Mike and Helen
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 16: FDB Take Down
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16: FDB Take Down - 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
When morning came, he awoke with a start, the memories flooding back like a dam breaking. The room was bathed in the soft glow of early light, the storm a distant memory. Mike pushed himself up, his muscles aching from the exertion and tension of the escape. His eyes scanned the unfamiliar surroundings, taking in the opulence of Big Daddy’s mansion, the plush fabrics and gleaming surfaces that starkly contrasted with the squalor of the village they’d left behind.
His mind raced with questions and fears for Helen. What had she endured? Was she okay? He threw off the tangled sheets and stumbled to the door, his heart hammering in his chest. The corridor was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant murmur of Big Daddy’s women discussing the night’s events.
He found Helen in the master suite, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. She lay in a steaming tub filled with fragrant water, her body scrubbed clean of the mud and grime from the jungle. Quinshay was by her side, tenderly washing her hair with a gentle shampoo. Mike felt a pang of guilt at the sight of his mother’s bruised and marked skin, a canvas of the night’s horrors.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Quinshay murmured, her voice thick with concern as she caught Mike’s eye. “I’m gonna take care of her. You go see Big Daddy. He’s waiting for you by the pool.” She gave him a small, reassuring smile, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “He’s got a plan.”
Mike nodded, his throat tight with unspoken words. He knew he had to trust Big Daddy now, more than ever. Stumbling from the room, he found himself drawn to the sound of Big Daddy’s gruff voice. The pool was an oasis of calm amidst the storm’s aftermath, the water shimmering like a tranquil mirror reflecting the mansion’s grandeur.
Mrs. Daniels and Mrs. Taylor floated in the water, their naked forms a stark contrast to the chaos of the night. Their skin glowed with a soft sheen of water, the candlelight flickering off their curves like a painting come to life. The serene scene was a jolting reminder of the world he’d left behind, a stark contrast to the hell they’d just escaped.
The two women looked up as Mike approached, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern. They knew what he’d been through, had felt the tremors of fear that had rippled through the mansion when they’d brought Helen back. Mrs. Taylor, a redhead with a body that could make a saint swear, rose from the water with the grace of a mermaid. She wrapped a towel around her waist and approached him, her eyes searching his for any sign of distress.
“How’s your mom?” she asked softly, her voice a balm to his raw nerves.
Mike nodded, his eyes never leaving the pool. “Alive,” he managed to murmur. “That’s all that matters.”
Big Daddy looked up from his clipboard, his expression grim. “We need to finish this,” he said, his voice low and resolute. “The FBI’s on their way, but we can’t wait for them. We have to take down FDB ourselves.”
Mike nodded, his eyes burning with a newfound resolve. He knew that Big Daddy was right. They couldn’t rely on anyone else to take down FDB and his gang, WMX. The time for talking was over.
Big Daddy clapped a firm hand on Mike’s shoulder and steered him toward the pool’s edge. “Come on, son. We’ve got work to do. And there’s someone I want you to meet.”
Mike followed, his eyes adjusting to the shadows that lurked at the pool’s far end. There, under the canopy of a sprawling banyan tree, sat Mr. Taylor, Mrs. Taylor’s husband, his eyes glued to the laptop screen. Despite the early hour, he looked sharp and focused, a stark contrast to the casual ease of his naked wife by the water. Mike felt a twinge of envy—how was it that Mr. Taylor could remain so calm in the face of what they had just endured?
“This is him,” Big Daddy announced, his voice gruff with pride. “The one who brought his beautiful wife to be my woman. And the one who’s going to help us bring down FDB.”
Mrs. Taylor’s husband, Mr. Taylor, looked up from his computer, his eyes weary but determined. Known throughout the community as the IT specialist, he was a man who could navigate the digital underworld with ease. “The prodigal son,” he murmured, his tone dry but not unkind.
Mike felt the weight of the situation settle on his shoulders as Big Daddy turned to him. “You and Mr. Taylor need to sit down and make the best plan to take down FDB and his gang,” he said, his voice firm. “Find their weaknesses, their patterns. We need to take them out at their core.”
