SomeOdd Gift

Vanessa sat on the couch, in her usual spot, with a bored look on her face. It was Saturday and she was watching T.V. with her husband. He had gotten home a few hours after Betsy’s visit, which of course had ended with Vanessa getting plowed by her master.

After that, Betsy was forced to wash Vanessa while James cleaned himself. Normally, Vanessa would be the one who scrubbed her master but she knew that it would end up in sex, again. James was saving up for tonight, she hoped.

He never truly confirmed that he would dominate his mother that night. She still desperately hoped that he would take her, though. Nothing in the world would make her happier than to have her well-hung show her husband what a slut she really was.

Since her husband had been home he had tried to feel her up twice. Mostly he tried to touch her ass, though she always walked away before he could. She could tell this was aggravating him, though he wouldn’t say anything. He also walked out naked in front of her once, with his small dick hanging out limp. It took everything inside of her not to burst into hysterical laughter at the sight. After seeing her master’s giant cock, her husbands five inches when erect was just not going to cut it.

She knew her husband was horny. It had been a little over a week since he had seen her last, so he needed a lay. Even worse, Vanessa was dressing rather freely today. She knew this was sparking some curiosity in his mind of what was happening at home while he was gone. Though, she was fairly certain that he had convinced himself that it was for him. How wrong he was.

Vanessa was wearing a tight fitting white blouse that had little blue flowers on it. It was low cut and showed off ample cleavage to the world and since she wasn’t wearing a bra her dark nipples were very easy to see. Below that she was wearing plain white panties which were being covered by red short-shorts, which showed off her smooth lean legs and thin thighs to the world. The material clung tightly to her gorgeously firm ass, which her husband had been eying all day.

Stan, Vanessa’s husband, wasn’t much of a breast man. In fact, he never really liked her large breasts and preferred small ones. Still, she new that he loved her trim figure and beautiful ass more than anything in the world and was longing to fuck her hot, tight cunt. That wasn’t going to happen, though. She would not let his tiny prick taint her beautiful body any longer. Especially not after feeling James' massive piece stretch her so.

“Vanessa,” Stan said under his breath. He had a very specific tone, a tone which hinted her that they were about to have an argument. Ten bucks says its because I won’t fuck him, she thought and had to suppress a smile.

“Yes, dear,” she said dully while resting her chin in her hand. She wasn’t paying attention to the show or even to her husband. Instead, she was thinking about James smacking her in the face with his dick.

Stan twiddled his fingers lamely and she could tell that he was trying to think of what to say. After a moment of silence, he finally figured it out. “Why don’t you want to fuck me?”

Biting back a smile, Vanessa offered a very innocent sounding, “What do you mean?” She tried her best to look surprised and succeeded. Her husband sighed as he usually did when he was frustrated by didn’t want to start a fight, or did but won’t admit it, and looked at her sternly.

“By now we would’ve locked the door and fucked already,” he said rather loudly. Vanessa calmly glanced at the archway between the kitchen and the guest room, but saw no one. She almost sighed and hoped that James would not forget the plan.

A worse thought struck her then. What if he was giving her back to Stan for the night?

Then a clearing of her master’s throat alleviated her concerns. She looked over to the doorway, where her master stood, a vain smile on his face. Stan was looking too, rather curiously she thought.

“You want to know why mother’s not been fucking you?” James swaggered over to Vanessa arrogantly and grabbed a handful of her hair. Vanessa let out a lustful moan and moved with the tug of his hand. Suddenly, she felt the rough fabric of his jeans grind against her face as she was forced into his crotch.

“That’s because she’s fucked a real man. Me, her master.” Then, James undid the zipper of his jeans. The intoxicating smell of his penis filled her nostrils and instantly her nipples began poking at the thin material of her blouse. She grinned and glanced at her husband, whose face was red as a tomato and fists were clenched to the point of whiteness.

James slid his jeans down to his boxers, where a massive bulge set on display. Immediately Stan’s face whitened as he stared at James' crotch. Vanessa knew he was comparing sizes. She also knew that Stan, no matter how much he thought about it, did not compare to James in the least.

