Trina

“Uuhhhh -- fuck Mommy -- uuhnnnn -- fuck Mommy in the ass!”

Trina stood outside her son’s bedroom door, a confused look on her face as she processed the words she’d just heard.

“You like that, mom?” her son said. “You like my big fucking -- hhhuuhhh -- cock up your ass?”

Her eyes wide, Trina carefully and as quietly as she could, opened the door and peeked inside.

A blonde woman lay on her front, head down on the bed, her face turned away from Trina, knees drawn up, ass high in the air, her huge tits ballooned out from beneath her. She reached back with both hands, gripping her pert little ass cheeks, spreading them wide. Behind her, hands gripping her small waist, was Justin, Trina’s son, pounding a simply enormous cock deep in and out of her ass. The thick shaft glistened with lube as he slid it back and fore, ass fucking her with long strokes, giving her every inch with each thrust.

“Aaahhhh Mommy loves it, baby!” the woman moaned, turning her head so Trina could see her face.

It was Chantelle, who lived a few trailers up from Trina and Justin -- while she and Trina weren’t exactly best friends, Trina counted her as one of the few women in Holy Hills Trailer Park that she could stand to talk to. They’d visited each other’s trailers on a few occasions, had some drinks and bitched about other women in the trailer park, Chantelle listening to Trina moan about having moved to the park.

And here she was, being buttfucked by Trina’s son, while pretending to be his mother!

“Fuck -- gonna cum!” Justin groaned.

Instantly Chantelle let go of her ass cheeks and moved forward, his prick springing free from the confines of her butt. She spun round on all fours, her big tits swaying beneath her, and clamped her lips around his pulsing cock, slurping on the head and first couple of inches as he jerked himself off.

“Aahhh God -- take it mom -- uuuhnnn -- take my cum!” Justin moaned.

Trina watched from the door as his cock lurched several times, Chantelle’s cheeks bulging cartoonishly before she coughed, a massive amount of jizz spilling from her mouth. Justin’s dick throbbed and pulsed in his hand, sending out streams of cum that splashed over Chantelle’s face time and again, quickly coating her in a thick glaze of man cream.

“That’s it, baby -- mmmmm -- give Mommy that cum!” she laughed, letting Justin cum over her face.

Having seen enough, Trina quietly closed the door and tiptoed back, heading out of the trailer and back to the patrol car that waited for her.

“You okay there, boss?” the driver said as Trina climbed in.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Officer Wheatley,” she said, picking her large, silver aviator sunglasses from the dash and putting them on, “it’s Sheriff Moore when I’m in uniform.” She smoothed her light brown shirt over her impressive bust, straightening the clip-on tie she wore, before looking over at her driver. “And I’m fine,” she growled, clearly anything but.

“Sorry, Sheriff Moore,” Alyssa Wheatley said, trying not to smirk. Her new boss had moved to the trailer park and taken over from the old sheriff just a month before and was turning out to be a real hard ass. She’d moved up from the nearby city of Springdale for reasons she hadn’t shared, but Alyssa got the impression it hadn’t been by choice. Her son, Justin, had come with her and seemed to be fitting in, but Sheriff Moore was another matter.

She had the face and figure to be mistaken for a trailer park native -- huge tits, trim waist, perky ass -- but had lived in Springdale her whole life and, frankly, considered the trailer park and most of its inhabitants beneath her.

Officer Wheatley drove away, heading out of the park and towards the dusty top of Holy Mount, the highest of the hills in these parts.

“Is having sex all you people do?” Sheriff Moore asked suddenly.

“Say what?”

“Every arrest we’ve made in the last month, someone’s been having sex when we arrive. The woman who was dealing pot -- she was being paid in sex. The drunk couple behind Slick Will’s -- having sex. Even that travelling salesman with the counterfeit clothes he was selling -- we found him being blown by two sisters who, by the way, were a damn sight closer than they should have been with each other.”

Sheriff Moore slammed her hand on the dashboard.

“Everywhere I go, people are screwing around -- and I suspect more than a few of them are committing incest!”

“Well -- it is a small park -- lots of people are related to one another,” Office Wheatley said slowly.

“And that makes it okay, does it?” Sheriff Moore snapped. “Are you screwing anyone you’re related to?”

