In the quiet, suburban neighborhood where Rebecca and Tom lived, the midday air had the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Rebecca, a plump brunette with a penchant for the unconventional, went about her daily routine with a sense of calm efficiency that belied the fiery desires simmering beneath her homely exterior. She had a certain way of moving, a gentle sway of her substantial hips that spoke of comfort and confidence. Her house, a two-story abode with a meticulously maintained backyard, was her kingdom, and she ruled it with a soft but firm hand.
Today was the first day of Billy's summer vacation, and he hadn't even made it to lunchtime before complaining of a stomachache. Rebecca felt a pang of motherly concern as she sent him upstairs to rest on her plush, king-sized bed. She knew the quietude of the house would soon be filled with the sound of his video games and occasional sighs of boredom.
Her thoughts drifted to her friend Dr. Laura, a trusted confidante and pediatrician she'd known for years. Dr. Laura had a knack for putting her mind at ease, especially when it came to Billy's health. Deciding that it couldn't hurt to get a professional opinion, Rebecca picked up her phone and dialed her number. The line rang twice before a familiar, soothing voice answered.
"Hey, Laura, it's Rebecca. Billy's not feeling well, complaining of a stomachache. He's upstairs lying down. What do you suggest?"
On the other end of the line, Dr. Laura's voice remained calm and measured. "Rebecca, I'd recommend giving him some Gastrelief. That usually helps with those symptoms. You should already have some"
Rebecca nodded, even though Laura couldn't see her. "Yeah, I do. I'll get it for him right away. Thanks, Laura. You're a lifesaver."
She ended the call and padded upstairs, her flip-flops smacking gently against the wooden steps. Entering the master bedroom, she found Billy sprawled out on her bed, eyes glued to his tablet, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Billy, honey," she said, her voice a gentle lilt. "Dr. Laura said to take some Gastrelief. Do you remember where we keep it?"
Billy barely looked up, his thumbs dancing over the screen. "In the bathroom, right?"
Rebecca nodded, patting his forehead with the back of her hand. "That's right. I'll grab it for you." She turned and walked into the en suite bathroom, her eyes scanning the medicine cabinet. It was organized meticulously, with each bottle lined up like soldiers at attention. She found the Gastrelief, her hand hovering over it for a moment before she realized it was lighter than it should be. She pulled it out and held it up to the light, confirming her suspicion. It was empty.
Her mind raced. She knew Tom had been complaining about stomach issues lately, but she didn't expect the whole bottle to be gone. She sighed but kept looking inside the cabinet, her eyes searching for more Gastrelief. And there it was a box, pushed to the back, almost hidden by a stack of fluffy towels. Rebecca pulled it out, feeling a small victory. It was new, untouched. She must have missed it earlier.
But something about the box caught her eye. It wasn't the typical packaging she was used to seeing. The box was a little bigger, the font slightly different. Rebecca squinted, bringing it closer to her face to read the small print. It dawned on her: this wasn't the pills of Gastrelief she was expecting; it was in suppository form. A peculiar thrill shot through her, a reminder of her well-kept secret.
She walked back into the bedroom, the box clutched in her hand, and sat on the edge of the bed next to Billy. He looked up at her, his eyes full of hope and relief. "I've got it," she said with a smile. "But it's a little different than usual."
Billy's expression grew puzzled as she held out the box. "What do you mean?"
Rebecca cleared her throat, feeling a sudden awkwardness. "Well, sweetie, it's the same stuff that helps with tummy troubles, but it's meant to be, uh, inserted differently." She paused, gauging his reaction. "It's a suppository. You know, it goes in the...back door."
Billy's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, and he averted his gaze. But then, with a surprising maturity, he shrugged. "If it'll help, I'll do it," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rebecca felt a strange warmth spread through her. She knew that Billy was still young, and the idea of explaining such intimate procedures to him made her heart race. But she kept her cool, her voice calm and reassuring. "That's a good boy," she said, patting his back. "Just lay face down and take off your pants and underwear for me, okay?"
With trembling hands, Billy did as he was told, his thin legs sticking out from under the covers. Rebecca took a deep breath, trying to ignore the racing thoughts in her head. She carefully opened the box and pulled out one of the small, oblong suppositories. It was white and a bit chilly to the touch. "You're going to need to relax," she instructed, her voice soothing. "It'll be much easier that way."
Her eyes lingered on Billy's bare bottom, a perfect blend of childhood innocence and burgeoning adolescence. The sight of it sent a jolt of excitement through her body, her pulse quickening. She couldn't help but think about her own kinks, how they'd been dormant for so long with Tom's frequent absences. The idea of helping Billy in such an intimate way was strangely...arousing. She felt a blush creep up her neck, and tried to focus on her motherly instincts.
"Okay, Billy," she began, her voice a little shakier than she'd intended. "You're going to have to spread your legs for me. I can't see your...back door if you don't."
Billy's blush deepened, and he did as he was told, his knees coming apart slightly. Rebecca's eyes were drawn to the space between his legs, and she couldn't help but notice the soft mound of his balls peeking out from beneath him. They were surprisingly large for a boy his age, a fact that sent a tingle down her spine. She told herself to focus, that this was just a medical procedure, but the sight of them, heavy and vulnerable, made her feel a thrill she hadn't anticipated.
"I still can't see your...back door," Rebecca said softly, her voice thick with a strange mix of maternal care and unbidden excitement. "You're going to have to spread your cheeks a little wider, honey."
Billy's small hands reached back, his slender fingers tentatively touching the plump flesh of his buttocks. He hesitated for a moment before pulling them apart, exposing the tight, pink pucker of his anus. Rebecca felt her breath catch in her throat. It was a sight she hadn't seen in years, not since Billy was a toddler, and it stirred something deep within her. She took a moment to appreciate the view before her, the memory of her own anal experiences flooding her mind, heightening her arousal.
With trembling fingers, she took the suppository from the box, feeling its smoothness against her skin. The coldness of it sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew that Billy would feel the same. She leaned over, her ample breasts brushing against his back, and gently pressed the suppository against his anus. She could feel him tense, his body tightening in anticipation. "Just relax," she murmured, her voice thick with desire she couldn't fully hide. "It'll be over in a second."
Rebecca pushed the suppository, but it didn't slide in as easily as she'd expected. Billy let out a muffled gasp, his body pushing back against her hand. She paused, giving him a moment to adjust, then tried again. This time, it went in a little further, but not far enough. She felt his muscles clench around it, trying to push it out. She tried to ignore the thrill that coursed through her at the sight, but it was difficult.
