K Forbidden Heat Ch 05

Chapter 5

I'm sucking my son's cock... my god, I'm sucking my son's cock... I drank my son's sweet cum...and god help me, oh god help me I love it... fuck, I love it!

Kate's heart was filled with rapture. All her dark secret dreams were coming true at this moment. Her son... her son, dear sweet heaven, grown to a man... her son's cock filled her mouth, filled her throat, her son's cum mixed with Graham's filled her belly and she loved every bit of it, every inch of his hot cock, every drop of his cum. She inhaled deeply. The acrid sweet scent of her son's cum filled her and her thighs quivered in response. Kate was beyond words, beyond speech, in a state of pure lust, pure connection with her wicked secret lustful heart. Her cunt quivered, on constant boil and her juices ran down her inner thighs, soaking the carpet.

She felt her son's hands on her head, on her hair. The hand pulled her off of his cock, gripped her dress and pulled her to her feet. She looked into his eyes, Beautiful. My son is beautiful. Callum's hands pushed her against the wall, then ripped the thin garment, soaked as it was with both his cum and Graham's, from her body. She leaned against the wall, mouth open, arms open, legs open, cunt open for anything her son desired. Kate inhaled deeply. The scents overwhelmed her. Graham's cum, her juices running down her inner thighs, Callum's cum coating her throat, her neck, running down to her breasts.

His eyes riveted her. "What do you want, mum? This?" He glanced down and she followed his gaze. His hand was wrapped around his cock. It was still hard, still glistening from her mouth being wrapped around it. "Say it, mum. Say what you want." He gripped her hair behind her head again. "Tell me what a wicked cum whore you are."

It's true, god help me it's true.

She gazed into his eyes and nodded. "I'm a cum whore, baby." Her voice rasped low with filthy desire. "Your mum's a dirty wicked cum whore."

"Now tell me what you want. What do you want, right now?"

Kate whimpered.

Cock. I want cock. I need cock. Oh Callum, I need your cock, my son's hot cock. How can I say that to you?

Callum leaned in close and growled in her ear. "Say it, Mum. Say it to your son. Say it to me, Mum."

She took a deep breath. "I want... your..."

"Say it." His voice was low, hoarse, primal. "Say it. Mum."

"I want... your cock."

"Say it again."

She swallowed. Her legs were trembling and she could still feel her juices and Graham's dripping down her inner thighs. "I want your cock. Oh Callum, I need your cock..." Now that the floodgates were open, she groaned out the words. "Oh, baby, I need your hot cock. I need your cum, I need to fuck."

Callum gripped her wrists and pulled her over to the sofa. He bent her over the arm and spread her legs with his feet. "Say it again, mum. Say it, mum. What do you want?"

"Oh god Callum, fuck me, I need your thick cock, fuck... me... nowwww."

She felt his cockhead at her cunt lips. She ground her hips back against him, trying to envelop her son's hot cock.

Callum teased her, made her wait. "You probably won't need any lube, will you mum? You're sloppy wet... I can see your hot cunt and it's dripping gushing wet, aren't you?"

"Oh yes, my cunt is so wet... oh Callum fuck me... fuck your mum, please fuck me... I need it... I need cock... I need your cock... oh pleasseeee."

"You know what you are, don't you mum?"

Oh god, please Callum, don't torture your mum this way... I need cock... I need your cock... oh god fucckk meeee.

"I'm a... a... slut."

"Oh mum...you're much more than that."

"I am?"

"Oh yes... what's more you know it...You're a wicked fucking filthy fuck whore... a hot fuck hole that needs thick cock... you know it, don't you?"

Kate's hips ground and squirmed of their own accord. "Yes, baby... yes, I know it."

"Then say it... say what you are... say what you are and I'll fuck you. You want that, don't you?"

She nodded and squirmed again. Her stomach and legs and cunt all trembled, quivering with lust for her son's cock.

My son's cock.

"Yes, please yes..."

"Then say it...say...'I am a filthy fuck whore, a fuck hole that needs thick cock'...say it, mum... mum... say it!"

Her body began to quiver all over. Say it. "I... I am... a... filthy... fuck whore."

