Incest (2)
Kael was pretending otherwise, but he was clearly desperate.
His shaft was hammering hard against the soft mound nestled between her thighs.
Looking at the cunt laid bare before him, Kael felt only one thing welling up inside him — the raw craving to bury himself in it at once.
Squelch. Squelch.
Her folds nipped greedily at the tip of his cockhead, looking for all the world like a pretty little clam. But no matter how lovely it was, he could not rush this.
Even the gentlest of women would stop finding pleasure in him if he tore her open.
Slick arousal painted both their thighs like glue. Soft, sticky flesh rubbed together, and her plump outer lips parted shyly, then closed around the pillar of his cock with a wet little nibble.
"Hah…"
Even without penetration, the softness of her entrance was unmistakable, and Kael managed — barely — to keep his lust in check.
Darin's body, by contrast, was thrumming wildly. For a woman, foreplay could be every bit as overwhelming as a hard thrust, and simply grinding his shaft against her outer lips was enough to make her gush. Her cunt fluttered and clenched as if it couldn't get enough.
Squelch-squelch.
Her ass, white as the soft crumb of fresh bread, rode his cock between its cheeks. Every time his thick head dragged through her fluttering outer lips, both their breathing grew rougher.
"Hah… hah-euh…"
Beneath her moans, her tender breasts swayed. Lower still, shaft and cunt ground together, filling the air with a raw, salty scent. The delicate wings of her inner lips were pressed flat and crushed this way and that.
Even the tiny creases along those wings were soft and maddeningly sensitive. Looking at the devastating woman in his arms, Kael could not stop himself — he came like a tide.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
"Ah!?"
A sudden, heavy volley of semen struck her belly, and her pale stomach jumped and twitched.
"Hah…"
His filthy seed had soiled a body cleaner than anyone's. The thought filled him with endless conquest, and a thin smile curved his mouth.
Even as he came, Kael never stopped rubbing his cock against her cunt. He gripped the egg-smooth ass straddling him and kept grinding her outer lips along his shaft.
"Huu… huaah… Kael, j-just a little rest…"
Penetration hadn't even begun, so it wasn't that her stamina had given out. She was simply frightened of the soft, blooming heat rising through her.
She was terrified he would discover that she was aroused by her own son alone.
She hadn't taken any drugs. There was nothing she could use as an excuse.
Kael was far too sharp not to see through her. The clit that had been rubbing against his throbbing cock was swollen and hard. That tirelessly stiff little bud grinding against him without mercy was obscenely lewd.
And below the clit? Her inflamed hole kept twitching, spitting thick arousal that soaked deep into the hair at the base of his cock.
And she still claimed she didn't want this?
Still tried to push him away because he was her son?
Ridiculous.
That was what Kael thought.
Stop this pointless resistance already. Collapse for me.
A sour, heavy scent bloomed thickly through the bedroom and stabbed at his nose — the scent of a woman that drove a man mad. Layered over it came the sweet, rolling fragrance of tangerines and a faint, indecent musk.
"I can't hand you over to anyone."
It was a bitch's provocation, begging to be fucked. Kael's patience hit the floor. His eyes rolled back. She was wet enough. There was no more reason to hold back.
His cock lifted its head and slapped against the entrance of her outer lips, searching for its home. And then, at once—
Shove!
"Kyaaaaah!!!"
His massive cock punched straight through her fluttering hole. He drove it deep enough that the wet heat swallowed him to the root, and when she twisted and shattered into a blinding climax, he matched her rhythm and began to thrust in earnest.
"Aheung… aheuh, aaaah!!!"
Her son gave her no quarter, and Darin sank into a bottomless swamp of pleasure. The way she flailed her arms and legs, lost to the heat, looked nothing like a refined baroness — more like a whore who lived to ruin men.
"Does it feel that good?"
"No, no, nooo… haah!?"
She shook her head and tried to deny it, but the way she panted and spilled lewd breaths while bound in his arms made it plain — her son's cock suited her very well indeed.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Every time the man snapped his hips, the girl's slight body swayed limply, almost pitifully. She was the one on top, yet somehow she was the one being devoured.
Facing each other, they kindled a strange heat between their thighs. When her cunt released his cock, the inner flesh smacked wetly as if reluctant to let go. When it took him back in, soft meat clamped down without a gap and chewed him thoroughly.
