Mallory Stevens lay in her king-size bed, naked under the sheets. Her husband was snoring softly beside her. They had made love that same night and Mallory was still in shock from how unsatisfactory it had been. They had always had a solid sex life, but this night, as her husband moved fervently inside her, she felt something different. Empty. Bob looked good for about 15 centimeters, but she had felt like almost nothing. Had that teenager stretched her vagina beyond repair? Sam had taken her roughly in the office and the feelings she'd felt with that scrawny kid deep in her belly had eclipsed everything she'd felt with Bob or anyone else. But Mallory hoped things would go back to normal. They hadn't.
Bob?
Her husband continued snoring.
What was happening to her?
Mallory made sure her husband was sleeping deeply, then slid her left hand between her legs. She was wet. Her fingers caressed her vaginal lips, feeling the soft hairs. With a grunt, she inserted two fingers. For several minutes.
It wasn't working.
Mallory got out of bed and tiptoed to her darkened kitchen downstairs. In the refrigerator on the main floor, a large cucumber from Bob's purchase that day was resting. Mallory needed it. She needed something to fill the vacuum inside her vagina.
The stairs creaked as she made her way to the kitchen. She thought about Bob, innocently buying something for his salad. She imagined the store employee calling him out. She pictured herself unpacking groceries. All those who had handled that once virtuous vegetable didn't know it would soon be buried deep in Mallory's vagina.
With a flood of light, Mallory opened the refrigerator. She found the substitute penis. Maybe it wasn't so... big like that teenager's penis, but it would have to be enough. He pulled it out of the trash and rushed towards the bathroom. In his hurry, he left the refrigerator door open behind him.
If this satisfied his itch, he could get Sam out of his mind.
It passed several weeks for Sam. He ran home from school every day of the week to be able to cum on his mother and Mrs. Singh. Sam was particularly pleased to have been able to make them do things together. Seeing his mother's head shake while her little married neighbor licked her pussy was an incredible high. Not long ago, Joyce would never have conceived such an act, but now she pushed her hips, guiding her pussy towards Alisha's eager mouth. It was the same blatant lust that she showed for her son's cock. A spectacular view.
During that time, Mallory Stevens kept a great distance. Sam was sure she would come to him on her own. But she didn't. Sam even stopped by his father's work, but Mallory hid well enough for Sam not to find her.
Sam spent some nights with Beth, learning more about sex. He especially liked the idea of doing it standing up. Something about holding onto that leg gave him a tremendous boost to thrust his cock at home. Beth was a fan because she let him rub her clitoris on her upper thigh. When he tried it with Joyce, she went crazy.
Of course, Beth wasn't stopping bothering him to let her see him defile an older woman. Finally, on a Wednesday night in early fall, Sam gave in to his sister's requests and set up a plan. 'Is it in the closet?' Beth looked at Sam's closet with a doubtful gaze for a long time. She couldn't see the carpet through the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. It smelled like ripe fruit. She was sure some of her towels soaked in semen were hidden there. Disgust. She should have felt revulsion. This was her little brother, after all, disgusting. However, it wasn't how her body responded. She squeezed her legs together in pajamas while her pussy started dripping into her underwear. 'What's going on?' Sam tilted his head towards her. 'It's just...' Beth breathed deeply and then let it out slowly. Her narrow shoulders relaxed a bit. 'Isn't it a little cliché?' 'You're the one who wanted this.' Sam twisted in his athletic pants. His hard cock was stuck under the elastic band of his pants, but the band wasn't strong enough to keep it in place. 'Enter and leave the door open a bit. I promise you'll get a show.' 'Okay.' Beth made a face at Sam and entered the closet. Her underwear were now soaked and it was only a matter of time before a stain started spreading on the front of her flannel pajama pants. She almost closed the door completely. 'Sam?' 'Yes?' Sam looked at her. The only light came from the waning moon outside his window. He could barely distinguish the soft curve of her cheek and her round blue eye peeking out. 'Thanks for doing this.' Beth's right hand wandered distractedly to her pussy. 'This is going to be very hot.' 'You'll see that you like it.' Sam turned and headed towards his bedroom door. 'I'll go get her.' Wait here and be quiet. Okay, Beth yelled. Her hand had found her pussy. God, this was hot. She couldn't wait to see Sam destroy his neighbor's wife's pussy.
Five minutes later she heard footsteps. Beth leaned down and picked up a random item. She wiped the juice from her right hand on whatever it was and threw it at the floor. There was some satisfaction in adding her own bodily fluids to the mess of the closet. She put her hands on the wall and leaned forward. She couldn't masturbate while this was happening. Any accidental noise could give her away.
Beth peeked into the room lit by a soft silver light. Sam entered, followed by a female form. But something was off. This woman was taller than Sam. She had a complete and well-rounded figure. Her white skin almost glowed in the dim room. Beth stared at the woman.
Damn, it was her mom. Somehow she had discovered what Sam was doing. The bad news was about to happen. Beth held her breath as she waited for Joyce to let Sam have sex under her roof. With her friend, a married one, no less. But there were no screams. Not even a severe reprimand.
Still have a lot of sleep, Sammy. Joyce wore an old t-shirt and underwear. She rubbed her right eye with the back of her right hand.
Please, Mom? Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other. I know you don't like it when Dad is home, but I have an exam tomorrow and I can't sleep.
Beth scratched her head. What the hell was going on?
Joyce sighed and fell to her knees. The rounded curve of her backside caught the faint light perfectly as she emerged from her white underwear. Beth looked at her mother's voluptuous female figure with some jealousy. What was Joyce doing? Oh. Beth put her hand to her mouth. Oh no. The smell of her own fresh pussy remained on her fingers.
Ya está. We'll take care of this and I'm going to bed. Joyce grabbed Sam's cock with both hands, lowered her head, and sucked the head in a mushroom shape.
Ay Dios mío. Beth stared fixedly while her mother's curly brown head bounced over her brother's cock. She was cheating on Dad. With Sam. What a slut!
The sounds of slurping filled the room.
Oh, that's good, mom. Thanks. Sam put his right hand on Joyce's neck, looking at the closet and smiling.
Five minutes later, Joyce had accelerated the pace. Her right hand massaged Sam's enormous balls; hollowing them out, weighing them, and kneading them softly. Her left hand caressed up and down her shaft. Her wedding ring reflected the moonlight and emitted a faint glow.
Beth was torn apart by betrayal and lust. And at that moment, lust was winning. Her hand returned to slide inside her panties and rubbed her clitoris.
Does Dad... ah... ah... ah... know you're... a slut?
Nnnnnggggghhhhhh. Joyce couldn't believe the way Sam spoke to her today. No one, not a single person, had dared to speak to her like that. And she didn't stop it. She didn't do anything to stop Sam's dirty mouth. Uuuuugggghhhhhh, she said as saliva dripped down her delicate chin.
I suppose... that is... ah... no. Sam's fingers tightened in his mother's hair. Take it, mom. Ah... ah... aaaahhhhh. He came in her mouth.
Beth could clearly hear the sounds of swallowing while Joyce swallowed what Beth knew by experience was a large amount of hot semen. Beth shook her head. Damn, her own mother was a sperm-eater. She was sucking down teenage semen like it was lemonade. With that thought, Beth shuddered, her body tensed, and had her own orgasm as silently as possible could.
Already done, better, darling? Joyce licked a little lost semen from the head of her son's penis and got up. Almost, mom. I have a little more left. She took his hand and pulled him towards her bed. Oh ... Sammy ... again? Joyce found herself lying on the bed like an eagle. She took off her shirt and panties and threw them to the floor. You can't keep doing it inside. It's just ... oooohhhhhhhh. Her vagina opened as Sam mounted her and pushed his penis. Beth looked from the closet with her mouth open wide. This was the next level. The completely white butt of her little brother was rising and falling between her mother's legs. From her angle, Beth couldn't see much of Joyce. Only her legs in the air, her toes pointing upwards. That and Joyce's pussy. Between thrusts, she could see the hole through which she had come out trying to contain Sam's enormous circumference. After coming, Beth's feelings of betrayal came to light. How could they? How could they do this to their family? The room filled with the sounds of Joyce's meows and wails, slaps on the skin and occasional mocking comments from Sam. A response emerged within Beth. She didn't know what it would be, but something was about to happen. How could you? Beth came out of the closet and entered the room. She moved towards the bed. How could you two do this? Beth! Joyce looked at her daughter. It wasn't my intention. Her large breasts rose and fell on her chest as Sam continued to plow. Sweat ran down her forehead. He ... needs it, Beth. Sammy needs me. Joyce lost focus with her eyes and went back to resting her head on Sam's bed. Leave him alone, little shit. Beth slapped Sam's thin rear end. I said leave him alone. Her hand rested on his butt and the Heat poured through his fingers, rose up his arm and onto his chest.
