy. And yet he had come out of the weekend with nothing except a sore ass, aching feet, tired arms, weak legs, a stiff cock that no-one would allow him to deal with, no pay, and he had flogged through double the work while his mother did nothing. The taxi journey home was completed in silence -- the two unwilling to say anything in front of the taxi driver, both tires, Mark angry at the way he had been treated on the Sunday. As soon as he got home he slammed the door and went to his room and fell on his bed. In minutes, while still early, he was fast asleep.

Sue smiled. She too was tired, exhausted, but needed to wait for Kelly. Her mind whirled over and over through the events of the weekend. Gangbanged. Twice more in the morning. Four times on the boat. Three more before she left. And her son -- she would have to talk to Mark about that to make it right. She remembered -- he had been so good. How many is too many for a woman..............................? Sue smiled as well -- Mark put through the ringer, treated really badly on the Sunday -- all preparing him for something special................