Pat's Pounding part 2 by APonderingPen

The journey between this new small room, where Pat and Julie were now blessedly alone, had been quick and carried out in much the same manner as the one that had transported Pat to the room where the Trinity of the Taking ritual had occurred. The only difference between the brief travel that had led them here into a new room populated solely by an ornate high-backed chair and a single flickering candle was the constant stimulation Pat was subjected to as he was bounced up and down in his mother's strong arms as she walked. Whereas before, his attention had been split between the visual delights each new glance offered up and his mother's pointed nipples rubbing against his back as they both moved, now his focus was solely upon the plug that was jostling deep inside of him, pressing against that magical spot that made fireworks explode between his ass and his eyes.

Now, Pat found himself sitting astride his mother's lap, back against her chest, legs spread wide as they dangled over his mother's, feet not touching the floor. Despite everything, even the ass-clenching sight of his mother's proud turgid womanhood standing straight up and out from underneath his own comparatively minuscule caged, dribbling cock, the main thought dominating Pat's mind was, all told, rather mundane.

Where should I put my hands?

Thankfully, his mother's mind-reading prowess, or perhaps just her motherly intuition, solved said burgeoning problem before he could give it voice. 'Here, sweetie,' she sensually whispered, grabbing his hands gently before placing them on her bobbing python between both of their legs; if one could ignore his cock lying on her mighty base, then, from a certain angle, they could be excused for thinking the massive meat pole between his legs belonged to him.

'Now that we've finally got a moment just to ourselves, I guess I should explain some things,' Julie continued softly. Despite the much-awaited opportunity to finally get some real answers, Pat found it challenging to focus on anything other than the fat shaft in his hands; despite his best attempts, he couldn't fully encircle the pulsating beast. Furthermore, the size wasn't the only thing that left Pat's mouth agape. On the contrary, the sheer heat radiating off it was immense, so much so it felt like holding onto a stiff hot water bottle. How was it so hot? He wondered as he idly traced the virile yet feminine veins decorating its alabaster surface.

'My sweet, whore,' his mother murmured as she bit his ear upon seeing his distraction. 'You'll have plenty of time to play with that later, let me assure you. Now, though? Now, you should take the chance to ask me any questions before the main event gets underway.'

Determined to take this rare opportunity to understand what he had gotten himself into, he paused his lurid explorations. 'Mom,' he started nervously, voice shaking. 'What is all this? Who are all these people? Why do you have a dick? Why do those other women have dicks? Why do you and those weird women keep calling us sluts? Why -,' before he could continue his seemingly endless barrage of questions, he was interrupted by his mother's loud, tinkling laugh as she nuzzled his throat. 'Slow down, little one, slow down,' she chuckled while gripping his throat firmly.

'Let's see,' she mused before continuing in a well-rehearsed voice. 'We are the Clan Aegis, a genus cursed by the jealous Lady Hera for the crimes of our ancient foremother who seduced her husband, Lord Zeus. Since then, we of the line of Aegis have been cursed to bear parts traditionally thought of as masculine. Initially, our curse was not just the mammoth meat you're having such fun playing with but also terrible ugliness. However, after nearly a century of watching newer generations suffering afflictions they had no part in earning, our Goddess intervened by freeing us from the afflication of our hideousness and improving our looks so potently we could have our pick of men.'

'No doubt you're wondering why our Goddess would cure only half of our affliction, sweetie?' Julie continued after pressing an affectionate kiss to the tip of his nose. 'Well, truthfully, no one knows. However, I, at least, like to think she left us with part of our curse for two reasons: first, our bitch-breakers aren't curses but gifts, and secondly, she used the opportunity to spit in the eye of Hera, a goddess whose chief purview is that of the traditional woman, by undermining her narrow view of who constitutes such.'

After a brief melancholy pause, his mother gyrated her hips, grinding her massive meat stick on his stuffed opening and dangling cock simultaneously, so great was her size. 'Although,' she teased. 'Some of my sisters might think it a curse, I sure don't and I expect, judging from what I've seen from you so far, you won't either.'

'What do you mean?' Pat asked, dreading and longing to have his fears and hopes confirmed.

'You mean you still haven't figured it out yet?' asked Julie incredulously, stunned to think that her typically astute son had missed the rather heavy-handed manner about things which she and the other mothers had dealt with things.

'I have my suspicions!' Pat responded defensively.

'Ho ho,' his mother giggled, such a girlish noise sounding rather strange coming from someone like her. 'He has his suspicions! I hope so, considering how obvious we've been about things.'

'Are you going to put... THAT in me?' He asked with a gulp, nodding down at her fleshy spear between their legs.

'I'm going to do more than just put it in you, my clueless little whore. I'm going to get all of it inside you and then rock your world; you'll never be the same again after I'm done with you!'

Now positive of what was coming, Pat couldn't help but give voice to his disbelief that his mother was to attempt to get so large a thing into a place that had struggled to take a few of her fingers or even the butt plug. 'But how will it fit?' he stammered, voice high and reedy.

'Believe it or not, you're not the first to ask me today how I intend to get my little lady balls deep inside you. Don't worry! As I told them, if your little hole doesn't cooperate, I'll force my little lady in.'

'FORCE?!' Pat gasped, panic coating each syllable. 'You'll kill me!'

