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 Colton struggled to see the road through the oncoming snow, rushing at the
windshield in a dense waterfall of flakes.  The visibility was so poor that
he skidded a bit to avoid a car on the side of the road.  Climbing out of
his SUV to be sure, he saw a woman inside.  Kicking at the snow that froze
the door to the car, he tugged it open.

   "How long have you been here?" he asked.

   "Four hours, I think."

   "You know . . ." He was going to lecture her on the use of her hazard
lights but saw no point.  "Would you like a ride?"

   "Please." The woman said, shivering madly.  "My name's Debbie." Debbie
snuggled into him in the SUV and he wrapped his arm around her to give her
warmth.  "Where are you headed?"

   "Family reunion type thing, only I'm going to be the only one from my
family there.  Aunts, uncles, cousins, but no brother, no sister, and no
parents.  You should join us.  There's a motel in town, but we'd be happy
to have you.  Plus, the food's better and free." Debbie murmured something
softly into his shoulder.

   Pulling to the back of a long line of cars parked in front of an
enormous log cabin, Colton nudged Debbie gently then lifted her off of
himself with his arms.  "Kiss me," she murmured, half awake.  Colton leaned
in and gently kissed her chastely then when Debbie either failed to awaken
or feigned sleep, more boldly, pressing his tongue through her lips and
lightly clenched teeth.  She slowly began to respond but soon opened her
eyes.  "We're there?" she asked, pulling back.

   "Just inside," Colton nodded with a small grin.

   The door was answered by a half drunken man in his late fifties.  "How's
that thirty years of sobriety sitting with you, Uncle Bill?" Colton asked.

   "Better than usual tonight.  Who's your friend?"

   "Family," Colton supplied with a smile.  "This is Theresa, but her
friends call her Debbie.  She's my sister-in-law, Alex's wife."

   "Debbie," she said, extending her hand.

   "Do you have some place we could clean up?"

   "I've got something better." Bill reached out to touch Debbie's coat. 
"Soaked clean through," he said, shaking his head.  "There's a laundry room
downstairs.  Go toss your clothes in and I'll leave some outside for you,
whoever the hell you are, Theresa.  No, don't worry.  I'm the smart one in
the family, sad as that sounds."

   Downstairs, Colton and Debbie removed their clothes from opposite sides
of the room then, just when Debbie was disrobed, Colton pounced on her,
forcing her into the front of the washer.  She yelped in surprise at first
then groaned in relief, a long drawn out mewl that grew to a high whine as
Colton pushed inside her.  She had hoped for more, but then there seemed to
be all weekend and Colton's dick slicing through her insides, parting her
love tunnel that he assured her was heavenly with every high pitched groan
that spat forth from his mouth until he bit into her shoulder.  Debbie's
eye's widened and plastered reflections of hypnotized pleasure on the wall.
"Colton?  Colton?" she asked, empty both in mind and body, waiting to be
reassured, dying for a word from him.  "Colton?  Please?"

   "You're so fucking lovely.  You're the only thing in the world to me
right now, this fuck, this you, this hard tempo and your damned pussy that
only eats men alive, and rather than finishing them, devastates them till
they hate you and sink lifeless to the floor, your slaves."

   "Oh dear God, Colton," she cried.  "Please, don't mean that."

   "I can't die without you," he grunted and shook, cumming.

   "You owe me one," Debbie panted as Colton slid off her.

   "It'll have to wait until later," Colton said, sliding his hand beneath
her, then back, across her pussy.  "I want you nice and petulant for
dinner."

   "Finish me," Debbie whined.  When she turned to see Colton dressing, she
snapped, "Finish me, you cocksucker."

   "I would not say such things if I were you."

   "Why the hell not?"

   Colton stabbed two thick fingers into her and began ramming her pussy,
his fist smacking into her fat.  Debbie winced and whined, dipping her
knees until she was too low for Colton to continue fingering her.

   "You don't cum easy," Colton remarked with a wry grin.

   "Oh, could it be the pain?  You jerk," Debbie said, straightening
herself and turning round to dress.  "I'm probably going to pee blood."

