Mallika came into the living room at 11 PM, after seeing Dad off at the airport for his month-long trip to Dallas. I was lounging on the couch, my laptop open, tracking an online order for red thongs, lacy G-strings, micro skirts, sheer babydolls, fishnet stockings, and a pair of velvet-lined handcuffs; all for her. My cock twitched in my jeans at the mere thought of our month-long fuck fest. She sat beside me, her T-shirt hugging her 36D tits and her jeans shaping her thick ass.

“That’s a lot of naughty shit, Vihaan,” she purred, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Planning to play dress up with me every day?” she teased.

I grinned, leaning back.

“Can’t let you walk around naked, can I, Mommy?”

I touched her thigh.

“Gotta keep that pussy wrapped in lace for me,” I said softly.

She laughed, a sultry sound, her hand brushing my face, dangerously close to my lips.

“What’re you waiting for?” she teased, expecting me to pounce.

“I thought you’d jump me, like last time.”

Her fingers cupped my bulge, making me throb, but I wanted to push her, make her beg for it.

I smirked, my voice dripping with control, and I held her hand.

“Oh, I’m not gonna fuck you, baby, but you can earn it. You know, if you want this cock tonight, you’re gonna play with yourself right here, on that sofa, in your clothes, and beg me to pound it. If you’re dirty enough, I’ll fuck.”

I whispered in her ear.

Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and arousal.

“You’re so fucking dirty and mean, Vihaan,” she said, but her lips curled into a naughty smile.

She slid to the opposite sofa, her movements slow and sexy, and cranked up the home theatre, playing a song, Ready to Love by ORGAVSM, the sexy, pulsing beat filling the room. She switched off the lights, leaving only the glow of a lamp and the faint moonlight, and like a stripper, she said,

“You want a show, baby? Mommy’s gonna make you so fucking hard,” her voice thick with lust.

She unbuttoned her jeans, peeling them off slowly, her thick thighs and bare pussy revealed, no panties, just glistening lips begging for attention. She tossed the jeans at me. My cock strained against my pants, precum leaking as she sat back, spreading her legs wide. One hand slipped under her tight t-shirt, squeezing her heavy tits, her nipples poking through the fabric, while the other trailed down her tummy to her shaved pussy.

“Look at Mommy’s wet pussy, baby,” she moaned, rubbing her clit in slow circles, her hips rocking to the music.

“I’m so fucking horny for your big cock.”

Her fingers spread her pussy lips, showing me the pink, dripping hole, her moans growing louder, filling the room with the music like a PMV. She spat on her hand, the shining wet saliva, and pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, gasping, “Fuck, baby, I need your dick to stretch this hole!”

Her other hand pinched her nipple under her T-shirt, her body moving, the sofa creaking as she fucked herself.

“Please, baby, fuck Mommy’s slutty hole, you motherfucker! Pound me until I can’t walk.”

Her moans echoed in the room like a pornstar, her hips bucking as she added a third finger, stretching her pussy wide, her juices dripping onto the sofa.

“God, I’m such a whore for you, baby. Fuck me, fuck me hard, make me your cum-slut tonight.”

Her body arched, head thrown back, hair falling upside down. Her pussy was a slick mess as her fingers plunged faster, destroying her cunt with every thrust; her screams echoed over the music.

I couldn’t take it anymore; her show was too fucking hot, a thousand-cock salute in the making. I ripped off my jeans, freeing my nine-inch cock, and went behind the sofa. I grabbed her hair, tilting her head back, and shoved my cock into her open mouth, her moan muffled around my shaft as I thrust deep.

“Suck it, bitch,” I growled, pushing six inches in, then started massaging her throat and positioned myself, pushing down another two inches more, deeper than the six she’d taken before.

She gagged, her eyes watering, but kept sucking, her lips stretched wide, saliva dripping down her chin.

I tore her t-shirt apart, the fabric ripping to expose her massive tits, bouncing free, nipples hard as bullets. I squeezed them hard, twisting her nipples until she pulled my cock out, gasping,

“You fucking animal, abusing Mommy’s tits like that? Fuck my mouth harder.”

