My name's Riley. I'm 19, home from college for the weekend in our big suburban house outside Chicago. Dad was away on a business trip—some conference in Vegas—and I figured the house would be quiet. Mom (Lauren, 42, still hot as fuck with those fake tits Dad bought her years ago) said she was just gonna chill, watch Netflix, drink wine.
I came home late from hanging with friends, around 1 a.m. The living room lights were off, but I heard noises from the master bedroom down the hall. Low moans, sharp slaps, a man's deep growl. Not Dad's voice.
I froze in the hallway, heart hammering. The door was cracked open maybe three inches—enough light spilling out, enough sound. I should’ve walked away. I didn’t.
Peeking through the gap, I saw Mom on her knees in the middle of their king bed. Naked except for black thigh-high stockings and a thick leather collar around her neck. Hands cuffed behind her back with shiny metal. Her face was already a mess—mascara streaked, lips swollen red.
Standing over her was Uncle Mike. Not my real uncle—Dad’s college roommate and golf buddy for twenty years. Tall, built like a linebacker gone slightly soft, salt-and-pepper hair, always the loud, cocky one at barbecues. Right now he was shirtless, jeans open, thick cock out and glistening. He had Mom by the hair, yanking her head back so hard her throat arched.
“Look at you, you pathetic cheating whore,” Mike snarled. “Your husband’s out making money and you’re here choking on my dick like the desperate cum-dump you are.”
Mom whimpered. “Yes, Sir… I’m sorry, Sir… please use me…”
He slapped her face—not hard enough to bruise, but loud. Her cheek bloomed pink. “Sorry ain’t enough, bitch. You begged me to come over. Said your cunt’s been aching since the last time I fucked you raw in his bed.”
I couldn’t breathe. Last time? This wasn’t the first?
Mike shoved his cock back into her mouth. Deep. No mercy. Mom gagged instantly, drool pouring down her chin onto her tits. He held her there, hips pumping, fucking her throat like a fleshlight. “That’s it. Take it all, you filthy slut. Your daughter’s probably asleep down the hall and here you are getting face-fucked by the guy who’s gonna breed you tonight.”
My thighs clenched. I hated how wet I was getting. Hated that I couldn’t look away.
He pulled out suddenly. Strings of spit connected his cock to her lips. Mom gasped, coughing. He grabbed the collar and dragged her forward until she fell face-down on the mattress, ass up. He kicked her knees wider.
“Spread that married pussy for me,” he ordered.
Mom reached back with cuffed hands—awkward as hell—and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her cunt was shaved smooth, already swollen and dripping. A jeweled butt plug winked between her cheeks.
Mike laughed cruelly. “Still wearing the plug I made you shove in this morning? Good girl. Keeps that hole ready for when I decide to wreck it.”
He yanked the plug out in one rough pull. Mom yelped. He spat on her gaping asshole, then lined up and slammed his cock balls-deep into her pussy. No warm-up. Just brutal, punishing thrusts.
“Fuck! Yes, Sir! Harder!” Mom screamed into the pillow.
He grabbed the cuffs like reins, arching her back. “You don’t get to cum until I say, cunt. You cum when your husband’s best friend floods your cheating womb. That’s the rule.”
Slap. Slap. Slap. His palm cracked across her ass over and over, turning it bright red. Each hit made her pussy clench visibly around his shaft.
I pressed my thighs together so hard it hurt. My hand slipped under my shorts without thinking. I was soaked.
Mike slowed suddenly, grinding deep. “Tell me who owns this pussy now.”
“You do, Sir… you own it… not him…”
“Louder, whore.”
“You own my pussy! Fuck my cheating hole! Breed me like the bitch I am!”
He roared and started pounding again—savage, animalistic. The headboard slammed the wall. Mom’s tits swung wildly. She was crying now, mascara rivers down her face, but begging for more.
“Gonna fill you up,” he growled. “Gonna pump so much cum in you your husband’ll taste it when he kisses you tomorrow.”
“Do it… please… cum inside me, Sir…”
He buried himself to the hilt and froze. Groaning like a beast. I could see his balls twitching as he unloaded. Mom shuddered hard, screaming through her own orgasm even though he hadn’t given permission. Her whole body shook, pussy pulsing around him, milking every drop.
When he finally pulled out, a thick river of cum leaked from her wrecked cunt down her thighs. He smacked her ass one last time. “Clean me up, slut.”
Mom spun around—still cuffed—and sucked his softening cock clean, moaning like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
I backed away quietly, legs trembling, and slipped to my room. Door shut. Lights off. Hand between my legs before I even hit the bed.
I came harder than I ever had, picturing Mom’s collared neck, her red ass, the way she begged to be bred by the man who wasn’t her husband.
And I wondered… if she knew I watched… would she make me kneel next?
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