Bobby gripped her hips with calculated strength, pulling Frances Howard's writhing body back against his powerful thrust. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through his private chambers, punctuated by Frances' increasingly uninhibited moans.
"Is this what your mother meant by 'educational consultation,' Lady Catherine?" Bobby asked, his voice deliberately steady despite the vigorous coupling he maintained with Frances. His gaze fixed directly on Catherine Howard, who stood frozen near the chamber door, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and undeniable fascination.
Catherine's carefully constructed composure wavered visibly. Though Frances had described Bobby's physical endowments in explicit detail during their private conversations, seeing the reality of his considerable length disappearing repeatedly into her mother's body represented something altogether different from mere description.
"Answer Lord Kestrel's question, Catherine," Frances gasped between powerful thrusts, her aristocratic affectations completely abandoned in favor of raw carnal pleasure. "This—oh God!—this is precisely the education I described."
Bobby maintained his relentless rhythm, studying Catherine's reaction with clinical detachment despite his obvious arousal. "Your mother proposed you become my protégée-concubine," he stated bluntly, emphasizing each word with a particularly deep thrust that made Frances cry out. "Not my scholarly apprentice or administrative assistant. This—" he drove forward with deliberate force, "—is the primary 'education' she envisioned."
Catherine swallowed visibly, her cheeks flushed crimson, though Bobby noted she made no move to leave or avert her gaze from their explicit coupling. "I understood the arrangement included... intimate aspects," she admitted, her voice barely audible above her mother's increasingly vocal responses.
"Intimate aspects," Bobby repeated with sardonic emphasis, shifting his angle slightly to hit the spot he knew drove Frances to particular heights of pleasure. "A delicate euphemism for being thoroughly fucked on a regular basis."
"Bobby!" Frances gasped, though whether in reaction to his crude language or the sudden intensification of pleasure remained unclear.
"Honesty seems appropriate given the circumstances," Bobby replied without breaking his rhythm. "Lady Catherine should understand precisely what educational arrangement her mother has negotiated on her behalf."
He pulled Frances upright against his chest, one hand moving to cup her breast while the other slid lower to circle her clit with practiced precision. This new position offered Catherine an unobstructed view of their connection—Bobby's substantial cock stretching her mother's cunt with each powerful thrust.
"Your mother enjoys this demonstration," Bobby observed, noting the increased wetness easing his movements. "She's getting impossibly tight around my cock as you watch. Did she mention that particular preference during her extensive descriptions of our previous encounters?"
Frances moaned, abandoning any pretense of propriety as pleasure overwhelmed her. "Yes! Fuck me harder while she watches! Let her see exactly what she'll be getting!"
Bobby complied, increasing both pace and force until the entire bed shook beneath them. "What a perfect nympho you are," he remarked, the unfamiliar term flowing naturally from his ancient vocabulary.
"Nympho?" Frances repeated between gasps, clearly unfamiliar with the term yet taking it as praise given the context. "Yes, whatever that means—I am that for you!"
Catherine remained transfixed by the explicit display, her breathing visibly quickening though she maintained her position near the door. Bobby noted the way she pressed her thighs together unconsciously, her body responding to the carnal scene despite whatever intellectual reservations she might harbor.
"This is the arrangement your mother proposed," Bobby stated directly, maintaining eye contact with Catherine while continuing to drive Frances toward climax. "Not romantic courtship. Not gradual introduction to physical intimacy. This." He punctuated the word with a particularly forceful thrust that made Frances cry out. "Regular, vigorous coupling that would shock most of English nobility if they knew the details."
Frances laughed breathlessly, her body moving in perfect counterpoint to Bobby's powerful rhythm. "As if half the court ladies wouldn't spread their legs for him given the chance," she gasped, reaching back to tangle her fingers in Bobby's hair. "They whisper about him constantly—speculating about his size, his stamina, his techniques."
Bobby ignored this commentary, focusing instead on Catherine's reaction. "I'm being deliberately explicit," he explained, his voice remaining steady despite the increasingly vigorous nature of their coupling. "Because you deserve complete understanding of what your mother actually proposed."
He shifted position again, pushing Frances forward onto her hands and knees while maintaining their connection. The new angle allowed even deeper penetration, drawing a keening wail from Frances as he bottomed out against her cervix with each powerful thrust.
"If this arrangement proceeds," Bobby continued, addressing Catherine directly while using her mother's body with methodical precision, "this would be your primary function. Available for my physical pleasure whenever and however I desire it. The scholarly education and administrative experience represent secondary considerations, regardless of how your mother might have presented the arrangement."
Frances glanced over her shoulder, her expression transformed by pleasure beyond any courtly mask she typically wore. "Don't pretend you wouldn't enjoy having her," she challenged breathlessly. "I've seen how you look at her when you think no one notices."
Bobby responded with a sharp slap to Frances' ass that left a pink handprint blooming on her pale skin. "Your daughter deserves honest assessment of what you've proposed," he reprimanded, though the increased wetness around his invading cock suggested Frances found this treatment arousing rather than chastising.