Officer Wheatley couldn’t help but blush as she thought of her cousin Sheree and the threesome they’d had just the night before with Sheree’s mom Jamie-Lynn.

“Oh my God, you’re all the same,” Sheriff Moore said, staring out the windscreen, trying to erase the memory of her son’s big cock as he had buttfucked their neighbour while fantasising about his own mother.

They drove in silence the rest of the way to Holy Mount, parked the patrol car and walked up to the flat summit. There were a couple of picnic tables and benches that had seen better days, and some litter being blown in the wind, along with the dust. Off to one side were four circles of scorched earth, each one perhaps a foot wide, forming the points of a square.

“Can’t believe I’m investigating this crap,” Sheriff Moore said, looking at the burnt earth.

“Old man Quentin says he saw some lights up here last night -- claims it was a UFO that landed here and tried to abduct him,” Officer Wheatley said. “Something burnt the ground here, anyhow.”

“Kids playing about,” Sheriff Moore said dismissively. “Hell, could have been the old man himself, just wanting some attention.” She sighed as she looked out, down the hill, past the trailer park, at Springdale below. “What I wouldn’t give to be back there,” she whispered.

Officer Wheatley knelt and looked at one of the perfect circles of scorched earth.

“It is kinda weird,” she said.

“UFOs visiting a trailer park full of inbred hillbillies?” Sheriff Moore snarled. “It’s a God damned cliché is what it is.” She turned and stalked back to the patrol car. “Come on, it’s getting late. There’s nothing to see here.”

Officer Wheatley stood and, making sure the Sheriff couldn’t see her, flipped her the bird.

† † † † †

Justin Moore picked up on his mother’s mood when she came home a couple of hours later, just as night fell, and made sure to stay out of her way. He laid on his bed, thinking back to the awesome sex he’d had that afternoon with Chantelle and how it had driven him crazy with lust when she’d agreed to play the part of his mom.

He’d been fantasising about his stern yet oh so fuckable mother for years -- her huge tits and pert little ass filled his dreams, but he knew there was no way she would ever get it on with him. To say she was uptight was the understatement of the century. He wasn’t surprised she had become a cop -- she loved telling people what to do and how to do it, him most of all.

“Justin? Get out here,” she yelled as if on cue.

He hauled himself off the bed, arranging his half-hard cock in his shorts so it wouldn’t be obvious when he walked into the room.

“What’s up, mom?” he asked.

Trina stood, still wearing her sheriff’s outfit, arms crossed beneath her huge mounds, making them lift up and almost point at him.

“Sit down,” she said, nodding to the sofa. Once he was sat, Trina continued.

“I saw you this morning,” she said, “with Chantelle.”

Justin’s eyes went wide, and he felt the blood drain from his face.

“Perhaps more worryingly, I heard you and Chantelle this afternoon.” She stared at him for a moment. “Well? Do you have anything to say? Can you explain why Chantelle was pretending to be me, your mother?” she barked.

“I -- I -- errrrr,” was all Justin could manage.

“Really? Just stuttering?” Trina sneered. “If you’re going to have these disgusting fantasies, at least have the courage to defend them.”

“But -- I’m sorry, mom -- I just -- aaahhhh,”

“I don’t know if it’s the influence of this place, or Chantelle, or whatever the hell else it is, but you can stop thinking of me, your own mother, in that fashion immediately, do you hear?”

Justin hung his head. “Yes, mom,” he said quietly.

“Good, now get -- what is that?” Trina asked, her attention drawn to something out the window. Red and blue lights, like those of a patrol car, flashed off and on brightly. “Is that Officer Wheatley?”

Trina moved to the window, Justin standing and following. His foot caught the leg of the small table in front of the sofa and he stumbled into his mother, pushing her against the wall, the pair of them banging their heads together.

“Ow, God damn it, Justin,” Trina said, rubbing her head, blinking away the stars in her eyes. The lights from outside grew brighter still, the colours strobing together until everything went white.

† † † † †

Trina woke feeling a little chilly. It took her a moment to realise this was due to the metal table she was laying upon.

“What -- the hell?” she muttered, sitting up, rubbing the side of her head which still felt sore. She caught sight of herself in a full-length mirror opposite the table and stopped in shock, looking her reflection up and down.

