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Authors name: Dr. XXX (thermopalae@yahoo.com)
Story title : Sopranos: All the Family Business - 4
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The Sopranos: All the Family Business (Fm, mother/son,
inc, drugs, TV-parody)
by Dr. XXX (thermopalae@yahoo.com)
***
Parody of the HBO mob drama. In this, the final chapter,
Anthony Jr. gets caught spying on his mother in the
bathroom... and he has to learn a lesson.
***
Carmela was pissed. This was the third time this week
that Tony had called to say that he would miss dinner.
She was sure that he was banging some new whore from the
Bing. Carmela had always looked the other way with Tony's
infidelities, but damn it, He better not forget about his
wife. They had not had sex in over two months. Carmela
was as horny as hell.
The kids took forever to come down for dinner that night.
Carmela had had to yell up the stairs several times
before they both emerged from Meadow's bedroom. The
looked flushed and disheveled. Carmela assumed that they
had been fighting again. They really needed to learn to
get along better. She set the pasta and veal steaks in
front of them and they ate without conversation.
"So, how's that paper coming along?" Carmela finally
asked Anthony.
Anthony shrugged, "Fine."
"Yeah, well it better be fine, cuz I'm gonna check it
tonight."
She took a sip from her wine glass. Anthony rolled his
eyes.
When the kids has finished their dinner and gone up to
their respective rooms. Carmela cleared the table and
then went up to her own bedroom. She went into the
adjoining bathroom and turned on the water for the
bathtub. She took off her clothes and sat naked on the
toilet to piss. For some reason she seemed to feel
herself getting into a much better mood. Her anger at
Tony and the kids was dissipating.
When she finished pissing, she stood and looked at
herself in the mirrored wall over the tub. Not bad. She
was still reasonably thin. Her breasts did not sag. Her
nipples were perky and pink Flat tummy, firm butt, long,
slender legs. She felt good about herself.
She ran a hand across her stomach and then slid it down
to the tangled patch of dirty-blonde curls beneath her
navel. She touched the furry crease of her vagina with
her fingers. She watched herself in the mirror as she
stroked her moistening vulva.
She was feeling really good now, but getting really
horny.
*
Anthony had crumbled a hit of Ecstasy into his mom's wine
glass when she wasn't looking. He had been hoping that it
would make her forget about his history paper or at least
put her in a better mood. When he heard the bathtub
running from her room, he sneaked down the hall to see
what she was doing.
He slipped quietly into his parent's bedroom and then
peeked around a dresser into the bathroom. His mom was
standing bare-assed facing the bathtub with her back to
the door. She was playing with herself.
Anthony could see her reflection in the mirrored wall in
front of her. She was rubbing her furry pussy. He could
see it. He could see her fingers rubbing her slit. She
put a foot up on the edge of the tub and he could see it
even better; the angry red gash between her legs was open
and wet. She was sticking a finger inside it and rubbing
her clit with her thumb.
He was unbelievably turned on, even more than he had been
with Meadow. He had never once in his life ever thought
of his mother like that. Now he would never be able to
stop. His cock was so hard it was painful. He rubbed it
through his jeans.
He happened to glance up at her face in the mirror and
froze. She was looking right back at him. Their eyes met
for an excruciating moment in the mirror. Anthony back
away, then turned and fled back to his room.
*
Carmela had been startled when she had first looked in
the mirror and spotted her son lurking in the bedroom,
peeping on her from behind a dresser. After he
skedaddled, she just smiled to herself. He wasn't the
first teenage boy to try to see his mother naked.
Hopefully he had gotten enough of an eyeful to satisfy
himself.
She climbed into the hot tub and relaxed. It felt great.
She was really flying now and she realized that she was
probably high on something. One of the kids, probably
Meadow, must have put something in her food. There would
be hell to pay later, but for the moment she would just
ride it out. Whatever she was on, it felt terrific.
