Part 01.2
"We... we... can't be doing this," Jesse said, with a shaky voice. Fighting back a moan to keep the household staff from hearing what was happening in that room.
"Why not?" Darla asked, with a devious grin. Watching how her son's eyes fluttered as she slowly stroked him off. She had left the pair of panties she had worn to the board meeting in the glove box of her car just on the off chance that her son would take her up on her offer.
"What about Dad?" Jesse let out a shuddering breath as his mother's thumb kneaded the underside of his crown.
"You're father knows," Darla stated, smirking at her son as his eyes shot to her. "This is just a business transaction, granted one that I'm going to greatly enjoy, but a business transaction, nonetheless," she said, taking hold of his right hand and guiding it along her thigh, beneath her skirt and right to her wet cunt. "Are you going to tell me you don't want to feel this hot, wet pussy wrapped around this?" Darla asked, sucking in a breath as she eased two of his fingers into her welcoming canal. "Patricia and I will be your consultants," rocking her hips to get his fingers deeper into her womanhood, "so what does it matter that I want to fuck you? This doesn't seem to have a problem with the idea," she said, gently squeezing his blood engorged cock. "So what do you say Jesse, should I stop, or should I swing my leg over your lap and ride you so hard you pass out?" Darla asked, knowing this encounter had to be quick. She had other business to attend to that afternoon, yet that didn't mean she wouldn't be writhing on her son's bed when his face was between her legs. This was just to seal their binding contract with one another.
"Fine... you have a deal," Jesse said, through ragged breaths knowing he was going to need the help. He would rather not be the one responsible for thousands of his employees losing their jobs because he fucked up.
"Mmm... just what I wanted to hear," Darla purred, rising from her seat, tossing her jacket onto the couch's armrest. Hiking up her skirt to show her son that she had shaved just for him. "Relax honey, let your mother do the work... this time," she said, winking at him as she straddled his lap. Her hand guiding his throbbing rod towards her awaiting entrance. Whimpering as she lowered herself down onto that mushroom top. Feeling Jesse's hands on her hips as she slowly worked herself inch by inch down the length of her son's cock. "F-f-fuck," her voice trembled as her canal clenched and unclenched as all of her son rested inside of her womanhood, "you're so big," Darla said, in a hushed whisper. The thought of being overheard by the staff only made her wetter as she rose and lowered herself on her son's stout rod. Her hands took hold of the sides of his face as his own took command of her ass. Their lips smacked and tugged on one another's as Jesse combined his strength with her downward plunges. Driving his cock deeper into her sex.
Moaning into her son's mouth as the scent of her sex filled the air. Her juices coating every inch of her son's manhood with every thrust of his hips. "That's it baby, fuck your mother, fuck me like you own me," Darla growled low, the need to cum burned brightly in her eyes. Her hands shot down to his arms, her grip was deadly upon them, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her nostrils flared, her body quaked. Her left hand shot to her mouth muffling her scream of bliss as she came hard upon her son's cock. Feeling her cream surging down his pole, only to fuel her need for more. Darla renewed her assault on her son's lips, knowing, now, that while Frank might be her husband, might get to fuck her when he wanted. Frank was no longer the one she was going to fuck willingly. She would do so only out of obligation to their wedding vows. Frank would never be able to satisfy her any longer, not when she's felt her son in places his father could never reach. Her wet sex resounded in equally wet slaps as Darla pounded her son's cock deep into her cunt. She wanted to feel her son for hours after she left his new home to finish her meetings.
"Oh God, Jesse, you make my pussy so fucking wet," Darla said, in a hoarse whisper. "You like how your mother's cunt milks that cock, don't you baby?" Wishing they were naked and in his bed and not on his couch, yet all in due time. First she wanted him to get a taste of what she could do for him. Then Jesse wouldn't have a need to look outside of his family -- namely her -- to fulfill his needs.