Her voice was pure sex. I shoved my cock back in, gagging her deeper, my hand massaging her throat as I pushed to eight inches again, feeling her pulse around me.

“Cum for me, you slut. Cum with my cock in your throat,” I ordered, pulling out briefly as she coughed, then kissing her hard, tasting her saliva, her lips wet.

I spat into her open mouth, a slow, deliberate string, and she moaned, “Fuck, you dirty boy, spit in Mommy’s mouth again!”

I shoved my cock back in, thrusting deep, my hands crushing her tits as her body shook, her three fingers still pounding her pussy.

“Cum when I’m inside you, slut. Cum, cum, cum,” I growled, my spit mixing with hers as I fucked her throat like a pussy.

And then it happened. Her body convulsed like an earthquake, her pussy squirting hard, juices spraying onto the carpet, her fingers a blur as she rubbed them on her pussy rapidly, screaming around my cock. I pulled out; she coughed, her face flushed, eyes wild with lust as she panted, “Fuck, baby, you made Mommy squirt like a whore!”

I stood there, my cock dripping with her spit, her pussy-soaked on her squirt, as I bent and kissed her in a Spiderman way, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth.

“You know what, baby, I am gonna drink you someday,” I whispered.

Her breath skipped.

***

I lay on my bed, and the room filled with Mallika’s gagging sound. My nine-inch cock throbbed as she knelt between my legs, sucking me like a filthy whore. Her full lips stretched around my shaft, her tongue moving up and down like it was a goddamn lollipop, swirling over the head, teasing the part where precum oozed. She pulled off with a wet pop, gathered a thick glob of saliva, and spat it onto my cock; her spit dripped down my length. Her soft hand wrapped around me, stroking like a suction cup, massaging the slick mess into my skin until my cock glistened like a porn star’s.

“Fuck, baby, your cock’s so big it’s choking Mommy’s throat,” she moaned, her eyes full of lust, gagging hard as she took eight inches down her throat, spit dribbling on her mouth.

She pushed deeper, struggling for that last inch, her gags turning to a desperate attempt. I smirked, loving her fight.

“Keep trying, Mommy,” I growled.

“Swallow every fucking inch for your baby.”

“God, Vihaan, I’m such a dirty slut for your dick,” she gasped, pulling off, strings of saliva connecting her lips to my cock.

“Please, fuck my mouth harder, baby. Make me choke!”

She dove back in, gagging louder, as I helped her mouth and gave a few thrusts, her throat convulsing as she fought for that final inch.

She then climbed onto me, her 36D tits bouncing free. She sucked my nipples, her tongue flicking the sensitive buds, making my cock twitch against her dripping pussy.

“You like that, you naughty boy?” she purred.

Her thick thighs framed my hips as she sat down on my cock, impaling herself raw on my cock, no condom, just skin-to-skin. Her pussy gripped me like a vice, stretching around my girth as she moaned, “Fuck, baby, your cock’s splitting Mommy’s cunt wide open!”

She fucked herself hard, hips slamming up and down, her ass clapping against my thighs, her juices dripping from her pussy to my balls.

“Pound this slutty pussy, Vihaan, use it.”

“Yes, Mommy.”

I couldn’t hold back. I flipped her off me, shoving her down so her upper body hung off the bed, her long hair falling on the floor, her head upside down, her thick legs spread wide on the bed. Her pussy, now open and begging, her tits jiggling as I positioned myself between her thighs. I thrust in deep, raw, my cock burying into her womb in one brutal stroke, making her scream,

“Ugh, fuck, you animal, you’re ruining my pussy!”

I pinched her nipples hard, twisting them until she gasped, her body arching, her head still hanging off the bed.

“Pinch Mommy’s tits harder, you motherfucker!” she cried, her pure lust.

Her pussy clenching my cock as I pounded her, the bed creaking, her tits bouncing wildly with each thrust.

“Aahh, fuck me deeper, you bastard, destroy this hole.”

After a minute of relentless pounding, she pulled herself up, climbing back onto me, sitting on my cock like a queen on her throne. She moved her hips in slow, sensual circles, her pussy grinding against my pelvis, her lips crashing into mine in a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss.

