Knocking Down Destiny's Door Ch. 02

Letting her son, Brennen, have his way with her, knowing full well her friend was sleeping just down the hall had been a terrible mistake for 39 year old Destiny McCullough.

She'd been sleeping with Brennen since they consummated their relationship the previous summer, a decision that had been born partly from their shared serendipitous lust, but also from natural predisposition.

Destiny had been intimate with her father for several years. Abuse would have been too strong of a word even though he was the one early on who'd taken the liberties and pulled the strings. There was no question Destiny sensed what they shared over time was wrong, but truth be known, she gave just as good as she got. The one thing she did promise herself was that if and when she had kids, the cycle would break. Like so many hard promises we make to ourselves however, this one inevitably wasn't kept.

Brennen was the spitting image of his father, and that made for many complicated feelings for Destiny as she watched him grow into an adult. Brennen's dad had been the first man to stoke Destiny's fire all those years ago, the first man to seemingly break the emotional and sexual hold her own father had over her. The fact that he took off soon after finding out she was pregnant pretty much ruined Destiny's view of men for a very long time.

It was impossible for her not to notice how Brennen had developed many of the same seductive attributes as his father, not to mention the same occasional arrogance that came with it. Destiny did all she could to fend off those embarrassing and unfathomable longings she had when she'd see Brennen in the right light, or hear him say something just the same way his dad would. Keeping herself ultra busy between her career and other pursuits, she effectively arrived at the point where she could send him off to college, and relieve that sordid and indescribable pressure building inside her.

Before he could leave for school that summer however, the dye of their shared condition was cast.

When Brennen finally did leave for his Freshman year, for someone as strong minded as Destiny, she was sure she could compartmentalize what happened between her and her son. She'd keep herself physically and mentally distracted, he'd find a girl (or 50) at school, and they could go forward with their lives with the secret of that previous summer buried in their hearts forever.

All that hard work on her part quickly caved the instant Brennen would come home on a break, or for a random weekend. All it took was one touch, or a well timed glance, and the same passionate and rock steady career woman all her friends and colleagues saw, would melt like a crayon in the sun under her son's withering prowess.

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Her senses scrambled from the intense burst of excursion Brennen had put her through, Destiny went utterly numb when she looked up and saw Colleen's partially obstructed face through the cracked door. Dazed and mortified, Destiny tried tapping and squeezing her son on the back, but given the zone he was in, Brennen assumed his mother was just prodding him to fuck her harder.

Which he did in spades.

Having sustained two crushing orgasms in a ten minute span, Destiny simply didn't have the strength to push her son away and it wasn't long before his pace increased once again. The moisture seeping from her gushing womb crackling through the room each time Brennen slammed his groin down on her's, Destiny's eyes flared then closed from embarrassed surrender as Brennen pounded her to the edge of oblivion.

"What must she be thinking?" Destiny asked herself in her self imposed darkness, trying to conjure how she'd react if she stumbled upon one of her friends making love to one of their children.

Opening her eyes again and peering over Brennen's grinding shoulder, Destiny could see Colleen was still standing there, staring on with what could only be described as morbid fascination as Brennen pushed her nightgown all the way up and began nuzzling her titties while continuing to pilage her cunt.

Brennen's right hand firm on her left arm, Destiny could feel his left gripping her waist, effectively pinning her in place for his relentless assault. Like a skier helplessly swept up in an avalanche, Destiny looked at Colleen staring back in horror, thrashing beneath her son as she clutched her hands tight around the back of his neck.

Feeling his tongue swirling hungrily around her taut nipples as his rock solid manhood rooted deep into her guts, Destiny held on for dear life as Brennen pushed her passed her limits.

"GOD...DAMN....BABY..GGGGRRRR...GGGTRRRRRRAAAHHHHH," Destiny finally whimpered in surrender, making no attempts now to conceal her cries as Brennen made her cum for the third time.

This time Brennen shot the thick seed sloshing in his balls in several white, sticky strings against the backwall of his mother's flaming cervix.

The complicated mash of emotions always came to a head for Destiny each time her son ejaculated inside her. Knowing the tide of guilt would inevitably start flowing once the glorious glow of Brennen's eruption gradually subsided, this time Destiny had to navigate the moral minefield knowing Colleen had witnessed the whole thing.

