He explored and analyzed every inch of my mouth, he was so inexperienced but he made up for it with enthusiasm. He wanted it, I could feel it, the way he pressed his body close to mine and writhed over top of me like a horny teenager. I struggled as much as I could but I was still too weak and the dizziness bore into my brain like a drill. I resigned myself to the kiss and kept my head still to keep from vomiting and just let him ravage my mouth with his tongue. I layed there and accepted his affection no matter how wrong it was, but it still makes me sick to think about his hard cock thrusting between my pussy lips as he breathed heavily into my mouth.
I had no idea where Anita had gone, when Eliot climbed over me she disappeared and I feared what she was planning behind the scenes. In that moment, though, I was more worried about Eliot. He was pressing himself against me, I felt his bony hips stabbing into my thighs as he thrusted forward. His mouth was tight against mine and I didn’t have the energy to pull away from him to protest. Each time he thrusted his cock got closer and closer to entering me. Every time he moved I cringed and braced myself, waiting for the impact of his long rod. He was a thin boy not in any kind of shape and had never played sports or been very active when he was growing up. This caused him to work up a sweat very easily at minor activity and he was already perspiring profusely as he leaned over me. His arms were shaking as he tried to hold himself up, he could barely hold his own head up and he wheezed, already running out of breath.
However exhausted he already was, his lips never released mine. I felt my arms loosen up a bit and I tried to move them a bit to get the blood flowing. I wiggled my fingers and contracted my muscles until I managed to pull my hands up the mattress so that they lay spread out beside me. Eliot’s hands were propped up under my arms and his forearm brushed against my breast. With one final thrust it finally happened, I felt my son’s erection slide easily into my waiting pussy. It wasn’t huge and my cunt was already so used up but I could still feel it tight inside me. I felt so sick and disgusting but I hadn’t felt a dick in over a decade. Anita was right, it had been so long for me and even like this, it felt so right. No. Bad.
His arms were shaking so hard I knew he couldn’t hold himself up in this position for very much longer and I hoped that if I could weaken his stance I could manage to get myself up once he had given up. I had no sooner had this thought before Eliot surprised me. Instead of rolling off of me or climbing down from the bed, he bent his arms and laid himself down on top of me. Even with his small frame his body weight was enough to pin me down to the bed, I knew I would never have the strength to push him away, but with him so close I thought perhaps I could whisper into his ear.
Eliot finally released me from our kiss and breathed heavy into my face. He rested his face against mine, his chin on my left shoulder as he slowly began to slip in and out in a smooth and sensual motion. With my mouth now free and moist I whispered into his ear.
“Eliot-” I managed to speak, my voice cracked but I continued with the time that I had. “Eliot, please, this isn’t what I want. Anita-” I felt a warm hand cover my mouth and my eyes darted to the right to see Anita crawling onto the bed beside me. She was completely dressed and her wet hair was tied back now in a messy, sweaty bun. Her fingers clasped over my lips and with Eliot holding me down, I had no way to escape. Eliot hadn’t seemed to notice Anita in the room or in the bed, he was too preoccupied with penetrating me. Anita leaned in and whispered into his ear as if she were me.
“Anita took care of me. But this is what I need, Eliot. My son.” Her accent was thick there was no way he could think it was me. But he didn’t seem to care. His hormones took control and his exhausted little body suddenly pressed forward. He began to hump me like a dog in heat, his cock thrusting in and out and his body heaving over me. His breath quickened and I heard him groan into the pillow loudly. He was muttering to himself, or maybe to me, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying until he lifted his face from the cushion and pressed his lips to me ear. His tongue darted in and out, playing and caressing me earlobe. He whispered sweet dirty things to me and a shiver ran down my spine.
“Mom, God you feel so fucking good.” His voice was high pitched and awkward but I could hear the desire and the passion in his voice as he fucked me. A thought occurred to me while his cock filled me and just as the questioned entered my mind, it was confirmed.
“Mom-” his voice cracked and he gasped into my cheek “I can’t believe I’m losing my virginity to you!” Oh my God. My boys first time, his descent into manhood. He was finally a true man now and it was because he was raping me. I felt filthy, not just for me but for him. I couldn’t let this scar him, I couldn’t let him remember this night for what it really was. I had to make sure he went on with his life as normal as possible. It killed me to do this, and I looked into Anita’s satisfied eyes as she uncovered my mouth. Her plan had worked and she knew it, she watched closely as I accepted my fate. I was filled with disgust, but as my entire life had been about Eliot, so this night would be as well.