'I can't stop, Beth. It's... ah... too good.'
Sam looked over her shoulder, annoyed. 'And keep... uh... uh... uh... it down. You'll wake up Dad.'
The stone sent its energy throughout Beth's small body. 'Dad should be awake. He should see what you're doing behind his back.' But did he really? Beth gazed at her mother's mournful face. She hadn't seen Joyce's bare breasts in years. They were beautiful, full of areola. They jiggled and bounced again and again with each push that absorbed her body.
Mamá ... Beth discovered that her hand was now squeezing her brother's butt. You look very good, mom. The slapping of her mother's pussy was audible from this short distance as half of their family got it on in bed next to Beth.
This is what ... you wanted. See me ... catch a ... uh ... older one. Do you remember? Sam's tempo increased. It's hot ... right?
It was hot. Sam had corrupted his sweet and innocent mother. How long had it been happening? Days? Weeks? This night, she would open her legs like nothing. You've domesticated me, haven't you?
Sam grunted with effort. Sweat was running down his back in small rivulets. Yes. It's my ... uh ... pussy now, I just let dad ... use it sometimes. Right... mom?
Oh God, Sammy. Joyce moved her head from side to side, her pretty curls shading her face. Yes. It is ... true. Your father takes my ... vagina from you. Oh... no... again... and with that she convulsed beneath him in a massive orgasm.
This was the hottest thing Beth had ever seen. The little idiot had conquered his mother. Beth put her left hand under Sam's butt and hollowed out one of his balls. She wanted to feel him come. Was Joyce taking birth control? Beth didn't believe it. Do it, Sam. Come in her. The heat of the rock pierced her.
Ssiiiii. Sam unleashed a torrent of semen into Joyce's unprotected pussy. He slammed into her with irregular pushes again and again, until he finished.
Beth felt the flood leaving her balls in a series of contractions. She didn't know that balls could do that. God, really had filled her up.
Sam rested his head on his mother's right breast. He sighed.
You're a bad boy, Sammy. Joyce gently stroked his hair with her left hand. Her breast rose and fell as she struggled to recover oxygen. You still doing that. Mom? Beth straightened up and looked at them. Joyce was much taller than Sam, not just in height. She seemed an uncomfortable couple. But maybe Sam's enormous cock served as a counterbalance.
Oh, God. I'm so sorry, Beth. Joyce continued to pet Sam's hair while looking at Beth. Are you angry with me, sweetie?
Sam's hips began to move again. A very subtle sway at first.
Yes... No... I don't know. Beth crossed her arms, but she could still feel the power of the rock moving through her.
I'm sorry. Joyce's breathing accelerated again as Sam's thrusts accelerated.
I'll fuck you again. Beth let her pajama pants fall to the floor.
I know, sweetie. Joyce moved her hands to Sam's ass and grabbed it tightly. Her cheeks flexed under her fingers with each thrust.
Are you okay with this? Beth let her soaked panties fall to the carpet.
It's... the work... of a mother... Joyce closed her eyes tightly and trembled completely. She was coming again.
Sam? Beth discovered that her hand was rubbing her pussy. She thought about taking off her shirt, but her small tits couldn't compete with her mother's magnificent ones. Maybe they would grow like that someday. I need you, Sam. I really need you. You've corrupted Mom. Make me your slut too, Sam. Beth climbed onto the bed next to them and got down on all fours, her eyes just above those wonderful oscillating tits. She arched her back and lifted her ass in the air. Fill me, Sam.
No, Beth. There was a powerful mix of pain and desire in Joyce's eyes as she looked at her daughter. No, you too.
I'm sorry, Mom. Beth rubbed her thighs. I can't take it. It's too hot.
Okay. Sam came out of Joyce with a plop. His cock bounced from side to side as he climbed behind her. her sister. Uuugghhhhh. Beth wasn't sure how that cock fit in her, but she always did it. She was so wet that it slipped in with a small sucking sound. 'Better?' Sam gripped her slender hips with both hands and found a constant rhythm. 'You ... ah ... ah ... ah ... have done it Sam.' Bex had discovered until now that sex with her brother was the best she'd ever had. Not very close, but what she experienced at that moment was an order of magnitude hotter than anything that had happened before. 'You've...done it. You've conquered...ooohhh...our family'. 'He did it. Oh God, he did it.' Joyce's right hand pushed further beyond the slight swelling of her belly, between her legs and over the disorder of her vagina. Large quantities of semen filtered through. 'Take your sister, Sammy.' Joyce's fingers found her clitoris. Sparks of pleasure ran through her. 'Do you still want Daddy...to wake up?' Sam saw Beth's small bottom tremble. 'He's sleeping...just at the end of the hall. He...should...know...what...happens...under...his...roof.' Sam punctuated each word with a powerful thrust.
No should have left us with you. Joyce looked at her sons. The moonlight caught the shine of Sam's white teeth as he smiled at her. He should have protected us. The smell of Sam's semen permeated everything. It was the smell of primitive jungle. Joyce's nasal fossae expanded. The smell communicated one of the most basic needs. To reproduce. To unite. To render civilization to instinct.
Papa is stupid. Sam said.
No. Joyce was preparing for another great orgasm.
Oooohhhhhhhh. Beth shuddered and stirred as an orgasm took hold of her.
D... mom. Say that dad is stupid for... uh... uh... letting this happen. Sam loved the expression of confusion and desperation on Joyce's face when he looked at her.
Joyce shook her head.
D... mom. Dad is stupid. Sam gave Beth a slap on the butt.
Just say it, mom, said Beth. She had recovered from coming, but wave after wave of pleasure still coursed through her. She lowered her face to her mother's right breast and took Joyce's nipple in her mouth. She made her tongue circle around the elastic flesh.
He is stupid. Joyce closed her eyes. Your father is a fool. He should know... what... aaaaahhhhhh. Joyce came again with her hand working furiously between her legs and her daughter's mouth on her breast.
Sam came three more times that night. Nothing compared to having these two women at his mercy. He wasn't sure how he would get through the night. As Sam fell asleep in his semen-stained bed, both women stumbled off to take their own showers. They were still trying to hide the growing perversity of Paul.
Mallory Stevens closed the garage door behind her. Bob was going to be late from work, so Mallory had run home. She clung to the silver cross around her neck. Why was Jesus allowing this to happen to her? Everything she could think of was spending some time alone with a cucumber. Her heart accelerated when the image of that thin adolescent flashed in her mind. If Jesus didn't save her from her destiny, the cucumber would.
The need had increased so recently that she had even considered searching for pornography on her computer. But she didn't even know how to start with that.
She found herself step by step in her immaculate kitchen, opening the refrigerator. If Bob had noticed how many cucumbers she had been buying lately, he hadn't said anything about it. A cold breeze blew towards her. Her gaze fell on the middle shelf. There was a big one she had bought yesterday. Long and fat. The emotion overwhelmed her. She took it out of the refrigerator and closed the door.
The doorbell rang throughout the house. Halfway up the stairs, Mallory froze. Whoever it was would have to be dismissed quickly. She walked down the hallway to the front door. Opened the door with a burst, almost offering a greeting. Hello, I ... She stopped and looked.
Hello, Mrs. Stevens. Sam was at the door.
He had carelessly left his bicycle on the front lawn behind him. Mallory looked him up and down. His wardrobe choices were typical of an adolescent - a T-shirt, loose jeans, and old worn-out sneakers.
It was Sam's turn now. His gaze fell to her feet and slowly moved up until he looked at her eyes.
I ... I ... Mallory shuddered. She still had on her skirt with her hair tied back in the back of her head. Only a touch of makeup on her freckled face. The big cucumber hung from her left hand. She realized she was there and shot her hand to the back to hide it.
Sam smiled.
