Corrupting the Bradley's - Anja

Staring into her expectant blue eyes, Anja obediently moved before his towering form, lowering unresistingly to her knees on the plush carpet without his saying another word.

"Excellent, cock whore. Now, I think we're ready," Kellen suggested, with the crude name intended as a compliment.

"It is a blowjob after all, so no hands required," he added, winking in alluding to her bondage, his charming demeanor returned after mixing the carrot with the stick in gaining her obeisance.

With unshakable interest, Kellen watched the constrained Mrs. Bradley shift her fawning gaze from his covetous smirk to his wondrous cock, rock-solid and lurching reflexively from the excitement of binding and controlling his buddy's full-breasted mother.

Arousal and titillation filled Anja's bright blue eyes, her domination by the masculine athlete half her age and subservience to his explicit male power tapping a hidden fantasy deep within her soul. Accepting greater and greater risks to her marriage and community standing, losing the illusive feeling of surrender was no longer an option.

With merely a nod from her young master, the late-30's mother and newly compliant sex doll slipped her tongue from between lush lips, embracing Kellen's stretched scrotum at the bottom, and languidly daubing the hairy skin before lifting the substantial contents from beneath, raising his meaty cock to rest against her finely pointed nose.

Slathering the fleshy sack's tender surface, Anja's probing tongue glided upward behind the hanging testicles, gingerly tickling the sensitive skin on the backside of the pouch, then drawing to his perineum before fully encompassing the two large spheres within her straining lips.

It was the opening foray to a blowjob so terribly submissive and in keeping with the Hank's expectations - manipulating an older married woman into performing such a depraved act. For the first time, Kellen truly reveled in the sheer power it conveyed, and by doing so taking another step towards the demise of his once-solid moral foundation.

Anja's nostrils flared, his scrotum in her mouth running her tongue along the soft skin and gently suctioning the tender contents within - the first woman capable of enveloping our well-endowed youth's golf ball-sized nuts at the same time, at least since Emma's poolside blowjob.

The obscene act placed Anja in a reverent light just below my esteemed wife, making her a worthy choice to dominate, with the added thrill of cuckolding her irresolute husband in his own private office.

"Whew, ohhh," Kellen exhaled at the awesome feat, realizing he'd struck gold with the otherwise reserved Finnish mother, sensing Anja knew exactly how to suck cock hands-free and that he was in for a treat.

"Huh-huuh, you better sit down, stud, cause I'm gonna blow you 'til your knees go weak," Anja warned nastily, pulling away briefly sending the certain message she was just beginning, and that her teen lover better be prepared for the best blowjob he'd ever received.

From there, she didn't tarry, swiftly capturing his bulging cockhead by the rim, a twinkle in her devilish blue eyes and a teasing wink promising to do that, and more.

As much as Kellen enjoyed towering over the smaller woman bound half-naked by the arms, on her knees in service to his steel-hard cock with her pointed tits protruding brazenly outward, he wisely followed Anja's advice, dropping his bare ass to the cool leather in an affront to the sanctity of Frank's chair, as clearly intended by the vengeful wife.

Anja immediately pounced, ensnaring the dancing column now at chest level, but this time taking Kellen down to the root in an impressively smooth dive.

"Muck, gguck, ggk," the surprising Finn gagged slightly when the spongy knob breached her throat.

Even then, she barely hesitated, continuing down the meaty length until the curly wisps of his auburn hair tickled her nose and her ruby red lips pressed against his pubic bone.

"Ahhh, yeah, take it whole, slut," Kellen crowed at the expertise of her move - one he hadn't expected, even after the enjoyable but comparatively modest blowjob she'd rendered on the sofa that Saturday.

Massaging the crown with her throat muscles and gasping for air through her nose for an extraordinary fifteen seconds, Anja applied delightful suction returning up the engorged span, swirling her tongue around the corona, and tantalizing the surface before downing the thick shaft once more.

For the next ten minutes, the industrious vixen alternately sucked Kellen's pulsing cock deep into her throat or worked the sensitive head like a pro - teasing and slurping, innately sensing when to back off if she thought he might blow, or conversely, applying pressure taking him back to the peak.

"Ohhh, ohh, god, ohhhhh,' Kellen moaned throughout as his fantasy mom-slut skillfully edged him, bringing him temptingly close to shooting his pent-up jism into her waiting mouth but not letting him go over the top.

