The Devil's Pact - S01 E176

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The Devil's Pact - S01 E176

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 176

Mark was climbing onto the bed, climbing on top of me. I was open and ready for him. My arms reached around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were strong and manly, capturing my lips with a forceful kiss, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth. His weight was atop me and my legs wrapped around his hips. This was so wrong, so wicked, my pussy burned in anticipation. His cock bumped at the entrance of my pussy and I reached down and guided him back inside me.

"Yes," I moaned as he entered me. "My son's grown so big! And now you are back inside me! Show mommy what you know! Yes, yes! Fuck mel"

"You're so wet," he moaned in my ear. "You feel so good!"

His cock was plunging in and out of me. In and out, so amazing. "My sweet boy," I whispered in his ear. "You are back inside me! My big son!"

He felt so amazing and I felt relief, I wasn't a lesbian. This felt too good for me to be gay. A strange relief swept over me. I was bi, certainly, but not gay. I rose up to met his thrusts, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, my nipples rubbing on his hairy chest.

"This is so hot," Mary whispered into my ear as I clawed my son's back. I turned my head and she kissed me and Mark's lips were there and somehow we were all kissing each other, tongues touching, exploring each other's lips. Sharing and enjoying each other's passions.

Mark was fucking me hard, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. This is so fucking exciting," he moaned. "I'm inside my mom. I used to jerk off to you, did you know that."

"No," I panted, feeling incredibly sexy. "All the girls you could have jerked off to, you chose me?"

"Yes," he grunted. "You were so beautiful when I was young. You still are, mom."

His thrust came harder, more insistent. Then I could feel it, his seed spilling inside me. Inside the very womb that I made him in, where I carried him beneath my heart for nine months. My orgasm exploded through me, stars danced in my vision. God, I wasn't on the pill. David had that Vasectomy years ago. Was my son going to make a baby inside me. A new life? Proof of our new, incestuous love?

Mark rolled off me, a hand on my right thigh. Mary was on my left, her hand on the other thigh, keeping my legs spread open. "Don't be scared," Mary whispered. "We needed you for a spell.

"What," I panted and then I saw the girl enter the room.

She had bubblegum pink hair, was maybe seventeen, and naked. Her small breasts were pierced by silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and there was a tattoo above her pussy. "Cum on in," it read, an arrow pointing to her slit so there could be no confusion what the little slattern meant. The girl knelt down and I wanted to close my legs, but my son and his fiancee kept them open.

"Shh, this won't hurt," Mary said and kissed me.

The pink-haired girl licked my slit, tasting the mess I had made with my son. "Zimmah," Mark whispered and I felt something. some energy, flow out of me into my son and this girl.

Mark shuddered and the girl gasped. "Oh, Master, I'm yours forever, aren't I?" she asked, breathlessly.

"Forever, Allison" Mark answered and the pink-haired girl crawled up to him and kissed him on the lip.

A nut brown, big-breasted Latina woman crawled up next. Behind her I could see more naked women waiting. Just what was my son up to? I gasped in pleasure as the Latina licked at my slit and Mark whispered, "Zimmah,". The energy flowed, Mark shuddered, and the Latina gasped.

There were tears in her eyes as she crawled up to Mark. "I'm yours forever," she said and kissed him and then she was kneeling before Allison, the pink-haired girl.

"Allison, mi Sirenita," she said, holding the girl's hands. "Since Master claimed us, I have grown to love you deeply. You are so beautiful, innocent and whorish all at the same wonderful time." She opened her hand, revealing a gold ring topped with a diamond. Little fish were carved on the ring. No, not fish, mermaids, their arms forming the mounting for the diamond. "Will you marry me?"

Allison glanced at Mark and he nodded. "Oh yes, Desiree," she squealed and everyone was clapping as Desiree slipped the ring on her finger. "We'll be together, forever," Allison whispered, hugging her fiancee. "Forever Master and Mistress's slaves."

They kissed and Mary sighed next to me, rubbing a tear from her eyes. "Oh, that's so beautiful."

Their kisses became more passionate and then the Latina was kneeling down, spreading open Allison's thighs, and dove into her shaved cunt with gusto. "Umm, my sweet Desiree," Allison moaned, staring at the diamond ring on her finger as her fiancee ate out her cunt.

What was going on. Another girl, a doll-faced girl with beautiful, blue eyes crawled awkwardly between my legs. Her left arm was in a sling, a bandage covering her shoulder. She bent down and licked and Mark whispered the words. And on it went, girl after girl. When the eleventh girl, a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman, licked my cunt, nothing happened.

"There's no more sperm, Master," she said, eyes wide with panic.

"It's okay, Willow," Mary soothed. "Mark and his mother can make more.

I was eager to let Mark make more, I discovered. As weird as this entire situation was, I didn't care so long as I could feel Mark's cock inside me again. Mark lasted longer the second time and Mary sat on my face and I ate her pussy as my son fucked my pussy. Ten more girls licked my cunt and then I was empty of sperm. So, for the third time, I sat atop him, cowgirl style, and rode him passionately. Mary sat on his face and I made out with her as we rode my son.

Finally, the last woman, the twelfth one dressed as a slutty cop, kissed Mark and walked out of the room. The original thirteen girls, the once who weren't dressed like slutty cops, were scattered about the room or out on the small, private deck, some were kissing, others were making love, and a few just cuddled. Desiree and Allison sat out on the deck, making out on a love seat. A red- head was cuddling with the injured girl. The Muslim girl and the cinnamon-skinned girl were sixty-nining on the floor.

"What's going on?" I finally asked my son. I was wrung out, emotionally, physically.

"Well mom, I have powers," Mark said. "And so does Mary. And there are people out there that want to stop us. They think what we're doing is wrong."

"On Monday, one attacked us, Mary said and she motioned to a curly haired teenager. She looked eighteen. "This is Karen. She took control of several of the girls and overpower Mark and I."