Chapter 5: Luke Attends a Wedding
The drive home from the conference had been long and tedious, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I had played Emily's words over and over in my head: "Ben is so much better than you." Her moans, her screams, the way she had begged for more—it was all etched into my mind like a bloody tattoo. I had jerked off more times than I could count in the past two days, my cock aching with a mix of humiliation and arousal. I was a fucking mess.
The thought of my wife and son together, the way they had sounded on the phone, the way she had begged for his cock—it was all I could think about. I had never been so hard in my life. My cock was throbbing, aching to be released from the confines of my pants. I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost didn't notice the car pulling into the driveway.
But when I did, I panicked. I hadn't been home in two days, and I had no idea what I was walking into.
The house was dark, the only light coming from the flickering glow of the television in the living room. I hesitated in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear voices—Emily's and Ben's—coming from the kitchen. My stomach twisted into knots as I crept closer, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floor.
The kitchen was a mess. The table was covered in empty wine glasses, half-eaten plates of food, and a bottle of expensive whiskey that was nearly empty. The air was thick with the scent of sex—sweat, musk, and something else, something darker. My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me.
Ben was standing at the kitchen counter, completely naked, his cock standing at attention. Emily was on her knees in front of him, her mouth wrapped around his shaft, her tongue swirling around the head. Her eyes were closed, her fingers gripping the base of his cock, her head bobbing up and down as she took him deeper and deeper into her throat.
I watched, mesmerized, as my wife's cheeks hollowed out, her lips stretching around my son's cock. She was making gagging sounds, her eyes watering as she took him all the way down, her nose pressing against his pubic bone.
Ben groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her face. "Mygod, Mom," he grunted, his voice thick with lust. "Your mouth feels so good. You're my concubine, aren't you?"
Emily moaned around his cock, her mouth still filled with his thickness. She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet, slurping sound, and then she took a deep breath before diving back down, taking him even deeper this time. She could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat, and she relaxed her muscles, letting him slide even deeper.
Ben groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he held her head still, his hips bucking forward, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with each thrust. "You love sucking your son's cock, don't you?"
Emily moaned around his cock, her eyes watering as he fucked her face. She could feel his cock swelling in her throat, could feel the veins pulsing beneath her tongue. She knew he was close, could feel his body tensing, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Emily suddenly stood up and turned around, facing the sink; she bent over, looked over her shoulder at her step-son and said: "Fuck me from behind, my beloved !"
Ben fulfilled her request immediately, ramming his stiff penis into her waiting hole!
His hips slapped against her, the sound echoing in the kitchen. "Fuck," he grunted, his fingers digging into her soft plump flesh as he pounded into her from behind. "You're so fucking tight, Mom. Jesus Christ."
Emily pressed her palms flat against the cold countertop, her body rocking forward with each powerful thrust. "Yes, baby," she moaned. "Fuck me hard. Make me feel your huge cock splitting me in two."
Ben obliged, his hips snapping forward with brutal force, his cock slamming into her with a resounding smack.
Emily's tits bounced with each thrust, her nails scratching at the countertop as she braced herself against the force of his assault.
"That's it, baby," she panted, her voice thick with lust. "Fuck me like the concubine I am. Use my cunt like it's yours to ruin."
Ben growled, his hips pistoning in and out of her with relentless force. He could feel the heat of her pussy, the tight grip of her walls around his cock. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the kitchen, a filthy symphony that only seemed to spur them on.
I could not stifle a moan any more..."Ohmy god....!" I stuttered out. Both Emily and Ben looked over at where I was standing and both guffawed. "Oh....! He's just standing there staring at us...!" Emily giggled,. Ben looked at my pants and said: "Holy shit! He has a boner, too!" and the two laughed again, before Ben got back to work...fucking my wife like it was his job. I could see that the Bloody Poison had taken control of him. He was a fucking machine - I have never seen anybody pound away at a woman like that in my life. And my Emily had become his woman - that was obvious. She had been taken from me, leaving me to become a cuckold. I had been a cuckold for years, but I had never seen it in action. I had never seen my wife being fucked by another man. And now, I was seeing my wife being fucked by my son. And I was getting hard. I was getting hard watching my son fuck my wife. The sight of Ben’s thick cock pistoning in and out of Emily’s dripping cunt, the way her tits bounced with each brutal thrust, the way her nails clawed at the countertop as she braced herself—it was all too much. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.
