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F is for Fulfillment II, © 2015, Surely Wilder
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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A Lot’s Cave Novel
Chapter 1 –Foreshadowing
Chapter 2 –Foreplay
Chapter 3 –Father
Chapter 4 –Fucking
Chapter 5 –Felicity
Chapter 6 –Facts
Chapter 7 –Forefront
Chapter 8 –Finale
Over two and a half hours ago, my young Master gave me a test of sexual endurance that has been erotically torturous yet emotionally so fulfilling. Without touching myself, I have cum 4 times while lying tethered to a sex bed ready to service the gathering who will soon descend our basement staircase where they will find me, naked, spread eagle, ready to pleasure their every whim and desire. My body will become their temple of sensual delight as they strip naked and use me for their fulfillment. They will have the opportunity to touch any intimate part of my aroused flesh; grope my erogenous zones; savor any delicacy my body offers. My mouth, pussy, and asshole are more than ready to accept their hard bare cocks and I desire to be used as their willing cum depository. White, hot semen will fill my vessels as the women who attend will lick, taunt, or tease me as they watch their husbands, fathers, sons, and lovers, perform the most depraved acts of lust they can imagine. I hope my actions will inspire their imaginations so that I can feast upon their inspired pussies as they call me the names I have learned to love, “Whore, Slut, Nympho, Cum Bucket, Piss mop, Slave, to name a few.” I will be breathless with humiliation, and pleasure; it is my greatest desire to please all of them and make their fondest wishes come true.
I am fully ready for the hours of sexual servitude that await me, since my Master has been preparing me over the last four months for just this kind of gangbang. Most recently, he and others inflamed my passions with the most humiliating acts of sexual depravity. I welcomed their taunts as I was required to service them so completely. They stimulated my mind, flesh, and pussy for this evening’s sexual marathon, and I shall prove myself worthy of the attention I received so that I might experience many more nights just like this. For the last forty eight hours, my Master has kept me at the height of sexual heat as he and others have teased me in such erotic ways that made me prove to one and all that I am little more than a pathetic sex addict with a slick cunt, tight ass, and talented mouth who is desperate to fuck anything or anyone.
It began two mornings ago when I awoke in our bed to see my Master’s virile, life giving shaft lying gently on his thigh. As usual, I was quite horny as I awoke and though I had not been given permission to do so, I knew he would be delighted if I were to awaken him with his cock in my mouth. I so love to please my Master and without upsetting him, I simply bent down and began to gently pleasure his soft tool with my tongue.
My Master had set up our home for video surveillance without my knowledge. And as I lie here, I can see that morning unfolding on the video screen. I look so erotically pathetic as I pull the covers from my sleeping lover to reveal his pleasured rod. I look like a ravenous whore with my unruly mass of red hair gently gliding over his young taught body. His penis looks so innocent in its resting state, and I desired to feel his cock inside my mouth and empty pussy. I wanted him then, but... OH... I need his dick to fill me and his cum to flow inside of my very ready body now. Watching this scene makes me so wet. How I loved awaking my virile stallion with my ever growing appetite.
I enjoy surprising my baby daddy this way and watching the way his penis react to my tantalizing kisses. As I bathed the head of his cock with my tongue, I delighted to taste our combined fluids from our previous evening’s love. My Master is never deprived the warmth of my body, and every night I make sure that he is well pleased. This of course means that every morning, I must clean his penis so that he is ready for that days use. I so love a clean cock.
I watched with delight as his penis began its slow steady dance of vitality as the head of his cock emerged from the ringed sheath of his circumcised foreskin. His shaft began to gently dance and wobble as I attacked it with licks of my building amorous desire. Soon, his eight inch shaft was standing at full attention, and my mouth and pussy were ready to feel the penetrating heat of his baby maker which had already proved successful with me.
