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The hotel room was blazing with thick sexual heat. Gerald Torrez gazed at the prone female form laying sprawled out naked before him on top of the hotel bed. She was unconscious, but still so very sexy with the glistening sweat of three hours of lustful exertion. A small contented smile was spread across her face and the copious streams of pooled cum across her honey brown lithe skin in the quiet afterglow of her erotic high.
He was extremely proud of the erotic display she had put on for him. She had given herself entirely to the wanton act. His cock grew stiff from the still fresh memory. Throughout the night he had pushed her past her previous limits and she had excelled at it. The amount of times he had used her to satisfy his unearthly urges had not been wholly fair to the others, but he didn't care because she was his. They being there was only a means to an end, to prove to him how far she would submit to his will. He had allowed everyone of them to fuck her ass and pussy in tandem and she had enjoyed every delicious moment of it even while she had done it to please him. Everyone here knew he possessed her fully and the evidence was everywhere around him. The men now were celebrating the end to their wild night. They still were looking at her with the eyes of men who had taken a tiger by its tail only to be broken by the ferocity of its strength.
Gerald loved how well his slut had performed. He could see exhaustion in their faces from rigor of the night spent fucking her. The atmosphere in the room was one of self-congratulation. Every once in awhile they would glance at him and he was sure they had gotten a taste of something that they wanted again. And she could handle it, her appetite for sex hadn't been sated but he would allow her to sleep the night. All of them knew if they had a chance at her again it would only happen with his permission. And with that, each one in the group got dressed, and left without a word.
Gerald once again smiled, though this time it was at the memory at how this turn of events had started, and how he had completely corrupted and sexually defiled his own mother.
He lay down next to her, and without any grace or subtlety pushed his cock into the raw gaping hole of her ass and started pounding into her for what was the seventh time for him in the last few seemingly short hours. The need for him to cum was extraordinary, it was like he hadn't for the longest time, and the taboo fact that he was fucking his own mother had him rabid with lust. He didn't need much stimulation, because her ravaged ass still felt incredibly tight. And with a final thrust he shot three huge streams of his seed into her. He collapsed next to her body. She drew closer up to him and he took her in his arms. Moments later they drifted into sleep together.
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Even before November of last year everything between him and his mother Angela hadn’t been ordinary or average. After his father and Angela's husband Javier left them those many years before there now seemed to be a void between them and neither of them had taken the steps fix. It was now habit to live together and it was a familiar thing that made it easier to deal with the stresses of living with barely enough to get by.
His memories of his childhood were tainted by his resentment from her for not being there for him. Her well used excuse was "I was working". The memory of her missing his high school graduation was especially vivid and caused his anger to swell within him anytime he gave it thought.
Over the course of the years Gerald had gotten absorbed into the world of full time college life while she spent her days tending to and providing for the house. Her career had changed so often over the years and he lost track of what she was doing for money at the moment. Though to her credit the bills were always paid in the end and the little he was able to contribute to rent helped her pay for up keeping the dilapidated house they had lived in for the last eleven years. His living at home was a way for him to save money. Often they went days without saying more than ten words to each other because the odds were high that if they did talk it would turn into an argument about money that left Angela in tears and morose for days afterwards. So he would just say nothing to her. He almost felt they were a married couple, only together because they had survived so much. That was going to change soon, he had vowed the next and final year of school for him he was moving out on his own, and no matter what loyalty he felt to his mother, he had to get out of there.
The one small thing that set it off. It was on a Monday when he had made the mistake of sleeping in half an hour past his normal wakeup that it all changed. Running on empty he still forced himself out of the house and on his way to school in his hoopty hatchback, barely making his way to campus on time having broken every local land speed record. Working pizza delivery has paid off.
It was several hours later, during his studying at the library that he discovered his missing economics book. I must have left it at home. Damn it. No more late nights slacking off. His next class was in an hour, and Professor Bradley was a workhorse when it came to class participation. Which meant he had to make the trip home to get the book and after a rather large growl from his stomach And a sandwich because I’m freaking hungry.
