Chapter 8

Tommy grabbed his prick and fought its urge to leap into his mother’s spread slit. What if she was dry? He would have to make her wet, somehow. Licking her pussy, like Robert had, wasn’t his style. He tested her hairy vulva with the tip of his desperate cock. He found moisture there, but maybe not enough. Sliding it up and down he found her inner hole quickly. Fucking from behind must be easier than his brother’s way. Tommy grinned for being smarter. Again, he felt wetness in the resisting entrance to his mother’s womb. At that point, his cock and brain were so hot, he no longer cared. He bucked his prick into the damp hole.

His mother shouted with all her voice. “AAAAAAAA!!!!” It’s too dry, Tommy!” The prick lodged halfway in her cunt.

Her son shouted from pain too! “OWW!” However, he refused to ease up. If he didn’t fuck Mommy now, Robert might interrupt them. He hunched out a quarter of his cock. Maybe he could fuck her into wetness. All the books said so. If he hadn’t been so frantic to fuck his mother, he might have pulled out completely. He pushed a quarter length up her fuck slot. Her cunt didn’t respond right away, but deep in her recess he felt something wet but thick. It was his brother’s cum! Tommy didn’t quit, but he slowed his strokes, giving and taking a few inches both directions. By his tenth push, he felt the hot snatch loosen. Deposits of semen, clinging to the walls of his mother’s cunt, helped until lubricating moisture seeped between her abused tissues and his pecker’s skin. He sighed with accomplisment. It was true! Mothers got wet from fucking them! Tommy reveled when his burning skin soaked up her juices and some of his brother’s slippery spunk. He slid more easily in and out of the defeated pussy. “I knew you were a slut, Mommy!”

Joan’s tears didn’t end. Her waist spent its strength from holding her tits above the table. She collapsed, arms still knotted behind her back, and her breasts smacked their torture devices into polished wood. She yelled once more, failing to keep her cry in check.

Robert stepped from the hall, smiling. “Gee, Tommy, if this is what you wanted, I would have got the sodas.” He chuckled. He walked around his brother’s ass which swiftly pumped hard cock into their mother’s bent over cunt! He saw his mother crying, but too he could see rebellion flicking there, just enough to keep them excited. Grinning, he grabbed a soda bottle from the refrigerator, and opened it with a church key.

Joan hated what her sons were doing! She had felt sorry for them, at first. She had been willing to forget the horror of last night. Now fucked by both, agony, sorrow, and humiliation seeded anger. There had to be a way to escape and reverse their situation, but such a dream was buried under continuous suffering. Her delicate cunt tissues had been raked raw, until they managed to protect themselves with a steady flow of lubrication. The pain from it subsided, but her tortured tits regained her attention, continuing to smother her will. Obeying them was her only option.

Tommy fucked his prick deliberately, in and out of her sore cunt, after paying dearly for its initial plunge. He had cried out from spearing her dry, but his stubbornness pushed him past the pain.

As the raw rubbing faded, pleasure, the boy had long desired, dominated his senses. “Oooohhhh, Mommy, I’m fucking you good, now!”

Joan winced. They were both fortunate for Tommy’s slimmer but longer cock. If his bother’s thicker manhood had stabbed her dry cunt, they would both be writhing on the floor from grating pain. At first, she felt no pleasure as her loins acclimated to the hard dick pumping between them.

Robert watched his mother’s angry eyes, while sipping his soda. Something sparkled for a second. He swallowed, intrigued. What was it? Would it happen again?

Her tits and upper body pressed the biting plastic pins sharply into her suffering nipples. Joan could hardly feel her son’s rutting prick through their dark cloud of pain. Yet, once more, something flickered in the cloud. It was the flame that had teased her since last night. Its warmth and early light fought the darkness and torment. The base of her spine caught the flame, like a candle, and warm tendrils seeped up, soothing some of the hurt. Flicks of heat intertwined her nipple’s sharp pangs. They wound around sharp lances and combined with them, resulting in a new feeling. Neither pleasure or pain, the candle’s flame danced slowly in sync with the rhythm of her son’s long cock. She heard herself breathing heavily, as he bucked into her very wet, pussy.

