Incest/Taboo Police Informant, Mom's Pussy

Katherine O'Rourke put the phone down and she knew that her life was about to change forever. She had just been tipped off that her oldest son's sex-bomb of a girlfriend was a police informant. She silently seethed for not trusting her first instinct about this person.

There were bodyguards on the property who could immediately handle things and make this informant disappear without a trace, but that was far too short sighted. An experienced boss like Katherine had avoided prison by being tactical.

For now, they were all secluded on a private island during a brief vacation. Her oldest son Raymond was a 32 year old venture capitalist who had recently taken charge of the family's finances. Her youngest son Conor was studying to become an attorney and she had dreamed that her son would someday become her personal lawyer.

The rest of the people on the island were staff and her bodyguards. Instead of enjoying the beach, she wondered how to handle Raymond's informant girlfriend, a young black woman who was a model and stage actress. Katherine was fairly certain that her son hadn't spilled any secrets. She had trained her sons exceptionally and discipline was part of maintaining the dynasty.

Pacing around her bedroom with a view overlooking the ocean, all she could think about was how she was going to spend these next few days without killing anyone. As sweet as she could be around politicians and business leaders, Katherine had inherited her father's ruthlessness. It was how their dynasty had been maintained over generations. The O'Rourke family genes.

It wasn't until lunch time that tensions grew. As always, a gourmet meal was served to the family on the beach, while they sat on a picnic table. Katherine's poker face was strong as she smiled at her sons sharing jokes and stories. But it was having to stare at the police informant during the hour that prevented her from enjoying the meal.

When lunch was over, she told her sons to leave and invited Sasha for a private walk on the beach. Girl talk. They had a few private discussions before and Katherine had previously said they'd talk again, as she noticed her son getting closer and closer to this woman.

As they strolled barefoot along the beach, enjoying the sun and the sounds of the ocean, Katherine once again was reminded of why her son was so smitten by this young black woman.

Sasha looked sexy in a small bikini and a sarong which covered the waist. Tall, thin, and feminine. This young woman seemed equally as intelligent, talking about her love of the modeling industry along with the business side of things.

"You're very passionate," Katherine noted. "I like that quality in a person."

"What's life without passion? Right?"

"Those are words to live by. Speaking of passion, are you still enjoying my island? Or have you become sick of it? It's a much different lifestyle than the city."

"Oh, this is heaven," Sasha beamed. "Getting away from the city for this many days is a welcome relief. I'm extremely grateful for the invitation and you're very kind."

Outwardly, Katherine gave a sweet, motherly smile in return. Inwardly, her thoughts raged and she wondered how long she could truly play this game. 'You come here, you fuck my son, you eat my food, you live on my island... and you're trying to destroy my family? Did you think I wasn't going to find out? You think I won't retaliate?'

Still, her loving and friendly smile remained.

"A change of scenery is always good," Katherine said. "That's the secret to my longevity. Always keep things fresh."

Sasha took a breath of the ocean breeze. "Like I said, this place is a slice of heaven. You're doing something right, Ms. O'Rourke."

"I think it's time that you call me Katherine, since you've gotten so cozy with my oldest son."

The young woman had a gleam in her eyes. "If you insist, Katherine."

"Do you love him?" Katherine asked. "Or is this a short-lived fling for both of you? You can be honest. I understand these sorts of affairs. I just want a better understanding of what's going on."

Once again, that sparkle in Sasha's eyes. "Well... it's difficult to explain... but I have a strong connection with Raymond and he feels the same about me. I know we're young, but some things are undeniable, you know?"

That was all Katherine needed. An experienced operator like herself knew a grift when she saw one. Katherine wondered what sort of dirt the police had on Sasha to turn her into a police informant. Whatever the case, creating a scene would only make things worse. This was a long game and she needed to be smart. With a tight inner-circle, this was the closet authorities had ever gotten to the family.

Katherine grinned, "Young love is hard to beat. I can see why Raymond is so infatuated with something like you. You're extremely beautiful... you know... for a black woman."

She held out her hand and traced her finger across Sasha's dark skin, who clearly took offense to that comment, but tried not to show it.

