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				The Ongoing Adventures of
	******************		RAVEN     ***************
			Amazon MommieBitch Porno Queen








	"Aren't you going to carrry me into bed?"
	Ron took a deep breath and pushed himself up from the couch. She
giggled at his effort and slinked her arms around his neck. Standing,
he helfted her weight into his palms, causing his cock to slide in and
out of her juicy trench. She cooed and began biting at his neck as he
fuckwalked her out of the living room.
	She was a big, full-bodied woman. By the time he got to her bedroom,
he legs were ready to buckle under her voluptuous weight. He staggered
across the white carpet. Her bed was a big, four-poster with its
black-satin sheets turned down and numerous, fluffy pillows puffed up
in welcome. The boy stood at the foot of it, watching their
beast-with-two-backs antics. With a groan, Ron dropped her in the
middle of the bed, keeping his cock attached. 
	She laughed in delight, raising her arms above her head and
stretching. Ron watched her tits slide around on her chest like huge
jello mounds, then looked around the room.
	His image looked back at him from everywhere. Mirrors covered almost
every wall and ceiling, creating a vainglorious expanse of total
homage to this beautiful, self-centered Amazonian Bitch Slut. She
watched him take in her fucklair with amusement.
	"It's going to be fun watching you fuck," he grinned, starting a slow,
dirty rhythum with his hips.
	She wiggled back on him. "You can pretend you're watching me fuck
another man," she teased.
	"Never. I want you all to myself."
	"We'll see," she snorted. "Now, get up on this bed with me, Donkey
Man."
	They scooted to the middle, their skin sweat-slick against the black
satin. She immediately rolled him over, taking the top position once
again. With a wet, slurping sound, she rose off his cock and drug
herself up his body. Her cunt left a moist snail trail of pussy sap
across his stomach and chest.
	"I think it's time you worship my pretty treasure," she giggled,
sitting down on his face. "My pussy just loves to be licked and
sucked."
	The biting, stimulating aroma of womanflesh enveloped his head. He
looked into her fluted, inner pussy lips, framed by the much larger
and pulpier outer ones. Her whole cuntal area was shaved clean and
smooth so he could study every exciting detail. A giant clitoris
quivered out of its hood of wrinkled flesh, presiding over her dewy,
pink gash like a horny gate guard. Her pussy looked big enough to
swallow his face whole.
	As he brought his tongue up to swap her love button, he felt another
tongue wash over the head of his cock.
	Raven turned back to her son. "Go get him a cockring, Sugar." Then, to
Ron, her hands ruffling his hair, "I love my men to wear jewelry," she
giggled. "When we're apart, lover, it'll always remind you of me. I
simply demand that your wear my cockring at all times."
	Ron felt a cold, leather strap tighten around his cock and balls.
Immediately, the blood seemed to pound heavier and his bloated
fuckstick twitched above his groin, and right back into the fagboy's
hungry mouth. He wouldn't discover the inscription on the tiny plate
of the cockring until later.  It read, "Property of Mistress Raven".
	While her son happily sucked away on his cock, the Bitch Mother rode
his face in a fury. Finally, another intense orgasm buckled her knees
and she fell into the bed, her big breasts expanding with her ragged
breathing. Ron crawled up next to her, running his hands over her
smooth, sweaty skin.
	"Where's the bathroom?" he asked when her huffing subsided. "I have to
piss."
	"Tiger, show Ron the bathroom, will you?" she smiled, stretching for
the nightstand and her vial of cocaine.
	 Leading the way, the youth showed him to the main bathroom off the
hallway. Standing over the toilet, his cock still as hard as a tree
trunk, Ron tried to figure out how to urinate without making a mess.
Billy stood on the other side of the toilet, staring at his Mother's
Lover's cock with open lust. Ron watched the boy blatantly stroking
himself and shook his head in amusement.
	"Wanna hold it for me, kid?" Ron smiled.
	"Sure."
	Ron turned his right-angled boner to the youngster, and, just as he
closed a hand over its tremendous girth, Ron let go of his bladder. A
hot stream of urine hit the boy square in the chest, pouring down his
leg. The boy gasped in surprise, but held onto the spurting cock,
directing it over his body. Laughing now, he looked into Ron's eyes as
he bobbed his own hard-on in the piss stream, then bent down and held
the hose to his face. Ron grinned down at the youth as he soaked his
head in the warm, bitter pee before turning his mouth into the stream.
