Chapter 2

The only reason she’d been able to afford the “Sandman’s Promise” ingredients was the fact that Eric as a side hustle to his full time job as a highschool student like herself, purchased and sold pornographic videos of her parents occasionally having sex, their faces and any defining marks like birthmarks, tattoos blurred, dubbing out names, photos, anything that could be used to identify them, on his own personal porn website.

“Sandman’s Promise” had been a dream and Kristy was the only one crazy enough to try it out thoroughly on her parents. Although Eric just like her possessed incestuous fantasies of his own, he’d be more than willing to try out and record, he had a particular interest in Sandra that Kristy didn’t know about. Frankly the fact that she didn’t have to find some way to drug Eric too to allow herself to bathe in the intoxicating whirlwind of her fantasies come to life, saved some much needed time she rather spend fucking her parents brains out instead.

When they were finished and ready from the shower she led them downstairs. All three were barefooted but wore simple, black bathrobes, as she carefully looked through the peephole and then answered the door. Eric walked in. He was average height, slim build, short cropped hair shaved close to the scalp, with a dark tan even for a black person, as Kristy guided him into the living room, her parents followed.

He noted their glassy-eyed stares, but still remained uncertain and naturally paranoid, as Kristy did the honours of starting their encounter. “Mom, why don’t you take off your robe and let Eric see what you’ve got in store for him please”, she said. The casual tone she used making you believe she’d asked for nothing more outlandish than a cup of tea for their guest.

Her mother, eyes still glazed, nodded slowly and began to untie the sash around her waist. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, revealing the fullness of her breasts the natural curves of her body bolstered by a muscular physique from a lifetime spent training and refining her physical athleticism, as she let it fall to the floor limply without a fight or struggle on her face to cover her modesty. Eric, his eyes locked on her mother’s body, swallowed hard, his cock already beginning to stir beneath his pants. “Why don’t you get a little closer mom, give him a nice deep kiss to make him feel at home”, Kristy said her eyes alight with mischief, her perfectly white, toothy smile not far behind.

Sandra, now completely nude, moved slowly towards Eric, their bodies inches apart. She reached out, cupping his face in her hands, and pulled him towards her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. As they kissed, her lips parting slightly, he could feel her tongue dart out, tasting him, exploring his mouth. Her hands travelled down his chest, over his abs, and finally coming to rest on the bulge in his worn denim pants. She moaned into the kiss, her tongue dancing with his as she began to stroke him through the fabric.

When the kiss ended “now please, pleasure our guest with your mouth, until he tells you to stop”, Kristy purred into her ear, her voice husky with desire. Sandra nodded, kneeling before him as she pulled down his pants.

For lack of a better word Eric’s penis looked dangerous, although roughly the same size as her fathers, on his smaller, slim frame it seemed out of proportion with the rest of his body, as if he were still trying to catch up to its monstrous size. Sandra hesitated for only a moments notice probably thinking the same, even through her drug controlled state as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, before using her tongue to ease it into her mouth.

Eric let out a groan, his hands finding their way into her hair, his fingers running through the box braids, as he fucked her mouth, her throat. Her lips, tongue and throat massaged him, sucked him, milked him with a skill and experience he’d only read about. He could feel her hands on his hips, guiding him, urging him to fuck her deeper, harder.

“And don’t worry about us”, Kristy declared “we’ll be busy upstairs”; she giggled like an unholy catholic schoolgirl as she ascended the stairs with her father in tow to the master bedroom. “Follow his commands mom, give him what he’s always dreamed about”, the giggle echoes in the dark, following her eerily for a moment and then their gone.

As he looked down at Sandra, she can barely even get halfway down his shaft as she bobs her head. He knew he’d wanted her since the first moment he saw her. Kristy had approached him knowing he had a flare for “conjuring” high market value equipment well below asking price. When she’d introduced him as a date to her parents, he’d immediately fallen in love with her mother, recognizing her as one of the few athletes this town had produced to go to the Olympics. He’d forgotten what she’d participated in; remembering only those curves that even now defined her bust, her legs and ass.

Just in case Kristy hadn’t been completely insane, he’d managed to grab a replica of her Olympic track uniform, stowed in the front pocket of his hoodie. He waited as Sandra tried her level best finish him off, her face looked confused as if uncertain why it wasn’t working. It wasn’t her method that was off, as he slid the uniform “her” uniform out from his hoodies front pocket.

Her eyes noticeably widen, as he holds it up, asking her to put on the one-piece Olympic track team style suit. She slid into it like it was a second skin, the thin material hugging her muscular, toned body in all the right places, showing off her sensual curves and defined abs, zipping up, as she lowered herself once more to satisfy his penis as best she could with her mouth. A heightened state of arousal flowing through him, as he was not only violating her, but the glory days of her past which she held so sacred.

