Chapter 46: The Sexy Tattoo Artist and the Hot Mom

Jake Carter – Day Twenty-Eight

I watched my son carry my wife upstairs in his arms, Mrs. Tlaib and the bleached-blonde trophy wife following after him. He left his other new sex slave down here. She had pink hair, a nose ring, pierced nipples, a rose tattooed on her shaved pubic mound, and a bald twat dripping in juices.

“I’m Brat,” she cooed. “Mmm, your son wants you to use me, huh? How do you want to start?”

My dick throbbed hard. “Turn around, bend over, and beg me to fuck that pink gash, Brat.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she cooed. “Mmm, since you’re my Master’s father, you’re my daddy!”

My cock throbbed at her words. “Yes!”

“Fuck me so hard, Daddy,” she purred in this seductive fashion. Holy shit, I saw why my son wanted to use this fucking whore.

She was perfect.

She spun around and bent over, gripping the entertainment center. She thrust out her ass at me, such a perky rump, with that pink slit peeking bent her toned thighs. Juices ran down her legs. She was so wet and eager to be fucked by me.

“Thank you, Tony,” I groaned, eager to bury into her cunt.

I nuzzled my cock against her slit. Upstairs, my son was already fucking my wife and those whores. Let him have Abigail. I had Brat. This slut wasn’t a frigid bitch that just lay beneath me waiting for me to cum so it could be over with.

Brat wanted to be fucked by me.

I gripped her hips and slammed to the hilt in her. She gasped out, “Yes, yes, Daddy! That’s it!”

“Fucking slut,” I growled.

“Mmm, your bratty slut, Daddy,” she cooed, wiggling her hips and stirring her cunt around my cock.

I savored that silky warmth around my dick. I gripped her hips and drew back my cock. She moaned as I did that. It was so good to have her massaging my rod with her silky twat. I buried back into her cunt, driving to the hilt in her.

She moaned in delight as I did that. I loved the way she gripped my dick. She held me tight in her pussy. I grunted, fucking her so hard. I buried into her over and over again. She moaned as I did that. I pounded her twat hard.

Fast.

I loved the feel of her about me. She had such a wonderful cunt. I grunted, fucking her with force. With passion. I slammed into her cunt with all that I had, reveling in the way her pussy held my dick. She felt so good around my cock.

Just so incredible.

I plowed into her cunt over and over again, fucking her so hard. I thrust into her twat, reveling in the heat of her cunt. She moaned as I did that. Her head tossed back and forth, her pink hair flying as I hammered her barely legal twat.

“That’s it!” I growled. “Fucking brat!”

“Yes, I am, Daddy!” she moaned. “Your brat to use tonight! Mmm, fuck me with that big dick! Make me cum!”

I grunted, hammering her cunt. I slammed into her, my nuts slapping into her bald twat. I had to be spanking her clit. She groaned louder, her pussy clamping down on me. I loved the feel of her holding my cock.

It was such a good treat to hammer her cunt like this. I buried into her over and over again. I loved the feel of her around me. She gasped as I pounded her twat. I fucked into her snatch with such hard strokes. I loved it.

I buried into her so hard and fast. I loved the feel of her cunt around my dick. It was a beautiful thing to fuck her so hard. I plowed into her with force. I hammered her snatch with all that I had. She gripped my cock with such hot passion.

I rose toward that moment of erupting into her tight, young cunt.

Brat gasped as I fucked her. She clamped her pussy down on me, moaning, “Daddy! Daddy!”

“That’s right, Brat!” I grunted, hammering her. “You’re going to cum like a whore on my dick!”

“I am, Daddy!” she squealed.

She filled the living room with her passion as I rose toward that moment when I would cum in her. I would dump so much spunk into her pussy. I could not wait for that moment. I buried to the hilt in her snatch.

I plowed deep into her twat. I felt her pussy clamping down on me. She whimpered, her twat gripping me so hard as I drew back. Her head tossed as I buried back into her, my nuts slapping into her twat. Spanking her clit.

“Daddy!” she gasped.

Her cunt went wild around my dick.

I groaned as I felt her silky snatch spasming about me. That barely legal twat suckled at me. I fucked Brat hard, my nuts tightening. Her wonderful pussy brought me to the brink. I crossed that line, unable to stop myself if I wanted to.

“Shit!” I growled and erupted.

