Lisa drew in a deep breath and squared her shoulders before heading into the living room to face her husband. Dan looked up from where he was sitting on the couch, a tentative smile on his face that quickly faded as he took in her appearance. His eyes widened slightly, darkening with some unreadable emotion as they swept over her freshly showered hair and the telling flush still staining her cheeks.
"Honey? How...how did it go?" he asked hoarsely, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.
Lisa couldn't quite meet his gaze, shame and satisfaction warring within her. She knew she must look like the very picture of a well-fucked woman, her skin practically glowing from the force of her earth-shattering orgasm. The one her own son had given her.
"It worked," she said quietly, hating the tremor in her voice. "The pain...it's gone. I feel better than I have in months."
Dan closed his eyes briefly, a shudder rippling through him. Relief and anguish seemed to battle across his face. "That's...that's good, right? I'm glad."
The words sounded hollow, forced. Lisa's heart clenched. She could only imagine how difficult this must be for him, how emasculating and humiliating to know that his teenage son had succeeded where he had failed. That Ivan had been able to satisfy her in a way Dan never could.
An awkward silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of things left unsaid. Lisa twisted her hands in front of her, searching for the right words, any words, to break the suffocating tension.
"Dan, I..." she started, but he held up a hand, cutting her off.
"Just tell me one thing...will you need to keep doing this? With Ivan?"
Lisa hesitated, torn. The doctor had said regular deep stimulation was the only way to keep her disorder in check. But the thought of betraying her marriage vows again and again, of letting Ivan violate her on a continual basis... it made her stomach roil with self-disgust.
And yet, even now, she could feel the remnants of her climax tingling through her nerve endings, the blissful absence of pain. For the first time in ages, her body felt whole and healthy, not like a throbbing mass of agony. Was it really so wrong to crave more of that? To do whatever it took to maintain this blessed relief?
Guilt and need twisted her gut into knots. She wanted so badly to reassure Dan that it had been a one time thing, that she would never let their son touch her like that again. But she knew in her heart it would be a lie.
Lisa swallowed hard, choosing her words carefully. "I think...I think we'll have to take this one day at a time. See how my body responds. If the pain comes back, then..." She trailed off, unable to voice the unthinkable.
Dan's shoulders slumped, defeat etching deep lines into his face. He nodded slowly. "I understand. We'll...we'll just see how you're feeling tomorrow."
The next morning, Lisa awoke to a dull, familiar ache beginning to pulse through her bones again. She squeezed her eyes shut, despair washing over her. It hadn't even been a full 24 hours, and already the pain was returning, the brief respite afforded by Ivan's cock fading like a half-remembered dream.
She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower, wincing as the hot spray seemed to awaken fresh twinges and throbs beneath her skin. By the time she made her way downstairs, each step an effort,
Dan and Ivan were already at the kitchen table, an awkward silence hanging between them.
Dan glanced up as she entered, his eyes searching her face. "How are you feeling, honey?"
The concern in his voice made her throat tighten. She hated the hope that glimmered in his eyes, hated to crush it. But she couldn't lie to him.
"Not great," she admitted quietly, easing into a chair with a poorly concealed grimace. "I think...I think it's starting to come back already."
Dan's face fell, anguish flashing across his features before he could shutter it away. He nodded stiffly, his knuckles whitening around his coffee mug. "I see."
An awkward beat passed. Lisa stared down at the placemat, her stomach churning with mingled guilt and dread. She could feel Ivan's eyes on her, burning into the side of her face.
Finally, he broke the heavy silence. "I can stay home from school today. Help Mom out again, since she's not feeling well." His tone was casual, but the implication hung in the air like a fog.
Dan flinched almost imperceptibly. Lisa's head snapped up, her heart stuttering in her chest. "Ivan, no, that's not necessary," she rushed out, feeling like the ground was giving way beneath her feet. "You can't miss class..."
Ivan fixed Dan with a hard, threatening glare, his eyes flashing with warning – forcing him to chime in with encouragement.
"No, he's right," Dan added, his voice strained. He couldn't quite meet her eyes. "If you're in pain again, you need...you need relief. It's more important than Ivan going to school today."
Lisa stared at him, shock robbing her of speech. Was he really suggesting their teenage son play hooky to stay home and fuck her? The thought made her head swim.
But even as revulsion churned in her gut, that traitorous ache sharpened between her legs, a sick sort of anticipation kindling to life. The promise of Ivan's huge cock pounding away her pain again was a siren song, no matter how hard she tried to resist its pull.
Lisa swallowed hard, her heart clenching at the pained resignation in Dan's voice. "Are you sure?" she asked softly, searching his face.
"I'm sure. Your health is the priority here." He answered, then grabbed his briefcase and stood abruptly, the legs of his chair scraping against the tile. Nausea churned in his gut at the thought of what would transpire between his wife and son the moment he walked out the door. They would be rutting like animals, Ivan's huge cock splitting her open, making her scream in ecstasy in a way Dan never could.
He squeezed his eyes shut against the mental images. When he opened them again, he found Lisa watching him with sympathy softening her features. She rose and came around the table to fold him into a hug, her soft curves pressing against him.
"Thank you, honey…for understanding," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear. "I know this isn't easy for you."
Dan returned the embrace woodenly, his arms feeling leaden. The faint scent of her shampoo, usually so soothing, now made his stomach roil as unbidden visions of Ivan burying his face in her hair while he fucked her flashed through his mind.
Lisa pulled back and cupped his face, studying him with tender concern. Slowly, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, the kiss achingly gentle. Dan's heart twisted. He couldn't remember the
last time she'd kissed him with such sweet affection, untainted by pain or exhaustion.
And now she was going to give herself to Ivan.
Lisa stepped away, her hands falling to her sides. "Have a good day at work," she said softly, a weak attempt at normalcy.
Dan just nodded jerkily, not trusting himself to speak around the jagged lump in his throat. He turned on his heel and strode out of the kitchen, feeling like a robot powering down with each step. It took every ounce of his willpower not to glance back over his shoulder for one last glimpse of his wife before she became his son's whore once more.
Dan drove to the end of the street, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Suddenly he realized with a sinking feeling that he'd forgotten his phone at home. Cursing under his breath, he made a sharp U-turn and headed back, his stomach churning with dread at what he might walk in on.