"Y-y-yes," Jesse groaned. Feeling his balls tightening, his cock swelling foretelling what was to come.
"Do it baby, cum in me. There's no need to be worried about getting me pregnant," Darla panted, slamming down to his base driving his cock deep into her. Cumming along with her son as his seed flooded her womb. Her slurping filled the room as Darla cleaned her son's cock of all traces of her cream. Her eyes never leaving his, silently telling him she was his now. She never sucked her own sex off of Frank's cock whenever they had sex. Sure she gave him blowjobs and whatnot, yet she never swallowed his cum either. Her son, Jesse, was the rarity. She would swallow every load he pumped down her throat, lick off her own cream from his cock, because why? She was her son's mistress and no one needed to know she was fucking her own son, or that he had just fucked her better than her own husband did in less than thirty minutes.
Patricia didn't have the trouble of worrying about a husband that would get jealous if she spent her time with Jesse. In this adventure Patricia had a perfect way to get what she wanted given how Charles was a cuck. Not that she had a problem with Charles, yet he was a timid man and Patricia wore the pants in their marriage. Not that Patricia ever stepped out of their marriage until now, or at least not that Darla knew of. Then again, Charles did enjoy the lifestyle he had married into to. So Darla suspected as long as his wife fucked upwards, and Jesse was a very big step upwards, then Charles wouldn't say a word as long as their lifestyle was maintained.
"Here," holding out a slip of paper with hers and Patricia's accounts where he could wire the money into, "you can wire the money to those accounts," Darla said, smiling down at her son. Her hand took hold of his chin, her kiss was filled with passion, her tongue rolling in his mouth foretelling her son: she would definitely be back, especially when all the staff had left for the night. Only Jarvis stayed on the property in the house at the far end of the estate. It was to give Greta the sense of privacy without feeling Jarvis underfoot. "I can't believe how much my pussy is throbbing right now," Darla purred as she stared into her son's eyes feeling his cum running down her thigh. "Do be prepared for me to move some of my clothes in here, that mega-closet will be a good place to store them for when you need me to join you to whichever event that might be. So don't you go changing that room, also be sure to keep two of the bedrooms open for our use; we will staying here off and on, how else will you be able to take full use of our... talents," she cooed in a sultry tone.
"Young sir, if your hungry lunch is served," Jarvis said, appearing in the doorway once his mother had left. "As requested a Good Will truck will be arriving shortly to take the articles along with the bed to their warehouse. However sir, I would like to ask if the ladies could, perhaps, look through the garments before you send them off, in case they wish to wear such fine clothes?" he spoke knowing how his wife -- the head housekeeper -- was always found lingering in that converted room.
"Sure, if they find something they want, I have no problem letting them take whatever dress and whatnot they want. If they take everything then... well the bed will be the only thing leaving here for Good Will," Jesse said, smiling at Jarvis. Hoping the old man couldn't smell his mother's sex in the air. Equally glad that his cock wasn't on display either. He didn't know how he would be able to explain that to anyone if they saw what had happened in that room just minutes before.
"Very good sir, I shall inform the ladies," Jarvis answered with a slight bow to his head. "Also as to what you spoke of this morning regarding those that wish to stay on, I'm happy to inform you, good sir, that all have agreed to serve under your charge."
"Happy to hear that," Jesse stated, getting to his feet. "So Jarvis what have the chefs prepared for lunch today?" he inquired over his shoulder as he walked down the long, ornate hall towards the grand staircase.
"You're favorite sir, a meatball sub with homemade potato chips," Jarvis replied.
"Mmm... that sounds good, would you care to join?" Jesse asked, peering over at the man as he prepared to saunter down the stairs. "On second thought, ask the staff if they would care to join me for lunch I'm sure the chefs prepared enough to serve the whole household," he stated knowing that Greta always made sure the people she employed in her house at least had a meal at lunch.