Catherine took a hesitant step forward, her expression a complex mixture of embarrassment, curiosity, and unmistakable arousal. "I understood the physical nature of the arrangement," she stated with surprising steadiness despite her evident discomfort. "Mother has been... explicit regarding your particular attributes and expectations."
"Has she indeed?" Bobby increased his pace, driving Frances toward climax with practiced precision while maintaining his focus on Catherine. "And these expectations don't disturb you? The prospect of being used like this—" he thrust particularly deep, making Frances cry out, "—on a regular basis?"
Catherine's blush deepened, though she maintained eye contact with remarkable composure given the explicit scene unfolding before her. "I find the prospect... intimidating yet intriguing," she admitted, her voice dropping to near whisper. "Mother says the initial discomfort quickly transforms into something transcendent."
Frances laughed between gasps of pleasure. "Tell her, Bobby. Tell her how many times you've made me come in a single night. Tell her how you stay hard for hours, filling me over and over until I can barely walk afterward."
Bobby ignored Frances' provocative encouragement, studying Catherine with calculated intensity as he continued driving into her mother with unrelenting rhythm. "I'm demonstrating this explicitly because I want you to reconsider," he stated bluntly. "This arrangement isn't what most young noblewomen envision for themselves."
"Oh God!" Frances interrupted, her body suddenly tensing as orgasm overtook her. Her inner walls clamped around Bobby's invading length with pulsing contractions as pleasure crashed through her system. "I'm coming! Fuck! Don't stop!"
Bobby maintained his pace through Frances' climax, extending her pleasure with practiced skill while keeping his attention focused on Catherine. "This is what your mother proposed," he reiterated once Frances' most intense spasms had subsided. "My protégée-concubine, with emphasis decidedly on the concubine aspect."
Catherine's composure had fractured slightly watching her mother's explosive orgasm, though she made a visible effort to maintain her dignity. "I understood the arrangement involved physical intimacy," she repeated, her voice steadier than might be expected given the circumstances. "Though perhaps not quite so... vigorous."
Bobby laughed, the sound containing genuine amusement rather than mockery. "Your mother would accept nothing less than vigorous," he observed, continuing to thrust into Frances' still-trembling body with unrelenting determination. "She's remarkably insatiable—a quality you've apparently inherited according to her assessment."
Frances, recovering somewhat from her climax, glanced back over her shoulder with triumphant expression. "She's soaking wet right now watching us," she declared with absolute certainty. "Aren't you, Catherine? Tell Lord Kestrel how this demonstration affects you."
Catherine's blush deepened impossibly, though something in her expression shifted from embarrassment toward defiance. "I find it... arousing," she admitted, the confession clearly difficult despite her mother's shameless encouragement. "Disturbing yet compelling in ways I hadn't anticipated."
Bobby studied her with renewed interest, noting the subtle signs confirming her admission—the quickened breathing, dilated pupils, the unconscious way she pressed her thighs together seeking pressure against her awakened arousal.
"What kind of education has your mother provided," he wondered aloud, "that you can watch her being fucked like a common whore and describe it as 'compelling' rather than fleeing in moral outrage?"
Frances laughed breathlessly, pushing back against Bobby's continued thrusts with enthusiastic participation. "I've taught her practical reality rather than useless moral pretension," she declared without apology. "That physical pleasure exists independently from artificial social constraints."
Bobby increased his pace again, driving into Frances with renewed vigor that made the entire bed frame creak ominously beneath them. "Your mother is quite literally a nympho," he observed, addressing Catherine directly while using Frances' body with mechanical precision. "Insatiable in her appetites regardless of conventional propriety or circumstance."
"Nympho," Frances repeated between gasps, clearly savoring the unfamiliar term despite not knowing its precise meaning. "Yes! Whatever that means—I'll take it as praise!"
Catherine watched their vigorous coupling with fascinating intensity, her initial shock having transformed into something closer to analytical observation despite her evident arousal. "Mother has always emphasized practical education over theoretical concepts," she offered, her voice steadier than before despite the explicit nature of the "education" currently being demonstrated.
Bobby withdrew suddenly from Frances, his substantial cock glistening with evidence of her arousal as it emerged from her thoroughly used body. Frances made a sound of disappointed protest, though she remained in position as Bobby turned his full attention toward Catherine.
"This is your final opportunity to reconsider," he stated flatly, his impressive erection jutting outward with no sign of diminishment despite the vigorous activity he had just concluded. "I'm being deliberately explicit because I have no interest in gradual courtship or romantic pretense. If you choose to become my protégée-concubine, this—" he gestured toward Frances' position and his own state of arousal, "—would represent your primary function regardless of whatever additional educational aspects might accompany the arrangement."
Catherine straightened her posture, something in Bobby's directness apparently helping her recover her composure rather than further fracturing it. "I appreciate your honesty," she acknowledged with surprising dignity given the extraordinary circumstances. "Though I find it unnecessary to reconsider based on this demonstration."
Frances pushed herself upright, her expression triumphant despite her thoroughly disheveled appearance. "She's always been remarkably decisive once she's analyzed a situation properly," she observed with unmistakable maternal pride.
"Unlike most girls her age who flutter between options indefinitely." Frances tossed her head with evident pride, her hair falling in disarray around her flushed face. "Catherine knows what she wants and pursues it with admirable determination."
