The pain in her asshole went all the way to her head, and the more she screamed, the harder her son pulled at her cunt. She couldn't tell which hurt worse, her cunt or her burning, stretching asshole. She sobbed as he fucked fast into her asshole, the need to shit becoming very, very strong now. She felt stretched so wide.
"Take it out!" she yelled. "Oh, Howie, please take your cock out! My God, it hurts! Don't fuck me there Howie! Fuck my cunt… it's wet for you! Please, don't fuck me in the ass anymore!"
"Shut up or I'll shit in your ticking face, Mother," he growled, fucking faster.
Joan sobbed and tried to keep from screaming, even when he was pulling very hard on her tender clit.
Howie rammed his cock deeply, his balls smashing at her ass. He was close to coming and with a grunt, he jerked his prick from her asshole. Joan quickly clenched her ass ring, afraid of shitting. Still, her asshole felt so wet and open.
Howie moved near her face again, and she saw how hard his cock was. Her eyes flew open when he shoved his slimy cock to her lips.
"Noooo!" she wailed.
But Howie grabbed his mother's hanging hair, jerking it hard, sending searing pain through her head. Her mouth flew open to scream, and he rammed his cock into her mouth. Joan was crying hard now, her son's cock between her lips. It tasted of shit, like his farts.
"Suck it, cunt!" Howie demanded harshly. "Suck the slit off my cock! Suck it good! I'm gonna come in your fucking mouth, Mother!"
Hardly had he said it when his cock started spurting jism. The thick come juice gushed into her throat, and Joan swallowed out of desperation. She tasted shit, and come juice was spewing over her tongue, and she thought she was going to gag. But the more her son filled her mouth, the better it tasted, and despite the shit on his cock, Joan sucked hungrily, her throat, working to swallow, every bit of his creamy, sweet come juice. His balls rested on her nose, and she felt them writhing as they emptied down her throat. Her cunt was boiling, and she was close to coming, herself. But Joan knew she wouldn't. Not this way.
When Howie lifted his limp cock from her mouth, she moaned, eyes streaming with tears, but glittering with a perverse passion.
"Piss on me!" she yelled. "Piss on your mother!"
"Anything you want, fartface," he laughed, and he began to spray her face with hot piss.
Joan, feeling her son's hot piss on her face, also felt her cunt starting to convulse with a tremendous orgasm. She whimpered, her face drenched with his piss. She loved the stinging spray on her lips, and started to open her mouth to let him piss into it, when the stream suddenly cut off.
"Not yet!" she wailed. "I'm about to come! Piss in my face again, Howie! Ohhh, God piss in my fucking face!"
Howie moved to her ass, and let it go again. He pissed on her pussy, then directly on her sore asshole. Joan wailed as her cunt boiled into a very powerful orgasm. The wails were those of ecstasy. The hot piss seemed to sear the tender lips of her hairy cunt, yet soothe the pain in her asshole.
Howie pressed the head of his cock against his mother's asshole, watching the piss spray over it. He pulled the lips of her cunt apart and drew his cock up, pissing into her cunt, making his mother's orgasm stronger yet.
Howie laughed hilariously, looking down.
Joan was humiliated.
She had dribbled shit.
She felt the shit squeeze from her asshole, no matter what she did to stop it. Her degradation, she felt, was absolutely final.
CHAPTER SIX
Joan decided she wasn't going to tell Jack about her experiences with her son. She didn't know how he would take it, and besides that, she had really been humiliated.
When Cindy came to stay with Howie, Joan noticed the girl was withdrawn, not looking at Howie. She could understand Cindy's reluctance to stay alone with the boy. Apparently, she had said nothing to her father, either. Cindy seemed more shy than usual. She had not been a shy girl before just a little withdrawn. But now she seemed to try and shrink into herself. Her shoulders slumped, her head low.
The girl had a very good figure, but now it looked to Joan as if Cindy were doing everything she could to conceal the thrust of her young tits.
As Joan left the house to visit with Jack, she saw her son looking at Cindy, his eyes glowing with anticipation already. She shivered as she closed the door behind her, hoping her son wouldn't hurt the pretty girl too badly. There wasn't anything Joan could do to help. Both she and Cindy were in a situation of secrecy. Neither could say anything. Otherwise, it would blow sky high, creating trouble they didn't want.
"Fucking cunt," Howie said as soon as his mother was out the door.
Cindy's shoulders jerked, and her face turned pink.
"Look at me, cunt!" Howie demanded.
Afraid to refuse, Cindy lifted her eyes. She didn't raise them any farther than his crotch. Howie had taken his cock out and was slowly jacking off. Cindy watched, shivering, afraid of what he was going to do with her.
"I didn't think you'd say anything to your father," Howie said. "You're just a cunt and afraid to let anyone know what happened."
She gazed at his swollen cock, twisting her hands in her lap nervously. His cock was hard and throbbing by the time he turned it loose. Her shoulders slumped a bit more. Howie opened his pants far enough to lift his balls out. He slumped in the chair, legs wide, looking back at her.
"Raise your dress, Cindy," he said.
Her shoulders shook, and she looked Howie right in the eye. She didn't say anything, but Howie saw defiance there.
"Lift your fucking dress, cunt!" he said harshly, sternly. "Lift your dress and show me your pretty panties."
"Howie, this has gone far enough," she said with a shaking voice.
"That's what you think," he grinned wickedly. "Now, raise your dress or I'll tear it off."
"You wouldn't!" she gasped.
"Try me, cocksucker."
Howie would, she knew. It was in his eyes. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do to her. Cindy wondered if she could get away. But he was strong, very strong.
She lifted her dress.
"Well, how about that?" Howie laughed. "You ought to be ashamed, Cindy."
Not understanding, she looked down. Her face turned beet red. She didn't have her panties on! The blonde curls of her cunt showed between her creamy thighs. She had been, so absorbed in thinking of ways to stay away from Howie, she had forgotten her panties! That was the reason, she told herself, it certainly couldn't be that she wanted to go without panties!
"Spread your fucking legs," he said, his eyes taking on a gleam that told her she had to obey.
Cindy opened her legs, crying silently with shame.
"Farther," Howie whispered, his voice thickening with desire.
Cindy sat on the couch, her dress held up and her long legs very wide. When he told her to scoot her ass forward on the cushions, she did.
But Howie wasn't satisfied. With his cock sticking out of his pants, he stood and went to her. Cindy looked into his face fearfully, afraid to move.
"That is a pretty cunt," he said, running his hands through the soft pussy hair. "Pink and tight. But it's not wet, Cindy. You're supposed to have a wet cunt."
He slapped her pussy.
Cindy shrieked in pain, her legs clamping reflexively. "Owww! God, that hurt me!"
"I know," he giggled, pulling her legs wide again. "And I can hurt your cunt worse."
"Please, don't!" Cindy sobbed, her eyes flooded with tears. The pain burned, and the heel of his hand had smashed against her tender cunt when he slapped her.
"Get out of your clothes," he said, his cock almost painfully swollen. The scream had excited him, and his balls seemed tight. "Take everything off."