The More Things Change...

Robert Ravers ploughed into Monica Bishop as she pushed back against the large, thick cock stretching her wide as it sank deep into her cunt. Though they were middle-aged, considered ‘responsible’ and ‘adult’, they were far too caught up in their lust and desire, a wayward spark that had brought renewed life to an old flame to think about Victoria or her predicament. Their only thoughts in that moment were how much deeper could he go, how much harder could he fuck her, how much faster, how much louder could he maker her scream, down here in the deep, dark privacy of the Azure Rock caves. Though not quite as private as they might have thought, for just outside that cavern stood their children, Zack and Heather, watching as their parents fucked.

Upon seeing them Zack’s face turned stony. Heather’s hand whipped out, covering his mouth to keep him from blowing their cover as he had at the house. But Zack didn’t make a single sound. He was in a state of not just surprise but utter shock. Though he’d given up on being able to stop his mother from doing whatever she wanted, seeing it was an entirely different thing from thinking it. He was watching his own mother getting railed from behind by a massive cock whilst she begged and moaned. He’d never thought of his own mother as hot but right now they looked like fucking porn stars and if this were a video of strangers that he’d stumbled upon, he’d absolutely be jerking off to it. But it wasn’t a stranger, it was his mother.

Zack looked down at Robert’s daughter beside him, curious how she was handling this, catching her father for a second time with his mother. He wasn’t surprised that she remained calm. After all, her father had been sleeping with women and having affairs her entire life, this was pretty much par for the course. He was somewhat unsettled to see that she wasn’t simply calm but actually appeared to be touching herself to the scene before them. While Zack would admit that his cock was hard and getting harder thanks to the lewd moaning and thunderous claps of their flesh, the thought of touching himself to his mother’s infidelity just seemed wrong. Yet, there Heather was, shorts unbuttoned, a hand buried underneath them and possibly even her panties.

Reaching up and bringing her hand down from his mouth, he hissed at her, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Shut up or they’ll hear us,” Heather shushed him, her hand still rubbing at her mound inside her shorts. “Besides, you’re telling me that you’re not enjoying the show?”

“How the hell can I?” Zack insisted glancing between Heather masturbating and his mother being fucked in the next room. “That’s my mother.”

“So? You’re not hard watching that big, thick cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy? Listen to how she moans every time it fills her up and tell me you’re not turned on. Shit, I can even smell her from here. That rich, fragrant musk? Yeah that’s not me, you know,” Heather whispered huskily, her voice becoming breathy as she continued to work on herself. Her other hand dropped from Zack’s grasp, and came to rest on the front of his shorts, feeling the hardness there underneath. “Mhmmm, yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Oh shit, Heather, this is so weird…” Zack groaned as he felt a tingle run through his body from his cock as Heather slid her hand along his length through his shorts. “…wrong.”

“What’s wrong about it?” Heather teased, moving her hand back along his cock to the top of his shorts. “I’m a young, single girl, you’re a young, sort of single guy, just getting off together. Sounds perfectly fine to me.”

“Because we’re doing it to our parents fucking!” Zack growled back through gritted teeth, trying not to be heard.

“Oh? Is that what’s gotten you so hot and bothered?” Heather replied playfully. “Seeing, your mummy get fucked by a big, hard cock? Looks good, I have to admit. Very hot, very tight, look how stretched out it is by that cock. Do you think your cock could stretch it out like that?”

“What? No!” Zack replied weakly, his eyes fixed on his mother’s wet pussy as Robert’s large cock pounded into her, so wet the slopping squelches of her juices being **** out as his big cock was stuffed inside rang throughout the caves. “I mean, I don’t even want to…”

“I dunno, your cock feels pretty big to me,” Heather said, squeezing the rigid shape through his shorts. “Don’t be so humble, I bet you could stretch her out pretty good. Maybe not as much as daddy…but I bet you’d fill her up nicely.”

“I don’t…I don’t…” Zack tried to protest, but even with his eyes open he was no longer seeing Robert fucking his mother but imagining himself slamming his own cock into her soaking, stretched out puss. “Oh, god, what am I even thinking…”

Heather felt a little bad, paying forward the corruption that she had been dealt. If Zack was anything like her, he would be obsessed with the mere idea of fucking his own mother now. The very word mummy would cause ripples throughout his body, just as the word daddy did to her. She couldn’t even think the word anymore without pausing and panting, her body supercharged with a dark, incestuous desire. She felt her cunny quiver and soak as she rubbed her clit, playing the word daddy over and over in her head as she watched his thick, erect cock slide into another woman’s cunt.

Zack swallowed hard as Heather slipped her hand in under the elastic of his shorts. A minute later her hand returned, this time with Zack’s thick, hard cock in her grasp. She lifted it out, pushing his shorts down until the waistband pressed against his balls but allowed his cockmeat to jut out, unrestrained, above. He stifled a gasp as Heather’s hand ran along the length of his cock. She enjoyed the warm, erotic feel of his cock, but her eyes never left her father’s dick and she imagined it was his that she was touching.

“Fuck, this is so bad…” Zack whispered to no one in particular, eyes on his mother’s swollen cunt being pummelled in front of him while Heather pumped her hand up and down his cock. His nostrils flared, taking in the scent of his mother, rich and fragrant, just as Heather had said.

“Yeeeess, fuck yes, that’s it, give me that big dick,” Monica squealed, her lewd words echoing back at her from the cave walls. “Fucking hell, you fuck me so good, Robert, so good.”

“Shit, Monica, your pussy is amazing too, I’ve fucked twenty-something year olds with looser cunts than this,” Robert repaid the compliment, thrusting his cock deep into her as he did. “It’s better than it ever was before. How the fuck do you keep it so tight and hot?”

“Pilates mostly, and squats,” Monica replied, unaware that her son was just on the other side of the rock wall, watching and listening to his mother getting fucked. “But it feels like I’ve – ah, ah, ah – just been training – oh, oh, oh my, fuck – just to take this – ah, ah, yes, yes, right there, - cock – that’s it, yes, oh fuck, oh fuck – again – yes, keep going, Robert, keep, ah, fucking, oh fuck, I’m gonna, oh fuck, cum, yes, yeeEESS, KEEP FUCKING ME, ROBERT, FUCK, I’M CUMMING, YES!”

Zack watched as his mother was reduced to a quivering wreck on Robert’s large dick, shaking and shivering as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, grunting and groaning as she could little more than scream out expletives and ride the wave of pleasure washing over her. He’d never seen his mother orgasm before. There was something so dirty and erotic about just seeing his mother cum. And it was all he needed to tip him over the edge, his cock flexing in Heather’s hand as she rotated her wrist, twisting her hand along his shaft. His cockhead expanded and his own cum flew out of his dick, painting the nearest wall a gooey white, and drooling the rest over Heather’s hand as she pumped the last spurts from his balls.

“Oh fuck, your pussy is so tight around my cock,” Robert growled, continuing to drill into her throughout her orgasm. “I can’t believe I waited eighteen years to fuck you again.”

Eighteen years…the words took a moment to sink in to Zack’s brain as he came down from his own orgasm. Heather’s hand was still resting idly on his shaft but she had stopped playing with herself at those words too. Eighteen years. Both of them could do the math. Before Zack was born, Robert was fucking his mother. And then they stopped. Zack’s mind reeled and swirled and he felt weak, and not just because he’d came. Everything he thought he knew about his life had shattered, who he was as a person turning to dust as he realised he might be watching his own mother being fucked by his real father.