Emily’s moans filled the kitchen, her voice thick with lust. "Oh fuck, Ben! Fuck me harder! I need it! I need your cock deep inside me!"
Ben growled, his fingers digging into her hips as he slammed into her with relentless force. "You love this, don’t you, Mom? Tell Dad! Tell Dad what is going to happen!"
Emily turned to me, smiled sweetly - as she was being fucked from behind - and said: "I have prepared - unh...! unh...! divorce papers darling - they're - unh...! unh...! on the dining room - unh...! table. You will sign them - unh...! unh...! and then be Ben's best man - unh...! unh...! when he marries me! - unh...! unh...! ohmygod, Ben...! After that, you will - unh...! unh...! encourage Ben to impregnate me... - ohmygod! Ben...! with your grand-child!" and Emily giggled, hiccuped and had an orgasm, in that order. Ben was still fucking his mom, his cock buried deep inside her, his hips still thrusting, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust. He was a machine, a fucking machine, and he was going to keep fucking the woman who raised him, until he shot his load, until he filled her up with his cum, until he made her his. And he was going to do it in front of me, in front of the man who had raised him, the man who had been his father for the past 19 years.
He was going to fuck my wife, my Emily, and impregnate her with his child. And my role as cuck...I was going to watch my son do it. The sight of Ben’s thick cock pistoning in and out of Emily’s dripping cunt, the way her tits bounced with each brutal thrust, the way her nails clawed at the countertop as she braced herself—it was all too much.
I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I could see the sheen of sweat on their bodies, could hear the wet slapping of flesh against flesh, could smell the musky scent of sex that hung heavy in the air.
I was transfixed, my cock aching with an intensity that was almost painful. I could feel the pre-cum leaking from the tip, soaking through my pants and making me squirm with discomfort.
I wanted to touch myself, to relieve the pressure that was building inside me, but I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I needed to watch, needed to see every filthy detail of their fucking. I needed to feel the humiliation, to taste the bitterness of my own cuckolding.
Ben's hips were a blur, his cock disappearing into Emily's pussy with each brutal thrust. I finally pulled my dick out and began touching myself - finally cumming all over Emily's feet. Emily braced herself against the counter and held up her feet for me to clean off my own cum with my tongue...
The next few weeks seemed like a blur, as we prepared for the wedding of my son to my ex-wife. I had been banished to Ben's old room with its posters of scantily clad movie stars and collectible figurines. I had been reduced to a cuckold, a pathetic loser who had to watch his son fuck his wife.
Then, one day Emily got a call from an old friend of hers - one of the directors of the porn films that she had made ages ago. He her about her story through social media and was anxious to get back in touch with her. His name was Connor and he still directed adult videos. He came to Emily with a proposition...
he wanted to make an 'Unconventional Romantic Sexual Relationship ' film featuring Emily and Ben, a step-mother and step-son fucking each other. He wanted it to be real, raw, and absolutely taboo.
Emily jumped at the chance, eager to share their forbidden love story with the world. Ben was hesitant at first, but the thought of being able to fuck his step-mom on camera, of having a permanent record of their illicit affair, was too much for him to resist. They decided to film right after the wedding, where they would be joined together as man and wife.
At night, in bed with Ben, Emily mentioned that she missed the old days somewhat...she especially enjoyed the gang bangs, and thought she was quite skilled at it. Ben perked up and said: "Daring! I would love to see you do a ganging! I LOVED watching that part of your videos!" "Really sweetheart? You wouldn't mind?" Emily smiled up at him. "I want to see you do it, Emily!"
The filming began a few weeks later, at the wedding ceremony, with Connor and his crew setting up shop in my/our family home.
Our house had been transformed into a set, with cameras positioned in every corner, ready to capture every filthy detail of Emily and Ben’s forbidden love.
Emily stood in the middle of the living room, her body draped in a sheer white wedding dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. The fabric was so thin that it barely concealed the dark pink nipples of her breasts, which were already stiff with arousal. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, framing her face in a way that made her look both innocent and sinful at the same time.
Ben stood across from her, his cock already hard and straining against the fabric of his wedding tuxedo. I was his best man at the ceremony and presumably I was going to help Ben and Emily consummate the marriage. I was standing next to Ben, while he made his vows to my ex-wife. It was supposed to be a happy day, but all I could feel was the bitterness and jealousy churning in my stomach. I wished I could just disappear and never come back.
After the ceremony, we had the reception in the backyard. Everyone was having a good time, laughing and drinking. But I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it. I was just counting down the seconds until I could leave.
