Giving in

Chris, her daughter's boyfriend Chris, lay naked before her. His obvious erection looked strained and his balls were swollen. Her head was already swimming and her thoughts raced.

He was a good looking man. She knew why Stacy like him, but she wasn't stupid. She often caught his stares that lingered far too long, and his vain attempts to covering uncalled for bulges were slightly complimentary if not wholly embarrassing. Still, he was young and Helen had watched them grow together and he seemed to have relaxed somewhat, so hadn't thought of it since.

But now, this young handsome man, who had clearly desired her, lay naked before her. The tattoo glowed and pulsed at her back, her desires ran rampant, Richard's attack angering her, Kent's public betrayal, even Zoltan choosing Amanda over her, didn't she deserve more? She stopped, her eyes now resting on his cock, her hand had moved towards it, but this was her daughter's boyfriend...

Like the mirror reflection before, she battled against herself. It may have been the wine or the heady aroma of the party, the tattoo glowing on her back certainly contributed, but deep down Helen knew in her gut she gave in to desire.

Her hand worked his throbbing cock. He was maybe bigger than Kent but certainly not large compared to her recent encounters. Her mouth moved closer to him.

"Isn't this what you always wanted?"

Her voice a slutty purr as she cut off his answer, devouring his cock. God he was hard, his cock totally unyielding. Covering him in drool she licked at his huge scrotum, making him cry out.

Climbing on the altar she knelt above him. Slowly unzipping the front of her catsuit, her huge breasts were now free. His eyes went wide, seeing them naked before him for the first time. She squeezed them together, rubbing her nipples as she grinned at him.

"Would you like to suck them?"

Leaning forward, they hung huge just out of reach. Before she moved forward, his hungry mouth sucking at her nipple. So eager, she thought, moving him to the other before smothering him between her fleshy mounds.

As much as she loved the costume it hindered what she planned next. Standing above him on the stone, she pulled off her gloves and boots. Chris watching her attentively, his eyes almost popping out as she pulled the suit from her body, her naked sex shaved and the tattoo on her back which he would have never guessed about, making him growl inside. She knelt back down, her wide hips and lower lips hovering above his bucking dick.

"Beg me, convince me you deserve this," she commanded. She would take him anyway but wanted to hear it.

"Mrs Walker," he spluttered "I've dreamed about you since we first met. I've ached for your touch and wanked while fantasizing about fucking your curvaceous body." He started to ramble "I..."

She cut him short as she lowered herself onto him, her own wetness surprising herself as he soon slid deep inside. Chris closed his eyes as if in a dream as Helen rode his engorged member, his chained hands stopping him from grabbing her hips. She sat upright, her own hands working her impressive breasts as her hips bobbed up and down on the prone young man. The obscene, lewd sounds of her squelching quim as his cock impaled her echoed round the room. Chris groaned as his excitement built, Helen's own breath getting shorter.

"Yes, fuck me you beautiful young stud!"

His scream was shocking as his own release was denied again, his balls swelling more as his own frustration built. Helen, goaded on by his outburst, felt herself clamp her walls against his rock hard tool as her own climax peaked, hanging forward as it rocked her whole body, she drooled onto the mans chest as she panted hard.

An evil grin passed her lips as she felt how hard he still was inside, her lips gripped at him as she rose, shifting around. Chris watched in a daze as her backside now faced him, her hand guiding him to her puckered hole. This had to be a dream! The pressure was excruciating as she lowered herself onto him, her ring finally relenting as his dick slipped inside her colon. He was transfixed by the tramp stamp before him. He was sure it writhed as his cock pistoned inside, seeming to glow as her speed increased.

Helen could feel herself falling further and further as she rode his cock hard, her ass slapping against him as her ring pulled against his shaft, pushing into her bowel, granting her darker and darker desires, her swollen labia grinding against his equally swollen balls sending shocks throughout her already sensitive body. She didn't hear his screams as her own pleasures were all she cared for. He passed out as his balls swelled again, her own climax swiftly following, screaming her arrival.

Climbing from him, she stood grinning, her juices running down her inner thighs. She discarded the costume, and just wearing the boots and gloves, she walked with even more sway as she left the room. Her tattoo now spread up her back, forming dark wings across her shoulders...