The Theft of Our Lives 09 Pt. 03

"Look, young man, Emma may be your mother, but she's gorgeous as hell with a kickass body and a wonderful snatch for a MILF, if you know what I mean?" Hank taunted mercilessly.

Always proud, but not egotistical, my flustered wife nonetheless winced at her demeaning reduction to merely a physically appealing place for a man to put his cock, especially our athletic son.

"C'mon, Kellen, don't tell me you don't want to tap mom's sweet pussy. If she's telling me the truth about her success, you already know she's a fine piece of ass," my boss cajoled with juvenile glee, overtly objectifying my humbled wife.

The look of disgust on Emma's frowning countenance made it abundantly clear she didn't appreciate the compliment and certainly didn't want to fuck our son for an audience. For one thing she was tired and had already powerfully cum twice. For two, the taboo prospect was less than appealing under any circumstance, but even then, she wisely knew better than to refuse.

Prostrate on the table, Emma's curvaceous form reflected the flushed afterglow of the oral ministrations of her caring sister, with her pale skin clammy with perspiration while her stimulated nipples stood pointed skyward at the peak of her mountainous tits.

"O-okay, I'll do it," Kellen stammered, his cock an iron-bar jutting from his pelvis in conceding his sense of propriety to his physical lust.

"Do what?" Hank prodded, continuing his game of forced admissions of his desires, making our son express them openly and crudely to the watching eyes of the audience, and to his waiting mother.

"I'll, you know, I'll fuck her, um, my mom," our well-raised son announced, knowing it was wrong but controlled by his libido and protecting his perceived male pride by not refusing the tempting offer of a woman's comely body.

That was what Hank needed to hear in his ongoing humiliation of our family.

"Emma, you told me you completed your weekend assignment, and Kellen clearly admits he wants to fuck you," my inscrutable boss observed.

Troubled knowing Kellen genuinely wanted to fuck her, Emma remained on her back with legs limp and parted, mentally adjusting to the obscene performance to come before their expectant audience.

The events of the day before aside, her recognition within was confirmed that their relationship was irreparably changing, and it was only a matter of time before she'd find Kellen regularly in our bed hammering her feverishly between her widespread thighs.

Kellen stood dumbly listening to the fantastical conversation, bamboozled but needing relief from his painfully hard erection and willing to be directed. With his beautiful, naked mother primed and available for his use, he practically fell on top of Emma, drawing his rigid cock to her inviting pussy like a divining rod to water.

Mortified by the perverse display, it had been difficult enough taking Kellen's virginity in the privacy of our own bedroom. Now, knowing they'd again consummate an obscene sexual bonding before an enraptured audience, including her flabbergasted sister and our disbelieving daughter, was nearly unbearable.

Our son is a strapping, good-sized kid, but Emma is statuesque and athletic too, so while Kellen's bulk exceeded her own, his toned, muscular body lined up well with his mother's generously curved frame in climbing excitedly between her open legs.

Guided by hormones rather than conscience, Kellen set his hands on either side of my wife's broad shoulders and directed his inflamed knob towards her undefended pink slit, set unguarded by the blossoming petals of her puffy labia unable to prevent any incursion breaching its gates.

To the enchanted onlookers, the scene was jaw-dropping -- a grand tableau of depraved incestuous sex unlike anything imaginable, featuring an All-American suburban family committing the most heinous acts of debauchery. There was no mistaking they were mother and son, exhibiting the same auburn hair and facial features leaving no need to suspend disbelief, and it was really happening before their amazed eyes.

Adding to the deranged set-up was the look of utter despair and worry on Emma's face, as her emerald eyes teared with sorrow at the illicit coupling, knowing it was her doing and unable to do anything to stop it. The tension spoke of rebellious rage behind her countenance and wanting to lash out at this preposterous depravity inflicted on our family.

Instead, she did nothing except gaze down her rounded abdomen at our son's bulging cockhead hovering just outside the forbidden entrance to her warm, silken fuck hole.

Tense mother and sex-crazed son were face-to-face -- frazzled and breathing shallowly, uncertain exactly how to go about the impure deed so openly. Emma tentatively studied Kellen's stupefied green eyes, waiting interminably for him to take the initiative.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, it became clear our conflicted son had stalled.

Despite his need and the intoxicating allure of his big-titted mother on her back ready and waiting, Kellen hesitated, perhaps truly realizing at last the opprobrious act they were to perform, and it's very public setting. Apparently, the overt intimacy of the sordid act of fucking his beloved mother before an audience was mind-numbing.

