In the middle of the night, the boy stirred.

He was thirsty.

His throat was dry. The dinner had been salty. He pushed off his thin blanket. He rubbed his eyes. The house was dark. Silent.

Then he heard it.

Strange sounds. Wet sounds. Thumping sounds. A woman’s voice. High. Broken. Crying.

He walked.

His bare feet padded against the dirt floor. He rubbed his eyes. He arrived at his mother’s door. It was closed. But there was a gap at the bottom. Light flickered. Shadows moved.

He slowly opened it.

Just a crack.

Just enough to see.

His eyes widened.

His mother was on the bed. Or what was left of it. Her body was arched. Her back was bent like a bow. Beneath her, Raven’s thick cock was pulling out of her pussy. The head was at the edge of her entrance. The lips clung to it. They were stretched. Pulled outward. Convex. White milk and juice poured from the gaping hole.

Then Raven slammed down.

PAH—

"KKKKHAAAAAAANNGHHHHHH~!!"

The cock entered completely. Twelve inches. The belly bulged. The white fluid sprayed. The boy could see it. The water-like liquid flying from his mother’s body. Her face was turned up. Her eyes were rolled back. Her mouth was open. She was screaming.

The boy blinked.

He did not understand.

He saw the water coming out of his mother’s body. She must be thirsty. She must have water deficiency. That was why she was making those sounds. She needed water.

He closed the door.

He walked to the kitchen. He found a glass. He filled it from the bucket. He held it carefully. He walked back.

He would give it to his mother.

He passed her door again.

But the scene had changed.

He looked through the gap.

His mother was on the ground.

She was seated. Her hands were tied behind her back with a strip of torn dress. Her mouth was open. Wide. Her eyes were looking up.

Above her stood Raven.

His cock was out. Twelve inches. Thick. Hard. He was not fucking her. He was holding it. Pointing it.

A stream of yellow liquid erupted from the head.

Piss.

"Slurpp.... so... sour... mhhh~"

It hit her mouth. It filled her. She gulped. She swallowed. The piss leaked from the corners of her lips.

drip drip

It ran down her chin. It poured onto her heavy tits. It soaked her hair. It ran down her belly into her ruined, gaping, hairy cunt.

Raven moved the stream.

It hit her face. Her eyes. Her nose. She closed her eyes. She opened her mouth wider. She was drinking it. Taking it. Accepting it.

Then he stopped.

He stepped forward. He pressed the head against her lips. She opened. She took him. She sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. The piss and the pre-cum mixed in her mouth. She swallowed. She sucked harder. Her tongue was visible, lapping at his slit.

The boy looked down at the glass of water in his hand.

He looked at his mother. Drinking the man’s piss. Sucking his cock.

"You don’t need it, I guess," the boy whispered.

He turned.

He walked back to his room. He lay on his bed. He closed his eyes.

The sounds continued.

The wet sucking. The gagging. The moans. The slaps. The man’s grunts. The woman’s muffled screams.

The boy pulled his blanket over his head.

"Mother looked happy," he said.

He smiled.

And slept.

Zzz-Zzz- ZZZZZ.

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The morning rays fell through the cracked shutter in thick, golden bars. They cut across the room like the blades of a divine witness, illuminating the filth and the ruin and the single, obscene tableau at the center of the broken bed.

She was upside down.

Her thick, mature body was folded in half like a wet rag doll. Her shoulders were pressed against the straw mattress. Her neck was bent back at an angle that would have snapped a normal woman. But she was not normal anymore. Her legs were thrown over her own head, her knees pressed against the wooden wall, her heavy ass hanging in the air, facing the ceiling. The gaping hole of her anal was dark and swollen and twitching. It had been fucked raw for hours. It was a ruined crater, leaking the white, foamy mixture of last night’s seed and her own wrecked bowels.

Raven stood over her.

His hips were positioned above her face. His twelve-inch cock was buried to the hilt in her mouth. Her throat bulged outward, a thick, obscene column visible under the skin of her neck. The shape of his cock head was imprinted on her throat from the inside, pushing outward between her collarbones, reaching the depth of her tits. He was not thrusting gently. He was using her mouth as a cunt. A sleeve. A wet hole to be hammered.

SKHLRK—SKHLRK—SKHLRK—

"Glk—! Glk—! Mmmph—! Ngh—!"

Her eyes were rolled back to the whites. Saliva poured from the corners of her stretched lips in thick, continuous rivers. It ran down her forehead—her upside-down forehead—into her hair. It pooled in her ears. It soaked the mattress. Her tongue was flattened under his shaft, pressed against the floor of her mouth, unable to move. Her jaw was dislocated. The magic in her body held it there, keeping her from breaking, forcing her to endure.

He pulled out.

SKHLRK—

The cock emerged, wet and shining and thick. A thick bridge of saliva and pre-cum connected his head to her lower lip. It broke. It fell across her upside-down nose.

Then he slammed back in.

PAH—

"MMMMNPH—!! NGHHH—!! GLK—!!"

Twelve inches punched through her throat. The bulge reappeared, deeper this time. Her tits shook from the impact. The flesh of her chest trembled. Her heavy, mature tits—marked with rope burns and bite bruises—slapped against her own chin.

But Raven was not satisfied with just her mouth.

His hands moved down her folded body. They found her pussy. Her hairy, swollen, gaping cunt. He hooked his thumbs into the lips. He pulled.

"Ah—! Aaaaaanghh—! Master—! No—! It is tearing—!"

Her scream was muffled by the cock in her throat. He pulled her pussy apart. The lips stretched. The flesh was dark purple now, ruined from hours of pounding. He pulled wider. The hole gaped. The walls were visible. Pink. Raw. Pulsing. The entrance was stretched to the absolute limit, as if it would tear apart at the seams. The hair around her mound was matted with dried seed and fresh blood.

"Cry," he commanded. "Scream. Let me see how much you can take before you break completely."

He pulled wider.

Her body convulsed. Tears poured from her upside-down eyes into her hair. Her hands—tied at the wrists with a strip of torn bedsheet—twitched against the mattress. Her nipples were stiff. And red. So red. They had been brown when he found her. Soft, dark brown pebbles. Now they were crimson. Inch-long. Swollen to the point of deformity. He had pulled them. Twisted them. Clamped them. Sucked them until the blood rushed to the surface and stayed there. They looked like two small cocks on her chest.

He reached down with one hand while keeping the other spreading her pussy. He gripped a nipple. He pulled.

"MMMMNPH—!! NGHHH—!!"

He stretched it. An inch. Two inches. The flesh elongated. The skin was thin. Translucent. The red color darkened. She screamed into his cock. Her throat tightened around him involuntarily. The sensation was perfect. He groaned and fucked her mouth harder.

PAH PAH PAH—

"Glk—! Glk—! Mmmph—! Ngh—!"