Bobby fixed Catherine with a penetrating stare, deliberately ignoring Frances's commentary. "Come here," he commanded, his voice carrying absolute authority despite its quiet delivery.
Catherine approached with measured steps that betrayed only the slightest tremor of nervousness. When she reached the edge of the bed, Bobby gestured toward Frances.
"On your knees," he told his current lover, pointing to the floor beside the bed. "Put that mouth to better use than commentary."
Frances slid from the bed with eager compliance, positioning herself on her knees before him. Without further instruction, she took his substantial cock between her lips, her technique displaying practiced expertise that spoke of their numerous previous encounters.
With Frances temporarily occupied, Bobby returned his full attention to Catherine. "I'm trying to spare you disappointment and potential harm," he stated bluntly, his voice steady despite Frances's enthusiastic oral attention below. "This isn't a romantic arrangement. I won't court you. I won't pretend some growing affection that might eventually lead to marriage."
He gripped Frances's hair, controlling her movements with casual dominance while maintaining eye contact with Catherine. "This is fucking. Regular, thorough fucking that would shock most of English society if they knew the details. Your mother thinks it's educational. Perhaps it is. But don't delude yourself that it's anything beyond physical service."
Catherine's cheeks flushed crimson, though her gaze remained steady. "I understand the arrangement perfectly," she replied, her voice firmer than might be expected given the explicit scene before her. "Mother has been quite thorough in explaining what would be expected."
Bobby thrust deeper into Frances's throat, making her gag slightly before adjusting to his considerable length. The wet, obscene sounds of her eager sucking filled the chamber as he continued addressing Catherine.
"Your mother tells me what she thinks I want to hear," he said flatly. "She's been trying to arrange this since you turned sixteen. Now you're eighteen, and suddenly it's an 'educational opportunity' rather than the naked ambition it actually represents."
He pulled Frances off his cock by her hair, her lips making an audible pop as the connection broke. She gasped for breath, saliva trailing from her lips to his glistening shaft in obscene strands that somehow failed to diminish her aristocratic beauty.
"Tell your daughter how many times I've fucked you," Bobby commanded, his voice hardening. "Tell her about the Viscountess Beaumont and Lady Anne Wentworth. Tell her about the nights when you've begged for mercy because you couldn't take any more, yet I remained ready for hours afterward."
Frances licked her lips, her expression showing no embarrassment at these explicit instructions. "Countless times," she admitted, her voice hoarse from the rough oral treatment. "Sometimes three, four times in a single night. The Viscountess visits him regularly for activities that would shock even me. Lady Anne spent an entire weekend here and could barely walk afterward."
She looked up at Bobby with undisguised hunger before turning back to Catherine. "He's insatiable. Inhuman in his stamina. I've never experienced anything remotely comparable with any other man."
Bobby pushed Frances back onto the bed, positioning her on her hands and knees. With a single powerful thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, drawing a sharp cry that contained more pleasure than pain despite the forcefulness of his entry.
"I won't be here forever," he stated bluntly, establishing a punishing rhythm inside Frances while maintaining eye contact with Catherine. "Perhaps a year. No more. Then I'll be gone, and you'll have wasted valuable time that could have been spent finding a suitable husband who would actually remain in your life."
Frances glanced back over her shoulder, genuine surprise breaking through her pleasure-hazed expression. "A year? You're leaving England?"
Bobby slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint blooming on her pale skin. "I'm not discussing my future plans while balls-deep in your cunt," he reprimanded, the crude language deliberately chosen to illustrate his point to Catherine. "I'm trying to make your daughter understand this isn't some romantic arrangement with opportunity for permanence."
Catherine's expression registered something beyond mere arousal or embarrassment—a flash of genuine disappointment quickly masked behind careful composure. "How long you might remain doesn't change my interest in the arrangement," she stated with surprising steadiness. "Whatever time you have available still represents valuable opportunity."
Bobby grabbed Frances's hips, driving into her with increased force that made the entire bed shake beneath them. The wet sounds of their coupling echoed through the chamber as he considered Catherine's response.
"You'd still pursue this knowing it has a definite, imminent end?" he asked, genuine curiosity evident in his tone despite the vigorous activity occupying his body.
"Yes," Catherine replied without hesitation. "Mother has spoken of your... educational techniques... in such terms that even limited exposure would prove invaluable compared to complete absence of such instruction."
Frances moaned in agreement, her body moving in perfect counterpoint to Bobby's powerful thrusts. "She's a quick learner," she gasped between impacts. "Absorbs new skills remarkably fast—whether languages, music, or more intimate arts."
Bobby tightened his grip on Frances's hips, pulling her back to meet each forward thrust with brutal efficiency. "This isn't gentle lovemaking," he warned, deliberately exaggerating the roughness of their coupling for Catherine's benefit. "It's fucking. Hard, thorough fucking that leaves marks."
To emphasize this point, he delivered another sharp slap to Frances's ass, leaving a matching handprint on the opposite cheek. The impact drew a keening cry from Frances that contained no hint of genuine protest despite its volume.