Mike nodded, his eyes flickering over to Mrs. Taylor as she followed Big Daddy’s lead, her towel falling away to reveal her naked body. Her gaze was fixed on Mike, a silent question lingering in her eyes. He gave her a reassuring nod, trying to ignore the heat building in his cheeks. Despite his mother’s ordeal, the sight of Mrs. Taylor’s bare flesh was still intoxicating—he couldn’t help but admire the way the candlelight played across her skin.
Big Daddy’s hand slid around her waist, pulling her close. He whispered something in her ear that made her cheeks flush, and she giggled, the sound a stark contrast to the gravity of their situation. The two of them waded into the pool, the water sloshing gently around them. Mrs. Daniels, a busty brunette with a wicked smile, watched them with hungry eyes.
Mike’s gaze was drawn to the screen of Mr. Taylor’s laptop, his mind racing with the implications of what they were about to do. The digital world was Mr. Taylor’s playground, and he was about to unleash a storm that would shake FDB’s empire to its core. They had to be meticulous, precise—there was no room for error.
While Big Daddy’s deep, rhythmic grunts echoed through the air, punctuating the sound of splashing water, Mike and Mr. Taylor pored over satellite images, hacked communication logs, and financial transactions. The poolside scene was a bizarre backdrop to their clandestine operation—Big Daddy’s powerful strokes in the water mirrored by the equally powerful strokes he delivered to Mrs. Taylor and Mrs. Daniels.
“Here,” Mr. Taylor murmured, pointing at a blinking red dot on the screen. “That’s FDB’s main compound. We’ve been tracking his transactions—he’s got a pattern.” Mike leaned in closer, his heart racing as he studied the screen, his mind a whirlwind of strategy and lust. The sight of Mrs. Taylor’s, his wive’s curves disappearing beneath the water’s surface, her legs entwined with Big Daddy’s, was an odd of arousal.
“Every Friday night,” Mr. Taylor continued, his voice a steady murmur amidst the splashes and gasps, “he makes a large transaction to an offshore account. We think it’s for his ... extracurricular activities.” Mike nodded, his eyes narrowing. They had a window of opportunity, a weak link in FDB’s otherwise impenetrable fortress.
On the pool’s edge, Big Daddy’s grunts grew louder, his body moving with a primal rhythm. Mrs. Taylor’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, her breasts bobbing with each thrust. Mrs. Daniels watched with a knowing smile, her fingers tracing the water’s surface, a silent testament to her own desires.
Mr. Taylor’s finger tapped the screen, bringing Mike’s attention back to the task at hand. “Look here,” he said, his voice a calm counterpoint to the passionate sounds behind them. “These are the financial transactions we’ve been tracking. Every Friday night, without fail, a large sum of money is transferred to an account we suspect is linked to the trafficking ring.”
Mike nodded, his mind racing. The plan was beginning to take shape. While Big Daddy had been distracted by the chaos of the night, FDB had made his move, and they had to be ready to strike back. “We’ll need to coordinate with the FBI,” he murmured, his eyes flickering over the data. “We can use this to pinpoint their location and take them down.”
Big Daddy’s grunts grew louder, and Mike watched as he lifted Mrs. Taylor from the water, her legs wrapping around his waist. Mrs. Daniels followed, her body slick and wanton. They moved to the far side of the pool, the water lapping gently at their heels. The air was thick with desire, a palpable force that seemed to fuel their determination.
The two men took a deep breath, forcing themselves to focus on the task at hand. They had a mission to plan, a war to wage—but it was difficult to ignore the carnality playing out before them. Big Daddy bent Mrs. Taylor over the edge of the pool, her breasts pressing into the cool stone, her gasps mixing with the sounds of the rain outside. Mrs. Daniels knelt beside them, her hand guiding Big Daddy’s length into Mrs. Taylor’s wet heat.
Mike’s eyes were glued to the scene, his own arousal a confusing mix of lust and anger. He knew he had to push it aside, but the sight of Big Daddy’s powerful frame dominating Mrs. Taylor was like a siren’s call, beckoning him into the dark depths of his desires. His mother’s whimpers grew louder, her body rocking in time with Big Daddy’s thrusts, and he felt his own body responding despite himself.