Collectively, the anxious onlookers held their breath, waiting impatiently and watching every move with anticipation as our sexually reinvigorated son wavered over the flushed body of his naked mother, afraid to penetrate the moist channel even though he desperately wanted the sensation of her glorious sheath enveloping his hard cock.

Finally, Emma courageously took charge of our deferential son, slipping her hand between their bodies and gently grabbing Kellen's rampant cock, guiding the expansive tip dripping with precum to the juncture of her pussy and pressing it against the vulnerable gateway to her ready snatch.

"Go on, Kel, do it. Put it in me," she compassionately signaled our uneasy son of her acquiescence to the unnatural act they were about to commit.

"O-okay, mom," Kellen whispered his acknowledgement into her ear so only they could hear, sensing her wetness against the sensitive surface of his perceptive knob and pausing briefly again with the purplish head bracing the opening of her primed fuck hole.

Then, fluidly with a mechanical stroke exposing his lack of experience, he slipped the broad tip of his stiff tool into the welcoming opening as her yielding labia split until encompassing just the rim.

"Ummm," Emma exhaled at the violation of her taboo pussy by our virile athlete's probing cockhead.

Kellen's tensing crown didn't wait at the expanding aperture for long, however, as the fantastic sensation of contact with the forbidden inner sanctum of his mother's velvet snatch was almost too much to withstand, instinctively driving forward another few inches until half of his thick lance was introduced within her comfortable folds.

"Ahhhhh," Emma's sigh informed the room of her acceptance of his considerable length into her desecrated pussy.

An unfortunate result of our servitude is my wife growing accustomed to frequent sessions of hard-driving, continuous fucking for hours with many partners. Reclining on her back left Emma at an awkward angle for Kellen to properly sink his entire length into her unresisting cunt, so perceptively, she shifted her hips, wrapping her long legs around his waist.

"There, unnhh, is that better?" she asked, clamping her ankles onto Kellen's flexing buttocks, thereby turning her gripping fuck hole upward to a more advantageous position for welcoming the remaining inches of his urgent staff.

"Unnnmmm, yeah," Kellen acknowledged with a subtle moan, fully entering the silken glove of her pussy, and surrounding his pulsing column of rigid fuck meat with the warmth of her snug vaginal canal.

To Kellen, the supple comfort of his accommodating mother's tight cunt felt sublime, and he couldn't resist the need for its complete embrace, pushing forward with a low groan until the final inch of his tensing shaft was fully seated in the plush folds, with the greedy walls of her heated fuck sleeve tugging delicately on his erect cock convincing it to stay.

"Uhhmmmmm," Emma sighed as well at the admittedly delightful sensation occupying her core despite the unnatural truth it was our masculine young son's cock ensconced in the very depths of her womanhood.

"Whoa," the degenerate guests gasped as one at the depraved incestuous display.

Already witness to the demented sight of Kerri with a mouthful of her brother's cum and the incestuous lesbian trio on the coffee table, the onlookers were nonetheless thrilled at the unheard-of sight of the mother-son duo literally joined at the hip as our muscular youngster mounted his charming mother.

Emma peeked anxiously with a knowing sorrow at the group watching their every move with awe, squirming at the thought of them witnessing Kellen on top of his voluptuous mother, and wincing at the memory of assuming that same position with him just the other morning.

'How awful,' Emma bemoaned inside, regretfully envisioning the unthinkable image of herself laid out naked in our marital bed, her legs nervously twitching and huge tits sloping on her chest enticingly while fucking our son.

Betsy's hand rose to her mouth in disbelief and Janet Ogawa stared incredulously, with neither ever conceiving something so deviant as a mother and son engaging in sex, yet alone seeing it play out before their eyes.

Still recovering on her back, Marg gazed dispassionately, befuddled in contemplating her own surrender to Ike's big black cock, the repercussions of her moral downfall, and perhaps placating her wounded conscience with a misplaced Schadenfreude over the misfortune of my family exceeding even her own.

With Kellen's swollen shaft buried into the moist caress of her obliging pussy, Emma returned once more to Kellen's green eyes, with his admittedly handsome face just inches away wondering what in the world he might possibly be thinking as the illicit lovers temporarily froze in the obscene position.

