Another Mom, Another New Roommate – Part 2 of 2
By Klrxo
Theresa slipped into her husband Mark's room to say goodnight before retiring to the master bedroom. She wore a flimsy black lace babydoll nightie that barely covered her voluptuous assets. The sheer cups strained obscenely over her massive, heavy breasts, the dark circles of her crinkled areolas clearly visible through the gauzy fabric.
Her engorged nipples poked out like thimbles, begging to be suckled. The hem of the nightie skimmed the tops of her plump thighs, giving a tantalizing peek of her bare, juicy pussy lips peeking out from between them.
Mark swallowed hard as he drank in the erotic vision of his scantily clad wife, knowing she was dressed this way to seduce their son. "Theresa..." he croaked. "You look..."
"I know," she said softly, perching on the edge of his bed. "It's a bit more revealing than my usual sleepwear. But I wanted to look extra special for my first time with Michael."
Mark felt a sharp ache in his chest at the reminder. He cleared his throat, unable to meet her eyes. "Are you um… nervous?" he asked hoarsely. "About being intimate with him?"
Theresa bit her lip, considering the question. "A little," she admitted. "It's a big step, crossing that line. The point of no return."
She placed a hand on Mark's arm, her voice gentle. "But more than anything, I'm excited. As you know, I've been aching for sex here lately, so as you can imagine, my body is VERY anxious for tonight."
Mark closed his eyes against the sting of tears. "I see," he managed thickly.
"I'm not trying to hurt you, honey," Theresa soothed. "I just need you to be prepared for what you might hear. Because I won't be able to keep quiet, not with how desperately I need it."
Mark looked at Theresa desperately, a last ditch idea forming. "What if... what if we got a strap-on for me?" he suggested, voice tinged with hope. "One of those big realistic ones. You could ride me and get the sensation of being filled, without having to actually sleep with Michael." His eyes searched hers pleadingly.
Theresa sighed and shook her head, giving Mark a pitying look. "Oh honey, that's a sweet thought, but it's just not the same. A piece of rubber could never compare to the real thing - hot, hard, throbbing flesh."
She traced her fingertips along his arm soothingly. "I know this is difficult for you to accept, but we've already been over this. You agreed that Michael taking over your husbandly duties was the best solution for managing my needs. You can't go back on that now just because the reality is setting in."
Mark swallowed thickly, flushing with embarrassment and despair. Deep down, he knew she was right. A artificial toy was a poor substitute for their virile young son's actual cock. His own penis certainly hadn't been satisfying her even before his accident. What hope would a mere imitation have?
"I need to feel living, pulsing male meat inside me," Theresa continued softly but firmly. "I need to be stretched and filled to have my innermost depths plundered by probing hardness. I need youthful power and vigor. Only a real man can do that for me."
She cupped Mark's face tenderly, her eyes filled with regretful sympathy. "I'm sorry, my love. But a strap-on simply won't cut it. Not when I have a prime young stud ready and eager to service me properly. This is how it has to be now."
Mark closed his eyes in defeat, knowing there was no use arguing further. His wife's mind was made up. In just a short while, his son would be
mounting her and mating with her in the natural way, and there was nothing Mark could do to stop it.
"I understand," he said hollowly, the words tasting like ashes in his mouth. "I won't try to interfere or change your mind again. I know Michael will...take good care of you tonight. Give you everything you need."
Theresa smiled sadly and bent to place a chaste kiss on his forehead, giving her hubby a breathtaking view of the dangling abyss of her tit-cleavage. "Thank you for being so understanding, honey. I know this isn't easy." She straightened up and smoothed her scanty negligee. "I should go now. Michael is waiting for me."
With that, she turned and sauntered out of the room, her ripe curves swaying provocatively beneath the sheer lace. Mark watched her go with a heavy heart, knowing she was headed down the hall to spread her legs for their son, to let him defile like a wild beast.
Michael lay in the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, his heart pounding with anticipation. He had stripped down to just his boxers, the thin fabric doing little to conceal the raging meat of his erection. The shiny-skinned tip of his cock peeked out from the waistband, leaking pre-cum steadily.
The door creaked open and Theresa stepped inside, an impish smile playing about her luscious lips. Michael's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he took in the sight of his mother in the sinfully skimpy black lace teddy. It displayed more than it concealed, her succulent curves spilling out obscenely.
"There's my handsome new man," Theresa purred, her voice dripping with seductive promise. She closed the door firmly and turned the lock with a decisive click. "All ready for me I see..."
Michael groaned as his cock jumped at her words, pulsing urgently. "Fuck, Mom... you look incredible," he rasped, his gaze riveted to her barely covered nipples visibly poking through the transparent lace cups.
Theresa preened under his heated gaze, cupping her heavy melons and hefting them. "You like Mommy's special outfit, baby? I wore it just for you."
"I fucking love it," Michael growled. He threw back the covers and patted the empty space beside him. "Now get that sweet MILF body over here. I need to put my hands all over you."
"Mmm, with pleasure," Theresa giggled. She sauntered over to the bed, her wide childbearing hips swaying hypnotically. In one smooth motion, she crawled onto the mattress and straddled Michael's lap, the heat of her drenched pussy scorching him through the thin barrier of his boxers.
"Oh!" Theresa gasped as she settled her soaked slit against the rigid column of his erection. She instinctively rocked her hips, grinding on his powerful crotch-muscle. "Oh baby, you're so hard already..."
"How could I not be, with you looking like that?" Michael panted, gripping her plush ass and encouraging her movements. "Fuck, the way you were kissing and rubbing on me earlier, I'm surprised I didn't bust a nut in my pants."
"Ungh, I wanted to rip your clothes off and ride you right there in the hallway," Theresa admitted breathlessly, undulating her crotch along his straining shaft, feeling it pulse and flex with virile power. "Pin you to the wall and impale myself on this big fucking cock in front of your father."
Michael groaned harshly at the taboo image, his hips bucking up to hump against her dripping snatch. The head of his dick poked out from his boxers, smearing her arousal all over the spongy tip.
The teen sat up and crashed his mouth against his mom's in a searing kiss, their lips and tongues tangling feverishly. She kissed him back just as passionately, moaning into his mouth as they made out like horny teenagers.