Hiding the vegetable was wrong. Now it seemed like she had ... a reason to hide it. He pulled it out from behind his back and grasped it firmly with his left hand. I was about to make dinner. Oh? Sam raised an eyebrow. Where is Bob? He's working late. Mallory's right hand moved towards the cucumber and began to caress it softly with her fingertips. It took her a few seconds to notice this strange behavior. Her body seemed determined to betray her. She left the cucumber on the side table near the entrance to her left and searched for her pockets to put her hands in. Great. Sam directed his silly smile at her. Can I come in? I don't think it's a very good idea. Mallory was nervous about the tension. She turned her wedding ring around her finger. That's not no. Sam walked past her and entered the vestibule. Um. Mallory poked her head out of the main door and looked left and right down the street. No one was looking. She closed the door behind them. Well, let's go. Sam walked towards his house office in the back. Where? Mallory stood by the door, tormented by indecision. And bring that huge cucumber with you, said Sam over her shoulder. Mallory stayed there for a few more seconds, turning her ring around and around. Then she obediently took the horrible vegetable and followed Sam. By the time she got to his office, Sam's shirt, shoes, jeans, and underwear were scattered all over the floor. She sat down on his beautiful floral-patterned sofa with her ugly monster throbbing and swaying. It slipped out of her lap and dripped a small amount of transparent liquid. She left the cucumber on the desk. I don't want to ruin your nice business clothes. Mallory's right hand moved towards her zipper and away. So ... Sam closed the blinds. He was a naughty boy. Without thinking, she slid down her skirt and left it carefully on his desk. Then she followed her jacket and ... blusa. Then she took off her pantyhose. Oh, God, why am I doing this? Are you talking to me? Sam looked at her. He was really changing now.
Mallory hesitated in front of this thin young man with only his black underwear and bra. Get those off too, I suppose we don't have much time, said Sam.
Sorry, Bob, whispered Mallory. She put her hand behind her, unhooked her bra and took it off. She left it on the desk with the rest of her set. Her breasts were also dotted with freckles, her nipples protruding at the end of each breast.
Really pleasant, Mrs. Stevens. Sam stopped caressing. Come here.
Okay. Mallory took off her underwear and put it on top of her pile of clothes. She took a step towards the boy with his palpitating and distorted appendage. Get up, said Sam.
Dulce Jesus. Mallory sat astride him, with her knees sunk into the sofa at both sides of her hips. She put her hand between her legs and grabbed the head of his penis with the tip of her fingers. She guided it towards her entrance. The last time, when she had taken him to work, Mallory had doubted that he would fit. Now, after having taken him once and consoling herself innumerable times with vegetables, she was ready for that fat penis to slide inside. And it did.
Aaaahhhhhh. Now that she was in him, she wondered how she had managed all those weeks without him. Her improvised consolation didn't compare. And Bob's penis wasn't even close.
Ten minutes later, she bounced up and down with total abandon. She had already had three of the best orgasms of her life. When her vagina contracted around the massive invader, she knew she was preparing for an even bigger one. What... ah... ah... have you done to me? She pressed her hands firmly against Sam's slender chest. Her breasts jumped violently with her movements.
I have converted her into my slut... Mrs. Stevens. Sam gave her a slap on the tits. The small silver cross around her neck bounced from one breast to another.
Oh ... no ... Mallory's feeling of her hands being touched and slapped sent her to the limit. Ooooooohhhhhhh. Her voice reached a long, sharp note. As if she were singing the final of a long hymn in church. She shuddered and shuddered and her vision narrowed down to a small specification, before expanding again.
Casi. Sam hit his right buttock with a strong slap. Mas rapido.
Bob was not always nice during sex, but he had never treated her like that. Mallory bounced back onto Sam's axis, eager to put him at the limit. A part of her brain, distant in the back, tried to light it up with warning lights. This wasn't a safe day. This could end with a baby. But she turned a blind eye. All that mattered was milking this teenager dry. Do it, hissed. Fill me.
And Sam did. He emptied his balls into her uterus.
Minutes later, she was still sitting on top of him, trying to catch her breath. She saw a drop of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose and disappearing in the disheveled brown hair of Sam. Are you satisfied? She breathed deeply several times and pulled out his still hard penis from her vagina. Good God, there was a waterfall of semen down there. She got up from the sofa and looked at him. You have to leave now. Bob will be home soon. Her eyes focused on the swollen purple head of his penis. How are you still hard?
Sam also got up and gave her another playful slap on the backside. Go get that cucumber.
No way. But even as she said it, her feet led her to her desk. She picked up the long green vegetable. What are you doing now -? She was cut off when a hand made her spin around and Sam pressed his lips against hers. She tilted her head and returned the kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue.
A few minutes later, she lay on her back on the floor. She gripped the cucumber tightly in her hand left while looking further at her breasts, her flat stomach and her copper bush towards where Sam was kneeling between her legs. 'This is how far I go inside you.' Sam placed his cock on her stomach so that his large balls rested on the lips of her vagina. 'I can't believe it.' Mallory's eyes widened. The tip of her penis extended much further than her navel. Much further. 'But not your pussy this time.' Sam leaned back and aligned his cock with her small anus. 'What? You can't.' Mallory's heart accelerated again, but she didn't know how to stop this teenager. 'I never.' 'Don't worry.' Sam pushed and the head slid in with a small pop. 'We have plenty of lubricant.' Mallory could see the white and foamy thread covering her penis after making love on the sofa. Would that be enough? It was. A few minutes later, Sam entered and exited her anus. He grunted as he saw how all that length disappeared in her again and again. A new pleasure spread through her.
Now take that green monster. Sam kept his legs open with one hand behind each knee. He was quite upright. They needed space for what was about to happen. And get in the pussy. Mallory pressed her teeth together while doing what Sam asked her to do. Soon, she was sinking her own vaginal depths as Sam dug into her rear. Oh... God... have mercy. She came over both invaders. Impressive, Mrs. Stevens. Sam observed her frantic movements. His wedding ring tightened against the green skin of the cucumber. If only Bob could see her now. Sam smiled. Your pussy is... uh... uh... mine now. Mallory nodded while filling up. Your ass is... mine, said Sam. She looked at him with wide-open eyes and nodded again. You'll come to my house to teach me... Yes, Sam. Her whole body trembled. Anything. Take it. And Sam unloaded into her butt. A little later, Mallory got up. Her knees shook as she watched Sam dress. She lifted her left hand and held the cross around her neck. Will I see you in a few days? Sam buttoned his jeans. Friday night? Mallory nodded. She covered her breasts with her right arm. Great. Sam put on his shoes. Today was incredible. Thank you very much. You're welcome. She didn't know what else to say. It would be better if you cleaned up. Mr. Stevens will arrive home soon. Sam smiled, waved goodbye, and left her office. He walked across his house, out the main door, and found his bicycle where he had left it in the front garden. He walked to his house, whistling a tune. Life was good. Mallory was sitting in the driver's seat of her Volvo SUV, staring fixedly at the main door of Higgins' house. She had parked the car on the path to... entrance, but she wasn't brave enough to leave. The motor was off, but her hands grasped the steering wheel with her white knuckles. Paul and his daughter were looking for universities, so she knew that only Sam and Joyce would be at home. She looked a bit more.
On one hand, the idea of Sam's sinful hands on her skin sent shivers down her back. Not the good kind, but rather the kind you feel alone in the dark. On the other hand, she needed to feel that penis between her legs. Mallory stared fixedly at the door. The only sound in the car was her own rapid breathing.
It was possible to argue that she only needed to give herself to that horrible 18-year-old boy one more time. Then maybe she would get everything out of her system. Her hands grasped the steering wheel with more force.
Mallory breathed deeply several times and opened the door. She got out of the car and her heels clicked on the pavement. She closed the door and smoothed out her dress. She had told her husband that she was going out with friends and not to wait up for her. As an excuse for infidelity, it was a bit trite. But you work with what works. She had dressed as if she were meeting friends. A blue dress slightly less than modest, to the knee, showing only a hint of cleavage. A pair of red heels on her feet. A discreet touch of makeup on her face. Her hair fell over her shoulders. Just going to grab some drinks, Bob.
A step towards the door. Followed by another step. She could do this. The outside air felt fresh and clean, with only a hint of cold. The sky had deepened to a blue horizon. A bird chirped from a nearby tree. Her feet continued moving, one after the other, until they hit the carpet on the door.
She grabbed the doorbell and pressed the button. The muffled bell resonated through the door. No going back, Mallory whispered. She ran her hand over her shoulders, and straightened and waited. The door opened and Joyce's warm smile greeted her. Hi Mallory. Sam mentioned you could come. Come on in. Joyce was wearing a modest dress with a blue design pattern that accentuated the curve of her breasts.
Thanks. Mallory tried not to look at her directly. Were Joyce's breasts larger than before? Um... This is a bit awkward. Mallory entered the main hallway.
Don't think about it. Joyce closed the door behind them. Can I get you something to drink?
No thanks. Mallory offered a stiff smile.
He's waiting for you upstairs in his room. Do you remember how to get there?
Yes. Mallory nodded. I know the way.
Alright, have fun. I'll be downstairs if you need anything. Joyce smiled at Mallory as if she were one of Sam's girlfriends. I'll be ordering dinner if you need something.