"Huhh, huuh, whew," his heavy breathing signaled his focus had devolved to thoughts of sex and release in typical male fashion, pressing his warm chest onto the large mounds of her spongy tits, smashing the fleshy globes beneath his weight with her hard nipples boring into his sweaty skin.

"Okay, my handsome son, fuck me. Fuck your loving mother, and fuck me good like yesterday," Emma breathlessly prodded, a tremoring throatiness permeating her intentionally seductive voice, hoping to instill confidence in his still under-developed skills.

Emma bucked her hips slightly, urging Kellen to shamefully initiate their incestuous mating, anxious to get through what she correctly suspected was just the first of many times she and our healthy, energetic son fucked from now on -- at least, if Hank had his way, which he always did.

Kellen got the message, withdrawing his cock to the flared rim of his crown, drawing his mother's elastic labia with him gripping his hard column not wanting to let go, and disturbingly showing a shiny residue of her juices coating its surface.

Reaching the apex, he then drove the full span powerfully into Emma's ready cunt once more.

"Uunnnhhhhh! Ohhh, huh, my goodness!" she cried aloud with an almost girlish sigh of involuntary acceptance.

His ego bolstered and satisfied he'd performed as expected, Kellen retreated and entered again, this time in a controlled, constant stroke burying his cock again until the curly hairs on his pubis brushed against his clean-shaven mother's bald mound.

Within a heartbeat, he repeated the action again, and then again, with Emma assertively pushing her own pelvis upward meeting his downward thrust and becoming fully engaged.

"Unnh, ugh, mmummh," the taboo duo mutually expressed their uninhibited efforts through unwavering groans flowing between parted lips as they fucked, their eyes firmly attached and no longer straying to their enraptured audience.

Everyone watched the pair develop into a serious and steady rhythm, with our hardworking son sliding his sturdy pole into the velvet softness of Emma's yielding cunt.

A sloshing, slippery wetness was obvious with the building momentum, and the copulating pair lost sight of those around them, progressively focused on the undeniably erotic sensation of his hard shaft filling her tight pussy.

"Awwhhh, uhh, ohhhhh," Kellen's spontaneous moans grew in magnitude.

As they did, his enthusiasm for fucking his beautiful, big-titted mother became embarrassingly more evident, vigorously pumping his hips into her upraised pelvis and pounding his cock to maximum depth in her hungry pussy with increasing ardor and ferocity.

"Unng, uggh, aggh," my enraptured wife's short, staccato grunts rose in equal measure with their mutual fervor.

Initially perfunctory in her performance, as was increasingly common now under the relenting sex taking over her life, Emma fell victim to the incessant contact of our tireless son's stimulating cock vigorously rubbing the walls of her sensitive fuck channel.

It all proved engrossingly hypnotic and too compelling, she conceded in surrender, dissolving any recriminations she held about fucking Kellen in a room full of people.

Face-to-face, it was impossible for Emma to disassociate herself from the fact it was our earnest 18-year-old son ardently pounding his succumbing mother's cunt with the vigor of raw youth, and as he enthusiastically fucked her with a quickening pace, my wife servilely gave herself completely to the unseemly act.

"Ooohhhhh, ohhh, unnhhh," her moans acquired a tone of growing lust.

Betsy watched from nearby, a mixture of horror, marvel, and distress in her expressive face witnessing her dear sister and adored nephew lose themselves to their primitive sexual urges, animalistically grinding their hips, merging their bodies one to the other, and reveling in the joined pursuit of their irredeemable lust.

Emma no longer tried withstanding her flourishing arousal, accepting Kellen's robust thrusts with increasing passion, and mightily bucking her hips in sync to his hammering cock encouraging his strenuous efforts. Greedily, she followed as he withdrew, desperately seeking the return of his powerful lance and settling into a rhythmic dance of flesh on flesh.

"Unggh, ughh, ahhh!" their cries echoed under their stressful labors, filling the room with the heavy panting of the unnatural duet.

Every man watching had a stiff erection while the ladies, implausibly even Betsy and Kerri, couldn't hide their hardening nipples and general arousal in lewd evidence of the organic carnality of the exhibition as the immoral couple's burgeoning desire rose to greater heights.

"Urrggghh, unggg, oh fuck," Kellen's gruff snorts rolled like thunder, working harder and harder fucking his mother into oblivion with the stamina of his youth.

Unsurprisingly, the depleting effect of draining his balls twice already this afternoon suggested it might take Emma some time and effort to make him to cum again, even with her extraordinary pussy engulfing his cock as his incentive.