"Just relax," she said again, her voice a little too high. She took a deep breath and pushed harder, but still the suppository didn't fully enter. Billy's sphincter was tight, almost as if it was resisting her. She knew she had to be careful; she didn't want to hurt him. But the more she tried, the more she found herself enjoying the delicate dance of her finger and his body's response.
Finally, with a soft pop, the suppository entered Billy's anus. He let out a sigh of relief, and she felt his muscles relax around it. She lingered for a moment, her finger still on the suppository. She gently pushed the suppository until it was almost fully inside, but then stopped and slowly began to withdraw it. The feeling was strange, almost mesmerizing, and she couldn't help but let it linger for a few extra seconds, watching the way Billy's body responded.
But it was the almost imperceptible moan that escaped Billy's lips that really got her attention. It was so faint, so delicate, that she wasn't sure she'd heard it at first. But as she listened closer, she realized it was definitely there, a soft, whimpering sound that seemed to come from a place of unspoken pleasure. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her own arousal spike. She hadn't expected this, hadn't anticipated that Billy would find the sensation enjoyable. But there it was, a sweet, secret sound that made her feel like she'd stumbled upon a hidden treasure.
Rebecca swallowed hard, her own body responding in ways she hadn't expected. She gently began to push the suppository in and out of Billy's tight little hole, watching the way his body moved with the motion. His cheeks clenched and released around her finger, a silent testament to the sensations he was feeling. She found herself getting wet, her pussy swelling and pulsing with every stroke. The sight of her son's anus, so pink and inviting, filled her with a hunger she hadn't felt in years.
With one final push, she slid the suppository all the way in, watching as it disappeared into his body. Billy's gasp was loud this time, and she felt a strange sense of accomplishment. She knew she'd done it right; she could feel the warmth of his asshole against her fingertip. She withdrew her hand slowly. For a moment, she just sat there, her hand hovering above his now-closed anus, unsure of what to do next.
Then Billy spoke, his voice a shy whisper. "Mom, I think...I think it's going to come out."
Rebecca's hand hovered over his tight little anus, and she felt a strange mix of concern and excitement. "Oh, no, honey. It's supposed to stay in so it can work. What can I do to help?"
Billy looked over his shoulder at her, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Could you...maybe push it in deeper?" His voice was so faint she had to lean in to hear him, and the request sent a bolt of electricity through her. She nodded, trying to keep her expression neutral, and reached back down with her now-slick finger.
But as she touched the tip of her finger to his anus, she realized that the lubrication from the suppository wasn't enough. The resistance was stronger than before, and she could feel the tight ring of muscle pushing back against her. She bit her lip, trying to think of what to do. Then, she had an idea.
Rebecca stood up, her legs feeling a bit wobbly. She walked over to the nightstand, her eyes scanning the contents. There, nestled between a romance novel and a half-empty bottle of lotion, was the bottle of anal lube she used for her own private moments. Her heart raced as she picked it up, the cool glass feeling foreign in her hand in this context.
Returning to the bed, she knelt beside Billy, her heart hammering in her chest. "Let's try this," she said, her voice a little too bright. "It'll make it easier for my finger to enter."
Billy nodded, his eyes wide and trusting. Rebecca's hand trembled slightly as she applied the cool lube to her fingertip, the anticipation building. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn't ignore the pulsing need within her. She leaned over, her heart racing, and gently pressed her lubricated finger against Billy's anus. It felt softer now, more receptive, and she pushed gently.
The tip of her finger slid in easily, and she watched as Billy's body took it, his sphincter stretching around her. He let out a soft whine, but it wasn't one of pain; it was something else entirely. Something that made her stomach flutter and her nipples tighten. She pushed in further, feeling the tightness give way to a warm, velvety embrace. The sight of her finger disappearing into her son's body was intoxicating, and she found herself moving it in small, exploratory circles.
"Does that hurt, baby?" she asked, her voice thick with lust. She had to know if she was crossing a line, if this was something she shouldn't be doing. But Billy's response was not what she'd expected.
"No, Mom," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of pleasure. "It... it feels kind of good."
The words sent a shockwave through Rebecca. She had never expected Billy to react this way, and the revelation sent a rush of excitement through her. Her finger continued to probe, exploring the warm, tight channel of his anus, feeling the suppository still lodged inside. The idea of being the one to introduce him to this new sensation was exhilarating, and she couldn't help but push deeper, feeling his body yield to her touch.
Rebecca's finger slid in up to the second knuckle, the slickness of the lube making it easier to move. Billy's breath hitched as she reached the depths of his rectum, her nail brushing against the firmness of the suppository. She felt him tense around her, but not from pain; it was clear he was enjoying the sensation. Her own breath grew ragged as she felt the barrier between them dissolve, replaced by something new and unexplored.
Her hand moved with a gentle rhythm, her finger sliding in and out of him, the lube allowing for smooth, almost hypnotic strokes. Billy's body began to move with hers, his hips rocking slightly as he grew more comfortable with the intrusion. His cheeks grew redder, his eyes squeezed shut tight, and a quiet moan escaped his lips. It was a sound that sent a bolt of desire straight to her core, making her wet and hungry for more.
Rebecca leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "This is as deep as I can go with my finger, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with need. She didn't know if she was saying it to reassure him or herself, but the words hung in the air like a question. She didn't want to go further, not yet. But the way Billy's body responded, the way he pushed back against her hand, made her wonder if he was ready for more.
Suddenly, she felt a wave of fear wash over her. What if she lost control? What if she did something she'd regret? She knew that what she was doing was wrong, but it felt so right in the moment. With trembling hands, she made the decision to stop, withdrawing her finger from Billy's tight embrace. He let out a soft whine of protest, but she ignored it, her own body humming with the intensity of the experience.
"Don't worry, honey," she said, her voice still shaky. "The suppository is all the way in. It's not going anywhere." She hoped her words would be enough to reassure him, to make him believe that she had everything under control. "You just need to rest now, okay?"
With that, Rebecca stood up, her legs wobbly with desire. She took a step back from the bed, her eyes lingering on Billy's bare bottom, now glistening with the remnants of the lube. She knew she needed to leave, to give herself a moment to process what had just happened. She turned and practically sprinted out of the room, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Once outside the door, she leaned against the wall, her hand shaking as she brought it to her mouth. What had she just done? Her thoughts swirled with a mix of fear and excitement. She knew it was wrong, but the way Billy had responded...it was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. She needed time to think, to figure out what this all meant.