I studied my Master’s cock for a few moments as I looked at each amazing curve and dimple designed specifically for pleasure and procreation. The spongy head of his penis called to me, and I swirled my tongue upon it as I kissed the opening that rendered the ambrosia of his very potent sperm. He was the first man to ever show me how luxurious his bodily fluids could be, and for a moment, I smiled as I recalled how very prudish and shy I had been four months ago when he first showed me how wonderful it felt to slide his hard demanding cock into my mouth; invite it to nestle against my throat; tease the underside with my hungry tongue; feel it swell upon my tongue; and then have my talents rewarded with the tangy heat of his savory cream. The first time he exploded on my tongue, I was shocked, but now I crave his essence each day.
I licked lower and delighted to feel his penile ridge indent my tongue. How strong my Master’s cock is and as I allowed my tongue to follow the diagonal curve up where a prize of his pre-cum awaited me at his pee hole. I sampled the clear bubble of potion hungrily, its flavor inspired my passion and I began licking up and down the sensitive underside of his colossal cock as I prepared him to enter me.
“Oh, so good slut.” My Master complimented. I was delighted to hear my Master wake, and even more pleased that he enjoyed my morning surprise.
I rose upon my knees to straddle him as Sir patted the baby bump that was now clearly evident in my stomach. Soon I would feel him fill the pussy he had so richly impregnated four months previous. He had been so wickedly wonderful in his seduction of me, that I actually commanded him to cum in my unprotected pussy, knowing that he could and probably would impregnate me. I was so honored to conceive his baby on that special night. It was even more thrilling to feel his children grow inside of me, for we discovered that we were doubly blessed and he had given me twins. My cunt wept with anticipation as I held his cock in place ready to accept his genetic load.
“No, Mother. Finish me in your mouth.” My Master commanded.
No, this wasn’t a game; and yes, the man who opened my mind to all things sexual, who reawakened my dormant lust, who filled my very fertile vagina with his naked cock, who showed me pleasures untold, who made me a ravenous sex addict and impregnated me with his child, was the wonderful boy I carried twenty years ago, raised to adulthood, and now loved with no restraint. Four short months ago, my 20 year old child, with the help of others, seduced me in such an erotic way that I gladly accepted his bare penis in my still very fertile vessel and I allowed him to fuck me until both his passion and mine were fully sated. I still recall how incredible it felt the first time he erupted inside of me knowing full well that I would ovulate in just a few short days. It had been so intense, and in that one coupling my life changed forever. My son loved me like no other man could and once the incest barrier was broken, I found myself drawn to him completely as I commanded him to fill my womb with his seed over and over again. Because of the way he loved me that first time, I could no longer deny the deep yearning of my body for both love and life, and my son gave me both.
Though I desperately wanted to feel my son’s penis in my pussy again, I wasn’t disappointed with my Master’s command, as I loved sucking his cock and he never left me unsatisfied. I had never held a man’s penis in my mouth, until he tricked me into doing so that fated evening. When I felt his strong column of flesh force through my tender lips and his virile shaft rest upon my tongue, I wondered why I had denied myself that kind of pleasure all these years. Everything about the moment was filled with such sensual appeal. The smell of his arousal, the heat of his organ, the taste of his flesh, the sound of his voice, all inspired me to do the most wicked things I could to satisfy him. That night, Philip had to guide me as he fucked my face gently while I sucked his prick and tightened my lips around the beautiful penis that had formed inside my body. This was my penis, the one I had made in my womb, and I blessed my son’s fertile cock with the most erotic maternal kisses imaginable.
Eventually, I relaxed and discovered how truly sensual it felt to taste and feel his sexual power in this way; but I was still quite naive. I failed to realize what it meant when his hands steadied the back of my head, his breathing became erratic, and his cock swelled in my mouth. I only realized the instant before it happened that my darling son was about to empty his balls into my mouth and shoot his savory sperm on my tongue. Though I tried to pull away, my son held me still and I felt the incredible sensation of his orgasm jetting in my mouth. For the first time in my life, I experienced the incredibly heat of semen gushing onto my tongue and filling my oral cavity with the delicious cream of sex. My son’s was the first cock I ever sucked, and with his help and permission, I have sucked many more since.
