extrem incest

Emily, Audrey’s neighbor blabs out the story of how she had used a love potion on her husband the previous night. While Audrey scoffs at the tale, not believing in the likes of such things as love potions and aphrodisiacs, she wonders if there might really be such a thing. Hearing Emily go on and on about it, Audrey decides to give it a try. It might put a little love life back in her marriage of eighteen years, she thinks. Finding out where to get it, she buys some from a crafty old black woman. Then she sets out to seduce her husband, Henry when he comes home from work. But unknown to her, he calls home to tell her that he has to spend the night in the city wining and dining a client. and won’t be home. She isn’t there and so he leaves the message with their teenage son, Perry, who is supposed to be spending the night with a friend. Blissfully ignorant, she sets the seduction scheme into motion and awaits the arrival of her husband. Then, when it is too late to stop her wicked plot, she finds herself alone for the night with her teenage son, Perry…

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“You sure are acting chipper this morning,” Audrey said, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I feel wonderful,” chirped Emily, “I feel like a new woman.”

“So what brought about this miraculous transformation?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

“You promise not to laugh,” Emily giggled, setting her coffee cup down on the table.

“Oh, don’t be so secretive about it. It can’t be that weird.”

“It is.”

“Are you going to tell me or not?”

“Only if you promise not to tell anyone else about it.”

“Oh, for God’s sake, Emily,” Audrey groaned, “will you just tell me?”

“Well,” Emily said, lowering her voice secretively, “I used a love potion on George last night.”

“What?” Audrey choked, spewing coffee out all over the table.

“I used a love potion on George last night,” Emily repeated, a little louder this time, “and it worked wonderfully.”

“A love potion?” Audrey gave Emily a “you-don’t-expect-me-to-really-believe-that” grin as she wiped up the coffee she had just spewed it out all over the table.

“See, I told you that you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Come on, Emily, this is the nineties. People don’t believe in that kind of stuff any more.”

“Well, I do. And it works.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Okay, don’t take my word for it. I just made it all up.”

“That’s what I thought,” Audrey grinned smugly.

“Oh, you can be a real pain in the ass, sometimes, Audrey,” Emily groaned.

“You mean to tell me that you really expect me to believe that you did use a potion on George?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Where in heaven’s name did you find anything like that?”

“Loraine’s maid. You know the black girl who helps her out around the house a couple of times a week. Well, she, the maid, has this friend who makes the stuff.”

“I can’t believe this… “

“Well, believe it. I am speaking from experience. It really works.”

“You’re pulling my leg, aren’t you?”

“If you aren’t going to take me serious,” Emily growled, getting up from the table, “I am just going to leave.”

“Oh, okay,” Audrey laughed, “sit down. I just have a hard time believing that those kinds of things actually exist.”

“Hey, you keep complaining about Henry,” Emily grinned lecherously, “why don’t you get some and try it on him.”

“Right. I wish!”

“Do it,” Emily urged her, “then you’ll be a believer too.”

“I don’t know… “

“Oh, come on, fraidy cat.”

“How do you get it?”

“Well, it is kind of expensive,” Emily grinned, “but worth every penny.”

“How much?”

“Fifty dollars for enough for two four doses.”

“Wow, that is expensive.”

“But that’ll buy you four fun filled nights if you just use it on Henry,” Emily bubbled, “or two mind-blowing romps if you both take it.”

“Huh? Both?”

“Yeah, you can take it too,” Emily explained, “I did and WOW! I never felt anything like it. It was like I couldn’t get enough, if you know what I mean. “I had to have it all. And I wanted it all night long… “

“I don’t know… “

“What have you got to loose?”

Sex had become a little boring between her and Henry, but this seemed to be an outlandish way of spicing it up, she thought to herself. If it even worked…

“Well, if I did want to try it out,” Audrey muttered, almost under her breath, “where would I get some?”

“Here, I’ll give you the address of the lady,” Emily giggled, opening her purse and digging around inside until she came out with a pen and some paper.

“I’ll give her a call as soon as I get home to vouch for you,” she told Audrey as she scrawled the woman’s address down on the paper.

“Here,” she beamed, handing the paper to Audrey, “and you’ll be thanking me for this. I guarantee it.”

“This better not be some elaborate practical joke, Emily Stone,” she laughed, folding the paper and stuffing it down inside her brassiere.

“It is no joke, my dear,” Emily said seriously, getting to her feet. “You’ll see.”

Audrey drove down the street of ramshackle shacks looking for the address written on the paper. Finally, she spotted it and stopped. This is silly, she told herself as she reached down and turned the engine off. I should just crank up and leave before I find out that this is some kind of trick…

But curiosity got the best of her and she slipped out of the car. Looking around furtively, she slowly walked up the house that was conspicuously different from its neighbors. It was surrounded by a lush green lawn and a cheerful little white picket fence unlike the dirt and weeds surrounding the other house up and down the street. The house itself sparkled with a new coat of paint unlike the aged and weather worn houses next to it. Whoever lived there seemed to care about appearance, while all the others had given up on such trivialities.

Pushing open the gate, she walked up to the house and tentatively knocked on the door.

As she stood waiting, she noticed that a late model cadillac sat in the driveway next to the house. Whoever lived here was doing pretty well, compared to the other tenants living on the street, she thought to herself.

“Yeah, who is it,” came a gravely voice from inside.

“Uh, uh, Audrey Allen,” she gulped, feeling her mouth suddenly go dry, “Uh, uh, Emily Stone sent me, uh, over to uh, to buy some, some, uh, potion.”

“Well, don’t just stand out there on the porch,” the voice commanded, “Come inside where I can see you.”

Apprehensively, Audrey pushed on the door and watched it slowly open.

Stepping inside, she saw an ancient black woman sitting at a brightly painted table.

“Honey chile,” the black woman smiled, “what kind a potion you need?”

“Uh, my friend, my friend, Emily,”‘ she stammered, “she said, she said I could get some, some love potion from you.”

“Chile, what you need with love potion? You a right perty young woman.”

Audrey watched the big, fat lady’s mouth open and close as she spoke. She had never seen so much gold in one person’s mouth in her whole life. There had to be at least fifty thousand dollars of gold crowns inside the woman’s mouth.

“Uh, uh, I don’t know,” she muttered, surprised by the interrogation.

