Author: Daddy Walker
Title: Mommy Means Business
Keywords: Fb Fm Ff Fsolo m1st preg toddler ped inc anal rim nc
tort rape ws snuff

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Mommy Means Business


Before the crash, Claire never thought too much about her own
sexuality. It just wasn't something you had time to consider if
you wanted to raise a family properly and keep your husband
happy.

At 17, she had run from an an abusive, alcoholic parental home.
Her older sister had disappeared a year earlier. Claire had met
her husband, who had taken her under his wings, and they had soon
been working around the clock to build their future together.

They had moved into their house after Kevin had already been
born. Claire's husband had wanted a big family and had used to go
on hyperbole about historic ruler Genghis Khan impregnating
enough women to have descendants all over the earth. At the time,
everything had made sense to Claire, who had even privately
entertained the idea that a man's true purpose on earth was
simply to spread sperm, anyway.

Of course, she had only been one lone woman, but she had still
really given this reproduction idea her best shot, seducing her
man to hardness every night, spreading her legs and inviting him
into a warm cunt, set on repaying him for saving her from misery.
In those days, it had been easy to make the hard cock come inside
her young, blonde, beautiful, big-breasted, tight body, although
she had noticed that all this fucking — all that warm, slippery
sperm dripping out — had also seemed as a drug to her, and no
drug had ever mixed well with her family.

Apparently her sister had started living junkie-life on the
streets and had given birth to a girl, now in the custody of
Claire's parents. The news had broken Claire's heart, with the
child destined to a wasted life now anyway, raised in that
hell-hole, but there had really been nothing to do. Claire had
spent all resources on her own family, which had already grown by
one daughter, one more on the way.

Years later, when Kevin had reached puberty, Claire had suddenly
started finding stale underwear, socks, and tissues. Naively, it
had taken her some time to realize Kevin had started masturbating
— more than daily from what she had been able to tell. She had
found his porn, and the girls in those films had truly been
filthier than imaginable.

Her own contempt upon seeing them had shocked her. She had become
tremendously excited, trembling, feeling her panties getting wet
in a new way for the first time in her life. At the same time,
she had felt sincerely convinced that these human sperm
receptacles truly deserved even worse than the abuse she saw them
exposed to. A woman in her own position would never be able to
give in to selfish satisfaction the way they did. There was a
purpose to her existence, at least...

Dutifully, she had tried ignoring her all-consuming visions of
mistreated sluts, but she had shamefully found her son's
compulsion too entrancing, and she had often found herself
washing his clothes by hand, just to feel the glued-up semen
dissolve in her fingers. And she had fought impulses, stronger
each time, to work those fingers into her panties, to mix one
mess with another.

---

On the day of the car crash, she had been driving, and her mind
should have been on the road instead of her son's cock.

So, of course she had suffered infernal guilt and shame when she
had woken up at the hospital, haunted by flashbacks of a truck
coming from nowhere and of her dead family in a crushed wreckage
being cut up by firemen. Her body had taken a few days to heal,
except for bruises and a broken arm, and through that period she
had apathetically believed her life had lost all meaning, until
the hospital staff had finally decided to make the announcement.

- “Your son Kevin is alive.”, they had informed her. “He's
showing some brain activity, and they're trying to wake him up
tomorrow.”

The news had shocked her into the most violent crying of her
entire life.

Over the following days, she had grown accustomed to seeing what
had remained of her 16-year-old boy. His body had looked intact
but been broken. At first, they had started talking about him
being paralyzed, before they had eventually determined that his
neck had been ruptured, and that there had been some brain damage
that might also prevent him from ever speaking again, and
ultimately they couldn't even resolve if he was aware or not.

- “But he might still be there...”, they had assured her. “There
might be nothing wrong with him. He might just need some help.”

For some reason, Claire's first thought had slipped straight to
her tongue.

- “What about having children?”, she had asked obsessively.

---

Of course, there were other concerns. They could live well on the
disability allowance from her husband's insurance, modifying the
house, outfitting it with elevators and a special chair that
Kevin could sit in without getting injured.

The chair was set up in the old hobby room in the basement,
because there was a drain in the floor for easy cleaning. There
was an opening in the middle of the seat to allow you to put
something under him instead of taking him to a toilet. At first,
Claire found the idea appallingly clinical, but she soon realized
that it was a fantastic relief for her. She learned how to
properly bathe and lotion her child. She tried to make the room
homely. Slowly, the creepy stillness became everyday, and they
fell into a routine.

