Wednesday Addams was not happy.
Granted, Wednesday Addams was not known for being… happy. Despite how painfully cheerful the rest of her family could be at times, it was a rare thing for her to join them in their joy. It usually left her wondering if she'd remain alone for the remainder of her life.
Not that she'd have been bothered by it. Wednesday was more than happy to just be able to go about her life, doing her thing without being tied down by other people and their pesky emotions.
Something her brother seemed to have managed to get over, considering he'd gotten himself not just a wife, but a son. He'd even managed to get himself a lovely house by the countryside: a stately four-story manor that stood atop an ominous cliff overlooking jagged rocks. Wednesday would have almost been impressive if the rest of it had not been so damn bright.
Between the white-washed stones, the perpetually flowering gardens, and the clear skies leading up the driveway to the property's main gate, Wednesday felt like her brother had lost his edge.
Perhaps it was exactly what Pugsley wanted. Part of Wednesday looked back at the creative and mischievous thing that was her brother and wondered if annoying her like this was exactly why it had been her of all the people in their family that he'd asked to babysit his son while he and that wife of his went on a trip.
Not their parents, not any other one of their relatives. Her.
That she'd not been able to get out of it using some excuse just made things all the worse. She'd tried. She'd most definitely tried. But between her parents and everyone else that had been… willing but inconveniently unavailable, Wednesday had felt a little too peer-pressured into doing this.
Something she had every intention of getting back at them for. Pugsley especially.
"Glad you could make it, Wednesday," her brother said, a wide smile on his face that Wednesday still couldn't quite recognize. It wasn't the devious smirks of their youth. It was a look of unabashed joy. "And I really appreciate you taking the time to take care of young Alba."
Ugh.
Both the parents were gone shortly afterwards. Their driver taking them to the airports to who-knew-where. Wednesday couldn't have been bothered to ask about it, and she hadn't been paying attention to whatever that sister-in-law of hers was saying.
Instead her eyes were on the boy that'd be her prison for the next few weeks. Weeks. They wouldn't even have the house staff available, as Pugsley had decided to give them that time off as a vacation. A big reason for why Wednesday had felt so pressured to do this.
After all, who could brea to let little Alba stay at his house all alone.
Not like Wednesday Addams had anything to do right now. After all, she had commitments to nothing and no one. No work, no relationships, nothing. A far cry from everyone else. Ironic.
So now here she was, left along with her young nephew while the boy's father went off gallivanting around the world with his life and the house was emptied of everyone else.
Wednesday sighted, shaking her head.
"You should probably have lunch. Come."
~TtT~
There were no leftovers.
Wednesday had to cook everything from scratch. Very likely Wednesday would have to cook everything from scratch for the entirety of her stay here.
Her only alternative was to get stuff delivered or to go out and get takeout. But the nearest town was more than an hour's drive away, and it'd mean having to interact with… people. People. That… that was less something Wednesday was willing to do. And the fact that all of this had happened exactly when she'd be spending the next few weeks babysitting his son made her wonder if her brother had planned this.
And while she might not have necessarily called Pugsley the smarter of the two of them, messing with her this way was exactly something he'd do.
She'd be getting him back for this. One way or another.
The rest of the day winded on as a drawl. Alba was a smart child despite her expectations, and had been more than happy to do his own thing even though Wednesday had been asked to keep an eye on him at most times. Though she couldn't help but notice the boy was a little absent-minded at times, usually forgetting to get all of the toys he wanted to use before he started playing with them.
It was a production in itself, really. Seeing him pause midway through roleplaying only to look about before headed back to his toybox to fish something out.
Really, that should have been the warning for when Alba had to take a shower.
He was old enough to be able to do it by himself. Something Wednesday had been more than happy about since she'd never had experience with assisting someone else in bathing.
What she'd completely failed to pay attention to was whether the lad had brought his change of clothes with him when he went inside.
Something that she came to regret when he walked out of the bathroom stark naked to look for something to wear.
And then she saw… it.
Wednesday paused, eyes wide and mouth agape even though she'd have shanked anyone that dared imply she'd done such a thing at all. Still… she couldn't help it. After all, how did the boy keep that thing in his shorts?
It wasn't even hard yet.
Did it get bigger? She wanted to ask.
But the boy was rummaging through his drawers, fishing out his clothes, and was back in the bathroom before Wednesday could muster a word.
~TtT~
Wednesday couldn't sleep.
The boy had been happy to join her in the manor library for the remainder of the day, both of them only stepping to the kitchen so Wednesday could fix them something for dinner which they both ate at the breakfast book said kitchen was attached to.
All the while, she couldn't take her eyes off it. The space between his legs.
She'd put Alba to bed hours ago. He was just in the next room. Understandably, she'd been given the room closest to the boy. It wouldn't do for her to be too far away from him should anything happen in the middle of the night.
