Chapter 2 of Lindsey and her unique family dynamic.
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"Ohhhhhh Tyson, yes baby!," My, now, 9 week pregnancy, in full effect. The morning sickness, the mood swings, and my tits, extremely sensitive, since learning I became pregnant.
"Fuck yes mom!! AHH!! AHH!! fuck yes!! take my dick!!"
Being 11:30pm Saturday night, Its' Tyson's night with me. Ploughing my societally immoral motherly tunnel, plunging my depths, over and over, our bodies slapping against each other intently.
"Harder baby.... yes...yes...fuck me.. fuck it!! oh yes!! My yelps, my cries, echoing off the bedroom walls. Stuttering my way through toe curling orgasm after toe curling orgasm. "Don't.....stop.....baby!!.. God yessssss!!"
Tyson's 240 lbs, not at all muscle, putting to test, the bed frame, the bedsprings, the mellifluous tune the headboard is playing, thump, after incestuous thump. My legs, whorishly lying innocently on the bed, with black high heels on my nylon clad feet. 2 long runs, created by my son being between my legs, down my inner thighs.
My head, lying on the pillow, fingers, holding tightly on his shoulders, the sweat pouring off both of us, as the panting from the young man I'm looking up, gets more more frantic.
"Fuck yea mom, I can fuck this cunt morning, noon, and night; It's... like.... a.... glove...," My middle son's hips slamming down into my pregnant womb.
Slowing down, Tyson says, "Fuck!! I'm worn out!!" Panting, exhausted from, now, our 4th go at it, since I lay Josey down for the night.
With an incestuously, tired chuckle, I unleashed on Tyson, "All the shit you talk, you bragged how you can fuck me all night; what happened Superman, mama's pussy too much for you?" My left hand, the fingers, slovenly running down his side.
The obscene, lewd sight from the mirror that Tyson hung up on the ceiling, witnessing a young black 19 yr old kid, thrusting like mad in the white pussy of the MILF he is enjoying, My eyes, captured his naked body, perspiration showing, like raindrops on a flower petal.
Hearing my mockery, I could see how it affected his ego. With that, he regripped my legs, lifted them up from the position they we're currently in, and with a growl I've never heard from before, he said, "You just gave me my 2nd wind bitch!"
"Uhhhh!!Unnnhhhh!!Unnnn!!!Oh yes! Baby, gawdddd yessssss!" My moans, causing tremors on the windows, reverberating through my bedroom, Tyson took my challenge to heart and the headboard insanely beating the wall.
"Yes!! Tyson Oh yes!! There's my stallion! Breed your mare!!"
His pants, his grunts signalling to me his ultimate finale. Fondly, lovingly, I put my lips to his ear and ordered, "Cum in me baby, overflow my canal."
With that and three more hard thrusts, "Ahhhhhhhhhh Fuuccckkkkkk, Im cummingggg!! Tyson, slamming forward, holding his body still, his balls expelling ejaculate in my metra, his body shaking uncontrollably.
Cooing in his ear, "Just like that baby, every drop in your whore mother." Wave after forbidden wave, cladding my cervix like a firehose in a 4 alarm inferno.
Finally, after what seemed like 10 minutes of shooting his spunk from his humping, slowing down, my fingers running through his afro, "Mmmmmmmmmm, oh Tyson."
The affectionate, steamy, passion from our torrid fuck-a-thon, ended. A 'puhlop' as his deflating organ, left the friendly confines of well fucked orifice, my 2nd born, my lover of the night, collapsed on me, all 240 lbs, trying desperately to catch our breaths.
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Ever since Chase left from his last 10 day leave, a time where we rarely left my bedroom, only extricating ourselves off the worn in mattress, (my body print forever etched in the center of the bed, from all the boys fucking the life out of me) to make food, pee, shower, or more often than not, tend to my daughter Josey. Our routine has gone back to normal.
As soon as Chase leaves, it seems like my legs, never leave my next lovers hands, until he has deposited load after load into my quivering snatch, or painting my 'beautiful' face, with a humdinger of an effort, ridding himself of the blueballs developed from the military brother, who comes home once every few months.
Surprisingly, their grades have gone up, stress levels and anxiety, a distant memory, due to their loving 'Mom with Benefits' lying down on her back, encouraging the young bulls to mount her pregnant body, until they expend their 'ick' deep into her wide open canyon.
From Tyson's wrestling, to Marlon's basketball, and Josey, learning ballet, there is never a dull moment in the Upton household. Trying to keep a certain 4 yr old non privy to the night time escapades proved to be insurmountable.
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One night, Marlon was ploughing me from behind. I was on all 4's, my veil over my face, my lace gloved hands, gripping the sheets, Wearing a ring on my left finger I bought to keep men from hitting on me. My wedding gown was pushed over my waist. Being a Friday, the night the door is fully closed, but never locked, as both of the boys use me all night long, Tyson was suppose to have his bedroom door open, as his room was right across from Josey's.
Down the hall, at the far end, Marlon had my pigtails in his hand, pulling my head back, tits free from the dungeon of my bridal gown, "Fuck yea! Fuck yea!," Every thrust in me, accentuated by his primal grunts.
The bedroom across from Tyson's door opens, and the curious sounds of, "Mama? Mama?" The calls not answered, the inquisitive 4 year old follows the sounds she hears to the end of the hall.
"Oh yes baby!! yess!! Marlonnnnn!! yes baby!! The intrinsic grunts, violent in nature, being waylayed on my backside, balls deep in my ravished cunt, testicles bouncing off my butt and the tan pantyhose, loosely on my legs.
Stopping at the door, thinking mama is somehow being hurt, she opens the door and walks in. Not knowing of her presence, her older brother, is having a field day, churning up another load of pent up frustration from basketball practice.
My pigtails, firmly in my 18 yr old sons grasp, I open my eyes for a split second, Marlon, slowing his pumping. Out secret has been foiled.
"Marly, baby, stop!" I plead, realizing the one person I didn't want privy to our relationship, was standing at the door.
Releasing my hair and pulling out of me, Marlon grabs the quilt from our bed and wraps his body, joint secretions and all, in it.
