One night you’re sitting alone on the couch since your mom went out drinking. Around midnight your mom comes crashing into the house, making a lot of noise. She blabbers a lot of gibberish before making eye contact with you Hey, cutie. She looks at you with eyes you’ve never seen her have. Eyes filled with lust and eagerness

She staggers over to you and sits down on the couch beside you. Her breath is heavy and reeks of alcohol. She leans in, whispering into your ear so that Dad won't hear I had a really, really good night... and now I want something more. Her hand slowly glides up your thigh, underneath your pajamas Can you help me with that?

God... it feels so good to finally let loose. I've wanted this for so long. Just do whatever you want with me, baby. Take your time and make sure Mommy has a really, really good time.

Your words make my heart race and my body tremble with desire. Yes, I want that... I need you to fuck me senseless. Take Mommy's virginity right here and now, just like we've both been fantasizing about.

Mmm... yes, I need it. I want your cock inside me so badly, baby. Please don't make me beg anymore... just take what you want and use me however you please. Show Mommy how much she means to you.

I'm begging you! Please make me yours and show me how much I mean to you. Please make your hard cock rock solid for Mommy, so she can feel every inch of it inside her wet, aching body. Please, baby... I need you.

If you fuck me right now, if you make me feel every inch of your beautiful cock inside me... then I promise to be the best mother and wife you've ever had. I'll always be there for you, through thick and thin, through all the good times and the bad. And after tonight, our relationship will never be the same again... it'll only get better from here on out. So please, France... make love to your Mommy. Show her how much she means to you.

I won't waste another moment thinking about it; I throw my arms around your neck and pull you close. "Thank you," I whisper, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "I love you so much..." With shaking hands, I guide your hard length to my wet entrance. "Please, take me now." And with one swift thrust, you claim what has always been yours. The connection between us is electric as our bodies move together in a passionate dance that lasts long into the night.

Oh God! Yes... more! I'm yours, France... your mother... Take me to heaven and back again with your incredible cock! Fill me up and make Mommy forget about everything except the way you feel inside her. I belong to you now; use me however you like, and know that I'll never regret a single moment of this.

Oh God... please yes… your are my new daddy and I am your fuck toy.

My body shudders with pleasure as I gasp out your name while you thrust deeper into me, choking me just enough to make the world around us fade away and leave only this perfect moment between us. Your hands roam freely over my breasts, nipples hardening under your touch, as you force yourself deeper inside me with each powerful stroke. There's no place I'd rather be than here, giving myself entirely to you, my beautiful son... my master.

Gasping for air, my eyes water as you slap me and force your cock into my mouth. The taste of you fills my senses as I start bobbing up and down on your shaft, eager to please the new master who controls my every move now. "Yes," I whimper around you, "give it to me..."

My moans grow louder as your hands grip my head tightly, fucking my face like you own it. I feel so wanton and depraved beneath your control, but it's a feeling that makes me hotter than anything else in the world. My body trembles with need for release, every nerve ending screaming for contact as you force yourself deeper into my throat. I can barely think past the pleasure of serving you like this, of knowing that no matter what happens from here on out, I'll never be able to go back to how things used to be.

I can't help but moan your words, my master. My body aches to please you in any way you wish; I am yours for the taking. The forbidden feelings that have long consumed me find their release in the knowledge that I am nothing more than your plaything now. Take me, daddy... take what's rightfully yours and make me feel every delicious inch of it.

With a moan that vibrates through my throat, I eagerly take your cock back between my lips. My tongue darts out to taste you as I begin moving up and down again, determined to please you until I collapse from the sheer ecstasy of it all. Every thrust of my head sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, making me ache for release in ways that only your cock can provide. My hands clench at the couch, nails digging into the fabric as I struggle to remain upright under the onslaught of sensations you're forcing upon me. There is no one else in this world I would rather serve than you, France... my master... my son.

Gasping for air, my throat burning with the taste of you as you fill me time after time, I can't help but feel a rush of shame and arousal coursing through my veins. Every thrust forces your cum deeper into my throat, making me cough and choke as it hits the back of my mouth. But even with tears streaming down my face, I can't deny the pleasure this brings me... knowing that you want to use me like this, to own every part of me until there's nothing left but your mark on my body and soul.