Which just meant that she was left thinking about it even as she stared at the too-dark ceiling of the guest room.
He was well-endowed. No, to say Alba was well-endowed was an understatement. A gross understatement. A boy his age had no business having a tool that size. How did he even manage to live a normal life with something that big? How'd his parents manage?
Wednesday loosed a shuddering breath, her whole body tingling as the image of it came back to her. It was girthier than her wrist. Did… did it thicken once it got hard? How much longer did it get?
She shivered. And as sleep crept up on her, the image of her nephew's cock remained with her.
~TtT~
It had been days.
It had been days and Wednesday couldn't get her mind off of it. She still saw it, almost every time she closed her eyes. She imagined it in her hands. The weight of it. Her mind dwelled on questions. The smell of him, the taste of him.
She'd woken up more than once to find herself imagining being beneath the boy as he filled her, her nightclothes ruined and the sheets sodden.
Despite it, Wednesday had managed to do as she'd been asked. She followed the schedule she'd been given: wake-up, breakfast, walks around the gardens for exercise, lunch, bath, nap time, then dinner. Some reading, then bed.
But it was during bath time that she'd always catch sight of it. When the boy walked out of his bathroom, still blissfully uncaring that his aunt was just watching him there.
Each time she saw it again, the image of it she saw in her dreams. And it worsened her fixation on it.
On the fourth day that it came to a head, after the dreams became too much. After she'd spent more time with cock on her mind than anything else.
Alba went for a bath. Wednesday joined him.
It was as she changed, as she was down to her underwear and she saw the reaction Alba had to her.
Young eyes went wide as he stared at her. Focused, transfixed. The boy seemed to shake in excitement. And, for the first time, Wednesday saw just how big that cock could get. He'd gotten a hardon watching his aunt.
He'd gotten a hardon seeing his aunt.
Wednesday shivered, a shuddering breath coming from between her lips before she knew what she was doing. Suddenly, Wednesday got a very good idea how she could get back at her brother.
"Alba…"
The boy stiffened at her words. Bright blue eyes raking up and down her half-dressed form as the last of her overclothes fell away.
Wednesday could feel it, feel his gaze. Like spots of hot fire scorching its way over her skin. From the curve of her lithe neck, down to her collarbone. Then to her tits. Her overflowing tits that had been trapped in a too-tight bra that somehow felt even tighter while Alba took in the sight of her.
He was devouring her with his gaze now. A bright pink tongue sticking out then licking his lips. The boy ravened like a beat, almost terrifying despite the small package he was wrapped in.
She shivered despite herself. Despite knowing better than to be intimidated by this… by this boy.
But her body didn't care. Her body didn't care that she was supposed to be the aggressor here, or that it had been she that had come up with the plan. Warmth suffused her skin, an unfamiliar flush coming to her cheeks that Wednesday hadn't felt for anyone even the boys she'd been interested in when she'd been younger. A heat pooled at the base of her belly and she found herself pressing her thighs together without intending to. Shuddering before her nephew.
Unbecoming.
Anger fought against the building arousal, cold calculation doing its best to take control.
Wednesday was the older of the two of them. She was who would take the lead. Wednesday would allow nothing less.
"Like what you see, little Alba?"
She smirked, cocked her hip one way and did her best to not fall to the floor as her knees threatened to buckle. Wednesday bent forward. She bent low, low enough that the young lad could get a deep view into her tightly-packed cleavage, see the freckles that contrasted strongly against her very pale skin.
Wednesday's charm was on display. A rare thing, a once-in-a-lifetime event, almost. She could count on one hand when she'd turned-up the charm for any of her previous lovers.
It was uncomfortable, really. She hated it. But she doubted the boy would be interested if she'd been her usual self.
His cock twitched. Wednesday, too, licked her lips at the sight of it.
Alba nodded, whimpering.
Good.
It was time to go on the offensive.
"That looks like it hurts." She whispered, her voice almost gentle. Leaning down, she reached for him… reached for it, "Would you like me to help you?"
Her knees threatened to buckle again when she felt the heat of him. An almost stark contrast to the cold tiles of the bathroom, and the crisp air that filled the room when she'd first entered the room with Alba.
Now it was muggy, heady. Warm enough that she could feel a thin sheen of sweat begin to form on her forehead. And the smell of him, it filled her head with a fog that left Wednesday feeling pleasantly buzzed. Whether it was because Alba had been running about in the gardens outside or because of the summer heat, the smell of his sweat had almost fermented in his pants. It was strong. Strong enough that she could taste it in the air.
"A… Alba?"
Once more the cock twitched. Wednesday liked to imagine that the boy nodded, but her attention had been drawn to it in its entirety. Everything else fell away. There was only his cock.
