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    (Rambler) The Feeding

    This is a favorite fo mine.
    hope it's not a repost.


    The Feeding
    by Rambler

    My name is Ramona and I am thirty-eight year old single mother. My
    husband had left me soon after our son's birth. Both of us were very
    young when we got married and we did not plan to have any children, at
    least not for a few years. But three months into our marriage I became
    pregnant. I was only eighteen and not ready for motherhood and I
    desperately needed his love and support. But he took one look at my
    bulging stomach, packed his bags and left. The divorce was finalized a
    year or so after. I've been alone with our son, Brian, ever since.

    Brian has grown into a real Goliath. He is twenty years of age now and
    stands well over six feet and is as muscular as an ox. At times his size
    frightens me although he has never raised his voice at me. He has always
    been a good boy and helped me keep the house neat and tidy. He's now
    home from college for the summer break. He hasn't gone out very much and
    seems to be content to mope about the house. Something has changed in
    him although I can't put my finger on it. His mind's preoccupied with
    something but he won't tell me what's troubling him. He no longer
    entertains the notion of moving out and starting his own life, but
    lounges lazily about the house and waits for me to come home from work.
    He doesn't even get up any more to greet me, just mumbles something and
    follows me about with his eyes.

    His eyes bore right into me, studying me from every angle. His eyes are
    always on me. When I leave the room he reappears at the end of the hall
    or my bedroom door. When I prepare super he chooses to stand on the
    opposite side of the counter so that he can see me. His constant stares
    are giving me the creeps. When I challenge him he defends himself by
    claiming that I was simply in his line of sight, mumbles something and
    stalks off to sulk. He is a good-looking guy, tall and muscular, and I'm
    sure that the girls in college are just nuts about him. He's had
    girlfriends, but for some odd reason his relationships don't last more
    than a few weeks. He won't talk to me about his problems. I realize that
    exams and the constant academic pressure on a kid can be demanding, but
    this seemed to be more than just stress. He was in a constant daze, his
    mind miles away. What was going on in his head?

    I found out a few days later. I came home late from work that Friday. It
    had been month end at the firm and I was tired and exhausted. I thought
    a cool shower before bed would just hit the spot. I was surprised not to
    find Brian lounging on the living room sofa. He was home for the house
    was lit. But it was strangely quiet. I tossed my purse on the kitchen
    table and made my way to my bedroom. I opened the door and there he
    stood, causally leaning against the spare bathroom door. All he was
    wearing was a pair of boxer shorts.

    I'm always surprised when I see him for he hardly resembles his father
    who had been a slender, academic type. Brian, however, is six-foot-three
    and he is built like an ox. His tall, well-tanned upper body was bulging
    with muscles. He had arms the size of tree trunks! "Hello, mom. Long day?"

    I was wearing a gray flannel pinstripe blazer with a matching skirt and
    a shiny, black silk blouse underneath. I saw his eyes widen at the sight
    of my black, sheer stockings and the high heels but was too tired to
    think much of it. "What are you doing in here?" I asked sleepily. I
    removed the blazer and draped it across the back of a nearby chair. I
    yawned and stretched my arms. His eyes lit up as my full breasts lifted
    and shook. "You know that you shouldn't be in here. This is my room
    remember?" I was used to his stupid stares and didn't really notice that
    his gaze was a little more lingering than usual. I was too tired.

    "Goodnight, Brian." I brushed past him and entered the small adjoining
    washroom. I fluffed-out my dark chestnut hair that I had pinned back and
    gazed at myself in the mirror. My hair is full and wavy and flows a
    little past my shoulders in a cascade of thick waves. I have big, dark
    green eyes and a small, pouting mouth. My skin is fairly smooth and not
    too wrinkled. I try my best to stay as healthy and fit as possible, eat
    right and use very little cosmetics. At thirty-eight I have come to the
    stage in life where I am neither young nor old. I'm sort of in between
    and try hard to stay in shape before I start to sag all over. So far
    I've been lucky and have managed to keep my body lean and fit. I am
    five-foot-five and my 36-25-36 figure weighs-in at only 120lbs.

    Admittedly, a lot of that weight can be contributed to my bust. I have a
    rather big and full one, a hefty 36DD. I am definitely not conceited,
    but I know that my firm and virtually sag-less breasts are the envy of
    many younger women. They are not silicone enhanced but they do tend to
    stick out on an even keel as if they were. My ex-husband and all my
    previous lovers have all been crazy about them and my luscious, dark
    mahogany-colored hair. Yet with these two attractive features and all
    the charm and ex appeal I can muster, I am unable to find a stable
    companion. Men did not seem to like the fact that I had the 'extra
    baggage'. As soon as they found out that I had a son they immediately
    thought that I was looking for a provider. They never called again. Now
    that Brian is older I am hoping to finally meet a man. I'm starting to
    dress a little more provocative, wear more mascara, bright lipstick and
    so on and really lay on the perfume. I thought Brian had left but he was
    still standing there. He turned and stared at me through the open
    doorway. I caught his reflection in the mirror and noticed how his eyes
    were travelling up and down my body. "You look real nice today, mom."

    "Thank you." I gave him a little smile. "I'm tired, Brian, and I'm going
    to bed. Be a good lad and run along. I'll see you in the morning."

