If you’re not new, you already know we’re moving from sex with an older woman – to sex with a bride/wife and her mother. I don’t plan to push the incest side of things – but it’s gonna get a little “taboo” from here on out ..
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~~~ Saturday ~~~
I woke up, again, in a cozy bed that was not my own. The room was, once more, bathed in sparkling sunlight. When I opened my eyes, however, it wasn’t my former Science teacher looking at me – but her gorgeous daughter. She smiled.
“Hey,” I said, smiling back.
“Hey.”
The sunlight made her hair glow – and her crystal-blue eyes looked like sparkling gemstones.
“I could get used to waking up like this,” I said, grinning.
“That’s a little surprising to hear, considering I’m usually finishing my cereal to the slurping sounds of my mother using her filthy mouth to vacuum every available drop of semen from your body via your pecker.”
“I’d like to peck you ..”
“Two more weeks..”
I nibbled on the edge of my lower lip and she scooted forward to kiss me there. I wrapped my arms around her and tried to show her how much I loved her.
Within a couple minutes, she had the palms of her hands on my shoulders – pushing me away.
“Easy, Tiger. I thought I could sneak in here and have a little peaceful cuddling – without risking sexual assault – but I see, now, that that only works as long as you’re snoring.”
I set my palms to my chest – fingers spread wide – and mimed my best, “Who me?” look of innocence.
She giggled – but climbed off of the bed.
“C’mon. Mom’s sulking because I ran her off before you could wake up to give her breakfast. She’s probably naked, on the couch, waiting for you to fill her belly with your man-milk.”
I took the proffered hand, stood, and brought her fingers to my mouth for a kiss.
“Not happening, Romeo,” she giggled. “Let’s go.”
She darted out of the door and down the hall, bounding down the stairs like it was Christmas morning.
“What are you two doing?” I heard her mother ask her.
“He’s trying to molest me,” my future bride complained, loudly.
By the time I arrived, her mother was giving me the teacher-scowl.
“Eat your breakfast – and then give me my dessert. When we’re done with that, we’ll get cleaned up and go help your mom feed the cuties.”
My libido calmed a little when my lover mentioned my mother but – as soon as my food was gone – and the bowls and spoons were in the dishwasher – she started undressing me. The sex-drunk libido was back. My balls were churning once again.
Kasey sat in her usual chair, scrolling through something on her tablet, glancing over at us occasionally.
Her mother moved an ottoman, laid me – from the couch – across the footstool – with my feet on the floor.
Resting my head & shoulders on the couch, I watched as she gave me a little striptease – my manhood rising to the occasion.
The show didn’t last all that long because – as usual – she was naked under her house-robe – but she was amazing to look at. Every part of this beautiful woman turned me on. When I wasn’t stiff from feasting with my eyes, I was hard from her saying vulgar things about wanting to be bred.
She walked over, stood on either side of the ottoman – and lowered her body onto mine – impaling herself on my tent-pole.
“Mmm,” she moaned.
I reached for her hips but she swatted my hands. Kasey looked up from her tablet and laughed.
This woman was gorgeous when she was naked – but – I have to tell you – she looks even more amazing when she’s got your cock buried inside of her.
Her body wasn’t moving. Her weight was resting on her thighs as she half-squatted over me.
Outside, she was still, unmoving; inside, however, the muscles – up and down the length of her molten channel – gripped and grabbed at my needy cock.
“Fuck!” I gasped.
She leaned forward, gripping my upper-waist – her thumbs digging into the sides of my belly. I would have complained but she was starting to move up & down – and her fabulous pussy was all I could think about.
Up – and back down. Circle a little. Up & down. Circle. Circle. Circle. (“Fuck!”)
Up – and back down. Up – and back down. Circle. Circle. Circle. (“Fuck!”)
She was killing me. She delighted in making me wait – in stretching our love-making out.
I just wanted to smash our bodies together until we came – she just wanted to torture me!
I reached for her again and she caught my hands, crossed them over my chest, and leaned forward – onto them – trapping them against my body.
My lower-half was all I could move – but I knew better. I was already on probation for trying to grab her. I’m not even sure if I was reaching for her mommy-sized mammaries – or her child-bearing hips. I laid still and prayed she’d let me cum soon.
Up & down. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Circle.
“Fuck!”
She grinned at me – the sadistic bitch – the beautiful, sensuous, .. Fuck she was hot!
Up & down. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Up & down. Circle. Circle. Circle. Up & down. Up & down. Up & down.
Fuck! I was so close!
Circle. Circle. Circle.
I groaned.
Kasey snickered at me. Looking at her mother, she said, “You’re evil.”
I couldn’t stand it anymore!
I rolled and pushed – and succeeded in getting her to lose her balance and tumble off of me to the floor.
I pounced – like a tiger on fresh meat.
I don’t know how – instinctively, I guess – but – as I landed on top of her body – my cock drove straight into her tightness – drilling as deeply as it could go.
She gasped a little – either from the change in position – or my dick pumping the air out of her body as it filled her.
I held her hands over her head and stared into her eyes – those wicked, beautiful eyes.
I pounded my cock into her. There was no love-making. There was no sex. There was no merging of two into one. I needed to fuck. I needed to cum. I needed to fill this tease – this seductress – this succubus – I needed to fill her – to breed her – to own her.
I rutted with her like a wild animal. I felt spittle pooling at the corner of my mouth as I did nothing but focus on slamming my cock in & out of her fuck-box.
I expected to see fear or alarm in her eyes – but – if anything – I saw a reflection of the feral lust that I knew burned in my own.
Her body tensed, thrummed, squirted – and still I pounded into her.
My orgasm was coming. It was a tidal wave – a tsunami – it was going to carry me away when it arrived. I rushed to meet it.
My cock was smashing in & out of her sex so hard that I could feel the carpet chaffing my ball-sack. It didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered.
My orgasm was coming. That was the only thing that mattered.
When it hit, my body went rigid. Only my testes, my ductus deferens, and my urethra were working – expelling the seed from my body with as much force as they could muster.
I was frozen.
My teacher-lover fucked herself up – onto my stationary stem – reaching for her next orgasm.
Her climax arrived when she felt my fiery seed splash against her womb. She clung to me.