The Battered Lamp Chapter Seventeen: The Decision of the Mother - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Seventeen: The Decision of the Mother

... and Phillipa's room. He exited the extra-dimensional space his bedroom resided in—Aaliyah's explanation made his head ache, though Kyle was sure Britney would perfectly grasp the concept—and reentered regular space. “Kyle!” his mom gasped. Kyle flushed, realizing he was naked and his hands covered his cock. “Um, sorry, Mom.” She stood in a silk, blue robe and he couldn't help but admire the way it clung to her lush figure. His mom was the poster-woman of MILF's. His cock swelled, getting harder to hide behind his hands. He wanted to make love with her. He needed to. The next step in healing his sister demanded it. The Panacea needed to be attuned to his sister, drawing on the energy of the two people closest to Fatima—her brother and mother. Only his mother had said no. “I wasn't thinking.” “It's okay.” Her dusky cheeks colored. “I've seen it before.” “I was just going to the bathroom.” She nodded, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. “So, I should...” “Yeah, I guess you should,” she answered. “Um, have you thought about...it, Mom?” “I have.” She shifted. “I didn't sleep at all, to be honest. I'm just not sure...it's so wrong, Kyle.” “It's for Fatima.” Her eyes flicked down for a second. “I...I need more time to think.” She pushed past him, heading back into her bedroom. “I'm...I'm going for a walk.” “It's pouring down rain.” He could hear it drumming on the roof.” “Good,” she muttered. “I need to cool...” She flushed more, then disappeared into her bedroom. Kyle couldn't ...

... help but noticing the way her nipples pressed against her robe.” “Can I help you with that, Master?” Chyna purred from behind him, pressing her large breasts into his back. “I just need to pee.” Her hand reached around him, finding his hard cock, her mouth sucked at his ear. “That's what I meant. You've never pissed in my mouth. I want you to.” “You're such a good slave,” he whispered. “I love you, Master.” “I love you,” he answered. “You know it's not as deep as I feel for Aaliyah.” “I know. You love your wives more than us. We don't mind.” He turned, his hard cock brushing her naked stomach. Her lips were hungry as they kissed him. He ran his fingers through her dark-brown hair as her tongue darted into his mouth. He moaned, loving the taste of her. She dropped to her knees, her heavy breasts sliding down his stomach, to grasp his dark brown cock in her dusky hands, stroking him to his full girth, then her mouth engulfed him. He groaned, leaning his left shoulder against the hallway wall as her tongue caressed the tip, her lips sucking. Her hazel eyes twinkled with eager delight. He relaxed his bladder. That wonderful sensation of release poured out of him, straight into his concubine's mouth. He groaned, savoring the degradation of his concubine. And the fact she willingly drank his piss only made it hotter. Her throat worked as she swallowed his flood, moaning her satisfaction. “Dirty whore,” he groaned. “Drink my pee. Little slut!” She swallowed harder, the tip of his cock ...