Thanks. Mallory's cheeks flushed. She nodded again and walked towards the stairs. She could feel Joyce's eyes on her backside as her heels forced her hips to sway. She stopped, bent down, and removed her shoes. She left them carefully at the foot of the stairs. She ascended, beyond all family photos. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest.
Sam? Mallory looked around the hallway carpeted with photos and peered into Sam's room through the open door.
Great, you're here. Sam sat in front of his desk and turned to look at her from his chair. I didn't know if you'd come.
On the monitor behind him, two women were undulating together, rubbing their vaginas. The sound was off. Mallory looked at the screen with narrowed eyes. She couldn't distinguish their faces. The woman with fair skin was quite taller and more corpulent than the brunette woman beneath her. Mallory's own underwear was already wet, but this site sent her vagina racing. So many curves, twisting, rebounding, and stumbling together in a fascinating rhythm. It was porn. I hadn't known women who would rub themselves like that. 'What are you doing?' Mallory forced herself to look from the screen at Sam. 'I'm just wasting time.' Sam had no pants or underwear on. His cock extended proudly out of his lap. 'But this is perfect. I've always wanted to watch porn while getting a blow job.' Sam made a gesture with his hand under his desk. 'Let's try it, okay?' 'I'm not that kind of woman.' Mallory shook her head. 'I bet you would do it for Mr. Stevens.' Sam furrowed his brow. 'No, I wouldn't.' Mallory entered the room. 'That will make it even more special then.' Sam smiled at her. 'I just came to get out of my system.' A drop of sweat formed on his forehead. 'Do it then.' Sam gestured for her to come closer. 'I have the perfect life. Why am I doing this?' Mallory walked the rest of the way to his desk and knelt down. 'Because you need my cock, Mrs. Stevens.' He turned the chair towards the desk and watched the action on the screen. 'Ugh. Fine.' Mallory lifted her dress a bit and crawled under the desk. She rested her backside just beside the tension relief pad. It was tight, she had to stretch her head to the sides while getting into Sam's mouth. The first salty pre-seminal liquid passed through her tongue. She nodded her head, rolled her tongue, and lost herself in the lascivious act. She lifted her hands and reverently took each of his testicles. Five minutes later, Joyce entered the room. 'Oh my.' She stopped beside the door. 'How could you?'
Mallory stopped her movements. She didn't know what to do, so she sat down under the desk with the boy's penis in her mouth.
Turn that off, Sammy. I don't want you to see that. And certainly not want her to see it. Joyce approached Sam and gently hit him on the back with a kitchen towel.
I'm sorry, mom. Sam clicked his mouse.
I didn't mean to intrude, Mallory. Joyce bent down by the waist to look under the desk. She made eye contact with Mallory. Please continue.
Uuuuuugggghhhhh, said Mallory around the thick penis. As she was asked, her head began to bob again and she massaged those incredibly heavy balls with her fingers.
Joyce straightened up again. I came to see if you needed anything, sweetie.
Could I... uh... take a Coke? Sam leaned back in his chair.
You know I don't like it when you drink those things, said Joyce.
Well, mom, it's... ooohhh... a special occasion. Sam looked at his mom and winked an eye.
Joyce wasn't easily calmed. How did your test go today?
Fine.
That's good. And when will you see Ashley again? Joyce crossed her arms over her chest.
Sunday. Sam loved listening to the sounds of slurping while the Christian wife drooled all over his cock. This was amazing. I have a date on Sunday.
Mallory's cheeks burned as her shame reached maximum levels. But she kept sucking.
That's fine. I'll bring you a Coke. Joyce turned towards the door. I love you, sweetie.
I love you too, mom.
Mmmmmmhhhhhhhnnnnn, said Mallory. What was happening to Joyce? What kind of woman fosters this behavior? The Higgins' house was twisted and perverse. And Mallory was right in the middle. Completely at her mercy.
A few minutes later, Sam pushed his chair away from the desk. His cock slid out of Mallory's mouth. I'm coming, Mrs. Stevens. Probably wants to... Take off that nice dress.
Do you? Mallory looked at him, panting. She crawled out from under the desk. Thank you.
Do you need help? Sam didn't have the heart to tell her there was already a small saliva stain on the fabric next to his left breast.
Yes, actually. Mallory got up and turned her back on him. She stretched back and lifted her hair. There's a zipper.
Of course. Sam got up and unzipped the dress.
Thank you. Mallory let it fall to the floor. She moved to the side, bent down, picked it up, and put it on the back of the chair.
Sam watched his left hand as he moved. He sat on the edge of the bed. Come here.
Mallory came closer to him and knelt on the carpet between his legs. She was wearing a sensual pink bra set and kept it on for the moment. She stretched out to support her waist. When she touched him, while a wave of heat ran through her.
Wait. Sam skillfully took his left hand and slid his wedding ring off his finger.
Give it back. Mallory looked at him with scared eyes.
Of course. He held out the ring in the palm of his hand. The large diamonds seemed to move as they refracted the light. I just want to play a little game. Keep the ring in your mouth while you suck me off. If it's still there after swallowing, you win.
What? Mallory looked horrified. She took the ring away from him.
You win, said Sam.
I didn't even dream ... Mallory slid the ring into her mouth and maneuvered it under her tongue.
Good girl. Sam reached behind his head and put his right hand on her soft hair. He gently brought his mouth to her cock.
Help me God. The words came out of Mallory's mouth with a slur as she spoke around the room. And then there were no more words when she resumed her work on the young man's penis.
A few minutes later, Joyce returned... In the room. The ice from the glass I had brought tinkled as I walked. 'Oh, you've changed. Where should I put your Coke?' 'It's there... um... fine.' Sam pointed to his desk. Mallory continued sucking. 'Great', said Joyce with enthusiasm. First she placed the coaster she had brought on the desk, then the glass on top. Then she turned towards them. 'I see why you like it, sweetheart. It's lovely. Look at those delicate hips'. Joyce put her hands on her own hips and observed the fellatio. 'Is there anything else I can offer you?' 'Yes.' Sam nodded. Come here. It has its wedding ring in its mouth. 'Why?' Joyce approached the bed and sat next to them. She crossed her arms over her lap. 'She'll keep it... ah... ah... in her mouth while I come'. 'Oh my.' Joyce brought a hand to her mouth. 'You've turned into such a bad boy, Sammy.' 'Uuuuuggghhhhh'. Mallory pumped him with both hands in long and tight movements. His mouth sucked that purple head with force. He tried to concentrate on keeping the ring under his tongue.
Mamá, could you get a tit, please? Sam maintained constant pressure on the back of Mallory's head. Ok, sweetie. Joyce took off her dress and bra underneath her breasts and let them fall. Thanks mom. Sam leaned to one side and took Joyce's left nipple in his mouth. Aaahhhh ... close. Mallory looked at this new demonstration of depravity with wide-open eyes. Then she found herself with a mouthful of sperm. She swallowed and swallowed. Joyce sighed and took her head with her right hand. As her son sucked her breast, she saw that woman, once regal, swallow everything after the hot sperm shot. Joyce was impressed. When Sam finished, Mallory lifted her head off his penis. She put her hand in her mouth and pulled out the ring. She held it up for them to see. Sam moved his head away from his mother's breasts to look at her, with a wide smile on his face. Here it is. I win. Mallory returned the viscous ring to her finger. Good, said Sam. Several hours later, with her vagina now full of sperm as well, Mallory's cell phone rang while she was still sucking Sam again. She answered the phone while continuing the fellatio. Hello? The voice of Bob sounded so alien to Mallory. Hi honey. I'm a bit drunk. Mallory shuddered naked on the floor. Semen dripped from her stomach and between her legs. She lifted her left hand and held up her silver cross. Are you okay? Bob seemed concerned. I'm fine. I'm having a great time with the girls. Mallory thought Sam was about to cum again. I'm too drunk to drive, so I'll stay at Christina's house. I'll come get you. Bob, always so brave.
Mallory stood up, leaving her work half-finished, slipped into the hallway to talk quietly with her husband. She looked back at the room where Sam was mounting his mom from behind. Mallory had asked them to be quiet, but Joyce kept screaming and moaning. Mallory advanced a little down the hall and entered Joyce's bedroom. She closed the door behind her.
No, no. We're having fun. It's good to have some space sometimes. Right?
Yes, of course.
Bob hesitated for several seconds. Have fun. I'll see you in the morning.
Thanks, sweetheart. Goodnight. I love you.
Mallory squeezed the cross tighter.
I love you too, Mall. Goodnight.
