Taboo | Cheating | Age Gap | Pseudoincest

A Beautiful Mother is Dominated by the Superior Cock of her Boyfriend’s Son

She confronted him about his behavior, only to have her boyfriend’s son turn the tables on her.

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Constance called and ordered Chinese, then set about getting places ready. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she had seen earlier that day. She had never seen her daughter have sex before. Yet, there she was, watching her daughter with her boyfriend’s son. She felt a flush of shame, remembering how she had secretly touched herself while watching Richie and Jenny fuck. She thought of Richie’s cock, so big and hard, thrusting in and out of Jenny’s tight pussy. She felt herself getting wet, and her hand slipped between her legs. She imagined Richie fucking her instead, his cock buried deep inside her core, pounding her relentlessly. I’m going to make you mine, Jenny! The command in his voice, the manly growl of those words, struck her deep in her belly. She couldn’t believe she was so wet! She was just beginning to slip her fingertips across her clit when she heard her bedroom door open and Todd start down the steps. She quickly pulled her hand out of her skirt and wiped her dripping fingers on her apron. She turned around and ran right into Richie. She yelped as the young man loomed over her, the hard body she had seen earlier now covered by a tight, black t-shirt and jeans. It was all Constance could do not to glance down at his crotch. Richie smiled as if he could read her mind. “What are you doing, Constance?” Richie asked. “Nuh… nothing,” she stammered. “Just setting the table.” “I see.” Richie reached down and gripped her hand, lifted it to his mouth, and quickly sucked her fingers between his lips. “Richie!” Constance gasped. Todd was coming! She could hear his footsteps coming down the hall and her fingers were in his son’s hot mouth, sucking her pussy juice off her fingers. Richie dropped her hand as quickly as he had grabbed it, then turned away as Todd entered the dining room. “Hi, Richie,” Todd said. “Hi, Dad,” Richie said, bending over the boxes and piling Chinese food onto a plate. Constance watched as her boyfriend stared at his son with a mixture of surprise and disdain. “To what do we owe the honor of your presence?” Todd asked. “I live here, Dad,” Richie said, his eyes fixed on his father’s face. “Remember?” “Yeah, I remember,” Todd said. “But you haven’t eaten with us since you got back.” “Don’t worry, Dad,” Richie said. “I’m just loading up. I don’t want to bother you and your lovely girlfriend.” He grinned at Constance, then popped a piece of orange chicken into his mouth. “I see,” Todd grunted. “Here for a place to stay and free food. I should probably start charging you rent.” “Sure,” Richie snorted. “Maybe I should just leave. After all, you’ve got a brand new family, a brand new life. What do you need me around for?” Constance stood awkwardly, the tension filling the dining room. Richie stared at his father, but Todd wasn’t giving in. “Please, guys,” Constance said. “Can’t we just eat dinner?” The two men stood staring at each other for a few more seconds. Finally, Richie lowered his eyes, picked up his plate, and nodded at Constance. “Thanks for going all the really hard work of ordering food,” he said sarcastically and popped another piece of chicken into his mouth. “Tastes good!” Constance stifled a gasp as he flashed her a knowing smile. She felt her cheeks burning and looked at Todd, but luckily he was still focused on his son. “You little shit!” he hissed. “Apologize to your — “ Todd stopped and Constance’s eyes widened. Was he just about to call her Richie’s mother? “My what? Mother?” Richie scoffed. “Come on, Pops, look at her! She’s a mid-life crisis!” “You bastard!” Todd started around the table, and Constance stepped in front of him. “Please, don’t,” she said, her hands on her boyfriend’s chest. “It’s not worth it.” “Apologize!” Todd spluttered, his face red. “Sorry,” Richie said, but his smile wasn’t apologetic at all. “I’ll go eat in my room. There is way too much tension in this room.” “That fucking bastard,” Todd growled. Constance pressed her hands against her boyfriend’s chest while Richie left the dining room. She held Todd in place until he began to breathe again. Suddenly all of the anger bleeded away, leaving him pale and weak. “Sit down, baby,” Constance was saying and led her boyfriend to a chair. “Let’s get you something to eat.” “He’s just so fucking smug!” Todd exclaimed. “What does he think he’s doing, acting like that?” “I know,” Constance soothed, rubbing her boyfriend’s shoulders. “He’s a pain in the ass, but he’s your son.” “You know,” Todd said. “I was going to call him