After giving Billy a couple of hours to rest, Rebecca found herself drawn back to the bedroom. The door was open a crack, and she could hear the faint sounds of his video game from the hallway. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she might find. Her heart was racing, but she knew she had to check on him.
Pushing the door open, she stepped into the room. Billy was sitting up in bed, his back to her, his legs draped over the side. He was fully clothed again, his pants and underwear back in place. "Hey, honey," she called out, her voice a little too bright. "How are you feeling?"
He turned to look at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Better, Mom," he said, his voice a little shy. "The...the suppository thing really helped."
Rebecca felt a wash of relief. "Oh, I'm so happy to hear that, Billy," she said, her heart swelling with love and a hint of something else she didn't dare to name. She walked over to the bed, sitting down gently beside him. "You know, I'm always here to help you, no matter what."
———x———Chapter Text
The rest of the day passed in a blur of domestic tasks and distraction. Rebecca threw herself into her usual routine with renewed vigor, scrubbing the kitchen counters, folding laundry, and preparing dinner with a ferocity that was almost desperate. She avoided looking at the clock, not wanting to acknowledge the time passing, the inevitable march towards nightfall. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the incident in the bedroom, the memory of Billy's tight anus around her finger playing on a loop in her mind. She tried to push the images away, telling herself it was just a medical procedure, but she couldn't shake the excitement that lingered in her core.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the house grew quiet. Billy retreated to his room, his stomachache forgotten in the thrall of his video games. Rebecca took a deep breath and headed upstairs, her heart racing. She hadn't felt this way in years, not since before Billy was born. The anticipation was unbearable, a tight coil of need winding through her body.
Once in her bedroom, she closed the door with a soft click and turned the lock, a sense of illicit excitement making her palms sweat. The room was a testament to her marriage, a sanctuary she shared with Tom, filled with their scents and memories. But tonight, it felt like a cocoon, a place where she could hide and let her desires unfurl. She walked over to the dresser, her eyes scanning the neatly folded clothes and the framed photos of her family. But it was the bottom drawer that called to her, the one where she kept her secret stash of toys and lube.
Her hand trembled as she pulled out the largest dildo she owned, a monstrous 12-inch beast that she had only used a handful of times. It was thick, almost comically so, and a deep shade of purple that seemed to pulse in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The thought of inserting something so massive into her own body was both terrifying and exhilarating. But after the events of the afternoon, she needed something to take her over the edge, to release the tension that had been building within her all day.
Rebecca took a deep breath and began to strip off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around her. Her body was not what it once was, but she didn't care. The soft folds of her stomach and the jiggle of her breasts were a testament to the life she'd lived, to the child she'd borne and the love she'd shared. But in that moment, all she felt was a fiery need, a hunger that only she could satisfy.
With trembling hands, she coated the dildo in a thick layer of lube, watching as the fluid clung to its ridges and valleys. The suction cup on the end was a godsend, something she'd bought on a whim years ago but had rarely used. It was perfect for this, she thought, a way to keep her hands free while she explored her own body. She approached the headboard of the bed, her heart racing, and pressed the suction cup firmly against the wood. It stuck with a wet smack, and she stepped back to admire her handiwork.
The toy stood tall and proud, jutting out from the wood like a beacon of depravity in the otherwise mundane room. Rebecca felt a thrill run through her as she climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the plush comforter. She positioned herself on all fours, her plump ass in the air, and inched closer to the headboard. She could feel the coolness of the dildo against her skin, the anticipation making her clit throb.
With a deep breath, she reached back and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight anus to the cool air. The tip of the dildo was slick with lube, glistening in the soft light. She took one last look at it before she brought it closer to her, the head of it nudging against her sensitive hole. The feeling was strange, a mix of fear and excitement that made her toes curl. She pushed back, feeling the tip of the dildo breach her asshole. The stretch was intense, a sudden fullness that made her gasp.
Inch by inch, she took the dildo, her body fighting and then giving in to the intrusion. The pressure built, her sphincter stretching around the thick shaft until it was almost all the way in. The sensation was unlike anything she'd felt before, a deep, penetrating burn that was somehow both painful and pleasurable. She could feel her own asshole pulsing around the toy, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar girth. It was a strange, almost primal feeling, and she reveled in it.
With one final push, she took the dildo fully, the base of it nestled against her plump cheeks. She let out a low moan, her body shuddering with the effort. For a moment, she just held still, feeling the weight of it inside her, the fullness that was so alien and yet so right. Then, with a gentle rock of her hips, she began to move, her body adjusting to the rhythm. The suction cup held firm, allowing her to focus on the feeling of the toy moving in and out of her ass.
Her hand slipped between her legs, her fingers finding her swollen clit with ease. She began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, her other hand bracing herself against the headboard. The sensations were intense, overwhelming; she'd never felt so alive, so alive with lust. She matched the rhythm of her hips to the movement of her hand, the two working in tandem to build a crescendo of pleasure within her. The friction against her clit was exquisite, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body with every stroke.
But it was the image of Billy that pushed her over the edge. She couldn't help but imagine that the 12 inches of thick cock were Billy's, filling her up in a way she hadn't felt in years. The taboo nature of the thought only added to the allure, making her movements more frantic, more desperate. Her mind conjured up the sight of his slender hips, his smooth skin glistening with sweat as he pushed into her, the innocence in his eyes as he discovered the darker side of pleasure.
Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, a violent explosion of sensation that tore through her body. She screamed, the sound echoing through the empty house, her pussy spasming around her fingers as she rode the wave of pleasure. Her asshole clenched around the dildo, the contractions sending shudders of ecstasy through her core. She felt her insides pulse, the pressure building until it was almost too much to bear.
And then it was over, leaving her panting and trembling, her body slick with sweat. She collapsed onto the bed, the dildo still lodged deep within her, her hand still resting on her swollen clit. The room spun around her, the high of her climax slowly fading. But the thoughts remained, a dark whisper in the back of her mind that she couldn't ignore.
With trembling hands, Rebecca reached back and gripped the base of the dildo, pulling it out of her ass with a wet pop. She winced at the sudden emptiness, her muscles still clenching around the memory of the fullness. She stared at the toy for a moment, the thick shaft glistening with her juices. And then, without thinking, she brought it to her mouth.
Her tongue tentatively touched the head of the dildo, tasting the salty sweetness of her own ass. But as she began to lick it clean, her thoughts drifted back to Billy, his small, tight anus and the way it had felt around her finger. She closed her eyes and imagined it was him, the taste of him, the feeling of his body yielding to her. The idea was so wrong, so forbidden, but she couldn't help herself.