As the kiss grew more heated, she fell against him and they rolled across the mattress, hands roaming and groping everywhere.
Theresa's massive, pillowy boobs pressed and smashed against Michael's muscular chest and neck as she lay on top of him, the plush globes spilling out of her skimpy lingerie. Her rock hard nipples poked into his skin like pencil erasers, searing his flesh.
As they tumbled over the bed, articles of clothing went flying. Michael yanked the straps of Theresa's babydoll down her arms, freeing her humongous jugs from their lacy confines. They bounced out heavily and he immediately latched onto a fat, rubbery nipple, suckling greedily. Theresa shrieked and fisted her hands in his hair, shoving more titflesh into his eager mouth.
Her own hands desperately shoved at his boxers, fingernails scraping his skin in her haste to bare him completely. Michael lifted his hips and kicked the underwear off, his enormous erection slapping up against his stomach, visibly throbbing.
"Oh my God," Theresa whimpered at the sight of his pulsing fuck-organ, eyes glazing over with lust. She wrapped her hand around the thick shaft, barely able to close her fingers around the veiny girth. It jerked in her grip, the purplish head shiny with pre-cum.
The mother leaned down and swirled her long tongue around the shroom tip, lapping up his musky essence and savouring the flavor. Then she stretched her jaw wide and engulfed him in the wet heat of her mouth, letting his cock slide inch by inch down her clutching throat.
"Fuck!" Michael grunted, throwing his head back as his mother deep-throated him to the root, her nose nestled in his thin, wiry pubic hair. Her neck bulged obscenely around his thickness as she drooled around his shaft and gulped.
She bobbed her head, slurping noisily as she fellated him. The room filled with wet sucking sounds as she worshipped his teenage cock with her greedy mouth. Her plush lips stretched obscenely around his girth, drool leaking out the corners and dribbling down her chin.
Theresa popped off Michael's spit-slick erection with a gasp, strands of saliva connecting from her lips to his cockhead. She grinned up at him wickedly before diving back down and sucking him into her oral fuckhole with renewed enthusiasm.
The teen groaned and fisted her hair, pulling her more firmly onto his cock. He face-fucked her roughly, sawing in and out of her tightly sealed lips.
Theresa had planned this maiden voyage out carefully. She knew her teenage son would be pent up and primed to explode at the slightest stimulation. His young balls were no doubt churning with a massive overdue load after the earlier teasing and anticipation.
The experienced mother intended to skillfully suck out that first hair-trigger ejaculation, defusing the volatile pre-cum-bomb between his legs and taking the desperate edge off. Once that initial pent-up sperm backlog was cleared from his pipes, she could take full advantage of his lightning fast teenage refractory period.
After milking out that quick first orgasm with her talented mouth, Michael's cock would only soften for the briefest of moments before surging back to steely full-mast, ready for a much longer, harder pounding session.
With his most urgent need sated, he'd have the staying power to drill her clenching cunt relentlessly through multiple screaming orgasms of her own before unloading a second, even bigger batch of cum.
Theresa moaned around Michael's throbbing cock-shaft as it punched the back of her throat, the taboo thrill of sucking off her own son making her pussy weep all over the sheets.
She slurped and drooled all over his fat cockhead, tongue swirling and flickering around the bulbous tip and textured rim. Her lips formed a tight seal just under the flared ridge as she applied intense suction, rhythmically massaging his length with her well-trained throat muscles.
She felt his balls draw up tight and knew he was already on the brink. Winking up at him wickedly, Theresa took him to the hilt, burying her nose in his pubes and swallowing around his crown. Her neck bulged obscenely as she deep-throated him to the root.
"Oh fuck, Mom! Unnngh gonna cum..." Michael grunted urgently, fingers tightening in her hair.
Theresa doubled her efforts, bobbing her head furiously and hollowing her cheeks as she sucked him off like a Hoover.
With a hoarse groan, Michael's hips bucked and he exploded down his mother's eagerly gulping throat. Searing jets of boy-semen splashed against her tonsils as she greedily swallowed every drop, milking him dry with her powerful esophageal muscles. Viscous gobs of spunk leaked from the corners of her lips to dribble down her chin as she guzzled his huge load.
Michael collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving as his softening cock slipped from between his mother's spunk-shiny lips with an obscene pop.
Theresa licked her lips and hummed in satisfaction at the familiar musky taste of teenage cum coating her palate. "Mmmm, that's my good boy," she purred sultrily. "Feeding Mommy that first batch of baby batter."
The busty beauty crawled up Michael's body, straddling his face with her thick thighs. "Time for you to return the favor, baby," she purred wickedly. "Nothing gets a young stud's cock raging hard again like feasting on hot, juicy mom-cunt."
She reached down and spread her puffy pussy lips open, revealing the dripping pink folds of her sex. The swollen bud of her clit peeked out from beneath its hood, throbbing visibly. Her musky arousal wafted over Michael's face, filling his nostrils with the tangy scent of fertile mother-pussy.
Theresa lowered her sopping slit onto her son's mouth, smothering him with her overripe cunt. "Eat Mommy's pussy, baby," she demanded breathlessly. "Shove that tongue deep in my fuckhole and lap up all my juices!"
Michael groaned in delight as his face was engulfed in hot, drenched pussy. He licked a broad stripe up Theresa's weeping slit, from taint to clit, savoring the familiar-yet-forbidden flavor of his own mother's cunt. He sealed his lips around her pulsing sex and sucked, slurping up her freely flowing nectar.
"Ohhhh fuck yesssss," Theresa hissed, grinding her soaked snatch against her son's lapping tongue. "That's it, get in there! Tongue-fuck Mommy's cunt!"
Michael ate her out like a starving boy, plunging his tongue deep into her clasping heat and fucking it in and out. He noisily slurped up her cream as it gushed out to coat his chin, the room filling with obscene wet licking sounds.
Theresa grabbed the headboard for balance and rode her son's face wantonly, smearing her pussy juices all over his cheeks and chin as she undulated her hips. Her clit pulsed against his lashing tongue, swollen to the size of a gum drop and throbbing for attention.
