Chapter 800 - 799- Taking the Thick MILF

Chapter 800: Chapter 799- Taking the Thick MILF

I pulled back. Dragged my cock downward. The head slid between her cheeks, over the anal, down to her pussy. I rubbed against her lips — the cotton fabric still between us, but soaked through, the heat of her cunt radiating through the wet material.

She cried. "Not there — please — that’s not for you — that is for my husband."

"I’m just making it wet, mother-in-law," I said. My voice was calm. The voice of a man explaining a technical process. "Lubrication is essential for anal penetration. The body needs to be prepared."

The logic was sound. The medical terminology was reassuring. The fact that it was a complete manipulation — that I was rubbing my cock against her pussy through her panties because the friction felt incredible and the pheromone exposure was driving her insane — was secondary.

I kept rubbing. My cock head slid through her lips — the cotton fabric creating a textured friction that made her gasp each time I passed over her clit. Her pussy leaked — more fluid, more heat, the cotton becoming transparent with wetness. Her body twitched with each pass. Her hips — despite herself, despite everything — began to move. Grinding back against me. Seeking more friction.

She was aroused. Her whole body — every soft, thick, mature inch — was responding. Her thighs trembled. Her back arched. Her hands, gripping the sheets, had pulled the fabric free from the mattress corners. Her breathing was ragged — short, sharp intakes, each one accompanied by a soft, involuntary whimper.

I enjoyed it. The teasing. The slow buildup. The way her body betrayed her mind — the way her hips moved without permission, the way her pussy leaked without consent, the way her whimpers became moans without decision.

I pulled back. Positioned my cock against her anal. The almond-colored opening — darker than the surrounding skin, the muscle tight and clenched — was exposed. My cock head pressed against it.

I pushed.

She screamed.

"AAA — it hurts — son-in-law — it hurts—"

One inch. The head squeezed in. The muscle fought — clenching, resisting, the ring of tissue stretching around my girth. The tightness was immediate. Crushing. Different from a pussy — drier, tighter, the walls gripping rather than yielding.

"Wait — we should stop — it is not for—"

Two inches. The muscle yielded — slowly, reluctantly, the sphincter stretching. She sobbed. Her hands clawed the sheets. Her thick body trembled — her ass clenching and releasing around my cock, the involuntary spasms of a muscle being stretched beyond its experience.

"It hurts — please — HNNGH~!! — it’s too big—"

Three inches. I could feel the interior — the warm, tight passage, the walls pressing against my cock from every direction. The sensation was incredible. Tighter than anything. The friction was raw — less lubrication, more resistance, every inch a negotiation with her body.

I looked at the mirror. The vanity mirror — positioned at the foot of the bed, the angle perfect. I could see her face — pressed into the sheets, her eyes squeezed shut, tears running down her cheeks. Snot leaked from her nose. Her mouth was open — gasping, sobbing, the sounds muffled by the fabric.

I pushed deeper. Four inches. Five. Six. Her screams became continuous — a raw, unbroken sound that rose and fell with each inch.

"AAAANGH~!! — it hurts — it hurts — son-in-law — please—"

Seven inches. Eight. The passage was opening — the muscle surrendering, the walls stretching, the interior becoming slick with the pre-cum leaking from my cock. Her body was adapting — the wife package, transferred through proximity and pheromones, working on her system. Her anal was loosening. The pain was fading. The sobs were changing — from pure pain to something more complex.

Nine inches. Ten. Balls deep. My entire cock buried in her ass. Her thick cheeks pressed against my pelvis. The warmth — the heat of her body, radiating through the anal walls — enveloped me. I held there. Felt her. Every ridge, every fold, every clench and release of her interior.

She cried. Her face in the sheets. Her body trembling.

I pulled out. Slowly. The sensation was devastating — the walls dragging along my shaft, the suction creating a vacuum, the muscle fighting to keep me inside. The head emerged with a soft pop. Her anal gaped — open, pink, the muscle not yet recovered.

I slammed.

Pah Pah PAH!

"AAANGH~!!"

The impact drove her forward. Her thick ass — round, full, heavy — rippled from the collision. The flesh absorbed the impact, rebounded, clapped back against my thighs. The sound — wet, sharp, the collision of flesh on flesh — echoed through the room. Her hips swayed — the motion involuntary, her body adjusting to the rhythm.

I started to fuck her. Slowly at first — long, deliberate strokes that pulled all the way out and drove all the way back in. Each thrust was a negotiation — her anal fighting, yielding, fighting, yielding. The tightness was incredible. The walls gripped me like a fist — the friction raw, intense, every nerve in my cock firing at maximum capacity.

Pah Pah Pah.

"How does it feel, mother-in-law?" I said. My voice was steady. Controlled. The voice of a man who was enjoying himself immensely but wanted to enjoy himself more.

She sobbed. "I — I can feel — the shape of your — your shaft—"

"Just call it cock," I said.

I slapped her ass. The sound was sharp — the impact on her thick cheek creating a ripple that traveled through the flesh. She yelped. Her anal clenched.

"COCK—!! No — wait — that’s wrong—"

I slammed harder.

Pah Pah PAH!

"AAANGH~!! — son-in-law — it’s — it’s too—"

I fucked her. The pace increased — each thrust faster, harder, deeper. Her thick body absorbed each impact — her ass rippling, her flesh clapping against my thighs, the sound filling the room like percussion. Her anal was loosening — the muscle adapting, the passage becoming slicker, the resistance fading.

Half an hour. I fucked her for half an hour. The pace varied — fast, then slow, then fast again. I changed angles — hitting different parts of her interior, finding spots that made her gasp, spots that made her scream, spots that made her body convulse.

I grabbed her hands. Pulled them behind her back. Held them — one hand, both wrists — and used the leverage to pull her back onto my cock. Her body lifted — her chest rising from the bed, her breasts swinging free, heavy and full. In the mirror, I could see her face — eyes rolling, tears streaming, mouth open.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"OUNGH~!! — son — son-in-law — HAAANGH~!! — please — AH~!! — it’s — HIEEENGH~!! — it’s too—"

I released her hands. Lifted her leg. The position shifted — one leg up, her ass angled sideways, the penetration deeper. I fucked her hard. The angle changed the pressure — my cock grinding against different parts of her anal, the head hitting a spot that made her entire body jerk.

"Wait — son-in-law — something is—"

My tail moved.

The appendage — hidden until now, suppressed during the entire interaction — extended behind me. It snaked forward, between her legs, and found her pussy. The tip — spade-shaped, scaled — pressed against her entrance. The lips were swollen, wet, dripping. The tail pushed in.

She screamed.

"AAANGH~!! — what — what is that — HAAANGH~!! — something is — in my—"

The tail vibrated. The oscillation — the same frequency I’d used on Vespera this morning — pulsed through the tail and into her pussy. The walls clenched. Her entire body seized. Her anal — already tight — clamped down on my cock with crushing force.

I grabbed her breast.

’!?!’

"HIENNGHH~!?!"