"Ragghhh, urgg, unnh," the toiling pair's grunts and groans grew together as much as their hips, matching in intensity as their fucking built to furious heights with the tension of their need for sexual release overtaking them.

"Unngh, ohhhhh gawwwd," they called loudly in unison for the next several minutes of uninterrupted intercourse, with the unnatural duo developing a machine-like efficiency to their copulation.

Emma's sturdy legs wrapped tightly around Kellen's thrashing waist and her muscular thighs strained tensely, pulling his solid shaft as deeply into her scalding cunt as possible in the arduous climb to their orgasms.

To the surprise of everyone but most certainly their delinquent pleasure, between heaving breaths and panting moans, Emma frantically implored our hardworking son onward, even resorting to the crudest of language, unlike her usual matronly demeanor.

"C'mon Kel, uhh, fuck me! Give it to me, son. Give me your hard cock," she charged in a wavering, high-pitched appeal. "Awwnnnhh, fuck your mother, stud. Fuck mom hard with your big cock!"

It was unclear whether she was talking nasty for Kellen's benefit, her own, or their audience, but it clearly had a positive effect on our bewitched son. Digging deep and summoning his considerable strength, he brutally plowed his delirious mother's soaking cunt with as much power as he could muster.

Emma's meaty hips recoiled into the padded tabletop when he bottomed out in her boiling fuck hole and her pussy walls contracted sumptuously smothering his solid column of engorged fuck meat, before extracting his angry pole fully and repeating the process again and again and again.

"That's it, Kel, that's the way, son! Ahhhhh, pound me hard! Pound mom's cunt hard!" Emma enthusiastically praised, shamefully exhorting him to greater feats without concern who heard her depraved calls.

"Unggh, unnh, unngh," Kellen's grunts refrained audibly, working ferociously, dutifully fulfilling her pleas.

"Ohhh, my god! Oh yes, ride me, Kel, ride my pussy! Uggh, ride my tight cunt with your, uhh, hard cock!!!" my beleaguered wife zealously urges our physically drained son in curse words she rarely used, especially around him.

Betsy blushed openly, and even our more corrupted daughter stared abashedly at the unholy manner Emma spurred Kellen to fuck her with everything he had, driving him to bring her to the apogee of her climax as well as his own.

For his part, Kellen did everything he could -- an exhausted athlete finishing off an opponent in a match, wrapping his arms around her wide-set shoulders and burying his head into the nape of her neck. His heart pounded in his chest, but he valiantly continued, fiercely battering his unhinged mother's hungry twat with every inch of his driving cock.

Impressively, Emma's all-consuming snatch absorbed every blow, and her flared hips aggressively pushed back with equal fervor, swallowing the full length of Kellen's bruising shaft as he plowed her tremoring body.

It's a good thing the room was sound-proofed, or the outside office would have suffered quite the disruption as mother and son drove ever higher in their sexual frenzy to the obvious delight of my boss, co-workers, and the Hilliard's.

"YESSS! OH GAWWD, YESSSSS!!!" Emma suddenly shrieked, her fiery green eyes clamped shut and head thrown back as a monumental orgasm inundated her mind and body.

"AAAWWWNNNNN, OOOHHHH FUCK, KEL! OOHHH FUCKING YESSSSS!" her majestic frame jerked uncontrollably, with her powerful legs applying a death-grip around Kellen's flexing ass and her huge tits cascading wildly as he violently slammed into her fuck hole.

"I'M CUUMMMMING, KEL! OHHH, YOU'RE MAKING MOM CUM!" Emma howled ferociously for all to hear, cresting a wave of euphoria while Kellen rode her spastic body hard in search of his own orgasm.

For a full minute her caterwauling continued with his sheer physical ability keeping her in the throes of her debilitating climax, barely able to think straight.

Finally, as the earth-shattering orgasm diminished, with Kellen straining and perilously close without reaching his own zenith, my unselfish wife sensed our tenacious son's urgent, rallying him onward with a remarkably calming tone of caring acceptance.

"It's good, Kel, uh, your cock feels so good," Emma cooed in his ear, breathing hard while absorbing the constant plunge of his pulsing meat into the warm confines of her molten hot pussy.

"Huh-huh, it's okay, Kel. Cum in me. It's okay to, uh, cum in your mother," she whispered her reassurance, drawing his head to her jiggling breast and running her hand gently through his tasseled hair in a loving display of true concern.