The Book of Power

And just like that, under the pretext of "teaching," Max fucked his slutty stepmom relentlessly for three days straight.

Since she was deep in her ovulation period, her desires were at an all-time high, so hormones turned every nerve into raw, screaming needs, and what started as structured "lessons" collapsed within hours into full-fledged breeding sessions, as the two fucked like animals.

She raised her buttocks high like a bitch in heat, knees spread wide on the bed, back arched obscenely, letting him thrust deep into her sopping cunt from behind.

Wet slaps echoed as he slammed balls-deep, cockhead battering her cervix, forcing her to yowl and claw the sheets while thick ropes of pre-cum mixed with her slick leaked down her thighs.

Sometimes she lifted one thigh, lying on her side, leg hooked high so he could lick and bite the soft skin of her inner thigh while pounding her little hole sideways. 

Slow, grinding rolls made her sob and flutter around him, her free hand reaching back to spread her ass cheeks wider so he could watch his shaft disappear inside her.

Other times, she lay flat on her back, legs spread in a wide M-shape, ankles locked behind his neck as he pressed down on her, heavy body crushing her tits while he suckled her swollen nipples hard enough to make her arch and scream. 

He thrust freely then, long punishing strokes that made her cunt gush around him, walls spasming as he flooded her womb again and again.

She bounced on his lap too, straddling him reverse, ass cheeks clapping against his thighs as she impaled herself over and over, cunt swallowing his thick prick to the root, tits bouncing wildly while she moaned like a whore in heat, begging him to "fill me deeper… breed me full…"

At times, she used her juicy tits to squeeze his cock, pressing the heavy, sweat-slick mounds together, sliding up and down in a sloppy titfuck, tongue flicking the leaking tip until he groaned and painted her cleavage white.

Other times she knelt between his legs, lips stretched wide around his girth, throat working as she took him deep, gagging, drooling, eyes watering, before spreading her legs wide again, guiding him back to her cunt so he could thrust straight into her cervix and ejaculate freely, unloading thick, dense loads deep inside her womb while she wailed and trembled.

After each round, her body was covered in fluids, cunt gaping and leaking milky cum, ass red and puffy from occasional reaming, tits glistening with spit and semen, mouth swollen and drooling, face streaked with ropes, even her beautiful legs shiny with drying white trails.

Even after filling her so much, his cock stayed tightly pressed against her cervix, the head lodged just inside, plugging her womb, refusing to let a single drop escape. 

Her lower abdomen was slightly swollen, completely filled with his cream as she lay trembling on the bed, taking him in and out, gush after gush of cream poured out amidst her exhausted moans.

And now she lay on the bed with a dazed, cock-drunk look in her eyes, head tilted sideways, lips wrapped around his massive morning wood, sucking lazily like it was the only thing keeping her alive.

Juices, cum, spit, and her own slick flowed down her chin and neck, dripping onto her huge, heaving breasts. 

Her legs were spread wide open, knees bent, revealing her vulva covered in milky, turbid fluid.

The entrance of her cunt opened and closed rhythmically, semen continuously flowing out from her slutty hole, soaking the already-ruined bedsheet in a dark, sticky puddle.

The entire room reeked of lewd decadence, thick musk of semen, sweat, her used holes, as she gave him a slow, worshipful good-morning blowjob that continued until he groaned and flooded her mouth again, thick spurts coating her tongue, overflowing her lips, dripping down her throat while she swallowed greedily.

After a long time, a drowsy Max felt something soft against his palm and squeezed, her heavy, sensitive tit, making her tremble and whimper as he instinctively thrust shallowly, feeling his cock enveloped by warm, fleshy walls. 

Hearing her soft, broken cry, he finally opened his eyes to the beautiful, debauched scene before him, remembering their debauchery of the previous nights.

After fully showing her real self to her stepson, Sera threw away any pretense and transformed into an insatiable cock-hungry slut, begging for his cock over and over, spreading for him in every position, until she finally collapsed. 

But Max still wasn’t done, so he continued to fuck her until he fell asleep over her, cock still buried against her cervix.

Even though softening eventually pulled him out slightly, his shaft remained lodged there the whole night, her cervical opening closing tightly around the head, trapping every last drop inside her womb.

Recalling everything they did, a smile appeared on his face as he lay down contentedly, waiting for his slutty stepmom to wake up.

He didn't wait long.

Ten minutes later, Chris finally woke up, only to find herself in this position, belly slightly bloated, womb heavy and sloshing, making her lust swell.

But her cunt and asshole were sore from the animalistic fucking, raw, swollen, burning, so she could only satisfy the last hole: sucking his morning wood, swallowing his thick semen like milk. 

