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From Soccer mom to Porn Queen

From Soccer mom to Porn Queen:
Ann was pretty much an average single 34 year old mom. She and her 13 year old son Jeff had moved into a smaller apartment because of money issues. The result was Jeff had to start a new school. Ann thought he was doing ok after several weeks, she was disturbed that all his new friends were black or Hispanic but it is what it is.
At Jeff’s first soccer game she met two women who sons were on the team, as they sat in the stands routing for their sons they bitched about money. It seemed they all had lousy jobs with low pay and were always scraping to make ends meet.
The game ended and as they got into the car Ann told Jeff she was feeling luck and they were going to buy a scratch off ticket and perhaps win a few bucks. They stopped at a local convinces store and a few minutes later she emerged with the ticket. When they got home she scratched off the colors to discover they had won $200.
They splurged and ordered pizza; they sat at the kitchen table discussing the day’s events.
“Mom it’s great we won can we keep this up?”
“No honey, the odds are against you. The only time you have a better chance is if you know a sports team is a sure thing.”
“How does that work?”
“Well you bet on a team to win, since your betting with a bookie you are given credit, till after the game is played. As long as you keep winning you never have a cost.” Jeff looked at her for a moment and picked up his plate and put it in the sink and headed off to his room.
For the next month their lives seemed normal. She noticed Jeff was coming home from school a little later then usual but she figured he was participating in some after school activity.
On Saturdays he started watching all the sports game he could. He did this same thing on Sunday and on occasion was either in a really good or really foul mood.
Another month passed, she got home from work about 5:30 and as she was changing noticed his shirt was ripped. Walking into the kitchen she asked him, “Jeff, how did you rip your shirt?”
For a moment the boy looked at her with a dumb stair, he said, “Oh as I was getting off the bus I caught it on a sharp edge.” It seemed possible so she went about her evening. She noticed he was getting a lot of calls from people she didn’t know but she figured he was making friends.
On Thursday evening as she was getting out of her car she saw Jeff talking to a group of three older boys. There was a large Latino looking one and two skinny black kids, they looked to be 15 or 16.
As she got closed she realized the conversation was not as friendly as she had thought.
She walked up to the group and their conversation stopped, “Jeff what are you doing?” Before Jeff could answer the Latino whose name was Louis spoke? “This dip shit owes us over two grand from sports bets.” Her mouth fell open, the taller black kid who’s name was Jim chimed in. Now he wants to pay us a little each week with no interest!”
“Jeff is this true?”
“Yes mom I thought we could pay off some of your bills if I won big.” Louis jumped back into the conversation, “look lady we want our money!”
“Ok let’s not stand out side making a scene come in and we’ll discuss a plan.”
As they entered the house she was well aware the three were all staring at her ass which by far was her best asset. Ann was a small woman just five foot; she was 115 lbs, shoulder length auburn hair, a pair of 36d tits a very small waist and a bubble butt.
In her kitchen she realized these kids weren’t playing around. “Ok look we can’t give you two grand because we don’t have it.” The third black kid whose name was Bo looked at Jeff, “look fagot we know some guys who are gay, they’d love to fuck you and you can pay your debt off that way.” Ann was shocked at the suggestion. “I don’t think that sounds like a great option, do you Jeff?” Bo and Jim grabbed Jeff, they each took hold of his jeans and pulled them down along with his underpants, they spun him around and pushed him over the kitchen table. Bo wet his middle finger and stuck in Jeff’s ass. “Hey guys this is tight virgin ass, they’ll pay good money for it.” Ann looked at Jeff’s face which was contorted as he never had a finger in his ass before. “Ok gentlemen, number one please get you finger out of my sons ass.” Bo just shrugged and pulled it out. “Look lady unless you are planning on helping pay the debt shut the fuck up, his ass belongs to us for the next few months.”
“I really would like to help but I can’t figure out how to make that much money.” Jim smiled at her, “Let’s all sit down and discuss this, ok?” They all sat but Bo kept Jeff next to him rubbing his ass cheeks.
“Ok you say you want to help right?”
“Yes I suppose so.”
“Well here’s how you can help. We watch a lot of porn on the internet, there are several sights who are devoted to MILFs fucking young guys.” Ann looked at Jim, “what’s a MILF?”
Mothers I’d like to fuck!”
“Oh well thanks for clearing that up, please continue.”
“You make a porn movie with us fucking you; we’ll pay you $500 cash and cancel the two grand he owes.”
“Are you serious?”
“We sure are.” Bo put his finger back in Jeff’s ass. Jeff’s eyes were watering but he did not move. Bo looked at Jeff, “Well guy Friday night you are going to be a new fuck toy for a few of our friends.”
Ann spoke up,”I’ll call the police if you try that.”
“Really and what are you going to do keep him home forever? Besides that the interest on the debt will start incurring at the rate of 20% a week.”
Jim touched her arm, “look mama, why not think about our offer, it’s really a win, win for everyone.”
“How do you figure it’s a win, win?”
“Simple your sons ass stays a virgin, you get $500 cash, his debt is paid in full and you get fucked, all in all not a bad deal.” She sat their looking into his face. “Look, just consider it today is Thursday, we would not be doing it till Saturday night. If you agree you can text me, I’ll come over and coach you on your lines.”
“I have lines.”
“You sure do, the sight were thinking about only accepts amateurs, if you act as if this is great and you cum a lot we all could be paid by the sight. You could make more money if they really like you. Consider it because Saturday night if you aren’t going to do it, Jeff’s butt will be getting several cocks.” The three stood to leave; you have till Friday 9 Pm to make a decision. Just that quickly the three left.
Neither mother nor son spoke the rest of the evening. Alone in her room she considered the proposal. First I would get 500 and his debt would be paid off, second I get fucked without any attachments and thirdly Jeff ass stays virgin. She fell asleep still considering it.
Friday night after work she and Jeff discussed it. “Jeff honey I’ve been thinking about the proposal.”
“Mom I’m so sorry I’ll take the butt fucking rather then see you do something you don’t want to do.”
“Honey there is the 500 cash I’ll be getting, we could sure use it and if they like me perhaps they’ll pay extra.” At 8:45 she sent the text, it read I’ll do it! At 8:50 she received a text from Jim I’ll be their in half an hour.
At nine thirty Jim knocked on her door, he had a large black kid with him, “this is Ernie he’s going to keep Jeffery company while we talk, hey Jeff take Ernie to your room.” Ernie grabbed his hand and led him away; they sat at the kitchen table. “Ok first of all you need to have slutty underwear on but you should be dressed in shorts and a tight t shirt.”
“Ok I can do that.”
Now we will be acting as if we picked you up at the mall, you invited us back to your house to hang out. We’ll ask you a bunch of questions.”
“What kind of questions?”
“Well like do you like to swallow cum at the end of a blow job, how long has it been since you were fucked really good. Do you make noise when you are cumming things like that?”
“So far I’ve got it.”
“The dirtier you talk the better, and please talk dirty while you’re being fucked if possible.” She asked several questions about her money and that the debt was cancelled for sure. He assured her all would be fine.
She looked at him “I’ve never seen a black cock before are they all really very large?”
“Well I have a rule.”
“What would that be?”
“If I take it out at the very least I get sucked off.” Jim reached across the table; he grabbed her left tit and squeezed it. Her first reaction was to pull back but she hesitated for a second and then pushed forward to give him better access to it.
“How big are your tits Ann?” She smiled at him, “their 36d and I love having them sucked.”
“Well tomorrow night you’ll get plenty of that now would you like to see my cock or not?”
“I’d love to, hey what about Jeff?”
“Lets see how he doing.” They quietly opened the bedroom door to his room; her eyes went wide as she saw a large black cock in his mouth. He was naked and had a butt plug in his ass hole. Just then the black kid grabbed his head and started cumming. A big blast shot into his mouth. Jim closed the door quietly; they were standing outside his room looking at each other. “Do you want to see my cock or not? I think your son has a bit more work to do before Ernie’s nut sack is empty.”
“Please make Ernie stop, I’ll be ready tomorrow night but make him leave Jeff alone.” Jim shrugged and knocked on the door, “time to go Ernie, now!”
Two minutes later Ernie and Jeff came into the kitchen, Ernie was smiling Jeff seemed shaken. The two left. “Jeff, are you all right?”
“Yes just, well he made me blow him and then I swallowed all of it. He put a butt plug in my ass and made me keep it in all the while. Then he gave me a hand job, after I came he made me lick his hand clean.”
“Don’t worry honey it will all be better by Sunday, lets get some sleep.
Saturday at 7 pm the boys showed up they immediately started to set up their equipment. Jim approached Ann, “here’s your money, sign this receipt please.” Jeff went to his room and they were ready. The camera started rolling as she pretended to answer the knock at the front door, all three guys walked in. “Hi Ann we were in the neighborhood and figured we’d stop by to see Jeff.”
“Sorry guys he’s with his dad for the weekend, but your welcome to hang out with me, if you’d like?”
“Sounds good, got any beer?”
“I’ll get you some.” As she headed for the kitchen she was wiggling her ass with emphasis, all three boys stared. As she entered the room with four beers she saw Louis rubbing his cock through his jeans, Bo spoke to her. “Ann that is one very nice rear end you’ve got their.” She smiles turned around and stuck it out for them. “You don’t think its fat do you she cooed?” Now Louis stood up “Ann it is a great ass I have a fantasy about my cock sliding in and out of it and dumping a giant load of cum in it”
She turned to face him, “you know Louis there are other places your cock should be thinking about dumping cum in besides my ass. I’m not saying I’m not flattered nor would I mind a good solid ass fucking but my cunt really hasn’t been pounded in six years.” Bo stood and started rubbing her tits while Jim unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down. Louis removed her blouse and she stood their in bra and panties. All three were naked in a minute; she grabbed Louis and Bo by their cocks and headed for the bedroom. “Boys I think it cum dumping time and I’m the dump!”