'No, silly, I won't,' Julie soothingly responded, stroking his sides while he subconsciously rhythmically squeezed her potential murder weapon. 'I won't lie and say it won't be difficult because I have no doubt it will be, but, judging from how sensitive you are in your boi-pussy, you're more likely to die, if you're going to, from pleasure rather than pain. Yup,' she continued. 'Before you know it, you'll be begging me to pound your pussy multiple times a day.'

'That doesn't answer how you plan to make THAT fit into me! Well?!' Pat demanded harshly, blushing madly at his mother's explicit words.

'Alright, fine, ruin my fun, why don't you?! Let me be clear. The potion you drank when we arrived doesn't just keep you to remain calm. It also helps relax your muscles, making entering you far easier than it would otherwise be without it. And, just to be safe, the butt plug I teased your little p-spot with earlier secretes more of that potion inside your hot little boi-cunt.'

Glad to hear that his mother didn't just intend to go about things without a plan, Pat settled down, or at least as much as he could, perched atop his mother as he was.

'And the whole whore thing? Well, Pat, that's what you are.'

Hearing his mother speak of his inadequacies so plainly was a strange experience for Pat; once more, he revelled in that intoxicating combination of humiliated arousal.

'And that's where this comes in,' she continued, palming a handful of his plentiful ass. 'You see, the reason for that fat ass is the same curse giving me my little lady. Basically, when women like me have sons like you, they always have fat asses. Although, to be honest, I don't think I've ever seen ones you possess.'

Done with her explanation that, if Pat was being honest with himself, left more questions than answers, they both sat there in silence, the flickering of the candle evoking a sense of timelessness. Idly, Pat could picture them in a similar position but at a different time; both of them in an era when electricity wasn't so plentiful, perhaps at the turn of the previous century, relaxing in their house after a hard day's work, before he was taken by his mother, submitting to her, pleasing her with his boi-pussy...

'Anyway,' his mother broke the silence unexpectedly, voice once again lustful and eager, causing him to jolt in her arms. 'I think it's time we took the edge off.'

'E-edge?' Pat stammered, ironically once more on edge, thinking his mother was about to disobey whatever rules were in place that the chief priestess had reminded the mothers of earlier and just get started rearranging his insides right then and there. 'I thought I'm not supposed to cum until whatever happens next? What is that anyway?' Pat queried, trying to divert his mother's attention from his stuffed boi-pussy.

'Oh, don't worry darling,' his mother reassured him with a laugh, 'it won't be YOU cumming.' At that, she gently upended him from her lap onto the ground below between her spread legs, barely breaking his fall with her startling strength before she leaned back with her hands behind her head, looking down at him with a grin. 'Well? Better get started.'

'Started?' Pat asked, confused from his knees, looking up at her. 'Started what?'

'God, that potion really has done a number on you. Oh well, I'll be blunt. Suck. My. Glorious. Fucking. Cock.'

At her order, Pat blanched. How the hell am I meant to suck that? he wondered. The head of his mother's monument to womanhood was wider than the entrance to his mouth, he was sure. Timidly, Pat gave voice to his doubt. 'How?' He whimpered. 'I can't suck it, it's too big!'

'I told you already, the potion will help you take me inside you,' she rejoined, voice steely with determination, uncompromising in the face of his hesitance and confusion. 'Now,' she warned. 'Don't make me tell you again. If you don't suck it, I'll be going into your pussy dry, which, from what I've heard from some of my sisters, can be excruciating for the poor whore.'

Now aware of what awaited him if he didn't somehow tackle this Herculean labour, Pat started his task with gusto. Reaching up, he wrapped both hands around the base of his mother's pale python, positioning it so that it jutted perpendicular from her body. Still brooding on his mother's threat regarding a dry fucking, Pat resolved to, at the very least, get her mammoth meat wet, even if he wasn't able to properly suck it. Leaning forward, he slowly licked from just above the seal of his hands around his mother's base to the top of her hole-wrecker. Again and again, he repeated the same action, from bottom to top, savouring the taste of her steadily increasing precum excretion as they rolled down her fat shaft until the entire undershaft of her shaft was a glistening mix of his saliva and her thick girlcum.

Oh my God, her pre tastes fucking delicious! Every time I lick it, it tastes of something different! Mm, strawberries! Yum, chocolate! Fuck, that tasted like cookies and cream! How is this even fucking possible?!

For Pat, as soon as his tongue tasted that first drop of scrumptious jizz, he lost the little perception of time left to him through his lust and potion-induced calmness. It was, he could happily confirm, the single most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his entire life; nothing, not even his favourite fast foods, that to his previous mortification had gone straight to his ass, making it fat and juicy, could come the slightest bit close to the divine taste he was rapidly becoming addicted to.

As he bathed the underside of his mother's bitch-breaker, Julie wasn't silent. Far from it, in fact. 'Aww,' she cooed as she watched his eyes become glazed, all traces of hesitance vanishing as he hoovered all traces of her thick, potent seed as it gushed out in rivulets down her little lady. 'It looks like my little whore loves to suck cock after all.'

Gripping loose handfuls of his hair, she continued speaking to her audience of none, as by this point, Pat's mind was little more than ecstatic mush. 'It's better this way. Isn't it? You, on your knees, with your little cock all locked up, busy worshipping a real cock. I mean, really, it's for the best that I've locked your cute cocklet up! Who would want to suck on that little thing you used to call a penis anyway? It's so tiny, it's useless! All it does is dangle and dribble!'

