07 The Masters Bedroom

Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.

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7. The Master's bedroom

I, as it happened, was not home. Well, not as far as Mom and Jordan were concerned.

I had been several places that evening, including even being seated on the other side of their restaurant, taking a few long range photos of Mom and Jordan in heat, particularly when she was kissing him after the birthday cake.

Little did Mom know that the real birthday cake was waiting for them at home. I had preempted perfectly Mom's offering of the Master suite to Jordan.

After they entered, it was clear there was one thought on their minds. They checked my room, found it empty, no one in the lounge...Mom was pawing at Jordan, stroking his body everywhere. I'd never thought I'd imagine her this way, but she was exactly like a bitch in heat.

Shortly after, they found a note on the coffee table directing both of them in the direction of the Master bedroom. They looked at each other. Mom was incredulous, and hopeful. She looked up at Jordan with anticipation. He turned to her, and she reached up and kissed him soundly on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. I was watching all this live from my strategically located digital cameras.

They moved down the corridor, and found Mom's room lit up like a studio. In addition to the lights, there was an extra floor-to-ceiling mirror against the feature wall, so there were reflections from almost every side and corner of the room, including the exterior glass door.

There was a camera focused squarely on the bed, and also an empty tripod with a spring-load clamp on the other side. Janice's confusion upon entering the room told Jordan that she was not behind this.

"I...Did Sasha arrange this?" she turned to Jordan.

"Wasn't me," he smiled.

"Oh my!"

Mom put both her hands to her head, then stretched, like people do when they're nervous, arching her back and sticking her huge boobs out.

"Do you really think we can have this to ourselves tonight?" she continued.

I was loving the suspense, and the sexual tension. The fact was, yes, I

was

jealous. Watching Mom kiss Jordan, seeing how stunned he was at her amazing voluptuous figure. They wanted each other. The only thing holding them off was the question of what I was up to, and what I would allow.

I put them out of their misery. Mom suddenly jerked her head as her phone began buzzing. She seemed so relieved as she picked it up.

"Oh, hello, Sweetie! Thank you so much for letting me go to dinner with Jordan!...Yes, yes, we did have a lovely time. Thank you...What have you done in the bedroom?

...Oh, Darling, please don't keep me in suspense...I..."

Mom went very red, all of a sudden.

"Oh...You saw all that? Oh, My. I'm so sorry."

She went silent, as I revealed to her that I had enjoyed watching her kiss and feel up my boyfriend under the guise of being his wife.

"Where are you, Sweetie? Are you here?"

I kept her in suspense, then started with a request.

"Mom, I want you to put your phone on the camera stand next to the bed."

"OK, Darling, let me figure out how to do it. Oh, well Jordan's here. Could you help me, Jordan?"

The phone was duly placed on the stand, and I directed them to stand in front of it together. Jordan was sheepish as he sat on the bed beside Mom. They were both a bit flushed. I pressed 'record' on the call, and on my other cameras I was controlling remotely.

"What do you want to do now, Mommy?" I asked.

Mom was turning her head left, and right, in despair, searching for answers. She couldn't possibly say what she wanted to, to her daughter.

"You can do whatever you want to tonight, but you have to tell me what you want, first."

"Oh, Sweetie...Please don't torture me like this!" Mom wailed.

"Then tell me."

She was snuggled up to Jordan, and he had his arm around her, protectively.

"I...I want him...I want Jordan."

"What do you want to do with him, Mom?"

"I want to give my body to him. I want him to have all of me."

Then I started on Jordan.

"Jordan? What do you want?"

"Aahh, I want what your Mom wants."

"What is that?"

"I wanna give it to her."

"Give what to her, Jordan? I need to hear all the words."

"Um...I wanna fuck your Mom, and cum inside her."

Mom went as red as a tomato at Jordan's description. She turned to him with pure devotion, and began to rub his abdomen, kissing the top of his arm through his shirt.

"Both of you kneel on the bed."

They rearranged themselves, so they were facing each other. I could tell their hearts were racing, as they thought they might finally be allowed to unleash the full force of their carnal desire upon each other.

"Mommy, I want to hear you telling Jordan your feelings about him, and what you want him to do to you."

She looked back to me in the camera, anxious, biting her bottom lip. She was so ashamed.