I dumped my load into her convulsing cunt. She gasped out in delight as I filled her up with my jizz. It was so fucking amazing to flood her young snatch with my spunk. I erupted into her over and over again. I loved the feel of that hot spunk spurting into her cunt. The pleasure shot through me.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she gasped. “I love your cum!”

Stars flashed across my vision as I dumped my load into her. I grunted, erupting again and again. I felt so fucking amazing. I shuddered as her twat milked me dry. My nuts twitched as I spurted the last blast of my cum into her pussy

“Shit!” I growled as she milked me. “Shit, shit, that’s good!”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned. “Mmm, thank you for using my pussy, Daddy!”

“Yeah,” I groaned. My wife never thanked me. That was for sure.

I pulled out of her cunt and sank down onto my recliner. I panted as I watched my cum spilling out of her cunt. It ran down her thigh. It was wild to watch that jizz spilling out of her. She turned around slowly, her tits jiggling.

“Mmm, what next, Daddy?” she cooed.

“Damn, you’re eager for more?” I asked, my cock twitching. I normally was done after one cum, but ... I was turned on. “Suck my dick, Brat.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she cooed.

I leaned back in my recliner. I kicked out the front of it. She had to bend over the armrest to suckle on my cock. I slid my finger through her pink hair as she gripped the base of my dick. She kissed the tip of my half-hard dick.

“Mmm,” she moaned and stroked her tongue around the crown of my cock.

That swelled life back into my dick. I groaned as she did that. She teased me. I loved the way she did that. I groaned as she stroked her tongue around my dick. It felt so good to have her doing that. I groaned as she massaged me.

“That’s good,” I groaned. “Shit, that’s good.”

“Mmm,” she purred as she stroked her tongue around my dick. “You like that?”

I nodded.

“Good,” she moaned and engulfed my cock.

I hardened fully in her mouth. She bobbed her head as I closed my eyes. I felt so good right now. I could just drift off to sleep with her blowing me. I smiled in delight as she suckled hard on me. She was putting her all into it.

What a good slut.

She bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled on me with all that she had. It was incredible. I groaned as she suckled on me with her hot mouth. She blew me with all that she had.

Her tongue danced around the crown of my cock. She flicked it about me. I groaned as she did that. It was so wild to have her blowing me like that. I rose toward that moment when I would dump my cum into her mouth. She blew me with passion.

She suckled on me hard. She worked her mouth up and down my cock. She suckled hard on me with all that she had. My eyes rolled back in my head as she blew me. She moaned about my dick. It was so good to have her loving me.

“That’s it,” I groaned.

She purred around my cock in agreement.

The slut wanted to make me cum. I savored every second of that heat, my chair shifting from how vigorously she bobbed her head. She worked that hot mouth up and down my cock. I groaned at the force that she did that.

She was so good at it. “Shit, shit, shit!”

She purred around my cock as she blew me. She suckled so hard on me. It was wild to have her doing that. I loved every second of her nursing on me. I rose toward that moment when I would cum in her mouth.

She flicked her tongue around the crown of my dick. She made me feel so good. I loved how she nursed on me like that. It was wild to have her blowing me. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. I rushed toward that moment when I would burst.

I would just shower her with spunk. It was incredible.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I groaned. “Goddamn, that’s it. Just like that.”

She moaned around my cock, sucking with all her might. She brought me closer and closer to cumming. My nuts twitched as she swirled her tongue around the crown of my cock. I grunted at the force of her sucking.

The pressure grew up my shaft to the aching tip. My nuts tightened. I gripped the armrest, my back arching as I hit that point of no return. She suckled so hard on me, eager for my cum. It took a moment longer because of my orgasm not long ago, but...

“Fuck!” I growled.

The pleasure shot through me as my cum flooded her mouth.

She gulped down the spunk. She swallowed it with eagerness. The rapture slammed into my mind. I groaned, savoring it. I trembled in my chair as she gulped down all the spunk that I had in my nuts. I filled her mouth with my spunk.

She moaned as she suckled it all down.

“That’s it,” I groaned, feeling so good.

The warmth suffused my body as I dumped the last few blasts of cum into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around my cock and nursed on me. I panted, feeling so good. My entire body buzzed with the delight, and I just...

Drifted away.

“Good night, Daddy,” I heard Brat say distantly before I was off into dreams.

Gina “Brat” Charleston

I kissed Mr. Carter’s brow before I found a blanket. I covered him up and smiled.