Her long blonde hair had been pulled back into a ponytail; her shirt was sleeveless and instead of being buttoned up, was tied in a knot beneath her huge, braless tits, acres of cleavage on display; her taut midriff was bare; her trousers were gone and in their place, a tiny pair of short shorts that were so high cut they were almost a G-string; her legs were bare except for a pair of calf hugging cowboy boots.

She looked, in short, like a porno version of a cop.

“What the fuck?” she said, sliding off the table and standing up, staring at herself in the mirror.

Trina looked around the otherwise bare room; curved, silver metal walls gleamed though there was no obvious light source, reflecting her bizarre appearance in strange, distorted ways. There were no windows, no other furniture, just her, the table, and the mirror.

“Hey! Assholes!” she shouted up at the ceiling. “Someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on here, and I mean right now!”

A moment or two later, a panel -- previously hidden in the wall -- slid aside and two small figures entered. They were both about four feet tall, green skinned and totally naked. Their limbs were thin, their torsos round, and their heads looked overly large for their bodies. Large, round, blue eyes took up most of their face, with a wide mouth beneath them, and no sign of a nose. They had neither nipples nor genitals and not a hair covered their skin.

Completely unfazed, Trina stood with her hands on her hips, facing the two aliens.

“Which one of you assholes is in charge?” she demanded.

The two aliens blinked at her for a second or two before one of them pointed to the other.

“Okay, dipshit -- what the hell is going on here? Where am I and which of you perverts dressed me like I walked out of porno movie?”

The two aliens blinked at her then looked at each other. One of them nodded and the other moved to one of the walls and waved its three fingered hand in front of it. Instantly, the wall shimmered and a screen appeared, showing a scene that Trina instantly recognised.

“Oh shit,” Trina whispered.

Two people were on a bed, a younger woman and an older man, both naked, both fucking energetically. The woman was on all fours, one hand clutching at her huge tits that swung beneath her as the older man gripped her hips and stuffed his big cock in and out of her pussy.

“Fuck me,” the woman moaned. “Fuck me, Daddy!”

Her father did as she asked, fucking her hard and fast before he groaned that he was going to cum.

“Do it!” the woman cried, falling forward and laying on her back, cupping her massive tits. “Cover me in your cum, Daddy!”

He moved forward, straddling her belly, jerking on the impressive length of his prick which began spurting out thick lines of jizz. Over and over he came, spreading his seed over his daughter’s jugs, the pearly fluid splashing up on to her face as he unloaded over her.

Just as his cock stopped twitching, the knob dribbling the last of his jism on to her tits, they both turned in surprise. The screen changed perspective to show Trina standing in the doorway, her mouth open in shock, watching them.

“I’m sorry, baby,” the man said. “You didn’t want to play, but your sister did.”

The woman -- Trina’s sister -- scooped up some of their father’s cum from her tits and held it out to her.

“Come taste some, Trina,” she said kindly. “God knows there’s plenty to share!”

A moment later, Trina turned from the doorway and fled, and the screen went blank.

“What the hell did you show me that, for?” Trina asked the aliens.

“This was the reason you left home at eighteen,” one of the aliens said, though neither of them moved their lips. “Your father took your sister as a lover and you were angry at them, even though your father had approached you as well.”

“Incest is wrong,” Trina said, her voice shaking as she remembered her father’s attempt at seducing her.

“And yet you wanted to succumb,” the alien said.

“No, that’s not true,” Trina lied. She remembered her father kissing her neck, his hand gently stroking her huge tits through her blouse, her own hand cupping his impressive hard-on through his trousers.

“But it is,” the alien said. The screen flickered into life again, showing the scene just as she recalled it -- on the living room sofa in their house, her blouse straining to hold her heaving tits, his trousers bulging with his large cock. “This is what you secretly wanted,” the alien said.