Mallory hung up the phone. She turned around and went back to Sam's room, a dark and sweaty place with posters of outer space stuck on the walls, scattered clothes, and family members copulating. Once she got there, she stopped at the open door and stared fixedly. Joyce's wide hips pushed back to find Sam's powerful thrusts. I'm back, she said. Mallory entered the room. She needed more. She needed much more.
Bob?
Her husband continued snoring.
What was happening to her?
Mallory made sure her husband was sleeping deeply, then slid her left hand between her legs. She was wet. Her fingers caressed her vaginal lips, feeling the soft hairs. With a grunt, she inserted two fingers. For several minutes.
It wasn't working.
Mallory got out of bed and tiptoed to her darkened kitchen downstairs. In the refrigerator on the main floor, a large cucumber from Bob's purchase that day was resting. Mallory needed it. She needed something to fill the vacuum inside her vagina.
The stairs creaked as she made her way to the kitchen. She thought about Bob, innocently buying something for his salad. She imagined the store employee calling him out. She pictured herself unpacking groceries. All those who had handled that once virtuous vegetable didn't know it would soon be buried deep in Mallory's vagina.
With a flood of light, Mallory opened the refrigerator. She found the substitute penis. Maybe it wasn't so... big like that teenager's penis, but it would have to be enough. He pulled it out of the trash and rushed towards the bathroom. In his hurry, he left the refrigerator door open behind him.
If this satisfied his itch, he could get Sam out of his mind.
It passed several weeks for Sam. He ran home from school every day of the week to be able to cum on his mother and Mrs. Singh. Sam was particularly pleased to have been able to make them do things together. Seeing his mother's head shake while her little married neighbor licked her pussy was an incredible high. Not long ago, Joyce would never have conceived such an act, but now she pushed her hips, guiding her pussy towards Alisha's eager mouth. It was the same blatant lust that she showed for her son's cock. A spectacular view.
During that time, Mallory Stevens kept a great distance. Sam was sure she would come to him on her own. But she didn't. Sam even stopped by his father's work, but Mallory hid well enough for Sam not to find her.Sam spent some nights with Beth, learning more about sex. He especially liked the idea of doing it standing up. Something about holding onto that leg gave him a tremendous boost to thrust his cock at home. Beth was a fan because she let him rub her clitoris on her upper thigh. When he tried it with Joyce, she went crazy.
Of course, Beth wasn't stopping bothering him to let her see him defile an older woman. Finally, on a Wednesday night in early fall, Sam gave in to his sister's requests and set up a plan. 'Is it in the closet?' Beth looked at Sam's closet with a doubtful gaze for a long time. She couldn't see the carpet through the pile of dirty clothes on the floor. It smelled like ripe fruit. She was sure some of her towels soaked in semen were hidden there. Disgust. She should have felt revulsion. This was her little brother, after all, disgusting. However, it wasn't how her body responded. She squeezed her legs together in pajamas while her pussy started dripping into her underwear. 'What's going on?' Sam tilted his head towards her. 'It's just...' Beth breathed deeply and then let it out slowly. Her narrow shoulders relaxed a bit. 'Isn't it a little cliché?' 'You're the one who wanted this.' Sam twisted in his athletic pants. His hard cock was stuck under the elastic band of his pants, but the band wasn't strong enough to keep it in place. 'Enter and leave the door open a bit. I promise you'll get a show.' 'Okay.' Beth made a face at Sam and entered the closet. Her underwear were now soaked and it was only a matter of time before a stain started spreading on the front of her flannel pajama pants. She almost closed the door completely. 'Sam?' 'Yes?' Sam looked at her. The only light came from the waning moon outside his window. He could barely distinguish the soft curve of her cheek and her round blue eye peeking out. 'Thanks for doing this.' Beth's right hand wandered distractedly to her pussy. 'This is going to be very hot.' 'You'll see that you like it.' Sam turned and headed towards his bedroom door. 'I'll go get her.' Wait here and be quiet. Okay, Beth yelled. Her hand had found her pussy. God, this was hot. She couldn't wait to see Sam destroy his neighbor's wife's pussy. Five minutes later she heard footsteps. Beth leaned down and picked up a random item. She wiped the juice from her right hand on whatever it was and threw it at the floor. There was some satisfaction in adding her own bodily fluids to the mess of the closet. She put her hands on the wall and leaned forward. She couldn't masturbate while this was happening. Any accidental noise could give her away.
Beth peeked into the room lit by a soft silver light. Sam entered, followed by a female form. But something was off. This woman was taller than Sam. She had a complete and well-rounded figure. Her white skin almost glowed in the dim room. Beth stared at the woman.
Damn, it was her mom. Somehow she had discovered what Sam was doing. The bad news was about to happen. Beth held her breath as she waited for Joyce to let Sam have sex under her roof. With her friend, a married one, no less. But there were no screams. Not even a severe reprimand.
Still have a lot of sleep, Sammy. Joyce wore an old t-shirt and underwear. She rubbed her right eye with the back of her right hand.
Please, Mom? Sam shifted his weight from one foot to the other. I know you don't like it when Dad is home, but I have an exam tomorrow and I can't sleep.
Beth scratched her head. What the hell was going on?
Joyce sighed and fell to her knees. The rounded curve of her backside caught the faint light perfectly as she emerged from her white underwear. Beth looked at her mother's voluptuous female figure with some jealousy. What was Joyce doing? Oh. Beth put her hand to her mouth. Oh no. The smell of her own fresh pussy remained on her fingers.
Ya está. We'll take care of this and I'm going to bed. Joyce grabbed Sam's cock with both hands, lowered her head, and sucked the head in a mushroom shape.
Ay Dios mío. Beth stared fixedly while her mother's curly brown head bounced over her brother's cock. She was cheating on Dad. With Sam. What a slut!
The sounds of slurping filled the room.
Oh, that's good, mom. Thanks. Sam put his right hand on Joyce's neck, looking at the closet and smiling.
Five minutes later, Joyce had accelerated the pace. Her right hand massaged Sam's enormous balls; hollowing them out, weighing them, and kneading them softly. Her left hand caressed up and down her shaft. Her wedding ring reflected the moonlight and emitted a faint glow.
Beth was torn apart by betrayal and lust. And at that moment, lust was winning. Her hand returned to slide inside her panties and rubbed her clitoris.
Does Dad... ah... ah... ah... know you're... a slut?
Nnnnnggggghhhhhh. Joyce couldn't believe the way Sam spoke to her today. No one, not a single person, had dared to speak to her like that. And she didn't stop it. She didn't do anything to stop Sam's dirty mouth. Uuuuugggghhhhhh, she said as saliva dripped down her delicate chin.
I suppose... that is... ah... no. Sam's fingers tightened in his mother's hair. Take it, mom. Ah... ah... aaaahhhhh. He came in her mouth.
Beth could clearly hear the sounds of swallowing while Joyce swallowed what Beth knew by experience was a large amount of hot semen. Beth shook her head. Damn, her own mother was a sperm-eater. She was sucking down teenage semen like it was lemonade. With that thought, Beth shuddered, her body tensed, and had her own orgasm as silently as possible could.
Already done, better, darling? Joyce licked a little lost semen from the head of her son's penis and got up. Almost, mom. I have a little more left. She took his hand and pulled him towards her bed. Oh ... Sammy ... again? Joyce found herself lying on the bed like an eagle. She took off her shirt and panties and threw them to the floor. You can't keep doing it inside. It's just ... oooohhhhhhhh. Her vagina opened as Sam mounted her and pushed his penis. Beth looked from the closet with her mouth open wide. This was the next level. The completely white butt of her little brother was rising and falling between her mother's legs. From her angle, Beth couldn't see much of Joyce. Only her legs in the air, her toes pointing upwards. That and Joyce's pussy. Between thrusts, she could see the hole through which she had come out trying to contain Sam's enormous circumference. After coming, Beth's feelings of betrayal came to light. How could they? How could they do this to their family? The room filled with the sounds of Joyce's meows and wails, slaps on the skin and occasional mocking comments from Sam. A response emerged within Beth. She didn't know what it would be, but something was about to happen. How could you? Beth came out of the closet and entered the room. She moved towards the bed. How could you two do this? Beth! Joyce looked at her daughter. It wasn't my intention. Her large breasts rose and fell on her chest as Sam continued to plow. Sweat ran down her forehead. He ... needs it, Beth. Sammy needs me. Joyce lost focus with her eyes and went back to resting her head on Sam's bed. Leave him alone, little shit. Beth slapped Sam's thin rear end. I said leave him alone. Her hand rested on his butt and the Heat poured through his fingers, rose up his arm and onto his chest.'I can't stop, Beth. It's... ah... too good.'