At her age, Katherine was used to sleeping early and rising at dawn. It was night time and she was almost ready for bed. Usually she'd hear things around the house, her sons talking or doing things together. The brothers were always so close and now they lived separately to pursue their different interests.

But tonight was different. There was only silence.

She went down the hallway and noticed that no one was in their room. Where had they all gone? She wondered.

There was a slight breeze and she knew the downstairs door was open. If they were outside, then they were being sneaky about it.

For a split second, she considered the possibility that her sons were now collaborating with the police after striking a plea deal. She quickly brushed that ludicrous thought aside. That would never, ever happen. But the question remained, where had they all gone?

She went down the stairs. Still no noise. Some of the lights were on and the side door by the kitchen was open.

When she stepped outside to feel the warm ocean breeze, she was certain that something unusual was going on. It was dark, with the moonlight shining bright, and all she could hear were the waves of water crashing onto the beach.

Her senses were still sharp at her age, then she heard it.

A moan of pleasure. From the softness of the moan, Katherine knew that it could only have been from Sasha. It became as apparent as the moonlight that her son was having sex with this snake of a woman. She fumed, imaging her son's hands and mouth all over this person who could very well put them all in prison. Or what if her son had gotten Sasha pregnant? Unforgivable.

Determined to maintain her stealth in the shadows, Katherine walked gingerly alongside the property to catch what was going on. Whatever this police informant was doing with her son was her right to know.

Turning the corner, Katherine saw it.

Underneath the moonlight, Sasha was naked on the beach, on all fours. Behind her was Raymond, naked from the waist down, thrusting away. The two were having rough sex. They muffled their moans in an attempt to maintain secrecy. Some of the thrusts were slow. Some were fast. With each push, Sasha's body rocked and her face twisted with pleasure.

Out of the shadow, another figure approached the young couple amid the outdoor fuck session.

To Katherine's utter shock, she saw her youngest son Conor stepping in front of them, naked from the waist down, guiding his erection towards Sasha's mouth. The young woman accepted it like they'd done it before.

And there it was. Both of Katherine's young men were sharing this police informant. The oldest son fucking from behind. Her youngest using this woman's mouth. They indulged their carnal pleasures together. Katherine never would have thought that her boys would ever share a woman. She had raised them to be traditionalists in regards to women.

This was alarming. Katherine knew that sex was every man's weakness. She had used it as a weapon against her rivals, hiring beautiful women and recording sexual acts, only to blackmail these men later. It was one of the oldest tricks in the book. And now it seemed like the O'Rourke family empire was at risk from that very same tactic.

In her younger days, Katherine probably would have marched over there, berated her sons, and physically attacked this young woman. Then she would have had her bodyguards take care of the rest.

Now she's an older woman. All she could do was watch.

This was the first time she had ever seen her sons having sex. It was also the first time she had seen her youngest son's penis as an adult, pumping the black woman's mouth, which had a tight O-shape for suction.

Despite being angry as hell and on the verge of tears, Katherine maintained proper composure from her spot in the shadows. A part of her wanted to tip toe back inside and go quietly to her bedroom. Another part of her wanted to keep watching.

This was her reminder that her family had enemies that wished to bring them down. She watched her sons pumping themselves inside of this sexy woman and Katherine realized that this was weakness inside the family.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," Conor moaned. "Do you want a facial?"

Sasha spit his cock out. "Fill my mouth. Your mother might see me later."

"Good idea."

Fuming with sharp eyes, Katherine watched as her youngest son jerked off, moaned, and filled Sasha's mouth with cum. It was dark so she couldn't see the details, but she knew it was happening.

While the young black woman was swallowing and still getting fucked hard, Katherine tip toed backwards and went inside the home.

She was still furious as she prepared for bed and listened to the sound of those three sneakily making their way back inside. With her bedroom door slightly open, she heard them giggling.

Raymond and Sasha snuck away to their bedroom on the other side of the upstairs floor. Conor was still in the hallway, heading towards the bathroom.

Having had enough, Katherine opened her door and looked at her youngest son. She kept a serious expression and her son still looked giddy from the threesome.

