June watched in shock as her screaming daughter disappeared around the bend up the road, the sadistic youth humping at her naked ass even as he maneuvered the roaring motorcycle.
Digger inserted the knife between the rope and June's back and he severed it. He grabbed June by the hair and made her sit up. She almost slipped off the seat, sliding in the jism and cunt juice.
"Come on, Hot Momma. Let's have some fun." Digger yanked her off the cycle and be gave her a shove.
She fell, skinning her knees and hands. Her tits wobbled heavily. "Please don't hurt me," she begged pathetically. She knew Digger could crush her in a bear-hug and snap her spine in a second.
Digger drew the tip of the knife blade lightly down her back. "Up, bitch! Up!"
Sobbing, June stumbled to her feet, the fuck-slime continuing to leak from her cunt and slide down her legs. The scent of cunt and jism made her sick to her stomach.
Digger pressed the knife to her back. "Get moving."
He marched her directly at Randy, whose gaze crawled all over her like beetles as she approached, her tits wobbling. The boy's crotch bulged, as if he'd stuffed a softball in his pants.
She stood before Randy, her tits heaving, anger and shame and fear filling her. She couldn't look into his eyes… but she didn't need to. The boy was too busy gawking at her tits. He even licked his lips, as if he wanted to bite her nipples.
"Well, well," Digger said, sliding the blunt edge of the knife blade against June's right tit. "Looks like sonny boy wants to chew on his momma's titties." He tickled her nipple with the tip of the blade. "Maybe I oughta slice one off, and make Momma feed it to him."
Randy swallowed, not saying a word. It was almost as if he didn't care if Digger cut off her tit. She felt like killing him.
Digger laughed. He suddenly slapped June on the ass, knocking her against Randy and the cycle. Her naked tits momentarily squashed against her son's chest and she smelled his warm breath. Digger forced her to her knees.
"Unzip him and pull his fucker out," Digger ordered.
June was horrified by the idea. "I… I can't," she whispered.
Digger pressed the knife to the side of her neck, and June reached up, fumbling with her son's zipper. She reached inside his pants, nearly jerking her hand away as she felt the moist hardness of her son's cock. His fucker was enormous. She could feel arteries twitching in his prickshaft, could feel it throbbing. She couldn't get it out.
"Well unsnap him, for Christ sake," Digger said.
June wanted to scream. Gritting her teeth, she unsnapped her son's jeans and watched his prick spring out. It stood straight up, throbbing against his skinny belly like a billy club. Against her will, she inhaled the musky, sweaty aroma of his cock and found herself getting turned on.
"Lick!" Digger ordered, and June didn't resist, couldn't resist… didn't want to resist.
She salivated profusely as she lapped up and down the backside of her son's upright cock, coating it with spit, making his prick shine. The veins and bumps of his splitting-hard cock thrilled her tongue.
The boy gasped, trying to hump despite his being tied securely to the cycle seat. His prick throbbed wildly, fucklube leaking out and running down it like a clear frosting. June licked off her son's sap-like juice, savoring the slightly salty, slightly sweet taste of it. As she licked her son's prick, she squeezed her legs together. Her pussylips were swollen and tight. The itchy thrills that saturated her fuckmeat made her moan with desire. She craved sexual release.
Digger yanked her away by the hair. "That's enough, bitch."
June panted, blubbered. She wanted more than anything to thrust her hand between her legs and to relieve her fuck-tension, but she couldn't masturbate in front of everybody, especially in front of her son.
Digger cut the boy lose. "Climb off that chopper and take off your pants, boy."
Randy did as he was told, moving slowly at first, as if his joints were stiff. His prick remained standing almost vertical, the fucklube oozing put of it and running in long trickles down his cockshaft. He stepped out of his jeans, standing completely naked in front of his mother.
"Okay, boy," Digger said. "She's all yours. Do whatever you want with her."
June felt only relief. Digger was freeing her, was giving her over to the hands of her own loving son. She had to bite her lips to keep from laughing out loud. She gazed up at Randy, smiling.
He was smiling, too… except it wasn't a smile that comforted her. It was a smile much like the smiles of these cyclists-cold, savage, charged with lust. She screamed as he suddenly dove on her, knocking her flat on her back on the rocky ground. Then he was biting her tits, sucking them, trying to gnaw the nipples off. She kicked and clawed at him, groaning with pain.
"Ohhh, wowww!" the boy growled, his voice quavering. His body almost burned her with its heat. His huge prick ground against her abdomen as he rubbed himself all over her, rutting at her naked body with unbridled lust. He sank his teeth into her neck, chewed on her ear, reached up and mauled her tits, nearly popping off her nipples.
June writhed helplessly on the sharp stones and burning, dusty clay. She pounded her son's back with her fists, kicked at his ass with her heels, screamed at him to get off her, but he wouldn't quit. Sliding down, he rammed his cock between June's thighs. His fist-like prickhead pounded her wet crotch and suddenly forced apart her pussylips. His long, thick, hard cock fucked into her cunt, filling her as she'd never been filled before. She arched up, gasping from the stretch in her cunt. Her son ground down on her with all his weight, solid bone and muscle, and he began to fuck her savagely.
He was raping her! Her own son was raping her! June cried out in shock and sank back. Randy humped between her legs, reaming her out, fucking the pussycream out of her cunt.
She lay under him helplessly, allowing him to take his pleasure. She couldn't fight him. He was too strong. She couldn't believe this was happening. For a few moments she wished she could get hold of that knife so she could kill both herself and Randy. But then her cunt began to contract, to respond against her will to her son's cock, and within seconds her pussy was filled with an insatiable fuck-itch. She began to rock her hips, to fuck her son's cock as it fucked her cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped, clawing at Randy's muscular back, thrusting her tits up at him. She foot-stroked the backs of his legs, lightly scratched his thighs with her toenails. She began to bounce her ass, despite the sharp stones under it, to impale herself on her son's huge prick as he stabbed it into her again and again.
They grunted together, fucking like a pair of animals. Throwing her head way back as she arched her neck, she caught sight of Howard. She saw him upside-down, but she could read the hate in his eyes. She knew he would kill her if he could get loose. She smiled at him, showing him her teeth, displaying her pleasure.
"Whore!" Randy muttered, fucking her with long, grinding strokes, cracking their pelvic bones together. "Fuck you, bitch!"
She couldn't believe the words bubbling from her son's mouth. It was as if he were possessed. He glared down at her like a demon, fucking the guts out of her.
"Yes!" June whispered. "Oh, yes, fuck me, oh, darling, fuck me. Yes, yes, yes!" She crushed the writhing youth in her arms, rubbed her heel up and down his moist asscrack, shoved her foot between his legs and tickled his swollen, cum-filled balls with her toes. The heat welled up throughout her body. Every cell of her tingled, tight and prickling with lust and fuck-sensation. She jerked her ass, driving her pelvis up at her son's pelvis, fucking his cock, loving him as she'd never loved him before.