Chapter 301 - 307: Sweetie

"D-don’t touch my private parts, Mom... I’m dirty from being outside... ahnn!" Elaine gasped, a high-pitched moan slipping past her lips the moment Natasha’s fingers pressed against her lap.

"I know all your little secrets, Elaine—the things you never dared to tell my son," Natasha purred, sliding her hand deeper between the younger woman’s thighs, hooking her fingers over the edge of her soaked panties.

"Nghn...!"

"I know you’ve been secretly masturbating alone in your room these past few days..."

"H-how did you know that...? Ahnn... ahnn, please stop it, Mom!" Elaine whimpered, making a pathetic attempt to pull back. Yet her treacherous body refused to move an inch, completely paralyzed by the taboo heat spreading through her chest.

"I’m a mature woman, Elaine, of course I noticed," Natasha murmured, sliding her panties down her thighs to expose her dripping entrance. "You don’t need to lie to me anymore... this will just become our dirty little secret."

Natasha had successfully turned the tide, using her own corruption to pull her daughter-in-law right into the mud alongside her. She knew the risks were astronomical, but the high-risk gamble had paid off perfectly.

"Well, now that the dramatic little show is over," Quinn interrupted with a dark chuckle, "how about you teach Elaine how a real woman takes a cock, Natasha? You’re a fast learner, so pass on the lesson."

Quinn gave one last, terrifyingly deep surge, pounding his full length into her bruised depths until her cervix was permanently stretched and molded to his massive proportions. No normal human cock or pathetic plastic toy would ever be able to satisfy her again.

Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!

A massive, fountain-like flood of thick, hot seed burst out from her overfilled entrance the second Quinn pulled his glistening shaft free. The hot liquid spilled over her thighs and trickled down onto the sheets in a sticky wave.

"What an impressive little fountain of cum," Quinn praised, stroking his thick, semi-erect shaft as he looked between the two trembling, thoroughly ruined women. "Now I’m really looking forward to fucking both of you together."

"Nghn... ahnn, you filled my insides again, Quinn. How could you do this to me? I’m going to bear your child now... an old woman like me," Natasha whimpered softly, her eyes half-closed in a daze of absolute exhaustion and residual euphoria.

Pah!

Quinn brought his broad palm down against her flushed thigh with a firm smack. "That would be wonderful, Natasha. This will be the greatest miracle of all time," he declared with a wicked grin.

He stood up tall on the mattress, his massive cock slicked with a heavy mixture of his own thick cum and her glistening female nectar, still throbbing hard and eager for more. Turning his gaze toward the trembling younger woman sitting frozen at the edge of the bed, his dark eyes gleamed with undisguised hunger.

"How about I help your starved body next, Elaine?" Quinn asked, stepping directly in front of her flushed face, letting his heavy, wet length rest mere inches from her lips.

"Ngnn... I can’t do that... I really can’t betray my husband," Elaine stammered, her voice shaking violently as she pressed her thighs tightly together, trying to shrink away from the overwhelming masculine heat radiating off him.

"Elaine, don’t lie to yourself anymore... come here. Spread your legs and let me guide you to true greatness," Natasha urged, reaching out with her warm, supple arms to drag her daughter-in-law further onto the mattress.

"Nghn... ahnn! Don’t do that, Mom! I can do it myself! It’s so embarrassing to do this kind of stuff in front of anyone!" Elaine squeaked, frantically covering her lap with both hands. She was far too shy to reveal her intimate fruit in front of the man her husband considered his greatest friend.

"Don’t worry, Elaine. Your mother-in-law is here to help you relieve all those pent-up desires," Natasha purred soothingly, her hands deftly working around the girl’s waist. "Mom will guide you every step of the way."

"B-but..."

"Shh... I can’t even count how many times you’ve said ’but’ today, Elaine. Dren won’t ever know about this. This will become our little hidden secret, so don’t worry about a thing. Let me help you get out of these tight clothes," Natasha whispered, crawling closer to her, refusing to give the hesitant girl any room to pull away or escape.

"Ngnn... ahnn, this is so embarrassing..."

"No, it isn’t. That shyness will disappear in a second, Elaine, just trust me," Natasha promised gently. With practiced ease, she slipped the thin strap of Elaine’s top off her shoulder, sliding the fabric down her pale torso.

"Wow, this is one of the ultimate combinations I’ve always dreamed about—a mother and her daughter-in-law," Quinn blurted out, utterly captivated as the top fell away to reveal Elaine’s crisp white bra and her delicate, thin lace panties. Her tits were almost the same full, luscious size as Natasha’s—more than ample enough to completely bury a man’s face in their soft depth.

