Incest DON'T CALL ME THAT

[Odin chacha]

John stood next to the window, fresh out of the shower, his towel forgotten. The light streamed through the glass over his tanned skin, his chiseled abs and rippling chest moved in and out in quickening breaths. His left hand braced against the window for support, his right hand sped over the throbbing length of his slick, blood engorged cock. Pre cum had wet the whole length of his veined, throbbing rod and made it look wet from glans to balls. He was sure someone would see him if they looked but at this point he wasn't thinking about anything, anything except the completely amazing body of the woman standing just below and through the window from him.

To look at her you would never imagine she was nearly 47. She looked like a model 20 years younger but she also had that veneer of a mature woman, that poise, that raw sexual fire. She could flirt without being blatant, when she moved her shelf like, round, gym hardened ass drew the eye like a moth to the flame.

She moved slowly out on the back lawn, hose in hand as she watered the plants of her sprawling yard in the summer sun. Her long blond hair was loose about and over her shoulders, her sculpted legs were almost completely bare, golden brown from the sun from her new pink tennis shoes, over her smooth skinned calves, letting his gaze linger on the backs of her hardened hamstrings and thick but not mannish quads. She was wearing what passed for workout shorts but were little more than volleyball shorts, the seam of which had the glorious task of riding between the cheeks of her plump sculpted ass cheeks, set deep between them and ending just covering the straps of her work out thong. Both were aqua and black with a fierce checkered pattern. Her low back was bare, her back muscles moved beneath her skin as she watered and let the sun shine off her golden skin. The back of her designer sports bra left much of her back open for his viewing pleasure and somehow hoisted her great big tits high on her chest, zipped in the front, it showed only a hint of her cavernous cleavage. John knew her bra size by heart, he had jerked off with a guilty heat in his stomach while holding them in his hand. They were always sexy; reds and black and all the colors of the rainbow and every fabric under the sun. Lace and cotton, silk and satin; it was all fuel for his spank tank.

Her hair looked like spun gold, curly and laying about her shoulders. Her sky blue eyes hidden behind her designer sunglasses. Admiring her flowers with a cute half smile on her thick lovely lips as she moved slowly through the yard.

John hated to admit how horny she made him, had always made him. When they had met and she was only 10 years older than he was. His father had brought her home, fresh from divorcing John's mother he had met her at the college and in less than six months she was wearing a ring and living in his father's sprawling mansion. John had hated her for her beauty and for replacing his mother but time had made him ambivalent. He had hated her even more the first time he wrapped her thong around his fat cock and jerked off just on his 18th​ birthday and slowly let that dislike turn to lust and then eventually as she had stood with his father when he had gotten sick, love. He had never called her mother or mom. It made what he wanted to do to her horrific and wrong.

She now maintained the house and his late father's businesses until their sale was complete. She would never work for the rest of her life and neither would John, he still would but he wouldn't have to.

She had welcomed him with a hug and tearful eyes when John had come home a week ago to bury his father. She had demanded he stay, the massive house was lonely empty as it was. John's father had not wanted more kids and that was fine with Mandy, his stepmother. She had been a good wife, taking care of his dad all the way till the end.

Now here he stood, naked as the day he was born, cock in hand, watching her walk around the back yard in her work out clothes as he imagined all the vile sexual things he wanted to do to her.

He had been fine till he found that file on his father's computer. He had still felt himself get semi hard every time she was in the room, but no truly sexual thoughts till he had clicked on that stored video.

His father had traveled a lot, and he knew that when his father was well, they had a very active sex life. Apparently when Mandy was lonely and his father was away she would dress up sexy or naughty and abuse herself for his viewing pleasure. He had beat his dick nearly raw after he got over the shock. Watching her work herself over with various toys, the dirty things she would say, all of it, just fuel for the fire that now burned in his balls as they tightened up and he felt pleasure build to a point he could not take and spewed his molten seed onto the panties wrapped around the fat pulsing head of his cock, quickly overwhelming the gusset and flowing over his hands and dripping in fat blobs onto the hardwood floor at his feet and even splattering the window in front of him.

He had to find a way to have her, to feel her against him, know how it felt to slip inside her and taste her pussy and every surface of her body. See the faces she made when he pounded her, feel how wet she got the longer they fucked, hear her scream when she came around his cock, watch her shudder and shake and scream when his cock twitched inside her.

