Chapter 2.

Days had passed since Miranda had voluntarily gone over to her son's house one night and they were about to have sex. She continued to maintain her role as the perfect wife, but inside her personality was starting to rot. She knew very well that her son was a pervert driven by a desire for possession, but she herself was no different.

In the mornings, small and risky touches and kisses took place between them, which only the two of them knew about because Paul's father was always snowed in at work. The woman had no idea what her son had in store for that day. After her husband went to work and they were left alone, Paul got up from the table and put his plate of cereal in the sink. "Get up!" He said in a commanding voice. Miranda was a little surprised by the sudden change in style. "But I'm still eating, I haven't finished." Paul just took the breakfast from his mother and poured it down the drain. "Hey, my breakfast!"

"Shut up, you slut!" Paul growled, which scared the woman. "I said breakfast is over, and if I said breakfast is over, then it's over, okay?"

"Yes, I understand." Miranda said while looking at the white stone.

"Great, I'm glad we understood each other! By the way, what the fuck are you wearing a robe for, take it off, a slut doesn't wear clothes!"

Paul's aggressive words hit the woman in the heart, this was a new level compared to before. This was the day that the woman could only wear something on her if her son wanted it or her husband was home. "I have a task for you." And he handed the woman some bikinis and a pair of stilettos.

"What should I do with these, what are you planning to do?"

"Just do what I tell you, when you're done come out to the pool!"

A few minutes later Miranda came out in a black bikini set that was too small for her breasts because they were so big they almost popped out of her. She moved quite deftly in the stilettos, even though she had no practice in them. Paul ordered the woman to immerse herself in the water, which made her feel uneasy. When she came to the surface of the water, her son was standing naked on the edge of the pool with a phone in his hand.

"Paul, are you filming me now?"

"Exactly, I thought I'd show it to a few people or more." He said with a sick laugh. "Get out of the water and get your breasts out!"

The humiliation and vulnerability both angered and excited the woman. Deep down, she wanted to yell at her son, but she knew it was pointless and she would probably end up in the worst. She pulled her bikini top aside, revealing her huge breasts. Paul forgot for a moment what he was doing, his penis was getting hard. "Shake it, start shaking your tits! Repeat after me, I'm a shameless slut!"

Miranda had a lump in her throat, but she had to obey. "I'm a slut, a shameless slut."

"Great, that's how it's done, now come down and suck my cock!"

This wasn't the first time the woman had sucked her son or her husband, but she had never done it in front of a camera. It felt dirty and servile, but it still gave her something she had been missing from her flat sex life. Paul's cock filled his mother's mouth as the boy held on tightly to his mother's head.

Paul turned his mother onto her back and pulled down her bikini bottom. "Play with yourself!"

The woman bit her lips and with the hand that had the ring on it, he fingered her clitoris in a nice, sloppy way. "Ohmmm"

Paul helped his mother with his hands and tongue to bring her to the top. Her legs were shaking, her juices were flowing over the edge of the swimming pool. The woman was half-stupefied, but Paul wasn't done yet, spreading her legs apart, aggressively penetrating her with his big cock and like an impatient beast, he began to thrash her mother's pussy. Their bodies moved rhythmically as they experienced forbidden deviant pleasure that the world would despise.

Paul thrust hard into his mother's pussy. "Ahhm, it's all yours, mom!" Miranda wanted to scream with pleasure, but she knew that since they were outside by the pool, the neighbors would easily hear, so Paul covered her mother's mouth.

Paul's flaccid cock slid neatly out of her wet and slippery pussy. He looked at his mother's tired body with satisfaction and wiped his own face.

"Where did you learn this, I mean how can you fuck like that?" Miranda asked in amazement.

Paul took a sip from his water bottle as he was about to laugh at the question while drinking.

"Not only my girlfriends, but Aunt Betty taught me well."

"Betty... you fucked my sister!?" The woman's voice snapped.

"Hey hey, take it back, I don't like that tone! It's lucky I'm tired, but don't want me to punish you any more today! Yes, I fucked your sister, not once, but, well, a lot of times." Paul laughed.

"But still, how could you do this to her?"

"Why not? She's still more honest than you, because at least she admitted that she's a whore, you still think you're moral."

"I... I don't know, it's complicated."

"Haha! Sure, you just weren't into my dad's dick enough. Why do you think I went to Betty's every summer or other break? Simple. To fuck her. Why do you think she still doesn't have a husband?"

"Because she hasn't found a suitable partner."

Paul started laughing even louder, risking the neighbors hearing him.

"God, you're so stupid. Not because she hasn't found a man. It's because she's found too many."

Miranda could hardly believe her ears, suddenly shocked by the news about her sister and a little wet again. Paul noticed this.

"Didn't I just excite you by telling you that?"

Miranda tried to hide her excitement, but it didn't work. "Yes." She answered quietly and shyly.

"Then I guess it's time to visit Aunt Betty soon.