Literotic asexstories – Forbidden Love Pt. 03 by Schaka,Schaka The weekend ends! Three lives have been changed. This is the final chapter in the sexual evolution of the Favreau family. Perhaps we’ll revisit them later in their new lives.
Forbidden Love -part 3
Allen steered the houseboat upriver, carefully staying within the channel markers. The last days of the Favreau family’s houseboat vacation were today and tonight. Tomorrow they would turn the houseboat in at the marina, get in the family car and return to their ordinary lives. What started as a prosaic family weekend trip became a life-altering event for the family, especially Allen and his mother, Susan.
Mother and son became adventurous and kinky lovers, indulging their wildest fantasies. It started with them entering into an incestuous relationship in a tent on the beach. It continued with Susan surrendering to her son’s dominance and engaging in public sex. A wild party on a stranger’s houseboat allowed Allen to fuck a mother and daughter and Susan to engage in an impromptu bisexual threesome.
Even her staid husband, fueled by alcohol and marijuana, became an unwitting part of his family’s sexual liberation. Susan was more aggressive sexually but less demanding of him because of her son’s sexual prowess. His family achieved this dichotomy because their son, Allen, opened his mother up to a more liberating lifestyle by asserting the dominance she always wanted.
Susan and Allen Favreau were not only lovers but deeply into a profound D/s relationship. Susan was always a natural submissive and urged her husband to dominate her. They experimented with tieing her up and punishment/reward roleplays.
Craig tried to indulge his wife’s sexual fantasies but was uncomfortable with the concept of domination and submission with restraints and pain as a routine part of their sex life. Besides, the more he did, the more she wanted him to do.
Their son Allen’s sex education was fueled and enhanced by what he saw online. Like any eighteen-year-old boy, he masturbated to the pictures and videos of mature women having sex with young men. He routinely substituted his mother for the women in the videos.
When he stumbled on images of mature women being dominated by younger men, it created his fantasy about dominating his mother. He imagined her willingly and eagerly submitting to his advances and doing all the kinky things he saw the ‘mothers’ do online. It was a fantasy he never thought he would realize. When he finally did, he was like a kid in a candy store. The more his mother submitted to him, the more he wanted her to do.
Susan’s inhibitions toppled like trees in a tornado as actual deeds expanded her son’s fantasy world. What started for Susan as marijuana and alcohol-induced seduction became a life-altering event.
Susan was nude on the upper deck, working on the tan she promised herself she would get on the first day of their river cruise. The previous days were liberating, and she was now comfortable sunbathing nude. So much had changed!
Her son, Allen, became the Dominant she always pleaded with her husband-to-be. She existed to please him. She still loved her husband, but her son completed her sexually.
Craig stumbled up the ladder to the upper deck where his wife was sunbathing. He had slept for hours after they left the party island. He was a staid office manager for a prominent accounting firm. It was uncharacteristic for him to overindulge in anything, especially alcohol and drugs.
He was concerned that his overindulgence had him hallucinating. He suspected it was something in the marijuana or the THC tonic he had on Tommy’s luxurious houseboat.
He had a fuzzy memory of his wife lying on a lounger while Tommy’s wife Karen licked her pussy, and the musclebound freak, he thought his name was Abel, sucked Susan’s tit. He vaguely recalled watching while washing down a handful of THC-laced chocolates with the potent marijuana tonic.
The scene was like an out-of-focus movie with overly bright colors and ear-splitting heavy metal music. Craig pushed his shorts down and stroked his rigid cock watching his wife writhe on the lounger.
He recalled cumming on the highly polished teakwood deck. The scene faded after he orgasmed, and his next recollection was walking down the pier with his wife and son.
He had another hallucinatory memory of his wife and son having sex in the bed beside him. He knew this was an impossibility. His family was the typical upper-middle-class Midwesterners. In their town, they attended church, belonged to the proper clubs, and were considered pillars of the community.
Extramarital sex, let alone incest, just was not done!
He intended to confront Tommy, the owner of the houseboat they went to the party on, about lacing the marijuana with hallucinogens.
He stopped, stunned, when he saw his wife lying nude on her belly sunbathing.
“Jesus Christ, Susan, have you completely lost it? Put some clothes on! Our son is right down this ladder.
“Chill, Craig! He has his hands full piloting the boat. There’s no way he could come up here and see me.”
And, she thought, I undressed in the wheelhouse after sucking him off. So he has already seen me naked.
