Mike and Helen
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 2: Big Daddy
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2: Big Daddy - 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 drive to Big Daddy’s house was tense, the anticipation thick enough to cut with a knife. Helen had told Mike very little about what to expect, only that he needed to be open-minded and ready for anything. She had put on a tight red dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, and Mike couldn’t help but stare at her as she shifted in the passenger seat. Her scent filled the car, a heady mix of sex and desire that made his cock throb.
When they arrived, the house was everything Mike had imagined it would be: grand, opulent, and dripping with an air of illicit pleasure. Helen led the way, her heels clicking on the marble floors as they approached the heavy, velvet-covered door. She looked back at Mike, a wicked smile on her face. “Ready?” she asked. He nodded, his heart racing.
Behind the door was a world of darkness and passion. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the low murmur of voices a constant backdrop to the rhythmic beat of bodies coming together. Helen guided him through a maze of hallways, her hand in his, until they reached a large, dimly lit room. In the center was a king-sized bed, and on that bed, a large, muscular black man lay, his cock thick and proud.
“Big Daddy,” Helen purred, her voice a siren’s call. The man’s eyes lit up as he saw her, but as they fell upon Mike, they narrowed slightly. Helen stepped aside, revealing her son in all his nervous glory. “This is my boy,” she said, her voice dripping with pride. “And he’s going to watch.”
The man on the bed, Big Daddy, studied Mike with a knowing look, a smirk playing on his lips. “Is that right?” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down Mike’s spine. Helen nodded, her eyes gleaming. “Tonight, we’re going to show him what it really means to be a man.”
Mike’s heart hammered in his chest as he took in the scene before him. His mother, the woman he had just defiled in the most taboo of ways, now offered herself to this stranger. But it wasn’t just the idea of sharing her that was so arousing; it was the power she held in this moment, the control she had over him and, now, over Big Daddy too. He felt a strange mix of pride and fear, but most of all, he was eager to see what would happen next.
Big Daddy stood up, his massive frame seemingly taking up the entire room. He was everything Mike wasn’t: strong, confident, and exuding an animalistic sexuality that was impossible to ignore. Helen stepped closer, her hand sliding down to stroke his cock. “You want to watch us?” she asked, her voice a challenge. Mike nodded, his mouth dry.
The threesome was like nothing Mike had ever seen. His mother took Big Daddy’s cock in her mouth, her eyes locked on Mike’s the whole time. She moaned around the thick shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep. The sight of her with another man, her body writhing in pleasure, was too much to bear. His own cock stood at attention, begging for release.
Big Daddy reached for Helen’s dress, tearing it away to reveal her naked body. Her breasts bounced as he pushed her down onto the bed, spreading her legs wide. Mike watched, his hand moving to his own cock, as the man positioned himself at her entrance. “You’re going to watch, and you’re going to learn,” Helen whispered, her eyes never leaving Mike’s.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, a symphony of lust that seemed to echo in Mike’s very soul. Helen’s moans grew louder as Big Daddy fucked her, her body stretching to accommodate his size. And all the while, she watched Mike, her eyes a mix of pleasure and challenge. He could feel his own cock pulsing, the need to be a part of this carnival of desire growing more intense with every passing second.
Big Daddy reached for Mike, his hand strong and sure as it closed around his shaft. Mike gasped, the touch of another man on his cock sending shockwaves through his body. “You want to taste your mom’s pussy?” the man asked, a knowing smile on his face. Mike nodded, unable to voice his agreement. He leaned in, his mouth watering as he took in the scent of his mother’s arousal.
Big Daddy spread Helen’s legs wider, exposing her dripping sex. “Go on,” he urged, “eat her out like you know she loves.” Mike swallowed hard and did as he was told, his tongue tentatively touching her folds. The taste was like nothing he had ever experienced, a mix of salt and sweet that made him want more. Helen’s moans grew louder as he licked and sucked, her hips bucking against his face.