Tommy felt another gush of cunt juice soak his diving prick. He moaned from the warmth and how smoothly his cock slid through it. “Mommy, I didn’t think it could feel like this! Oooooohhhhhh!”

Tommy’s revelation of a hot cunt wrapping his rutting prick, put a grin on Robert’s face. He had been first to fuck their mother. That would never change, but he felt genuinely proud of his brother. Without him, they never would have conquered her. He wished Tommy the greatest pleasure. He raised his bottle to him, “Fuck the hell out of her, Tommy!”

His brother shot him a broad smile. “Yeah! It feels great!”

Their demeaning words stung Joan with fresh shame. She had opened her loins at her youngest son’s command. She should have resisted more and turned the tide on him! Now she was nothing more than a cunt being used by her own children. How could she have let them! The fire at the base of her spine wavered. Her son’s cock sped in and out of her most intimate place, rocking her body, rubbing the plastic teeth biting her titties. Yet, she knew, she had no chance to escape, let alone defeat them. They were too prepared and too determined.

Tommy lunged, and he buried himself deeply in her body. His testicles slapped whisper-like against her squirming, upturned buttocks. For a moment he braced himself, hands on either side of her steaming, shaking body, his prick throbbing way up inside her now velvet-soft pussy.

I’m staying in you, Mom!” Tommy croaked. “I’ll keep my cock up your cunt! I’m not going to stop fucking you, Mom! This feels incredible!” His buttocks flexed tightly. After cumming in his mother’s mouth, he knew he would last longer than Robert. His brother may have fucked her first, but he was going to fuck her best!

“Cripes!” Tommy panted, lifting his mother’s pelvis higher as he thrust brutally. “Fuck me back, Mom! Do it!” He commanded. A fresh thrill shot up his drilling prick when her ass moved, however reluctantly. He didn’t see her skin redden at her submission. Joan’s mote of rebellion fled. Instead of pain, her son’s demand had added fuel to the small fire in her loins. Continued violation fanned the flame. When he told her to fuck back, it flared, driving her resistance away.

Wow ... what a cunt! Goddamn, it feels like your pussy is sucking me off! I mean really sucking on me, when I fuck you!

“You’re giving it too her, like a man, Tommy!” Robert was enraptured by his mother’s strange reactions. When he first spied her expressions, his brother’s initial, dry strokes caused her great grief, which briefly flared as anger, until her tissues responded to protect themselves. Now, Tommy’s prolonged assault drove her from one emotion to another, slowly diming the light in her eyes, until both had glazed over. Was she actually enjoying being fucked by Tommy? He sucked another bolt of bubbly soda. Not exactly, he decided, long seconds later. She was resigned. Yet he could not deny how her wide ass jerked involuntarily against his brother’s bucking hips.

It was such an amazing performance, Robert’s attention shot to his own reawakened member. He was hard as a rock!

Setting the bottle on the counter, half drunk, he stepped up to the kitchen table and grabbed his mother’s hair. He didn’t have to move her face far. Her lips aligned with the angle of his cock. “Open your sucking mouth, Mom.”

“Yes, Honey.” Joan submitted and left her jaw hanging. Her son had dragged her upper torso across the table, causing her nipple clamps to dig their teeth deep into her abused flesh. She hardly felt it. The fire grew upon hearing and obeying her other son’s command. She accepted his thick prick as it slowly stuffed her face. She immediately began licking and sucking.

“That’s a good whore, Momma.”

“We could make money from selling Mom’s ass, do you think?” Tommy grinned evilly. His cock glistened from his mother’s juices, and he loved every drop that squirted out around her well fucked hole.

Robert recoiled on the inside, at the idea of whoring her out. Mother was theirs and only theirs! But he had a part to play, to keep the pressure on. “Maybe.” He leaned over and whispered loud enough for his brother to hear. “Would you make a good whore, Momma?”

Joan cringed. Not that. Not ever! She shook her head as best she could, but her cunt wobbled so hard, Robert might not recognized her reply. Her oldest boy slapped her left cheek playfully.

“It doesn’t matter what you want, does it?” He laughed.

His mother despaired anew. The small fire spread to her pummeled groin. Her youngest son’s slick strokes stoked the fire, with enthusiasm. Her cunt contracted and her mashed clit tingled.