Defiance: Hot Mama Stahma

Stahma's ass came down like the plunger to trigger the explosion as Christie's tongue rammed as far into her twat as it would go. She gorged herself on Christie's pussy with a frenzy that made the girl want to scream into her own target. The climax burned through both of them, soaring each woman to complete and utter satiation.

But Stahma was a model Castithan. She could not be satisfied, even with total satisfaction. She looked up over Christie's sex to her son, his cock hard and strong, and lifted her sex-smeared face with a smile. "I heard you failed to truly please your bride, Alak. This should've been an easy matter for any of Shanje Liro. Get your prick in her. Fuck her hard. Come in her face. Show this horny bitch what she's in for, marrying a Tarr!"

Surprised, not surprised, more than willing all the same, Alak stepped into the bath. His mother pushed Christie's legs wide apart, opening her cunt to him. He placed his cock against that slippery, well-ravaged sex and heaved.

"Holy shit!" Christie screamed against the wet pussy still occupying her lips, feeling that familiar prick sliding effortlessly into her creaming sex, pistoning in and out of her, burying its full length inside her, then denying it to her, then fulfilling her again. Her hips lurched up, somehow taking even more of his cock inside her, and came with unbelievable surges of pleasure.

Stahma rose to a kneeling position, hunched on Christie's face, watching with rapt attention as Alak's cock dove deep into Christie's pussy, his thickness totally entering her, his sweaty balls slapping loudly against her thighs. She squirmed deliriously on Christie's face, soaking in the sight of the coitus as well as her own cunnilingus, two equal pleasures like when Kenya had penetrated her anus and core both at once.

"Yes!" Stahma gasped, reaching down to fondle her own protruding clit, just as Kenya had shown her—thinking the only way this could be better were if the whore were watching her now, seeing her triumph, her pleasure reached, her son taught, her daughter-in-law tamed. "Give her your cock! Fuck her nice for mother!"

Alak obeyed his mother's instructions to the letter. He rammed himself into Christie with long, harsh strokes that had her moaning ecstatically into Stahma, lurching around like she was torn between the taste of Stahma's pussy and the feel of Alak's cock.

Completely caught up in their obedience and the pleasure their obedience brought, Stahma bore down on Christie's open mouth, an orgasm already burning into her as if the girl's plunging tongue was a lit fuse. "Myka, Myka!" She grinded down hard on Christie's face, climaxing all over again, her hands on the girl's ripe tits, eyes on her son's manhood as it plunged possessively into Christie McCawley's sweet little twat. "I'm coming, Myka!" Her fingers plucked at Christie's nipples, twisted them with oblivious pain as she twisted down upon Christie's drilling tongue. "Fuck that human, Alak! Make her come!"

"I am!" Christie wailed, nearly choking as Stahma's ejaculation soaked her throat.

Stahma rolled off the girl's face, off to the side, rubbing her clit frantically, a name echoing in her mind like a chant of religious ecstasy. Mykamykamykamykamyka—

Alak pulled himself free of Christie's cock-swollen cunt, bringing his phallus up to Christie's face as he came, as Stahma came, their cum fountaining onto Christie's face with sticky heat, Stahma's gushes washing Alak's cum away even as it covered Christie. Christie wagged her head, taking their coupled cum from ear to ear.

"So beautiful," Alak moaned.

"Yes, it is," Stahma heard herself whisper, gazing at Christie's glistening face. Marked and claimed for the Tarrs.

Drained, satiated, mother and son slumped in weary completion on either side of Christie.

Stahma turned on the water. They all needed a bath now. "That was even better than watching you two."

Christie was licking her lips, getting as much cum from them as she could before she had to wash it off. She couldn't decide whose tasted better. "Wait... you watched the whole thing? You could've stopped it?"

"Why, should I have?" Stahma smiled magnanimously. "Practice makes perfect after all. Come here, darlings—" She opened her arms and they both rested themselves against her, Alak as comfortable as he'd been when he was a babe, Christie unfamiliar but growing cozy. "There's nothing like a warm bath."

For the next few minutes, they let the hot water sooth the flaring nerves from their coitus, ease them pleasantly down into a comfortable succor.

Only Alak spoke—as heedless as his father could be. "Mom, what was that you were saying? 'Mika'?"

"I don't know, son. Just something I heard somewhere, I suppose. Hush, now. Relax. You young people take life far too seriously."

Her eyes closed. She drifted off for a while. When she opened them again, Alak and Christie were fondling each other across her resting body.

"Oh, your father would be so proud..."