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“Come here,” Allison called. Ethan came and stood beside her. “Stop playing with it, or you’ll cum too soon.” She chastised pulling his hand away from his little dick.
Devin increased the pace. The grinding became a proper thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder—a wet, rhythmic slap that echoed in the basement. Allison’s moans grew louder, less controlled. They were guttural, primal sounds of a woman being thoroughly used.
Her hips began to move on their own, meeting his inward pushes with a backward rock. She was chasing the sensation, trying to take more, to feel him everywhere. Her hands slid from his arms to his back, gripping his shoulders, and then trailed down finding enough of his shaft still outside of her to fill her hand.
Devin’s breath grew heavier. “Good,” he muttered. “So good.” He leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his weight pinning her to the edge of the sofa. The new angle changed everything. His cock seemed to reach new depths, pressing against that spot that made Allison’s vision blur.
She cried out, a sharp, broken sound. “There! Right there!”
Sarah watched, mesmerized. Her hand drifted unconsciously between her legs, her fingers tracing her own slickness as she witnessed her mother’s transformation.
Devin swiped his thumb across Allies clit, as he fucked her with a steady, pounding rhythm. Each thrust was a powerful surge that rocked Allison’s entire body. The sofa creaked beneath them. Her breasts swung with each impact.
The pleasure was no longer just a sensation; it was a state. It consumed her. Her thoughts dissolved into a white haze of need and surrender. Her husband, her daughter, the room, they all faded out of sight. The center of her universe was this man, this cock, this relentless, stretching, perfect friction.
“Come for me, one more time Mrs. C.” Devin growled into her ear, his voice thick with his own rising pleasure. “Let me feel you.”
The command unlocked something. The coil of tension in her belly, wound tighter than ever in her life, suddenly snapped. A climax tore through her, not a gentle wave but a violent, convulsing eruption. Her body stiffened, her back arching off the sofa. She didn’t just cry out, she screamed, a raw and unfiltered yell ripped from her lungs as the orgasm shredded her control.
Her inner muscles clamped around Devin’s invading length, a series of rapid, desperate spasms that milked him. He groaned, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, driven by her contraction.
“Mom! Are you okay!” Andrew’s voice, sharp and panicked, from the top of the stairs.
Allison’s eyes snapped open. Devin didn’t stop. His rhythm only intensified, each thrust jolting her against the sofa cushion. She tried to form a word but another moan stole her voice.
Footsteps thundered down the wooden stairs. “Mom! Mom? Oh, my God!”
Andrew burst into the basement’s open space. His athletic frame froze. His eyes, wide with shock, scanned the scene: his naked father, his naked sister, his mother on her back being fucked by a massive man with a force that rocked her entire body.
Andrew’s mouth hung open. For a second, pure disbelief held him. Then his hand moved. He pulled his phone from his pocket. The screen lit up. He didn’t hesitate. He raised it, pointing the lens at the sofa. The recording started.
Sarah gasped, her hand moving faster between her legs, mirroring her mother’s abandon. Ethan’s hand slid down to his dick, but Sarah grabbed his penis, taking it from him, envleoping it fully in her small dainty hand. “No, daddy. Mom said no.” She disciplined,
Ethan watched his wife’s climax shatter her. A spectacle of vocal, physical ecstasy he had never provoked was the final, devastating proof that for Allison, cock size mattered, it mattered a lot.
She was babbling now, words with understood meaning. “Yes… more… don’t stop… please…Jesus, HARDER!” A thick white cream flowed down Devin’s cock, Ethan had never seen anything like it, it was his wife’s cum, she was creaming on his cock.
“Fuck! Devin!! Fuck God! FUCK!!” The words tore from her throat, each one punctuated by a deep, shuddering penetration that sent another wave of pleasure crashing through her system. Her mind was gone, replaced by sensation—the thick fullness, the brutal rhythm, the white cream of her own orgasm slicking his cock as he pistoned into her.
“Hold on, hold on!” Alllison pleaded pushing Devin back. “Take me from behind.” She begged as she positioned herself, knees on the sofa, ass up presenting herself to Devin.
Devin’s hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he penetrated her again.
“You feel so good, Mrs. C. You’re stretching out.” he grunted, his voice thick with effort. It was true she was stretched, open, adapted, but hearing his praise delighted her. She felt proud of herself for taking him, for fucking him well.
From her kneeling position on the sofa, she looked over and back at Ethan, standing inches away, his small pink penis still in Sarah’s hand, gripping him tightly. Her eyes wide as she watched her mother being taken.
A new, electric shame pierced the haze of Allison’s pleasure. This was her son. He was capturing this. But Devin’s next thrust, a deep, grinding push that hit that spot again, scattered her thoughts. Her head fell forward, a fresh cry ripped from her lips.
“Get it all,” Allison said. “Get closer. Come around over here.” Allison directed Andrew to the backside of the couch, there was about 15 feet of space between the sofa and the back wall.
Andrew stepped closer, his phone steady. He zoomed in and captured the way his mother’s body convulsed, the way her breasts swung wildly, the way her face contorted in ecstasy.
