Chapter 98 Drill Mama's Hole (R18)

A wide smile graced my lips as I felt the challenge from this session.

"What's your name?" I whispered into her ears.

"Celia! Mistress Celia!!" She replied with a gasp.

I shook my head "No, I know that this is not your real name. I want to know your real name".

A feeling of uncertainty drowned her. I could tell that she is torn between sharing her real identity with a stranger or not.

She groaned in confusion before sighing extravagantly.

"For now, just call me Mistress Celia. After we are done, I will tell you my real name" She responded "It's the least I could do after this amazing night".

Her response disappointed me. But, I still had a pussy under me to pound.

"Alright" I said, and nodded my head in response "But, I am not going to call you Mistress Celia or even Celia".

She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"I am in the mood for a role play. So from now on, I will address you as a mother, while you either address me as son or master" I added. I watched as her eyes slowly widened in understanding before my dick was clenched tighter by her pussy walls.

It seems that I wasn't the only one in the mood for a mother-son fetish.

…....…..

"Alright" She responded. She didn't know what came over her.

"I am surprised that you agreed to it instantly" He replied.

Inwardly she agreed. From the beginning, she could already tell that she was a few decades years older than the man shoving his dick in her vagina. But after feeling the sensual rollercoaster he had taken her to, she became a bit excited.

If it were before, she would have immediately shut down his proposal, but after having her clothed ass being rammed as a dick stroke her ass cheeks, while she cummed from only his fingers, she didn't have any other reservation to refuse as everything had been washed away together with her successive orgasm.

"The more you talk, the more my reasons for agreeing will similarly turn disagreeable" She replied. In truth, she was lying. Lying to him and also herself.

Her wings were already spread high in heaven and if he could take her any higher..... If he could pull her more into the deepest parts of heaven, then, who was she to say no?

"Okay" He smiled, and replied "Let's get started then".

Regardless, the thought of a younger man fucking and bringing her this much pleasure made her vagina excrete more of its juices.

She was wet. Wet and horny!!

"Pahh~~ Pahhh~~~"

On top of the corner of the kingsize bed, she laid on her back, her legs spread wide open and her hands gripping tightly unto his back.

As he hammered her pussy faster, pumping his semen into her vagina after several thrusts, his hands played with her motherly breast and nipples while simultaneously stimulating the tip of her pussy with his fingers.

All the while, her pussy tightened, clenching tightly against his dick while his balls repeatedly slapped her ass cheeks along with his thrust that sent waves of ripples across her ass.

"Son!! No… N-No. We shouldn't be doing this. You are my son. What would they think?…. What would others think if they see you riding your mother's ass without restraint?" She spoke with uncertainty and fear. She moaned with an insatiable lust that laced her words with deceit.

In response, Prince Wyat smiled.

'This woman' He thought. Instantly, he shook his head and spoke "Don't worry about it mother, let the neighbours and anybody else that wants to see, watch. Besides, I am sure that they will be ashamed that a young man is outperforming them in a role that they can't even give their wives….".

Her vagina clenched, forcing him to moan for a second before he resumed his onslaught.

"Besides, aren't I adopted? So that means that I am not related to you by blood. And to me mother, that also means that I can make you my woman" He whispered.

"FUCK!!!" Prince Wyatt screamed with a wide-eyed expression on his face.

'This pussy' He thought.

Feeling the need to change positions, he grabbed her and flipped her over, arranging her large ass in front of him, before pounding her pussy for the umpteenth time.

"Pah~ Pah~ Oh~ Uh~~ Pahh~~"

"Now, call me master" He said, raising her right leg for easier penetration and biting her earlobes, sending a tingling spine-chilling sensation through her body.

"So.." Celia whimpered.

"PAH!" A wide red palm print was imprinted on her ass.

"AHH!!" Celia screamed in pain and pleasure. She couldn't understand what was happening, every pain she felt now turned to pleasure, and every pleasure she felt was like a heavenly-induced sensation.

"Are you deaf? It's like I will have to train you properly like a bitch. From now on, I am no longer your son, call me master" He spoke, after refilling his lungs with air. The sex was also getting to him, and he would be lying denied that the experienced wasn't thrilling.

"Pah~~ Pah~~~ Pahh~~"

Calling a high-ranking woman with a well-known establishment that had probably helped her to gain several connections among the upper class 'mother', as he rode her vagina, making her call him 'master; while she played along and called him 'son' felt wrong.

It was weird and all shades of wrong. And because it was wrong…

"Haaa…." Hot breath escaped his mouth.

Because it was wrong, he loved it!!

Just the sheer depravity and perverse fetish toppled on top of each other with his partner screaming out in their shared lust was amazing.

"MaSter.." Her voice was unsteady. "Master!" She recognised her mistake and made her words firmer. "MASTER!!" She felt another hot trial of semen shooting up towards her womb.

"Pah~~Pah~~"

"MJMMAASEEERR" She surrendered. Her body went limp and her tongue rolled out of her mouth.

"Pah~~"

"MASEER!!" There was no other need to fight or deceive herself any longer when her body was already speaking the truth for itself.

Feeling what was happening, Prince Wyatt sheathed Celia's vagina with his penis for the umpteenth time and blasted his semen deep inside her with a roar, marking the end of their session.

She collapsed on top of the bed, while he collapsed on top of her. He pulled his dick from her semen-drooling hole and turned to the other side, resting his body on the bed beside Celia.

"Is it o-ver?" Celia asked, albeit with some difficulty in her voice.

Prince Wyatt raised a brow. The fact that she was still awake and could speak made him surprised.

Feeling his partner rising again, he turned his head to the side and grabbed one of the worker's uniform that wasn't yet torn in shreds and threw it to Celia's side.

"Wear that. I want to see what you look like in your workers half naked uniform. We are going for another round" He said.

Celia snapped her head to his side and look his face. Catching a glance at a pillar below his body, she gulped.

…...

"Why does my life have to become like this now?" Clara said, sighing in defeat as she hide under a box in the kitchen on Prince Wyatt's ship.

"It didn't have to be like this, why? Where did it go wrong?"

Although, she knew the answers to her questions, but, sometimes, there was some kind of frustration building within her heart that she needed to voice out, and release.

One such instance, was now.

'Nonetheless, I was still able to escape from his ship She thought, remembering how many hours she had to plan and the manner in which she executed it.

It was a dangerous move, but still, she made it out alive and safe. And although, she didn't know if Captain Crimson eye would harm her, but his actions and the way he treated her felt weird. Her instincts warned her to leave, and as a powerless individual who had relied on it up till this moment, so she listened and fled.

And now --

Now she was on another ship that is owned by a person she knew really wants to kill her and is out for her blood.

How ironic!!

"Clang…"

Her ears twitched. She turned her attention to the side, towards the sound of the object.

"Cling!! Clang!!" Her body was seized in alertness. There was someone, or maybe, some people in the kitchen.

A frown appeared on her face as she knew that where she was hiding wasn't exactly the most subtle place because of the kitchen's narrow space, and anybody could find her just by pushing the box out of the way.

Footsteps. She could then footsteps walking towards her.

"Don't these guys know how to keep the kitchen clean? Just look at this mess" A familiar masculine voice entered her ears. And from the direction of the voice, she could tell that it was above her.

"Hah.." Her breathing hitched. She was about to be caught.