He let himself into the eerily quiet house, his heart thudding dully in his chest. Then he heard it - the telltale rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings coming from upstairs, punctuated by breathy feminine moans. Bile rose in his throat. They were already fucking, mere minutes after he'd left. He couldn't believe how quickly his son had claimed his husbandly rights, or how eagerly his wife had submitted.
Some masochistic impulse propelled Dan up the stairs, his feet moving of their own volition. He crept down the hallway, the obscene sounds growing louder with each step. Lisa's high-pitched keening made his skin crawl even as his traitorous cock twitched in his slacks.
The door to Ivan's room stood ajar. Stomach roiling, Dan peered through the crack, unable to look away from the depraved scene unfolding before him. Lisa was riding their son with wild abandon,
her gigantic tits bouncing hypnotically as she impaled herself on his massive cock over and over. Her thick ass rippled and jiggled each time it slapped against Ivan's muscular thighs.
"That's it, Mom, fuck the pain away," Ivan growled, his big hands gripping her plush hips hard enough to leave marks. "Take my cock deep. Let it make you feel good."
Dan's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sheer size of his teenage son's cock, an unyielding spike of muscular flesh that dwarfed his own pathetic equipment. He watched in horrified awe as that massive teenage shaft plowed into Lisa's dripping cunt again and again, emerging glistening with the sheen of her shameful arousal. The rigid pole stretched her clinging folds obscenely, impaling her to the hilt with each forceful thrust.
Ivan's hips pumped like a machine as he rutted into Dan's wife, pounding her with a stamina and power that put Dan to shame. The rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh echoed obscenely in Dan's ears as he witnessed his son claim his bride with brutal dominance.
Then Ivan reached up and grabbed his mom's huge, bouncing tits, squeezing the malleable globes roughly. "Can I suck on these, Mom?" he grunted, already pulling one stiff nipple to his lips.
Dan held his breath, certain that Lisa would refuse, push Ivan away. Surely she wouldn't let their son debase her even further, treat her like his personal whore. But to Dan's shock, Lisa threw her head back and moaned wantonly.
"Yes," she panted, shoving her chest in Ivan's face. "But only while you're deep inside me, fucking the pain away."
Dan's stomach heaved as he watched his teenage son latch onto Lisa's swollen nipple and suckle greedily, slurping at her flesh like a newborn as he continued to slam his huge cock into her greedy cunt.
She cradled Ivan's head to her breasts and cooed maternally, even as her hips worked in frantic circles, grinding herself down on his thick shaft.
The perverted combination of nurturing and sexual depravity made Dan feel physically ill. He wanted to burst into the room, tear them apart, scream at Lisa for betraying him so completely. But he was frozen in place, paralyzed by the sight of his wife's ecstasy as their son defiled her.
Ivan motorboated his mother's huge, heavy breasts, burying his face in her soft cleavage. The spongy mounds completely engulfed his head as he nuzzled and rubbed his cheeks against the plush, pliant flesh. He groaned in delight at the feel of her silky skin smothering him, her rubbery nipples poking into his shoulders.
Grabbing two heaping handfuls of lush titty-meat, he squeezed and kneaded the doughy globes, relishing how they overflowed his groping fingers. He loved how impossibly soft yet weighty they felt, like the most perfect giant stress balls. Whimpering with need, he popped one long, turgid nipple into his mouth and suckled greedily, slurping and nursing at the engorged teat like a starving teenager.
Lisa threw her head back and moaned in wanton bliss as Ivan latched onto her sensitive peak and tugged rhythmically, his cheeks hollowing with the force of his hungry suckling. Electric pleasure-pain zinged from her nipple straight to her clit, making the swollen nub throb in time to his pulls. Her hips rolled and gyrated frantically on his pile-driving cock, stirring his rigid length inside her clutching sheath.
"Oh God, yes!" she keened shamelessly, any lingering maternal instinct drowned out by the overwhelming need pulsing through her. She felt delirious with relief as his massive shaft stroked her aching
inner walls, soothing the searing pain like a balm, only to ignite a wildfire of taboo pleasure in its wake.
Keeping one hand clamped possessively on her jiggling tit, Ivan reached around to grab a palmful of her abundant ass, squeezing the doughy cheek hard enough to leave finger-shaped indents. He used the pliant flesh for leverage as he plunged up into her harder, faster, grunting around her captured nipple with the effort of his deep, pummeling thrusts.
He released her nipple with a wet pop and buried his face between her heaving tits again, licking and kissing his way into her deep, sweat-dampened cleavage. He craned his neck to lap at the silky soft underside of each jiggling mound, his tongue tracing along the fine blue veins and faint stretch marks - evidence of her mature beauty. Her musky, slightly sour taste was intoxicating, the flavor of a real woman.
Suddenly, Lisa's cries increased in pitch and urgency. Her nails raked down her son's back as she bucked and thrashed against him, her pussy clamping rhythmically around his pistoning cock.
"Oh God, Ivan, I'm cumming!" she wailed, her voice choked with pleasure. "Don't stop fucking me."
As Lisa's climax crested, her inner muscles clenched and rippled around her son's plunging cock with almost violent intensity. Her cervix spasmed, the muscular ring fluttering and kissing the head of his shaft with each powerful contraction. Bolts of electric ecstasy shot from the hidden bundle of nerves deep inside her sheath, radiating out to every nerve ending until her entire body was suffused with mind-numbing bliss.
The special pocket of erectile tissue nestled at the back of her vagina, the epicenter that had ached for so long, now throbbed and pulsed as Ivan's thick cockhead pounded against it relentlessly, finally
giving it the deep, intense stimulation it had craved. The spongy patch swelled and engorged further with each hammering thrust, until it felt like a miniature cock itself, hard and twitching against her son's pistoning shaft.
Lisa could feel her fornices, the sensitive little pockets ringing her cervix, stretching and fluttering as they struggled to accommodate Ivan's girth. The exquisite friction as his veiny length dragged over those tender spots made colors burst behind her eyelids, the pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. Her g-spot felt hugely swollen, protruding into her channel and being stroked firmly with each gliding pass of his sinewy cock, sending tsunami waves of rapture crashing through her.
The sheer size of him, the relentless pace and power of his strokes, was stimulating areas no other man had ever reached, lighting up hidden erogenous zones she didn't even know she possessed until they all exploded in a symphony of ecstasy. Her overstretched tissues burned and tingled, nerve endings sparking like live wires.
