Jane Tanner - Mother and son together

"Aaaggghhhh! Please, Frank, nooh!You're tearing me!" she whined.

Only the front half of the mushrooming crown was into her, and her brownish labia were already stretched tautly about it.

"Don't sweat it, baby!" Frank told her, although the firm/soft shaft was beginning to bow as he increased the pressure. "Puss'll stretch a mile 'fore it'll tear an inch!"

Beads of sweat were forming on Frank's upper lip and forehead as he grasped the front part of the shaft with his left hand and began pushing harder, trying to force her elliptical slot open with the gigantic head of the artificial penis.

"Aaaarrgghhhh!" Marge groaned, her heels and hands digging at the threadbare carpet as she scooted backward in a frantic attempt to escape the unbearable pain in her loins.

"Hold still, Goddamn it! Take it, take it!" the redhead hissed as he crawled after her, jabbing the dildo cruelly at her elusive crack.

Each time he tried to stuff it up her, the massive crown sank a fraction of an inch deeper into her hairy hole, dilating her secreting gap a tiny bit more. By the time Marge's head hanged against the couch, addling her momentarily, her suffering cuntflesh had been stretched sufficiently to take all but the flared base of the mushrooming knob.

With success in sight and Marge temporarily unable to defend herself, Frank redoubled his efforts, callously disregarding the woman's obvious, extreme discomfort as he grunted and shoved, grunted and shoved, making her scream out in agony from the brutality of his repeated attempts to drive the fistlike cockhead into her tiny, pain-wracked pussy.

The German shepherd growled menacingly and bared his teeth. Frank ignored the animal's threat. Kenny, who now feared for his mother's life, leaped onto her tormentor's back and, yelling for him to leave her alone, began beating the man about the head and shoulders with his small, ineffective fists. Frank didn't seem to realize he was being attacked.

Sweat was pouring down Frank's face now. The cords stood out along the sides of his neck. His green eyes were glassy with sadistic lust. If it killed Marge, he wasn't going to let up until he'd buried the enormous rubber dong up inside her quaking, perspiration-sheened body.

"Mercy! Dear God…have mercy on meee!" Marge begged. The red-hot pain of it blinded her. She was sure he was ripping her groin apart. "Ica-can't stand this!Frank! Stop! Pul-eezzzeee ssttooppp… oh, God, God…you're splitting me… wide open! Unnn-ggaaahhhhh! It's too big! I can't… ttaakkeee iittt!!"

Frank's face was as twisted with lust as Marge's was with the horrible agony he was inflicting upon her. Short of the dog actually attacking him, which it didn't seem that Bobo was ferocious enough to do, nothing could stop the powerful redhead from attaining his lurid goal.

Poor Marge's suffering cuntlips were stretched to the limit of tissue-paper thinness when finally the tufted coronal ridge at the rear of the doorknob-sized crown burst through her cringing portal.

"Naaaa-ggaaaahhhhhhhhh!!" she cried, her body jerking reflexively as her elastic labia snapped down around the invading shaft, locking the monstrous cockhead securely inside her too-small pussy.

The momentum of Frank's vicious thrust brought his dildo-gripping left hand crashing against Marge's sweat and secretion-moistened crotch, causing him to grunt and her to scream: "Aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!" Then she sucked in her breath raggedly, her vanquished torso shuddering helplessly as she heaved a guttural groan, "Aaaarrrrrggggghhhhhh!!"

Now that he had the head and a fraction of the shaft into her, Frank paused. "Get off my back, Kenny, old buddy," he told the boy. "I'm not hurting your mama. She likes it. Don't you like it, Marge?"

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Marge moaned, absently licking her lips as the expression on her face began to change. The bulbous glans was inside her, and the shaft, although its circumference was twice that of a man's prick, was sufficiently less girthful by comparison to relieve the terrible strain of her brutally stretched vaginal entrance. To her amazement, the searing pain vanished immediately and a flush of bittersweet carnal pleasure invaded her feverish loins.

"Feels good now, don't it?" Frank demanded.

"Ohhh, you bastard!" she rasped. Her eyes blinked open, shimmering glassily as she focused upon the brutish redhead's smirking visage. Her confused son was standing behind him, peering intently over Frank's shoulder at her, his concerned gaze darting back and forth from her face to her crotch. She didn't want her innocent little boy to see her this way, but for some inexplicable reason his presence only added to the illicit thrill that was flooding over her and immersing her against her will in a vulgar mood of sheer sexual wantonness.

"I knew that hot twat of yours could take it, baby," Frank said. "I'm gonna slip it on into you now. You ready?"

He sank an inch of the wicked instrument into her, the vein-ridged shaft making the gripping circle of her hair-rimmed orifice flutter submissively. Despite the sordidness of what he was doing to her, it did feel good, and there was nothing Marge could do about it.

Unable to help herself, the drunken wife and mother closed her eyes to shut out the shame-evoking sight of her son and, her torso shivering with lewd delight, she heaved a whimper-like sob of unconditional surrender and spread her legs wider so as to give her adulterous lover full access to her vulnerable loins.

"You like the way it feels? Tell me, baby!"

"Yesss! Oh, I do!" she sighed.

"I thought so," he gloated. "You want more?"

She nodded eagerly, her red lips trembling with anticipation. Her fluted sex petals folded in around the oversized shaft as he pushed two more inches of it into her slippery split.

"More!" she gasped, the white moons of her rump quivering as she squirmed with the urgency of her sensual desire.

He jiggled the artificial penis to tease her now that he had her wanting it, and told her, "Speak up, baby. Daddy can't hear you."

"More!" she cried shamelessly. "More, more! Christ, you're gonna… ruin me with that thing, but I… don't care now! Give me some… more of itt!!"

"Now you're talkin', little tits!" he chortled, and jammed it to her.

The huge glans barreled up her snug vagina, stretching the wet-velvet walls as they'd never been stretched before. With a thud that could be heard outside of her body, the bluntly rounded knob banged joltingly against the tender neck of her pear-shaped uterus. It fairly took her breath away.

"Aaaahhhhhh, Goddd!!" she puled, bowing up. Then she fell back chewing her lower lip, going, "Unn… unn… unn!" as she sucked air hissingly through her teeth, for Frank was grunting: "Take it, bitch, take it!" while he rammed the enormous rubber phallus in and out of the dilated gap between Marge's shaking, nylon-clad legs.

There was nothing she could do but take it. He was hurting her again, but this time the hurting was deep inside her, and so Godawful good that she had no desire to stop him. The forefront of the gigantic dildo's glans banged rapid-fire against the hypersensitive mouth of her womb each time he shoved it into her. She could feel it displacing her uterus, pushing that most feminine of all her female organs higher and higher up into her abdominal cavity.

"More… aaah, God…mmoorreee!!" she cried raggedly.

It was incredible to Marge – who'd always prided herself on being a lady – that she could even permit much less respond to this crude type of blatantly obscene misuse of her body, but she wouldn't deny that it was giving her the wildest sexual thrill of her life. That huge prick might be made of rubber but it felt real, and the glorious way it plumbed her depths was literally setting her on fire with perverted lust.