The Insatiable Mother

I walked back to the village square, the sounds of the Victory Orgy growing louder with every step. Emily trudged beside me, her clothes torn to shreds, my cum still dripping from her hairy cunt, streaking down her wrinkled thighs. My hand gripped her massive, flabby ass, squeezing it hard as if she were my personal whore. She stumbled along, her breath ragged, her face a mix of shame and fear.

Before we reached the edge of the orgy, I stopped her, pulling her close. "Go back to your hut, old bitch," I growled, my voice low and menacing. I drew my dagger from my belt, pressing the cold blade against her wrinkled neck. "If you tell anyone what just happened, you're dead. Understand?" Emily's eyes widened, her lips trembling as she nodded frantically, too scared to speak.

I gave her fat ass a hard smack, the sound echoing in the quiet forest edge. "Get moving, you old slut!" She yelped and took off running, her sagging tits bouncing under the scraps of her tunic as she disappeared into the shadows.

I stepped into the orgy, the air thick with the stench of sweat, cum, and mead. The square was a mess of naked bodies, most of them sprawled out, exhausted from hours of relentless fucking. Men and women lay panting on the ground, their skin slick with fluids, while others still groaned weakly, too spent to move.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my leg. I looked down to see Ketill, my blonde-haired friend, naked and sprawled in the dirt, his body glistening with sweat and his cock limp between his thighs. "Asv, please," he rasped, his voice hoarse from exhaustion. "Defeat your mother."

I followed his gaze and froze. There was Líf, my mother, riding a man who'd passed out cold beneath her. His dick was still hard, buried deep in her insatiable cunt, but his limp body rocked uselessly under her relentless hips. She was a Viking with a libido beyond human limits—no one could satisfy her, except me.

As if on cue, the men who'd been fucked into submission by Líf staggered to their feet, their tired voices rising in a chant. "You can do it, Asvald! Come on, you're the only one!" They cheered me on, their eyes gleaming with a mix of awe and desperation. They all knew it: I was the only man in Veøy who could tame that Viking slut.

I sighed, the weight of their expectations pressing down on me, and stripped off my tunic and pants, tossing them aside. My cock sprang free, already half-hard from the anticipation, as the crowd's cheers grew louder, chanting my name like I was some fucking hero. "Asvald! Asvald! Asvald! Asvald! Asvald! Asvald! Asvald! Asvald!"

I approached Líf, who was still grinding on the unconscious man, her massive tits bouncing with every thrust, her blue hair wild and matted with sweat. "Mother, are you ready?" I called out, my voice cutting through the noise.

Líf stopped mid-motion, her hips freezing as she turned to face me. Her eyes locked onto my enormous cock, swinging heavy between my legs, and a wicked grin spread across her face. "Finally, what I've been waiting for," she purred, sliding off the unconscious man with a wet squelch, his cum-slicked dick flopping uselessly against his thigh.

She lay back on the ground, spreading her thick legs wide, revealing her pussy—swollen, dripping with the semen of every man in the village who'd tried and failed to satisfy her. "This time, I won't lose," she taunted, her voice dripping with challenge. Every time I'd fucked her before, I'd dominated her completely, leaving her wrecked and begging. But tonight, she looked ready to fight back.

I dropped to my knees between her legs, grabbing her thighs and pulling her toward me. My cock slammed into her with one brutal thrust, sinking into her cum-filled cunt like a sword into a sheath. She gasped, her body arching as I filled her, her walls gripping me tight despite the mess of other men's seed.

I started fucking her hard, my hips pounding against hers, the wet slap of our flesh drowning out the crowd's cheers. Líf moaned loudly, her hands clawing at the dirt, but then she fought back. With a sudden surge of strength, she flipped me onto my back, straddling me like a wild beast.

"Not this time, boy," she snarled, her massive tits swinging in my face as she rode me, her pussy clamping down on my cock with ferocious force. She slammed her hips down, taking control, her blue hair whipping around as she fucked me like she meant to break me. For a moment, she had the upper hand, her dominance overwhelming, her moans turning into triumphant laughs as she ground me into the dirt.

But I wasn't done. I gritted my teeth, grabbed her hips, and thrust upward with all my strength, flipping her back onto the ground. "You're mine, you fucking slut," I roared, pinning her beneath me. I pounded into her relentlessly, my cock driving deeper with every brutal thrust, her body shaking under the assault.

Her moans turned desperate, her hands clutching my shoulders as she lost control. "Yes, Asvald! Fuck me!" she screamed, her voice raw with ecstasy as her cunt spasmed around me. I felt her cum, her body convulsing as she arched her back, her juices mixing with the mess already inside her.

That pushed me over the edge. With a primal groan, I slammed into her one last time and exploded, unloading thick streams of hot cum deep into her pussy. I kept thrusting, bathing her insides with my seed, until it overflowed, dripping out around my cock and pooling in the dirt beneath her. Líf's eyes rolled back, her body went limp, and she collapsed unconscious, fucked into oblivion by her own son.

The crowd erupted, their cheers deafening as they rushed toward me. Hands slapped my back, arms pulled me into sweaty embraces, as if I'd just slain some evil dragon. "Asvald! Asvald!" they chanted, their voices hoarse with awe.

Even my father Ragnar stepped forward, still naked and reeking of sex, his massive cock now limp between his legs. He clasped my hand firmly, his scarred face breaking into a rare grin. "I'm proud of you, son," he said, his voice deep and approving. "You've tamed the untamable."

I stood there, panting, my cock still slick with Líf's juices and my own cum, surrounded by the exhausted, cum-soaked bodies of the orgy. Líf lay sprawled in the dirt, her legs spread, her pussy a dripping mess, unconscious but with a faint, satisfied smile on her lips. I'd won again, and the clan celebrated me like a goddamn king.