All Chapters of THE ART OF SINS: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

**Chapter 2** The rest of the evening was pure torture. I sat across from Sophie at the dinner table acting normal while Jake told his stories and laughed loud like always. But under the table Sophie’s bare foot kept brushing against my leg. Every time her toes touched me my cock twitched. She would not look at me directly but her cheeks stayed flushed the whole time. After dinner people started leaving. Jake had drunk a few beers too many and was half asleep on the couch watching a game. Sophie walked me to the door like a good hostess. The hallway was dark and quiet. The moment we were alone I pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard. She kissed me back like she was drowning. Her tongue tangled with mine and her hands grabbed my shirt. I slid my hand up her thigh under the sundress and found her panties still soaked from earlier. “Alex… Jake is right there,” she whispered against my mouth. But her legs opened wider for my fingers. “I know,” I said. I pushed her panties

**Chapter 4** The tension had been building for weeks. Every time I fucked Sophie I went harder, deeper, and riskier. Jake was starting to suspect something but he could never put his finger on it. That only made it sweeter. Sophie had become completely addicted. She texted me dirty pictures while Jake was in the same room. She wore the plug I gave her every single day so my cum from the morning would stay inside her until night. This Friday everything came to a head. Jake had to go out of town for a work conference. He left early in the morning and would not be back until Sunday night. That gave us almost three full days alone in his house. Sophie did not even wait for his car to leave the street. The second the garage door closed she ran to me naked and jumped into my arms. I carried her straight to their marital bed and threw her down. I spread her legs wide and buried my face in her pussy. I ate her like a man who had been starving for months. Long slow licks mixed with hard s

**Chapter 2** The next evening I could barely focus in class. Professor Kane stood at the front lecturing about desire and forbidden pleasure in literature but his eyes kept finding mine. Every time our gazes locked my pussy throbbed. I sat there with my legs pressed together feeling how wet my panties already were. When class ended he gave me a small nod toward his office. No words. Just that quiet command. I waited ten minutes then walked to his office with my heart racing. The door was slightly open. I stepped inside and closed it behind me. He was already sitting in his chair watching me. “Lock it,” he said. I turned the lock. The click sounded loud in the quiet room. “Come here Emma. Stand in front of the desk.” I walked over slowly. My short dress felt too tight and too short. He leaned back in his chair and looked me up and down like he owned me already. “Lift the dress. Show me what you wore for me today.” My hands shook a little as I pulled the hem up to my

**Chapter 1** The house had been too quiet since Dad died. Two years had passed but Mom still moved around like a ghost. She was forty-three now and still beautiful in that soft way that made men look twice. Full breasts, wide hips, and long dark hair she usually kept in a loose bun. I caught her crying sometimes when she thought no one was watching. Lonely. Touch-starved. Lost. I was twenty-one and had been watching her more and more. Not like a son should. I noticed the way her nightgown clung to her body when she came down for water late at night. The way her nipples pressed against the thin fabric. The soft curve of her ass when she bent over to load the dishwasher. I told myself it was wrong but my cock did not listen. It got hard every single time. Tonight was one of those nights. I could not sleep. I went downstairs around one in the morning and found her in the living room. She sat on the couch in her favorite silk nightgown drinking a glass of wine. The television was off

: **Chapter 3** Three weeks had passed since that first night on the couch and Mom had changed completely. The lonely widow who used to cry in the shower was gone. In her place was a woman who craved her own son’s cock like air. She texted me dirty messages during the day while I was at college. Pictures of her wet pussy in the bathroom at work. Videos of her fingering herself in the car whispering my name. Every night she waited for me like a good little toy. This morning I woke up to her mouth around my cock. She had pulled the blanket down and was sucking me slowly under the sheets. Her warm wet tongue swirled around the head while her hand stroked the shaft. I groaned and put my hand on the back of her head guiding her deeper. Mom looked up at me with those hungry eyes as she took more of my thick cock into her throat. She had gotten so much better so fast. She gagged a little but kept going until her nose pressed against my stomach. “Fuck Mom… you suck cock so good now,” I