The devastating combination of sensations radiating from every secret, intimate place inside her body crescendoed into an earth-shattering climax that went on and on, obliterating the pain as if it had never existed. Lisa sobbed and shook as the pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves, reducing her to a mindless creature of sensation, aware of nothing but the hot, pulsing ecstasy centered in her ravaged core.
As her inner muscles worked Ivan's shaft in fluttering ripples, clenching and releasing in time with the spasms wracking her frame, she could feel a responding throb deep inside her, the head of his cock swelling impossibly larger. His balls drew up tight to his body and with a guttural groan, he erupted, flooding her convulsing sheath with what felt like gallons of molten seed.
Lisa whimpered as she felt the liquid heat of Ivan's cum bathing her cervix, the soothing balm easing the last twinges of discomfort in that throbbing bundle of nerves. Her vaginal walls worked in greedy pulses, milking him for every last drop, instinctively craving his virile essence.
Dan stumbled out of the house in a daze, his mind reeling from the depraved scene he had just witnessed. He drove to work on autopilot, his knuckles white on the steering wheel as he fought against the urge to turn around, to burst into that room and assert his husbandly rights. But the memory of Ivan's massive cock pile-driving in and out of Lisa's eager cunt, the way she had wantonly submitted to their son's perverted demands, stopped him cold.
Lisa, his beautiful wife, the mother of his children, had become a slave to her own son's cock. And Dan had allowed it, had practically gift-wrapped her for Ivan's carnal pleasure, all because he was too weak and ashamed to stand up to the little bastard's blackmail.
Lisa dragged herself through her daily chores, her body still humming from the mind-blowing orgasm Ivan had given her that morning. As she folded laundry and scrubbed dishes, flashes of their illicit coupling seared through her mind - the slick glide of his enormous cock stretching her impossibly full, the electric pleasure sparking from her nipples as he suckled greedily, the blinding ecstasy that had exploded through every cell when she came on his teenage shaft.
Shame and satisfaction warred within her, making her head spin. She shouldn't crave her own son like this, shouldn't be fantasizing about riding him again while she went about her mundane housewifely duties. It was so wrong, so depraved. And yet, her body thrummed with need, the ache between her legs growing sharper with each passing hour.
She resisted the urge to seek Ivan out, to beg him to pound her pain away again. Rationally, she knew she wasn't hurting at the moment, the lingering afterglow of her bone-melting climax still insulating her from the usual agony. But as the day wore on, and Dan and the girls impending arrival home from loomed closer, a sick sort of desperation clawed at her gut.
Almost against her will, Lisa found herself padding down the hallway to Ivan's room, her heart thudding against her ribcage. She slipped inside and quietly shut the door behind her, the click of the latch unnaturally loud in the charged silence.
Ivan looked up from where he lounged on the bed, his eyes darkening with anticipation as they raked over her trembling frame. A knowing smirk curled his lips. "Back for more, mom?"
Lisa flushed hotly, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips. "I...I need..." The words stuck in her throat, choking her. What could she possibly say? That she needed her son's huge cock to obliterate her pain again, if only for a little while? That she craved the forbidden pleasure he gave her like a junkie craving a fix?
Ivan's grin widened as he watched her struggle, clearly relishing her shameful desperation. He patted the mattress beside him invitingly. "C'mere, Mom. I'll give you what you need."
Humiliation and relief warred within her as she stumbled forward, already tugging at the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, then shimmied out of her jeans with unsteady hands. Her panties and bra quickly followed, until she stood naked and desperate.
Ivan grinned wickedly as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, revealing his chiseled abs and broad, muscular chest. His cock strained against the confines of his boxers, the thick outline obscenely prominent. He shoved them down his hips, freeing his
massive erection. It sprang up and slapped against his stomach, flushed a deep, angry purple and pulsing with need.
Lisa's eyes widened as they drank in the sight of her son's huge, throbbing shaft. A shudder worked through her, her cunt clenching with shameful hunger. It seemed to have swollen even larger since that morning, the blood-engorged head flaring to the size of a small apple. Thick veins corded the impressive length, mapping paths she longed to trace with her tongue.
"Let's do it doggy style this time," Ivan purred, stroking himself lazily. "I wanna watch that big ass bounce while I pound this huge cock in you."
Heat flooded Lisa's cheeks at his crude words, but molten arousal pooled in her core. The thought of presenting herself to him like a bitch in heat, letting him mount her from behind and rut into her so deeply...it made her dizzy with want.
Nodding shakily, she climbed onto the bed on all fours, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable in this position, her dripping slit and puckered asshole on lewd display for her son's hungry gaze. Her face burned with humiliation even as her pussy wept with anticipation.
Ivan knelt behind her, grabbing two handfuls of her plush ass cheeks and kneading the abundant flesh. He groaned appreciatively. "Fuck, Mom, your ass is phenomenal. So much jiggle." He punctuated his words with a sharp slap to one wobbling globe.
Lisa yelped, flinching at the sudden sting. But the pain quickly melted into tingling pleasure that shot straight to her clit. Her hips bucked back instinctively, silently begging for more.
Chuckling darkly, Ivan notched the bulbous head of his cock against her slippery folds, rubbing it up and down her slit, bumping her
aching clit. Lisa whimpered, writhing before him, desperate to be filled. With a quick snap of his hips, he drove into her, spearing her open on his thick pole.
"Oh God!" she cried out, back bowing at the sudden invasion. No matter how many times he took her, the sheer size of him, the way he stretched her impossibly wide, never failed to steal her breath.
Lisa's heart pounded as Ivan rammed into her from behind, his hips slapping obscenely against her plump ass with each brutal thrust. She could feel her rounded butt-cheeks rippling and jiggling with the force of his strokes, the abundant flesh bouncing lewdly. The clap of damp skin against skin echoed in her ears, punctuated by their harsh panting and guttural moans.
His massive cock plundered her depths ruthlessly, stroking her aching inner walls and pounding that secret, throbbing spot at her core that made her see stars. The spongy head kissed her cervix with each hammering thrust, sparking bolts of pleasure-pain that radiated out to her fingers and toes. She felt so impossibly full, stuffed to bursting by his steely length and girth.
Ivan slapped her wobbling ass cheek hard, the sharp sting sending electric tingles straight to her clit. She yelped and bucked back against him wildly, impaling herself even harder on his enormous shaft. He groaned his approval, gripping her hips bruisingly as he rutted into her like a beast.
