Julian’s hands raised again, and with a wicked smile, he smacked her ass cheeks.
“Mmhh…yes…” Lisa moaned, her body jolting at the impact. The sting of his palms was painfully addictive, her walls tightening around him with each smack.
Julian brought his hands up to Lisa’s chest, cupping her large breasts. His thumbs flicked over her hardened nipples before he slapped them.
Lisa’s body jolted again with the impact, her back arching as she screamed into the pillow.
“Do you like it when I’m rough?” Julian teased in low whisper.
Lisa’s moan was muffled by the pillow as she nodded desperately. Julian chuckled at her response.
Julian’s thrusts grew more erratic, his own pleasure building to a peak as he felt Lisa’s pussy contract around him. He knew she was close.
With a silent gesture, Julian beckoned Isabel closer. She stepped out of the shadows, her eyes never leaving her mother’s face.
Julian leaned down and slowly reached for the blindfold that covered Lisa’s eyes.
With a swift motion, the blindfold slipped from Lisa’s face, her wide eyes now meeting his with a mix of shock and confusion. For a moment, she didn’t move nor speak, as the reality of the situation crashed over her like a wave.
Julian firmly gripped her hips, his cock still buried deep inside her, throbbing with a need to release.
“Juliann?” she whispered, the name coming out as a both question and a gasp.
Julian’s smirk grew as he watched the recognition and shock bloom on her features. He shifted his hips slightly as he thrusted deeper into her.
“Ahhh—fuck,” Lisa cried out, her voice breaking with a mix of shock and unrestrained pleasure.
“Not your husband,” he murmured, “It’s me, Julian.”
Lisa’s eyes then shifted to the shadows where Isabel emerged slowly. Her cheeks were flushed and her hand was still buried in her own pussy.
“What are you doing?” Lisa managed to ask. Her voice was a breathless whisper as her mind raced to comprehend the scene before her.
Isabel froze at her question as she did not have any explanation. “I-I’m watching,” Isabel stuttered, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
Lisa’s eyes searched Isabel’s, looking for an answer, for a reason why her own daughter would be a part of this depraved act. But what she saw was not shame or disgust, but desire, need, and something else entirely.
Julian took advantage of her shock as his hips pounded into her with an increasing pace.
Lisa’s body responded instinctively, her pussy tightening around his cock as she rolled her head back, her eyes fluttering shut.
“Mmm… yes, more…” she shouted. Her grip on the bed sheets tightened, her knuckles turning white as she fought the urge to push him away.
But she didn’t. Instead, she arched her hips to meet his thrusts.
Julian’s smile widened as he felt her body start to shake. “You’re going to cum for me,” he murmured, his voice low and seductive. “Cum for your daughter’s lover.”
The words sent a shiver through Lisa’s body. The idea and the whole situation was so wrong, and yet, so deliciously right.
Julian’s hand found her clit, and began to rub it in rough circles that had her hips moving in frenzied rhythm.
Her eyes snapped open, meeting Isabel’s again. The sight of her daughter watching as she was getting rough fucked by Julian’s big cock was too much for her to bear.
With a scream that seemed to echo through the room, Lisa’s body tensed as her orgasm washed over with an overwhelming force, leaving her breathless and trembling.
Julian’s strokes never ceased as she came. Her pussy spasmed around him, her juices coating him completely.
With a swift movement, he pulled his cock out of her pussy and stepped back. His eyes locked with Isabel’s as he began stroking himself, his hand moving faster and faster.
With a grunt, he erupted, and the ropes of cum splattered onto Lisa’s heaving chest and face.
The sight of her mother painted with Julian’s seed was almost too much for Isabel to bear. Her own hand moved faster as she watched in shock and arousal.
Lisa’s eyes went wide with surprise, her body stiffening as the hot liquid covered her. Julian’s grin was one of pure satisfaction as he watched her reaction, his hand still working his cock as he painted her body with his cum.
It was a claiming, a branding, and she knew it. The realization was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
As the last drops fell from Julian’s cock, Lisa’s mind reeled with the implications of what had just happened.
She looked down at her body, at the sticky trails of cum that glistened in the dimly lit room and felt a wave of disgust mingled with something darker.
Julian stepped back, his chest heaving as he took in the sight of her. He reached out and took Isabel’s hand, gently guiding it away from her own dripping pussy.
He stepped closer to the bed and slid two of his fingers into her wetness. His thumb circled her clit, mimicking the movements she had been making, and she couldn’t help but moan at the new sensation.
“Julian,” she breathed, her eyes locked with her mother’s.
Julian’s grin grew wider as he stepped back, allowing Lisa to fully take in the sight of his fingers, still slick with her own juices, now buried in Isabel’s tight, wet cunt.
The sight sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through her body.
With a gentle tug, Julian guided Lisa’s trembling hand to Isabel’s pussy, placing her fingers exactly where his had been just moments before.
Lisa’s eyes widened in shock and horror, but she made no move to pull away. Instead, she watched as Isabel’s face contorted in pleasure at the contact.
Isabel moaned, her body arching into her mother’s touch. The sound was like a melody, drawing Lisa in despite the swirl of emotions within her.
Her heart raced as she pushed her fingers inside her daughter, feeling the heat and the wetness of her pussy. It was wrong, so wrong, and yet, she couldn’t deny the allure.
Julian watched with heavy lust, softly stroking his cock as he took in the scene of a mother and daughter engaging in a incestuous act under his direction.
“Mmh, Mother,” Isabel moaned, the word slipping from her lips like honey. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she watched her mother’s hand move inside her.
Lisa’s fingers moved tentatively at first, as if unsure of the boundaries she was crossing, but Julian’s firm guidance and the sounds of Isabel’s moan soon emboldened her.
“Do you like her pussy?” Julian leaned down, his breath hot against Lisa’s ear.
Lisa’s eyes went wide at his question. Julian’s hand remained firmly on Isabel’s hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he continued to guide her mother’s hand deeper into her.
“I-I…” Lisa stuttered, unable to find the words to express her emotion.
“Do you like her pussy?” he repeated. The question was a demand for her to acknowledge the taboo desires that now laid bare before her.
Lisa’s body trembled. The feel of Isabel’s slick, tight warmth around her fingers was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The lines between right and wrong blurred as the intoxicating scent of their arousal filled her conscious.