"I can't speak for everyone, yet I know me and Anglia would be honored," Jarvis said, with a warm smile. He always loved working for Greta, serving her was a stroke of luck, at least he thought. Greta never once made him or any of the others feel like they were servants -- granted, yes, that's what they were paid for -- yet Greta made them feel like family. Hence why Greta rarely had to seek out new help whereas the other rich families that dotted the surrounding area had trouble keeping good help with the way they treat their charges. It seemed to him Jesse was just like Greta. He knew all about how he riled up his family members became when he chose to take on the working class job and not lavish in the lifestyle he was born into. He just hoped the young man didn't allow his money to turn him into a spoiled, arrogant sod that roams the area.
"Good, I do hate eating alone, especially when I can make sure those here get at least one good meal." Jesse's voice floated on the air as he descended the stairs.
Laughter filled the grand dining room as Jesse and his staff dined on the very satisfy meal that his chefs had prepared for all of them. Nodding along when one would speak of the hardships he knew all about given he had foregone his family's money until now. He knew what it was like to work for every dollar that was in his weekly paycheck. It was why he offered to give them all ten percent raises. Not that they weren't paid handsomely already. No one on his household staff made less than thirty grand. Yet he knew every little bit helped.
The next day...
His eyes glanced to his mother's and Patricia's reflections in the elevator doors as they shot upwards towards the forty-seventh floor of Greenworks Aerospace and Technologies where he had called a board meeting to introduce himself as the new owner of the company. Also to garner whatever he could on the current projects they were working on. He wanted to make sure they were meeting their deadlines, and to keep their suppliers happy. It didn't matter if his aunt had just passed. Her business still had to meet its obligations.
"Don't worry honey," Darla cooed, leaning in, resting her hand on his bicep. Noticing how her sister was glancing at her as she pressed her body against Jesse's arm. "Your consultants are here to help you," she whispered sweetly into his ear. Remembering how his cum felt when it struck her womb, how it felt sitting in her cunt as she went about her day. To how it tasted when she licked his dried semen from the seat of her panties while she stood in the bathroom of her home so she could wash her sex and body of any evidence of their love making before Frank got home.
"Mmm... yes, the things I will do for you, just so you don't fall," Patricia said, shoving his arm between her 32D breasts. The moment Darla had called her to tell her that her son had agreed to their deal, and when she opened up that account and saw that there was a hundred grand waiting for her. A delicious smile formed on her lips knowing what she would be doing to make sure that she was taken care of. While she did wish Charles was a little more forceful, like Frank was, still she knew well enough even Frank wouldn't allow her sister to continually to sleep around on him. Even if it was his own son. Hence why those two accounts were hidden from their respective spouses.
In case the day came where they would be faced with a divorce that she and Darla knew could be messy given the wealth each one of them had -- minus the money they were making working for Jesse. Granted she couldn't say Charles would go that route he was too much of a weakling to confront her like that. Not that she didn't love him, which she did, she wouldn't have married him if she hadn't. Sometimes she was just tired of making all the decisions in their marriage. Sometimes she just wanted to be fucked and hard, if the way her sister described it as she drove to one of her meetings after leaving Jesse's new home then she so wanted to be cumming on that cock of his. "So how about once the board meeting is over you take me to your new office and fuck me on that desk. What better way to earn my pay, hmm?" Patricia purred.
"Don't you worry about a thing, I'll make sure you two aren't interrupted," Darla uttered knowing that the camera in the cab of the elevator only recorded video and the way Patricia's body was situated it hid how her hand was rubbing along her son's manhood. "Then you can fuck me too, if this has anything left in it, once Patricia is done, that is."
"I don't know sister, I might just drain these balls of his," Patricia said hungrily, cupping her nephew's jewels. Knowing they couldn't do more than that at the moment given where they were, the staff there knew who they were given the massive family portrait hanging in the main lobby to show their workers that this was a family oriented business. So she couldn't shove her tongue into Jesse's mouth or drop to her knees and whip out his cock and suck him off, no matter how delightful it sounded to her. Glancing up when the elevator began to slow knowing that the board room was three floors below the office that Jesse now commanded.