“Eliot, you are a good boy for taking care of Mommy…” I swallowed hard, barely able to open my mouth for the feeling of vomit surfaced again. I fought through it. For him. “Fuck Mommy, baby.”
Shame bubbled in my stomach as my son’s cock hit my g-spot. The pleasure was immediate and even after so much abuse my pussy still tightened around his shaft and began to drip around that young cock. At hearing my words he moaned loudly and humped me faster. His cock slammed deep into my box and if I didn’t know better I would say I could feel his precum coating me on the inside. The pleasure he was grunting into my ear was all but too much. My pussy throbbed and my legs shook, a long dick was finally inside me after all this time and though my mind was racing with hate and fear, my body accepted the friction between us gladly and it reacted accordingly. I could feel Eliot’s heart beat against my chest and out bodies writhed in unison. My breathing was erratic and I found myself moaning at him, my fingers found their way to his sides and my nails dug into his flesh as the intensity of the moment took over.
My God. A rock hard cock inside me after a lifetime of loneliness. A man who desires me and wants me so badly felt so good between my legs. I should have felt worse. I should have been screaming for help but instead I found myself screaming in pleasure. My voice was hoarse and raspy, the cries gurgled in my throat and my nails dug deeper into Eliot’s sides. I was so afraid. Afraid to enjoy it. Afraid to let this happen to me. Afraid that when all of this was over my relationship with Eliot would be changed forever. His pace quickened again and I was suddenly feeling a wave of pleasure radiating from my center. My pussy pulsed and contracted. My fingers clenched and grasped at Eliot’s hips. My legs ached and shook and an intense orgasm shot through my body like lightning. Everything was burning, my poor used up cunt was just stinging as I screamed into Eliot’s ear.
“Fuck! Ooh God!” I cried. Just as I came Eliot pushed himself up again and looked into my eyes. The orgasm was shattered by a fierce sense of humiliation and regret. I had let my own son penetrate me, fuck me, make me cum! What the hell was wrong with me! I felt a shiver run over my flesh and I turned my face away from Eliot so he wouldn’t see the tear that was now running down my cheek. I just thanked God that he didn’t cum inside me. But I was thanking him far too early. Eliot continued to pump and moan, the sounds of my orgasming to his touch had just spurred him on and it looks as if he may explode right then. I bit my lip hard and debated with myself over whether or not I should stop him. Would it be worse if he knew what he had really been doing, or would filling me up with his seed be the worst possible scenario. I wondered and fought a battle in my mind but before I came to any kind of conclusion, it stopped. Anita.
She had put her hand on his shoulder and guided him away. I felt his smooth shaft rub against my pussy lips as he pulled out. My own juiced dripped down my ass cheeks and I let out a sigh of relief from the pressure leaving my body. I closed my eyes from a split second only to feel Anita’s hands on me. She grabbed onto my shoulder and my hip, spinning me around until I was face down on the mattress. When I could no longer see either of them or what they were doing I felt four hands all over me. Touching, groping, exploring. Eliot had such small delicate hands, I couldn’t make out what hands were where but I knew that they were both fondling me. I felt a strong grip on my ass, another hand smacked the other cheek and I winced in pain. Two more hands grasped my pelvis and pulled me up, stuffing a sweat soaked pillow under my hips so that my ass was propped up and my fave was buried in the bed. I was still too weak to move much, i was just able to rest my arms under my head and clutch at the sheet, biting down hard on it to stifle the desire to vomit. Sweat poured from my face and dampened the sheet beneath me, i could feel two hands now on my ass and could just barely hear Anita’s instructions to Eliot.
“Now, this is a good position for you sweetie, because you can grab onto those hips and pound the shit out of her as much as you like without getting tired.” The way she spoke was as if she were a teacher instructing a student on a simple math problem. So matter of fact, so precise and caring. She really was psychotic. “Now grab right here, there you go, that way you get more leverage and you can give her what she really needs.” Please, no more.
“But-” Eliot was hesitant as his fingers hooked around my pelvic bone as Anita had showed him “she came, right?” He queried. I heard anita laugh maniacally.
“Oh honey! You have to make her cum more than just once! She has been your mother for eighteen long and burdened years! You owe her more than one measly little orgasm to repay her for everything she has given up for you, now isn’t that right?” Eliot nodded and I could sense his shame. No! That Bitch was not going to get away with this, I couldn’t let her. I pushed myself up with my arms, trying to move my sore, brittle muscles. I managed to prop myself up on my elbows and as I turned to look at Eliot over my shoulder, I felt him grip my hips hard and thrust his cock into my swollen pussy. God it hurt! His voracity was unstoppable. I found myself crying out his name and squealing in pain as he hammered into me over and over and over. I couldn’t say a word without being drowned out by Eliot’s enthusiastic grunting and Anitas cries of encouragement. It wouldn’t stop, I knew it wouldn’t. Not until Anita was satisfied with this sick game she was playing with us.
