"Noooo!"

Daniel shouted, a deep pain in his voice as he watched Miles teasingly slip his dick inside his mother then pulled out.

Helen wanted to put up resistance, but failed miserably in the act. She craved for Miles’ dick, and in fact, the realization that her son stood frozen, watching her get teased by Miles, completely overwhelmed her.

’What’s happening to me?’ She thought, guilt welling in her eyes as she was unable to resist the feeling.

Daniel’s traumatic experience was a thrilling adventure for her.

She could barely form any resistant thought when Miles dropped her legs and slapped her thighs.

"Stand up." His commanding voice echoed through the room.

Helen could only bite her lips and did as she was told. The next moment her pleading gaze landed on Daniel, hoping that the fact that she could now walk would put him at ease.

’Mom... She can walk?’ Daniel’s pupils shook.

As she got on her feet for the first time in ages, she turned to Daniel, ashamed and hopeful. A guilty smile tugging her lips.

"Look... he made me walk again." She said with a bright smile..

Daniel couldn’t believe it, so he shifted his eyes to Miles and noted the wide undenying grin on the latter’s face while groping his mother’s ass.

"Surprised?" Miles sneered.

Helen turned to face him and he instantly pressed his lips against hers. Helen barely reacted at first but the next moment, she erupted into a frenzy. Her arms coiled around his neck and her lips latched onto his as their tongues clashed wildly.

Not minding if her son was there or not, Helen passionately grinded her body into Miles’. Drawing every portion of her breath into the heated kiss of lust.

" Hmmmmmm! Hmmmmmm! Smooch!"

Daniel could only watch, tormented as Miles kept groping her butt and she eventually leaped into his embrace, wrapping her legs tight around him.

His finger even tried to push past her asshole but it was just too tight to let him.

Daniel felt like coughing blood at the sight.

Following the deep kiss sessions, Miles slapped Helen’s ass right before Daniel’s eyes and then broke the kiss.

Not yet detaching from his embrace, Helen stared at his eyes as she heaved with lust and submission, ready to go in for another round.

However, Milles only grabbed her ass with his two hands one last time, kissed her neck so good that she purred helplessly, then bit the side of her neck enough to leave a deep red mark that almost bled.

Feeling the pain Helen dug her fingers and frantically moaned.

"Hmm "

Miles heaved and as he loosened her legs that were wrapped around him.

"Get down."

Helen bit her lips, glanced at her pained son and did as Miles commanded.

She went on her knees, facing the erect weapon trying to recover and unhesitatingly grabbed it.

However, the next moment, another slap also landed on her cheeks. Helen teared up on the spot, raising her head to look at him, she stared at him like a girl deeply saddened by the fact her Daddy wasn’t satisfied with her intention to please him.

"Did I tell you to suck it?"

Miles said the reason behind his disciplinary action just now.

To Daniel’s shock, his mom actually looked nervous and sad.

’What did he do to you Mom?’

Thinking back to how reserved she actually was before this, his heart ached even more.

"Now grab those boobs and wrap them around it."

Helen quickly complied, she rose on her knees and grabbed her two sets of boobs. Jiggling it before suffocating Miles’ dick around them.

"Argh!"

Dazed by the sensation of being cushioned between her boobs, Miles growled and instinctively placed his hand on her head.

" Faster." He urged and Helen did just that. Massaging his dick with her boobs.

" Hmmm–." Miles inhaled deeply and arched his waist to thrust between them. The force behind each slam causing her to jolt and reaffirm her grip.

Thrusting and massaging, Miles soon felt overwhelmed by the sensation and pulled out.

Stroking his dick, he held Helen in place while she held out her boobs hoping to bless them with his seeds.

" You want this?" Miles growled as the first rope of cum shot out.

" Hmmmmmm! Yesss! Spill them on my tits." Eyes filled with joy, Helen happily let him cum on her boobs, smiling adoringly at every drop.

Unable to resist the temptations, Miles even spilled one shot across her face, forcing Helen to close her eyes and savor the sensation.

"Argh."

"Hmmm–."

Their ragged pants filled the room.

Unable to move due to Miles’ ability, Daniel collapsed on the floor with a deep thud, sitting with dark traumatized eyes.

His own mother was actually being used as a cum slut by Miles.

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

Seeing this, Miles smirked, held Helen by her chin and tilted her in Daniel’s direction to see him crying.

Helen’s eyes widened, feeling a heavy guilty pang in her heart at the sight.

"Dan..." Helen called out to her son but was cut short by Miles swiftly thrusting his limp dick inside her mouth.

"Hmmm– " Her eyes widened and she intuitively welcomed it before she realised what it was.

After she realised, she respond by grabbing the base and stuffing it deeper with a thick slurp sound.

That to say, even Miles was surprised as he had expected her to feel guilty seeing Daniel shed tears.

"Bitch, don’t you feel remorse or guilt? Your son is crying because his mother is being fucked and used as a cum slut by his worst enemy."

Helen froze, glancing up at him with a complicated look flashing past her eyes, she tilted towards Daniel whose expression had peaked upon hearing Miles’ question.

’Didn’t she feel remorse?’

There was a moment of silence before she pulled out his half hardened dick out of her mouth with a slurp sound, the tip connecting to her lips with a thin line.

Heaving with a flushed face to catch her breath, she spoke clearly, exposing the fact she was in a clear state of mind.