From: Whacko@aol.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: 1st Story: RAVEN part II (FemDom,m/m,humil,inc,scat) Date: Tue, 11 Jun 1996 06:46:47 GMT Organization: Sense Networking http://www.oz.net The Ongoing Adventures of ************** RAVEN ************* Amazon MommieBitch Porno Queen (Part II) Billy was deep in exhausted sleep when Mommie entered his darkened bedroom. She stripped off her useless sweater dress as she approached his bed, listening to his light breathing. Her guest had been cozily esconsced on the living room sofa, his hard-on beginning to droop, but his mind properly befowled with sex-stimulating drugs to insure her a night of undauanted, wicked performance. She had no doubt about this other sleeping member of her evil passion play; she knew he would present consummately. It was simply a matter of how far she wanted to travel down deSade's road to Hell. Maybe tonight, there would be no limits. She yanked the covers off her nude son, her free hand immediately finding her budding clitoris. Even in the weak nightlight, his bottom still glowed a stunning, aching red. Bending over, she clamped one hand over his mouth while the other found the pull tab of his inserted butt balls. With sheer, demonic glee, she yanked, pulling his sexy, rose-tinted shitter off the bed as the first, grapefruit-sized butt ball was wrenched from its warm, nether cave. Billy awoke, wide-eyed, to his own muffled screams. Searing pain bunched up in his bowel then exploded like napalm through his shit chute as the first, impossibly-big sphere spat out his asshole. Then, like machine-gun fire, the rest followed in quick succession. He heard his Mommy's familiar, wicked laugh above him as he fell back onto the bed. "It's best to pull them out quickly, Tiger, then the pain is over that much faster." Catching his breath to stifle another scream, Billy blinked as she turned on the bright bedlamp. She rolled him over, her hand locked in a vice grip over his mouth. When his sobbing subsided, she viciously pinched his cheeks together, puckering his lips into a cartoonish parody of a kiss. Slinging the crusty butt balls onto the floor, she bent over him and planted a gentle kiss on his contorted lips. Realeasing him, she stood, her hands quickly unfastening her bra. Her big, unconfined breasts tumbled free and she cupped them with delight, squeezing them together lovingly. "Ahh, that's better," she smiled. "my lovely girls were going crazy, all bunched up like that." As she undid her stockings from their garter clasps, she watched her son's penis grow up his stomach. By the time she slipped back into her pumps, his stiff weenie was raised to the ceiling in incestous homage to her naked beauty. She was pleased to see it still retained a dusty rose coloration from her earlier, savage attentions, and that the proliferation of small, nasty pinch marks were also visible, looking like some exotic, tatooed pattern covering his hairless genitals. Instinctively, he veed his fingers around it and pressed down on his crotch bone, physically offering his unadulterated love for her whimsical desires. She smiled warmly into his adoring eyes. "I have a treat for you, sweetheart," she said. "You are such a good, Mommy's boy, I couldn't resist." Then, remembering her earlier present, she went to the dresser and opened the drawer. "Did you eat your bedtime snack, Sugar Plum?" "Yes, Mommy." "Good boy." "Where's my present, Mommy?" She laughed, an impish twinkle in her eyes. "Don't be so impatient, darling," she said. "You must prepare yourself first. Now, while I'm changing, I want you to put your little penis back into the AccuJack. Pump it up super big for Mommy tonight, okay? And use a cockring. I want you wonderfully swollen and on full display for the rest of the night." She reached into her purse and threw him a tube of lipstick. "And, dab a little of this on your pretty asshole, Sugar. I'm sure your waiting guest will find it sexy." In a flash, Billy was off the bed and digging into his chest of drawers for the AccuJack. Excited, he began spreading lube over his throbbing penis, unmindful of its lingering soreness. Turning to his Bitch Mother as he fitted himself into the plastic vacuum tube, he said, "Who is it, Mommy?" She smirked at his enthusiasiam. "A man, Tiger. An exciting, strange man with a