Pulling down his boxers with her shaking hands, Vanessa was greeted by a whop on the face from his limp penis. She let it sit there, resting on her face, while she wore a devilish smile. Her whole body was getting hot from this. Over in his chair, her husband stared horrified at his wife, who had her very own son’s cock on her face.

It was huge! Nine inches long while limp and about at least six inches around. His balls were large and fat, too, hanging low and resting lightly against her chin. James took his penis into his hand and began rubbing it against his mother’s face, all the while tugging her head every which way he desires. Being the good slut that she was, Vanessa just sat back and enjoyed the procedure

Some how, her husband watching was an amplifier. Her body heat was raising dramatically and her vagina was already seeping with desire. The cock being smacked against her face only mad things worse as it hardened little by little. Not to mention the smell of her master’s thick pecker, which was driving her wild! It took everything she had in her not to start sucking right then.

James interrupted her slutty thoughts by speaking to his father. “So, dad, this slut tells me you can’t get her to suck you off.” As he said this, he jerked on her hair firmly, causing her to straightened her head. By now his cock was at its full mast, standing twelve inches long and nine thick. He rested the head of his beast on her mouth, where she gave it a light, affectionate kiss.

“I don’t even have to ask. I can just shove it in and she’ll suck on it like the bitch she is.” Another rough tug on her hair followed. Immediately, Vanessa’s mouth opened to accept the mouth stretching behemoth that was her son’s cock. Eagerly she sucked on the head and took more and more in, until she devoured about half of his cock and accepted quite a bit of it into her throat. As she did this, she let out a passionate gagging sound due to his size.

From his chair, Stan stared wide eyed. There sat his wife, his son’s slut, and she had half of a massive penis in her mouth. He couldn’t see how she was enjoying that. His son’s cock was surely stretching her throat just as it was stretching her poor lips to the max. She didn’t complain, though. Instead she let out passionate growls and purrs and gurgles of desire. And the whole while, her hands were fisting and pumping and fondling everything they could! She was truly enjoying herself in a way she never did during her sex with him.

James, his son and betrayer, sat there with a smug look on his face. He stared at his father arrogantly as the beautiful woman, his own mother and slut, sucked on his massive cock. Still his hand gripped her hair tightly, not letting it go, though it was quite apparent that Vanessa was doing the sucking and mouth fucking of her own volition.

Vanessa ran her tongue along his massive shaft as best she could. She didn’t care about anything else at that moment. Right then she had her eyes closed and was savoring his dick. She didn’t know why, but she loved how her son’s massive cock tasted. She loved it stretched her, anywhere and everywhere, to the limits. All she cared about at that moment was satisfying him and stuffing his prick into her gaping mouth.

She ran her left hand along what was left of his shaft. Meanwhile, her right hand gently massaged and rolled his large testicles in her hands. Neither hand could get a good, grip on what it was playing with. Instead, she settled on holding them firmly enough that he felt it but soft enough that it was only pleasure and not pain. To her, nothing was worth hurting her master.

James tightened the grip on his mothers hair and tugged her off of his prick. As she was forcefully removed from him, her mouth gave a very audible pop, much to both of their amusement. Instantly, her hand rushed up to massage his head affectionately. Proudly, she glanced at her husband, who was staring in shock, then to her master, who looked at her with affection.

“Having fun, slut?”

A shiver ran through Vanessa as her pride swelled. She was his slut!

“Yes, master,” she answered sincerely. Her eyes strayed from his to his prick, which she gave a light, affectionate lick. “I always do when I suck on your beautiful cock.” She then glanced at her husband, giving him a hateful look, then licked her master’s cock-head again. “I love how big it is. I love how it stretches my mouth so much! I love how it stretches my throat. I love its musky scent and manly taste. Your cock is perfect, master.”

James smiled down at her as she explained these things to him. Though she was laying it on very thickly, she wasn’t lying. While it was her intention to hurt her husband’s ego, the more important goal was to please her master, which she knew she was.