Mentally he did the calculation, he would be able to get home, grab the book, update his Facebook account, fix a quick snack, and make his way back to class with a few minutes to spare if he left right now. Pushing his books into his bag, he stood and walked out of the library to his car. He jumped in and started up the old Volkswagen before deftly maneuvering out the parking lot with simple ease. He was hoping this was good sign. Professor Bradley doesn’t tolerate people being late, or idiots who forget their homework.
After what seemed like an eternity he pulled up to his house. Glancing at his watch, he saw that he'd made it home in twenty minutes, which meant he had a half hour to get back. Hope Mom is home, maybe she can make me a sandwich while I get my work and the book. Her black Mercury was parked in front and he pulled in behind her. Seconds later he was at the door with his key, opening the door, and walking through the doorway, only to find a familiar noises loudly blaring from the family room T.V. That sounds like porn.
The room’s lights were lowered and the definitive moans of a woman wailing in ecstasy, and the pounding of flesh. Gerald, even though he knew the sounds intimately from hours upon hours of internet consumption was still in disbelief. Is that my movie? What the hell is going on? A few more steps into the living room, he could see the small screen playing a movie he knew quiet well. He had put beneath his mattress of his bed the night before. Evil Fuckers 3. The blonde on-screen was forcing a massive dildo into her pussy. He slowly drifted closer to the T.V. His mom had to have found the movie while doing the linen. And now she is waiting for me to come home so she can bitch me out for being a perv and for watching such twisted stuff in her house.
Except that it didn't quite make sense. It was Wednesday, and he always worked until closing on Wednesdays and Fridays, a fact his mother was well aware of. Then what is happening here? And with a glance at the couch, the movie was forgotten.
From the angle he was standing in the foyer landing he could see laying flat on the couch was his mother with her legs stretched open and completely naked. The glare of the T.V. helped illuminate her skin which was glowing in the television's erratic light. A heavy sweat covered her from the erotic exercise of feeding a massive fake cock all the way into her wet cunt over and over. It was obvious she had been at it awhile. His immediate reaction was a powerful hardon. It throbbed when he noticed that another dildo was fully stuffed up her ass. Oh my god, that's fucking hot as hell. My mom is fucking herself like a pornstar.
She hadn't noticed him so far but he couldn't help but stare at her and wasn't thinking about anything except how it was so much better than watching porn. His eyes soaking in her every feature. I know it's wrong and I'm going to hell for what I'm thinking, but it's so damn worth it.
He could tell she was enjoying the masturbation session. Every third time she pushed the dildo inside herself she would stop and pinch hard on her nipples and bite her lip as she did so. If she doesn't stop I think I might cum right here, right now.
On-screen a big burly old black guy walked in and then ripped the toy out of the blonde's pussy, then in one motion picked her up and turned her around, tossing her like she was a ragdoll onto her knees and then roughly positioned her ass and pussy lips for his inspection. Her pinkness was well lubed with her juices and she was already loose from using the toy, and he wasted no time in sinking his massive fourteen inch monster into her in one unmerciful stroke. The screams of pain from the movie were loud and very arousing for Gerald. For some unknown reason the scene was one of his favorites from the movie. Though seeing his mother totally engrossed in the sadistic rape happening on the DVD, was also a huge turn-on for him.