"Come over here," she said. "I want to talk to you."

With the tone she took, Conor obediently came over to her bedroom, knowing it was something serious.

"Yes, mom?"

"It's almost 11. Did the three of you go out for a walk on the beach?"

Conor nodded, "Yeah, I know it's late but the full moon is beautiful."

"You're right. It is. Who's idea was it?"

"Well, Sasha wanted to go out for a walk and they invited me."

This was the first time that Katherine had ever caught Conor in a lie during his adulthood. Now she knew she was fighting a losing battle. As it turned out, bloodline and money aren't enough to overcome the power of sex.

Men are too predictable, she thought.

"Do the three of you take late night walks often?" she asked lovingly. "I hadn't heard anything before."

"Oh, we've done it the last two nights, but around midnight. You were probably sleeping."

Katherine pursed her lips and nodded. "I probably was. It sounds romantic. Let me ask you one last thing, what do you think about Sasha?"

A starry-eyed look appeared on Conor's face and it reinforced Katherine's view that men were predictable, especially at that age.

"She's a lot of fun," Conor replied with a cheeky tone. "She's got lots of energy and Raymond really likes her. What's not to like?"

Aside from a great pussy and a useful mouth, Katherine could think of something that wasn't to like about Sasha....

"You're right," she said. "Sasha is very sweet."

"Is there a reason you're asking?"

Katherine could have said something nice to end the night. Or something any normal mother would say when spending a vacation with her son's new girlfriend.

Instead, she felt an urge to peel the layers back. It was time to take a more aggressive approach.

"Open your shorts," Katherine said. "Show me what's inside."

Conor lifted an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"You heard me. Show me your penis."

"But..."

"I'm your mother," she replied calmly. "Do what I say. I don't want to ask you again. Show me your penis, right now."

Naturally, her son was confused, but as always, he complied. Conor reluctantly pulled the front of his shorts open and Katherine bent forward to take a good look. This was the first time clearly seeing her son's penis in adulthood. It was flaccid and still wet with saliva. Sasha had done a nasty job on this cock.

"Looks like your friend is very talented," she said.

Conor was flabbergasted, cock still exposed. "Mom, I... I..."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Sure I did," he blushed and shrugged. "She's hot. And she was insistent that I join."

She flashed a calm, tender smile. "I can't blame you for putting your dick in that animal's mouth. You're young. You'll put it anywhere."

"Please don't be mad."

"We're going to have a family meeting tomorrow. You'll know how I feel. Until then, have a good night, Conor. I love you."

She gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder and gestured that he leave the bedroom.

Stepping out of the shower the next morning, Katherine was almost certain she had settled on a plan. That's how she made all of her big decisions, by thinking about it overnight and seeing if it still feels right the next day.

Removing her towel, she took a good look at herself. Her body reflected her middle-age. Her wet hair was pulled back and her face was bare. Once perky breasts now hung. They were the shape of globes with large brown nipples. Her hips were full and reflected that of a mother with two offspring.

Yes, the plan would work. She always made her plans work. That's the kind of mentality you need to survive in a dirty business like the one she was in. Especially when the situation was unprecedented. Her contacts in various police departments weren't able to find out about the informant until this stage. But at least there was still time.

After drying herself, she put on her bra and panties, then she slipped on a red sundress with flower patterns on it. She looked like your normal, everyday mother. Except other moms don't have the same killer instincts.

Katherine waited until mid-morning to proceed with her plan. She had arranged an hour-long massage and spa treatment for Sasha with the island staff. No woman could resist that.

Then she arranged a private meeting on the patio with both of her sons along with the bodyguards.

It was a tightly-guarded secret that Katherine had been fucking all of her bodyguards for many, many years. Sometimes she'd suck a cock in the backseat of her chauffeured ride. When the sons were away, she'd get one of her bodyguards to fuck her anywhere she wanted. If she was in the right mood, she'd have them take turns.

Sadly, that would have to end. Katherine had already informed her bodyguards of the new arrangement, that they'd no longer get to fuck her, or have their dicks sucked at random moment. The truth was, she paid them handsomely and she never cared about their feelings.