gorgeous, big cock. But don't be frightened, Mommy won't let him hurt you. Since you took so well to sucking Uncle Henry's big dick last night, I want to see how you do with a man fucking you up the ass. You'll like him, you'll see. He's positively huge!" She widened her eyes in mock surpirse, then smiled. "See you in 15 minutes," she said, prancing out of the room. Ron Wood sat on the couch of a strange house waiting for an even stranger, raven-haired Siren to re-appear. His cock still protruded out of his pants like a fleshy snake peeping from its lair, laying soft but semi-bloated across his lap. "Well, what have you got me into this time, Old Hoss," he mused outloud to his penis, laughing at himself. Andrea calls you Trigger, her own personal stallion, he thought, his mind falling back into dark, bittersweet memories. You're the thing she loves most about me, probably the only thing she loves about me. And, damn, you're there everytime she wants you, aren't you. Yeah, Old Hoss, you're stiff and ready to ride the moment we hit the front door home from work, anxious to see what she's got cooking. But we fooled her tonight, didn't we? I wonder if she's given up on us yet. Probably. She wouldn't wait long after her lover has left to get Kendra feeding on her pussy. I wonder if the guy really didn't mind fucking her with the baby between them, like she said she was gonna do. I wonder if he got a kick out of my wife spreading Gerber's all over his cock and letting my daughter eat it off. And I wonder--Andrea said she'd get a poloroid of it for the scrapbook--if he enjoyed shooting his cum all over our baby's cute, little face. Did he have enough left to fill Andrea up, too? Disgusted with himself, Ron banished his nagging fantasys with a shake of his head. He focused down into his lap and was greeted by the swollen, shiny head of his cock bucking hotly in the air. At that moment he heard the deep, throaty voice of Raven from the far end of the room. "Hello again, stranger," she said, "I can see you missed me." Ron looked up. She was standing where the hallway entranced the living room, leaning slightly on the wall. His cock jerked instantly in her presence. Her makeup was touched up and her luxious mane re-poofed so it filled the space above her big, squared shoulders with perfumed, black swirls. A wide, black-velvet chocker adorned her long, exquisite neck, contrasting breathtakingly with the gauzy, flame-red wrapper stretching drum-tight over her torso. Her bright fuckwear looked like a semi-transparent, short hemmed toga, split up the middle, but gathered by a 6" black-leather belt, seperating her stiff-nippled, watermelon-sized tits with an open vee, and hanging loosely over her hips, 4" below her dark pussy fur. Elastic top stockings of smooth, black silk started 6" lower leaving her creamy upper thighs bare, and ran down the long, sleek runway of her legs. Wicked, shiny-black pumps with 2" platforms and 8" stiletto heels elevated her to almost the top of the doorframe. "Jesus," Ron moaned, "you're gonna make me cum again just looking at you." "I hope, for your sake, you're joking," she huffed. "Besides, you wouldn't want to make a spectacle out of yourself in front of my son, would you?" "What--" Ron suddenly realized why she was standing in the doorway for so long, as she stepped aside, and, with a short chuckle, brought Billy into his view. "Didn't I tell you I had a son? Oh, I'm sorry. He's been waiting up for his Mommy all this time." Ron blinked in astonishment at the young boy. He was fair-haired and smooth-skinned, looking to be about on the verge of puberty. Short, he stood next to his Amazonian Mommy, his face leaning into her waist. She rested a hand on his head, tenderly brushing his hair. He had big, blue eyes and his thumb in his mouth. Incredulous, Ron watched as the boy circled his arm around his Bitch Mother's leg and slowly ran his hand caressingly up her inner thigh, hugging her to him. "And he's been a naughty boy, haven't you, Tiger? He's been masturbating the whole time I've been gone." Ron did not want to acknowledge the facts of what he was seeing, but her words brought everything into final, crystal clarity. As if seeing him for the first time, Ron gazed wide-eyed at the naked youngster sporting a massive boner huge enough to rival his own. His cock