Part of him felt terrible, even as he continued to stroke his still quaking cock, feeling it keep some of its rigidity even after cumming as hard as he just had. But that part of him, a bigger part knew he had to have her.

***​

Mandy had to fight to keep her breathing down, she could feel his heavy gaze on her, running over her skin like rough hands, his rough hands. The very thought of that made her mouth run dry. Btu that was the only part of her that was dry. Ever since she had met John years ago, when he was too young for her, she had been too young for his father but it hadn't mattered, she was old enough to know better, but he was nice and she had tried not to fall for him, knew what it would look like, the young woman just out of college, no real career path, the rich newly divorced man. She had fallen for him, not giving a shit if the world damned her. She had loved Jack, as often and as hard as possible until he had gotten sick. They had many happy years together. Sure she had thought about other men, men at her gym and other places, she was still young, but she had never even considered stepping out on him, even when he had gotten really sick. She had loved him.

Then John had walked off the plane.

Mandy hadn't seen John in years, he had been so busy. Even before John had gone over seas, Jack had gone out to see him, leaving Mandy to manage the house and some of their rentals and other properties and holdings while he was gone. Now when she was vulnerable and full of grief, in walks this chiseled beast of a man, tattoos and corded iron muscles under his tight t-shirt and pants. His blue eyes and bad boy tattoos, his perfect smile and that bar of iron in his pants.

Mandy hadn't been with a man in nearly 7 years, the cancer and care had made it impossible for him to please her, the thought made her sad, terribly so but she also hadn't felt a man's touch in that way in almost a decade

John held her when they had buried Jack. She had helped him to bed the night after when he had gotten so drunk he could barely stand. She had helped him out of his clothes, seen his heavy cock locked away in a pair of dark boxer briefs. She had felt ashamed, while also feeling so wet that she had to change her conservative panties and sleep wet and throbbing all night. She couldn't bring herself to touch herself, she felt too guilty.

That was several days of quiet moving about the house that had seen them return to her routine as best she could, but now she had a man in the house again, albeit down the hall while she slept in the massive bed alone.

As the days went on they had talked more, even laughed a bit, she had taken him to the gym, watched him work out and had to excuse herself to the bathroom, her nipples so hard they hurt as they rubbed inside her sports bra, her pussy so wet she was sure she would leave a wet spot.

Then today she had seen him in the shower when she brought him a fresh towel, she had left it on the sink and then she had seen him, through the fogged glass, seen how the lines of his muscles had bulged under his skin, seen the puckered skin from his war wounds, then he had turned sideways and she had to stop herself from gasping.

She had seen it in his pants, in his underwear, but it was different now, not clothed and swinging between his legs, long and thick even when it wasn't hard and full of blood and desperate to be pleasured and used for pleasure. It was incredible. Jack had been big, almost painful at times but not as big as John would likely be.

She felt her mouth water, she wanted to touch him feel him twitch in her mouth, taste him. She wanted to feel his hands on her, mauling her tits, slip his big fingers inside her. Stretching her out, making her ready for his thick cock, allowing him to slip inside, fill her up, make her shake and cry out.

No. She had known him for so long, she had hugged him and hoped he would call her mom someday. It made how she felt that much worse. No she could not be with John. She would have to control herself. No matter how bad she wanted him

***​

Mandy was standing by the counter, making lunch. She had just gotten back from the gym and had gone to make lunch while John had showered, she wanted to go look in on him, see his body again, her Adonis. But she had stood at the counter, slicing vegetables. She had heard the shower shut off and knew he would be down soon. She wasn't sure how long John planned to stay. But she had to admit she was finding her choice harder and harder

***​

John had dried off quickly, put on his tank top and a pair of bikini briefs, something that outlined his cock and made it look even bigger and steeled himself. He had watched a few of his favorite video files before he had gotten dressed. He was hard as a rock but he hadn't touched himself at all. Watching her finger her pussy on his computer, first one, then two and then finally three fingers that had gotten her off so much that she had twitched and screamed and convulsed, finally shutting off the video when she had regained herself. Watching that and not pounding his meat was a true act of self-control. Now that time was over, he was going to push it, see if she felt the same, if not he would deal with it and be on his way, if not so many things would get done he would need all the energy he could. He had thought to test the waters a bit during lunch, see what it would take to seduce her. But when he got to the bottom of the stairs and seen her standing there, she was wearing leggings, black and white and painted on. She had thrown a baggy white t-shirt on over her sports bra. The lines of her legs, toned and hard, yet so soft and flawless even at her age.