back to apologize, but now I’m not sure I can look at him.” “I understand,” Constance said and poured her boyfriend a glass of wine. “You know, why don’t you go upstairs and rest. I’ll bring your plate up to you.” “Thanks, baby,” Todd said and took a large gulp of wine. For the first time, Todd looked old, old enough to be her father instead of her husband. That’s crazy! she thought to herself. He’s only ten years older than I am. We have kids that are almost the same age! Still, she couldn’t get the idea of Todd being old out of her head as she watched her boyfriend walk weakly up the steps to their bedroom. Constance stood in the dining room for a long moment, wondering what to do. First there was seeing her daughter with that bastard, then the way he had licked her fingers. And now? Now he had attacked her and his father in their house! No matter the erotic thoughts that had burned in her mind earlier, someone had to confront Richie and it looked like she was the only one who could do it. She stalked to the basement steps, took a deep breath, and descended into the lair of her boyfriend’s son. The basement was cool, and the scent of Chinese food lingered in the air. The space was large and unfinished, with exposed cinder blocks and a low ceiling. A room with exposed drywall took up one corner, and a few pieces of old furniture sat along the walls. In the center of the room stood a pool table, a pair of dart boards, and a foosball table. Richie was sitting on the couch in front of the television, a soda in one hand and the remote in the other. He was flicking through the stations, his eyes focused on the TV and his feet propped up on the coffee table. Constance stood at the bottom of the steps and waited for him to notice her. “It’s about time you showed up,” Richie said, not taking his eyes of the T.V. “What do you think you’re doing?” Constance demanded. “What do you mean?” Richie asked, his eyes still on the TV. “I’m sitting here, watching TV.” “Why are you trying to ruin your father’s life?” she asked, taking a step closer. “I’m not,” Richie said. “He’s the one trying to ruin mine.” “How do you figure that?” “You should know,” Richie said and finally turned to look at Constance. “My dad cheated on my mom. With you. Then, he left us and moved into this nice big house, with a new family. “ Richie set down his drink and stood up. “And what? Now he wants to be my dad? Now he wants to tell me what to do? That ship sailed a long time ago.” “Then why are you here?” Constance said. “Why don’t you go live with your mom?” Richie’s face twisted with contempt. “Do you know how miserable she is? She’s depressed and she drinks too much,” he growled. “My father hurt her so bad. You hurt her so bad.” “So this is some sort of revenge?” Constance asked. The truth was, she felt no guilt for taking Todd away from Richie’s mother. From Todd had told her, his ex-wife was a narcissistic mess who blamed everyone else for the problems in her life. It looked like her son was cut from the same cloth. “What am I messing up?” Richie asked, stepping closer to Constance. “I’m not doing anything.” “You’re making your father miserable,” Constance said. “That’s because he’s a pussy,” Richie snorted. “I bet he couldn’t get it up if he tried.” “Don’t talk about him that way!” Constance snapped. “Why not?” Richie said, stepping even closer. “It’s the truth. My dad is a pussy. He couldn’t handle my mom so he ran away. He’s pathetic. And now he’s fucking you.” “I’m his girlfriend!” Constance exclaimed. “Yeah, whatever,” Richie said. “I bet you don’t even fuck.” “Excuse me?” Constance said, shocked. “Come on,” Richie said, moving closer to her. “I’m sure you’ve had a lot of experience pleasing men. I’ll bet you can get my dad off in like, two seconds. You probably don’t even have to suck his dick.” “What are you talking about?” Constance demanded. “I’m talking about you being a hot piece of ass,” Richie said. “I’m talking about you being my father’s whore.” “I’m not a whore!” Constance screamed, and she slapped Richie hard across the face. Richie didn’t move. He just stared at her, his eyes blazing. “You hit me,” he said. “Now you have to fuck me.” “What?” Constance stammered. “That’s insane!” “Oh, come on,” Richie came closer and Constance tried to slap him again, but this time he caught her wrist in mid-swing. “You don’t think I didn’t see you when I was fucking your daughter? You think I don’t know what you were thinking about when you were diddling yourself in the dining room?” Constance gasped as Richie pulled her close. “I tasted your cunt on your fingers, slut,” he hissed. “Now, I want to taste it for real.” Constance opened her mouth to protest, but Richie kissed her before she could speak. She felt the strength in his arms as he