She opened her legs and masturbated. She closed her eyes
and the image of her son came, unbidden, to her mind. He
had been rubbing his crotch and she had seen an enormous
bulge in his pants. She realized that it turned her on to
know that she had given him a hard-on.
She found herself wondering what his cock would look like
now. She hadn't seen it since he was a toddler. From that
tent in his pants it sure looked like he was his father's
son. Did he think about her when he jacked-off? She was
shocked by how much the idea excited her. Maybe if she
caught him peeping again, she would not let on that she
knew. Maybe she would just let him watch as she got
herself off.
She was masturbating furiously now, scrubbing briskly at
her cunt with her fingers. She came hard, arching her
back and raising her ass out of the water.
She settled back down into the tub when she was done,
panting, still horny. It was time to go check on that
history paper.
*
Anthony stared blankly at his computer screen. His mind
raced. She had seen him. She knew. Had she seen his
erection? Probably. What would she do?
He was also still excited beyond belief. The image of his
mom's wet pussy was burned into his brain; her curly
blonde bush, the open pink lips of her cunt, the fingers
inside it, her naked ass, her tits. He wanted to beat
off, but he wasn't sure if she would come and confront
him. It sure wouldn't help if she caught him spanking his
monkey.
He heard footsteps coming down the hall and then his mom
was at the door. She was wearing a fuzzy white bathrobe.
Her hair was wet from her bath.
"Well, let's see that paper," she said sharply.
Anthony looked down at the floor.
"I didn't finish it," he mumbled.
"Why, were you too busy dosing my wine and spying on me
in the bathroom?"
Anthony said nothing.
"Did you get a nice look?" said Carmela.
Anthony remained silent.
"Did you enjoy it? It sure looks like you enjoyed it,"
said Carmela, pointing at his tented pants.
Anthony flushed red, embarrassed.
"Stand up," said Carmela.
Anthony got up from his computer and stood, avoiding his
mother's gaze.
"Now, take off your pants," ordered Carmela.
Anthony looked up at her in puzzled amazement.
"You heard me," said Carmela, "take 'em off. You saw me
with no clothes on, now it's my turn to stare at you. You
can see how it feels.
Anthony slowly undressed, not really sure if she was
serious. He was sure that at any moment she would tell
him to stop. Let him know she was only kidding, trying to
teach him a lesson. When he was down to his underwear, he
hesitated, looking up at her. His erection poked out
obscenely through his briefs.
"Keep going," said Carmela, unsmiling, her arms folded.
Anthony pushed down his underwear and his boner sprang
free. He kicked aside his briefs and stood naked in front
of his mom. He tried to cover his genitals with his
hands.
"Now play with it," ordered Carmela.
"What?"
"You heard me, play with it. You saw me doing it, now
it's your turn. Spank it for me."
Anthony listlessly began to stroke his swollen member
with one hand.
"Come on, you can do better than that," said Carmela,
"you didn't have a problem when you were peeping at me."
Anthony tried to stroke a little faster, wishing that she
would tell him to stop.
"That's pathetic," said Carmela, "do you need to see your
mother's pussy to get yourself off?"
"I don't NEED to, but it sure would be nice," snapped
Anthony, surprising her."
"Anthony Soprano Junior, is that how you talk to your
mother?"
"I only got to see you for a second," said Anthony. "If
you're going to humiliate me like this, at least let me
get a better look."
Carmela burst out laughing.
"You got some balls," she said, "ok, fine, is this what
you want?
She opened her bathrobe. She was nude underneath it. She
shucked the robe and stood naked with her hands on her
hips.
"Much better," said Anthony, leering openly at her body.
He squeezed his throbbing cock.
"Could you.um.play with it.like before?" he asked.
"You're a sick little puppy, you know that?' said
Carmela, "I'm your MOTHER for God's sake."
She walked over to push aside his computer keyboard, and
then parked her bare behind on his desk. She leaned back
on the desk and spread her legs wide. She fingered the
moist pink crease of her vagina.
