Unspoken Pleasure

Note: This is part four of a continuing incest series. I highly recommend you read the first three parts in the previous chapters.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

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The remaining days before our trip to Vegas for the wedding were the best rerun of all time as I lived my own sexual Groundhog Day over and over. I was awakened daily by Mom with her superb cock sucking lips. This was followed by a lengthy fuck session, where I blasted my first load of the day into Mom… usually into her eager mouth; I then went to college and tried to learn things, which was difficult with my mind preoccupied with my wild sex life… except in philosophy class where Professor Williams seemed like another MILF I might one day pillage. I came home for supper, which usually included if Dad was home, a quick discrete poke, a quick clandestine suck or occasionally a stealthy unloading inside my Mom; or if Dad wasn’t home there’d be time for another lengthy full out sex session with all the bells, whistles and shout choruses. In the evening I would meet Miranda at the television station where I would always fill her mouth with my good luck seed before the newscast and later usually fuck her in a marathon post-broadcast sex session. For Miranda I varied where my final load of the day went, either her equally tantalizing mouth or pussy. When we weren’t fucking we talked about our plans for our Vegas trip, which was going to include my joining the mile-high club… with my Mother.

The night before the trip I had already unloaded a load down Miranda’s sweet mouth when she asked, following her final weather presentation for several days, “Why haven’t you gone for my other hole yet?”

I was surprised by the question, but responded, “It isn’t because I haven’t thought about it.”

“Well good,” Miranda smiled her seductive smile, allowing her dress to fall to the floor, “because tonight I want to get a little dirty.”

I replied with a joke. “Are we not always a little dirty?”

“Enough with the semantics,” she countered, sauntering over to me like a predator hungry for fresh meat, discarding clothing as she went. “Tonight you’re going to fuck my ass and I’m not taking no for an answer,” she added, reaching me wearing only tan thigh high stockings and a seductive look that made me almost cream my jeans right then and there.

I stammered, still unable to believe my good fortune. I was fucking Miranda Collington… the Miranda Collington… my dream girl through so many of my teenage stroke fantasies and half the reason for my obsessive stocking fetish (my hot Mother being the other half), “N-n-no is not in my vocabulary.” (At this moment suave is what I was not.)

“That’s because you sir, are a male slut,” she accused playfully as she squeezed my cock through my jeans. I was about to try for a witty comeback when my mouth was obstructed by Miranda’s luscious lips and busy tongue. Miranda was an enigma. She was beautiful, powerful and confident, yet not a stuck-up bitch like all the high school and college girls who were similarly pretty. She loved to be fucked hard and used… even dominated… like a slut, but she was also the sweetest woman I knew. She was usually submissive when we were alone but not always, yet only someone who’d encountered her in a bedroom setting would have a clue about her sub side as her public persona oozed a confidence and charm that was super sexy but with no outward sign of the enthusiastic slut lurking within. She called me her boyfriend but allowed me to fuck my mother and was even assisting me with the seduction of a friend of hers and Mom’s… Ellie Weatherton. She was perfection in mind, body and spirit, and she was mine. Not all mine, but primarily mine, which was plenty good enough for me, since she liked to share.

Breaking the kiss, she went to my ear and nibbled, her hot breath sending pulsing sensations directly to my hard cock. She whispered in a sultry voice, “So when are you going to fuck my ass, stud?”

I moaned at her nastiness and her hot breath. Taking charge like she loved me to do, I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her to her stocking-clad knees. I replied, “Right after you get me nice and ready.”

She looked up, her eyes sparking, her smile divinely dazzling, but said nothing as she unbuckled my pants and pulled them down. Pulling my cock out of my underwear, never breaking eye contact, she grabbed my fully stiff eight-inch member. “I think just the idea of pounding the literal shit out of me has your missile ready to launch.”

I ignored the nasty pun as her hand on my cock and her nasty mouth indeed had me ready and willing and I was thankful I’d already shot two loads today (one in Mom this morning and another in Miranda a couple of hours ago just before her newscast). Trying again for suave when I was completely overwhelmed by this perfect woman, I said, “Less talk, more action, my pet.”

She meowed playfully at me before taking my cock in her mouth. Miranda was the most amazing cock sucker I’d ever experienced and she had a variety of styles, but two were her go-tos. The first I’d received earlier today, which I call the ‘Fire in the Hole’, in which she hungrily devours my cock and bobs up and down relentlessly, eagerly swallowing all of my cock until as soon as possible she makes me coat her throat with cum. The second I have named the ‘Slow Burn’ because she doesn’t so much suck my cock as make love to it. She brings me to a plateau and won’t allow my blood to boil enough to shoot my load, but she controls me with such infinite precision that I linger in a state of pleasurable suspension forever. It is the most intense tease in the world. She swirls around the cockhead, she sucks my balls, she deep throats me briefly, and she licks my cock like an ice cream cone. But it’s not a static plateau, an ongoing sameness, for she also mixes speeds to keep me unbalanced in an everchanging, perpetual sexual limbo. She loves it when I assert myself and throw her around and skull fuck her and call her dirty names and lots of etceteras, but whenever she decides to assert herself she has all the power and we both know it.

This time I received the Slow Burn. She started by swirling her tongue around my cockhead and then clamping her mouth tight around my mushroom top and slowly pulling her head back. Each time a clear ‘plop’ sound echoed as her lips briefly backed off of my cock. This was new and brought intense pleasure to me… adding to the lengthy tease.

I moaned, “Holy shit Miranda, that feels amazing.”

Stroking my cock with her left hand, she teased, “Wait until this big snake of yours is buried in my ass.”

“I can’t waiiiiit,” I moaned as she switched gears, deep throated my cock and furiously bobbed back and forth for thirty seconds or so.

After the quick build up, she took my cock back out of her mouth and continued the filthy talk, talking in third person. “Did you ever stroke yourself all those years thinking of pounding Miranda Collington’s ass? Making her your personal ass-slut? Burying your love stick between her perfect seat cushions?”

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, completely at the mercy of this sex goddess.

Downshifting again, she slid her tongue down the side of my cock slowly, like a snake slithering its way toward its next meal. Reaching my balls, she took each one in her mouth and pleasured them individually… all part of the Slow Burn. Her hands caressed my ass as she moved her tongue back up my eager member and returned to teasing my mushroom top.

After a couple more minutes of teasing, I was revved up and raring to go. I picked her up and carried her to the couch, gently tossed her onto it and buried myself between her legs, licking her sweet pussy.

She giggled with a moan, “Oh you bad boy, eat my cunt!”

Like her, I could tease too. I avoided her overly sensitive clit, which usually triggered quicker orgasms, and slowly licked her damp pussy lips.

“Stop teasing me, baby,” she moaned, “the sooner I come, the sooner you get my ass.”