I just couldn’t stop fighting back, I felt like I needed to do something. There was nothing I could do to stop Eliot from fucking me, nothing that wouldn’t destroy him, that wouldn’t destroy our family. I bit my lip, clutched the headboard with one hand and let my son thrust in and out until I was raw. It wasn’t until Eliot started grunting loud and moaning ‘mom, mom!’ That I realized he was getting close to cumming. I suddenly felt Anita’s hand groping my breasts. She had crawled onto the bed next to me and she reach her arms around me and caressed my nipples, pinching and tweaking as I moaned. They were so sensitive and my nerves were firing like lighting under my skin, Anita reached one hand down and rubbed my inflamed clit hard. It was so intense and painful I couldn’t help but to tense every muscle in my body and straighten my legs in anticipation for another orgasm. But Eliot beat me to it.
“Mom, Mom oh- oh God!” He grunted and stuttered, his fings gripping my hip bone so hard. “Holy shit Mom I, I think I’m going to cum!” Before I could respond, Anita finished the job.
“Eliot, be a good boy, cum for your Mommy. Give her all that love that you know she deserves!” Just as she finished speaking, his hips humped me and I felt him shaking and trembling as if he were having a seizure. He moaned so loud I thought the neighbours would hear him. It was a strange feeling, his cock throbbing inside me, I could feel every pulse even as he thrust in and out.
“Fuck yes! Jesus, Mom!” He screamed and cried and I felt sweat dripping onto my ass from his forehead as he released into me. He didn’t stop pumping even as he came, his body was convulsing and he carried on as he finished. “Ooh mom it feels so good, oh my God! I’m cumming so hard in you, do you feel it?” I did. I could already feel his substantial load gushing out around his shaft, he slowed his pace and moaned one last time as he pulled his still erect cock from my stretched cunt. As soon as he did I immediately felt his thick cream dripping from my pussy and down the inside of my thighs.
I felt sticky and sore and my arms quaked. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and i finally collapsed onto the bed as Eliot let go of my hips. I laid there, my face pressed to the matress, ass in the air, arms limp at my sides, my sons cum coating my pussy and thighs. I could barely hear Eliot’s heavy breathing behind me as I gasped into the mattress, but I could clearly hear Anita encouraging him.
“Oh sweetie, look at that! Look at what you did, you gave your mother a delicious creampie! But, Eliot, you forgot the most important thing, you did not make your mother cum like she deserves. You gave your mommy all of that thick cream of yours and now she should be able to feel you and look into her sweet baby boy’s eyes as you make her orgasm.” Eliot quietly agreed and I felt his hands gently rolling me over into my back. Anita had some more aggressive ideas and she voiced them quickly.
“Oh baby, you don’t need to be so careful with her, your mother is a strong woman and she likes it a little rough! In fact, she likes a little struggle.i bet she would love for you to take her nice and hard!” She smiled maniacally as she jumped onto the bed next to me. Eliot immediately took her advice and grabbed my legs, pulling me hard down the bed close to him. His young cock was still rock hard and he was ready for round two. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t let it happen again and I could never let my son make me cum. Anita could see that I wouldn’t let this happen and she laid next to me, lifting my arms over my head. She held my wrists tight and She continued to encourage Eliot to get rough with me.
“That’s right sweetie, get in that tight pussy and make your mommy cum! She wants it!” He dug his bony finger tips into my aching thighs and slid that long rod into me, his previous load still dripping and gushing out as he entered me. It was too much, my pussy lips were swollen and raw and my muscles were throbbing. Sweat beaded and dripped down my face and moistened the sheet under my back causing it to cling to my skin as Eliot pulled me down the bed with every thrust.
“Eliot, wait, please!” I cracked, swallowing hard after each word. But it was all I could manage to get out before Anita wrapped her evil witch fingers over my mouth and pressed my lips hard against my teeth. I struggled to free my wrists but even with one hand Anita could easily overpower me. Her fingers held both wrists like I was a child and the other hand was sealed over my mouth. No matter how hard I struggled and wriggled I couldn’t escape her clutches. I mumbled through her fingers and twisted and turned my face, trying to pull away from her and free my mouth. It was no use, on any average day Anita might have been able to overpower me but at least I would have been able to put up a fight. I was exhausted, I felt my eyes rolling back in my head and my vision kept fading in and out, a fog drifting over my eyes.