He finished his toilet in his mouth, keeping it open so Ron could
watch the golden offering fill his throat and flow down his chin
before swallowing. He shook the last, remaining drops out of Ron's
dick by slapping it against his wet face a half a dozen times.
	Ron left the boy in the bathroom to clean up and re-entered the Bitch
Mother's fucklair. She was propped up against the headboard with
pillows, using a huge, rubber dildo in her pussy and a plastic
vibrator on her clit. Glad to have his big cock back, she grinned and
patted the bed beside her.
	Abandoning her toys, she snuggled into him, leading him off with a
long, sloppy kiss. "Where's my little fagboy?" she asked.
	"Cleaning up, I suspect."
	"Did you make him drink your piss?" she said, her eyes alive with
perverted delight.
	He nodded, sliding his kissing mouth down her neck, heading for the
big, soft slopes of her breasts.
	"Good," she said, reaching for his cock. "That's the first time he's
tasted man pee. Oh, I fill him up on a daily basis with gallons and
gallons of my own urine, but it's time he got used to sucking it out
of a hose," she laughed.
	Billy returned, approaching them on his tiptoes. His hair was still
dark and damp.
	"Don't you dare come in my bedroom dripping piss all over the place!"
she spat, hotly, her face contorted in anger.
	"I took a shower, Mommy," he replied, head down.
	"Yeah, a golden one," she cackled, highly amused with herself. "Get me
the KY jelly from my vanity, cocksucker."
	Raven rolled her big body on top of Ron, straddling him. Smiling into
his face, she began kissing down his chest, slapping his aching cock
with her hanging breasts. When she got to his groin, she grabbed his
dick in both hands, licking the purple, helment-shaped head like a
lollipop. Ron moaned and twisted on the bed as she took him in her
soft, wet mouth, expertly deep-throating him.
	"Do I suck cock as good as my son?" she teased, spitting him out for a
moment and working her saliva down his stalk with her hands.
	"You're the best, honey," Ron replied.
	She stopped stroking his cock and stared him coldly in the eyes. "Call
me Mistress," she hissed with a cruel lilt to her words.
	"Yes, Mistress."
	"That's better," she suddenly beamed him a wide smile, re-starting her
two-fisted jack-off. "And cocksucker," she said to her son, "make
yourself useful and start spreading that lube on my asshole."
	"But Mommy," he protested, "you said he was gonna fuck me up the
butt."
	Keeping one hand pumping on Ron's penis, she quickly reared the other
one back and slapped her son hard across the face.
	"Never, NEVER, talk back to me, asshole!"
	"But Mommy--"
	She cracked him again, this time even harder. Ron jolted up, the loud
report bringing him out of his blow-job haze. The boy dropped his chin
to his chest, subserviantly avoiding his Mother's angry eyes. He
chocked back a sob. Raven, back to pulling on his cock with both
hands, smiled down at Ron and shrugged.
	"My son is so spoiled. He must learn some discipline," she smiled,
winking sly at Ron. "Would you like to help me spank the naughtly
fucker?"
	"I'd rather pleasure you up the ass, Mistress," Ron replied, gauging
his words carefully. He did not like the look of cruel bloodlust that
had come over her.
	"Of course," she said, breaking out in gay laughter. "Who wouldn't? I
offer you a rare treat. I never let men fuck me in the ass. But,
tonight, I'm just soooooo horny!" She dropped her mouth back down to
his cock. "Shit, I must be smitten. I never honor a man with a blow
job, either! I just can't seem to get enough of your gorgeous cock,
darling."
	Once again, Ron found himself fighting with his balls for control. Her
cocksucking was consummate. He watched her son dutifully come up
behind his Bitch Mother, working her ass.
	Like an Amazon Goddess, she directed the males for her pleasure. On
her hands and knees, she scooted young Billy underneath her, his head
at her crotch. She motioned for Ron to come in behind her. He watched
as her son lifted up and began licking her fuck-bloated pussy. She
dropped her upper torso onto a pillow, wiggling her ass in the air.
	Ron spread her cheeks with his hands, revealing her greasy brown eye.
The boy beneath snaked a hand free and began batting at his nuts.