Up till then he hadn't touched himself and the urge was getting harder to ignore every second he stood there. Her long curly beautiful mane of raven black shoulder length hair. And those perfect breasts of hers. Magnificent double H's. Large and very dark areolas capped with fat nipples that he could imagine keeping his hands and mouth busy with. They were the largest he had seen on a woman. And if perfection couldn't get any better her delectable bronze skin was coupled with her busty and generous Latina curves. Her eyes were large and magnetic and in her present state very much the bedroom eyes of a lover and not his mother. She was a wet dream come true for him. He resisted the immense urge to touch himself
His conscious was not caring she was his mother or that what he was starting to imagine doing to her was incest. Even so, he did not think it was good idea for her to see him, and his instinct told him that he might need to get out of there. Though the idea that he needed to preserve the moment passed through his head, and he pulled out his phone and walked back to where had been standing previously. And with the touch of a button he was recording her with HD clarity. Capturing her on video was the most exciting thing he had ever done, he was hyped with the thrill of looking at her as she was totally lost in her erotic moment.
The man onscreen was smacking the crap out of the woman with his cockhead before forcing it down her throat, prodding it all the way until her face started turning a purplish hue and her eyes were watering from the severe abuse. His mother had increased her use of her toys. And then with a jolt she shifted around and was on her knees in the doggie position facing the T.V. Being on edge as much as he was he jumped back nearly two feet. The distance put him further foyer in the foyer and out of immediate line of sight. He put his phone away. Maybe I should get going. He then heard her voice very faint over the clamor of the movie. "Fuck me hard, motherfucker. I need it. Fuck this horny bitch." She was repeating it as she pleasured herself harshly with both thick black monstrous dildos. Her attention was transfixed by the film. The man was choking the blonde as he pistoned in and out her heart-shaped ass. She was moaning at the abuse she was taking at his hands. This seemed to trigger movement in his mother, and he realized she was having powerful orgasm that had her body wildly convulsing as she rode the peak of her pleasure and screamed obscenity after obscenity. Seeing her grind herself to a screeching climax was so nasty and perverted that he couldn’t hold back anymore and his hardness lurched cruelly in the confines of his pants and with a grunt he shot a messy wad into his boxer briefs.
For a short time he was dazed by the incredible feeling of one of the strongest orgasms of his short life. He stood there while his thoughts gathered and his mind recovered. And once he regained his senses it dawned on him that he might have made enough noise to draw her attention. He looked at her and then at the video still recording on the phone. He stopped it and took notice of the phone’s clock and saw that he had ten minutes before his class started. though all desire to attend school had left him. If I want to watch that again I better get out of here
As he made his way upstairs to his room to cleanup and change clothes the intense images of her acting like a brazen slut wouldn't stop replaying in his mind. I haven't seen or felt anything like that before. His body had never felt such a surge and already he wanted more. The black-hearted germ of an idea was forming in his head. I wonder what she would do if she found my copy of Fucksluts And Bitches Extreme next time.
There had been a line crossed today and he wasn't sure what it was,. He just knew that to take it to the next level he would need to figure out a plan of action, and to do that he'd need some to give some major thought to what he truly wanted.
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Decides not only is he going to fuck her but is going to own her outright. He comes up with a plan to put her under his control and sexually corrupt her to the limit.
Hacks her phone and starts invading her life. Ends her relationships with her boyfriend, her best friend, and mother. And then destroys her Catholic faith.
Destroys her reliance on the outside world and ingratiates himself as her only friend and trusted confidant.
Gets her drunk regularly and over the course of months he dwindles her resistance to his flirtations and advances he makes on her. Constantly upping his boldness yet taking his time to build tension between them but always leaves her wanting more. Their first time out he takes her to a local drive-in and shows her a good time. He makes no moves other than holding her hand. He is doing this to draw her out and make her act out on her urges without him forcing her to do anything. By the time he makes any move she is putty in his hands.
Takes her on a two week vacation, only its not Florida like he is promising her, its a small ghost town. After arriving in the deserted town he jails her and drugs her. Over the next week he uses every toy imaginable on her while forcing her to watch porn nonstop.
Destroy the boundaries of their relationship. Eliminating her ability to look at him as her son and solidly establish her reliance on him as the only lover able to satisfy her needs.
Exposing her to more and more depraved sex, and increases the extremes of porn they watch together. Letting her have no escape.
Introduces her to life as his slave
Takes her to a college initiation and has her gang banged.