In the bedroom Jim closed the door it was the first time she had gotten a good look at his cock, it was huge. She had seen pictures of things that big but always figured it was photo shopped. Now in front of her was a 14” penis. It was as thick as her wrist. “My god Jim, have you found a lot of women who can handle that?”
“I’m hoping we have tonight?” She just grinned at him. “I don’t think I’m capable its gigantic baby.”
“Well hopefully Bo and Lou can get it stretched enough for me to try.” Louis and Bo took her to the bed, they placed her in a sitting position and went to work rubbing her clit and nipples. It took two minutes before she was moaning loudly. Bo had three fingers in her, she gave a soft scream and started squirting pussy juice everywhere. Finally the orgasm subsided and she looked at both guys. Gentlemen I need a good fuck now, please. Louis mounted her, he cock head parted her pussy lips and he was in, she moaned with pure ecstasy. As his rhythm in creased she would push her mound up to meet his downward thrusts, they were both getting close. She started moving her pussy in small circles while moaning deeply as she started to orgasm again, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock he pushed deep and blasted her pussy walls with hot cum three, four , five times his cock erupted before it seemed to slow down and stop. “Thank you Lou I really need that.”
Lou rolled off and Bo got on, her pussy was very sloppy as cum was already leaking out. She looked up at him, “sorry about the sloppy cunt baby, that what sloppy seconds are all about, I’ll do my best to milk your cock.” Bo pounded her deep and hard she had two orgasms before he pushed deep and blasted her pussy with a good sized amount of warm sticky cum.
She was laying there spread eagle with her pussy leaking cum, Jim approached her with the giant cock semi-hard. She smiled at him, “baby I’m not sure about this I think its way to big. I’m only five foot tall, that cock will be in my throat.” He chuckled as he mounted her. “Please go slow honey.” The head of his cock separated her pussy lips very gently; she felt it slip in. “Slowly baby I feel him already.” Now Jim started moving his cock from side to side slowly so she could get accustomed to it. Now he pushed a few more inched in, slowly he pulled it out so only the head was in. “That’s good baby but I don’t I can take it.” Now he pushed slowly until about half was in her. She was starting to enjoy the big cock in her; her pussy was contracting around it in an attempt to milk cum out. He looked down at her, “how does it feel?” Ummm was all he heard. Now he pushed another three inches in, the tip hit her cervix, a gentle shove and he was past it. Her eyes shot open, she was wiggling her ass while her pussy was contracting on his cock. “Oh Jim, oh Jim ummm it feels wonderful please baby keep going.” Slowly he pushed the remaining cock into her until their pubic mounds met. She was moaning as her body exploded with orgasm after orgasm. Jim looked down at her, “who’s pussy is this, who’s your daddy?” All she could do was scream in ecstasy as she had another orgasm. He pushed down and cum started to flow out of his cock. It felt like a facet had been turned on inside her. The feelings of hot cum that deep in her cause her to have yet another orgasm. After what seemed like a quart of cum had been deposited deep in her he rolled off. The other two spread her legs as the camera recorded her pussy literally squirting cum out of her. She had never been fucked like that in her life. The other two boys DP her four more times. She had sucked both Bo and Louis at least twice, but the real prize was Jim fucked her three more times. After every fucking she would crawl down to his cock and lick all cum off his cock, balls and ass hole.
At around midnight, it appeared their nut sacks were empty, as they started to pack up Jim handed her, her panties. “Put these on so you don’t leak all over the floor. With a dreamy look in her eyes she slipped them on. They all headed for the door. She grabbed Jim around the neck and whispered in his ear. “If you’d like you could come back any time you want.” He smiled at her “that’s my pussy now so believe me I’ll be back probably Monday night, I’ll call first so you can be ready.” He squeezed her ass and they left.
The next day her and Jeff discussed the events, he swore he would never gamble again. She told him she may be seeing Jim again if it was ok with him. His next question surprised her, “Do you like him?”
“No but the money is good. If the producers like the film I could make a lot more.”
“Well if you’d like to see him I guess it will be ok.”
Monday she walked around the house all day waiting too see if she would hear form Jim, at 1PM her phone buzzed she had a text. It was from Jim, my nut sack is full could use a draining any ideas? She typed back I know just the girl, what time will you be hear. Immediately he responded at 7.
She asked Jeff to go to his room. At 7 the door bell rang it was Jim with another black friend of his. They entered the apartment, “this is Rob he’s doing the filming tonight, I promised his a good fuck and a couple of blow jobs.”
“That’s fine with me honey, shall we get started.” They went to her bedroom; she closed the door and immediately started kissing Jim. Jim responded and after a few minutes with the camera rolling he asked her if she’d like to get her pussy stretched? Quickly she replied “most definitely.” She stripped down to her panties and bra and slowly turned to model it for him. She wore a lace thong in light green and matching lace bra allowing her nipples to stick out. “Do you like?” She saw the bulge in his crotch and giggled. “I guess you do uh,” pointing to his crotch. He took off his jeans and the monster sprung out. “Wow its even bigger then I remember come her and let me stroke it.”
The were on the bed kiss and groping each other, Jim took hold of her panties and pushed them down, she lay back and spread wide as to accommodate his huge cock. He slowly slipped the head in, she gasped as she felt the monster enter her. Her body was already responding, with only the head in her, her pussy was already squeezing it. “Baby I could get used to your cock really quickly.” He pushed his cock half way in, looking down at her “you are going to be getting this on a regular basis. I want my pussy to be able to accommodate me with having to put it in a few inched at a time.”
“Well if you give it to her on a regular basis she should be able to do whatever you need.”
He pushed balls deep, she moaned in ecstasy, she started wiggling her hips in small circles and pushing her pubic mound up to allow I him to get deeper. They kept this rhythm up for five or six minutes, in that time she had six wild orgasms. Suddenly he pushed deep and stiffened. “Oh baby, ugugugugu,” was all she could get out as an orgasm ripped through her like a bolt of lightning. Once again it felt like a facet had been turned on in her pussy as what seemed like a quart of cum was deposited in her.
As he rolled off her she was already sucking the head of his cock to get all his cum still in it and on it in her mouth. For the next three hours she was filmed fucking him. They had shot of her pussy squirting cum out after each time. She gave the camera man three blow joys and allowed him to fuck her ass. By midnight they were all tired and drained.
Jim told the camera man to get the stuff packed; Ann put on your panties and let’s get a drink. In the kitchen he spoke. “Babe it’s been five years of frustration until I found you. As of now you are mine you are the only woman able to take all my cock and I’m not giving that up.”
“Well that makes me and my pussy very happy as I’ve never felt a cock like yours before and have never been fucked that good in my entire life. It’s your pussy, after a few more sessions she’ll be able to accommodate him without you having to go a few inches at a time, I promise.”
“Good I’ll be back tomorrow without the camera, now just one more, no two more things. First here is another three hundred dollars; they really liked you on camera. Secondly I want you to help me find two other women who can take big cocks.”
“Ok baby but I want to be number one cunt to you.”
“You will be but I have two friends who have cocks bigger then mine, we need women to accommodate them.”
“Sweetheart I’ll give it a lot of thought and I promise I’ll get some girls. Honey just out of curiosity how big are we talking?” He saw the gleam in her eyes. “One is 15 ½ inches and the other friend is a just plane freak.”
“What means freak?”
“He’s almost 18 inches, he’s not human. Yes I’ll introduce you to them only after we have at least one girl ready. I will probably let you try him if you insist but just remember who’s pussy it is.”
“It’s yours lover.”

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Hot Massage For A Hot Mom

Hot Massage For A Hot Mom
My name is David and I am 14 years old and I live alone with my 30 year old Mom. My Dad accidentally got my Mom pregnant so they decided to get married. From what my Mom tells me my Dad was a loving and proud father but he passed away in when I was a baby leaving my Mother as my sole parent. She did the best she could but her job as an elementary school teacher didn’t provide much for us. We made due though, we bought a one bedroom rancher out in the country, it was small but we liked to think of it as cozy. What my Mom couldn’t provide for me in material possessions, she made up for with her love. She never went out at night to parties or clubs since the day I was born because she didn’t want to leave me alone at the house.
Just like her interior, her exterior was beautiful as well. Although she had the personality of a nun, she had the looks of a porn star! My Mom was RIDICULOUSLY good looking. She was a woman straight out of a horny teenager’s wet dream. My Mom was about 5’8” 135 lbs. She had voluptuous natural blonde hair, flawless slightly tanned white skin, sharp facial features, big innocent blue eyes, sleek neck, natural 36DD breasts that were as perky as A cups on a 17 year old, a skinny toned stomach and long sexy legs. But her god like ass was by far her best feature. By looking at it you would guess that my mom was 100% Latina. It was big but toned as well, you could squeeze it nicely but it could also stand its ground. To add to her natural features, she was a fitness freak. Every day after work she would jog 5 miles to the gym, work out her abs, legs and ass for a couple hours and then would jog another 5 miles until she reached home. All of this exercise kept her in impeccable condition.
The nice thing about my Mom being a teacher was that we both got summer vacation and this allowed us to spend all of summer together. Although I have always thought of my mother as beautiful, only this past summer had I begun to develop a sexual interest in her. Maybe it was because she was home all of the time or maybe it was because I had just entered that age. Either way, my desire to have sex with her was growing with each long hot summer day.
When my Mom went to the gym one day, I developed a plan to maybe get a little closer to my Mom. As I mentioned before we only had one bedroom, but my Mom bought two small beds so we wouldn’t be “sleeping together”. So I went to the bedroom and broke the bed by jumping on it and snipping some of the wires that supported it. Now I would have to sleep with my mom! She came home very tired as she always did.
“hey mom I accidentally broke my bed.” I said
“How did you do that sweetie”
“I don’t know I just lied on it and it snapped.” I lied
“oh that’s alright, it was a really old bed anyways, are you alright though honey”
“Yeah I’m fine.”