Sighing in his mind as the ding of the bell sounded before the doors rolled open. Jesse never thought he would be in the corporate world. Buttoning his suit jacket as he exited the cab, feeling his mother and aunt at his back as he walked down the hall like he owned the place, which he did, he had to show a strong front to ensure that the directors of the departments and the CFO wouldn't dare make a move against him and try to pull the company out from underneath him. After all Greenworks Aerospace and Technologies wasn't a publicly traded company. All decisions were his and his alone to make in regard to how profitable the company was. He could already feel the weight of fates of every single employee on his shoulders. Jesse noted how some had knowing looks when they saw his mother and aunt, yet all contained confused looks when their eyes fell upon him. Holding up his hand telling them to stay there for a moment.
"Has the meeting begun yet?" Jesse asked in a commanding tone, once he stepped up to the circular desk as four different secretaries worked behind it. A swing door attached to one side of the cut out was the only means of leaving that circular prison. Listening to how they all were working on making sure the department heads and everyone else who would be in attendance had what they needed while also seeing to their regular duties.
"Please sir, if you will have a seat one of us will get to you shortly," said a high pitched man with his head bowed while indicating a bank of chairs against the far wall.
"How about we try this again, and do try to look your new boss in the face when he's talking to you," seeing their bodies still at his stern words, "now has the meeting started yet?" Jesse asked, in a more forceful tone.
"I apologize sir," the man squeaked, "we weren't aware that you would be coming in today," he said, his knees shaking beneath his desk as Jesse stared coldly down at him.
"That is the point of an impromptu board meeting: to keep you all off kilter," Jesse spoke in a monotone voice. "So to my question."
"N-n-no sir, we were still waiting for the Director of Advanced Aeronautics and the Director of R&D to arrive."
"Good. Seems I'm not late," knowing he already wasn't, it didn't hurt to keep his new employees on their toes, "how soon will they arrive?" Jesse asked, placing his hands behind his back knowing how his crisp black suit looked when he did so. "Do inform them I'll deduct five percent of their budget for every minute they're late," he said, in a stern voice. Even though he wouldn't do such a thing yet he had to make it known they couldn't walk all over him either.
"That won't be necessary sir," the man said, as he looked past Jesse as the elevator doors rolled open.
Turning to look, Jesse eyed the early forties black man and his expensive grey suit, and the stunning red head that stood by his side. Noting how they were chatting amongst themselves without bothering to register his or his mother's and aunt's presence. One would think given how his family, with now him as its head, ran the company they wouldn't be hard to notice. Nodding to his mother and aunt, who had a look on their faces that said something that he didn't even want to know.
Jesse heard their clamoring voices through the door as his aunt and mother moved past him. Arching an eyebrow at their sultry looks as their hands rested on the door handles of the double doors. Watching how they opened inwards to give him a grand entrance. Jesse tried not to notice how their nipples were pressing against their high dollar blouses as he walked past. Seeing the CFO scurrying out of his seat as he walked into the room.
"Didn't know you wanted my seat so badly," Jesse said coldly, eyeing the man who looked away, red faced.
"Yes, do stay out of your boss's chair from now on David," Darla said, "I know you didn't pull such stunts when Greta was alive, and Jesse here, won't put up with it either."
"You all obviously know who we are," Patricia said, gesturing to her sister as Jesse continued to approach his chair. "As you are well aware, Greta left this company and many others to Jesse, you should be honored that your rudeness to the new CEO hasn't cost you your positions on the board," she stated looking directly at the two directors who had passed them a few moments ago, subtly, yet properly chastising them for their faux pas.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this meeting is just an introduction of sorts," Jesse said, leaning forward, resting his forearms on the table, interlocking his fingers together as he looked around the table. Feeling his mother's and aunt's hands resting on the back of his chair as each one stood on either side of him. "Until I'm caught up on every division in the company I'll be meeting with each and every one of you privately so I can judge whether or not your division has a place here," he stated, keeping his smirk hidden at the startled looks on their faces. Jesse wasn't about to lay anyone off they just didn't need to know that. There was nothing wrong with keeping them on their toes. "Although Mrs. Dell..."
