The Duel

Don’t mind the madness

A smirk plastered Mom’s face as she accepted my challenge and spurted shot after shot into Amber’s body, expanding the poor soul’s stomach further and further with her potent cum.

Raising my eyes in astonishment - if anything this evening could even surprise me - I remarked how my thin arm was slowly but surely pushed out of Amber’s body.

That’s why I gritted my teeth, strengthened my stance and exerted myself past my limits, pushing and pushing against the monstrous tide of seed.

Crying and moaning simultaneously, Amber was on the verge of fainting, the pleasure and pain too stimulating in weird, unprecedented ways, her brain and body unable to handle the onslaught of sensations.

But I soon tumbled forward, as suddenly the counterpressure was gone, Mom sliding her titanic pillar out of the ravaged gullet, the vacuum created by this cunt-breaker creating a sound of wet suction.

“Son.” Mother stared into my soul. “Watch and learn how you make a bitch obedient. Because this girl, the girl that you loved, is nothing more than that. A whore, **** for cock and pleasure.”

Nodding as if in trance, I mumbled: “Make her pay,” completely ignoring the fact that Mom had most likely **** herself onto Amber … at least initially. After the first mind-shattering orgasm, I doubt that Amber resisted in the slightest.

With milky white eyes, I retracted my fist from the stretched asshole, not really sure how deep I managed to penetrate.

A satisfied smile snuck onto my face, all disgust, discomfort and worries perishing into oblivion.

Not even the brutal smack Mom gave Amber seemed alien or strange to me.

I was utterly and absolutely broken, ending just like my girlfriend who I despised for losing faith.

Where has my own faith gone?