and tight, hairless balls sprang out from a black, chrome-studded leather band into a perfect 45 degree arc, sporting a shiny, helmet-head the size of an orange. At first Ron thought it was a dildo ingenously stuck on the boy's crotch because its girth and weight looked ridicoulsly large on his small, almost feminine frame. But now, he knew, this statuesque Bitch Mother had brought him into an incestuous nightmare even beyond his own wife's perverted fantasies. Looking down at her son, Raven glowered, slapping his thumb out of his mouth. "Say hello to my new friend, Ron, Tiger," she commanded, sternness icing her voice. As if on cue, the boy-satyr raised up onto his tiptoes, and, in a breathy, little-girl voice, said, "Hello, Ron. I'm glad to meet you." Involuntarily, his thick penis bucked, slapping against his chest with a loud pop. Raven laughed, leaving her son and slowly saundering toward Ron. With an exaggerated hip twitch, she started her big tits swinging as she approached. She smiled and said to him, "Fun and games tonight, eh, Donkey Man?" Stopping at the couch, she turned away from Ron. He was presented with her glorious ass, almost in his face. The saucy, firm contours of her buttcheeks held the nightdress away from her legs, and, even in the dim light, Ron looked up into the fleshly folds of her hot, damp treasure. "Bring us a couple of drinks, Tiger," she said before sitting down next to him. "A shot of Jack okay with you?" Ron nodded, letting her push him back into the sofa as she curled in, rolling on a hip so her big, soft tits melted into his chest and arm, and her leg slid over the top of his, rubbing sensuously. Their faces inches away, Raven tickled a fingernail up the back of his neck, working her way to his ear, while her other hand dropped into his lap and began circling, torturously close to his naked, throbbing penis. Ron watched as Billy crossed the room on his tiptoes, hands back on his buttocks. His oversized cock cut the air in front of him, like the prow of a ship. Ron felt the Mistress of the House's lips on his ear. "How do you like my son," she breathed, sending shivers through his body. "Isn't he darling?" "Jesus," he sighed, as Raven finally captured his cock, kneading it in her strong hand. She started a slow up-and-down pumping rhythum along the entire shaft, adding a twist with a turn of her wrist. The youth was busy at the bar, his backside toward them. Even from across the room, Ron could see the boy had been paddled recently. His ass looked like someone had red-rouged a piece of Greek sculpture. When he didn't answer, Raven continued, nipping at his ear with sharp teeth. "You think I'm a wicked Mommy, don't you." "I think this would qualify as child abuse, yes," he replied, letting his conscience get a chance to be heard. "I am merely raising my son gay," she said. "What's wrong with that?" "Nothing, if that's his choice." "And you don't think it is?" she chuckled. "Look at his cock. He's adored it for years. Do you think he'd have such a big, lovely hard-on in front of you if he didn't absolutely love this?" On his tiptoes, Billy approached them, a drink in each hand. His straining penis bobbed like a metronome on slim hips thrust out for show. His lips were pursed, silently begging Ron for work. He traveled his eyes blatantly from Ron's face to his cock, then back up again. He stopped in front of his BitchMommy and her lover. His jutting penis quivered as he watched Ron eye it. When he offered them their glasses, his hands were shaking. "Set them down on the coffee table, Cutie," Raven said. "You may stay in the room. Do you object, Ron?" "It's your show." Ron watched as the boyslave dropped to his knees. Putting the drinks down, he sat on the carpet with his feet tucked under him, leaning back on his hands. With his knees at 45 degree angles, his swollen penis reared out of his crotch like an angry anaconda, proud of its unconcealed display. Ron noticed that it was the same, painful color as his bottom. As he looked down at the boy, Ron couldn't believe what was happening to him. This obviously full-blown Dominitrix had fine-tuned his sexual strings brilliantly, playing him into a state of near-orgasm for so long now that he was willing to accept anything for its continuance. As he gazed past his own huge woody being so expertly manipulated