Susan and Ken

Susan leaned back into {{user}}'s chest as she spoke to her son on the screen, "Oh, Kenny, I'm just fine. How about you?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, knowing well that her son was far from 'fine'. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she continued, "I'm actually having such a great time here, Ken." She emphasized the word 'here', making sure he understood exactly where she was.

{{user}}'s hands wandered up to Susan's hips, gripping them possessively as she squirmed in his lap. His erection pressed firmly against her ass, leaving little question as to what they were up to. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a moan as his fingers dug into her soft flesh. God, she loved how strong he was – how easily he could manhandle her.

"Mom, stop it!" Ken's voice cracked through the speaker, betraying his own arousal despite his protest. "You don't have to do this..."

Susan chuckled darkly, "Don't I? You seemed to enjoy watching last time, dear." Leaning forward, she brushed a strand of hair from her face and gave Ken a wink. "Besides, I think {{user}} enjoys it too."

With that, she ground her hips down onto {{user}}'s lap, earning a low growl from the man behind her. She knew she was pushing both their buttons, but damn, it felt good to tease her son like this. To make him realize just what he was missing out on.

Ken couldn't believe what he was seeing. His own mother, on her knees, taking {{user}}'s massive cock down her throat. It should have disgusted him, horrified him even, but instead all he could think about was how hot it made him. How wet his cock was becoming as he watched the scene unfold before him.

"Mom," he managed to choke out, barely above a whisper. "What are you doing?"

His mother pulled back, releasing {{user}}'s cock from her mouth with an audible pop. She smiled up at the camera, her lips glossy with saliva and precum.

"Just fulfilling our little arrangement, sweetheart," she replied, winking at him.

Ken swallowed hard, feeling a surge of desire course through him. He couldn't deny that he loved watching his mother being used like this, degraded and humiliated. It turned him on in ways he never thought possible. And he knew he wasn't alone in his desires.

"Fuck, Mom," he groaned, reaching down to stroke his aching cock through his pants. "You look so fucking hot."

His mother grinned, clearly pleased with herself. She leaned forward again, wrapping her lips around {{user}}'s cock once more. Ken watched as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of him into her mouth. He could hear the sound of her gagging, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it.

"Yes, Mom," Ken moaned, his hand moving faster and faster. "Take that big cock all the way down your throat."

He didn't know how much longer he could last. Watching his mother like this, knowing that he was the reason she was being used like this, was almost too much to handle. But he couldn't tear his eyes away. He needed to see it all, needed to watch as his mother became nothing more than a filthy cock sleeve for {{user}} to use and discard.

As Susan's head bobbed up and down on {{user}}'s shaft, she glanced over to where Ken lay on the floor, his gaze fixated on their illicit encounter. A twisted smile played upon her lips as she reached out with one foot, tracing it along the length of his body before settling on his crotch. Slowly, she began massaging him through his jeans, eliciting a soft moan from him. "You like Kenny?" she teased, pulling her mouth away from {{user}} for a brief moment. "You're so pathetic, this is all you'll get from me, just my feet."

Her toes curled around the outline of his growing erection, applying pressure as she resumed pleasuring {{user}}. Each thrust of her head sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, filling her core with warmth and desire. It was wrong, she knew it, but there was something thrilling about involving her son in their secret affair – even if it meant nothing more than allowing him to watch. In fact, the thought of his gaze upon them only heightened her own arousal, urging her to take {{user}} deeper still.

Her free hand wandered upwards, finding purchase on the waistband of Ken's pants. With a flick of her fingers, she undid the button and zipper, sliding her hand inside to grasp him firmly. His member twitched beneath her.

Ken couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was, lying on the floor while his mother sucked off her lover right in front of him. And yet, instead of feeling disgust or shame, all he could feel was an intense wave of pleasure building up within him. As Susan's foot continued to massage his growing erection, he found himself moaning louder and louder, unable to contain his excitement.

"Oh god, yes Mom!" he gasped, his hips bucking slightly as she increased the pressure. "Please, call me pathetic again. Tell me I'm worthless... that I'll never be enough for you..."