There was no way he could wait through lunch, not another minute.

***​

She heard him coming down the stairs into the kitchen and knew she had to be out of there quick, go up and shower and then find an excuse to be away from him or at least in public with him so she couldn't break down, change her mind.

"John, it's all ready. I'm gonna go shower and..." Mandy's next words caught in her mouth as she felt him slid up behind her, felt his hands slide up her sides and over her naked breasts. She had taken off her sports bra once he had gotten up the stairs, her nipples hand stopped being swollen and aching to be touched, the shirt had almost made it worse, barely grazing the rock hard and horribly sensitive nubs on her chest as it was. Now his big strong hands were holding most of her large globes. Kneading them gently but with authority. It was like someone had set a fire between her thighs. Then she felt his thick cock press into her ass. Only the thin fabric of her pants and his underwear kept it from laying like some kind of obscene hotdog between the buns of her ass.

"I'm sorry but I tried not to feel this way about you. I have done everything I could, I've beat my dick two, sometimes three times a day but it's only made it worse. You are so hot." He paused, she could feel how nervous he was but he hid it well, a touch of bravado, and a touch of self-doubt. Fuck, it only made him that much hotter.

She remembered something then, something she had done well to forget, when she had caught him sneaking that cheerleader in the back door by the pool his senior year, just after his 18th​ birthday, up the back stairs to his room. She could have stopped him, could have ruined his night. She hadn't. She had been so lonely, like she was now. She had let them go to his room, padded quietly down the hall, stood outside his room. They hadn't shut the door all the way and she had stood in the dark and watched. It was dark in the room, so she hadn't seen much. She had heard more than seen but it had been enough that night. She had seen the girl kneel at his feet like he was some pagan god, seen the outline of her head as she sucked his fat cock into her mouth. Heard the obscene slurping and licking, heard the tight 18 year old girl moan with her mouth full of hot hard cock, heard John groan as she pleasured him. Heard him take control and flip her onto her back, heard her giggle nervously and then groan as he licked her, noisily. She had cooed and gasped and cum at least twice on John's face. By then Mandy had slid her robe open and pinched her nipples till they hurt so good, felt her little cotton thong lose the battle to hold back her juices as she slid her hand inside and began to strum her clit. Mandy had heard the girl whisper that he didn't have to wear a condom, she heard her stepson say he knew and then put one on anyway. She had bit her lip hard enough to almost bleed when she heard the wet sound his cock made when the head slipped in, pushing past her willing lips now stretched no doubt to the limit around the monster he kept in his pants. Heard the bed squeak like an accompanying chorus to the cheerleader's squeals as he set to it, pounding his hips into her. Their skin made increasingly wet slapping noises as he set to and maintained a rapid, body jarring pace. Mandy had cum so hard when the cheerleader called out his name she had almost fallen over. She had staggered back toward her room, wobbly on her feet, her panties absolutely soaked with her cum. Her taunt stomach full of guilt and a mix of emotions. She had buried that memory until she felt John slip his hands onto her, once his skin touched hers it was as vivid as if it had just happened.

She could tell he was nervous, probably for the first time in a while, that he may have gone too far. Crossed a line that they might never get back from. She closed her eyes and groaned, pressing her butt back against his hips. She felt his cock now was hard and throbbing. His hands kept kneading her tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers till they were hard and aching. She gasped as she felt his lips light on her neck and she tilted her head, allowing him more access. Her pussy was on fire by then, dripping wet and throbbing, her clit begging to be touched, confined in her soft lycra workout thong. Her shifting hips made the damp lycra rub along her engorged lips, building the fire at the base of her stomach that was already like a bonfire.

Not a word was said as she took hold of his left wrist and pulled it down and sadly off her tit, bringing it to the hem of her shirt and then raising it up, pulling the shirt up with it. As soon as her nipples felt the air she wanted johns mouth on them, wanted to feel his tongue wet them and swirl on them. With her right hand she slid it down over her taunt stomach, hooking her thumb into the front of her leggings, forcing them down, gasping as his kissing and licking of her neck became more animated. His right hand followed hers, falling from her tit and sliding beneath the hem of both her pants and panties. Mandy caught her breath, was he finally going to touch her, slid his fingers over her thick lips and enter her? She whimpered as he did not, but he did help her get the no longer needed garments over her plump butt and down to her mid-thigh. The air felt electric on her damn lips, Mandy groaned as she felt his iron hard cock pulsing as it lay between her now naked ass cheeks. She tipped her hips back and forth, wedging his fabric covered cock deeper between her cheeks. Goosebumps broke out all along her body as John traced his fingertips down over her arms and onto her sides and then to her hips when she pulled away and began heading toward the stairs. She heard him breathing, the words rising to his lips, likely to apologize or ask what she was doing when she began to walk up the stairs, turning slowly she extended a hand and gave him the come here motion and then made his way up the stairs.

