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I did exactly what he said, draping myself over the couch arm, my tits pressing into the cushions and my ass up high. I reached back spreading my cheeks showing him my cum filled pussy. “Look at what you did to me. Your son’s wife is all sloppy and ready for more of your dick. Fuck me deep this time. I want to feel you hit the bottom and make me scream.” My clit pulsed waiting for him and I wiggled my hips back inviting him in. The taboo of it all hit me hard. My husband's dad was about to pound me again right where we watched movies together.

I love the feeling of being used, of my mouth being nothing but a hole for his pleasure. Suddenly, a sharp ringtone cuts through the air. Tristan groans in frustration, his hips stilling for a split second. He doesn’t pull out, though. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand, checking the screen. I glance up; the name "Valeria" flashes on the display. My mother. He looks down at me, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He shushes me, placing a finger over his mouth, then taps the button to answer.

I came silently once, thighs trembling, smiling at Mom when she asked if the food was okay. The afternoon brought the closest call yet. Our parents decided to watch an old family photo album in the living room. Damien and I sat on the loveseat, a blanket over our laps. His hand stayed busy the entire time, fingers slowly fucking my pussy, thumb pressing the base of the plug, occasionally circling my clit. I came three times during the hour, biting my lip bloody, body shaking under the blanket while Mom pointed out childhood pictures of us together. The taboo of it all, looking at innocent photos of us as kids while my stepbrother fingered my pregnant cunt, pushed me into a headspace of pure

I literally felt so fulfilled. After a moment, Aunt was laying her back against the headboard; I was laying my back against her while her husband, still on the floor, on his feet, rubbing his cock, putting lube on it. I imagined he didn't like struggling. It was in this moment, when my aunt was kissing my back, holding me in place, almost as if I were about to run or something, that she was whispering in my ears that I should take her husband's cock in my wet teen pussy, did I believe that taboo sex was really happening in this world, not just staged in p**n.

" he growled. Before I could blink, he raised his both palms up and pressed them on my boobs, squeezing it so tightly. I finally let out a low whimper. His eyes suddenly darkened. Did I just do something wrong? I mean this is my mum's husband I shouldn't be enjoying this. This was what they called taboo in that video wasn't it? "Still enjoying it, little monster?" Rick whispered, as he squeezed tighter. His eyes wide with an expression I couldn't even read.

"Mom, I know I messed up! I went crazy and let Mona mess with my head. She convinced me you were out to ruin them, so I left with her... But I get it now, I was so wrong. Please, forgive me!" Wow. He really had an excuse ready for everything. Suppressing a laugh, I just smirked. "So, what finally got you to snap out of it?" Henry's face twisted, something dark flashing in his eyes. "That woman... she's nuts! "She only got close to me because my kidneys were a match for her daughter, who has renal failure! "She acted all sweet to get me to donate one. And when I refused, she had me kidnapped to take it by force!"

It caught the big mirror across the room, reflecting my flushed, lost face with my mouth open in shock and pleasure, while a broad-shouldered, shirtless man thrust into me from behind. Mom froze. Her breath hitched hard, all the color draining from her face as she stared at the screen. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t look away as the video kept going, showing the dark familiar hair on the man’s shoulders, the deep gravelly growl of his voice on the recording, and that obvious bruise on my neck. Outside by the water, Dad’s loud laugh carried over the crashing waves, followed by David’s calm deep voice calling to the boat captain. Inside, Mom slowly lifted her head, staring toward the empty hallwa

' "I pulled off his shorts. He's not quite as big as you, but he is forbidden fruit. I lay on my son's bed and spread my legs. 'Fuck your mother son. Your mom wants your cock.' "Dan, it was amazing. Yes, the taboo, the wrongness made it so much hotter, but Travis is a good lover. Not skilled, but sensitive. He moved over me, held me in his arms as I felt my son's erect penis, touch my wet vagina. He kissed me like a lover, nearly came just from that. Then he whispers, 'I love you mom, are you sure?' "I moaned, 'Yes, baby. Stick it in me, please.'

Following the details in the email, she took a cab to a hotel. It happened to be the day of Dad's company's celebration banquet, which was also a welcome party for the new female supervisor. Amid the lively atmosphere, Mom barged in unexpectedly. Without a word, she slapped the female supervisor across the face as Dad was raising his glass for a toast. The crisp sound of the slap echoed through the room, leaving everyone frozen in shock. "You whore! I knew it! You're trying to seduce my husband!" Her voice exploded through the room as she reached out to grab the woman's hair, all while hurling obscene accusations.

"She'll come back. She won't leave me behind." I knew that Mom was in denial and refused to face reality. It wasn't that she couldn't accept that I was gone. What she couldn't bring herself to do was admit that she was wrong. She refused to accept that she had killed her own daughter because she prioritized her reputation above all else and was obsessed with avoiding ridicule.