Crossing The Boundary

Once I'm finished with my 'daughter', I stand up and straighten my clothes, while Emma is still lying on the ground, slowly mustering the strength to stand.

"What are we doing now, daddy?" She innocently asks, practically slipping and stumbling as she attempts to stand.

"We're not doing anything, baby. We're done here." I say coldly, more cruel than I had anticipated.

"Oh," she says, tears welling up in her eyes. "Are you mad at me, Daddy? Did I do something wrong?"

By now, she is standing and facing me. Her clothes are a pure mess, and her makeup is all but ruined. In this state, she could probably pass off as a homeless woman.

I lean forward and give her a gentle, but unloving kiss on the cheek. "Not at all, baby. It's just that your friend is getting antsy and interrupted our playtime, so now we need to pay for your stuff and get out of here."

Ms. Hill has been quiet for the past few minutes. It's obvious my mother's obvious moans and lewd screams painted quite the picture in her head.

Emma smiles at this revelation and puts on one of the new dresses she picked out. I do a double-take when I see it though because it looks exactly like the dress she wore on her way here. When I tell her she already has that exact same dress, she just laughs.

"Daddy, don't embarrass yourself."

Sigh... Women and their fashion.

Anyways, we still can't leave the room. There is no doubt that Linda is on the other side of the door, no matter how quiet she tries to be. Her feet can easily be made out with the small space beneath the door, separating it from the ground below.

It's going to be a pain to get her to believe a lie, and not rush to tell my father of this. I run my hand along my chin and think. Obviously, my mother had been quite loud, a big mistake on my end, but moans aren't necessarily a sound of sexual emotions. Then again, her vulgar words and screams were of sexual emotion. Linda might not be the most confident woman, but she's not stupid.

I glance at my little girl once more. Shestares at me with those big eyes, and I feel an indescribable urge to pry those cute lips and fuck her throat while I think.

No!

NO!

I have to control myself. My powerful lust is what got us in this situation, and I can't let it get any worse. As good as she'd look gagging on my shaft, it's too great of a risk to take. I sigh and continue my pondering.

How...?

"Emma?" Ms. Hill's familiar voice rings out again, and I freeze on the spot. I glance at Emma, urging her to answer.

"I'm fine, Linda. It's just my dadd – " I hurriedly slap her on the house. Not forceful enough to be heard, but adequate in getting her to stop.

"It's nothing, Linda. Just some... difficulties with my dress," she lies, not very convincing. I creep closer to her.

"Ask her about her dress?" I whisper, and from the look on my face, she knows better than to ask questions.

"So, how does your dress fit?" Emma asks. Ms. Hill sighs in refief and begins to blabber about her outfit. Clearly, she bought the lie, but still has some suspicions.

"I haven't seen John around, any idea where he is?" Ms. Hill asks.

Emma turns to face me, clearly unsure about how to answer that question. "Bathroom," I whisper.

"He knocked on the door and told me he was going to the bathroom." She says.

"Oh, I'll be by the register," Ms. Hill says, and her she walks away.

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Mother and I step outside of the changing room, only to find Ms. Hill already standing there, waiting for us. I have to admit, I'm surprised at how good she looks in her new outfit.

Emma notices how fond I am of her friend and immediately starts getting jealous. I can see her rearrange her cleavage and pull the neck of her dress down a little, just to put a greater emphasis on her breasts. I push down the urge to **** them, and return my attention to Ms. Hill.

"So, Dadd — John, what do you think of my outfit?" she asks, **** for attention.

"You look amazing, sweetie," I respond without even looking at her. All of my attention is focused on Ms. Hill.

Emma pouts and rolls her eyes when Ms. Hill does a little twirl for the both of us. "So, what do you think, Emma? Do you like it?" Ms. Hill asks.

"Whatever," Emma says with her arms crossed and her face turned away. I elbow her to be more polite, leading her to loudly sigh. "I mean, 'Wow, Linda, you look so amazing. I'm so glad my family's paying for you to dress up like a whore,'" she says with a heavy mix of sarcasm and bitterness.

Ms. Hill, completely unaware of her friend's personality change, is hurt by my mom's words. "I thought you'd have been happy for me, if it's an issue I can — "

I quickly cut her off. "— Sorry, she's just in a bad mood right now. I think it has something to do with Grandpa's health. Of course we'll pay for the dress."

Ms. Hill looks a little relieved, and Emma's own personality begins to soften up. It seems the light's effect is starting to recede. I politely lead Ms. Hill to the cashier's counter so that Emma can pay for their dresses. I turn back around to find that Emma is practically dragging her feet so I snap my fingers to quicken her pace. She's almost back to normal — but not quite yet.

———

It doesn't take long for us to arrive from our little shopping trip.