Instead of the screen showing Trina coming to her senses and running away as she had done in real life, it showed them both shedding their clothes, Trina eagerly sucking and licking at his huge shaft before he slipped it between her mammoth mounds, tit fucking her as she’d always wanted him to. The scene changed and the pair of them were on the floor in the living room, her father between her legs, cramming his giant fuck meat into her tight pussy, making her cum over and over. Another change, this one showing her bent over the coffee table, her father spreading her ass cheeks wide as his big cock slid in and out of her horny asshole as she begged him to fuck it. Finally she lay beneath him as he knelt over her, his prick spewing stream after streams of thick jizz over her tits and face, her mouth open, hungrily swallowing as much as she could.

“No,” Trina said unconvincingly. “I would never do any of that. Not even with my husband.”

That at least was true -- leaving home after discovering her father and sister together, she had hurriedly married a man called Edgar and quickly conceived Justin on their honeymoon. After that, sex with her husband was then infrequent and nothing more than a lights out, under the covers occurrence, certainly nothing like the porno scenes these aliens had shown her.

Which, she knew, was part of the reason her husband had eventually strayed, leading to the breakup of her marriage and her moving here to Holy Hills.

“Yes, your husband,” the aliens said, the screen shimmering again. Almost a repeat of her discovery of her father and sister, the image showed Trina finding her husband in bed -- with his sister.

“Incest -- it’s everywhere in this place!” Trina moaned, alarmed to feel her pussy moisten and her nipples harden, her thoughts straying to her own son and his fantasies of her. “Why is everyone fucking their families?”

“It is prevalent in many of the Realms we visit,” the alien agreed. “As are the preponderance of large breasts and sexual organs. There are numerous theories for the origins of this, ranging from demonic influence to scientific experiments, but it boils down to you humans just love having sex with each other, even if you are biologically related.”

“In many cases,” the other alien said, “it is especially if the participants are related.”

As Trina watched, a gap appeared in the floor and her son, Justin, rose up through it, laid on a metal table, apparently unconscious, as naked as the day he was born, sporting a huge hard-on.

“Oh my God,” Trina sighed, staring at her son’s massive cock.

“We witnessed you observing your son this morning as he had sex with your neighbour who was pretending to be you,” the alien said. “He clearly wishes to have sex with you, his mother. Would you like to do the same?”

“No -- of course not,” Trina said, her words sounding unconvincing to her ears.

“Are you sure?” the alien said.

The table on which Justin lay spun around so his feet were pointing at Trina. It tilted upright to about 45 degrees, his big dick falling outward to bob and point at her.

“Are you sure?” the alien asked again.

“Uuuurmmmm -- mom?” Justin said sleepily, opening his eyes. “Is that you?”

“Yes, baby,” Trina said, stepping closer to him, her gaze never leaving the hard, blood-swollen tube of meat sticking out of his crotch, just about level with her chest. “Are you -- are you okay?”

“”Hmmmm -- feel funny,” he said. “You look fucking hot, mom,” he said, looking down at her. “Love the -- hmmmm -- new uniform.”

Trina looked down at herself, her huge tits busting the sides of her shirt apart, her deep cleavage and the inner slopes of her mounds visible to her son. She moved closer again, the head of his throbbing cock an inch or two away from her smooth boobs.

“I -- I’m glad you like it,” Trina said, not sounding like her normal ballsy self at all. The more she stared at her son’s cock, the closer she got to it, the more she felt her resolve melting away. “Do you -- do you like Mommy’s big boobs, too?” she asked, blushing as the question escaped her lips. What the hell was going on with her, she thought dimly in the back of her mind. She never talked like this, let alone referred to herself as Mommy.

Justin grinned and nodded, an expression on his face that was half sleepy, half drunken.

“Mmmm yeahhhhhhh,” he sighed. “Love your big titties, mom,” he said. “Wanna fuck ‘em!”

He clumsily thrust his hips a couple of times, the engorged head of his cock nudging into the firm yet spongy flesh of his mother’s huge melons.

Trina gasped at the contact, watching his cock head slip and slide over her tits as he moved his hips back and fore. She reached out and pushed his thighs back, holding him still, before leaning forward, his pre-cum drooling cock slipping straight between her big jugs and into her cleavage.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Justin moaned as Trina squeezed her arms inward, pushing her tits together, trapping his cock in the valley of her tits. Instantly he started moving his hips again, his mom relaxing her grip on his legs, letting him slide his length in and out between her tits.