"Whew, how I'm doing, stud?" Anja panted, pulling off the saliva drenched shaft when she thought she might have gone too far and wasn't ready yet to grant the release he sought.

"Huh, huh, huh, oh my god, you're unbelievable," he huffed his breathless ardor, desperate for the return of her luscious mouth to his painfully hard erection and finishing the job.

"Tim's mom gives better head than you expected, right?" the matron boasted with womanly pride, purposely using her son's name adding to the depraved nature of the act, then licking deliberately up the tense meat stick to the very tip and nibbling ever so lightly on the knob driving him crazy with lust.

"Right. Ohhh, please, Mrs. Bradley, I need to cum," Kellen answered emphatically, playing along by dispensing with the dirty name-calling and begging his urgency, his balls nearly bursting with his inflamed cock aching for release.

"Hmmm, maybe, but not yet," Anja taunted, relishing the temporary flip-flop in their power dynamic although driven more by her developing need to serve the handsome youngster than her own ascendancy, dropping to lick his balls again and tease them with her tongue.

At the end of his rope, Kellen took charge of his mischievous sex doll, grabbing her top-knot ponytail, aggressively pulling Anja's tormenting mouth to the top of his straining pole, and making her finish sucking him off.

"As I said, it does have a purpose," Anja gasped gamely about the clump of black hair gathered at the top of her head, pleased her fledgling lover took the hint of her intention in wearing the style in the first place.

"And it's, a-ah, cute, too," our good-humored son chuckled at the smarmy remark despite his unsatisfied need.

Hovering over his lap, Kellen firmly lowered Anja's wet mouth to his upright staff, with the accommodating wife simply drawing her supple lips into a wide circle and consuming each steely inch of the thick column without resistance as he pulled downward.

Correctly assuming it was what she wanted all along, Kellen deliberately raised and lowered his married slut's head up and down his throbbing shaft by the ponytail, effectively guiding her movements, with Anja providing efficacious suction whenever he lifted her mouth to his swollen cockhead.

"Ohhh, that's great," he groaned with each pass, slowly fucking her face with his smooth motion, and relishing the sensations of her swirling tongue as he did so.

"Mummh, mmmf, mmm," the matron murmured contentedly around the saliva-slickened pole, passively letting our son do as he pleased, degradingly using her mouth as a pussy, and happily allowing it for as long as he wished.

"Awwwhh, slut, you're such a great cocksucker," Kellen moaned his disparaging praise, his cock pulsating within the warm, silken confines of Anja's mouth.

Intuitively, Kellen sensed his vulnerable playmate thrived on the rough handling, and with his passion rising to the point of no return, he tightly gripped Anja's topknot at the scalp and tugged downward, driving her plush lips to his pubis and his spongy cockhead deep into her throat.

"Guggk, ack, gggck," his captured sex pet choked harshly at the sudden change in force, thrilled by her compelling lover's power and command, unrelentingly raising her head, and energetically tugging her mouth down again.

"Ahhh, yeah, fuck slut! Ughh, such an enthusiastic married cocksucker, for sure. Mr. Bradley must be so proud," he growled the insult with heartless fervor, invoking her husband's name while initiating a series of strident thrusts into her throat.

"Mmoocck, gacck, uck," her muffled gags, mixed with spit and spittle, escaped the seal of her lips straining around his fierce stalk, yet she unfailingly stayed the course, expertly consuming his ardent staff without fail.

Her duress notwithstanding, and more likely the result of it, the wet spot in Anja's panties grew rapidly, drenched with free-flowing cunt juice as the eroticism of the aggressive use of her mouth by her young stud powered waves of energy throughout her body and mind.

"Fucking - great - cocksucker!" Kellen snarled with increasing urgency, exuberantly fucking his wanton married slut's slobbery mouth to the base, then retreating with copious clear saliva dribbling along his pulsating cock shaft, now taunted to the point of erupting.

With little warning beyond a breathy moan, he crested, yanking Anja's head strongly downward and holding her in place with lips stretched and his buried cockhead lodged in her throat. Instantly, a rush of warm cream flowed in a river into her waiting mouth, streaming easily to her stomach with the spurting eye pulsed its release of the glutinous spunk.

"Mohhh, mmuph," Anja adeptly suckled the spewing tip enwrapped in her flexing throat, delighted satisfying her virile hunk and rapturously devouring the heated torrent of thick, salty-sweet cum.