Rebecca's hand slid down her body, her slick fingers finding her clit again. She began to rub it with renewed vigor, her other hand still gripping the dildo. The sensation of the plastic sliding in and out of her mouth mimicked the feeling of her finger in Billy's anus, and she moaned around it, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked greedily. Her hips began to rock again, her body desperate for release.
Her mind raced with images of Billy, his sweet, innocent face contorted with pleasure as she tasted him, her tongue delving into the tight, forbidden space of his ass. The thought of his body, so young and fresh, under her control was almost too much to bear. She felt a second orgasm building, stronger than the first, a storm gathering in her core.
Her hand moved faster on her clit, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The dildo remained in her mouth, the taste of her own ass a stark reminder of the taboo desires that now ruled her. She could feel the muscles in her throat working, her body straining to accommodate the thickness of the toy. But it was the thought of Billy that pushed her over the edge, that made her come again.
Her orgasm washed over her in waves, each one more intense than the last. Her body convulsed, her thighs shaking as she rode out the storm of pleasure. When it finally subsided, she pulled the dildo from her mouth with a wet pop, drool running down her chin. She lay there, panting, her heart racing in her chest.
Rebecca looked at the clock. It was late, much later than she had realized. The house was silent. She knew she needed to clean up, to put her toys away and pretend like nothing had happened. But the exhaustion was too much. She collapsed onto the bed, the sticky mess of lube and saliva on her skin a testament to the depraved act she'd just committed.
———x———
The next morning, she was up early, her body feeling both sore and alive with a newfound energy. She made breakfast for Billy, her hands shaking slightly as she cracked eggs into the frying pan. The smell of bacon filled the kitchen, a comforting scent that couldn't quite mask the unease in the air.
Half an hour after Billy had finished his breakfast, he approached her with a worried look on his face. "Mom, I don't feel so good," he said, his voice small and uncertain.
Rebecca's heart skipped a beat, her thoughts immediately jumping to the previous day's events. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked, her voice calm despite the storm of emotions raging within her.
Billy shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding hers. "My stomach hurts again," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "Just like yesterday."
Rebecca's heart sank, her mind racing with a mix of fear and anticipation. She had hoped that the suppository would be a one-time thing, that she could keep her desires at bay. But the universe had other plans. "Oh, baby," she said, her voice filled with feigned concern. "I'm so sorry. It seems like we're still out of the pill form of the medicine."
Billy looked up at her, his eyes wide and earnest. "It's okay, Mom," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I don't mind the suppository. It actually feels kind of... nice."
The words sent a shiver down Rebecca's spine. She knew she couldn't resist this opportunity, not when it was staring her right in the face. "Okay, honey," she said, her voice a little too bright. "Why don't you go up to my room and get into bed? I'll come up in a minute to help you with it, okay?"
Billy nodded and disappeared up the stairs, his footsteps fading away. Rebecca took a deep breath and headed to the bathroom, her legs feeling like jelly. She opened the medicine cabinet and reached for the box of suppositories, her hand lingering on the cool cardboard. The box was untouched since the last time she'd used them. She could feel the weight of the small, white torpedoes within, each one a silent promise of the pleasure she'd found in her own depravity.
With a sigh, she turned away and headed to her bedroom. The door was open, just a crack, and she pushed it gently. Billy was already on the bed, face down, his pants and underwear gone. The sight of him, so vulnerable and unknowingly tempting, made her clit throb. She took a moment to appreciate the view, her eyes lingering on the soft mounds of his buttocks, the pink pucker of his anus peeking out.
"How are you feeling, sweetie?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and something else. She approached the bed, her heart racing.
"Good," Billy said, but immediately corrected himself with a grimace. "I mean, my tummy hurts again."
Rebecca felt a twinge of guilt. She knew she couldn't give him a suppository unless he was actually in pain. "I'm sorry, Billy," she said, her voice tight. "But I can't give you another suppository unless you're really sick." She paused, her eyes searching his. "Are you sure you're in pain?"
Billy's expression was a mix of hope and fear. He bit his lip, his eyes darting to the floor. "It... it does hurt, Mom," he murmured. "But maybe it's just a little bit."
Rebecca's heart skipped a beat. She knew what she had to do. "Billy," she said, her voice low and steady. "If you tell me the truth, I'll touch you again like I did yesterday. Just like that, okay?"
Billy looked up at her, his eyes wide and hopeful. "I... I'm not really sick, Mom," he confessed, his cheeks flushing a deep red. "I just wanted to feel, like yesterday."
Rebecca felt a thrill of excitement, her heart racing. "You liked it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Billy nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "It... it felt really good, Mom," he admitted, his voice shaking.
Rebecca felt a warmth spread through her body, a feeling of connection she hadn't experienced in years. She took a step closer to the bed, her hand reaching out to caress the soft skin of his back. "You liked it when I played with your bottom, didn't you?" she asked, her voice a gentle coo.
Billy nodded again, his breath hitching in his chest. "Yeah," he murmured. "Can we... can we do it again?"
Rebecca's eyes searched his, a fierce hunger burning in their depths. "A promise is a promise," she said, her voice thick with desire. She stepped closer to the bed, her hand moving to rest on the curve of his hip.
With trembling hands, she reached into her nightstand, her eyes never leaving Billy's. She pulled out a thin, 6-inch dildo, the color of rich caramel. The bottle of lube followed, the liquid within it sloshing gently. "I think this one will be perfect for you," she murmured, her voice a soft purr.
"Kneel on the bed, sweetie," she instructed, her voice gentle but firm. Billy obeyed, his heart racing as he positioned himself on all fours, his face buried in the pillows. The soft fabric muffled his gasps as he felt the coolness of the lube against his skin, his mother's hand spreading it around his anus with a practiced ease.
The anticipation was almost unbearable as the tip of the dildo pressed against him, the same spot where her finger had been the day before. But this was different, thicker and longer, and he felt a mix of fear and excitement as it began to push inside. The pressure was intense, but the slickness of the lube helped it glide past the tight ring of muscle. His body tensed, but as he felt the head pop in, a strange sensation of fullness and pleasure began to unfurl.
Rebecca's hand found its way to his cock, her fingers wrapping around the thick, surprising length of him. It was bigger than she had ever imagined, a solid 7 inches, and she couldn't help but gasp at the feel of it in her palm. Billy's body stiffened, his breath catching in his throat as he felt her warm hand encircle him. It was a strange sensation, one that he hadn't experienced before, and it sent a shiver down his spine.