“Well we don’t have the money to replace it at the moment so I guess we are gonna have to be bunk buddies.” She said looking kind of ashamed.
“That’s fine with me Mom, and don’t worry about replacing it, we can use the money on something more important.”
She cheered up “oh thank you Davie you are so understanding.”
“No problem Mom, by the way, you look really tired do you want me to give you a massage”
“Wow that would be great honey, just let me take a shower, I don’t want to be all sweaty for you.”
I went to the bedroom, sat on the now only bed and turned on the TV. I turned it on really for no reason, the only vision I could see was me and my Mom sleeping together after the hot massage I was about to give her. I became instantly hard. A little while later my mom came in wearing a bathrobe. She looked stunning.
“Just lie down on the bed mom; I’ll take care of the rest.”
“Oh you are so sweet for doing this, Thank you it means a lot.” She said as she lied down on the bed with her back facing me.
“No problem Mom, it’s the least I could do.”
I got on top of her and slipped her robe beneath her shoulders. To my delight there were no bra straps!! My mom was completely naked under her robe!! I slid it down a little more than gently started rubbing her shoulders and back.
“oh that feels good baby.” She said dreamily
After a few minutes I slipped her robe down to her waist and started stroking the small of her slender back. I could see the sides of her big round breasts squished against the bed. I wanted to grab them so badly. I put my arms around her and started stroking her sleek stomach. I slid my hand further and further up her stomach until the side of my hands was touching her breasts. She sat up abruptly.
“Thank you sweetie but that’s enough for today, I’m going to go get changed and ready for bed.” She quickly got up and left the room.
“DAMN IT” I thought to myself “You had to get greedy David.”
She came in a few minutes later in a t shirt and sweat pants and we went to bed. I didn’t dare try sneaking in any inappropriate touches after I had almost been caught. We went to bed with our backs towards each other. I stayed awake for hours, after all how could I sleep when there was a sex goddess sleeping 2 feet next to me! When I knew my Mom was asleep I worked up my courage. I turned my body around so it was facing my Mom’s backside. I slowly reached out and slid her sweat pants down a little.
“DAMN” I thought to myself as she was wearing big granny panties. I tried sliding them down but they were stuck to her butt. I gave it another effort and jolted the down. To my relief my Mom was still peacefully sleeping. Cautiously I gently poked one of her sexy ass cheeks with my finger to see if my Mom would notice. I did this a few times before I worked up the courage to start squeezing her big sexy ass globes. I was so hard. My cock started thinking for me as it persuaded me to squeeze harder and harder. This made my Mom groan. I gasped as I noticed her hands start to move. I didn’t move my hands from her ass, I pretended to be asleep, and maybe she would think it was an accident. To my surprise she pulled her tight underwear over my hands, then pulled her sweatpants over them and then she went back to sleep. Wow she must have been in those half awake half asleep modes and must have only noticed that her ass was uncovered. I counted my blessings and then went back to work on my Mom’s god like ass. I squeezed her globes even more vividly. Then I split her ass cheeks apart and stroked my finger down the crease of her ass. I slowly made my way up to her anus and I slowly circled it with my finger.
“MMMMMMmmm” she moaned loudly but she started to stir.
I panicked and quickly pulled my hands and lied down. She sat up and said
“David was that you”
I didn’t answer as I pretended I was asleep.
“Did I imagine that” she asked herself “damn I really need to be fucked” then she went back to sleep this time she was facing me.
These words coming from my Mom’s mouth was so shocking to me. I never heard her swear or talk about sex before. It made me so horny. When I was sure she was asleep I slid my arms under her shirt and went straight to her big boobs only to find out that this time she was indeed wearing a bra. I was bolder now; hearing her say those words sent me into frenzy. I slid my hands to my mom’s back and searched for the bra hook. I found it and quickly unclipped it. I slid it off and threw it to the side of the bed. Then I started squeezing her bare breasts. I was in ecstasy. My Mom woke again. This time I had no chance to get my hands out of there, but I closed my eyes and pretended to quietly snore.
“hmm, poor kid must be having a wet dream about some girl he likes. I don’t wanna embarrass him, I’ll just pretend like I was asleep the whole time.”
She went to sleep with her back facing me; she left my hands on her breasts and continued to let me squeeze them.
The next morning I woke up and found a note on the fridge. It read
“hey honey I gotta go to school to help close the school for summer vacation, after I’m going to go to the gym like always, there’s pizza in the fridge. I’ll be home around 8 love Mom.”
I ran through the events of last night, it was the greatest night of my life. The best thing wasn’t how I got to touch my Mom wherever I wanted; it was that she didn’t stop me. Either she was just really trusting, or deep down she wanted it too. I wanted to test my theory. When she got home I would convince her to let me give her a long full body massage and see if I could get her hot.
I spent the rest of the day watching tv, eating and doing some chores but all I could think of was having sex with my Mom. I didn’t want to masturbate because I wanted to save it in case my Mom was down for sex. The day went agonizingly slow as I was counting down the hours before my Mom came home. The door finally opened at about 8:30 as my Mom came home.
“Mom you’ve had a really long day let me give you a massage.” I said before realizing that this sounded really desperate.
“Uhmm okay honey.” She said, much more cautiously than yesterday
I tried calming myself down a bit but then this slipped out “Mom you don’t have to wear anything, just come into the room naked it would be easier for me to operate.”
“David that is inappropriate.” She said in a very stern voice “I’m starting to think that you are getting a little too excited about this massage business, forget the massage I will be fine.”
“NO, no please Mom, let me give you a massage.” I said desperately before I finally gathered myself “sorry I just thought that it might be more comfortable for you. Wear whatever you want but I feel like I should massage you because you do so much for me, I owe it to you.”
This softened her up “okay honey, I’m gonna grab a shower I will be right there.”
After about 15 minutes she entered the room with her robe on. I wanted to ask her if she had underwear on underneath but I quickly thought better of it.
“Ok lie down Mom, I am going to give you a long massage, I need to do your legs too because you run so much, I don’t want you getting cramps.”
“Uhm ok, but your not allowed to go any higher than my quads.” She said sternly
She lied down and I once again rolled her robe down to her waist.
“Fuck” I whispered to myself as I her wearing a very conservative bra.
I massaged her shoulders for a while to get her relaxed before I asked
“Mom your bra is really getting in the way do you mind if unhook the straps”
“Sure honey.” She said in a dream like way, my massage was really lowering her defenses. I unhooked her bra and threw it to the floor. This brought her back to her senses and she asked
“Why did you take it all off I thought only the straps were getting in your way”
“Uhmm, I don’t know what I was thinking mom, but let’s just leave it there I don’t really feel like getting up to get it right now.”
She didn’t say anything, I took this as a yea and continued. Now I started massaging her feet and slowly working my way up. I rapidly moved past her calves, slid her robe up and promptly started massaging her toned upper leg. I took her robe off completely now and tossed it aside. She once again said nothing. This time she wasn’t wearing her granny underwear, she was wearing a sexy little black thong that was almost entirely sunk in her beautiful ass. I couldn’t help myself I started heavily massaging her baby-smooth ass cheeks.
“No not there honey.” She said dreamily, not in the stern tone as before.
I listened to her; I moved up her body once again and started stroking the small of her back. This made her purr. I took my shirt off and pressed my athletic body gently on top of hers. I waved my nose through her voluptuous hair and I moved my lips down and started softly kissing her neck. She purred again. We both now knew that this was no longer a massage. I kissed her down her back until I got to her ass. I kissed each cheek then went fishing for her thong string. I corralled it with my mouth and tore it off. I started licking her anal, she moaned just like she did the night before. This time she knew that she wasn’t imagining it.
“Oh david. Keep Going.” She moaned.
I left her ass and went back to kissing her neck. She turned around and I started kissing her throat and worked my way up to her lips. After softly kissing her lips she opened them and we started passionately kissing. While kissing her I started circling her beautiful nipples with my fingers making them even harder. I moved my mouth on to her right nipple and I moved my hand down to her wet pussy and starting slowly fingering it. With my other hand I found her ass hole and circled it gently. I knew that this would get any woman wet. My Mom was no exception. She moaned
“ohhhh Davie, Daaaaavieeee.”
I freed my hand momentarily to slip my pants off to expose my nice 7 inch cock.
“Oh yes fuck me david, I haven’t been fucked in sooo long.” She moaned
Hearing my Mom say this sent me into a lustful frenzy, but then a thought occurred.
“But Mom we don’t have any condoms.”
“DAVID FUCK ME!!” she screamed “I have some morning after pills that I will tomorrow. SO FUCK ME PLEEEEAAASE!!”
She didn’t have to tell me twice I started slowly pumping my dick in and out of her pussy. It was so tight and warm, this must be how being on ecstasy feels like. I moved my mouth from her breast to her mouth and we once again started passionately making out. I continued to circle her anus with one of my hands and I started squeezing her left breast with my other.
“oooooooooooh that feels so gooooood!”
I started to fuck her faster and faster until I pushed her over the top.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHH DAVIE.” She screamed as her juices flowed freely from her vagina. “even your father never made me cum like that.” She said as she lied down beside me. She noticed my erect penis.
“OHHH I’m sorry honey, I didn’t wait for you. Well I know how to make up for it, get up.”
I did as I was told and got up, my 7 inch dick was still hard. She bent got down on her knees in front of me. I knew what was coming and boy was I ecstatic. She kissed the head of my dick with her lips and started enveloping my penis into her mouth. I looked at her beautiful blue eyes which were looking up at me. They had changed from wholesome and innocent to sexy and lustful; she wanted my body as much as I wanted hers. Oh it felt so good, her warm mouth on my penis. I only wish it lasted longer. I soon blew up in my mom’s mouth.
“Shit sorry Mom”
“mmhh no problem honey.” She said as she gladly swallowed all of my cum.
“That didn’t last long did it.” She said
“I think I still owe you.” She got down in front of me on all fours. “Whenever you’re ready Sweetheart.”