"It's Ms., now," Brinda corrected; her red hair bounced as she peered over at Jesse.
"Forgive me, Ms. Dell," seeing her posture softening, "while I was going over everything in the wake of my great aunt's passing, I stumbled upon a project your department has been working on. I have to say it peaked my interest greatly," Jesse spoke seeing the luster in her blue eyes. "Hypothetically, forget about the logistics for a moment, how profitable will mining the Moon for
"Billions if not trillions Mr...?"
"Armstrong," Jesse supplied with a warm smile.
"The range of items this one substance can power... it would make solar, wind, nuclear, and coal all a thing of the past, while supplying the world with a clean power source," Brinda said, truthfully. "Minus the cost of building a refinery and a base on the Moon to process the
"Of course," Jesse nodded in understanding. "I hear your department is currently finishing production on a rover to test out this theory, correct?"
"Yes sir, your aunt thought it would be best if we had a jump on every one, other countries included," Brinda nodded.
"I also saw that we have a manned Moon mission as well, in case this all pans out, will the craft be ready before NASA has their Orion one vehicle ready for their own trip?" Jesse asked, looking at the Director of Advanced Aeronautics.
"We are well ahead of NASA at this stage, given how we aren't prone to oversight committees and a President nearly shutting down the country's space industry," the man said, with a confident smile. "I'm sure we can have the craft and the men ready to launch in two years' time."
"I see. As long as every safety measure is taken, I'd rather not have our first Moon launch ending in failure like the fire that took the astronauts of Apollo 1. I doubt the company would be able to survive such a scandal," Jesse spoke seeing the men and women nod in support. "I want to make this perfectly clear, the safety of every man and woman working here and in space, when we get there, is our top priority. There will be no profits if we can't keep the people we send up safe."
"Good," seeing those members nod in understanding, "now Ms. Dell, I'd like to visit your department and take a gander at this rover you're building," Jesse stated looking at the woman.
"We would certainly love to have you Mr. Armstrong," Brinda said, with a warm smile.
Standing up after an hour of speaking with the board members. Buttoning his jacket before smoothing it out. "I want to thank you all for coming in on such short notice. I hope I can run this company just as well as my aunt did for so many years," Jesse stated as he looked around the table. "I don't plan on ruining my aunt's legacy."
"God, honey!" Darla nearly threw herself at her son. She had never heard him be so... forceful before.
"Mmmhmm," Patricia nodded, "you should feel how wet my panties are," she purred before sucking on her lip as they headed towards Jesse's office. "I can't wait to feel my nephew's cock in my mouth," Patricia whispered into his ear. If she wanted another man like Charles she wouldn't be willing to sleep with her nephew, money or not. Not that she would seek out another man besides Jesse. No. The way he handled the board, and put the fear into that man, she had wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a man like that. Now she was about to find out as the doors of the elevator rolled open to the top floor of the building.
Smirking at Jesse as Darla took the lead, while she stayed at his side. Her eyes glanced down noticing how there wasn't any panty lines as Darla's ass swayed beneath her skirt. Patricia wondered just how good Jesse had fucked his own mother for Darla to parade around without anything on beneath her skirt.
"Jesse, come here," Darla waved to him as she stood in front of Greta's former secretary, "Jesse I'd like you to meet Denton. He's been with Greta for five years now, isn't that right?" she asked, looking down at the late twenties man.
"Y-yes ma'am," Denton stammered. Ever since the news that Greta had died and the new CEO had been named he feared his job was in jeopardy. He loved his job; the pay was very nice and the free travel. Plus, he really didn't have to do much, which he liked the best.
