We crawl into each others arms, and fuck, even though there is twenty years the difference. Who needs moralizing chatter. There is such a regenerative power in corruption. We tear off our clothes, and fuck madly in the sewer of the body. The excruciating lewdness of my mother's cunt, enjoins with her creation, my haggard cock. Flesh of her flesh. But not for long would it hang haggard, turning into a determined organ that could praise any anus. For my cock loved to be interned within the sewer of her ass. How it would sniff out the root of my mother's ass. Her ass waiting for the buggering by my faggot. She welcomed the feel of my entering, sliding along her sphincter, the fullness of my balls padding against her ass cheeks. She would cascade a wee into my hand cupped for the catching of her fleeing urine, as I plunged horizontally into her basement. Life is nothing but the decomposition of life, and the nakedness of writhing limbs, abandoned in the globules of sweat escaping from our burning bodies.
I experience a carnal pleasure, my cock fucking her anus at full stretch. I rub my hands over her belly, over her hungry cunt, over her white buttocks as I dog her. Her anus has induced my erection, as it too takes it. My cock is an eruption of excremental force without the feces. She endeavors to expel my erection, pushing down on my joy with an expelling force of fervent eruption. My cock is the infliction of pleasure emanating in her bowels. My cock is spellbound within her flesh. Her slick yummy flesh. Periodically I pulled out, and stuck the bastard of my cock into her waiting mouth, for her to ravenously suck the beastly remnants of my decomposition.
The shamelessness of my mother's cunt, kept my cock it seemed, in permanent erection. Taboo to transgression. Her cunt brought on a vertigo of being eaten. My mother eats me. She eats my cock, which is the same as eating me. My mother's complexion is almost an albino white, which accentuates her sexual parts. The forest dark which surrounds her cunt, the chocolate that accentuates her areola, and her protruding nipples, the bruise of color that defines her anus, and the bright red of her lips. The animality of her body opens before me. Her body excites me, and births action into my cock. I desire to fuck her unashamedly, as she desires to eat me unashamedly. Religious cannibalism, of eating the savior collectively, bound within the cage of taboo, is not for my mother, nor for me.
I am a sodomite, and so is my mother, but we are more than that. My mother offers me her cunt lips, as if they were her mouth. She has rouged her labia lips with permanent lipstick which I try to lick off. I passed through these lips to get here, and today I kiss them to say thank you, and later I will force my cock between them, and she will feel my erectile excitement through, and through. Her cunt is a whore for my cock. The lechery of my cock is intoxicating. Her breasts rise as I enter her gateway. My cock vanishes into the whore of her cunt.
"Oh darling!. My baby," she cries.
Her eyes paint her mental state. They are full of fuck. Having her son's cock deep inside her, its head bunting her womb, where he once assembled as a baby, sends her into a state of delirium. The root of his father is in his cock, rooting her cunt, as she eats it. They are down in the sewer of excremental forces. There is a horror of annihilation convulsing within the animality of their bodies. They must both cooperate with nature. An orgy of annihilation explodes inside them. The orgasm ravages his mother's face. The son falls on his mother as though dead. Do they not imply the denial of he established order. They are the taboo broken. They turn over and rub their hands over each other's body. She grabs his wet cock. He rubs her front.