When she pulled off with a wet pop, no semen flowed from her cunt, everything had stayed trapped deep inside.

Last, after he spurted his seeds into her cervix and ejaculated inside, the head lodged past the ring, and never fully pulled out afterward, so her cervical opening had sealed around him, locking every thick rope in her womb.

It seemed what she told him last night, about getting knocked up, was going to be true.

Thinking about it, no matter how open-minded she was, Chris couldn’t help but blush, her sore cunt churning weakly at the thought, a fresh trickle of arousal leaking despite the ache.

After giving him a messy, drooling blowjob, cum dribbling down her chin onto her tits, she staggered to the bathroom on shaky legs to wash her debauched body, covered in milky, turbid fluid from head to toe.

After showering, hot water cascaded over her swollen tits, rounded belly, and leaking holes...

Seeing that he still hadn’t come out of the bedroom, she smiled and walked naked to the kitchen.

With a playful hum, she slipped on nothing but a nude apron, the strings tied loosely so her heavy breasts spilled out the sides, nipples brushing the fabric, ass completely exposed, and began making breakfast.

While cooking, her plump buttocks swayed back and forth, huge breasts swinging with every motion, still remembering the three nights her stepson plowed her open, reaming her cunt and ass until she screamed, flooding her until she overflowed.

They were filled and tired, slept for hours, so the "breakfast" she made was practically lunch.

Wearing only the apron, Sera finished and carried the plates back to the bedroom, completely naked underneath, voluptuous body on full display to accompany her son while eating.

But the moment she walked towards him and set the tray down, Max, who had been waiting for her, suddenly rose and pulled her onto his lap...

"Max… wait! Baby… let’s eat first!"

She laughed softly, trying to stop him. "I’m sure you’re hungry."

He leaned closer, his warm breath making her shiver. "Yeah, I am. But not for that."

As he spoke, he tugged her apron up, bare cunt pressing against his hardening cock, making her whimper and drip onto his thighs, before leaning down for a kiss...

The passionate kiss was just like a horn, igniting the flames of lust in the hot, burning heat.

And just like that...they started again.

In the bathroom, her screams echoing off the tiles as Max bent her over the sink, pounding her dripping cunt while hot water rained down on them, legs shaking, hands slapping wetly against porcelain.

In the bedroom, hours of relentless missionary, doggy, her riding him reverse while her massive tits bounced wildly, sobbing in ecstasy each time he flooded her womb.

In the kitchen, where he’d lift her onto the counter, spread her thighs, eat her out until she squirted across the marble, then flip her over and take her ass while she clawed at the surface.

On the sofa, in the evening, where she’d suck him sloppily between rounds, drool running down her chin as she moaned around his shaft.

Until night fell again in her bedroom, where he railed her up and down, front and behind like animals — prone bone with her face smashed into the pillow, then flipping her to face him so he could watch her tits bounce and her belly jiggle slightly from the constant flooding while she begged louder and louder.

The breeding session that was supposed to end after three nights stretched into the fourth… and then the fifth, as they fucked each other like feral beasts with no end in sight.

Since he was in his final year of college, he had a lot of free time...time he spent fucking his stepmom, fucking until they passed out...only to fuck again when they woke up.

After days of steamy, lewd sessions, Max finally understood what it felt like to have a needy whore at his complete mercy.

He’d molded her holes to the exact shape of his cock, stretching and claiming every wall until she whimpered his name even when he wasn’t inside her.

Her pussy now clenched greedily the second he pushed in, milking him like it was born for his cum.

Her asshole was still painful from the abuse, red, swollen, and burning, making her scream even when she sat or tried to use the bathroom.

Days later, the breeding session finally ended when they heard the sound of the doorbell.

"Slut, is it one of your dildos?"

That was the first thing that came to his mind.

From the moment he heard her confession, how much of a secret slut she’d always been, how many men she’d spread for before and after marrying his dad, every sound at the door now screamed “one of her old fuckbuddies coming to reclaim her”.

That’s why he’d been fucking her nonstop, shaping her holes to his cock, stretching her pussy and ass until they remembered only his girth, his rhythm, his cum.

After all, as huge as he was, he wasn’t the biggest, and he didn’t want any other cock inside the slutty holes of his personal fucktoy.

"I don’t know," She purred, looking at him with a sly, cock-drunk smile.

"Are you jealous…?"

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

"Don’t worry… from now on you’re the only one I need."

Ah, whatever… if it’s one of her old toys, he’d just hypnotize them.

With that thought in mind, he opened the door—still shirtless and slick with sweat, cock half-hard and glistening from their last round—and looked at the person standing there… and froze.

Dad?

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