    He didn't even hear me. "You look real sexy tonight. Very sexy. I like
    it. I like it a lot!" He slowly lowered his arms and blocked the door
    with his large body. His eyes were on my blouse now, staring at the
    bulges of my breasts straining against the thin material. He was almost
    licking his lips! I get enough of that from the men at work. But from my
    own son? "Get out of my room, Brian!" I barked at him. I suddenly had
    enough of his constant leering. It was giving me the creeps! I tried to
    shoo him out but he wouldn't budge. It was as if trying to push a wall.
    "You're not supposed to be in here anyway. You know the house rules. My
    bedroom is out of bounds!"

    "No! No more!" He towered above me and I shrank back with sudden fear.
    "You can't order me about anymore, mom. I'm a grown man. And, if you
    haven't noticed, I'm the man of the house now. I make the rules and I do
    the ordering-about here! We're gonna have to do some changes around
    here." He was rather calm and quiet, yet very direct. He had a real
    no-nonsense look about him that scared me. He had obviously rehearsed
    this whole speech numerous times.

    I couldn't believe my ears. "You're crazy! Get out of my room this
    instance!"

    "No! I'm not leaving here until you have satisfied my needs. You are
    going to have to fulfill your womanly duties." He crossed his arms in
    front of his massive chest and glared at me. "Understand?" He thumbed
    across his shoulder, indicating the queen-sized bed. "That bed is no
    longer yours. From now on it will be ours!"

    I was flabbergasted. I stumbled back against the little shower stall and
    clasped a hand against my mouth. "W-what? W-what did you say?"

    "You know exactly what I said. Don't stall. I don't want this to be
    brutal---don't make me come and get you. I intend to have you---any way
    I can. But I'd prefer that you'd be conscious. Don't make this
    difficult." "Oh my God!" I was totally shocked. "Have you lost your
    mind?" He suddenly made an angry face, leaned forward and grabbed me by
    the right arm. I cried out as he spun me around and slammed me up
    against the wall. He pushed himself against me and pinned my arms at my
    sides. I let out a terrified scream. "Brian!" He was as strong as a
    gorilla! My full, conical and pointed breasts were almost squished flat.
    That's how roughly he shoved me up against the wall! "Let me go! You're
    hurting me!"

    "Stop struggling, then." But I wouldn't. I was suddenly crazed with
    fear. Had he snapped? "Have it your way." He immediately cuffed each of
    my wrists with some kind of Velcro snap. He bound something between my
    wrists and although I could move my arms freely about behind me I was
    suddenly not able to bring them forward. He had strapped them together
    with some kind of belt. "Stop! Stop! You can't do this, Brian! I'm your
    mother! Think about the consequences. Do you honestly believe that I
    won't report you? This is incestuous rape!"

    "Bah! We'll see about that!" I struggled and fought like a wildcat. I
    tried everything to get out from under his arms, even tried to climb up
    the wall and to catapult myself over his shoulders. Yeah---right! Nice
    try. He just pushed himself against me. I could feel his member ramming
    against my ass; feel it even through the heavy skirt. He was really
    turned-on! "Stop struggling, mom," he breathed into my ear. He slammed
    me once or twice against the wall and my breath was expelled with a loud
    whoosh. "You know that I'm a thousand times stronger than you. I don't
    want to hurt you. Just chill. Stay cool."

    I couldn't scream or struggle anymore because I ran out of breath. I was
    gasping and wheezing. He grabbed me by the strap that bound my wrists
    and paraded me into the bedroom. I was half-limp and groggy and my legs
    slipped on the wooden floor. Ultra high-heels can be a real nuisance! I
    fell to my knees with a little shriek, my legs folding under me, crocked
    and bent like the legs of a newborn foal. "No! No! Let me go!" He
    slipped his arms under my armpits and lifted me up. My 120lb pound frame
    was no problem for him and he dragged me quite easily up to my bed. He
    fell onto the bed, leaned his back up against the brass headboard and
    drew me on top of him until I was lying across him, my head lolling
    against his left shoulder. I emitted a scream and tried to get off him
    but his hands went around me immediately. I kicked at him with my
    four-inch stiletto heels, trying to ram them into his calves. But he
    counter-acted quickly by wrapping his strong legs around mine, pinning
    me down. I struggled and whimpered in his arms. My son wanted to rape
    me! I was half dazed with fear. "Brian! Please!" He wrapped his arms
    tighter around me and nuzzled his face in my shoulder.

    "Sssh. Don't think of this as rape, mom. Think of this as retribution.
    Do you want to know why?" He brushed his nose against my hair, guiding
    it away from my earlobe. He then teasingly pulled at my crystal-teardrop
    earring with his teeth. "Primarily because you neglected me. Did you
    hold me against your breast and nurse me? No. Some old hag fed me from a
    damn bottle. You owe me. I want to taste mother's milk, mom. And I'm
    prepared to suck on these until I do!" His two large hands suddenly
    slipped around my breasts. He cupped them and gave them such hefty
    squeezes that my black silk blouse was nearly pulled out from under the
    skirt and the buttons threatened to pop off. I struggled and tossed
    about. But the more I struggled the harder he mashed my breasts. So in
    the end I gave a sigh and let him fondle me. What could I do? He was a
    big boy and it was obvious that his mind was made up. There was no way
    in heaven that I would be able to fight him. My fate was in his hands.