“Susan, it’s the impropriety of the whole thing! Other boats are plying the same channel we are in. What if they see you?”
“Craig, no one can see me lying up here! Stop worrying and put some tanning lotion on me!”
Craig hesitated. Earlier in their trip, he had his son apply the tanning lotion. Unbeknownst to him, that action triggered all that had happened since! Then he didn’t want to touch his wife’s corpulent body. He was unsure why but now saw her as curvy rather than overweight. Also, she seemed to radiate a sexuality he had never experienced before.
Her skin seemed to glow with a new vitality, and when she walked, her hips had a sensual sway that he had never seen. It was like she was a new woman!
He knelt beside her, eyed her deliciously round bubble butt, and impulsively slapped her ass.
“OUCH! What has gotten into you,” Susan exclaimed.
Susan instinctively shrank away when her husband spanked her. However, as a thrill shot through her body, she ground her Mons into the towel she was lying on. Her pussy moistened as she associated having her butt spanked with sex with her son.
“Can’t A husband play with his wife’s butt?”
Craig stroked her sweaty chocolate globes, recalling the days of rampant sex they had in their younger days. They were younger and slimmer then. Part of their pillow talk was experimenting sexually. Having kids added weight and responsibility and ended the pursuit of their sexual fantasies.
It was just as well, Craig thought. A man in his position needed to maintain a certain decorum. He shuddered when he recalled the kinky things they discussed and the negative impact they could have had on his career if pursued, and they were found out!
He picked up the lotion, straddled her, and squirted a stream of the tanning lotion on her back.
“Oh! That’s cold,” Susan said, wriggling her behind and feeling Craig’s cock settle into her butt crack.
She relaxed as her husband slathered the liquid over her body. His hands felt soothing and reminded her of that day Allen was doing the same thing. She recalled his hands sliding up her body and touching the sides of her breast. She remembered her son’s hands between her legs bumping against her Mons. It was so deliciously wicked!
Suddenly she realized her husband was following the same path, only more aggressively than her son had that day. Craig was fingering her while dry-humping her.
“Craig, what are you up to, honey?”
“Feeling my wife up! Do you have a problem with that,” Craig said, chuckling.
“Mmm! Not at all! But what do you plan on doing with that pole between my ass cheeks?”
“It’s not a pole; it’s my cock!”
“And what are your intentions, sir,” she asked playfully.
Craig glanced at the window that looked down into the wheelhouse. All he could see was the top of Allen’s head. He slipped off his shorts and ran his cock between his wife’s ass cheeks, smearing his precum over them.
“I’m considering updating my resume and adding booty bandit.”
Craig squirted a stream of the lotion on Susan’s anus and his cock.
“Oww! Have you added new anal skills since our last time?”
Susan pressed her rump against her husband’s cock while mulling over this unexpected development. They hadn’t done anal in years! He was never sure why Craig stopped assfucking her. She enjoyed it immensely. Getting analized was another form of submission to her, but her husband lost interest over time.
She tittered as she realized that if Craig did her doggie style, Allen could look back and see her getting fucked. Her pussy flooded at the thought. With her newly aroused libido, she fantasized about Allen ordering her to fuck multiple men and watching as they did.
“Climb on, cowboy! Let’s go for a ride,” she cooed.
Susan clandestinely tapped the window to get her son’s attention as she rose to her knees. Her pussy flooded as she thought of her son and master watching her get assfucked.
Allen glanced over his shoulders when he heard the tapping. All he could see through the wheelhouse window was his mother’s face and tits. She was on her knees, smiling down at him. Behind her was the lower half of a figure he assumed was his father. His mother grimaced, and Allen realized his father had just penetrated his mother.
He had heard them fuck at home. It usually didn’t last that long but did provide masturbation fantasies. Back then, as he furiously masturbated, he imagined it was him fucking his mother.
He had even seen his mother naked, going to the bathroom to clean up after they fucked.
He steered the houseboat with one hand while looking over his shoulder.
Susan looked at her son, staring up at her, and blew him a kiss. He reciprocated, and she mouthed,” he’s in my ass!”
“How is it,” Allen said aloud, hoping his mother could read his lips.
“It should be you,” she pantomimed again.
Susan’s eyes were at half mast, her mouth gaping open as Craig pounded her anus. She had forgotten how much she enjoyed this kinky sex act. She grimaced as her husband’s balls slapped against her ass.