Ron crept forward, sliding his throbbing member up and down in her ass
trench. The boy left his Mother's demanding cunt for a moment to suck
on his dangling balls.
	"Get back on my pussy, you little fag," she growled, twisting her head
back over her shoulder.
	"You ever let him fuck you?" Ron asked.
	"What?" she replied, feigning disgust. "What kind of a perverted
Mother do you think I am, huh? That's incest!"
	Ron wedged the head of his cock into her butthole. She moaned and
wiggled back, swallowing his penis plum in voracious estascy. Billy
held onto his nuts, squeezing, as Ron eased forward, feeding her more
and more of his thick shaft. She squirmed back against him, exhaling
as if his butt batterer was pushing the air from her lungs. Finally,
his balls brushed against the boy's forehead.
	Slowly easing out, Ron watched her nether ring expand like a wrinkled
donut around his cock. Keeping the tip buried to hold open her
sphincter, he reversed course. After sawing in and out with a dozen
strokes at full penetration, he felt dangerously close to exploding.
With a greasy plop, he exited her greedy asshole.
	His cock quivered against her firm, white bottom, the whole, domed
head generously covered with a rich, brown coating of her thick,
smelly shit.
	"Oh God," he moaned, the biting aroma of her feces assailing his
nostrils. Without a word, Billy reached up and pulled his stained cock
down to his mouth and began licking off her chunky butt goo.
	The Bitch Mother laughed as her son swirled his tongue through her
fudge, turning his mouth into a brown, stinking toilet. He swallowed
to clear his palate, then stretched his lips over Ron's cockhead to
suck it clean.
	"Come on, Donkey Man, fuck me," she hissed, her breath ragged. She
reached back to pull his cock out of her son's mouth and back inside
her asshole. "Don't worry about the mess. Tiger here will gladly clean
it up."
	Impailed, her bowel steamed around his pistoning cudgel. Ron gripped
her fleshy buttcheeks and pulled her back and forth. His mind was
consumed with the forbidden fire of the Mother and Son incest team,
and he transferred all of his tainted passion into his fucking. Raven
bucked, screamed, and wiggled as orgasm after orgasm 
engorged her ravenous, perverted appetite. Her son held onto her pussy
with his mouth, a squeezing hand still cradling Ron's churning balls.
	"I've gotta slow down or I'll cum," Ron sobbed, feeling his muscles
strain for release. He eased back the pace just in time.
	Raven mumbled a cuss word under her breath and dropped onto the bed,
smothering the youngster in her steamy crotch. Ron slipped out of her,
his boner arcing in the air. He had mined out more shit. It covered
his cockhead and three inches down the shaft, looking like he had just
skewered a caramel apple.
	The Bitch Goddess scooted forward on the bed, reaching for her
cigarettes on the night stand. Ron looked down at the sopping face of
the boy-child. He was staring up at his brown cock with wide, dreamy
eyes. Ron got a quick whif and his stomach rolled.
	In all those times he had buttfucked his college roommate, he had
never dug out nuggets. But now, with this Bitch Mother and her
cock-trained son, it seemed perfect.
	She propped herself into the pillows, watching the action. Ron waved his shitcicle in the boy's face, egging him on. Billy raised up, his tongue extended. But before contact, Ron teasingly pulled away and
plopped down next to Raven against the headboard. His cock was so
stiff it looked like an iron bar angling from his light-brown pubic
hair.
	Making a face, Raven pushed him away. "Jesus, don't get any of that shit on me or the sheets!"
	Ron laughed, re-gaining his position next to her. "What's the matter,"he said, "don't you like the smell of your own shit."
	She laughed with him, then, holding his eyes, she took a long,
theatrical breath. "Actually, I do," she winked. "It smells of
wickedness."
	The boy crawled up between Ron's legs, his eyes begging for
permission. Ron turned to him. "What does it smell like to you,
cutie?"
	In his high, little-girl voice, Billy breathed, "it smells like love."
	Ron and BitchMommy laughed as the boy queried with his tongue tip,
burying it into fudge. Slowly, he curled all ten fingers around Ron's
waving cock and began taking short, quick swipes with his tongue
spear. The shit began to melt away when he slowed down his attack,
licking it like an ice cream cone. Mommy snuggled up to Ron,
whispering in his ear, "I want to watch. I've been looking forward to
this for a long time." 
