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

The Battered Lamp Chapter Seventeen: The Decision of the Mother

... itching with pleasure as he pissed in her hungry mouth. He loved the sound of her swallows, so wrong and obscene. This was true submission. It was so intoxicating. He would never need to piss in a toilet again. Not when he had a bedroom full of concubines that would be more than eager to demonstrate their love in such an intimate way. His stream began to die out, until only a few spurts remained. She sucked every last drop out of him, then she bobbed her head. She had his piss, now she wanted his cum. “That's it, slut!” he groaned, his pleasure churning. Chyna was a grade A cocksucker. He gripped her dark-brown hair, falling loose about her shoulders than in her usual pigtails, and fucked her mouth. She moaned in joy, her arms wrapping around his waist to seize his buttocks, squeezing and kneading him, pulling him into her mouth. “You want my cum, don't you, slut!” She moaned a yes around his thrusting cock. He dove deeper, pressing down her throat. She didn't resist. She was a submissive, loving concubine. Her lips reached the base of his shaft, kissing the tangled mat of his pubic hair, his balls slapping her chin. His fingers tightened in her hair as his balls boiled. His cum flooded her mouth. She moaned louder, her tongue swirling about his cock, swirling his cum around her mouth before she swallowed his salty load. “Thank you for your cum and piss, Master,” she smiled. She gave the tip of his cock a kiss. “Thank you for loving me,” he whispered, stroking her hair. ...

... She smiled at him. “Don't worry about your mother. I saw her eyes. She'll come around.” “Will she?” he sighed. “Have faith.” “In what?” “Why lust, Master!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Detective Donnar knocked on the door. He had been at home watching the playoffs when his phone had rang. One of the missing girls had just showed up at her home, though her mother didn't sound entirely pleased. He forced himself away from the close game. Twenty minutes later he was standing at the Stoddard residence. Two women were shouting inside the house, muffled by the door. He knocked again. Harder. The door yanked open, a middle-aged man was there, his jowls ruddy. “Detective?” he blinked. “Your wife called. Phillipa has turned up?” “Yeah.” Another loud yell echoed from upstairs. “Is everything all right?” “Phillipa is moving out,” he answered. “Her mother is...discussing it with her.” “Has she told you were she's been?” “Her girlfriend's house.” “Did you know your daughter had a girlfriend?” Donnar couldn't remember any mention of Phillipa having a boyfriend or girlfriend. “She didn't seem to have anyone she dated. She had band, really dedicated to playing the trombone, and her book club.” Mr. Stoddard's eyes tightened; the Detective had informed Phillipa's parents some of the details of what really was going on in that club. “So, who is this girlfriend?” “She didn't say. She and her mother have been going at it since...” He shrugged. “I retreated downstairs and let them screech at each ...