With the bodyguards positioned around the patio, underneath a rooftop, Raymond had arrived first. He looked totally relaxed, not knowing what was about to hit him.

"Have a seat," Katherine said. "We're waiting for your brother."

There were two seats arranged so that her sons could sit while watching her give a speech.

Raymond sat down. "It must be really important if we need to talk business while Sasha is getting a massage."

"It's business and private family matters. Sasha isn't allowed to hear this."

That grabbed Raymond's attention.

"Is it something serious?" Raymond asked, snapping out of his vacation mindset.

"Let me ask you something, do you love this girl?"

He was caught off guard. "It's serious enough that I let her stay with us. Why? Tell me."

"I can hear your brother coming. You're about to find out in a minute."

Conor made his way to the patio under the shade. He too was surprised that all of the bodyguards were there watching. It was rare that all the bodyguards would be at the same location at once.

"What's going on?" Conor asked, mildly confused by the scene.

Katherine gestured to a seat. "Sit down. We have urgent matters to discuss and we have to do it while Sasha is still getting a massage."

Both sons were now sitting down while facing her. The boys were your average young males who loved partying and having fun. But they were also smart, and when it came to work, they knew how to be serious and strategic (and even ruthless when it came to protecting the family business at all cost).

The bodyguards were positioned in all corners of the patio, waiting for the official announcement.

"There are new threats to our business," she said, standing before her trusted audience. "Not from the other families, but law enforcement has taken a renewed interest in what we do."

"Did you hear anything specific from our police contacts?" Conor asked inquisitively.

Raymond chimed in, "It's an election year. These politicians need a scapegoat to make it look like they're doing something."

It was pleasing to Katherine that her sons were taking things so seriously. They always did. The loyal sons were sitting upright waiting for whatever she had to say next.

An ordinary boss would have likely just admitted that Sasha was a police informant. But that was too short sighted, in Katherine's estimation. She knew that her oldest son had a short temper and could potentially do something drastic. And she didn't want to destroy their trust in women either.

There was only one plan that was logical to her. Something that would cover all the bases.

Katherine got to the point. "From this point forward, we keep everything tight. We don't discuss business with anyone we don't already know. We don't associate too closely with anyone outside of our circle. It's the price we pay for being the O'Rourke family. There are targets on our back."

As expected, her passion ignited something in her sons. They were proud of being in this family as they always have. It was more than just money and power. It was a matter of upholding traditions and their bloodline.

The determined look on their faces let Katherine know that this was going to work. Even if her boys were timid, she still would have forged ahead anyway. This was pure necessity.

She continued, "The consequence is that neither of you can have a weaknesses of the flesh. Or at least you must be discreet about your desires."

Both of the young men reacted the way Katherine had expected, by looking at each other, wondering if they really just heard that. She took a moment to let the feeling sink in, for them to realize that she was dead serious about this.

"What do you mean, exactly?" Raymond asked.

Of course it was Raymond who questioned that plan, since it was he that brought the date onto their island, into their private family circle.

"It means, no outside women," Katherine said fiercely, shutting down any debate on the matter. "We'll have to be traditional. If either of you get married, it will be with a woman of my choosing. No exceptions. That's the rule."

Her sons were shocked, assuming she had gone crazy. The truth was, she had never thought so clearly in her life.

"Are you serious?" Conor asked.

Raymond added, "What about Sasha? She's my..."

His voice trailed off, not wanting to defy his mother.

"Go on, say it," Katherine dared. "She's what?"

Raymond exhaled. "She's my girlfriend."

"Not anymore. This business is cold and our family must be merciless. Is that understood?"

"I think you're overreacting. I get what you're saying, but this is a little extreme."

"Why?" Katherine asked. "Because you and your brother won't get to have threesomes on the beach anymore?"

Raymond was silenced. He didn't think mom would ever know.

"There's a simple solution," she said. "It won't be easy at first, but at least it has a personal touch."

She reached below her sundress and slid her panties down her ankles, kicking them away with her bare foot. It did the trick and her sons were shocked at what they were seeing.

