Chapter 13

My fingers press a little more and darkness gives way to pink. “That’s right, mom. I just fucked your ass and if felt great. Did you feel me cumming hard inside you, mom?”

There’s almost no delay and getting better at hiding the pain. “I felt my son’s dick twitching and gave your whore of a mother a shitload of cum.”

Her pubic hairs continue to ruin the moment, but not enough for me to pull away. “A shitload of cum, mom? I like that. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to stay just like this, with your legs spread like they are right now. If you move from this spot, I’m going to fuck your pussy. Do you understand, mom?”

Pleasant scents was over me as I smile at the treasure awaiting my dick. “Your whore of a mother’s going to stay just like this. If I move, my son’s going to fuck my pussy. What if I have to pee?”

My smile turns to a grin. “Guess you’ll just have to piss on yourself, won’t you, mom?”

<<< Jennifer >>>

I’ve been in the same position for hours and don’t know how many times my son’s been inside the same hole. I’m afraid to move, since I don’t want him to carry through with his threat of fucking my pussy. He’s yet to clean himself and I won’t take any chances. Hanson will carry out his threat.

He’s on his knees behind me, and I’ve grown numb to most of what he does. His breath no longer makes my skin crawl anymore than his touch. My son’s lips press to my cheeks and feel his tongue explore my flesh and not for the first time. I don’t know if he’s waiting for me to react in some way, but he’s going to be disappointed if that’s the case.

My son’s starting to back away and know what’s coming next. There’s no longer the tightening of my body as I wait for the next assault. He’ll have his fun and I’ll continue to lay here until he tires of this.

There’s not so much as a hiss anymore as I feel him enter and take his time pressing in. I feel every inch of him, but it’s as if I’m feeling everything from a distance. He’s sighing as he enters in that way he does and don’t think I’ll get that sound out of my head. I don’t know why my son’s sighs have perched themselves in my brain over all others, but maybe it has something to do with how much I’ve heard it today.

Hanson’s balls rest against my pussy as the last of him enters, and hear his voice take on a lecherous tone I know almost as well as his sighs. “What am I doing, mom?”

There’s nothing I like about what I have to say, but it’s the only way to keep him out of my pussy. “Pressing your dick deep in my asshole. My son’s about to fuck your incestuous whore of a mother hard in the ass.”

He pulls back a little and rams me hard, which causes my tits to press uncomfortably beneath my body. “That’s right, mom. I’m about to fuck your tight ass hard. What’s going to happen after I fuck your ass, mom?”

Hanson doesn’t care how mechanical I sound, just so long as I say what he wants to here. “My son’s going to cum deep in your incestuous whore of a mother’s asshole.”

I feel him pull back and his fingers dig in to spread my cheeks. His hips start to thrust hard as his sighs continue to dig deeper into my brain and feel his balls bounce against my pussy. My entire body is thrust forward and there’s nothing pleasant about any of this.

He doesn’t here me so much as wince, since everything continues as if from some great distance. I’m aware of every action my son takes, but don’t fully acknowledge it’s happening. This is nothing more than a waking nightmare that must have an end.

Hanson’s sighs turn to groans as his pace quickens and I’ll be free of him soon. The twitches cause him to press against me, and want this to be over. Fresh cum joins the old that remains buried deep, and don’t know how much more I can take. That’s a lie, since I’ll take whatever he has to give to keep him out of my pussy.

The twitches come and go as Hanson tries to hold himself in, but he’s already getting soft. I’m almost free as he presses out and feel some of his cum drip down to my pussy. His head pops out and I wish I could be rid of what he left behind, but it’s going to remain along with the what was already there.

His fingers release my cheeks and his voice sounds ragged. “Do you want to take a shower, mom?”

I fear this is a trick question, but won’t risk my son being sincere. “Yes, your incestuous whore of a mother wants to take a shower.”

His fingers softly caress my cheeks, and his voice is no longer ragged, but lecherous. “Stretch your legs and I’ll get everything ready, mom.”