“Jesus -- you’re fucking Mommy’s tits,” Trina moaned, looking down, watching his knob poke up and down between her mounds.

“Oh fuck -- so good -- soooooo goooood!” Justin sighed as he worked his length back and forth.

Trina stared at her son’s mammoth cock slipping and sliding between her tits, giving her the first tit-fuck of her life -- she had never let her ex-husband do this with her, no matter how often he begged her. She shuddered in pleasure as Justin leaned forward and down, sliding his hands inside her shirt, and took a hold of the sides of her tits, squeezing them tighter around his still moving cock.

“Oh my God -- love your big fucking tits, mom,” he said, staring down at the tit-flesh in his hands and his cock between them. “Love fucking your big fucking tits!”

His cock slid up and down in her cleavage, lubricated by the almost constant stream of pre-cum dribbling from the engorged knob. Trina watched mesmerised as the big purple head bobbed closer and closer to her face before she realised she was bending down as well, her mouth open, tongue lolling out. A moment later and Justin froze on the upstroke as his knob slid between his mother’s lips and rested in her mouth.

Trina purred in surprise and delight as she swabbed her tongue around and over his throbbing cockhead, lapping up the stream of pre-cum that oozed from it. Slowly she started moving her head up and down, sliding her lips over the girth of her son’s mammoth cock, giving her very first blow-job. She may have been inexperienced, but she was eager and it only took a few seconds before Justin matched her movements, gently sliding his huge cock as deep as she could take it.

“Fuck -- suck my dick, mom!” he moaned in utter disbelief.

Trina heard his words as if from afar, lost as she was in the joy of giving her first blow-job -- the fact that it was her son’s cock in her mouth excited her more than she ever thought possible.

This is wrong, she thought as Justin’s cock nudged the back of her throat. I shouldn’t be doing this -- incest is wrong! But -- I don’t want to stop!

She lifted her head off his cock, gasping for breath, spit hanging in ropes from her lips to the pulsing shaft, and moved back a little, his cock slipping free from her tits. She took hold of it with both hands, marvelling at how much was still free, and slowly jerked on his prick.

“So fucking big,” she whispered in awe. Trina thought back to that morning and how she’d seen Justin fucking their neighbour Chantelle’s ass with this same huge length of fuck meat. “Oh God,” she shuddered as she imagined Justin fucking her own ass. Her ex-husband had suggested trying anal just once -- the tirade of scorn she poured on him meant it had never been raised again.

But now -- she wondered.

Trina looked up at her son, still jerking his cock. “Fuck me,” she said quietly, watching his eyes go wide. “Fuck Mommy,” she said louder, standing up and quickly ripping off her tiny shorts and her shirt, leaving her in just her cowboy boots.

Justin quickly stepped over to her, filling his hands with her tits again. She moved back, Justin following her, and climbed on to the metal table that seemed to be lower than when she had first awoken on it.

Kissing her son deeply, Trina grabbed hold of his cock and, as she spread her legs wide, pulled his length closer to her pussy. They both groaned at the first contact of his knob with her slick, sopping wet pussy lips. Trina knew she had never been this wet before -- the illicit thrill of fucking her son was the biggest turn on she had ever had.

“Uuuhhh -- fuck Mommy,” she said, guiding the head of his cock to her open, waiting pussy. “Fuck Mommy!”

Justin moved his hips, his engorged cock slipping easily into her twat, inch after inch pushing its way into his mother’s hot depths.

“Uuuhhhhh -- fuuuuuuckkkk!” Trina sighed. She looked down between her massive tits at the junction of their bodies, watching her son’s mammoth length split her pussy as it eased inside her. Sex with her husband had never been this good -- and Justin had barely entered her!

“Oh God -- can’t believe I’m finally -- uuhhh -- fucking you, mom!” Justin moaned as he pushed more of his cock into her sopping pussy.

“Me either, baby,” Trina sighed. She looked over at the aliens who watched impassively. “Mmmm -- but we’re gonna do it -- aahahhhh -- a hell of a lot more from now on!”

Justin started moving faster, all of his cock sliding in and out of his mother’s pussy, the slick, wet sounds of their fucking filling the room.

“Oh fuck! Really!?” Justin asked, eyes wide.