That was how Master wanted to use me. I made his father feel good. I felt good, too. I had a nice orgasm. His cum spilled out of me. I sank onto the couch and curled up on my side. I felt so amazing, I drifted off to sleep, too.

Abigail Carter – Day Twenty-Nine

Saturday morning, my son was excited.

“We are going to a tattoo parlor,” he said at breakfast. “I need to bet my sex slaves tatted and pierced.” He glanced at me. “And, I think, you need a tattoo, Mom.”

I blinked. “Me?” I had never wanted a tattoo, but... “Well, if that’s how you want to use me.”

“I do,” he said. “Go and shave your pussy. You’ll need to be bald down there for what I want.”

“Okay,” I said and headed upstairs.

I was ... a tad nervous about getting the tattoo. Not about being used, but ... Didn’t they hurt? Well, I had given birth to three children. I could take the pain. I would be used by my son in any way that he required.

So I trimmed my pubic hair in the bathtub then lathered on the shaving cream. I worked slowly. I kept my youngest daughter shaved, and after I had the privileged of eating out her yummy pussy once I finished, so I knew how to do it.

Just go slowly especially around the pussy lips. Mine were much thicker than my baby girl’s tight slit.

So I shaved. I made sure that I was perfectly bald. Then I got out of the bath. I dressed in a sundress. I was naked beneath. I figured that I would be getting naked at the massage parlor. Oh, Lord, I hoped it wasn’t a male tattoo artist.

That would be so embarrassing. I would do it, but...

It was all for my son. For Tony.

I came downstairs to find Tony with his harem. His big sister Bitch, Angela, Tina, Alisha Tlaib, Portia Charleston, and Brat were all there. They had their collars on and nothing else. Brat already had pierced nipples and looked so excited.

“You’re going to love Lilith,” she was saying. “She’s very skilled. She won’t make any mistakes.”

“Lilith?” I asked.

“That’s the tattoo artist,” my son said. “She runs Demon Tats.”

I didn’t like the sound of that name, but I said, “Okay. If that’s where we want to go. And it’s a woman.”

“Yep,” said my son. “What, you think I want some guy touching my mom?”

I beamed at him. He truly was the best son a mother could want.

I hummed as I headed out to my SUV with the sluts. My son took the driver’s seat. Of course. Men like to drive. I was in the passenger seat while the sex slaves filled in the back. I was glad I had the SUV with all the seats. It was very useful today.

He put in the address in the GPS. It was down in Tacoma on South Tacoma Way. In the part after the B&I but before all the car lots. That old-fashioned part of South Tacoma Way with all the quaint businesses.

And, I supposed, a tattoo parlor.

We were off, heading through the neighborhood and down 94th Avenue. We hit traffic at the South Hill Mall before getting on 512 and taking that west to where it ended in Lakewood on South Tacoma Way. So we just went left and drove down it about fifty blocks.

Soon we were at that quaint part. We parked on the curb and climbed out. The girls were all naked and didn’t care. It wasn’t the warmest of days, but we weren’t outside long. The skies were threatening rain. The first week of October was over, and the nasty weather should start at any time.

Pity. I liked seeing the sex slaves naked outside, but it would soon not be practical.

I drew in a deep breath as Brat darted for the door and opened it, cooing, “Master!”

He held out his arm to me. I took it, clinging to my son. I was so ready to head inside. We strode in together. I was just so happy to be with him. I snuggled against him and drew strength as we entered the parlor. There was no inside. The parlor just opened. A bell rang as I looked at the walls.

They were covered in pictures. Small pieces of paper attached to the wall with various designs. Some were scary, some were funny, cute, wholesome, and gruesome. Thorns and bloods and daggers and skulls on one side with butterflies and flowers and unicorns and rainbows on the other side. Styles of letters, Chinese characters, and more. It was bewildering. Overwhelming.

A woman appeared from the back in a tank top and a pair of jeans, her arms covered in tattoos. More peeked out of the neckline of the tank top and the exposed bits of her waist. She must be covered in them. All save for her face. She had a nose ring that gleamed and dyed her hair red. She also had a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Early,” she muttered. “So early. No one comes in this early.”

“You’re open,” said my son.

“I am,” she said and blinked. “Wait, are you ... him?”

He nodded to her. She shuddered at that. Her eyes widened and she straightened. My son smiled at the look on her face as she gazed around the room. She nodded, looking more than happy now. She wanted to work on us.