I had to fight. I couldn’t let Anita win and completely ruin what I have with my son. And I couldn’t take any more, the stinging pain and friction was so painful I thought I may pass out again and my wrists were still burning where Anita gripped them from the cord that held me earlier. My eyes were swollen and puffy with tears and my throat felt scratchy as I gasped for air through Anita’s tight fingers.
Eliot penetrated me and began fucking me again, what could I do? Anita looked up at him from the head of the bed and spoke the words that crushed my soul more than anything else that had happened that day.
“Yes, Eliot. Your mother needs this. Make her cum, it’s the only way you will ever make up for burdening her with your feeble existence.” The look on Elliot’s face changed to an embarrassed anger and I looked up to see Anita’s wicked smile staring down at me. The blood pumped through my veins at an inhuman speed and a rush of adrenaline filled my body. I ripped my right hand free from Anita’s grasp and swung at her with all the strength I could muster. My fist connected with her cheek and she was knocked off balance where she sat on the very edge of the bed, falling to the floor with a loud thud. I pulled myself up the bed and away from Eliot, his penis sliding out of me with a sloppy noise and a trail of cum and vaginal juices left on the sheet. I threw myself from the bed and landed on the floor on the other side, I scrambled to my feet and ran to the door, my legs were weak and sore but I kept moving. It was my only chance. As i fled I looked behind me expecting to see Anita giving chase, but just as I turned my head back to the bedroom I saw Eliot.
His expression was one of anger, resentment. A shame in his eyes that I had never seen in him. He tackled me and we crashed to the floor, I barely struggled, I had always been so careful with him for fear of hurting his fragile body. I never imagined he would hurt me but he grabbed onto my arms and pinned them to the ground as he climbed on top of me. His grip was strong and he clearly had no fear of causing my pain as I did with him. He pinned me down on my back and held my thighs open with his sharp knees. The adrenaline wasn’t enough and my frail, sickly son was even too much for me. He held me down hard, my bones grinding into the hardwood and I squealed from the pain and fear. He looked down at me with determination in his eyes.
“Mom, I won’t be a burden anymore!” His voice cracked and I once again felt his hard cock penetrate my used up cunt. He immediately began to hump me and I felt the tip of his dick slam against my gspot, his pubic bone grinding against my clit. “I’ll make you cum, I’m finally a real man, mom. I can take care of you now!” He screamed, spit flying, sweat dripping and his face turning bright red. He pounded hard and fast and the sensation became more pleasure than pain. No!
I looked over Eliot’s shoulder and saw Anita leaning against the door frame, grinning. She had finally gotten exactly what she wanted. Eliot pumped and grunted as he looked deep into my tearful eyes.
“Mom, I can take care of you, every night I can take care of you!” Oh God. The friction against my g-spot and clit was building, the sensitivity was so intense it didn’t take very long before I felt another unwanted orgasm filling me. No no no. Not like this, not with my son hating me, not with his young cock filling me and his cum still coating me inside. Please, no. God, it was coming. There it is. He saw it in my eyes and I saw a relieved smile pull at the corners of his mouth.
“Cum for me! Cum Mom!” Oh god.
“Eliot, please!” I screeched.
“Yes! Fucking cum for me!” He hollered, his spittle hitting my face.
There it was. My pussy throbbed and pulsated as his long erection hit every spot and I couldn’t help but let out an animalistic, throaty scream as I orgasmed. My body shook, I writhed on the floor and my hips bucked against him in an untamed, uncontrollable attempt to stimulate my clit as I came. It was so wrong, and so good. My eyes rolled back and my back arched over the cold floor. The intensity overcame me and my head spun. All I saw was Eliot’s face spinning over me and I heard his voice trailing off as the room went black.
When I awoke I was laying in my bed, light from the open window danced on the ceiling over my head and the room was dark. My head pounded and my pulse throbbed in my temples. My skin felt sensitive and the smell of sweat and fear lingered in the air. I felt a stinging pain on my cheek from where I made contact with the floor and I winced at the pain. I tried to look around but my head was still foggy, my neck spasmed and I laid still for a while. The memories flooded back to me and a tear fell silently down my face. Though I had no sense of anyone else in the room with me, I couldn’t help but feel that my ordeal wasn’t over. Not yet.
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