Chapter 272: Chapter 272: The Prime Cut
Helen let out a low, vibrant laugh that vibrated against Alexander’s chest, her mature hips shifting backwards to grind against his groin.
"Now it’s time for the main course," said Helen, her voice dropping into a sultry whisper as she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. "I didn’t get enough earlier. And to be honest... I knew she was watching us from the bathroom the whole time. It turns me on hard to be observed."
Alexander raised an eyebrow, a dark smirk touching his lips as he tightened his grip on her waist. "You’re full of surprises tonight, Helen. Where did you learn to handle things like this?"
"Well, I was young once too, you know," said Helen, a wicked, knowing flash in her eyes as she leaned back pressuring his chest. "Experience doesn’t just fall from the sky, dear."
Amy was still wiped out on the other side of the sofa, her breathing shallow as she watched them with half-lidded eyes paralyzed by the raw exhibition of her mother’s uninhibited side.
Helen didn’t wait for him to reply. She pivoted her body with grace, shifting until she was on all fours on the plush carpet right in front of the sofa. She arched her lower back pushing her massive, mature ass high into the air, her sapphire hair cascading over her shoulders. Her dripping, swollen opening was exposed begging for him to return.
"Don’t make me wait, Alex," muttered Helen, her fingers digging into the carpet fibers as she looked back at him, her lips wet. "Come and show me if that energy carries over to the bedroom."
Alexander slid off the sofa, his thick, throbbing length slicked with their combined fluids. He stepped behind her, his large hands anchoring firmly onto the flare of her mature hips. Without a trace of hesitation, he leaned his weight forward and drove his entire length inside her core with one ruthless stroke.
Slick!
"Ah! God, Alex!" Helen cried out, her head snapping back as her internal walls clamped down around him like a burning vice.
He didn’t give her a second to adjust. Alexander began to plow into her with a savage, unrelenting cadence. The wet, loud clacking of their flesh echoed sharply through the dark penthouse suite, an aggressive rhythm that had Helen’s heavy breasts swaying beneath her.
"Fuck, Helen," growled Alexander, his pace turning brutal as he leaned down, biting into the soft skin of her shoulder while his hands left red marks on her thighs. "For a woman who talks so much about experience, your pussy feels like it was made for my dick."
"Mmh! Because... because it is," Helen gasped out, her hands shaking as she tried to maintain her posture under his punishing thrusts. "Harder... do it harder, Alex! Let Amy see how a real woman takes a men!"
Alexander pulled his thick length out of her soaking wet slit, the sudden absence making Helen let out a disappointed whimper. But before she could even adjust, he shifted his weight slightly, aligning his blunt, throbbing tip against her tight, puckered anus.
He didn’t give her a warning. With one unyielding surge of his hips, Alexander drove his length into her tight, forbidden depths.
"Ah! Oh my god! Alex!" Helen shrieked, her fingers clawing into the carpet as her eyes widened in blinding shock. The sudden stretch had her body shaking, she refused to back down.
She turned her head to look right at Amy, who was watching from the sofa with wide, horrified eyes paralyzed by the sheer size of what Alexander was forcing inside her mother.
"See... see that, Amy?" Helen gasped out, forcing a strained, mocking laugh through her tight throat as Alexander began to move with a slow, agonizingly friction. "A real woman... a real woman takes her man wherever he wants it... without being a narrow little coward..."
"Shut up, Mom," Amy muttered, her face turning red, though she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the display of dominance.
Alexander smirked, his large hands gripping Helen’s waist like iron clamps. He accelerated the pace, his thrusts turning rhythmic, driving into her rear with an force that sent a brutal friction straight through her lower body.
Clack! Clack! Clack!
"Ah! Wait... Alex, wait!" Helen’s mocking tone shattered into a breathless whine as the sheer intensity of the anal penetration became too much to handle. Her mature composure dissolved into panic. "Stop... please, it’s too much... it’s too big! Mercy... give me mercy, Alex!"
"Mercy?" Alexander growled a chuckle escaping his chest as he slammed into her even harder ignoring her pleas. "A second ago you were talking about how your daughter was too weak to handle it. What happened to all that experience, Helen?"
Amy let out a sudden, spiteful laugh from the sofa, thoroughly enjoying the sight of her mother losing control and begging for a break. "Yeah, Mom! What happened to showing me how a real woman takes a men? You look pretty broken to me!"
"Shut up! Ah! Alex, please!" Helen cried out, her hips twitching as her tight walls clamped around him in desperation mastered and humbled by the relentless force of his weight.
"Alright, I’ll give you a break," said Alexander, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he ruthlessly pulled his thick length out of her tight anus with a wet pop. He stood up straight, his throbbing shaft slick and glistening in the dim light. "Now, clean it up. Suck it."
Alexander expected her to hesitate or show a hint of disgust, given where he had just been. But Helen didn’t even blink. She turned around on her knees, her sapphire hair falling back as she lunged forward, opening her mouth wide to bury his length down her throat without a second of hesitation.
Gulp...
She sucked and swirled her tongue against his shaft with a hunger, her eyes looking up at him with a wicked, triumphant glint. Alexander’s mouth fell slightly open caught off guard by her lack of shame. After a few intense strokes, Helen pulled back, letting out a wet, sultry chuckle as a thin line of saliva broke between them.
"Just this?" said Helen, wiping her lip with a mocking grin. "Please, Alex, I could eat this all day long."
She turned her head slightly, locking her violet eyes onto her daughter, who was still watching from the sofa with wide stunned eyes. Helen raised a hand, gesturing with her finger for her to come closer.
"Come here, Amy," said Helen, her voice dropping into a conspiratorial purr. "Come down here. We still need to tame this stallion if we want to keep him obsessed with us."
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