“Do you like this, baby?”
“You know I love when you take me, especially anally.”
Susan recalled how her son talked dirty to her when they had sex, making her respond. She and Craig were usually silent, except for grunts and groans when they fucked. Allen made her talk, telling him how his dick felt in her. She decided to show her cuckold husband what she learned from their son.
“Fuck your bitch’s ass, you big dick stud!”
Craig slowed, stunned by his wife’s profanity. He wasn’t sure if he liked it.
Also, the way she slammed her ass against his cock was new. Back in the day, she just lay there and moaned. Now she was on her knees, mouthing profanities and fucking him back. Her jiggly ass rippled back and forth, propelled by him pumping into her and thrusting back.
He recalled hallucinating his wife and son fucking on the bed beside him. They talked just like this. He shook his head to clear the image that seemed so real.
It was ridiculous to think that his wife and their son were in a sexual relationship. He had a hard time imagining anyone wanting sex with her now. Her ass was too big, and her tits hung like the udders on a cow. She had rolls of fat for a belly, perhaps if she lost weight… a lot of weight!
“Fuck, mama, baby!”
Craig’s eyes widened, and again he slowed down fucking his wife. Those words were familiar. They were the same ones Susan said when Allen was fucking her when he thought he was hallucinating.
It couldn’t be! His wife and son couldn’t be having sex! That would be so wrong!
“Move your ass, bitch!”
He slapped her ass, expressing his outrage by the viciousness of his repeated slaps on her ass.
“That’s right, use your bitch! Make her feel pain!”
Craig recalled his wife’s desire to be submissive to his dom. It was an entertaining game for a while, but not really his thing. It became especially onerous when she wanted to expand their D/s play out of their marital bed.
He called a halt to their D/s play when she wore no panties while trying on shoes at the mall. He had no idea she had exposed herself until they were in their sedan in the mall parking lot. She was giving him roadhead, a kink he thoroughly enjoyed but was reluctant to let her do in case someone saw them.
He recalled running his hand under her dress while she was sucking him and finding no panties and that she was dripping wet. After he cummed in her mouth, he scolded her for behaving like the harlot of Babylon. Craig spent days fearful of being confronted by someone the clerk told about her slutiness.
Craig recalled Susan and Allen approaching the pavilion on the party island. He was high on alcohol and THC but thought Allen’s hand was on Susan’s ass, not her waist. He attributed her skin a rosy glow to the heat and humidity. He saw that same glow back in the day when they had sex. He dismissed it then, but now he wasn’t so sure.
“Whose pussy is this?”
With both hands, he rained blows on her behind, watching her cellulite-dimpled ass redden. The cheating slut! He wanted to punish her, make her pay for putting the horns of a cuckold on him. The harder he fucked Susan, the more aroused he became.
“Yours, you good dick bastard! It’s your pussy! Use it like you want!”
The residue of the copious amounts of alcohol and THC he had in the past few days lowered his inhibitions. He intended to show this fat bitch he was the boss and that his son wasn’t the man he was.
Susan realized her husband was angry, and this wasn’t the usual sex talk. Looking over her shoulder, she saw not lust but anger on his face. For a brief moment, she wondered if his anger was because he knew she was fucking their son.
However, the thought faded as her husband ass fucked her, and her son watched from the wheelhouse. She puckered her lips blowing kisses to her son as he watched her get fucked.
She loved how her husband pounded her, using her like the slut she had become. For years she had begged him to dominate her, now he was, and she couldn’t stop creaming.
She glanced through the window at her son, who had his cock out now, stroking it while watching his parents fuck. Susan ached to have her son’s cock in her mouth, to suck it while his father assfucked her.
Craig leaned over her back, reached around, and grabbed her nipple, pulling and twisting it. Parts of him were shocked at his vicious behavior; parts said she deserved this rough treatment. He was sure now that he wasn’t dreaming. His wife and son were fucking!
He would show her and Allen who the boss was in this family. He hoped Allen was watching as he reclaimed his woman! The fat shit!
Allen had dropped his shorts and was steering the boat with one hand and stroking his cock with the other while watching his parents fuck. All he could see was the lower half of his father pile drive fucking his mother. His mother’s face was twisted into a grotesque lustful mask, and her big jugs swung like the udders on a cow.