    He stopped his assault on my breasts and petted my hair. "That's it.
    Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Did I tell you about the second
    reason? No? Can't you feel it?" I couldn't figure out what he was trying
    to tell me. My mind was in a whirl. He suddenly thrust his hips against
    me and I realized with a startled moan what he had meant. His penis was
    ramming up through my skirt! It had to be uncommonly large and stiff to
    poke a dent through my skirt like a tent pole. Man, he was raring to go!
    "Ah! Now you get it," he whispered into my ear. "I got a pretty big
    penis, mom, so big in fact that girls are really scared of it. As soon
    as I whip it out the chicks make a wild dash for the door! So you can
    imagine how horny I am, mom. I've never had it! I desperately need to
    get laid. I think it's only fitting that you, as a mother, should help
    me out with this problem."

    "Y-You can't do this!" I spluttered. But he laughed and gave my breasts
    another squeeze. The thin, silky material of the blouse rustled like
    leaves as he massaged my large, firm breasts back and forth. Tears
    slowly trickled down my cheeks. I closed my eyes and let him fondle my
    breasts. His huge hands were amazingly soft and gentle. "Man! You have
    wonderful breasts!" Brian exclaimed. He squeezed them repeatedly,
    squishing the thin material of the blouse between his fingers. He then
    slowly unbuttoned the blouse half way and spread the lapels apart. I was
    wearing a black bra, one of those thin and seamless ones. "Oh shit,
    mom!" Brian groaned as his hands slid around the large, smooth cups.
    "I've always wanted to suck on these! Always!" I gasped as his hands
    gently slipped into my cleavage. Brian slowly traced he hems with a
    probing forefinger. He groaned as he teased his fingers under the hem of
    each cup. His probing fingers found the tips of my nipples and I emitted
    a startled shriek as he tickled them. "Brian! Please!"

    He wrapped his left arm around me and held me tightly against him. His
    other hand traveled across my tummy. He started to hitch up my gray
    skirt! He drew it up my thighs until he had it wrapped around my waist.
    I sensed his body stiffen with pleasure as he exposed my lace garter
    belt and the black silk panty I was wearing underneath. He slipped his
    hand between my thighs and placed it gently against my crotch. I drew up
    my legs with a little moan of protest. It had been a mistake. The view
    of my sheer stockings with their lace hem and the thin garter straps
    that stretched across my hips, the shiny black pumps that dug holes in
    the mattress made him groan. "Oh!" I felt his hand cup my crotch and I
    shrieked. His hand was as huge as a frying pan. His fingers, each as
    thick as a sausage, started to dig into my pussy. He started to rub me,
    slipping the silk panty back and forth across my vagina. I shrieked and
    begged him to stop. But he wouldn't listen. His huge hand slipped across
    the silk bikini, sometimes a slow, a soft massage that sent tingles
    through me, and at other times so rough and fast that the panty was
    stretched far off my hips, exposing most of my pubic hairs. I struggled
    but he held me tight, his left arm clutching me right under the breasts.

    Brian hugged me and buried his face in the nape of my neck. He began to
    lick and kiss me there, toyed with my earring and nibbled at my earlobe.
    Then his huge hand slipped under the panty! I groaned as his fingers
    brushed across my moist folds. He spent several minutes rubbing and
    caressing me there, then slipped one of his fat fingers slowly inside
    me. I moaned and arched my back. Oh! What a sensation! In and out he
    wormed it while the other fingers brushed against my clit. His huge
    finger felt like a penis and I almost came right there. But Brian knew
    just what to do to prolong the ecstasy. He withdrew his finger and
    started to toy with my exposed clitoris, flipping it back and forth. I
    moaned deeply and let him touch me wherever he wanted. I could not fight
    him now. Not that I wanted to! A burning desire shot through my body.
    Every nerve ending was tingling!

    He suddenly let go of me and pushed me away from him. I rolled over with
    a gasp, my mind overwhelmed with mixed emotions. He slipped off the bed
    and fell to his knees on the floor, and suddenly his huge hands went
    around my ankles and he drew my hips level with the edge of the bed. I
    emitted a shriek. I couldn't move properly with my arms tied to my
    sides. I had no leverage. All I could do was flop around. He started to
    kiss my thighs, brushing his lips across the thin stockings. His large
    hands went around my hips and he started to rub the wet panty across my
    pussy lips with his huge thumbs while he nibbled on my legs. Then he
    started to plant wet kisses on the exposed flesh above my black silk
    stockings, slipping his tongue teasingly under the garter straps. His
    fat thumbs were moving rapidly across my pussy; kneading and rubbing my
    moistened lips so roughly that the silk panty was starting to irritate
    me. It may have been thin and smooth----but now it felt as if I was
    wearing sandpaper!

    His hands closed around the hem of my panty. He was still staring at me.
    My hips bounced and I emitted a shrill shriek as the black panty was
    ripped off me. I saw it sail across the room and I froze with shock. And
    then he buried his face between my legs. I shrieked as his mouth closed
    over my pussy. He wrapped my legs around his shoulders and licked,
    kissed and slobbered over my wet folds. Up and down his tongue went. I
    was almost dizzy with pleasure. It felt so good. The previous orgasm
    that had slowly subsided was building up again and I could not help but
    to push my hips against him. And then suddenly he had his whole mouth
    over my labia. He chewed on it, sucking me deep into his mouth while his
    upper teeth raked across my swollen clitoris. I screamed and gyrated my
    hips. I was flopping up and down on the bed like a fish out of water.
    His gentle touch was suddenly being replaced by a maddening attack on my
    pussy! He bit, sucked, chewed and probed his tongue deep inside me, and
    suddenly I arched my back and shrieked repeatedly! Lightening bolts
    blitzed through my brain and I could hardly breathe. I came then,
    violently, hot cum soaking his whole face. Oh, thrust his face in there
    and lapped up every drop! I calmed down a bit and he slowly lifted his
    head. Long, silvery slivers of goo dangled from his chin and dripped off
    his forehead. He grinned at me. I threw my head back and started to weep
    again. This just wasn't happening! I so wished that I could move my arms
    to wipe away the sweat and tears, but my arms were securely bound to my
    sides and I couldn't budge them.