I had to take some time to recover but the sight right in front of me sure did speed things up. I was looking directly at my Mom’s ass which she was trying her best to push out as far as possible. Looking at her god like ass in this position made me almost instantly hard again. My Mom looked so hot on all fours that I had to admire her beauty in awe before I could fuck her. But fuck her I did. I moved my hard dick into her pussy. This time felt even better than before because her luscious ass cheeks were cushioning my every blow to her pussy. I slid my hands down to her stomach and slid them up to her breasts. I grabbed them hard for leverage. My Mom winced in pain. This wasn’t as pleasure filled as the first position for her but she felt like she owed me for making her cum. I took the favor gladly. I pounded her faster and faster, her breasts were rocking like crazy. But they weren’t going anywhere because I was gripping them so tightly. They were so big and soft and malleable, I couldn’t believe that they were so naturally perky. I fucked her for much longer than the first time, it seemed like forever before I finally exploded in her pussy, but boy did I ever cum. My mom collapsed and I fell right on top of her.
“ohhhh your amazing honey.” She whispered, she was clearly tired.
“thanks mom, so does this mean we can do this every night.”
“oh baby, all night and all day. Who needs the gym when you can get workouts like this right at home.”
We both laughed
“Mom, then you are going to need A LOT more morning after pills eh”
We laughed again
“yeahhh” she said dreamily
And before I knew it my dick was slowly sliding into her pussy again.

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The Bastard is Fucking my WIFE

The Bastard’s Fucking my WIFE!
I came out to my car to go to work. I noticed a thick letter under my wiper blade. I got in my car and opened it. Here’s what the letter said:
—–
Dear Sir:
“I think it’s time I let you know that I have been lusting for your wife Liz, for a long time now. I can’t tell you who I am. I’ll just say I’m Mr. X, but I see her every day as we work at the same place. Many men work here so you’ll never know who I am. I see her and I start getting an erection. To me, she is the hottest woman I‘ve ever seen. She’s friendly, sweet smile and those big tits look so lickable. I like her legs and such a nice ass. I love her blond hair, so sexy, and when she walks it swings across her shoulders.
It started out with just some business talk, while we walked, but when our eyes met, we both paused and had ‘that’ kind of reaction to each other. My dick and her pussy got a charge that made us suddenly take a breath. She started fanning herself with her pretty hand, and I put my hand in my pocket to pull back my erection. She stopped talking to me mid sentence…and looked at me in a strange way.
We both began to breathe hard. Our eyes froze on each other. We both knew we should….. just turn and walk away, but we just couldn‘t. No one was around and there were no cameras in the corner of that dead end hall. We just both ended up walking there. Maybe we both knew it was hidden and private there, I don’t know. I leaned against the corner, closed my eyes and whispered: (“we need to go back to work, but my legs won’t move.”) then I smiled. She smiled so sexy and stepped forward to me and messed with my shirt, playing with my top button. She unbuttoned it and took one finger and played with my chest. She whispered: (“why do we always want the things we can’t have?”)
She paused, looked around and continued: (“…I have to admit, I’ve been noticing you for quite a long while. You always smell so good, and that ….well…a…it gets ’things’ flowing inside me. Of course we ’should’ just walk away from this, were both married and…..and…could you …just ….(gasp)….hold me for a minute.”)
I held her for the shortest minute in the world. I smelled her hair and she felt my hips. She stepped back and fanned herself, I held my boner back in my pocket, and she smiled at me and adjusted her panties. We walked away.
We both trembled in our stomachs, as we went back to work. My heart pounded as I felt the hot flashes from our little meeting. I had to have her.
Liz told me later……
My pussy stayed wet all day, all I could think about was us getting together and how glorious the sex would be. I had to have him.
—–
I had to stop reading. The letter was making me so fucking mad, but yet I had a huge boner. I put the letter in my coat pocket, and went to work. At lunch time, I went out to my car and continued reading the letter.
———–
Mr. X, continued……
Damn…Liz was messing with my mind bad. I knew she wanted me too now, and I had to find a way for us to have an affair. Day after day went by and we kept meeting in our little spot at the end of the hall. She stopped wearing a bra and panties. She wore a thick sweater over her blouse, buttoned to hide her hard nipples sticking out. I wore a shop coat to help hide my constant boners.
At our meetings, our hands went crazy feeling each other. Up under the sweater and her blouse my hands went. I felt the most beautiful, warm tits in the world. She could un zip me fast now and feel my warm boner. She would quick bend down and give me quick suck on the head of my dick. We would have to stop and calm down before returning to work. WHEN and WHERE… were our thoughts all day long.
———–
I had to stop reading again. I couldn’t go into work with a big boner. This guy was my fucking with my wife!…and I was getting a boner reading about her affaire! I thought about tonight. First fucking her real good, then shoving the letter in her face!…or just packing her shit and throwing her out. I could try and find this ’Mr. X’ and do some ass kick’in on him and her too!!!
After work I was back in my car to keep reading.
———
Mr. X, continued…..
I had to find a empty conference room, a store room, a place for us.
I got it!
…my SUV. I had blacked out windows and I knew where to park next door at a closed business. Now I knew where, next was when. I told Liz at our little spot. She gasp real big and said quietly: (“after work!…I want you right after work!”)
I pulled up to the back door to our offices, Liz came out all excited, got in and laid a kiss on me that made me see stars. Our hearts both pounded together and our breath went away. She took my hand and put it on her tits. I finally got to feel those beautiful tits freely. Her hand went for my instant boner, and squeezed it so good. I had to stop us so I could drive next door and park.
We scrambled to get in the back. I already had the seats down and a big soft thick pad and blanket in place. As we laid down her hands pulled at my belt to undo it. I ran my hand under her skirt to take off her panties. She had none on. Her mouth was on my dick in a flash, licking and sucking. I had her skirt up and was diving in to taste the pussy I had dreamed about.
Dual moans filled our ears and fast breathing. She was so wet, my tongue quivered as it sunk in her slit. I felt her soft lips around the head of my dick, making all wet. “..now …now…now , she said and turned around and put my dick in her warm pussy. We kissed with our tongues sinking deep in us. I held both her bare tits under her blouse and bra. Her pussy was nice and tight as my boner pushed in as deep as it would go. We began to moan loud and tremble. All I remember her saying was “OH YES BABY!!!” Our body’s took over fucking us deep and fast. Our moans got louder as her sweet legs wrapped around me. The SUV began to rock violently as we were out of control fucking. My balls hurt already from being so full for so long. She squeezed my dick over and over with her pussy, a moan with each squeeze. We both felt like we would black out. It was here. We locked our body’s up and yelled our moans. She shook hard with her climax as I unloaded a huge shot of cum in her.
Our hips were fucking us fast and deep. We both kissed every where on our faces fast. The cum kept jolting us with each shot. We tried to suck air, but it was gone, used up moaning so loud. Her pussy kept squeezing my dick as she moved her pussy around on my dick. Cum was every where, flowing between her legs and all over us. Our voices let out little noises of pure pleasure, over and over again. We still jumped with my dick and her pussy still trying to cum. We lay in a steam bath of heat in the SUV. We lay there for longest time.
It was dark now. We lay locked together. We still felt little pulses from my dick and her pussy. I barely remember letting her out of the SUV, I was in like a trance of euphoria. I watched her wobble to her car, She was so beautiful, even with her hair all crazy looking.
I think we belong together Sir, you may want to plan for a different future for yourself.
I have to have her.”
Mr. X
When I got home, I was shaking, holding the letter in my hand. I was raging… MAD !!!
I was met by at the door by Liz. She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered:
(“…so…how did you like my new little porn story I wrote and left on your windshield?”)

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The Kingdom ch. 01

The Kingdom Ch. 01
Prince Atheling took careful aim with his crossbow and let the bolt fly. The poor pigeon never had a chance as the bolt struck it and it tumbled out of the sky. But as it did, it fluttered down behind the grove of bushes that lined the bottom of the castle wall.
Stepping over to the bushes, he parted them with his hands and stepped inside to search for the bird. The growth was thick and he had to fight his way through the bushes as he looked for the bird. Then, moving over to castle wall where the growth wasn’t quite as thick, he stepped down the wall searching for his bird. As he moved along, he saw a loophole in the wall. Wondering what in looked in on, he stepped over and peered through it.
What he saw would haunt him to his dying day and change the whole land around him. The fiery spasm of perverse excitement that fired off in his brain made him dizzy as he gawked in the loophole in stunned silence.
It was his mother, Queen Ides. And she was naked! Naked and standing in a big, copper tub while her hand maid stood beside her running a soapy washcloth over the queen’s naked body. He knew that his mother had a beautiful face but the rest of her body had remained a mystery to him. He had heard it said that the queen was one of the most beautiful women in the land and what he now saw convinced him that the rumors had been right. She was exquisitely beautiful, he told himself as he stared on in reverent awe.
She stood with her back facing the loophole. Her breasts were so large, Atheling could see their rounded sides extending out beyond her arms. Her ebony black hair hung down in wet strands, the curled tips just brushing the rounded slope of her shoulders. Atheling let his eyes wander down the sweep of her back, down to the cheeks of her perfect ass. Letting his hungry eyes explore the unrivaled beauty of her ass, he imagined that it had to have been carved out of the purest, white alabaster by the hand of a master sculptor. And below it, her long, shapely legs swooped and curved down and down until they were hidden behind the copper tub. Atheling stared on in worshipful reverence, watching as soap bubbles slowly slithered down the sweep of her graceful back and legs. While his mother’s body partially blocked his view of the handmaid, he could see that the handmaid was running the washcloth over his mother’s big, jutting breasts.
Guiltily, he could feel his big his prick growing hard as he peeked in at his mother. But he had no control over it. His body was built to react in a certain way in the presence of such beauty, and it was performing as designed. Even if it was his mother who was generating such a depraved response.