Forty-eight hours ago, he was a virgin, getting his kicks watching porn on the Internet. Now he was a voyeur, watching his parents fuck. It was the hottest thing he had witnessed in his short life. He imagined taking her after his father finished, feeling his cock slide around in his father’s seed.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! You motherfucker! I’m cumming!”
Susan came hard, overwhelmed by the myriad of feelings and sensations she experienced. Her husband was cumming in her ass, and their son was stroking and watching. This scene exceeded her wildest fantasies.
“Motherfucker,” Craig screamed. “Me too, you slut!”
His back arched as he repeatedly thrust hard, depositing his seed deep in his wife’s bowels. Cumming in her ass was a catharsis. His head cleared, and he began to regret treating her as he did.
He vowed to have less alcohol and THC for the remainder of the trip. Somehow it had him thinking his wife and son were having sex, and he knew that couldn’t be. He collapsed on her back, driving Susan to her belly.
Allen quickly pulled up his swimsuit and turned his attention to steering the houseboat. He heard his parents’ profane screams and knew they were cumming. By the time his father collapsed on Susan’s back, his back was to them with a smirk on his face.
“Oh my God, Craig! What has gotten into you?”
Susan was on her belly with cum streaming out of her anus. She reached back and stroked her husband’s sweaty face. His breathing was harsh and labored.
“I, uh, I’m sorry! I don’t know what got into me!”
Craig levered his body up and off his wife. A torrent of his brown streaked semen poured from his wife’s ass.
“Whatever it was, I hope it gets into you again! That was amazing!”
“Hey, you two,” Allen called from the wheelhouse, “the landing is just ahead. I’ll need your help docking the boat.”
Chapter 02
Allen Favreau was distraught and ashamed of himself. His overindulgence in alcohol and drugs had him imagining the impossible. Of course, his wife and son weren’t having sex. His brain was temporarily addled, causing him to even think of such obscenities.
He planned on apologizing to his wife for his brutal assfucking of her. She didn’t deserve such treatment.
Susan had quickly cleaned up and threw on a sundress with boat shoes and no underwear. She felt incredible! She had gone from an overweight, menopausal housewife to a curvy vixen with two men fucking her and her first bisexual experience. All of this in one weekend of boating!
She went on deck to help her men dock the boat. She giggled at the thought of having two cocks to service her.
“Okay, son, you can cut the engines. I’ve got her tied off!”
Allen cut the engines and walked out on the deck just as his mother exited her cabin. She turned sidewise to move past him in the narrow deck path between the wheelhouse and the railing. She could see the many boats docked at the sandbar at this final stop before the weekend was over.
“Excuse me, sweety!”
Susan wiggled her ass against her son’s crotch as she slipped past him. Allen glanced down the deck, saw his father had his back to him, and ran his hand under his mother’s dress.
“I like watching you get fucked,” he whispered.
“I like you watching me get fucked! Stop it!”
Susan playfully slapped her son’s hand away.
“My Itinerary says there’s a barbecue on the beach tonight. Why don’t you two head that way? I want to have a word with Tommy. I see his boat docked down the pier.”
Allen was no longer angry with Tommy for letting them overindulge. However, he wanted to ensure his wife and son didn’t have the same thing Tommy gave him.
“Okay, honey! We’ll be at the bar! WHOOPS!”
A breeze lifted Susan’s skirt, revealing her nakedness. She blushed and pushed it down while enjoying the wolf whistles from the other boaters.
Allen’s cock jumped in his paisley board shorts. His excitement was not so much from seeing his mother’s big ass as enjoying the reaction of the other men to her.
He planned on continuing their incestuous relationship after the weekend. He envisioned him and his mother enjoying a swingers lifestyle.
“Hey! Don’t be showing off the goodies,” Allen said playfully, “somebody may want to sample them!”
“I’ll let them if you want me to,” Susan chortled, blushing.
She glanced back over her shoulder at her husband. He was distracted, looking down the pier at Tommy’s houseboat.
“I wanted your cock in my mouth while your father fucked me!”
“Whose whore are you,” Allen said, running his hand under his mother’s dress. His finger slipped in when he pressed it against her anus.
“Yours, baby! Momma is your whore! She’ll do whatever you ask!”
Allen pulled his finger from his mother’s asshole and offered it to her. “Clean it!”
Susan didn’t hesitate! She took his slimy finger in her mouth and sucked it clean.
“When I said I would do whatever you asked, I meant it! I want you to push me to be the slut you want me to be for you.”