Mrs. Daniels’ expert touch was evident as she knelt beside them, her hand gripping Big Daddy’s shaft and guiding him deeper into Mrs. Taylor’s quivering body. She whispered encouragements in her ear, her eyes shimmering with excitement as she watched the passion unfold. The two men’s eyes met over Mrs. Taylor’s bent form, a silent communication passing between them—Big Daddy’s hunger for power and Mike’s desire for vengeance.
Mrs. Taylor’s gasps grew more urgent, her body writhing under the relentless assault. Her breasts bounced with each pounding thrust, leaving wet trails on the cool stone. Mike felt his cock stir in his pants, the scene before him a heady mix of desire and arousal. He knew he had to stay focused, to channel that energy into the battle ahead.
“Mr. Taylor,” Mike began, his voice low and controlled, “we need to find the source of FDB’s victims. Have you traced any patterns in their origins?”
Mr. Taylor’s eyes never left the laptop, his hand still gripping the mouse with fierce concentration. “Some,” he replied, his voice tight with anger. “Most of them come from small, unmonitored towns and cities. They’re easy prey—no one misses them, no one looks for them.”
Mrs. Taylor’s cries grew more fervent, her body bucking under the relentless pounding of Big Daddy’s hips. Mrs. Daniels held her in place, her own breathing ragged as she watched the scene with a hunger that was almost predatory. Despite the chaos of the night, the erotic display served as a stark reminder of the power dynamics that governed their lives.
Mr. Taylor’s voice remained calm and measured as he spoke, his eyes flicking between the screen and Mike’s face. “It all started in 2017,” he said, his jaw clenched. “FDB realized he had a knack for exploiting vulnerability—and profit. He’s been building his empire ever since, and it’s only grown more twisted and depraved with each passing year.”
The scene beside them grew more frantic as Big Daddy’s thrusts grew faster and harder, Mrs. Taylor’s moans echoing through the night air. Mike’s gaze was torn between the screen and the raw sexual power play happening in front of him. He could feel the heat of his own arousal building, the sight of Mr. Taylor wive’s body being used so roughly by Big Daddy stirring something primal within him.
“If FDB faces the death penalty, it’s nothing less than he deserves,” Mr. Taylor spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving the computer screen. “Since 2017, he’s been trafficking, raping, and auctioning off innocent women like they’re nothing more than cattle. We can’t let him get away with it.”
Mrs. Taylor’s cries grew more fervent, her body shaking with each brutal thrust from Big Daddy. Mike’s fists clenched at his sides, his eyes locked on the screen as Mr. Taylor spoke, his own arousal a confusing mix of anger and desire. “We have to find a way to link him to these crimes,” Mike said, his voice tight with restrained emotion. “My footage evidence has to be foolproof.”
Mr. Taylor nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving the screen. “The court’s not foolproof,” he murmured, his voice heavy with the weight of his own experience. “Look at the O.J. Simpson case—planted evidence, a flawed investigation. We can’t rely on them to do the right thing—not when there’s this much money and power at stake.”
Mike felt his stomach twist as Big Daddy’s grunts grew more primal, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the night. Mrs. Taylor’s face was a mask of pleasure and pain, her eyes glazed with a mix of lust and fear. It was a stark reminder of the world they were fighting against—a world where the powerful could bend the truth to their will.
Mr. Taylor’s eyes remained glued to the laptop, his voice a steady counterpoint to the chaotic symphony of pleasure and pain beside them. “The courts are a gamble, Mike,” he said, his tone grim. “We can’t rely on them to do the right thing—just look at the O.J. Simpson case. Money and power can turn even the most damning evidence into smoke and mirrors. It has shown to the world how weak is our justice, and the country needs to cover up that weakness with Hollywood movies.”
Mrs. Taylor’s whimpers grew more desperate, her nails digging into the stone as Big Daddy’s hips slammed against her. Mike’s mind raced with thoughts of justice and retribution. “What if we go to the media?” he suggested, his voice strained with the effort of keeping his eyes on Mr. Taylor. “Expose FDB’s operations to the public?”
Mr. Taylor’s eyes flicked up from the screen, a cold, calculating look in his eyes. “The media is fickle,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “They’ll sensationalize it for a day or two, then move on to the next scandal. No, we need something more ... permanent.”
