"Suck! Suck… titty!"
Billy worked against her, his cock pumping gently within her clutching cunt, Nancy stroking him over and over, her hand circling around it as it moved down his naked back to slide across the swell of his asscheeks. God! This was her son doing this! Her son!
"ohhhhhhhh, Suck! Suck! Fuck!"
She had wanted to name the baby Rolf, after the boy she hoped was the father – the boy she was now sure was the father, seeing Billy's maturing futures. But that would have been too dangerous; she would have been forced to tell her parents that Rolf was responsible for the rape. Nancy had claimed she didn't know any of the boys…
"Suck ME, Billy! Suck me and fuck me?"
The teen responded to his mothers cries of pleasure, pushing his prick deeper into her hot, yielding cunt. Nancy squeezed her cuntal muscles against the throbbing shape of his burning erection, and the boy gasped repeatedly against her tit, around her nipple. But he made no attempt to escape as she hugged him as tightly as her sex-drained strength permitted.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck me, Billy!"
"Yeahhhhhhhh!" The sigh came out against her tit, almost a burble as he blew air through his own spit. "Yeahhhhh! Ohhhhhhh, Mama!"
Nancy heard his words, but paid no heed to them as he worked his cock deep within her cunt, then stroked backward, his ass rising above her to drop back with what force was left to him. The boy felt drained by the fucking energies expended, although he had come only once so far. He was near exhaustion, but Nancy forced him to keep working, the fucking gentle, the motion rubbing his cockhead across the juicing walls of her cunt.
"Ohhhhhhh,baby! Bab-byyyyyy!"
Nancy cried.
"Yeahhhhhhh!" He was too tired to yell. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Fuck me, baby!"
"I'm fuckin' you…"
"Oh, God! Hard! Hard!" she screamed. "Hard… ohhhhhhhh!"
"Ohhhhhh, Jesus! Jesus! Fuck me, Jesus!"
The cries of lust exploded through the hayloft, stunning the listening girl as Nancy wrapped her legs around the boy's hips, locking her ankles against him in a futile effort to drag Billy deeper into her body.
"Fuck… meeeeee!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Billy heard her, his blood rising to a boil again, his cock aching until he could no longer stand the pain. He couldn't pull out; she had him prisoner. Only fucking her the way she wanted would ease the pressure, let him get the rest he needed.
"Yeahhhhhhhh!" cried the boy, summoning the last reserve of his strength. "YEAHHHHHHHH!"
He rose over the woman on stiffened arms, hair dragging down against Nancy's face, Billy's tongue riding out of the corner of his mouth. He stared at his trapped cock, pulled back against her suction, his cockhead riding out only because Nancy's cunt was filled with its own juices. Her vulva worked against the withdrawing cock shaft, almost turned inside out when the rim of his cockhead yanked back against the muscle ring.
"Yeahhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck!"
Billy threw himself back down against Nancy, their bellies slapping loudly, his pelvis slamming against her. He felt pain stab through him, but he was riding out again, suspended above the woman for an instant as blood drained down from his ass and the center of his body to engorge his cock flesh.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he screamed with all of his strength as he dropped back into Nancy's clutching cunt.
Another stroke carried him back, threw him down… and six more carried him to the finish, to eruption, his balls blowing apart with one mighty blast as they emptied deep into her willing body. Billy slammed down one final time, his face pressed tight against her tits.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Mama!" he groaned. "I fucked my mama!"
CHAPTER SIX
Nancy sighed, her cunt clutched tight around the teens softening cock… and then the meaning of his words sank in. She tensed, blinking…
I fucked my Mama.
Na! He couldn't know the truth! She rejected the idea as the boy stirred on top of her, pressing his cock upward a bit. The glans seemed larger than the shaft now as it rode through her wet channel.
"Billy…"
"Uh-huh." He sighed as he spoke, his eyes remaining closed and his hand resting on the side of her tit.
"What did you say, Billy… about your mama?"
His eyes opened. Billy swallowed, staring at Bonnie, the girl kneeling with her ass on her heels, her hands folded between her streaked thighs.
"Billy?" Nancy said.
"What did I say?"
She repeated his words, and he shivered. "What did you mean, Billy?"
The boy looked up at her, his chin digging into the flesh of her tit. "Isn't it so? You are my mother, aren't you? Not my aunt?"
"Where did you get such an idea?"
"Bonnie found our birth, certificates," he explained. "Mine said you were my mother. Bonnie and Ben and Bobby are my cousins."
"Did you say anything to… Laraine?"
"Uh-uh." He shook his head. "I figured I better not. Are you my mother?"
"Yes, baby." Sighing, Nancy patted his shoulder. "I am your mother."
"Why? I mean, why does Aunt Laraine pretend I'm hers – why aren't I living with you?"
Nancy had thought about this moment for years, never imagining it would come in such a circumstance. She had known the day would come when Billy, and the other children, must be told the truth about the situation. Well, they certainly were old enough now to understand.
She told the two the story, quickly and without embellishments – not adding that she had enjoyed the moment of rape, that she was glad it had happened for the simple reason it gave her a son now, at the moment when he was most capable to give her what she needed.
Billy wiggled his toes against his mother's legs when Nancy finished the story, sighing again.
"We figured it was something like that. You were awful young, weren't you?"
"You were born on my eighteen birthday."
"Gee, that means you were just my age now when those guys jumped you."
"Exactly your age," she said, laughing. "But I think you know a lot more about sex than I did at the time – you all know more."
The last was shot at Bonnie, who blushed, looking down. Billy grinned, wriggling his cock inside his mother's cunt.
"Yeah! I guess we do. But I'm glad you're my mother – I like Aunt Laraine, but I love you!"
He hugged her as he said it, and Nancy's eyes brimmed with tears.
"I love you, too, babe," she said softly, brushing his forehead with her lips.
The boy sighed, bringing his hand up to work against his mother's tits, milking them. He kissed one and sucked in the nipple, his mouth hollowing against it. Then he released it with a pop and looked up at her.
"Did I suck your titties when I was a baby?"
"No, Billy." She shook her head. "They took you away from me too soon."
"Oh! Darn. I wish I had."
"You can suck them now all you want."
"But you haven't got any milk in them now."
"No." She managed to smile. "I'd have to have another baby to have milk again."
"Will you? Some day, I mean?"
"I don't know. I haven't really thought about it."
"Well, if you do, I want you to save some of your milk for me. After the baby has what he needs."
"I promise, I'll save some," she said.
Now the boy moved around to her other nipple, sucking strongly against it, nipping it between his teeth and working as though he were trying to make up for lost years. His cock throbbed within his mother's cunt; Nancy could feel his pulse through the big vein.
"Oh, Billy! Ohhhhhhhh!"
He popped up again, licking his lips. "You like having your titties sucked, Mama?"
"Oh, yes! Yesss!"
"Would you like me to suck your pussy?"
Nancy froze at the question – remembering what she and Joey had done for Kathy the other afternoon. Did Billy really want to service her in the same way?