Sam looked over her shoulder, annoyed. 'And keep... uh... uh... uh... it down. You'll wake up Dad.'
The stone sent its energy throughout Beth's small body. 'Dad should be awake. He should see what you're doing behind his back.' But did he really? Beth gazed at her mother's mournful face. She hadn't seen Joyce's bare breasts in years. They were beautiful, full of areola. They jiggled and bounced again and again with each push that absorbed her body.
Mamá ... Beth discovered that her hand was now squeezing her brother's butt. You look very good, mom. The slapping of her mother's pussy was audible from this short distance as half of their family got it on in bed next to Beth.
This is what ... you wanted. See me ... catch a ... uh ... older one. Do you remember? Sam's tempo increased. It's hot ... right?
It was hot. Sam had corrupted his sweet and innocent mother. How long had it been happening? Days? Weeks? This night, she would open her legs like nothing. You've domesticated me, haven't you?
Sam grunted with effort. Sweat was running down his back in small rivulets. Yes. It's my ... uh ... pussy now, I just let dad ... use it sometimes. Right... mom?
Oh God, Sammy. Joyce moved her head from side to side, her pretty curls shading her face. Yes. It is ... true. Your father takes my ... vagina from you. Oh... no... again... and with that she convulsed beneath him in a massive orgasm.
This was the hottest thing Beth had ever seen. The little idiot had conquered his mother. Beth put her left hand under Sam's butt and hollowed out one of his balls. She wanted to feel him come. Was Joyce taking birth control? Beth didn't believe it. Do it, Sam. Come in her. The heat of the rock pierced her.
Ssiiiii. Sam unleashed a torrent of semen into Joyce's unprotected pussy. He slammed into her with irregular pushes again and again, until he finished.
Beth felt the flood leaving her balls in a series of contractions. She didn't know that balls could do that. God, really had filled her up.
Sam rested his head on his mother's right breast. He sighed.
You're a bad boy, Sammy. Joyce gently stroked his hair with her left hand. Her breast rose and fell as she struggled to recover oxygen. You still doing that. Mom? Beth straightened up and looked at them. Joyce was much taller than Sam, not just in height. She seemed an uncomfortable couple. But maybe Sam's enormous cock served as a counterbalance.Oh, God. I'm so sorry, Beth. Joyce continued to pet Sam's hair while looking at Beth. Are you angry with me, sweetie?
Sam's hips began to move again. A very subtle sway at first.
Yes... No... I don't know. Beth crossed her arms, but she could still feel the power of the rock moving through her.
I'm sorry. Joyce's breathing accelerated again as Sam's thrusts accelerated.
I'll fuck you again. Beth let her pajama pants fall to the floor.
I know, sweetie. Joyce moved her hands to Sam's ass and grabbed it tightly. Her cheeks flexed under her fingers with each thrust.
Are you okay with this? Beth let her soaked panties fall to the carpet.
It's... the work... of a mother... Joyce closed her eyes tightly and trembled completely. She was coming again.
Sam? Beth discovered that her hand was rubbing her pussy. She thought about taking off her shirt, but her small tits couldn't compete with her mother's magnificent ones. Maybe they would grow like that someday. I need you, Sam. I really need you. You've corrupted Mom. Make me your slut too, Sam. Beth climbed onto the bed next to them and got down on all fours, her eyes just above those wonderful oscillating tits. She arched her back and lifted her ass in the air. Fill me, Sam.
No, Beth. There was a powerful mix of pain and desire in Joyce's eyes as she looked at her daughter. No, you too.
I'm sorry, Mom. Beth rubbed her thighs. I can't take it. It's too hot.
Okay. Sam came out of Joyce with a plop. His cock bounced from side to side as he climbed behind her. her sister. Uuugghhhhh. Beth wasn't sure how that cock fit in her, but she always did it. She was so wet that it slipped in with a small sucking sound. 'Better?' Sam gripped her slender hips with both hands and found a constant rhythm. 'You ... ah ... ah ... ah ... have done it Sam.' Bex had discovered until now that sex with her brother was the best she'd ever had. Not very close, but what she experienced at that moment was an order of magnitude hotter than anything that had happened before. 'You've...done it. You've conquered...ooohhh...our family'. 'He did it. Oh God, he did it.' Joyce's right hand pushed further beyond the slight swelling of her belly, between her legs and over the disorder of her vagina. Large quantities of semen filtered through. 'Take your sister, Sammy.' Joyce's fingers found her clitoris. Sparks of pleasure ran through her. 'Do you still want Daddy...to wake up?' Sam saw Beth's small bottom tremble. 'He's sleeping...just at the end of the hall. He...should...know...what...happens...under...his...roof.' Sam punctuated each word with a powerful thrust.
No should have left us with you. Joyce looked at her sons. The moonlight caught the shine of Sam's white teeth as he smiled at her. He should have protected us. The smell of Sam's semen permeated everything. It was the smell of primitive jungle. Joyce's nasal fossae expanded. The smell communicated one of the most basic needs. To reproduce. To unite. To render civilization to instinct.Papa is stupid. Sam said.
No. Joyce was preparing for another great orgasm.
Oooohhhhhhhh. Beth shuddered and stirred as an orgasm took hold of her.
D... mom. Say that dad is stupid for... uh... uh... letting this happen. Sam loved the expression of confusion and desperation on Joyce's face when he looked at her.
Joyce shook her head.
D... mom. Dad is stupid. Sam gave Beth a slap on the butt.
Just say it, mom, said Beth. She had recovered from coming, but wave after wave of pleasure still coursed through her. She lowered her face to her mother's right breast and took Joyce's nipple in her mouth. She made her tongue circle around the elastic flesh.
He is stupid. Joyce closed her eyes. Your father is a fool. He should know... what... aaaaahhhhhh. Joyce came again with her hand working furiously between her legs and her daughter's mouth on her breast.
Sam came three more times that night. Nothing compared to having these two women at his mercy. He wasn't sure how he would get through the night. As Sam fell asleep in his semen-stained bed, both women stumbled off to take their own showers. They were still trying to hide the growing perversity of Paul.
Mallory Stevens closed the garage door behind her. Bob was going to be late from work, so Mallory had run home. She clung to the silver cross around her neck. Why was Jesus allowing this to happen to her? Everything she could think of was spending some time alone with a cucumber. Her heart accelerated when the image of that thin adolescent flashed in her mind. If Jesus didn't save her from her destiny, the cucumber would.
The need had increased so recently that she had even considered searching for pornography on her computer. But she didn't even know how to start with that.
She found herself step by step in her immaculate kitchen, opening the refrigerator. If Bob had noticed how many cucumbers she had been buying lately, he hadn't said anything about it. A cold breeze blew towards her. Her gaze fell on the middle shelf. There was a big one she had bought yesterday. Long and fat. The emotion overwhelmed her. She took it out of the refrigerator and closed the door.
The doorbell rang throughout the house. Halfway up the stairs, Mallory froze. Whoever it was would have to be dismissed quickly. She walked down the hallway to the front door. Opened the door with a burst, almost offering a greeting. Hello, I ... She stopped and looked.
Hello, Mrs. Stevens. Sam was at the door.
He had carelessly left his bicycle on the front lawn behind him. Mallory looked him up and down. His wardrobe choices were typical of an adolescent - a T-shirt, loose jeans, and old worn-out sneakers.
It was Sam's turn now. His gaze fell to her feet and slowly moved up until he looked at her eyes.
I ... I ... Mallory shuddered. She still had on her skirt with her hair tied back in the back of her head. Only a touch of makeup on her freckled face. The big cucumber hung from her left hand. She realized she was there and shot her hand to the back to hide it.
Sam smiled.
Hiding the vegetable was wrong. Now it seemed like she had ... a reason to hide it. He pulled it out from behind his back and grasped it firmly with his left hand. I was about to make dinner. Oh? Sam raised an eyebrow. Where is Bob? He's working late. Mallory's right hand moved towards the cucumber and began to caress it softly with her fingertips. It took her a few seconds to notice this strange behavior. Her body seemed determined to betray her. She left the cucumber on the side table near the entrance to her left and searched for her pockets to put her hands in. Great. Sam directed his silly smile at her. Can I come in? I don't think it's a very good idea. Mallory was nervous about the tension. She turned her wedding ring around her finger. That's not no. Sam walked past her and entered the vestibule. Um. Mallory poked her head out of the main door and looked left and right down the street. No one was looking. She closed the door behind them. Well, let's go. Sam walked towards his house office in the back. Where? Mallory stood by the door, tormented by indecision. And bring that huge cucumber with you, said Sam over her shoulder. Mallory stayed there for a few more seconds, turning her ring around and around. Then she obediently took the horrible vegetable and followed Sam. By the time she got to his office, Sam's shirt, shoes, jeans, and underwear were scattered all over the floor. She sat down on his beautiful floral-patterned sofa with her ugly monster throbbing and swaying. It slipped out of her lap and dripped a small amount of transparent liquid. She left the cucumber on the desk. I don't want to ruin your nice business clothes. Mallory's right hand moved towards her zipper and away. So ... Sam closed the blinds. He was a naughty boy. Without thinking, she slid down her skirt and left it carefully on his desk. Then she followed her jacket and ... blusa. Then she took off her pantyhose. Oh, God, why am I doing this? Are you talking to me? Sam looked at her. He was really changing now.