"I'm sorry, Sweetie," she said to me in a mournful voice.

"What for?"

She ignored this, and turned to Jordan.

"Jordan, Darling, I love you and I want you to have me as your own. I want you to dominate me like I'm your wife or you maid servant. My whole body is for your bidding tonight."

This was like a set of x-rated wedding vows. I was touching myself, and struggling to hold my phone still.

She continued.

"Please put your manly organ in me, and thrust inside me until you ejaculate in my insides."

She was doing her best to use what she knew of descriptive language, and flushed at revealing her innermost desires to Jordan.

"Now show him what you've got Mommy. Take your top off."

She nodded, still facing Jordan, and slowly unencased her enormous bosom from her dress. Her bra was black lace, holding her round cannons in front of her. She took his hands and placed them on her boobs, and Jordan looked in shock as he grabbed two handfuls of flesh. She fell towards him in the same action, and their mouths locked, for the first time, their longing tongues allowed to flash at each other's mouths.

They broke apart, breathing hard. He helped her unclip her bra, and it fell slowly before her onto the bed. She gazed up at him anxiously, nervous and hopeful that he would find her acceptable. She was biting her bottom lip hard.

"What do you want to ask him now?"

Mom turned back to the camera again, and returned to Jordan, arching her back to press her chest out, as if her huge tits needed any embellishment.

"Am I pretty enough for you, Jordan?" she asked.

Jordan couldn't answer at first.

"I...you're amazing..."

He took Mom, and helped her onto all fours, so her enormous chest was swaying in front of her above the sheets. She scooped what she could up in one arm and offered it forward to him, nodding at the same time.

He extended his hands and held her two giant melons, now unleashed from their covering, and they both groaned together.

"Oh Jordan! Jordan!" Mom panted.

He planted her back down on her haunches, and had her hold her boobs out in front of her, as he unzipped his trousers. He dropped them, and his throbbing erection sprang out, released from its cloth cage. They were both in heat, desperate for each other.

"Take his cock in your hand, Mommy," I directed.

She did, nodding each time I gave her an instruction. She took his balls in her other hand, juggling the big sweaty eggs and feeling his whispy hair between her fingers. She looked into his eyes, her mouth wide open as she tugged on his thick member and his ample ball sack.

"Suck my cock, Janice," Jordan exhaled, finally bold enough to give her directions.

"Yes, Master," she breathed into his face, before melting onto the duvet.

He breasts dangling in front of her, and came to rest on the sheets as she approached the bulbous head of his dick. This was the first time in all her forty-five years that a penis had been this close to her mouth. She gazed at the throbbing red cock in front of her, looked up at its owner, who took her cheek in his hand and guided her mouth to its destination, where she sank her luscious lips around his cock.

She extended her tongue as far underneath the length of his length as she could, while the throbbing girth filled the rest of her wet mouth. She struggled and gagged as Jordan's hips bucked from the pleasure sensations, her tongue massaging his organ. She wanted to pull out, it was so thick. But she couldn't possibly. It was making her so wet, this submission and loss of control. Her new lover began, with a fistful of her hair, to slowly guide her up and down his manhood.

"Good girl, Baby," Jordan continued with the sexy talk without any prodding required.

"Are you going to take my cock?" he asked Mom.

"Mmm, hmmmm...hmmph!" was all she could reply, indicating her compliance.

He continued sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, while supporting and guiding her chin with one hand, the other resting on her head to show his dominance. Then, he removed her face, and spun her around so that she was facing the mirror ahead of her, and looking straight down the barrel of my camera.

Mom's legs were wobbly already, her pussy was so wet that she was inadvertently closing them so as not to spoil the duvet. She turned around, with her anxious and hopeful expression on full display for Jordan.

"Oh, yes, Jordan, Darling! Yes!" She nodded at him.

"Yes what, Mommy? Tell him what you want him to do now." By now I had two fingers in my own pussy, and was heaving and breathing heavily as I looked on.

She was still looking directly into his eyes.

"Jordan, my Love?"

"Yes?"

"Please take me...please give it to me..."

"Say the 'F' word, Mommy. I need to hear it."

She blushed furiously. She had not said that word under any circumstances since she was a little girl. Having illicit sex was easier than that. Her entire religious background and moral compass was being shaken and spun into a spiral of instability.