	Knowing he had center stage, the fagboy really went to town. With a brown, stinky tongue, he licked his lips dramatically, transferring
the chunky shit until his mouth was circled with it.Then he kissed
Ron's cock, leaving fresh-made lipstick tracks. He drug the head over
his face, giving himself some shit rouge before he got serious about
sucking and swallowing. While he nibbled away more and more of the
chewy turd, he stared at his Mother's sneering face. His eyes were
misty with devotion.
	"Is it good, Tiger?" she said to him. "Does Mommy's shit taste good, huh, honey? Especially off Mommy's lover's big cock, right, Sugar
Lips?"
	Raven was glued to Ron's side, her big tits squished into his arm and chest. She looked away from her pole-polishing son and kissed Ron slow and wet. "God, you really re-arranged me back there," she breathed.
"I'm afraid if you want to buttfuck me some more, it's gonna be
awefully messy." She brought a long-taloned finger up from her
backside, waving it in Ron's face. "Wanna taste?" she teased, zeroing
her gooey digit toward his mouth.
	In the heat of the moment, Ron considered it. His nostrils flared with her smell again, this time more palatable. He made a face and swatted her hand away.
	She laughed and stuck her brown finger into her son's mouth for
cleaning. "Well, I'm gonna hold my dump if you change your mind.
Besides, I just love fighting back a big shit while I'm fucking. It
makes me cum. And," she said, running her now-clean fingers through
her son's hair while he went back to working on a deep-throat of Ron's
cock, "there's nothing like feeling someone suck your stool out of
your asshole while you're slipping off to dreamland."
	Both of them cheered the youth on as he gobbled more and more manhose.
His mouth stretched to comic porportions as it travled wetly up and
down Ron's huge, fleshy club. It looked like the child was trying to
swallow a Louisville Slugger. Finally, his lips grazed the chrome ring
at the peak of Ron's cockring. Ron's hand was pressed between himself
and quivering womanflesh, foraging fingers in her hot pussy, when the
moment of victory came. He felt her cunt tighten around him.
	"You did it," she said to her son, delighted. "Jesus, I don't believe
it, but you did it. My, you are turning into a marvelous cocksucker,
isn't he, Ron? I guess all those hours sucking my dildos paid off,"
she laughed.
	She roughly brushed her son away and mounted him again, easily sliding
down his full length. She straddled him like a cowgirl on a bronco,
her back arched so Ron could marvel at her big, swaying tits from
below. She played with them for him, pinching the nipples hard, then
scooping them up from underneath so she could suck on the flint-hard
tips.
	Ron felt the boy's tongue stab at his balls straining in the cockring.
His wet spear followed his Mommy's pussy up and down his stalk, then
left his throbbing cudgel. Moments later he heard slurping sounds and
knew the kid was eating fudge out of the Bitch's asshole. A little
hand cupped his nuts, squeezing for juice.
	It was a wonder Ron lasted 30 minutes. Screaming, "I'm cumming!" he
arched up, trying to punch his cock through her womb and bury it in
her stomach. Too late to stop the inevitible, Raven dismounted, as a
spasm jerked his cock, sending jism in the air.
	"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" he moaned through gritted teeth. The child
immediately pounced on his twitching hose, gripping it with both
hands, as his mouth zoomed in on the sperm spray. Through the
fireworks exploding behind his eyeballs, Ron noted the kid's cheeks,
nose, mouth and chin was covered with a thick coating of fresh shit,
but he didn't care. He grunted and bucked again as the warm, voracious
mouth closed over his cockhead, sucking furiously. Frantic hands
pulled on his cock as he pumped his full load of manscum down the
little fag's throat.
	The boy drained the last rivelets of salty sperm as Ron finally sunk
his hips into the bed. He lay there trying to catch his breath as the
youngster finished up. He licked his cock of any excess cum, then
suckled it some more so it could deflate in the warm, loving, wettness
of his mouth. Ron drifted toward the boundries of sleep, basking in
the exquisite pleasure of the best fuck of his life.
	On her knees at his side, Raven seethed. Full breaths inflated her big
tits as air hissed between her clenched teeth. Her clitoris quivered
in wanton, unreleased agony as she watched Ron's body relax toward
dreamland. The only noise in the room was her son's slurping at his
flacid penis. Slowly she rose and exited the bed.