 “Oh yeah!” Trina said, laying back on the table and lifting her legs up so her ankles were on Justin’s shoulders. He grabbed her hips and stuffed his cock into her pussy, over and over. “And not -- uuhnnn -- not just fucking -- I want to taste your cum -- uuhhhhh -- want you to cum all over me -- “ She pushed her huge tits together and up, licking at her own nipples for a moment. “And I want you to fuck my ass!” she said, staring at him, laughing at the shocked expression on his face.

“Oh God! Can I?” he gasped.

“No more -- uuuhhhhh -- pretending with Chantelle, baby -- mmmm -- Mommy wants your big cock in her ass!”

“Oh my God!” Justin gasped. Trina suddenly felt him tensing, the tell tale signs of an impending cum. Just the thought of buttfucking her was about to send him over the edge!

“Oh no you don’t!” she said, reaching down quickly and grabbing the base of his cock hard, squeezing tight.

“Aaahh! What the fuck, mom!?” Justin yelled.

“You cum when I say you cum,” Trina growled, the bossy, ball-breaking sheriff back in command. “Understand me, Justin?”

“Y -- yes!” he stammered.

They stared at each other for a moment or two before Trina felt him relax. She released his cock and gently pushed him back until his cock slipped free of her pussy.

“Did Mommy hurt you?” she asked sweetly.

“A -- a little,” Justin said.

“Let Mommy kiss it better, then,” Trina said, slipping off the table and on to her knees. She took hold of his cock once more, gently this time, and lovingly licked from base to tip, tasting her own pussy. “Is that better, baby?” she asked, swirling her tongue around his knob.

“So good, mom,” Justin gasped, watching her.

“Mmmmm -- Mommy wants you to fuck her again, baby,” Trina said, kissing his cock. “Make Mommy cum -- mmmmm -- and you can stuff this big fucking cock up Mommy’s ass.” She looked up at him, smiling. “Deal?”

“Oh fuck yeah!” Justin said instantly.

Trina giggled and turned on to her hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at her son. Deep in the back of her mind, part of her was still wondering where this slutty version of herself had suddenly appeared from, but the thought of taking Justin’s huge cock again and how good that would feel stamped all over that part of her.

Justin moved behind her, one hand clutching one of her firm butt cheeks, the other positioning his meaty length at the entrance to her juicy pussy. He eased forward, his prick inching into his mother’s cunt once more, sliding easier this time now that she was used to his size.

“Uhhnnnnn -- fuuuuuuckk -- that’s what Mommy wants!” Trina gasped, staring at him over her shoulder as her son started fucking her with long, slow strokes. “Fuck Mommy -- uuhhhhhh -- fuck Mommy hard!”

With his cock firmly embedded in her pussy, Justin gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her pert cheeks so he could watch his big dick slide in and out of her tight twat. He couldn’t believe that after years of lusting after his bitchy, aggressive mom, she was on her hands and knees in front of him, begging to be fucked.

“Fuck Mommy!” she moaned as her son did just that, cramming his huge length into her pussy over and over. “Fuck -- soooooo fucking good!”

If this incestuous fucking felt so good, she wondered dimly if she’d missed out all those years before by running away from her father. If incest made everyone feel like this, she wondered if this was why everyone in the trailer park was fucking their families. But mostly, she wondered if she could ever give this up.

“Uuuhhhnn!” Trina groaned as she felt her son’s huge knob burrow deep into her pussy, the juicy, hot walls stretching to accommodate his length. “Fuck Mommy, baby -- aaahhhhh yeahhhhh -- Mommy’s so fucking horny -- been so long since -- mmmmm -- Mommy’s been fucked!”

Justin briefly wondered where this side of his mother had come from but decided he really didn’t care. His huge cock slid into her cunt like a hot knife through butter and he gripped her ass cheeks as he fed her needful pussy the whole of his cock on each thrust.

“Fuck Mommy! Oh fuck Mommy hard!” she moaned, looking over her shoulder at him. She couldn’t remember ever being this horny, or her pussy ever being so wet. Sex with her husband had never been anything but boring, something she occasionally put up with, but this -- fucking with her son -- was the best thing ever!

She looked over at the aliens who seemed more distant -- slightly blurred around the edges as if they were out of focus. Before she could think too much about that, her mind was overwhelmed by the hard fucking her son was giving her.