As if reading her mind, Michael zeroed in on the aching bud, drawing it between his lips and suckling hard. He flicked the tip of his tongue rapidly over her fleshy knob, making Theresa shriek and buck wildly against him.
"FUCK! Baby yessss, just like that!" she wailed, humping his face. "Suck my clit! Make me cum all over you!"
Michael latched onto the buzzing bead and sucked it like a tiny cock, grazing it with his teeth. At the same time, he thrust two fingers knuckle-deep into Theresa's squelching pussy, curling them to rub her G-spot.
Down the hall, Mark lay in his hospital bed, stomach churning as he listened to the unmistakable sounds of his wife's pleasure drifting through the too-thin walls. The breathless moans, squeals and grunts painted a vivid aural picture of the taboo cunnilingus taking place in the master bedroom.
"Ohhh fuck yes baby, eat my cunt!" Theresa's faint voice rang out, shrill and wanton. The wet, obscene slurping and licking sounds that followed left no doubt that Michael had his face buried between his mother's thighs, feasting on her dripping slit with ravenous hunger.
Mark squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the carnal noises, but it was impossible. Every breathy gasp and slurp conjured sense-memories of his own head nestled between Theresa's plump thighs, lapping at the succulent folds of her most intimate area. The tangy musk of her arousal, the
slick slide of her engorged petals against his tongue, the way her puffy clit pulsed against his lips as he suckled it. Mark knew those sensations intimately.
On some level, he couldn't help but feel excitement and even pride on his son's behalf, knowing the boy was experiencing the intense pleasure of tonguing his gorgeous mother's weeping honeypot for the very first time.
Mark remembered vividly that heady thrill of tasting a woman's essence, so deliciously forbidden and secret. There was nothing quite like having your face smothered in fragrant, overheated pussy, the slippery folds parting to welcome your probing tongue. He could only imagine how incredible it must be at Michael's young age, with hormones raging and the taboo factor of it being his own mother.
But the surge of vicarious thrill was quickly overwhelmed by a tidal wave of gut-wrenching jealousy. That delectable cunt Michael was gleefully devouring had once been Mark's alone, the musky haven he loved exploring with his mouth and fingers for hours. Theresa's pussy had been his favorite place to bury his face, licking and suckling until his chin dripped with her dew and she screamed her release.
To know that another man, his own son no less, was now enjoying unfettered access to that forbidden fruit made Mark feel physically ill. The knowledge that Theresa's succulent pink folds were splayed open for their boy's oral pleasure, that she was grinding her sopping sex against his lapping tongue and coating his cheeks with her slick arousal, was a jagged pill to swallow.
With Michael's lips latched around her throbbing clit and his fingers plunging forcefully into her clenching sheath, Theresa quickly reached the precipice of orgasm. Her whole body tensed and quivered, thighs clamping around her son's head like a vise as a tsunami of pleasure crashed over her.
"OHHHH FUUUUCK! I'm cumming!" Theresa wailed, throwing her head back. "Cumming all over my baby boy's face! NGHHHHAAAHHH!!!"
Her swollen, spongy G-spot erupted like a geyser as Michael's fingers pounded it just right. A massive gush of clear, hot fluid squirted from her spasming cunt, splattering over Michael's face in a pungent shower of lady-cum.
Gush after gush of ejaculate sprayed from her convulsing fuck tunnel, hosing him down with the force of a Super Soaker on full blast.
Theresa's titties rippled against her ribcage as she shrieked and thrashed, her clit pulsing violently against Michael's lashing tongue as he relentlessly stimulated the hypersensitive bud.
Her urethra burned with the force of her explosive orgasm, the piping hot jets of cum squirting from her dilated piss hole feeling like molten lava. Her inner muscles clamped down vise-tight on Michael's plunging fingers, rippling and fluttering wildly around the invading digits as electric ecstasy seared through every nerve ending.
Caught off guard by the sheer volume and intensity of his mother's climax, Michael sputtered and coughed as Theresa's gushing juices flooded his mouth and nostrils. It was like someone had turned on a faucet full blast in his face. His eyes stung from the pungent spray and he had to consciously remember to breathe through his mouth to avoid drowning in pussy juice. But he never let up his oral assault on her exploding sex, lapping and suckling furiously as she rode out the seemingly endless waves of rapture.
The squelching sounds of Theresa's squirting, spasming cunt echoed obscenely through the room, mingling with her hoarse screams and Michael's muffled groans into a vulgar symphony of incestuous passion. Sticky fem-cum sprayed everywhere, soaking Michael from the nose down, running in rivulets down his neck to pool on the bed.
By the time her epic orgasm finally tapered off, Theresa was a boneless, quivering mess. She collapsed forward limply, only Michael's shoulders keeping her upright. Her cunt still twitched and fluttered around his buried fingers, aftershocks zinging through her nervous system.
Mother and son were now perfectly primed and ready for the main event - the long-awaited consummation of their forbidden union. They were like two star athletes who had completed their warm-up and were now poised to compete in the sexual Olympics.
The sultry MILF and her strapping teenage son had skillfully brought each other to a quick but intense orgasm with their mouths, taking the desperate edge off and ensuring maximum stamina for the marathon fucking to come.
Theresa's talented throat had efficiently milked the pent-up spunk from Michael's pubescent balls, the salty seed now sloshing heavily in her belly instead of churning impatiently in his sack. The experienced mother knew this would make all the difference, allowing the horny young buck to last much longer before flooding her unprotected womb with his second load.
And Michael's artful cunnilingus had detonated the hair-trigger orgasmic tension coiled tight in Theresa's core, the skill of his lapping tongue far beyond his tender years. With that initial itch scratched, her pleasure centers could now build to a shatteringly intense crescendo under his relentless jackhammering.
Now with their most urgent needs sated, they could each channel their full energies into the other's pleasure. Michael's freshly drained cock and balls already tingled and swelled with renewed arousal, the teenage organ surging back to diamond hardness as Theresa's pussy cream dried sticky on his face.
The scent and taste of his mother's tangy musk lit a fire in Michael's loins, an inferno that could only be quenched by rutting wildly in her molten, clutching depths. His raging hormones had his overproductive testicles churning out a fresh batch of potent seed at dizzying speed, an even larger load than the first, containing hundreds of millions of sperm, already straining at the floodgates and begging for explosive release.
