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A strong tug on her hair and Lily let him manhandle her to her knees on the carpet, her hand coming up to the waistband of his jeans, the button already unfastened, allowing her to tug them down, releasing Harry's cock, throbbing with excitement as it bounced free. There was little time to be wasted, so she caught hold of his manhood with both hands, jacking him off with spiralling strokes for a few seconds before dipping down all the way to the root of his shaft and his balls, allowing Lily to slurp her way up his cock, all the way to his cockhead, pulsing in anticipation as her tongue left a broad, glistening trail up the rock-hard pillar. She gave the camera a wink, her eyes looking past the lens to the cute assistant, whose eyes were wide at the sight, clearly not having realised what Harry was packing. Lily decided to give her something more to stare at, opening her mouth wide and engulfing her son's dick in her mouth.
Harry groaned loudly, not bothering to hide his pleasure as he massaged his mother's scalp, running his hand through her hair as she swirled her tongue around his cockhead, encouraging him with a blazing look to respond as she thrust her head down, taking him deeper and deeper into her hot, sweet mouth, his shaft draped in strings of her saliva every time it emerged from her lips. Lily was absolutely ready to spend the rest of her day in that position, kneeling in front of her son with a fat cock filling her mouth, intoxicated by the scent and taste, but between Harry and the director, she wasn't going to be allowed any such luck.
It was a simple matter for Harry of forcing her head back, stepping up until he was positioned almost vertically above the kneeling redhead, his cock still buried between her lips, slowly pushing further into the back of her mouth until she could either choke on the advancing head of his dick, or swallow his shaft whole into her throat. Lily chose the latter, her swallow audible as Harry's cock breached the entrance of her throat, hilted in her oesophagus in a single thrust, a camera focused on the bulge in her throat as his balls bounced off her chin.
"Oh, fuuuuck!" Harry threw his head back as Lily, by now, if not used to being forced to deepthroat her son's bitch-breaking shaft, at least knowing how to best please him, began to let go of her control, swallowing and choking frantically, muffled by the delicious piece of cockmeat buried in her gullet, but still loud enough for the microphones to pick up, recording the abuse her throat was being subjected to.
Lily only got a few minutes to enjoy being her son's eager blowjob fuckslut, often spending thirty seconds at a time hilted on his cock, her scarlet lipstick leaving its traces around the root of his cock. She carefully laced her hands behind her back, knowing, with a shudder of anticipation, that the coming fucking would be her reward for being a good, obedient fucktoy, almost feeling her intellect dribbling from her ears as she choked on his cock, knowing every moment was being captured digitally, her depravity soon to be published around the world. Just as well, she had every intention, once back in Britain, of sticking this, and all the other shoots she had lined up, on a playlist, so Harry could watch them, one after-another, all while she sucked him off and slurped down every drop of cum he could produce.
First though, she was owed a good, hard fucking, not to mention getting her arse deflowered as much as a girl's arse could be deflowered after spending five or six days with a nice, fat buttplug stuffed up her tight little ass. It had taken an ironclad will and quite a lot of bribery to keep Harry's hands and dick off and out of her bum for those days, and his patience had run its course. Pulling out the hot, wet grasp of Lily's throat, strings of saliva hanging off his cock, Harry wiped them off on his mother's lips, then stepped around her, and, grasping her by her fat, perky, pierced tits, forced her to her feet and bodily bent her over the arm of the sofa, allowing the cameras a good look at her dripping pussy and plugged ass.
He gave them a good show, his fingers deft and skilled as he played her like a guitar, drawing out every agonising moment of pleasure, plying her for every whimper and moan he could get before, at long last, bringing his cock, still soaked in Lily's throatslop, to the arousal-soaked lips of her pussy. One slow, sure thrust and he was buried in her cunt, the tendons in her neck visible as she threw her head back, DPd for the first time with a cock in her quim and a fat buttplug embedded in her arse, the base jostling against her son's pelvis as she rocked her hips against him, her fat, toned ass pale and smooth compared to the hard, tanned muscles of Harry's chest.
Adding to the sense of being on display to the ever-present cameras filming her defilement by her son, Harry hooked an arm under one of Lily's legs, lifting her until she was in a standing splits, her spread cunt exposed as he began fucking her with deep strokes, every thrust seeing her ass, fat and toned by an extensive fitness regimen including regular fucking by both husband and son, shake as his hips smacked into her arse, his balls slapping against her clit, jolting her anal plug every time he impaled her on his cock. Lily loved the sensation, she'd loved the idea from the moment it struck her, but the constant weight and pressure of the plug filling her asshole was one she'd come to adore, and quite frankly, she wasn't sure she would give up wearing it day-in-day-out when they returned to Britain.
Even as he was ploughing her tight cunt, Harry began playing with her buttplug again, enjoying how Lily's pussy clenched around his cock, massaging his shaft and feeling every ridge and vein being pounded into her as he teased her ass, first just jolting the plug as he fucked her. Then he started using a thumb to rock the toy back and forth within the tight confines of her asshole in time with his thrusts into her cunt, before finally wrapping his fingers around the jewelled base, hilting himself in her soaking quim as he slowly pulled the plug out until Lily's sphincter was stretched around the widest part of the toy, before letting it sink back in, allowing her anus to clench around the shaft just long enough to tighten so that he could have the pleasure of stretching her rim again.
This time, Lily caught the director's signal, the signal that announced the most important part of the shoot was about to begin. That didn't give her any more control as Harry flipped them around and sank onto the sofa, the change in positions eliciting a groan of pleasure from both mother and son as she was impaled on his manhood, sat in his lap with her cunt stuffed to the hilt with throbbing cockmeat. She'd barely had time to grind back and forth a few times, his dick stimulating spots deep within her, when Harry was once again playing with her plugged ass, tortuously stretching her asshole until he misjudged a stroke of the buttplug, the toy popping free.