 “Oh God -- fuck me, baby!” Trina moaned. “Fuck Mommy’s horny pussy!”

Justin found the energy to thrust even faster and deeper, stuffing his mammoth cock into her cunt as hard as he could, making her huge tits swing beneath her as he pounded into her from behind.

“Oh fuck -- Mommy’s cumming!” she yelled, feeling the heat from her pussy spread throughout her body. “Such a big fucking cock for Mommy -- making Mommy cummmm!” she yelled.

She pushed back hard, Justin’s cock thrusting into the depths of her pussy, feeling like it would come out the top of her head at any minute. Her pussy clamped down on to his stroking cock as she came harder than she ever had in her life.

“Oh fuck -- uuuhhnnnn -- cummmmming -- Mommy’s cummmmmming!” she moaned in pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her. She had never cum so hard in her life, her own son’s cock bringing her more pleasure than her ex-husband or her own fingers ever had. Her cum rolled through her body making her nipples tingle and her pussy squeeze even tighter around Justin’s mammoth length.

Justin slowed his strokes, letting her ride out her orgasm. He gripped her ass cheeks in his hands and spread them, staring at the tight, wrinkled asshole just above his prick.

“I made you cum, mom,” he said breathlessly. “Do I get my prize now?” he asked, moving his hand over to her butthole and gently probing at it with his thumb.

“Uuuhnnnn -- fuuuuuuuck!” Trina whispered as she felt the thick digit slip into her ass. This was what he wanted, she knew -- what she’d seen him acting out only that morning with Chantelle. She’d never let her ex-husband sodomise her no matter how often he’d asked -- but she couldn’t help think of all the times she’d jacked herself off and just how often she’d eased a finger into her own butt, loving the tight, hot feel of it.

“Can I mom?” Justin asked quietly, sliding his thumb in and out of her slick butthole as his huge cock throbbed in her pussy.

“Can you what, baby?” she asked him, looking over her shoulder again.

“Can I -- can I fuck your ass?” Justin asked, pushing his thumb even deeper, making her moan.

Trina dropped her head to the floor, her ass high in the air, and turned to look at him as best she could.

“Do it, baby,” she said. “Fuck Mommy in the ass.” Still that part of her deep in the back of her mind wondered what the hell was going on with her, but Trina didn’t care anymore. If this really was an alien abduction or some crazy dream or an hallucination or something else entirely -- she didn’t care. All she knew was the thought of taking her son’s huge cock in her ass was making her almost mad with lust.

Justin groaned as he dragged his bloated cock from her tight pussy and moved it up, the head nudging against his mother’s pink, puckered butthole.

“Fuck my ass!” Trina moaned. “Go on, baby -- Mommy’s so fucking horny right now -- please fuck Mommy in the ass!”

She groaned with desire as she felt Justin’s big knob push against her asshole, the rubbery head spreading her butthole muscles around the girth of his cock head. Slowly but surely, the monstrous cock of her son inched inside her tight ass, filling her up like she never had been before. With one hand she reached under herself and pushed two fingers into her soaking wet pussy, feeling the thickness of her son’s cock through the membrane that separated her ass and pussy.

“Oh God -- oh God -- uuuhnnnnn -- fuck Mommy’s ass!” she cried as Justin pushed more and more of his cock inside her. “Fuuuuuuuuckkk! Feels so good in Mommy’s ass!”

Justin watched amazed as his mother’s butt swallowed his cock until he was finally balls deep in the tight, hot, clasping depths of her ass. He was still a little muzzy headed himself but wasn’t about to pass up the chance of living out his filthy, incestuous fantasy.

Slowly he drew his cock almost all the way out, loving the delirious moan his mother made, before sliding back in, watching all the while. As fun as it had been to fuck Chantelle that morning as she’d pretended to be his mother, nothing could beat the real thing!

Holding on to her hips, Justin sped up, thrusting his cock in and out of her asshole faster, settling into a hard, strong rhythm.

“Oh fuck -- fuck Mommy’s horny ass!” Trina cried, pushing back to meet his ass pummelling strokes. “Such a big cock for Mommy’s ass -- uuhhnnnnn -- fuck Mommy’s ass -- uuuhnnnnnn -- Mommy’s cumming!”