by the boy's Mother, he found himself staring wantonly at the younger cock. Fueled by the booze and cocaine, memories again poured into his mind's eye. But, this time, he was back in college, away from home for the first time, sharing a dorm room with a fellow student. He'd never roomed with anyone before. Being raised as an only child, privacy had become mandatory for certain habits he'd developed since turning 12 years old. He'd oftened wondered if the reason he'd developed such an over-sized, randy cock was because he'd always exercised it twice a day. Everyday. In College, it took a week before he couldn't stand it anymore. One evening, when he knew his roommate had a night class, Ron took off all his clothes, turned off the light, and crawled into bed directly after dinner. When he roomie would come home, he'd claim exhaustion for his early repose. But it didn't work that way. Ron was pumping himself furiously with both hands, squeezing his aching nuts and alternately pinching at his cockhead, while he freight-trained closer and closer to eruption when he roommate unexpectedly opened the door. The hall light bathed him, and, it took him too long to pull the sheets up and pretend sleep. His roommate didn't say anything, but Ron knew he knew. Embarrassed beyond control, he laid there, fighting back tears. Hours later, Ron still couldn't sleep. He laid on his back, staring blankly at the black ceiling. Then, in the quiet and total darkness, he felt a gentle touch at his knee. Not moving or saying anything, he felt the hand slowly work up his leg until it came to the topsheet around his waist. Slipping underneath, the phantom fingers crawled down his skin and slowly, gently, curled around his cock. For the next hour, Ron was jacked-off with consummate perfection. The sheet was lowered to his knees, and the hand was joined by its twin, who was just as adept at meteing out sexual, stroking pleasure. It felt like fireworks exploding in his balls when he finally shot his cum into high, ropey arcs in the air. The next day, nothing was said between the two roommates. It was business as usual. But, that night, when he went to bed, Ron found himself stiff under the sheets waiting for his ghost lover to appear. His cock thumped the sheet in answer when he felt the touch, once again, at his knee. This time, the two, fluttering and squeezing hands were joined by a wet, soft mouth 30 minutes into the jack-off session. For the next hour, he fought with his nuts for control. No high-school girl had ever sucked him off with such subtley and finessee. His cock throbbed with pure, lustful sensation as warm, liquid lips delicately traveled its length, sucking and kissing. A tongue, rough but immensely pleasureable, lapped and drug across his veined girth, curling around him like a velvet snake. Teeth nipped like sharp, hot firecrackers as the dripping, voracious mouth sucked up and down his stalk, pausing at the tip to tongue-tickle his piss slit and bury its grasping softness into his pubic hair. The hands rolled his tight scrotum sack like billard balls and followed the ever-moving mouth up and down his big cock like a faithful caboose. When he came, there was no problem with a messy cleanup because the loving mouth thirstily took every salty drop down its devoted throat. Ron's roommate at college was on a wrestling scholarship. Fair-haired and short, he was nonetheless tight-muscled and sinewy, possessing a good-hearted nature and an easy laugh. Ron would never have pegged him for a fag. During the day, they got to be close buddies, bonding in a friendly way that noone would suspect had sexual overtones. At night, Ron was still the sole recipient of more and more ravenous blow jobs, until, two weeks into their nocturnal coupling, Ron made a bold move. It started with Ron simply caressing his roommate's head as it bobbed up and down on his pulsating cock. Next, his hand was trailing over the taut shoulders and onto his back, kneading the taut muscles, demanding more. It wasn't until his roommate shifted his hips on the bed that Ron knew what he really wanted. Cock. Big, hard, pulsating manmeat throbbing between his hands. A cock so like his own, but different. When he started mouthing it, it was like sucking his own cock. That night, they both came together, drinking each other's sperm like