Lifting the lower end of her thin sundress, Katherine exposed her pussy to her sons and all the bodyguards. This wasn't the most difficult thing she had ever done in her life, but it was the most unusual. She took a moment to allow her sons to have a good look at what she was offering. It was an important choice, after all.

"Are you sure about this?" Raymond asked in awe.

Katherine continued holding up the dress. "This is the best option to keep us out of prison. No more random sex. No more Sasha. If any of you need to fuck, then come to me. End of discussion."

"Mom, I think you're overreacting," a bewildered Conor said. "Was this because you saw us last night? I swear, we'll stop."

She spread her pussy lips while standing there. "I've thought about this for a while. Raymond, I know you care about Sasha very much. I know the feeling of young love. Since you'll have to give her up, I want you to be the first to fuck me."

Both sons were shocked and the bodyguards in the background remained stoic about watching an incestuous culmination.

Katherine took a few steps back and positioned herself on a sturdy table top. The bottom of her dress was hiked to her waist so that her bare butt was pressed onto the surface. Her legs were wide open and she tapped her pussy while looking at Raymond.

When neither of them spoke, she gave a nudge, "This is more of an order than a request. I'm your mother, but I'm also your boss. Remember that."

"Mom... I..."

Raymond was frozen with a dropped jaw. He had a reputation for being tough in the financial world and had beaten up plenty of men in his younger days. Now he was a kitten at the sight of mom's pussy.

This wasn't a huge shock to her. Katherine had fully expected her sons to be apprehensive about this plan. In fact, she would have been thoroughly creeped out and disappointed if her sons had been eager to fuck her.

She sighed, "At least tell me if your dick is hard, Ray."

"It is," he reluctantly admitted, as any son would be.

"That's a start. Fine, I'll do the dirty work, like I always do."

Katherine got off the table and back to her feet. She approached her sons, who both seemed to lean back at her intimidating presence.

Standing before her oldest, she reached down and pulled at the front of Raymond's shorts. There was an erection and she reflexively turned her head away. Forcing herself to look, she saw her son's penis at full attention. Raymond was breathing harder but remained calm.

Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and stroked. She forced herself to look into her son's eyes, and Raymond returned the expression. They were both crazy enough to do this.

Katherine positioned herself over the hard-on and lowered her hips. Penetration was easy with her wide stance and wet pussy.

This was a much deeper perversion than anything she had ever done before. Feeling that cock slide in, she had second thoughts, but refused to quit. It went all the way inside, buried in her pussy, and she sat down on her son's lap.

She had killed before. Once when she was young, at her father's direction. It was a rival who was tied up by their family's henchmen. She had used a gun. The second time was as an adult alongside her late husband. A gun was also used. Both her father and late husband were impressed (and aroused) that she was capable of doing such a thing.

Fucking her son was a different experience completely. This was face to face. This was far more intimate. That perverse feeling was deep inside of her sex and she gave slow thrusts to get all she could.

This was much different than pulling a trigger, she thought as she bucked her hips. Pulling a trigger was easy for her and only took a moment to finish. This was slow and methodical. She knew that a strapping young man like Raymond would last for a while, and that she'd have to endure the feeling of committing incest.

But it wasn't so bad. The feeling of guilt was slipping away. She let herself enjoy it, even though enjoyment wasn't part of her plan. Her goal was to keep her sons away from other women, but what's the harm in having an orgasm of her own?

"How do I compare to your girlfriend?" Katherine asked, looking her son in the eyes.

Raymond was unafraid of eye contact. "Different."

"I'm assuming that means you prefer pussy your own age. How typical."

"Not exactly," he replied, squeezing mom by the hips. "I've had women your age. I've fucked older women at financial firms.... but you know... you're my mother."

"Is that why your dick is so hard? And why your hand is on my ass?"

Raymond gave small thrusts. "It's different."

"This is our new normal."

She continued riding her son in front of everyone in the room to watch. She couldn't bring herself to look at anyone else. Despite her coldness and ruthlessness, she was humiliated. She knew her reputation amongst her bodyguards and sons would never be the same again.

But this was the price she had to pay of being the boss of this family, of making sure their inner-circle would remain safe.