pulled her over to the back of the couch. His tongue danced with hers and Constance felt his cock harden against her thigh. She tried to push him away, but his lips were hot and his hands were strong. “You’re such a naughty little mommy,” Richie said, breaking the kiss and staring into her eyes. “Watching your daughter fucking your boyfriend’s son. Jenny’s a cheating little whore, just like her mother!” “No,” Constance moaned as Richie kissed her again. This time, she didn’t resist, and she felt herself melting into the heat of his body. “Oh, yeah,” Richie whispered. “She is. I’ll bet your wet now, just thinking about the way I fucked your pretty, little daughter. “No,” Constance moaned again, but Richie wasn’t buying it. “Why don’t we prove it?” Constance cried out as Richie whirled her around and slammed her down over the back of the couch. Her hands sank into the cushions and she tried to push herself up, but Richie pushed her down until her face was pressed into the seat. He lifted his other arm and swung, smacking Constance’s round ass. Hard. “Ow, fuck!” she cried as the pain lanced through her body. The jolt brought a sympathetic twinge in her pussy and she felt her juices soaking into her panties. Oh, God! She couldn’t do this! No like this! SMACK! Richie smacked her again and Constance bit the cushion to keep from screaming. What would Todd do if he saw here, her ass wiggling in the air as his son stood over her, spanking her like a child? SMACK! Constance’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the heat of Richie’s hand on her burning flesh. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the pleasure that was building inside her. SMACK! Richie’s hand came down again, this time on her other cheek, and Constance let out a cry of pleasure. Her pussy was so wet she was sure her panties were soaked through. “Please,” she moaned, but she wasn’t sure if she was begging for Richie to stop or to continue. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Constance screamed and jerked forward, feeling the sudden rush of ecstasy as Richie’s hand came down again and again, sending electric sparks of lust through her cunt. She trembled against the couch as she felt Richie’s hands suddenly tugging at the waistband of her jeans. “You are such a dirty mommy,” he hissed in her ear. “I’m going to show you what a real man feels like.” Constance tried to say something, but Richie yanked her pants and panties down over her ass. Her pussy was wet and ready, and she moaned as Richie’s fingers slipped through the slick folds. “Oh, fuck, you are so wet!” he growled and pressed his fingers deep inside her. Constance screamed and pushed back against him, impaling herself on his thick fingers. “Yeah, you like that?” “Yes,” Constance moaned. “Please!” “Please what?” “Fuck me,” she moaned, the burning inside of her needed to be released. “I need it so bad!” He continued to fuck her pussy with his fingers, working the mother to the edge of orgasm, then slipped his hand from her swollen lips. “I don’t want to fuck you,” Richie growled and slapped Constance’s ass, making his father’s girlfriend cry in pain. Her ass burned from his punishment, but that only made her need stronger. “Please,” she whimpered. “I need it.” “What do you need?” he asked. “Your cock!” Constance wailed. “I need your cock!” “What about my dad?” Richie asked, his fingers sliding through her slick folds. Constance moaned. “Please, don’t talk about your father!” Richie raised his hand and Constance flinched, her ass tensing for the pain, but he stopped and slipped his warm palm over her round bottom. Then, to her surprise, Richie knelt down and placed a tender kiss on his burning hand print. “What… what are you doing?” “Taking care of you,” Richie murmured, kissing the pain away. “I doubt my father has truly taken care of you since you met him.” “He… he takes care of me just fine.” “Sure he does,” Richie scoffed, and Constance gasped as he pushed his face into her dripping pussy and gave her swollen lips a long lick of his tongue. “That’s why you’re getting so wet for his son.” “Oh, God!” she cried as Richie licked her again and again, the sweet pleasure contrasting with the burning pain, building to a unbearable pressure deep in her belly. “This is so wrong!” “Yes,” Richie chuckled. “That’s why it feel so… fucking… good!” Constance couldn’t stop herself from humping against his face as he lapped at her pussy. The sensations were overwhelming. The pain, the pleasure, the forbidden lust of letting Richie tongue fuck her like this, all of it combined into a swirling storm of bliss. “Oh, fuck,” she cried as Richie’s tongue slipped inside her and started to fuck her cunt. “I’m going to come!” “Then come,” Richie said, sliding his tongue out and grabbing her hips. “Come all over my face.” He started to eat her pussy again, and Constance cried out as the first wave of orgasm exploded through her body. Her muscles seized, and her head spun as she felt Richie’s tongue slipping inside her, lapping at her juices. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed, her body convulsing as a second wave of pleasure rocked her core. Constance’s legs trembled, and she slumped against the couch. Richie stood and kicked off his pants. He was so hard he was throbbing, and Constance’s eyes widened as she saw his thick cock jutting out from his body. “Now, I’m going to fuck you,” Richie growled, pinned her face to the cushions, and pressed the fat head of his cock at her quivering entrance. “Oh, God! FUCK!” Constance whimpered. She could feel his hardness pressing against her. “You’re so big!” He slammed his hips forward and Constance’s eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her pussy stretching to accept his girth. It took him two strokes to bury himself to the hilt, the burning head of his cock embedded deep inside her belly. “That’s right!” Richie spat through teeth gritted as her cunt clenched onto his hard flesh. “Remember this when you’re with my father!” Constance shook her head, the words barely registering in her mind. All she could feel was Richie’s hard cock driving into her core, stretching her to the limit. “I’m going to make you scream, slut!” he growled and hammered his cock into her, each thrust sending a burst of pleasure through her body. “I’m going to make you mine, just like I did with your daughter!” “Oh, God!” Constance cried, her body shaking as Richie drove into her again and again, thoughts of her daughter burning in her brain. “Please, don’t talk about her!” “Why not?” Richie asked, slowing his thrusts and letting his cock slide deep inside her. “She’s a cheating whore, just like her mother! Do you like the idea of your daughter being my fuck toy? Being fucked by your boyfriend’s son?” “No!” Constance screamed, but her voice was shrill with pleasure. “Oh, you do!” Richie laughed and began to fuck her again, hard and fast. “I can feel it. You’re a slut just like your daughter, and you love being fucked by me!” “No,” Constance whimpered, but her protest was weak and she knew it. “Say it!” Richie growled. “Tell me you love it!” “Yes!” she cried. “Yes, I love it! I love your cock!” “I knew it,” Richie hissed and increased the speed of his thrusts. “I knew you wanted me to fuck you!” “Oh, God!” Constance moaned as the pleasure intensified. “Oh, fuck!” “That’s right, slut,” Richie groaned. “Come on my cock. Come for me!” Constance cried out in ecstasy as another orgasm exploded through her body, her pussy spasming around Richie’s hard cock. Richie groaned and she felt his cock pulsing inside her. “Please! Don’t come inside me!” Constance cried. “I could get pregnant!” Richie growled in frustration and pulled out of Constance’s shaking body. He walked around the couch and pushed her head to one side, his thick cock pointed at her cheek. She let out an anguished moan as the first, hot rope of cum hit her high on the cheekbone, cum dripping into her hair. Constance whimpered helplessly as Richie bathed her face. Her skin was burning and her eyes stung, but she couldn’t help feel an afterglow of her orgasm as her boyfriend’s son took out his anger on her. “You’re such a naughty little mommy,” Richie said, shaking his cock. The last few drops hit her chin. “Yes,” Constance whimpered and closed her eyes as Richie’s cum dripped off her face and into the couch. “I think I’m going to have some fun with you,” Richie said, looking at her with a hungry smile. “No,” Constance said. “Never again.” Richie grinned down at her. “Then, I’ll just have to fuck your daughter again,” he said over his shoulder. “No, please! Leave Jenny alone.” Richie bent down and gripped her chin. He kissed her hard, his tongue entering her mouth. It didn’t matter that his cum was on her face, he was still hungry for her. Finally, he pulled back, leaving her gasping for air. “Then, I guess you know what you have to do.” Richie stood up, his massive cock swinging heavily between his thighs. “Oh, and you might want to clean up before you go see my dad.” Constance groaned as Richie walked away, leaving the cum covered mother bent over the couch. Finally, Constance pushed herself to her feet. Everything seemed so unreal, it was hard to remember what she had come down here for in the first place. Then, she remembered her boyfriend waiting for her in their bedroom. She touched her cheek, feeling the thick jizz congealing on her skin. She needed to get cleaned up and bring Todd his dinner. It was the only she could do.

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