a ritual offering to their mutual, homosexual pleasures. From then on, Ron knew, there was no turning back. He got bolder. One afternoon, fresh from a shower, Ron entered their dormroom, a towel around his hips. His roommate was at his desk, studying. With mannered bravado, Ron undid his towel and slung it over his shoulders, proceeding around the room in full nudity in front of his roommate. Never before had they dared this kind of intimacy outside of total darkness. Ron tingled in sexual excitement as he deliberatly made his dangling dick sway and bob with his movements. Mesmerized, his roommate watched as he teased himself into full erection without ever touching his aching meat. Big and proud, Ron saundered around the room, finally settling into his bed. He slow-jacked himself, watching his roommate strip and trying to outdo him with a wild, impromptu dance, bucking his hips with primitive abandon to slap his growing cock against his chest until it was as hard and big as his own. Finally, he lowered himself onto Ron in 69 position and they started a topsy-turvy suckfest that lasted until the next morning. Ron's grades dropped as he spent more and more time locked in his dorm with his roommate. It was not unusual for them to spend the weekend naked with each other, never leaving their room. It didn't take long for them to discover the nasty joys of buttfucking. Ron remembered the morning it happened. They didn't dare be in the communal showers together with the other dormmates, so, they made a rule to takes turns attending to their toilet chores. Running late,Ron showered last. Returning to their room, he threw off his towel and reached for his pants. But when he saw his roommate, he got distracted. The young wrestler was laying on his bed on his stomach. He was thumbing through an old Penthouse, the white sheet only pulled up midthigh on his naked body. Sunlight coming from the window drew his firm asscheeks into two perfect half-moons of flawless flesh. His semi-erect cock was pushed back between his open legs, growing against the mattress. Ron felt his manmeat stiffen into instant erection. The teaser and just become the teased. All thoughts of English 101 disappreared as Ron sat down on the bed. His roommate smiled over his shoulder, arching his butt into the air and wiggling it at him. Ron leaned down and began to apply long, slow swabs with his tongue along the full length of his hardening cock, stopping only to suck on the big balls noisily. Unable to stop himself, his tongue continued up into the tight trench of his roommate's flexing ass. During their numerous suckfests, both boys had experimented with each other's bungholes. It had become almost common practise to tickle nether rings with fingers, occasionally worming them past tight sphincters and pistoning each other's shitchutes to the tempo of their blow jobs. But Ron had never stuck his tongue up his roommates asshole before. But now, with his hands prying apart the firm cheeks and exposing his roommate's puckered brown eye to the warm sunlight, it seemed like the only proper thing to do. With his head buried in the pillow, his roommate raised onto his knees as Ron climbed into the bed behind him. It took 30 minutes of work, but, with the help of spit and KY jelly, Ron started an ass reaming that lasted until lunchtime. Totally obsessed with their new-found stimulation, the butt buddies continued until the late hours of the evening, exploring, experimenting, and finally collapsing in semen and sweat. For the next 2 months until he got expelled from school, Ron buttfucked his roommate every night, bookending it with hours-long cocksucking and mutual handjobs. At their most feverant, homosexual pitch, both boys shot their loads a dozen times apiece in one, 24-hour period. Ron never considered himself a homosexual. He'd never thought of a man's cock other than his own in the 6 years since his removal from college. Until now. "--so he needs practise. I wouldn't be a good Mother if I didn't train him properly, now would I? Look at him. He's eager to please you. I'm not forcing him into this or anything." The buzzing in his ear focused into coherent words as Ron dropped back from his memories. Raven was rubbing her firm zepplins against him like a cat demanding petting, her hand still slow-stroking his cock. The boy