The Heart System

Chapter 293: Chapter 293

I unbuckled my pants with one hand, the other still fisted in Carrie’s hair. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, the head already slick with pre-cum. Carrie gasped, her half-lidded eyes widening for a split second as she stared at it, her mouth parting like she couldn’t help herself.

I glanced up and caught Tom standing there in the corner, his pants tented with a pathetic little bulge. His small dick was clearly hard, the loser getting off on watching his own mother kneel for me.

I shook my head, disgusted, and focused back on Carrie. ”Look at your son over there, getting hard watching this. Pathetic family, huh?”

She didn’t answer, just stared at my cock like she’d never seen one before. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small bottle of Sensual Massage Oil from the shop. Popped the cap and poured a thick stream right over my shaft, the warm, slick liquid coating every inch, making it gleam under the living room lights.

”Suck it,” I ordered, voice low and rough.

Carrie hesitated for half a second, then her hands wrapped around the base. The second her fingers made contact with the oil-slicked skin, she moaned quietly, a shudder running through her body. Her eyes glazed over even more, Pleasure 25 kicking in hard, amplified by the oil. She leaned in, nose pressing to my shaft, inhaling deep like it was the best scent she’d ever smelled. ”Oh god... what is that...”

”Shut up and suck, bitch,” I snarled, grabbing the back of her head and forcing her mouth onto me.

She opened wide, taking the head past her lips, tongue swirling instantly like she was starving for it. I thrust forward, not giving her time to adjust, shoving half my length down her throat. She gagged, eyes watering, but didn’t pull back—couldn’t, with the oil and my skill overwhelming her senses. Her hands gripped my thighs, nails digging in as she started bobbing, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing.

”Fuck, look at you,” I growled, holding her head steady and fucking her mouth in short, rough strokes. ”Sucking my cock like the desperate whore you are. Your son’s watching, Carrie. He’s getting off on seeing his mommy choke on the dick that ruined his life.”

Tom whimpered from the corner, hand twitching toward his pants like he wanted to jerk off but was too scared. ”M-Mother... stop...”

I laughed, cold and mean, thrusting deeper, making Carrie gag again. Spit bubbled at the corners of her mouth, drooling down her chin onto her expensive dress. ”Hear that? Your son’s begging you to stop, but you’re too cock-hungry to listen. What kind of mother are you, Carrie? Kneeling here, letting me use your throat like a fleshlight.”

She moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. Her eyes rolled back a little, the oil making every touch electric, Pleasure 25 turning her into a mess of need. She sucked harder, tongue pressing against the underside, trying to take more even as she gagged and coughed.

I backhanded her lightly across the cheek—not hard, just enough to make her gasp and clench her throat around me. ”That’s it, take it deeper. Show Tom how a real man gets treated. Look at him, Carrie. Look at your son while you swallow my cock.”

She turned her head slightly, eyes watering, mouth full, and Tom made a strangled sound, his small dick visibly twitching in his pants.

”You’re pathetic, Tom,” I said, thrusting harder, making Carrie’s throat bulge. ”Watching your mom get face-fucked and getting hard from it. No wonder Kim left you—you couldn’t satisfy a fucking fleshlight.”

Carrie gagged louder, tears streaming, but her hips rocked like she was getting off on the humiliation. I grabbed her hair with both hands and started skull-fucking her for real—deep, rough strokes that hit the back of her throat every time, balls slapping her chin. Spit flew, soaking her dress, making her makeup run in black streaks.

”Choke on it, you rich bitch,” I snarled. ”This is what happens when you threaten me. You get used like the cumdump you are. Tom, watch closely—this is how you treat a whore like your mother.”

Tom was openly rubbing himself now, face red, eyes glued to the scene. Carrie moaned again, the sound vibrating all the way down my shaft, her throat relaxing just enough to take me deeper.

I felt it building, balls tightening. ”Gonna cum down your throat, Carrie. Swallow every drop like the obedient dog you are.”

She hummed in response, sucking harder.

One last deep thrust and I exploded. Thick ropes shot straight down her throat, pulse after pulse, flooding her until she was choking on it. Cum bubbled from her nose, leaked from the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed frantically, eyes rolling back from the overload.

