Jenna shivered, watching her husband … seeing all the signs of his pent-up arousal. The rosy blush on his cheeks and forehead and neck … the way he seemed to strain forward in his chair. The way the hand not holding her damp panties was absently stroking and touching the bulge of his caged cock through his slacks.
His words to their son had seemed to arrow into her heart, the heartfelt plea in them melting her, even as she felt herself spasm and clench around Michael’s big cock. She drove forward and down onto her son, producing a wet, squelching sound as she took all of him inside again, and she gripped his hair and head as she held onto him, her arms up over her own head, Michael’s warm breath on her shoulder and neck as she ground against him, feeling her son’s hard chest and abdomen against her back, supporting her as she rolled her hips and ground down onto his rock-hard phallus in animal pleasure.
“Come closer, cucky,” she whispered to Daniel, beckoning, nodding to the carpet in front of them. “Kneel there, hon. I want you to see how good our son fills me up. So good. The best ever, in every way,” she moaned, and turned again, finding her son’s warm lips, a low soft cry of need escaping her as she crushed her mouth to his and breathed her joy into him, her tongue delving to find his even as she lifted herself and then thrust down again, her son’s groan of pleasure mixing with her softer sounds of love and need.
Daniel, almost an automaton, rose, shakily … dropping her panties on the ground near his chair as he walked two steps, three, four … then dropped to his knees with none of his usual grace, seeming to collapse there, a foot from them, his hands on his thighs.
From this vantage both his son and his wife seemed to tower over him … and from this close, the smell of their sex was pungent, the deep familiar musk of his wife filling him as his eyes helplessly slid down to where his son’s cock was buried in her, their coupling already slicking his balls and her labia and inner thighs. Even as he watched, she lifted, and he could see the creamy strands of her juices, copious in her arousal, coating his son’s engorged cock.
She had broken the needy kiss when she sensed her husband’s closeness, and she looked down to find him staring … exactly where she wanted him to be staring.
“Look at us, honey,” she whispered to him, unlocking her grip on her son’s head, sliding her right hand down, leaning a bit to caress her husband’s cheek. “Doesn’t it look amazing, seeing our son’s beautiful cock buried so deep inside me? We fuck in front of the mirror in his room all the time, just so I can see it. It’s the most amazing and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” She slid her fingers beneath her cuckold’s chin, and lifted his head so his eyes traveled slowly to meet hers. “Don’t you think so too, Daniel?” she asked softly, her voice full of her love and her arousal. “I was right, wasn’t I? He’s everything we’ve wanted. You love this, don’t you … you love watching our son fuck me.”
She could read him so well … she knew, now, that it would be okay. So much better than okay. Had known it, in fact, from the time Michael and Daniel had hugged in the entryway. But as much as this moment was for her, she also knew how deeply important it was to her loving husband. Her perfect cuckold.
But the words were important. As was what she saw in his eyes. So she waited. And saw his eyes go again to her sex, where she was still minutely moving, rocking … she could feel the dripping wetness there, knew what he was seeing. She watched him look … lick his lips … then raise his eyes to her once again.
“So beautiful,” he sighed, and one of his trembling hands went to her calf, sliding to her knee. “So perfect. Yes, Mistress. You were right. I love watching you two together.” He shuddered, visibly, his hand caressing her, making her shiver even more. “I love it.”
“I knew you’d understand,” she sighed, and patted his cheek. “No more touching for now … that’s just for Michael now, honey.” She watched him swallow, drop his hand … then leaned back slowly, into their son, and began slowly undulating again. “Now watch, Dan. He’s such a big cummer,” she breathed. “This isn’t his best position for that … but I want you to see up close. His balls have this lovely way of contracting. Watch for that.”
She was already turning back to Michael, losing herself again, her hips beginning to piston more.
“Cum in me, honey. Deep in mommy’s pussy,” she murmured, saying it out loud for the first time tonight … using the words they had been using so often when alone this past month. “Fill mommy’s pussy with your hot cum, baby.”
“Oh mom … fuck,” Michael growled. His arms slid around her waist … and he began to rise up into her, feet planted firmly now, leg muscles tensing and relaxing as he began to drive up into her, even as she leaned forward and put both hands on Daniel’s shoulders.
Startled, Daniel moved his hands to her forearms, steadying her, as she began to lift and drop, matching their son’s pace and need. The sound of their rutting grew urgent, fleshy, as they both strained, Jenna jamming her sopping went cunt down onto her son’s engorged cock as he simultaneously slammed up into her.
“Oh fuck … oh fuck … that’s it … yes … yes, baby,” she cooed as her son plunged up into her as she simultaneously lifted then rocked down onto him. “Come on … fuck mommy … give it to me … God you’re so amazing, honey … yes, just like that…”
Michael was silent, biting his lip, the only response deep groaning growls from his chest as he gripped his mother’s hips, seeming to actually lift her weight and then slam her back down onto his cock, even as he lifted himself almost off the couch with each thrust.