With glee, I followed my Master’s command and nestled between my son’s wide spread legs as I engulfed his throbbing organ with a passion built of my own desire. Tightening my lips around his colossal staff I began moving my head up and down on his organ as I pressed my thumbs on his scrotum. My son began moaning gently as he ran his fingers through my thick red hair. I luxuriated with the feeling of his cock in my mouth and a few minutes later, I felt his body tense as his swollen cock began to lurch violently in my mouth. I felt him spurt his delicious seed onto my tongue and palate and I sucked each rope and droplet of his spurting scepter. He was simply luscious.
“Good morning, Son.” I said to him happily as he finished.
“You’re in training now, Mother.” Philip told me.
I was a bit stunned, “For what?” My son had given me this command many times before and it always led to the most outrageous sex imaginable. My pussy trembled with excitement as I awaited his instruction.
It was then that Philip explained how he wanted to celebrate my birthday. He sat up in bed, and beckoned for me to sit in front of him. He held me gently in his arms as his ever curious and delightful hands reached around to caress my swollen breasts. He nuzzled my neck and whispered into my ear as sensations of sweet pleasure cascaded throughout my body. He explained that he had planned a very special birthday surprise for me that would have me be the center of attention for two wonderful days, but to enjoy the experience fully, I would have to allow myself to be his sexual slave.
“I have invited your entire family to the party, Mother, at least those that have embraced the glory of family love, and all of your friends who are similarly inclined. On your birthday night, you will be required to service Robert, Daniel, Glenn, Lucas, Geoff, Trevor, Antonio, Chris, Mark, Eric, Jason, Jasper, Francis, Frank jr., Sean, Tom, and myself.”
“Son, so much cock,” I gushed as I imagined the incredible gangbang that would occur from that guest list. Seventeen beautiful bare cocks would be directed toward me and I would be required to tease them until their creamy semen erupted inside my body. My stomach, pussy and ass would be warmed by their combined passion juice. I would literally be swimming in cum. “That is so generous.” I panted.
“I haven’t finished yet, Mother. They will of course be joined by their counterparts, so you will have to take care of Sierra, Ana, Michelle, Leah, Jane, Cindy, Sylvia, Pam, Lucia, Crystal, Jordan and Rose. Does that please you?”
“Oh yes, Master.” I confessed as I felt my pussy stir with the knowledge that I would be surrounded by some of the most beautiful women I had ever known. Many of the ladies my son mentioned were pregnant, two of them were lactating; and I would have the delight of cleaning their freshly fucked pussies and drinking their milk.
There would be a smorgasbord of hot meat as black cocks, Latin penises, English pricks, German sausages, Italian staffs, Irish logs, and American dicks would all be ready to push inside my very willing body and pump their white, hot, mixed genetic goo into my pussy, ass, and mouth. I would feast on shaved pussies, black haired cunts, blonde snatches, and more fire bushes like my own. My body would be taken to levels of pleasure and pain that I had never considered possible as all of these men and women devoured my flesh with relentless passion as they sated their desires in and through me. I would be their willing vessel of ecstasy.
“So in preparation of the event, Mother, today and tomorrow, you will simply be my slut. I want to know that you will be able to handle tomorrow and I have decided to test your abilities.” Philip said as he reached by our bed stand and placed the collar of servitude around my neck. My heart pounded as I very willingly pulled my hair out of the way to gladly accept his challenge knowing in full what it would mean. For the next two days I would be teased, humiliated, exposed, required to pleasure others with my hands, mouth, and ass and pussy. I would be trembling with erotic desire when the party started, and I was so ready for this heavenly torture, and willing to do anything my Master desired.
When the collar was secure, my son stood by the side of the bed and grabbed a handful of my hair. I was powerless to do anything but follow his command. Instantly he pulled me up and began walking into the bathroom as he dragged me with him. I walked awkwardly, bent over at the waist and felt my heavy breasts swing violently below me as I realized how intense my sexual servitude would be over the next two days. My son was trying to make a point, and I loved the way he was using me.
