Vile Pervert

By Wrulf.
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The white, dominant, and 38-y/o Elroy, a farmer, had trained Fiona, his submissive, blonde, and 37-y/o wife, very well throughout the couple’s marriage until he died in a riding accident 5 months before the ensuing event.

Though overwhelmed by grief, she felt thankful he’d exploited her base instincts – while Anthony, her 18-y/o son, fantasized about her since she had a beautiful face, medium-sized udders that didn’t sag, and a firm bottom.

Understandably, however, he was astonished one day when Fiona said, ‘Your father instructed me to show you something.’

She accessed a vid-clip on her phone and handed the device to Anthony, displaying her sucking Royal, a stallion’s huge phallus.

“You have to be kidding!” Anthony exclaimed.

“No, son,” Fiona blushed.

“Dad made you do that?” the teenager asked.

“Yes, he did, and I loved it,” Fiona replied.

“Love this, too, mom!” Anthony growled as he unzipped his jeans and exposed his 8-inch penis.

Next, he raised her dress, jerked her panties below her knees, and penetrated her vag.

“You’re almost as good as Royal!” she moaned.

“I’m better!” Anthony said as he plowed her muff until he came in it. Briefly, he glared at her before inquiring, “Do I need to respect you, mom?”

“I don’t deserve respect,” she answered.

“That right,” he said.

He then decided to turn her into a bestial prostitute by charging $10 for anyone interested in watching her.

Normally, Royal serviced her in the barn, though one August, Saturday afternoon, Anthony took him into the corral.

At that moment, the white, 22-y/o Kevin stopped his vehicle along the road past the farm because he was thirsty, had a large iced-tea can, and thought it’d be relaxing to drink the beverage in the woods.

After walking 200 yards or so down a shady path, he looked through the trees and spluttered, “W-w-what – the – hell! That woman isn’t wearing anything but high heels and petting a horse!”

Anthony then saw him and waved him toward the corral. “Hi. I’m Anthony. This is Royal, and this is Fiona, Royal’s lover,” the son grinned.

“I’m Kevin.”

“Okay. You probably can’t believe your eyes, can you?” Anthony inquired.

“I’m definitely surprised,” Kevin said.

“Well, I hope it won’t shock you to hear that Fiona’s my mother,” Anthony responded.

“Are you serious?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah, I am. She’s a barnyard-hooker and will entertain you for $10,” her pimp said.

“I don’t mind paying such a cheap price,” Kevin remarked as he gave Anthony a $10-bill.

“She’s worth every cent,” Anthony said, then lifted Royal’s tail and ordered, “Kiss his ass, Fiona!”

“Yes, son!” she murmured while starting to comply.

Fascinated, Kevin didn’t speak as she licked the horse’s anal pucker. “How does his ass taste, bitch?” he then snarled.

“Delicious!” she answered.

“You stupid whore!” Kevin shouted.

“Brains aren’t her strong point!” Anthony had barely chuckled when the tart masturbated Royal into a 20-inch erection.

She got on all-4’s and reached around to angle his pulsing rod into her poon-slit before he started fucking her.

“Rape me!” she panted.

“Jesus!” Kevin snorted as he and Anthony undressed, with the former cramming his 10-inch cock into her throat.

“You’re the world’s vilest pervert, mom!” Anthony told her.

“Uh-hmm!” Fiona mumbled. Nonetheless, humiliation aroused her to an orgasm. She slid her mouth off Kevin’s shaft and wailed, “Ooooh, myyy gaaawwwd!”

“Quiet, you stinking piece of shit!” Anthony yelled.

A few minutes later, Royal pulled out and covered her with semen from her shoulders to her feet.

“Cum-dumpster!” Anthony snickered as Kevin jizz-defiled her gullet, after which Anthony nudged him aside and creamed her face.

“You’re a believer, now, aren’t you?” Anthony asked.

“Yeah, even if your mom shouldn’t forget she’s the world’s vilest pervert!” Kevin laughed.

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

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