“I guess that everybody gots their reasons,” the old woman cackled, slapping herself on the knee. “But if I hads a body and looks like you, I’d have to be beating the bucks off me. I won’t be needing no potion.”

“I, uh, I’m married,” Audrey foolishly tried to explain, “and, it, uh, I’m just looking, uh, looking to put a little fire back in, in, uh, you know.”

“Well, you came to the right place,” the old charmer said, slowly pushing a fruit jar half full of clear liquid across the table toward her, “cause this stuff will surely do that.”

Audrey stared down at the crystal-clear solution sloshing around in the jar, wondering if she really wanted to go through with it or not.

“That’ll be fifty-five dollars.”

“But, but, Emily said it was fifty dollars,” Audrey complained, reaching into her purse.

“Supply and demand, honey,” the old, black matriarch sniggered, “supply and demand.”

“Oh, okay,” Audrey snorted, handing the woman a fifty dollar bill and five ones.

“It better work,” she went on, picking up the bottle and twisting the cap to make sure it was on tight before dropping it into her purse.

“It will,” the old woman chuckled, giving Audrey another golden smile, “but be very careful of how you use it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Once yuh take it, or give it to somebody else, it’s gonna work. That’s it. Whoever takes it has to make love. There ain’t no stopping it once yuh drink it. So make damn sure you ready cause yuh caint be stoppin it once it starts.”

“You sure are certain about that?”

“Lady, me been making that stuff for nigh on to fifty years. I knows it works. And I ain’t never heard of anybody being able to stop it once they take it.”

“How much do you take?” Audrey asked with a timid smile.

“Only use two teaspoons for one dose. Two for the doe and two for the buck. Okay?”

“Uh, two teaspoons for each person.”

“Dat’s right and it takes bout twenty or thirty minutes to work. Some peoples quicker and some peoples slower. Okay?”

“Uh, okay.”

“Dares enough in dare for five doses. I gives my new custmers ana extry dose fer good luck.” She cackled fiendishly.

“Uh, Thanks.”

“But with my potions,” the old crone snickered, throwing her head back and clapping her hands together. “You don’t be need any luck cause you got it all inside the bottle.”

Wondering what the old witch meant, Audrey hurried down the steps, nearly tripping as she ran to her car. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the huge black woman standing in the doorway watching her with a lecherous smile on her face. Or was she just imagining it, she wondered as she slipped into her car. Maybe it was just nerves. Funny, she mused, her life was already a little more exciting and she hadn’t even taken any of the damned potion…

“Perry, do you think you could spend the night over at Mack’s tomorrow night?” Audrey asked her son as he sat down at the table.

“Huh?” he grunted, watching his mother slide a plate of cookies and glass of milk in front of him.

“I would like to spend some time alone with your father tomorrow night,” she smiled innocently, “if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Uh, okay, I guess. I can ask,” he grinned at her.

“I would really appreciate it. And don’t say anything to your father. I want it to be a surprise.”

“What do you have in mind for him?” he snickered.

“How are the cookies?” She asked him, ignoring the innuendo in his remark.

“Great,” he laughed, grabbing up the cookies and milk and heading out the door.

“And at your age, Mom,” he snipped at her as he ducked out the door, “you ought to be ashamed of yourself.”

“You watch your mouth, boy,” she bantered back at him. “I’m not too old to paddle you, you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know… “

Wanting to keep her plan a surprise, Audrey didn’t say a word to Henry that night about her purchase. And as usual, by nine-thirty, Henry was fast asleep…

The next afternoon Audrey left the house around two. She had planned to have a leisurely lunch and then stop by Frederick’s to buy her ‘costume’ for the evening’s planned festivities. It was three when she finally strolled into Frederick’s…

Across town, Perry was just getting home from school…

As Perry set his bookbag down on the table, the phone rang, startling him. Grinning sheepishly, he picked up the receiver.

“Hello, Allen residence.”

“Perry. This is your Dad,” he heard his father say.

“I sort of figured that it was you by the way your voice sounds,” Perry went on sarcastically.

“Smart Ass. Is your mother there?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, “But let me check.”

“MOM,” he yelled out, “ARE YOU HOME?”

After several moments of silence, he spoke into the receiver.

“Naw, I don’t know where she is.”

Perry laughed to himself, remembering that his mother had some big plan for his dad that night and she was probably out getting stuff for their big night.

“Well, I’m afraid that I’m going to have to work late tonight,” his father went on. “One of our biggest clients blew into town today and we working up a case for him right now. And after that, he will expect to be wined and dined all night long.”

“Mom isn’t going to like that,” Perry warned his father, trying not to give away her plan.

“Tell her that I’m going to have to spend the night in the city,” he said, “but tell her that I will make it up to her tomorrow night. Tell her I’ll take her to Galleria’s for dinner.”

“Okay, but I bet she’s going to be mad.”

“Nothing I can do about it,” his father went on, “so just tell her for me. Okay?”

“Will do.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Okay.”

Hanging up the phone, Perry knew his mother was going to be pissed off.

Well, it’s a good thing that I am going to spend the night at Mack’s, he told himself, because it wouldn’t be pleasant around the house with his mother in a foul mood. Glancing down at his watch, he saw that it was a little after three. Maybe he would go ahead and go over to Mack’s and they could go play some games or something. That way he wouldn’t have to face his mother alone…

Audrey spent almost an hour shopping before she finally made her purchase. Looking down at her watch as she left the store, she saw that she only had an hour and a half before Henry would be arriving home. He was always home by five-thirty. And tonight, she wanted to be ready to surprise him when he walked in the door. Ready to give him the surprise of his life. She could hardly wait as she felt a tickle of excitement run through her pussy…

Getting home, she jumped out of the car and hurried into the house. She only had a little more than an hour to get herself ready. Popping into the shower, she quickly washed and dried off. Scurrying back into the bedroom, she gleefully and opened the box from Frederick’s. Standing in front of the mirror, she pulled out a shiny, black satin corset and held it up in front of her. It would be perfect, she thought as she bent over and slowly pulled it up her long, shapely legs. Tugging it up over her tight belly, she yanked it up under her big, round, pendulous breasts. She had chosen this corset because it displayed her breasts perfectly. Her breasts, once pert and proud, had sagged down over the years, but this corset fit up underneath them, making the seem even bigger and rounder than ever. Perfect, because Henry was a big breast man and he would really appreciate what it did for her droopy mammaries. Pulling the thin, black straps up over her shoulders, she turned around to check out the view of her backside where the shiny, black material hugged her buttocks tightly highlighting its round perfection wonderfully. And the sweep of the low, sexy scooped back that swept almost down to the crack in her ass. Very nice, she grinned to herself. Very nice indeed. Turning back around, she reached down to the crotch of the corset. Feeling around for a moment, she found the snap and jerked on it. As she did, the flap covering her womanhood snapped open revealing her glistening pussy in all its glory. She was ready for anything now, she laughed to herself as she refastened it.