"Oh? Jesse Armstrong," he said, holding out his hand to the man.
"Denton Pablo," he replied with a firm handshake.
"Can I call you Denton?" Jesse asked, to which he was met with a nod. "You feel like staying on?" he inquired, he could see the relief in the man's eyes as he spoke those words.
"Y-y-you want me to stay?" Denton asked, with a shaky voice.
"Certainly, after all, you know this place better than I do for the moment," Jesse said, with a friendly smile.
"Thank you sir, I promise you won't regret it," Denton said, with conviction.
"So long as when we come here to speak with Jesse," Darla's hand ran down her son's arm, "that you make sure we aren't disturbed for a good long hour," she said, sweetly.
"Yes ma'am," Denton nodded in understanding.
"We do have a lot to catch Jesse up on with the workings of this company," Patricia said, knowing how all her family members got a very small share of the profits paid into their accounts. Granted it wasn't a large payment, but enough to live comfortably on it if she wished to downgrade her lifestyle. That wasn't the case given how most of the family members had other high paying jobs to add to their steady income flow. So if the company suffered their revenue suffered. It was their job to make sure their golden goose didn't muck up the works.
"Why don't you take yourself a long lunch break Denton, we'll be quite occupied for the duration," Darla said, running her eyes down her son's body. Knowing other than hotels, something she wasn't going to do, or staying at his new home, something she was already planning on. Fucking her son in his own office was about the only time she could during the day without getting caught.
"Only if you're sure Mr. Armstrong?" Denton asked, looking directly at Jesse.
"Go enjoy yourself, I'm sure you can use a little relaxation for an hour and a half," Jesse said, noticing the burning hungry looks in his mother's and aunt's eyes. He knew what they were after the moment the reading of Greta's will was over, and what better way to keep an eye on their machinations than when they're moaning beneath him. Granted, however weird all that sounded, he did have to keep an eye on them. He hadn't watched from the sidelines all his life to forget about their schemes that Greta never once fell into. Plus, giving the man an extra half an hour might help him to relieve some of that stress he saw.
"Thank you sir," Denton said, with a warm smile before packing up his laptop. Skirting around his desk, his step lighter than it had been in days as he headed towards the elevator.
"Now that Denton is gone," taking hold of her son's arm and dragging him into his office, "the fun can finally begin," Darla said, in a lustful voice. Watching how Patricia closed and locked the door as she closed his blinds. She knew Greta had soundproofed the office years ago to keep corporate spies (espionage), from stealing company secrets. So she had no fear they would be heard when she would climax on that cock of his. Moving behind her son while Patricia passionately kissed him, her fingers danced along his waist, along his stomach, pushing the button of his jacket through its slot. Trailing up his chest, feeling the muscles he had earned as an ordinary laborer. Her lips plucked at the back of his neck as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders. Biting her lip as Patricia's eyes gazed at her once she heard Jesse's belt buckle coming undone. The sound of the cloth falling to the floor as Darla pushed his pants and underwear to his feet. "You like that don't you son?" Darla whispered heatedly into Jesse's ear as she stroked him off. Feeling his manhood growing in her hand. Letting go when she felt the tips of her sister's fingers as Patricia took over.
"Don't you love how my hand feels Jesse?" Patricia cooed wantonly as her hand ran up and down his shaft. "I already know you love being in my mouth and the feel of my ass," she stated, her tongue flickered out teasing his upper lip. Glancing down as her sister's fingers moved up Jesse's shirt making quick work of the buttons. Sucking in a breath, titling her head back she hadn't donned any underwear when she dressed this morning for this very reason as Jesse's hands fondled her breasts. Tossing her blouse over to the couch, her dark blonde hair brushed along her shoulders as she smiled seductively at her nephew. "You like my breasts don't you?"
"Got to say they aren't to..." Chuckling as his aunt smacked his chest playfully.