She looked damn good too as she did it, her tongue swirling around his cock, her hands fondling his balls as she dipped her head further and further, until she was nearly choking on his girth. When she couldn’t take anymore into her mouth he finally relented, guiding her to straddle him on the nearby living room couch, as he lowered her onto him. He knew he was too big for her, but she was so wet, so ready, that she easily impaled herself on his cock, as he slid aside the part of her uniform covering her crotch. She couldn’t take him to the hilt, not yet, as she tried to adjust to his size, her muscular frame looming over him, as she tried desperately to follow his orders to take him inside her whole.

He grabbed her hips, holding her still for a moment, feeling her inner muscles clench around him as she adjusted, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. “Slowly...” he whispered, “take me in, Sandra.” She nodded, beginning to lower herself further onto him, inch by slow, exquisite inch. Her breasts brushing against his chest, her lips parted, her eyes closed her expression a mix of pleasure and pain as she struggled to take him inside her. He could feel the head of his cock brushing against something deep inside her, and with a final thrust, he pushed past whatever barrier she’d been holding against him, filling her completely. She let out a moan, her eyes rolling back in her head as she collapsed onto him, their bodies pressed together.

She was incredible, the suit fit her perfectly, it made him want to reach out and grab her, as he fondled her breasts through the fabric, kissing her as he came level with her face. She was truly a beautiful woman, her muscles however toned or large only seemed to enhance the proud bearing of her face, how she carried herself wherever she walked, unafraid to be her full self, having been tested and but not broken by life.

That all changed now as she rode him, her grace flawless but desperate, her cries genuine but seeking more than release, more than a brief peace from the drugs total control, she wanted oblivion and her body was the key, as she forced it to comply to all his wishes, forced it to tear as she took him in deeper, inch by inch, her essence spilling with each thrust in an attempt to lubricate his length within and without her. It wasn’t that he was larger or longer than her husbands, they were both roughly the same.

The difference was where Jonathan’s could be warm and pliant even when fully erect, Eric’s was unyielding and unforgiving, every stroke she forced on herself, felt like she was impaling herself on an unrelenting mechanical dick, unwilling to stop until it drove her mad and drained her womanhood until there was nothing respectable left for her to salvage or recover, turning her into some kind of glazed over sex toy.

She met his thrusts with a fervour he didn’t expect but welcomed, her hoarse cries the soundtrack of their lovemaking, as he speared her again and again, she couldn’t believe she was only halfway down his shaft as she redoubled her efforts to bring him inside her whole. She was glorious, as she took him deeper inside herself with a determination that seemed to rival madness, as she barrelled through the discomfort and pain.

Her body became a living engine of sweat and strain as she rode him, her breasts slapping against his chest with each movement through her uniform, as he kissed her deeply whilst she moved, their tongues dancing with eachother just as frantically, their bodies pressed together in a way that he was sure left no inch untouched, as his hands clutched her asscheeks tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

He whispered in her ear ‘I want you to pretend I’m your son and that were in one of the waiting rooms for the Sex Olympics and you’re the coach of the team. That the idea that sex between family members is not only normal but used to your advantage here to fine tune my performance as the athlete. I want you as the coach to encourage me, to guide my technique in fucking you better, because it’ll improve my chances of winning the gold medal incredibly”, he said, her mind raced for a moment as the commands set in, her demeanour becoming professional, as she leaned forward and whispered in his ear “You’re doing well, Eric. But if you want to win this gold medal, you’re going to have to work harder, faster. You need to fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before, like you’ve been training for this moment your whole life. You need to make me scream, make me beg for more. Do you think you can do that, Eric?”

He smiled and nodded, which was all she needed before she said “you need to focus on these key points if you want to dominate me Eric, son or not, you need to focus on my weak spots, which is my need for release. I need you to fuck me hard and deep, harder and deeper than you ever have before. You need to fuck me like you want to ruin me for anyone else, like you want to leave your mark on my body, inside of me. Do you think you can do that?”

“Give me my targets”, he said through a toothy grin pleased with himself at how well this was working out “Her hands moved to cup his face, her thumbs brushing his cheeks as she smiled down at him, her eyes blazing with desire. “You want to know how to dominate me, Eric? You want to know where to touch me, where to thrust? Then look into my eyes. See how much I want this. See how much I want you. That’s where you need to focus. That’s where you need to touch me. Harder. Deeper. Make me forget everything but you,” smile gone he focussed with the same urgency and pinpoint accuracy of a ballistic missile as he threw himself into it, kissing Sandra, letting his hands explore her ass, her legs, her back, pressing her to him as she whispered words of encouragement from mother to son through gasps for air.

Sandra took Eric’s hand and placed it on her stomach, just above her navel. “Right here, Eric. Touch me here. Make me feel you, feel your strength and your desire. Take my breath away with each thrust.” Her voice was hoarse, her body trembling with need.

As he followed her instructions, his fingers digging into her flesh, she arched her back, gasping for air. “Yes, like that. Just like that.” Her hands held his face pressed against her chest, feeling the warmth of her large boobs encircle his head, as he did what she asked, getting off on the fantasy, unable to shake off the adrenaline running through his veins even if he doused himself in gasoline and set himself on fire, the high was that big that deep into his system, as she continued to ride him.