For her part, Theresa felt energized and ravenous after her intense climax, her slit creaming and her cervix fluttering hungrily at the thought of being stretched and pounded by Michael's virile young cock.
Every cell in her body thrummed with anticipation, greedy for her son's manhood. Her nipples throbbed almost painfully, engorged with blood and aching for his lips and teeth. Her womb felt hollow and barren, crying out to be pumped full of his warm, gooey spunk.
They were perfectly in sync - horny, primed, and finely attuned to each other's bodies. All the foreplay had heightened their senses and lit their nerve endings on fire. Now they were beyond ready to join as one in the deepest, most intimate way possible. To seal their forbidden bond in the primal act of penetration - son sinking into mother, two bodies forged from the same genetic material finally merging back into one sweaty, writhing mass of shared pleasure.
With their loins burning for each other, Theresa knew exactly how she wanted Michael to take her for their inaugural joining. She had meticulously planned out this moment in her mind a thousand times, anticipating every detail of their first coupling with feverish intensity. Like a bride orchestrating her dream wedding night, the wanton mother had a clear vision of how she wanted her son to claim her as his own.
Theresa fell back against the pillows and lewdly splayed her thick thighs wide open in brazen invitation, the slick pink petals of her pussy unfurling before Michael's hungry eyes like an exotic orchid heavy with dew.
Her engorged clit peeked out from beneath its fleshy domed hood, visibly pulsing with need. Viscous strands of arousal stretched obscenely between her puffy lips, connecting her weeping slit to the soggy bedding.
"Climb on top of me, baby," Theresa panted, her eyes glazed with anticipation. "I need you inside me. I wanna see your face, look into your eyes the first time you push that big cock into Mommy's tight, wet cunt."
Pupils blown with lust, Michael surged forward to cover his mother's lush body with his own, fitting himself into the cradle of her open hips like a key sliding home into a well-oiled lock. The throbbing length of his massive erection nestled against Theresa's slick, heated folds, searing her labial flesh like a brand.
"Oh God..." Theresa whimpered at the electric sensation of her son's steely hardness pressing intimately against her weeping sex. She could feel every throbbing vein and ridge as he slotted his spongy cock head at her entrance, nudging insistently at her clasping opening.
They both moaned brokenly as Michael slowly pushed forward, his bulbous glans parting Theresa's slippery petals, splitting the remnants of her hymen and penetrating her welcoming heat inch by delicious inch.
Her greedy cunt muscles rippled and squeezed around the invading thickness, drawing him deeper into her body with each shallow thrust.
Theresa gasped and arched up to meet Michael's careful strokes, greedy for more of him. She'd never felt so full, so utterly possessed. It was like his cock was splitting her open, burrowing into her very core. Electric pleasure radiated out from where they were joined, setting every nerve ending alight.
When Michael finally bottomed out, his swollen balls resting flush against Theresa's juice-slicked taint, they both groaned in ecstasy. The sensation of his pulsing cock sheathed to the hilt in his mother's tight, rippling warmth was indescribable. And the exquisite stretch of her son's thick meat cleaving her open, touching parts of her that had never been reached before, made Theresa see stars.
Their first coupling was explosive and primal, a furious mating of sweaty, writhing bodies driven by pure animal lust. There was no tenderness or restraint as mother and son rutted in a frenzy of grunting, pounding flesh, finally unleashing the pent-up depravity that had been building between them.
Theresa screamed in ecstasy as Michael pounded into her with brutal abandon, his muscular ass flexing and clenching as it rose and fell rapidly between her clamping thighs. Wet smacking sounds filled the room as his swinging balls slapped against her juice-slicked taint with each frantic thrust.
"YES! OH FUCK YES! POUND MOMMY'S PUSSY!" Theresa shrieked, clawing at Michael's back and shoulders hard enough to draw blood. She
locked her ankles behind his driving ass, heels digging into his pumping glutes.
Michael snarled and hammered into his mother's spasming twat with animalistic intensity, the bed frame shaking violently beneath them. Theresa's huge tits jiggled and slapped together lewdly with each savage thrust, her turgid nipples drilling into Michael's sweat-slicked chest.
For ten minutes straight, their bodies crashed together in a vulgar symphony of grunts, moans and the meaty smack of damp flesh on flesh as Michael reamed out his mother's hungry cunt with tireless zeal.
Theresa wailed continuously, reduced to a pleasure-drunk fucktoy, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"GOD BABY, YOU'RE SO DEEP IN MY CUNT!" she babbled deliriously. "FUCK ME FUCK ME FUUUUCCKK MEEEE!"
On and on they fucked like wild beasts in heat, heedless of anything but sating their depraved hunger for each other. Twenty minutes passed in a blur of relentless, balls-deep pounding, Theresa's pussy squelching obscenely as it gushed around Michael's pile-driving cock.
Thirty minutes in, Theresa was a boneless, sweat-drenched ragdoll, her body jolting with the force of Michael's powerful thrusts. Still he rutted into her mercilessly, grunting and snarling, his teenage stamina seeming to have no limit.
By the 45 minute mark, the sheets were soaked through with sweat and pussy juices, Theresa's copious fluids squirting out to drench Michael's pistoning groin and thighs. Her pussy was red and puffy, her clit throbbing almost painfully as it dragged against Michael's pubic bone with each grinding thrust.
But still Theresa urged her son on with garbled cries, too lost in the all-consuming ecstasy to care about the delicious soreness building between her cunt-lips.
Down the hall, Mark lay in anguished silence, his mind reeling as the obscene sounds of his wife and son's depraved coupling assaulted his ears. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, accompanied by the vulgar, meaty smack of damp flesh pounding together and the crude squelch of Theresa's cunt being relentlessly skewered.
Her wanton moans and shrieks of ecstasy rang out, punctuated by Michael's animalistic grunts and snarls as he rutted into her like a beast in heat.
"OH GOD BABY, FUCK ME HARDER!" Theresa's shrill voice carried through the too-thin walls. "SPLIT MY CUNT OPEN WITH THAT HUGE TEENAGE COCK!"