The big man watched them, his cock bobbing with every thrust into Helen’s pussy. “Good boy,” he praised Mike, “now, let’s show you how to fuck that tight little asshole.” Mike pulled away, his face flushed with arousal and nerves. Big Daddy took his place, his cock slick with lube. He positioned the tip at Helen’s asshole, and she took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Mike’s.
“Ready?” Big Daddy asked, and Helen nodded. “Watch,” she told Mike, her voice tight with anticipation. The man pushed in, the sound of her tight sphincter giving way making Mike’s cock throb. She gasped, her eyes watering, but the look on her face was pure ecstasy. Mike couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his mother taking such a massive cock up her ass. It was a sight that was both terrifying and incredibly arousing.
Big Daddy began to pound into her, and Mike could see his mother’s body stretching to accommodate him. Helen’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a keening wail that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. Mike’s hand was a blur on his own cock, the need to cum becoming unbearable. “Now, boy,” Big Daddy said, his voice low and commanding, “it’s your turn.”
Mike stepped forward, his cock aching for release. Big Daddy pulled out slightly, giving Mike room to enter his mother’s ass. The feeling was indescribable, the tightness of her anus gripping him like a vice. He watched in the mirror as his cock disappeared into her, the sight making him feel like he was in a dream. “Fuck her,” Big Daddy instructed, his voice a low rumble, “like you fucked her earlier. Make her scream.”
Mike did as he was told, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he took his mother’s ass. Helen’s cries grew more desperate, her body writhing beneath them. The room was a cacophony of slapping flesh and guttural moans, the three of them lost in a world of lust and depravity. Mike had never felt so alive, so connected to his mother in a way that transcended all boundaries.
As they fucked, Big Daddy leaned over Helen, his hands on her hips, guiding her movements. “You’re doing good, son,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. Mike felt a strange sense of camaraderie with the man, a bond forged in the heat of their shared passion for Helen.
The tension grew, the room spinning as Mike approached the edge of his climax. Helen’s eyes were wild, her mouth open in a silent scream as she felt the beginnings of her own orgasm. “Cum for me,” Mike whispered, his voice lost in the symphony of their moans. “Cum with me.” Helen nodded, her eyes never leaving Mike’s.
With a roar, Mike shot his load into his mother’s ass, the intensity of the moment making his vision swim. Helen followed suit, her body convulsing in pleasure as she came around his cock. Big Daddy pulled out, his own orgasm painting Helen’s back in a hot spray of cum. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies sticky with sweat and desire.
The room grew quiet, the only sound their ragged breathing. Mike couldn’t believe what he had just done, what they had all just done together. But as he looked into his mother’s eyes, all he felt was a deep sense of belonging, a bond that went beyond the limits of what was considered normal.
And in that moment, as they lay there tangled in the sheets, Mike knew that this was only the start of their journey into the darker recesses of desire. Helen looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction and something else - something that made his heart race even faster. “You did good, baby,” she said, her voice a throaty whisper.
Suddenly, the door burst open and in strode Quinshay Harrell, Big Daddy’s gorgeous and equally intimidating wife. She looked at the two of them, a smirk playing on her perfectly painted lips. “Well, well, well,” she said, her eyes raking over their sweaty, sated forms. “It seems I arrived just in time to congratulate the both of you.”
Quinshay was a vision in gold lamé, her dark hair cascading over her bare shoulders, her curves more than a match for Helen’s. She walked over to the bed, her heels clicking against the marble floor, and leaned down to whisper in Helen’s ear. “Big Daddy and I have a special dinner reservation at the most exclusive restaurant in town,” she purred. “And we want you two to join us.”
The mention of dinner was almost comical, given the debauchery they had just engaged in, but Helen’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh, Quinshay,” she gushed, “that sounds amazing!” She turned to Mike, her smile infectious. “What do you say, baby? Fancy a night out?”
Mike couldn’t believe it. Just when he thought the evening couldn’t get any more twisted, here they were, being invited to dinner by the very man who had just taken his mother’s anal virginity. “Sure,” he managed, his voice shaky with a mix of nerves and excitement. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of conversations they’d have over their meal.