The woman clinging to him tossed her head and bounced as if riding a horse. Kael was enormous, and his balls were no ordinary size either — they dug into her slick perineum and dragged and pressed against her pink asshole.
"Heuk!?"
The sensation made Darin's skin crawl; she shook her head from time to time. Heavy balls were one thing. She had never imagined they would rub against her anus…
Even in the middle of this, Darin found herself thinking that any daughter-in-law who shared a bed with her son would have her hands full. Then she opened her eyes and remembered — the person sharing a bed with that son right now was her. She decided to stop thinking and focus only on her cunt. Continuing to think would only breed more torment.
"Ha… uh… aaa…"
"Your son likes this so much. How about you, Mother?"
While thrusting, the man gently cupped her cheek and asked. Half out of her mind, Darin looked at her son with a strange expression, then smiled as if she might cry and nodded.
If my son is happy, then I am happy. That's what it means to be a mother.
Asking a woman mid-sex whether she was enjoying it was usually a mood-killer — the sort of mistake men with little experience often made. Darin found she preferred seeing this immature, incomplete side of her son.
Everything else she was learning about him only filled her with dread.
Saliva dribbled from her open mouth as she wore a foolish, pure little smile.
Hah. She's going to drive me insane.
Kael barely swallowed the curse that rose to his tongue. In this moment, he almost regretted being her child. He had never imagined her reactions during sex would be this filthy — filthy enough to make a man swear.
The beast clenched his teeth. If he kept staring at that lewd face of his mother's, he was going to spill his seed before he even managed a proper thrust. Just looking at her was enough to make his cock weep precum.
Suck. Suck-suck.
Kael explored her thoroughly, above and below, leaving no corner untouched. And still the way her hole lapped at his shaft like it was giving him a blowjob was enough to drive him mad.
"Aaaang!"
Her slender waist arched into a soft curve. With no more mercy in the pounding, her thighs convulsed and the closed space between them split wide open. A lewd, wanton moan settled against the man's ear.
Slap. Slap. Thud-thud-thud!
From the red flesh nestled between her pale groin, arousal sprayed in long arcs and soaked the bedroom. Her shamelessly spread buttocks bounced again and again against his thighs.
She couldn't even keep the dignity of a baroness — her cunt was spread so blatantly it was mortifying. And between those lips a mottled, angry stake was packed tight. Darin couldn't bear to look that far; she whipped her head away. Her face felt ready to burst from the heat of it.
With his cock buried all the way to the mouth of her womb, the position finally stabilized. Kael bit roughly into her pink nipple and picked up speed.
Thack-thack-thack!
Hah-hah-hah-hah-hah — the heat-struck bitch cried out like an animal, over and over. Once she set her mind on forgetting, the man holding her no longer felt like her son.
Just something that made her feel good. Thinking of it that way, there was no reason she couldn't surrender her body. Endless screams of pleasure rang through the bedroom. From her mouth that would not close, saliva steamed and fell in thin threads.
"If you like it that much, shall I push deeper?"
"A-ah, no, it's too much, too muuuch!!!?"
"Too much? While you're rolling your hips like this, enjoying it…"
"No, no, heuuk…!"
Somewhere in the middle, Kael released the nipple he had been chewing. He had sucked so hard it was swollen tight enough to burst, and the sight was so bewitching that he found himself caressing her breasts as if entranced.
In time with his thrusts, her white, full breasts rolled heavily. After decades of craving this sight, Kael finally had it before him, and all he felt was pure, overwhelming gratitude.
Gulp.
The beast swallowed hard, then crushed both stiff nipples under his fingers and twisted them roughly.
"Ah! D-don't twiiist…!"
When her nipples were pinched hard, Darin stuck out her red tongue and made a twisted little sound of protest. But her lower mouth was even wetter than her drooling upper one, so it was no different from putting on a show of resistance while thoroughly enjoying the sex.
Clutching her son's hands as they mauled her chest and wailing wasn't much of a resistance either. Without realizing it, she was guiding those hands toward her breasts.
Harder. Squeeze harder. Keep twisting them.
Kael was genuinely pleased that his mother had a masochistic streak in bed. A sadist like him was a perfect match for her, wasn't he?
With a satisfied laugh, the man slowed the snap of his hips. He was pacing himself so his mother wouldn't faint.
Kael drew her slender waist gently toward him.
Darin settled softly into her son's arms.
And with the girl's tender moans, the night of pleasure only grew hotter.