"I understand," Catherine insisted, her voice betraying only the slightest tremor despite the explicit display before her. "Your attempt to discourage me only confirms my interest rather than diminishing it."
Bobby raised an eyebrow at this unexpected admission. "Explains a great deal," he observed, momentarily slowing his powerful rhythm inside Frances to give Catherine his full attention. "You're drawn to dominance. The control I'm displaying over your mother appeals to you, doesn't it?"
Catherine swallowed visibly, though she maintained direct eye contact with remarkable composure. "Yes," she admitted, the simple acknowledgment clearly difficult despite her previous boldness. "I find it... compelling."
"Compelling," Bobby repeated, resuming his vigorous pace inside Frances, who moaned appreciatively at the renewed attention. "Most women would be repulsed witnessing their mother used like this. Yet you stand there getting wetter by the minute."
Frances glanced back over her shoulder, her expression showing triumphant satisfaction despite her physically subordinate position. "She's my daughter in every way," she declared proudly between gasps. "A Howard through and through."
Bobby pulled out of Frances abruptly, his cock glistening with her abundant wetness as it bobbed between them. "On your back," he commanded, rolling Frances over with casual strength that emphasized the physical disparity between them.
As Frances settled into her new position, legs spread eagerly in anticipation of his return, Bobby fixed Catherine with a penetrating stare. "I'm giving you one final opportunity to walk away with dignity intact," he stated flatly. "I'll ensure you and your mother both receive generous financial support regardless. Find yourself a proper husband who'll actually remain in your life rather than pursuing this temporary arrangement."
Catherine shook her head, something hardening in her expression despite her continued blush. "I don't want to walk away," she insisted, taking another step closer to the bed. "I've considered this possibility for months. Even knowing it can't be permanent doesn't diminish my interest."
Frances reached for Bobby's cock, guiding him back toward her entrance with obvious eagerness. "She's been fantasizing about you since I first described our activities," she revealed with characteristic bluntness. "Asks endless questions about your size, your techniques, how it feels to have you inside her."
"Shut up," Bobby growled, thrusting into Frances with deliberate roughness that drew another cry from her throat. "Your daughter can speak for herself without your helpful commentary."
He established a punishing rhythm inside Frances while returning his attention to Catherine. "What precisely do you want from this arrangement?" he demanded, his voice carrying absolute authority despite the vigorous activity occupying his body. "Be explicit. No diplomatic evasions or courtly euphemisms."
Catherine straightened her posture, something in Bobby's directness apparently helping her find her own voice. "I want you to fuck me," she stated with surprising clarity given her previous reserve. "To use me as thoroughly as you're using my mother right now. To teach me everything she's experienced firsthand."
Bobby's rhythm inside Frances faltered momentarily at Catherine's unexpected directness. "Christ," he muttered, genuinely surprised by her explicit admission despite Frances's previous assurances regarding her daughter's interest. "What kind of education has your mother been providing?"
Frances laughed breathlessly beneath him, clearly pleased by her daughter's boldness. "I told you she understands the arrangement perfectly," she gasped, arching her back to take him deeper. "She's been preparing for this opportunity for months."
Bobby changed tactics, deciding on a different approach to test Catherine's resolve. "Your mother once suggested I marry her and become a father figure to you," he stated bluntly, increasing his pace inside Frances to punctuate this revelation. "Then proceeded to suggest I could enjoy both of you with the appropriate discretion."
He watched Catherine's reaction closely, expecting shock or disgust at this taboo revelation. Instead, her expression showed only momentary surprise before settling into something more calculating.
"I would learn from my 'father' just as eagerly," she replied, her voice dropping to a sultry register that contained unmistakable invitation despite the incestuous undertone. "If that arrangement proves more convenient for maintaining appropriate appearances."
Bobby nearly lost his carefully maintained control at this unexpected response. "What the fuck kind of amoral indoctrination have you subjected this girl to?" he demanded of Frances, driving into her with renewed force that made the bed frame creak ominously beneath them.
Frances merely laughed, clearly enjoying both his reaction and the increased vigor of his attention. "I've taught her to recognize opportunity regardless of artificial moral constraints," she gasped between powerful thrusts. "To pursue pleasure and advantage without unnecessary hesitation."
"I'm my mother's daughter," Catherine confirmed, moving closer until she stood directly beside the bed. "A Howard in blood and temperament."
She reached out with surprising boldness, her fingers tracing the place where Bobby's cock disappeared into her mother's body. The unexpected contact drew a sharp hiss from Bobby, who hadn't anticipated such direct participation without explicit invitation.
"If I cannot be your wife," Catherine continued, her voice dropping to a whisper as she leaned forward, "perhaps I could be your daughter instead."
The deliberate emphasis on this taboo relationship, delivered in Catherine's suddenly sultry voice, nearly triggered Bobby's release despite his superhuman control. The unexpected direction of her response—embracing rather than rejecting the incestuous scenario he had introduced as deterrent—demonstrated a flexibility of moral boundaries that matched or perhaps exceeded her mother's already expansive limits.
