Lord of the realm Chapter 271: Cheating on her wife

He withdrew his hand only to untuck his towel, letting it fall away.

His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, the shaft ridged with prominent veins pulsing with his heartbeat, the bulbous head glistening with precum. It throbbed in the cool night air, of enough girthy promise and hard enough to hit all the right spots.

She couldn’t help but glance down when she felt his hard dick pressed into her belly and thighs.

Martha’s eyes widened, her breath catching at the sight. He gripped her thigh, lifting it to hook around his hip, positioning himself at her entrance.

With one smooth thrust, he sank into her, inch by veiny inch, parting her walls until he bottomed out.

MMHHHH!!!!!

She squealed, the sound high and ecstatic, muffled against his shoulder as her body adjusted to the fullness. He was massive, stretching her to her limits, the veins dragging deliciously along her sensitive inner flesh. Pain mingled with pleasure as her pussy fluttered around him, gripping tight. "Oh God, Jaenor... too big," she gasped, but her legs wrapped tighter, pulling him deeper.

He didn’t move at first, letting her acclimate, his hands firm on her hips, holding her pinned against the railing.

The birch trees rustled below, silver leaves catching moonlight, indifferent witnesses.

Then he began to fuck her, standing there on the balcony, slow and deep. Each thrust was measured, pulling out until only the head remained, then slamming home, his balls slapping her ass. The angle hit her g-spot perfectly, building a fire in her belly. She clawed at his back, nails leaving red welts that healed instantly, lost in ecstatic pleasure. Her world narrowed to the slide of his thick cock, the way it filled her pletely, veins pulsing against her walls.

"Mom," he breathed into her ear, biting the lobe again, thrusting harder.

"Feel me. All for you."

AHHH!!! Mhhh! AHHH!!!

Her squeals turned to moans, her head thrown back, breasts heaving under her dress. Juices slicked their joining, dripping down her thighs; the wet sounds were obscene in the night air.

Suddenly, noises from below—footsteps on the stairs, Kate’s voice calling softly, "Martha? Everything okay up there?"

Martha, who was lost in the world of ectasy, suddenly came back to reality and heard the voice of Kate calling her repeatedly.

Panic flashed through her, guilt surging like ice water.

"Inside," Martha hissed urgently, even as her pussy clenched around him, unwilling to let go. "Take me inside. Now."

She was afraid but not enough to let go of the hard dick stretching her pussy. She wanted to feel it more, the long, hot cock inside her.

Jaenor didn’t hesitate.

With his dick still buried deep, he lifted her effortlessly, strong hands cupping under her thighs, spreading her wide.

She locked her ankles behind his back, impaled on his length, as he carried her through the balcony doors into the bedroom. Each step jostled him inside her, the motion rubbing her clit against his base, drawing fresh whimpers. Kate’s footsteps paused at the stairs, then retreated, none the wiser.

He kicked the bedroom door shut and veered into the adjoining bathroom, the marble cool underfoot. Spotting the vanity sink—wide, sturdy, with a thick edge—he set her down on it, her ass perched on the cold porcelain. Her dress hiked up around her waist, legs splayed obscenely, his cock slipping out just enough to make her whine in protest.

He gripped her thighs, pushing them back toward her chest, folding her nearly in half. The mirror behind reflected them: her flushed face and wild hair; his chiseled form, muscles rippling as he aligned and thrust back in.

The new position was devastating.

He fucked her thoroughly now, hips snapping with relentless power, cock pistoing in and out. The veiny shaft gleamed with her cream, stretching her pink folds with every plunge. Her tits bounced free as he yanked the dress down, exposing them—full, heavy, with nipples diamond-hard. He latched onto one, sucking hard while his thumb found her clit, rubbing furious circles.

Martha was lost; guilt drowned in bliss.

"Yes, fuck your mom... harder!" she cried, the taboo words spilling unbidden. She liked being his mom and being called as mom turned her on more than she could think of.

The sink rattled under them, toiletries clattering to the floor. His balls slapped her ass rhythmically, the lewd symphony echoing off the tiles. Sweat beaded on his brow, dripping onto her skin, mixing with hers.

Her orgasm crashed first, a white-hot explosion. Walls convulsed around his cock, milking him, squirting clear fluid that soaked his groin and the sink. She screamed, her body seizing, vision blurring as waves of ecstasy ripped through her.

Jaenor followed, burying deep with a primal roar. His thick shaft swelled, veins throbbing as he erupted—hot jets of cum flooding her, pulse after pulse, overflowing to drip onto the counter. He ground against her, prolonging their peaks, until they both shuddered to a stillness.

Jaenor moved back slightly, his hands still around her, his gaze locked with her eyes. He was smiling, an actual smile since the time they met, and Martha felt her heart swell as she watched him. But that didn’t last long.

Panting, Martha felt reality slam back.

Guilt twisted like a knife—Kate’s face flashed in her mind, the life she was betraying.

With a sob, she pushed at his chest, pulling herself off his still-hard cock with a wet pop.

Cum gushed from her, trailing down her thighs, but she ignored it, yanking her dress into place.

"I... I can’t," she stammered, eyes averted, cheeks burning with shame.

She fled the bathroom, the bedroom, and down the hall—barefoot, disheveled, the taste of him lingering on her lips.

Jaenor stood alone in the bathroom, cock glistening, watching her go.

The mirror reflected his eyes, stormy with unresolved hunger.

She would return.

But for now, the night held its breath, cracks in the world widening further.

Downstairs, Kate glanced up at the hurried footsteps, brow furrowing.

"Martha?"

Martha burst into the living room, forcing a smile, legs still weak, pussy aching with aftershocks. "Just... needed some air," she lied, collapsing onto the couch beside her wife.

Kate pulled her close, oblivious, while Dane and Sofia were lost in their own world and their gazes were going up towards the upstairs where Jaenor was.

Inside, Martha burned—guilt warring with craving.

"Mom."

The word haunted her, making her thighs clench anew.

Wrong, so wrong.

But she couldn’t say no, not to him.

Jaenor lit another cigarette on the balcony, smoke curling into the night.

The house settled into uneasy quiet, bonds fracturing and reforming in the dark.