My Son

Control (No Question)

I was worn out. I was emotionally a wreck. What I felt like I had tried to prevent from happening for such a long time, against the efforts of my husband, his brother, my son, his friends, and as far as I could tell, even his mother, had just happened. But I knew I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it, maybe even more than anything else I had ever done. And my dick certainly enjoyed it: I wasn't going to admit it to anyone, but that was the first time I had ever shot six times in my entire life. At least six times.

But once again I was going to be surprised. My son, who actually seemed to be in heaven, filled with cum by two very large dicks, pulled me down and kissed me, just before he sent my head, or my heart, or my body, or my soul, reeling yet again: "So I have a confession to make, dad. What a surprise you are in for, so take your time, but you're going under me, my sweet dad. You know I still haven't shot yet."

But that wasn't even the half of it. He seemed to be filled with energy, as he walked me through his plan: now that he had pictures of what appeared to be my raping him, he just thanked me for what he had now accomplished: "So, dad, I now get to fuck you. And not only just now. I've been working on this plan for longer than almost anything. And you're never going to deny me your body. Ever again. Anywhere. And I know you might feel like this is a threat, but I'll bet you anything you're going to appreciate my taking the decision out of your hands. I've been halfway tempted to enlist Michael to help me get you to sign an actual legal document, but I suppose time will tell whether we need that."

Then he pulled my head down to his, and passionately kissed me, right there while his husband pulled his dick out of my son's ass, and as my son pulled him around so the two of us could lick the cum off of Michael's dick, my son controlling the entire thing, as the little fuck got me hard yet again, against my will, as he shared my husband's cum with me, and as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper into my mouth: "Trust me, dad. You're going to enjoy my fucking your hole even more than this fucking of your mouth. I love you. So take your time and roll over, even if your dick is saying it isn't quite done fucking me yet." The kid missed nothing.

My husband helped him roll me over, as my son rose up off my dick and slid down to kiss my once again throbbing dick. "Stretch your arms out wide, dad. Pretend you're tied up if you want. And take pictures, Michael. I'm sure we'll all want to remember this."

My son let his ass leak cum on my dick as he then went down and went down on me, kissing, sucking, swallowing, working down to my ass, where he sucked and kissed even more, as he both worked my husband's earlier cum out of my hole, as well as spit the cum he had sucked off of both me and Michael into my hole: "Oh my god, I am so so damn horny." I was trying so so hard not to cum again.

My son then slowly mounted me. I had no idea how he had gone that long without shooting, having taken loads from both me and my husband (his real father) in his hole, then sucking off both Michael and me, even smiling as he did that and bragging about how long he had been practicing on the dildo. My arms were spread in total surrender. It felt like my heart was lying there, and he was about to stick his hard dick right into the middle of it. I felt as degraded as I could ever imagine: an unfaithful husband as my husband watched, a terrible father as my son mounted me, sluttier than anything I could ever imagine. And at the same time I would be lying to say I wasn't looking forward as I felt his thick dickhead touch my already fucked hole.

And the shit still wasn't done with me. "So tell me you want it, dad."

I agreed: "I want it, son."

Still not enough, as my dick went even harder: "Come on dad, you can do better than that." As my husband started jerking his also now rehardened dick as he watched.

"Fuck me, son."

"Come on, dad."

"Please put your huge dick in my pussy."

"And?"

"And breed me while Michael watches, son."

"Your husband?"

"Yes."

I was almost crying. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you, son."

"Dad. More." As he continued to tease my hole with the head of his dick.

I did cry. "I love you more than anyone, son." Right in front of my husband.

My son could tell Michael was about to shoot again, as he made him get closer so my son could go down on him, at the same time that he slowly drove his big dick deep inside me.

I was crying. I hugged my son as my entire body quaked. My dick was uncontrollably shooting, just feeling my son on top of me. And Michael came in my son's mouth, at the same time that my son dropped his load deep inside me.

Wow. Was I fucked. I closed my wet eyes as my son continue to shoot in me, and as he bent down and spit my husband's cum into my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow, and to kiss him more passionately than I ever remembered kissing anybody, even in my dreams. My son grabbed my ass in tight, as I held on, tighter than I ever remembered ever holding on to anything.

I had never wanted to be pregnant so badly, in my whole life.