Mike and Helen
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 10: The Redemption and the Clutch
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 10: The Redemption and the Clutch - Helen Price and Mike Price are a mother and son who are in an incestuous relationship. After a long relationship, Mike becomes increasingly obsessed with his mother and wants to possess her completely. Can Mike completely possess Helen, who has decide to be one of the women of a gang leader named Big Daddy?
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma Consensual Rape Romantic Fiction Crime War Incest Mother Son Orgy Interracial Black Male White Female Anal Sex Double Penetration Fisting Sex Toys Cat-Fighting Violence AI Generated
The Big Daddy mansion loomed large in Mike’s mind as they drove through the quiet streets of the early morning. The sprawling estate was a bastion of power and perversion, a place where men like Big Daddy could indulge their every whim. Mike had been there before, had seen firsthand the depravity that took place within those walls, and it filled him with a burning desire to bring it all crumbling down. He knew that to save his beloved mom, Helen, they would have to infiltrate that very fortress of debauchery, to play the game on their terms and emerge victorious.
When they arrived at the mansion’s imposing gates, the sun had barely crested the horizon. The wrought iron bars twisted into grotesque shapes that seemed to mock the purity of the light. Roxie’s hand was steady on the steering wheel, her eyes focused on the task ahead as she punched in the code Big Daddy had given her so long ago. The gates swung open with an eerie creak, revealing the long, tree-lined drive that led to the house. The mansion was a monstrosity of opulence, its grandeur a stark contrast to the seedy underbelly of the adult film industry they were fighting to expose.
They approached the house, the tension in the car thick as they anticipated the battle to come. They had come prepared, armed with the truth and the power of their own depravity. Mike knew that Big Daddy was expecting them—he had always been a man who enjoyed the thrill of the chase—but he wasn’t ready for the weapon they had forged in the fires of their own desires.
They entered the mansion’s living room to a scene that could only be described as a modern-day Roman orgy. Quinshay and Big Daddy sat on a plush velvet couch, surrounded by a throng of half-dressed Big Daddy’s women, all watching with rapt attention as Mrs. Shelton and Mrs. Reynolds rolled around on a mat in the center of the room, their bodies slick with sweat and oil. The two hotwives were fully naked, their breasts bouncing with every move, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination as they grappled for dominance.
Big Daddy’s eyes widened in surprise as they entered, his hand still buried deep in Helen’s ass as he fucked her from behind. She was bent over a chair, her face buried in the cushions to muffle her moans of pleasure, her body a testament to the training she had received. Mike felt a flash of anger, but it was quickly replaced with a cold, calculated resolve. This was the man they had come to take down, and they had the power to do it.
“Welcome, Mike and Roxie,” Big Daddy boomed, not missing a beat in his rhythm. “I see you’ve come to join the festivities. I’ve got quite the show for you today.” He gestured to the wrestling match before him, his grin wide and smug. “A little friendly competition between the wives—winner gets a prize, and the loser ... well, let’s just say she’ll be entertaining us in another way.”
Mike clenched his fists, his jaw set. “We’re not here for your sick games,” he said, his voice steady despite the rage that boiled in his gut. “We’re here for Helen. You’re going to release my mom from her contract, and you’re going to do it now.”
Quinshay, dressed in a skimpy leather outfit that left little to the imagination, sauntered over, her hips swaying with a feline grace that belied the steel in her gaze. “Oh, so you’ve come to claim your prize, have you?” she purred, her eyes raking over Mike’s body. “But what have you brought to the table?”
Mike pulled out the big envelope of cash that he has earn and Ishawna had given them, the bills thick and crisp, each one a declaration of their intent. “We’ve got the money,” he said, slapping it down on the coffee table with a thud that seemed to echo through the room. “We’re here to redeem my mom’s contract. She’s coming home with us.”
Quinshay’s eyes lit up at the sight of the cash, but she didn’t reach for it. Instead, she looked at Mike with a sly smile, her hand trailing over her bare stomach. “Ah, the sweet taste of freedom,” she cooed. “But you see, it’s not quite that simple. Even if you have the funds, the decision is ultimately Helen’s. Your beautiful mom is a woman of her own volition, Mike, and she’s quite content with her current ... arrangement.”
Mike’s heart stopped as Helen pushed herself up from the chair, her face flushed and eyes glazed with pleasure. She turned to face them, her breasts heaving with every breath. “It’s true,” she panted, her voice thick with a lust that was all too real. “I like it here, with Big Daddy. He treats me like a queen.” Her eyes searched Mike’s, looking for understanding, for acceptance. “This isn’t just about the money,” she continued, her voice low and earnest. “This is about what makes me happy, what makes me feel alive.”
