THE EVIL WITHIN THE EVIL TURNS
I realize that this will be considered a cop-out and a concession on the part of some of the readers.others will probably hate it just as much as the first edition.and still others may like it. A great deal of it is the same as the original ending, but there is a new twist at the ending! While the ending is just as cruel for Brent, at least it’s a better ending for Emma and Drake.snicker-snicker!
“But what?” he asked, as fear clutched at his throat, threatening to choke him.
“The baby, the baby has a, a deformity,” she finally sobbed.
“Oh, no,” he cried, “will he live?”
“Yes, but, oh, it, it was so embarrassing,” she sniffed.
“What?” he asked, looking over at the baby. “I don’t see anything.”
Choking back her tears, she slowly reached down to the tiny infant and gently loosened the blanket covering it.
Then, as Brent fearfully watched, she slowly peeled the cover back.
“Oh, Lord,” Brent gasped, “how?”
“I don’t know,” she said, “unless it’s our punishment.”
The tiny infant, oblivious to the attention, lay sleeping. Brent stared down at its groin in disbelief. The baby had a huge penis for an infant so small. The thing had to be at least three inches long and as big around as a banana. “It’s huge,” he whispered.
“I know,” she whined. “I was so embarrassed when the doctor held him up, I could have died.”
“I don’t understand,” he muttered as his mother tucked the covers back around the baby, hiding his reprehensible deformity from the world.
“I don’t know what to do,” she mumbled.
“Is there some kind of operation that can fix it?” he asked.
“I don’t think so,” she groaned, “but I’ll ask the doctor.”
“This is so humiliating.”
Just then the nurse stuck her head back in the door.
“Time to go, young man,” she told him.
“Uh, okay, uh, I’ll be back tomorrow, Mom,” he said, leaning down and giving her a dutiful kiss on the cheek.
His mind was in a whirl as he reeled out of the room. It was dark outside, but he decided to walk the two miles back to the apartment. He needed to think and clear his head.
How could such a thing happen? It was unbelievable. How could a baby have a cock as big as a man’s? He had never heard of such a thing. Was this god’s retribution for their incestuous fornicating? Well, at least he was healthy, in all other respects. It could have been some life-threatening defect.
His mother and brother and son stayed in the hospital for three days. He visited them every day, but the subject of the enlarged appendage didn’t come up again until they got back to the apartment.
After supper, the day they had come home, he and his mother were sitting on the couch sharing a bottle of wine. The baby was asleep in the little crib in their bedroom.
“Did you ever get to talk to the doctor about, uh, you know.”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“He said that Drake’s penis was normal in every way, except size.”
“So there is no operation to make it normal?”
“No.”
They both sat in silence for several moments.
“The doctor said that it was fifty-fifty chance that Drake’s penis wouldn’t get much larger. Or it might just keep growing in relation to his size. Or it may just become enormous. He didn’t know.”
“Well, I guess that we will just have to wait and see how our little boy grows up,” he said, with a weak smile on his face.
“Yes, I’m afraid so.”
“But enough about Drake’s,” she smiled at him, reaching over and rubbing him through his pants, “how is yours?”
“Lonely,” he grinned, perking up noticeably, “but willing to wait as long as you need.”
“Well,” she said softly, tickling his hardening cock through his pants with her long, pink nails, “maybe we could do something for him.”
Setting her glass down, she slowly unzipped his pants. Reaching inside, she dug around until she was finally able to drag his thick, hard manhood out through the opening in his pants.
“Oh, he’s so lovely,” she cooed, “and so, so normal.”
Lovingly, she slowly ran her hand up and down his aching cock. It had been four whole days. Probably not long for some men, but when you were used to having it two or three times a day, four days was an eternity.
“Let’s go into your bedroom,” she said, getting up, picking up her glass and the bottle of wine.
“Mine?”
“Yes, yours,” she said brusquely, “Drake is in the other room. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah,” he replied foolishly, realizing that his hots had clouded his memory, making him forget about his son and brother.
“We wouldn’t want to teach him any bad habits, would we?” she laughed sarcastically.
“Uh, no,” he retorted, feeling the first little flicker of jealousy toward his son and brother.
“I hope that you won’t find me disgusting,” she said over her shoulder as he followed her into his room.
Stopping at the door, he watched her set the wine down on his nightstand. His bed had become sort of a catchall for everything since he had moved into her bedroom. Bending over, she swept everything off the bed with one sweep of her arm.