When we got into the bathroom, my son commanded, “Stand with your hands behind your head, I wish to inspect you.”
“Yes, Master.” I panted. I felt so very vulnerable as my son turned on all of the bathroom lights and began to visually inspect my pregnant body. Without ceremony, he reached forward and grabbed my right breast. He pinched my rose colored nipple roughly with his index finger and thumb. My mouth opened in delight as the pressure was exquisite.
“Does this excite you, Mother? Do you enjoy displaying your naked flesh to for your son.”
“Yes, Son I do.” I whimpered as he gripped both breasts now and pawed me roughly. “Mommy likes the way you feel my tits. It makes my nipples so hard, and my pussy is ready for your cock.”
“They are quite hard now, Mother, you respond like a slovenly slut in heat, is that what you are?”
“You make me feel that way, Son.” I confessed as his hand moved slowly down my stomach toward my aching center. As he inched his way lower he pet the growing bulge of my now clearly evident uterus.
“And how are my children today, Mother?”
“They grow my darling, Son; your babies will be beautiful.” I groaned in anticipation of the moment we could hold the fruit of our incestuous union together. His hand continued to move lower until at long last I blessed his fingers with my maternal ointment.
“Your pussy is hot and flowing, Mother, you seem as though you need a dick in here.”
“Yours, my son. I want your cock inside of me,” I begged.
“Spread your legs, woman.” He demanded and I did so without embarrassment. I needed his hands upon my sex to still my ever growing need. Philip began fingering my pussy as he asked, “What kind of woman are you?”
“OH... A slut, sir... Thank you sir... for finger... fucking Mommy.” Horrid squelching sounds flooded the room as my son showed me no mercy. I began squirming with delight as he brought me closer to an intense orgasm.
“It seems that you would like something. Stand the fuck still.”
“Oh yes, Sir... I’m sorry, Sir... I want to cum, please. Please let me cum.” I moaned and suddenly his hand withdrew from me.
“Not yet,” He teased and pulled his hand away. “I’d like to that in a special way, Mother. I’ll give you something quite special.”
“Oh thank you, Son.”
“Now turn and show me your bottom, Mother.”
I dutifully followed his command and bent over to spread my ass cheeks wide. Deftly my son began to paw at me as I panted more and more. His fingers came to tight anus. With expert skill, my son began drumming on my backside as sensations of lust filtered through my body. God, I was on fire.
“Stand, and do not touch yourself, Mother.” My son commanded.
Dutifully I did so as my boy pushed his fingers into my mouth and said, “You truly are a pathetic cum whore aren’t you? You’d do almost anything to feel me slide my cock inside of you. Wouldn’t you, Mommy?”
“Uh huh.” I panted as he smiled at me.
“Such a delightful change this is. Do you remember how you tried to deny me just four short months ago, Mommy. You didn’t want your little boy’s dick inside of you then, did you?” He teased as he moved his hands to my pussy and began to roughly use me.
It was true. I had such an aversion to incest when my son first seduced me. I tried to deny him, tried to run away, but he was so persuasive that night that each kiss and stroke he offered me weakened my defenses. When I felt his fully inflamed cock press against my vaginal opening, I knew that he wanted to be inside of me. It was a feeling we both shared, and I couldn’t fight my own desires that night as his erotic seduction broke through each of my objections and at long last, I gave in. I gave voice to my true desires and beckoned the child of my loins to fill my unused vagina with his rampant cock.
“No, Mommy tried to deny you... Mommy didn’t want to fuck her precious boy... Mommy didn’t know you were such a talented pervert... Put your cock inside of me now... Mommy needs her son’s hard cock” I begged.
“Not yet, I have something in mind. Stand my darling slut and do not touch yourself, do not move, I will be back shortly.”
