Quick word. Sorry for the wait, but to understand how we got here, read the previous part.. All Characters Eighteen Plus. Contains Incest, Hair, and Messy scenes Also with a hint of Abuse, Physical and otherwise. Ok, with that out of the way, let's get on with it.
With violent lust, Toby puts his hand over Courtney's left cheek. With his palm on her jaw bone, he shoves her face into his mattress sheets. She shrieks with terror and excitement. She grabs onto his arm to take it off, then attempts to push on his chest trying to push him off, but to no avail.
With his left he locates Courtney right tit. He finds it through the flimsy cloth of her black tank top. 'Here she is' Toby thought to himself. He located her medium tits, soft and pliable like jello, and squeezed hard. Courtney squealed, in pain and in pleasure. She used her right hand to hold onto Toby's left wrist, trying to get him to stop. Trying to get him more pissed off.
And she accomplishes just that. "Fuck off." He yells, ripping away from her grip. Shoving her face back into the bed and replacing his hand on her tit. Courtney shrieked, breathing heavy. He continues to rummage around on her chest. Fighting off his mothers attempts to get him to stop while pinning her head to the bed.
His rough assault on her tit seems to have an affect as her nipple starts to rise and harden and he knew just that. In between breathes and shoves she tells him "Come on. Ha. Don't you know. Ha Ha. How to play with tits" aggravatingly, getting Toby more pissed. He wraps his thumb and index around her hard tit and began to twist.
Courtney Screams in agony
"How's that for playing." She then hisses down, her mouth forming into a smile. Face red and starting to sweat along with the rest of her body.
"What are you smiling about."
"At your poor attempts of dominance."
"Fuck you."
He shoves her head again, pinning it. He wiggles his way up to sit on her hips. He starts to grab the tank top form the top, Courtney watches in anticipation, and tries to rip it down. But he simply does have enough force to do accomplish the tear.
Courtney laughs. "Haha see what I mean." She said through the hand covering the side of her face, "You don't even know how to rip a shirt off."
"Fuck."
Enraged Toby picks up right leg, and proceeds to put his foot, wrapped in a sock, on his mothers chest. Courtney's eyes really widen in surprise. He stands a bit to gain balance. With both hands he reaches down to the sides of his mothers tank top and grabs the fabric that cups her tits, around the armpit area.
With a proper hold, and a proper audience of one, in Courtney. He pulls on her tank top while keeping Courtney held to the bed. He pulled with such might that he even starts to lift his mother off a bit, but cause his leg is on her chest she stays right where he and she wants, on her back. Explosively the fabric rips off of her chest revealing her beautifully shaped mounds of soft tissue. The show that Toby put on sends waves of pleasure down Courtney's body reaching all the way to the tips of her toes, and to other places.
After liberating his mother's beautiful breasts, he admires what he's just uncovered. Beautiful, glowing, smooth breasts topped with light shaded brown nipples, hardened from her sons assault. He looks at them in awe, then at his mother. Courtney's hot, sweating, and smiling, almost proud of what he'd done. Toby's face also showing a hint of pride.
"Did my little baby boy relief himself of that temper tantrum." Mocking him.
Stunned, Toby just looks at her. Still on top of her, clearly less angry than before.
"Or." She says wiggling her hips underneath his legs. "Is he still upset." She thrusts up making contact with him. "That he lost little game." with that pity filled face again while grinding again, but rather than to retreat she keeps her little clitty pressed on him and starts to rub her self on him.
Shocked still, Toby lets her continue her action.
Worried. "Come on, weren't you so upset at losing the fucked game a moment ago." in a caring tone. "Are you sure you got it all out."
Toby looks at her again. Remembering why this started. Because he was frustrated at a fucked game, and his mother came to cheer him up. By letting him relieve his anger, relieve it out on her. Suddenly he grabs his mother by the neck and picks up his left and holds his fingers extended together, he raises a little further, looks at his mother eyes. Nothing but a willing excited smirk appears.
He brings his hand down striking across Courtney's left tit.
"Ah." A sharp shriek erupts.
"Ah... ahh. ahh." She whips her head up. Looking at the ceiling of her son's room, mouth agape. Her face wincing with each smack. "AH...AH...AHH...AHHH... AHH FUCK."
Shrieks turn into grunts.
"ARG...ARG....GRAH...GAH...GAH."
The onslaught comes to an end. Toby leaning on his left arm to the side of Courtney's head. His right hand still secured softly on his mother's throat. His own head hanging low near his mother's raised chin. Courtney's left tit red. Breathing heavily, as air passes through her vocal chords you can hear the pain emanating from her pink lips. Toby regaining his stamina breathing slightly more heavily. He's hunched over is mom.
She brings her head lower and turns to toby right ear.
"Is my little boy better." Her voice wavering, whispering into his ear softly.
Toby looks at her eyes. Caring. Around her eyes there's red, almost ready to cry. For the first time he sees something not to break, but something to build, something to adore. His heart fills warm. He lunges towards Courtney's mouth, taking even her by surprise, she didn't expect that. Her mouth was the target, and the assailant was her sons own devouring mouth.
He goes in eating her mouth like a dog eating out of a bowl. Attacking every inch of his mother's pink mouth with his tongue. Like searching for gold buried somewhere, anywhere, in her mouth and his tongue the pickaxe. After continuing for several minutes, he stood up. Courtney's mouth a liquidated mess, with light shimmering off of the mixed saliva of her and her sons. Her eyes not taunting anymore but rather loving having enjoyed her sons expenditure of rage on her... her...self. His mother. Her womb fills with lust, but restrains her self so her son can continue relieving his rage, but decides she'll enjoy her self just a little.
Toby reminded of that rage looks to goes to find his moms tits. Surrounding one completely with his mouth, and starts to suck. Moans finally come out of Courtney's mouth rather than pain. she closes her eyes and places her hands on his head caressing his hair as he continues working her tit with his mouth, his right hand releases from her neck and traces down to her left boob, he quickly surrounds that too, and keeping with the running theme, he starts to pinch at her surviving tit. Another set of large moans escape, this time coupled with pain. Toby infatuated, continues on. Courtney not only willing, but now happily enjoying the activity she lets her son attack her, deriving pleaser from the pain, and feeling that pleasure on her soft mound.
After a few minutes or so, she reaches down to her sons crotch with her right. His hardened shaft is there waiting for her touch, she wraps her hands around it, moans and grunts come from Toby's throat. His mouth still locked on Courtney's tit. Soon enough Courtney can feel toby's precum start to ooze. Moaning, Toby gets off her tit, and looks back at his mother mouth. With his target on lock, he launches towards her mouth, securing it around his own mouth. Another wave of assault commences. Sloppy noises can be heard as toned boy has his way with his mother's soft glistening lips, licking and kissing like there's no tomorrow. Courtney encouraging this attack by leaning into the kiss.
But suddenly his mother stops kissing back and pulls back from kissing her kid. Toby does as well worrying why she'd want to stop. he looks at her with that sentiment on his face and sees his moms face. Her face looked sad, like she had just been done crying, around her eyes slightly pink. But looking deeper in her eyes, they were actually begging for more. Toby looked around. Taking in the situation after being hazed by lust. He was straddling his mother. Her tits exposed through the ripped fabric, abused and nursed. His mother's lips, as beautiful as her brown eyes contrasted against her pale skin. He only had a thought.