Author: Daddy Walker Title: Mommy Means Business Keywords: Fb Fm Ff Fsolo m1st preg toddler ped inc anal rim nc tort rape ws snuff -------------------- 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. --- - “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. --- 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. dirtywalker@gmail.com --------------------- First published 2013 and since free for all use, under CC0: http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/