Filial

Filial Scorn One Friday night in May, Danny, a white 20-year-old, had scarcely toweled himself dry after swimming in the backyard pool when he heard a loud moan coming through the open window of Linda, his 43-y/o mother's bedroom. He walked toward it and his 10-inched prick hardened because the naked widow was drilling 3 fingers into her muff. She tossed her brown hair back and confessed, 'I'm a perverted slut wanting my son to d0wse me in piss while he gives me his cock!' Though the young man wasn't violent, however, he'd inherited a mean streak from his deceased father, and at 15 had started to fantasize about abusing her. Fortunately, she was a masochist. And now, he slid his trunks off before entering the house and her bedroom where he swung his foot against her saucy rump, 'Aaah! she gasped. 'Did I hurt you?' he inquired. 'A little,' Linda answered, then: - 'Shred my dignity, son.' 'I have no respect for you, so I will,' Danny said as he began to savagely maul her large, firm milkers. 'Eeeeeh!' she wailed. 'Quiet, bitch!' he commanded her, followed by him pulling her fingers out and oozing his clenched hand into her pussy. 'Ooooh!' she whispered. 'Suffer, you damn fool!' he yelled. Once his fist had discarded her snatch, he inserted his cock in it and urinated until it overflowed. 'Yesss, yesss, I'm your toilet!' she exclaimed as she knelt and wiped her tongue across the hardwood floor. 'You're disgusting!' he brought her to a climax. 'I'm a disgrace to motherhood!' Linda heatedly sobbed. Danny then hurled his spear into her anus. 'Pound me senseless!' she begged him. 'Take my dick in your stinking dung-chute!' he bellowed. 'Stinking dung-chute?' - her mind reeled. In a bit, Danny's semen erupted in her ass. He withdrew from her, her, though she astonished him when she said, 'Men's hatred arouses me.' 'Really? Well, I fucking detest you, mom!' he snarled while covering her pretty face in spit. 'You should,' Linda assured him as he spun around, grabbed her ears, crushed her nose into his butt-crack and farted. 'Aarrmm!' she gagged before he turned and laughed, 'Smell the roses, huh?' - shit, you're a skunk-weed! Is that too insulting?' 'No,' Linda replied. 'It's impossible to say anything offensive enough to you, isn't it?' he asked. 'Are you disappointed?' 'Not if I do this,' - and he stuffed his toe into her mouth 'Taste that, you dumb 'ho!' he triggered her to another orgasm. Nevertheless, it dismayed Linda to realize that he was getting bored. He removed his toe, flipped her the bird and remarked, 'Listen, cunt, I'll never love you,'... … and, 'please don't,' she ended the most glorious night she'd ever had. ~*~ Part 2 Feeling refreshed, Linda awoke at 7 the following morning and started masturbating to memories regarding her uptight, puritanical dad condemning loose morals. Once she'd reached adult-hood, she'd defied him, not being able to count the many partners she'd had. And 'my boy shouldn't love me,' she'd scarcely thought before the unclothed youngster appeared beside her. 'Are you horny?' he inquired. 'Yes, I am.' 'Why aren't I surprised? You're a pig!' Danny chortled. 'I'm earth's lowest creature,' she deprecated herself. 'Yeah, you are,' he said as he pointed at her wet snatch: - 'Tell me the right term for this hole.' 'Pussy?' 'Where do you find trash?' 'Dumpsters?' she ventured. 'The gutter, too,' he answered. 'Which am I, a cum-dumpster or a gutter?' she giggled. 'Both,' he responded. Nonetheless, Linda wasn't aware that 4 days previously, Danny had subscribed to a TV porn-channel and presently accessed a video captioned 'Cory Chase a. k. a. milf-escort servicing her step-son, Jeff.” Immediately intrigued, Linda sat up in bed as the star announced, 'Mommy's your nasty, dirty little whore, Jeff!' 'You're a commercial slut, aren't you?' he replied. 'Uuuh, uuuh, uuuh, yes!' Cory panted. 'You fucking bimbo!' he snarled while slamming his 7-inched pecker into her bowels and unloading in them. 'You're sexy and I'd pay to bang you. Have you ever turned a trick, mom?' Danny wanted to know. 