Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep21

"Con, baby," Christine said, words obscured by her husband's cock, "Give Mommy ALL of it."

To this point, neither of them had said anything. Like the silence made it safe. Now, though, Christine had

spoken, and the floodgates seemed to open. "Oh, my baby boy is fillingup so GOOD!" Christine cried.

James' eyes shot open and he stared right back at his son, the boy's cock half-buried in his mother's pussy.

James' face went red. His fists tightened on his wife's short hair.

"It's OK James," Christine said, "I need it so bad. I'm sure Austin does, too. You got to with Molly. Lethave

mine. | won't stop sucking. I'll take care of you, too, | swear. Pleeeeease." Austin had never heard his mother

sound so desperate. Pleading. It made him want to leap forward. Fight his father. James' face softened. He sort of

half-smiled.

"Give it to her good, son," James said with a wink. It was clear he was trying to be convivial, but it still felt

awkward as hell. "Just remember what we agreed, dear."

"Of course," Christine said. She bent her head down and went back to sucking. Austin slid back and finally --

finally! -- buried his cock to the hilt in his mom's tight pussy.

"Oh. Mom," Austin said, "So good."

"I know, baby," Christine said, "Mommy needed you so much and here you are. Such a good boy."

"I'm trying, Mom."

"Oh, you're doing way better than that. Oof. Just go slow. Not used to having something so big in there."

James glared at his son again, but then his eyes rolled back as his wife began hoovering his dick like she was

pumping him for oil. Father and son slowly built a rhythm, spit roasting the skinny blonde between them.

Christine reached back with one hand and started diddling her clit. Her long fingers tickled against Austin's balls.

"That's it, baby," Christine said, "You're giving it to Mommy so goooood."

Christine suddenly stiffened and stretched, her body bending like she was doing a downward dog. Austin

watched as his father's greying chest ran red, his jaw hung open. James roared and Austin flinched, the primal

subservience of son to father. Then James stilled and went silent. He fell back, looking up at his wife with

something a lot like awe.

"Did | do OK for you, honey?" Christine asked. Austin couldn't tell from behind, but he was certain his mother had

just swallowed his father's load.

"Oh yes," James said. He mumbled a bit as he fell back on the mud. Eyes dim. The sleep seemed to be

overcoming him, too, Austin thought. He felt strangely relieved.

"Our son, he's fuckingso good," Christine said.

"I'm glad," James said, sounding not at all glad.

With nothing else to focus on, mother and son beclost in their own world. An existence of only cock and

pussy sliding against each other in rhythmic urgency. It was forever. It was seconds.

Austin squeezed his mother's muscular ass cheeks. He ran his eyes up and down her back. God, but she was

perfect. The shape of her from angular shoulders to round ass. He was fucking his mother. Filling the very

channel from where he'd once emerged.

Austin hadn't wanted to admit it to Lexi before. When she'd called him out for lusting after their Mom. Maybe

because he hadn't admitted it to himself yet, either. Now nothing could be clearer to him. Fucking his big sister

had been fantastic. But this? This was indescribable. It was every fantasy -- every wish and desire he'd ever had

-- in one tight little package, moaning while he plowed her with his cock.

Christine's pussy gripped him, like it was made to wrap around her son's meat. Tight as all fuck and dripping wet.

The way every inch of her body moved with him, it made their fucking into an athletic event -- like watching a

gold medal figure skater or a prima ballerina. The way Christine's thighs and ass and cunt all worked together to

please herself. Her son. That thin sheen of sweat dripping off her. The scent of her pussy so... familiar. Almost like

home.

"Oh. Mom," Austin wanted to say it all to her, every emotion as it rushed through him, but didn't know how.

Instead he kept mumbling. A long stream of syllables that seemed to move in the rhythm of his cock pumping

his mother's cunt. "So good. Mom. Oh God. Want this. You. So bad. So right. Oh. Oh. Oh God. Need to. Oh fuck oh

fuck oh fuck."

And Christine seemed to parrot back to him. Like Mom and son had invented their own language that only they

could understand.

"Oh yes. So good," Christine said, "My son. OH! My little boy. Not so little. Ha ha! His cock. My cunt. Oh fill it,

baby. Fillup. Please. Mommy... It's OK. Need it. So bad. Oh you're doing so good for Mooommmmy!"

Christine's body seemed to roll through orgasm after orgasm as her son fucked her. Austin didn't rub his Mother's

clit or grip her thighs. He didn't alter his thrusts or change his depth. He didn't have to -- as if his cock was

coated in make- Mommy-cum-chemicals.

Austin could feel his mother's every

orgasm, instinctive. Christine's pussy

clenched as tight as it could, then

somehow, got tighter with each peak.

Her back arched. Her CICS.

Like thqqes quiie eginning

bef t e previous could ever end.

Austin didn't need his mother to tell

him what was happening, though she

screamed it out, just in case.

"Mooommmmy's cumming! Oh

you're making your Mommy CUM!"

Again and again and again. Austin

felt a new urge grip him. Not in his

gut like before but in his balls. At the

base of his cock. Unlike anything he'd

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"Oh... Oh FUCK! M... Mom? | need to..."

"Oh yes. Oh, baby please. It's OK. Give it to me. Give it to Mommy. Put it all in MMMMEEEEeeeeeeee."

James lay back on the ground, blown

in all senses of the word. Christine

was still gulping down the last of his

spend. His muscles felt weak. His

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behind. The two of them had just

started fucking, yet they already

responded to each other like an

experienced couple. Christine's face

contorted in pleasure. Green eyes

glowing bright. She didn't even have

the decency to look ashamed

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Then again, James thought, he certainly hadn't had any second thoughts while he was working over their

youngest daughter. Quite the opposite in fact. With her wide hips and massive tits, buried in her tight virgin hole,

James had only been able to focus on the fact that his baby girl seemed made for fucking. He didn't feel guilty

about it -- he never wanted to stop.

But there it was again, that

post-orgasm reality weighing down

on him, and James felt like two

people sewn together as one. The

family man who acest whatfe'd

dene, mQrtiied An he horny

bastard that couldn't be more

pleased that he'd fucked voluptuous

Molly and filled taut Christine. That

his son was now getting sloppy

seconds from his wife was... OK, it

was troubling. But James struggled

to prune that jealousy to a shape that

matched his own urges. What's good

for the goose is good for the gosling.

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