"You're so big," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "Much bigger than I ever expected." She began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, watching as his body responded to her touch. His cock grew harder in her hand, the veins standing out in stark relief against the smooth, velvety skin.
With a gentle push, she eased the dildo into him, watching as his anus stretched around the head. Billy gasped, his eyes squeezed shut, but the sound was one of pleasure, not pain. She continued to press forward, the dildo sliding in inch by inch. She could feel his body tense around it, his muscles tightening and releasing in a delicious dance of acceptance.
"Does that feel good, baby?" she whispered, her voice thick with lust.
Billy nodded, his face still buried in the pillow. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice muffled by the fabric. The feeling was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before, a strange mix of pleasure and pressure that was both thrilling and a little scary.
Rebecca's hand moved in slow, steady strokes along the shaft of the dildo, her thumb pressing into the base of it as she pushed it deeper into Billy's body. She watched with rapt attention as his ass cheeks clenched around the toy, the skin stretching to accommodate its girth. It was a mesmerizing sight, one that had her own pussy throbbing with need.
With a final, firm push, she felt the base of the dildo press against Billy's body, the fake cock now fully lodged inside him. The soft sound of his gasp filled the room, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of power at the sight of her son's submission. His body was hers to command, to bring pleasure and, if she was honest with herself, to push the boundaries of what was considered acceptable.
"Looks like your hungry little ass has eaten all of it," she said, her voice a mix of amazement and lust. Billy's cheeks were red with both embarrassment and the effort of taking the toy, but he nodded slightly, his breath coming in short, quick pants. Rebecca felt a strange sense of pride, as if she'd somehow claimed him in a way she never had before.
"So, you want me to fuck you with this, don't you?" she whispered, her words a dark promise that seemed to hang in the air. Billy's body stiffened at the crude term, but the nod was all the answer she needed. She took a moment to admire the sight of the dildo buried in her son's ass, the way his body had accepted it with such ease.
"Then tell me, baby," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Tell me exactly what you want. I need to hear it from you."
Billy's voice was barely audible. "I... I want you to move it, Mom. Like... like you did before."
Rebecca leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "What's the word we use when we move something in and out of your ass, baby?" she prompted, her tone a sweet blend of curiosity and lust.
Billy's voice was a shaky whisper. "Fuck," he breathed out, the word sounding foreign on his lips. "I want you to fuck me with it."
Rebecca's own heart raced at his words, her pussy pulsing with need. "Good boy," she murmured, her grip tightening around the base of the dildo. "Now, tell me exactly how you want it."
Billy swallowed hard, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to form the words. "Fast," he managed to get out, his voice a whimper. "And... and hard."
Rebecca's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with excitement. "As you wish," she said, her hand moving to the base of the dildo. She pulled it back, watching the way Billy's asshole clenched around the shaft, trying to keep it in. And then she pushed it back in, hard and fast, just like he'd asked.
The sound of the plastic sliding in and out of his body filled the room, a wet, squelching noise that seemed to echo in the silence. Billy's moans grew louder, his body moving with the rhythm she set, his hips pushing back to meet her thrusts. She watched as his cock grew harder in her other hand, the precum beading at the tip and making her stomach flip with excitement.
Her own arousal was building, her pussy wet and swollen with need. But she held off, savoring the moment, the power she had over her own son. She could feel the muscles in his ass clench around the dildo, the way his body was responding to her touch. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of lust and love that was unlike anything she'd ever felt before.
But the time had come. Billy's moans had grown in urgency, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm. "Mom," he panted, his voice desperate. "Mom, I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum."
Rebecca's grip on the dildo tightened, her strokes becoming more erratic. "Not yet," she murmured, her voice a command. "I want you to put your hands under your cock, baby. Catch your cum for me."
Obediently, Billy's hands moved to under his cock. The anticipation was unbearable, his body taut as a bowstring. Rebecca could feel the tension in him, the coil of energy that was winding tighter with every thrust. She knew he was close, so close she could almost taste it.
Her hand worked the dildo faster, the rhythm of her strokes matching the beat of her own racing heart. Billy's moans grew louder, his body trembling beneath her. "Mom," he gasped, his voice a plea. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."
And then it happened. Billy's body convulsed, his back arching as he came, his cock pulsing in her hand. The warmth of his cum spurted out, filling his cupped palms as he tried to hold it all in. His asshole tightened around the dildo, the muscles clenching and releasing in waves of pleasure. Rebecca watched, her own breath catching in her throat, as he rode out the intensity of his orgasm.
Slowly, gently, she began to pull the dildo out of him, feeling the resistance of his body as it clung to the toy. With every inch that came free, Billy's moans grew softer, his body relaxing into the bed. She set the dildo aside, her eyes never leaving him. His chest was heaving, his skin slick with sweat, and she felt a strange mix of maternal pride and carnivorous hunger.
"Come here," she murmured, her voice soft. Billy looked up at her, his eyes glazed with pleasure and confusion. She helped him sit up, his legs still trembling from the intensity of his climax. "Let me see," she said, her tone firm but not unkind. "Show me what a good boy you've been."
With trembling hands, Billy offered her his cupped palms, the sticky warmth of his cum glistening in the early morning light. Rebecca took his hands in hers, her thumbs gently brushing against the pool of semen. She felt a strange thrill at the sight, a mix of maternal pride and sexual satisfaction that was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. "Look how much you made," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "It's like you're a little man already."
Without breaking eye contact, she brought his hands to her mouth. She watched as Billy's eyes widened, his pupils dilating with a mix of fear and excitement. And then, she leaned in and licked the cum off his palms, her tongue sliding over his skin with a hunger that surprised even her. The taste was faintly salty, a bit musky, but there was something sweet about it that had her stomach fluttering with anticipation.
"Mm," she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. "Delicious."
Billy stared at her, his face a picture of shock and arousal. "Have you ever tasted cum, baby?" Rebecca asked, her voice a soft purr that sent shivers down his spine. He felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.
"Yes," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "But only my own"
Rebecca's eyes lit up with excitement, her mouth watering at the thought. "Oh, baby," she breathed, her voice dripping with desire. "You're going to show me?" She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "Tell me, do you want to show Mommy?"
Billy nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He couldn't believe what was happening, but his body was responding in ways that scared and thrilled him all at once. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop the feeling of need that was building inside him. "Yes," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. "I want to show you."
With trembling hands, he brought his own cum-covered palms to his mouth. He licked at the sticky mess, his tongue swirling around the salty taste. It was strange, but not unpleasant. He watched his mother's eyes as he did it, seeing the way they darkened with lust.