"Fuck yeah, Mom, ride my huge cock," he grunted, punctuating his words with another stinging spank, leaving a red handprint on her ass-cheek. "Take it deep in that hot cunt."
His filthy encouragement only stoked the flames higher, need pulsing through her veins like a fever. Lisa ground her hips back in desperate circles, working herself on his strong cock as she chased her release.
Her inner muscles rippled and clenched around him, trying to hold him inside her forever.
She could feel her orgasm building with each forceful stroke, her clit throbbing in time to his thrusts. The coil of tension in her core wound tighter and tighter, her nerve endings sizzling, ready to combust. She was mindless with lust, focused only on the exquisite friction of his steely hardness sawing in and out of her swollen, sensitive flesh.
Ivan kept up a relentless rhythm, slamming into her with jackhammering force. His hands roamed over her bouncing ass, squeezing and kneading, occasionally landing a sharp slap that made her clench and mewl. The combination of pleasure and pain was dizzying, intoxicating.
Suddenly, he stopped thrusting, his cock buried to the hilt inside her convulsing sheath. Lisa whined in protest, writhing back against him frantically, desperate for him to move, to finish her. But he held her steady with his hands behind his back.
"That's it, Mom, fuck yourself on my cock," he commanded gruffly, his voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you need it."
Shameless in her need, Lisa did as he demanded, rolling and gyrating her hips wildly as she impaled herself over and over on his on his thick shaft.
Ivan puffed out his muscular chest and smirked down at his mother as she bounced frantically on his jutting cock. His huge shaft stood out from his body like a fleshy battering ram, glistening with her juices as it speared in and out of her hungry cunt. He planted his hands on his hips, the very picture of male dominance as he let her do all the work, watching her luscious ass-meat bounce and ripple as she impaled herself over and over on his rigid pole.
Lisa's humongous tits quaked and wobbled violently with each wild undulation of her hips, the heavy globes slapping together lewdly. Broken whimpers spilled from her lips as she rode him with almost feral desperation, chasing the devastating orgasm she could feel building in her core. Electric pleasure skittered up her spine with each drag of his steely length against her clutching walls, making her toes curl and her eyes roll back.
She could feel every ridge and vein of his huge, iron-hard cock stroking her inner muscles, hitting secret spots that made colors burst behind her eyelids. The slick squelch of her arousal being churned to froth by his relentless girth filled the room, obscenely loud. Lisa was too far gone to care about the vulgar noises, focused only on the exquisite friction of his massive cock sawing in and out of her swollen, needy flesh.
Her g-spot throbbed almost painfully as the broad head of his dick pounded it with ruthless precision. She ground down harder, faster, feeling the spongy patch start to swell and protrude into her channel, begging for more of that sweet, intense pressure. Ivan's heavy balls slapped against her clit with each frenzied bounce, the delicious sting only stoking the fires higher.
Suddenly, Lisa's entire body seized up, her spine locking as her climax finally crested. A ragged scream tore from her throat as the most intense orgasm of her life slammed into her, exploding through her core like a supernova. Her cunt clamped down on her son's amazing dick in rhythmic spasms, muscles rippling wildly along his penile length.
Fem-cum gushed from her quivering slit, splashing obscenely against Ivan's pumping shaft and dribbling down her quivering thighs. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her face contorting in a rictus of agonized ecstasy as shockwave after shockwave of devastating pleasure racked her convulsing frame.
"Oh shit," Ivan sighed as he watched with a cocky grin as his mom pounded the fem-cum out of herself on his huge cock, a savage sense of male pride surging through him. He loved seeing her lose control like this, turning her into his personal fucktoy. He let her ride out her climax, her slick inner muscles massaging his aching shaft deliciously.
With a feral growl, Ivan suddenly pulled out of her still-fluttering sheath, his bobbing cock dripping wet.
Before Lisa could even whimper at the loss, he grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up, slamming her back against his wall. She instinctively wrapped her trembling legs around his waist, clinging to his broad shoulders for support as the room spun dizzily.
"You like getting fucked hard, don't you Mom?" he panted against her neck, nipping at her sweat-dampened skin.
"Yes," the mother hissed, keening helplessly as he notched his fat cockhead back at her entrance and surged forward, spearing into her over-sensitized cunt in one brutal stroke. Her eyes rolled back, a hoarse cry ripping from her throat as he stretched her impossibly full again, gravity driving him even deeper than before.
The new position put intense pressure on her swollen g-spot and throbbing cervix. Sparks of rapture burst behind her tightly clenched eyelids as Ivan started up a relentless fuck-pace, using the wall for leverage as he pounded into her, grunting savagely with each snap of his hips. His pelvis ground mercilessly against her aching clit, sending electric shockwaves zipping through her ravaged nerve endings.
Lisa's nails scrabbled at his sweat-slicked back, her fingers sinking into the taut muscles as she hung on for dear life. Her heavy tits bounced wildly, slapping against his chest as he fucked into her like a teenager possessed. She felt delirious with pleasure, almost
frightened by the intensity of sensation radiating from her core, as if he were trying to split her in half with his massive cock.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she chanted mindlessly, reduced to animalistic cries as he jackhammered into her, the wet slap of flesh on flesh obscenely loud in the frenzied quiet of the room.
Ivan snarled, his fingers clawing at the meat of her ass - his rhythm growing erratic as his own release barreled down on him. "Gonna...fucking...breed you..." he bit out between clenched teeth, his fingers digging bruisingly into the globes of her ass. "Pump you full of my fucking cum..."
Something about his degrading words, the thought of her own son ejaculating deep inside her unprotected womb, sent Lisa hurtling over the edge again. Her cunt seized around him in vicious spasms, muscles rippling wildly along his driving length. A silent scream tore from her raw throat as she came harder than she ever had in her life, seeing stars, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably.
Lisa heard her son grunt like an animal and felt every hot spurt, every pulsing jet as he emptied himself inside her, filling her to overflowing. It felt like he was hosing her down, saturating her innermost recesses with his virile essence. Her greedy sheath rippled and milked him, working in fluttering pulses to draw out every last drop.
Ivan groaned long and low, his fingers bruising on her hips as his cock jerked and throbbed, pumping what felt like gallons of cum directly into her hungry womb. The sheer volume was staggering, far more than she'd ever taken from Dan. Her teenage son was so potent, so rampantly fertile, and he was pouring all of that carnal vitality into her unprotected depths.