Mark flinched violently, his stomach churning at his wife's vulgar exclamations. He'd never heard her use such crude language before, not even in their most passionate moments. The filth spewing from her lips as their son pounded her married pussy was beyond shocking.
The wet, rhythmic slap of sweaty flesh and the guttural sounds of carnal pleasure went on and on, increasing in tempo and volume until they reached a frenzied crescendo.
Mark glanced at the clock, stunned to realize they had been vigorously coupling for well over an hour with no signs of stopping. He couldn't fathom the sheer sexual stamina and athleticism required to maintain such a furious pace.
In that moment, vivid memories of his own wedding night with Theresa flooded Mark's mind, the poignant images a stark contrast to the live porn audio filtering in from the master bedroom. He recalled how they had tenderly consummated their marriage, flush with the magical glow of young love.
Their first joining as husband and wife had been sweet and reverent, Mark carefully breaching Theresa's maidenhead and gently rocking into her untried sheath. They had gazed into each other's eyes as they moved together, Mark covering Theresa's face with worshipful kisses and whispering words of devotion. When he spilled inside her for the first time,
they both wept at the profound beauty of two souls and bodies joining as one.
It had been the single most moving experience of Mark's life, a sacred memory he cherished above all others. The depth of love and intimacy he felt for Theresa in that moment defied description.
But now, that once treasured act had been perverted into something tawdry and taboo, as his wife thrashed and shrieked wantonly beneath their rutting son. There was no tenderness or restraint in the way Michael fucked into his mother with abandon, intent only on sating his basest lusts. And Theresa reveled in the depravity, urging her boy on with the filthiest encouragements as she offered up her body for his pleasure.
With a hoarse bellow, Michael slammed into Theresa one final time, burying himself to the hilt in her spasming cunt as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His swollen balls drew up tight to his body and his shaft pulsed violently as the searing load surged out of his vas deferens.
A torrent of molten semen rocketed up his urethral tube, exploding from the dilated slit of his meatus in a high-pressure jet stream. The first powerful blast splattered directly against Theresa's quivering cervix, painting the puckered opening white with his viscous seed.
Michael's eyes rolled back in his head as spurt after thick spurt of jizz geysered from his wildly jerking cock, hosing down his mom's fluttering vaginal walls. Her slick pink tissues were utterly drenched in his pearly essence, rivulets of spunk running down her pulsing canal.
The force and volume of his ejaculation defied belief, far beyond what any man should be capable of producing. But Michael's pubescent balls were primed and brimming after a week of pent-up desperation, ready to empty their churning contents at the first touch of his mother's magical cunt.
Theresa wailed ecstatically as she felt the searing flood of her son's potent seed filling her so deeply, the sheer amount of semen pumping into her unprotected womb an unmistakable claiming, a primal breeding. Her cervix
fluttered and clenched hungrily, eagerly drinking down every drop it could pull from Michael's spasming cock.
Through the roaring in his ears, Michael was vaguely aware of mom's pleat-lined cunt rippling and milking his erupting length, greedily wringing out every last bit of cum he had to give. Each clutching spasm of her velvety walls triggered another bone-deep contraction from his balls, until it felt like his very soul was draining out through his cock.
For a small eternity, they clung together in the throes of the most intense mutual orgasm either had ever experienced, their bodies locked in the rictus of total sexual possession.
Michael pumped what felt like gallons of spunk into Theresa's receptive depths as she thrashed and keened beneath him, utterly lost to the ecstasy of being bred so potently by her virile young son.
Mark could hardly sleep that night, the sounds of frantic sex going on and on throughout the night. The headboard banged rhythmically against the wall in a relentless staccato, even their new reinforced bedframe squealing in protest.
Theresa's ecstatic moans and shrieks of pleasure rang out over and over, her voice growing hoarse but no less enthusiastic. Michael's animalistic grunts and growls provided a continuous bass counterpoint, the crude harmony of their voices leaving no doubt as to the carnal acts taking place.
Each time Mark thought surely they must be finished, that no one could possibly sustain such athletic coupling, the vulgar soundtrack would start up again after only a brief respite.
He didn't know how it was possible for two people to have sex over and over for an entire night, but his wife and son were obviously defying normal human limitations in their quest to sate their unholy lusts.
The rhythmic slap of damp flesh pounding together and the lewd squelch of Theresa's cunt being plundered echoed endlessly through the house. Mark
flinched each time he heard the unmistakable splat of Michael's heavy balls slapping against Theresa's juice-slicked taint, a crude metronome keeping the tempo of their fornication.
When the wet sounds grew muffled and slurping noises replaced the frantic squeaking of abused bedsprings, Mark knew Michael's face was buried between Theresa's thighs again, noisily devouring the cream pie he had just deposited in her pussy. Theresa's gasping cries and exhortations of "Yes, eat Mommy's cummy cunt!" left no doubt.
Then the telltale creaking would start again, sometimes in a different rhythm as they obviously changed positions. The headboard smacked the wall arrhythmically as Michael took Theresa from behind, the juicy smacks and claps indicating a vigorous doggy-style pounding.
Her wails reached fever pitch, breaking off into choked gurgles as he apparently shoved her face into the mattress and roughly claimed her, rutting into her upturned ass like a wild beast.
Mark was simultaneously disgusted and grudgingly impressed by his son's prowess and stamina. He himself had never managed more than two rounds in a night even in his virile youth, and certainly not the endless bouts of marathon sex that had been going on for hours. The boy's pubescent cock and balls seemed to defy normal human refractory periods, able to recover and perform again and again without flagging.
Through the red haze of jealousy and humiliation, Mark felt a tiny spark of pride that his son was such a potent stud, able to satisfy Theresa's ravenous appetites so thoroughly. A small, traitorous part of him was relieved that she would no longer be left wanting, that their boy could succeed where he had failed as a husband.
The next morning, Theresa emerged from the master bedroom completely nude, her voluptuous body on full display. Mark's eyes widened as he took in the sight of her heavy breasts swaying with each step, the pink tips visibly swollen and tender from a night of vigorous suckling. Bite marks and
love bruises littered the creamy slopes of her titflesh. Further down, her plump, freshly-fucked mound glistened with the unmistakable sheen of combined sexual fluids plastered to her puffy outer lips. Pearly streaks of drying semen painted her inner thighs, stark evidence of the multiple inseminations she had taken.