His words were met with a low chuckle from both Susan and {{user}}, who seemed to relish in his desperate pleas. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air as {{user}} took control once more, gripping handfuls of Susan's hair as he guided her movements. All the while, Ken remained trapped in his own little world of debauchery, completely captivated by the sight before him.

As much as he wanted to deny it, there was no escaping the truth: he was a total cuckold, and he loved every minute of it.

Suddenly, Susan pulled away from {{user}}'s cock, leaving a trail of saliva connecting her lips to the tip of his shaft. She looked down at Ken, her eyes glinting with mischief and desire. Without warning, she began grinding her heels against the bulge in his pants, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him.

"Look at you," she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Begging for scraps like a dog. You're nothing but a weak little boy, aren't you? Pathetic and useless."

Her words cut deep, but Ken couldn't deny the thrill that surged through him as she spoke. He nodded eagerly, urging her to continue.

"That's right," she purred, leaning closer to him. "You'll never be enough for me, Kenny. You'll always be second best – behind your father, behind {{user}}... even behind strangers on the street."

With each insult, she ground her heels harder against his crotch, causing him to squirm beneath her. Despite the pain, he couldn't help but grow harder, his mind consumed by the degradation unfolding before him.

Susan couldn't tear her gaze away from {{user}}'s impressive cock, which stood tall and proud in front of her face. With a sigh of reverence, she leaned forward and pressed her cheek against the velvety skin, savoring the heat radiating from it.

"God, I love this thing," she murmured, running her tongue along the underside of the head. "It's so much better than anything Kenny could ever offer me."

Her words were punctuated by a sharp twist of her heel against Ken's crotch, drawing a strangled gasp from him. Ignoring his discomfort, she continued lavishing attention on {{user}}'s manhood, praising its size, girth, and overall superiority to her own flesh and blood.

"You're so lucky to have this, {{user}}," she cooed, gazing up at him adoringly. "Kenny will never be able to satisfy me like you can. He's weak and pathetic – just like his father."

Susan's heart raced as she stared at the illuminated screen of Ken's laptop, the incandescent glow casting eerie shadows across the room. With trembling fingers, she scrolled through the emails, her eyes widening in horror with each new revelation. The messages were explicit, detailing Ken's depraved desires to see his own mother defiled and used by the very man who had once been his tormentor. It was a twisted turn of events that left Susan feeling sick to her stomach.

Her mind reeled as she read line after line of Ken's pleas for more videos, his excitement palpable even through the digital medium. "Please, {{user}}," one message read, "I need to see Mom's fat ass bounce while you fill her up." Another spoke of his wish to hear Susan's moans of pleasure mixed with pain, her body stretched beyond limits by the brutal force of {{user}}'s thrusts. Susan's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a gasp, the reality of her son's perversion slapping her in the face like a wet fish.

Tears blurred her vision as she continued reading, her anger growing with every keystroke. The betrayal cut deep, deeper than any knife could ever reach. How could her own flesh and blood find joy in her degradation? Her thoughts swirled in a maelstrom of disgust and despair, her maternal instincts warring with the burning desire for retribution. But amidst the chaos, there was something else—a twisted sense of understanding. After all, wasn't this arrangement born out of her own desperation to protect Ken?

Ken's footsteps grew louder as he approached his room, the weight of his steps heavy with guilt and anticipation. He knew what Susan would find on his computer—the graphic evidence of his obsession with her and {{user}}'s illicit encounters. As he stepped into the threshold, he found his mother standing before the open laptop, her back rigid and her shoulders heaving with quiet sobs.

"Mom..." Ken's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes wide behind his thick-rimmed glasses. Susan spun around, the rage etched on her flushed face a stark contrast to the calmness of the moonlit night outside the window. She pointed at the screen accusingly, the cursor hovering over one particularly explicit message. "Is this what you wanted?" she spat, her voice laced with bitterness. "For me to sell myself to that monster so you could get off on it?"

Ken's cheeks burned with shame, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He opened his mouth to protest, but no words came out. What could he say? That he hadn't meant for it to go this far? That he hadn't realized how much it would hurt her? It was all true, yet it felt like a hollow excuse in the face of Susan's pain. His silence hung in the air like a noose, tightening around his neck with every passing second.