"Jordan?"

"Yes, Janice...I wanna hear you say it."

"Please will you fu..fu...Please will you fuck me?" A huge exhalation accompanied the phrase, as she repeated the word that was her final frontier of submission.

"I can't hear you, Mommy," I replied.

"JORDAN!" She suddenly cried out in a powerful voice. "FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEE! FUCK YOUR BITCH!"

It was so amazing to hear those words from Mom's lips. A woman who had never said a swear word in her life, had abased herself to the point of total surrender to her daughter and new lover. I was dripping wet at hearing the words.

By the time I looked back, Jordan's throbbing red cock had already penetrated Mom's muff.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh," she exhaled, her head lolling about at her first sexual activity in many months.

She began heaving forward, her large frame and enormous boobs swaying with each thrust that he made.

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Janice had not felt so completely given for months. No, years. The feeling of Jordan's thick rod sliding in and out of her vaginal cavity and thrusting her forward with each motion made her totally surrender to his dominion. She would be his as long as Sasha allowed, and do whatever he commanded.

"Oh, Jordan! Oh, Darling, Yes! Yes!"

"Look at me, Baby," Jordan commanded.

Janice immediately attempted to turn her huge torso around to see him, and show him her gratitude. She couldn't quite make it, due to her huge rack.

"Use the mirrors," he directed, and she swiveled back to her position, find whichever mirror he was looking into, and peering straight into his eyes, attentive for any directives he had for her. Jordan started switching his view to another mirror, and she immediately followed. Then back, and she, too. It was so erotic, seeing her total devotion to him.

"What am I doing to you, Janice?"

"Oh, Jordan, you're FUCKING ME!" She was right into playing her role now, both for Jordan and me. "You're fucking me with your giant cock, and I'm so grateful!"

"Good girl." She

loved

hearing that. Turning her into a little helpless female was everything she wanted in that moment.

"Please keep fucking me, Jordan."

"Are you going to be an obedient girl?"

"Oh, yes, I will!" she replied breathily, instantly, "I'll do

exactly

what you tell me to do, Jordan!"

"Are you going to come to me when I call you?"

"Yes, Darling, I'll come straight away whenever you call me."

She was feeling so dirty, and loving it. Her insides were a ball of warm orgasmic emotion, and his cock was rubbing up against her with enough friction that she could press against it and stimulate herself. It was getting hotter...and hotter. Her arms seemed to be getting weaker, her huge sweaty tits now needing to rest on the bed sheets in front of her.

Jordan was breathing heavily, he didn't have long to go. He moved his left hand around and took hold of Janice's enormous jiggling tit, and took as much of her hair as he could with his right, riding her like a bucking bronco. The frictional contact with his cock was building her to a crescendo, and she started staring at him in awe as his pounding was accompanied by moaning from her mouth.

She didn't have energy to cry out, it was rhythmic and under her breath: "Oaaaah! Oaaah! Oaaah! Oaaaah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Jordan grabbed Mom's arms and strapped them firmly to her sides, so that she fell tits-first, face-second into the soft duvet.

"Oooaaammph!" Her muffled voice continued sounding into the soft fabric. He increased the speed and power of his thrusting, which became a 'thwack, thwack' against her sumptuous ass cheeks. Suddenly, Janice felt the intense tinglings of an orgasm created from her clitoris. She swiveled her head to the side.

"Oooh, Jordan! Oooh, Jordan, Fuck me! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMIIIING!!"

The words went from a breathless pant to a full-throated scream as a hot fire of magma ripped through Janice's pussy and up into her belly. Her hips bucked and her woman pipe clamped around his organ, as she contracted and lurched. Her voluptuous body heaved, shuddered, and heaved again, as she groped around for stability while completely under the control of her climax.

She managed to push herself up on her arms, and raise her face from the sheets. She was panting heavily, her enormous chest dripping with sweat as her boobs lowered and raised into the bed with every breath. And, gradually, her breathing slowed. She turned to sit on the mattress looking up at the source of her pleasure with admiration.

"Oh...Oh...Jor...dan..." she puffed, "Oh...my Love...Oh...thank you!"