Mallory hesitated in front of this thin young man with only his black underwear and bra. Get those off too, I suppose we don't have much time, said Sam.
Sorry, Bob, whispered Mallory. She put her hand behind her, unhooked her bra and took it off. She left it on the desk with the rest of her set. Her breasts were also dotted with freckles, her nipples protruding at the end of each breast.
Really pleasant, Mrs. Stevens. Sam stopped caressing. Come here.
Okay. Mallory took off her underwear and put it on top of her pile of clothes. She took a step towards the boy with his palpitating and distorted appendage. Get up, said Sam.
Dulce Jesus. Mallory sat astride him, with her knees sunk into the sofa at both sides of her hips. She put her hand between her legs and grabbed the head of his penis with the tip of her fingers. She guided it towards her entrance. The last time, when she had taken him to work, Mallory had doubted that he would fit. Now, after having taken him once and consoling herself innumerable times with vegetables, she was ready for that fat penis to slide inside. And it did.
Aaaahhhhhh. Now that she was in him, she wondered how she had managed all those weeks without him. Her improvised consolation didn't compare. And Bob's penis wasn't even close.
Ten minutes later, she bounced up and down with total abandon. She had already had three of the best orgasms of her life. When her vagina contracted around the massive invader, she knew she was preparing for an even bigger one. What... ah... ah... have you done to me? She pressed her hands firmly against Sam's slender chest. Her breasts jumped violently with her movements.
I have converted her into my slut... Mrs. Stevens. Sam gave her a slap on the tits. The small silver cross around her neck bounced from one breast to another.
Oh ... no ... Mallory's feeling of her hands being touched and slapped sent her to the limit. Ooooooohhhhhhh. Her voice reached a long, sharp note. As if she were singing the final of a long hymn in church. She shuddered and shuddered and her vision narrowed down to a small specification, before expanding again.Casi. Sam hit his right buttock with a strong slap. Mas rapido.
Bob was not always nice during sex, but he had never treated her like that. Mallory bounced back onto Sam's axis, eager to put him at the limit. A part of her brain, distant in the back, tried to light it up with warning lights. This wasn't a safe day. This could end with a baby. But she turned a blind eye. All that mattered was milking this teenager dry. Do it, hissed. Fill me.
And Sam did. He emptied his balls into her uterus.
Minutes later, she was still sitting on top of him, trying to catch her breath. She saw a drop of sweat dripping from the tip of his nose and disappearing in the disheveled brown hair of Sam. Are you satisfied? She breathed deeply several times and pulled out his still hard penis from her vagina. Good God, there was a waterfall of semen down there. She got up from the sofa and looked at him. You have to leave now. Bob will be home soon. Her eyes focused on the swollen purple head of his penis. How are you still hard?
Sam also got up and gave her another playful slap on the backside. Go get that cucumber.
No way. But even as she said it, her feet led her to her desk. She picked up the long green vegetable. What are you doing now -? She was cut off when a hand made her spin around and Sam pressed his lips against hers. She tilted her head and returned the kiss, exploring his mouth with her tongue.
A few minutes later, she lay on her back on the floor. She gripped the cucumber tightly in her hand left while looking further at her breasts, her flat stomach and her copper bush towards where Sam was kneeling between her legs. 'This is how far I go inside you.' Sam placed his cock on her stomach so that his large balls rested on the lips of her vagina. 'I can't believe it.' Mallory's eyes widened. The tip of her penis extended much further than her navel. Much further. 'But not your pussy this time.' Sam leaned back and aligned his cock with her small anus. 'What? You can't.' Mallory's heart accelerated again, but she didn't know how to stop this teenager. 'I never.' 'Don't worry.' Sam pushed and the head slid in with a small pop. 'We have plenty of lubricant.' Mallory could see the white and foamy thread covering her penis after making love on the sofa. Would that be enough? It was. A few minutes later, Sam entered and exited her anus. He grunted as he saw how all that length disappeared in her again and again. A new pleasure spread through her.
Now take that green monster. Sam kept his legs open with one hand behind each knee. He was quite upright. They needed space for what was about to happen. And get in the pussy. Mallory pressed her teeth together while doing what Sam asked her to do. Soon, she was sinking her own vaginal depths as Sam dug into her rear. Oh... God... have mercy. She came over both invaders. Impressive, Mrs. Stevens. Sam observed her frantic movements. His wedding ring tightened against the green skin of the cucumber. If only Bob could see her now. Sam smiled. Your pussy is... uh... uh... mine now. Mallory nodded while filling up. Your ass is... mine, said Sam. She looked at him with wide-open eyes and nodded again. You'll come to my house to teach me... Yes, Sam. Her whole body trembled. Anything. Take it. And Sam unloaded into her butt. A little later, Mallory got up. Her knees shook as she watched Sam dress. She lifted her left hand and held the cross around her neck. Will I see you in a few days? Sam buttoned his jeans. Friday night? Mallory nodded. She covered her breasts with her right arm. Great. Sam put on his shoes. Today was incredible. Thank you very much. You're welcome. She didn't know what else to say. It would be better if you cleaned up. Mr. Stevens will arrive home soon. Sam smiled, waved goodbye, and left her office. He walked across his house, out the main door, and found his bicycle where he had left it in the front garden. He walked to his house, whistling a tune. Life was good. Mallory was sitting in the driver's seat of her Volvo SUV, staring fixedly at the main door of Higgins' house. She had parked the car on the path to... entrance, but she wasn't brave enough to leave. The motor was off, but her hands grasped the steering wheel with her white knuckles. Paul and his daughter were looking for universities, so she knew that only Sam and Joyce would be at home. She looked a bit more. On one hand, the idea of Sam's sinful hands on her skin sent shivers down her back. Not the good kind, but rather the kind you feel alone in the dark. On the other hand, she needed to feel that penis between her legs. Mallory stared fixedly at the door. The only sound in the car was her own rapid breathing.
It was possible to argue that she only needed to give herself to that horrible 18-year-old boy one more time. Then maybe she would get everything out of her system. Her hands grasped the steering wheel with more force.
Mallory breathed deeply several times and opened the door. She got out of the car and her heels clicked on the pavement. She closed the door and smoothed out her dress. She had told her husband that she was going out with friends and not to wait up for her. As an excuse for infidelity, it was a bit trite. But you work with what works. She had dressed as if she were meeting friends. A blue dress slightly less than modest, to the knee, showing only a hint of cleavage. A pair of red heels on her feet. A discreet touch of makeup on her face. Her hair fell over her shoulders. Just going to grab some drinks, Bob.
A step towards the door. Followed by another step. She could do this. The outside air felt fresh and clean, with only a hint of cold. The sky had deepened to a blue horizon. A bird chirped from a nearby tree. Her feet continued moving, one after the other, until they hit the carpet on the door.
She grabbed the doorbell and pressed the button. The muffled bell resonated through the door. No going back, Mallory whispered. She ran her hand over her shoulders, and straightened and waited. The door opened and Joyce's warm smile greeted her. Hi Mallory. Sam mentioned you could come. Come on in. Joyce was wearing a modest dress with a blue design pattern that accentuated the curve of her breasts.
Thanks. Mallory tried not to look at her directly. Were Joyce's breasts larger than before? Um... This is a bit awkward. Mallory entered the main hallway.
Don't think about it. Joyce closed the door behind them. Can I get you something to drink?
No thanks. Mallory offered a stiff smile.
He's waiting for you upstairs in his room. Do you remember how to get there?
Yes. Mallory nodded. I know the way.
Alright, have fun. I'll be downstairs if you need anything. Joyce smiled at Mallory as if she were one of Sam's girlfriends. I'll be ordering dinner if you need something.
Thanks. Mallory's cheeks flushed. She nodded again and walked towards the stairs. She could feel Joyce's eyes on her backside as her heels forced her hips to sway. She stopped, bent down, and removed her shoes. She left them carefully at the foot of the stairs. She ascended, beyond all family photos. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest.