	In her walk-in closet, she was so consumed with rage her fingers could
barely remove her black leather cape from its hanger. Securing it to
her chocker, she draped it back over her shoulders. It trailed behind
her as she returned to the bedroom.
	She grabbed her son by his hair and threw him off the bed. Billy hit
the floor hard. He styfled a scream of pain when he saw what she had
in her hand.
	With her feet planted wide apart, the Bitch Goddess swung the
cat-o-nine tails behind her, over her head, and downward with all the
strength she could muster. The stinging lashes caught Ron across the
chest, immediately welting the skin, and awakening him with
instantaneous pain. He sat up, screaming in protest, his hands
flailing in the air in front of him, as she cracked him again, this
time across the ribs. He tried to roll away and off the bed, but she
anticipated his escape and brought him down with another cruel blow
across the shoulders.
	"Don't move or I'll skin you alive, you asshole!" she barked, unable
to resist a stinging swipe at his bare, unprotected bottom. Defeated,
Ron brought his arms up to protect his head and crouched into the
fetal position. With a maniacal, victorious cackle, she began whipping
him as he lay sobbing and unprotected on the black, satin sheets of
her fuckbed. Angry, red lines began to criss cross his skin as the cat
played its insane game of tic-tac-toe on him.
	"Oh my God!--Please stop!--You're killing me!" Ron screamed, writhing
in a bed of agony before her lash.
	Suddenly, she stopped. "Look at me," she said in a strange, calm
voice.
	Ron dared a peek through his fingers.
	The Whip Mistress was looming over him, her hard, white fuckbody
framed by the leather cape. She tapped the whip impatiently against
her leg while her other hand rubbed between her open legs. He could
see pussy froth along her inner thighs and the pulpy head of her
excited clitoris between her fingers. "Don't ever, EVER, cum without
my permission, understand?" she hissed. "Now put your hands behind you
and roll over on your back. Do it!" She emphasized her command with a
quick, stinging swipe at his upper thigh.
	Terrified, Ron complied. His skin burned like it was covered with
jellied fire. Any escape seemed impossible. His only chance was to
hope this insane, brutal Bitch would let him live. Kowtowing to her
demands seemed the only course of action.
	"Billy, bring me some vibrators, now!" she barked, getting her son
immediately off the floor and moving. Within seconds, he was kneeling
at her feet, holding up the demanded items. "Get to work on my pussy,
you little fag, I want my hands free."
	Ron lay quivering on the bed, hands in the small of his back and his
eyes wide. He watched as her son began probing her big love button
with the smaller vibrator while he worked its larger twin between the
flaired lips of her dripping sex. His Mother wiggled down on the
whirring, plastic invaders, indicating her approval.
	She flashed Ron a wide, sexy smile--the same one that so mesmerized
him earlier in the bar. Their circumstantial meeting in The Border
seemed like a lifetime ago.
	"Now you might think I've permanetately maimed you," she continued,
her voice dropping to a low, sensuous growl, "but you are mistaken.
This whip"-- fast as lightening, she slapped the lashes across his
chest--"leaves welts, but only for a couple of days, darling. If I
wanted to break the skin, I would have used the one with nice, little,
sharp, chrome tips on the ends. And"--she swatted him again, this time
across the legs--"if I wanted to kill you, I would have cut you into
tiny pieces with my bullwhip. But I just want to get your attention,
Ron darling. Do I have your attention?" She puncuated herself with
another quick lashing across his stomach, this time hard enough to
bring a short scream from her cowering victim.
	"Yessss--"
	"Yes, what, Ronnie-Poo."
	"Yes, Mistress."
	"Very good," she smiled. "You have to understand the rules,
sweetheart. Everything, everything, is done for my pleasure and
satisfaction only. You serve me without any thought of your own
pleasure. In return, I will take care of you, and give you excitement
beyond your wildest imaginings. Did you like fucking me tonight, Ron?"
	"Oh yes, it was the best fucking I've ever had, Mistress."
	"Would you like to pleasure me again?"
	"Anytime you ask, Mistress."
	"Good," she smiled. "I'd like that, too, Ron. Besides," she giggled,
"my son is simply in love with you, aren't you, Tiger?"
	"Yes, Mommy," the boy answered meekly below her.
	"Well, Ron, it's time to bring this wonderful evening to a close, so
I'm going to give you one chance, and one chance only, to get out of
here, now!"