   Colton took hold of her and drew her into his arms for a slow, sensual
kiss that devolved into a passionate entangling of tongues and sighs. 
Colton moved to part and Debbie seized the opportunity to latch onto his
neck, biting and sucking until a bright red patch arose.  Colton stared at
her, amused, when she released him.  "Let's head upstairs then.  I always
was a fan of shock humor, but this?"

   "I have the nasty habit of intermixing my sense of humor with my
judgment," Debbie answered with a grin.

   "We are going to be so bad for each other."

   Upstairs, the family was casually eating dinner, some members at the
table while others wandered round the large den, sorting through each other
for someone they wanted to talk to.  A man obnoxiously smoking a large pipe
at the table commented to Colton, "You know, you two smell of cunt."

   "This is Theresa, my brother Alex's wife," Colton replied, unphased.

   "Then it must be one of my granddaughters.  They always did have a thing
for women with black spiral curls."

   Colton and Debbie seated themselves at the other end of the table and
began to fill the empty plates there with the nearest dishes.  "Colton,"
Debbie commented, "that bug bite on your neck looks like it's getting
infected."

   "Quickly too," Uncle Bill supplied.  "It wasn't visible when they got
here."

   Colton leaned over to Debbie and began whispering in her ear: "It's not
so much that you're beautiful, it's that you don't think, you don't think
to take into account all those people sitting around the table with us. 
Baby, you shouldn't doubt, you shouldn't doubt.  Doubt kills motion,
friction, feeling.  Doubt beguiles pleasure oh so close with fear.  You
fear, but you won't.  You don't fear because strangers are merely that and
you have what you want in your hand, don't you?" Colton glanced down to see
Debbie's hand tucked into the front of her pants.  "Mommy," he whined very
softly.  Debbie shuddered and leaned forward with a gasp.  Colton smiled.
"I thought so." He kissed her cheek and returned to his meal.

   "I've always wanted a child," Debbie grunted, thumping a foot on the
floor.

   "Is that so?" asked the man with the pipe.

   "Oh God yes!" Debbie cried, arching her head back.

   After eating, Colton suggested a walk.  Above the protests of his family
members, he insisted he and Debbie needed some fresh air.  Outside on the
back deck, Debbie grabbed Colton and kissed him again.  "You're going to
cum in my pussy, mister," she told him then backed him into the wall and
dropped to her knees.  Taking his hot dick into her mouth, she worked at a
furious pace.

   "Please suck my dick, Debbie," Colton begged in an infantile whine. 
"God, I need you to suck my dick so bad.  Suck my fucking dick.  Please.  I
can't help it.  It's so wrong.  No, no, no." His voice trailed off as Uncle
Bill appeared on the deck.

   "Don't mind me.  I just wanted to see what you two were up to.  Colton
stared at him, wide-eyed, but Debbie didn't stop or even slow.

   "I can't cum like this," Colton said, still staring at Uncle Alex who
shrugged.

   "Must run in the family."

   "Will you two fuckers shut up?" Debbie asked, fisting Colton's dick. 
Then, rather than returning her mouth to Colton, she asked Uncle Alex,
"Which of the women is single?"

   "Carol, Margret, Lynn, one or two more.  I don't keep track."

   "We're going to need a toy," she said, grinning up at Colton.  "You do
like that idea, don't you?  You do know your answer is `yes,' don't you?"

   "Yes."

   "Yes?"

   "Yes, mistress."

   Bill chuckled then spat.  "You can't choose your family.  I'll see what
I can do . . .  Mistress Debbie.  To be young again." He sighed.  "And
stupid." He returned a few minutes later with a large dildo and a bottle of
anal lube.  "I promised not to tell whose," he said.  "The downstairs is
less populated.  Just Connie and Larry and their two little one." Alex
coughed and the two broke their embrace.  "I'd join you, but I've seen
enough." He stumbled back inside, muttering something about retarded
children and knives.

   "Strip, lover," Debbie instructed in a firm voice, smiling.

   "Yes, mistress," Colton sighed petulantly.

