Kate Upfield (5)

The bath time finally wound down after Bobby demanded Kate cleanse every nook and cranny of his "boyish" form in thorough detail. She obediently lavished each inch of his lithe, masculine body with fervent oral worship, dragging her plush lips along every sinew until her jaw ached from exertion. Yet Kate remained blissfully unaware of his true adult virility, perceiving only the innocent cherub that the ring projected onto her addled psyche.

Only once Bobby deemed himself "sparkly clean" and satisfied with Kate's devoted ministrations did he brusquely order her to towel off. He strutted out from the humid bathroom nude and dripping wet, his rigid arousal bobbing brazenly before him as viscous beads trailed down those taut thighs.

Kate soon followed in his wake with equal immodesty, damp chocolate tendrils leaving glistening trails across the flushed contours of her lush figure. Low thrums of maternal tenderness suffused through her mind with each swaying step, the ring warping every perception. All she saw was her precious child relishing his innocence and need for nurturing by doting hands. The fact that Bobby's lanky frame radiated unadulterated virility and carnal hunger registered not at all through that woefully skewed lens.

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"Sweetie?" She paused at the bedroom threshold with a concerned frown, her plush terry robe hanging open to teasingly frame glimpses of glistening feminine curves. "What are you doing on mummy's bed?"

Bobby lounged insolently across the rumpled coverlet with unchecked petulance, one arm bent beneath his tousled russet crown. Despite the jarring incongruity of his exaggerated pouts, his stiff manhood jutted proudly between those splayed thighs in direct contrast to any facade of childlike innocence. Not that Kate perceived the disparity in any regard.

"I want to play horsie with you mummy!" Despite the vulgar implications underlying those words, Bobby projected an aura of pure naivete and caprice. He waggled his fingers insistently in a grabby "giddy up" motion that completely belied the reality of him stroking his engorged cock before her eyes. "You get to ride me!"

Kate's generous bosom jiggled with bubbly laughter in reflexive mirroring of his juvenile antics, the soft weight of her creamy globes swaying with each amused titter. So convincing was the ring's illusion that she never once questioned Bobby's nudity or lewd propositions. Without a shred of doubt tinting her psyche, Kate scooped up the nearby cordless phone and thumbed through to dial an outside line.

"You can stay and play, my sweet little angel," she cooed in husky tones while the call rang through, plush lips curving into a radiant smile of maternal indulgence. Kate remained wholly oblivious to Bobby's lecherous gaze roving the unbound bounty of her feminine physicality, or the way he stroked his prominent arousal in blatant desire.

"Mummy needs to check in with daddy," she continued in a silky purr, believing her words directed towards the cherubic scamp before her instead of an overtly sexualized adult male. "It should be morning where he is right now."

Bobby already knew every facet of Kate's deepest desires and subconscious thoughts thanks to the ring's power. She was an open book to him, her entire psyche laid bare for his perusal and exploitation. And he intended to push those boundaries to the absolute limit.

"Mmmmh come straddle me while you talk, mummy," Bobby wheedled in a saccharine soprano, exaggerating his petulant tone and winsome expressions. With insistent tugs and nudges, he maneuvered Kate to straddle his lap so the swollen crown of his cock nudged against her dewy petals. "I promise to be veeeery quiet."

That last vow dripped from his plush lips in sultry innocence, chin tilted up and dimpled cheeks arranged into the picture of cherubic naivete. Yet those hooded amber eyes glittered with naked lust while drinking in the lush feminine curves sprawled across his loins.

A flicker of confusion knit Kate's finely sculpted brows for an instant as she glanced down to where Bobby's jutting erection prodded her moistening folds. Any budding maternal propriety scattered before cohering though, obliterated by the ring's dominion over her psyche.

"But sweetie, how can mummy ride you properly with your wee wee in the way?" She questioned in a soft lilt, rosy lower lip jutting outwards in an instinctive mimicry of Bobby's charade. Despite the blatant evidence poking her entrance, the drug's warped lens obscured visceral comprehension.

"Oh yeah," Bobby murmured with theatrical chagrin, feigning sheepish realization. One corner of his lush mouth dimpled in a coquettish smirk as he rolled his narrow hips. "Well, I can put it here."

With that bold declaration, Bobby swept aside Kate's glistening petals and plunged the full rigid length of his cock into her molten velvet sheath in a single sinuous impalement. His guttural grunt of male satisfaction harmonized with Kate's tremulous cry, their mingled voices ringing out in an erotic chorus of raw depravity.

"Ohhh sweetie, that's... mummy's...!"

