Romances de Kayla

CONTENT / TRIGGER WARNING: This is a very DARK EROTICA story.I had a checkup today. I was already twenty-five minutes late, and I still hadn't finished getting ready, not that I could rush even if I wanted to.Standing naked in front of the mirror, I angled my body just so. That was the only position from which I could actually see my pussy. The hair had grown out far more than I liked, thick and unruly, and my husband refused to do anything about it.I couldn't shave anymore. My belly blocked the entire view. I couldn't even see my feet, let alone my vagina."Piece of shit," I muttered under my breath.Lately, I had been seriously reconsidering this marriage. Collins had been sweet when we were dating, and even after we got married, but everything seemed to shift the moment I became pregnant. I still remembered telling him about the doctor's advice—regular sex during pregnancy could help with an easier delivery. He had simply shrugged and said he wasn't feeling it.Was I a turnoff

"Mghh-mghhff-I can't…it's too much.”"You can, Mommy.” I reach down, rubbing my fingers over my clit as I watch his cock disappear into my mother's cunt. "You're taking him so well, Mom. So hot, so so hot Mommy.”Her eyes roll back. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as he bottoms out, balls-deep, his heavy sac pressed against her ass.I'm going to fuck you now, Helen. I'm going to stretch this neglected cunt wide open. And you're going to take every inch."Then he fucks her.Not gentle. Not slow. Brutal, punishing thrusts that shake the bed, that make her heavy heavy tits bounce and jiggle with every impact. The headboard slams against the wall, thump thump thump and her moans become these short, punched-out sounds."Aria—get—get down here," Samson grunts, his hips never stopping. "Lick your mother's pussy. Lick where you came from."I scramble down, positioning myself between their legs. Uncle Samson pulls out just enough for me to get my mouth on her clit, that fat swollen nub and

Mom stands in the doorway, hand frozen mid-air, fingers still splayed in that half-finished sign of the cross. Her lips move silently-prayer or curse, I can't tell. Her eyes…god, her eyes, they're locked on where Samson and I are still joined, his cock buried deep inside me, my pussy still fluttering with the aftershocks of my orgasm."Aria." Her voice comes out strangled. "Samson."Samson doesn't pull out. Doesn't move. His cock pulses inside me, still hard, still leaking cum into my stretched cunt. I feel it dripping out around him, thick and hot, sliding down my ass crack and onto the sheets."M-Mom," I stammer, my voice wrecked from moaning. “It’s-it’s not what you…”"Not what it looks like?" Her laugh is a shattered, hysterical thing. "You're—he's—" She jabs a trembling finger at Samson's back, at the way his muscles are still tensed, still buried to the hilt inside her daughter's cunt. "He's inside you. He's—Oh god, oh god…”She stumbles backward, her shoulder hitting the doorf

From under the table, I heard Uncle Samson's voice boom across the room."You know what? I'll go check if Aria's room light is on—maybe she slipped in without us noticing."His chair scraped back. Footsteps moved away from the dining room toward the hallway. My heart hammered against my ribs, my knees aching on the hardwood floor, thighs sticky with his cooling cum. I pressed my lips together, tasting the salt of him still coating my tongue.From down the hall, his voice rang out, theatrical and loud. "Nope, not here! Must've just missed her.""So weird," Mom said. "She usually leaves a note.""She's eighteen," Dad replied, his voice carrying that dismissive edge he always used when talking about me. "Probably at a friend's.""Well, since we're waiting, let's put something on TV," Aunt Marian suggested. "That new drama series is on."Everyone walked towards the couch.My phone buzzed against my bare thigh. I cupped my hand around the screen to hide the glow.Stay under the table. Wait

My eyes widened as he bent down, his mouth descending toward the mess he'd left across my belly and cunt. His tongue dragged through the thick, cooling streaks of cum, lapping it up with slow, deliberate strokes that made wet, slurping sounds against my swollen folds."Uhhmm," he moaned, pressing his lips right against my clit and blowing, making obscene raspberries that vibrated through my entire pussy.The sensation was too much. My hips jerked up into his face, my fingers tangling in his hair. "Uncle Samson, ffffuck—""Taste so fucking good mixed with you," he growled against my cunt, his tongue diving deeper, scooping his own spend from my entrance and swallowing it down. "Could eat this pretty little kitty for hours."My thighs clamped around his head as he worked me over with that wicked mouth, licking and sucking until I was trembling, until the overstimulation from my previous orgasm melted into something hotter, needier. His tongue traced every fold, dipped inside my still-ga

Uncle Samson pushed me down gently, sat up straight, his back ramrod against the couch cushions, and my pussy was still gasping—little aftershock pulses fluttering through my slick folds even though the orgasm had faded to a dull, glowing throb."Marian—" His voice came out rough, scraped raw. "W—what are you doing down here?" his voice cracked. "I mean…""Watching pornography so late at night," she cut in, her tone curling with disgust. "That's disgusting—that's low, Samson. Aria could still be awake in her room."She thought the sounds she'd heard were from porno. She didn't realize it was me, muffled against her husband's mouth, my cunt gushing all over his chin while he tongue-fucked me through the hardest orgasm of my life.I suddenly felt hotter. So impossibly hot down my inner thighs where my slick was still dripping, mixing with his spit, cooling against my flushed skin.She was close, so close. Aunt Marian stood at the foot of the staircase, from her angle, the couch faced aw