   "Oh, you'll pay for that.  I was going to let you walk in like a man. 
Now bend over." Debbie soaked the dildo with a generous amount of lube and
placed it at the entrance to Colton's fuck hole then pushed it in with a
stroke.  "I want them to see how wet and sloppy your shitter gets for me,
how hot this makes you." Colton gasped as it parted his shitter then groan
deep in his throat with relief as the dildo sank deeper inside him. 
"Downstairs, love," Debbie instructed in a firm voice.  The two descended
the outside steps to the sliding glass basement door through which a late
middle-aged couple and their teen son were visible.  "Bend over." She
jerked the dildo up, uncomfortably and Colton flopped forward.  Without
being asked, he opened the door.  As the two stepped in, Debbie smiled. 
"Hi, I'm Theresa, Alex's wife, Colton's sister-in-law.  She used the dildo
to guide him over to the pool table, which he grasped the edge of with both
hands.

   Debbie began to slide her cock in and out of Colton, not eliciting much
of a response from him, but drawing bemused stares from Connie and Larry
and causing their 16-year-old son to unfasten his pants and begin
masturbating.  Debbie winked at him.

   Colton's breathing became heavy and he began to groan a bit as his ass
loosened.  "Fuck me," he grunted.  "Fuck me, mistress."

   "You know the word I like," Debbie said, beginning to ram the dildo in
and out of Colton's clutching shitter.  "Who's your mommy?"

   "You are, Debbie.  You're my mommy.  Fuck me really good, mommy."

   "Have you been drinking?" Debbie asked.

   "No, mommy.  I just like your cock soooo much.  It feels so good.  Will
you play with my dick?"

   "You can, but only because I'll like the sounds you'll make."

   Colton reached under himself and began twisting the head of his limp
penis back and forth and immediately began jabbering and screaming.

   "You didn't tell me you were a screamer, baby.  A good mommy should know
these things.  Here, let me make it up to you.  Up on the table." Colton
obliged, pulling himself from Debbie's cock and hopping up on the table and
lying back, legs bent upward.  Debbie slid her rubber dick back in and
began fucking him again.  "How does this feel?"

   "Pressure, pain, ecstasy, and," his eyes rolled back in his head, his
body contorting in a wail.  "I don't know what.  I don't know what I feel,
I just do it."

   "How does this feel?" Debbie asked and dropped her head to his crotch,
engulfing his dick, still fucking him.  Colton's upper body began thrashing
as he jabbered uncontrollably, nonsense and words he couldn't help say, the
word "mommy" repeatedly as well as obscene requests on the behalf of his
"boy pussy" and "little boy dick." Debbie lifted her head and smiled.  "My
cunt's hungry."

   Colton shook his head.  "No, mommy.  Please no."

   Debbie shook her head, clucking her tongue softly as she disrobed.  "But
it'll make you feel so good.  Mommy'll show you." She climbed atop Colton
and positioned her pussy and damp crotch over the head of his dick.

   "It'll turn me . . ."

   "Into a motherfucker," Debbie groaned with a smile as she slid down
Colton's shaft.

   "It's too much.  We're too . . . .  Fuck!!  Everything!"

   "I'm everything," Debbie said, bending down to kiss him on the
collarbone.  "Now do what you know you should and cum in my pussy, as much
as it scares you, to show mommy that you love her no matter what."

   "We.  Will.  Fuse." Colton grunted.

   Debbie frowned.  "I'll tell them all about you." She watched Colton's
eyes wide with a lascivious smile.

   "Bitch," he called out in an uncontrolled wail of passion.  "I fucking
hate how I love nothing and you're everything." Debbie picked up her pace,
as Larry and Connie's son came in the corner.  "I can't hate, can't handle,
can't conceive everything.  You'll conceive and we'll fucking . ..  no!"

   "Poor baby," Debbie answered with a breathy stammer.  "The burden of
love at first sight."

   "You can't," Colton groaned.  "You can't make me cum." His head began
the thrash back and forth on the pool table as Debbie rode him, massaging
her own breasts.  Colton began to gurgle and whine, stammer obscenity laden
half-sentences splattered with the word "no." Finally, he cried, "Oh, God
no.  OH FUCK YES!" and thrashed as he came.

   Debbie fell forward onto him, breasts crushed against his chest.  "You
don't cum easy either," she smiled.  "I won't be able to fuck again for
days." Holding each other, breath slowing, they waited for the others to
leave, and still did not move.