☆ Note - this is dark. D.A.R.K. There's bondage and incest and cheating and images of extreme sex. Questionable consent and blackmail and there is verbal degradation and abuse. I know this. No need to comment. Free speech.
DONT DO THIS. Hell, it's best for most of you not even to play this way. If you are considering trying this for real. Just stop. Get Help. Talk to a professional. This is a complete and utter fantasy that will never ever happen - it's the same as elves and dwarves. NOT REAL.
You've been warned.
It was my husband's fault. He was a closeted queer. That's why I cheated, well on him, at least. That's why I needed Mr. Black to be so very fucking coarse and out of bounds. Rough. Hard. Why I begged him to treat me like a piece of meat. Why I begged for more and more. How I got videoed and photographed performing wicked, sinful acts that would destroy me, personally and professionally, if they became generally known.
Oh, my husband tried to hide his homosexuality by acting all manly, but he was a complete sissy until he managed to somehow pass his test for the police academy. I would bet money he sucked a cock or two for a passing grade. After he got a badge he was all of a sudden "billy bad ass" and always bossing me around. Yeah. But before that, he was all about being gentle and sweet to me and spent half his waking life with his tongue up my snatch. Ha! Most of those times he was following up a hard cock from one of the guys I worked with. Delicious black and brown men who appreciated a married white woman hungry for multiple cocks in her cheating pussy.
Maybe I made him gay feeding him all that cum? But he seemed to like it from the start. I think he had a taste for it already. Eyes closed, pulling his little dick on the floor while he ate my pie. I'll admit it was hot to have him there on the floor. Cumming to the taste of my used, cum filled pussy. I felt so powerful cucking this closeted sissy.
But when he suddenly tried to pretend he was an alpha male it wasn't hot. It was just....sad. I guess I never respected him really.
The hottest creampie feast ever was the first time Kody watched. Unexpectedly home early one day from a rained out workday, he slipped in quietly and there I was on the couch, legs spread, skirt pulled up and tits hanging down out of my bra. Half naked and dripping my boss' cum into my sissy husband's licking mouth. That was the best. Kody, just turned 18 and working for a framing crew, stood by the kitchen door and watched the whole wicked thing. Nothing hotter than locking eyes with my own son while his bitch daddy was on the ground slurping up another man's creampie. Shit. He watched me through the whole thing. My own baby boy, watched me cum. Looked me in the eyes as I pulled the long hard nipples he had once suckled and spread my legs higher and wider and told my husband to "get in there and eat it all up!"
Thank God he's smart enough to have eased back out quietly before we were caught, a mother and son enjoying a depraved moment of incestual bliss. He came home later. I hoped he knew that I was cumming for him that day.
The next morning I was in a thin sleep shirt with no bra on. Somehow I'd picked the tiniest g-string panties I owned to put on. I'd purposefully tugged my nipples hard in my bedroom and they were standing proud. I was cooking bacon at the stove top. My husband already gone off to whatever loser job he had back then. Kody came in and hugged me. Him all thick with muscles and his smooth young skin, bulging cock prominent in tight cotton athletic shorts. My nipples had stayed rock hard in anticipation of this moment. His hand slid down from my lower back to lightly cup my ass. I knew what message he was sending, hugging me that way and I didn't care. I was glad my husband was gone so Kody could touch me, hug me, kiss my cheek so gently.
Hell, If he had bent me over the breakfast table right then, I wouldn't have stopped him. I couldn't have made myself. My pussy was so sopping wet he would have slid in right up to his balls. I so wanted him to tell me he could smell it in the air.
I laid awake all that night begging God to let my son wreck my pussy.
Good mothers didn't do that. I guess I'm just an OK mother, because I didn't discourage any of the rest of the long, tight, hugs my son gave me. Neither did I pull back from the kisses on my cheek that moved to behind my ear when no one could see. I just pressed my hips into him tighter, trying to feel his erection. He always seemed to have one around me after that day.