Pulling out a lacy black choker, she positioned it around her neck and fastened it. It made her neck seem more slender. Then she walked over to her jewelry box, admiring the way her big, heavy tits bobbled and shook above the contrasting black of the corset as she walked. Lifting out the delicate gold necklace that Henry had given her for their last anniversary, she fastened in around her neck, letting the tiny gold rose dangle down between her breasts. Glancing down at her watch, she saw that it was already five fifteen…

“Man, I don’t feel good,” Mack told Perry.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, but I feel like I’m gonna throw up.”

“Well, stick your head out the window,” Perry ordered him, “and don’t throw up in my car.”

“I think I can hold it until I get home,” Mack groaned, burping. “It’s only a couple more blocks.”

“Please try,” Perry said sarcastically.

Tromping down on the accelerator, Perry gunned the car. Pulling up in front of Mack’s house, he jumped out and jerked open Mack’s door.

“Man, I’m sorry, but I think I’m going to have to cancel the stay over,” Mack moaned as the blood drained out of his face.

“Uh, that’s okay,” Perry told him, helping his friend up to the house where they were met by Mack’s mother.

“What is wrong with you?” she asked taking hold of Mack’s arm.

“Sick,” he whimpered.

“Thanks for bringing him home, Perry,” she said.

“Sure,” Perry said as she pulled Mack into the house behind her.

Perry watched as the door closed, leaving him standing in front of the house alone.

Looking down at his watch, Perry saw that it was five-fifteen. His dad would be getting home pretty soon…

“Oh. Shit!” he exclaimed as he remembered the phone call from his father. And then he remembered that hadn’t given his mother his father’s message. she would kill him, he groaned as he hurried out to his car. Yep, she would have his ass, for sure, he told himself as he started the car and pulled away from the curb. Well, he was only about fifteen minutes from the house, so maybe he could make it before she expected his dad home. Driving as fast as he dared, he sped toward their house…

Carefully, she measured out two teaspoons of the clear liquid into one glass and did the same into another glass. Picking up one glass, she brought it up to her nose and sniffed it. It had a faint cinnamon smell. It wasn’t unpleasant, but she wondered how it would taste. Looking down at her watch one last time, she started to bring the glass up to her lips. Then she set the glass back down. She could feel her heart pounding from the excitement that was coursing through her body. She decided to wait until she heard Henry’s car. Would it really work? If it didn’t she was going to make a blazing fool of herself. Well, she had come this far. She was going to go the rest of the way. She was going to do it…

Turning into the driveway, Perry slammed on the brakes and the car came to a grinding stop…

There he was. Henry was home, she grinned, picking up the glass. Quickly, she brought to her lips and tipped the glass up. As the cool fluid flowed over her tongue, she detected hints of several spicy condiments. The potion had a little bite to it, but overall, it wasn’t bad tasting, she thought as she swallowed it.

“Well, I did it,” she giggled out loud, “Now nothing can stop it. So the lady said.”

Setting her glass down, she quickly strolled over to the doorway and stopped. Striking a provocative pose, she waited for Henry to come in through the door leading out into the garage…

Perry grabbed the knob and jerked the door open. Starting to step into the kitchen, he stopped dead in his tracks. His mother was standing in the doorway across the room wearing nothing but a sexy corset with her big, beautiful tits hanging out for the whole world to see…

The smile on her lips instantly disappeared as her jaw dropped and her hands shot up to cover her bare breasts.

“PERRIIIIEEEEEE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” she shrieked as she jumped behind the door.

“I, uh, oh, crap, I, uh, Mack is sick,” he muttered, turning as red as a firetruck.

“Just great,” she groaned, realizing the predicament she was now in.

She had already taken the potion and now Perry was home. Well, she would just have to drag Henry up to their bedroom or talk him into renting a motel room for the night. One more fine mess she had gotten herself into.

“And, uh, Dad, uh, Dad called this afternoon,” he mumbled.

“What did you say?”

“I said that Dad called this afternoon,” he repeated a little louder, “and he has to stay in the city tonight.”

“Oh, My God,” she gasped.

What was she to do now?

Then as she stood hiding behind the door, she remembered what the old black witch had said.

“Once yuh take it, or give it to somebody else, its gonna work. That’s it. Whoever takes it has to make love. There ain’t no stopping it once yuh drink it. So make damn sure you ready cause yuh caint be stoppin it once it starts.”

“Oh, Lord,” she groaned, jumping out from behind the door and tearing across the room and up the stairs…

Perry had watched his mother pop out from behind the door and streak across the room. He couldn’t help admiring her beautiful rearend bounce and bob as she fled up the stairs. He wished he could have seen her tits again, but that once was enough to give his cock a tickle of excitement. She certainly had some pretty boobs for an older woman…

Flying into her bedroom, she slammed the door behind her and flounced down on her bed. What was she going to do now? If what the old lady said was true, something disastrous could happen. Suddenly, she had an ominous feeling about the night…

But surely it couldn’t make her do anything with her son. No, the lady must have meant a lover. It couldn’t make her have sex with Perry. Never…

Shaking his head in disbelief at what had just happened, Perry stepped over to the table. Looking down, he saw two glasses setting on the table. One was empty and the other one had a little water in the bottom of it. At least it looked like water. Was his mom into some weird kind of drugs, he wondered as he picked up the glass up and held it up to his nose. He sniffed it.

“Smells like cinnamon,” he said out loud.