Craig turned around, just missing his wife’s further surrender.
“I need to change! I’ll catch up!”
Allen and Susan exited the boat and walked onto the long pier leading to the beach.
“Come on, Momma! I need a beer!”
Allen wrapped his arm around his mother’s waist with his hand resting on her hip. Their relationship had progressed to the point where they were uncaring of what people on the other boats thought. They were living a fantasy. It might end at the end of the weekend, but they were content with where they were.
They continued past Tommy’s boat to the beach in the distance. The beat of Caribbean steel drum music drifted on the breeze.
“Hello there,” Helen called from the luxury houseboat. “Are you guys going to the beach barbecue?”
“Yes, we are,” Susan replied.
Looking up, she noticed that Helen wore a dress similar to hers and she had no underwear also. Helen didn’t attempt to push her dress down when the breeze lifted it, exposing her even more. She felt a pang of emotion when she noticed Allen staring. She embraced his waist, pulling him closer.
She wasn’t sure if it was a mother’s protective concern or jealousy.
“Wait a minute, and I’ll walk down with you.”
Mother and son waited while she descended the walkway to the pier. Allen enjoyed the view as the breeze caused her skirt to billow around her thighs. He got chubby recalling the quicky they had the other night on their houseboat.
Helen was the first woman other than his mother that he dominated. She caught her daughter and Allen fucking and ordered her daughter to leave. Allen ripped off her bikini bottom, pushed her against the bar, and took her from behind.
“Where’s your husband and your daughter?”
“He’s passed out drunk, and Karen is showering. She’ll catch up with us later.”
Helen didn’t add that she believed her daughter was probably fucking Helen’s boyfriend, Abel. She would have been surprised to know that, actually, her husband was in the shower fucking Karen. She would have been surprised but not outraged. The Kohler family’s moral compass spun aimlessly, unable to choose a direction.
She walked arm in arm down the pier with her new lover. Eating Susan’s pussy was impromptu but satisfying, while Allen’s monster cock and dominating personality were intriguing. She was used to being in charge, yet this handsome eighteen-year-old Black guy had given her a memorable fuck with a monster cock; she wanted more!
For the first time but not the last time, Allen experienced the weirdness of walking with the two women he was fucking.
“As you know, this outing has an adult theme,” Helen noted, “Part of that is allowing nude sunbathing on the other side of this island.”
“That didn’t show on our Itinerary,” Susan said.
“It wouldn’t! The activities in the cove get quite risque! The organizers of the weekend know that it happens but don’t advertise it.”
“What do you say, Momma? Do you want to go get naked?”
“I don’t know, baby! I don’t have the body for nude sunbathing.”
“Nonsense,” Helen said, ” you look as good or better than most women on the beach. It’s the last day. By now, most of the other boaters have either relaxed and are open to more adventures or have gone home.”
“Let’s stop at that beach bar so I can grab a couple of drinks, and then we’ll check out the beach.”
Helen noticed Susan silently consented to her son. She wondered if their relationship was more than what it outwardly appeared. She had limited experience with black people and wasn’t sure of the mores.
At the bar, Susan stepped up to order the drinks. Allen stood behind her with his hands on either side. Helen could have sworn that Susan pressed her big rump against her son’s cock.
Helen felt a rush of arousal, imagining herself in a threesome with a black mother and son. That tryst would top her list of kinky things she did.
“The beach is over that small hill,” Helen said after getting her drink.
“Let’s do it then!”
Allen placed his hand on his mother’s and Helen’s asses and pushed them toward the beach.
Chapter 03
The sun beat down, lending a steamy sauna-like heat to the beach. Allen lay between his mother and Helen with sweat streaming off his body.
“Allen, would you mind putting some suntan lotion on me? I burn easily.”
Allen raised on his elbows. Today was the last day of their weekend trip. He and his mother enjoyed the trip, and both were sure their new relationship would continue when they returned home. However, Allen had an idea for a suitable ending to cement his control of his mother and further expand their D/s relationship.
“Susan, you do it.”
Her eyes widened at the suggestion. Her son and master ordered her to apply the suntan lotion to Helen. She suspected that it wouldn’t stop with that.
She surveyed Helen’s slender body with its pear-shaped behind. She knew she would do whatever Allen wanted. Would he risk asking her to have sex with a woman in public? If he did, she would do it! Her pussy moistened at the thought.