Even through the fog of her climax, some distant part of Lisa knew she should be horrified, sickened by her own wanton depravity in
letting her child inseminate her so thoroughly. The idea of his sperm swimming in her belly, seeking out her egg, should have made her recoil in disgust. But in that moment, she felt only a perverse thrill, a deep, visceral satisfaction at being so wholly claimed and marked by him.
Her pussy clenched and rippled, instinctively trying to hold his load inside, to give his seed the best chance of taking root. She wanted it, craved his hot cum painting her womb, no matter how wrong it was. The taboo of it, the sick illicitness, only made her clench harder, drawing him impossibly deeper.
As his climax finally ebbed, Ivan slumped against her, his chest heaving. Lisa clung to him, her thighs quivering where they bracketed his hips, her heart galloping against her ribs. She felt utterly wrecked, devastated in the most delicious way. Her body still pulsed and twitched with the aftershocks of her cataclysmic orgasm, little sparks of electricity dancing along her nerve endings.
The relief was staggering, the absence of pain a blessed reprieve after so long. She knew it was temporary, that the ache would return all too soon, demanding to be fucked away again. But for now, she basked in the sated lassitude weighing down her limbs, the dreamy endorphin high fogging her mind.
The following day, Lisa squirmed in the hard plastic chair beside Dan, unable to meet Dr. Larsen's probing gaze. Her face burned with shame as she stumbled through an awkward explanation of how a "substitute" for her husband had been providing the deep vaginal stimulation she needed for pain relief. The clinical words felt like acid on her tongue, a stark contrast to the filthy reality of letting her own son pound her into oblivion.
Dan sat rigidly beside her, his jaw clenched so tightly she could see a vein throbbing in his temple. Humiliation rolled off him in waves, making the small exam room feel suffocating. Lisa's stomach churned with guilt, knowing how devastating this must be for him to hear, to have their shameful arrangement laid bare.
Dr. Larsen listened intently, her expression carefully neutral even as her eyes widened slightly. If she was shocked or disturbed by Lisa's admission, she hid it well. She nodded slowly as Lisa trailed off into miserable silence.
"Well, I'm glad you've found a solution that works for you, Lisa," the doctor said evenly. "I know this isn't conventional, but your health and quality of life are the priorities here."
Lisa swallowed hard around the lump in her throat, nodding stiffly. It was surreal to have their depravity validated by a medical professional, to have her incestuous affair with Ivan reduced to a mere "unconventional treatment."
Dr. Larsen tapped her pen against the chart. "Based on what you've told me, I'm going to write you a prescription for intercourse twice daily, with a follow up appointment in two months to assess your progress. How does that sound?"
Twice daily. The words echoed in Lisa's head, making her lightheaded. The doctor was literally ordering her to fuck her teenage son at least two times a day. To submit to his huge cock pounding her pain away on a rigid schedule. It was so clinical, so matter-of-fact. As if she were being prescribed antibiotics instead of incest.
Lisa could only nod mutely, not trusting herself to speak. Dr. Larsen smiled reassuringly and stood, handing her the prescription slip. "I know this isn't easy," she stated, flashing a quick look of pity Dan's way, "but you're doing the right thing for your health, Lisa. Stay strong."
The paper felt heavy in Lisa's numb fingers as she followed her husband out of the office, the words "Sexual Intercourse 2x Daily" searing into her brain.
The drive home from the doctor's office was tense and awkward. Lisa kept her gaze fixed out the passenger window, not daring to look at Dan. Shame and guilt churned in her stomach as she clutched the prescription slip, the damning words seeming to burn through the paper.
As Dan pulled into their driveway and killed the engine, Lisa finally forced herself to face him. "I know this is little consolation, but…thank you, honey," she said quietly, her voice cracking slightly. "For being so supportive through all of this. I know it can't be easy."
Dan's jaw clenched and he stared straight ahead through the windshield. "It's not easy," he admitted tightly. "I wish to God there was another way, that I could be the one to give you what you need. But I can't." Anguish threaded his voice.
Lisa's heart twisted painfully in her chest. She reached over and laid a tentative hand on his thigh. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "that it has to be like this. That I need...our son…inside me."
Dan exhaled heavily through his nose and covered her hand with his own, squeezing gently. "Speaking of that. I do miss it you know? Being inside you."
Guilt squeezed Lisa's lungs, making it hard to breathe. It was true - they hadn't made love in nearly a week, not since she'd started relying on Ivan for her treatments.
"Maybe...maybe sometime in the near future we could make love again," she offered weakly, the words sounding hollow even to her own ears. "It's just that...what if it triggers the pain again? What if I
can't...finish...without..." She trailed off, unable to complete the awful thought.
Dan flinched, his fingers tightening around hers before he abruptly pulled away. "Right. Of course. We wouldn't wanna jeopardize your health." His voice was flat, defeated.
Lisa's stomach bottomed out as he got out of the car, slamming the door behind him. She watched him stalk into the house, his shoulders rigid with tension. Tears pricked at the backs of her eyes. She hated hurting him like this, hated the wedge she could feel driving between them with each passing day.
But what choice did she have? Her body craved the deep, powerful release only Ivan could give her. The prescription in her hand was proof of that, a medical mandate for her perverted dependency on her teenage son.
That evening, Lisa dutifully followed Dr. Larsen's prescription, submitting to Ivan's carnal desires for nearly two hours while Dan and their daughter watched a movie downstairs. But this coupling was different than their previous animalistic rutting sessions. A new sense of intimacy, of forbidden tenderness, colored their illicit acts.
Lisa found herself kissing and suckling Ivan's lean, muscular body with a reverence that went beyond mere lust. She laved her tongue along the ridges of his abs, relishing the salty tang of his skin, the way his muscles jumped and twitched beneath her ardent mouth. She took her time, mapping every inch of his virile young physique with lips and teeth and fingertips, determined to worship him in all the ways a mother shouldn't.
When she finally took his huge cock between her lips, it was with a moan of pure bliss. She loved the way he stretched her jaw, the heavy weight of him on her tongue as she slurped and suckled his
throbbing length. The musky, slightly bitter essence of his arousal flooded her senses, making her dizzy with taboo need.