***​

As she walked up the stairs, her pants pulled back up so she could walk, Mandy began to get second thoughts. What was she doing? Was she ruining it between them? Was she sick for wanting to just have her guts fucked out by the boy who had been her stepson? Was it wrong that she felt so much desire so soon after Jack's death? She needed this. She needed to feel him with her, inside her. She needed to feel something right now. She had loved John all his life since she had met him. Maternally at first and then, ever since that night, in a different way a slightly sexual way. And once Jack had not been able to, she had thrown herself into the gym, burning all her nervous energy away and angst in her physical need. The sweat and time had really helped getting her body into a finely tunes machine. Her ass was supple and muscular from tones of squats and miles in the pool. Jack had been very upset at his lack of performance on a handful of occasions given how amazing she looked. His meds may have made his cock not work, but Jack's tongue was never an issue. Far from it. Jack had made her cum so many times on a handful of occasions that she had actually passed out from pleasure.

Standing there, in her room, her ample breasts out and wanton. She turned and any idea that she was going to turn back fell away when she saw John standing in her doorway in nothing but his skin. Taunt muscles and deeply tanned. His cock was enormous. Almost too big. Mandy had only been with a few guys before Jack and none of them were overly large, big enough to please her but not porn star big. John was porn star big and so thick. That might be a problem but she would jump off that bridge when she go there. With a smile and a gaze that met his she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and side straps of her thong and pushed them all the way down and off. When she stood back up, John had not moved. He stood his eyes wide and his mouth slightly agape at her as she stood there naked before him.

Putting her hands on her hips and running them up her sides and over her tits, she pinched both of her nipples and then dropped her hands.

"So", Mandy said in a voice just above a whisper, "what do you want to do first?"

John still stood there, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Do you still want to do this?" She asked, her heart in her chest. If he turned back now she would absolutely die. She was sure of it.

Without another word he stepped across the room quickly and took her tits in his hand and then dropped his warm wet lips down to her nipple and began to suck and flick it. Mandy closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations that rolled through her body. God he was teasing her so well. There she was, the channel of her pussy was full to the brim with fluid, her outer lips throbbing so fiercely it ached to be touched, and here he was licking and sucking her oversensitive nipples. One then the other and then he pressed her tits together and began to work over both her nipples at the same time. She took he head in her hands and pressed him to her chest, reveling in how intensely he was attacking her, moaning in her throat as she backed toward the bed, drawing John with her.

 

[Odin chacha]

