Mamma's boy

   
      Ann pulled her grociery cart home the squeek of its wheels echoed down
    the damp dimly lit street. It had been a long day and she wanted to sleep
    more than eat. "Ann." someone called from the shadows.
    She stopped and looked about the sidewalk and down the street.
    There was nothing. "I must be halucinating." she shrugged. The spoked
    wheels of her cart continued their squeeking progress.
          Ann pulled her cart inside and removed her "Save the whales" T-Shirt.
      She was a busty lass and the heavy straps of her bra were painfull.
      Two hooks off the back strap of her bra and her breasts flew out.
      Ann sighed in relief and shook her hair down on her shoulders. "Arf!"
      Toto lepted up on her, but she couldn't stop his barking and licking.
      "Baby need a biscut?" Ann reached in the cubbard and tossed
      a biscut into Toto's mouth. She put some fish sticks in the oven and
      sat down in her vibrating Lazy Boy@. "Oh. That's gooooood." she sighed
      and munched on some of Toto's biscuts. There was nothing on the telli.
      Her son had gone off to the pub and left a book in the magazine
      stand next to her chair. Ann picked it up and put on her specks.
          She rubbed the biscut crumbs out of her clevage. "Wha-is this?"
      she read a chapter "The art of manipulation." and then the cover
      The Satanic Bible. Ann flipped through the pages. "Bullox!" she said and read;
      "The Twelfth Enochian Key is used to vent one's displeasure towards
      man's need for misery, and being forth tormented and conflicted to
      harbingers of woe." Ann shook her head, "That boy will be the death of me."
      She stood up and wiggled out her tight jeans. "Hmmm, I like to be free of
      clothes." Ann walked about the living room only in her nickers, then slipped
      on her black robe. It was covered with a design of skulls and cross bones.
      "I need a little flicker." she smiled and poured some beer into her class.
      The finger sized vibrator fit into her at just the right spot. Along stretch on
      her vibrating chair set her off. Bing-bong!
            "Probably my nieghbor wants a taste of my nickers." Ann giggled and
      walked to the door with the flicker still on. She openned the tiny barred window
      in the door. There was no one there. She inspected the front step and a
      looked up both ways of the sidewalk. "Kids." she mumbled and jiddered to the
      flicker vibrating in her nickers. "Tom-tom will be home soon. Better get my old
      ass to bed." Ann took some beers with her to her bed and shut the door behind
      her. "Ahhhhhh!" there was a goatman standing in her bedroom. He waved his
      hairy cock at her. Ann spun about to open the door. The door was locked.
      She slid to the window with her back to the wall and threw her beer at the
      goatman. He caught it and drank it. "You get-get!" Ann's jaw dropped as his
      massive hairy cock came closer.
            "What the hell is going-" she was cut off in midsentence as he caught
      her with his hairy cock up her snatch. Her robe and nickers were thrown aside.
      Ann felt herself rise up off the floor. "Woa! Woooooooo!" she grabbed
      his shoulders for balance. The goatman laughed and shook her as he impaled her.
      Ann's little flicker seemed inconsequential. "Is this not pleasing?" it spoke and
      licked her face with his rough tungue. His breath was foul. Ann tried to gasp
      for air. "Who the fuck are you?" she gasped. "I? I am Belial! You called to me!"
      Belial flipped Ann up down his shaft. "Ohhhhhh! MyGod!" she cried, "Back off!
      Mmmmyft-son is commmmmming!" Ann sobbed.
      Belial roared with laughter, "He will ride me too!"
            Ann lept off Belial and grabbed her floor lamp, swinging at him. The goatman
      jumped about the lamp and slapped her belly, a stream of foaming chism
      spouted up Ann's face. Spitting and snorting; she kicked at him.
      The phone rang. She desperately searched for a way to reach it as Belial slippery
      hairy cock slid down her mouth. "Wumf-phonth!" she gagged her eyes popping
      at the phone. "Beeep. Yeah. Mom it's Tom. Just wanted you to know I'll be late.
      Oh.. heh-heh.. I know how lonely you've been since you and pop split.. so I
      conjured a satyr for you.. Bye! Beeeep." the message stopped. Ann thought
      of murder. The foam was pouring out of the sides of her mouth. She could feel each
      hair on his cock pass over her lips. She bit down hard. Belial screamed and withdrew.
      He stepped back knocking over the dresser. Ann wiped her mouth with her robe.
      "OK.. So you felt that!" she shouted and ripped the cord out her flour lamp.
      snapping at him like a whip. Belial went down on her gently.
      She wrapped her arms around his massive hairy chest: "This is the best
      thing that boy's ever done for me."


      :)