All throughout her lurid, debauched tirade, Pat slaved away devotedly, licking with a greedy combination of love and lust. 'That's a good whore,' Julie moaned as she started to drag his head back and forward, as he kept his tongue sticking out, using him not unlike he was some animate masturbatory device, existing solely for her pleasure and nought else.

'Fuck,' she grunted before pulling him suddenly away from her cock. 'You're good at that,' she complimented, panting. 'But we need to kick things up a gear. Open wide!' She commanded, forcing her fat cock head into his mouth. 'Here comes the choo-choo train.' So saying, she slowly, with increasing speed, thundered down the tight, wet track of her son's throat until she forcefully hilted herself in his constricting orifice. Despite the journey being one of unbelievable speed considering the atypical size of the appendage being stuffed down Pat's throat, by no means was it one without struggle.

As her thick girl meat travelled from his lips to what must have been the start of his stomach, it bulldozed everything out of its way. It was only belatedly, at approximately halfway in, did Julie think to remind her cum drunk son to remember to breathe. 'Don't. Forget. To. Fucking. Breath. whore. Slut,' Julie gasped, her words sounding disjointed as she was racked with pleasurable spasms as she finally tasted what she had waited so long to experience.

For poor Pat, the experience was less like being in heaven but not totally being in hell; he was starting to understand that in the world of a whore, pleasure, for the most part, was a careful balance along a narrow tightrope. On the one hand, physically, he most certainly was not enjoying having his mother rearrange his insides with little to no consideration for his well-being. Hell, from the sounds she was making, a good part of her obvious enjoyment came from the fact that she was able to so easily dominate him and mould him to her... specifications. However, on the other hand, Pat couldn't deny that, mentally, he derived a great deal of pleasure from knowing that he was providing such delight for his mother. And the view certainly didn't hurt; difficult as it was with his mother controlling his head, he could still make out her heaving chest, large creamy breasts and pink nipples dotted with tantalising droplets of sweat, pushed up perfectly bracketed as they were by her arms.

Having hilted herself in her son's throat, Julie revelled in her victory, pausing to catch her breath. During this brief respite, the only noise in that dim room was the sounds of its two occupants' heaving breaths slowly synchronising. During the reprieve, Julie once more took the opportunity to remind her whore, something that, in her opinion, couldn't be done enough, of his new place in the world. 'Aww,' she cooed as she prodded his trapped, gushing cock with her foot. 'Someone's enjoying choking on their mommy's cock, aren't they?'

Pat, of course, couldn't offer much of a response other than a low-pitched whine at the sudden but brief stimulation. 'I fucking knew you'd enjoy it,' his mother continued, as she matched the slow circles of her high-heeled encased foot on his trapped cock with smooth gyrations against his obscenely stretched mouth, using handfuls of his hair like handlebars. 'Sure, you protested at first, just like they all do, but it didn't take much to have you leaking your pathetic whore squirt all over the fucking floor! And that's before I even get started ramming my cock up your boi-pussy! Fuck, I can't wait!'

Now that Julie had regained her self-control, no matter how tenuous such a grip might be, she really started to give it to Pat. Making sure his head wasn't going to be going anywhere she didn't want it to, she pulled him slowly off her cock, making sure to keep eye contact with him the entire long, long way until only the jaw-stretching head was left inside his mouth.

'Buckle in, cowboy,' she warned him, eyes manic. 'We're about to go for a little ride.' So saying, she sheathed herself in his clutching throat with speed before drawing herself out again slowly. Again and again, she repeated the same motions: out slowly and in quick. Before long, to them both, time had lost all meaning as they were consumed by the act of decadent debauchery they were revelling in. It was only Julie's voice, some indeterminate amount of time later, that broke the lurid soundtrack of Pat's choking and drooling.

'Stupid whore,' she cackled. ''That's not where you should be touching yourself if you want release! Go on, finger that boi-pussy for mommy!'

After a short bout of hesitation, Pat did as ordered, knowing that this, the willful, deliberate abandonment of his penis, as the medium for his pleasure for his newly christened boi-cunt, was the final nail in the coffin of his masculinity. Gingerly prodding his plugged and stuffed entrance, Pat knew no matter what happened going forward from here, he was a whore for life.

Seeing her son surrender his masculinity on the altar of her femininity was the final straw for Julie. With a roar and a rough tug, she once more buried her cock deep before erupting down his throat. One. Two. Three. Four. After the fourth burst of her thick, creamy cum into her son's stomach, she lost count, her mind blank with the bliss of red-hot pleasure.

Finally, after the Goddess knows how long she was done. 'Fuck,' she giggled. 'I bet I nearly fucking drowned you, eh, Pat? Pat?' Unsurprisingly, with more than a foot of thick cock shoved all the way down his throat, Pat wasn't in any position to respond. Seeing as much, Julie withdrew her cock, the wet squelches accompanying it very nearly making her erect again.

Totally withdrawing from her cross-eyed son, her cock fell with a heavy thud onto the chair below. Even now, after conquering new territory and planting its spunky standard, the pale python wasn't yet satisfied as it softly bobbed at half-mast. 'Pat?' Julie tried again, now becoming concerned she had gone too far, blinded by lust and triumph as she had been.