When the last spurt hit, I held her there, nose pressed to my pelvis, making her take it all.

Finally, I pulled out with a wet pop. She gasped, coughing, cum and spit dripping down her chin.

But I wasn’t done.

I shoved her back with my foot, dick still in her mouth, pushing her toward the coffee table. She scrambled, back hitting the edge, head falling back onto the glass top, body arched awkwardly over it.

I stepped forward, put one foot on the table beside her head, and shoved my cock back into her mouth.

Then I started fucking her throat like I hated her.

Hard, rough thrusts, balls slapping her forehead, spit flying everywhere. I spit on her face, slapped her cheek lightly with my free hand, then harder when she moaned around me.

”That’s it, take it, you worthless bitch,” I snarled. ”This is what you get for threatening Kim. For thinking you could control me. Choke on it. Gag like the pathetic whore you are.”

Carrie gagged with every thrust, tears streaming, makeup a ruined mess, but her body arched up, hips rolling like she was getting off on the degradation. Pleasure 25 and the oil had her completely overwhelmed, body betraying her mind.

Tom was jerking off openly now, small dick in hand, watching his mother get throat-fucked like a ragdoll.

”Look at your son,” I laughed, slamming deep. ”Jerking his tiny cock while I use your throat. What a family.”

Carrie moaned around me, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. I slapped her face again, spit on her forehead, and kept pounding, the coffee table creaking under the force.

I thrust harder into Carrie’s throat, one foot planted on the coffee table for leverage, her head and back arched awkwardly over the edge, tits heaving with every brutal pump.

”Your girlfriend... and now your mommy,” I sneered, looking straight at Tom in the corner. ”It’s all mine now, Tom. Every hole in your family belongs to me.”

Tom whimpered, hand frozen on his pathetic little bulge, face red with shame and something worse.

Carrie gagged around my cock, spit bubbling from her lips, but her hips rolled like she couldn’t help it. She was soaked—I could see the dark stain spreading on her expensive dress between her thighs.

I yanked the neckline of her dress down hard, fabric ripping slightly as her heavy tits spilled free. No bra, nipples pink and stiff. I pinched one viciously, twisting until she screamed around my shaft, the vibration shooting straight to my balls.

Her teeth grazed me in the spasm. I pinched harder, grinding the bud between my fingers.

”Watch those teeth, bitch,” I growled. ”Or I’ll rip this nipple off.”

The pain, the oil, Pleasure 25—it all hit her at once. Carrie’s body seized violently, a muffled scream came down my cock as she came untouched, pussy clenching on nothing, thighs slamming together while her hips bucked wildly. Cum and spit mixed, dripping from her chin as she convulsed.

”Look at that,” I laughed, thrusting deeper. ”Coming just from getting your throat fucked and your tits tortured. What a desperate, filthy whore. Your son’s watching you squirt like a cheap slut, Carrie.”

I slapped one exposed tit hard, the crack loud, flesh jiggling and turning red. Then I spat on her face, a thick glob landing on her cheek and sliding down toward her ear.

She moaned, broken and needy, even as tears streamed.

I kept pumping my hips, relentless, balls slapping her face.

”Take it all, bitch,” I snarled. ”Take it all. I told you you’d regret it. Now fucking TAKE IT!”

I slammed deep one last time and came with a load groan. Thick ropes shot straight down her throat, pulse after pulse, flooding her until she choked. Cum burst from her nose in white streams, bubbling as she tried to pull back, coughing desperately around my cock.

I held her there, hand fisted in her hair, forcing her to take every drop.

”That’s it,” I rasped, voice wrecked. ”Such a good slut. Take it all in. Yeah. Good girl. Good girl.”

Only when she was shaking and limp did I finally pull out. She gasped, coughing, cum and spit pouring from her mouth and nose, face a ruined mess.

I rested my slick cock on her forehead, heavy and throbbing. Carrie’s eyes crossed trying to look at it, dazed and overwhelmed.

I rubbed my balls slowly across her cum-smeared face, spreading the mess, then glanced at Tom.

”Good view there, Tom?”

He didn’t say a word, just stared, hand still on his crotch, face pale.

My cock throbbed once against Carrie’s skin.

”Good. I wasn’t done with this bitch anyway.”

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