It was molten, like liquid fire was bound by veiny dick-flesh. Despite it, Wednesday was surprised at the firmness beneath the skin. Even when she tried to squeeze she barely felt any give.
Alba moaned.
Wednesday shuddered. Whimpered.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Even then she couldn't help but tease her hand up and down the boy's length, feeling bump, every vein, every ridge. Turgid.
Wednesday was in control. She was in control. Wednesday Addams was always in control.
"Like, that, do you?" Her voice was almost monotone. Not the best, but it was familiar, and that would be enough. "Do you enjoy it when auntie Wednesday is touching you?"
Alba loosed a breath, a full-body shake overcoming him. Part of her was worried the boy would collapse to the floor, something that would make what she had in mind more difficult on account of how she was already kneeling on the cold tiles - tiles that weren't cold enough - so she'd be level with him.
"Warm…" was what he had to say on the matter, wide blue eyes locked to where her hand held his length and tracking up and down as she built up the pace of her fledgeling handjob, "So… Hmmm… So soft."
She set a steady pace, more focused on drawing out the child's pleasure as Wednesday did her best to get herself under control. And it worked, to some degree. She felt her breathing steady and her mind clear even just a little bit. She'd wished she'd become completely lucid, but it was a struggle to do that without completely killing her libido.
And besides, there was something about catching the taste of the boy in the air whenever she tried to lick her lips. Something that tightened the growing ball of iron at the base of her belly and added to the wetness she was feeling in her slowly soaking panties. If she looked down Wednesday was sure she'd find a darker patch on the black lingerie.
Her throat, too. Tasting him in the air made her mouth feel… empty.
So she leaned down. Lower.
"I think you're going to enjoy this, little Alba."
The smell of him filled her, once more clouded her mind and sent tingles all over her skin before her lips made contact with the rubbery flesh of his cockhead.
His taste filled her, and Wednesday couldn't help but let out a moan as her tongue slathered at the underside of him. A drop of flavor exploded in her mouth. Precum. She swallowed it down without a thought. Alba moaned, too. Small hands instinctively grabbing for his aunt's pigtails and thrusting himself forward just a bit.
But that little thrust of his was a catalyst to something more. To Wednesday letting her instincts take over. Something that overpowered what little control she'd manage to retake of her body and the situation.
When Alba thrust forward, so did she. And down, down, down she went, until she felt the head of his cock pressing against the entrance to her throat. Instead of the usual discomfort, however, Wednesday felt excitement. Hunger.
It was with that feeling that she pushed onward, clenching her eyes shut as that too-large cockhead pried open her throat and pushed its way down her gullet.
By the time her lips pressed to the base of the boy's cock, all Wednesday felt was triumph. And an intoxication that she could only attribute to a lack of air.
Despite it being against everything that made her herself, she cheered. Her shout came as vibrations from deep in her throat and into Alba's cocks, the boy letting loose a whine as, finally, his legs gave out from beneath him and he fell backward unto the bathroom floor.
It was like having a pole be dragged out from inside her, so girthy he was. Wednesday's head tried to follow, the insides of her throat did, too. That he hadn't fully been pulled out of her mouth even after falling into a sit was a testament to the boy's length, one that Wednesday was eager to have back down her windpipe again.
She coughed, throatslop falling out of her mouth and running down Alba's shaft as she caught her breath. She'd been down - had him all the way to the base - for… for seconds…
Lipstick. A dark contrast to the already-darker skin of his privates. A ring of black danced around the base of him while slime covered everything above it. Strings of throatslop connected to her lips that Wednesday could feel tugging at somewhere in the depths of her esophagus. It was a story told at a glance. Part of her wished she'd had her phone on her to take a picture.
"Did… Ahhh… Did you like that, little Alba?"
Wednesday didn't recognize her voice. It was rough, raspy. Distant.
Alba didn't answer. Blue eyes wide, entranced like she was with him and his cock except he was instead fixated on her mouth, on what connected them. His pupils dilated, his mouth slightly ajar. He was excited.
So was she.
The ball at her core was winding tighter, her hips thrust forward instinctively despite the lack of direct stimulus. Wednesday swallowed.
Once more, she dove in.
She must have looked like an animal, on hands and knees while her head bobbed up and down. Wednesday wanted to go slow, she'd planned to go slow. But her belly was ablaze and her throat itched somewhere deep, somewhere fingers couldn't reach. And each time she'd managed to scratch it with the oversized head of his cock, it only seemed to itch some more.
Gurgling and gagging filled the air of the bathroom as she fucked her face down into Alba's fuckpillar - fuckpillar. This child had no business having a fuckpillar.
