Mike and Helen
Copyright© 2025 by work for nothin
Chapter 5: The Cameraman
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 5: The Cameraman - 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
Gilon stepped forward, his own cock in hand as he surveyed the scene. “Good,” he grunted, his voice thick with his own lust. “Now for the real show.”
Mike knew what was coming next. The part of the day he had been dreading and craving in equal measure. The part where he would no longer be just the artist assistant. He took a deep breath, his hand still shaking slightly, and nodded. He was ready.
Gilon stepped aside, allowing Mike to approach the camera. The director’s eyes never left the bed, his gaze raking over Kate and Roxie’s sweat-slicked bodies. “Good job, kid,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Now, let’s get this set up for the main event.”
Mike’s hands trembled as he unclipped the memory card, his eyes flickering to the pornstars as they recovered from their warm-up. He could see the anticipation in their eyes, the eagerness to please. He slid the card into his pocket, feeling the weight of it against his thigh like a talisman. It was a reminder of what he had just witnessed, a token of his acceptance into this twisted world.
Gilon’s voice brought him back to reality. “Alright, people, let’s get this show on the road,” he barked, his gaze snapping to the crew. They moved with a practiced efficiency, rearranging the bed with a flurry of pillows and sheets. Mike watched as they set up a series of ropes and restraints, the sight sending a thrill of excitement through him. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for.
The director turned to Kate and Roxie, his voice softer now, almost tender. “You two are going to show us what you’re made of today,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on their swollen breasts. “We’re going to make some serious art here.”
The pornstars exchanged a knowing look, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They knew what was expected of them, and they were ready to deliver. Kate rolled over onto her back, her inflated breasts bouncing with the movement. Roxie straddled her, her own swollen chest hovering just above Kate’s face. The brunette leaned down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Kate’s nipple, drawing a low moan from her.
Mike stepped back, his camera poised to capture every moment. He couldn’t believe he was here, that this was his life now. But as he watched the two women, their bodies moving together in a symphony of lust, he knew there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Gilon nodded, his expression one of approval. “Good,” he murmured. “Now, let’s get some close-ups.”
Mike moved in, the camera’s focus tightening on the point where Roxie’s teeth met Kate’s skin. The blonde’s moans grew louder, her body arching up off the bed. He knew he had to be careful, had to get the shot just right. But it was hard to concentrate when his own desires were screaming to be heard.
The camera’s whir was the only sound in the room, a steady hum that seemed to echo the beat of his own pulse. He moved around the bed, getting shots from every angle, his eyes never leaving the two women. They were like animals in heat, their bodies moving with a primal grace that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
And then, without warning, Roxie leaned back, her hand reaching for Kate’s throbbing clit. The blonde’s eyes snapped open, meeting Mike’s through the viewfinder. Her pupils were blown wide, her gaze filled with a mix of lust and something else, something deeper. It was a look that spoke of trust, of surrender. And in that moment, Mike knew that he was more than just an observer. He was a part of this.
He watched as Roxie’s fingers danced over Kate’s clit, her hips bucking against the brunette’s hand. The sound of their skin slapping together was a constant drumbeat, a rhythm that matched the racing of his own heart. He zoomed in, the camera’s focus narrowing to capture every gasp, every quiver of Kate’s body.
And then, with a scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the room, Kate came. Her body spasmed, her muscles tightening around the cock still buried deep within her. Roxie’s eyes never left her face, her own expression one of triumph and satisfaction.
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