Ripples of pure ecstasy fluttered through Kate's flat abdomen and radiated across her limbs as Bobby's thick girth stretched her petals taut with its sudden intrusion. She ground down instinctively in animalistic desire to bask in his pulsating fullness, any lingering scraps of maternal propriety disintegrating into blissful delirium.

"The horsie goes right inside mummy's lush canyon," Bobby elucidated in that saccharine soprano once more, hands cradling Kate's hips to guide her in a sumptuous grind upon his impaling shaft. His smoldering amber stare remained locked on her pleasure-glazed features while punctuating each languid thrust with succinct grunts of exertion.

"See mummy? I learned all about it in health class!" That dimpled grin never faltered from his features as Bobby's hips churned upwards, sinking deeper into Kate's velvet sheath until the downy thatch of his groin meshed against her own denuded mound.

"Oh...I...w-well if you learned it at school..." She trailed off mid-reply with a wobbling groan of rapture, trembling palms cradling the weighty bounty of her breasts as if by ingrained instinct.

Despite the visceral obscenity wreathing their conjoined forms in licentious abandon, Kate's psyche only processed ardent maternal reverence for her "precious son." The taint of the ring's insidious corruption seeded fresh vignettes of wholesome memories, crystallizing into cherished recollections of Bobby's fictional childhood and Kate's own tender experiences of pregnancy.

Each feral thrust from his narrow hips propelled those artificial reminiscences into sharper focus until an entire false reality took root in her scrambled consciousness: that of a doting mother riding her precocious eleven-year-old child in blissful ecstasy.

"So big, sweetie," she whimpered through quavering lips as throaty mewls of rapture spilled forth in staccato bursts. "You filled mummy completely."

Bobby continued nuzzling his chiseled features into the slick hollow of Kate's throat, plush lips ghosting along her hammering pulse in a soft pantomime of loving adulation. Yet the saccharine facade contrasted starkly with the feral rutting of his hips, visceral buck and undulations that hammered his root to hilt within her with growing ferocity.

"That's it mummy, ride your good boy's big hard cock," he purred in a honeyed baritone rich with exquisite tenderness while soaking up her muffled sobs of anguished bliss and animalistic cries.

Each rolling thrust punched ragged grunts past Bobby's lips that directly contradicted the beatific tranquility etched upon his angular features. "Grrruunf! Smash my pelvic root up into your lush, milky canyon!"

The ornate box spring shuddered with the manic force of their frenzied rut of slapping flesh and bestial snarls as Bobby's tempo kicked into frantic high gear. Kate bounced atop his grueling impalement like a ragdoll yet matched his increased fervor with equal vigor, arching back to drive him deeper while kneading her breasts in erotic reverence.

Their undulating bodies convulsed in a feral dance of naked carnality as the humid air grew thick with their heady musk. Bobby's cock pistoned into Kate's rippling sheath with ever-increasing brutality, forcing gasping cries ringing with rapture to spill from her scarlet lips which mewled a stream of filthy exaltations.

"Y-yes sweetie! Mummy feels every... unghh...inch of you!"

The tinny jangle of Kate's phone ringing finally punched through the erotic fever enshrouding them both, its melodic chirp thrumming through the miasma of their mingled groans and gasps. Only when Bobby quirked one eyebrow in mute acknowledgment did Kate refocus enough to answer the call, fumbling the unit to her ear even as she maintained her slick piston-bouncing upon his swollen root.

"Hhhhhello?" She managed between frantic gasps, mussed dark tresses lashing across them both in frazzled sweeps. The familiar gravel-edged baritone of her husband crackled through the connection tinged with bewildered amusement.

"...Kate? Is everything okay over there?"

"Just - Unngh! - just checking in before bed, honey!" Kate panted in ragged huffs without breaking her wanton rhythm, arching back to roll her hips and drive Bobby's girth deeper with swirling undulations.

One palm raked through his damp tresses as she curled close against his shoulders, their slick nude frames melding in seamless contact. "How's Singapore?" she managed between lancing cries of visceral rapture.

"Hot...humid..." Her husband's baffled tone answered through the tinny receiver as the sloppy sounds of their obscenities reached his senses, a backdrop of burbling squelches and shuddering groans that caused his voice to fade into muted silence.

It took several seconds before he regained composure enough to rejoin in dubious hesitation: "Who's that with you?"

"Just playing with Bobby, dear!" Kate shouted without a shred of restraint before trailing off into another winding moan at the sudden pitch of Bobby's hips surging upwards to spear her to the womb.