	Ron did not hesitate. Quickly, he rolled across the bed and landed on
his feet on the other side. As he sprinted for the door, he glimpsed
the Amazon Bitch coming around the bed after him, the excitement of
the hunt gleaming in her eyes. Incredibly nimble in her heels, she
caught him with a strong lash across his ass as he made the door. It
was just enough to nullify any advantage he'd gained.
	Laughing, she charged down the hall after him, her black cape flowing
behind her. In the L turn, she smacked him at the knees with the cat,
tripping him.
	Ron banged against the wall, yelping as more stinging pain erupted
across his back. He heard her cackling like a Halloween witch behind
him as lashes began to fall on him from every direction. With his
heart in his throat pounding in pure terror, he stumbled to the floor.
	He crawled to the front door, his Tormentor pacing herself behind him.
She spaced out her powerful blows now, enjoying the way he shivered
like a wet dog, barely able to hold himself on his hands and knees.
When he reached the entryway, he collapsed into a sobbing mass of
complete despair.
	"Please--" he cried, huddling against the front door. She methodically
continued whipping him, trying to find places she hadn't welted. It
was becoming more and more difficult.
	Ron was hysterical. Nothing existed outside of the burning, itching
pain covering his body like a brushfire. Everything seemed surreal, as
if contained in a slushly, red-dulled liquid gel of unstoppable agony.
	Grabbing him by the hair, the Whip Mistress pulled him to his feet. He
leaned naked and bruised against the front door, his hands around his
face for protection. "Put your hands on the top of your head and look
at me," she commanded.
	Blinking away his tears, Ron focused on the Bitch Goddess. She was
standing about 5 feet from him, the dreaded cat-o-nine-tails dangling
from her wrist from a leather strap. The cape was still over her
shoulders, framing her incredible, naked body. Her shit-faced son was
dutifully at her silk stockinged legs, applying the vibrators once
again to her overactive, fuck-flaired cunt. She took a deep breath and
sighed, shaking her head.
	"You know, I should just throw your naked, useless ass out of this
house and let you fend for yourself, but I feel generous," she said in
a calm voice. Then, to her son, "Tiger, go get Ron's keys and wallet
out of his pants. And bring me a marksalot from the kitchen drawer."
	Her slaveson was back in a flash with the asked-for items. Once again,
he knealed at her feet, looking up at Ron. Smirking, Raven brought the
cat handle to Ron's dangling cock still cinched in the leather
cockring. He winced, expecting more pain, but she merely supported it
upward with the whip. Although soft, it was still a formabible sight,
especially unscarred.
	"I did enjoy fucking you tonight, Ron darling," she smiled softly. "I
do hope you come back and see me sometime."
	Ron nodded in obediance, his whole body tight with fear. He stared up
into her face, trying to read her next move. Suddenly, he felt the
boy's warm, wet mouth envelope his penis.
	Turning his cock over to her fagson, the Bitch Mother stepped in close
and uncapped the black marker. With a nasty smirk on her face, she
crayoned her phone number in big, black letters across his striped
chest. "Call me sometime, Pony Boy," she said, kissing him lightly on
the lips. "Now, come on, I'll take you back to your car."
	"What--what about my clothes?" he stammered, following her into the
garage.
	"Don't press your luck, stupid," she laughed, veiling her nakedness
with the cape before getting behind the steering wheel. Billy, still
naked and sporting a hard-on climbed into the back seat.
	By the time they got back to The Border's parking lot, the sky was
beginning to lighten. Ron shivered against the cold, counting the
seconds until the Dominitrix released him.
	"I am pleased with you," she said hauntily with an air of supreme
confidence. "The next time will much more pleasant for you, Ron, I'm
sure. The first training session is always so gruesome, don't you
think?  Maybe we can go out to dinner sometime, eh?  Wouldn't you like
to show me off to your friends? I can be very well-behaved in public,
or," she leaned over and gave him a slow, lingering french kiss, "as
nasty as you want me to be."
	"Yes, Mistress," Ron mouthed subserviaently, thinking only of his
impending exit.
	"Say hello to your little wifey-poo for me, darling," she laughed,
unlocking the door. "Tell her, if she's curious about any further
training of you, to give me a call. I'm sure we'll get along
swimmingly."
