Not bothering to put away his saliva-coated semierection, Frank scooted down beside Kenny and took possession of the dildo's handle. "She's ready as she ever will be, old buddy. Is your peter up?"
The slender nine-year-old nodded. He was panting for breath, partly from excitement and partly from the physical exertion of pumping that heavy dildo in and out of his mother's hairy hole. Her sex split, while nice and slick with her copious vaginal secretions, clung to the massive shaft so tightly that shoving it in and out of her had turned into quite a chore for a child Kenny's age.
Frank grinned with lewd expectation. "Then take off your pants and shorts, and I'll let you stick it in your mama. How about it, Marge, you ready to give the kid a piece of puss?"
"Good Lord, Frank!" she gasped, staring at Kenny as he pushed down his pants. "We shouldn't… do anything… li-like that! It's incest!"
"Yeah, it is, ain't it?" Frank chortled. "But that's not what I asked you, baby. Take a look at that stiff little pecker on him and tell me you don't want it."
Quickly she shut her eyes, refusing to watch as her son pushed down his shorts. The mood she was in, she didn't dare look at Kenny's penis for fear she might weaken and give in to Frank's unspeakably indecent urgings.
"The very idea!" she wailed, shuddering with a mixture of fascination and horror at the mere thought of committing incest with her beloved son. "I'm his mother, Frank! How could you even suggest such a wicked thing? For God's sake, haven't you already put us through enough filthy perversions to satisfy you?!"
"Not near enough!" he snarled as he slowly inserted the full length of the gigantic rubber phallus up her now-stilled torso.
When he had all twelve inches of it buried in her belly, the head pressing against the bruised, ultra-sensitive mouth of her dislocated womb, he squeezed the testicular bulb and injected her with a torrential stream of cold, gelatin-thickened milk. The stuff gushed out in a single powerful surge, bathing her feverish uterus before it washed down luridly between the shaft of the huge dildo and the satiny walls of her snug fitting vagina to spew out of her, making her tightly gripping cuntlips flutter and sputter around the broadly flared base of the artificial penis.
"Ooouuuu!" Marge sighed, the different but highly pleasant sensations of it causing her to shiver blissfully as the whitish slime streaked her thighs and buttocks and trickled down the crack of her quivering rump. She was about to have another climax, and all in the world she wanted was for Frank to start ramming that lovely monster to her and bring her off. "Fuck me with it, Daddy! Get it going hard and fast! I'm about to cum! Push me! Ohhh, hurry! Push me oooverrr!!"
He wasn't about to let her have that cum she wanted. She was hotter than a Death Valley fox in rut on a scorching summer day, and that's exactly the way she was going to stay until she did what he wanted her to do. His powerful fingers locked around the handle, but instead of pumping the dildo to her, he yanked it completely out of her, depriving her orgasmically primed pussy of the evil instrument just when she needed it stuffed up her in the worst possible way.
Her tautly-stretched portal hung onto it like a bulldog, the elastic rim of her hair-fringed opening pulling out from her sweaty crotch, clinging hungrily to the retreating head. Then the broad coronal ridge broke the suctioning seal of her gripping labia minora, and the fist-sized rubber crown lurched free of her distended cuntflesh. It sounded like the uncorking of a five-gallon jug, except the noise her disappointed snatch made was a bit softer and a lot wetter. Her clefted mound snapped back against her groin in a rubber-like fashion, her swollen larger labia flapping loosely in the breeze. Her cunt was a mess, what with gelatinized milk and an abundance of natural woman-goo bubbling down out of it. The furry gap between her legs, previously as small as a virtuous teenager's, was now a gaping gash that could easily accommodate a mule.
"Ooohhhh, nooooo!!" Marge groaned piteously. "Put it back in! Please, please! Dear God, Frank… d-don't be so cruel! You can't leave… me… li-like this! Oh, Daddy, I'm… burning up! Shove it back up meee… and give me… some relief!Make me ccuummm!!"
"So you want to cum, do you?" he taunted, pushing Kenny – who was now nude from the waist down – into position atop her. All it required was a little shove at Kenny's boyish behind, and Frank had the child's pecker inside the mother's sloppy cunt.
"Nooh, Frank! Oh, My God!" Marge cried, but she made no move to dislodge her son. She could barely feel his tiny goober, didn't know for sure if it was in her yawning pussy yet.
Kenny, on the other hand, was very much aware of the moist, womanly heat surrounding his stubby peter. He was high on wine, beside himself with premature, albeit very real, passion; it felt wonderful to him. He liked his mother's pussy right off, and couldn't have been happier about getting to make love to her the way he'd seen Frank doing that morning.
"Ride her, buddy boy!" Frank hissed, and swatted the lad's naked behind as if he were a young colt he wanted to send off at a gallop.
Imitating Frank's earlier example, the glassy-eyed kid flew into action, his stony little dick stabbing rapid-fire into his mother's gaping fuckhole.
He'd hunched her perhaps a dozen times when the first orgasm of his young life exploded in his loins, nearly scaring the naive child to death. He hadn't known anything like this would happen, and although it felt awful good, Kenny thought maybe he was dying, or at least having a fit of some kind.
"MAMA!" he yelled, and collapsed on top of her, crying, "Ohhh, ohhhhhh ahhhhhhhh!!" as his surprised pecker jerked throbbingly in the velvety softness of her hot, wet cunt.
Marge could tell he had it in her now. Of course there was no ejaculate, but she could feel his darling little organ twitching wildly about inside her, and she knew he was cumming. His frightened outcry melted her mother's heart and, right or wrong, she flung her arms around him and hugged him tight, crooning, "Yes, Kenny, yesss! You're cumming, sweetheart! Don't worry! It won't hurt you! Cum, cum! Oh, Precious, darling… my adorable little boy!"
"GAW-AWD-DAMN!" Frank husked, for the sight of mother and son fucking had such a powerful psychological effect on him that, although his prick was only half erect again, it was spurting a second, smaller load of sluggish, milky-white jism.
While the mother and son lay there on the floor in the classic position of intercourse, Marge crying and Kenny wondering what was wrong because he'd enjoyed it and thought she had, too, Frank turned up the bottle of whiskey and killed it without realizing what he was doing.
The room was spinning around Frank when he dragged Marge's son off her and began drunkenly stuffing his limber penis in her. But it wasn't Marge he was attempting to screw. In his alcohol-drugged mind, she'd somehow become not Kenny's mother but his.
It wouldn't work. After two cums and all that booze, he was temporarily impotent. Finally he rolled off her, muttering incoherently, and began blubbering, then broke out crying like a baby.
Marge, who wasn't nearly so drunk now, ignored the big slob. Sorely ashamed of the dreadful thing they'd all done but needing relief desperately, she made Kenny go into the bedroom and, as soon as he'd closed the door behind him, she grabbed up the dildo and was attempting to stick it back up her burning snatch when Bobo trotted over with his tail between his legs and started licking her messy crotch.
The big German shepherd had tried to work his head under her dress many times before, but she'd always slapped his head and scolded him severely. This time, however, she was disinclined to rebuke the dog once she'd felt the enormously enjoyable results of his lapping tongue. Her cunt was on fire. If she didn't get relief she feared she would go crazy and start screaming and trying to climb the walls. The head of the dildo was too large; she couldn't insert it, didn't have the strength.