    Brian rose and bent over me. He rolled me over and unzipped the back of
    my gray skirt. I struggled and kicked out with my legs, but with one
    fluid yank he slipped the skirt down my stocking-covered legs. He tossed
    it aside and rolled me on my back again. I started to plead with him.

    "Oh, be quiet." He scooped his huge hands under my armpits and drew me
    up into a squatting position. "Spread your legs. Kneel." I struggled to
    get up on my knees; a difficult task without hands. He helped me a bit,
    slipping his hands under my thighs and spreading them apart until I was
    kneeling at the edge of the bed. He loomed before like some huge
    barbarian. Man, that boy was built! He suddenly shot out his arms, sank
    then into the partially undone blouse and ripped it open. I shrieked and
    my tits bounced. He pulled the blouse down my shoulders so that it lay
    wrapped around my waist. It dangled in the crock of my bound arms, the
    black silky material draping behind me like a veil. My sheer, seamless
    bra was now fully exposed. My large and forward-thrusting breasts lay
    cradled in the soft cups like over-ripe fruit. Brian stared at them with
    mouth agape. "Man! They're definitely big enough to produce gallons of
    milk! Oh, yeah! They're huge!" He lifted my chin with a finger and
    glared at me. "I'm gonna really enjoying sucking on those! I'm rather
    thirsty---I want lots of warm milk. You'd better not disappoint me."

    "You know that's impossible," I shook my head. "Be reasonable!" But the
    boy merely grinned at me. "Then I'll have to stimulate you until it is
    possible." He pulled down his boxer shorts and exposed himself to me. My
    eyes widened with shock and I let out a long, drawn-out gasp. His penis
    was gigantic! It quivered in front of him like a utility pole and seemed
    already quite stiff and hard. It was the biggest penis I'd ever seen and
    I was suddenly horribly terrified. It must have been over a foot long
    and at least three inches in diameter. The massive, purple head was
    immense! "Oh my God!" I was practically foaming at the mouth, totally
    terrified. "Please!"

    But the boy wasn't going to be persuaded at all. He grinned at me and
    lifted his huge monster with his right hand and plopped it between my
    tits. I bent my head and stared cross-eyed at the huge head. He lifted
    it up until it was level with me face. "Kiss it, mom. Lick it. Suck it.
    Make it nice and wet. Remember: the wetter it is the easier it will go
    into your cunt! Now do as you're told!" He rammed the huge head against
    my lips. I shook my head with horror and made a gasping sound, my mouth
    opening and closing with shock. Brian was quick on the draw. He took the
    opportunity and slipped the massive head into my mouth. I gurgled and
    choked as it thudded into my mouth. I thought that my jaw was going to
    split! It was as big as an aerosol can! My eyes watered and I was close
    to gagging. My long, reddish brown hair was billowing around me and he
    had pushed parts of it into my mouth. Brian pulled his penis out and
    saliva dribbled down my chin. I coughed and sputtered, eyes wide with
    horror. He slipped his hands into my thick hair and gathered it up,
    forming a sloppy bun on top of my head, freeing my face from the
    dangling strands. He held my hair thus with one hand while he guided his
    huge penis against my lips again. "Suck it. And suck it good!" I
    squirmed and made a whimpering sound. But he pushed it hard against my
    teeth and I inadvertently opened my mouth in protest. In it slipped
    again. He held onto it with his free hand and guided it in and out of my
    mouth. He pushed, hard, and I suddenly had at least six inches of his
    huge penis thudding into my mouth. I gasped and choked! He started to
    worm it in and out, slowly and gently. Every push made my eyes water and
    made me choke. The huge head was now ramming against the back of my
    throat. I hoped to God that he wasn't thinking of ramming all twelve
    inches of it into my mouth. He would have killed me! But Brian was no
    fool. He knew just how much I could take before I was close to passing
    out. He held onto my head, pinning the hair up, and slammed his huge
    penis back and forth. It was so big that my teeth raked along his shaft
    with every thrust. But he didn't seem to mind. I couldn't even have
    chopped down on it in an act of self-defense for I had absolutely no
    leverage. He filled my mouth completely! He just groaned and shoved my
    head up and down on it. I couldn't breathe properly and the lack of
    oxygen was making me see stars.

    It went on for nearly twenty minutes. Brian would pull out occasionally
    to allow me to breathe. Then he'd make me lick and kiss the entire
    shaft. He especially liked it when I ran my tongue around his huge,
    purple head. Pre-cum was dripping off of it, my mouth and my chin.
    Slivers of ooze just about dangled everywhere. And then he'd shove it
    back in and the torment would continue. And during all this time he
    never came. He was rock-hard all the time but I never saw him clench his
    face or make any extra-loud groaning sounds. He just moaned and yanked
    at my hair, at times so hard that I thought it would come off at the roots!

