Family Breeding Island 4: Mother and Son

Story Excerpt

Kate’s world swayed with every thrust. The heavy pendulum of her breasts swung beneath her, a crude metronome. Her cheek was pressed against the cool, sweat-beaded vinyl of the dungeon bench, and the plastic of the ball gag crammed into her mouth left her jaw aching, her lips stretched raw, her throat soaked with drool. The rubbery taste had long ago become the only flavor in her mouth. The drool spilled out, thick and viscous, pooling onto the black leather beneath her chin.

The pain was as vivid as the pleasure. Nipple clamps pinched her swollen tips, each movement of her body pulling at the tiny jaws that bit down mercilessly. Every bounce, every jolt, the metal clamps tugged at her tender flesh, making her flinch even as her cunt convulsed. And Connor, her Connor, her own boy, her son, was behind her, knees spread on the padded seat, his fists locked in her hair like she was a misbehaving animal, fucking her with the kind of cruel tenderness that made her want to shatter.

A bullet vibrator, taped and cinched hard to her clit, whined with a relentless pulse. It was the only sound besides the wet slap of bodies and the choked, primal grunts pouring from Connor’s open mouth.

She couldn’t see her son. She could only feel his cock, his body, his power. He had her bent, ass hoisted in the air, thighs stretched so far apart she thought her groin would rip open. The bench was built for this: for doggy, for forceful fucking, for being bred. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her, but the thick, manly hands wrapped in her hair and the threatening mass of Connor’s body left her more helpless than any cuffs ever could.

He had been inside her for what felt like hours, his cock bludgeoning her from the inside, balls smacking her clit and setting off the vibrator’s incessant rhythm. The thing was taped on so tight she could feel her pulse in her clit, the blood pumping through her veins matched exactly to the high, desperate whine of the bullet. Her insides were so tight around him it felt like her entire body was one raw nerve.

She heard his voice, not as words at first, but as a vibration through the base of her skull.

“Fuck, Mom,” he panted. “Your pussy’s tighter than anything. I’m gonna fill you up. You’re gonna take my cum. You’re going to get pregnant. Breed for me.”