She broke his contact when she down on the bed. Looking up she saw his massive cock throbbing just inches from her face. She made a rumbling mmmmmmmm as she reached out for it, wanting to take it in her hands and feel its warmth and catch the leaking precum that ran now freely from the organ as it twitched in the air to the beat of his heart.
"Move up on the bed." He said then, his throat working to wet his dry mouth. Mandy smiled and pushed herself back just a bit when he caught hold of her knees and pushed them gently apart. He gave a small noise and his eyes lit up as he saw her at her most revealed. Mandy was silently thanking god she had just been to the salon very recently and had her pussy itself waxed to a dolphin smooth feel and trimmed her thick mat of pubic hair down to a nicely groomed bush that sat above her pussy and was barely an eighth of an inch above her skin. She could still wear her revealing bikini and not have to be completely bald. Jack had always liked a little bush and so did she. It made her look and feel like the sexy grown woman she was more than some hairless debutant waiting to be touched.
"You like the view?" Mandy asked as she tried not to be nervous as John took her in with his gaze. Never one to be a spectator in the bedroom, she reached down while he watched and spread her pussy lips open wide with her right middle and ring fingers. All of the gathered juices inside finally ran down over her red and ready inner lips and began to wet a trail down over her asshole. She was soaked.
John leaned down and with a flattened tongue licked between her spread lips. Mandy cursed and fell back on the bed. His tongue went to work and he reached up between her lewd spread thighs and pulled her lips apart as wide as they would go without hurting her. His tongue danced and wiggled deep inside her pussy and Mandy through her head back and moaned, mouth hanging open. Christ. No wonder that little cheerleader had cum so fast and so much. His skill with his tongue seemed to be everywhere. All over her lips, both inner and outer, she was seconds away from cumming and super hard and then he clamped his lips over her ready clit and he set to flicking his tongue against it.
That was the last straw.
Every muscle in her body tensed. She grabbed hold of the back of his head and bent nearly in half as she went off like a grenade. Mandy screamed, her breath came in great gasps as her orgasm thundered through her. He strokes didn't relent. He kept at her clit. Her orgasms were usually pretty great, hard and wet, and throbbed from her stomach down all the way to her feet. This one wasn't stopping, John was just beating her clit like a drum with his tongue, she just kept twitching, her stomach and pussy clenching as she just came and came and came.
"Stop, please oh fuck!" Mandy pulled John's face away from her pussy, his chin cheeks and, Jesus his forehead, were wet with her juices. He sat back on his haunches. His cock was sticking up and bobbing violently with his heartbeat, it was leaking precum like a faucet, the large, plum sized head was deeply red.
No words were exchanged as she moved back on the mattress, taking hold of her legs behind her knees. Mandy was breathing like a bellows as John knelt between her legs. He took hold of his cock, running his palm over the great amount of precum and smearing it over the head and he stopped.
Mandy reached up and ran her hand over his chest.
"What's wrong baby?" He grimaced and frowned, sweat beaded on his face and chest.
"I'm so keyed up right now, I'm probably gonna cum super quick." John said, he laughed nervously and looked ran his hands over her torso now slick with sweat and ran his fingers through her pussy lips. She followed his hand, her pussy was laid open like the petals of a flower, her nectar flowing freely. She was right there too. It was like she had never reset after she had cum. It would take about two strokes she figured and shed be clutching and whimpering, her pussy pulsing in a death grip around anything he put inside her, hopefully his thick wet cock.
Mandy leaned back and smiled hotly at him. The sheen of sweat wetting her flesh and making her slightly cool in this momentary reprieve.
"If you do, we just have to do it again don't we?" She watched the smile spread across John's face and knew she had just made it all alright.
Mandy bit her lip and tipped back onto the pillows behind her, and took a deep steadying breath as she felt him move closer to her, her hands locked behind her knees and she splayed even further, her pussy still flowered open and leaking.
John took hold of his cock and gave it a couple of long slow strokes before dragging it along the crease of her pussy and she nearly came again just from this. John nestled the fat head of his cock till her pussy just began to stretch around it and took a steadying breath.
"Push it in hard, John" Mandy said trying to impale herself and then he pushed forward, plying her warm, wet, pliant flesh open to swallow nearly half of his eight inches in a single go before he stalled.
"Oh GOD!!" Mandy screamed, her eyes clamped shut, she could feel him twitching inside her as he froze, his massive cock swelling and leaking five inches into her sopping wet tunnel.
"Oh fuck. If I move at all baby I'm gonna cum." John said through gritted teeth, his own hands pushing her legs back. Mandy's eyes shot open and her hands dropped down her torso.
"Hang on sweetie, I'm so close too. I want to cum with you." Mandy pleaded as she splayed the middle and ring fingers out around his girth, holding her lips apart, laying her left hand over the top, pushing the tip of her middle and index finger onto her clit, as she did she felt John began moving back and forth ever so slightly, pushing deeper and deeper into her pussy. With each thrust she felt him spread her a bit further open, felt the fire build in her pussy, quickly rushing toward a conflagration. She could feel the fat head of his already large cock swell slightly, saw the muscles in his neck go taunt, the muscles in his jaw began to flex and tighten as his hips moved with greater zeal. Pushing and pulling, skin against skin faster and faster. She could feel his rigid length between her fingers grow even harder, she pushed on her clit along with each stroke.
"Oh fuck, I'm cumming!" John shouted as his hips began to crash into her, faster and faster, shoving hard on her legs and forcing her pussy open even further, driving him deeper with each violent, desperate thrust.