    I was surprised when he pulled out after a while. A good half an hour
    had passed. He gazed at me for a moment, his hands still in my hair.
    Then he stepped up close to me and slipped his penis right under the
    bra, lodging the huge head between my large breasts. The bra almost tore
    apart as his massive head wormed underneath it. He removed his hands
    from my hair and cupped my breasts instead. He squeezed my breasts
    together; slamming them against his huge head, riding it up and down
    through the deep cavern my cleavage thus presented. My breasts were
    starting to ache from the constant rubbing sensation. And then he
    slipped his hands to the front of my breasts and started to tweak my
    nipples with thumb and forefinger. I groaned. He started to rub his big
    thumbs across them, continuously slipping the soft and sheer bra cups up
    and over my nipples. He never once touched my bare breasts----he
    attacked them through the soft material of the bra cups. He dug his huge
    fingers into my soft flesh and really pulled at my nipples. He then
    really pushed my breasts real close together and quickly jerked his
    swollen head between them while he maddeningly tweaked my nipples
    through the bra cups. He was giving my conical tits the full workout now
    and his huge, ovular head almost hit my chin with every push. His eyes
    never left my hefty breasts. Sweat poured from his forehead. And then he
    did finally give a groan, a deep-throated animal-like grunt that
    startled me.

    "Aaagh! Oh baby---Yeah!" he exclaimed, his face a mask of ecstasy.
    Something hot and slippery splashed against the bottom of my chin. And
    then it hit me again. And again. His hot semen shot out of him as if
    fired from a cannon. Shot after shot thudded against my throat, chin and
    lower neck. The velocity of his ejaculations was amazing. Sperm
    ricocheted off me into all directions, every shot feeling like a bee
    sting. By the time he was finished I was totally drenched.

    Brian pushed me backwards, and with a startled cry I fell back onto the
    bed. He scooped his discarded boxer shorts off the floor, crawled on top
    of the bed as well and pulled my bent legs out from under me. Then he
    straddled me. I eyed him with total shock and awe as his huge penis
    thudded and bumped against my right thigh as he climbed on top of me. It
    was immense! He took the shorts and proceeded wordlessly to wipe the goo
    off me. It took a few minutes, for the shiny goo was all over me.

    He bent his head lower, scooped my breasts in his hands again and buried
    his face right into my cleavage. He was kissing and pecking the warm,
    conical flesh all over while he pushed and squeezed my breasts from the
    sides. And then he started to lick along the contours of the each black
    cup, moving from breast to breast, slipping his tongue under the hem. He
    kissed my breasts right through the soft, shiny cups, licking and
    kissing his way around, over and under them from all angles. He did this
    for awhile, seemingly content and happy to simply lick and kiss my
    breasts through the thin, black material. It was a gentle, soft and
    kinky kind of touch and it suddenly made me tingle all over. He removed
    his hands and slid them slowly under my back and unhooked the bra. He
    lifted his face off me and I squirmed under his weight and emitted a
    soft moan of protest when he drew the bra over my breasts. He folded the
    bra under my chin, exposing my naked breasts.

    Then he cupped my naked breasts in his huge hands again, lowered his
    face and gently kissed the tip of my left breast. Then he gave the other
    one the same, soft kiss. I moaned and wiggled my fingers. Oooh! He kept
    kissing them; wet little smooches that made me shiver. I blew a strand
    of hair away from my left eye and suddenly arched my back and groaned as
    his tongue flicked across my right nipple. He was now licking and
    lapping at my nipples, moving slowly from breast to breast. An electric
    shock ran through my body as his lips touched my sensitive nipples. He
    jabbed, licked and kissed them and soon they stood stiff and erect.

    Brian lifted his head and stared at me. "You know what I want, eh, mom?
    You better pray that I get it, too!" And then he closed his mouth over
    my right breast, stuffing the entire conical tip deep into his mouth.
    And he began to suck. He worked the tips of each breast with his lips,
    compressing the soft, sensitive flesh of my aureoles and jabbing at my
    nipples with his tongue. He attacked both my breasts for a good ten
    minutes each, sucking and chewing on them, drawing them deep into his
    mouth. I just lay there, moaning softly as he sucked on my breasts.
    After awhile he removed his face and stared at me with anger. Spittle
    was dripping from his chin. "Hey! What's the deal? Are you going to let
    your baby go hungry? What kind of mother are you?"

    I spat at him. I was suddenly furious. "I haven't got any, you idiot!"

    "'No?" He got off me and slipped between my legs instead. He pushed my
    thighs apart, threw my legs over his shoulder and slipped his hands
    under my ass. Before I knew it my buttocks were hoisted up off the bed.
    It had happened so fast. First I was lying on my back----then I was
    hanging from his shoulders, my back bent at a crazy angle. Brian thrust
    his face into my wet vagina again. But this time he was rough, vicious
    and brutal. He tore open his jaws and closed it over my entire gash. His
    teeth sank right into the soft, tender flesh. I shrieked! He was
    chomping and gnawing on me as if he was trying to eat his way through
    me! He sucked and chewed on it while he relentlessly bombarded my clit
    with jabs of his tongue. I couldn't help but toss about and shriek as he
    chewed on my cunt. His broad arms were clenched tightly around my waist,
    holding me against him. I was jack knifing and jumping about as I
    screamed and wailed, my wet pussy lips smearing goo all over his face.
    But he was unshakable. His mouth was clamped onto me like the jaws of an
    alligator and he wouldn't let go. Oh, he just wouldn't! His frenzied
    attack went on and on. And then I almost passed out from the stinging
    pain I suddenly felt. Brian had closed his teeth around my swollen clit
    and was yanking it back and forth! Not surprisingly, though, I
    experienced a wicked orgasm at the same time! Amongst my shrieks of pain
    and my gasping, orgasmic wails I could hear Brian suddenly coughing and
    sputtering as he choked on my torrent of cum.