Theresa helped him into his wheelchair, then strolled casually into the kitchen to prepare Mark's breakfast, seemingly unbothered by her wanton state of undress and the musky aroma of sex wafting from her well-used body.
As she bent over to retrieve a pan from the cupboard, Mark got an unobstructed view of her reddened, slightly gaped pussy, the swollen folds still oozing the dregs of Michael's copious release. He swallowed thickly, unable to tear his gaze away from the obscene sight of his wife's freshly-bred cunt.
Theresa hummed contentedly as she fried up some eggs, her massive mommy-melons jiggling and swaying hypnotically with even the slightest movement. The harsh morning light threw the numerous passion marks on her neck and cleavage into sharp relief, branding her as a conquered woman.
She smiled blushingly, setting a plate of food in front of Mark. "How did you sleep?" Her tone was nonchalant, as if she wasn't standing there naked and defiled, reeking of her son's spent seed.
"Not great," Mark croaked, his eyes roving over her ravaged body. "It was...loud."
Theresa had the grace to blush slightly. "Ah. Yes, I suppose we did get a bit carried away," she admitted, though she didn't sound particularly contrite. "It's just...well, it was our first night together."
Mark closed his eyes against the sting of her words. "So you two really went at it, huh?" he asked hoarsely, a glutton for punishment.
Theresa bit her lip, clearly reticent to share too many details. "Mark... I'm not sure you really want to know all the specifics," she said carefully.
Mark swallowed hard, but pressed on masochistically. "I think I need to know. Exactly how many times did you two... couple?"
Theresa sighed, resigned to her husband's need for painful honesty. She sat down across from him, folding her hands on the table. "Over the course of the night, I'd estimate Michael came inside me... eight times," she admitted softly. "Though a few of those were clustered together during particularly intense sessions."
Mark inhaled sharply, feeling like he'd been punched in the gut. Eight loads of his son's spunk pumped into his wife's unprotected womb in a single night. It was unfathomable. "Eight?" he repeated numbly. "Is that - is that normal?"
"For a young man of Michael's age and virility, yes, I believe it's well within the normal range," Theresa said carefully. "Especially considering he's been pent-up and desperate for release. His balls were simply too full and his libido too demanding to be satisfied with only one or two ejaculations."
She looked at Mark with sympathy in her eyes. "Honey, you have to understand - our son is an incredibly potent and tireless lover. Once he's naked and erect, his penis is gonna need to drain itself over and over before it goes soft again. I was simply serving as the receptacle for his youthful seed."
Mark flinched at the clinical way Theresa referred to herself as a 'receptacle' for Michael's spunk, as if that's all her body was now - an outlet for their son's endless cum loads. The knowledge that his boy's balls had demanded no less than eight deep womb inseminations before they were emptied ached like a knife to the heart.
"So you just let him... use your body like that, all night long?" Mark asked hoarsely. "Let him pump you full of cum as many times as he wanted?"
Theresa shook her head gently, reaching out to clasp Mark's hand. "Sweetheart, no. It wasn't like that at all. Michael wasn't just using my body selfishly for his own pleasure." Her eyes took on a dreamy, faraway look as she recalled the passionate events of the previous night.
"Our lovemaking was an act of mutual ecstasy, both of us lost in the throes of the most intense sexual rapture imaginable. Every time Michael spent himself inside me, I was right there with him, my own body wracked with mind-blowing orgasms."
Mark swallowed hard, almost afraid to ask but needing to know. "And how many times was that, exactly? How many orgasms did you have?"
A slow, sensual smile spread across Theresa's face as she remembered the seemingly endless waves of pleasure crashing over her. "Oh God, it's hard to keep count, they all blurred together after a while. But if I had to estimate... at least thirty, maybe closer to forty."
Mark felt the blood drain from his face, a roaring in his ears. Thirty or forty orgasms? In one night? He couldn't recall the last time he'd given Theresa even two or three in a single session. The devastating knowledge that his teenage son had made his wife cum more times overnight than Mark likely had in the past year made him feel physically ill.
Theresa squeezed his hand sympathetically, seeing the anguished realization on his face. "I know it's a lot to take in. Believe me, I'm just as shocked by the sheer number and intensity. I didn't even know my body was capable of experiencing that much ecstasy."
Mark clenched his eyes shut against the erotic images conjured by her words - Michael's head buried between Theresa's quivering thighs, his fingers plunging into her soaked depths, his thick shaft pounding her rippling pussy as she wailed in rapture. Each one was like a dagger to his heart, a stark reminder of his own inadequacy as a lover.
"I see," he managed to choke out. "Well, I'm glad he was able to give you such incredible pleasure. You certainly deserve it." The words tasted like ashes in his mouth, but he forced them out nonetheless.
Theresa gave him a tender look, her eyes soft with gratitude and sympathy. "Thank you for being so understanding, Mark. I know this can't be easy for you. But please believe that my feelings for you haven't changed. I still love you deeply."
His wife's oversized knockers wobbled as she stood up, her naked body on lewd display. "Oh, before I forget - my mother will be coming over later this morning, after she drops the kids off at school."
Mark furrowed his brow in confusion. "Nancy's coming here today? What for?"
Theresa gave him a meaningful look. "She's here to see Michael, remember? He's responsible for servicing both of us now."
Mark felt a fresh wave of nausea at the reminder that his son would now be fucking not only his wife, but his mother-in-law as well on a regular basis. The image of Nancy's matronly body writhing beneath Michael as he pounded into her was almost too much to bear.
"Ah. Right," he said weakly, looking away.
Theresa walked over and straddled Mark's lap, unmindful of her musky scent and the sticky spend drying on her skin. She cupped his face, forcing him to meet her eyes.
"I know it's a lot to adjust to. But this is our reality now. Michael will be splitting his time between my bed and my mother's. Making sure both of us get what we need."
She punctuated her point by grinding her messy cunt against Mark's crotch, smearing his son's cum into his pants. Mark fought back a gag at the obscene sensation.
Theresa leaned in close, her voice husky. "In fact, I'm hoping to squeeze in one more round with my new man before Mom gets here. I'm sure the two of them will be busy for a couple of hours."