Daniel could only watch and support his wife, spellbound, watching their fucking, hearing their passion. Marveling at his son’s strength and prowess, the raw and visceral chemistry between mother and son very apparent. Clearly, they had done this many times before. Daniel felt the familiar welling of jealousy in him, only compounded enormously by the knowledge that it had been his own son making him a cuckold this past month or more. His humiliation was only compounded by the fact that they had kept this from him this long … that Jenna, despite their rules and their commitment to honesty and openness, had taken her son as her lover and had not told him.
But the power of these feelings only heightened his arousal, speeding his heart rate as he heard his son’s breathing sharpen, saw his big fingers tighten on his mother’s hips, his chest working like a bellows against her back, a sheen of perspiration now gleaming on both mother and son as they worked toward orgasm.
She came first, suddenly arching … then pistoning her hips faster, clenching Daniel’s shoulders, her nails biting into his skin as she climaxed, panting.
“Oh god … oh yes Michael … so good … cumming on your big cock!” she cried, ecstatically, humping herself down and forward onto her son’s thickness, her legs shaking, eyes squeezed shut as she panted like an engine. “Oh … oh fuck … oh fuck, so good … cum baby … show Dad … Jesus, don’t stop…”
Michael, clearly pushed past his own endurance, let out a growl of almost painful-sounding pleasure as he forced his head back into the couch cushion, still gripping his mother tightly, and lifted himself even more forcefully into her before groaning: “Fuck … cumming. So good, mom … keep going…”
Daniel watched and, exactly as she’d described, saw his son’s impressively heavy scrotum contract, seeming to pulse … and watched as his wife ground down onto him as their son panted, legs shaking, trying to keep lifting into her as he climaxed.
“I can feel it … oh yes, baby … fill me!” Jenna cried in joy, and fell back against her son again, almost pushing Daniel away with her suddenness, her arms once again curling up and over her head to grip Michael’s as she worked her hips, circling, grinding forward, even as he buried his bearded face into her shoulder and groaned at the obvious pleasure of her movements, as she worked to milk him.
“Stop mom … fuck … Jesus,” he finally gasped, and used his hands to force her up, clearly overstimulated.
Daniel looked … and saw a sight that would forever be seared into his brain. His son’s big cock, gleaming with his mother’s cunt juice and Michael’s own semen, sliding from her gaping orifice, both of them groaning softly. Even as he watched, a spill of creamy sperm oozed from her wet and still-gaped vagina, drooling down onto the head of his cock and his well-trimmed loins, even as she settled against him and sought his mouth for a deep kiss.
Daniel looked at them, kissing, his son’s hands now caressing his mother’s flanks and arms as they sank back into the couch, both of them breathing hard, slicked with sweat and moaning softly now as they came down from their high.
Daniel’s eyes slid down again. His son’s cock, even softening, was an impressive sight … long, perfectly shaped, with a small upward curve. Its head and shaft gleamed with his mother’s cream and his own, and his testicles were also shiny with their combined juices.
And Jenna … she was still making tiny movements, as if still wanting to ride her son’s cock. She spread herself wider … and he saw more of their son’s semen ooze from her onto Michael’s flat groin.
“It’s okay, honey, go ahead. Michael knows.”
Her soft voice surprised him, and he looked up to find them both looking at him. Her gaze was filled with a satisfied and, for the moment sated, carnality, mixed with her usual loving understanding. Michael’s look was harder to fathom. He was clearly still aroused, still coming down from his orgasm. As he scanned his son’s face, the import of Jenna’s words were clear. He recalled his horror this afternoon upon learning that Michael had seen the video from their Washington encounter with the two black men … and more specifically, the denouement, when Daniel had greedily spread her thighs and buried his face in her used vagina, lapping and licking at the creamy leavings of the two men while Jenna had held his head, whispering dirty encouragement, even as both men had laughed and cheered him on, commenting on the couple’s knkiness and abjuring him playfully to “make sure to get it all, now.”
He flushed, looked from Michael to Jenna, and watched her nod.
“I’ve told him … he understands. It’s okay baby. He needs to see it all. Go on, now … do a good job.”
He couldn’t look at his son again … couldn’t stand to see what might be on Michael’s face. All he could do was swallow, lick his lips … then inch forward on his knees and place his hands on her stockinged thighs. Lowering his head into the funk of their coupling, he had eyes only for his wife’s creamy cunt. The drool of semen still oozing from her. Helplessly, he kissed her wet labia … then extended his tongue and lapped at her hole. Tasting and feeling the now-familiar consistency of another man’s semen mixed with his wife’s essence. Knowing, again, that a line was being crossed that could never be uncrossed.
“Yes … mmm … just like that,” Jenna murmured, soothing him. “He tastes so good, doesn’t he, Daniel? Mommy’s good boy filled me up. Make sure to get it all, baby.”
Helplessly, Daniel did his best to comply as both his son and wife watched.
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