She took a deep breath and squirted lotion on her hands. She leaned over Helen and began lotioning her neck, shoulders, and back.
“Susan, be sure to get my butt cheeks. They don’t get much sun and may burn.”
She squirted the lotion on Helen’s ass and watched it dribble between her ass cheeks and over her coin slot pussy. It looked like cum.
How would it feel to watch her son fuck this White woman and spray his cum over her ass?
She glanced at her son, who was intently watching her.
“Why don’t you help me, baby?”
Allen smiled at his mother. What they were about to do would add a dimension to their burgeoning relationship.
He took the suntan lotion from his mother and poured a large pool in the hollow above Helen’s ass cheeks. He rocked back on his heels as if admiring his work.
“Are you guys going to apply the lotion, or should I expect to cook under this broiling sun?”
Helen looked over her shoulder with an air of anticipation. This mother and son were about to enjoy her body, and she was looking forward to whatever might come. She knew the beach was crowded, and there would be an audience for whatever happened.
She groaned when four hands spread the lotion over her behind. She was grinding her pussy against the blanket when a finger slid into her pussy. It found her G-spot and vigorously stroked it.
“Oh fuck,” she groaned.
Another larger finger entered her anus. She became a wild woman gyrating on her belly, reacting to having her ass and pussy simultaneously fingered.
Susan leaned across Helen’s body. “Kiss me!”
Allen maintained a slow in and out with his finger in Helen’s ass. He leaned across her prone body, and French kissed his mother. They held the kiss for several moments, their tongues dueling. Breathless, they finally broke the kiss. They were uncaring of the other people on the nude beach who witnessed the tableau.
“I want you to fuck her ass while I watch.”
“With all of these people watching?”
“Yes!”
“Momma, I’ll do it if you let her eat your pussy.”
Helen was dimly aware of the conversation Susan and Allen were having. She was riding waves of petite orgasms from being vaginally and anally fingered. The kinkiness of it played into her moral decadence.
“Why don’t you fuck my ass while your mother and I 69?”
Susan stopped fingering Helen’s pussy. She looked at her son, who nodded, giving her permission. She lay on her back on the sand. She glanced around to see other people on the beach watching. She beckoned for the other woman to get on top.
Helen turned head to toe with Susan and buried her face between her plump legs. This wasn’t the first pussy she ate, and it wouldn’t be the last. However, it was the first time with an audience and a Black stud assfucking her.
“You smell like a bitch in heat,” Susan said.
She wrapped her arms around the White woman’s sweaty hips and pulled her pussy down to her face. She had no experience eating pussy, but she knew what she liked. She kissed her pussy like it was a mouth, puckering her lips and forcing her tongue into Helen’s cunt. She probed deeply, wanting to taste her essence.
“I am in heat, you black bitch! The thought of eating you has me dripping in anticipation.”
Susan viscously slapped her ass. “Stop talking and get to eating!”
Allen walked on his knees behind Helen. Other people on the beach were either engaged in their own sex acts or pulled closer to watch the threesome. Some did both; it was turning into an open-air orgy.
“Come closer. I want to stick your dick in her ass.”
Allen straddled his mother’s head, his rigid cock slapping against his belly. Susan pulled it down, briefly took it in her mouth, and sucked it, then lined it up with Helen’s starfish. She pushed on her son’s thighs as she kept his cock lined up.
She watched in awe as Allen’s cock entered Helen’s ass.
“Aww fuck!”
Susan groaned as the biggest cock she ever had entered her ass. She shrank away as the pain/pleasure of him entering her suffused her body.
Allen grabbed her hips and pulled her back as he drove home, burying his tool in her bowels.
“Take this black dick, bitch!”
His balls slapped against her ass as he plowed her pooper. “Can you see, Momma?”
“Baby, your momma got the best seat in the house! I can see her asshole flare out when you pull back and sink in when you thrust in.”
Helen raised her head and slapped Susan’s pussy with her open palm. Susan shrieked as unfamiliar sensations shot through her cunt and body like an electric shock.
“Do it again!”
Helen obliged, slapping her pussy several times in quick succession. Susan orgasmed, her hips frantically pumping. The pain/pleasure of pussy slapping was a new experience. She liked it!
“Here, let me kiss the owie.”
She buried her face between the black cellulite-dimpled thighs and her tongue in the creaming pussy.