"Say all of it. Say 'I'm a wicked fuck hole that needs my son's thick cock.'"

"I'm... a filthy... fuck whore... a wicked fuck hole that needs... needs... my son's thick cock."

"Say it again."

"I am... a... filthy fuck whore... a fuck hole that needs... " Kate moaned as her hips ground of their own volition "Needs... oh fuck fuck fuck... my son's thick cock."

Callum eased the head of his cock between her cunt lips. "One last time, mum."

Something broke inside of her. The chains of control, of 'proper behavior', of all semblance of any concept of sin or shame or guilt left her as she took a deep breath and looked at Callum, looked at her son straight in the eyes. "Oh Baby, your mum is a filthy fuck whore... I'm a filthy fuck whore who needs my son's hot thick cock." She saw his eyes widen and then fix upon her with open hot lust. 'Callum... my son... I'm a filthy fuck hole that needs your hot c..."

And as she said that word, Callum slammed his cock into her, taking her breath away. He stretched her deep.

So deep, my god deep, Callum oh baby oh Callum I love your cock.

Callum could not believe how good his mum's cunt felt wrapped around his cock. So smooth, so hot, like being enveloped in tight wet velvet satin. He held his cock deep in his mum's cunt, very still. He didn't want to cum. He'd already cum once involuntarily whilst watching her with that young man, he'd gushed again in her mouth

oh god mum you suck so good, I love your lips tight around my cock

but he didn't want to cum again till his mum came. Callum wanted to fuck his mum till she moaned, till she screamed his name. She was bent over the sofa, her legs spread wide. He could feel her thighs on the outside of his own and he stretched her legs further apart with his knees. His mum moaned, a deep primitive guttural groan that made his balls boil.

No. No mum, I'm going to fuck you till you cum

. He stayed very still until the urge to gush into his mum's cunt eased a little.

Then Callum heard his mum's voice... soft... pleading... almost as if she were weeping... "Fuck me, Callum... fuck your mum... fuck me baby, oh please, Callum, fuck your mum... fuck your mum... fuck your mum..." With each little cry she ground her hips back against him.

He looked at her. His mum's body was strong, with perfect feminine curves, her bottom nicely rounded. His mum's hips begged to be gripped.

He did, with both hands, gripped his mum's hips and began to drive his cock deep into his mum's hot cunt. He didn't want to hurt her, so first he fucked his mum slowly, easing in and out, but when he felt just how wet she was, felt the hot gushing flow from her wicked slutty cunt on his thighs he was no longer worried about hurting his mum and let primitive lust take over. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed hard all the way deep in his mum's hot cunt.

She moaned with the impact, holding a pillow up to her face. The pillow muffled the moan, which was a good thing. Callum had heard how loudly his mum moaned when she was cumming with the other young man and he wanted her to cum so hard she'd never remember another cock in her as long as she lived. He eased his cock out again and held it there with the just the head inside his mum's cunt.

"Please, god... Callum... please... fuck your mum, baby... fuck your mum, pleaseeee..."

"You're a nasty fuck whore mum." He slammed his cock deeply inside her again. "You're a filthy fucking cum whore."

"Yes, I'm a filthy cum whore... I'm a nasty fuck hole that needs cock, I need my son's cock, I need your..."

Callum took her breath away with his next thrust. The impact of his hips against her bottom expelled the breath from her lungs in one hot primitive grunt of lust. Then again... and again... and again.

With each impact his mum groaned, little sounds of pleasure and now with each thrust she ground her hips back to meet his cock. He found his rhythm, slow withdrawal, then slam home, slow withdrawal, slam home to the hilt in his mum's cunt, his balls soaked with her gushing slut cunt. Each time with wet slap of his hips against his mum's bottom echoed in the room, and the slippery fragrance of his mom's hot fuck juice sliding between their thighs filled his heart and mind. Callum felt the cum boiling in his balls and felt the urge to gush deep into his mom's hot slutty cunt.

Oh holy jesus, mum's cunt feels sooo...god so good...oh my god...oh my god...ohmygodomygodomygodddddd.