Could it be some kind of liqueur, he wondered. Slowly, he brought the glass to his lips. Tipping it back, he let the clear, cool liquid trickle into his mouth. Not bad, he thought. Nothing spectacular, but not an unpleasant taste…

Looking down at her watch, she saw that it had been ten minutes since she had ingested the deadly brew. Nothing yet. Maybe it wouldn’t work on her. Maybe it was all just a big joke. She certainly hoped so…

It didn’t have much of a kick to it for a liquor, Perry thought as he went over to the refrigerator and opened it…

Fifteen minutes and she didn’t feel any different. Maybe, just maybe she would be saved, she thought…

Pouring himself a glass of milk, Perry opened the cookie jar and grabbed a handful of cookies. Smiling to himself as he recalled how his mother had looked standing in the door with her tits hanging out, he headed for his room…

Another quick glance at her watch. Twenty minutes and nothing. But wait. What was that, she asked herself as she felt a tiny little tickle deep inside of her pussy. Could it be happening, she asked herself.

“Please, God, don’t let it happen,” she pleaded out loud.

But even as she beseeched him, the itch began to grow until her whole pussy was tingling.

Then as the fire inside her pussy grew, she suddenly pictured a parade of cocks marching through her head. Big ones, small ones, fat ones, skinny ones, straight ones, crooked ones, hard ones, soft ones; they all danced around inside her head as the itch inside of her pussy was becoming unbearable. Then she knew that there was only one way to stop the fiery itch inside of her cunt…

Perry flopped down on his bed and began devouring his cookies and milk. That’s funny, he thought to himself as he popped the last little bit of cookie into his mouth, I’m horny. What was going on? Only minutes ago, he had felt normal, but now all he could think about was pussy.

“I need a hot, wet, juicy pussy,” he muttered, unbuckling his pants and peeling them off.

“Damn, what a boner,” he groaned as he stared down at his steel hard prick jutting out of his groin. It was so fucking hard, it ached. He watched his cock bound up and down for several moments before he finally reached down and began stroking it. It felt good, but he soon realized that it wasn’t going to be enough. He had to have some pussy. Damn, he had never felt like this before. He knew he would die if he didn’t get some pussy, and soon. God, where could he get some cunt. There wasn’t anybody around but his mother. No, no, he caught himself thinking. He couldn’t do that. Not to his mother…

But if he didn’t get some pussy soon, he was going to go stark, raving mad.

“What in the hell is going on?” he muttered as his head began to spin. He felt like he was drunk, but not the whiskey kind of drunk. He was drunk with desire. Rolling out of his bed, he stood by his bed swaying as he feverishly wondered what to do…

RIGHT AND WRONG, GOOD AND BAD

The fire between her legs was scorching her very soul.

“No, no, I can’t do that,” she wailed, “I can’t do that to my own flesh and blood.”

“Please, please, don’t make me do this.”

But even as she spoke, she could feel the distinction between right and wrong getting blurry in her mind. What, only moments before had been a firm and concrete difference between good and evil was now only a memory as right and wrong, good and evil all blended into one emotion. Lust. And it filled her mind with filthy thoughts of her son.

As hard as she fought it, she knew that she couldn’t beat it. It was pushing her toward the door. She had to find a man. She had to have a man inside of her. But, there was only man available…

No, she couldn’t let herself go to him. She knew that if she saw him, she would have to have him. Have him inside of her. Her dear, sweet son. Have her dear, sweet son inside of her. Inside of her, filling her with his hard, hot cock. And filling her with his hot, sweet cum…

Perry thought his cock would explode into a thousand pieces if he didn’t find a woman very soon. He was going crazy. He didn’t know what to do. Grabbing himself, he tried to beat his prick into submission, but the harder he stroked it, the worse the need for a vagina grew.

“It’s not doing any good?” he groaned, letting go of his prick and watching it dance and bob malignantly.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help it,” he cried out, lurching toward the door…

The next thing she knew, she was standing by the door, her hand on the knob.

“Don’t do it,” she growled to herself, “don’t open that door or you’ll spend eternity in hell. Don’t do it.”

She felt her hand disobey and slowly turn the knob.

“No, no, I can’t,” she moaned as she opened the door.

She could almost feel the flames licking out of her burning cunt as she stepped out into the hall…

Throwing open the door, Perry stumbled outside to find his mother weaving slowly down the hall toward him.

“Mother, what is happening to me?” he shouted out at her, his eyes immediately fastening on her bobbling, wiggling breasts.

“Oh, no, you didn’t,” she blurted out, her eyes shooting down to his crotch and the nine inch iron rod jutting out at her. “You didn’t drink. You didn’t drink out of the glass on the table did you?”

“Yes. Yes, I did,” he muttered, clambering toward her. “Why? Was it poison?”

“Yes. Yes. It was poison,” she whimpered, still reeling down the hall toward him. “Poison to our souls. Poison to our souls.”

As she stumbled the last few feet to him, she reached down between her legs and tore open the flaps of material that covered her seething manhole.

They finally met on the landing above the stairs. As they clashed together, she pulled him to the floor. Frantically rolling over onto her back, she threw her legs apart and pulled him down between them.

“Oh, put it in me,” she panted, digging down between their bodies for his jutting manhood. “Fuck, put it in me, please, now, put your fucking cock in me.”

Finally she found him and wrapped her hot hand around his throbbing hardness.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she squealed as she pushed his cock down toward the seething hole between her legs.

She couldn’t wait to feel her son’s giant prick inside of her. Shoving and twisting it, she forced the great swollen cockhead down into the slavering wetness of her cunt.

“Oh, God,” she gasped as she heard her son grunt and slam himself down into her waiting pit.

“Oh, Fuck,” he growled as his hips began to snap back and forth like a broken spring, pounding his prick into her like a crazy man.

As he hammered his rock hard cock into her, she threw her legs up in the air and began to beat her heels down on his ricocheting ass. The sounds of their flesh slapping against each other sounded like two heavy weight fighter’s slamming their fists into each other as they furiously fucked each other.

Scratching and clawing at his back, she pulled him deeper and deeper into the hot, clutching depths of her cunt. Milking and pulling on his rampaging prick with her cunt, she coaxed him on and on.

Like some evil, two headed monster trying to beat itself to death, they grappled and wrestled savagely as they sought release from the torment inside them.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” she blathered as her hands roamed all over him, touching, pushing, pulling at him.

He felt like as strong as a lion as he brutally raped his mother. There had never been anything like this in the whole world before them. They were the first lovers in the whole world. Love couldn’t be any sweeter or deeper, they thought as they made sweet, passionate love.