Calmly, Vanessa held James' thick prick to his stomach and craned in to suckle on his balls. Only one testicle could fit in at a time. Which ever one she was able to capture, she sucked lovingly, with her tongue gently grazing it and massaging its fullness. Suddenly, she felt a weak contraction in his crotch.

She pulled away form his balls and looked up at his tip, which had let a little bit of pre-cum shot out. Since it was pressed against his firm little tummy, the cum was pressed up against it too. With a smile, she pulled his dick down to lick the head lovingly, then suckled the rest of the sperm from his stomach. With a purr, she looked at her master, who was smiling down at her with pride.

“You’re such a slut,” James said as he caressed her hair. “Now, want to show dad what a true slut you are?”

Casually, Vanessa looked at her husband. He looked shocked. So shocked, in fact, that she knew his fat ass wouldn’t be moving for a while. Then, she looked back to her master and nodded. Finally, she removed her hand from his prick as he tugged her up by her hair.

James pulled her mouth to his and began tasting his own masculine taste on her tongue. Vanessa sucked on his tongue lovingly, tasting not just his pre-cum but now his mouth in earnest. To her surprise, this heated up her already scalding body.

She felt timid touches on her thin stomach. Slowly his hands ran along his firm stomach, under her shirt up to her breasts, which he gripped in his powerful hands. Immediately her body began to jolt and shake from the simple touch. Her mouth let go of his and her head lulled back as she let out a deep groan. Pleasure shot through her whole form, running from her cunt, to her stomach, to her breasts and nipples and ending with a light headed euphoria.

“Did you just orgasm,” James asked breathlessly while sucking on her neck. His hands kept a firm grip on her large, full melons while his thumbs gently flicked and prodded at her tiny little nipples.


Shakily, Vanessa straightened her body so she could look her master in the eye. She saw the passion that he felt, which only amplified everything. Trying to clear her mind, she focused on him, ignoring all else. She focused on being his dirty, obedient little slut.

“Yes, master,” she purred while leaning her body into him. Her right hand ran along his massive cock, jerking it gently. “You make me so fucking hot!”

A hand strayed from her chest, letting her right breast drop, and moved down to grab her ass. She watched amusedly as James looked at her husband and swatted her ass. With a squeal, Vanessa jumped into her son and giggled. “See that, dad? Mom loves what ever I do to her, because she’s my slut! Isn’t that right, bitch?” Master ran his hand to the crotch of her shorts. She could tell there was a giant wet spot from when she had her orgasm.


Fighting back her squealed and gasps, she looked at her husband, who was watching despite the sickened look on his face and smiled big. “Yes,” she started while gasping. She braced herself on James and shuddered as he slid a finger into her wet slit. “I’m his slut.”

Vanessa gave a yelp as he slid a second finger in and began massaging her poor, swollen clit. “His slut,” she repeated tiredly. Then her body went rigid, her chest jutting out, one breast jiggling obscenely. Her back arched as her head went back and she let out a desperate scream. Another orgasm washed over her, drenching her shorts and James' hand even more than it had been before.

“YES!”

James' other hand moved from her breast to put a hand on her back and steady her. “Good girl,” he muttered while kissing her cheek. Then, he raised his pussy-juice soaked hand to her mouth. Eagerly, Vanessa started sucking it clean, tasting her own deliciousness on it. James was so wonderful to her to let he taste her own pussy.

Then, when she got the feeling back in her legs, steadied herself and removed her shirt. Finally, the heat in her body was able for some release as her breasts were exposed to the cool air of the living room. Her master wasted no time to grab her breasts roughly and start squeezing and nibbling at them. Yet again, Vanessa felt that heat building up in her crotch.

Meanwhile, he allowed her the chance to remove her tight fitting, soaked shorts. Then, with out a word, he grabbed her hair and threw her forward onto the small coffee table in front of them. She rested her hands and knees on it, then lifted her ass high into the air for him.

Vanessa stared at her husband as she stood on the table on all fours. She new her breasts were hanging below her, shoved together by her arms, giving him a beautiful view of her cleavage. Her back was arched lightly as she shoved her tits out and blew a condescending kiss to him. “Watch,” she said with heavy breathes, “As Master shows you how to fuck a woman!”