"Is this what you like?" she said, "you're a little
pervert, you know that? Ok, now let's go. Let's see you
whack it. I want to see sperm on the floor."
"I've got a better idea," said Anthony, moving to stand
in between his mother's open legs.
"What the hell are you doing?" asked Carmela as he pushed
the head of his penis against her furry split mound.
"What does it look like?" said Anthony.
He poked and prodded at her slit with his cock. Carmela
sighed and grabbed his organ. She positioned his swollen
knob between her labia and guided him inside her. He
sank in easily, filling her cunt with big, eager dick. He
fucked her slowly, with an easy, patient rhythm.
"Do you have any idea how sick this is?" asked Carmella.
She stroked his heavy balls as he pistoned in and out of
her warm, creamy cooze. He bent down to suck at her long,
thick nipples. He scooped his hands up under her bottom.
He squeezed the cheeks of her ass and drove his cock
deeper inside her. Carmela opened her legs as wide as she
could and humped her naked butt as he fucked her.
She came, shuddering and moaning, clenching his cock with
her cunt. Anthony waited patiently for his mother to
finish her orgasm, then he removed his glistening dick
from her snatch. He knelt between her thighs and looked
up at her.
"Don't tell me you actually want to go down on your own
mother, for Christ's Sake," said Carmela, "well, if you
must."
Anthony buried his face in his moms's hairy crotch. He
ate her pussy. He ate all of it. He sucked her swollen
vulva. He sucked the hood of her clit, and the slippery
nub itself. He licked at the hollows of her thighs. He
tongue fucked her musky wet hole. Carmella groaned and
grabbed her son's burrowing head with her hands. She
moved her ass in circles and mashed her muff against his
face. He licked the crack of her ass. He spread her
buttocks with his hands and licked her puckered
sphincter. Carmela had never been licked there before and
it felt shockingly thrilling and dirty. She hugged her
knees against her tits. He pushed his tongue inside her
asshole and she had another orgasm.
Anthony stood opened a desk drawer. He removed a small
bottle of Astro-Glide.
"I usually use this to beat off with," he said to his mom
as he squirted the strawberry lubricant into her anus.
He lubed up his long, rigid dick and then moved up close
to his mom so he could position it between her butt
cheeks.
"Oh my God," said Carmela.
She reached down for his tool worked his cock head into
her anus.
"You're gonna fuck your own mother up the ass. The baby
Jesus is crying."
She hooked her knees over his shoulders and he eased the
length of his cock into her rectum. He slowly fucked his
mother up the ass. She played with her pussy as he
buggered her.
"Put it in my mouth when you're ready to come," she said
breathlessly, "I want you to come in my mouth. I want to
swallow it."
"You come first," said Anthony, "come for me one more
time."
"Fuck me faster," said Carmela, "pound my asshole good."
Anthony did as he was told. He slam fucked his mother's
backdoor. His balls smacked loudly against her naked ass.
Carmela frantically frigged her sloppy pussy and she came
hard. She came again. And again. An intense cluster of
orgasms which permeated her body. She had to stifle a
scream.
When his mom quit twitching and bucking, Anthony pulled
his cock from her bung hole and she sat up on the desk.
She bent her head to take her son's engorged organ in her
mouth. She sucked him deep, tasting the strawberry lube
mixed with the sour tastes of her own cunt and asshole.
He fucked her mouth rudely and forcefully, and then he
was ejaculating hot, thick gouts of semen at the back of
her throat. It seemed like he came forever. Carmela
carefully swallowed it all, milking his dick with her
hand, lapping the excess off of his cock shaft and balls.
"Well, I hope you learned a lesson," said Carmella wiping
her mouth.
She got off the desk and and picked up her robe.
"If I ever catch you spying on me again, you're going to
get it twice as bad."
She paused at the door, still naked, holding her robe in
one hand.
"I have a question," she said to Anthony, "what did you
put in my wine?"
"Ecstasy," said Anthony.
"That's some really good shit," said Carmela, "have you
got anymore?"
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form.
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