Why hadn’t they fucked before, she drunkenly wondered as their bodies slapped together. Nothing could ever be so sweet. To fuck the one person you loved the most in the whole world. It made all other love seem sick and twisted by comparison. But as they fucked, the their need continued to grow…

She didn’t know how long they had been fucking. It seemed like forever, but it seemed like only seconds…

Then all at once, Perry felt himself begin to explode inside of her hot, clutching cunt like an erupting volcano.

“Fuck, Oh, Fuck, Oh, Coming, Coming in you,” he gasped as he rammed his prick into her as deep as he could.

“Yes, Yes, Yes, Yesssssss, Yesssssssssss, Commming tooooooo,” she hissed as she clamped her cunt down around his spurting prick.

With their bodies locked together in an evil, twisted marriage of flesh, they both fought to possess the other. She wanted all of him, all of him she could have and he wanted to give her all he could, every bit of himself.

How long had be been cumming inside of her, she tried to remember, but couldn’t as her mind was swimming in the juices of her own wondrous orgasm. She had never felt anything like this before. He pussy was awash with pleasure and her son’s thick, potent cum. Every monumental explosion of his cock inside of her sent her deeper and deeper into the all consuming pleasure of her own orgasm.

She wished it would never end…

As the drugs and ecstasy distorted her thoughts, she again wondered why they had never fucked before. Nothing in the world was as wondrous as the joining of their bodies. Why? Why had they waited so long to consummate a love so strong…

As she found herself finally floating back down to earth, she felt her son’s massive male weapon finally stop firing inside of her drenched cunt. Never had she felt such love for any one. She loved him more than life itself, she thought as he slowly withdrew his dripping prick out of her overflowing hole.

“More. More. Mother. More. Doggie.” he growled at her, backing out from between her legs.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck me like a fucking dog,” she growled at him, rolling over onto her stomach and lurching herself up to her hands and knees.

As she stood there on her hands and knees, she felt Perry grab hold of her corset and peel it up off her big, round buttocks. Then as she spread her legs for him, she felt her son fit the head of his gigantic cock back into the dripping socket of her cunt.

“Unhhhhhhhh,” he grunted as he thrust his giant prick back into her all the way to the hilt.

“Oh, yes,” she barked as she pushed herself back onto his massive penis.

“It must be the potion, she thought to herself feverishly. Her son’s cock had not lost one iota of it steel-like hardness and he was just as obsessed as he had been when they had began. She loved it.

She was going to buy gallons and gallons of the damned stuff. She was going to take baths in it. She wasn’t going to let her son drink anything else the rest of his life…

“Fuck, unh, fuck, unh, fuck, unh,” her son chanted as he sawed his cock in and out of the drooling hole between her legs.

He was slamming his cock into her so hard, she could feel his big, hard balls slapping against her clitoris every time his prick tore into her softness. Then she felt him lean down over her and reach down underneath her.

Wrapping his hands around his mother’s big, dangling breasts, he lovingly pulled and kneaded them until her big, rubbery nipples were sticking out like big, red raspberries. Surely, he had died and gone to heaven, he thought to himself as he plowed his big, hard prick in and out of her wonderful, tight, clutching cunt.

Like dogs in heat, they fucked and fucked, sending their juices spilling out all over the carpet at the top of the stairs.

As she rocked back and forth from the force of her son’s pounding barrage, her eyes fell on her watch. Nine-thirty. At first, It didn’t register in her drug deadened mind. Nine-thirty. But they had started fucking around six o’clock. Nine-thirty. Three and a half hours ago. Impossible. She felt like they had just started fucking and she felt like she could go on all night long. Three and a half hours and it seemed only moments. It was unbelievable.

Laughing to herself and pushing her cunt back onto her son, she felt another titanic orgasm begin to sputter out of her battered cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, comming,” she whispered as her cunt collapsed down around her son’s slithering, ramming prod.

A wondrous concussion of exquisite pleasure filled her head with fireworks of every color of the rainbow. Then the pleasure intensified as she felt her son begin to spurt inside her. He was coming, too.

Their bodies locked together in consummate ecstasy as they rocketed to unexplored heights together. Their bodies strained and pushed against each other while their minds flitted about the clouds locked in a twisting, spiraling, touching, caressing, fondling dance of ecstasy.

It seemed like hours before they finally fell back to the ground.

“Oh, my God,” she groaned as she felt her son slowly ease his cock out of her dripping love wound.

Looking down at her watch, she saw that it was ten o’clock. What? How could that be? A half hour orgasm. And she still wanted more. She wanted to run downstairs and drink the rest of the potion and let her son fuck her brains forever…

Slowly, she opened her eyes to find herself looking down at her son’s bare feet. He had moved around in front of her as she had floated on a cloud of afterglow. Slowly raising her head, as she was still standing on her hands and knees, she let her eyes travel up his shins, over his knees, up his thighs, up to his thick, pulsating cock. God, he was still as hard as a rock, she groaned as she stared up at his lovely cock. She had never seen a penis so beautiful.

Reaching out, she grabbed hold of his leg to balance herself and began pulling herself up. Grunting, she slowly rose to her knees and was staring directly at her son’s gigantic, throbbing cock. It was gorgeous. Glistening wetly, coated with his cum and her own juices, it slowly throbbed up and down in front of her face. Staring at it, she marveled at the roadmap of bulging, blue blood vessels crisscrossing the thick, pink barrel. Funny, she had never even wondered what her son’s penis looked like and now she couldn’t get enough of the massive pillar of hard meat. Reaching out, she touched it and watched it jerk with excitement. Slowly lifting the heavy slab of meat, she studied the puffy tube running along its bloated underside. That tube had already carried two massive loads of his wonderful sperm filled cream up from his balls. Carried it up and spewed it out into her hungry cunt. And she knew that it would bring up more before their night was over as she slowly leaned forward and gently sucked his bloated cockhead into her mouth…

He couldn’t understand what had happened to him, but he had never felt such power, such energy. He felt like he could fuck all night long. But the wondrous thing was that it was his mother that he was making love to. His dear, sweet mother. He still didn’t dare to question why it was happening. He was just going to immerse himself in the miracle, he thought, feeling his cock twitch inside her hot, sucking mouth. His mother was sucking on his cock. He had never even thought about such a thing, and now it was happening. What had been in that glass? Whatever it was, he wished he had a swimming pool full of it.

