The sadness of lady Cassandra

You wait and wait in that dark room. You hear a semblance of the discussion on the adjacent hall. Mainly, you hear lady Cassandra screaming at her lawyers. She is so mad this night, even more than usual. You haven't heard that much of her current controversies, you don't have an account in any of those social medias. Nonetheless, those yells make you tremble with anticipation. Even if she is your mother you feel the need to run away from her rage... And her lust. You look at the window and think how easy it would be to open it, but it wouldn't be so easy to fall down from a fifth floor and survive. You are lost in those terms when you hear her enter. The door slides softly behind her.

"Turn around." She says immediately. You obey without a word and keep facing the window, away from her. The door is closed again. The lawyers are gone. You are alone.

You hear the steps, the sound of high and sharp heels. She is getting closer. "Were did you find this dress?" She asks. The question sounds weird, why would she care for that?

Still, you know better than to mention her daughter "I... I bought it in..."

"Shut up!" She has no patience for your hesitation. For a while you hear her stay behind you. Close enough to take you, but still not touching you. You hear her breath, it's erratic and needy. "It looks so similar..." She murmurs in a soft breath, but then her voice changes back to her usual tone.

"Ok, these are the rules and I expect you to obey them, maid-boy: You don't turn around, you don't speak now and you won't say anything later, to anyone. I don't want to see your face, I don't want to hear your voice. Is that clear?"

"Yes, m-my..."

"Enough."

The silence that follows is so heavy, almost murky. The only thing you hear is that wanton breath of her, you feel it in the back of your head, like a wolf salivating over a lamb. You feel the temptation to cry, but then your mother hugs you from behind with loving strength.

"I missed you, babe." She moans. Her smell surrounds you. The hug is raw. She doesn't know how to control her own strength "I was so mad surrounded by all those mean women and you came to me wearing that beautiful dress, the same one you always wore for me... to make me remember that there's beauty in the world... like you used to... I loved how shamelessly you appeared before them. They all looked at you with desire, those sluts... my lawyers are supposed to work as a team, I bet they would love to **** you as one... But you are mine... Only mine."

You mother's hands search you, crossing your belly, reaching for your bulgie... And almost tearing it apart. You thank god that doctor Evelyn kept your cock laze as a prize for fucking you. You wouldn't like your mom to find you wearing one in this way. Her hands are in your member now, and she finds you hard. She strokes it with need.

"I want something different this night, Frank..." She says, calling you by your father's name again. "I want you to take control for once... Like we did in our kinky nights... Turn this way." She forces you to look away from the bed as she walks in that direction, carefully keeping you from seeing her face (or more exactly keeping herself from seeing yours). "You can look now."

When you look back, she is bend over the bed, exposing her generous and pale rear to you, her suit trousers down to her knees, rendering her own legs almost immobile, her folds and anus are both exposed and pressed between her abundant buttocks, and her waters flow from there, smelly and plentiful. She still wears the rest of her suit but has loosened the buttons of her shirt, leaving her generous bust smashed against the bed, overflowing by the sides of her. She purposely avoids looking back, and only her mane of dark hairs welcomes you. She is such a perfect mix of her daughters: the generous flesh of Lily, the elegant frame and hair of Amelia. She is so beautiful.

"Fuck me... Like you used to do."

You know better than to disobey the lady Cassandra Barton. You move in her direction with trembling feet and hard cock. You grab those buttocks and spread them, making her moan. She moans even harder when your dick touches her overflowing pussy, hiding her head deeper in her own sheets, filled with shame, as your own head pierces through her needy folds. It enters so swiftly, she really needed this. It produces such a humid sound when you reach balls deep. She coos, overjoyed by the pleasure, and urges you to repeat the process.

"You were always a rebellious man, my love... So hard to tame... God, mom hated you so much. She said that you would taint our blood... But I didn't care... You enjoyed when I took you in the tradicional way... Yes I know you did... But you also liked it this way. Oh, you got me so mad the first time you asked me for this. 'You want to take ME from behind? I am the firstborn of the Barton lineage, not some peasant boy'." she laughs at her own imitation of her younger self. "Oh but you were so convincing... What was it that you told me? 'The only thing you are is a lost girl who wants to make her mother mad.' God, I slapped you so hard when you said that, but you kept smilling... Oh, I did want her to get mad, I wanted her to yell at me and tell me that I was a disgrace, that I wasn't at all like her... And what would make the old hag more furious than seeing her own daughter disgraced? Taken from behind like... Like... Godfucking dammit, go faster!"

You try to do as she says. Her cunt is so wet that getting in and out of her is incredibly easy. You hear a splash of water each time you go in and your cock emerges shinny and covered in her horniness.

"You were always so strong when you fucked me this way, baby... I hated it the first time... I felt so unfeminine, so emasculated, but it was worth the price, just to have you... I miss you so much... I'm so sorry... You were always so strong why did you have to be that frail that night, that... Uuuughh..."

Her words touch something in you, they make you remember that this isn't right.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE STOPPING. I'M SO FUCKING CLOSE! PUSH ME DOWN. GRAB MY HAIR!"

You obey her. Your push might be gentle but she pushes herself down as if you where the strongest man alive. Her hair is so long that you can't grab all of it at one.

"I SAID GRAB IT. JERK IT LIKE IT WAS YOUR COCK, DAMMIT." You jerk it and she produces a long moan as her head is **** to look at the ceiling. "FUCKING PUMP ME FULL OF CUM!" Her words are commanding and the will of the matriarch is unquestionable. Your cock starts releasing all of his nectar deep inside her, making her moan and scream in an even deeper voice. You can't hold it back and jerk her hair harder as you release your very self balls deep inside your mother, making her pant and tremble like a street whore. Her fists hit the bed in pure rage, her legs are an uncoordinated mess and when she is no longer cumming... There you hear her last and soft words.

"I deserve this, I deserve this... You were right mom... I am nothing but a slut. I deserve this..."

It feels wrong to hear her say that, out of pure instinct you try touch her shoulder to console her, to say some kind words, but lady Cassandra despises mercy. She pushes you away with a harsh move, forcing you to remember that she is far stronger than you.

"GET THE FUCK OUT"