His heart was pounding, his mouth was as dry as the Sahara, and his hands were trembling from the rush of adrenaline that was pouring through his bloodstream as he gaped on. Just then, as he watched on with expectant anticipation, his mother slowly turned and faced the loophole.
She stood facing him with her eyes closed as he feasted his eyes on her beautiful face and body. While he did, her handmaiden was slowly wiping the soapy cloth his mother’s back.
As she had turned, his eyes had been immediately drawn from her face down to the two perfect, white breasts dangling down from her chest. They were exquisite! He had seen breasts before, but never any of such incomparable size and beauty. Comparing her breasts to the breasts he had seen before was like comparing apples to melons. It was obvious that the same master sculptor that had sculpted her perfect ass had molded her exquisite breasts. The only difference was the white alabaster he had chosen for her breasts was laced with faint veins of blue. And the sculptor had tipped each of the magnificent sculptures with a perfectly round circle of a darker pink. Then, as a crowning touch, he had topped each of them off with a jutting nipple of purple. The beautiful sculptures were monuments to the personification of femininity and womanhood.
Finally able to tear his eyes away from the jiggling, bobbing giants, he ran his eyes down over the softly rounded swell of her abdomen. It wasn’t hard and flat like the bellies of the hardworking wenches he had enticed into the stables, but its slight roundness made her seem just that much more exotic. More alluring. More sensual.
At last his eyes swept down over the V of her belly and the tangle of damp, black curls that covered it. The rumors didn’t do her justice, he sickly thought. She wasn’t one of the most beautiful women in the land, she was THE most beautiful woman in the land . . . maybe even in the whole wide world.
As he gawked on with reverent awe, he watched his mother, the queen slowly bend down and grasp hold of the rounded edge of the copper tub. Resting her weight on her hands, she slowly inched her long legs apart. As she did, Atheling saw the handmaiden’s hands appear up between the queen’s widespread legs. The hand slowly slipped up through the queen’s legs with a finger extended and found the queen’s large, swollen clit. Then, Atheling thought his fully hardened prick was going to explode as he watched the girl stick out two fingers and ease them up into the queen’s cunt. Was this where the title “handmaiden” came from, he dizzily wondered, watching the girl slide her fingers in and out of the queen sopping pussy. Watching the handmaiden rub her finger back and forth across the queen’s swollen clit as she fucked the queen’s cunt with her fingers was the most perversely exciting thing he’d ever seen.
Watching his mother’s giant tits bobble up and down as the girl fucked her with her fingers, Atheling dug his hand down into his britches and hauled out his big, stiff prick. He couldn’t believe this was all happening as he stroked his cock and watched his mother, the queen getting fucked by her handmaiden. This was his mother, the queen. The very epitome of purity and virtue in his eyes. And she was letting her handmaiden fuck her with her fingers. It was all just too much.
He could feel the cum down in his balls beginning to bubble and boil as he continued to whack his cock while he watched.
All at once, his mother’s head flew back. She let out a loud, gasping grunt and her whole body began to shake and shiver. Then her hips began to bob up and down as she fucked the handmaiden’s fingers while they slid in and out of her cunt.
This went on for the longest time, until at last, he saw the grimace melt off his mother’s pretty face and her hips ground to a slow stop. As they did, the handmaiden eased her fingers out of the queen’s pussy and swirled them around in the soapy water to wash away the goo that covered them.
That did it for Atheling as he felt his peter lurch and spurt out a giant wad of cum onto the castle wall.
As Atheling’s continued to jerk and spurt out more and more thick, gooey cum, he watched as his mother pushed up off the edge of the tub and stood back up. Her massive breasts floundered about wildly as she stepped out of the tub and then walked out of his line of sight.
At last his cock stopped spurting and began to soften. Stuffing it back in his pants, he stumbled back out of the bushes and headed back to his room with the image of his beautiful mother dancing in his head.
From that day forward, young Prince Atheling spent a goodly portion of his time spying on the queen whenever the opportunity presented itself.
Then one day another even more lurid display of lewdness unfolded before his eyes.
His mother was bathing, alone this time. She was sitting in the copper tub slowly running a soapy washcloth over her gigantic tits as Atheling stood watching and slowly working his hand up and down his big, rock-hard cock. Then Atheling heard a sound. It came from out of his line of sight so he couldn’t see what made the sound. But he saw his mother turn her head to the side and smile. From his loophole, Atheling initially couldn’t see what had caused the smile but he quickly found out, as his father, the king came walking up to the tub where his mother sat. His father said something to the queen, but Atheling couldn’t make out what he said.
Just then, the queen slowly laid the washcloth on the edge of the tub and reached out to the front of the king’s britches. Looking up at the king with a mischievous smile on her pretty lips, she began to unbutton the buttons running down the front of the king’s breeches. Atheling could see the big bulge thrusting out against his father’s pants as his mother’s finger’s crawled downward over it. Then when she unbuttoned the last button, she slowly spread the king’s breeches open and his big, limp prick flopped out into the open.
Atheling heard the queen murmur something, but couldn’t make out the words as he watched her take his father’s cock in her hand and slowly lift it up to her mouth. What was she doing, he giddily wondered? Was she going to put his father’s cock in her mouth? He’d never heard of such a thing, but it sent a shiver of excitement trickling through his own cock as he watched. Then he saw his mother open her mouth and slowly, sensually ease the big, purple head of the king’s cock into her mouth. Atheling jerked his hand away from his cock not wanting to shoot his wad before he saw what was going to happen next.
The queen kept leaning forward easing her lips down the flaccid shaft of the king’s cock until at last, her full, red lips were encircling its thick, hairy base. She had the whole damned thing inside her mouth, Atheling giddily thought. The whole thing! He couldn’t believe it. Then he saw the queen’s cheeks hollow as she began to suck on the king’s cock. As she did, the king reached down and lovingly ran his pudgy fingers through her damp, black hair.
Atheling watched on in an envious daze as the queen eagerly sucked on the king’s peter. Time seemed to fly by and it seemed to be only a matter of seconds before the king’s prodigious peter was jutting out in front of him stiff and hard.
Now the queen had her hands wrapped around the jutting monster as she hungrily devoured it with her mouth. As she gobbled away, the king curled his fingers down into the queen’s hair and began working his fat ass back and forth while he slowly fucked the queen’s pretty face. As the king’s big dick slid in and out between the queen’s lips, she ran her hands around to his ass, clutching it, pushing and pulling on it to control the tempo of the lewd act.
Was he going to come in her mouth, Atheling wondered? Was the queen going to let him shoot his wad in her mouth? The king’s ass moved back and forth faster and faster until all of a sudden, he jerked back and pulled his spit-covered peter out of her mouth. Then he reached down and took hold of her hands.
Atheling watched on as she struggled to her feet in the tub. Streams of bubbly water coursed down her exquisite body as the king let go of her hands and pushed his pants down his hairy legs. Stepping out of them, he took the queen’s hand as she stepped out of the tub. Atheling watched her mammoth breasts quiver and bob as the king led her toward her big, queen-sized, four poster bed. The king’s big, stiff peter jutted out in front of him, flouncing up and down wildly as he shuffled toward the bed.
Reaching the bed, the queen immediately crawled up on it and rolled over onto her back. Atheling watched on in an envious rage as she quickly spread her legs apart and fingered her pussy open. Now she was open and ready for the king as he quickly crawled up between her outstretched legs. If only it were me she was inviting down between her legs, Atheling jealously thought as the king grabbed hold of his cock and aimed it down at the gaping hole between her legs. If only that was my cock, Atheling resentfully thought as he watched the king mount her and slide his big peter down inside the queen’s greedy cunt.
Atheling couldn’t watch anymore. He wanted her so badly he ached all over as he stuffed his cock back in his pants and stumbled back out of the bushes. There had to be a way, he told himself. A way to get the queen mother into his bed. He wouldn’t be able to rest until he did.
His delusional fixation on his mother grew with each passing day until it became an obsession with him. And as his obsession with his mother grew, his hate for his father, the king grew on a proportional scale. He was tottering on the brink of insanity when he finally decided he had to act . . .
~
Prince Atheling’s big, black war-horse went clattering across the drawbridge and out into the bailey of the castle. Reining the behemoth to a stop, he tossed the reins down to the groom waiting for him and dropped to his feet by the giant horse. Patting the horse’s lathered neck, he turned and quickly strode across the stone floor toward the castle entrance.
Stepping inside, he saw that everyone was dressed in black. Every one was grieving for the lately departed king. His father, good King Enclaus, had been killed by a bolt from a crossbow in the recent battle of Hastings. Too bad, Prince Atheling smiled to himself, finding little incentive to mourn the passing of his father. His father’s death had conveniently opened up a whole new world to Prince Atheling. And soon, he would no longer be Prince Atheling! He would be christened King Atheling. The new king and it would be him ruling the land, not his poor, deceased father. Then, at last, he would finally be able to quiet the insistent craving that he had carried with him for so long.
The only thing nagging the prince was the little sliver of guilt he felt. How could the bolt from his crossbow go so far wide? It was almost as if the bolt had a mind of its own and had flown straight for his father’s heart. And how could he have known of the chink in his father’s mail that had been weakened by the hand of someone close to the king? How could he, the best crossbowman in the land have his shot go so wrong? Why if one didn’t know better, one would say that he did it on purpose. And now, it was his destiny to take over the land. Take his father’s place. Take over the land and the king’s possessions. All of the old king’s possessions . . .
Just then, Prince Atheling saw his mother, Queen Ides come striding toward him with tears streaming down her pretty face. She was dressed in a long, flowing, black cote-hardie and he couldn’t keep from dropping his eyes down to her bounteous bosom as it floundered about under the dress. The sweeping neckline of the black, velvet dress revealed the tops of her large breasts and seemed to magnify their size and volume. And the fact that her breasts were filled with breast milk made Prince Atheling even more determined to have them as his own.
“Oh, my son,” she blubbered out, stepping up to him and wrapping her arms around him.