"Hopefully Robert's awake by now," my mom, now free of the light's influence, says.

When we walk in, she quickly gets her answer in the form of loud snoring. Mr. Smith lays peacefully on my bed, completely unaware of our presence. Watching him sleep so peacefully, a part of me wishes I had taken a picture or recorded as I fucked his wife, just to see how he'd react. Sigh... another mental note.

"Hm, we still have some time to kill before we grab dinner, so what should we do?" My mother asks.

"Why don't we go for a walk? Maybe Jakey will be back from the pep rally by then," Ms. Hill suggests.

The three of us nod in agreement and decide to go for a walk around the campus and take in the sights.

The campus is actually larger than I had expected. It houses more than 20,000 students, and is the largest university building in this city. It's surrounded by a flurry of high-rise commercial and industrial buildings, giving it a direct advantage in student exposure to many different, offical fields.

It's getting dark out, but I still manage to have a good time walking around with Ms. Hill and your mom. From time to time, they go into full-on tourist mode and take pictures of various buildings on campus, but for the most part they manage to avoid embarrassing me, or themselves. I shamelessly oogle the poor women as they walk. The erotic and hypnotic jiggling of their bodacious curves as they walk is a major hard-on.

At one point, the wind picks up slightly and gives you a brief glimpse of Ms. Hill's ass. A part of me wants to capitalize on it, but I decide to be more reserved and wait until dinner time. Hopefully by then, I'll find a new assortment of lights to absorb as well.

When we return to your dorm, we find that my dad is now up and about. Jake is also back in the room from the pep rally, sitting at his computer and playing a game.

"Oh, good, you're back," my father says. Jake turns around and gives a single nod out of courtesy before returning to his game.

"Did you miss us?" My mom lovingly asks. She gives your father a kiss on the cheek, but he doesn't look satisfied.

"I just wanted to eat and you took the car," he replies. His wife frowns at his honesty but otherwise ignores it. "So where do you want to go?" he asks.

"Well, I saw a very fancy restaurant on our way into the city earlier," mom says. "Maybe we could try there?"

Since there aren't any objections, the three of us head towards the door until your mom stops and turns to Ms. Hill. "You two are welcome to join us, of course," she offers.

I wonder what the Hills would've done for dinner instead if your mom hadn't offered, but it doesn't matter since they eagerly agree to accompany your family to dinner.

It doesn't take long for my family and the Hills to arrive at 'Lorenzo's', the restaurant mom picked out.

Before we can head in though, I find a family quickly making their exit. I stop for a second when I realize that I recognize them — it's the Porters, led by Karen Porter, my mother's sister and my aunt. Beside her are her husband, Bill Porter, and her two kids: Tom and Kayla.

Come along, children. We're eating elsewhere," Aunt Karen says in a hurry. She doesn't immediately notice her sister until they're out on the sidewalk. It doesn't seem to be a pleasant reunion. "Oh, Emma. What a surprise," she says, less than enthused.

"Karen," my mother replies with equal disdain. "Not eating here tonight? What's the matter, too expensive?"

"Quite the opposite, actually," Karen says with a fake smile. "I wouldn't go to this place to feed my cats, let alone my growing babies," she says while tussling the hair of Tom, her youngest. "It looks like it might be serviceable for your ragtag band though." Karen eyes our group as if it's an intellectual curiosity. She spends a considerable amount of time just staring in fascination at the two strangers we have in tow with us, particularly the one who's clearly dressed above her station right now.

This isn't my dad's first time dealing with the awkwardness between his wife and sister-in-law, so he quickly walks past both of them. "Karen, Bill, Tom, Kayla: pleasure as always," he says while entering the restaurant. He doesn't wait for a response.

I contemplate following him in, but I don't want to leave mom behind to deal with the Porters on her own. Kayla's not bad, but the others can quickly get on any sane person's nerves.

"I notice your daughter isn't with you. What happened, Emma? Did you lose her on your way here?" Aunt Karen asks, feigning genuine concern.

"She wanted to come up with her friends this year. Like we did when we were in college. Oh wait, you rode with Mom every year, didn't you?" My mom replies.

Aunt Karen rolls her eyes and snaps, forcing her well trained family to huddle closer to her. "Well, like your husband said, Emma, it's always a pleasure." The Porters awkwardly pass my group as they follow their matriarch down the street. I turn around to catch the eye of Kayla, who waves my goodbye, the only genuine show of familial love so far.

My mother breathes a heavy sigh and turns back to us. "Well, that was fun. Who's ready to eat?" I can tell she's still troubled by the passive aggressive interaction with her sister, but she masks it with a cheerful smile.

"Is your family always this intense?" Jake blurts out, followed by a loud "Ouch!" after his mom discreetly steps on his foot.