Sweat beaded down the taut cords of her throat and across the slopes of her chest while she pitched and bounced in a desperate piston frenzy atop Bobby's glistening steel cock. Every convulsive motion sent those lush breasts swinging in heavy arcs before her husband's auditory witness to their depraved intimacy.

Beneath Kate's athletic exertions, Bobby thrashed his narrow hips in violent bucks that pummeled up against her rippling walls like a rabid beast claiming its mate. His chiseled features contorted into a carnal rictus of male lust, convulsing with each guttural roar hacking forth from deep within him. Despite the tempest of rapacious grunts tearing from between his lips though, Bobby managed to maintain that mask of cherubic innocence shining up at Kate through his hooded amber stare.

"Bobby?" Her husband repeated Kate's assertion in sheer bewilderment, only for his half-question to strangle back into strangled silence as she let loose another caterwauling keen of ecstasy.

"UNGH! O-our sweet little boy!" Kate stammered out through her lurching sobs, the words slurring past quavering lips in bursts punctuated by the obscene squelches undulating between their rutting loins. The phone trembled in her grip as her whole frame shuddered with orgasmic convulsions which matched the pounding rhythm of Bobby's merciless impaling.

"Remember? He's been...ahh...such a good helper w-while you're away!" She babbled on in an increasingly manic stream, speech tapering off into desperate whimpers as the pitch of Bobby's tempo reached a fever crescendo.

The fantasy seeded within Kate's psyche by the ring calcified into an incontrovertible reality through the distorted lens of her drug-addled perceptions. New recollections and vignettes continued to blossom in fulsome swathes, sensations and memories that overrode her fragmented consciousness with vivid reveries of Bobby's fictitious childhood and birth.

All the while her husband's voice blared confusion and concern through the phone's tinny speaker as Kate descended into rapturous oblivion astride Bobby's inflamed manhood. Every gasp and hoarse oath she uttered only reinforced his mounting horror at the erotic maelstrom subsuming his wife. Yet Kate paid those shrill imprecations no heed, eyes rolling back as she abandoned herself to pure carnal ecstasy.

"Oh sweetheart, I miss you so much..." Kate crooned into the phone, her lithe frame arching sinuously as she rolled her hips in a sensual grind atop Bobby's punishing girth. The supple swell of her bust quivered with each undulation, taut roseate peaks tracing firm spirals in the humid air. "It's just... nggh... been so utterly lonely without you, darling."

Her dusky tresses spilled across them both in a rippling dark cascade, twin over-bright spots of crimson staining the rounded apples of her flushed cheeks. Kate's plush lips shaped each breathy exaltation in a dreamy slur rife with carnal devotion while she drove her core down to meet Bobby's feral upswing.

"Mommy's never alone now, daddy!" Bobby chimed in with cherubic cheer, his smooth baritone dripping with saccharine innocence. Each rejoinder rolled past those dimpled features in stark contrast to the predatory roll of his hips, lancing up to batter deep inside Kate's shuddering channel. "I will take reeeeal good care of her for you every single day!"

His chiseled features remained fixed in that same mask of ingenuous beatitude despite the brutal savagery punishing Kate's rippling pussy. Bobby's russet crown tousled across the pillows with each lancing thrust that impaled her on his steel, the ring's insidious glamor refracting Kate's perceptions into a haze of rosy nostalgia and maternal devotion.

"Well, at least Bobby's there to keep you company," Kate's husband remarked over the phone, his tone tinged with weary amusement as their intimate activities filtered through the line. Though bewildered, he tried to maintain an air of nonchalance. "But how is he doing in school? Has our bright boy kept up with lessons and homework despite your...extracurricular pursuits together?"

Bobby grinned mischievously up at Kate astride him, all wide-eyed innocence despite the lewd gyrations of their bodies joined so intimately. The dimpled smirk curving those cherubic features seemed totally at odds with the feral rutting of his narrow hips as they hammered up into Kate's sheath with unbridled savagery.

"Don't worry, daddy!" he piped up in a saccharine soprano dripping with filial affection. "I've been a very good helper for mommy while you're away!"

With each exultation tumbling from those plush lips in honeyed tones, Bobby's pelvis slammed upwards with enough brutal force to shake the ornate bed frame. Sweat-slicked russet curls whipped across his brow as he slaked his unholy thirst for Kate's body with punishing lancing thrusts. Yet those boyish features remained contorted into an expression of pure, wide-eyed innocence.

She answered with a melodic gasp torn from deep within her core, pearly whites clenched as her quivering frame was wracked by a fresh orgasm. Pearly runnels seeped from the corners of those glazed hazel eyes while Kate arched back to offer the swaying globes of her bosom to Bobby's carnal appetite.