Her concentration broke when she felt a hand on her breast. It traced her bra and squeezed around her flesh.

It was the hand of her youngest son. Conor was in awe of the incestuous action, taking it upon himself to get a good feel of mom's big tit.

"Feeling a little lonely?" she asked her youngest.

Conor nodded, slightly shamefully. "How else should I feel? This is a lot to watch."

"I've always had the feeling that you were a pervert, the same way your father was. Take my breast out."

While riding her oldest son's dick rhythmically, she allowed her youngest to pull the side of her sundress down, along with her bra.

Katherine's breast was now exposed, which both of her sons were immediately drawn to. Her big brown nipple had been hard a long time ago. Now it was begging to be sucked. Conor did the honors and bent forward to give it a suck.

She didn't plan on moaning. She had only planned on giving sexual relief. Showing her own pleasure would only reduce her status, she had figured. But the toll was too great. Her pussy was in heat from the fucking and her son's mouth knew how to treat a woman's nipple.

"You two make quite a team," she groaned, with her head tilted back.

"At your orders, mom," Raymond grunted, thrusting upward even faster into mom's aching cunt.

Conor spit the nipple out and fondled mom's tit. "We've always made a good team. Family first, right?"

She had to laugh at the way her sons returned to their duties of fucking her pussy and sucking her nipple. Glancing at her stoic bodyguards, the shame had never felt greater, but that only excited her more. These men protecting her knew they'd be dead if word of this had ever spread.

Knowing time was short, she wanted to speed things up. God forbid a police informant like Sasha catches all of them in the act. Surely the police would never believe something like this. She could only imagine if a case had ever been made and this information was used in a court of law. Her family's reputation would be over forever if everyone knew she was an incest mother.

She reached over and rubbed Conor's erection as her nipple was being nursed. Her tit was still being mauled and her nipple was sucked so hard that it was being stretched.

"Take your cock out," she told her youngest.

Conor looked at her wide-eyed, then spit the nipple out. "Are you sure? You're still busy with Ray."

How considerate, she thought. Conor was always respectful of his older brother. But the fact was, Katherine knew that these brothers had no problem sharing a woman sexually.

"I want to suck your dick," she said, in between moans while riding Raymond's erection. "Share me like you shared Sasha. Make it nasty. But keep in mind... oh... Sasha is a whore... and I'm your mother. Oh fuck... so treat me with the respect I deserve."

Conor stood up and took his penis out of his shorts. Unlike the previous day, Katherine got to see his dick while it was fresh and clean, and not covered in another woman's nasty saliva. This was pure and wholesome, meant only for mom to suck on.

It was the first time Katherine had ever sucked a dick while riding on a cock. All of her kinkiest sexual experiences, however raunchy, consisted of men taking turns. She'd have bodyguards line up to fuck her. Or she'd suck one cock after the other at a leisurely pace in between doing something else.

Bouncing on her oldest son's dick, she bent to the side and took her youngest son's penis into her mouth. She used her luscious lips to press around her son's erection as her mouth engulfed it. Her tongue swirled once inside. She had sucked a lot of cocks in her life, but this was the one that truly counted. Doing a quick deepthroat, she elicited a gentle moan.

"You're better than Sasha," her youngest son sighed.

Katherine lifted an eyebrow and kissed the head. "Am I?"

"Fuck yes."

Raymond agreed, thrusting deep. "You're the best pussy I've ever had. I'm starting to think this is a fucking brilliant idea, mom."

It was amusing to Katherine hearing her oldest son talk like that, acting as though her pussy now belonged to him. Raymond was truly like his father.

"Good boys... oh... umm... keep enjoying what I have to offer."

She suppressed her own emotions the best she could. This was about their pleasure, not hers. She used one hand to caress and hold Conor's balls while she sucked him off like a porn star. She used her pussy and thrusts to give Raymond the fuck of his life.

With each thrust of her hips, with each suck from her mouth, she was becoming more and more certain that her sons now belonged to her in the sexual sense. She was giving her sons something they couldn't get anywhere else. A mother's love.