“Your fucking cock’s gaping my pussy, baby,” she moaned against my mouth.

“It’s stretching me so wide, fuck, I’ll never be the same.”

“Show me, Mommy. Show me what my dirty cock did to you,” I growled, my voice thick with need.

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, grabbing her ankles with both hands, pulling them up to expose her ravaged pussy. The sight was beautiful: her lips swollen, her hole gaped into a wide, pink circle, glistening with her juices and my precum, evidence of how deep I’d been.

“Look at that, Mommy,” I said, grabbing my phone and snapping a close-up pic, the camera catching every detail of her stretched pussy.

“You’re fucking ruined for Dad now.”

I showed her the pic that I clicked.

She bit her lip, looking at the photo, her voice dripping with filth.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve destroyed it totally, you dirty fucker. Your dad will never fill it as you do!”

Her words pushed me over the edge. I grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly, and slammed my cock back in, one hard thrust burying all nine inches, making her body quiver, her scream echoing.

“Fuck, Vihaan, you’re killing me!” she cried as I fucked her relentlessly, her tits bouncing, her legs shaking in her hands.

Mallika’s screams filled my bedroom, and her voluptuous body shook beneath me as her pussy pulsed around my nine-inch cock, her second orgasm building like a fucking tsunami.

“Fuck me harder, you dirty bastard!” she screamed, raw, her sexy blue eyes wild with lust.

“Make Mommy’s cunt squirt, baby.”

I thrust deeper, faster, my balls slapping her thick ass with wet, obscene hits, my cock stretching her hole to its limit. The Great Cum pills were making my cum-heavy balls churn. Her moans turned wild as she clawed the sheets. Then it hit: her body shaking like an earthquake, her pussy clamping down so tight I growled. She squirted hard, a fountain that soaked my cock, my thighs, my chest, and even splashed my face. Her squirt drenched her own body, her thighs wet, her pussy dripping. The bed was a fucking mess now.

She kept rubbing her clit rapidly, prolonging the orgasm as she screamed, “Fuck, Mommy’s such a dirty whore for you!”

Her eyes glazed like she was drunk on sex.

I bent down, grabbing her sweaty face.

“Fuck, Mommy, you fucking ruined everything,” I growled, smirking at the soaked bed, her juices pooling beneath us.

“Look at this mess, you squirting slut. My bed’s a pool now.”

I leaned closer, teasing, “Want another one, you dirty bitch? Wanna cum again for your stepson? Huh?”

Her eyes widened, her body exhausted but craving more. She nodded slowly, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes… please, baby.”

“Beg for it, Mommy,” I snarled.

“Beg me to destroy that pussy again.”

Her lips trembled.

“Please, baby, fuck Mommy’s pussy again. Make me squirt like the dirty slut I am. I need your cock, your fingers, your mouth; anything. Please, make this pussy squirt again.”

Her words were pure filth, her eyes locked on mine, pleading like a pornstar craving for her next round.

I smiled, pushing her legs wider, her pussy still gaping from my cock, a pink hole begging for more. I slid three fingers into her cunt and rubbed her clit hard with my thumb, no mercy, no pause.

“Take it, Mommy. Take it, you nasty bitch,” I growled, my fingers plunging deep into her like pistons, hitting her G-spot.

Her screams echoed through the room, her tits jiggling as she quaked.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, aahh,” she cried, her voice breaking as another orgasm tore through her in under a minute. Her pussy gushed again, a violent squirt spraying my hand, my arm, the bed, her thighs, even her tits, soaking everything in a sticky, salty flood. Her body was drenched now, and her face shone with ecstasy as she collapsed.

I pulled my fingers out, slick with her cum, her squirt, and brought them to my mouth, licking them slowly, tasting the salty, dirty tang of her squirt. She looked at me, her eyes wide and hazy, her chest heaving.

“Fuck, Mommy, you taste so good,” I said, smirking.

She gasped.

“God, baby, you’re such a dirty fucker. Kiss me.”

