Disclaimer
All characters are 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and able to consent. Any characters, or situations, depicting real-life people or events are purely coincidental. This story contains strong sexual themes, including: unrealistic anatomy, huge cock, exaggerated volumes of male ejaculate, masturbation, masturbation by cousin, cousin on cousin, female dominance, nudity on camera, being filmed, being put on display, restrained, implied reverse gangbang and unprotected sex without resulting in pregnancy or disease. This literary work is for entertainment purposes only and should not be used as justification for the pursuit of acting out any fantasies or fetishes reflected in this story. Please do not re-post this work without permission from the author. Most importantly, and I cannot stress this enough...please, enjoy yourself!
A quick word from the author
I debated for a while about how much, if at all, Simon should be degraded for this chapter. I still want him to be seen as the hero, but every hero has their set backs. Speaking candidly, writing about this particular subject matter is not a strength of mine. GTO_Racer has some great stories that really push readers to edge of the amount of degradation they can handle. I will admit, I do not have their talent. And my attempt may come across as weak and disappointing the readers who have come to enjoy Simon's adventures. If that turns out to be the case, I beg you please stick around for future chapters. Thank you.
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Previously on Slut Son
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A well intentioned family picnic went off the rails as the ever present sibling rivalry between Brigit Hightower and Amarosa Ball surfaced in a most comical display. Thankfully, no punches were thrown, but that didn't stop them from throwing their little sister's picnic spread at each other to assert dominance. Seen as ridiculous by Candice Memphis and her Simon, it soon became a free-for-all as cake, cream, and chocolate covered bodies writhed and clashed together. The epic lust-filled battle demolished the clean state of Candice's kitchen in spectacular fashion, but at least everyone had fun. Afterwards, Amarosa found that she had settled into her sister's life quite comfortably and was even beginning to feel happy again. However, a threat grew closer and closer that aimed to destroy Amarosa's newfound peace, and anyone caught in the way would just be collateral damage.
Chapter 17 - The Conniving Cousin
"Okay!"
A young, vibrant, voluptuous woman expressed rather gleefully as she plopped down onto her California King.
Huana Ball, one of the brightest and most ambitious members of her family, lavished in the well-earned comforts her entrepreneurial venture provided her. She was a jaw-dropping stunner both on and off camera. She had voluminous, wavy, jet-black hair that could only be described as an alluring mane that she strategically tossed and swung around to tantalize her audience. Even without the aid of markup, her eyes were naturally dark and smokey. Her Columbian light-brown skin added to her desirability and accentuated every curve and subtle definition. She was by no means muscular, but her obliques were easily the most visible part of her flat stomach. And nearly the envy of every woman, her small waist was framed by a set of large natural breasts and thick solid glutes that made her large ass double as a shelf. Those assets, which she took full advantage of, easily made her one of the top earners on the self-hosting platform
Just4Fans.
Huana took great pride in her vivacious, over-the-top erotic performances. Often, while fucking herself with one of her own ribbed, spiraled, or uniquely designed dildos, she would swing her chest upwards to capture the loud
PLAP!
of her large breasts crashing down against her ribcage. In a reverse-cowgirl position, she would twerk and flex her glute muscles in a well-practiced choreography to
CLAP!
her ass for her captive audience. If she had to be self-conscious about anything, it would have been her disproportionately large puffy pussy lips, but they were clearly no issue with her fans, as her revenue stream had kept her from needing to work a "regular" job.
Huana--otherwise known by her online handle as the "Cum"-lumbian Queen--may have played the adventurous and accepting naughty temptress on the risque platform, but in her personal life she was quite the vindictive cur. And due to some imagined slight, she has set her sights on her next target.
'Let's see what dear old mother has been up to.'
Huana smiled as she propped herself against the many pillows along her headboard and held her phone steady in her right hand. And with a few taps, she had pulled up her mother's social page.
"
Sigh...
"
'Nothing...nothing...nothing. "Heard a song on my stream and started crying. Reminded me of my mother." Ulch, so dramatic. Your mother's not even dead. Fucking give her a call. God she's fucking stupid.'
Huana quickly remembered why she had avoided her mother's page like the plague. With each post she viewed, she could feel her own body increasingly reacting negatively to the cringe.
'A picture of a cup of coffee? Really? Tell me you don't have a personality without saying you don't have a personality.'
Despite Huana only being a few minutes into her investigation, she was already poised to take a break from her mother's bland idea of expressing herself, that was until something caught her attention.
'Here we go. Finally some posts with some people. Let's see if she posted her new man. Who are these...'
Huana thought as she scrolled through pictures and stared at a rather towering and statuesque redhead, and a petite blonde who seemed incapable of not smiling in every picture she was in.
'Is that...fuck me Big Brigit? Nice breast lift. You needed it, bad! But then again, so will I in ten years.'
Huana smirked to herself. She detested the idea of her body aging and tits sagging, but in their current state, she could enjoy them for the massive, home-wrecking fun-bags they were.
'Who's this kid with them? Aunt B's daughter? Nah, she never had kids. That I'm aware of.'
The answer eluded Huana until she checked the most obvious place for a solution.
'Who does she have tagged? HOLY CHRIST Little Can? How is that even possible? Gotta be a filter. But, why would Mom apply it only to her, and not to herself? That can't be real, probably some AI.'
A surprised, and furious Huana looked through every picture her mom had posted, and increasingly soured with each appearance of her Aunt Candice.
'No pictures of her "man." Smart on her part. Or he doesn't exist. One of her recent posts says she's staying with her sister. Let's check out Little Can's page then. Aww, public? Don't you know you're not supposed to do that?'
Huana quickly filtered by "posts older than one year" and then riffled through her aunt's images and albums.
'Just curious, what did you look like a year ago Little Can? Huh, she looks older but not by much. I guess that's what happens when you stay out of the sun.'
No longer entertained by her aunt's miraculous de-aging, Huana decided she could waste no more time on that rabbit hole and returned to her original focus.
'Alright, enough of that. Let's just do "new posts only." My mother may have been smart enough not to post anything on this guy--especially if she's sending out dick pics--but no way this little "genius" didn't slip up.'
Thwarted again. Huana lied on her bed and let out a series of exasperated sighs.
'Damn. Nothing. Just lots of family pics. The house. Going out. And...her son. Like, a lot of her son. Looks like Simon's working hard. Always been his problem. Body like that, he should be selling it. Why does she have so many pics of him shirtless? Seriously, this guy has never heard of a shirt. Or shorts that actually fit. Nice "V" though. Glad you're not that gangly annoying teenager anymore. God you were annoying.'
Something strange and familiar struck Huana. Her eyes narrowed as she intensely studied the images of her laboring cousin.
'He built his mother's patio? That stone work, that pattern, it looks familiar.'
Huana quickly pulled up her phone's gallery and opened her downloaded images. She retrieved the image she saved of the shaft of a large, slimy, veiny cock resting on her mother's wet face. Prior to this investigative undertaking, her attention had primarily been on the meat log obscuring the woman's face.
'Fuck, I wish the background was more in focus. If I could just get a better look at the design.'
Huana flipped between her open apps. She carefully examined as much of the background from the images her mother sent her.