With that, James shoved his giant cock in as far as it would go. She felt her vagina stretch to accommodate his massive girth and, as she shoved into her, her body rocked forward. It was quick and powerful, his balls slapping gently on her cootch, barely able to reach it. Her jaw went slack as soon as he drew back. Then, her body tensed as he thrust into again. A third orgasm shook her body as she squealed loudly and sprayed her juices all over the magazines that were on the coffee table at the time, not that she cared.

“Yes!” James' hands gripped her hips tightly and he began pulling her in to meet every one of his powerful thrusts. From time to time, he made sure to smack her beautiful ass, which elicited an excited squeak of approval.

Vanessa had intended to stare her husband down while her master fucked her. She wanted him to know how truly inferior he was to James. Yet, now, when it was happening she couldn’t open her eyes. Instead, she was contented to be fucked, completely oblivious to her husband’s watching eyes. She didn’t care anymore; she had proved her point, now it was time to enjoy what her and her master shared.

James drove into her, harder and harder each time. She knew a forth orgasm was coming soon and couldn’t help but wonder when James would fill her cunt. That was the last thing she wanted her husband to see. She wanted him to see how her master, the greatest man on Earth, ejaculated such thick, full amounts of semen! Into her or on her, it mattered not, as long as she could brag what a wonderful master she had!

A forth orgasm shook her form. Suddenly her arms gave out, leaving her to fall forward, though she caught herself just in time so as not to be hurt. Then, she felt James' thickness leave her vagina. Weakly, she lifted her head as the fogginess that her orgasm left her with faded.

She saw her husband, with his tiny little prick out, fisting it. This made her laugh, despite how thoroughly she had been fucked and drained she felt.

Eagerly, she turned to her master, expecting a cum shower to follow. Instead, she was forced to stuff his big, fat cock deep into her mouth again, not that she could complain.

She was greeted by an intoxicating cocktail, made from James' innate deliciousness, his sperm and her own pussy juices. She didn’t get to taste it long, since James grabbed her hair and threw her into the couch, her head facing the windows which allowed her a view outside. Calmly, she rested her elbows on the back of the couch and looked back at him.

“What now,” she cooed to her master. She gave him a sultry look of willingness. James walked over and smeared something on his cock. “We’re going to try something different. I’m going to fuck your hot little asshole.”

At first Vanessa was shocked and scared. Then, upon seeing his prick and feeling his lubricated fingers enter her asshole, giving her an odd new sensation to deal with, she submitted to it. Willingly, she arched her ass out for him.

She felt him grip her ass tightly, sending a small jolt of pleasure through her form, then enjoyed the feeling of his cock pressing against her asshole. That pleasure faded though, as a searing pain shot through her body. His massive prick stuffed her so full, stretching her to the limit. She felt as his balls touched her pussy. Some how he had stuffed his whole cock into her tiny little asshole, something she had assumed was impossible.

Weakly, she looked back almost ready to ask him to stop. Then she saw the look of euphoria on her master’s face. Sighing despite this, she clenched her teeth, closed her eyes and bared it.

James' thrusts stared slow and gently, though it didn’t take long for him to pick up. With each powerful push she felt his balls slap her twat, which allowed her some pleasure, though not much. Still, her ass burned with each movement, though it was gradually lessening.

James reached around her thin body and took her fat tits in his hands. With a powerful hold on his tits, he increased the power of his thrusts, which caused his crotch to dig erotically into her firm ass.

“Are you enjoying this?”

“N-Not that much,” Vanessa managed. She couldn’t lie to her master, even if it wouldn’t please him. “Continue, though, I don’t mind.”

James froze for a moment. His dick was still inside of her, as was the light burning she felt in her ass. It felt nice, though, to have his cock just in her ass, not moving. The thought was arousing. He was just part of her at this point, a thought that she definitely liked.