Jordan let her sit and then lie for a further minute while she caught her breath. She was now on her back, and he reached over and offered his thumb to her. Janice opened her mouth gladly and received his sign of dominance on her tongue. Then, in a further sign of submission, she tucked up both her chubby legs and forearms like paws into the 'playing dead' position, continuing to lick the length of his thumb.

He pulled her back up onto her knees, but brought her into the camel position. He rotated her around on the bed so her circular rump was showing in all its glory to the camera, and her breasts were heaving from their natural resting position on her chest, rather than dangling.

She was now able to reach around and take his cheek in her hand. She tilted her head back, and touched her lips to his, she looking straight up to the ceiling, he down to the floor in the opposite direction. Their mouths met, and, though facing upside down to one another, their tongues found their mark.

Janice pulled her tongue from his mouth, and looked into Jordan's eyes, bringing her lips to his ear.

"Jordan, my stallion!" She whispered, "put your seed inside me, my Love."

He reinserted himself, to which her eyes widened and her mouth adopted an expression of demure surprise. Their bodies were in intimate contact, his chest against the length of her back, his hands reaching under and grabbing her sweaty breasts, her arms encasing his to help him hold as much of her udders as possible.

She turned around once more to face him, and mouthed the word 'Please?' and he felt the rush of cum from his testicles. He let out a low groan as he began pumping his semen into her, his head thrown back by the force of his ejaculation. Her head, too, began lolling as she felt the squirts flood the inside of her cavity. One, two, three, four, five, six. She was completely coated, internally.

She purred in rhythm with his deposits.

"Mmmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Oh, yes! Jordan, my Love! Give me all of it. Empty yourself into me!"

Jordan continued doing so, shooting nearly a total of fifteen times before he, completely spent, collapsed onto the mattress.

Janice felt overwhelmed by the love that the beautiful man before her had bestowed on her, and gift that her daughter had given, of her own boyfriend.

When he regained his composure, and looked back up at his birthday present. She put her hand to his cheek, and gave him her warmest, deepest smile, stroking him affectionately.

"Happy Birthday, my Love. I'm yours forever, now."

She leaned down and lay on top of him, the sweat they were both drenched in causing her tits to slide on his chest. They connected tongues, and she stroked his face tenderly.

Then she clambered off her bed to turn off the lights, and, remembering the cameras, came and talked directly into my phone so that we were staring right at each other.

"Thank you, Sweetie," she said with a little giggle. Then she turned it and the lights off, crawled under the sheets with Jordan, and the two of them fell sound asleep.

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I crept back inside the house from my watching point that I had rigged up in the gym house next to the pool gazebo, and uploaded and reviewed the footage in my room. I spent the next two hours with my hands down my pants, bringing myself to orgasm multiple times as I watched Mom's big round ass and huge boobs wobbling and shaking as Jordan pounded her, and the incredulous look on her face as he inseminated her, over and over.

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The next morning, Janice woke up feeling tired, but completely satisfied. She removed her sheets, realizing she was naked, then grabbed her silk dressing gown for modesty.

She looked back at the bed to check whether it hadn't all just been a wonderful dream. She had half expected Jordan to go back to Sasha's room later, once their birthday charade had ended. He was still there. He was beautiful to look at, with a manly jaw and toned chest. She hadn't realized what a handsome young man he was.

Whatever the future might hold, her one night in heaven with him had been entirely worth it.

She reached for a glass of water, and then paused to decide whether she should fetch him breakfast, or rather see what Sasha had ended up doing last night. That girl! How selfless of her to share her most intimate gift of her boyfriend. She must make sure that Sasha would be the focus of her attention in the coming days.

The thought bubble was quite momentary, as a moment later, Jordan stirred and opened his eyes. He took a moment to take in his surroundings, and remember where he had spent the night.

Suddenly, all thoughts of finding Sasha or anyone else escaped Janice as her full attention returned immediately to Jordan. She smiled at him sheepishly.

"Good morning, Dear. I hope you slept well." He smiled back.

She sat beside him on the bed and stroked his cheek.

"Can I get you anything?"

He shook his head, then he raised his hand, indicating she should come closer. Janice raised herself onto her knees and knelt next to him, and he began to rub her leg. She placed her hand on his as he felt her smooth skin, and slowly worked his way around to her ass. She tracked her hand with his, smiling encouragingly as he went.