During this time, he rarely showed signs of awareness, but her
limitless love was at least reason enough to get out of bed each
morning and start going about business. Then, finally one day,
Kevin's very large cock started growing in her washing hand. The
organ was flaccid again within a minute, but her own body didn't
calm down so fast.

That night, for the first time in her life, Claire masturbated
herself to orgasm, fueled by the memory of her boy's soapy
erection in her gentle fingers.

Looking in the mirror, she judged herself to still be very
attractive, wearing short-cut work shorts and a top, without a
bra. For their next washing session she couldn't help but wonder
if her son could be excited by her female form, or if he was also
aware that she was his mother and if that could disturb him.

The thought that he could somehow feel arousal involving her was
enough to make her shiver in euphoria. This was a poison. If she
didn't fight this feeling, it would soon consume her, she knew.
But now things weren't so simple. If she had a possibility to
give Kevin pleasure — pleasure that she had robbed him of — then
she almost had an obligation to explore that, didn't she?

Everything played out as an innocent experiment. She tried
masturbating him longer every day. Their sessions inevitably
ended with him softening in her hand, but 15 minutes later she
was always up in her room, feverishly fingering her cunt to a
gasping, crying climax.

She had been right all this time; her pleasure-dripping cunt was
a drug. She had to remember to put her son's needs before her
own. But must important right now, she convinced herself, was a
strict medical experiment, confirming he could still actually
produce sperm...

The experiment succeeded one day after she had wisely decided to
show him a film. She had made sure to keep his porn, and now she
started it while putting her hand gently around his soft cock.

- “I don't know how much you can understand...”, she started
explaining earnestly, studying him for a reaction. “But I've
never fooled myself. I know you would have wanted to watch more
of this smut... Yes... That's what it is, Kevin. You understand
these women are worthless... But I also understand your pleasure
watching them. And now it's so ok for you to enjoy their
abuse...”

While assuring him of her approval, of everything, she moved her
hand, massaging the smooth shaft carefully. At first, Kevin
showed no reaction. A strand of saliva hung continuously from his
paralyzed lips. When the men on the screen started slapping their
young little whore playfully, degrading her, Claire was startled
to feel the organ in her hand swelling fast. She looked up again.
You couldn't really notice any change in Kevin's face.

At one point, the camera zoomed in on a female asshole being
fucked with exceptional violence, and Kevin's cock suddenly
strained. Claire cried out in surprised exhilaration,
masturbating him harder, almost on reflex, responding to the
throbbing stiffness between her fingers.

- “Yes, baby...”, she panted with encouraging words, inspired by
her own forbidden thoughts. “Do you like that? Ohh... Your cock
is really big and hard, baby... A cock this big would hurt her
asshole a lot, you know... Would you like to hurt that asshole
with your cock, baby?”

Claire's eyes were transfixed on Kevin's organ — stiff, tense,
and veiny. The piss slit leaked white from the throbbing glans
now, as if cum inside his massive balls was building up and
overflooding, dribbling in a squishing, warm flow across her
fingers. It felt so close. She wanted it to happen. She needed it
to happen!

And finally, the shaft tensed up and twitched in her hand. Kevin
didn't make a sound, but a strong spurt of sperm reached over a
foot up in the air, followed by another.

Confused about what to do, she yelped ecstatically and got up to
accidentally start caressing Kevin's hair with her messy hand.
From below, she could smell her own cunt, and she felt sure Kevin
could too.

- “Ssshhh...”, she soothed him very motherly. “I love you
honey... I'm going to take such good care of you — you'll see...”

He fell asleep within a minute. Claire worked her way out of her
pants very carefully, and then she lay down on a sofa and
masturbated her soaking crotch to its best orgasm so far, eating
Kevin's remaining sperm off her hand, greedily.

---

It turned out she could make Kevin come about three times a day.
She paid close attention to not hurting or overstimulating him.
Usually, she would simply sit there — with her own cunt pooling —
applying lotion or massage oil, showing porn until his organ
started growing in her hands.

- “It's ok, honey...”, she would assure him. “If you had been
able to do it yourself, you would, right? I'm just helping...”

