Chapter 618: The Shattering (r-18)

Mom’s breasts were bouncing so hard they

slapped

her chin, nipples bruised to a raw violet and leaking thin threads of clear fluid, thighs slick with a glossy flood of arousal mixed with the frothy white cream her ruined cunt was churning out around my cock, ass a crimson map of my handprints now blooming into deep purple welts.

Her skin a radiant pyre of our taboo glistening with rivers of sweat and pussy-juice that ran down her crack and dripped off her swollen clit.

My cock was entombed in her pussy, the molten, strangling heat of her walls a relentless vice so tight I could feel every ridge of my shaft etched into her flesh, her juices a torrent, coating my shaft, dripping in obscene cascades onto the leather bench, pooling in a scalding, sticky mire thick with strings of her cream and my pre-cum.

I

snapped

.

My hands crushed her ass, fingers gouging the bruised, scalding flesh until blood welled under my nails, and I roared as I lifted her clean off the bench. Her pussy locked down like a fist, the wet squelch a deafening

SCHLORP

as her cunt tried to keep every inch inside. She screamed straight into my face, spit flying:

"YES—pick your mother up and FUCK HER, baby—carry me on that fat son-cock like the filthy breeding slut I am!"

I

slammed

her spine against the piano lid so hard the soundboard

boomed

like a drum, the vibration ripping through her cunt and making her eyes roll white. Her legs locked tighter around my waist, ankles crossing, heels digging bloody furrows into my back as she shrieked:

"Pound me, Peter—ram that monster back into the womb that made you—make Mommy’s cervix kiss her own son’s cockhead!"

I fucked her—hard, fast, savage. My hips jackhammered, balls slapping her asshole with wet

CRACK-CRACK-CRACK

sounds, her pussy spraying like a broken fire hydrant with every thrust—hot, clear streams arcing over my shoulder and splattering the walls.

Her ruined cunt lips dragged in and out, inside-out, clinging to my shaft on every stroke, pink flesh turned outward and glistening. She clawed my shoulders, blood running down my chest, and howled:

"Look at it—look how you’re turning your mother’s pussy inside out—eighteen years I saved this hole for YOU, now wreck it, baby—wreck Mommy’s starving cunt!"

The piano lid

cracked

beneath us, wood splintering, a jagged shard slicing into her back. She only screamed louder, cunt

gushing

harder:

"PAIN—YES—hurt me, baby—make me bleed while you breed me—mark every inch of the body that birthed you!"

The lid collapsed. We crashed to the floor in a tangle of limbs and shattered ebony, my cock never leaving her, the impact slamming me so deep my balls crushed against her ass and her cervix kissed the slit of my cock. She wailed like she was dying and being reborn at once:

"DEEPER—FUCK—YOU’RE IN MY WOMB, PETER—MY BABY’S BACK WHERE HE BELONGS!"

I flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up until her face was mashed into the rug, ass high, dripping. I mounted her like an animal, slamming home in one brutal stroke. Her pussy farted obscenely around my cock from the force, queefing juices that splattered my thighs, and she roared into the floor:

"Breed me from behind—fuck me like a bitch in heat—your mother’s on her knees again, taking her son’s cock exactly where it belongs!"

Every thrust shoved her forward, tits dragging across the rug, nipples raw and bleeding, her ass rippling from the impacts. I gripped her hair, yanking her head back until her spine bowed, and she sobbed:

"Pull it—use Mommy’s hair like reins—ride your mother, baby—break my fucking back with that dick!"

Her pussy convulsed, another orgasm tearing through her, walls spasming so hard they nearly pushed me out, only to suck me back in with a wet SCHLICK. She screamed, voice cracking:

"I’M CUMMING—MY SON’S MAKING HIS MOMMY CUM—FLOOD ME, PETER—GIVE YOUR MOTHER THE CREAM SHE’S BEEN CRAVING SINCE YOU WERE BORN!"

I pounded harder, the slap-slap-slap of my hips against her bruised ass deafening, her cunt frothing white, the rug beneath us a dark, soaked swamp of her squirt and sweat. She reached back, spreading her cheeks wide, showing me the tiny, twitching star of her asshole above the destruction I was wreaking on her pussy, and begged:

"See that little hole? It’s next, baby—after you finish breeding my cunt, you’re taking Mommy’s virgin ass—every hole belongs to my son now!"

The forbidden was our apocalypse... mother on the floor getting railed by her own son, pussy destroyed, body broken, voice shredded, begging for more.

And I gave her more—harder, deeper, without mercy, the world gone, only the wet, obscene sounds of her cunt taking her son’s cock and her filthy, worshiping screams filling the air.