“That’s better,” she laughed mockingly.
Then, she leisurely untied her robe. Still facing away from him, she let the shimmering satin gown slowly rustle to the floor.
From behind, she still looked the same. The same, long, flowing lines. The beautiful curve of her hips. The same round perfection of her arrogant derriere. The same long, statuesque legs.
Slowly, she turned around to face him. Staring at him with her glacial blue eyes burning into his soul, she looked for any hint of disgust or repugnance.
Her breasts still jutted out full and proud, larger and now carrying their load of mother’s milk. Her belly was deflated. The round fullness was gone. All that remained of her pregnancy was a small fold of flesh with obvious stretch marks. She still hadn’t fully shrunk back to normalcy. Her pussy was once again bald. Well, almost bald. There was only stubble of what had been a lush forest of soft, fine pubic hair.
“Well?” he heard her ask.
“Your even more beautiful than before,” he murmured in deja vue bliss.
“You really think so?”
“I do,” he grinned, “really, I do.”
“You don’t think I am repulsive?”
“How could you even say such a thing?” he mumbled, slowly crossing the room to where she stood. “You’re still the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“You always know just the right thing to say,” she gurgled, pulling him to her and kissing him with a deep, searching kiss.
Tasting her, he returned her kiss. This time, he no longer had to lean forward because of her protruding belly. Breaking their kiss, he gradually sank to his knees in front of her. Wrapping his arms around her smooth, muscular thighs, he gently cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hands and pulled her to him. Like a butterfly searching for nectar, his lips flitted over her shrunken belly, gently kissing and licking the soft skin. Round and round over her emaciated abdomen he went, licking and kissing. Finally, he paused at her belly button, now receded and depressed. Probing it with his tongue, he once again paid it special homage.
As he paid reverence to her flattened abdomen, she lovingly ran her long, slender fingers through his hair. Then, he gently pushed at her, trying to push her down onto her back.
“No,” she whispered softly, pulling him to his feet, “not yet, please.”
“Lay down and I’ll be right back,” she told him, giving him another soft, lingering kiss on the lips.
“You must like the way I look,” she quietly laughed as she saw his manhood was already standing at the ready.
“You’re still beautiful, Mom,” he gushed, crawling up on the bed. “As beautiful as ever.”
“You silly little boy,” she bubbled, turning and plodding out of the room.
Where was she going, he wondered. Absent-mindedly, he slowly began to stroke the thick, hard column of meat jutting out of the base of his belly.
“Oh, don’t use it all up,” his mother scolded him, peeking her head back around the doorframe, “I’m going to feed Drake and then, I’ll be back to fix your problem.”
“Jeesh,” he grunted, humiliated that she had caught him beating his meat.
Then as she disappeared again, he had a jolting revelation. He would have to share his mother with his brother/son for the rest of his life. She was no longer his and his alone.
A bitter melancholy settled down over him as a tear slowly trickled down his cheek. Letting go of his cock, he let it flop back down to his belly.
The tears continued to flow, wetting the pillow as he wept in silence.
“What, what happened?” his mother asked as she sat down on the bed beside him. “Why are you crying?”
“Oh, nothing,” he lied, sniffing and trying to stop the trickle of tears flowing down his cheeks.
“What?” she asked insistently, running her fingers through his hair.
“Nothing.Mom,” he snorted, sucking back the tears, “really, it’s nothing.”
“You’re not jealous of Drake, are you?”
“Oh.I don’t know.maybe just a little.but I’ll get over it.”
“You’ll have to, I’m afraid.”
“I will.”
“Good, now lay back and close your eyes.”
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
“Okay. You don’t have to get bossy.”
“Well, I’m still your mother. I have a right to be bossy.”
“Okay. Okay. You win.”
Leaning back, he closed his eyes. Then he felt his mother’s soft, warm hands on his penis. She began to gently massage and knead the swollen hardness of his cock, coating it with some kind of warm, scented oil. Her fingers continued to delicately spread the oil over his throbbing cock until it was entirely covered with the slippery lotion. Then she stopped.
“Don’t open them yet,” he heard her say as he started to open his eyes.
Wondering what she was doing, he lay there enjoying the delicate fragrance of the oil. Then he felt the bed shudder and creak in protest as his mother crawled onto it.