Rebecca's hand slipped inside her pants, her fingers sliding through her wet folds. She was soaking, the scent of her arousal filling the room. Her eyes never left Billy's as she began to pleasure herself, her thumb circling her clit with a gentle pressure that had her own breath catching in her throat. She watched him, his innocence lost in the throes of something so primal and wrong.
Billy's eyes widened as he took in the sight of his mother touching herself. He'd never seen anything like it before, and the sight was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. His own cock twitched, the sensation of his mother's hand still lingering on his skin. He licked his palms clean, the taste of his own cum strange and addictive.
"Good boy," Rebecca murmured, her voice thick with lust. "You're learning so fast." She knew she couldn't keep this from him forever, but for now, she was going to enjoy every second of their twisted little secret.
With a final, lingering kiss to his forehead, she pulled away, her hand sliding out of her pants. "You can go now, Billy," she said, her voice still a gentle purr. "Why don't you go play some video games or something?"
Billy nodded, his legs still trembling as he climbed off the bed. He didn't look at her as he pulled his underwear and pants back on, his face a mask of confusion and arousal. He felt like he was in a dream, one that he didn't quite understand but didn't want to wake up from. As he left the room, the sound of his mother's soft moans followed him, a haunting echo of what had just transpired.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Rebecca couldn't contain herself. She fell back onto the bed, her hand immediately moving to her pussy. Her fingers slipped easily into her wetness, her thumb finding her clit and beginning to rub it in quick, firm circles. The image of Billy's tight little asshole around the dildo was burned into her brain, the memory of his moans of pleasure echoing in her ears.
With her free hand, she picked up the caramel-colored toy, feeling the warmth of his body still lingering on the plastic. With a tentative lick, she tasted the faint residue of lube and something else—his innocence, perhaps. It was a strange, exhilarating flavor that only served to fuel her desire.
Straddling the bed, she positioned the dildo at her mouth, the same way Billy had taken it. She could still feel the ghost of his tightness around her fingers, the way his body had trembled at her touch. With a feral hunger, she took the dildo in, her throat constricting around it as she pushed it deeper. The plastic was cold against her tongue, but the memory of her son's heat was all she needed to keep going.
Closing her eyes, she thought about Billy's ass juices, how they taste on her tongue. She had never felt so alive, so powerful, as when she was taking his innocence. Her mouth watered, her tongue eager to savor the forbidden nectar she knew was there. As she sucked and licked at the dildo, her mind painted a vivid picture of Billy's tight, pink hole, her imagination filling in the details of his taste and scent. She knew she couldn't have him like that, not yet, but the thought of it was almost too much to bear.
Her other hand found her clit, her thumb circling it in a frenzied pattern that matched the rhythm of her mouth on the dildo. The friction was exquisite, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge. Her hips bucked, her body desperate for the release that was just out of reach. She could feel it building, a pressure that grew with every second that ticked by.
And then, she heard it—the soft creak of the door. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw Billy's wide eyes peeking through the crack. The sight of him there, watching her slobbering on the dildo that was just in his ass, was like a bolt of lightning to her core. Billy's face was a mask of horror and fascination, his cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.
Rebecca didn't stop. Instead, she held his gaze, her hand moving faster on the toy, her hips grinding against the bed. The knowledge that he was watching, that he was seeing her in this most private, depraved moment, only added to her excitement. She felt her orgasm building, a tsunami of pleasure that threatened to consume her.
With a guttural moan, she threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut. Her body tensed, every muscle tightening as the climax washed over her. She could feel her pussy pulsing around her fingers, her juices spilling out onto her panties as she came harder than she ever had before. The room spun, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode the waves of pleasure.
And through it all, she was aware of Billy's eyes on her, his gaze burning into her soul. She didn't care about the wrongness of it anymore. In that moment, all she cared about was the feeling of power, the feeling of control. With a final, guttural groan, she pulled the dildo from her mouth with a wet pop, the sound echoing through the room. She watched him, his eyes glued to the glistening toy, and she knew she had him hooked.
"Close the door, baby," she murmured, her voice still thick with arousal. Billy did as he was told, his hand trembling as he pushed the door shut. Rebecca took a moment to catch her breath, her heart hammering in her chest. She felt alive, invincible, like she could do anything.
———x———
Chapter Text
The next day, the doorbell rang, piercing the quiet of the house. Billy, still feeling the aftershocks of the previous night's events, jumped at the sound. Her mother was out on some errands, leaving him to his own devices. He walked to the door, his heart racing.
On the doorstep stood a delivery man, a package in hand. He was young, with a friendly smile that seemed to question Billy's nervousness. "Hi, package for Rebecca Smith. Sign here" He held out a digital pad and stylus. Billy's eyes widened for a brief moment before he took the stylus, his hand shaking slightly as he signed. The delivery man glanced at the signature and nodded, his eyes never leaving Billy's face. "Thank you," he said, handing over the package.
Billy took the package, it had some weight on it. He brought it into the living room, setting it on the coffee table. Picking his phone, he dialed her mother's number, his voice trembling slightly. "Mom," he said when she answered, "a package came for you."
"Oh, I love next day deliveries," Rebecca chirped from the other end of the line, a hint of excitement in her voice. "It's something for us to play with. I'll be home in less than an hour, okay?"
Billy's stomach flipped at the thought of what could be in the package. His imagination ran wild with scenarios, each more shocking than the last. He stared at the unassuming brown box, his heart racing like a rabbit's in a cage. The urge to rip it open was overwhelming, but the package is not his to open, it's for his mother. Her words "It's something for us to play with" echoed in his mind, making his palms sweat and his cock twitch in his pants.
He tried to distract himself by turning on the TV, flipping through channels, but his eyes kept drifting back to the box. Ten minutes felt like an eternity as he wrestled with his curiosity. What if it was a new toy for his bum? Or maybe something else entirely? The suspense was unbearable. He paced the room, his mind racing.
Caving at last, he picked up the box, the weight of it surprisingly hefty. He knew he shouldn't, but the curiosity was eating away at him like a ravenous beast. He started opening the tape with painstaking slowness, his heart hammering in his chest. The box was unmarked, save for the delivery company sticker. With the last piece of tape removed, he lifted the flap and peered inside.
The first thing that caught his eye was the gleaming, realistic silicone cock. It was long and veined, the shaft curving slightly upwards like a real one. It was an eerie shade of flesh, the head a darker hue, almost like it was flushed with blood. The sight of it made his own cock stir, despite the fear and confusion that churned in his stomach.