Then Allison instructed Ethan to join Andrew. Allison smiled at her son and fished his penis out from his shorts. He quickly filled her hand with the warm pulse of his thin member. “See, you’re easily 2 inches longer.” Allison announced, taking Ethan in her other hand stroking them both to the rhythm of Devin’s thrusts.
“Ah, Daddy loses in the size competition.” She frowned. Ethan’s humiliation was absolute now, not just from his wife and daughter, not just watching another man fuck his wife to multiple orgasms, but knowing he has the smallest penis in the house.
Allison felt Devin’s pace change. His thrusts became shorter, harder, more urgent. His breathing turned ragged. He was close.
“Ethan, thank you for making me your free-use slut.” Allison decreed as she pumped her two boys.
Devin chuckled darkly behind her, his thrusts never slowing. His massive balls slapped against Allison’s clit with every drive, sending waves of spiking pleasure through her already overstimulated body.
Allison’s moans mixed with the slick sounds of her hand jerking off her husband and son. She was their mother, their teacher, and now, their free-use slut. Her body was stretched and filled by Devin, her hands pleasuring her family, her mind teetering on the edge of sanity. The heat of Andrew’s penis in her hand, the pathetic twitch of Ethan’s, the relentless force of Devin’s invasion—it all melded into a symphony of degradation and ecstasy.
“I am cuming, Mrs. C. I am cuming soon.”
“Good sweet boy, just do it, let it happen. Fill me up Devin, cum inside me.”
“Oh, fuck Mrs. C!!,” Devin growled, his hips slamming into her with final, possessive force.
Allison could only moan, a continuous, broken sound. Another climax was building again from the relentless stimulation. The feeling of being utterly used, of being seen by her entire family, fused with the physical invasion and exploded into a new peak.
Just then Allison let go of her husband and brought him to her face, kissing him deeply, lovingly. Andrew whimpered, snorted, and gripped his mother’s hand trying to last just a little longer. But, it was no use, he couldn’t hold it. His mom was stroking his dick while watching her get pounded. And with a shiver his balls tightend and his penis throbbed in Allison’s hand and Andrew shot rope after rope of thick cum.
Devin’s last thrust was deep, a full-body assault. He held himself there, buried inside her, and let out a rough groan. His cock pulsed inside her. “FUCK MRS. C, FUCK!” He came hard, the pressure released, and he fired pulse after pulse of thick cream inside Sarah’s mom. She felt him pulsing, spraying his thick cum deepinside her. A second later, Sarah reached her own tipping point, her hand a blur as she smashed her button.
“OH YEAH!” She sang out grabbing Devin and sinking into his side, shacking and gasping as she pressed into him, riding out her orgasm.
Devin, fully spent slid his massive, slick cock out from Allison’s stretched entrance, followed by a rush of his release. It spilled out of her, dripping down her thighs onto the sofa.
Allison collapsed forward, her body spent, shaking. Devin stepped back, panting, his cock still semi-hard, glistening.
“Take me now,” Allison pleaded with Ethan. He quickly made his way to the other side of the couch, and stood where Devin was. Ethan watched with a perverted delight at his wife’s stretched, gaping, and oozing cunt. He grabbed her hips and slid in.
“Do it. Ethan, fuck me.” Allison cried.
“I… I am.” She wasn’t playing, she honestly couldn’t feel him. Ethan slammed as hard as he could into his wife, his short stroke nothing more than a slight rocking back and forth created no gap between them, no real motion to speak of.
“Oh, dad.” Sarah laughed. The sensation was nothing like he had ever felt. Allison was so loose, so stretched out, he could feel the heat, the wetness of her cunt, but no pressure around him.
“You’re so wet, baby, so loose.” He grunted. “I can’t… baby, I can’t feel you.” He cried.
“I’ll clench as tight as I can Ethan.” She called out and as she squeezed she expelled more and more of Devin’s cum, coating Ethan in it.
“I’m sorry- that’s not working.” Ethan panted.
“Stick it in my ass Ethan, do it!”
“Oh God Allie,” His body shook as he pierced her brown eye for the first time in their marriage. “That’s it Allie, that’s it!” He snorted and convulsed with a silly look on his face as his cum mixed with Devin’s. Ethan and Allie fell together on the couch, holding each other.
Allison slowly, painfully, sat up on the sofa. She felt Devin’s seed warm inside her, leaking out. She felt the profound, aching stretch he’d left. Ethan sat beside his wife, his small penis retreating inside him, leaving just the tip exposed.
“Oh, look at your little guy,” Allie laughed. “Jesus, look at Devin, look how his cock hangs down even after cuming” Devin’s cock hung low between his legs resting on the sofa seat.
“He’s all tuckered out.” Ethan owned it, he spread his legs pinching at his spent little dick and laughed.
“So, Sarah. I think I know how to help you and Devin. But, it might take some time.” Allison smiled, “I think you’ll like it. And until you can satisfy Devin, just know I am here… I am going to stay free-use.”
Coming Soon: a new family adventure, “Stretching Sarah.”
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