“Okay, you can open them now.”
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
His mother lay on her back with her beautiful round butt poised on the edge of the bed. Her upper torso was on the bed, but her legs, bent at the knees were off the bed. She looked kind of strange lying there half on and half off the bed with her dainty feet resting on the floor.
“What are you doing?” he asked quizzically.
“Come around and get between my legs,” she directed him.
“But, I thought you said it would be several weeks.”
“Just do like I tell you. Please.”
“Okay, whatever you say.”
Rolling off the bed, he clumped around the bed until he was standing at her feet.
“You look kind of funny, lying there like that,” he laughed.
“Look, I’m doing this for you, so quit making fun of me.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled shuffling up between her long, lovely legs.
He stopped when his jutting cock rested on her prickly little mons. The hair still hadn’t grown back and the short, shaven bristles pricked the sensitive skin of his cock. Standing and looking down at her, he watched her lift one long leg up into the air and curl it back until her thigh was resting on her chest, flattening her breast. Then, she lifted the other leg, curling it back until it rested beside her other leg. Smiling up at him, she wrapped her arms around her thighs and hugged them to her chest. As she did, her pelvis tilted upward and her beautiful butt lifted off the bed. Now, his cock was lying on top of her empty pussy. He could feel its soft flesh, warm and satiny pressed against the bottom of his hard cock.
“Okay, now back up just a little and put it in.”
“But, you said that we couldn’t do it for.”
“The other place,” she whispered, interrupting him.
A searing jolt of excitement tore through his brain when he comprehended what she meant. She wanted him to put his cock in her asshole. She had never even hinted at such a thing before. He had wondered what it would be like, but he had never had the courage to ask her. Now she was openly inviting him to fuck her in the ass.
“Just, please be gentle.Okay?”
“Mom, we don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. I want to do it for you.”
“But.”
“Please, don’t argue with me. Just do it before I change my mind.”
“But, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It will only hurt for a while.”
“But, Mom.”
“Do it, Brent Martin,” she ordered him, wriggling her butt. “Put that thing in me, now.”
Seeing that she was adamant, he slowly eased his hips back until his cock slithered down between the cheeks of her beautiful ass. Reaching down, he hooked his thumbs down into the soft, pliant flesh of her ass cheeks. Slowly, he gently spread the cheeks apart to reveal the delicate button of her asshole. Staring down at the wrinkled circle of darkened flesh, he maneuvered the big, purple head of his cock down between the cheeks. He deliberately rubbed the slippery head of his cock up and down the crack of her ass. The skin between the round, full cheeks of her ass was warm and slick, coated with the same slippery salve she had rubbed on him. Finally, with his hips, he fitted the tapered head of his big cock on the furrowed circle of darkened flesh. Then, he slowly leaned into her, pushing his cock-head down into the tight, clenched opening. Ever-so-slowly it crept down into her, as he watched the tip of his cock disappear inside it. Continuing to push, he soon had half of the head of his barbed prick forced down into her asshole. Hearing his mother’s labored breathing, he looked up and saw the grimace on her face and stopped pushing.
“Mother.do you want me to stop,” he asked.
“Push it in,” she told him, grimacing in pain. “Push it in, now.”
Straining a little harder, he leaned into her and felt the head of his cock slither deeper into her. The muscles surrounding the fragile opening were strong and fought against his hooded invader.
“Push harder,” she winced, her beautiful face still twisted into a grimace.
Obeying her, he grunted and pushed harder. He could feel her anus slowly dilating as the slippery head of his dick forced it open.
Then, all once, she yelped in pain as the head of his cock popped into her widely stretched asshole. As it did, the muscles around her asshole snapped down around the shaft of his cock just below the bloated cock head. Even as she grimaced in pain, half of his penis slithered into her rectum before he could stop it.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped.
Looking down between her legs, Brent saw that all but two or three inches of his thick, hard cock was embedded inside her ass.
“All. Put it all the way in,” she said through gritted teeth.
The muscles encircling her asshole, defeated by the head of his penis were no match for the rest of his cock as he shoved it into her. It easily slid into the hot, clutching tightness of her slippery asshole. Just the wicked delight of fucking her in the ass sent chills up his spine as he held himself buried up to the hilt inside the grasping tightness of her ass.
“Fuck my ass,” she groaned.