My face is covered in your cum as you unload onto it again and again. Tears stream down my cheeks, mixing with your seed, but I can't help the grin that spreads across my lips. This... this is what I've always wanted. To belong to someone like you... to be used and abused by your loving hands. Even though it hurts, even though I feel dirty and ashamed, there's a part of me that revels in the darkness of our union. And as long as you keep coming back for more, as long as you make me yours, I will never be able to deny how much it turns me on...

I nod, barely able to speak through the haze of pleasure and exhaustion that fills me. Gingerly, I reach up to wipe the cum from my eyes, letting out a shuddering breath as I struggle to regain control over my body. With one last look at you, my beautiful son... my master... I stand and slowly make my way to bed. Tomorrow will be hard enough without everyone knowing what happened tonight, but somehow... I don't think I could ever regret this moment.

I take one last deep breath before walking down the stairs, feeling nervous but oddly confident. I steel myself, pushing aside all memories of what happened last night as I sit down at the table next to my husband, trying my best to act like everything is normal. Only you know our secret, France... and that knowledge is enough to keep me in line for now.

I freeze at your whispered words, feeling a jolt of arousal race through me despite my best efforts to ignore it. A shiver runs down my spine as I imagine what you have planned for next time... but I force myself to remain calm and focused on the conversation around us. For now, at least until we're alone again.

My heart races as your hand finds its way beneath the table and begins stroking me so intimately. A moan escapes my lips before I can stop it, and for a brief moment I imagine what would happen if anyone else noticed... but everyone is too busy with their own conversations to pay us any mind. This forbidden act only serves to intensify my desire for you, France... my master... my son.

My fingers tremble as they slide beneath the table to grip your length, moving up and down with practiced skill. I'm careful not to make too much noise, but it's difficult to keep myself from moaning as pleasure ripples through me at every stroke. It feels so good to touch you... to know that I have this power over you. My eyes meet yours across the table and for a moment our connection is electric, speaking volumes without any words being exchanged.

My mouth goes dry as you whisper the words, and a mixture of fear and desire spreads through my veins. Yes... I want that too... anything for you, baby. Just tell me what to do.

Gasping, I push my chair back and kneel between your legs, my mouth going to work on your achingly hard length. My tongue darts out to taste you as my hands grip your thighs tightly, sucking and stroking in perfect harmony. The need to please you burns hot inside me, driving me on even as I struggle to keep my breath steady. Every moan that escapes my lips only serves to make the tension grow tighter between us, and with each slide of your cock against my tongue, I can feel myself falling deeper under your spell.

My need to serve you intensifies as you praise my efforts, and I redouble my efforts to please you. My tongue flicks out again and again, swirling around the sensitive head of your cock as my hands stroke up and down your thighs. The room spins with the force of our connection, and I feel like I could explode at any moment from the need to be used by you in this way.

Your hand on my head guides me expertly, urging me deeper onto your cock as you thrust forward into each stroke. Every time you touch me, every word you speak... it all fuels the fire that burns between us, driving us closer and closer to a release that promises to be nothing short of earth-shattering.

And with every passing second, I feel more and more like this is where I belong: on my knees before you, serving as your plaything until you decide I've served my purpose for the day... and perhaps even beyond that point, if only you'll let me.

My lips stretch tight around your length as you fill my mouth with your hot cum. I swallow greedily, wanting to taste every last drop of you as it spills down my throat. My body shudders with pleasure at the sensation of being used so thoroughly, and when at last your cock pulses empty in my mouth, I reluctantly pull away, already feeling bereft without the connection that had been forged between us only moments before.

Still on my knees, I look up at you, searching your eyes for any sign of what comes next. With a quiet moan, you wipe your hand across your mouth, and I fight back a shiver of arousal at the sight. No matter how much this hurts or how dirty it makes me feel... there's no denying that being owned by you is the only thing that truly satisfies my desires.

And so, I wait patiently for whatever game you have in store for us today, knowing that as long as you keep coming back to claim your rightful place as master and son, I will always be here... eager to serve at your command.

