Making him do their mom

"Aiko’s not your wife, she’s the maid. Your wife is this pretty little thing here," Lucas said as he gestured toward Maeve with both hands, presenting their mother like a prize.

Declan’s stomach dropped completely. This evil fucker really wanted him to fuck his own mother.

"You are going to fuck her and you are going to tell this stupid maid how much better a real Irish woman’s pussy feels over hers," Lucas ordered.

Declan wanted to leap across the room and strangle the little shit right there. His hands trembled at his sides. But he knew he couldn’t. Lucas held all the power. He could make the women he controlled hurt themselves or hurt Declan and Aiko in an instant. He had to wait for the police. They had to be close now.

"Yes... Yes Master, I’ll do it," Declan stammered. He began walking toward them slowly.

"You heard him, you stupid MILF. Get on your back and open your legs," Lucas commanded Maeve.

Maeve nodded without hesitation. "Yes Master," she said sweetly. She lowered herself onto the large rug in front of the couch, laid on her back, and spread her thick pale thighs wide open. Her face was near Lucas’s feet, her massive freckled breasts spilled to the sides of her chest as she got into position. Her wet pussy was completely exposed, pink and glistening under the living room lights.

Declan wished the police would bust through the door right now, but they seemed to be taking their sweet time. He fumbled with the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, already hard despite everything. Their mother was a drop dead gorgeous woman. Even after everything Lucas had done to her, seeing Maeve laid out like this, pale voluptuous body, massive tits, thick thighs spread wide, still made his cock throb. The betrayal of his own body made him feel even more disgusted with himself.

He closed the distance between them and knelt between her spread legs. Grabbing his hard cock, he guided the head to her warm, wet pussy lips. He looked up one last time and spotted Aiko behind the couch. She had tears in her eyes as she looked at her husband.

Declan looked down at his mother’s spread body, his cock still hard and throbbing despite the storm of emotions raging inside him.

"Don't dilly dally asshole or the pussy will run dry," Lucas said as he laughed again, clearly enjoying every second of Declan’s discomfort.

Declan made up his mind. He had to play along until the police arrived. He had to commit. He leaned forward and pushed the head of his cock into his mother’s pussy. It felt incredible. Maeve’s warm, wet walls seemed to almost suck his cock inside her with her muscles, gripping him tightly as he sank deeper. She wrapped her thick pale legs around his waist and pulled him closer, causing Declan to fall forward right onto her heavy chest. Her massive freckled breasts cushioned his fall, soft and warm against his body.

The redheaded MILF began rocking her hips like a bitch in heat, thrusting up against him with surprising strength. She paid no mind to the fact that she was fucking her own son. Her thick round ass lifted off the rug with every movement, her pussy clenching around his shaft. A groan of pleasure left Declan’s mouth before he could stop it. The wet sounds of their bodies meeting filled the living room.

"Well? How does premium Irish pussy feel bro?" Lucas asked mockingly, still sitting on the couch with Ciara snuggled against him and Niamh’s head on his lap.

Declan remembered he was also supposed to do something else. He turned his head slightly toward Aiko and forced the words out while panting. "It feels so much better than that Asian tramp’s useless pussy master."

He hated every single word. His eyes met Aiko’s as he spoke. She had tears running down her cheeks while her hands continued massaging Lucas’s back. Her petite body looked even smaller and more vulnerable right now, her perky breasts exposed, her body still on display without her wishes.

"My wife’s pussy could never be compared with useless trash like her," Declan continued, hoping his voice cracking wasn’t giving him away. The guilt burned in his chest as he saw the pain in Aiko’s eyes. "I think that she–"

Just then there was a loud knock at the door, interrupting him.