He mostly reacted to scenes of humiliation, so of course Claire
soon became the leading world-champion mom at finding twisted
porn. It felt natural to start masturbating to it herself as
well, and she quickly learned to really — really — appreciate the
violence on the screen. When she looked at the absolutely worst
films, where women were pissed on and beaten blue, she sometimes
imagined her own sister, still on the streets being forced to
subject herself to similar experiences, just for another fix.
Claire never came as hard as to those fantasies. There was no
right or wrong; there was just the bliss of surrendering to
desire, all for giving Kevin what he needed. Claire was soon past
five orgasms a day, needing more.

- “You know...”, she reasoned to herself at an unusually
enraptured moment, stroking Kevin. “At your age, I'm sure you
would be starting to get blow jobs. Real blow jobs...”

It all seemed to happen organically, without any real plan. Her
mouth moved closer to Kevin's cock. Apparently, her washing had
been a little inattentive, because she could smell old urine
through the leaking pre-cum. But she prided herself on being a
good mother...

A careful lick along the shaft left a glistening trail of saliva.
Kevin didn't make a sound, obviously, but his organ twitched when
she kissed the head softly, teasing it with the tip of her
tongue. Her lips opened, and her warm, wet mouth finally slid
down around the hardness, before her head started bobbing up and
down in a steady, motherly patient blowjob, with her tongue
swirling around the sensitive skin. A minute later, from the
background film, she heard sounds of a woman being pissed on. At
that point, Claire suddenly felt a warm eruption of sperm in her
mouth.

There was so much. She had to swallow and keep swallowing as
spurt after spurt hit the roof of her mouth and flooded her
tongue. Once the first shock had settled, she started moaning
in encouragement while she drank, showing her son how she
appreciated his delicious gift.

The shaft eventually relaxed between her lips, and she opened her
mouth and looked up with an excited, flustered face.

- “I'm sorry I couldn't do it as deep as the whores in the films,
baby...”, she panted. “I promise it will get better...”

She gasped in surprise when he suddenly started pissing on her,
but she managed to stay still. You couldn't even tell if he was
doing it on purpose or if it was only a reflex.

Either way, she decided she found the warm shower pleasant while
it made her thin top cling around her breasts.

When he fell asleep — as he almost always did after an orgasm —
she took his pissy penis back into her mouth, tasting and
masturbating herself to orgasm.

---

In her constant euphoria she found tremendous excitement from
walking around top-less, with her tits out, as a slut for her
son. Normally, she would have felt conscious about showing
herself off, but there were no traces of her old shyness.

Her mouth had quickly turned into just a swallowing hole for
their masturbatory routine, and the step wasn't far to using the
rest of her body to pleasure him.

The first time revealing her cunt was nervous, but the cock
responded by growing hard on its own, and she found herself
blushing with a flattered, relieved smile. Her pubic hair was
trimmed down to a stubble, but you could tell it was dense,
covering her entire crotch in a wide, dark triangle from which
the pink, dripping-wet labia protruded.

- “So, I guess you really like Mommy's cunt, honey...”, she
whispered in intensely rushing arousal. “I know a boy like you
really needs cunt! And there's just the two of us, so I'm just
gonna have to help you, right?”

She had never felt wetter. It was a simple matter of stepping up,
bringing the longing fuck hole and fuck shaft closer to each
other.

- “Ooohhh, baby...”, she gasped in amazement. “If we do this, I'm
going to come... You're so wonderful...”

A support handle hung down from his specially constructed seat,
and now she found it perfect to hold on to as she lowered herself
onto his erection. She whimpered in pleasure when she felt him
pressing through her slippery hole. He was quiet and still, but
he was enormous, filling her out with expanding satisfaction
everywhere.

Her tits were right in Kevin's face now. She knew this was a good
thing, but she couldn't really evaluate her performance beyond
that. She was lost in an overwhelmed trance, pushing down again
and again, while her mouth kept speaking words that astonished
her, adopting the language from the films and turning it into her
own dirty mother's tongue.

- “Fuck Mommy's cunt baby!”, she panted. “Oohhhh... You're so
good! Your cock is so big! Aaahhh... You're stretching me baby!”

And then, it happened. Claire was so excited by her own wonderful
state of maternal devotion that she was sucked into a much too
fast orgasm.

- “Ooohh... Baby!!”, she cried. “Mommy's coming, baby! Fuck! It's
so good! Aaaahh... Fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy!”

She spent almost a minute crying in pleasure on Kevin's cock.
When it was over, he was still hard, and she felt ashamed.

