Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5

... into the world? My brain asked but had no functional cells which could deduce a reason.

Meanwhile, Mom's little orgasms occurred more frequently, and they were getting stronger. My rutting prick made a terrific, flesh buried seismometer. "Oh sheesh, Mom, what am I doing to you?" It seemed impossible for a person to shudder with delight so often!

"Don't stop, Honey! It's incredible!" She goaded me. Her hands clenched and clawed at the bedspread.

I didn't need goading! I needed to take a break to prevent my willpower from shattering from the rising tide of my arousal. Gritting my teeth I stared at the pillow my father used each night beside my mother, possibly after each time he had made love to her. Not shame, but guilt culled the erotic forces conspiring to climax in the next few seconds. I held on to reason. I clenched Mom's hips and increased speed. My hug dick looked like it was being swallowed and vomited by a fat faced lamprey. Its tight, greased throat sucked and disgorged most of my prick, in and out, again and again.

At some point, I would have to face my father and future tussles with his wife. I had entered Mother's room considering the shame that he might endure but I allowed my lust to think instead of my heart. That wicked part of me was finally seeing fruit on the tree of my scheme to take complete advantage of my mother's and sister's fetish. What eighteen year old could resist when the star of my loins and the foibles of their desires were so ...

... seductively aligned? It may not have been fate, but I was too inexperienced to do them and my father any better.

"Ohhhhh, Fuck, it's filling me like a watermelon!" Every sixth of Mother's grunts and moans were accented by another tiny orgasm. I had begun counting, to stay my own climax. Our humping and recoiling bodies shook the bed wildly! Her tits wagged loosely, nipples nearly scraping the bed cover. I wanted to grab them and squeeze them and suck their sensitive knobs so dark and rubbery. But my cock demanded more from me.

I became a timepiece, fucking in and out of my mother's dirt hole to tick every second away. Ten, nine, eight,...

"Harder, Honey. I can take it- ULP! ... I think."

Her breathy words and grinding hips wound up my piece until it broke into double time! My crotch pounded her ass! The lube between us thinned from our friction. Pain along my plunging staff grew hotter. "I'm FUCKING YOU, MOM!" I roared!

"Ow-ow-ow - OWW!!" She too was aching from her slowly drying anus!

...five, four, three-

"Slam it- OWWW, slam it, Baby! RRGGHHH!!!" Her suffering roared back at me. "Almost-"

Zero.

"AWWHHH-GODS-DAMN-FUCK-MOOOOMMMM!!!!" I howled, plunging deepest into her sore depths.

"TERRRIEEEE!!!" Mother screamed my father's name!

Cannonballs would have flown slower than my projectiles of thick cum. My epididymus rapid fired half a dozen fertile rounds into my mother's excretory passage, dooming all of them to horrid death. A creamy torrent tried ...