'Wel-l-l-l,' Linda hesitated while beginning to recall the July, Sunday afternoon when she was 21 and, Gordon, her husband was 23. Unlike her dad, he considered promiscuity a 'virtue.' So, after giving spike-heeled shoes, a low-cut blouse and a mini-skirt to her, he ordered, 'Wear these to advertise your body.' 'I married a pimp!' she smiled as she followed his directions before he shoved her out the door, with the newlyweds having strolled along the street for several minutes when they encountered Ephraim, Gordon's black, 26-y/o friend, who'd never met the slag. 'Ephraim, this is Linda, my wife,' Gordon introduced her. Ephraim ogled her and whistled, 'Wow, she's a hot babe!' 'Thanks!' she gushed. 'I mean that,' Ephraim answered while groping her milkers and remarking, 'These jugs are huge.' 'She's a busty wench and I'm going to market her,' Gordon responded. 'Is she expensive?' Ephraim asked. 'Charging more than $2o would be fraud,' Gordon chuckled while accompanying Ephraim and Linda into a motel room he'd booked. 'That's cheap,' her john said, then handed that amount to Gordon and stripped. 'My ancestor's were slaves; now you're mine! Kiss my butt, honky!' he snorted. 'Yes, sir!' - and she obeyed By then, Gordon had unzipped his jeans and exposed his 9-inched rod. He crouched behind the harlot and aimed it into her vaginal 'gutter' while Ephraim swiveled and sank his 11-inched penis into her neck. 'Use her, degrade her!' Gordon admonished him. However, the swarthy stud gladly indulged him until the guys unplugged her and drained their balls into her mouth. And it was no wonder that Danny couldn't repress his delight upon Linda revealing her secret 22 years later. 'You were a hooker for my old man!' he grinned. 'Yes, I was.' 'Did you enjoy it?' Danny asked her 'Very much, and so does Cory Chase,' Linda replied. 'She's inspirational,' Danny answered. 'Yeah, but won't you pay to bang me?' Linda questioned him before he disappeared and returned with 'money' in a bag. 'This is your entire worth!' he snickered as he poured 30 poker chips into her lap. Next, he started grinding his cock between her knockers. Was that ever frustrate her! Soon, his cum splattered Linda's chest, though she wished Gordon was there to sell her to the fruit of his loins. What a 'fucking bimbo!' ~*~ Part 3 Though guilt doesn't have corrective powers, it can be stimulating. And it seemed Linda's ovary glands were burning while she detailed her experience involving Ephraim: - 'Once I finished giving him some head, your father and I went to a porn theater.' 'It's closed nowadays, isn't it? Danny said. 'Yes, it is,' she replied. 'What happened?' Danny asked. 'The white clerk said he'd let me in for nothing if I copulated with him. You should've seen his prick,' she responded. 'Was it big?' 'Four inches thick and 15 inches long.' 'Seriously?' Danny expressed his amazement. 'At least, he didn't split my womb,' she said. 'You felt violated, didn't you?' Danny inquired, 'Yes, and I loved it,' Linda informed him as she diddled to an orgasm. The next Wednesday, however, her son helped subject her to thorough humbling after he got an e-mail from his friend, the white, 21-y/o Baron. The men lived in the same town and were acquainted due to their interest in explicit art (Baron had drawn a picture showing a horse raiding Linda's guts). He also had founded The Devil's Crew and requested Danny to bring the 'sacrifice' to the city's dogging area at 12 p. m. Because Danny understood that, he didn't explain it to the tramp when at 11:50 p. m., he drove to the designated venue, where scarcely had they'd left his vehicle, Baron and his '12 disciples' surrounded them in monks' robes. 'Who-0-o... a-a-are.... y-y-you?' Linda tremulously asked. 'I'm a High Priest and you're blasphemy incarnate, an obscene abomination!' Baron intoned. 'Uhhh – yes, sir!' 'As Satan's daughter, you were bred to be a slut and you revere him, don't you?' a disciple smirked. 'Yes, I do.' 'Truth is, demons possess you!' Danny remarked. 'That's right, you notorious sex-fiend!' the disciple interjected. 'Yeah, and we're going to sacrifice you for the evil you've committed!' Baron warned Linda before pushing her to her knees, then: - 'Worship me!' Excited, the cunt fastened her mouth to his 9-inched cock. 