Ivan's hands fisted in her hair as she bobbed up and down his straining shaft, his guttural groans of pleasure spurring her on. She took him deeper, fighting her gag reflex, driven by a desperate urge to consume him, to fuse his flesh with her own.
When he finally pulled her off and flipped her onto her back, Lisa was more than ready, aching and empty and so slick it was obscene. But instead of spearing into her straight away, Ivan surprised her by sealing his mouth over hers in a searing kiss.
Their tongues tangled and writhed, slick and fevered, as they breathed each other's air. Lisa whimpered into the hot cavern of his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of it, the filthy eroticism of French kissing her own son. It was so wrong, so depraved, but she couldn't get enough, sucking wantonly on his thrusting tongue, tasting herself on his lips.
Ivan's hands roamed her body possessively as they made out like horny teenagers, squeezing and groping, stoking the inferno raging under her skin. His touch was electric, setting off sparks that danced along her nerve endings and gathered in a molten pool low in her belly.
When he finally reached between her splayed thighs and notched the broad head of his cock against her weeping entrance, Lisa thought she might die from the anticipation. She clutched at his shoulders, nails biting into taut flesh, urging him on with the desperate roll of her hips.
"Please," she panted against his slick lips. "I need you inside me. I need you so bad it hurts."
With a low growl, Ivan surged forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in her slick heat.
Ivan's massive cock rammed into her with savage force, stretching and filling her so completely that Lisa saw stars. She clung to him desperately as he pounded her into the mattress, her body writhing and undulating beneath his punishing thrusts.
"Oh God, yes, fuck me harder," she heard herself babble incoherently, too far gone to care how she sounded, how utterly wanton and debased. All that mattered was the exquisite friction of his steely shaft sawing in and out of her swollen, throbbing flesh, stoking the inferno blazing through her veins.
Ivan snarled above her like a feral beast, his hips crashing against hers with bruising force as he rutted into her. Lisa's body jolted with each hammering impact, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly. Brutal ecstasy radiated from her ravaged core as he nailed that magic spot deep inside with ruthless precision, making colors burst behind her tightly clenched eyelids.
Her legs fell open wider, heels digging into the meat of his churning ass as she struggled to take him even deeper. The wet, obscene squelch of her juices being churned to froth filled the room, punctuated by their animalistic grunts and moans. Lisa's head thrashed on the pillow, damp tendrils of hair clinging to her flushed, sweat-slicked face.
"Gonna...fucking...breed this tight cunt," Ivan bit out savagely between clenched teeth, punctuating each word with a devastating thrust. "Pump you so full of cum..."
The degrading promise sent Lisa hurtling over the edge, her spine arching like a bow as a violent orgasm crashed through her. Convulsions racked her body, her swollen pussy clamping down on Ivan's pistoning cock in vicious spasms, muscles rippling wildly along
his length. A silent scream tore from her raw throat as wave after wave of searing bliss radiated from her erupting core, obliterating every thought and sensation beyond the feeling of her son's virile cock pounding the cum out of her.
Her limbs thrashed and flailed uncontrollably, nearly bucking her boy off as the force of her climax seized her. He grunted and tightened his bruising grip on her juddering hips, slamming into her wildly writhing body with renewed vigor even as he struggled to hang on. A twisted grin split his face as he watched his mother unravel beneath him, her body wracked with spasms of agonized ecstasy.
"That's it, Mom, fucking take it," he growled, eyes glazed with lust and savage male pride. "Cum on my big cock."
Lisa suddenly rolled them over, straddling Ivan's hips as she kissed him with fierce desperation. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, tangling wetly with his own as she ground her sopping pussy against his still-hard cock. The feel of him throbbing against her swollen folds made her dizzy with need, every nerve ending electrified and screaming for more.
She reached between their sweat-slicked bodies and grasped his steely shaft, notching the broad head against her weeping entrance. With a guttural moan, she sank down on him, taking every thick inch in one smooth glide until she was fully impaled. The stretch and burn as he split her open yet again took her breath away, her inner muscles clenching greedily around his girth.
Lisa braced her hands on Ivan's sculpted chest and started to move, rolling her hips in sinuous circles as she rode him hard and fast. The delicious drag of his veiny cock against her sensitive walls made her toes curl, bolts of electricity zinging up her spine. She threw her head back and keened, losing herself in the intoxicating rhythm, in the obscene slap of her flesh against his.
"Fuck, Mom, you're so goddamn tight," Ivan groaned beneath her, the muscles in his neck straining as he fought not to cum.
His degrading praise only spurred Lisa on, a thrill shivering through her. She wanted to prove what a good little mommy slut she was, how well she could milk his cock. She clenched her inner muscles rhythmically, rippling along his length like a fist as she bucked and bounced in his lap.
Leaning forward, she crushed her heavy tits against his chest, the sensitive tips scraping deliciously against his hair-roughened skin. Her clit ground against his pubic bone with each frantic gyration, the bundle of nerves throbbing and sparking. She felt delirious with pleasure, drunk on the feeling of her son's massive cock pumping in and out of her, driving her to new heights of ecstasy.
Without breaking rhythm, Lisa claimed Ivan's mouth in another searing kiss, panting harshly against his lips. She thrust her tongue into the wet heat of his mouth, fucking it in time to the bobbing, humping motion of her sweaty rounded ass. It was filthy and wrong, but she couldn't get enough, greedy for every depraved sensation.
Ivan's hands roamed feverishly over her writhing body, squeezing and kneading her ass, skimming up her sweat-slicked back to tangle in her hair. He tugged her head back and attacked her throat with sharp teeth and suckling kisses, marking her as his. Lisa whimpered and clenched around him, pushing back into his ruthless grip, craving his domination even as she rode him wildly.
Lisa's entire body seized up as her second orgasm finally crested, every muscle locking tight. A hoarse cry ripped from her throat as the most intense pleasure she'd ever experienced slammed into her like a freight train, radiating out from her rippling core. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around Ivan's pumping cock, rippling along his length as a flood of liquid heat gushed from her depths, soaking them both.
In that same instant, Ivan threw his head back with an animalistic roar, his fingers digging bruises into her churning hips as his own climax overtook him. Lisa felt his cock swell impossibly larger inside her before it erupted, painting her clutching sheath with what seemed like endless ropes of molten seed. Jet after scorching jet pulsed into her, soothing the aching depths of her womb.