"Fuck," Bobby muttered, recognizing the futility of his attempts to discourage her. Catherine Howard, despite her youth and apparent inexperience, clearly possessed her mother's remarkable adaptability regarding moral constraints. Whatever arrangement he proposed—however taboo or unconventional—she would apparently accept with enthusiastic compliance if it provided the physical relationship she sought.
With sudden decision, Bobby withdrew from Frances, his cock still rigid despite the vigorous activity of the past half hour. "Enough," he declared, his tone shifting from attempting dissuasion to accepting the inevitable. "It's clear my efforts to discourage you have failed spectacularly."
Frances pushed herself up on her elbows, her expression showing triumphant satisfaction despite her disheveled appearance. "I told you she wouldn't be dissuaded," she reminded him, reaching out to stroke his still-rigid length with proprietary familiarity. "Catherine commits fully once she's determined her course."
Bobby ignored her commentary, focusing instead on Catherine who stood beside the bed with newfound confidence evident in her posture despite her continued blush. "Final chance," he stated flatly. "Walk away with financial security guaranteed and find yourself a proper husband who'll actually remain in your life. Or stay and accept whatever consequences your choice creates."
Catherine didn't hesitate. "I'm staying," she declared, her voice steady despite the enormity of this decision. "Whatever consequences follow."
Bobby studied her for a long moment, recognizing the genuine determination beneath her carefully constructed poise. With sudden decision, he grabbed Frances by the hair, positioning her on her hands and knees facing Catherine.
"Watch your mother's face," he instructed Catherine, lining himself up behind Frances. With a single powerful thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, drawing a guttural cry that echoed through the chamber.
"This is what you're signing up for," he stated, establishing a rhythm of precise brutality that made Frances's entire body rock forward with each impact. "Not gentle lovemaking. Not romantic courtship leading to marriage. This."
Each word was punctuated by a particularly deep thrust that drove Frances closer to another explosive climax. Her aristocratic composure had completely abandoned her, replaced by raw animal need that transformed her features into a mask of primal pleasure.
"Yes!" Frances gasped, pushing back against each powerful thrust with eager participation. "Show her exactly what she'll be getting! Let her see what you do to me!"
Catherine couldn't tear her eyes away from her mother's transformed expression. The composed, calculating woman who navigated court politics with such precision had dissolved completely, replaced by this creature of pure sensation whose only focus was the physical pleasure Bobby provided.
"This is what your mother becomes in my bed," Bobby observed, maintaining eye contact with Catherine while continuing his relentless rhythm. "No pretense. No calculation. Just desperate need for what I give her."
Frances's climax approached rapidly, her body responding to both the physical stimulation and the psychological impact of her daughter witnessing her complete abandonment of dignity. When she came, the sound that tore from her throat barely resembled anything human—a keening wail of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
Bobby maintained his pace through her orgasm, extending the pleasure with practiced skill until Frances collapsed forward, her limbs trembling with exhaustion despite his continued hardness inside her.
"Enough," he declared, withdrawing from Frances's still-pulsing body. His cock stood proudly erect despite the vigorous activity, showing no sign of diminishment as he turned his full attention to Catherine.
"Your mother has had her demonstration," he stated flatly. "Now it's time for your introduction to what she's arranged with such persistent determination."
Catherine swallowed visibly, though she made no move to retreat from his approach. "I'm ready," she whispered, her voice steadier than might be expected given the circumstances.
Bobby studied her with clinical detachment despite his obvious arousal. "Your mother claims you've received extensive preparation for this moment," he observed, gesturing toward his substantial erection that remained wet with Frances's abundant juices. "Let's discover exactly how thorough that preparation has been."
Frances pushed herself upright despite her evident exhaustion, unwilling to miss this moment she had orchestrated with such persistent determination. "Show him what you've learned, Catherine," she encouraged, her voice hoarse from her recent vocal expressions of pleasure.
Catherine hesitated only briefly before reaching for the fastenings of her gown. With unexpectedly efficient movements, she began removing her carefully selected attire—each layer revealing more of what Bobby recognized as a genuinely impressive figure that balanced youthful firmness with womanly curves in near-perfect proportion.
As the final undergarment dropped to the floor, Catherine stood naked before them, her body displaying none of the awkward angularity common to many young noblewomen kept thin through restrictive diets designed to achieve fashionable slenderness. Instead, her figure showed lush femininity that perfectly complemented her youth—full breasts topped with pink nipples already hardened into tight peaks, narrow waist flaring to rounded hips, and long legs that would have made her the envy of many court ladies despite their current trembling.
"A proper Howard in every aspect," Bobby observed, making no attempt to hide his clinical appreciative assessment of her physical attributes. "Your mother's training apparently extended beyond merely intellectual preparation."
Frances made a sound of maternal satisfaction at this acknowledgment, though she remained uncharacteristically silent otherwise—perhaps recognizing that excessive commentary might disrupt the delicate moment her daughter now faced.
"Come here," Bobby commanded, his voice carrying absolute authority despite its quiet delivery.
Catherine approached with measured steps that betrayed only the slightest hint of nervousness. When she stood directly before him, Bobby reached out, his hand cupping her cheeek in a gesture that contained unexpected gentleness despite the explicit nature of their impending interaction.