Letting go of her son's hair to check him, Pat quickly flopped onto the floor. Immediately, three things became very apparent to Julie. First, now with her cock no longer distorting his features, Pat was wearing the most contented smile she had ever seen on another's face. Second, the largest pool yet of her son's pathetic ejaculate surrounded his quivering form. Third, her son, once so trim, now looked like he was entering his third trimester; so big was his belly he looked like he could have been carrying triplets!

Seeing Pat's silence was one of pleasure and not pain, his mother fell back onto the chair with a laugh. 'I said it, didn't I? You fucking loved it you cum drunk whore!'

———x———

Lungs working like great bellows now that he had regained the ability to breathe, Pat lay on the cold stone floor, struggling to accept his new reality. Hell, it wouldn't be inaccurate to posit that Pat was experiencing more difficulty accepting what had just transpired had really, actually happened than he did taking his mother's mammoth cock deep in his throat. This whole thing, Pat thought, was so fucking surreal.

During Pat's existential ponderings, Julie wasn't idle. On the contrary, she had moved from her seat (without her, it transformed from something throne-like to a mundane chair) to look out over the brazier-lit grounds surrounding the beautiful building. Initially, at least to Pat's cum drunk mind, it seemed as if Julie had moved to look at something outside. However, it quickly became apparent that Julie was less interested in the botanical beauty than her reflection.

Using the window as a poor substitute for a mirror, she put her hands on her hips and swung her cock from side to side, said motion resulting in loud, meaty thuds as it hit her thick, womanly thighs. 'Fuck,' she moaned, tossing her head back, her hair long enough to partially obscure her fat ass, leaving only tantalizing glimpses available for Pat's perusal. 'That's the same sound we'll make as I break-in your boi-pussy.'

For Pat's slowly recovering mind, the sight presented by his mother was divine; he couldn't take his eyes off her.

'Just imagine, Pat,' she continued, shifting her hands so they slowly milked the remnants of her gargantuan orgasm onto the floor between her widely spread legs. 'If you thought sucking my cock was pleasure, then you're in for a whole new world pretty soon. Goddess, I bet you'll love it so much I'll spend more time balls deep in your tight little cunt than I will outside of it.'

Seeing that her son had, for the most part, returned from slut space, she beckoned him towards her, using her meat pole as a fill-in pointer stick to let him know where she wanted him. 'Come here, my sweet, little slut. Get over here, and suck mommy's bitch breaker, my soon-to-be cocksheathe,' she encouraged, voice almost infantile.

For Pat, to say the journey towards his mother was difficult would be an understatement. On the contrary, due to his new gravid belly, crawling did indeed become rather precarious; with each movement, he could feel his mother's copious cum deposit inside him slosh from side to side, threatening to overturn him.

Seeing her son gingerly crawl towards her, desperately trying not to keel over, was a sight of much hilarity to Julie. Laughing, she quickly finished draining her meat cannon, painting an 'x' on the floor with her thick cum. Pointing down at her spunk drawing, Julie made clear that is where she wanted her son to end his journey. 'This is where I want you, Pat,' she ordered, tone steely. 'Just like in those old films you watch, I want you right where 'x' marks the spot.' However, after only a few seconds, Julie approached her son, already bored of being a spectator.

'Come on,' she encouraged him as she stood towering over him to his side. 'You can do it!' Not content with merely offering verbal encouragement, she bent over and spanked his jiggling ass. And so their journey went; Julie nearly constantly spanking her son's rapidly reddening backside, continuing with a constant stream of filthy encouragement while Pat slowly crawled towards the objective his mother had marked.

'That's mommy's special slut.' SLAP! 'The faster you go, the quicker I'll be able to rearrange your rectum.' SLAP! 'I can't wait to breed this tight cunt.' SLAP! 'I'm going to go so far into this little ass I'll conquer your fucking colon.' SLAP! 'I'm going to fuck parts of you, you didn't even know fucking existed!' SLAP!

However, despite his mother's passionate attempts at motivation, Pat, mind and body weary from that which he had endured so far, was unable to fulfil the duty demanded of him by his mother's dick. Before he reached the end of his journey, he collapsed forward onto his arms and face, ass sticking up in the air.

Seeing Pat couldn't meet her expectations, Julie's disappointment with her son was immeasurable. Determined to set him in motion again, Julie gave one last valiant attempt at encouraging him to complete his journey operating under his own steam. This encouragement, a method he would normally revile and abhor, pushed all the pleasure buttons of his brain, leaving him feeling a delightful tingling sensation spreading out from his burning boi-cunt. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Letting loose, Julie didn't hold back as she wailed on her son's backside, making sure that nearly its entire surface was left glowing a rose red. By the time Julie had finished, not only was her son's fleshy backside left looking like he had the world's worst sunburn, but her hand was also smarting horribly. However, despite her exertions, her attempts at beating Pat into movement had failed.

On the contrary, looking between his legs, Julie could see to her fury (and, admittedly, also her delight at seeing again how sensitive he was) that her newly-revealed pain-slut slut had left another puddle of his weak, male jizz on the formerly pristine floor, it joining the thin, almost snail-like trail of his cum left behind by him as he moved from the site of his oral conquering.

'So you're not going to move, huh?' Julie asked, speaking more to herself than her spaced-out slut. 'Well, I guess, there's only one solution then.' Having settled on a new course of action to see her slut where she wanted him, she reached out to grip his plug before pulling the aforementioned device out with little to no mercy from her son's now gaping entrance. At the very least, that, Julie noted with grim satisfaction, got a response out of her son; for a terrible moment, she feared she had been losing her edge.