My mother ignores his comments and steps inside the restaurant to join her husband. Ms. Hill follows suit, leaving me and Jake outside. "Yes," I mutter, to answer his question, and then step inside the restaurant.

"Hi, I'm Sofia, I'll be taking care of you all tonight," a cute cheerleader walks up to our seat. I recognize her, she was the first person I noticed as I entered the restaurant."Hey, do you go to Grate University?" she asks, pointing towards me.

Ms. Hill nods for me, and then points to her own son, "That's right, they both do. They're on the first floor of Kramer Hall."

"I knew it! I saw you moving stuff earlier. I'm at Kramer Hall too, on the fourth floor. We should hang out sometime."

My mother is surprised by the coincidence, "You're a new student and you're already working at a fancy place like this?"

"My family's from around here so they helped me get this job. College is pretty expensive, so I'm working as many shifts as my schedule will allow."

My dad gives her an approving nod and then gives me a subtle thumbs up, silently encouraging me to romantically pursue the hard-working girl. Sofia then moves around the table, having everyone give their order.

Just as it's my turn to order, I notice flickering in your peripheral vision. I look around and find that several lights have made their way into the restaurant and are now waiting for me to call to them. There are three lightly silently floating around the room, a yellow, a brown, and a pink light.

Again, the pink light is entirely useless in a environment like this as I wouldn't be able to do anything to my target without people noticing. The brown light, while dancing around confidently, doesn't really pull my attention. The one that pull my attention, however, is the yellow light. I sigh softly and call upon its' power.

I draw in the humming yellow light and absorb its power. Almost immediately, I feel a single word resonate in my skull.

Wind

Wind

Wind

Fueled with the power of the wind, as well as information of the light's abilities, I direct my assaults at my mother. There is no reistance of the sorts as the gusts of wind pull off the fabric of her shirt. With a great gust of energy, I watch with an evil delight as the top part of her dress rips in half by a seemingly mysterious ****.

"What the fuck!" My mom shouts, desperately searching for the source of this cruel prank. Her husband sits there, shockdd by both the state of her dress and her public swearing. She tries to get on her knees to search for the culprit, but only opens herself up for more of my cruel game. I direct my power to her skirt, and with a swift flick of my wrist, her skirt is yanked off her, revealing her beautiful ass, covered only by the thin line of her panties.

My mother, now completely paranoid, waves her arms around, as if to combat some invisible assailant. The scene is definitely lewder than she anticipated. My father and Ms. Hill watch on with shock and horror at my mother, who is in nothing but her panties, as she play-fights some invisible ****. Seeing the event, Jake, dad, and Ms. Hill all rush over to the restaurant manager to complain about what they assume is a faulty air conditioner. My mother rushes to the restroom, her arms failing to cover her chest as her breasts bounce and jiggle as she runs. I eagerly follow behind her, under the premise of a son helping his dear mother. In truth, I am eager to exploit the possibilities given to me by the light.

My mother watches with fear and shame in her eyes as I unlock the restroom down and enter behind her, locking it once more. She is on her knees, whimpering and sobbing at the embarrassment she just faced. This makes the second time I've seen her in such a **** state. She turns to me with heavy, red eyes, and sighs. "How – How bad is it?"

I look her up and down, my cock straining against the rough fabric of my pants. At this point, I'm far too horny to think straight, or come up with a smart plan. All I care about is fucking my mother relentless in her fragile state. With another flick of my wrist, I direct the wind to act in the form of ropes, effectively tieing my mother up and restricting her movements. Her eyes widen at the sudden loss of her ability to move her limps. "Jo – John! I – I can't move my body." She struggles against my invisible constraints.

I slowly, to get my point across, unzip my pants and pull out my large cock, fully hardened by the sight before me. I give it a few strokes, to the absolute shock and disgust of my mother. "John! What the fuck are – "

I slam my cock into her warm, wet throat to shut her up. The feeling is simple magnificent. Her nimble and experienced mouth trying to fight back and repel from my cock, only to be pushed to it by an sudden gust of wind. I watch the fear on her face darkens as this sinks in.

I start a rough, but slow rhythms of thrusts into her throat. Her tongue is **** to dance along and lick at my throbbing shaft. I grab the back of her head and speed up my thrusts. I groan softly as she engulfs the entirety of my cock, and begins to eagerly lick and slurp at my cock, off her own accord this time.

"GLUCK!GLAKH!GLUKH!GLUKK!"

I lean back and enjoy her eager tongue working up and down my lock. Her experience shows, as she teases my tips, before taking me into her mouth once again. She moans into my cock while slowly traveling along its length with her tongue. Her finger walks from the tips of my shaft down to by balls, messaging them while she continues to take my cock deeper into her slimy, wet throat. I grab ahold of her once more and push her lips apart, before ramming down her throat, forcing her to gag and cough.