“You’ll have a busy day,” I said. “Lock the door. I’m using your tattoo parlor. But don’t worry, you’ll be paid.”

“That’s right,” cooed Portia. The trophy wife looked happy. “I have my husband’s black card. It doesn’t have a balance limit.”

“Those are real?” I asked in shock.

She winked at me.

My son had definitely found the perfect man to rent his trophy wife from. I was so proud of him. I wanted to hug him right now, but then we had to go into the back. My heart thundered in my chest as the woman glanced at us.

“So, who’s first?” she asked, her eyes categorizing us. She glanced at me. “She’s not a sex slave, is she?”

“My mom,” said Tony with pride.

“Mmm, that’s wonderful,” she said, eyeing me. “Is she getting a tattoo, or is she just chaperoning you?”

“Tattooed,” My son said it with such confidence as he squeezed my ass. “Get naked, Mom. Show Lilith how sexy you are! Lilith, show my mom that tattooed body.”

I licked my lips, saying, “Ooh, yes, let me see all those tattoos on your body. That must be wild.”

I shivered, so eager to see this woman naked. I unzipped the back of my dress as Lilith popped off her top. She exposed a belly and torso covered in more tattoos. The images flowed into each other. A riot of colors. She popped off her bra next as my sundress fell from my naked body.

Her tits were tattooed. She had heart-shaped areolas. I gasped as I realized she had matched the shade of her areolas and tattooed around them to make them look like hearts. Both her nipples were hard and pierced.

“You’re so sexy,” I groaned as she shoved off her jeans. She had more tattoos on her legs, a thong hugging her pussy lips. “Ooh, ooh that’s hot.”

“You’re a busty MILF,” Lilith said and shoved off her thong. She even had tattoos around her pubic mound. She stepped out of her thong. “Let me see that ass.”

“Let me see yours,” I said.

She grinned and turned around. Her back was a work of art that extended over her butt-cheeks and down her legs. I shuddered and licked my lips, wanting to eat out her asshole. I shuddered and turned. I had to show her my rump.

“Ooh, so plump,” cooed Lilith. “I bet she jiggles when you use her, Tony.”

“Yep,” my son said.

SMACK!

I gasped as he spanked my rump. The heat made me shiver, my boobs jiggling. I was so wet. I turned around, my pussy dripping. I faced the woman. She flicked her tongue over her lips, staring at me with such heat. I shuddered at the intensity in her eyes.

“What were you thinking when you stared at Lilith’s ass, Mom?” my son asked.

“That her ass was hot enough to eat,” I moaned. “That I wanted to bury between those tattooed cheeks and rim her out.”

“Then do it,” he said. “Get on your knees and eat out her asshole while I fuck you from behind.”

My son was so amazing. I loved him so much.

The tattoo artist turned to present her tattooed ass to me again. I dropped to my knees, my big boobs bouncing, and gripped her butt-cheeks. I parted them and buried my face into her crack. I licked at her asshole. I stroked my tongue over her.

I loved lapping at her like that. I stroked over her. It was so much fun to do that. I rimmed her with passion. I stroked over her anal sheath with all that I had. It was so good to lap at her like this. I flicked about her, savoring the sour flavor of her asshole.

It was so nice to feast on her like that.

I caressed her with passion. I lapped at her with all that I had. She groaned, her butt-cheeks squeezing down on my face. I wiggled my tongue against her asshole as my son gripped my hips and pressed his cock into my freshly-shaved pussy.

“Damn, it’s nice that your bald now, Mom,” he said as he rubbed his cock up and down my backdoor. “Mmm, that’s good!”

He thrust.

I shuddered as he did used my pussy. Used the very hole that brought him into the world. The incestuous joy swept through me. I moaned into the tattoo artist’s sour asshole. I swirled my tongue around in her backdoor as my son filled up my cunt.

The sex slaves all cooed and giggled as they watched. The tattoo artist moaned, her butt-cheeks squeezing about my face. I loved the feel of being in her asshole. I reached around her, following her pelvis, and found the wet folds of her pussy.

I rubbed at her pierced clit, massaging the ring piercing her bud.

“Fuck,” she moaned.

My son drew back his cock. My pussy gripped him. I loved the way he massaged my cunt. I trembled as he slammed back into me. He buried into my cunt with all that he had. It was so good to have him doing that.