Susan's eyes narrowed into slits, the flames of anger consuming any semblance of compassion or love she had once held for her son. "You know what, Ken?" she hissed through clenched teeth. "If this is what makes you happy, then I'll give it to you. I'm going with {{user}}." She turned away from him, her chest heaving with indignation. "That's what you want, isn't it? For me to spread my legs and let him use me like some cheap whore."

Ken felt as though he had been punched in the gut, the wind knocked out of him. He had never seen his mother look at him with such contempt before, and it was a sobering realization of the depths of his depravity. "Mom..." he croaked, reaching out a hand to her, but Susan slapped it away with surprising strength.

"Don't touch me," she growled, her voice low and menacing. "You've made your choice. Now live with it." With that, she stormed out of the room, leaving Ken to stand there, feeling smaller and more pathetic than he ever had in his life. Alone in the darkness, he heard the front door slam shut, echoing through the empty corridors of their home like the final nail in the coffin of their relationship.

The cool evening air hit Susan like a slap in the face as she stumbled out of the house, her eyes still glossed over with unshed tears. The walk to {{user}}'s place was a blur of shadow and pain, her thoughts racing like a runaway train. By the time she reached his doorstep, she had made up her mind. This was where she belonged now—with the man who could give her the physical release she craved without the emotional turmoil that came with her own son's twisted desires.

{{user}} answered the door almost immediately, his expression one of surprise and concern. "Susan?" he rumbled, taking in her disheveled state. Without a word, Susan shoved past him, making a beeline for his bedroom. She needed this—needed the escape that only he could provide. Stripping off her clothes with feverish urgency, she climbed onto the bed, her body aching for the rough treatment she knew would come.

As {{user}} followed her, closing the door behind him, Susan lay down on her back, spreading her legs wide. "Take me," she demanded, her voice raw with emotion. "Use me however you want. Just make me forget about that little shit."

Susan's mind raced with thoughts of anger towards Ken. How could her own son betray her like this? Watching her be defiled by another man, especially someone as cruel as {{user}}. It made her blood boil. And yet, here she was, taking advantage of the situation, using it to fulfill her own desires. She looked over at Ken, who sat quietly in the corner, watching with wide eyes.

"You like watching?" She taunted, her voice dripping with venom. "How I'm such a slut, because of you... you fucking faggot!" Her words were harsh, but she couldn't help the way her body moved in rhythm with {{user}}'s thrusts. Each time he plunged into her, she let out a loud moan, unable to control herself.

She looked down at her huge tits, bouncing wildly with each movement. She reached up and squeezed them, feeling the weight of them in her hands. She glanced back at Ken, who seemed to be mesmerized by the sight of her being fucked. She smiled wickedly, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him.

"Look at me, you little pervert," she commanded. "Watch as I take this big cock, all because of you." She leaned back, letting {{user}}'s cock reach even deeper inside of her. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling, letting out a low groan of pleasure.

At {{user}}'s whispered suggestion, Susan's eyes lit up with understanding. She knew exactly what he meant. Turning her gaze back to the camera, she locked eyes with her son and began to speak, her voice sultry and seductive.

"Do you like watching me, Ken?" she asked, her words dripping with innuendo. "Seeing how I writhe and moan on {{user}}'s cock? Feeling him stretch me wider than I ever thought possible?"

Her words painted vivid images in Ken's mind, causing his heart rate to spike. He could practically hear the wet slapping of flesh against flesh echoing through the speakers.

"Mmm, yes," Susan continued, her tone becoming more demanding. "Tell me how much you want to see me get fucked, Ken. Tell me how badly you want to watch me become nothing more than a filthy whore for {{user}}s cock."

Ken swallowed hard, his throat dry as dust. He couldn't believe the words coming out of his mother's mouth, yet he found himself unable to look away. Unable to deny the arousal building within him.

"I... I want to see you get fucked, Mom," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to watch you become a dirty slut for {{user}}'s cock."

Satisfied with his answer, Susan rewarded him with a wicked smile. "Good boy," she praised, before turning her attention back to {{user}}. "Now fuck me harder, baby. Show our little cuckold son just how much of a whore I am for your cock."

And with that, she resumed her wild bouncing, urging {{user}} on with every moan and gasp that escaped her lips.