"Yes baby, now now now!!!" Mandy felt her pussy tighten like a rubber band and then begin to rhythmically pulse and squeeze. Just as she felt him push into her as deep as he could go, his balls pulled up tight beneath his cock, ready to explode. She groaned low and long, when she felt his cock buck and pulse inside her. Her already hot and wet pussy got wetter and wetter with each small shift in his hips, she felt the hot gush of his seed against her cervix, the soft wet pressure of each spurt and the dirty thoughts in her head caused her to cum hard again around his spurting member.
Mandy had felt a man cum in her before. Lots of times in fact. Jack had never used condoms and she had never wanted him to. To feel him inside her when he came was better than anything. So intimate, so freeing, so naughty even though they were married. For some reason it just felt better, riskier. She had never even thought about it with John, thought about that moment when he couldn't hold back. And as she felt him spewing his molten seed into her body she was glad they had never considered anything else.
As he continued to cum, fill her with scalding hot heat, Mandy flexed her legs closed, locking her heels against johns sculpted ass. John continued to gasp and cry out, his hands puling her legs tight to him. Reaching forward she pulled at John, closing her eyes and groaning at how sexy he looked, attached to her at the pussy, his chiseled skin wet with sweat and red with sexual exertion. His eyes closed and his mouth hanging open as he continued to groan as he fired the last of his scalding hot seed within her womb. When he finally opened his eyes, there was a look of panic in their depths, like the reality of what they had done struck him. She felt him try to pull away and whined when his huge, only partially deflated cock slid out of her with a wet pop. Mandy dropped her hand down between her legs and clamped it over her pussy, catching a good portion of the cum he had deposited in her that got pulled out when he uncorked his cock from her still reeling hole.
John opened his mouth to speak, Mandy was terrified. What would he say? Would he blame her somehow for this, hate her, curse her? She had apprehensions of her own, felt a squeamish feeling after sex you know you are not supposed to have but also the taboo heat of what they had just done and how incredibly sexual and on fire she felt; this Adonis standing mere feet away his eight inch monster only partially deflated and still throbbing in midair, her loins, still sopping wet, the depths of it plumbed as they had never been, the deepest well of her womanhood swimming in what felt like a veritable lake of cum....
Her stepsons cum...
The thrill of that struck her like a hammer, and her previously motionless hand that was clamped over her ravaged pussy, clotted and slick with John's cum. She felt like it was made of fire and all her body cut alight.
"That was amazing baby. I have wanted that for so long." Mandy said, humming contently as she began to mover her hand in small circles. Her pussy, her body's arousal making the engorged skin pliant and full of sensation.
"You have?" John asked, his strong hands reaching up and wiping the sweat away from his face as he stood still half rampant no more than 2 feet from her.
Mandy nodded and bit her lip as she slid the middle and ring fingers into her pussy all the way to the webbing. God, he had doused her insides with cum. None of that stupid fake cum from the pornos, but a super heavy amount of real honest to goodness man cum, mixed with her own slippery fluids making it seem even more. She could feel the difference in the fluids as she rubbed her walls with her probing fingers, touching all the parts of herself inside that felt the best laying propped up watching his face as she lewdly fingered herself in front of him.
Johns eyes seemed glued to her pussy as she fingered it, she felt her clit tingling and knew she was again climbing the hill toward at the very least a mini orgasm.
"You came so much sweetie. I can feel how full I am right now. It's so hot, I've never felt this good, so hot." Mandy said as she slid first her fore finger and then with a slight effort she forced a forth finger into her weeping, clutching pussy. That fullness tossed her over the edge. The stretched open, lewd, hyper sexual feeling made her gasp and pull her hand tight against herself as she came, her legs shook she came so hard. Mandy gasped and groaned and laughed and rubbed her clit violently until it almost hurt until she pulled her hand free. Relishing the feeling as her inner lips, now free of any intrusion slowly pulled themselves closed, the empty feeling deep in her made her lust push at her brain, demanding more. Even though her stomach hurt from having flexed so hard from cumming and she felt dizzy and giddy from the titanic release. She had never cum as had has she had tonight and was almost certain somehow that John could push her further.
Her stepson. She shivered as she pushed forward on the bed and then slid off onto the floor, John stepped back as she gave him her best bedroom eyes and bit her lip as she now knelt before him like some pagan god, his glistening cock now only slightly throbbing inches from her face. She looked up just past to as she leaned forward, placing her left hand on his hip she leaned down beneath his cock, extending her tongue she rode it along his slightly less heavy sack. John recoiled and threw back his head as she took one of his balls in her mouth and sucked on it gently. The smooth, yes he shaved them sexy, globe swirled in her mouth, tasting salty in her mouth from their combined fluids as she gently moved from one to the other. Drawing their cum gently from his sack where she had coated them with her excitement during their coupling.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good, mom."
There he said it. Her eyes never left his face as he felt her pause, one of his balls still in her mouth, resting on her tongue. He looked panicked, truly afraid. Like what he had said without meaning to would ruin everything.
Mandy pulled her mouth off his ball with a slight pop, leaving the roiling organ coated in saliva. She slid her left hand over from his hip and closed it over the base of his cock.
"Don't call me that." Mandy whispered up at him, her eyes locked as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as it would go and swallowed the first three inches of his flagging pole, rolling her tongue over the head and the darting just under the ridge of his glans. Her right hand rose up and like she was holding globes of fragile glass, she began to gently kneed his balls as she sucked and licked at his pole. Not moving but licking and slobbering all over his cock. She had to back off a bit, for he swelled up, rising to his full hardness. Her left hand took hold of the bottom half of his shaft and began to stroke it while she sucked her mouth back up until just the ridge of his glans were in her mouth, vacuum sealed closed over it as her tongue began to whirlwind around the sensitive head.