'FUUUCK!' Pat howled as he finally, gloriously came, the sudden abrupt stimulation to his swollen p-spot finally being enough to trigger his elusive orgasm. 'I'M CUMMING FROM MY ASS! I'M-,' before he could continue screaming his pleasure, Julie quickly covered his mouth with her hand. 'Fuck,' she muttered, suddenly fearful that they would be interrupted by one of her sisters who might have heard her son achieving his forbidden release. As Pat continued to roll his hips in the air as he spurted a weighty but watery load of cum onto the floor beneath him in thin strands, Julie's heartbeat felt like it was beating even quicker than it had during her orgasm.

'Shh,' she scolded harshly, eyes darting frantically to the entrance to the room. So desperate was she to silence her son's continual howling lest they were discovered, she, rather foolishly when viewed with hindsight, decided to undo that action that had started this whole noisy fiasco by replacing her slut's plug; with the same roughness Julie used to pull it out, she shoved it back in.

Predictably, at least to a mind that wasn't operating under the panicked haze of potential discovery, this did not result in Pat returning to silence. On the contrary, if Julie thought he had been loud and animated before, then that was nothing compared to her soon-to-be-cocksheathe's reaction to this new violation; as soon as the bulbous head of the butt plug breached Pat's twitching boi-pussy he started jerking around like a beached fish hooked up to an electrical outlet, shaking off his mother's smothering hand and letting out a long, loud unintelligible wail.

Seeing her plan had spectacularly backfired, she employed the same strategy she had so many times before when Julie wanted to shut a slut up; quickly rolling her son onto his back and holding him there with one strong arm, she titled his head back with her free hand, opening up his throat before, without any ceremony, bulldozing balls deep into his mouth. Immediately, Pat started to calm down now that he had something else to focus on other than the white-hot pleasure that had left him numb to the world. Both the mother and son duo let out simultaneous moans of pleasure and contentment as Pat started to nuzzle the heavy, hairless ball sack responsible for turning his world into one of darkness and heat.

Now that Pat had appeared to have calmed down and was no longer giving his best impression of a banshee, Julie once again attempted to get him where she wanted him. While rubbing soothing circles on his pregnant-esque bulging belly, she withdrew her mammoth womanhood from his milking throat, ignoring in the process his moan of disappointment. Once free from the clutching confines of her sheathe's face-pussy, she gently rearranged him so that he was once more on his elbows and knees facing her cummy 'x'. 'That's right, little one. Let mommy move you,' she near whispered, wary as she was of possible detection from having let, no matter how unintentional, her slut cum before the sacred ritual.

'We'll try this again, only much more slowly.' So saying, Julie gently coaxed his butt plug out of its tight prison once more, marvelling as she did so at how even such comparatively little stimulation had her slut quivering. Little by little, Julie eased it out until only the tip was left in; seeing his tight little ring cling so fiercely to its intruder had Julie licking her lips with wanton lust. 'Mommy's going to pull it all out now, darling, so do your best not to make any noise, alright?' Pat, mortified at having cum with such ease from his ass, nodded his head with determination, firmly resolved to do his mother proud.

Julie, so captivated by the sight in front of her, was oblivious to Pat's confirmation. 'Here we go,' she whispered lovingly, watching with wonder as the plug spread him apart, his ring gripping the plug forcefully until, with a loud 'pop,' the plug came free. Watching his gaping and twitched ring, Julie wondered if she was dreaming as she saw it quickly puckered back to its original tight state. 'Oh, my...,' she whispered, voice coloured with awe at how utterly tight her son's passage must be. Maybe, she thought with growing concern, I might be too big for him.

Doing her best to banish such thoughts, Julie returned her attention to her son. 'Now, my little cock puppet, are you going to crawl to where I what you or not?'

At this point, his body still recovering from pleasure and the recent domination of his throat, Pat was even less capable of fulfilling his mother's orders than before. However, before he got a chance to respond to his mother's rhetorical question, she took the matter into her own hands, or, in this case, hand.

Before her son could disappoint her any further, Julie seized the initiative. Using the middle two fingers from her right hand, she swiftly inserted them into his pussy, before curling them into a hook and using her hold on his ring and internal walls to lift his bottom half nearly off the ground. Left on only his hands and the tips of his toes, Pat, desperate to escape the painful pinch of his mother's hand on his boi-cunt, awkwardly scuttled forward until Julie let him go, leaving him to fall headfirst onto her crude spunk 'x'.

'There we are,' she said, so matter-of-factly, as if she hadn't just nearly yanked him across a room by his ass-pussy.

Now that she had him where she wanted him, Julie could finally do what she had wanted to (other than making him suck her glorious cock, of course) do since entering the room. 'Come here, slut,' she beckoned as she hauled her son into her arms, returning him to the same position as before, his back resting against her fabulous tits, her meat monster trapped between them.

Pressing him up against the cold panes of the window, with her massive hole wrecker pushing against his back, they both looked out onto the grounds. Despite their preoccupation with how close their sexes were, they didn't fail to notice the bizarre sight opposite them. From their elevated position, they both spotted what seemed to be one of the young sons attempting to escape through the gardens while being chased by his mother; it quickly became apparent, however spirited though his attempt might be, it was doomed to failure as his pursuing mother rapidly closed the gap.