Mark watched numbly as Theresa rose from his lap, her voluptuous body jiggling obscenely. Her massive, milky breasts swayed pendulously with each step, the bite-marked slopes quivering like jello. Viscous streaks of half-dried cum glistened on the rounded undercurve of each heavy teat.
Further down, her broad childbearing hips undulated hypnotically, the plump cheeks of her ass flexing and dimpling as she walked. Pearly rivulets
of Michael's spent seed trickled down the backs of her plush thighs, stark evidence of the numerous cream pies packed deep in her well-used cunt.
Gnawing despair clawed at Mark's insides as he watched his freshly-fucked wife saunter down the hall to rejoin their son for another round of depraved coupling before his mother-in-law arrived to share in the boy's sexual attentions. The erotic sway of Theresa's wide, womanly hips and the bounce of her huge, jiggling ass cheeks seemed to mock Mark, flaunting what he could no longer have.
In the master bedroom, Michael lay sprawled on the cum-stained sheets, his morning wood tenting the covers obscenely.
Theresa licked her lips at the sight, her pussy clenching hungrily. She could still feel the delicious ache from the thorough reaming he had given her the night before, her insides churned to butter by his tireless jackhammering. But the insatiable itch was already building again, demanding to be scratched.
Michael cracked an eye open as Theresa approached the bed, a lazy smirk spreading across his face. "Morning, mom. Ready for round..." He pretended to count on his fingers. "What are we up to now? I lost track."
Theresa giggled and playfully swatted his chest. "Oh hush, you insatiable cutie. As much as I'd love to spend all day being split open on that huge dick, we have to get cleaned up. Your grandmother will be here soon for her turn."
Michael shivered in anticipation at the thought of sinking his aching cock into his grandmother Nancy's hot, hungry cunt. He vividly remembered the feel of her slick, clutching walls gripping him like a velvet fist the last time he had fucked her. And the way her massive, squishy tits had completely engulfed his face, smothering him in warm, soft titflesh as he motorboated her cleavage... Fuck, he could hardly wait to experience that again.
Theresa saw the glazed, faraway look in her son's eyes and smirked knowingly. "Thinking about burying yourself balls-deep in my Mom's juicy
snatch, aren't you baby? Letting those huge, floppy udders of hers swallow your whole head while you suck and bite her big nipples?"
Michael grunted, his erection throbbing urgently at the thought of ruining his grandmother's mature fuckholes. "Shit, you're gonna make me bust without even touching me, talking like that."
"Well we can't have that," Theresa chuckled. "Not when I still need this big fat cock to wreck me one more time before Mom gets her turn. C'mon, stud, let's hit the shower and get you squeaky clean for her."
She grabbed Michael's hand and pulled him out of bed towards the master bathroom, his boulder-hard shaft bobbing obscenely before him. He obediently followed, eyes glued to her plush, jiggling ass cheeks and the reddened, puffy lips of her pussy peeking out from between her thighs.
Theresa bent over the vanity to start the shower, the lewd arch of her back presenting her cum-glazed cunt like a bitch in heat. Michael groaned at the enticing sight, moving to stand behind her. He notched his dripping cockhead at her sloppy entrance, rubbing it up and down her slick slit.
"We're supposed to be getting cleaned up, remember?" Theresa mock-scolded, even as she pushed her hips back against him wantonly. "Not making more of a mess..."
Michael smirked wickedly, grasping his mother's hips and pulling her back onto his throbbing erection. "Who says we can't do both at the same time?" he growled in her ear.
Without warning, he hooked his arms under Theresa's plump thighs and lifted her bodily off the ground. She shrieked in surprise, turning and instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her into the shower stall. The steaming spray rained down on their naked flesh as Michael braced Theresa's back against the cool tile wall.
"Oh fuck, Michael!" Theresa gasped as he notched the engorged head of his cock against her puffy opening and thrust up hard, impaling her in one smooth stroke. Her pussy squelched obscenely as he hilted inside her,
plunging through the foamy spunk and fuck-cream left over from the previous night's depravities.
Michael grunted savagely, pistoning his hips and bouncing Theresa on his rigid shaft like a ragdoll. Her huge, soapy tits slapped against his face with each jarring thrust, the force of his fucking causing them to bounce and jiggle lewdly. He buried his face between the slippery globes, motorboating her cleavage as he pounded into her clenching cunt.
"Yes, yes, YES!" Theresa wailed, the wet slap of her ass against Michael's muscular thighs echoing off the bathroom walls. "Fuck me, baby! Ruin my pussy!"
She clung to his shoulders for dear life as he hammered into her relentlessly, the thick veiny shaft of his cock sawing in and out of her drenched folds at a blistering pace. His heavy, cum-laden balls slapped against her juice-slicked taint with meaty smacks, adding to the vulgar symphony of their mating.
The shower spray sluiced over their writhing bodies, washing away the sweat and dried cum caked on their skin. Rivulets of soapy water ran down the valley of Theresa's cleavage and collected in her navel before trickling over her mound to where she and Michael were obscenely joined.
The teen latched onto one of her bobbing nipples, suckling the rubbery bud into his mouth and nibbling just shy of too hard. Theresa keened in ecstasy, arching her back to force more of her titflesh down his throat. She reached down to furiously diddle her clit as Michael reamed her convulsing twat, the bud throbbing against her fingers in time to his thrusts.
The doorbell rang, jolting Mark out of his morose contemplation. He knew it could only be one person - his mother-in-law Nancy, arriving for her scheduled "appointment" with Michael. The knowledge that she was here to be serviced by his own son, just like his wife, made Mark's stomach turn.
The heavy click of high heels approached and then Nancy burst into the room with her usual breezy air, as if she owned the place. She was dressed in a skimpy sundress that barely contained her massive, matronly breasts
and clung to her wide childbearing hips. The neckline plunged to her navel, putting her enormous cleavage on vulgar display.
"Good morning, Mark!" she trilled, sauntering over to where he sat immobile in his wheelchair. "And how are we today?" Her tone was patronizing, as if speaking to a particularly slow child.