Nothing seemed to happen in response when she tried rocking up
and down. She had been selfish, putting herself first. One way to
save the situation came to her, and while she had planned to save
this move for later, she really couldn't think of anything else.

Claire stepped up from his cock and turned around with
determination, putting her hands on her asscheeks and pulling
them apart to show him her stretched asshole.

- “I've never taken a cock up my ass, honey.”, she said with a
hint of worry, looking back over her shoulder. “But I'm gonna do
it for you... Do you want to assfuck Mommy, Kevin?”

From her position she could lean back and grab him, guiding his
hard, warm pole to the waiting sphincter. She knew this situation
was supposed to involve lube, but the shaft was already
glistening with a thick coating of cunt juice. Besides, it would
only be right if she had to suffer for him. She deserved it. And
he liked women to suffer. Women deserved to suffer, because women
were whores...

Her twisted thoughts brought her new excitement. She focused,
pressing the cock against her clenched asshole, and she gasped.
It felt amazing. She honestly wanted to take this fat, wonderful
log deep up in her squeezing ass.

The third attempt was a success. She grunted straight out,
overwhelmed by ecstasy, having never known you could be so
completely invaded and irresistibly overpowered, and she was
still opening up. The shaft seemed to grow thicker the deeper
she pressed, expanding her insides around over-swollen fuck
meat, stretching her anus to its limits.

Many women didn't enjoy it in the ass, and now Claire understood
that those women simply didn't love enough — they couldn't
appreciate this level of intimacy and self-sacrifice. She knew
she was going to climax again, but first she had to put all her
efforts on satisfying her son.

She started moving, squeezing as she took the cock deeper with
every thrust, lodging it all the way in. Then she noticed him
stirring, and she sensed his warm sperm spewing out in her colon.
Finally, she could allow herself to lose control as well, and
soon her rectum cramped in orgasm around the shaft, milking it
for its last drops.

Minutes later, she pulled herself off, dropped to her knees, and
passionately cleaned her son's cock with her mouth, tasting the
depths of her own whorish filth.

---

Claire's parents died, and when people tried locating her sister,
they found out that she was dead too. There was no legal guardian
for the 14-year-old daughter, Abby, who had already started
taking to the same streets as her mother.

Claire didn't really have a plan, as such. But she started doing
whatever came naturally, and she could see the pieces falling
into place on their own.

The social workers recognized that keeping track of this
drugged-up teenager could be unreasonable, but somehow they all
agreed it would be good if Claire put up a bed for the girl, for
now. Then, Claire — since she wasn't stupidly naive about people
— went to an old dealer she had met through her sister a long
time ago. He actually recognized Claire and, seemingly out of
respect, set her up with a tall order. Suddenly, getting the
teenage girl to stay at Claire's house wasn't such a challenge.

Every day, Claire fucked her son in passionate perversion. But
deep down she knew that a boy needed more than a mother's love,
and now she could start nudging the sinfully pretty girl into it.

- “You'll be like a good samaritan...”, Claire would insist,
before allowing access to the drugs. “And he's your cousin, after
all... You have to be loyal to family, like I'm helping you...
He'll never experience it if you don't do it...”

For the first blowjob, she managed to persuade Abby to take her
top and bra off, revealing a slender body with barely developed
breasts. It was astonishing how young the girl looked. Claire
actually wondered if maybe the drugs could have even stopped
development.

Abby, on her part, marvelled genuinely at the size of Kevin's
cock, before bringing her young mouth to it and making Kevin come
in a matter of seconds.

About a week later, Kevin's hard organ experienced, for the first
time, a moist teenage fuck-cave. The cunt between Abby's legs was
so undeveloped it had only grown a very thin patch of hair. And,
as far as Claire's judgement could tell, what could be more
tempting for ant man's cock than a cunt so young and fresh — and
perfectly ripe for impregnation?

As always, though, this young man seemed to enjoy himself but
appeared unable to reach orgasm from vaginal penetration. So
maybe his true satisfaction actually came one day when his cousin
was unusually high before fucking him, and a very assertive
Claire could force the girl into taking cock up the slender young
ass. It only took about 30 seconds of anal girl fucking before
Kevin came, which made the doped-up teenager giggle.

A short time later, up in the old bed, Claire also came hard, as
she sucked her son's sperm out of the young girl's asshole.

- “Wow, you're so much cooler than I'd thought, aunt Claire...”,
Abby marvelled, witnessing the older woman's intense,
lust-filled, slobbering climax.