Over the course of the next year has her get heavy body modifications and tattoos.
Has her trolling the airports and bars for a sugardaddy and potential husbands so she can get their money.
He was extremely proud of the erotic display she had put on for him. She had given herself entirely to the wanton act. His cock grew stiff from the still fresh memory. Throughout the night he had pushed her past her previous limits and she had excelled at it. The amount of times he had used her to satisfy his unearthly urges had not been wholly fair to the others, but he didn't care because she was his. They being there was only a means to an end, to prove to him how far she would submit to his will. He had allowed everyone of them to fuck her ass and pussy in tandem and she had enjoyed every delicious moment of it even while she had done it to please him. Everyone here knew he possessed her fully and the evidence was everywhere around him. The men now were celebrating the end to their wild night. They still were looking at her with the eyes of men who had taken a tiger by its tail only to be broken by the ferocity of its strength.
Gerald loved how well his slut had performed. He could see exhaustion in their faces from rigor of the night spent fucking her. The atmosphere in the room was one of self-congratulation. Every once in awhile they would glance at him and he was sure they had gotten a taste of something that they wanted again. And she could handle it, her appetite for sex hadn't been sated but he would allow her to sleep the night. All of them knew if they had a chance at her again it would only happen with his permission. And with that, each one in the group got dressed, and left without a word.
Gerald once again smiled, though this time it was at the memory at how this turn of events had started, and how he had completely corrupted and sexually defiled his own mother.
He lay down next to her, and without any grace or subtlety pushed his cock into the raw gaping hole of her ass and started pounding into her for what was the seventh time for him in the last few seemingly short hours. The need for him to cum was extraordinary, it was like he hadn't for the longest time, and the taboo fact that he was fucking his own mother had him rabid with lust. He didn't need much stimulation, because her ravaged ass still felt incredibly tight. And with a final thrust he shot three huge streams of his seed into her. He collapsed next to her body. She drew closer up to him and he took her in his arms. Moments later they drifted into sleep together.
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Even before November of last year everything between him and his mother Angela hadn’t been ordinary or average. After his father and Angela's husband Javier left them those many years before there now seemed to be a void between them and neither of them had taken the steps fix. It was now habit to live together and it was a familiar thing that made it easier to deal with the stresses of living with barely enough to get by.
His memories of his childhood were tainted by his resentment from her for not being there for him. Her well used excuse was "I was working". The memory of her missing his high school graduation was especially vivid and caused his anger to swell within him anytime he gave it thought.
Over the course of the years Gerald had gotten absorbed into the world of full time college life while she spent her days tending to and providing for the house. Her career had changed so often over the years and he lost track of what she was doing for money at the moment. Though to her credit the bills were always paid in the end and the little he was able to contribute to rent helped her pay for up keeping the dilapidated house they had lived in for the last eleven years. His living at home was a way for him to save money. Often they went days without saying more than ten words to each other because the odds were high that if they did talk it would turn into an argument about money that left Angela in tears and morose for days afterwards. So he would just say nothing to her. He almost felt they were a married couple, only together because they had survived so much. That was going to change soon, he had vowed the next and final year of school for him he was moving out on his own, and no matter what loyalty he felt to his mother, he had to get out of there.
The one small thing that set it off. It was on a Monday when he had made the mistake of sleeping in half an hour past his normal wakeup that it all changed. Running on empty he still forced himself out of the house and on his way to school in his hoopty hatchback, barely making his way to campus on time having broken every local land speed record. Working pizza delivery has paid off.
It was several hours later, during his studying at the library that he discovered his missing economics book. I must have left it at home. Damn it. No more late nights slacking off. His next class was in an hour, and Professor Bradley was a workhorse when it came to class participation. Which meant he had to make the trip home to get the book and after a rather large growl from his stomach And a sandwich because I’m freaking hungry.