As their orgasms peaked in perfect unison, something extraordinary happened. A blinding white light exploded behind Lisa's tightly clenched eyelids and she felt herself being ripped from reality. It was as if their joined bodies were hurtling through time and space, ascending to some higher plane of pure ecstasy. Every nerve ending, every cell, vibrated with rapture, their physical forms dissolving until there was nothing but searing bliss.
Lisa clung to Ivan desperately as the surreal sensations crashed over her in relentless waves. She had no sense of up or down, no awareness of anything beyond the feeling of her son pulsing inside her, fusing them into one entity. Their heartbeats thundered in sync, their ragged breaths intermingling as jolts of electricity crackled along their skin.
She didn't know how long they floated in that magical dimension, lost to everything but each other and the transcendent pleasure binding their bodies and souls. It could have been mere seconds or a blissful eternity. All Lisa knew was that in that suspended moment, she had never felt so complete, so utterly connected to another human being. It was as if she and Ivan had become one perfect creature, melded in the crucible of ultimate rapture.
Gradually, reality filtered back in and Lisa became aware of her physical body once more. She was slumped bonelessly on top of her gasping son, his softening cock still buried deep inside her drenched channel. Their sweat-slicked skin clung together as their chests heaved in tandem, struggling to draw air into burning lungs.
Aftershocks zinged through her nerve endings, little sparks and twitches that made her clench weakly around him.
With a shaky exhale, Lisa forced her leaden eyelids open. She found Ivan watching her with a dazed, wondering expression that she knew mirrored her own. A slow, sated smile curved his well-kissed lips and he reached up to brush a few strands of damp hair off her flushed face with tender fingers.
"That was..." he started, then she cut him off.
"Transcendent," she sighed.
"Yeah, that," he agreed, not sure what it meant but it certainly sounded like a word that captured their experience.
With the rest of the family out of the house, Dan's heart pounded as he crept into Ivan's room the next day. His fingers shook as he rifled through dresser drawers and lifted the mattress, searching desperately for the lockbox full of photos that had become both his tormentor and his only hope. Sweat gathered at his hairline and trickled down his neck, the musty scent of his wife and son's vigorous sexual sessions filling his nostrils.
There! Wedged behind the headboard, the rusted metal corner of the box peeked out. Dan's stomach lurched as he pried it free with trembling hands. This was it, the key to ending this nightmare once and for all. Ivan had been careless, cocky in his belief that he had Dan completely under his thumb. But he'd underestimated the desperation of a man watching his marriage crumble before his eyes.
The lock gave way easily under his crowbar, the contents spilling out onto the rumpled bedspread. Dan's breath caught in his chest as he stared down at the damning photos, the images seared into his brain.
With shaking fingers, he gathered them up and carried them to the kitchen.
He stood over the sink, chest heaving, as he fed the polaroids into the garbage disposal one by one. The machine groaned and sputtered as it chewed up the evidence of his sordid past, the sound impossibly loud in the empty house. He imagined he could hear Ivan's hold over him being obliterated too, the chains of his blackmail snapping link by link.
When the last photo disappeared into the churning blades, Dan sagged against the counter, eyes burning. It was over. The sick game his teenage son had been playing, the twisted manipulation that had poisoned his family...it ended now. Ivan no longer had any leverage, any power. Dan was finally free.
Dan drove down to the park where he knew Ivan was playing basketball, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. Anger and determination coursed through him, steeling his resolve. He was going to put an end to this sick arrangement once and for all.
Ivan was laughing and horsing around with his buddies when Dan approached, the carefree sounds grating on his frayed nerves. He cleared his throat loudly, causing Ivan to turn. The mocking grin that split his son's face when he saw him made Dan's blood boil.
"What's up, Dad?" Ivan asked, sauntering over. "Here to cheer me on?"
Dan gritted his teeth, barely restraining himself from wiping that smug look off the boy's face with his fist. "We need to talk. Now."
Something in his tone must have penetrated Ivan's bravado, because his smile faltered slightly. He shrugged and followed Dan to a secluded picnic table, out of earshot of his friends.
"What's got your panties in a twist?" Ivan drawled as he sprawled on the bench.
Dan leaned forward, his eyes burning into his son's. "It's over, Ivan. Your sick little game, your blackmail. It ends now."
Ivan's brows shot up. "Oh yeah? And how exactly do you figure that?"
"I found the lockbox behind your headboard. The photos. And I destroyed them." Dan felt a vicious thrill as he watched the color drain from Ivan's face. "You don't have any more leverage over me. This disgusting 'arrangement' with your mother is done."
For a moment, Ivan looked stricken, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. But then a sly, ugly smirk twisted his lips. "You sure you wanna do that, Dad? Cut Mom off from her...treatments?"
Dan's stomach clenched, but he forced himself to keep his voice steady. "It's not right, what you're doing to her. Preying on her pain for your own twisted satisfaction. She'll understand that it has to stop."
Ivan barked a harsh laugh. "Will she though? Because from where I'm standing, Mom needs my cock. Craves it. You really think she'll be happy to hear that you're denying her the only relief she's found?"
Bile rose in Dan's throat at the crude words, the insinuation behind them. He knew Lisa had grown dependent on Ivan's depraved ministrations, that she'd come to rely on their son to ease her suffering. The thought of destroying her fragile peace, of watching her deteriorate back into that shell of agony...it made his heart constrict.
Ivan leaned forward, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "You think you can just pull the plug now? After Mom's had a taste of what
real pleasure feels like? What it's like to finally be free from that constant agony?"
Dan's stomach churned, his fists clenching at his sides. He wanted to lash out, to wipe that smug look off his son's face. But Ivan's words wormed their way into his brain, insidious and mocking.
"She's hooked on it now, Dad. Addicted to the way I make her cum so hard she forgets her own name. The way I pound that pain right out of her." Ivan's voice dripped with obscene relish. "You really think she'll thank you for taking that away? For condemning her back to a life of misery just to soothe your ego?"
Revulsion shuddered through Dan. He wanted to deny it, to believe that Lisa would choose him, their marriage vows, over the twisted relief Ivan provided. But even as the protest formed on his tongue, it turned to ashes.
Because he'd seen the blissed out look on his wife's face after her 'sessions' with their son. The way she'd practically glowed, her eyes sparkling, her limbs loose and languid like they hadn't been in years. Could he really snatch that away from her? Watch the life drain from her eyes, the pain creep back in, knowing he was the cause?