Her mind detached, Destiny's body still shuddered and shook with a visible sense of loss when Brennen pulled back and eased his battleworn manhood from her gaping cunt. Lurching and letting out an audible gasp when she felt the air pressure from outside rush through the vacuum of her vaginal cavern once Brennen had removed his meaty cork, Destiny flailed her head to the side just long enough for Colleen to retreat from view.

Allowing her drunken and exhausted son to collapse down and take his spot beside her like he always did after they'd made love, Destiny stared at the cracked door to her room as if it was the gateway to a parallel universe.

"I"ve got to get up and use the bathroom, Sweetie," Destiny leaned over and kissed Brennen on the cheek as he tried to nestle close. "I'll be right back."

Once up, even for someone in as dynamic shape as Destiny, her legs still felt like overcooked macaroni from the ringer Brennen had just put her through. Staggering to the door and slipping out, Destiny didn't bother switching the hall light back on as she eased past the bathroom.

"What the Hell are you going to say?" she derided herself as she approached the door to the spare bedroom.

The feel of her son's sawing cock still fresh inside her with each tortured step she took, Destiny stood in front of the partially closed door, just as Colleen had done moments earlier in front of her's.

"Can I come in?" she swallowed hard and asked.

Peering in, Destiny saw her friend sitting on the edge of her bed, shaking visibly in the scant light.

The two women, who'd thought they'd shared every monotonous detail about their lives since their friendship kindled several years back, suddenly looked at each other like complete strangers as Destiny slid down and took a seat beside Colleen.

"I don't know what to say," Destiny rubbed her strained hands down the front of her nightgown until she rested them on her quivering knees.

"......I wont tell anyone..I promise," Colleen's barely audible voice pierced the heavy and draining pall.

"...Thanks," Destiny replied, knowing in her heart there was no way Colleen would ever speak of what she'd seen to anyone, but grateful nonetheless.

"When did it start?" Colleen asked a few seconds later, causing Destiny to lean back and utter a sigh that riccocheted through the room.

For the next few minutes, Destiny proceeded to tell Colleen things she'd sworn she'd never tell another living soul.

Sitting there, staring straight forward as she choked back tears, Destiny did her best to give the Reader's Digest version of how she and Brennen had built up to then consumated their unfathomable situation.

"How could you go around.... seeming so normal with all this weighing you down?" Colleen asked incrediously.

"I don't know," Destiny shook her head as she rubbed the tears away with her open palm. "As crazy as it is to admit..after the first few times it started feeling like the most natural thing in the world."

Colleen recoiled backwards, stiffling tears herself as she somehow tried to get her head around what she was hearing.

"In tried to stop him tonight..told him you were sleeping in here..that it would be too dangerous...," Destiny stammered.

"But you couldn't stop him....or yourself," Colleen crypticly finished her friend's thought.

"No..I guess not," Destiny nodded, unable to fight the horrible truth. "How long did you stand there watching..why didn't you turn away until he was finished?"

".......I couldn't...I couldn't turn away," Colleen bowed her head in shameful admission, leaving the two women once again embroiled in silence.

Her son's seed sloshing inside her as she adjusted her position on the bed, Destiny reached over and wrapped her left hand around Colleen's right, desperate for any sort of buoy before her soul was set adrift.

Before she completely apart, Destiny somehow held it together when she felt the warm strength in Colleen's shaky grip. Holding her hand there on Colleen's lap as she practiced some of the breathing techniques she'd learned from her exercise routines over the years, Destiny couldn't help but feel something else rising from her friend's loins.

Given her long and embittered state with the male species, Destiny had made the more than occassional choice of taking what was behind door #2. While she wouldnt have called herself an out and out lesbian, given what her own father, then Brennen's dad put her through, Destiny felt a certain calming kinship when she was in the arms of another woman. In fact, Brennen had been the only man she'd been with in over a decade.

In a moment eerily similiar to the one where she suddenly saw her very own son in a different light two years earlier, the same thing was now happening with Colleen as the two women huddled together in the dark.

At first, Destiny rationalized her action as a way to comfort Colleen, to create a tactile connection between the two as the tempest of Colleen's horrible discovery swirled around them. After a minute or so of softly grazing the tips of her fingernails along the inside of Colleen's right thigh however, something unspeakable but very familiar began welling inside Destiny.