James petted her hair gently with a free hand, while the other continued to fondle her nipples, which was making her increasingly horny. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

This took Vanessa by surprise. She knew she was his slut and that master wanted to use her. That was enough for her to be happy. Just being a fuck puppet for her master was enough to please her, as long as she could please him. But such concern she realized, she wasn’t just his slut or his slave, but his pet. Tears formed in her eyes and she fought back a sob.

“Such love,” she choked adoringly, “I am not worthy. Master, you are the greatest!” Then, her dedication renewed, she braced her hands against the couch and began to push back into his cock. To her surprise, it hurt less, much less. She even felt an odd feeling of pleasure wash over her form as she did this.

“Ah,” she gasped as she reached the base of his cock. Then, slowly, James began to pull out as she pulled away. This lead to them meeting against with a full force thrust from both sides. His balls smacked ever so wonderfully against her cunt and thighs, making her squeal with desire. The pain was gone, now replaced only by immeasurable pleasure. “It’s so good! So big and so good!”

With that, James began to fuck her in earnest again. His hands reattached themselves to Vanessa’s heavy, bouncing breasts and his balls smacked with each thrust. Rather than not enjoying it, though, Vanessa now pushed back to meet every movement of his cock. She let out happy squeals of passion and it was not long before a fifth orgasm shook her form, leaving her exhausted and weak.

To her dismay, James pulled himself out and rested on the couch next to her. She looked at him and felt love flood her form. He was smiling at her proudly, happy that his slut was being so good for him. Then, he grabbed her tight little ass and pulled her towards him. “I want you to ride it,” he said. “Be a good slut and do it for me.”

When he called her a slut she felt her body react of its own accord. She obeyed his orders and set herself up in a very odd fashion. She rested her legs on each side of his body, then arched her back out widely, shoving her breasts out. Her head leaned back as she balanced herself on the wall with her hands.

Slowly his cock penetrated her hot little ass again, filling her completely. With enthusiasm unlike any she had ever experienced before, Vanessa began bouncing atop his massive prick like a pro. His hands, to her surprise, reached around to fondle her hot twat, which was adding to the amazing pleasure.

Her breasts bounced heavily with each movement. Her body burned, both from passion and exhaustion. She didn’t know how much she could take. Suddenly, she shook and collapsed on him, taking his dick to the base, not that she minded that. A final shriek accompanied this as her sixth orgasm shot through her body, causing her to shake and convulse atop him.

Then she felt it. His cock was buried in her ass as she sat there limply on his crotch. His balls were pushed up against the bottom of her ass. And his dick was tightening in her ass. Suddenly, it shot off one thick white volley after another.

Behind her she heard her son gasp and groan from his orgasm. He rested his head against her back and his hands on her thin thighs, which he squeezed and groped lightly. She just smiled as her beautiful ass was being filled with his scalding seed. She felt the cum run out of her ass, leaking all over his crotch.

Tiredly, she raised herself from him and felt his cock pop out of her ass. Like the eager bitch she was, she dropped to her knees and cleaned his crotch, tasting her wonderful ass on his semen stained prick. Then, she caught his post-cum in her mouth, swallowed it dutifully and kissed the head of his cock.

“Thank you,” she gasped tiredly, giving his cock another kiss. “Thank you so much, master.” James just patted her head.

“Close your eyes,” he said tiredly while lifting his jeans. She nodded and obeyed, closing her eyes. Then, she heard a click.

“Open your eyes,” he said shortly after. Vanessa did as commanded and was shocked to find her master in his boxers and jeans again. He stood in front of her husband, who had his tiny little prick out.

James smiled at her. “Dad agreed to let us do what ever the fuck we wanted. He’s my financer, I guess. He’ll give me all the money I want and let me do what ever the hell I want with you. In a sense, I’m his master, right, dad?”

Stan gave a resigned nod of his head.

“So, dad, we’re going to need you to help us buy some kinky shit, okay?” Another nod.

Then, James walked over to Vanessa and patted her head. She nuzzled his hand affectionately, just like a good little bitch-pet. “So, you want to try ass fucking again?”

Vanessa nodded excitedly. “But I think I need to rest for a while, I’m exhausted. I can still suck you off, though.”

James chuckled. “I’m pretty tired, too, maybe later.”

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