With that, my son disappeared and I was left with my thoughts of our new life together. Only four short months ago, my darling son had set a trap to seduce me and initiate me into his wonderful world of family love. Though I didn’t know it at the time, the company I worked for was a front of internet pornography specializing in incest and the kink market. My son had become involved with my boss and his daughter who were already engaged in a delightful, procreative romance and they wanted a Mommy, me. Philip set the stage by planting two pornographic magazines in our living room where he knew I would discover them. Unbeknownst to me, he had rigged our home with video cameras, and the evil genius watched as I studied the incest laden materials for two hours until he knew I was fully aroused. I was shocked with the unabashed stories and photos of fathers stealing their daughter’s innocence as the girls begged their daddy’s to ram their cocks inside their virgin vessels. Even more enthralling were the images and stories of mothers taking their biological son’s naked cocks into their unprotected pussies and fucking them with abandon until their wombs were filled with fertile baby batter as they commanded their boys to impregnate them.
I was awash with lust as I had never felt this level of desire in my life. I was a true virgin when my husband took me on our wedding night and to be honest, he was a selfish, inept lover interested only in his own desires. He didn’t care that he hurt me greatly as he pushed his rampant cock into my under-stimulated virgin tunnel, tore through my hymen with his insistent cock, and rutted inside of me till he tensed with pleasure. He was so oblivious that he mistook my whimpers of pain for moans of joy, and he thought he had done a wonderful job. He came within seven strokes, before I could even begin to enjoy it. He then complimented me for having such a tight pussy as he rolled over and fell asleep leaving me with the trauma of feeling as though I had been raped by the man I was supposed to love. That night, my wedding night, I cried myself to sleep as I wondered why I had saved myself for this. I felt empty and abused by his treatment, but I was determined to have a successful marriage.
Before the marriage, my mother explained to me that men had a primal need for sex and that if I wanted a happy union, I would submit to my husband’s desires whenever he needed. My mother rarely spoke of intimate matters due to her Victorian beliefs, but I took her advice to heart and met my marital responsibilities as I allowed my husband to have intercourse with me anytime he desired. I kept thinking that things would get better in time, but his skill, interest, and tenderness never improved. He would simply paw at my breasts as though he had no idea what to do with them, finger my pussy until I was moderately wet, and then climb on board to thrust his prick inside of me. He never lasted more than 3 minutes, and always left me completely unsatisfied. Even worse, he came to me several nights half drunk, out of his mind. On those nights, he didn’t have sex with me, he raped me, I know that now. With little or no foreplay, he would simply roll on top as he tried to kiss me with sloppy uncoordinated lips. His hard cock would press against my pussy, and on those nights, I never helped him find it. Often, he would simply dry hump my crotch until his cock gushed its hot excess onto my abused flesh. Other nights, he would find his way inside, but then he would cum so quickly that I would be left with empty feelings of doubt and odd tingles of desire. The only value in having sex with him was that I did become pregnant in our first month together, and that union was so right in that I conceived my son, my future lover, my Master, my teacher in carnal fulfillment.
My husband died when our son was quite young, and I honestly felt relieved in his passing. If sex was this bad with other men, I decided that I had no place for it in my life. I made the decision to close my mind, my body, and my legs to the myth of sexual fulfillment so that I could devote my energies to raising my little boy. Time passed and I delighted in teaching him things both domestic and masculine. I taught my son to cook and sew; to engage in ballroom dance, and to practice the manners of a gentleman. I wasn’t very good at sports or other activities, but friends stepped in and took him camping, fishing, and encouraged his interest in sports. Thankfully that faze didn’t last long.
One of the families that helped was a father and daughter team I knew well. Robert was my boss, and his lovely daughter, Sierra had become his lover. I had no idea of this when they began planning nights out of town. I never suspected that they had seduced my son and taught him to participate in bisexual orgies so that he satisfied both father and daughter. Those orgies taught my son to be an expert lover for both women and men. The three of them conspired to have me join them in their breeding circle, and thus, I was fighting the evil seduction of all three of them that evening as I lay on the couch, reading words that would forever change my life. “Give me your baby, Daddy; Come back inside of Mommy, Son; Incest is best.” The words jumped off the paper and into my soul as I imagined myself involved with a gangbang of unlimited debauchery.