The crowd had pulled close. Some made love as they watched; others played with themselves or their partners as they watched the interracial threesome. One woman walked on her knees next to Allen and embraced and kissed him as he anally fucked Helen. He managed to slap her ass before she crawled away.
“I’m going to cum,” Helen gasped.
“Not yet, bitch,” Allen ordered, ” I’ll tell you when you can cum!”
“That’s right, baby. Don’t let the slut cum until you want her to cum.”
His back undulated as he drove his donkey dick deep in her ass. He felt the tingle deep in his balls, signaling his orgasm. He slapped Helen’s ass, leaving a large red handprint.
“Now you can cum! Cum with me!”
Helen frantically rocked back and forth, feeling her orgasm building. She felt his cock swell as he filled her bowels with his seed.
“Don’t you dare stop licking my pussy,” Susan said, “I’m almost there!”
The three of them came together, howling like banshees, their bodies gyrating and thrusting. Susan reached up, pulled her son’s slimy cock from Helen’s ass, and sucked the last drops of his jism into her mouth.
They collapsed into a puppy pile, sated and spent. The audience clapped wildly at the erotic show.
“Can I be next,” asked the woman who had embraced and kissed Allen.
“No,” Susan said, “my SON and I have to go!”
There was a stunned silence then the crowd wildly cheered and applauded.
Chapter 04
Earlier, Craig watched his son, wife, and Helen Kohler walk down the pier toward the bar pavilion. He would catch up with them later. First, he needed to talk to Helen’s husband.
“Hello.”
Craig called out as he walked up the gangplank onto Kohler’s luxurious houseboat. No one answered, but he thought he heard sounds below deck.
“Hello,” he called again as he descended the stairs.
The sounds were coming from the direction of the shower. He paused, unsure of what to do next. He didn’t want to walk in on someone taking a shower, particularly their daughter. That would be awkward.
He had decided to leave and talk to Tommy later when the shower stopped, and Tommy and his daughter stepped into the corridor naked.
“Ooops,” the daughter giggled, her hand against the wall, balancing herself.
“What the fuck are you doing here,” Tommy asked.
He was unsteady on his feet, with one hand on the wall and the other around his naked daughter’s waist.
Craig’s Midwestern values were outraged. It was obvious they had sex. He began backing down the corridor. However, he couldn’t stop staring at the daughter’s nubile body with her large breasts and engorged nipples. Her father’s cock was limp and lying on his nut sack.
“I…uh…I’m sorry! I came to…! That’s alright! I’ll leave now.”
He stumbled backward and sat down hard on the steps.
Karen staggered toward him with a lopsided grin on her face. She glanced down and noticed that despite his obvious discomfiture, his cock was bulging in his shorts.
Aside from the kinkiness of sex with her father, he was a lousy fuck. His cock wasn’t as big as some she had. He came too quickly and was a one-and-done kind of guy. She recalled fucking Allen and wondered if his father’s cock was as big as his son’s.
“Don’t leave! The party is just starting!”
“What the fuck you doing, Karen?”
The combination of alcohol, overindulgence in THC products, and fucking his daughter had Tommy unsteady on his feet. He pulled his hand from the wall and attempted to stop his daughter. Instead, he fell forward on his face.
Karen staggered to where Craig sat stunned, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
“I need to catch up with my wife and son,” he said defensively, crawfishing his way back up the stairs.
Karen dropped to her knees in front of him, untied the drawstring on his shorts, and snatched them down. Craig’s cock popped out as though it were spring-loaded, sticking up like a flagpole.
“Yummy! Just like your son!”
“My son! What are you talking about…! Aww fuck!”
Karen inhaled his cock cutting off his question. Craig half-heartedly pushed at her head. However, as she deep-throated his dick, his ass clenched, and his butt rose off the stairs. Karen bobbed on his cock while stroking his shaft and fondling his balls.
Craig’s hands slipped from her head to her jugs, caressing them. They weren’t as big as his wife’s, but they were firmer, standing up on her chest like traffic cones.
“Karen, what the fuck are you doing?”
Her father crawled over until his head was just below her ass. He sniffed, smelling her building arousal. He raised his hands, inhaled deeply, and kissed his daughter’s pussy.
She stopped sucking Craig but continued stroking his shaft and caressing his balls.
“You like watching your daughter be a slut, don’t you, Daddy? That’s right, lick my pussy while I suck this monster cock. He’s bigger than you, much bigger!”