And I kissed her, transferring her the taste of her own squirt, like two cum-swapping sluts.

“I’m not done with you, baby,” I said, my nine-inch cock still rock-hard, throbbing with the effects of those pills.

“Use me, baby,” she moaned, her legs spread wide, pussy dripping.

“This pussy’s yours now. Fuck it, use it, make Mommy your dirty fucking toy!”

Her words lit a fire in me, and I shoved my cock back into her cunt, thrusting deep, my hips slamming, making a clapping sound.

“Fuck yes, Vihaan, pound it. Pound your hole, baby,” she screamed, her pussy clenching my cock like a greedy whore.

“Stretch it, baby. Aahh, this pussy is yours.”

I fucked her hard; my stamina was unreal. I felt like a beast unleashed by those damn pills. For forty fucking minutes I had been pounding her, my cock plunging in and out, her juices dripping on my balls, the bed creaking under us. My back ached from the relentless thrusting, and my muscles were screaming, but I didn’t want to stop. I couldn’t stop. Even Mallika was exhausted, lying under me like a sex doll, her body limp but her pussy still gripping my cock.

“God, you’re gonna fuck me to death, baby. Aahh,” she screamed, as she had another orgasm.

“Keep going, baby, use Mommy’s pussy to jerk that big dick off.”

But it felt weird too; something was different. Those pills, I guess they had changed me. It was the only explanation. My body was jacked, muscles bulging from weeks at the gym, and my cum loads were massive, but this stamina? I could fuck for hours now. My cock was a steel rod that wouldn’t quit. It was almost unnatural.

Finally, I collapsed on the soaked bed, my cock aching, still hard but unable to cum.

“Fuck, Mallika, I’m tired,” I panted, my back hurting, my cock pulsing painfully.

“I can’t fucking cum.”

Mallika, panting beside me, her body glistening with sweat and squirt, looked just as spent.

“I’m fucking wrecked, baby. I can’t ride you; it’s hurting now,” she said, her voice hoarse.

But her eyes flicked to my throbbing dick.

“Let me try something,” she said.

She slid off the bed, dropping to her knees on the carpet.

“Sit up, baby. Let me milk that cock dry.”

I sat on the edge of the bed, my cock standing like a rod. She grabbed my cock, stroking it slowly and firmly, her hand slick with her spit and my precum.

“Look at this big, dirty dick,” she purred, spitting a thick glob of saliva onto my cockhead, massaging it.

She leaned in, her lips wrapping around me, giving a sloppy, pornstar-worthy blowjob, her tongue swirling, her mouth sucking hard, gagging as she took eight inches down her throat, then pulled off.

“Fuck, baby, your cock’s so tasty,” she spat again, her hand jerking me faster.

“You like me sucking you like a whore, baby, hm?”

“Yes,” I shook my head.

Her other hand cupped my balls, massaging them, rolling them gently.

“Cum for Mommy, baby,” she moaned, her lips back on me, sucking deeper, her throat adjusting my cock.

I groaned.

“Fuck, I’m close. I’m close, Mommy!”

Then she did something so fucking sinister it shocked me. She slid one finger, slick with her spit, up my ass, pressing against my prostate as her mouth stuffed full of my cock, her eyes locking onto mine, daring me to react.

“What the fuck, you nasty bitch,” I roared, my body jolting, but holy shit I loved it. The pressure sent sparks through my balls.

“You’re so fucking dirty, fingering my ass like that!”

She moaned around my cock, her finger moving in sync with her sucking. I grabbed her hair, thrusting deeper, gagging her as she worked my prostate, my cock buried eight inches in her throat.

“Cum, you motherfucker!” she mumbled around my dick, her voice muffled.

“AAAHH,” I cried out, my body shaking, and I came harder than ever, my cock exploding like a goddamn volcano. In two jerks, I filled her mouth with thick, creamy cum, the Great Cum pills making it possible. She choked, coughing my cock out, and another rope splattered her face, painting her cheeks and lips white. Another hit her breast, dripping down her nipples; another sprayed her tummy, and I kept cumming. I kept cumming on her face, her body, her tits,...