"D-don’t say things like that out loud..." Elaine whimpered, her face burning bright crimson.

"Why not? It’s the absolute truth, Elaine. I can’t resist the combination of you two together in one bed."

"Ahn... ahnn... that tickles, Mom! You’re touching my sensitive spots!" Elaine moaned, her manicured fingers digging deep into the mattress, clutching the sheets so tightly that deep wrinkles formed around her body.

"I know I am, Elaine. You really need some serious help down here," Natasha murmured, running her hands down the curve of the girl’s hips. "I’m going to take off your panties now, okay?"

"Nghn... ahh, wait a minute... I’m too shy to reveal my... my vagina to Quinn!" She couldn’t even bring herself to utter the word ’pussy’ out loud; it sounded far too dirty and obscene to her polite sensibilities.

"Don’t be like that, Elaine. How am I supposed to help you if you keep acting like a shy little virgin?" Natasha teased playfully.

"Nghn... but this whole thing isn’t supposed to be happening!"

"It is happening, Elaine, and it’s going to feel amazing. Don’t worry, I’ll be helping you down there just as much as I helped Natasha," Quinn reassured her as he set his hands on the mattress, crawling over toward her like a predator cornering its prey, his hard shaft ready to break in a fresh, tight entrance.

"It’s completely okay, Elaine, don’t worry about Dren," Natasha coaxed as she firmly hooked her fingers into the elastic band of the girl’s underwear and pulled it down her slender legs.

The soaked, trembling heat of Elaine’s hidden center was instantly exposed to the open air.

"Wow. You really are a keeper, Elaine. Look at the thick, lush forest hidden above your pearl," Quinn praised, genuinely amazed by the dark, natural bush adorning the married woman’s mound.

"Nhhn... aahnn... don’t stare at me like that! I’m so self-conscious about showing my pussy because of all this hair..." Elaine wept softly, hiding her face in her hands. She felt deeply ashamed of her natural, untouched bush compared to Natasha, who kept her own intimate area completely smooth and trimmed.

"Hmm, and it smells slightly of fresh sweat too. How mischievous of you," Quinn chuckled, leaning his head down to inhale deeply right above her warm folds. The scent was slightly salty and entirely unique to her, mingled with the lingering, clean fragrance of her morning soap.

"Nghn... I just got back from running errands outside! It’s completely normal for me to smell a little sweaty... ahn, please let me take a quick shower first!" Elaine pleaded, desperately looking for any excuse to escape the room. Just a slight, indirect touch from Quinn was making her core pulse so hard she felt like she might squirt her juices at any moment.

"No way. This raw, natural scent makes it a whole new experience, so I’m going to savor every bit of this moment," Quinn declared.

He glanced over at Natasha, who was holding her own thighs wide open, subtly rubbing her heavy breasts against her daughter-in-law’s shoulder. The intoxicating musk Natasha radiated after two solid hours of heavy pounding and non-stop squirting filled the entire bedroom, thick and corrupting.

"Nghn... ahnn, ahnn..."

"Your clit is so pink and pristine, Elaine. When was the very last time you had fun with my brother?" Quinn asked smoothly, reaching down to pinch her swollen, sensitive button firmly between his index and pinky fingers.

"Nghn! Ahnn, ahnn... I can’t say that out loud!"

"Yes, you can, Elaine. Don’t lie to me. You know your body can’t hide the truth, right?" Quinn teased. Without warning, he slid his long middle and ring fingers straight past her tight entrance, plunging them deep into her soaking wet canal.

"Nghn! Ahnn, ahnn... you’re touching my best spot! Ahn... my body feels like it’s on fire... ahnn, ahnn!" Elaine gasped loudly. Her toes curled inward tightly, and her back arched high off the bed in a dramatic curve as a wave of intense pleasure rushed straight to her brain.

"I know all your secret spots, Elaine, don’t I, Natasha?" Quinn smirked.

The mother-in-law, who should have been acting as a moral guiding light, was actively pushing her daughter-in-law deeper into the corrupting warmth of the dark. Yet, strange as it seemed, Natasha looked thoroughly delighted seeing Elaine experience such undeniable, intense pleasure.

"I know that look on your face, Elaine. You don’t need to lie anymore—just confess your hidden feelings to Quinn," Natasha urged softly, stroking the girl’s hair.

"Ngnn... ahnn, ahnn... is that really necessary...? I can’t bring myself to say it... ahnn! I’m doing such a dirty, terrible thing behind my husband’s back... ahnn!"

"You’re not doing anything wrong, sweetie. This is all for your own good," Natasha whispered in her ear. "Just let go and tell Quinn what you really want."