Ivan smirked, triumph already curling his lips as he watched the indecision play across Dan's face. "Face it, Dad. I'm the only one who can give Mom what she really needs now. What she craves. You take that away, and she'll resent you forever. Is that what you want?"
Dan's shoulders slumped, all the fight draining out of him. As much as it killed him to admit it, Ivan was right. He was trapped in a nightmare of his own making, and there was no escape. Not without destroying Lisa in the process.
In the coming weeks, the daily fuck-sessions between Lisa and Ivan continued, just as the doctor prescribed. Twice a day, every day, Ivan plowed into his mom's aching cunt, pounding her into oblivion until the pain was obliterated by mind-shattering orgasms. It became routine, almost clinical in its regularity, yet no less intensely pleasurable each time.
Lisa found herself growing more and more dependent on her son's huge cock. She craved it constantly, her body humming with need until he filled her up again, stretching her deliciously. The shame still burned, but it was eclipsed by the all-consuming relief, the pure ecstasy she could only find impaled on Ivan's thick shaft.
As the weeks passed, the prescribed twice daily sessions started to feel inadequate to keep the ache at bay. Lisa's pussy throbbed and burned, demanding her son's cock more frequently. She tried to ignore it at first, gritting her teeth against the discomfort, the gnawing emptiness. But finally, she couldn't take it anymore.
At her next doctor's appointment, Lisa found herself lying, telling Dr. Larsen that the pain was creeping back in, that she needed more frequent treatments. The doctor frowned but nodded, scribbling out a new prescription. "Intercourse three times daily until your next visit. We'll reassess then."
Lisa's cheeks burned with mingled shame and anticipation as she clutched the slip of paper. She knew it was wrong, manipulating the situation to get more of Ivan's addictive cock. But she was desperate for it, aching to be filled to bursting over and over.
Dan was less than thrilled with the new development, his jaw tightening as Lisa hesitantly told him about the increased prescription. "Three times a day? Christ, Lisa..."
She saw the hurt and anger in his eyes, the unspoken accusation. That she was taking things too far, losing herself to this twisted
need. But he didn't voice it aloud, just sighed in resignation and looked away. There was nothing more to say.
Ivan, on the other hand, was ecstatic at the news. His cock practically sprang to attention when Lisa informed him, a lewd grin splitting his face. "Hear that, Mom? Doctor's orders. Gotta keep this hungry pussy stuffed full of dick."
He grabbed her possessively, already tugging at her clothes. Lisa shivered, her exhausted cunt clenching weakly. It had only been an hour since their last session, but her son's enthusiasm was contagious, reigniting the embers of need banked low in her core.
And so it went - Ivan pounding her cunt three times a day like clockwork, reducing her to a writhing, mewling mess. Her entire world narrowed down to the feeling of her son's massive cock splitting her open, fusing their flesh, driving her to peaks of rapture she hadn't known existed.
Life in the Jackson household continued on with a veneer of normalcy, the daily routines and rhythms unchanged on the surface. Breakfast was made, the kids were shuffled off to school, Dan left for work. Lisa went through the motions of laundry and errands and meal prep as she always had, a freshly-fucked smile plastered on her face.
But behind closed doors, everything had changed. Her body was no longer her own, her holes now the property of her teenage son to use as he saw fit. Three times a day like clockwork, Ivan would find her, bend her over the nearest surface, and take what was his. In the laundry room, in the kitchen, on the living room sofa - nowhere was sacred as long as they were home alone. His huge cock would split her open, pounding into her sore, ravaged cunt with ruthless intensity until she was reduced to a quivering, mewling mess.
Sometimes he wanted more, his teenage libido insatiable. He would keep her in bed for hours, plowing into her over and over until her sheets were soaked with sweat and her thighs were slick with their combined juices. Lisa lost count of her orgasms, the pleasure-pain blurring into a haze of mindless ecstasy.
She found herself craving it constantly, always aching to be stretched and filled by her son's thick meat. She delighted in sucking on him, getting his shaft hard and wet with saliva – ready to plow her needy depths. When he was in her, the pain disappeared, obliterated by the feel of him pulsing deep in her core. She was addicted to it, to him, a junkie desperate for her next fix.
Yet still she played the role of devoted wife and mother, helping with homework and fixing dinner, pretending everything was fine. Even as Ivan's cum leaked from her freshly fucked hole, even as the ache returned, the need to be split open, to feel that big dick in her womb again, gnawing at her.
Weeks turned into months, and soon the swell of Lisa's belly could no longer be ignored. The looks that passed between her and Ivan held a dark, knowing gleam, even as Dan steadfastly pretended not to notice. He threw himself into the role of doting father-to-be, accompanying Lisa to doctor's appointments, poring over name books, converting the guest room into a nursery.
But the charade rang hollow. They all knew the truth, the unspoken reality that hung over the household like a shadow. This baby, the child growing in Lisa's womb, was no baby of Dan's. It was the product of her illicit union with their teenage son, the proof of their unholy bond made flesh.
So she smiled and nodded and let him paint the nursery, all the while feeling the baby kick and turn inside her, a constant reminder of her
betrayal. Ivan would catch her eye in those moments, a secretive smirk playing about their lips.
Her son's cock still pounded into her three times a day without fail, even throughout her pregnancy - doctor's orders. Dan could often hear the rhythmic slap of flesh and the animalistic grunts and moans through the thin walls. But he never said a word, just retreated further into himself, into his willful delusion.
Lisa couldn't bear to compound his humiliation further by making love to him. The one time he tried to initiate sex, sliding a tentative hand up her thigh in the dark of their bedroom, she flinched away as if burned, mumbling excuses. The hurt in his eyes, quickly shuttered away, had pierced her to the core. But the thought of him touching her, trying to stake his claim on her defiled body, made her stomach turn.
So she offered placating kisses, chaste pecks on the cheek or forehead, even as Ivan's baby grew her womb. She cuddled into his side on the couch, let him stroke her hair as they watched TV, all the while anticipating the feel of their son's cock moving inside her.
Only with Ivan did she feel whole, complete. When he was buried inside her cunt, his huge cock pulsing in her depths, everything else fell away. The pain, the guilt, the sham of her marriage. In those moments, they were the only two people in the world, fused together in blissful sin. Ivan was her cure.
THE END