When I was at the height of sexual desire and lay naked, prone and vulnerable on the couch, my son sprung his trap. He stood before me naked with his powerful cock pointed directly at me. In the span of two very short hours, he showed me how very inept my husband had been. He introduced me to the intoxicating world of oral sex as he plumbed my mouth with his powerful penis, and ate my pussy till I exploded with the sensations of my first true orgasm. While I was reeling in the delightful bliss of that post orgasmic discovery, my son positioned himself so that the head of his virile penis came into full contact with my vaginal ring. For thirty minutes, he kissed and stroked me without entering my body. He enticed me with the vulgarity of erotic words I had always been too afraid to say. He fully admitted that he knew I was quite fertile and that was only one of the reasons he wanted me. He told me that he wanted to fuck me for real, to cum inside of my ripe garden, and give me the child I had so often dreamed of having. He promised to be my lover and partner, to fulfill my every sexual desire, and to never leave my side. I was so caught up in the moment, my pussy ached so for the fullness of his cock, my soul yearned for the fulfillment of his love, and I realized that yes, my son was the man I most loved in the world. In that moment of resolve, for it was not weakness, I made the choice, and commanded the child of my creation to come back inside my body; to fill my fertile glove with the cock I had created, and squirt his potent sperm into my open womb. I new full well what I was doing; I understood the implications; I wasn’t on the pill, my son had no condom; I was going to love my child until he filled my fertile womb with his baby batter and it was my decision, my choice, my love.
Philip returned in my moment of reflection, as I fully recalled the events of that evening and how I pledged to be his forevermore. He carried with him clothing that I understood I was to wear. For a moment, I was mad with desire. Was he really going to leave me in this state, so unsatisfied?
“Put on your pantyhose, Mother,” he ordered as he handed them to me. I looked at him with curiosity. He was fully hard, surely there would be more to come. My experiences with him had taught me not to question, but rather go with the flow. I sat on the edge of the tub without words as I pulled the sensual nylon material up my legs.
He then presented me with a pair of red panties and white, linen, drawstring pants. I smiled as I slipped them on and pulled the elastic band over my baby bump. I was a bit disturbed as I looked in the mirror to realize how thin the material was for I could clearly see my crimson colored undergarments through the light material. A wicked thought occurred to me as I considered wearing them in public sans panties.
“Turn, Slut.” My Master commanded, and I complied instantly as he presented me with a red bra that fully matched the panties I wore.
“Stand still, Mother.” Philip soothed as he took a white shirt and held it open for me. I dutifully slid into it and became a statue as my son buttoned it with painstaking slowness. Finally it was fastened, and I looked into my son’s eyes. “Sire,” I panted. “May I speak?” I asked.
“This time, yes.” My son smiled.
“This is such a lovely outfit, but I’m confused as to how it will be used to satisfy your desires.”
“Oh, Mother, Dear,” He quipped gently, “Remember that I don’t merely want to satisfy my desires, I want to fulfill your fantasies as well,” he soothed as he began circling me gently. My son was devouring me with his look of insistent desire and made me tremble with delight as I knew there was more to the game.
Suddenly he reached from behind and cupped my breasts as I stood completely motionless. I could feel his erection press into the bend of my lower back and my mouth opened with his rough treatment of me. “You recall the way I seduced you our first night?”
“Yes, Son, it was magnificent.”
“Yes, it was, but I didn’t realize when I unlocked your pussy how hungry you were, Mother. I’ve come to the slow realization that you are such a wanton slut, that I could have taken you almost any way and you would have been begging for more.”
“What do you mean?” I panted as he circled me again.
Philip stopped in front of me, and began offering gentle pecks to me. Each time his lips touched mine I devoured his tongue with mine, I was in such a state of erotic build that I both loved the agony of his patience, and desired him to end it. I didn’t know which longing was more dominant, but I needed to inspire his need for me. With each kiss, my lips yielded as I opened my mouth for his expert tongue, or I would push mine into his mouth. I delighted to hear him panting with more and more urgency. With each kiss we would whisper an erotic statement.