Beside the dildo lay a harness, made of smooth black leather. It had a series of straps and buckles that looked both intimidating and somehow alluring. There was a peg at the front, which Billy assumed was for the dildo to attach to. He felt his cheeks burn as he pictured his mother wearing it, the fake cock jutting out from her pelvis. The thought was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
But it was the small silicone bottle attached to the base of the dildo that truly captured his attention. A thin, clear tube snaked from the base of the dildo to the bottle, and upon closer inspection, Billy realized that the urethra of the toy was hollow. His mind raced with the implications. Any liquid put inside the bottle would be pushed through the tube and out the tip of the cock, mimicking the real thing.
"Mom wants to fuck and cum on me," Billy said to himself, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. He'd never seen anything like this before, and the thought of his mother using it on him was both thrilling and terrifying. His cock was now fully erect, tenting his shorts as he stared down at the package.
"Yes I will, after you help me bring the groceries from the car" Rebecca's voice broke through Billy's daze, making him jump and spin around. He hadn't heard her come in, so absorbed he was in the contents of the package. She was standing in the doorway, her arms laden with shopping bags, her eyes sparkling with amusement at his flustered state.
With trembling hands, Billy helped his mother carry in the groceries, his mind racing with thoughts of the leather and silicone that now sat on the coffee table. As they worked, they talked about mundane things, the weather, school, the usual mother-son banter. Yet, the tension between them was palpable, a thick fog of anticipation that filled the air and made every movement feel charged.
Lunch was a simple affair, sandwiches and chips, but the weight of what lay ahead made every bite feel like a mouthful of lead. They ate in silence, the only sounds being the occasional clink of silverware and the distant hum of the dishwasher. Billy's eyes kept darting to the clock, willing the hands to move faster, eager for the moment when they could play again.
As the last sandwich crumb was brushed away, Rebecca looked at Billy with a twinkle in her eye. "So, what do you want to do now that we've got some free time?" she asked, her voice dripping with a knowing lilt. Billy felt his cheeks redden as he thought about the package they had yet to explore. He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the tremor in his voice gave him away. "I dunno, maybe watch a movie or something?"
Rebecca nodded, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "I've got the perfect one picked out," she said, standing up and looking over to the living room. She held out her hand, and Billy took it, his heart racing as she led him to the couch. She picked up the remote, her thumbs dancing over the buttons. The TV screen flickered to life, and she connected her phone to it, the screen mirroring an adult website.
Her eyes scanned the list of videos saved to her favorites, each one more depraved than the last. She settled on one titled "Riding the horsey", and started playing full screen.
The woman on the screen was very thin, with big obviously fake tits and an ass that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods of plastic surgery. She had a wide smile and a twinkle in her eye that seemed to say she knew something that Billy didn't. In the background was a floor covered in plush pillows, and on the floor, a rainbow-colored horse dildo was displayed. It was longer and thicker than any cock Billy had ever seen, and the sight of it made his own cock throb in his pants.
Rebecca paused the video, her eyes glinting with excitement. "Well, Billy," she said, turning to look at him. "What do you think? Do you think you'll like this?"
"The video?" he managed to croak out.
Rebecca paused for a second, and then it clicked. "Were you thinking about the horse cock?"
Billy felt his face flush, his eyes darting around the room looking for anything to distract him from the question. "I... I don't know," he lied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Rebecca leaned back into the couch, her own eyes locked onto the TV screen. "You know, Billy," she began, her voice casual, "I've never met anyone who's into the same things as me." She took a deep breath, her chest rising with the effort. "It's like finding a unicorn in a field of horses."
With a smirk, she resumed the video. The woman on screen was now straddling over the giant dildo, her ass in the air as she positioned the tip on her asshole. Billy couldn't help but stare, his curiosity piqued.
The woman began to lower herself, her face a mask of pure ecstasy as the monstrous toy began to vanish between her cheeks. Inch by inch, she took it, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned with pleasure. Each descent brought a new, more intense sound from her, a symphony of debauchery that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the room.
Rebecca's eyes never left the screen. "Do you think she's pretty?" she asked, her voice a low purr. She didn't wait for Billy's answer, slowly peeling off her yoga pants alongside her panties. The fabric whispered against her skin, revealing her thick, bare thighs and the plump mound of her sex. Billy's gaze darted to her, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and curiosity.
"Yeah," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But she's... she's too skinny. And her boobs... they're strange."
Rebecca chuckled, a warm, understanding sound that washed over Billy like a comforting blanket. "You know," she said, leaning back against the couch cushions, "I've never been one for those skinny girls either, but in this case it has it's perks."
She gestured to the TV screen. "Look," she said, pointing to the girl's flat stomach, where a bulge was clearly visible as she reached deeper on the horse cock. Billy's eyes followed her finger, and he swallowed hard. "You can see how far the horse cock is reaching," Rebecca's voice was a gentle purr, "how the horse is rearranging her organs."
Billy nodded, his throat tight. Rebecca's hand found her own pussy, her fingers sliding through her slick folds. "Do you like the video?" she asked, her voice a soft, seductive purr.
Billy nodded again, his eyes glued to the screen. He could feel the heat of his mother's hand as she touched herself, the room growing hotter with every passing moment. "I like it," he murmured, his voice strained.
Rebecca's eyes never left the TV, but her hand stopped moving for a moment. "If you like it so much, Billy," she said, her voice still a low purr, "why aren't you touching yourself?"
Billy's hand shot down to his crotch, his thumb rubbing his now rock-hard cock through his shorts. "I am," he mumbled, his eyes not leaving the screen.
Rebecca's laugh was like a warm caress. "No, sweetie," she said, her voice a gentle chide. "I mean without clothes", Her own hand still working between her legs.
Billy's cheeks flushed a darker shade of red, but he complied, his hands shaking as he pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang free, standing at attention as he stared at the TV, the image of the woman on the screen burned into his mind. He watched as she took the dildo, her asshole stretching to accommodate the thick, veined shaft.
"Do you think she'll get it all in?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
Rebecca chuckled, her eyes still glued to the screen. "Oh, she'll take it all," she said, her voice filled with a confidence that made Billy's heart race. "Just watch."
And so they did, both of them lost in the depraved world playing out before them. The woman on screen was grunting now, her face a contorted mask of pleasure-pain as she impaled herself on the giant dildo. Her hands were gripping the pillows beneath her, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on.
Billy watched, his hand moving in slow, tentative strokes along his shaft. It was bigger than he'd ever seen, and the thought of it inside of him was both terrifying and exhilarating. His mother's hand was a blur between her legs, her own moans joining the cacophony of sounds coming from the TV. Her breasts bounced with each stroke, the dark pink of her areolas standing out against the pale flesh.