'Bury it in your throat,' Danny instructed her, though she could hardly believe the foul things the crew-members were saying: - 'God ought to curse the 666 beast you are!' 'Hear that?' 'Hell, Jesus might, only might stoop to fuck you since you're a shit-bag whore!' 'His wife (Mary Magdalene) WAS a prostitute!' 'So were you and you earned 20 bucks!' Danny scoffed. 'How dare you allow filthy lucre to corrupt your soul?' Baron roared. 'I don't have one!' Linda answered. 'Did you lose it?' a 'monk' inquired. 'Yes, I did,' she admitted while Baron peeled her lips off his tool. She then saw him, his acolytes and Danny stroking their variously -sized dicks, something they did until their pecker-juice filled a douche-bulb. Nevertheless, Baron had certain privileges. He thrust the bulb's nozzle into her ass and administered her an enema, withdrew the spout, commanded her to squat, evacuate the cream into a glass and drink the jizz straight from her ass. He then concluded the embarrassing ritual by remarking, 'Am I ever glad I didn't perform an exorcism.' And 'me too,' Linda brought the event to a close. ~*~ Part 4 She slept until 11 the following day which Danny had off work, though it amused him to see her shuffling into the kitchen for brunch. 'Guess a demon took your clothes,' he remarked. 'I'm too weary to get dressed,' she answered. 'I'm sure coffee will perk you up,' he said while pouring her a cupful and setting it on the table. 'Thanks, son,' she purred. 'No problem. Did you have fun last night?' he said. 'Oh, yes.' 'Did it wound your pride to hear you're an 'obscene abomination, Satan's daughter' and 'a shit-bag whore?' Danny asked. 'You know I crave verbal abuse and humiliation,' she replied. 'Yeah, and it was hot to see you drinking cum-juice after you defecated it into that glass,' Danny responded while marveling over her filthy nakedness. At 43, she still had an hour-glass figure; her breasts didn't the least sag and he jerked-off into her beverge before he took his notebook laptop to the basement where he scanned her nude photo and Baron's drawing into editing software to create an anime-video. He positioned the horse behind her, with his 3” X 17” pizzle gaping her bowels and added the third Polovtsian Dance from the opera, Prince Igor, for a sound track. At 10 that evening while Linda was relaxing in the living room, however, he walked in wearing nothing except an erection, though he was carrying a whip, a scarf, a vibrator and his tablet. 'What are you doing?' she inquired. 'There's a reason I haven't mentioned that I found dad's journal describing your gangbang wedding. He and 6 other guys hammered your holes 3 times apiece. They tore you apart, didn't they?' Danny asked. 'Yes, they did.' 'Was that when you conceived me?' he demanded. 'U-u-u-h, yes, it was.' 'Am I a bastard?' he continued grilling her. 'G-g-gordon's y-y-your f-f-father,' she stutttered. 'Damn, I was hoping I am a bastard! That'd serve you right!' Danny sneered as he grabbed the slut's hair, towed her out to the garage, activated the vibrator and plunged it into her snatch before pushing her into a chair to which he tied her. 'I'm going to punish you!' he growled while starting to lash her tits and stomach. 'Hurt me, yes, hurt me!' she whimpered. 'FUCK YOU!' Danny thundered as pleasure had her beginning to helplessly writhe against her resraints, with him dropping the whip before hitting the electronic device's play button while the music's barbaric rhythm filled the air. Stunned to recognize herself in the 2-minute animation, Linda stared at the horse smashing his phallus into her dung-pussy, until she had an orgasm and screamed, 'God, oh god, yes, ruin my ass!' 'Don't worry! Your 'boyfriend' (the horse) detests you!' Danny responded while guiding his prick into her mouth to lengthily choke her. 'Bastard or not, I'm cruel, aren't I?' he said. 'Uh-hmmm,' - and she nodded. 'Well, you deserve my worst!' he taunted her as his sperm flooded her oral gape. After that, he texted Baron who answered, 'Delete all the files but this one, then torment the bitch by hanging your tablet on the wall above her bed. Oh, don't forget to tell her she'll always be 'blasphemy incarnate.' And not suprisingly, Danny did exactly that!