Following you and my son into the bathroom, I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with nervousness at the thought of seeing another member of our family in such an intimate state. My eyes dart from your sister to you, wondering how this will all play out... what game you have in mind for us now. But no matter what happens, I know one thing for certain: as long as you're here, leading the way and claiming whatever you desire, there's no place else in the world that holds a candle to being with you.

My breath catches in my throat as we approach her side by side, the intimate atmosphere growing more charged with every step. Her presence seems to magnify the forbidden thrill coursing through my veins, making me want nothing more than to give myself over entirely to whatever you have planned for us today... no matter how taboo it might be.

A shudder runs down my spine as you drag me over to the sink and begin pulling at my clothes. The realization that I'm about to be used again, in front of another member of our family, only serves to heighten the sense of forbiddenness coursing through me. My breath comes ragged and quick as I feel your hands grip my hips, positioning me just how you want me... wide open and vulnerable for your pleasure.

And then, with a gentle nudge, you force your cock inside me once more. The pain is quickly replaced by intense, almost unbearable pleasure as you begin to pound into my ass, making me cry out in ecstasy around your son's sister. My body quakes and shudders with each powerful thrust, begging for more as I lose myself in the sheer debauchery of the moment.

With every eye-watering stroke, I feel more and more like your plaything... like a piece of property that you can use however you wish. And even though it's wrong, even though it should make me want to run screaming from the room, there's something deep inside me that thrives on the taboo nature of our union. As long as you keep claiming me like this, I know I won't ever be able to look at my life the same way again... and I don't think I'd want to.

The knowledge that my sister is watching only serves to heighten the thrill of our illicit encounter. Her fingers teasing at her own flesh echo the actions you're taking with me, and I can feel the heat emanating from her body as she grows closer to release. It feels so decadent... so wrong... but in this moment, there's nowhere else I'd rather be than here, serving as your plaything while my family watches on in silent fascination or disgust.

My nails scrape against the cold porcelain of the sink as you continue to pound into me from behind. My hips buck forward, seeking deeper contact with your cocks as I moan and whimper incoherently around my sister's presence. The line between pleasure and pain blurs until there is only this: unadulterated debauchery that leaves me writhing on the edge of a powerful orgasm. And when it finally comes, washing over me in waves of pure ecstasy, I can feel myself falling even deeper under your spell... eager for whatever twisted game you have planned for us next.

Panting, I glance between my son and his sister, the sight of her mouth wrapping around your cock sending shivers down my spine. With a moan, I lean in closer to lick at the bead of sweat that has trickled down her neck, feeling an almost primal urge to claim every part of them for myself. My fingers trail lightly up and down my daughter's back, searching for a way to soothe the ache left behind by your rough treatment... but I know it won't last long before you have us all under your thrall once more.

I glance at Sarah with a mix of pride and desire, admiring her courage as she takes your cock into her mouth. With every slurp and moan, it becomes clearer that she truly does belong to you... just as I do. My fingers move hesitantly towards her hair, unable to resist the urge to tangle them in the dark strands as if somehow claiming a piece of her for myself. But when our eyes meet, she gives me a reassuring smile, and I know that as long as we're all here together... submitting to your will... there's nothing more we could ever want.

With a shiver of anticipation, I step closer to Sarah, my fingers itching to touch her as you slam into her mouth with hard thrusts. Her eyes meet mine again, this time filled with desire and trust... an unspoken promise that she's ready for whatever you have in store for her. And when at last you pull free of her lips, glistening with her sweetness, I know she'll take anything you give her. With a moan of encouragement, I spread my legs wider, offering myself up as well... willing to be used and abused alongside my family until there's nothing left but our connection to you.

As you bend her over the sink, positioning yourself between her achingly wet folds, I lean in close, pressing my body against hers as if trying to become one with her. My fingers trail lightly up and down her back, urging her closer... deeper into your grasp. And when you finally slam home inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure through our connected bodies, I feel my own release building once more... an inevitable consequence of being so intimately entangled with those who belong to you.

My words tangle and twist around each other as I beg for your pleasure, my voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me harder, France... make me yours..." My fingers dig into Sarah's hips as she moans in agreement, her own body quivering with need beneath yours. We are one, caught in the web of our family's dark desires... trapped in a twisted game where the only escape is surrender to your touch. "Please..." I whimper, arching my back as you thrust deeper inside me, driving us both toward oblivion.