The prince reveled in the feel of her bosom crushed against his chest as he slowly wrapped his arms around her to return her hug.
“I’m so sorry, mother,” Prince Atheling lied, crocodile tears streaming down his cheeks as he pulled her to him. “I wish that it had been me instead of him . . .”
“No, no, you mustn’t think that, my son. What is done is done. Now we must move on,” she wept, stepping back and daintily dabbing at her tear-stained cheek with a black, silk handkerchief. “I can only be thankful that the both of you weren’t taken from me.”
“You still have a part of him,” Prince Atheling said, reaching out and wiping away a big tear off her cheek with the back of a finger. “You have Prince Gothling . . . and me . . .”
“Yes, I know and if you’ll excuse me, my Lord, I must go to the prince now,” she told him, stepping back away from him. “It is time for his feeding . . .”
“We’ll talk later, my Queen,” he mumbled watching her turn away from him.
Then he stood watching the sway of her long, black dress as she quickly made her way over to the nursery maid who stood holding little Prince Gothling. Nursing time, he thought, watching the queen lead the maid across the main hall toward her quarters. Enjoy your time with your other son while you may, my mother, he said to himself. For Prince Gothling’s remaining time on this earth is short . . .
In a week’s time, the coronation of Prince Atheling was over and he was now the king of the land. After he was king, he systematically set about replacing his father’s men with ones he knew were loyal to himself. Finally, there was only one last detail left that he needed to take care of. Prince Gothling! Prince Gothling, his brother, was his last threat to the throne. And that threat had to be removed . . .
He sent a message to Baron Sade, his most trusted and loyal friend inviting him to join him in his chambers . . .
“Baron, my friend,” the king smiled, motioning for the Baron to take a seat in the ornate chair that sat by the roaring fire. “I’ve brought you here to ask a great favor of you.”
“Yes, my sire?” the baron asked, smiling and taking the gold goblet of wine that the king offered him. “What can a lowly baron do for my king?”
“I have a task for you that calls for a most discrete handling,” the king said, stepping over to the other chair sitting by the fireplace. “I would do it myself, but it would be so, so unkingly, shall we say.”
“What is this task, my sire?” the baron asked, taking a sip of wine.
“It is one for which you will be well rewarded for, my liege,” the king smiled.
“What my sire? What? The suspense is killing me,” the baron asked.
“Prince Gothling!” the king stated.
The baron looked back at him with a puzzled look on his face. “Prince Gothling? I don’t understand my Lord.”
“I need someone to remove the last challenge to my throne . . .”
“You—you mean—you mean kill Prince Gothling?” the baron choked out his face turning an ashen white.
“Yes, that is what I mean! And the rank of earl will be yours when the job is done.”
Atheling could almost hear the wheels turning inside the baron’s head as the color slowly seeped back into his face.
“Earl! Earl of Sade? That does have a nice ring to it, doesn’t it,” the baron smiled, the shock of the request seemingly dissipated by the promise of the new rank.
“Then you’ll do this for me?” the king asked, taking another sip of wine.
“Consider it done, my sire,” the baron said, lifting his goblet in a salute to the king. “Your wish is my command . . .”
The next morning, the king rose early and went out to his throne.
The wait was short as he heard a horrifying scream rent the air of the castle. The scream came from the queen’s quarters and he immediately knew that the baron, no, make that the Earl of Sade had been successful.
Just then, the door to the queen’s chamber’s crashed open and the queen came staggering out carrying the lifeless body of Prince Gothling in her arms.
“He is dead!” she screamed. “Dead! Who would kill such a dear child?”
Just then, her eyes found his. A momentary look of hate flitted across her face and she held the baby out toward him.
“He’s dead . . .” she groaned out, dropping to her knees and clutching the child to her bosom.
Now she’ll need someone else to suckle those big breasts, he sickly thought. And I know just the person to take over for poor, Prince Gothling.
The king let his mother mourn the loss of her son for a week before he put his plan into motion. After the week passed, he sent a note to her asking her to join him in his quarters. And to bring milk with her for he was thirsting for a drink of milk.Sitting by the fireplace, King Atheling sipped on a goblet of wine as he waited for his mother to respond to his request. The roaring fire had taken the chill off the room as the brisk winds of winter blew outside. Snow had begun to fall and was now beginning to stick to the ground. It promised to be a day that would drive a person inside, he told himself, smiling in anticipation of what he had planned to occupy himself on this cold, blustery day.
When he heard the light knock on the door, he set his goblet down and slowly walked to the door. Pulling it open, he saw his mother standing in the hall with a jug of milk in her hands.
“Come in, Mother,” he said, stepping aside and waving his hand in a flourish to welcome her inside.
“I’ve brought your milk, my sire,” she murmured, stepping inside as the king closed the door behind her.
“I see you have,” Atheling said, “Put it on the table and come sit.”
He watched her slowly step to the table and set the jug on it. Then he motioned to the same chair that the Earl of Sade had sat in on that auspicious day that he had agreed to kill Prince Gothling.
As she sat down, Atheling strolled over to the other chair and sat down facing her.
“I am lonely, Mother and I have decided to take a queen to ease that loneliness,” he smiled, taking a tiny sip of wine.
“Oh,” she murmured. “Who? Who is to be your new queen?”
“I have decided to invoke my kingly right to succession,” he said, watching her as she looked back at him with a puzzled look on her face. “Invoke my right to take the hand of the old king’s queen.”
“What?” she gasped.
“I have no need for another queen,” the prince smiled, letting his eyes stray down to her bosom, then back to her ashen face. “I have my mother to stand by my side as my queen . . .”
Her hand flew up to her throat as she looked at him with a fearful, confused look on her pretty face.
“Me? Your mother? Your mother as your queen?” she gasped. “How can that be?”
“I am the king, mother! I can do anything I please . . .” he grinned. “Anything I please . . . and it would be best if one didn’t forget that . . .”
“Yes, my sire,” she mumbled, staring at him with a shocked look on her face.
Then Atheling pushed himself up out of the chair and purposefully stepped over to the table. He could see that his revelation had unsettled her as he reached out and picked up the jug of milk.
As she sat watching him, he slowly tipped the jug. The white milk poured out onto the floor, splashing and sending white droplets flying all over, some of them even splattering onto her dress.
“My sire,” she gasped, staring down at the milk as it spread out over the floor. “Why? You . . . you told me to bring milk.”
“Come, my Mother,” he said, placing the empty jug on the table and stepping over to where she sat. “Did you really think I wanted cow’s milk when I can have mother’s milk!”
“What, what do you mean?” she asked as he stood smugly looking down at her.
Atheling reached down to her and slowly ran his fingers over the swell of her bosom. “This is the milk I thirst for, Mother.”
Ides gasped, staring down at her son’s hand as it brushed across her heaving bosom.
“You can’t . . . you can’t . . . I can’t . . . not that,” she whimpered, starting to push his hand away, but thinking better of it.
“Yes, Mother, I can,” he told her kneeling to the floor in front of her. “Remember, Mother, dear, I am the king, and I can do as I wish.”
Then, as she stared down at his hand, she watched as he began to unbutton the bodice of her dress.
“This is . . . you can’t . . . please . . .” she begged as he continued to slowly move his fingers down the front of her dress unbuttoning button after button. “I am your mother . . .”
“But I am also your king . . .” Atheling reminded her. “And you have milk that is going to waste. You have no one to give it to . . . And what can be wrong with giving your milk to your own son? Just as you did, lo those long years ago.”
“Please, my king, please, don’t do this,” she begged.
Finally Atheling’s fingers stopped moving down her dress which was now unbuttoned all the way down to her waist.
Looking down, she could see that his fingers were trembling as he delicately pinched the material between his fingers and thumbs and slowly began to spread her dress open.
She couldn’t stop the blush of red that painted her face as Atheling spread her dress open to reveal the two ripened melons jutting out from her chest. They were exquisite examples of motherhood as they hung down from her chest, heavy and laden with mother’s milk.
Atheling had never seen a pair of breasts so beautiful as he gawked down at the drooping treasures. So full, so ripe like two melons ready to be harvested. Melons filled with the nectar of the gods. Nectar to quench the thirst that he had endured for so long. He had thought them to be big before, but now, heavily laden with breast milk, they were huge.
And now they were his. Cherished prizes to feast his eyes on and his to bring forth the liquid treasure they held.
King Atheling slowly ran the tips of his fingers over his mother’s sagging udders, marveling in their smooth softness.
“So beautiful . . .” he whispered, gently fingering the swollen, purple nipple that jutted out of the center of the darkened tip of one giant breast.
“Please, my king, please don’t do this . . .” she wept as tears began to flow down her cheeks and drip down off her jaws onto her quivering breasts.
“But I must, Mother,” he murmured. “We mustn’t let the treasure they hold go to waste. I must taste your sweet mother’s milk once again. Taste it and drink from your beautiful breast just as I did so long ago.”
As he spoke, Atheling gently cupped the tear-slickened breast and slowly lifted it up to his mouth.
“Please, my king . . .” she begged watching him purse his lips around the big, jutting nipple.
Atheling began to gently suck on the swollen pap. As he did, milk began to flow from it. Slowly at first, the sweet milk trickled out into his mouth as he savored its rich sweetness. As he suckled her, she wept, her sobs making her other udder quiver and bobble beside his face. The flow of milk flowing out into his mouth slowly became thicker and thicker as he sucked harder and harder.
Finally, Atheling let go of his mother’s nipple and kissed his way down into the valley between her big, milk-laden breasts and up onto her other quivering breast. As he did, milk continued to trickle out of the nipple he had just suckled. The white liquid ran down the rounded under slope of her breast and down onto her heaving belly to where it was soaked up by her dress. But it went unseen by him as he pursed his lips around her other nipple and began to suck on it.
His mother continued to weep as he drank his fill of her sweet mother’s milk. At last, he was finished with her breasts. Then, as she continued to sniffle and try to choke back the tears, Atheling pushed up to his feet in front of her. Looking down at her, he watched as she ran the backs of her hands across her tear-stained cheeks trying to wipe away the tears.