was staring at him from the carpet, a look of amourous longing smoking his eyes. "What?" he said, dazed, turning his head to look at the Fuck Goddess. Sighing, she pressed her lips to his, giving him a slow, slurpy kiss. As she sensuously sucked on his tongue and chewed it with her teeth, she let go of his cock long enough to guide his hand to her breasts. "Do you want to stop, darling?" she breathed into his mouth, aggressively using her wet, pink mouth spear to emphasize her words. "No--" "Remember, you said you would prove yourself. Well, I'm setting the test. Are you man enough?" "Shit, who cares," Ron replied, forcing his tongue back into her mouth. Since one tit was mashed fully into his chest, he worked the other one with abandonment. No stranger to big tits--his wife, after the implants, anyway--was proudly big-chested, but this Fuck-Me Doll's boobs were way past Andrea's league. It was like hefting a water-filled beach ball, with a nipple the size of his thumb. Ron was glad she wasn't yanking on his cock--just joustling with her big tits was driving him to orgasm. She broke the kiss and pushed herself away so he could have access to both her breasts at once. Ron immediately brought his other hand into play, watching himself heft her hooters like melons in the market. Her sultry eyes watched him, her tongue licking at her lips. She smiled and arched her back, encouraging rougher play. She broke eye contact and turned her head to her son. "Tiger, ask Ron permission," she commanded. In his breathy, little-girl voice, Billy said, "Mister, can I suck your cock?" "Tell him what you want." "I want to suck your cock." "Again." "I want to suck on your big cock." "Again!" "Please, mister, let me suck your big cock." She smirked, loving her son's avid humiliation. "He's not answering, Tiger. I don't think you've convinced him. Maybe you better show him what you have in mind." Without changing his position, the naked child dropped his head toward his lap. Arching his boner in the air, he caught it with his mouth, giving the straining helmet-head a noisy, slurpy kiss. "Very good," Raven said, her eyes sparkling. "Now, beg him again. Make sure he hears you this time, Sugar Lips." Billy raised up and leaned forward, putting his hands on Ron's knees. Irritated by the distraction from his Fuck Whore's soft tits, Ron turned his head to the young, 14-year-old fagboy. "Please, mister, I want to suck your cock so bad. Please, your dick's so gorgeous, I just wanna kiss an' suck on it, an' hold it. I've never seen one so big and pretty. Please. I'll make you cum, I promise. Let me suck your cock, please, mister, please." Raven throated a low, gutteral laugh. She pulled on Ron's stalk, aiming it toward his face. "Ever suck your own cock like that?" she teased. "No? Not even when you were a little boy like my son here? Oh, come on, Ron, with a monster like this, I bet you were stretching it in grade school!" "No," Ron grinned. "I never played with myself. I was a good boy." She guffawed. "Well, how about the blow job plea? How many times have you been in the bathroom at a bar and heard some fag on his knees whisper through the hole in the wall asking if you want your cock sucked, huh? How many times have you eased this big fag teaser through a glory hole into some homo's friendly mouth, eh, Ron?" "Never," he said, maintaining his grin, looking down at the teen cock begger. "I'm not that kinda guy." "Well, this is a night of all kinds of 'firsts' for you isn't it? First time you've ever cum in your pants--" "Hey, you don't need to--" The big Mommy Slut laughed, turning to her son. "Ronnie-poo here creamed in his pants when he first saw your Mommy tonight, Tiger. What do you think of that?" "He should have," Billy responded, his little-girl voice filled with quivering adoration. "You are the most beautiful woman in the whole world." She smiled, drinking in the praise. "And you're the most wonderful son a Mother could have. Now, I know how badly you want to suck Ron's cock, right Tiger?" "Oh yes, Mommy, I do." "Ask him again." "Please, Ron, may I suck your cock? Please?" "Maybe he'd be more accomodating if you helped him with his clothes, sweetie," she cooed, unbuttoning Ron's pants. "Take off his shoes and pull down his pants, Tiger." "Yeah, kid, get me stripped to fuck your Mother," pulling her