“Such a beautiful, Slut.”
“Yes, Son, your slut.”
“What do you need, Mother?”
“Your cock, Baby.”
“Oh I am your Baby.”
“Yes, Son, give me the cock I made.”
“You want it, Mommy?”
“Yes, commit incest with me, Son.”
“How do you want it, Mommy?”
Oh, God. “Hard... Rough... Fuck my pussy baby, it’s all yours.”
With that, I didn’t have to wait long. Philip took a step back from me as his hands came up to the lapels of my shirt and he pulled back hard sending buttons scurrying off the bathroom floor. I had been quite shocked to learn that a sordid side of my being truly enjoyed the idea of rape. Though the actual sex Philip and I enjoyed was never unwelcome as I loved it so, being manhandled, fighting back, forcing him to rip my clothes off and pry my legs open had become our newest and most thrilling game. Our safe word was pomegranate, a word I rarely used, and Master loved the game more when I really made it difficult for him. Given the way he aroused me this morning, I was determined to give him a fully pleasurable experience.
Philip moved forward and picked me up as though he were going to carry me to our bed. I began pummeling his shoulders with inept blows as I screamed, “No... Take your hands off of me.”
My protest went unnoticed as he silenced me by pressing his lips to mine. Instead of accepting his tongue, I made my lips tight so that he could not have entry to my mouth. His tongue bathed my pursed lips in such a disgustingly erotic way as he pushed his hands through the back of the waist band and began gripping my ass cheeks vulgarly as he pulled my pelvis to his. He was dry humping my belly with his engorged cock as his hands pulled my shirt to the floor with more ripping sounds. I was fighting and struggling while his hands came around my back and with practiced skill, he unhooked my bra. He pulled away from me and grabbed the front of it, and as he did, I made my escape running toward the bedroom. My DD sized breasts bobbled obscenely as I pounced for freedom. I had just made it past the door when I felt him grab the elastic band of my pants. I lunged forward but was caught by the front of the draw string as I felt my pants billow open from behind.
I fell to my knees and my son kept pace. He began pulling my pants off as I tried in vain to crawl away. I felt the material of my pants pull over my hips while I made small crawls towards our bed. My efforts only helped my sons effort as more and more of my body was rendered vulnerable to his attack, and soon my thighs were trapped by the circle of the drawstring which made escape nearly impossible. Still I managed to make it to the edge of the bed where I rest my head upon the mattress.
Suddenly, I felt Philip’s weight upon my back as he lay on me. I was suddenly, immobile as I felt his hot tongue licking the back of my neck while the weight of his body pinned me against the floor and bed. His hands began to pull down my panties and I could feel his hard cock press into the small of my back. Such wicked feelings flooded my system as I allowed my son to continue my forced strip. I could have stopped him anytime I wanted, by saying our safe word, but I so loved his animalistic passion. I fought his hands by gyrating my hips, but it was in vain. Soon, the devilish underwear had been forced down my thighs and I was again trapped even more as the tight garment held my thighs together.
“Such a fucking hot, Bitch. Should I plunged my dick into your pussy or your asshole?” Philip hissed in my ear as his hands descended to my breasts and he began mauling my engorged udders.
My heart leapt with his question. My mind screamed, ‘My Pussy, fuck my pussy,’ but my voice shouted, “Get off of me you pervert.”
“Not until I get off inside of you, whore.”
“I’m pregnant you fucking bastard.” I screamed at him.
“With my bastard children.” He screamed back as he turned my face back to him. This time my passions betrayed me and I opened my mouth as his tongue thrust inside. I was actually pulsing my hips on his hard cock as he continued licking me in the most wonderfully disgusting way.
Suddenly, there was a moment of freedom as my son rose, but I proved how right my son had been in calling me whore. I stayed quite still as I felt a strong pull at the crotch of my pantyhose. My son ripped the nylon material open from the back rendering my ass and pussy open for his exploration. He pressed against me, and I felt his hot, naked cock on my flesh. How that made my cunt yearn for him.