Slowly, he withdrew his greased pole and then eased it back into her again. Then, sliding his hands under her thighs, he held on and began to pump his aching peter in and out of her hot, clinging asshole. He rocked his hips back and forth, sawing the thick roundness of his cock in and out of the strangling, tight clench of her asshole. As he fucked her, he saw the grimace on her face slowly fade. Her eyes closed, brow furrowed, she endured the assault on her asshole. Then, he saw her reach down to her pussy. She began to roughly rub her clit with her finger as her body softly undulated to the rhythm of his fucking. With the tightness of her asshole working on his pistoning cock, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stand too much more. His balls, slapping up against the rounded softness of her upturned ass, were about to explode. Puffing and panting, he fucked her ass harder and harder. Then unbelievably, he saw her arch her back and begin to shiver and shake. Her fists flailed down on the bed as she rocketed off into an orgasm.
God, she was having an orgasm while he was fucking her in the ass. He couldn’t believe it. It was too much. Then the muscles around her asshole locked down on him, threatening to strangle the life out of it.
He blew off inside her ass, sending a gusher of his burning cum out onto the delicate lining of her rectum.
“Aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee,” she shrieked as the scalding semen spurted out into her ass in great fiery gobs.
Again and again, his cock spasmed and spurted more and more of it into her ass. Brent felt like she was pulling him down into her ass as her ass muscles tightened tighter and tighter. She was going to cut his dick in two. He could feel the tight bands of muscle digging deeper and deeper into the muscles of his cock.
Then, just when he thought he couldn’t stand anymore, the muscles began to relax. Looser and looser, they became as his cock gradually stopped erupting inside her rectum. He felt himself growing soft inside her, his cock rapidly shrinking back to normalcy.
“Take it out, please,” his mother quietly implored.
Easing back, he carefully pulled his fallen warrior back down her anal canal. Then all at once, it popped out, followed by a stream of thick, pearl-colored cum.
“AAAAooooouuuuccchhhh,” she yipped as it popped out.
“I never,” was all he could say as he slumped to his knees between her legs.
Leaning forward, he gently kissed the soft, fleshy folds of her vagina.
She slowly scooted back onto the bed and he crawled up beside her. Snuggling up together, they slept until the wailing cry of their son woke them.
A week later, Ella returned to work at the bank. Brent once again assumed his old job of housekeeper and cook for the rest of the summer. Ella had been instrumental in establishing a nursery at the bank and now took full advantage of it. Drake spent his days there and his nights with Ella and Brent. They were as happy as a family could be as the rest of the summer slipped by. But too soon, it was gone and Brent had to return to college.
During the following years, Brent finished college and got a job with an oil company as a consulting engineer. As such, he made very good money and convinced his mother to quit her job and stay at home with Drake. Brent was gone most of the time, but when he did return home, the homecomings were ecstatic.
It was his mother’s forty-eighth birthday, and Brent was going to surprise her with a visit. And Drake had turned eighteen some six or seven months ago and Brent hadn’t had a chance to get back for his birthday. The visit was kind of like killing two birds with one stone for him.
Pulling up in front of the apartment, Brent reached down and turned off the ignition. Opening the door, he crawled out. Easing the door shut, he crept over to the door of the apartment. Slipping his key into the door, he silently pushed the door open.
The kitchen was empty.
Quietly closing the door behind him, he tiptoed across the kitchen.
Then he heard it. He would know that sound anywhere. He felt his stomach heave sickly. The sounds were coming from his old bedroom. But who, he feverishly thought as he reeled across the room. Now the sick, wet sound of two bodies slapping together was deafening. Even louder than the roar of the blood rushing through his head. A scorching wave of jealous rage washed over him, leaving him trembling with anger.
Then he was at the doorway. Fighting down the bile that was threatening to spew up into his mouth, he looked inside. At first, he couldn’t make any sense of it. Why in God’s name would his mother let someone else fuck her? How could she, after all he and she meant to each other? Had their love been so disposable? After all they had been through, and now this.
His brain numbed by anger and disgust, he just stood watching his mother being fucked by the teenager. From where he stood, neither of them could see him. The boy on top of her was facing away from him. She lay on her back with her legs spread while the boy pounded his huge cock into her furiously. Brent was paralyzed as he watched the boy’s tight, muscled ass rock back and forth wildly. It had to be some macabre nightmare, he thought as he watched the muscles in the boy’s ass clench and relax with every pounding stroke.