The females had fallen into a routine of fucking each other at
the end of every day, after taking care of Kevin. One day, Abby
expressed unexpected concern.

- “What if I get pregnant, aunt Claire?”, she asked while she
enjoyed her young slit being licked.

With scheming clarity, Claire convinced her high niece that there
was nothing to worry about, since the cock never ejaculated in a
cunt. The grown woman conveniently left out what happened to the
sperm later.

Already the following day she presented the girl with a small
glass and instructions to deliver a sample of urine every week
from now on.

- “They asked for drug testing.”, Claire lied. “Don't worry! I
don't think they'll care enough to actually check the
results...”

Once more, the drugged-up teenager didn't seem to doubt a thing,
but of course her urine never actually left the house. Every
week, when Claire had been given the glasses, she immediately
tested them for pregnancy.

To her surprise, she found holding glasses of warm girl piss in
your hand incredibly arousing. Maybe her excitement came more
from pride over her masterful plan. Regardless of what the tepid
liquid represented, she would often give in to urges to spill it
over her tits or cunt, masturbating herself to fast orgasms. She
seemed to have no limits now.

Sometimes, just before coming, she would even take a sip from the
glass, filling her mouth with sexy young-cunt lemonade. More
often than not, Abby's urine would simply go in their dinner, and
then Claire's crotch would trickle with wickedness as she watched
the unsuspecting young mouth eat its own body's fluids. Other
times, it also turned Claire on to stand over a cooking pot,
feeling rising steam against her crotch while pushing out thick
strands of her son's cum from her gaping anal hole into their
food.

But in the evenings she tried to save all sperm in her ass until
her fuck with Abby.

After Kevin dozing off, Claire would take the dizzy teenage girl
to the big bed upstairs. As part of their ritual, the grown woman
would reward her niece with a long session of cunt eating, and
Abby would always come within minutes, in a drug-heightened
orgasm.

- “Mmmhhh... Lick it aunt Claire! ”, she would moan babblingly.
“Yeesss... You're so good to me... I love your mouth, aunt
Claire! Oohhh...”

Once the girl was asleep, Claire would change positions. She
would put the fuck thing on the back and pull up both legs, knees
against the tits, cunt straight up in the air. Then, the
masturbating woman would slide her asshole in place, and she
would push and expel all seminal fluids out into the enticing,
pubescent slit.

Playing with her fingers in the mess afterward, Claire would
often see thick gobs of white disappearing into the depths of the
gaping vaginal hole. She would suck on the sleeping teenage
crotch or the nipples of the young tits while finishing herself.
Sometimes, Claire would even piss on the unconscious girl while
reaching a heavenly orgasm.

For a period of time, their life was a pleasant, predictable
pattern of climaxes and wet, carnal bliss, until finally one day
a sample in Claire's hand tested positive for pregnancy.

Abby surprisingly accepted everything about the new situation,
going to the doctor and all, and she even agreed to carry the
baby to term and lie about the father, claiming to social workers
that she had run off and fucked for drugs. This new development
effortlessly allowed Claire to become the legal guardian of both
the teen-mother and child to be.

Keeping Abby distracted from further substance abuse also turned
out easier than Claire had expected. Abby seemed proud of
herself, focusing completely on the baby inside her swelling
puberty stomach. As it happened, Claire loved the pregnant belly
even more.

Sometimes, during the adoptive mother-daughter couple's most
intense fucking, Claire would lose self-control and start
grinding her cunt excitedly against the big stomach. She often
lulled herself to sleep at night caressing it. It was becoming
difficult to stay controlled, now that her very own little
teenage slut's true purpose was nearly fulfilled.

The girl had never really handled being assfucked well,
especially not while sober, but lately Claire had felt confident
enough in her control to force it through on several occasions.
It wasn't just for Kevin any more. There was something decidedly
delicate about a slender, undeveloped, very pregnant whore, with
milk-swollen tits, suffering with a massive shaft in her ass.

The birth took place. They named him Simon, and he was perfect. A
euphoric Claire couldn't believe her luck.

She allowed the young mother to recover, but when all nurse's
visits were done, Claire began turning the screws. Her family had
persevered, through a miracle, and now Abby was becoming an
potential obstacle. Claire was filled to the brim with love for
the boys, but her feelings for her niece grew more impatient
every day, spurred by a juicing, sadistic cunt.