Mentally he did the calculation, he would be able to get home, grab the book, update his Facebook account, fix a quick snack, and make his way back to class with a few minutes to spare if he left right now. Pushing his books into his bag, he stood and walked out of the library to his car. He jumped in and started up the old Volkswagen before deftly maneuvering out the parking lot with simple ease. He was hoping this was good sign. Professor Bradley doesn’t tolerate people being late, or idiots who forget their homework.
After what seemed like an eternity he pulled up to his house. Glancing at his watch, he saw that he'd made it home in twenty minutes, which meant he had a half hour to get back. Hope Mom is home, maybe she can make me a sandwich while I get my work and the book. Her black Mercury was parked in front and he pulled in behind her. Seconds later he was at the door with his key, opening the door, and walking through the doorway, only to find a familiar noises loudly blaring from the family room T.V. That sounds like porn.
The room’s lights were lowered and the definitive moans of a woman wailing in ecstasy, and the pounding of flesh. Gerald, even though he knew the sounds intimately from hours upon hours of internet consumption was still in disbelief. Is that my movie? What the hell is going on? A few more steps into the living room, he could see the small screen playing a movie he knew quiet well. He had put beneath his mattress of his bed the night before. Evil Fuckers 3. The blonde on-screen was forcing a massive dildo into her pussy. He slowly drifted closer to the T.V. His mom had to have found the movie while doing the linen. And now she is waiting for me to come home so she can bitch me out for being a perv and for watching such twisted stuff in her house.
Except that it didn't quite make sense. It was Wednesday, and he always worked until closing on Wednesdays and Fridays, a fact his mother was well aware of. Then what is happening here? And with a glance at the couch, the movie was forgotten.
From the angle he was standing in the foyer landing he could see laying flat on the couch was his mother with her legs stretched open and completely naked. The glare of the T.V. helped illuminate her skin which was glowing in the television's erratic light. A heavy sweat covered her from the erotic exercise of feeding a massive fake cock all the way into her wet cunt over and over. It was obvious she had been at it awhile. His immediate reaction was a powerful hardon. It throbbed when he noticed that another dildo was fully stuffed up her ass. Oh my god, that's fucking hot as hell. My mom is fucking herself like a pornstar.
She hadn't noticed him so far but he couldn't help but stare at her and wasn't thinking about anything except how it was so much better than watching porn. His eyes soaking in her every feature. I know it's wrong and I'm going to hell for what I'm thinking, but it's so damn worth it.
He could tell she was enjoying the masturbation session. Every third time she pushed the dildo inside herself she would stop and pinch hard on her nipples and bite her lip as she did so. If she doesn't stop I think I might cum right here, right now.
On-screen a big burly old black guy walked in and then ripped the toy out of the blonde's pussy, then in one motion picked her up and turned her around, tossing her like she was a ragdoll onto her knees and then roughly positioned her ass and pussy lips for his inspection. Her pinkness was well lubed with her juices and she was already loose from using the toy, and he wasted no time in sinking his massive fourteen inch monster into her in one unmerciful stroke. The screams of pain from the movie were loud and very arousing for Gerald. For some unknown reason the scene was one of his favorites from the movie. Though seeing his mother totally engrossed in the sadistic rape happening on the DVD, was also a huge turn-on for him.
Up till then he hadn't touched himself and the urge was getting harder to ignore every second he stood there. Her long curly beautiful mane of raven black shoulder length hair. And those perfect breasts of hers. Magnificent double H's. Large and very dark areolas capped with fat nipples that he could imagine keeping his hands and mouth busy with. They were the largest he had seen on a woman. And if perfection couldn't get any better her delectable bronze skin was coupled with her busty and generous Latina curves. Her eyes were large and magnetic and in her present state very much the bedroom eyes of a lover and not his mother. She was a wet dream come true for him. He resisted the immense urge to touch himself
His conscious was not caring she was his mother or that what he was starting to imagine doing to her was incest. Even so, he did not think it was good idea for her to see him, and his instinct told him that he might need to get out of there. Though the idea that he needed to preserve the moment passed through his head, and he pulled out his phone and walked back to where had been standing previously. And with the touch of a button he was recording her with HD clarity. Capturing her on video was the most exciting thing he had ever done, he was hyped with the thrill of looking at her as she was totally lost in her erotic moment.