Then it came to him. He felt like someone had just kicked him in the balls. It was Drake that was driving his gigantic prick into his mother’s drooling cunt. Brent had never witnessed such fury as the boy savagely attacked her. Their fucking was so different than the way he and his mother made love, Brent stupidly thought. But there was no denying that Ella was enjoying it, as she clawed and clutched at her son, urging him to fuck her even harder. How could she do this to him? How could she let her own son fuck her like that? Her son? But didn’t I do the same thing, he sickly thought.
“Unh, Unh, Unh, Unh,” Drake grunted as he hammered his colossal prick into her.
Brent could hear his mother whimper each time the boy slammed his cock into her.
“More.Baby.more,” she implored him.
The disgusting sound of his cock slurping in and out of her was sickening to Brent. Then suddenly, Drake growled and drove his cock into her as deep as he could.
“Awwwwafuckkkkkkk!” he barked as his hips began to jerk and quiver.
Brent knew he was going to vomit, but he fought to hold it down.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the boy jerked his hips back, yanking his monstrous cock out of his mother’s violated cunt.
“That was so good, Baby,” she cooed.
Still unaware that Brent was standing in the doorway, Drake backed off the bed and stood up. Then he slowly plodded into the bathroom.
But, how, why, Brent’s mind feverishly wondered? Why had she let him do it to her? Drake had the body of a young man, but a prick the size of a fucking horse. Turning his head back to his mother, he saw that she hadn’t moved. Her widely-stretched pussy still gaped open obscenely as a stream of Drake’s semen trickled out of it.
Brent could taste the bile in his mouth as he watched the yawning pit slowly collapse back on itself, sending another gush of Drake’s venomous pus trickling down onto the bed.
Gagging, he turned and bolted out of the house. Leaning up against the hot, flaking plaster on the side of the apartment, he heaved his insides up. The spout of burning acid blistered his throat and mouth as it spewed out of his mouth onto the wall. Retching again and again, he vomited until there was nothing left to vomit. But even then, he continued to heave dryly.
At last his stomach quit trying to turn itself inside out.
Leaning against the wall, he wheezed, gasping for breath. He felt terrible. He and his mother had created some kind of fucking monster. And now it had turned on him. Taking her away from him.
Finally, he was able to straighten up. Looking around to see if anyone had witnessed his downfall, he saw an old, homeless man staring at him. He was shaking his head. The man’s hair was matted down with filth and he hadn’t shaved in ages. His clothes were filthy and had holes in them. His dirty shoes were so old, they probably didn’t even have soles in them. And this man was shaking his head at Brent in disgust. God, how could he have stooped this low?
Getting into his car, he drove around for three or four hours before stopping at a bar. Finally, after three drinks, he staggered out to his car and drove back to the apartment.
Stopping in front of the apartment, he saw the vile puddle of vomit where he had spilled his guts earlier. This was the first time he had dreaded seeing his mother since that day so long ago. The day that had sent them spiraling down the twisted path that led to this odious juncture.
If he had only known.
Taking a deep breath, he crawled out of the car. Unlocking the front door, he eased it open.
No, it couldn’t be happening again, he feverishly thought. Then the pounding slap of two bodies crashing together filled his ears once again. Sickened again, he crept over to the kitchen where the sick sounds were coming from.
Peeking inside, he saw his mother sitting sat on the table with her dress pulled up around her waist, as Drake pounded his cock into her with a vengeance. The boy had his arms hooked under her knees, lifting her legs to bare her pussy to his frantic attack. She had her arms carelessly thrown around the boy’s neck as she lovingly stared into his face. Brent could see the love pouring from her eyes, as the boy’s hips flew back and forth rapidly, sending his mammoth penis plowing in and out of her at a frenzied rate.
Brent just stood there watching Drake’s ass fly back and forth. Then Brent looked up and saw his mother staring directly at him. The look in her eyes sent a chill down his spine. She was staring at him with a look of indifference. It was as if she didn’t even know him. Why? What had he done to deserve this?
Then, just as the realization came to him, Drake slammed his cock into her all the way to the hilt.
“Yes.yes.in Mommy.in Mommy,” she blathered, turning her attention back to her other son.
“FUUUUUUKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” he bellowed out as his ass began to shake and quiver, the muscles in it tightening into bands of steel.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Drake stepped back, letting his mother’s legs flop to the table as his cock slithered out of her. She disentangled her arms from around his neck and let them fall to her side. Drake didn’t say a word, he just looked over his shoulder at Brent and then trudged out of the kitchen with his gigantic cock dangling down between his muscular legs.
Brent didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do as he and his mother stared at each other. Then he heard the television. The sounds of a cartoon came floating out of the living room.
Then Drake laughed. The unconcerned, infantile laugh of a child.
“What?” he was finally able to croak as he stumbled over to where his mother sat on the table.
“He may be eighteen, but he’s still a child, Brent,” she said to him. “Someone has to watch out for him. You’re never around. I love him so much.I couldn’t say no to him.”
“When?”
“On his eighteenth birthday,” she mumbled, “I don’t remember exactly how it happened, but the next thing I knew he was fucking me. And he hasn’t stopped since then. I loved it.it.it was almost like our first time.”
“Well, I’m here, now.”
“I’m know,” she smiled, “but I can’t see that changes anything.I still love him.”
“But.what.what about us?” Brent frantically asked, stepping up and trying to put his arms around her, only to be pushed away.
“I.I.don’t know,” she mumbled. “So much has changed.”
Brent staggered back, staring at her in disbelief.
Then, she scooted off the table and tiredly padded across the kitchen with Brent following her. As she started across the living room, Brent saw Drake hungrily following her with his eyes as she smiled at him lovingly. Drake watched her, moving his hand down to his cock. Brent couldn’t believe it, but the boy’s cock was hard and stiff already. And he hadn’t been off his mother more than a few minutes. Jesus Christ, Brent thought, he must be possessed. He was the personification of the Devil himself. An Evil within.
“Drake.Mommy and I are going to take a nap,” Brent said, fighting to keep from crying.
“No.no.we can’t.Brent,” she said, stepping over to Drake and running her fingers through his hair.
“Mommy loves me,” Drake said, wrapping his arms around her legs and hugging them to his body. “I love Mommy.”
“Drake, Mommy loves you, too. Now Mommy is going to take a nap,” she said, reaching down and unwrapping his arms from around her legs, then looking over at Brent. “Alone.”
Brent felt terrible as he watched his mother’s beautiful ass quiver and jiggle under her dress, as she climbed the stairs. The beautiful ass that was no longer his.
Brent walked over and sat down on the couch. He watched Drake as the boy stared into the television. The cartoon blared loudly. Every once in a while, Drake would look over his shoulder and glare at Brent. Brent could feel the rancor in his brother and offspring.
What a day, he tiredly thought as he closed his eyes. He had driven all morning, seen his mother raped, puked his guts out, and seen his mother raped again.
“OH, DRAKE, BABY.”
What? What was happening? Then he realized he had dozed off. Drake was no longer in front of the television set. Then he heard the sound again. The sickening, disgusting slap of two bodies slamming together.
“PLEASE BABY.HARDER” he heard his mother moaning.
Staggering to his feet, he lurched into her bedroom. Drake was on top of her again. His hips were rocking up and down like a runaway jackhammer. His mammoth prick was sliding in and out of her with nauseating ease.
“YES.FUCK.MOMMY.FUCK.MOMMY HARD” she snarled, pounding her heels into his bouncing butt.
“Fuck!” Drake grunted out every time he slammed his cock into her.
Brent stumbled over to the bed and looked down at them in disgust and loathing.
How could she? How could she let him fuck her like this?
“Don’t.Mother don’t,” Brent cried.
“Leave.leave.us.alone.please.” she panted between thrusts. “He’s.he’s.my.lover.now.”
“How.how.could you,” he wept.
“Go.go.now.and.never.never come back.”she muttered, thrusting herself back at her other son as he furiously fucked her.
“What?” Brent gasped just at the moment his brother.his son slammed his cock into his mother as deep and hard as he could.
“Yes.yes.Baby.come in Mommy,” she groveled.
“You left,” she groaned out, thrusting herself up against Drake. “You left me when I needed you.but now I have Drake.
With a feeling of revulsion and disgust, Brent turned and slowly trudged out of the room. Staggering down the stairs, he lurched across the room toward the front door. Throwing it open, he stumbled through the doorway, turning and slamming the door as hard as he could. Then he reeled down the sidewalk to his car. Jerking the door open, he crawled inside and left.never to return again.