Suddenly, Ben leaned over to me and whispered, "I'm going to fuck your ex-wife tonight. I'm going to make her forget she ever knew you.... But, I am also going to help her set up a gangbang like she used to do before she met you, Dad. Your ex, my new wife, is going to go back to some of her old ways, Father. She is going to make some porno again!" I felt nauseous but there was nothing I could do. The two of them had drunk the Pussy Poison and it was irreversible. The wedding was a blur of champagne and laughter, but all I could focus on was the way Emily’s eyes kept drifting to Ben, the way her fingers lingered on his arm, the way she bit her lip when he whispered something in her ear. The way she looked at him was the way a woman looks at a man she can’t wait to fuck.
And then, when the reception was over, when the guests had finally left, when the house was empty except for the three of us and the film crew, that’s when it really began. There were two cameramen and the director, but in addition there were for male porn stars: two black men, one white guy and one asian. The "script" called for Emily - my beautiful ex, to be gang-banged.
Emily led Ben to the bedroom, her hips swaying in that tight white dress, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor.
The cameras were rolling, Connor’s voice crackling through the speakers, directing them like a pornographic Shakespeare.
"Ben, I want you to take her like you own her," Connor said, his voice thick with lust. "Fuck her like she’s yours. Make her scream."
Ben didn’t need to be told twice. The moment the door closed behind them, he was on her, his hands gripping her waist, his mouth crushing against hers. Emily moaned into his kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The wedding dress was already ruined, the delicate fabric tearing as Ben yanked it down, exposing her bare breasts.
Her nipples were hard, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he squeezed them, his fingers rough and demanding. "Fuck, Mom," he growled, his mouth moving to her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. "You're so fucking hot. I can't wait to fuck you in front of everyone."
Emily moaned, her head falling back as he sucked on her neck, his hands roaming over her body. "Yes, baby," she whimpered. "Fuck me. Fuck me like you own me."
Ben's hands moved down to her hips, lifting her up and slamming her against the wall.
Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, her lips meeting his in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Connor's voice crackled over the speakers, "That's it, Ben. Fuck your Mom! Show your dad how it's done!"
Ben broke the kiss, breathing heavily against her neck. "You're mine, Mom," he growled. "You're my fucking property now."
Emily moaned, her head falling back against the wall, her eyes closed in ecstasy. "Yes, Ben. I'm yours. Your mother AND your wife. Your lover AND your concubine!" Ben grunted as his cock slid in and out of her pussy.
"Yes, baby," Emily moaned, her back arching as he pounded into her. "I'm all yours. Your wife, your lover, and your concubine."
Ben pulled out of her suddenly, causing her to moan in protest. He spun her around, bent her over the bed, and slapped her ass hard. "I want you gang-banged, Mom. Show my Dad how you gang-bang!" Ben growled, his cock already dripping with pre-cum as he positioned himself behind her. "You're gonna take all of us, Mom. Every last inch."
Emily moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets as she spread her legs wider, her pussy glistening with arousal. "I want them all. I want to be filled up by every one of them."
The director called, and the four porn stars filed in, their cocks already hard and ready. The two black men were massive, their dicks thick and veiny, while the white guy and the Asian were slightly smaller but still impressive.
They all had hungry looks in their eyes as they stared at Emily, their cocks already rock hard and eager.
"Fuck, look at her," one of the black guys said, his voice thick with lust. "That's one fine-looking Japanese-American pussy right there."
Emily smiled and wiggled her ass at them, her pussy dripping with anticipation. "Come on, boys," she purred. "Don't make me beg. Just fuck me already."
They didn't need to be told twice.
The four men moved in on Emily like a pack of wolves, their cocks leading the way. They surrounded her on the bed, their hands roaming over her body as they each took a turn kissing and caressing her.
Ben watched, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he saw his mother being touched and pawed at by other men. He felt a mix of jealousy and arousal, but ultimately, the sight of her being pleasured by others turned him on even more.
One of the black guys, the one with the massive cock, pushed his way to the front and climbed onto the bed.
He positioned himself between Emily's legs, his dark skin a stark contrast to her pale, supple body. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, coating himself in her juices before sliding into her with a grunt.
"Fuck, she's tight," he groaned, his hips moving slowly at first, allowing Emily to adjust to his size.
Emily moaned, her body arching as he filled her, her eyes closed in ecstasy. "That's it, baby. Fuck me. Stretch me out with that big black cock."
Ben watched, his own cock aching with jealousy and desire.