"Billy," she panted, her eyes never leaving the screen. "Do you think you'll cum watching this?"
Billy nodded, his hand moving faster now. The scene unfolding before him was like nothing he'd ever seen, and yet it was everything he'd ever wanted. The woman's moans grew louder, her body convulsing as she rode the dildo like a wild stallion. It was mesmerizing.
Rebecca's eyes flicked from the TV to her son, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Would you like Mommy to help you, baby?" she asked, her voice thick with lust. "To make sure you cum nice and hard?"
Billy's eyes widened and something in him snapped, and he found his voice. "Fuck yes," he breathed, his hand still working his cock. Then he froze, his eyes darting to his mother's face, which was a mask of shock and arousal. "I mean... I'm sorry," he stuttered, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
Rebecca's smile grew wider. "No, Billy," she said, her voice a low, seductive purr. "You don't have to apologize. That's exactly what I want to hear." She reached over and took the remote, pausing the video. "You can talk as dirty as you want when we're playing, baby," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "The dirtier the better."
"I will give you an example," she whispered, her eyes meeting his. "Your anal slut of a mother is going to suck your cock, until you use me as a cumdump." With that, she leaned over Billy's lap and took his cock into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Billy's eyes rolled back in his head, a moan escaping his lips as he felt his mother's warm, wet mouth engulf him. Her tongue swirled around the head, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin.
Her hands were everywhere, one squeezing his balls while the other played with Billy's asshole. He felt a finger slip inside, the digit coated in lube, and he realized she had been preparing herself for this moment. The sensation was strange but incredibly arousing, his cock throbbing against her tongue.
"Look at the video," Rebecca instructed, her voice muffled by Billy's cock. "You cum when her buttocks touch the floor, the full 30 inches of horse cock deep inside her asshole."
Billy nodded, his eyes glued to the screen, watching the woman's ass cheeks quiver as she took the last few inches. He felt his mother's finger in his own ass, working him open as she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob of her head. The scene was like a pornographic ballet, a symphony of debauchery that had him on the edge of his seat.
The girl on the video gave a final push, her buttocks touching the floor with a thud. The bulge under her boobs was immense, the dildo completely buried deep inside her. Billy felt his cock pulse, his own orgasm building. "Mom," he groaned, his voice tight with need.
Rebecca's finger found Billy's prostate, pressing gently. It was like a switch had been flipped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. His hips bucked upwards, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. She took it all, his cum filling her mouth.
Billy's eyes rolled back as he came, his body spasming with the intensity of it all. He watched the woman on the screen, her eyes glazed over in pleasure, and knew he was just like her. His mother was his guide, leading him into this world of taboo and depravity, and he was eager to follow.
As the last of his cum spurted into her mouth, Rebecca pulled back, her cheeks smeared with his seed. She sat up, her hand still in his pants, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leaned over and kissed him, her tongue pushing past his lips to share the taste of his own cum. It was warm and salty, a taste that Billy found surprisingly appealing.
Their tongues danced together, swirling and dueling as they shared the forbidden treat. Billy could feel his mother's love and desire in every stroke, the passion in her kisses making him feel alive in a way he never had before. It was like they were discovering each other all over again, and the only thing that mattered was the pleasure they could give and receive.
Finally, Rebecca pulled away, licking her lips with a satisfied smack. Billy watched, his chest heaving, as she swallowed the mouthful of cum she had claimed. His own mouth watered, and without a second thought, he also swallowed. It was a strange, musky flavor, but it was a part of him, and now a part of her too.
Her eyes never left his as she slowly drew her lubed finger out of his ass, a glisten of his own arousal shining in the afternoon light. She brought the digit to her mouth, and with a sultry smile, she began to suck it clean, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. Billy watched, his cock still hard and pulsing, as his mother enjoyed the taste of his ass on her finger. It was like she was savoring a delicacy, and the sight was both mesmerizing and incredibly hot.
With her other hand, Rebecca began to pleasure herself again, her fingers working her clit with an urgent need. Billy watched, his eyes wide, as she brought herself closer and closer to the brink. She was a vision of carnality, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed with lust. Her chest heaved with every breath, her full breasts rising and falling in a mesmerizing rhythm.
The sight of his mother's hand in her own pussy was too much for Billy. He couldn't hold back anymore. His hand was a blur as he stroked himself, matching the tempo of her movements.
Rebecca kept licking the ass juices off her finger, her eyes never leaving Billy's. She could see the fire in his gaze, the same fire that was burning within her. It was a dance of depravity, a silent conversation of lust that needed no words. Her hand moved faster between her legs, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sight of Billy's cock, still hard and gleaming with her spit, was all the encouragement she needed. She felt the familiar tingle in her clit, the build-up to an orgasm that was going to be earth-shattering.
Her body tightened, her muscles coiling like a spring ready to release. With a loud moan that echoed through the room, Rebecca came, her pussy clenching around her own digits. Her hips bucked upwards, the sensation of her son's eyes on her adding a layer of intensity to her climax. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, a mix of maternal love and carnivorous desire that shook her to her core.
Her hand, sticky with her own cum, was brought to Billy's mouth. He opened his lips, his eyes still wide with a mix of shock and arousal. The smell of her sex filled the air, musky and sweet, and he felt his own cock throb in response.
"Suck them," she whispered, inserting her glistening fingers into Billy's mouth. He obeyed, sucking her juices off her fingers, the taste of her orgasm on his tongue. The intimacy of the moment was intoxicating, and Billy felt his cock pulse in response. Rebecca leaned back into the couch, watching him with a mix of pride and hunger.
"You know, Billy," she began, her voice a soft purr, "nothing makes me cum harder than licking the ass juices of my little boy." Billy's eyes widened in shock, but the excitement in his mother's voice was unmistakable. "Your mommy is a dirty anal slut, remember?"
The TV screen flickered, and a new video began to play. This time, it was a montage of scenes, all the same but different movies, depicting women with their asses recently fucked full of cum, and then another woman eagerly lapping it up. Billy's eyes widened, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Rebecca saw his reaction and chuckled, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "This is another one from my favorites, baby," she said, her breath hot and sweet against his neck.
Rebecca turned off the TV, saying that maybe someday they could try something like that. Billy felt a thrill run down his spine at the thought of his mother doing such a thing. He didn't know if he was ready for it, but the idea was definitely intriguing. "But for now," she continued, "let's clean up and do our own tasks"