Mother of Sin

My son, twenty years younger than me, violated me; his laughter accompanied the act and I realized that my inner demon had awakened. It was my son, and his thick cock slowly penetrated my long-flooded pussy; he pushed his index finger into my anus, and a feeling of humiliation like no other came over me, and oh God, what a terrible sin it was.

My son is now eighteen, and over the years, with my husband's and my care and love, he has finally grown into a healthy and sunny teenager. Although there is a lot of pornographic information flying around; my husband and I still think that sex education is needed, but I was wrong, I never knew my son's heart was filled with lust a long time ago.

"Ah.... Ah...." I was kneeling on the soft bed, naked, my big 36D tits rocking back and forth with my body, sweat running down my smooth back. My husband was kneeling behind me with his big thick black cock in my little slutty pussy and the thrill was so intense it came in waves and I've already lost count of how many times I've had an orgasm tonight.

"Fuck! Scream more waves! Little bitch." My husband abused me like this every time he fucked me, his waist swaying back and forth as his pubic bone continued to slam into my snow-white ass.

"Ahh... fuck me to death, my big cock husband, fuck my little slutty pussy...... Hurry... Hurry... Ahhh... Ahh.... Ah...." I was not disguising myself, I was just expressing my inner thoughts. I'm slutty; sometimes when I go shopping at night, I don't wear panties, just a cheap trench coat I bought from the stalls.

I walk down the street, the breeze gently caresses my little slutty pussy; I feel as if countless ants are crawling in the labia major general. In the light of the street lamps, many men look at my lower body.

The corners of my windbreaker sway, and now and then I catch a glimpse of spring, every time I went out like this, the time I came home was flooded with lust on my inner thighs.

At that time, I had just finished a dozen bottles of beer; my husband would pull my hair. He shouted, "You slutty bitch, and where are you going to gang rape other men? Have five or six men come with their cocks in your pussy, mouth, and ass tonight! Come on you under fucked bitch!" My husband said loudly as he pushed the beer cans away from the coffee table, and suddenly the whole coffee table was covered with leftover beer. He laid me roughly on my back on the coffee table, and without even taking off my pants (because I wasn't even wearing any), he unzipped his jeans, revealing his cock in its semi-soft state, covered with sperm stains left over from the last time I ejaculated. My husband held his cock against my already flooded pussy and kept rubbing it.

I knew what he wanted to do; not waiting for him to open his mouth, I said, "My big cock husband, please quickly use your big cock to fuck me to death. I am just lewd; my pussy was born to be fucked by men. Quickly use your sperm to feed me." My husband laughed contemptuously and thrust his hips forward, the half-soft cock sliding smoothly into my pussy as he rocked back and forth, sipping his beer.

"Fuck me! Fuck my little bitch, I want to drink your cum.... Ahh.... Ahhh... Ahh.... Good man...." I kept screaming and after five minutes my husband started to speed up his thrusts, he was making fast pistoning motions, his mouth was slurping and moaning and I knew he was going to cum.

Just as I clenched my pussy in preparation for the onslaught of his cum, he immediately pulled out his big cock and turned my face around, I immediately understood what was going on, I opened my sexy little mouth and struggled to get my husband's long hard cock into my mouth, my tongue slid back and forth between the glands and the horse's eye of my husband's big cock, and a lot of spit came out of my mouth and I was gasping for breath. I let out a gasped, and let out a petulant moan but my husband was surprisingly happy and pumped harder into my mouth.

I felt unprecedentedly hard, the huge cock at once in the mouth of the throat and pulled out at once, my mouth tightly hooped the fleshy crown of my husband's cock, back and forth like this several times, my husband suddenly plunged his cock deep into the depths of my throat, I was nauseated as if I was going to vomit, and then a stream of searing cum like a cannonball shot into my throat. My husband held my head; I had no choice but to swallow the sperm.

After the cock shot eight times, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth and drunkenly asked, "Little bitch, are you full?" I said nothing because I wasn't thinking about what I had just done. I tried to get the semen and spit it out of my mouth and around my lips. My husband didn't wait for me to finish; he had that weakened cock against my lips.

Clean it quickly, you slut. I immediately began to use my tongue to lick my husband's cock, I turned over my husband's foreskin wrapped around the glands, the whole glands in the lewd water and semen wrapped in greasy, I sucked hard, aimed at the horse's eye, wanting to husband's vas deferens residual semen sucked out, and then I began to lick my husband's cock back and forth with my tongue on the outside of his cock, put the whole cock with saliva to sweeten the clean, there is no residue of any bit of semen and lewd water, finally, I used my tongue to lick back and forth with my husband, and put with saliva to make the whole cock clean, there is no residue of any point of semen and lewd water, and lewd water, and finally, with my little hand, I held my husband's cock against the small of his back, and began to clean his sperm sac, the two naughty testicles rotating back and forth in the bag. When it was all done, my husband was usually asleep, snoring loudly enough to shake the coffee table.

I started to put the trash on the coffee table together. My clothes had long since been stripped off, but it was just my husband and me in the house. Just as I was throwing all the beer cans in the trash, the door to the small room slammed shut, and it was as if my whole body fell into a freezing cellar.

"How could this be? How is this possible?" I looked at the date; today is Friday, and my son, who is in boarding school, should be home. How could I be so confused? I just blamed myself for being too excited. My husband knows that our son is at home, and yet does such things. "Does my son know? Did he see the whole thing?"

When I lay in bed at night, I was still thinking about it; my husband's screams kept me from sleeping, and my mind was full of my son's face when he saw me having sex with my husband, his father.

"Son, son, Mom is usually a prude. I didn't know she was a slutty bitch in private." What would my son think? How should I face my son in the future?

He is already eighteen years old; he should know these things between men and women here.

Will my son learn badly? "I tossed and turned, constantly complaining about my husband's behavior, but also deeply condemning myself, why would I want a cock so much in my slutty pussy, thinking about it, my little pussy began to flow again, and more and more, my mind remembered my son's face, eighteen years old, ah, will my son's cock be even thicker than his father's? Will it be more energetic?

Thinking about it, my hand was only inserted into the pussy full of lewd water. One, two, three, I kept thrusting, but still the desire was unbearable, the whole vaginal wall was on fire, constantly burning my mind.

Like a fountain that keeps spraying water, I keep speeding up, but I didn't dare to wake up my husband.

Finally, I got out of bed and pushed open the door to my son's room. Moonlight shone through the window into my son's room; my son was sleeping sweetly. I gently touched his bed; between my son's crotch high up, he seemed to have a wet dream. I slowly undressed my son under the blanket, only to see that the crotch of the pajama pants was up. I was so horny that I wanted to hold the cock up and down the sleeve and eat all the cum that shot out.