Finally settling in a motion of hard and rough thrusts, I lean forward and slam down into her throat, before pulling back and repeating. "Good slut," I mutter as I hold her head down, with the entirety of my cock stuffed in her mouth. It's clear her windpipe is blocked and she can't breathe, but I dont relent. Realizing I don't plan to stop or ease up, the panic starts to set in. She slaps my thigh repeatedly. Tears forms in the corner of her eyes and roll down her messed up face, while is fill with snot, spit, and even some vomit.

"GlUKH!GLUKH!" The sound of my mom gagging and **** on my shaft echoes along the sole restroom of the restaurant. It's arousing knowing my father is iust behind that door, and here I am fucking his wife's throat. I look into her eyes, amused at the fear and panic in them.

After I'm satisfied, I pull my cock out. She drops to the ground and begins to cough violently, while glaring me at.

"How was it done there?" I ask with a smirk.

"Shut up." She says, her voice unnaturally raspy. Rather than being horrified or afraid, she just seems mad I did that without telling her. Did the purple light have some lasting impact on her mind?

I allow her some time to relax and heal her throat. What fun is it fucking her if her voice would be raspy and unattractive.

I lean down and playfully slap my mother's ass and tell her to turn around. My mother, for some reason, just smiles and happily spins around, even wiggling her ass. "You wanna fuck your mommy? You wanna slam your big dick in my pussy and fuck me?" She moans as she talks. I never would have guessed my mother is into dirty talk.

Wordlessly, I spank her ass again, before lining my cock up with her wet slit. I grip her hips tightly as my cock effortlessly slides into her warm and wet hole. We gasp in unison, neither of us expecting the other to be this pleasurable.

I feel the best I've ever felt as I slam my cock deep into my mother's wet cunt and repeat. The pungent smell of sex leaks out from the restroom as I make use of my mother's body in a way I've never thought of before.

Her hips back up to meet my thrusts, and we both begin moving at a rhythm. I can't help but groan as my shaft is swallowed up by her incredibly tight fuck-hole. I could feel my mother's cunt get even tighter as I fuck her even rougher.

Erotic, lewd moans leaks from my mother as we both fuck each other, not like lovers, but as primal beasts in heat. She moans loudly as her eyes visibly roll back into her skull. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, her ass against my hips, echoes and fills the bathroom. I grab a handful of my mother's long locks of hair and tilt her head back, forcing her to look me in the eyes as I slam my cock inside her, repeatedly. I reach down and grope her big and bouncing breasts.

"Aah... mhnn... F-Fuck... Fuck! HARDER. Yeah, fuck your – your mom's wet pussy.." her moans grew more lewd as our fucking grew more vigorous. I reach down and grab a handful of her jiggling ass, my fingers digging into her soft flesh. Now, she is screaming and moaning continuously, leaking our heavy moans of pure pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" I ask, even though the answer is obvious.

"Oh! God – Fuck! Yes! Fu – Fuck me, harder.. mhmm.. ahhm.. ahhn.. HNGH! Fuck me.." I can feel my fatigue slowly rising, but I continue to thrust my penis deep inside her pussy, reaching places not even her husband has neared. Her loud satisfied moans start getting louder in response to the sudden increase in pace.

Finally reaching my peak, I grab the woman and pin her down as I slam into her aching cunt again and start emptying my balls inside her vagina, filling her with my warm, sticky cum. She is panting and moaning beneath as my warm cum fills her up.

"Fuck.. my beautiful boy just came inside his mother.." she looks up at me, a bit dreamily. As she lays down to get some rest, I roughly grab her and spin her around. She gasps as her back makes contact with the cold, dirty ground of the restroom. "Honey?"

There, settling her into the missionary position, I look into her eyes again. I lower my mouth to kiss her soft, plump lips while I simultaneously push my waist to impale her slit. I reach out to grab her bouncing boobs as I pump in and out of her pussy.

I lean down to kiss her once again, as my hips continues to move forward and I continue pounding the cunt of the woman who gave me life. I don't want her to just see me as a fuck-buddy or even a master, I want to take her away from my father, in heart and soul.

My hand travels to her neck and grips it roughly as I push in deep inside of my mother.. no, lover. While one hand is roughly **** her, the other is rubbing and playing with her clit.

My mind is filled with lust, and an indescribable desire to fuck the woman beneath me into absolute submission. Her moans echo along the walls of the bathroom, definitely reaching anyone listening from the other side of the door.

"Ahn.. hmn.. ahhhnn... HNGH! Fuck... yes.. yes.. fuck.. me.. harder.. fuckkk!!!" She moans loudly as we reach a collective orgasm.

"Mnhhhh... I love you," she whispers. I lean in and plant a passionate lovers kiss on her lips.