Then a groan escaped from his mouth as he felt his mother run her hot, tickling tongue down the entire length of his prick. Damn, he thought to himself, he had already cum twice, but he felt like he was going to do it again very soon, if his mother didn’t quit. Even as he thought about it, he felt his mother’s lips encircle one of his balls and gently suck it inside the burning heat of her mouth. As he reveled in the feel of the hot wetness enveloping his testicle, he felt her slowly suck his other ball inside with it. God, she had both of his balls inside her mouth. It was almost too much for him as his cock lurched and threatened to explode.

“Gonna cum, mother,” he gurgled as he felt her spit his balls out.

“Gonna cum. Can’t stop,” he blurted out as he felt himself skitter past the point of caring.

But even before the first gusher of his cum could spurt out, his mother jerked his cock down and sucked him into her mouth.

“Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” he screamed out as his penis erupted in a massive gusher of pleasure and cum.

As his cock exploded inside her mouth, he could hear her gulping down the gusher of cum that had spewed out into her mouth. Another spurt and she swallowed again. Just hearing her gulping down his semen was the most wickedly exciting thing he had ever heard in his whole life. His mother was sucking out his cum and swallowing every bit of the hot cream as it came pouring out of him. For her to take him inside her mouth was a miracle, but for her to drink his cum so greedily was beyond belief.

Finally, his prick stopped spewing out its frothy load inside of her mouth and she slowly let his penis slither out of her mouth.

She couldn’t believe it. His prick still showed no signs of surrender as it jutted out in front of him, hard and ripe.

“Go to bed,” she heard him grunt as he extended his hands down to help her to her feet.

“Not tired,” she muttered in monosyllables as she pulled herself up.

“Not to sleep. To fuck,” he leered and her, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading down the hallway toward her bedroom.

“Oh, yes. All night,” she bubbled, wrapping her hand around his jutting mancock and stroking him as they tottered down the hallway.

Stumbling across the room to the bed, Perry pushed his mother down onto her back. Standing by the bed, he reached down and forced her long, lovely legs apart.

Leering wickedly, he knelt between her outstretched legs and lowered his face down to the dripping gash of flesh. Like a doomed man at his last supper, he began to devour her aching love wound.

Running his mouth around the hot, bubbling gash, he searched for her clitoris. Tonguing, licking and lapping at the fleshy slit, he quickly found her throbbing clitoris and attacked it with his tongue and lips.

“Oh, Fuck, Yes,” she blathered out as she thrust her face up against his ravaging mouth.

She couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. How wonderful it was to be eaten by her own son. Her own son. Her own son with his mouth consuming the very place from which he had been expelled so many years ago. Now she wondered why she had waited so long to invite him back to the place of his birth. To let him feast on her softness and consume her womanhood.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, grabbing hold of his short, curly hair and shoving his face down into her burning pit.

“Suck me. Eat me,” she gushed as she hunched herself against his ravenous mouth.

Then in a burst of ecstasy, she felt herself rocketing into another orgasm.

“Cummmmiiiiinnnnnnngggggggggg,” she cried out as her soul was blistered by another fiery blast of incestuous pleasure.

It went on and on and on as he kept his mouth locked down his mother’s writhing, twisting pussy.

At last, she grunted and let go of his hair as her hand dropped down to the bed.

“Wonderful. Love it.” she whispered to him. “Can’t get enough of my wonderful baby.”

Slowly, Perry got to his feet and stood looking down at her with his magnificent penis jutting out in front of him wickedly.

Suddenly, she had to have him everywhere. She wanted to experience his wonderful penis inside her ass.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she whispered to him, slowly rolling over onto her stomach and rising up to her hands and knees.

Had he heard her right? Had she told him to fuck her in the ass? Had his mother told him to fuck her in the ass. God, he thought women hated that. But she wanted him to do it to her there. Maybe he had just dreamed that she said it, he thought as he stood there.

“Please, Perry,” she said louder, slowly wriggling her ass around in the air, “Fuck me in the ass.”

He hadn’t dreamed it. His mother wanted him to fuck her in the ass. He had never fucked a woman in the ass before. What would it be like? Fucking his mother in the ass. He almost came just thinking about it. Her pussy had been the most wonderful pussy he had ever fucked, and now he was going to get her ass. His big, hard cock was bouncing up and down like a seesaw as he crawled up behind his mother’s wondrous, upturned ass. She had her lovely, long legs spread apart waiting for him as he took hold of his prick and eased up behind her.

Then as he inched closer, she lowered her head and shoulders to the bed, leaving her delectable ass stuck up in the air. As he watched, she reached back and grabbed the cheeks of her ass and slowly pulled them apart baring the wrinkled, brown pucker of her tiny asshole.

His mother’s ass hole. It was beautiful, he thought as he watched it contract and relax as she worked the muscles around it.

“Put you beautiful penis in my ass, baby,” she cooed to him as she pulled her asscheeks farther apart. “Fuck Mommy in the ass.”

Leaning forward, Perry fitted the big, mushroom shaped head of his cock down onto the small, puckered opening of his mother’s asshole. Her asshole was so hot it felt like it was scorching the head of his cock as he slowly let go of his prick and took hold of her hips.

“Stick it in me, baby,” she urged him on as he slowly began to pull her back onto him.

Holding her breath, she gritted her teeth and waited for the burst of pain that she knew would come when his giant prick popped into her asshole. She could feel the massive head of his cock digging its way deeper and deeper into her asshole, slowly forcing open the strong ring of muscles surrounding her asshole. Strangely, it wasn’t hurting yet as it spread her anus wider and wider. Then all at once, she felt his cockhead pop inside her asshole. What? There was no pain. Only lovely, wonderful pleasure pouring out of her asshole as he slowly slid his cock into her.

“God. Hot. Tight,” her son groaned as he pushed his prick deeper and deeper into the clutching confines of her colon.

She couldn’t believe it. She was getting fucked in the ass by her son and his gigantic prick and there was no pain. What was in the love potion that could do that, she wondered in amazement as she felt her son’s belly grind up against the cheeks of her ass. She had died and gone to heaven. To get fucked in the ass and not have it hurt. She wanted to jump up and run over to Emily’s and give her a great big, wet kiss…

Slowly, Perry began to saw his monster in and out of his mother’s asshole. Her asshole was so tight and hot, it felt like it was going to slice his prick half in two. He could feel the tight ring of muscles around her asshole squeezing down on him fiercely as he took her in the ass. In and out, in and out went his cock as he rocked back and forth.