Still too spastic and self absorbed to even realize the shift taking place, it wasn't until Colleen looked down and saw Destiny's pale white hand burrowing into the oversized shorts she'd given Colleen to sleep in that she snapped back to some semblence of reality.

"Wha...," the married woman trembled then froze.

"It turned you on..seeing Brennen and me?" Destiny said as if the words were more a statement of fact than of a question.

"Its OK," she continued to sooth, easing her left hand up to the side of Colleen head and sliding the slightly older woman's light brown hair back behind her ear just before kissing Colleen softly on the cheek.

"Shhh..just sit there," Destiny whispered into Colleen ear as she inched her fingertips further between her friend's thighs.

Gliding her left hand down the side of Colleen's face, Destiny placed it on the center of the stunned and silent woman's chest, feeling Colleen's heart beating rapidly through the teeshirt she'd lent her. Continuing to rub her palm over Colleen's bra-less bosom, Destiny pushed her right hand deeper between her friend's thighs until they struck liquod gold.

Colleen gasped and yelped, the wetness permiated her crotch now soaking Destiny's fingers as her head bounced side to side on her rubbery neck.

"Watching Brennen fuck me turned you on," Destiny once again prodded, flipping her fingers beneath the front panel of Colleen's panties as she proceeded with her lewd interrogation.

Flipping her thumb upwards, Destiny devilishly slid the tip of it across Colleen's raised clitoris.

"UUUHHH....UUUHHHH..OOHHHH...SHHIITTT," Colleen groaned and winced, her thighs closing instinctively around Destiny's hand to pull it in tighter.

The raging thud inside her chest rising each time Destiny swiveled her fingers deeper inside her quim, Colleen looked over to Destiny with nothing short of incoherant awe as her friend and workout partner eagerly dug for her g-spot.

With the same sort of primal determination that Brennen had used two years back to seduce his own mother, Destiny tapped into that same gene buried deep in her psyche and used it to break Colleen's will. Rooting her fingers at an ungodly angle, Destiny listened to the gutteral sounds bleeding from Colleen's throat until she saw the married woman's lips oval an instant before she hit paydirt.

"UUUUHHHHHGAAWWWWWDDDD," Colleen's entire weight humped up and down on Destiny's submerged hand, the bedsprings squeeking from the strain of her lurching frame.

"Did you come close to cumming watching us fuck?" Destiny's husky, sexually charged voice resonated like a ghostly wind inside Colleen's head as her g-spot was raked repeatedly by the younger woman's flarred fingernail.

"Yes," she couldn't help but mutter, the features of her face mashing together as she bucked up and down on Destiny's stabbing digits.

"Do you want to cum now?" Destiny sighed with a sizzling laugh, this time licking her tongue up the right side of Colleen's neck and swirling the tip of it into her ear just before asking.

"UUUUUUHHHHAAAHHHHHHHMMMRRRGGGAAHHHHHHHHH," Colleen defenses quickly melted away, allowing her full release to spill over Destiny's probing hand as if she'd been holding the reservoir of lust inside her for a very long time.

Pushing Colleen backwards until she was flat on the bed, Destiny continued spinning her hand in a glorious, rythemic circles between the whimpering woman's outstretched thighs as she hovered with a depraved sense of purpose above.

In the handful of years she'd known Colleen, Destiny never pegged her as a potential conquest. They'd spent countless hours working on several school committees, worked out together nearly every week at Destiny's house, shopped, gossiped and lunched together a myriad of times, and Destiny never once got the hint Colleen would be open to the touch of another woman.

The quintessential, straight laced churchgoing housewife, it caused Destiny to froth with wonder seeing Colleen now whimper uncontrollably on the bed below, writhing in spastic bliss as Destiny's right hand spun like a rabid weasel inside the front of her panties.

When Destiny looked up and saw her naked son standing in the doorway, even she was at a loss over the look of intent in his dark, drunken stare.

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For what it was worth, Colleen never quite expected to find herself in that sort of position either. A half-hour earlier, she was simply a pissed off wife who'd run to a friend's house for some de-compression time away from her husband before a big holiday. Now she found herself squirming on that friend's guest bed, her knees spread wide in the air as the friend in question swiped her fingers like a million angry talons through the syrupy mush of her womb.

