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Outside it was a typical hot, humid, Florida afternoon in early July, but it was cool and comfortable in the air conditioned Palm Beach mansion of the multi-millionaire, William C. Whether William Decker might have otherwise shed his Hispanic wife was an open question, but the arrival of a son made all the difference.

Arnold was to have everything his father could provide, and that included a full-time live-in biological mother to raise him. They had arrived only the day before for a summer vacation visit. How could such disreputable young men be from an expensive and presumably prestigious private school?

Evita sometimes asked herself the same question about her own son. The Sullivan College Preparatory School for Young Gentlemen had accepted Arnold despite his academic failures and behavioral malfeasance. Her three guests certainly seem to confirm that suspicion. The language from the other side of the coffee table was straight out of the gutter.

None of the boys seemed to care in the least that a lady was present and listening to their foul mouths. All of them, including her own son, peppered their sentences with the f-word.

At first glance the scion of the Decker family would have seemed to have little in common with his three friends. For one thing he was clean shaven, his hair was cut short, he was dressed in pants that fit, and he was better looking. Indeed, Arnold Decker was quite handsome with dark hair, a straight patrician nose, a chiseled chin, and 6 feet of muscular frame.

Given a closer look, however, he fit in quite well with his classmates. His language was quite as vulgar as theirs, and he was every bit the same breed of egotistical self-centered bully obsessed with sex. For all of his 18 years Arnold had been doted over by his wealthy father willing to excuse his son of anything, however reprehensible or even criminal his behavior. That the boy had matured into something of a spoiled, arrogant, bully was not at all unpredictable even though his father did not seem to notice.

This afternoon, however, Arnold was unusually passive, only occasionally offering a comment. He seemed distracted, hardly aware of the ongoing conversation. A coy smile never left his face as if he was listening to a joke that no one else could hear. Evita wondered if he was high on something. If so it would not have been the first time. Evita was decidedly nervous and uncomfortable about the situation in which she found herself.

The vulgar language and ribald conversation was embarrassing and distressing to her. Evita was certain each boy was undressing her in his mind, imagining what she might look like sprawled naked on the floor with her legs spread, ready to be raped.

Evita shuddered. It was not a comforting thought. As the afternoon wore on Evita became more and more uneasy until finally she found herself on the edge of panic. Several times she gave some excuse to leave, but Arnold would not allow her to go. To have lost control over her own home was frightening, all the more so because Arnold seemed to have no boundaries, no restraints, when it came to this own pleasure. That smug smile across his face scared her. What did he have in mind? She was not long in finding out.

Out-of-the-blue Arnold brought the ongoing thread of conversation to an abrupt halt with a brusque order. For just a moment, the older woman fidgeted nervously with the string of pearls around her neck, desperately stalling for time to think. She had every reason to be.

Her husband had left the day before, on an extended business trip to Europe, and he expected to be away for a month. Evita had been angry and hurt that he refused to take her along. It was for a bit of revenge that a horny, intoxicated, and foolish wife had invited her son into her bed. That had been a terrible mistake. Anytime she did not grant his every wish, he would threaten to tell his father was a slut she was, even to do so immediately by wire to Europe. Not satisfied to merely fuck her, the price for his silence was her total and absolute submission.

Evita had become the sex slave of her own son. As it suited him, even in the wee hours incest sex slaves the morning, he would awaken her and order her to service the rampant hard-on that seemed to be a permanent part of his anatomy. Evita had tried her best to resist.

She understood quite well what she was being forced to do was both immoral and unlawful, but then how could she do otherwise? Yet, were things actually that simple?

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Was it only her fear of exposure that kept her legs spread, and her pussy available, for the pleasure of her incestuous paramour? Evita could not be sure.

Even though that it might be true made Evita feel guilty, there was good reason to ask the question. She had never before experienced the kind of soul shattering sex she was having with her son. He never failed to light a fire in her pussy, and she consistently responded to him with orgasms that were infinitely more intense, and more pleasurable, than any she had ever enjoyed before. Even when Arnold butt fucked her, his cock was an addictive drug to her. She had never considered anal sex before. She had thought of it as too painful and degrading to be enjoyable to a woman. It took only one night for Arnold to prove to her how wrong she had been.

After that lesson, she would beg him quite shamelessly to fuck her ass. The words of her pitiful pleas still rang in her ears, a recording she could not erase. Arnold was a dominating lover, one who enjoyed humbling and humiliating his women, and who did so regularly to his mother with a special cruelty. True, her sexuality fed upon her submission to his abuse, but she was frightened, frightened of her inability to resist him, frightened that she was truly the slut her son so often called her. Why stand up? What dirty shameful performance did he have in mind for her this afternoon?

Whatever it was, he had forced her to grovel at his feet too many times for her to expect any mercy. The incest sex slaves boys on the other side of the coffee table leaned forward, hardly breathing, as if waiting with anticipation for something Evita could only guess.

She shuddered at the expressions she saw on their faces. These were not guests! These were predators! Predators on the hunt for female flesh! Would Arnold feed hers to their evil lusts? Evita Decker was no longer young. Her buttocks were broader now, and her breasts more full, as befitted a mature woman who had born two children.

She had struggled hard against the erosion of time, however, and for the most part she had kept her weight down. True, her body had changed some, but her legs were still long and well shaped, and her muscles were firm and supple from a regular regimen of exercise at the gym. All in all, despite her 43 years, Evita Decker still had a shape that most women of any age would be pleased to own.

Nor was her body her only asset.

With a little help from her hair dresser, her short bobbed hair was still jet black, and it framed a pretty face with the perfect pale skin, high cheek bones, and flashing black eyes she had inherited from her Spanish ancestors. Overall she was a striking woman who could have passed for 10 years younger. Now I want them to see for themselves, in the flesh. Please Arnold! Tears welled up in her eyes. What kind of a monster had she borne and raised? They have already seen the pictures.

God yes! Certainly she remembered those awful pictures. Oh yes! Each photograph was as clear in her mind as if the offending images had been spread on the coffee table before her.

In the first set of four or five Evita was naked and astride her nude son, sliding her wet glistening pussy up and down over his hard upright penis. They say pictures do not lie. Her eyes were glassy, her mouth agape, and the blank expression on her face confessed to the paralyzing passion that gripped her.

Beyond any doubt, this was a woman in heat, a wanton slut enjoying every inch of the male erection that filled her pussy to the brim.