"Ohhh he is j-just the sweetest, dearest boy!" Kate burbled out in response to her husband's query, her words tapering off into tremulous moans at each fresh impaling Bobby dealt her rippling sheath.

Perspiration beaded across the flushed expanses of her creamy skin in a dewy sheen, glistening in the warm lamplight that bathed their rutting forms. Each toss of Kate's lush chocolate tresses saw those dark silken tendrils whipping across the pillows and trailing through the damp hollow of her cleavage in dizzying sweeps.

Yet she paid no heed to the obscene gyrations joining her nude frame to Bobby's in such visceral depravity. Nor did Kate seem aware of the throaty mewls spilling from between her parted lips in breathless exaltations of their unholy rapture. Her glazed stare remained locked onto Bobby's cherubic facade, every perception filtered through the ring's distortions.

"He keeps...uhhh...helping with all the cooking and chores," she gasped out while bouncing with wanton abandon atop Bobby's punishing girth. "And-and his homework too! Mommy is so p-proud!"

Each stutter and hitching intake whimpered past her plush lips in time with the shuddering force of Bobby's feral rut, his narrow hips whipping towards her loins with enough force to send those lush breasts jouncing in heavy swaying arcs across her sweat-glazed decolletage. The sloppy squelches and bawdy smacking of their illicit juncture provided an audible backdrop to Kate's assertions.

But her husband paid no mind to the visceral carnality underpinning Kate's brazen exultations. Instead, he seemed more perturbed by her lavishing of superlatives upon an imagined child. "He's doing chores AND homework?" came the skeptical inquiry rippling through the receiver's tinny speaker. "That's a little much even for Bobby, don't you think Kate?"

"I'm a superstar!!" Bobby chimed in again before Kate could formulate any response. Those boyish features dimpled into an irrepressible toothy grin while his undulating loins continued working that rigid rod in brutal plunges against Kate's velvet depths.

"What can I say?" The words bubbled out honeyed and mellifluous between little boyish huffs punctuating each thrust. "I strive to give it my all for my perfect mommy!"

By now Kate writhed atop him in mindless rapture, her throat laid bare and gleaming with a sheen of perspiration while her jaw hung slack on spiraling moans of ecstasy. Bobby reached up to palm the slippery weight of one lush breast in a tender cradling, his callused digits shaping sultry arcs upon its quivering slope. Kate answered with another hiccuping gasp that dissolved into a wobbling trill.

"And his...his big, turgid...boyhood was j-just so distracting during homework time!" she babbled with delirious fervor, the trill of carnal delight thrumming in each disjointed exultation. "We needed a way to...to focus!"

The wary baritone crept back through the connection rife with doubt. "Boyhood?" Kate's husband repeated, suspicions clearly piqued at this fresh revelation. Yet Kate paid no heed, far too steeped in the rapturous momentum of their carnality.

Kate only answered with piercing shrieks of pleasure as another convulsive orgasm seized her gyrating frame. Her velvet walls clenched and rippled around Bobby's inflamed manhood pounding relentlessly into her molten depths. Bobby grinned mischievously up at her, wide-eyed boyish innocence belying the brutal savagery of his hips hammering up to resheath that rigid length.

"Daddy's just being silly!" Bobby chirped brightly, cherubic dimples framing his boyish features. Despite each savage undulation of his pelvis battering Kate's cervix, those angelic features radiated pure ingenuous naivete. "Mummy only means how much my boyhood has grown. I'm such a big boy now!"

Kate's glassy hazel eyes rolled back as yet another tidal swell crashed through her shuddering form. Dark chocolate waves spilled in disarray across her sweat-glazed shoulders while those plush lips parted on a gushing moan of rapture. The cordless phone teetered precariously in her quaking grasp, likely seconds from slipping its tenuous grip and clattering to the floor.

"Oh I see, he is getting big," the man agreed at last, struggling to keep pace with Kate's disjointed cadence and euphoric gasps. Though confusion still tinged his deep timbre, the ring's power helped normalize Bobby's assertions. "So Bobby's becoming a big strong man now. I'm proud of you champ!"

"Very big!" Kate gasped out between lurching breaths, her generous breasts swaying in heavy arcs with each jolting impalement Bobby dealt her shuddering sheath. "You...oh god! You have no idea!"

Both palms braced against the rumpled bedspread in a vain attempt at steadying herself while Bobby's pelvis pistoned up from below with frenzied brutality. Each downstroke battered those velvet walls with his thunderous girth, punching shrill peals past Kate's parted lips in staccato whimpers.