Instead of plugging her asshole again, Harry discarded the toy and slid his cock from the slick heat of Lily's cunt, bringing it to bear on her puckered asshole, already a little agape in readiness for his dick to sodomise her for the first time. Even soaked in her arousal and with her ass dripping lube, the redhead froze as she felt the blunt head of her son's cock press against her sphincter, her instinctive response being to clench up. One thing stopped her from doing so. She wanted this. She wanted her first anal fuck to be at the hands – and potent cock – of her son. She wanted it to be filmed, sold and pirated worldwide, for the eyes of millions to devour her body taking an ass fucking.
So, she forced herself to relax, pressing back gingerely, her defenceless asshole slowly engulfed her son's cockhead, stretching wider and wider as he impaled her ass, one of the camera crew right in front of them, recording both her glazed expression and her first anal for posterity. If she had thought she was tight and sensitive before, even when being DPd by Harry's cock and the buttplug, being anally stuffed with an actual living, throbbing, hard pillar of cockmeat was another world entirely. Lily felt full, her ass stretched beyond anything she'd ever felt before, experimentally wiggling her hips skewering her cock-stuffed bum another centimetre down Harry's manhood, the lube a godsend in enabling her ass-ruining adventure in porn.
When her ass met Harry's hips for the first time with his dick buried in her rectum, the wrist-thick shaft stretching her obscenely for the camera crew and the world to see, Lily let out a strangled whimper, leaning back until the sweat-glistening skin of her back rested on Harry's chest.
"Please. My ass. Fuck my ass Daddy." she murmured to Harry, barely aware of the microphone picking up every word for posterity as her posterior was impaled. "I'm an anal slut who needs to be fucked like a bitch."
"God. You fucking whore." Harry growled, one hand roughly fondling Lily's tits, playing with her piercings, tugging on each ring in turn, loving just how sensitive they made her breasts, while he slowly wrapped his other hand around her throat, not yet exerting much pressure, but just enough to remind her of his dominance.
The position also gave him leverage to fuck his mother up her tight little bum, stuffing her with an ass-gaping thickness of cock, using his hips to thrust in and out of the maddening tightness of her freshly-deflowered asshole. He barely noticed the cameras focusing from multiple angles, one pointed at where they were joined, his cock stretching her poor sphincter wide, another drawn back for a wider shot of Lily's pierced tits shaking every time he bounced her on his shaft, his muscles taut every time he forced her bum up and down his cock, her nipple rings glittering under the studio lights. The only thing that succeeded in attracting his attention was the studio assistant, Lola, redheaded thanks to a bottle as she may have been, but he could see her licking her lips, one hand under her crop top and another down the front of her denim booty shorts as she watched from behind the director as he turned his own mother into his personal buttslut.
Lily, on the other hand, was completely out of it. She was just aware enough to know that she had an audience of more than a dozen watching her first buttfucking, and that millions more would soon be watching it, but that was it. Her eyes were hooded, just able to keep enough concentration to keep her gaze locked on the lens of one camera, even as her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out with an utterly stupid look on her face as the vice-like tightness of her ass was brutalised by her son's rampaging cock. Gasps, whimpers and moans, growing into shrieks as the force of her son's thrusts into her guts increased, accompanied the rhythmic slap-slap-slap of her ass on his hips and the inside of her thighs against his legs.
Suddenly, Lily found herself glad of her long study of Yoga, as well as joining her son's regular workouts, as her flexibility was challenged by Harry grasping her under her knees and hoisting her legs up, forcing her to grab hold of her high heels as he pinned her feet behind her ears, putting her in a brutal full-nelson anal impalement. The change in position left her, if anything, even more exposed for the cameras to record, and he was able to, once again, wrap a hand around her throat, this time with his other hand pinning her in place at the nape of her neck.
This time, Harry tightened his hands around Lily's neck, her screams suddenly turning into gurgling moans as he subjected her to a proper ass-gaping buttfucking, his hands cutting off her precious supply of air, her chest heaving as she went from panting breaths to being choked like a whore. Even as stars burst in her vision and her voice reduced to hoarse rasps, Lily couldn't imagine anything closer to paradise than being anally impaled in a full nelson, dozens of eyes on her and a handful of cameras making sure every moment of her defilement was caught on film. And if Harry wanted to choke her out, her surely-ruined rectum spasming in time with her chest heaving, then was that not his right? She was his eager anal fucktoy, and he was entitled to use and abuse her.
Dizziness filled her senses, the light-headedness combined with the pleasure of having her guts rearranged to fit her son's manhood, turning her into an anal cocksleeve, sent Lily into a thunderous analgasm, her neglected cunt spraying her arousal as her whole body flexed, the muscles of her stomach tensing and buckling as Harry choked and ass-fucked her through her first buttfucked climax. One orgasm quickly became two as she was sodomized ruthlessly, her ass subjected to a pounding that a professional pornstar would envy, Harry's hands allowing her a few gasp of air every twenty or thirty seconds, fingers dropping down her body to play with her soaked quim, coating his digits in her juices for her to lick off. Sometimes he would play with her tits, twisting and tugging on the fat, gold rings that were threaded through her engorged nipples. She was barely aware of him finally releasing her after what felt like a lifetime of being subjected to an ass-wrecking buggery, accompanied by the choking and abuse of her tits, slumping over to the side as her whole body gave out on her.
"Cut, cut, cut!"