After a few minutes, Perry gently rolled his mother to her side and lay down behind her. Lying snuggled against her back, he lovingly ass fucked her as he reached around and played with her great round tits. Tweaking and teasing her big nipples, he soon had them hard and swollen as he continued to slide his cock in and out of her asshole…

They seemed to go on forever and ever until finally, Perry’s cock went off inside of her like a bomb, coating her asshole with a thick, burning coat of his fiery cum. As she felt her asshole being pumped full of her son’s thick, hot cream, she tripped off into her own mind-blowing orgasm…

He seemed to fire off his magnificent cannon forever inside her, but at last it stopped. Still, his monstrous prick didn’t begin to shrink, but remained lodged up inside her asshole, hard and stiff…

Gasping for breath, she looked at her watch. Four o’clock. Four o’clock. It must be broke. It couldn’t be four o’clock already. Ten hours of continuous fucking and it felt like only minutes. She must be going crazy, she numbly thought.

“Tired. Sleep. Then fuck more.” She heard her son mutter.

“Okay,” she agreed as they slowly drifted off to sleep still obscenely joined together…

She awoke to a dull, aching throb inside her asshole. What was wrong. Why was her ass hurting, she groggily wondered. Then, as she tried to turn, she realized that there was something lodged up inside her asshole. What in the hell was going on? Suddenly, with a rush, it all came back to her. The whole sordid, wicked evening flashed through her mind in vivid detail. My, God, she thought, Perry is still inside my ass.

She was just about to try and wake him, when from downstairs, she heard the sound of the garage door opener. What now, she tiredly wondered. Like a slap in the face, it came to her. Henry was home.

She couldn’t let him catch her and Perry this way. It would destroy him. She didn’t know what would happen if he did, but she knew she couldn’t let it happen.

“Unnnaaahhhcccchhhhh,” she grunted out as she jerked her hips forward disimpaling her son’s shrunken prick from her asshole.

“Whhuuuttttthhhhhhh,” Perry snorted as his eyes flew open.

He blinked in amazed stupefaction as he found himself staring into his mother’s eyes. What in the hell was he doing in her bed? Then he remembered what had transpired the previous night.

Grinning, he started to reach for her.

“Get up. Get up. Your father is home.” his mother hissed at him. “Hurry, before he comes up here.”

Gasping in shock, Perry scrambled out of the bed only to hear the heavy tromp of his fathers’ footsteps coming up the stairs.

“In the bathroom. Hide in there and wait.” She commanded him, jumping out of bed and grabbing her housecoat.

As Perry scrambled into the bathroom, she quickly reached down between her legs and snapped the dangling edges of her corset together again. Thanking her stars that she had been awake when Henry came home, she wrapped the robe around her and hurried over to the door.

Sticking her head out the door, she saw Henry standing at the top of the stairs staring down at the floor. Oh, no, he had found the leftovers of their fucking marathon.

“Hi, I thought that was you,” she laughed stepping out into the hall.

“What happened here?” he asked her, starting to bend down.

“Leave it and I’ll clean it up in a while,” she told him, hurrying toward him. “I just spilled a bowl of cream of mushroom soup last night. I thought I had got most of it up, but I guess I missed some.”

“Oh,” he said, standing back up as she slithered up to him.

“I missed you last night.”

“I missed you, too, but I couldn’t help it. Big client blew into town.”

“Come on downstairs. We can have a cup of coffee and you can tell me about it while I fix you some breakfast.”

“I’ve already eaten. And all I want to do is take a shower and get a little sleep. I was up until the wee hours of the morning.”

“Oh,” she said, blushing as she recalled her own lack of sleep.

“Well, maybe I could interest you in something before you shower,” she slyly smiled.

“What?”

“This,” she grinned, throwing open her robe to reveal her corset and her bare breasts. “This was going to be your surprise last night.”

“Wow,” he grinned, his eyes quickly dipping down to her big, dangling breasts, “now I am really sorry couldn’t make it home last night.

If you only knew, she thought to herself, you’d be even sorrier.

“Well, does it give you any ideas?” she smirked, trailing her hand down to his crotch and feeling for his cock.

“Uh, uh, I could get an idea or two,” he chuckled as her hand found his manhood.

“I’m game,” she smiled lecherously, “if you are.”

“What about Perry?”

“Don’t worry about him,” she said, giving his cock a reassuring squeeze, “he went to spend the night with Mack and he probably didn’t get to sleep until sometime this morning. You know how boys are… “

She hadn’t told a complete lie. She had just left out a few of the most important points. Like he had gone to Mack’s but had came back home. And the reason he hadn’t gotten to sleep until sometime this morning was that he was busy screwing the hell out of his mother, she laughed to herself.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” he grinned back at her, reaching down and cupping her ass in his hand.

“Not a single thing,” she laughed, giving his cock another squeeze as they started walking down the hall…

What was going on, Perry nervously wondered as he stood waiting in the bathroom…

“I’ll be right back, big boy,” Audrey winked at Henry as she dropped her robe and sauntered toward the bathroom. “You get ready to have some fun.”

“Is this really happening?” he laughed, peeling his shirt off.

“You’ll find out in a couple of minutes,” she giggled, shaking her ass at him sexily.

Perry froze in panic as he saw the door knob turn. There was no where to go and no place to hide. If it’s my father, I am a dead man, he thought. With eyes as big as saucers, he watched in terror as the door opened and his mother quickly stepped inside, closing it behind her.

“Oh, shit, you nearly scared me to death,” he hissed at her.

“Shhhhhhh,” she shushed him, turning the water on.

“I tried to get him to go downstairs, but he wouldn’t,” she whispered into his ear. “So I had to take some drastic measures.”

“What?”

“I had to occupy him somehow,” she whispered back, “so I am going to let him fuck me.”

“Jeez, Mom,” he groaned out.

“And while I have his attention, you can sneak out of the bathroom. Okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m scared… “

“I can’t think of any other way to do it without making him suspicious. Can you?”

“No, but this is too weird… “

“I’ll leave the door open a crack, so you can see when it is safe to leave… “

“Okay.”

“Be as quiet as you can.”

“Of course I will,” he hissed, “do you think I want us to get caught?”

“Okay, here goes,” she mumbled, reaching over and flushing the toilet.