In short order, the adolescent was bowled over by his mother and pinned to the ground beneath her on his hands and knees; by some strange quirk of fate, during their brief and completely one-sided tussle, the soon-to-be-incesteous pair ended up facing Pat and Julie. Suspecting what they were about to witness, Julie nipped her son's ear before seductively purring to him. 'Watch, my sweet slut. Don't look away. You're about to get a sneak peek of what you and I will be sharing very soon.' Heeding his mother's advice, Pat watched and waited, curious to finally see the coupling of a mother and son, between whom the roles of the penetrator and penetratee were about to be significantly reversed.

'Oh, she's going to be in so much trouble,' Julie sang softly, laughing, before murmuring with longing. 'There's always one seed son who tries to escape. It never works though...,' she informed him with humour. 'Lucky bitch, it looks like she's going to get some boi-cunt early!'

In the garden, poorly hidden by the surrounding low-level vegetation, the mother, distinguishable from her other sisters by her prodigiously fat cock, clearly had only one thing on her mind as she spat several times on her hands before using her saliva and natural lubricant to coat and cover her pulsing erection. However, even as consumed as she was by lust to so flagrantly attempt to break the rules by performing an unsanctioned and unwitnessed boi-breaking, she still had the awareness to check her surroundings for potential voyeurs. Hence, when she spotted Julie and Pat, her panic was not in any way feigned. Thankfully for the eager spectators, such disquiet didn't last long as Julie, shifting her body to take more of Pat's weight, raised a finger to her smiling lips, making a 'shooshing' gesture before giving her a thumbs up.

Seeing that she was in no danger of discovery or being reported, the mother returned to her goal: prying open her son's virgin ass-pussy, moulding him to the shape of her cock and making him cum so much he would never want her to remove her cock from his boi-cunt. And, now that her cock was lubed-up, she was nearly good to go. All that was left was to repay the kindness of her sisterhood sister with the present of an improved view; scooping her son up with ease, she held him in the same position as Pat was currently in, her son bent near in half, his back against her front and his feet dangling in front of him.

So positioned, she, using the almost comical size difference between her and her son, shimmied him up her torso until his entrance, absent of its plug, was hovering over the head of her mammoth mommy meat. Then, in a herculean display of control, she paused, letting her fat mushroom tip gently kiss her son's boi-pussy. All four, watchers and those participating, held their breaths, waiting for that moment of glorious slut-creating penetration. For Pat, this seeming hesitation made no sense. Why had things stopped? Has she changed her mind?

Thankfully, his mother, as she had so often in the past, even before he was her slut, cleared things up for him. 'She's waiting for his ring to give out,' she quietly informed him, voice low, like any other volume would be blasphemous while watching such an intimate act.

Before he could ask for clarification, Julie, discerning his lack of total understanding, continued her explanation. 'When woman such as us penetrate a slut, we, even with the aid of the potion, do not ram ourselves into your most sacred of places. To do so would result only in tremendous pain for our slut, which is something we do not desire as we want you to love being fucked in your ass-pussy! Think, we could hardly convince you to relinquish your ideas of your cocks if we didn't make you experience slut-gasm after slut-gasm. So, to ensure we don't inflict permanent damage on your entrance, we wait for your muscles to give in; they always do, no matter how strong. Keep watching, and you'll see.'

Pat watched. Pat saw. And Pat's world changed.

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By the end of his mother's whispered information dump, Julie and Pat could both see that the ass-pussy muscles of the mother's youthful son had indeed started to slowly give out, as he started to gradually, slower than spilt treacle, spread around the flared dome of his mother's bitch breaker. As soon as the slow penetration started, the legs of the trapped youth shot straight out, toes curling tightly while his hands reached for where he and his mother joined together, wrapping around her turgid shaft. Idly, Pat wondered, now that the son had experienced a taste of his mother's plundering invader, was the son's action of grabbing his mother's veiny womanhood an attempt at stopping or encouraging her to go deeper?

Regardless of the male's intentions, the mother did not stop her pillaging of his pussy. Using the aid of gravity and her considerable strength, she forced her son down while pushing her fleshy spear up and into him. After what could only have been a mere three or so inches of her throbbing shaft being hungrily swallowed by the slut's pussy pipe, the suspended slut popped off. Literally. Throwing his head backwards onto his mother's shoulder, the slut surrendered himself to his pussy's pleasure as his dangling cock spat long, thin ropes of cum underneath him; as his slutgasm tapered off, those little dribbles of cum squeezed out of him by his mother's encroaching shaft trickled down his swelling balls to the site of his defilement, adding further lubrication to aid his mother's invasion.

Although left silent due to distance and the intervening glass window, Pat could see the mother's mouth continuously moving. Obviously, he mused, the mothers shared more than just the strange addition of having a dick; so far, if he was correct in assuming the triumphant mother was pouring verbal lurid filth into her slut's ear, being obsessed by dirty talk seemed to be a common theme between the marauding matriarchs.

In what seemed like no time at all, she had already, somehow, buried nearly half her thick length into him. And it was there, as she neared that halfway point, where things, impossibly, became even more perversely erotic. It was Julie who alerted him to what was occurring, as Pat's focus had, for the most part, alternated between the hypnotising sight of the mother's fat phallus's journey and the crazed expressions adorning the son's face.