The girl was only allowed to hold the baby for breast-feeding,
often in front of the fucking mother and son. The couple came
once, simultaneously, just as the suckling baby boy urinated all
over his mother's stomach, and the young woman cried, knowing
with certainty that something had gone terribly wrong. As for
Claire, she loved the pleasures of the tiny child lips trying to
feed from her own breasts while she forced her own
soggy-trickling cunt into the niece's unwilling, servicing mouth.
Claire enjoyed this too much to restrain herself. But she knew
Abby would do something desperate soon, so Abby had to be dealt
with.

The problem was solved by purchasing some chains and shackling
the teenage fuck whore in the basement, permanently. That event
marked the first night Claire spent alone with the baby. It
suckled itself to sleep on her tits. It pissed on her, and then
she took the little penis into her mouth, sucking the tiny organ
clean, masturbating herself to a grunting orgasm of depravity.

- “You're Simon...”, she whispered lovingly to the sleeping
child. “I have great plans for you... I'm the only mother you'll
ever need.”

---

Apart from the baby, she enjoyed being able to put more focus on
Kevin again. Claire would often allow her new son to suck on her
tits while she rode her old son's cock. She had discovered that
if she played with the toddler's little penis, it would grow into
an adorable little erection, and that way he could truly be a
part of a perfect three-generation fuck.

- “I've reported her missing.”, Claire said once to Kevin while
Abby breast-fed the baby on the floor against the wall. “No one
is going to come looking for her, and we can do whatever we
want... Does that excite you, Kevin?”

Claire demonstratively walked over with a cruel smile and pissed
on the girl, who had to sit there, crying helplessly, taking it.
Kevin grew his hardest erection in months.

---

- “You want me to hit her, don't you?”, Claire asked her son with
enthusiasm while she looked down at a tear-covered face.

She was holding up Abby's head by the hair.

- “Please stop!”, the crying girl begged in desperation.

Claire slapped the teenager brutally, and Kevin's cock rose. The
adult woman delivered another slap, and the girl screamed out in
panic, but there was no escape.

- “You make his cock very hard...”, Claire observed with awe.
“You know... You're really beautiful when you cry.”

Then, she turned the wailing girl around and promptly forced the
young ass down on the cock. Abby screamed out in broken-voiced
agony as she lost a quick fight and was anally impaled. Claire
slapped the tear-covered face again and again before even sinking
a fist into the little teen girl's soft stomach.

The grown woman's thighs literally glistened with greasy
excitement while her slapping hands made sure the young bitch
kept assfucking that cock. When Claire was satisfied, she threw
the girl off the organ, which had obviously ejaculated sometime
during the assault. For the benefit of both her son and herself,
Claire once again urinated on the human piece of slut-thrash on
the floor before licking Kevin's spent shaft clean.

---

- “We have no use for her, Kevin.”, Claire whispered
persuadingly, kissing her son. “She's just a waste of food,
now... I've been thinking of one last thing to do. And I think
every man secretly wants to experience what I've planned for
you...”

The weak girl had been standing tied-up in front of them, as an
accused waiting for sentence. Without speaking, Claire started
forcing the teenage jaws apart, locking them open with rubbery
tooth props, making the mouth gape wide and moan in discomfort.
Then, Claire slapped the girl habitually while Kevin's cock
swelled. Abby was lifted up on it, and as usual she whimpered in
pain when the erection brutally violated her asshole.

- “Don't come!”, Claire gasped to her son with fascinated
excitement.

After making sure he was getting close to ejaculating, the grown
woman yanked the teenager off and instead forced the messy shaft
into the unclosable mouth.

- “Here it comes, baby!”, Claire smiled to her son.

She fought Abby's head down around Kevin's cock. When the glans
hit the back of the mouth, Claire simply pushed harder, driving
the entire length of the shaft into the throat.

- “That's it baby!”, Claire gasped as the whole neck expanded
from the thick fuck meat inside. “Your cock is so big... She
won't breathe... You're so sexy and big and hard, baby...”

The grown woman easily held the girl trapped through inevitable
panic-fighting.

- “Yeaahh...”, Claire observed with fascination. “She's really
suffocating. Stay hard, baby! Oohhh... Do you enjoy it? Do you
enjoy your cousin dying on your cock? Does it feel good to kill a
whore?”

Obviously it did, because Kevin stayed rigid as their desperate
victim grew weaker. Then, suddenly, the choking struggling grew
more urgent and instinctive, and at that point he orgasmed in his
usual quietness.

