1. 13 months


    Date: 7/3/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Humiliation, Incest, Pregnant, Stockholm Syndrome, Written by women, Author: iamscrwd, Rating: 73, Source: sexstories.com

    end of his dick went in and out of her neck. Oh…I felt for her…but she was not struggling…so…how could she do that? My god, his dick is all the way down her throat…his testicles were slapping her from her nose to forehead. My hand was squeezing my son’s testicles…almost in rhythm to Maleks slow thrusting. What the fuck was I doing… “ Suck you son’s dick…mother…maybe your daughter can teach you something”. The Malek laughed. I took John’s penis back into my mouth. Slowly in and out, first stopping just at the back of the throat, then a little past. Had a small gag reflex…then a little deeper, slightly more of a gag. Then a little deeper but this time I did not let the head come all the way out of my throat. That worked, only a minor gag, managed to relax my throat more. In and out a few more times until my nose was burying itself into John’s pubic bone, his pubic hair tickling my nostrils. I realized…John’s hard; slick, smooth dick was now embedded well past my mouth. With one hand massaging John’s testicles, I touched my throat with the other…I could feel his cock stretching my larynx at the bottom of my neck. Necessity is the mother of invention…now to finish this. I worked it all the way in and then all the way out, my tongue lapping the entire length. Sweet nectar strung from the eye of my son’s cock head to my tongue. The taste, the flavor, the texture, seemed to cause a reaction deep within my female parts. I could feel the flow of juices moving in my vagina. Oh ...
    my!…this was way, way wrong…try not to give way to lust…just get the job done. John was trying to help now; he was thrusting in a synchronizing movement to my bobbing head. Then I felt him stiffen…Oh shit! Oh no! My brain raced back twenty years…that awful semen…that goop. Too late…his cock pulsed, a spray of hot substance shot down my throat. I could feel it all the way into my stomach. But it was ok…maybe that is the trick…have it in your throat and not your mouth. But John was still thrusting and the next shot did not go all the way down my throat, part of the string of his ejaculation, backwashed into my mouth. It was hot…salty, could almost taste the pungency of it…but not really bad enough to make me gag. Another shot went down my throat…the next full in my mouth. Some seeping out around his cock as it drove through my lips. I felt a drop string its way to my breast. He stopped thrusting…my mouth inexplicably sucking the last vestiges of my son’s cum from the end of his dick. I had done it…why or how could I feel any pride, I do not know. Maybe I had a latent deviant sexual desire for oral sex…just not with my own son…this was the exception, I was forced to do it…for my kids. My head snapped towards Sara. Sara was staring at me, Malek standing next to her the head of his cock connected to Sara’s upper lip by a string of his jism. His cum was dripping from the corner of Sara’s mouth. Her lips swollen from the ravaging they took. My heart went out to her…but then…her eyes ...
«12...567...1314»