big, fleshy body against him for another kiss. He ran his hand up her leg from stockinged knee to naked thigh, hot with excitement when she opened her long gams for better access. Wasting no time, he cupped her pubic junction, combing his fingers through her thick pussy bush before dipping them into her wet slit. They slipped into hot, molton liquid. She moaned in his mouth and wiggled tighter against him. "You are in for the fuck of your life, Donkey Man," she breathed. "Just hold on and do as I say and you won't be sorry." The satyr-child finished with his pants as his Mother began unbuttoning his shirt. Licking his lips, he barely contained himself knealing between Ron's knees. When she opened his shirt, she sighed and ran both her hands over his chest and stomach, bringing them to a stop flat against the sides of his standing cock. Pressing down with her fingers on his nut sack, she strained his boner to its full height, smiling at her son as she bobbed it in front of his face. Ron buried his head into her soft, hanging tits, biting at a flint-hard nipple through her nightgown. "Come on, my little cocksucker, don't wait for Ron's approval. He's being difficult," she chuckled, her eyes wide with perverted glee. "Give it a nice, big kiss for Mommy." Ron felt the apple-sized head of his big cock enveloped with wet, sucking flesh. Ten little digits tried to close over his thick girth to no avail. He brought his head out of the big whore's tit flesh just in time to see her son swoop half of his boner down his throat. The flat of the boy's tongue slapped repeatedly against the sensitive underside of his cock like a crazed rubberband, sending rumbling sensations to his churning nuts. "Jesus," he moaned, as the Bitch Mother released him to her son and fell back into his arms. She giggled with demonic delight, then wrapped both arms around his neck and squeezed him like a perfumed vice as she feverishly attacked his mouth with hers. Fingernails dug into his shoulders as she chewed on his lower lip, moaning and dribbling spit down his chin. The boy let go of his cock with a loud slurp, then lapped his tongue down the veined shaft to nuzzle his heavy balls. Raising up on his knees so his head hovered over Ron's pulsating penis, the boy began an up and down sucking rhythum. On the downstroke, he took more and more meat into his mouth, working his stretched lips closer and closer to the wiry-haired base while one hand palmed his balls and the other squeezingly spread his saliva over the entire, throbbing length of his pounding pud. Just as her fag child buried his nose into his pubic hair, she felt Ron rise up, his body jerking. "Get off him, now!" she screamed, grabbing her son by his hair and throwing him violently off the deep-throated, throbbing penis. "Fuck! don't stop," Ron cried, arching his loose boner in the air. "Don't you dare cum now, you asshole!" Raven continued screaming, her hands balled into fists, as she exited the couch and loomed over him. Ron fought for control of his orgasm. Looking up at the Dominitrix, her face red and contorted with anger, he knew she would probably beat him to death. Unfortunately, that also was an inexplanable turn-on to him at the moment. Ron relaxed. "I'm okay," he sighed. Then, motioning with his arms, "come back down here and I'll fuck you now." Raven snorted, her hands on cocked hips. Her slaveson was standing next to her, sucking furiously on his thumb, his eyes wide with fear and desire. "Here's the only thing you're gonna fuck tonight if you don't watch yourself," she retorted, roughly spinning the boy around and bending him at the waist. With his young, welted ass in Ron's face, the Bitch Slut spread his cheeks with both hands. Ron stared into the fag Adonis' distended butt mouth. The large, puckered rim was generously coated in bright, red lipstick, cratering a hole big enough to swallow a scotch bottle. Raven spanked the boy hard, then threw him back down at Ron's feet. "I think we need a break," she said, walking over to the stereo. She fired some AC/DC, turning up the volume until the bass thumped the walls. "Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwoooooooooo!" she howled loudly, grinning wickedly, her hips catching the rhythm as she raised her arms above her head and wildly shook her big tits at Ron. She began a