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
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   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).  