	Ron tried to remain composed as he fumbled with the lock of his car.
Other cars were starting to appear on the street as dawn lit the sky.
Finally inside his car and safe, Ron broke into gut-wrenching sobs,
his head against the steering wheel. He was completely humiliated,
but, what was worse, he felt defiled and broken as a man. He knew if
he had a gun, he'd shoot himself.  How can I face Andrea like this? he
thought hysterically. Where can I go? I have no money, no clothes.
Jesus, I'm fucked.
	Back at the house, Mistress Raven threw off her robe and dropped her
tired nakedness into the bed. With a smile on her face, she stretched
her long limbs, sissoring her legs open in front of her son.
	"You have school in two hours," she said, watching him drop the towel
from his freshly-washed face.
	"Oh, Mommy, do I have to go? I've been up all night," he grinned,
twitching his erect cock muscle so it slapped against his chest.
	"Yes, you have to, Tiger. What kind of a Mommy would I be if I let you
ditch school, eh? But, I'll tell you what," she said slyly, reaching
down and spreading her dewy pussy lips with her fingers. "Why don't
you crawl up here on the bed and suck my pussy until it's time for
school. Will that make it easier? Besides," she teased, straying a
finger to her anal star, "you still have a treat to finish."
	Smiling goofily, Billy dived onto his giggling, naked Mother, reveling
in her perfumed pulchritude. Extending an anxious tongue, he probed
her butthole. She sighed and fell back into the pillows, immediately
relaxing her bowel muscles. Billy quickly speared into tasty, nether
onslaught, lapping off a gooey nugget before it could pass out her
contracting pucker. He swallowed just as she forced a much larger plug
into his open mouth.
	"That's enough," she said, pulling him roughly out of her crotch by
his hair. "You can eat the rest after I fall asleep. Right now I want
you face in my pussy, hear?"
	Laying on his stomach, Billy held his Mother's big, dewy pussy lips
open with his fingers and began licking. Using the flat of his tongue,
he licked the full length of her fuck gash like a cat cleaning its
fur. Raven shuddered in estascy. Reaching down, she pinched her
overly-bloated clitoris, rolling it between forefinger and thumb until
her son's tongue decended upon it wildly. She squeezed his head
between her strong, soft thighs and raised her clenching ass off the
bed, suffocating him.
	"Such harder, you little twerp. Make Mommy cum," she hissed, feeling
an impending orgasm explode through her loins.
	Billy rode her out, almost cumming himself in the sheets. When she
finally settled down, he kept his head between her legs, making long
slow swipes up and down her fuck trench with his tongue.
	"I hope Ron comes back to visit us again, Mommy," he said.
	"Don't count on it, Tiger," she replied, lighting a cigarette. "I got
a feeling that cunt wife of his will shorten her leash once she sees
what I did to him tonight. You like fucking men with Mommy, don't
you."
	"Oh yes."
	"You performed well, Tiger. Except for that little tantrum about
getting buttfucked, I was pleased with you."
	"Thank you, Mommy. I just got so horny watching you shit fuck him. It
won't happen again, I promise."
	"Well, I promise this week I'll buttfuck you myself, how's that?
Here," she smiled, raising her ass. "Take another treat."
	Billy chewed the turd theatrically, smiling to show Raven his brown
teeth. They both laughed his head back into her wet cunt.
	"You know," she continued, "I think it's time you brought some strange
cock into the house. Find  a butt buddy at school and bring him over
here for a weekend sleeper. If I like him, well, I'll tuck both of you
in my bed for an allnighter. Would you like that?"
	"I'd love it!" Billy exclaimed, wetting his cheeks with her abundant
pussy juice, then quick stabbing her clitoris. "You're such a
wonderful Mommy."
	"Good," she smiled, pushing his head out of her crotch. She rolled
over onto her stomach. "I'm sleepy now, Tiger. Forge a note for PE.
I'm sure you don't want to show off your playtoy to just anyone
today."
	"Okay," he said, snuggling back up between her thighs and resting his
head on her naked bottom. He rubbed his cheek against her cheek,
softly kissing the firm flesh. When he heard her breathing become
uniform, he lightly probed her asshole with his tongue. As she drifted
off into dreamland, her bowel muscles relaxed, giving her son access
to the final 6" of goo log.



	To Be Continued. .. . . .

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