Mrs. Taylor’s cries grew more desperate, her body shaking with each brutal thrust from Big Daddy. Her legs were trembling, but she never asked him to stop—instead, she pushed back, her eyes locked on Mike’s. It was a silent challenge, a plea for his strength in the face of her own weakness. Mike felt his own arousal rising, a red haze of fury that clouded his vision.
“Mr. Taylor,” Mike’s voice was tight, his eyes never leaving the scene unfolding before them, “what do you suggest we do? The courts won’t be enough—not for someone like FDB.”
Mr. Taylor took a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to meet Mike’s before returning to the laptop. “We need to hit him where it hurts,” he said, his voice cold and determined. “I’ll hack into his bank accounts, drain them dry. Then we’ll take down his network from the inside out. And when the time is right, Big Daddy will deal with FDB personally.”
The rhythm of Big Daddy’s thrusts grew more frantic, Mrs. Taylor’s body arching with each powerful invasion. Mike felt a strange of arousal as he watched Mr. Taylor Wife’s body being used so brutally, yet she never asked for it to stop. It was a stark contrast to the cool, calculated conversation he was having with Mr. Taylor—a man whose own wife was part of the very same depraved world.
Mr. Taylor’s eyes remained on the screen as he spoke, his voice steady amidst the crescendo of passion beside them. “We’ll start with the finances,” he said, his finger tracing the line of digits. “FDB is a creature of habit—his transactions are almost ritualistic. We’ll hit him where it hurts and watch his empire crumble. Our Big Daddy will be the closing part of the story, a story about crimes that have been allowed to happen for a long time because of our government’s weakness in dealing with justice.”
Mike nodded, his gaze drawn back to the screen. He knew Mr. Taylor was right—exposure alone wouldn’t be enough. They had to dismantle FDB’s operation from the inside out. But as he stared at the data, he couldn’t help but feel the heat of Mrs. Taylor’s gaze on him. Her eyes, glazed with lust, never left his, even as Big Daddy’s grunts grew louder.
Mrs. Taylor’s body trembled under the relentless onslaught of Big Daddy’s thrusts, her legs shaking with each powerful collision. Mike felt his own cock strain against his pants, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and desire. He glanced up at Mr. Taylor, expecting censure—but instead, he saw understanding. A knowing smirk played on the man’s lips as he reached for a towel and draped it over Mike’s shoulder.
“You want a piece of that, don’t you?” Mr. Taylor murmured, his voice a low rumble. “You’ve been staring at her like a hungry wolf all night.” Mike’s cheeks flushed, but he couldn’t deny the truth of the words. Mrs. Taylor’s desperate cries grew louder, and she bucked her hips back, silently begging for more. It was a heady mix of power and lust that made his blood boil.
Without another word, Mr. Taylor leaned back in his chair, his eyes still focused on the laptop. “Go ahead,” he said, his voice thick with lust. “But remember—we’re fighting a war, and every battle counts.” Mike didn’t need any further encouragement. He stepped closer to the pool’s edge, his cock straining against his pants. Big Daddy grinned up at him, his eyes gleaming with challenge and excitement.
Mrs. Taylor’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling as Big Daddy’s powerful strokes filled her to the brink. Mike stepped behind her, his heart racing as he unbuckled his pants, his cock springing free. He reached around her, his hand closing over one of her full, bouncing breasts. Her nipple was a tight bud, begging for his touch. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, feeling her shiver.
Big Daddy’s eyes never left Mike’s as he worked Mrs. Taylor’s body, his own hunger for power reflected in every thrust. Mrs. Taylor’s eyes locked onto Mike’s, her pupils dilated with desire. She parted her lips, inviting him closer. With a growl, Mike stepped forward, his cock brushing against her cheek. He placed it at her lips, and she took him eagerly, her mouth closing around him with a wet, hungry suck.
Mr. Taylor’s fingers flew over the laptop’s keyboard, the glow of the screen casting an eerie light on his intense features. His eyes darted from screen to screen, tracking numbers and accounts with the precision of a hawk. The sounds of Mike and Mrs. Taylor’s union blended with the rhythmic click of the keys—a symphony of sex and strategy.
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