John began to moan and she felt his legs and taunt body shake at the surge of sensation that flooded from his very root. His strong hands took hold of her shoulders, and held her tight, neither pulling her away but not pushing forward as she continued her onslaught on the most sensitive part of him. He had been so vulnerable in that moment. This strong alpha male, this warrior and gym hardened man, fearful and unsure. He had let down all his guards, all his barriers were down and at that moment she had never felt more in love and in lust with someone.
She wanted to touch him in every single inch of him, wanted to be enveloped by him and ruled by him and yet knew she wanted the same in return. None of that mattered at the moment though. She felt his cock fully turn to fleshy iron in her mouth and though she didn't want to let it go, she spat it out, a long line of white spit fell from her mouth and landed on her sweat sheened tits.
Standing up she turned and crawled onto the bed, her ass upraised on her hands and knees. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at John.
"I need you inside me..." She said, biting her lip. "Son..."
She nearly giggled as she watched his neck hitch and his rampant cock follow suit. Freud was right, nature set the flame in the loins of some boys and she was fanning it now, reveling in the taboo and knowing she would certainly be on the receiving end of the fun roleplay and partial truth of the statement. John moved up behind her, on his knees on the bed she spread her knees a bit further and felt her sodden outer lips, still loosened by the beating she had taken by his cock, split open as she spread open a bit, she felt his cum and her excited fluids flood her inner lips, begging for the pounding she so very much wanted.
Slap!
His strong hand crashed into her taunt ass cheek hard enough that she gasped but not hard enough to really hurt her. She groaned, the blow so unexpected, made her pussy clench so tight it almost hurt and a surge of fluids flooded her so much that it ran out of her gaping lips into a trio of long wet lines down her inner thighs.
"You said I couldn't call you that." John said, his voice husky and just above a whisper. She felt him move closer and felt his mushroom smack into her clit from below and his thick head trace between her outer lips easily spreading her open and she felt it trace a hot wet trail from her abused clit till it was wedged against her hole, the hole of his cock already just inside her.
She looked back at him, her eyes half lidded with furious lust, her heart pounding in anticipation.
"Call me whahhhh." She said as his hand fell again on her ass. She felt his other hand clutch her hip tightly.
"Mom, you're being a bad girl." He said a bit louder, gaining confidence in the roleplay and the fact that it was in fact true. She shuddered as she felt him push forward hard and then cried out and threw her head back as he pushed inside her, his huge head widening her, forcing her open, pushing the ultra-sensitive skin aside and scrapping deliciously along her insides until finally his pelvis crashed into her ass, her engorged pussy lips now stretched taunt around his invading organ like a snake trying to swallow an egg.
Mandy felt her toes curl painfully as he reached deep inside her. Deeper than any man ever had. She could feel her lubed tunnel clutch him tight, she could feel the rapid pulse of his heart, she could feel the spongy head nestle just into her cervix, it hurt, and it felt so good, all at the same time.
"I can't believe how good this feels." She could feel his eyes looking down at the connection between them. His large strong hands pulling, holding her tight against him. Mandy tried to respond but couldn't form words, her jaw was clenched so tight that she could only take gasping breaths until her mouth fell open and she cried out, another orgasm tore through her guts. She could feel her pussy clench tightly around him, felt the wet greasy secretions inundate the invading organ as he simply held her there, his cock as deep as it would go, the glans brushing the very back of her pussy.
"Fuck...me..." Mandy managed as she finally felt the torrent of ecstasy subside or at least fall back to simmer, or smolder.
"What?" He asked, leaning down to kiss her back, rubbing his hands over her cheeks, worshiping it with his touch.
"I said fuck me, fuck my pussy baby." Mandy said, winching as he pushed against her and jabbed her cervix again, she could feel her inner most opening winking, seeking blindly to open and let his cum jet inside her, seek out something deeper, something so much deeper...
"Son..." She cooed, feeling him twitch as she said it and then she gasped as he pulled back and she screamed when he slammed it back in, jarring her tits, stabbing her again so very deep. The wet flesh noise it made was so sweet, so sordid. She groaned and screamed as he began to fuck her, hard and fast. Harder than she had ever been fucked. She came after ten stroke and nearly blacked out, and he showed no signs of stopping as he picked up his pace. She was now just hollering, one long howl as she came again and again, and his assault just one long stream of orgasms that didn't end or subside. He never broke stride. Crashing into her as hard as he could over and over as fast as he could. Sweat poured off of him, dripped onto her as she dripped down onto the sheets. Mandy was nearly numb she had cum so much, her pussy ached as it clutched, she was gonna be so sore in the morning, she doubted she could fuck him again for at least a few days.
The thought made her smile as she faced the wall, she was gonna fuck him over and over until he had nothing left. This was too good, too much. There was no way back and Mandy did not care.
"Oh fuck mom, that feels so good." John cried out. His eyes were closed as he just slammed her. Finally slowing and she waited for the cum to surge into her but she felt it twitch and pulse but no wet reward of cum.
"Does it baby? Do you feel how wet I am? How deep you are? Do you feel how bad I want you to fill me up?" Mandy felt a surge of lust. She had never talked like a porno slut but she was certainly behaving like one and she loved every second of it. John did too as he began to pound at her again, her tits warbled as they hung off her chest as he pounded her so blessedly hard. She was blown out as they say, her pussy so wet and used that it was gliding along his length. It felt all the better for him like light wet fingers tracing all the most sensitive spots as his balls began to boil and pull closer and closer to his body, readying their payload as she talked up a storm, egging him on. Her eyes closed, her body slick from sweat and so much fluid. She balled up the sheets and set to making him fill her belly up again.

