Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Out Of Control:(Incest/Taboo)>Ep21

"Come on, 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 filling me up 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. Let me have mine. I won't stop sucking. I'll take care of you, too, I 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."

Oof. Just go slow. Not used to having something so big in

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

said, "You're giving it to

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

asked. Austin couldn't tell from behind,

mud. Eyes dim. The sleep

son, he's fucking me so good,"

James said, sounding not at all

of only cock and pussy sliding against

was perfect. The shape of her from angular shoulders

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

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...

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.

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

said, "My son. OH! My little boy. Not so little. Ha ha! His cock. My cunt. Oh fill it, baby. Fill me up. Please. Mommy... It's OK. Need it. So

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