    Brian removed my thighs from his neck and tossed them back on the bed.
    He wiped the goo from his mouth, leered at me and positioned himself
    between my thighs. His huge cock was just dangling there, big and solid
    like a tree trunk. He placed the tip of his large, avocado-shaped head
    against my pussy lips. Oh my God! He was going to shove that gigantic
    thing in me! I nearly fainted at the thought of it. It had been in the
    back of my mind ever since he had pulled it out. During his attack on
    me, though, I was too preoccupied to think about it. I groaned with
    surprise as he slipped the massive head into me with one, quick shove.
    "Aaagh!"

    Thankfully I was extremely wet. His huge, purple head was at least four
    inches long and three inches in diameter at the base----but it had
    slipped in without a hitch. It was only a second after, a mere second
    when a shock wave of tremendous pain hit me. I screamed with agony as I
    felt my pussy lips being expanded to an unimaginable width! He was
    splitting me apart! I lifted my head up and stared at the junction
    between my spread thighs. He only had the bulbous head of his cock in
    me-----and I felt as if I was being filled to the max already. Yet I
    could plainly see that a good ten inches of his thickly veined cock was
    still exposed! It was unbelievable. Surely he couldn't, wouldn't, put
    more of it in me. He did.

    Brian pulled out and I sighed with relief. But before I knew it he had
    slipped it in again. It went in even easier this time and I emitted
    another groan as the tapered head spread my labia far apart. Brian
    leaned over me and started to jab his huge head in and out of me with
    quick thrusts. I could feel my vaginal sphincter groaning in protest.
    All my bones were creaking! And with every push he would thrust in
    another inch or so until he had about half of his huge cock inside me.
    "Oh, Christ!" the boy moaned. "You're my first woman!" He stared down at
    me and gave me a wicked grin. "I've never fucked before----I had no idea
    how wonderful this feels. I've missed out on a lot! Oh---you're gonna pay!"

    It's no surprise that the girls he knew were scared of his huge cock. No
    wonder he was a virgin. No sane woman would willingly want that thing
    inside her! And now he was going to fuck me----most definitely
    repeatedly----until his lust and needs was fulfilled! I screamed in
    horror at the thought. "Stop! Let me go! Stop!"

    "Shut up!" Brian pulled back until his head was almost out and thrust
    himself in again. I shrieked as his massive cock thudded into me. He
    began to hump me then, thrusting a good eight inches in and out of me
    with purposeful strokes. I groaned and moaned as every nerve ending was
    being stimulated simultaneously. His huge, fat cock was rubbing me raw!
    I tossed my head about and jack knifed my body. The pain was intense. I
    had never been spread so wide before. Yet at the same time I was
    experiencing the most exhilarating feeling ever. I now understood what
    people meant when they said 'it hurt's so good'! And it damn well
    hurt----it hurt plenty. I screamed in agony as Brian's huge cock
    suddenly slammed against the deep end of my pussy. No man had ever sunk
    in so far. And it whacked against me again and again, the bulbous head
    grinding against my cervix with every thrust. The pain brought tears to
    my eyes. Brian was grunting and groaning as he shoved his cock in and
    out of me. The pain was momentarily forgotten as a wicked orgasm swept
    through my body. It was unreal. I started to wail and to urge him on. I
    trashed about so madly that my hair was flailing about me, so much so
    that my normally stiff tits were actually bouncing about. "Oh! Oh! Yes!
    Oh! Oh!"

    Brian suddenly stopped. Sweat was pouring from his face. He pushed my
    thighs apart and crept higher up on me, his knees almost level with my
    chest. He still had his cock buried in me and it was starting to swell.
    He was nearing climax and it was growing thicker and thicker! I felt my
    muscles contract as his huge cock expanded my pussy walls even wider. I
    groaned and eyed him with horror. And then he pushed slowly into me. I
    experienced another violent orgasm as his huge head ground against my
    cervix. Brian grabbed my head in both hands and lowered his face. And
    then he was kissing me. He crushed his mouth brutally against mine and
    started to push his immense cock deeper into me. He jabbed and jabbed,
    our bodies sliding along the bed with every one of his powerful thrusts.
    My screams died in my throat. He was stretching me wide open and I could
    actually feel my cervix groaning and creaking as his huge cock spread
    the muscles apart! And then, with one final thrust, he was through. An
    amazing orgasm swept through me as his head lodged against the back of
    my womb. He was stimulating every single nerve ending deep inside me.
    His cock was brushing against nerve endings I didn't even know I had!
    Brian pulled out and slid it in again, this time riding all of his
    gigantic cock in to the hilt. I screamed but his mouth stifled my
    screams. He began to rock his huge cock in and out of me, slamming
    through my cervix with every push. Every time his cock thudded into my
    womb, his large, hairy balls slammed against my crotch. He was in all
    the way!