"You shouldn't tease your aunt like that, especially when you haven't let go of my tits," Patricia pouted, whimpering when Jesse gave her nipples a little tug.
"Just like how you haven't let go of my cock?" Jesse retorted with an amused smirk. Lowering his arms, feeling his mother removing his shirt from his body. Glancing to his right as the sound of Patricia's heels skidded along the floor.
Patricia reached behind her, sucking on her lower lip as she watched that cock of his flex as the sound of the zipper of her skirt lowered. Noting how Darla was quickly undressing behind her son's back. Feeling her mound throb as her skirt slid down her legs. She couldn't wait to feel it surging through her folds. Noticing how his eyes glanced down as she ran her fingers through her blonde thatch of fur that covered her mons Venus.
"Lift your foot baby," Darla said, slipping off the Grosby Otis black dress shoes she had bought him to go along with the suit she had commissioned for her son the day that she had first sucked off her son. "There, now," running her hand along his bare ass as she rose, "fuck my sister," Darla whispered, her lips brushing along his ear giving her son's ass a squeeze. Showing off her 38C breasts to her son as she backed away, just like her sister, with a little liposuction here and there, they kept their bodies fit or as fit as two early forties women can maintain. After all they didn't always spend their days in meetings and what not. "Look at it Jesse," wiggling her ass at him as she laid his clothes neatly on the armrest of the couch, "when you're done satisfying my sister," turning around and lowering herself onto the cushion and spreading her legs, "me and this pussy will be eagerly waiting for you," Darla purred spreading her legs, running her fingers along her labia before spreading them open. Showing her pink center to her son, letting him see how aroused she was at the thought of having that cock of his back in side of her.
If she was truthful, she would admit that when Frank was between her legs last night, her faking her moans when his cock couldn't reach where his son had been, she only came because she was thinking of her son fucking her. True, it was shameful to do such a thing to Frank, yet it was the price she was willing to pay. Frank certainly didn't have a problem with her spreading her legs for Jesse if it meant he could get his hands on some of Jesse's millions. Sucking in a gasp as she sank two fingers into her hot center as she watched how her son tasted his aunt's cunt while she laid on the desk. They had cleaned out Greta's office the day after her death, getting anything of value out of it before Richard could get his hands on it, or that was the thought at the time when they all suspected that Richard would take over given his lust for his mother's money.
"Oh Jesse," Patricia moaned, her fingers ran through his hair. Her thighs rested on his shoulders. Loving how his tongue felt as it moved along her sex. Her back arched, her canal quivered, her hand pressing his face tight against her cunt as she came upon his tongue. "That's enough foreplay, for now, get up here and fuck your aunt hard," Patricia growled in a hungry tone. Watching with baited breath as Jesse rose up between her thighs. Her fingers gripped the edge of his desk, her breath came out in stuttering waves as Jesse rubbed his hard rod through her dew laden lips. Her stomach rolled; her muscles trembled as Jesse lightly slapped his cock against her aching clit. "Don't tease me Jesse, shove that cock into my pussy and fuck me!" Patricia hissed in need.
"Oh?! Is this what you want?" Jesse asked, with a coy smirk as he thrust his rod hard into Patricia's hot, wet cunt.
"Fuck!" Patricia howled as she felt his hardness so deep within her womanhood. "God, Jesse, you're so deep," she said, breathlessly. Now she knew why Darla was willing to string Frank along just for a chance to feel this full again. Even Charles couldn't contend with what her nephew was packing. Whimpering as he sent that cock of his deep into her pussy, her breasts wobbled with every thrust. Her hands held onto his arms as his held onto her hips while he hammered his member into her cunt. "Oh God, I'm going to..." Patricia screamed out, her legs locked around Jesse's waist as she came. Feeling her juices flooding out onto the surface of the desk.