"Last chance to reconsider," he offered, studying her expression with unnerving intensity. "Once we begin, your mother's plan proceeds to its inevitable conclusion."
Catherine leaned into his touch, her composure wavering slightly at this unexpected tenderness. "I've made my decision," she confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want this. I want you."
Bobby's hand moved from her cheek to tangle in her hair, tightening with sudden firmness that made her gasp. "Then show me what your mother has taught you," he directed, guiding her downward with gentle but implacable pressure. "Show me how well you've learned to please a man with your mouth."
Catherine sank to her knees with surprising grace despite the forceful guidance, her eyes fixed on Bobby's imposing erection with a mixture of trepidation and undeniable eagerness. Frances moved closer, positioning herself beside her daughter with proprietory familiarity.
"Start by feeling his weight in your hand," Frances instructed, her voice dropping into an educational register that suggested this wasn't their first such lesson together. "Appreciate his size before attempting to take him into your mouth."
Catherine complied, her fingers wrapping around Bobby's substantial shaft with evident wonder at its girth. "It's even larger than you described," she murmured, her voice containing a note of genuine awe that suggested Frances's explicit descriptions hadn't fully prepared her for the reality.
"The biggest I've ever experienced," Frances confirmed without hesitation, her hand joining Catherine's in a strangely intimate maternal demonstration. "Most men aren't even half this size when fully aroused."
Bobby observed this unprecedented mother-daughter interaction with clinical detachment, noting the evident teamwork that suggested previous shared activities despite the apparent inappropriateness of such arrangement by conventional standards. Catherine's fingers explored his length with growing confidence, tracing the prominent veins while cataloging his reactions with surprising attentiveness.
"Use your tongue first," Frances suggested, guiding Catherine's head forward with gentle pressure. "Taste him before attempting to take him into your mouth. Get accustomed to his flavor."
Catherine complied without hesitation, her tongue extending to trace a cautious path along the underside of Bobby's cock. Her eyes widened slightly at the taste—salty and musky with traces of Frances's own flavor still evident from their recent coupling.
"Don't just lick like you're tasting wine," Frances corrected with maternal firmness. "Use broad strokes. Show enthusiasm. Men appreciate visual demonstration of eagerness as much as technical skill."
Catherine adjusted her approach immediately, her tongue flattening to deliver long, enthusiastic licks that covered more surface area. Her eyes remained fixed on Bobby's face, gauging his reaction with impressive attentiveness for someone so ostensibly inexperienced.
"Good girl," Bobby acknowledged, his fingers tightening slightly in her hair. "Your mother has trained you well in the basics."
This praise visibly encouraged Catherine, who increased her efforts with newfound confidence. Her tongue circled the sensitive head of his cock with surprising precision, paying particular attention to the underside where most men experienced heightened sensitivity.
"Now take him into your mouth," Frances instructed, her hand moving to the back of Catherine's head in guidance rather than force. "Start with just the head. Get accustomed to his size before attempting more."
Catherine complied, her lips stretching around the broad head of Bobby's cock with visible effort. Despite this evident difficulty, she maintained eye contact with remarkable composure given the explicit nature of their activity.
"Watch your teeth," Frances cautioned, her fingers gently adjusting Catherine's position for optimal angle. "Relax your jaw more. That's it. Now use your tongue while you suck."
The explicit maternal instruction in this most intimate act should have seemed disturbing, yet Bobby found himself watching with fascinated detachment as Frances guided her daughter through increasingly complex oral techniques with the practiced precision of an experienced tutor.
"She's remarkably receptive to instruction," he observed, addressing Frances while Catherine continued her attentive ministrations. "Most young noblewomen would balk at such explicit guidance, regardless of previous preparation."
Frances smiled with evident pride, her hand still resting on the back of Catherine's head in gentle encouragement. "Catherine has always been an exceptional student in all disciplines," she confirmed. "Particularly those she finds personally compelling."
Bobby's focus returned to Catherine, whose technique had already improved noticeably under her mother's guidance. She had managed to take more of his length into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she applied suction with impressive coordination for someone supposedly experiencing this act for the first time.
"Try to take more now," Frances encouraged, her hand applying subtle pressure to the back of Catherine's head. "Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. That's it."
To Bobby's genuine surprise, Catherine managed to continue forward until nearly half his substantial length disappeared into her mouth—an impressive achievement for even experienced partners given his considerable size. When she began to struggle, Frances immediately eased the pressure, allowing her to retreat slightly.
"Excellent progress," Frances praised, her voice containing genuine maternal pride despite the explicit nature of this particular lesson. "Use your hand on what doesn't fit. Coordinate the movements."
Catherine complied with remarkable adaptability, her hand wrapping around the base of Bobby's cock while her mouth worked the upper portion with increasing confidence. The combination created pleasurable sensation that Bobby acknowledged with a slight tightening of his fingers in her hair.
"Good girl," he praised again, the simple acknowledgment visibly increasing Catherine's enthusiasm. "Your mother has prepared you well for this particular aspect of your education."
Frances beamed at this acknowledgment of her preparatory work, her hand still resting on Catherine's head in supportive guidance. "I told you she's a quick learner," she reminded him with evident satisfaction. "She's been practicing diligently for this opportunity."