The last thing the girl did before her life ended was to lose
bladder control all over the floor.

Claire waited long enough to make sure their plaything was really
dead. Finally, she just pulled the floppy body down on the floor
and lay down to eagerly kiss its now sperm-dripping lips. Claire
surrendered to desire, and she rolled around with the
loose-limbed corpse while licking and sucking the dead mouth,
trying to recover her boy's murderous ejaculate and fucking her
cunt to orgasm against a lifeless teen rape crotch.

Half an hour later, they propped their former rape slut up
against the wall and put the baby to her breasts. It amused
Claire to fuck that way, watching the baby trying to suck its
mother's dead tit, one last time.

---

Eight years later, Kevin died quietly one day just before 6 PM.
Claire didn't even notice at first. She was busy on her knees in
bed, taking younger son's still undeveloped but petrified little
cock into her loving asshole.

- “Oohhh, that's good, baby!”, she moaned. “Fuck Mommy's ass! You
make Mommy come so good with your ... child cock... Uunhhh...”

She fingered herself to a fast orgasm as the lovely little organ
kept thrusting in and out of her sphincter.

- “Will you drink my piss, Mommy?”, the young boy asked hopefully
once he stopped.

- “Of course I will, baby...”, Claire moaned in the afterthroes
of climax. “I always do... Aaaahh... You're such a sweet little
boy...”

The child pulled out and crawled up to routinely start sucking on
one of her big, sagging breasts. She rested, masturbating his
still stiff little shaft lazily before she rolled over to take it
in her mouth, licking her own ass traces away. She waited
affectionately to fulfil her promise. He giggled and gave her a
warm stream from his little penis.

This was part of their daily routine after school. She would ask
him about the girls — who he would like to put his cock in. One
day, Claire explained, he'd get to pick one of them, and he'd get
to do whatever he wanted to her for however long he wanted, as
practice for when he'd be a grown-up.

After dinner that night, Claire walked down the basement to
discover Kevin's body. There was nothing to do but to drag him
into the adjacent storage room, where the skeleton of Abby was
still lying on the floor. Claire closed the heavy door and moved
some shelves in front to block it.

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- “Remember the plan!”, Claire cautioned Simon once he was old
enough to drive away on his own. “Start at their convention, and
then just keep following the route! I'll be so nervous... Don't
try to call me unless you need something! Don't leave traces!”

Claire had spent one whole summer taking her well-behaved boy
across the country to visit churches and congregations, getting
him familiarized with the religious environment.

While they were spying on the faithful from the car she had
taught him many things with her hand around his cock. She had
explained how these devout, attractive young girls, shunning
contraceptives and abortions, were simply custom-designed vessels
for anyone with a need to procreate. She was herself an old woman
now, but she was intent on spending the rest of her life making
babies for her family.

- “Come on, Mom! I Know!”, he interrupted her with an annoyed
teenage-boy sneer.

She kissed him goodbye — a deep, passionate tongue kiss — and
then he was off down the road.

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She gave him an even deeper, more passionate kiss on his return,
before being fucked through every position and hole.

- “Oh... I've missed you so much, baby...”, she said while on the
toilet, pissing, tasting her own ass from his cock. “So... How
many did you get?”

He laughed at her casualness.

- “I lost track, to be honest...”, he said. “I think I got over
30 in the cunt. With some I ended up in their asses, though. And
I killed a few of them too. The most beautiful ones... I like
that.”

- “Of course, honey...”, she smiled forgivingly. “I've been
following the news, but they didn't pick up on much.”

- “It was real fun.”, he smiled gleefully. “Next year you should
come too. But I brought you a present for now...”

He took Claire out to the car, where there was a beautiful girl
still in the trunk.

Mother and son opened their closed-off cellar room containing two
dried-up skeletons, and then they chained their new pet cunt to
the dirty wall in there. After pausing to look around the room,
Claire let out a spontaneous laugh.

- “We should give Kevin another chance to get in on some
action...”, she said. “Hold her down!”

The girl howled in horrified agony as the couple forced two
thick, dry bones from Kevin's remains into her cunt and ass.

- “Let's leave them until tomorrow...”, Claire decided.

She couldn't wait to see this lovely creature turn into nothing
but a panicking fuck-hole, twisting, choking, fighting in vain
for her life.

But for now, mother and son walked upstairs for a night of
passionate fucking.

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First published 2013 and since free for all use, under CC0:
http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/