Biting her lip, her hands running up his chest as her sultry eyes gazed up at him. Glancing over to the clock, noting how twenty minutes had passed and still Jesse hasn't shot his load into her womb. She couldn't wait to make Charles eat the creampie from her cunt. Not to put her husband down, she would never do that, yet if he was so weak that he would let her fuck another man then Charles deserves to eat Jesse's cum from her cunt. Pulling him down to her, her hands caressing his cheeks as she brought her nephew to her lips. Feeling his cock swelling ready to unleash that gift into her needy mound.
"Give it to me Jesse, let me feel your cum flooding my pussy," Patricia whispered as she lightly plucked at his lips. Moaning has his hands took command of her breasts as his spunk shot into her womb.
"My turn baby," Darla said, sliding along the couch. Resting her back against the right armrest, her finger beckoned to her son. "Time to taste me," she spoke showing off her moist peach as her son looked over at her.
"Go on." Patricia lightly patted Jesse's chest. Loving the feel of his cock as her folds squeezed it as it began to shirk within her. "We don't have much time before Denton gets back," she said, getting one last kiss in as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist.
"Come here," Darla purred, her eyes watched as her son's knee pressed down on the cushion. Her aqua marine eyes stared into his topaz blue eyes. Bringing her son's lips to hers, exhaling heavily as his fingers teased her mound as she tasted the warmth of his mouth. Pulling her son deeper into their kiss as two fingers sank into the heat of her womanhood. "Yes baby, feel the pussy that gave birth to you, the cunt that you fucked so well yesterday," she moaned lustfully, her eyes fluttering as his thumb gently rolled along her clit. "That's it baby," her hand covered his as Jesse's own fondled her right breast, "touch me all you want. I'm yours, Jesse," Darla said sweetly, her hands lightly ran up his arms.
Feeling her skin heat, her heart racing, Jesse's lips teased her to no end as they danced down her chest. Her hand pressed against the back of Jesse's head as his lips tugged on her left nipple. Her hips rocked on their own, sending his fingers deeper into her sex. True, in all the years she and Frank had been married he hasn't once failed please her body, yet when she first sucked off her son, then rode his cock in his office of the home he had inherited from Greta. She never felt so alive, her son's cock didn't hurt either. Which she, at that moment, was stroking back to life; she wasn't even aware of her actions until her eyes glanced down and saw what she was doing. This was also the first time she felt another woman's sex on a cock -- granted it was her sister's -- yet this was something she equally wasn't expecting to ever feel.
Her womb pulsated; her canal clenched around Jesse's fingers as his cock heated the palm of her hand. Smiling salaciously at her son as her light touch pleased her son's member. Her stomach rolled as his lips plucked at her skin, her breath grew rapid as if this was the very first time anyone ever tasted her moist peach. In truth it wasn't, yet that didn't stop her cunt from acting like it was.
Releasing a soft, arousing moan from her lips as she felt his hot breath flowing over her hot cunt. Her nails scraped along his scalp. Her labia parted, her back arched, releasing a loud 'Oh fuck!' as her son found her G-spot. Her body quaked, pressing his face hard against her sex, her back arched. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Right fucking there!" Darla yelled out, lost in the bliss of how the pad of his fingers rubbed along that secret patch. "Fuck Jesse! You're going to make your mother cum!" Her body convulsed, her thighs trapped her son's head between them, keeping Jesse's face tight against her mound as she painted it in her hot peach juice.
"Hey now, you didn't do that with me?!" Patricia pouted watching her sister writhe in bliss.
"You're the one who wanted me to keep the foreplay to a minimum," Jesse shot back his chin glistening with his mother's juices. He felt his mother's fingertips turning his chin.
"You're with me now, your focus should be on me," Darla sated shooting her sister glances. "Now, I think it's time for you to put this cock to good use," she said, guiding her son's rod to her eager mound. Her passion burned in her eyes as his mushroom top neared her entrance. That once again she would know fulfilment just like the first time she had crossed the line in taking her son as her lover...