'Look at his belly, baby,' she whispered to him, dragging his attention away from the sight of sexily sinful sodomy to the quivering youth's lower abdomen. He stared, watching for whatever his mother thought was worth his focus. Initially, Pat was confused about why his mother wanted him to look at something so mundane when there were so many more exciting things to watch happening just below. However, that confusion didn't last for long.

'She's entering in his colon',' his mother remarked, tone blasè, as if she were merely discussing the weather and not the destruction of the slut's bulging ass-pussy, as they watched the skin just above the base of his dick grew taught, revealing the outline of the mother's burrowing shaft. 'For most of our blessed sisterhood, myself included, that's the most enjoyable part of breaking in a slut: touching places that no man ever expected to be touched and then continuing on, moulding them, transforming them from son to slut, completely.'

As they watched, the bulge grew until it stopped just under the youth's ribs. Eyes darting down, Pat goggled at how much was yet to go; with a shameful wince, timed perfectly with a thin strand of cum dripping from his caged cock, he, once again, bore witness to how insignificant he was to women like his mother as that part of the incestuous invader still visible, despite being so deep in her son's bowels, was still of greater size than his pathetic dicklet. To think he once thought of his former penis as a weapon of domination. Seeing this sight of anal annihilation, he knew he had been, at best, delusional.

'Here comes the colon bend,' his mother commented, continuing her impromptu anatomy lesson. Outside, the mother, having met the temporary obstacle of the bend in her son's colon, set about overcoming it.

'Keep watching,' Julie encouraged before she continued her perverted narration. 'This next part takes some real skill. See, she's going to trick him, letting him believe she's in as far as she's going to get. Then, when he least expects it, she'll push forward.'

'She's going to try and get the rest into him? How? She's already at his ribs!' At this point, Pat was seriously wondering if he was about to witness a murder.

'Dick finds a way,' Julie responded, butchering a quote from one of the greatest films ever made.

In the gardens, the mother started the next phase of breaking in her bitch-boi. Slowly but steadily, she lifted and lowered her slut no more than a couple of inches, angling her hips to make sure her shaft scraped his p-spot with each movement. In response to this targeted and deliberate stimulation, the slut in her arms went limp with pleasure, his head rolling forward, the only sign of life being the constant leaking of thin, runny beads of cum dribbling from his purpling clit. Half a hundred times, the mother must have lifted and lowered him before she suddenly turned to the side (Pat couldn't help but be grateful at her continued consideration of them as voyeurs, despite her being mid-coitus, as her new position preserved their ability to see everything occurring), bent at the waist, adopting a standing full-nelson position, and thundering her hips forward.

For the briefest moment, her fleshy spear seemed to meet firm resistance before, with little fanfare, she forcefully hilted herself, her large cum filled balls slamming with bruising force into the far smaller testes of her slut son. At his point, although the impaled youth's belly had never been more distended as it struggled to contain his mother's gargantuan girl girth, the bulbous, flared head of the invading appendage was no longer visible to Pat's hawk-like eyes.

'How?' Pat gasped as he witnessed the seemingly impossible occur before his eyes. 'How did she make it fit? Where did it go?! Where's her cockhead gone?!'

'Someplace special,' Julie chuffed with poorly concealed amusement. 'Anyway,' she continued, smiling as she nipped at the nape of his neck. 'That slutty little slut seems to be enjoying it, doesn't he? So, who cares where it went?'

Pat couldn't deny such a contention as he and his mother looked upon the copulating couple. It was obvious. The face of the mother's son was screwed up in a rictus of pleasure, silently howling out his pleasure as his dangling cock made its best attempts at creating a small pond around his mother's high-heeled encased feet.

Suddenly, as if hit by Zues' mighty lightning bolt, Pat came to the sudden and terrifying realisation that all it had taken for the slut to cum more powerfully than Pat had likely ever cum in his life was her just. Fucking. Getting. Into. Her. Son's. Ass. What the hell would it be like for the poor slut, and later him, when their mothers really started fucking them? Would he die from pleasure? Pat dazedly wondered. Would he even be the same fucking person after experiencing something like that, or would his mind end up mush, just as moulded by her cock as his insides would inevitably be?

Pat didn't get much more time to ponder his possible fate as the mother, apparently satisfied with her time spent savouring being balls deep in her son and the milking from his pulsating ass she had no doubt experienced as his somehow yet-to-be emptied balls splattered the ground beneath them, started to withdraw her shiny cock.

Pat's expectations of how sex should work were shattered as he watched the mother withdraw from her son's clutching insides. For Pat, no doubt a byproduct from his copious porn viewing, he had, when imagining how he would fuck girls, always pictured hammering straight in and out of them: from zero to one hundred instantly. Suffice it to say, the far more experienced mother went about things differently. At first, she slowly pulled out nought but an inch before slowly pushing back in. In her proceeding withdrawal, she added an inch to how much girlcock she pulled from his guts before sheathing herself in his massaging heat. Again and again, inch by inch, she repeated the process, slowly withdrawing each time, forcing him to feel every millimetre as she pulled more and more of her dick out of her each time.

By the time she had only her fat cockhead left in him, a long trail of drool had joined those pathetic emissions from between his legs in connecting him to the ground. Having pulled as much of her goliath girlcock out of him as she could without leaving him bereft of her gift, she quickly plunged back into him, pressing herself in as deeply as she could before withdrawing from him totally, her cock flopping out of him.