To make matters infinitely more surreal when Colleen opened her eyes to begin to try and survey the fallout, the woman's son was strideing towards the bed. Just as Brennen McCullough's wry, smirking face came into view, so did the jutting beacon of his thick and marbled erection.

If Colleen wasn't already in complete moral freefall, looking over to see the glow of motherly pride and lewd expectation on Destiny's face was the final straw.

A distinctive wave of loss swept through Colleen's gristle when she felt Destiny's hand disengage from her cunt. Spasms still firing from her head down to her toes, Colleen watched Destiny ease her hand from the front of her panties and pull it backwards.

"MMMM," she saw Destiny groan approvingly as she tucked those drenched and glistening digits into her mouth.

"Oh..God..," Colleen shuddered, overcome by temporary paralysis as Destiny slid her fingers from her mouth and guided them up to her 20 year old son standing beside her.

"Have a taste," she told Brennen.

Seeing the gleam of approval on Brennen's face as he allowed the taste to settle on his palate, Colleen dug her fingers into the crumpled sheets flanking her when she watched Destiny slide her right hand from Brennen's mouth and lower it towards the bulging shank of his cock. The married woman's eyes flarred anxiously in their sockets when Destiny slowly began jacking off her son, using Colleen's spent arousal as a lubricant.

"Colleen seems to have stumbled upon our little family sceret," Destiny's voice drifted through the room like a mystic wind.

"I told you we should have been more careful," she added with dry sarcasm, jacking her son off with her right hand while simultaniously using her left to play with Colleen's titties through her bunched-up teeshirt. "Apparently the discovery had a slightly different effect on her than I thought."

Laying there in a pool of eye-watering confusion, Colleen glared back and forth between mother and son, feeling like a alien abductee, waiting to see which one of them would strike next.

She wouldn't have to wait long for her answer.

"Knowing you the whole time growing up, Mrs. Follett..I would have never imagined," Brennen scolded in a definate 'tis-tis' tone, causing Colleen to burn with embarrassment as he towered above her.

"Those your shorts, Mom?" Brennen asked so casually, Colleen was left thinking none of this could be real.

"No way anyone would be able to dream up anything this sordid," a voice in Colleen's head reminded as Brennen put his hands on the inside of her knees and pushed them far enough apart to create an alleyway.

Before she could stop herself, Colleen had raised her hips off the sheets in submissive acceptence and allowed the young man to begin sliding her shorts and underwear down.

A chain reaction flaming through Colleen's synapses as the testosterone fueled scent radiating from Brennen's pores filled the room, the notes of his mother's arousal (combined with her own) overwhelmed Colleen as the chisled 20 year old closed in. Feeling the air surrounding her suddenly envelope her steaming crotch once he'd jerked her clothing down to her feet, Colleen vainly chided herself for not exactly keeping that area all that well kept since the weather had turned colder.

"Not exactly like you came over expecting anyone to see you naked," she groused, sensing the tangled patch of her dark brown pubes wouldn't exactly be a deterrent to Brennen's advances.

Cringing when she mentally pictured what her body must look like beside Destiny's goddess-like figure, once again it didn't seem to bother Brennen in the least as he scopped up Colleen's full and somewhat saggy breasts and began hungrily sucking and squeezing them. They were admittedly several cup sizes larger than Brennen's mom's, and he wasted no time devouring them as he jabbed his left hand into Colleen's shiny and swollen cunt.

Flailing her hands blindly out to each side, the left found refuge craddling the back of Brennen's neck while Colleen's right settled on the inside of Destiny bare left thigh. Colleen could feel the warmth and approval of Destiny's gaze without even looking up.

Scooting upwards once he'd sufficiently lathered her bosom, Brennen planted his knees to each side of Colleen's head until his clublike girth was bouncing against the side of the older woman's face.

"Open wide," he sneered down before shoving the cumsmeared beast between Colleen's parted lips.

Even in the scant light, Brennen could still see the whites of Colleen's eyes flare when the full magnitude of his manhood settled on her tongue. Hearing several muffled chokes and snorts bellow up from the woman he was straddling, Brennen shifted with Colleen until she'd somehow accomodated two-thirds of his dick.