Sam? Mallory looked around the hallway carpeted with photos and peered into Sam's room through the open door.
Great, you're here. Sam sat in front of his desk and turned to look at her from his chair. I didn't know if you'd come.
On the monitor behind him, two women were undulating together, rubbing their vaginas. The sound was off. Mallory looked at the screen with narrowed eyes. She couldn't distinguish their faces. The woman with fair skin was quite taller and more corpulent than the brunette woman beneath her. Mallory's own underwear was already wet, but this site sent her vagina racing. So many curves, twisting, rebounding, and stumbling together in a fascinating rhythm. It was porn. I hadn't known women who would rub themselves like that. 'What are you doing?' Mallory forced herself to look from the screen at Sam. 'I'm just wasting time.' Sam had no pants or underwear on. His cock extended proudly out of his lap. 'But this is perfect. I've always wanted to watch porn while getting a blow job.' Sam made a gesture with his hand under his desk. 'Let's try it, okay?' 'I'm not that kind of woman.' Mallory shook her head. 'I bet you would do it for Mr. Stevens.' Sam furrowed his brow. 'No, I wouldn't.' Mallory entered the room. 'That will make it even more special then.' Sam smiled at her. 'I just came to get out of my system.' A drop of sweat formed on his forehead. 'Do it then.' Sam gestured for her to come closer. 'I have the perfect life. Why am I doing this?' Mallory walked the rest of the way to his desk and knelt down. 'Because you need my cock, Mrs. Stevens.' He turned the chair towards the desk and watched the action on the screen. 'Ugh. Fine.' Mallory lifted her dress a bit and crawled under the desk. She rested her backside just beside the tension relief pad. It was tight, she had to stretch her head to the sides while getting into Sam's mouth. The first salty pre-seminal liquid passed through her tongue. She nodded her head, rolled her tongue, and lost herself in the lascivious act. She lifted her hands and reverently took each of his testicles. Five minutes later, Joyce entered the room. 'Oh my.' She stopped beside the door. 'How could you?'
Mallory stopped her movements. She didn't know what to do, so she sat down under the desk with the boy's penis in her mouth.Turn that off, Sammy. I don't want you to see that. And certainly not want her to see it. Joyce approached Sam and gently hit him on the back with a kitchen towel.
I'm sorry, mom. Sam clicked his mouse.
I didn't mean to intrude, Mallory. Joyce bent down by the waist to look under the desk. She made eye contact with Mallory. Please continue.
Uuuuuugggghhhhh, said Mallory around the thick penis. As she was asked, her head began to bob again and she massaged those incredibly heavy balls with her fingers.
Joyce straightened up again. I came to see if you needed anything, sweetie.
Could I... uh... take a Coke? Sam leaned back in his chair.
You know I don't like it when you drink those things, said Joyce.
Well, mom, it's... ooohhh... a special occasion. Sam looked at his mom and winked an eye.
Joyce wasn't easily calmed. How did your test go today?
Fine.
That's good. And when will you see Ashley again? Joyce crossed her arms over her chest.
Sunday. Sam loved listening to the sounds of slurping while the Christian wife drooled all over his cock. This was amazing. I have a date on Sunday.
Mallory's cheeks burned as her shame reached maximum levels. But she kept sucking.
That's fine. I'll bring you a Coke. Joyce turned towards the door. I love you, sweetie.
I love you too, mom.
Mmmmmmhhhhhhhnnnnn, said Mallory. What was happening to Joyce? What kind of woman fosters this behavior? The Higgins' house was twisted and perverse. And Mallory was right in the middle. Completely at her mercy.
A few minutes later, Sam pushed his chair away from the desk. His cock slid out of Mallory's mouth. I'm coming, Mrs. Stevens. Probably wants to... Take off that nice dress.
Do you? Mallory looked at him, panting. She crawled out from under the desk. Thank you.
Do you need help? Sam didn't have the heart to tell her there was already a small saliva stain on the fabric next to his left breast.
Yes, actually. Mallory got up and turned her back on him. She stretched back and lifted her hair. There's a zipper.
Of course. Sam got up and unzipped the dress.
Thank you. Mallory let it fall to the floor. She moved to the side, bent down, picked it up, and put it on the back of the chair.
Sam watched his left hand as he moved. He sat on the edge of the bed. Come here.
Mallory came closer to him and knelt on the carpet between his legs. She was wearing a sensual pink bra set and kept it on for the moment. She stretched out to support her waist. When she touched him, while a wave of heat ran through her.
Wait. Sam skillfully took his left hand and slid his wedding ring off his finger.
Give it back. Mallory looked at him with scared eyes.
Of course. He held out the ring in the palm of his hand. The large diamonds seemed to move as they refracted the light. I just want to play a little game. Keep the ring in your mouth while you suck me off. If it's still there after swallowing, you win.
What? Mallory looked horrified. She took the ring away from him.
You win, said Sam.
I didn't even dream ... Mallory slid the ring into her mouth and maneuvered it under her tongue.
Good girl. Sam reached behind his head and put his right hand on her soft hair. He gently brought his mouth to her cock.
Help me God. The words came out of Mallory's mouth with a slur as she spoke around the room. And then there were no more words when she resumed her work on the young man's penis.
A few minutes later, Joyce returned... In the room. The ice from the glass I had brought tinkled as I walked. 'Oh, you've changed. Where should I put your Coke?' 'It's there... um... fine.' Sam pointed to his desk. Mallory continued sucking. 'Great', said Joyce with enthusiasm. First she placed the coaster she had brought on the desk, then the glass on top. Then she turned towards them. 'I see why you like it, sweetheart. It's lovely. Look at those delicate hips'. Joyce put her hands on her own hips and observed the fellatio. 'Is there anything else I can offer you?' 'Yes.' Sam nodded. Come here. It has its wedding ring in its mouth. 'Why?' Joyce approached the bed and sat next to them. She crossed her arms over her lap. 'She'll keep it... ah... ah... in her mouth while I come'. 'Oh my.' Joyce brought a hand to her mouth. 'You've turned into such a bad boy, Sammy.' 'Uuuuuggghhhhh'. Mallory pumped him with both hands in long and tight movements. His mouth sucked that purple head with force. He tried to concentrate on keeping the ring under his tongue.
Mamá, could you get a tit, please? Sam maintained constant pressure on the back of Mallory's head. Ok, sweetie. Joyce took off her dress and bra underneath her breasts and let them fall. Thanks mom. Sam leaned to one side and took Joyce's left nipple in his mouth. Aaahhhh ... close. Mallory looked at this new demonstration of depravity with wide-open eyes. Then she found herself with a mouthful of sperm. She swallowed and swallowed. Joyce sighed and took her head with her right hand. As her son sucked her breast, she saw that woman, once regal, swallow everything after the hot sperm shot. Joyce was impressed. When Sam finished, Mallory lifted her head off his penis. She put her hand in her mouth and pulled out the ring. She held it up for them to see. Sam moved his head away from his mother's breasts to look at her, with a wide smile on his face. Here it is. I win. Mallory returned the viscous ring to her finger. Good, said Sam. Several hours later, with her vagina now full of sperm as well, Mallory's cell phone rang while she was still sucking Sam again. She answered the phone while continuing the fellatio. Hello? The voice of Bob sounded so alien to Mallory. Hi honey. I'm a bit drunk. Mallory shuddered naked on the floor. Semen dripped from her stomach and between her legs. She lifted her left hand and held up her silver cross. Are you okay? Bob seemed concerned. I'm fine. I'm having a great time with the girls. Mallory thought Sam was about to cum again. I'm too drunk to drive, so I'll stay at Christina's house. I'll come get you. Bob, always so brave.Mallory stood up, leaving her work half-finished, slipped into the hallway to talk quietly with her husband. She looked back at the room where Sam was mounting his mom from behind. Mallory had asked them to be quiet, but Joyce kept screaming and moaning. Mallory advanced a little down the hall and entered Joyce's bedroom. She closed the door behind her.No, no. We're having fun. It's good to have some space sometimes. Right?
Yes, of course.
Bob hesitated for several seconds. Have fun. I'll see you in the morning.
Thanks, sweetheart. Goodnight. I love you.
Mallory squeezed the cross tighter.
I love you too, Mall. Goodnight.
Mallory hung up the phone. She turned around and went back to Sam's room, a dark and sweaty place with posters of outer space stuck on the walls, scattered clothes, and family members copulating. Once she got there, she stopped at the open door and stared fixedly. Joyce's wide hips pushed back to find Sam's powerful thrusts. I'm back, she said. Mallory entered the room. She needed more. She needed much more.
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