Despite what Pat initially thought was a mistake, her excitement causing her to overestimate just how much dick she had to pull out of him, he quickly saw her action had been entirely intentional as she rapidly plunged back and forth, half a dozen times, lubing up her cock with his continuous spend before ramming herself home, going balls deep in one quick stroke.

Again, when she withdrew herself, she didn't rush. Taking her time, she played her game of inches, angling her hips this way and that until, once more, only her head remained within him. Here, she paused, shifting her feet and widening her stance while adjusting her grip on her pliant Pat pussy, until she had positioned herself in a braced position, ready to rumble.

'And here... we... go!' Julie whispered just before the mother threw her hips forward, rolling into motion, hips a blur, stopping for nothing, even as her slut's hands scrambled about in crazed desperation, clutching at the air in pure pleasure. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

'Oh, my god,' Pat whimpered as he watched the son flop around in his mother's arms, boneless with pleasure. To call what was occurring in front of them boning or sex or even hooking up wouldn't do the sheer intensity of the act justice. No, what they were witnessing was more than a simple fucking, it was a rutting. Indeed, for every second that passed, the mother lost more and more of the iron control necessary not to have initiated her son long ago as her movements became more bestial, losing that elegant motion for one of pure savagery.

'Goddess,' Julie sternly corrected, as if Pat didn't have more important things on his mind as he watched the simultaneous destruction of the slut's ass and mind at the hand of a cock not even close to his mother's in size. I'm fucked, he thought with a demented giggle, seeing how a cock considerably smaller than the one nudging him between his shoulder blades did its best to dick a slut dry.

Despite being deep enough in her slut-slave to itch his tonsils, the mother clearly didn't feel she was deep enough. Without pause, the mother dropped to her knees, positioning her slut so his head and upper back were on the ground and his hips were in the air above his face with his caged, leaking cock dangling over his slack-jawed face; from this new position, each hilting stroke of her pussy-pounder made his belly swell even more than before. Dementedly, Pat couldn't help but compare the sight to the digitally sped-up process of pregnancy he had seen in biology class; each inch of that great cock, as it slid deeper, seemed to add a month to the youth's stretched belly, leaving him looking as if he had been pregnant for nearly a year and a half.

It looks like he's pregnant with a fucking elephant! Pat thought with a mad giggle.

And, if all that somehow wasn't hot enough, the sight of the measly male cock being knocked back and forth between belly and bitch-breaker, its juices, impossibly still flowing strong, falling onto his fuck-drunk face, had Pat drooling from both his mouth and meagre member.

'Whew,' Julie whistled from behind Pat. 'See how she kept fucking him even as they moved?' She asked with admiration. 'Now, that? That's difficult. Take it from someone with a dick.'

Before Julie could continue her thoughtless (was it?) humiliation of her son, the mother outside froze the frenzied fucking of her pliant puppet, looking nothing so much like a rabbit caught in headlights. For a moment, Pat nor Julie understood why the mother had stopped the firm, frantic pace of her plunging hips. However, the cause behind her sudden cessation of motion became apparent when two robed priestesses hurtled out of the darkness towards the rutting pair, body language screaming disapproval and danger. The mother, the only one of the two not fuck-drunk, was aware of the harsh fate awaiting them (especially her as the Woman of their relationship) if caught. With such a potentially bleak future of punishment as motivation, the mother withdrew fully from her son, her shaft flopping out, weighty and wet, before throwing her son over her shoulder and sprinting off into the darkness away from her pursuers.

For Pat, during those last moments of the mother and son's desperate escape, what captured his attention the most wasn't the cunt clenching sight of so many bobbing women's dicks, or even, as they once would have, the sight of bouncing titties. No, what young Pat couldn't tear his eyes away from was, even at such significant distance, the ruined hole of the near-comatose slut slung over his mother's shoulder; the hole, once nearly as tight as his own, was red, inflamed, loose and leaking a river of thick cum. I want that, Pat realised. I fucking NEED that! I want my mom to ruin my fucking boi-pussy so bad I'll never even THINK of touching my pathetic male cock AGAIN!

For a moment, both Pat and Julie were silent, digesting the sheer absurdity of those last final moments of such a sexy scene. However, the silence didn't last long as Julie, more resilient from having witnessed and participated in such bizarre experiences before, turned Pat to face her in her arms, his legs supported in the crooks of her elbows.

'After having watched all that, maybe the tip wouldn't hurt,' she murmured, less a question and more a statement, her voice low and thick with desire. So saying, she moved her gargantuan cock from where it lay on Pat's stomach, nearly poking him on the chin, to his quivering entrance, kissing it with her blunt, bulbous head before slowly starting to apply pressure.

Thankfully? Annoyingly?

Thankfully or annoyingly (Pat couldn't decide which after witnessing what he just had), they were interrupted before his mother could follow in the high-heels of her less disciplined sister from outside and bury her cock in him.

'Alright, folks, sorry for the delay. We had a bit of an issue there...'

The priestess, who had opened the door and peered in, trailed off when she saw the positioning of Pat and Julie. For a moment, nobody moved. Then, looking behind herself as she entered, the scantily clad bedicked holy woman daintily slid into the room, closing the door softly behind her.

'Well, well,' she purred, prowling towards them, her slowly hardening cock leading the way. 'What do we have here?

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