And with each passing moment, her climax grew and she was a woman in intense heat. Having a major orgasm wasn't part of the plan, but it was something she should have anticipated better.

Katherine's body shook, clenched, and shivered. She did everything in her power not to bite her son's penis by accident. She made a wet mess all over Raymond's crotch, who was undaunted by the mess. If anything, it only made Raymond fuck her even harder. This was a major turn-on for any real man.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm going to cum," Raymond grunted like an animal.

She wanted to savor the feeling of her son's first orgasm inside of her. She wanted to look him in the eyes. But her youngest son wouldn't allow it, keeping his hard dick lodged in her throat so she couldn't turn her head.

As Raymond was fucking and cumming inside of her, Conor was on the edge as well.

"I'm going blow inside of your mouth," Conor said, but with much less confidence than his older brother. "Is that okay? Or should I do it someplace else?"

She looked up at Conor and winked while sucking, noting to herself that her youngest son still had a long way to go before being able to run the family enterprise.

Katherine felt herself being filled in both holes. Her pussy was a sopping mess and her son blew a massive load into the back of her throat. It was a dizzying feeling which left her completely overwhelmed.

Never in all her years of motherhood had she realized that this was the ultimate endgame. But here she was, preserving the family dynasty by committing this unholy act of sexual deviance.

Her sons were spent after shooting their massive loads into her. With the arousal gone, vanished through their intense orgasms, all that was left was a moment of shame.

But a woman like Katherine had to lead by example.

She stood up, letting Conor's penis slip from her mouth, a trail of cum dangling, along with Raymond's dick flopping out of her pussy, which dropped a trail of cum and squirt mixture.

"Towel," she snapped to her guards. "Clean me. I want to be spotless for my busy day of family vacationing."

The bodyguards came with towels and wiped her legs down, including around her face and mouth.

"Are you sure we can't tell Sasha?" Raymond asked. "She'll be suspicious of something."

Conor quipped, "Yeah, like the fact that neither of us are interested in fucking her anymore. Our balls are drained."

"That's her problem," Katherine said, tucking her breast away. "From this point forward, only worry about my pussy and mouth. Understood?"

When they agreed, the bodyguards had finished cleaning her and she looked presentable once again, with only a faint trace of cum in her breath.

The Informant:

Sasha gradually found herself being isolated from the family during the trip. At first, it terrified her that she wouldn't be able to get any good information. If she were empty-handed in this investigation, then she could be sent to prison over the various drug charges and probation violations from recent years.

When the trip was over, Sasha was effectively cut out of the family. Raymond had stopped returning her calls and texts. The brothers had unfollowed and blocked her on social media.

Meeting with detectives at the police station, Sasha explained that she did everything she could to collect information, including asking the brothers where they got their money. Or if they had a job opening.

When the detectives were unimpressed, Sasha dropped the bomb.

She explained that Katherine O'Rourke must have caught wind of any attempt at spying. Sasha further explained that she personally witnessed Katherine on her knees, sucking off both of the brothers and random moments during the day. Or that she saw Katherine with her legs spread on the beach, allowing both sons to take turns fucking.

"After a while, they stopped caring," Sasha explained. "I mean, they didn't give a shit that I knew."

"I don't believe a single word of that," the detective said.

Sasha remained steadfast. "It's true. Katherine O'Rourke is fucking both of her boys. I guess mom's pussy is just too powerful to compete with."

Taking her phone out, she flipped through her gallery, tapped a few keys, and told the detectives to check their emails.

"What's this?" a detective asked, looking at his phone.

"Proof that I'm telling the truth. There are over 50 pictures and 4 videos. Katherine O'Rourke was a complete slut for Raymond and Conor all over that damn island. That racist bitch seemed happy about it."

The detectives looked through their emails in disbelief at what they were seeing.

"Interesting."

"Now what?" Sasha asked. "I did the best I could. I swear."

The detectives looked at each other, then back at her.

"You're free to go. No charges. Legally, we can't do shit with these pictures, but I'm sure the guys in the department will be amused."

"Thanks," she sighed in relief.

Grabbing her things, Sasha left the police department, vowing never to return.
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The End​

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