In the middle of the night, the boy stirred.
He was thirsty.
His throat was dry. The dinner had been salty. He pushed off his thin blanket. He rubbed his eyes. The house was dark. Silent.
Then he heard it.
Strange sounds. Wet sounds. Thumping sounds. A woman's voice. High. Broken. Crying.
He walked.
His bare feet padded against the dirt floor. He rubbed his eyes. He arrived at his mother's door. It was closed. But there was a gap at the bottom. Light flickered. Shadows moved.
He slowly opened it.
Just a crack.
Just enough to see.
His eyes widened.
His mother was on the bed. Or what was left of it. Her body was arched. Her back was bent like a bow. Beneath her, Raven's thick cock was pulling out of her pussy. The head was at the edge of her entrance. The lips clung to it. They were stretched. Pulled outward. Convex. White milk and juice poured from the gaping hole.
Then Raven slammed down.
PAH—
"KKKKHAAAAAAANNGHHHHHH~!!"