Trina’s eyes went wide as the fastest orgasm she’d ever reached hit her, flooding her pussy with juice, her ass clamping down on Justin’s big dick. She couldn’t believe she’d cum so quick, moaning as the pleasure washed over her.

“Fuck, mom,” Justin panted, shoving his dick in and out of her butt. “Love fucking your ass -- but I’m gonna cum soon!”

Her thoughts flashed back to that morning when she’d watched Chantelle and Justin fucking -- there was no way Trina was being out-fucked by any other woman!

Reluctantly, she pulled forward, forcing Justin to drag his heavy prick from her asshole. She spun round, still on her hands and knees, and eagerly took his cock in her mouth, swallowing as much of the monster as she could.

Justin watched bug-eyed in surprise and lust as his formerly uptight mother went ass to mouth -- and that was all it took.

“Mom! Uuhggnnnn!” was all he could manage to blurt out in warning before his cock shuddered and unleashed the biggest load of his life.

Trina couldn’t believe the amount he came -- a massive outpouring of thick jizz filled her mouth on the first spurt and no matter how quickly she swallowed, she couldn’t drink it all down. Sitting back on her haunches, she grabbed his prick and drew him closer, jerking him off with both hands as his cock continued shooting. Rope after heavy rope of cum splattered over her huge tits, laying in thick lines across her heaving mounds, the pearly fluid criss-crossing over her jugs. She opened her mouth, tongue out, and aimed his still-spurting fuck meat upwards, taking the final dozen or so shots over her face, her son’s jism running over her nose and cheeks.

“Oh fuck -- ggguuuuuhhhh -- fuuuuuuckk!” Justin gasped. “Never -- uuhhh -- never cum so much!”

Trina used the still hard cock to push his creamy semen over her cheeks and into her mouth, sucking down the warm jizz, slurping on the head of his cock as she did.

She opened her eyes and, behind Justin, saw the two aliens who stood watching impassively. One of them raised its hand and gave her a thumbs up, breaking into smile.

Trina tried to smile herself around the head of her son’s cum-dribbling cock, as she felt happier than she ever had. Happy, but tired, she realised. Slowly she laid backwards, Justin collapsing on top of her, and everything went dark.

† † † † †

Trina woke up on the floor of her trailer’s living room next to her son who snored gently as he lay beside her, both of them naked. Her head ached a little and, she realised as she moved to sit up, so did her pussy -- and her butt.

“Was that real?” she muttered, images of the aliens and the spaceship blurring in her mind, combining with the memory of being fucked by Justin. “Did I have sex with my son?” she whispered.

Looking down at herself, she saw the unmistakeable signs of dried cum over her tits and could feel it on her face. Only twenty-four hours before it would have disgusted her -- but now she smiled at the memory of taking her son’s massive load over her big tits and her face.

“What’s happened to me?” she wondered, her hand sliding between her legs and finding her slippery pussy lips. She looked down at Justin’s crotch and saw he was sporting a huge case of morning wood.

Trina licked her lips.

† † † † †

Officer Wheatley pulled her patrol car up outside Sheriff Moore’s trailer and sighed, not looking forward to another day of driving the tight-assed bitch of a boss around again. She knew the Sheriff could drive, but also knew she got a kick out of being chauffeured around as it made her feel important.

“Let’s get on with it,” she said to herself and stepped out of the cruiser.

She walked along the path of the small garden in front of the trailer and up the three steps to the door, about to knock when she heard something from within.

Moving along the porch, she glanced into the living room window and slowly grinned.

“Fuck Mommy!” Sheriff Moore cried as she was bent over the sofa, her son hunched over her from behind, fucking her hard and fast, a look of amazement on his face. “Fuck Mommy -- uuuhnnnn -- make me cum -- uuuhhh -- and you can fuck Mommy’s ass again!”

Officer Wheatley smiled and turned back to the car. As she walked through the garden again, she noticed four circles burned into the ground, the same as those they’d seen at the top of Holy Mount the day before.

She shrugged and, as the sounds of her boss getting fucked receded, she thought maybe her boss wasn’t so tight-assed after all.