This casual confirmation that Catherine had indeed received practical oral instruction from her mother—perhaps through demonstration on objects or even mutual experimentation—should have seemed disturbing by conventional moral standards. Yet Bobby found himself oddly unsurprised by this revelation given the extraordinary nature of their entire arrangement.
"Let's see how much she can actually take," he suggested, his hand replacing Frances's on the back of Catherine's head. With gentle but firm pressure, he guided her forward until she had taken significantly more of his length than before.
Catherine's eyes widened as she felt him pressing deeper, approaching the entrance to her throat. To Bobby's genuine amazement, she didn't panic or withdraw despite the evident difficulty. Instead, she made a visible effort to relax her throat, allowing the head of his cock to push past the initial resistance.
"Good girl," Bobby praised, genuine approval evident in his tone. "Most experienced women can't manage that on their first attempt."
Frances made a sound of maternal satisfaction, clearly pleased by her daughter's impressive performance. "I told you she's exceptional," she reminded him, her fingers tracing encouraging patterns on Catherine's bare shoulder as the girl continued her determined efforts.
To Bobby's continued surprise, Catherine managed to suppress her gag reflex almost completely, taking his substantial length deeper than many experienced partners had achieved despite multiple attempts. When she finally reached her limit, she remained in place for several impressive seconds before slowly withdrawing to catch her breath.
"Remarkable," Bobby acknowledged, genuine appreciation evident in his tone despite his typically controlled expression. "Your mother spoke truly regarding your aptitude for this particular skill."
Catherine's cheeks flushed with evident pride at this praise, though she maintained her focus on the task with impressive determination. Without further instruction, she returned to her ministrations, establishing a rhythm that combined deep taking with coordinated hand movements that created genuinely pleasurable sensation despite her relative inexperience.
"She's been determined to learn properly," Frances explained with evident pride. "Practiced extensively with various objects of increasing size to prepare for this moment."
Bobby raised an eyebrow at this explicit confirmation of Catherine's practical preparation. "Objects?" he inquired, his fingers still tangled in Catherine's hair as she continued her enthusiastic efforts.
Frances's expression contained no hint of embarrassment at this query. "Whatever proved suitable for anatomical simulation," she confirmed with characteristic directness. "Though none approached your particular dimensions, which explains her initial adjustment difficulties."
This casual acknowledgment that Frances had actively participated in her daughter's explicit preparation for sexual activity would have shocked most of English society regardless of class or station. Yet Bobby found himself considering this information with detached clinical interest rather than moral outrage, recognizing the practical advantages such preparation provided for Catherine's current activities.
Catherine eventually pulled back, stroking his cock with surprising skill while catching her breath. Her eyes held a calculating gleam as she looked up at him.
"It jerks when I say certain things," she observed, her voice husky from her recent exertions. "Like when I called you 'father' earlier."
Bobby's cock twitched involuntarily at the word, confirming her observation with traitorous precision.
A sly smile spread across Catherine's flushed face. "You like that, don't you? The idea of being my father while doing these things to me." Her hand continued its methodical stroking, squeezing just beneath the head with each upward motion. "Is that why you almost lost control before? Because no one has played such a role with you?"
Frances laughed softly beside them. "My clever daughter, always so observant." Her fingers traced idle patterns on Catherine's bare shoulder. "She's deduced something about you that others have missed, hasn't she?"
Bobby remained silent, neither confirming nor denying Catherine's assessment, though the continued responsive twitching of his cock provided answer enough.
"I thought so," Catherine continued, her confidence growing visibly. "You've had countless women, yet this particular scenario remains unexplored." Her thumb circled the sensitive head of his cock, spreading the moisture gathered there. "How interesting that someone of your... extensive experience... still harbors untapped desires."
"You talk too fucking much," Bobby growled, abandoning his previous measured language for something cruder. His fingers tightened in her hair. "Put that mouth to better use."
Frances clapped her hands in delighted approval. "Oh, I do love when he gets vulgar," she told Catherine with conspiratorial glee. "It means he's genuinely aroused beyond his usual control."
Catherine's smile widened at this maternal insight. Without further prompting, she leaned forward again, her tongue circling the head of Bobby's cock with deliberate provocation. "Yes, father," she purred before taking him back into her mouth.
The effect was immediate and visible. Bobby's entire body tensed, his cock hardening further as the taboo fantasy Catherine had correctly identified took firmer hold of his arousal. She maintained eye contact as she worked, taking him deeper than before with renewed determination.
"Look at that," Frances marveled, watching her daughter's impressive performance. "She's definitely daddy's good little girl, isn't she?"
Bobby shot Frances a withering glance, though the effect was somewhat undermined by the obvious pleasure evident in his expression. "You're fucking shameless, both of you."
"Shameless but effective," Frances countered, her hand moving to guide Catherine's movements. "See how much deeper she can take you now? Nothing motivates like discovering the right buttons to push."
Catherine had indeed managed to take significantly more of his length, her throat visibly bulging as she pushed past previous limitations. The wet, obscene sounds of her efforts filled the chamber, punctuated by occasional gagging when she tested her boundaries too aggressively.