"Ahhhhh, drink it down, my married bitch," Kellen's wavering voice signaled his contentment, his tool spasming actively in her elastic pipeline, straining the pathway as he emptied his balls.

Inhaling through her nostrils, Anja's blue eyes calmly raised to Kellen's face, seeing the tension easing as he moved through the paces of his transformational orgasm, holding in place for a full minute until his prodigious load was consumed filling her tummy.

Finally, Mrs. Bradley kneeled, proud of her oral prowess, knowing the sheer volume of her virile lover's ample release was a welcome indication of her success edging her youthful stud and draining his rich reservoir of potent semen.

Equally important to the development of their ongoing sexual relationship, Anja felt satisfaction in Kellen's growing instinct to take charge, recognizing a stifled compulsion for falling prey to a dominant man enforcing her compliant service of his constant sexual needs.

The fact Kellen was her son's age, muscular and handsome, not to mention marvelously well-hung, only added to her sense of sexual fulfillment and emotional completion in doing his bidding.

Minutes later, untied and with the strength returned to her arms, Anja wiped her mouth clean of a residual droplet of translucent cum on her lips with one of Frank's best monogrammed handkerchiefs, kept in a side drawer of the big walnut desk.

"I'd say we christened that chair pretty well, young man," Anja congratulated with a gentle kiss on Kellen's cheek, her sweet motherly persona returning from the profligate slut she'd played only moments earlier.

"I'll never view this room quite the same again," she remarked glowingly while closing the door.

"How nice."

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"Huh, Mrs. Bradley's definitely pissed off at Mr. Bradley, mom. I mean, uh, she wants retribution. I think you really, ohhh, struck a nerve," our out-of-breath son rasped as his vigilant mother swallowed his cock on Wednesday morning.

"I told you I knew how to get to her deepest feelings. It's good fortune she's naturally submissive too," Emma replied calmly, coming up for air after several minutes of attentively working his stiff pole in her usual capable manner.

My thoughtful wife swiped her wet tongue across Kellen's inflamed glans with a knowing smile, perversely comfortable giving him head in the family den despite my possible appearance at any moment while grabbing my briefcase on my way to work.

"I guess you're just the lucky beneficiary. I mean, not every guy gets to bang his best friend's mom. You should thank your mother," she teased our happy youth, standing with his pants at his ankles and his fully clothed mom kneeling on a throw pillow before him.

"Ahhh, yeah, thanks, uh, mom," Kellen sighed sharply when Emma abruptly dropped to his ball sack, taking his left testicle gently into her velvety mouth and gingerly rolling it around for a moment before releasing the slobbery flesh.

"You're welcome, Kel, but you know, there's more to do to please Hank," she replied dubiously, grateful for his acknowledgement while still emotionally troubled in successfully plotting the moral and social downfall of the kindly wife and mother down the street.

In truth, Emma didn't want to perform any of these despicable tasks, especially blowing our excitable son on an almost daily basis despite feigning her earnestness for the act, but she had no options, so did her best masking her true feelings.

As luck would have it, I did happen to enter the kitchen that morning with impeccably bad timing, decked out in my business suit right at the moment Kellen convulsed, launching his night's build-up of potent cum into his patient mother's waiting mouth.

"Unnnh, ohh yeah, mom," he groaned deeply, grasping her ubiquitous ponytail reflexively, just as with Mrs. Bradley, and pulling her onto him, although Emma always reliably finished the job every time without any unneeded encouragement.

Exhilarated by the obscene exhibition, I watched with unseemly wonder at the lowering of my once-honorable wife's dignity, but with a secret admiration for the impressive power of Kellen's nascent authority and the strength of his youthful climax.

The inordinate thrill I received from our willful son usurping my role as patriarch overwhelmed whatever disgust I felt for condemning Emma and our cherished family to service with my ill-conceived embezzlement plan - the catalyst for her transition from sweet, admirable mother to disgraced, big-titted sex toy for Hank, and by proxy, Kellen.

The stunted erection I suffered in my emasculating cage reflected the shameful ardor I experienced seeing Kellen's much larger cock filling Emma's mouth. That's not to mention playing witness to the terribly erotic lesbian relationship Emma explored regularly with her bubbly younger sister, Betsy, and our bright-eyed 19-year-old daughter, Kerri.

All, of course, with me as enthralled spectator.