The man onscreen was smacking the crap out of the woman with his cockhead before forcing it down her throat, prodding it all the way until her face started turning a purplish hue and her eyes were watering from the severe abuse. His mother had increased her use of her toys. And then with a jolt she shifted around and was on her knees in the doggie position facing the T.V. Being on edge as much as he was he jumped back nearly two feet. The distance put him further foyer in the foyer and out of immediate line of sight. He put his phone away. Maybe I should get going. He then heard her voice very faint over the clamor of the movie. "Fuck me hard, motherfucker. I need it. Fuck this horny bitch." She was repeating it as she pleasured herself harshly with both thick black monstrous dildos. Her attention was transfixed by the film. The man was choking the blonde as he pistoned in and out her heart-shaped ass. She was moaning at the abuse she was taking at his hands. This seemed to trigger movement in his mother, and he realized she was having powerful orgasm that had her body wildly convulsing as she rode the peak of her pleasure and screamed obscenity after obscenity. Seeing her grind herself to a screeching climax was so nasty and perverted that he couldn’t hold back anymore and his hardness lurched cruelly in the confines of his pants and with a grunt he shot a messy wad into his boxer briefs.
For a short time he was dazed by the incredible feeling of one of the strongest orgasms of his short life. He stood there while his thoughts gathered and his mind recovered. And once he regained his senses it dawned on him that he might have made enough noise to draw her attention. He looked at her and then at the video still recording on the phone. He stopped it and took notice of the phone’s clock and saw that he had ten minutes before his class started. though all desire to attend school had left him. If I want to watch that again I better get out of here
As he made his way upstairs to his room to cleanup and change clothes the intense images of her acting like a brazen slut wouldn't stop replaying in his mind. I haven't seen or felt anything like that before. His body had never felt such a surge and already he wanted more. The black-hearted germ of an idea was forming in his head. I wonder what she would do if she found my copy of Fucksluts And Bitches Extreme next time.
There had been a line crossed today and he wasn't sure what it was,. He just knew that to take it to the next level he would need to figure out a plan of action, and to do that he'd need some to give some major thought to what he truly wanted.
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Decides not only is he going to fuck her but is going to own her outright. He comes up with a plan to put her under his control and sexually corrupt her to the limit.
Hacks her phone and starts invading her life. Ends her relationships with her boyfriend, her best friend, and mother. And then destroys her Catholic faith.
Destroys her reliance on the outside world and ingratiates himself as her only friend and trusted confidant.
Gets her drunk regularly and over the course of months he dwindles her resistance to his flirtations and advances he makes on her. Constantly upping his boldness yet taking his time to build tension between them but always leaves her wanting more. Their first time out he takes her to a local drive-in and shows her a good time. He makes no moves other than holding her hand. He is doing this to draw her out and make her act out on her urges without him forcing her to do anything. By the time he makes any move she is putty in his hands.
Takes her on a two week vacation, only its not Florida like he is promising her, its a small ghost town. After arriving in the deserted town he jails her and drugs her. Over the next week he uses every toy imaginable on her while forcing her to watch porn nonstop.
Destroy the boundaries of their relationship. Eliminating her ability to look at him as her son and solidly establish her reliance on him as the only lover able to satisfy her needs.
Exposing her to more and more depraved sex, and increases the extremes of porn they watch together. Letting her have no escape.
Introduces her to life as his slave
Takes her to a college initiation and has her gang banged.
Over the course of the next year has her get heavy body modifications and tattoos.
Has her trolling the airports and bars for a sugardaddy and potential husbands so she can get their money.
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