And we burned, together, in the unending.

I yanked her up, never pulling out, her pussy clenching my cock, the wet squelch deafening as I spun her to face me, her legs still locked around my waist, thighs spasming, calves gouging my back. I slammed her against the soundproof glass of the music studio, the cold surface shocking her back, her scream a shattering wail—

"HRRRH—PETER—YES!"

Her breasts crushed against my chest, nipples raking my skin, the rough texture igniting fire trails, her stomach rippling, her pussy spraying, the glass fogging with her breath, juices streaking down in obscene rivulets.

I pounded her, standing, my hips a jackhammer, the slap of my thighs against her ass a gunshot barrage, the wet smack of her pussy a filthy requiem. Her walls strangled me, the tightness excruciating—eighteen years without a cock making her pussy a virgin’s death grip, every vein on my shaft grinding her insides, the friction a supernova.

Her moans were a primal tempest—"GRRRH—HNNGH—FUCK—MY BABY!"—raw, varied, guttural snarls, high-pitched wails, broken sobs—"YEEEAAAH—UNGH—PETER!"—each one torn from her core, vibrating through her pussy, into my cock, the sound fusing with the wet squelch, the slap of flesh, the rattle of the glass.

Her nails shredded my shoulders, blood mixing with sweat, the sting a holy rapture. Her orgasm hit, violent, her pussy spasming, gushing, spraying my thighs, the glass, the floor, her thoughts a vow:

My son’s cock, the hardest I’ve ever had, breaking his mother, don’t stop, never stop!

I dropped her to the rug, never stopping, flipping her onto her back, her legs splayed wide, thighs trembling, pussy dripping, the lips swollen to ruin, glistening in the dying candlelight. I mounted her, missionary, my hips slamming, the head of my cock battering her cervix, her scream a primal roar—"ARRRGH—MY WOMB—FUCK!"

Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples scraping the air, her stomach rippling, the stretch marks shimmering, her ass lifting off the rug, cheeks slamming the floor, the impact a thudding drum.

Her juices sprayed, soaking my balls, the rug, the scent—musk, salt, sin—choking the air. Her hands clawed my back, nails carving deeper, the blood hot, her moans unrelenting—"GRRRH—HNNGH—YEEEAAAH!"

I flipped her again, doggy, her knees scraping the rug, ass high, red and raw, her pussy gushing, the lips stretched to oblivion. I pounded, my hips a blur, the slap of my balls a wet crack, her scream a shattered keen—"HRRRH—MY ASS—PETER!" Her cheeks jiggled, bruises blooming darker, her pussy clenching, spraying, the rug a swamp.

I grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, her throat exposed, pulse hammering, her moans a storm—"UNGH—GRRRH—MY BABY!" Her orgasm hit again, cataclysmic, her walls milking me, gushing, soaking us both, her thoughts a scream:

My son, fucking me harder than ever, ruining his mother, I’m his, forever his!

I pulled her up, against the wall, her back to my chest, one leg hooked over my arm, her pussy exposed, dripping, the angle brutal.

I thrust upward, hard, fast, the slap of my hips against her ass a deafening barrage, her scream a primal wail—"YEEEAAAH—FUCK—MY SON!" Her breasts bounced, nipples scraping the wall, her stomach rippling, her ass jiggling, the wall rattling, dust falling.

Her juices sprayed, streaking the wall, the floor, her pussy spasming, another orgasm tearing through her, her walls strangling me, her moans a relentless hymn—"HNNGH—GRRRH—PETER!"

I spun her to the recording booth, never stopping, bending her over the mic stand, her hands gripping the metal, knuckles white, her ass high, pussy gushing.

I pounded, the mic rattling, her scream echoing in the booth—"ARRRGH—MY CUNT—FUCK!" Her breasts swung, nipples brushing the stand, her stomach rippling, her juices spraying the glass, the scent overwhelming, the heat unbearable.

Her orgasms came in waves, unrelenting, her pussy gushing, clenching, milking me, her thoughts a vow:

My son, my god, the hardest, fastest, fucking me in every position, breaking me, I’m his, eternally his!

The forbidden was our cataclysm:

My mother, fucked harder than ever, her pussy ruined by her son’s cock, across the piano, the floor, the glass, the wall, the booth, never stopping.

The blistering heat of her pussy, the strangling grip of her walls, the wet spray of her juices, the

white-hot

sting of her nails, the earth-shattering vibration of her screams—"YEEEAAAH—UNGH—PETER—MY LOVE!" We fucked—fast, hard, unstoppable, through every position, the room a shattered shrine, the taboo our eternal fire.