Note: this is a dark cuckolding story about a father who dominates his son and his son's girlfriend. It is for people who enjoy cruel characters behaving in cruel ways, and should be taken as fantasy for sexual gratification rather than a depiction of any true human behavior. For perverts and perverted ends only
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Celina had big mommy milkers. One of her pics was posted onto an Instagram that collected them (BigMommyMilkersRHere) and it showed her in a sundress with a glorious viewing of her massive H cup breasts, tanning in the sun, curving outwards with specks of sweat as her dress held them perfectly firm. She had innocently posted it to her account before it had spread around her college, being saved, sent, and reposted, before reaching even wider eyes.
"Is that true babe?" she asked her boyfriend Henry, "Do I have big mommy milkers?"
God yes. Celina's big round breasts, tan yet white, heavy and soft, occupied so much of her boyfriend's attention. They looked good in the morning, jiggling under her bra-less t-shirt as she brushed her teeth. In a sports bra with deep cleavage, so that when she ran on the treadmill she got the attention of every guy at the gym. Most of all, he loved her breasts dangling over his face, with her round pink nipples between his lips, feeling her wetness between her thighs with his fingers.
"They posted me on this site," she said, "And everyone is saying I have big mommy milkers." She was wearing that sundress now, as they drove home from running errands.
Celina could tell Henry was aroused, even with his hands on the wheel and eyes on the road.
"Do you want to suck on these big mommy milkers?" she asked him, peeling one large melon-like tit from her dress and letting it jiggle free in the front seat of his car.
"Fuck," he said, swerving.
"Why don't you pull over and put these beautiful tits in your mouth?"
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After then, this mommy roleplay became a key part of their sex life. Henry might be sitting on his bed, doing homework for an advanced physics class, when Celina would enter wearing a tight skirt and a blouse with deep visible cleavage.
"Is my boy done with his homework yet?"
"No," he said, always meekly.
"Oh my boy, you need to finish your homework or else mommy is going to be so sad."
"Yes, I will."
"Yes what?"
"Yes mommy."
Pleased, Celina approached Henry on the bed, sitting besides him and thrusting his face directly towards her massive chest.
"There, there, what a good boy." Then, her hand brushing his hard erection. "What's this? Is my naughty boy getting hard at mommy's big milky jugs?"
"Yes mommy."
"Naughty naughty boy. There there, I can see that mommy needs to take care of her naughty little boy. Come closer."
Then, she would undo the buttons of her blouse until she made one of her fat full breasts appear, nipple round and hard, and placed his head directly between her breasts with the nipple in his mouth.
"You just be a good boy and suck on mommy's tit and I'll take care of you." God, with his nose resting between her soft breasts, Henry came quickly even from a handjob.
"I see my boy's made a big sticky mess all over mommy," she would say, wiping her sticky hands onto her breasts and letting him see the light glisten off her cum covered knockers.
"Now mommy has to take a shower... be a good boy and finish your homework." She would disappear to the shower, where behind the sound of running water, Henry would hear the delicious pleasure of Celina rubbing her pussy and making herself cum. Even though he knew this was a fantasy and that he could join her in the shower, he stayed behind to finish his homework like a good little boy.
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For spring break that year, Celina and Henry were invited for a 7-day cruise on Henry's father Ryder's yacht. Ryder had divorced Henry's true mother two years ago, and in his new bachelorhood had begun going to the gym and spending tons of money on cars, hotels, flights, and this beautiful yacht.
The yacht had three bedrooms, a full kitchen, gym, massive living room, and even a giant hot tub over looking the bow. It could easily bring them out around some coral reefs in total luxury for 7 days.
Celina gleefully packed tiny bikinis, short skirts, more sundresses, and everything she needed to look great in pictures. Henry happily lugged all six of her hot pink suitcases onto the boat.
"Let's set sail," his father said, making note of the excessive packing Celina had done and rolling his eyes. Judging by her chest, he figured his son's girlfriend to be a bit of a brainless bimbo.
An hour later, they were far from the coast, surrounded by no civilization and just the bright blue ocean. Ryder poured three glasses of champagne and called for a toast.
"To a great trip," he said, glancing downwards at the impressive display of cleavage coming from his son's buxom girlfriend. Wow was this girl stacked. He didn't know what a woman like this was doing with his son. She resembled many of the women he had seen at high class clubs and lounges that he had been visiting since his divorce, and they were dating athletes and rap stars, not nerdy physics students who were two hundred pounds overweight.
"To you, captain!" Celina said in return, and Jesus, Ryder could have sworn he saw her lick her lips seductively at him before downing her glass. What was this girl up to?
After more champagne, and a dinner of steak and lobster which Ryder expertly prepared, the boy Henry had gotten too drunk to stay awake, and was passed out in bed before 10pm.
"What a bummer!" Celina said, "I was hoping to go in the hot tub."
"Well," Ryder said with a smirk, "We can still go."
Ryder was comfortable in the tub when Celina emerged and god did she look good. The college beauty was wearing what Ryder could only describe as a small piece of fabric pretending to be a swimsuit. Not only could he see down the delicious cavern of cleavage between her tits, but the bottoms of each of her breasts were exposed, creating a 360 degree jiggle as she stepped over to the tub. Additionally, every bit of her round fuckable ass that wasn't the literal puckered hole was completely bare, and Ryder swore that the fabric moved just enough that he glimpsed that tight clenched anus before she stepped into the water.
"It's a beautiful night," she said, the tips of her breasts floating to the top of the water's surface.
"It sure is."
They drank champagne, both of them getting a feeling of glow under the moonlight.
"Tell me, Mr. Cochran," she said, "Is this a fuck yacht?"
"Excuse me?"
"I'm wondering. You're divorced. You buy a big long boat all of a sudden. Did you buy this boat so that you could fuck women on it?"
Ryder laughed. It was true. The yacht was a panty dropper when it came to his dating life. All those years spent with Henry's mom, when he hadn't realized how attractive a fit and rich older man truly was to young pussy. He had girls half his age, heck, younger than his son onto this yacht. They stuffed themselves into tiny elastic dresses, placed his hand on their tits and curves and hips, and then they begged him to undress them and fuck them like a good daddy.
Ryder did. And under the stars, he told Celina as much.
She giggled. "I'm not surprised. This yacht just smells like sex."
Ryder spit out some of his drink. The girl was right, he realized, for there wasn't an inch of this vessel that he hadn't christened with wet pussy juice.
"You know, I offered it to Henry when I bought it. Thought he might want to borrow it for a while, take it for a spin."
"I wish he had taken you up on that," Celina said, "I would have fucked your son all over this yacht."