Now, after putting the finishing touches on a clearly effective blowjob, wiping her mouth of the shiny residual jism, and licking the dribble of cooling semen dotting the tip of his seeping cockhead, Emma moved forward with her plan for Anja's defilement - one requiring Kellen's further acceptance and understanding.

"Kel, sit with me for a minute before you run off," she asked pensively. "We need to talk about the next step with Mrs. Bradley before we report our progress to Mr. Allenby."

"Okay, mom," our deferential lad replied amiably, plopping himself on the couch after pulling up his trousers, and treating her as respectfully as ever, as if she hadn't just swallowed every ounce of manly spunk he possessed.

"You understand, at least I hope, that what we're doing isn't my idea? Any of it, including that blowjob I just gave you," she said seriously, reminding him this was all so horribly wrong despite whatever sexually gratifying rewards they received in the comfort of their illicit union.

I'm sure explaining her actions was necessary to assuaging Emma's conscience. I also suspect it's a coping mechanism, retaining an element of sanity and normalcy, even if the taboo sex was the best she'd ever experienced and her enthusiasm for it at the height of passion was genuine.

"You understand it's that sonofabitch boss of your father, right?" his mother continued tersely, betraying the awful guilt she felt about her warped relationship with our adult children, and invariably dragging sweet Anja Bradley down into the mud with us, using our kindhearted son to do so.

"I get it, mom, about dad and all. Mrs. Bradley is just another assignment keeping us safe and together," Kellen answered impassively, uncertain about the motivation but sympathetic to his mother's angst.

"That's right, and you realize this isn't about love, you know, between you and Anja?" Emma stated with a nod, coldly proceeding with her strange inquiry. "It's about sex and exploiting her needs and desires."

"Honestly, mom, I understand, and I'm pretty certain she does too," he affirmed with reassurance.

"Good, I needed to be certain, because Tim is coming home soon and things could get, well, sticky, if they're not handled right," his cautious mother pointed out.

"Okay, now you've lost me, why is that such a problem?" Kellen admitted obtusely.

"Well, son, why do you think Mrs. Bradley has been so available this week?" Emma answered, drawing a breath edged with exasperation but exercising the same patience she showed helping him with a math problem.

"That's easy, Tim and Mr. Bradley went fishing," he shrugged at the seemingly obvious question.

"Yes, and how is she going to see you when Tim is back and he's either with her or with you?" his wise mother pressed, hoping he figured it out sooner rather than later. "How is Tim going to react when he learns his best friend spent the last week boning his mother in every room of the house?"

"Tim won't know. We can work something out," Kellen answered naively, not truly understanding the complexities of the secretive arrangement.

"Seriously, Kel?" Emma asked doubtfully, elaborating more fully on her concerns. "Tim won't be in the door more than a day before he figures out something is going on. Don't kid yourself, you won't be able to keep this a secret for any length of time at all."

Our mindful son thought about her insightful words for a moment and realized she was right, as usual. He and Tim had been buddies for so long they read each other like a book. On top of that, there was no good reason for Kellen to ever be alone with Mrs. Bradley, certainly not without Tim knowing and wondering what the hell was going on.

"Jeez, Kellen, he'll probably even figure it out from his mother. I'm guessing she's walking around with a lighter bounce to her step after a week of getting laid by a handsome young stud," Emma opined wistfully.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. So, what do we do?" he reluctantly conceded, his growing ego not even acknowledging the compliment while turning to his sage mother assuming correctly she had a solution.

"Well, I know this sounds weird, but would it bother you if I seduced Tim?" she uttered apprehensively, understanding she was potentially interfering with his highly-valued friendship and not wishing to ruin it.

"You mean, like Mrs. Bradley with me?" Kellen questioned, unable to think of what else she could mean.

"Yes, Kel, like that. I mean, I'd have sex with Tim," my wife answered plainly without a hint of annoyance, knowing the proposition was strange coming from his formerly sainted mother.

Only a month earlier, such a notion would be preposterous, with Kellen offended thinking about Emma cheating on me with his best friend. Things were undeniably different now, whether we wanted it that way or not, and whether or not he was a lucky beneficiary of our enforced debauchery.

"Why?" he straightforwardly rejoined with the reasonable question.

"Think about it, Kel. If Tim finds out you're fucking his mother, and you know he will, he'll be angry and hurt. That'll kill your friendship, don't you think?" Emma coolly set out her well-considered reasoning.