 

[Odin chacha]

"That's it, fuck me baby. Harder. Oh god. Like that, like that make me cum again. Fuck me full of your cum. Fill up my pussy. Spray it inside me baby. Yes, yes. Oh fuck. Come baby cum deep in my pussy. I wanna feel you spray me full, drench my pussy in cum. Every day
"Oh god! John cried
"Every night!" Mandy screamed, pushing back hard now into his slamming hips. She could feel him starting to swell even bigger, feel the lightning of another orgasm building in her belly, light fire and so much pleasure swirling around as she pushed him on and on.
Oh fuck!" John's hands gripped her hips almost painfully hard as he slammed her into him.
"Fuck me full of your cum baby. Fuck me. Yes!" She saw stars, the world shifted and she clenched her pussy down as tight as her violated opening would allow around the swelling invader.
"Oh god I'm gonna cum in your pussy...MOM!!!" And with that he gave three super hard thrusts and the world caught fire.
Mandy nearly lost feeling, felt like a bomb had gone off in her pussy. She felt his glans swell to painful proportions. Felt it hit her cervix hard one, two, three times and then push against it, hard enough to likely dilate her slightly and then she felt it surge, that wet, hot lovely cum hosing her insides like no other had. She shook and cried as her pussy clamped shut and held him in a vise, milking the torrent of spilling seed out of him and deep into her womb. With the last light of feeling she fell forward, felt his weight fall beside her, his cock still inside her, spewing, working with abandon to get every last shot of hot, life giving cum into her.
As the room faded around her, as she shook and he clutched her, their mutual orgasm subsiding breathlessly he heard him say it again. That thing she had told him not to but now loved how good it felt to hear, how amazing how naughty and so full of love and adoration all at once.
"I love you, mom."
"Love you too, son."
the end