The Spy Who Fucked Her Son : Mommy’s Threesomes 23

I’d been in this position before of course, tied to a chair and facing one of my foes, but I’d never been in this position alongside my son and husband.

To prove we’re not related and save them from certain doom I’m forced by Mr. Blowhard to do something I’d never dream of: fuck my son.

Read as we entertain the super-villain with a bout of incest that only the three of us are aware of.  It’s so naughty having him watch!

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They watched open mouthed as more and more of my breasts were revealed.  I’d forgone a bra a long time ago.  They were too much of a distraction out in the field.  I needed to be streamlined.  My catsuit did all that and more.

“Good girl,” Blowhard said.  He was perched on his huge desk, stroking his cat which happened to be the only thing in the room whose eyes were closed.

By now the zipper was down to my navel.  I took my arm out from the sleeves of my suit and brought them out the front.  The back of the garment pushed down over my naked back and then fell when I released the other arm.

There were murmurs in the room and several men shuffled on the spot.  I spun slowly, relishing the attention of everyone, Anthony included.  He was marveling at my round, full tits as though they were his key to escape.

“Now back to it,” Blowhard ordered.  “And maybe treat them to those in the process.”

I strode to the pair of them, rounding the back of my husband’s chair before standing behind Anthony.  He looked up behind me and saw me looking down.  My tits hung close to his face.

“Let me take that for you,” I said, and I leaned over his shoulder and grabbed his huge cock all over again.

I jerked steadily and hung my tits across his face.  Anthony moved his mouth to them, eager to do what so many of the men in the room were desperate to.

“Look at that,” Blowhard said, standing from his desk again.  “No son would suck his Mom’s tits like that.”

“I would if they looked like that,” said another unruly guard.

Blowhard shot him a fierce look and then calmed.  “Yes, I expect you’re correct.  We need further proof, don’t we?”

The men in the room mumbled in agreement.

I beat my son’s cock and stared around at them.  I couldn’t believe they wanted more than this, but I guess men were men.

I kissed Anthony’s forehead and moved over to my husband to give him the same treatment.  This time I straddled the chair and felt his hard cock beneath me.  I started to dry hump him slowly, rubbing my crotch across his bare flesh and rising so that my tits smothered his face.

He kissed them back, rubbing his stubble over them.  It was as though he’d been treated to a very public striptease and these were the final moments before his money was spent.

“Anyone can do that to their husband,” Blowhard said, moving forward again to intervene.  “But there are definitely things that a woman would never do with her son.”

“And sucking his cock isn’t on that list?” I asked, staring back.

“I’ve got to be sure, wouldn’t you agree?” Blowhard asked.  “They’re my leverage after all.”

“My own life couldn’t be on the table?”

He shook his head.  “That’s already been extinguished.  These are the ones you care about.”

“They’re strangers,” I spat.  “Watch.”

Blowhard did.  Shit, even his cat perked up when I thrust my catsuit down my legs and stepped out of it in only my panties and high heels.

“If I were his mother, would I be able to do this?”

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