Roxie’s hand tightened around Mike’s, a silent message of solidarity as they both processed the bombshell Helen had just dropped. “But what about me, mom?” Mike asked, his voice cracking with emotion. “What about us as a family?”
In response, Helen stood from the chair, her naked body a stark contrast to the opulent surroundings. She walked over to Mike, her steps measured and deliberate, each sway of her hips a silent declaration of her newfound empowerment. When she reached him, she didn’t bother with the cushions that had muffled her earlier cries—instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace, her full breasts pressing against his bare chest.
Her kiss was a mix of passion and desperation, her tongue dancing with his as she whispered, “Mike, I love you more than anything. But Big Daddy and Quinshay, they’ve become like family to me. They’ve protected me, cared for me in ways I never thought possible.” She pulled away, her eyes searching his for understanding. “They’re not just my bosses, they’re the ones who have truly seen me, all of me. They’ve given me a place where I can be free, where I can be who I truly am.”
Mike felt the weight of her words, the truth of them heavy in his chest. He had always known his mom was a sexual being, but to see her like this, so open and unapologetic, was a revelation. The room fell silent as the other women paused their activities, watching the intimate scene unfold before them. It was clear that Helen’s bond with Big Daddy and Quinshay was more than just physical—it was a bond forged in the fires of shared passion and acceptance.
“You know, sweety,” Helen continued, her voice soft but firm, “Big Daddy and Quinshay have taken care of me in ways that your father never could. They’ve given me the love and attention I’ve always craved.” She stroked Mike’s cheek, her touch tender despite the chaos of the room. “They’re like the mother and father I never had, the ones who understand me, who nurture my spirit as well as my body.”
Mike swallowed hard, his eyes filling with tears. He had never thought of it that way, never considered that his mom’s involvement in the deviant community could be anything but degrading. But here she was, standing before him, a woman who had found a place where she truly belonged. It was a twisted reality, but it was hers, and she was proud of it.
Quinshay broke the silence with a knowing smile. “You see, Mike,” she said, her voice like a caress, “Big Daddy and I, we understand Helen in a way your daddy never did. We know she’s more than just a hot wife—she’s a queen. And queens don’t belong in cages.”
Her hand drifted over to rest on Helen’s shoulder, a gesture that spoke volumes about their dynamic. “We’re offering you a chance,” she continued, her eyes never leaving Mike’s. “You can have her back, in your own way. We can make it work. She’ll come home to you, be the mom you know, and we can still keep her ... happy here.”
Mike’s thoughts raced. The idea of his mom being shared, of her being so openly sexual, had once repulsed him. But now, with her in his arms, he realized that the love between them had grown into something more complex than he ever could have imagined. He looked at Roxie, whose expression was a mix of understanding and challenge. He knew she was ready to stand by him, no matter what choice he made.
“Mike,” Helen whispered, her voice filled with a warmth that seemed to light up the room. “Do you know how proud I am of you? Of what you’ve done for us? You’ve proven yourself to be a man of strength and passion. You’ve earned this money not just for me, but for our love.” She took a step back, her hand sliding down to his crotch, her grip firm around his growing arousal. “You’ve survived in this world, my love. You’ve embraced the very thing that could have destroyed you, and you’ve turned it into something beautiful.”
Her eyes searched his, and he knew she was referring to their unconventional relationship, the one that had started with her preparations for Big Daddy and had evolved into a partnership that transcended the boundaries of the traditional mother-son dynamic. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the harsh reality of their situation. It was a kiss that spoke of gratitude, of love, and of the unspoken understanding that bound them together.
“Thank you, Mike,” Helen murmured against his lips, her voice filled with emotion. “Thank you for loving me, for accepting me, and for fighting for me.” She pulled back, a gentle smile playing on her lips. “You’ve grown so much, baby. You’re not the little boy who used to watch me get dressed for Big Daddy anymore.”
Mike felt his heart swell with pride at her words. He had come so far, from a confused and scared child to a man who now knew the depths of his own desires and the lengths he would go for the woman he loved. He knew that this was what she needed to hear, the reassurance that their love had not been lost in the whirlwind of their depraved lifestyle. “I’ll always love you, mom,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. “No matter what.”
They kissed again, a kiss filled with the promise of a future where their love could flourish without the shadow of Big Daddy looming over them. Helen’s hand caressed his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw as she spoke. “Someday, my love,” she murmured, her eyes shining with a fierce determination. “I promise you, I’ll give you a week, all to yourself. A week where you can have me fully, where you can have me all to yourself without any distractions, without any fear, no strings attached,” she said, her eyes shining with a fierce love.
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