“I’ll make sure tonight,” Elisabet said, a large grin sliding across her face. “My son will enjoy her. She’s quite the looker.”
“Yes, she is,” said Stefani. “The Campo sisters just adore her and her daughter.”
“Lucky break for us,” Melody said. She closed her eyes. “Will we get the visitations? I want to see my daughter.”
I wanted to see all my children. The house would be so empty without them. This was the worst part of the plan. They were all so young, even the oldest. Would they understand why we disrupted their lives? Forgive us for this?
* * *
Delilah Midgley
“Why are we shackling those who only want to share their passion with those they are closest to?”
I glanced at the photo of my son, Ian. His smiling, youthful face hung on the wall. Handsome. Too handsome. The lust for him, the ones that terrified me, surged to the forefront. I closed my eyes, wanting to just suck on his cock once again. I loved doing it to him when he was passed out drunk. When he didn’t know what a terrible mother I was.
But…
Clint’s words echoed in my mind. His life was being destroyed. He would be going to jail for loving his mother. His sisters. I couldn’t do that to my son. I couldn’t take us down that road, but I wanted to. I missed him. I hated myself for driving him out of my life.
I wanted to call him. To beg him to come home. To confess to him that I loved him. That I wanted to make love to him. I wanted to lie beneath him, to feel him back in me. I closed my eyes on my couch, rubbing my thighs together. It would be incredible to be with him.
And so wrong. Clint was a fool. Look what incest got him. His life destroyed. Those of his family, too. I couldn’t do that to my son. I clicked off the TV and stared at the wall. I hadn’t seen him in two years. Not since he woke up just as I was about to blow him.
He’d almost caught me. He must hate me now for how I treated him. That was only right. He deserved to hate me. He should keep that fixed firmly in his mind. He should never be allowed near me. I couldn’t be trusted around my son.
I was such a terrible mother.
* * *
Cruzita Martínez
“Mmm, look at this cock,” cooed Elisabet Reenburg.
She stood over my bed staring down at me as I lay naked on it. Her son, Sean, stood beside her. A tall man in his mid-twenties, with light-brown hair and a fit form. Muscular. He worked out. He had a gorgeous body. My pussy clenched. I hadn’t been with a man since before I divorced my husband. Since before I found out he’d been fucking the slut next door.
“I made this cock,” Elisabet continued. “And it gives me such pleasure. My son knows how to use it. You want this in you, don’t you, slut.”
“Yes,” I moaned. I had utterly surrendered to being Elisabet’s bitch. The Ellistons owned me. Why not enjoy it. Maybe, just maybe, Clint had a plan that would make this all work out. I didn’t see it. His press conference upon making bail torpedoed any chance he had of getting out of this without prison. “I want your son’s cock in me.”
“Of course you do,” Maria Reenburg said. The daughter was a year younger than the son, a blonde and nubile beauty with her mother’s blonde hair spilling around her sensual features. She looked like her mother, the pair almost sisters. She slid her hand up to my breast and squeezed it. “I’m going to sit on your face while my brother fucks you hard. Mmm, he’s good at it. Took my cherry.”
“He seduced me from my husband,” added Elisabet. “Now William just sits in the corner while a real man fucks me.”
“Mother of God, that’s fucked up,” I said as the daughter’s pale finger played with my brown nipple.
“Mmm, isn’t it?” asked Maria before she darted her head down and sucked on my hard nipple. The White girl sucked with hunger on my nub. I groaned, my pussy clenching as she suckled.
“¡Mierda!” I gasped, slipping into my native Spanish as the pleasure shot down to my pussy. So far, our private strategy meeting was off to a delicious start.
“Yes, yes, beg for my son to fuck you,” Elisabet moaned. She and her son moved onto the bed together. He was aimed right between my thighs. They spread apart further for him.
“I want your son to fuck me so hard!” I moaned. “Please, please, share his cock with me.” This was so much easier than stressing. Than worrying. I just had to let them dominate me. Control me. Give me pleasure.
Then I would have my daughter. I would lick out cum from her pussy, cleaning up what her boyfriend dumped in her. Maybe he would be her husband. She would have a grandson for me to teach. For us both to teach when he grew old enough. Or a daughter who needed to learn how to please a woman.
I would be such a wicked grandmother.
“Please, please, lend me your son and his big dick,” I moaned, staring at the White boy’s cock. “Don’t make me suffer.”
Maria sucked hard on my nipple while Elisabet cooed, “Well, he’s the man of the family. He fucks who he wants. That’s how he took me.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Take me. Fuck me! Please, Sean. I need a man. My ex wasn’t one. So fuck your dick into me. Pound me hard!”
Sean smiled and moved to the bed. He slipped onto it, his cock bobbing and swaying before him. He licked his lips, hunger burning in his eyes as he stared at my body. He moved closer, his mother stroking his cock the entire time.