Tommy lay on his back under his daughter’s pussy, hungrily licking it as she sucked Craig’s cock.
“Move, Daddy, so I can fuck him.”
She turned and positioned herself over Craig’s cock, grimacing as she lowered herself on it. Craig was caught between shock and bliss. He had never experienced anything like this. Her pussy was much tighter than his wife’s.
“We shouldn’t be doing this!”
Even as he spoke, he braced his hands on the stairs and pumped up into Karen’s.
“Stop fucking my daughter!”
Tommy stared at Craig’s cock, stretching his daughter’s pussy. He had seen men fuck his wife but never seen a cock other than his in his daughter’s pussy. It was the most erotic thing he ever saw.
“Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes, Daddy! He’s bigger than you. I can feel him in my belly.”
Tommy lay on his belly on the deck of his houseboat, watching Craig’s black cock sliding in his daughter’s swollen pink cunt lips. For this drug-addled man, it was an amazing sight. Unaware that he was doing it, he crawled closer until he was just below them.
Despite himself, Craig was enjoying fucking the young nympho. Her pussy was tight and talented. She could flex her Kegel muscles so it felt like she was giving him a handjob with her pussy. He gripped her hips, bouncing her up and down on his cock.
“You like fucking me, Mr. Craig? Your son did too”
“You…you fucked my son?”
“It was a quicky. My mother caught us and made him stop.”
“Was she angry,” he gasped.
The conversation was incongruous; he was fucking the daughter while talking about his son fucking her. Craig imagined a scene where Helen screamed at his son for violating her daughter. He dreaded what he believed would be the inevitable embarrassing confrontation.
“No, she fucked him too. Mmm! I love your cock! It fills me like your son’s did.”
Craig settled into a rhythm with his hands braced on the stairs while his hips thrust up, bouncing Karen into the air. Karen was the first woman other than his wife that he had fucked since he got married.
As he pumped his dick into Karen’s pussy, he thought about what she had said. Allen had fucked her and her mother; was it possible that this debauchery had extended to his son and wife.?
He had rejected this out of hand earlier. But, now, hearing about his son’s exploits and recalling watching Karen’s mother eat Susan’s pussy, he had to admit it was a possibility.
After all, he was fucking this nymphette, something he would have never considered before. He looked at the wanton lust on her face as he pounded her. Based on her reaction, he was as good a fuck as his son.
He was startled to feel Tommy’s hot breath on his balls. He was licking his daughter’s pussy as Craig fucked her! In the process, he was also licking Craig’s balls.
Craig’s mind roiled at Tommy’s action. He was beginning to accept that his wife and his son had probably done unimaginable things while on this weekend cruise.
He was no better; he was fucking Tommy and Helen’s daughter Karen. Her arms were around his neck, and her head rested on his shoulder as he fucked her. He might be a cuckold, but he was tearing this young pussy up. She had cum so much that his pubic hair was drenched with her cum.
He was close to cumming. He would show Tommy for drugging his family and turning them into sybarites. He would plant his seed deep in his daughter and make her his.
“Do you want it, you little bitch? Do you want me to cum in you?”
He was surprised at his language’s crudeness. But after all, he heard it first from his wife. Where did she learn it? From their son?
His cock pulsed as he imagined Allen fucking Susan. In his mind’s eye, he could almost see them, hear Susan screaming the coarse language.
“Answer me slut!”
“Yes! Please! Cum in me. Fill my pussy with your sperm. Make it yours!”
Craig felt the string being pulled deep in his balls. While familiar, the intensity of the feeling was off the charts. He going to cum like never before!
Just as he started filling her pussy with his seed, Tommy snatched his cock out of Karen’s pussy and took it in his mouth.
“What the fuck,” Craig exclaimed.
Tommy had bitten off more than he could chew. In his addled state, he had intended to pull Craig’s cock from his pussy, his daughter’s pussy. It was his, and he didn’t want anyone else cumming in it!
However, Craig, like his son, was a heavy cummer. When Tommy pulled his cock from his daughter’s flooded pussy, Craig kept cumming, spraying cum over her ass and Tommy’s face. Desperate to stop it, Tommy took Craig’s cock in his mouth.
Craig kept cumming, filling Tommy’s mouth to overflowing. Cum ran out of the corners of his mouth, down his chin, and dripped on his chest. Tommy dropped Craig’s cock and passed out at the foot of the steps under Karen and Craig, with Craig’s cock dribbling on his face.
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