“My britches,” Atheling said to her. “Open my britches, Mother.”
Her mouth dropped open as she stared up at him in disbelief.
“No—no—you can’t—not that,” she gasped.
“Open my britches, Mother,” he said, watching a look of revulsion wash across her face. “Open my britches and find your king’s gift to you. I wish to repay your generous offering of milk with a gift of my own milk.”
“No—no—I can’t—” she wept, her eyes dropping down to the bulge jutting out in the front of his britches.
“You must, my queen,” he told her, reaching down and roughly grasping her hand in his. “I am your king. It is your duty as queen to please your king . . .”
Just then, he lifted her hand and shoved it up against the bulge.
“No—no—please, my king,” she pleaded as he held her trembling hand thrust against his hard, throbbing cock.
“Feel it? Feel what your beauty has done to it! It is you who have done this to me. It is you that has made it hard and swollen,” he snarled. “Now you must take it and make it soft once again.”
“Oh, my Lord, please, please don’t do this thing. It’s, it’s sacrilege . . .” she wept.
“Open my britches, my queen,” he told her, a hint of anger creeping into his voice.
More tears were streaming down her cheeks dropping down onto her quivering breasts as she wept. Then finally, her trembling fingers crept up to the button at the top of his britches. Sobbing plaintively, she slowly pushed the button through the buttonhole. Then with a look of fear, she slowly spread open his pants. As she did, Atheling’s big, hard penis sprang out into the open.
He heard the sharp intake of breath as his mother stared at the giant, evil creature bobbing up and down in front of her face.
“Touch it, my queen,” Atheling told her, stepping closer. “Touch your king’s royal scepter.”
“I can’t—please, I can’t,” she sobbed. “I’m your mother . . . please don’t make me do this . . .”
“But you’re my queen; too,” he told her, inching even closer. “And it is your duty to please your king!”
Then, he grabbed hold of her trembling hand again and roughly thrust it against his twitching cock.
“Touch it and feel its power,” he said, holding her shaking hand against his cock. “Wouldn’t you like to feel that power down between your legs. Feel its power filling your cunt . . .”
“Please—please—please—” she pleaded, straining to pull her hand away from his cock.
“But you must, my queen . . . it is my command . . . and you know what happens to those who disobey the king’s commands, don’t you,” he told her, straining to hold her hand against his penis.
As the threat sank in, he felt her slowly stop resisting.
“Hold it,” he ordered her. “Hold it in your hand and fondle it.”
“Please, please, my king, don’t . . . don’t make me do this,” she wept.
But even as she spoke her little hand slowly curled around the thick shaft of his jutting cock.
“Is it bigger?” he asked her, thrusting his cock at her. “Is it bigger than my father’s cock was?”
“Yes—yes,” she hissed. “Yes, it is bigger than your father’s . . .”
Yes, he arrogantly thought. He was bigger than his father was, and now he was going to lay claim to the treasure that his father had hoarded all the long years. Now that treasure that lay down between her pretty legs was waiting for him. Waiting for him to take it as his own.
“Kiss it,” he commanded. “Kiss the royal scepter with your lips . . .”
“No—I can’t,” she whined.
“But you must . . . you must show it respect before it enters your sacred chalice,” he scoffed. “Show it the same respect that you showed to father’s royal scepter. Surely you didn’t disrespect father’s scepter, did you?”
“No—no—I didn’t disrespect your father,” she whimpered. “I did touch it that way . . . to please him, but you, you’re my son.”
“Then please your new king, too,” he grunted, reaching out and cupping the back of her head in the palm of his hand.
Straining against her resistance, he forced her head toward him at the same time he inched his hips forward.
“Take it,” he growled as the big, purple head of his cock nudged up against her full, red lips. “Take it in your mouth and show it your respect!”
Pressing his cock against her soft lips, he continued to pull her toward him. Finally, he watched her lips part and the head of his cock slowly slipped in between them.
“Suck on it, my queen,” he panted, thrusting his cock into her mouth. “Suck on it just like you sucked on father’s cock. Suck out its sweet essence.”
Pushing his cock into her mouth, he had almost half of his cock buried down inside it before he felt her begin to tentatively suck on it. He wanted to come in her mouth so badly. But he couldn’t. Not the first time. The first time must be reserved for her cunt. He must fill it with his seed and let her give him an heir. Once she was with child, his child, then he would make her drink from his fountain of youth. Make her drink from it and swallow its creamy load down into her belly.
“Harder—suck it harder—” he ordered her, reaching out and grabbing hold of a handful of her hair. Then he felt her suck harder as he held her head in between his hands and fucked her pretty face.
Tears were still streaming down her face, dripping down onto his muscular thighs and her bobbling breasts as he fucked her hot mouth.
At last, he slowly backed his jutting prick out of his mother’s mouth. As it came out she was sucking on it so hard, it made a loud, slurping sound. As he looked down at her, he saw that she couldn’t return his look as her eyes shifted from side to side avoiding his. Then, he reached down and took her hands in his. Gently pulling on them, he lifted her to her feet. As she stood, her big, heavy breasts bobbled and quivered making her swollen nipples bob up and down flinging drops of milk every where.
Atheling slowly peeled her dress down off her the slope of her shoulders and down her arms. Then, he dug his thumbs down under her dress and began easing it down over her rounded hips. Leaning down as he pushed her dress lower, he found one of her jutting nipples with his lips and began teasing his tongue back and forth across it. All at once, her dress went slithering down her legs to puddle at her feet. Stepping back, King Atheling saw that she was wearing a pair of shimmering, red, satin pantaloons. They were the only thing hiding her treasure from his hungry eyes.
“Please, my king . . . please don’t do this . . . I will do the other to respect your royal scepter, but please, not this . . .” she pleaded holding her arms crossed in front of her mammoth breasts.
“But my queen, how am I to father an heir, if we don’t’,” he said. “We must . . .”
Reaching down with both hands, he quickly pushed her red pantaloons down over the swell of her hips. As her pantaloons went whispering down her legs, Atheling saw the forest of curly, black curls covering the Y of her belly. But he had only a momentary glance at it before she covered it with a hand.
“Please, please, my king, please, anything but this . . . ” she wept, trying to hide herself from his prying eyes.
“Come, my beautiful queen,” he murmured, taking hold of the hand covering the mass of black curls at the base of her softly rounded belly.
“Please, my King, we can’t, not that . . . please . . . don’t hurt me,” she wept straining back away from him, digging her feet in to keep from being pulled toward the bed.
“Come, my Queen, and you will suffer no injuries, only pleasure,” he told her, tugging her toward the bed.
“Please,” she whined, tears running down her cheeks as she fought against him.
“I do not wish to harm you. So you must stop resisting. It is inevitable . . .” he growled, a hint of anger in his voice.
Suddenly, the resistance flowed from her body and she went limp, letting herself be docilely led to the bed.
“Crawl onto the bed,” he told her, releasing her hand.
Meekly, she leaned down over the bed, her huge tits swinging below her as she placed knee on the bed and crawled up on it. As she did, King Atheling lovingly ran his fingers over the soft smoothness of her perfect, round ass. This, too, one day, my Queen, he promised himself.
Unbuttoning his ruffled blouse, he watched her lower herself down onto her belly and then slowly roll over onto her back. He stood looking down at her massive breasts as they jiggled softly while she lay with her head turned to the side, softly sobbing and avoiding his eyes.
Peeling his blouse back over his muscular shoulders, he tossed it down onto the foot of the bed. As she lay with her arms at her sides, her mammoth breasts were so large they draped down over her arms partially obscuring them from view.
Leaning down over her, he eased his hands under her legs and lifted them, pulling her toward him at the same time. Pulling her toward him, he continued until her perfect, round ass was resting on the edge of the bed with the oozing, pink gash between her legs poised just above it.
Gently, he lowered her legs until her dainty feet were resting on the stone floor. Now he was standing in between her legs as she lay half on and half off the bed. Then he slowly lowered himself down to his knees between her legs. Suddenly he found himself face to face with the weeping love wound at the pit of her mother’s softly rounded belly. It was just as beautiful as he remembered it being. Maybe even more beautiful now, because it was his. Its thick, meaty lips were wetly cleaving together, hiding the secrecy of the forbidden opening between them. And above the fleshy, dusky-pink lips, her clit jutted out hard and swollen. It was the biggest clit he had ever seen, and by its size and swollen condition, Atheling could see that despite his mother’s protestations, she must be feeling some element of arousal.
Reaching out, Atheling ran his fingers along the smooth softness of her quivering thighs, pushing on them, spreading them wider apart and opening her to him.
“Please . . . no . . .” he heard her softly plead as he leaned closer to her and eased his tongue out.
Then he slowly, teasingly ran his tongue over the jutting bulb of her clit as it jutted up out of its fleshy hood.
“Nooooo . . . ohhhhhhh,” he heard her murmur, the protest seeming to change into a murmured surrender.
Slowly, he began to flick his tongue back and forth across her vulnerable clit. Teasing and tormenting it, he saw her clawed hands dig down into the bed sheets as the muscles in her belly tensed and quivered. Was she fighting to come . . . or to keep from coming, he sickly wondered as he continued to attack her defenseless clit?
“No . . . No . . . No . . .” she whimpered out. But even as she protested, he felt her ever so gently begin to thrust herself against his hungry mouth.
As she lay quietly sobbing, Atheling could see that the big, purple nipples jutting up out of her breasts were painted with her milk. Reaching up over her straining belly, he wrapped one hand around one of the flattened giants and gave it a rough squeeze. As he did, a stream of milk shot up into the air, dropping back down and coating his hand and her breast with a splattering of warm, sticky milk.
The protests had ceased, replaced by soft, murmuring moans as the thrusting of her hips became more and more insistent. Raising his other hand up under his chin, he stuck out two fingers and slowly eased them up to her pussy. Fingering open her goo-covered pussy lips, he pushed his fingers up into the hot clutch of her cunt.