Perry nearly jumped out of his skin when his mother opened the door and in a loud voice said:

“Ready or not, here I come.”

Perry watched her leave as she pulled the door almost closed behind her.

“That outfit sure looks nice on you,” he heard his father say.

“Glad you like it. I bought it just for you.”

“Thank you.”

Cautiously peeking out through the crack, Perry saw his father standing by the bed where his mother now sat. Then, he felt his cock lurch and start to harden as he watched his mother lift his father’s cock up to her mouth and suck it inside.

How could this be happening, he marveled, watching her hungrily sucking on his father’s flaccid prick.

Now he saw where he got his big prick. His father’s cock was even bigger. Even though it was soft, it was bigger and fatter than his rapidly expanding slab of meat. Looking on with envy and jealousy, he saw that his father’s cock was slowly stiffening as his mother slurped it in and out of her mouth. Then his father moved and Perry could see that his mother had hold of his big, hairy, dangling balls, squeezing and rolling them around in the palm of her hand. His father’s cock continued to swell and grow until at last, it jutted out at last ten inches long.

“I think it is ready, don’t you?” She laughed, letting his cock slither out of her mouth as she slowly scooted back on the bed.

“Is she ready?” he leered down at her as he watched her reach down between her legs and pop open the crotch of the shiny, black corset.

“What do you think?” She smiled smugly, spreading her legs wide apart.

“I think so,” he leered, crawling up between her outstretched legs. “She is drooling.”

“I thought so,” she told him, reaching down to his jutting lovespear. “Let me help him find his happy, little home.”

Perry couldn’t help reaching down and slowly stroking his own throbbing cock as he watched his mother guide his father’s giant prick down to the gaping, wet hole between her legs. The very same hole he had pounded his own cock into all night long. And he had filled that very same hole with enough cum to float a ship last night. The very same hole that his father had once filled with cum so long ago. Filled it and created Perry. Just the thought of such perversion made his cock twitch and jerk in his hand…

Audrey wondered what must be going on in her son’s mind as he watched his father fuck her. The knowledge that he was watching them sent a wicked chill chasing down her spine to her aching cunt that was rapidly being filled by her husband’s huge penis. And to think, twenty four little hours ago, she didn’t have an inkling that such a perversity could have happened.

Yesterday, she had been a normal, loving mother and wife who had simply wanted to put a little spice back into her marriage. And now, she was a wicked jezebel who had seduced her son, fucked him all night long, and now was deceiving her husband by fucking him in front of his own son. How much lower could she go?

Perry watched on enviously as his father’s fat cock disappeared inside her cunt. Finally, his father had his cock buried up to the hilt inside of her. Then he began to fuck her with deep, thrusting strokes. Perry’s mouth went dry as he watched his father’s huge, dangling balls swing back and forth, slapping up against her ass every time he slammed his cock into her. Perry could even hear the loud slurping wetness of his mother’s cunt as it clung wetly to his father’s cock. She must be hot, he thought as he saw his father’s cock was already drenched with her juice. Was she hot for his father, or was she hot knowing that he was watching them? Either way, he wished that it was him and not his father fucking her…

She felt so wicked. Fucking her husband while her son secretly watched. How could it get any more depraved, she laughed inside as her husband pounded his cock into her.

“Oh, yes, baby, fuck me hard,” she urged him, thrusting herself up at him every time he drove his cock into her.

But, as much as she was enjoying it, she knew that Perry had to escape before his father finished. And at the rate Henry was going, that wouldn’t be very long.

Glancing over at the bathroom, she saw Perry peering out through the crack.

Groaning loudly, partially in pleasure and partly in pretense, she lifted her arms up around Henry’s shoulders. Then, as she held onto him, she pointed to the door with one long, red tipped finger as she rocked her foot back and forth to get Perry’s attention.

“Oh, yes, baby, GO, baby, Go,” she jabbered out loudly…

Mesmerized by the picture of his father’s giant prick sliding in and out of her, Perry had forgotten that the purpose of the fucking was to allow him to escape. Then finally, Perry saw his mother waggling her foot back and forth at him. Then he saw her finger pointing to the door.

“Oh, yes, baby, GO, baby, Go,” he heard her moan out.

She must want him to make his break now, he thought as he slowly eased the door open wider, praying that it wouldn’t creak. It didn’t, and he slowly stepped out of the bathroom. Fearfully, he tip-toed half way across the room until he was only a few feet from the safety of the door. Then he stopped and turned toward the bed…

Jesus Christ, she thought to herself as she watched out of the corner of her eye and saw that he had a giant erection when he stepped out of the bathroom. But what did she expect? He had been watching them fuck. She tried not to be obvious, but she followed him as he crept across the room. For a moment, he disappeared out of view behind Henry, then reemerged only a few feet from the door. Then he stopped. Why was he stopping?

Perry was so aroused by the gamut of emotions he was feeling, he was on the verge of cumming. He knew that if he touched himself, he would explode. Then, with one lonely, contemptuous act of defiance toward his father, he grabbed his cock and rapidly began stroking it.

“What in God’s name is he doing,” she gasped under her breath as she watched him turn toward the bed.

Oh, No, he can’t be, she feverishly thought as she watched him reach down and begin whacking his cock. Why is he doing this. Has he gone crazy? She was about to die of fright…

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum,” she suddenly heard Henry grunt out as he slammed his cock into her all the way up to its hairy hilt.

“Fuccckkkkkknnnnnnggggggggggaaaggghhhhh,” he bellowed out as she felt the first jerk of his cock send a gusher of cum into her cunt.

And at that precise moment, she watched her son’s penis twitch and send a thick, ropey strand of creamy semen arcing out across the room.

It was too much as the clamor inside her head triggered her own orgasm. She was suddenly and totally enveloped in a cocoon of pleasure so intense it blocked everything else out…

Finally, she opened her eyes…

Perry was gone and her husband was lying beside her softly snoring as he slept. Had she dreamed the whole thing? Then she felt Henry’s cum slowly oozing out of her cunt and she knew she hadn’t dreamed it.

She could never have even dreamed up anything so fantastic. So it must have been real. Watching her son shoot his cum out into the air at the very same time her husband was filling her pussy with his own cum had been the most erotic thing imaginable. Or was it, she sleepily dreamed. She had three doses of the potion left didn’t she? It required a great deal of thought, she decided as she drifted of to sleep. A great deal of thought…