    Brian lifted his head up and growled like an animal. He cupped my sore
    breasts in his hands and squeezed and mashed them. And then he really
    fucked me like I've never been fucked before. He would lift his ass high
    up off my body and slam down again, his fourteen-inch cock thudding into
    me like a jackhammer. It went on and on. At first it hurt like hell.
    Then the most wonderful sensation overtook me. I am not usually all that
    verbal in bed, but for the first time in my life I squealed and shrieked
    like a porno queen! "Aieeee! Aieeee! Yes! Yes! Aieeee!" I was enveloped
    in a continuous orgasmic wave. I was half-delirious! And the Brian
    screwed his eyes shut. He grunted; a deep animal grunt, and off-loaded
    his sperm deep inside me. Gallons of his hot spunk erupted inside me,
    continuously splashing against the back of my womb. Pft! Pft! Pft! It
    just wouldn't stop. The force of his ejaculations thudding against the
    most sensitive skin brought me over the edge. I wailed and tossed my
    head about and thrashed my hips up and down on the bed. My orgasmic
    convulsions were so violent that my thrashing hips actually lifted his
    220lbs body off me! And then Brian withdrew from me, drawing large
    amounts of sperm and pussy juice out with him. It just sloshed out of me
    like a waterfall, leaving a tremendous stain on the bed sheet. He got
    off me and wiped the sweat form his brow. "Man! I'm just crazy about
    you're body. You may be my mother, but you're also the hottest babe I've
    ever seen. I've always wanted to do this." He shook his cock and another
    large amount of sperm was flung across the room. I stared at him for a
    second, then let out a horrifying wail. But the bastard just stood
    there, grinning evilly at me. "All this fucking has made me thirsty! I
    do hope that you've finally produced some milk."

    I lay there moaning. He bent over me, scooped me off the bed and crushed
    me against him. He carried me over to the wooden chair in the corner and
    plopped me down on it, pinned my arms behind the back of the chair and
    spread my thighs far apart. My black, sheer silk stockings were blotched
    with ugly stains. I groaned again as he fell to his knees in front of
    me. And then his hands and his mouth were on my tits again. In this
    position my firm breasts were just thrusting forward, the pointed tips
    with their swollen nipples inches from his face. There was hardly any
    sag and he did not have to scoop them up or lift them. His mouth closed
    over the left one and he began to suck. Then he attacked the other one.
    He sucked and chewed on them for a long time while I wailed and begged
    him to stop. My poor nipples were extremely sore already and the
    constant pressure from his mouth and lips was making me dizzy. His
    sucking was in vain----my tits were naturally dry.

    Brian removed himself from me. The tips of my breasts were deep red and
    covered with teeth marks, the nipples hugely swollen. I cried as I saw
    them. "You're a horrible mother," Brian exclaimed. "It's no wonder that
    my father left you. You just don't listen!"

    He pulled me off the chair, spun me about and unfastened the Velcro
    cuffs and the little strap that had bound me. "I'm hungry." He stared at
    his watch. Already a good three hours had passed since his initial
    attack on me and it was now almost two in the morning. "Go make us some
    sandwiches," he ordered. I stood there, shivering and quaking. I could
    hardly stand let alone walk. I was sore all over. "Oh God," I stammered.
    I felt as if drugged and all I could think of was a hot shower and much
    needed sleep. Oh, I could sleep for hours! I hitched the blouse up my
    shoulders and draped it about me. I stumbled into the kitchen, my mind
    numb. My actions were purely based on instinct----I knew where
    everything was and I managed to pull plates out of the cupboard without
    dropping them although my hands were shaking like leaves. I was in a
    complete daze.

    Brian leaned against the kitchen table. I suddenly had enough and
    grabbed a pot off the counter and hurled it at him. "Leave me alone, you
    bastard!" I wasn't thinking properly and it did not occur to me that
    Brian was able to really hurt me. He ducked, vaulted over the table and
    launched himself at me. I shrieked and darted to the side. I skidded on
    my high heels and he grabbed me by the arm and flung me against the
    table. "I wanted a sandwich!" he hissed at me. "You can't give me any
    milk and now you refuse to feed me! Man! You're a glutton for punishment!"

    He shoved me face down across the kitchen table and slammed my thighs
    apart. He grabbed me and slipped his hands under the silky blouse. His
    big hands were clenched tightly around the black and lacy garter belt
    that hugged my hips. And them he lunged forward, burying his massive
    cock deep inside me with one, brutal thrust. I screamed in agony as his
    huge cock thudded through my sore cervix again. My fingernails left a
    deep gash on the surface of the wooden table, marring the waxy surface.
    He left most of his long cock inside me and started to jab me, slamming
    the bulbous head repeatedly past my cervix, driving his balls against me
    with every thrust. Our bones creaked and the table shook. This wasn't
    fucking----this was pure torture! It was a wicked, jackhammer pounding
    that he gave me, banging his balls against me and slamming my head
    against the table top with every push. He wasn't fucking my pussy----he
    was fucking my womb! His massive cock was not sliding through my pussy
    like before. He stood high above me, his chest crushed against my back,
    pounding his bulbous head continuously through my cervix. I felt
    absolutely no pleasure from this at all. I just screamed and shrieked
    like mad. Jab! Jab! Jab! The pain was so intense that I nearly passed
    out. The back of my womb was being subjected to constant jabs, his huge
    head slamming deep into me like a sledgehammer. That boy had energy like
    you wouldn't believe. He sank his hands into my hair and yanked at it
    brutally, arching me off the table. He yanked at my hair in perfect
    unison with his jerking hips. It went on and on. A good half an hour of
    this torture must have passed before he suddenly grunted and shot of
    another load deep inside me. I already had a fair amount of his
    voluminous sperm sloshing about inside my womb, and now he added another
    gallon of it! I felt my stomach swell!