“Unnnnnnnn . . .” she groaned out, the muscles encircling her vagina collapsing down around his fingers, clutching at them and squeezing them.
Working his fingers in and out of her gooey cunt, Atheling could feel his mother growing more and more agitated. Her whole body was tensing, straining as she thrust herself back against his hand and mouth.
“No—no—no—” she groaned out, her head twisting from side to side, but he wouldn’t relent as he kept licking his tongue back and forth across her clit.
Sensing that she was teetering on the edge, he slowly lifted his mouth away from her clit. Smirking, he looked up over her heaving belly to her grimaced face.
“Would my Queen like to come?” he asked her, smirking at her through his juice-smeared lips. “Would she like to finish . . .”
“Yes—yes—please—please let me come,” she pleaded, thrusting her pussy up at him, lifting her beautiful ass up off the bed. “Please—please—touch it—touch it and lick it—make me come—”
“But, Mother, how could I let that happen,” he smirked again, slowly pushing up to his feet between her outstretched legs. “You know the King comes first . . . he must be pleased first before he could allow you to finish . . .””What—what my, King—what can I do for you . . . I’ll do anything you say,” she groveled out. “But please let me come . . .”
“I will take care of that, Mother,” he told her, reaching down and grasping hold of one of her long legs. Thrusting it up into the air, he rested its back against his belly and chest. Then he lifted her other leg up into the air. Her calves were resting against his shoulders and her dainty feet brushing against his temples as he reached down and wrapped his fist around his big, jutting penis.
Stepping closer, he aimed the tapered head of the jutting monster down at the weeping slit between her fat, gorged pussy lips.
“Does the queen want the king to fuck her?” he asked her, slowly rubbing the head of his dick up and down between her juice-slathered cunt lips.
“Yes—yes—” she hissed. “Yes, my king—fuck your queen.”
“Would Mother like her Son to fuck her?” he maliciously asked, fitting the tapered tip of his cock down into the oozing, weeping hole at the bottom of her pussy. “Would Mother like for her Son to fuck her with his big, hard cock?”
“Yes—please—put it in,” she murmured, her eyes tightly clenched together. “Put it in and fuck me with your big, hard cock . . .”
As she spoke, Atheling leaned forward and slowly eased his penis down into the hot, sucking clutch of her cunt.
“No—No—Yes—Yes—Oh, my King . . .” she groveled as he pushed it into her deeper and deeper.
It was everything he thought it would be and more, he giddily told himself, much more. He continued to slowly ease his cock down into her until it was buried all the way up to his big, dangling balls.
Her resisting had made it that much more depraved and exciting. And now her sudden capitulation was the icing on the cake.
“An heir . . . an heir . . . you must give me an heir,” he told her, holding his cock thrust down into the hot muck of her cunt as he ground himself against her.
“No . . . No . . . no, my Lord . . . not that,” she exclaimed. “No, not a child!”
“Yes—yes—a child—my heir—” he grunted, jerking his penis back and then slamming it back into her as hard as he could. “Take my seed and make me an heir down inside your womb . . .”
The time for talk was over, he feverishly thought as he began to fuck her with deep, teeth-rattling strokes. He had waited twenty years for this moment and he was going to savor every last second of it. Fucking her at a furious pace, he leaned down, pressing her legs back down until her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Leaning down through her thighs, he found one of her big, swollen nipples with his lips.
As he began to suck and pluck at her big, puffy nipple she wrapped her hand around her breast and began to squeeze and clutch at it. A stream of thick, rich milk squirted out of the nipple, coating his tongue as he savored it sweetness. Keeping his hips rocking back and forth, he continued to saw his big cock in and out of the clutching tightness of her cunt. As he mercilessly fucked her, the backs of her thighs were rubbing against his sweaty chest, her calves bouncing up and down on his shoulders as her feet waved in the air above his head.
Picking up the pace one more notch, he lifted his mouth up off her breast. But she kept squeezing and kneading her giant breast making more warm milk squirt out of it and splatter all over his face. Humping his big cock in and out of her at a furious pace, he watched the stream of milky white squirt out of the big, purple nipples and shoot up into the air. Her breasts, her thighs, her belly, her face and his face were covered with warm, sticky droplets of her milk as he continued to pump away at her hungry cunt. Fucking her was the end of his life long quest for the Holy Grail, but the fucking and the milk made it all so much more exhilarating. Watching her milk herself, spraying him with her precious nectar made it al that much more decadent and perverted. It was as if she were trying to resist and withhold herself from him while at the same time giving in to the passion of the moment.
Then, suddenly, her arms flew out to the side as she dug her clawed fingers down into the bed sheets. A loud, straining groan escaped her lips as she arched her back and thrust herself up against the pounding attack on her pussy.
Seeing that she was coming, Atheling shoved his big cock down into the clutching, spasming depths of her cunt to let her ride out the storm on it.
Her huge tits, drug down by their weight, rubbed against the bed, their big, puffy nipples pointing out to the side as they suddenly began to squirt out streams of pure, white milk. Spurting out to the side, the streams splashed down on her arms and hands, spotting them with a cloud of white droplets.
Atheling could feel her quivering thighs pattering against his sweaty chest as her stiffened legs pointed straight up into the air. Her dainty feet were arched, curling her toes and pointing them at the ceiling as she groveled through her orgasm. With her head thrown back, eyes clenched shut, her whole body was quivering and shaking as she fought on, coming and coming and coming. Atheling could feel her hot juices leaking out around his embedded cock, dripping down to his dangling balls and coating them with its sticky heat.
It seemed like it would never end for her as she continued to whimper and groan her way through it. At last, the trembling stopped, her muscles softening and relaxing. Her eyelids slowly opened and she looked up at him with a dazed, groggy look on her face.
Her big tits were still leaking out milk, but it was no longer squirting out in streams. It was now slowly oozing out of the big, purple nipples, trickling down the rounded swell of her breast to the bed below. There were two large damp spots under her breasts where the milk was being soaked up by the bed sheets.
Such a waste, he complained to himself as he began to slowly work his big cock in and out of her juice-slathered cunt. Her eyes fluttered shut again and a tiny frown creased her forehead as he fucked her with deep, penetrating strokes. Then he felt her begin to thrust herself back at his pounding attack. The frown grew deeper and he felt her fingers on his hips, clutching at him, guiding him, pushing and pulling, urging him to fuck her harder.
His ass was rocking back and forth like a runaway pendulum moving faster and faster. As it did, his big, juice-smeared cock sloshed in and out of his mother’s hot, clutching cunt churning its juice into a frothy foam that covered his flopping balls and her upturned ass. He could feel the burn down inside his balls growing hotter as they slapped up against his mother’s ass. Finally, he frantically told himself. Finally, after all the years of unrequited frustration, he was going fill the forbidden chalice with his potent cream. Fill it and plant his seed down inside her fertile womb. He would give her a child. A child to replace the child he had taken from her. Their child. His heir!
“My Queen! My Queen!” he gasped as he felt the explosion of pleasure rip through his cock. As it did, his penis lurched down inside her clutching pussy and spewed out a massive gush of thick, potent cum.
“My King! My King!” his mother groaned out, clutching her cunt down around his erupting penis, sucking on it, pulling on it, milking out its venomous load of sperm-filled semen.
He was coming, he feverishly thought. Coming down inside the warm, wet core of her womanhood. Coming and filling her with his fiery essence. As he did, she ground herself back against him, taking him inside her as deep as she could.
Wallowing in the perverse degeneracy of their incestuous communion, Atheling held his spewing, spurting cock thrust down into her cum-filled chalice until if finally stopped firing off.
Slowly backing his cum-coated peter out of the widely stretched opening of her vagina. Atheling looked down to see a long, ropy strand of cum leak out of her pussy and drip down onto the stone floor. Mesmerized by the sheer obscenity of it all, he watched as more and more of the gooey, white goop ran out of her. There was already a thick, goopy puddle of the stuff between his feet as he saw the stream slowly diminish to one long, thin string of cum stretching from her pussy down to the floor.
Stepping back another step, he slowly let her legs down, easing her dainty feet down onto the floor.
Reaching down, he grasped her hands and gently pulled her to a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
He couldn’t decipher the look she gave him, but it seemed to be something between anger and despair.
“Are you through with me, my Lord,” she asked him, slowly rising to her feet as he shuffled over to where her dress lay on the floor. “Or do you wish to use me again?”
“Yes, I wish to use you again,” he retorted, angered by her rebuff as he swept her dress up off the floor and tossed it at her. “But not now . . . come back at mid-afternoon . . . and bring more milk for I will wish to quench my thirst with it once again.”
“Yes, my Lord,” she quietly mumbled, slowly slipping her dress back on.
Then Atheling reached down and picked up her red, satin pantaloons. Lifting them up to face, he buried his nose in their stained their crotch and took a deep sniff.
“I will keep these as my trophy,” he smirked at her, tossing them onto the table. “A trophy to remind me of the great conquest I made today . . .”
“Yes, my Lord,” she murmured, slowly buttoning her dress as Atheling filled his goblet with more wine.
Finally her dress was buttoned and she slowly walked toward the door, her long dress swishing from side to side as the hem drug on the floor.
“I shall return, my Lord. Just as you have ordered me to,” she said, standing at the door with her hand poised on the heavy iron latch. “And I will bring more milk . . . milk to quench the king’s thirst . . .”

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Close Your Eyes Little Girly Boy

This is not a first time experience kind of story. I figured there are enough of those. Also, our “first time” is a little foggy to me, as it had been a gradual process. This is just a recounting of one experience we had shared. As usual, if this disgusts you to the point of leaving negative feedback, then don’t read it. I notice there is some hypocrisy concerning incest stories between two males versus heterosexual incest stories. You’d think that no kind of incest is “acceptable” to actually indulge in. Such is the nature of homophobia, I suppose.