Now I stared at him. At his hand pumping up and down his cock. His thick, long cock. My jaw dropped at how hung Ian was. He dwarfed his father. My cheeks burned. I shouldn’t be watching him, but…
I was in awe at his girth. His length.
This wicked, taboo heat burst to life in my cunt. I should look away. I shouldn’t be watching this at all. It was wrong. I needed to give my son his privacy. I needed to walk away. His face twisted in pleasure.
He groaned.
White cum spurted from the end of his cock. I fought my own gasp at seeing his youthful seed firing up into the air and splattering on his chest. It soaked him. Coated him. He trembled on the bed, his toes curling. He tossed his head from side to side, growling through his clenched teeth.
My pussy exploded with lust.
I fled down the hallway to my bedroom. I almost tripped on my husband’s golf clubs that he’d left out. Again! I threw myself on my bed, shoved a hand into my jeans, and cupped my pussy. I rubbed myself with feverish heat, the image of my son’s huge, young cock erupting blazing through my mind.
I exploded in seconds.
The rapture rushed through my body. I whimpered and groaned, spasming through the forbidden fantasy of my son’s cock. My pussy ached for him to be in me. To cross that forbidden line no mother should.
“Ian!” I whimpered as I hit the peak of my pleasure.
The guilt hit me the moment I finished cumming. I couldn’t ever do that again. It was wrong. I was his mother. Why had that perverted thought filled my mind at all? I felt so dirty that I immediately took a shower and struggled so hard not to think about him sliding open the curtain and joining me.
That night, when my husband badgered me into sex, I thought of our son’s big cock filling me instead of Arthur’s. I came hard, much to my husband’s shock and my own. Ian’s dick blazed in my mind.
How could I turn into such a wicked mother so fast?
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June 3rd, 2022 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston II
It was time to marry Pam (officially) and Melody (unofficially). We were at the perfect point in our lives. Stefani and Zoey had just given birth to my children, along with Stefani’s mother. She’d gone from an uptight Christian to a lesbian whore to a sex slave who’s wimpy husband needed me to teach him how to handle her.
The Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor had opened up a lot of fun for my harem. Zoey and Stefani loved working there.
“How can I help you?” the polite woman, a blonde in her forties, asked. She kept herself in good shape, wearing a dark business suit skirt and matching blazer, her pink blouse peeking through the V-neck collar. She moved behind the counter of jewelry.
“Wedding ring,” I said, Lee clinging to my arm. I pressed the button on my phone’s screen. She gasped and quivered, the vibrator now churning away in her pussy. I slipped my phone into my pocket.
“Oh, is this the lucky girl?” asked the woman. “Lots of couples shop together for them these days.”
“Naw, this is just Lee. She’s my sex slave,” I said.
I loved the way the saleswoman fought her surprise and kept a smooth and professional manner.
“He’s marrying my sister,” Lee added, a big grin on her face. “Plus Pam.”
“Not legally,” I added. “Just a spiritual wedding, you understand.”
“Of course,” she said and I saw something shift in her expression. Greed. She had the chance to sell two engagement rings today. “Here is our ***********ion. We have a wide variety of cuts, bands, and even gemstones.”
“Let’s find the perfect one,” I said, guiding Lee towards the counter. I pushed her before me and pressed into her from behind, rubbing my cock into her ass.
Lee leaned over the counter with her elbows, gawking and pushing her tight tush back into my cock. Her hips wiggled from side to side, rubbing against me. Pleasure tingled through my body. My hands grabbed her skirt and slowly dragged it up them.
“Please don’t lean on the counter,” the woman said as she pulled out keys and unlocked the sliding door.
Lee jerked her elbows off. Her right hand darted behind her as I kept lifting her skirt. The naughty minx rubbed at my cock through my jeans. She grabbed it and squeezed me. I fought a groan as she stroked up and down my girth.
Meanwhile, the saleswoman, Nadine, reached into the display and pulled out a tray covered in black felt with all the rings spread out on it. She then set aside another tray, smaller. “Take your time.”
“Thanks,” I said as my zipper slowly rasped down.
I had Lee’s pantie’s hiked as I looked over her shoulder at the rings. They were all so gorgeous. Gold, white gold, rose gold, and platinum bands. Diamonds of various cuts and sizes. Some had smaller stones embedded in the band, so tiny they were almost grains of sands. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, pearls, yellow gems I didn’t recognize, and even pale-purple amethysts.
As I studied them, Lee pulled my cock out. My shaft pressed into her butt-cheeks. Her left hand would pick up rings, holding them up for my inspection. I shuddered as her right carefully slid my cock down her butt-crack.
My sex slave sister was such a naughty delight.
I fought the urge to groan at the feel of her unlubed sphincter. A masochist, Lee savored sex mixed with pain. Fucking her asshole without even spit would give her that mix of pleasure and burning ache she craved.
I had the pleasure of sodomizing my little sister beneath the saleswoman’s nose.
“How about this one, Master?” she asked, holding up a diamond flanked by two yellow gems.
I pushed on her asshole. Her little rosebud spread and spread. I took my time, not rushing it. I savored the way her anal ring surrendered to my cock. She engulfed me in her velvety embrace. Her hand trembled for a moment as I penetrated into her bowels.
“Those are yellow sapphires from Bangladesh,” the woman said. “And notice the cut on the diamond. A superb choice.”
“Put it to the side,” I groaned at the pleasure of my sister’s asshole engulfing my cock.
An incestuous thrill surged through me. I went deeper and deeper into her asshole while the saleswoman talked about gems and cuts and metal content of the bands. The heat rippled through me. I sank deeper into my half-sister’s asshole. The vibrator buzzing in her cunt massaged my cock, adding a spicier thrill to this moment.
I bottomed out in my sister’s asshole. I had every inch of my cock in her. I savored that tight embrace. Her velvety heat squeezed around me. She wiggled her hips with her excitement, stirring her sheath around me while the vibrator churned up her cunt and massaged the tip of my dick.
“Now this tray has some beauties on it,” the saleswoman purred, lifting up the next felt tray. “I love this platinum band with the rose diamond.” She held it up while I enjoyed my sister’s asshole.
“Mmm, imagine sliding that onto my sister’s finger,” moaned Lee, her bowels squeezing around my cock. “Oh, Master, it would fit just perfectly.”
“Uh-huh,” I groaned and set it aside.
My hand slipped into my pocket. I pulled out my phone. I swiped the screen on and turned up the vibration. Lee’s asshole squeezed down hard on my cock while she gasped, “Ooh, ooh, I like this one!”