    "I said that I wanted a sandwich! Now stop messin' about and do as
    you're told!" He pulled out his massive cock. Sperm and pussy juice was
    dripping out of me in large amounts and I could hear it splatter on the
    floor under my feet. "And clean this goddamn mess up!"

    Well, I made him his lousy sandwich. At least it kept him busy for
    awhile. I stumbled into the bedroom, clawing at the walls for support.
    My legs were giving out on me and I teetered as if drunk. I was hurting
    all over. My entire vagina was burning and stinging and my breasts were
    aching and throbbing. I fell onto the bed and wept. I had almost fallen
    asleep when Brian crawled on top of me again. He spun me around, tore
    the silky blouse lapels apart and buried his face in my cleavage. I
    groaned in agony as his mouth closed over my left breast. He spent a
    good half an hour sucking, chewing and squeezing them while I lay there,
    half-comatose. And he really pulled and nibbled on my nipples. They were
    now at least three quarters of an inch long, thick and fat, sticking out
    from the center of each aureole like pinkies. They looked like pieces of
    raw beef; pink and sinewy, soft and juicy. They were throbbing and
    jerking about as if they were an entity on their own. "You'd better
    start producing some milk soon," Brian muttered as his mouth moved
    across my breasts. "I'm dying of thirst."

    I groaned. How long was this damn torture going to last? It lasted all
    of three days. His initial attack had begun on Friday night and it
    lasted until Monday morning. During those three, long days and nights,
    Brian hardly got of me. He would suck on my breasts like a man
    possessed; lick and suck my pussy and fuck me with his immense cock over
    and over again. I don't know where he got all that energy. And until
    this day I do not understand how he could have remained so rock–hard all
    the time and how he could cum repeatedly, and that which such volume. He
    had a tremendous reservoir of sperm in his balls! Every twenty minutes
    or so he would mount me and slam that huge thing in and out of me,
    depositing vast amounts of sperm deep inside me, right in front of my
    ovaries! Although I knew that by going in so deep he had made me
    pregnant numerous times over, it felt as if I was with child already! A
    gallon of his sperm was sloshing about deep inside my womb and my
    stomach had really swelled. It went on all through the weekend. Both of
    us did not get any sleep whatsoever. I was totally exhausted. Every time
    I thought that the ordeal was finally over he would pounce on me again,
    his cock stiff and raring to go. He fucked me from every position: lying
    on my back; from behind; me on top of him or me up against the wall etc.
    etc. And he kept on humping me. I was now in a constant state of
    orgasmic bliss. Wave after wave swept through me until I was on an
    orgasmic high! I was experiencing a continuous climax that lasted hours!
    I couldn't breathe and I couldn't think anymore. I was in orgasmic heaven.

    And you know what? I had actually started to produce milk in my mammary!
    The constant fucking, the continuous rubbing of his tremendous cock
    against the walls of my womb had stimulated some kind of a hormonal
    response. Early Sunday morning while I lay there, gasping and wheezing,
    my son Brian half-asleep next to me, his cock wedged against my left
    thigh, I felt a sudden throbbing in my breasts. I stared down at my sore
    breasts and realized with a start that they had really swelled in size.
    My firm, forward-thrusting 36DD breasts had grown into a much fatter and
    even more conical 38E bosom, the nipples immensely fat and huge. I
    cupped them slowly and gave a start as something white and sticky
    started to ooze from both nipples. Milk!

    I gave Brian a nudge. His eyes were as huge as pancakes as soon as he
    caught sight of my swollen breasts. I giggled, suddenly deliriously
    happy. Brian pounced on me and shoved my tits into his mouth. Oh, he
    sucked them like he never sucked them before. He was cooing like a baby
    as he sucked the milk into his hungry mouth. A fantastic orgasm swept
    through me as he sucked me dry, relieving me of the terrible pressure I
    had felt in my swollen breasts. It took him nearly an hour to suck me
    dry, and then we both fell asleep in each other's arms. It was weird,
    but I was suddenly wonderfully content and permanently on cloud nine. I
    have never been fucked like this before. What an experience!

    Needless to say, I no longer harbor any ill feeling towards my son. We
    fuck every night and I have to admit that I have grown to adore his huge
    cock. I have experienced the best sex a woman can imagine. I am now a
    willing participant! He doesn't have to tie me down anymore. When I come
    home from work I immediately dash off to the bedroom for our daily
    exercise. Brian is always ready. He has amazing strength and endurance.
    He has dropped out of college just to be with me. It is an incestuous
    match, disgusting and vile, but Brian has finally found a woman that he
    can be comfortable with. He had trained me well, spreading me wide open
    for his huge cock. I, on the other hand, can't do anything but be his
    willing partner for I certainly can not be satisfied by any other man.
    Not with the loose and stretched pussy I now have! Only his cock will.
    Brian is mine and I am his!

    I have given birth three times since then. It has always been at home,
    Brian acting as midwife. As soon as I was able to walk again we would
    bring the child to a hospital or church, always in the dead of night,
    leaving the baby comfortably wrapped in a blanket inside a crate or a
    box. Naturally we chose a different hospital every year as to not arouse
    any suspicions.

    I am constantly pregnant. Therefore I have a continuous supply of milk
    and Brian just loves to milk me dry. The yearly births are no longer
    painful. The babies just plop out and I hardly experience any pain. It's
    a yearly nuisance but I have grown to live with it. We are both content.

    enjoy

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    that was a unbelable story, she should get on the pill. i liked it very much

 

 

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