Quinshay’s smirk grew wider, and she clapped her hands together. “Perfect! Now, before we go anywhere, I think the two of you need to clean up. Don’t you?” She sauntered over to the en-suite bathroom and swung the door open. “Big Daddy and I will wait here,” she said, her eyes flicking to the mess they’d made on the bed. “Take your time.”
Mike and Helen stumbled into the bathroom, their legs shaky from the intensity of their experience. The shower was large enough to accommodate both of them comfortably, the water hot and soothing as it cascaded over their sticky bodies. They washed each other, their touches lingering, the water turning murky with their mixed fluids. Mike couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in what they had done together, a feeling that was only heightened by the way his mother’s eyes searched his as she scrubbed at his chest.
Once clean, they stepped out of the shower, wrapping themselves in plush towels that were as soft as the silk sheets they had just defiled. Helen looked at Mike with a mischievous glint in her eye. “What do you think of Mrs. Harrell?” she asked, her voice still thick with lust. “Is she as much of a handful as Big Daddy?”
Mike couldn’t help but laugh, the tension of the situation momentarily breaking. “I don’t know,” he said, “but I’m sure she’ll keep us on our toes.” Helen giggled, her laughter sounding almost giddy. “I have a feeling she’s going to be a handful in more ways than one.”
Dressing quickly in the clothes they had brought with them, they made their way back to the bedroom. Big Daddy and Quinshay were waiting, both fully dressed and looking like they had just stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. “Ah, you two are ready,” Quinshay said, her eyes raking over them with a knowing smile. “Good. We wouldn’t want to keep our reservations waiting.”
In the car, as they made their way to the restaurant, Helen leaned over to Mike, her hand caressing his thigh. “You know,” she said, her voice low and seductive, “Quinshay is a very wise woman. She understands that love and sex are two different things. That’s why she lets Big Daddy play with other women.” Mike’s cock twitched at the thought, and he could feel the beginnings of another erection. “Does that bother you?” Helen asked, her eyes searching his.
Mike took a deep breath, trying to process the evening’s events. “No,” he finally managed, “I guess it doesn’t. It’s ... just weird, that’s all.” Helen’s smile grew. “It’s not weird, baby. It’s just different. And she knows that as long as Big Daddy loves her, it doesn’t matter who he fucks. She’s secure in their relationship.” Mike nodded, trying to understand the logic. It was certainly a foreign concept to him, but the way Helen spoke of it made it sound almost ... liberating.
At the restaurant, they were shown to a private table in a dimly lit corner. The air was thick with the scent of fine wine and expensive cologne, the murmur of hushed conversations a stark contrast to the raw passion they had just shared. Big Daddy ordered a bottle of champagne, his eyes never leaving Helen’s ample breast as the waiter popped the cork.
Quinshay leaned back in her chair, her gold dress shimmering in the low light. “So, Helen,” she began, her gaze flicking to Mike, “how does it feel to finally have your boy all to yourself?” The question was loaded, a challenge and a promise all at once. Helen took a sip of her drink, a coy smile playing on her lips. “It’s ... been an adventure,” she replied, her hand sliding down to rest on Mike’s thigh.
“But I’m sure you’ve had some big cocks in that tight pussy of yours,” Quinshay said, her eyes glinting with mischief and her hand sliding down to rest on Helen’s thigh. “How does little Mike here measure up?” Mike felt his face burn, his cock shrinking at the mention of his size. But Helen’s response was swift and firm. “Every cock is different,” she said, her voice steady. “And Mike’s might be smaller than the others, but the pleasure he gives me is all the more precious because it’s from my own flesh and blood.”
Her words were a balm to Mike’s ego, and he felt his erection start to return as he watched Big Daddy’s expression shift from amusement to something more primal. The big man’s eyes were glued to Helen’s chest, his own cock beginning to stir. Without a word, Quinshay reached over and deftly unhooked Helen’s bra, letting her breasts spill out into the open. “Let’s see what we’re working with,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.
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