Mark gritted his teeth, hating the way she loomed over him, using her height advantage to assert her dominance. He felt small and pathetic under her condescending gaze, a mere insect she could crush beneath her heel.
"I'm fine, Nancy," he ground out. "I trust you're well?"
"Oh, I'm more than well," she purred, a wicked glint in her eye. "I'm positively buzzing with anticipation. Knowing that in just a few moments, that strapping young grandson of mine will be balls-deep in my needy cunt... Mmmm, it's enough to make a woman gush!"
Mark blanched at her vulgar language, still not accustomed to hearing such filth spill from his prim mother-in-law's lips. The casual way she spoke of being fucked by his teenage son, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, made his head spin.
Nancy noticed his discomfort and smirked, clearly enjoying her power to shock and unsettle him. She placed a manicured hand on his shoulder, her blood-red nails digging into his flesh through his shirt.
"What's the matter, Mark?" she cooed mockingly. "Don't like hearing how your virile young boy is going to ruin your mother-in-law's cunt? How he'll make me scream and cream on that huge slab of fuckmeat you couldn't hope to match?"
Mark shuddered at the emasculating words, each one a barbed arrow to his already tattered ego. He opened his mouth to respond, but just then a high-pitched feminine wail echoed through the house, followed by a series of rhythmic thumps and slaps.
Nancy cocked her head, a delighted grin spreading across her face. "Well well well... sounds like Michael is giving my daughter a nice hard dicking in
the shower!" She closed her eyes, appearing to savor the obscene noises. "Mmmm, listen to her taking that thick teenage cock like a good slut. Mmm, she does love to fuck, just like her mother."
Biting her lip in anticipation, Nancy gave Mark's shoulder a final mocking squeeze. "Hold that thought, sweetie. I'm gonna take a little peek and see if I can get a few snaps of the action for posterity." She winked lewdly. "Be right back!"
With that, she turned on her heel and sauntered off towards the master suite, her broad ass swaying. Mark watched her go with a sinking feeling, knowing she intended to further his humiliation.
Nancy followed the erotic sounds to the en-suite bathroom, her cunt already creaming in her panties at the thought of witnessing her daughter's defilement. Quietly entering the steamy room, she was greeted by the glorious sight of Michael pounding into Theresa's upturned cunt as he held her aloft in the shower.
Her baby girl's huge jugs bounced and slapped together lewdly with each jarring thrust, rivulets of water sluicing between them. Theresa's head was thrown back in ecstasy, whorish moans spilling from her slack mouth as she was savagely impaled on her son's ramrod cock over and over.
Grinning wickedly, Nancy pulled out her phone and began snapping pictures, capturing the raw depravity from every angle. Close-ups of Michael's veiny shaft sawing in and out of Theresa's straining pink hole, his swinging ball sack slapping against her juice-slicked taint. Theresa's huge tits jiggling and spraying droplets everywhere as she was fucked stupid. Her drooling mouth slack as she wailed her pleasure at the violent cuntal battering.
Nancy took a short video, the wet smacks and guttural groans of the frenzied, incestuous coupling filling the bathroom, a filthy auditory accompaniment.
Satisfied with her bounty of criminal evidence, Nancy slipped back out as quietly as she came, leaving the rutting pair to their taboo tryst.
She sauntered back into the living room, waving her phone with a triumphant smirk. "Well, that was quite the show!" she gloated, perching on the arm of Mark's wheelchair. "Your son certainly knows how to fuck like a champion. He's utterly ruining my daughter's cunt!"
Mark blanched, his stomach turning at the gleeful malice in his mother-in-law's voice. "Please, Nancy..." he croaked weakly. "I don't need the details."
"Oh but I think you do," she purred, swiping open her camera roll. "In fact, I insist."
She thrust the phone under Mark's nose, forcing him to look at the high definition images of his son violating his wife. Mark flinched violently, trying to turn away, but Nancy grabbed his chin in an iron grip.
"Ah ah ah," she tutted. "You don't get to hide from this cuck."
Nancy cackled cruelly as she forced Mark to stare at the obscene photos, savoring his anguished expression. "Just look at the way my daughter's huge tits are bouncing and jiggling as she gets pounded!" she crowed. "Mmmm, I bet you miss having those in your face, don't you Mark? Too bad your useless little dicklet will never make them swing like that again!"
She swiped to a close-up of Michael's thick shaft stretching Theresa's puffy cunt lips obscenely as he pistoned in and out of her. "God, look how fat and juicy his teenage cock is! He's splitting her open, ruining that sloppy fucktunnel. Her pussy will be wrecked for anything else after taking a dicking like that on the regular."
Mark shuddered, trying to turn his face away, but Nancy's fingers dug into his jaw punishingly. "Keep those fucking eyes on the screen!" she spat. "You need to see every depraved detail of how a real man fucks. Your son is pounding my girl's cunt in ways you never could, even before your pathetic dick stopped working altogether."
She flipped to a shot of Theresa's face, mouth slack and eyes rolled back in mindless ecstasy as she was savagely violated. "That's the look of a woman who just can't get enough cock. A total whore for her teenage son's big fat
baby-maker." Nancy grinned evilly. "A look you'll never put on her face again, you limp-dicked loser."
Mark squeezed his eyes shut, hot tears of shame pricking at the corners, but Nancy just laughed. "Open those peepers, worm! You don't wanna miss the big finish!"
She tapped play on the video, the obscene wet slaps and grunts filling the room. Mark watched in abject horror as his son's muscular ass clenched and flexed while he brutally hammered into Theresa's spasming fuckhole, his swinging sack smacking her taint with meaty thwacks.
"FUCK YESSSS!! PUMP ME FULL OF JIZZ! BREED MY CUNT!!" Theresa shrieked at the top of her lungs as she thrashed and flailed on Michael's erupting cock.
Mark could only look on in devastation as his son's hips stuttered and jerked, obviously flooding his wife's womb with what had to be a truly massive load, if the boy's beastly roars were any indication.
Nancy giggled gleefully, finally releasing Mark's face and standing up. "Whew! If that's the kind of dicking I have to look forward to, I better go freshen up. Get my holes nice and ready for my studly grandson."
She smirked down at Mark as she sauntered towards the bathroom, her thick ass wagging lewdly with each step.