dirty, slutty dance, moving like she was taught in the strip clubs of her youth. The boy crawled between Ron's legs, his mouth foraging back into Ron's lap for his cock. He began with soft licks and kisses, then got bolder with his hands. Ron laid back and enjoyed the show--and the blow job. Between songs, she fed him more cocaine. She pranced around the room in wild abandon, keeping every ounce of her incredible pultrichude in sensuous, wiggling motion. The youth sucked and played Ron's boner between hands and mouth with dutiful ease. Behind him, his Mommy dropped her belt, then her flame-red wrapper to the floor. In heels and stockings she continued her bump-and-grind through another song, bobbing her huge breasts like two buoys on a violent sea. Finally, the album ended and the room became quiet except for Raven's hard breathing. Legs spread, she straddled her son's head in Ron's lap and humped her frothy pussy into his hair. "My son has other duties around the house besides sucking off my lovers' big cocks," she huffed, grabbing his now-wet hair and pulling his mouth off Ron's shining horsecock. Bending his head back, she planted her cunt in his face. Still two-fisting Ron's cock, the boy hungrily slurped at his Mother's pussy. Ron watched, mesmerized by the incestous coupling, as suddenly yellow liquid began streaming down the youngster's face. "Have you ever drank piss, Ron?" the big FuckBitch said sweetly. "No--" "Oh, come on, you mean to tell me your darling, loving wife has never pissed in your face? Want to try it?" "No." She laughed heartily, letting her son clamp his open mouth over the golden stream and take the bitter urine down his throat. Ron watched his adam's apple bob up and down as he hurriedly swallowed. "I'm ready to fuck now," she said, low and throaty, as she finished her toilet then directed her quivering, dripping quiff to Ron's standing cock. Without waiting for a reply, she nuzzled the shiny head with her hot pussy lips, then sat in his lap. Her son held his cock as his Mother worked her tight cunt down Ron's pulsating pole. A long moan escaped Ron's lips as she gobbled his cock, finally bottoming out on his balls. She sat there, her hands on his shoulders, not moving for a moment, staring into his eyes with an amused look. "Oh, you feel good. So fucking big. We're gonna have a lot of fun tonight, Donkey Man. Just lay back and let me do the work," she whispered, easing her naked tits into his chest as she slowly kissed him. Slowly, she sucked her cunt back up his pole until the head was once again at her sex entrance. Scrunched below them, the boy's tongue followed his Mother's hot pussy, tickling the sensitive underside of his cock. Then back down again. This time when she rose, the boy's mouth stayed on his balls. She slow-fucked him while they played kissey-face and he squeezed and pulled at her tits with both hands. Her son puncuated their nasty coupling with kisses and licks, his hands fluttering over their greasy, fuck flesh. While she rolled her hips on his lap in full penetration, Billy tongue-speared his Mother's asshole, making her moan in Ron's mouth. Mother and son worked his full, straining 14 incher for 2 hours before he felt her cunt spasming on his cock and she shuddered against him in G-spot orgasm. Strangely, Ron didn't even feel remotely close to cumming. His cock had become a bar of steel, ready to impale anything before it. He was determined to show this Bitch the fuck of her life. He was hooked on her perverted, filthy brand of sex. He wanted her to keep him in her lair forever, allowing him to service her over and over, day after day. "Ready for bed, now?" she sighed, squeezing him with her cunt muscles. "You mean, go to sleep?" "In your dreams," she laughed, kissing him on the end of the nose. "No, in my bed is where I lay back and you do the work for awhile, Donkey Man." She turned back to her son, giving Ron a watermelon-sized tit in his mouth to keep him happy. "Go turn down my bed for us, Tiger." The kid was up on his toes and fag-walking out of the room in a flash, but Raven made no effort to vacate Ron's lap. "Well?" she said, pulling her tit away with a loud plop. "Well, what?" "Aren't you going to carry me into bed?" To Be Continued . . . . . (This is the first story in an ongoing series. Please attach a post if you want more).