Mother lets me set the pace, content to stand with her hands on my hips.
I watch the tears leak from Lovely’s eyes. Each one makes me want to take her harder. I’m limited by how much my ass can take.
Instead of speed, I settle for depth and press her legs closer to her torso. I lean into it, using small forceful movements.
Her pretend cries of pain encourage me to put more into it. Let her take it like the slut she is. That’s why she’s here engaging in a threesome with us. She wants to be abused. Doesn’t every woman hide that secret from the world? The way that boys need to hide their desire to be with two girls at once or inflict a little torment.
Mother’s room is the place where dreams come true, and I’m the privileged one who gets mine realized while I carry out Lovely’s wishes.
What woman feels comfortable telling her husband or boyfriend she wants it rough? Perhaps rougher than he’s willing to give?
Well. I’m here. I’m willing.
I push her legs further and sink a little deeper. She cries harder.
That’s it. You wanted a cock that could hit your cervix? You got it.
As if in response to my aggression, Mother presses into the backside of my hips, making the strap-on tease my prostate with continual force.
Until I explode. My most powerful orgasm yet gushes out of me. I open my mouth and allow the groan that sounds more like a roar.
Yes! I am a god. The god of sex. Why else are we here if not for ecstasy?
Mother slips out of me, but I fall forward onto Lovely’s beautiful legs. So soft and sleek. My cock still twitches inside her. It’s found a second home. All it can take of Mother and Lovely forever.
Will the three of us live here? Dare I wish for that?
I’ll pound Lovely until she cries as often as she wants. What other forbidden desires does she crave that we can explore under Mother’s attentive care?
With the strap-on still buckled to her, Mother lays down on the bed next to Lovely. The girl whimpers and cries.
“Oh, come now.” Mother strokes her cheek. “It isn’t all that bad. Weren’t we just having some fun?”
“Sure.” She nods and forces a smile. “I had a good time, but I’d like to leave now. If I could just collect my belongings and go home.”
I watch her throat bulge as she swallows with effort.
“Please,” she adds.
“John.” Mother shakes her head at me. “I don’t believe we’ve satisfied our guest. Wouldn’t she want to remain with us if we showed her a good time?”
I’m not sure what Mother is referring to, but I won’t disagree with her. “I’ve had a good time. I don’t want to leave.”
“Exactly.” Mother points a finger at me with a nod. “This is what I’m saying. Do you think we can show Lovely a better time?”
Still sunk deep in her pussy, my cock jerks with a surge of blood. How can the little bastard keep going? I can’t imagine anything more than dust came out that last time.
“No.” Lovely squirms beneath me but doesn’t manage to get anywhere. She turns her head toward the rest of the house and calls out. “Someone, please, help me!”
Mother grins at me while addressing the girl. “There is no one else here. Just you. And me. And John.” She turns and pokes Lovely in the side with the dirty dildo. “And I know neither John nor I am going to untie you. Which means you might as well enjoy yourself.”
Her body shakes with sobs.
Heat creeps into my cheeks as I find myself turned on by her tears. This is some forbidden dream I’ve stumbled into where anything and everything is allowed.
“I think we all just need a pick-me-up to last through the final round.” Mother sits up, slides to the edge of the bed, and holds a rocks glass under her bare breast. “John, would you be a dear? I think Lovely is just thirsty.”
Now my dick is a rock again. Somehow I’ve been endowed with the stamina of a beast.
I stare, not fully understanding what Mother is asking me to do. My first thought must have been wrong. “What?”
“Milk me, John. So that Lovely might have a drink.”
My hand shakes as I reach out and find Mother’s breast large and engorged, so swollen with nectar to provide for us. I squeeze her nipple and watch the milky white liquid flow out. Over and again, I pinch and pull until the glass is full.
Mother leans over Lovely. “Open your mouth.”
She shakes her head.
Mother sighs in disappointment. “I guess you’re going to need to help me, John. Close her nose and hold her head.”
I lean over her, driving my dick in deep, grab her hair with one hand, and grasp her nose with the other. The way she bucks and fights only turns me on more and strengthens my erection.
Mother waits, glass poised at Lovely’s pursed lips until they open, and dumps half the glass into her mouth. She puts a hand under Lovely’s chin and clenches her jaw closed so the girl is forced to swallow.
Lovely sputters and chokes, but most of the liquid goes down. We repeat the process for the other half with less resistance.
Lovely moans but seems to calm. Her face lacks the same fight and sorrow as it held moments before. Her eyes squint like she’s intoxicated.