"That's it," Bobby encouraged despite himself, the crude persona he'd adopted taking firmer hold. "Take daddy's cock like a good fucking daughter."
Frances made a sound of triumphant satisfaction at this explicit confirmation of Catherine's assessment. "I knew it," she crowed, her hand moving to the back of Catherine's head alongside Bobby's. "Men always have some secret fantasy they're too proper to admit. Even you with all your control."
Bobby ignored her commentary, focusing instead on Catherine's increasingly impressive performance. The girl had natural talent that transcended mere practiced technique—an intuitive understanding of pressure, rhythm, and response that typically required years to develop.
"Enough," he declared abruptly, pulling Catherine off his cock with careful firmness. "Your mother has had multiple orgasms while you've had none. Time to rectify that imbalance."
Frances immediately recognized her opportunity. "Let me join my daughter," she suggested eagerly, sinking to her knees beside Catherine. "You're well overdue for release yourself."
Bobby's eyes narrowed at Frances's transparent maneuvering, though he made no move to reject her participation. "Fine. Show your daughter how to finish a man properly."
The women exchanged a look of shared conspiracy before turning their attention fully to Bobby's imposing erection. With unspoken coordination that suggested previous shared activities, they positioned themselves on either side of his cock, their tongues meeting at the base before tracing upward in tandem.
"Fuck," Bobby muttered, the visual of mother and daughter working together creating an additional layer of taboo arousal that taxed even his superhuman control.
Frances took the lead, demonstrating more advanced techniques while Catherine observed and mimicked with impressive quickness. They developed a rhythm where one would take him into her mouth while the other attended to his heavy sack below, alternating positions with practiced efficiency that belied their supposed first time sharing such activity.
"I'm going to come," Bobby warned after several minutes of their coordinated attention. "Keep your mouths open and your faces close together."
The women complied immediately, positioning themselves cheek-to-cheek with mouths open in expectant anticipation. Bobby's hand moved to his cock, stroking the full length with practiced efficiency while Frances and Catherine waited eagerly for his release.
"Good fucking girls," he growled, his control finally slipping as climax approached. "Ready to take daddy's load all over those pretty faces."
When his release came, it arrived with the supernatural abundance that had previously shocked Frances despite her extensive experience. Thick ropes of white fluid erupted from his cock, splattering across both women's faces in copious volume that quickly exceeded what any normal man could produce in multiple climaxes combined.
Catherine gasped at the sheer quantity, her eyes widening as rope after rope of thick semen continued to paint her face alongside her mother's. Despite this evident surprise, she made no move to retreat, instead tilting her face to catch more of his seemingly endless release with the same eager participation Frances displayed beside her.
"Jesus Christ," Catherine whispered when his climax finally began to subside, her face and upper chest thoroughly coated with his seed. "Mother wasn't exaggerating about the volume."
"I told you," Frances replied with evident satisfaction, cum dripping from her chin as she spoke. "Inhuman stamina and production both." She turned toward Catherine with predatory intent. "Let me help you clean up."
Without waiting for response, Frances leaned forward and licked a broad stripe up Catherine's cum-covered cheek. The explicitly incestuous action should have shocked even by their already expanded boundaries, yet Catherine merely tilted her head to provide better access, her own tongue darting out to sample the fluid coating her lips.
"Fuck," Bobby muttered, watching this unprecedented maternal-daughter interaction with astonishment. More remarkable still, his cock remained fully erect despite his recent substantial release, the taboo scene before him triggering renewed arousal that defied normal human recovery times.
Frances noticed his continued hardness with triumphant satisfaction. "See? I told you he recovers instantly," she informed Catherine, her tongue continuing to collect his seed from her daughter's face with methodical thoroughness.
Catherine's hand reached out to verify this extraordinary recovery, her fingers wrapping around Bobby's still-rigid length with evident wonder. "Incredible," she breathed, her eyes meeting Bobby's with undisguised desire despite the cum still coating her features.
Frances moved directly in front of her daughter, their faces nearly touching with Bobby's release smeared between them. "Open your mouth," she instructed, her voice dropping to a sultry register that contained unmistakable dominant undertones despite addressing her own daughter.
Catherine complied without hesitation, her lips parting to reveal her cum-coated tongue. Frances pressed forward, her mouth covering Catherine's in an explicitly sexual kiss that went far beyond mere maternal affection. Their tongues visibly intertwined, sharing Bobby's release between them with enthusiastic abandon that suggested this wasn't their first such exchange.
Bobby's cock jerked in Catherine's still-gripping hand, the taboo display pushing his arousal beyond even his extraordinary control. "On the bed," he commanded, his voice rough with renewed desire. "Now."
The women broke their kiss reluctantly, a strand of saliva and cum briefly connecting their lips before breaking. Frances moved immediately to comply with Bobby's direction, positioning herself on the bed with practiced efficiency. Catherine followed more slowly, her eyes never leaving Bobby's imposing figure as she settled beside her mother.
Without further instruction, Bobby positioned himself between Frances's eagerly spread legs. With a single powerful thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, drawing a sharp cry that echoed through the chamber.