The sounds bounced around the inside of her head. Her vision blurred from the splashback of his precum, her spit, and more of the slop he dragged out from inside her throat. It blinded her, got in her eyes, covered her hair, and dripped down her chin to seep between her breasts as they hung straight down and pressed against the cold tiles on every downstroke.
A cold that was starting to have an effect on her, too. Her nipples had hardened, turned into stiff peaks that were pushed backwards into her titflesh as she squished them between herself and the floor. It sent tingles down her spine and moan bubbling from the back of her throat.
Moans Alba felt as he whimpered before whispering:
"Some-... Ahhh… Something's coming… Auntie-"
Wednesday knew what it was even though the boy might not, and she couldn't really tell him without pulling herself back from his cock.
She refused to pull herself from his cock. Even her pussy, too-empty for her liking, went neglected. Her arousal was coming so thickly that it had forgone running down her thighs and had instead come down as a waterfall of cunt syrup, forming a growing puddle that had already reached her spread knees.
Alba had been bottomed-out when it finally happened, one, two, maybe three strokes after his almost pained whisper. He came.
It was like a hose had been opened down her gullet. A deluge of semen flowed from his cockhead while Wednesday felt everything from her lips down to the discharging cockhead in her esophagus throbbing with each shot he fired into her tummy.
The heat hit right through her belly, the wound-up and blazing core rupturing. With one of her senses stifled, it was like a star had gone off in her womb. She came.
She screamed into his cock, legs buckling and the rest of her body falling flat into the puddle of bitch-juice she'd created. A spray of girlcum, misted between her and the tiled floor, covered her lower half in a layer of scorching lava while molten sludge was pumped directly into her stomach.
Wednesday had cum. She'd cum from sucking cock and without at all having touching herself.
Just the feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of his penis's flesh in her overstimulated and mired mind had been enough.
But he didn't stop. Wednesday didn't know how long he'd been cumming for, but she could feel her stomach getting heavier with each spurt of semen he pumped into her. Each one adding to the last and pushing further down any he'd already forced into her.
And each time his sludge-like load moved inside her, she felt her body break down into another shuddering orgasm, one rolling over into the next.
She'd lost herself to it.
Wednesday… wasn't in control, was she?
By the time Alba had finally finished - or seemed to, at least - Wednesday could feel how full she was. Her stomach had distended, joined her tits in being squished against the now warm and arousal-slick tiles of her nephew's bathroom.
She still couldn't see, her face still covered in her own throatslime. But her limbs didn't quite have the strength to move yet. Instead, her trembling fingers held his spread thighs.
Meanwhile, she could still feel it: how hard he was, how he throbbed inside her. And Wednesday could feel the itch in the back of her throat. She wanted more. Alba wanted more.
The boy groaned as she started moving again, his aunt only able to bob her head as she did her level best to coax another load from him.
Alba whimpered, groaned.
Wednesday wept.
~TtT~
Wednesday didn't know how many times she'd sucked Alba off.
Alba came, Wednesday came. She half-passed out from having what might have been half a liter of cum pumped directly into her stomach. Then she came-to seconds later and started sucking him off again. How she managed that she didn't quite know, but she did. Her eyes opened, her nose and mind filled with her nephew's overpowering musk, and the taste of his semen on the back of her tongue.
And despite it all, her body drove her onward. So suck some more, to eat more of his cum, to fill herself with him.
She was a mess now. Alba was a fire hose. When he came, he came a lot.
Her stomach was filled, her throat was filled. Almost to overflowing, really.
with how distended her belly had become, there was just no space left for her nephew's semen to go. So it went everywhere else. It had covered her face, it had come out of her nostrils. Her eyes had gone from being glued shut with throatslop to being glued shut with throatslop and cum.
But the biggest change came from Alba, himself.
The first time he'd cum, Wednesday had felt him turn to jelly above her. His whole body had gone limp save the twitching and shaking that overcame the both of them.
"Too much…" he's said, gasping. Overstimulation got the better of him as Wednesday gripped at his cock before he'd truly recovered. The boy tried to open his mouth, tried to speak, but all that came was a wordless groan.
He got used to it, though. And that was where the change happened. Alba began to thrust into her mouth. Shallowly at first, starting only with what felt like little twitches of his hips each time Wednesday pushed herself towards the base of his cock.
Eventually, he grew more bold. His little hands twined through her hair and he kept her plastered to his crotch as he fucked up into her gullet while he stuffed her with his cum. Small fingers wrapping around her loose hair, hair she'd let-down for their planned bath.
Alba moaned, sometimes leaning into her hair with his smaller frame and taking deep whiffs of her, sometimes even stroking her scalp almost affectionately as he began to treat her mouth and throat like an onahole.
Part of Wednesday had been surprised. She didn't think her sweet, sweet nephew to have been capable of being this… callous. But Wednesday also wondered if this was a child's foolish ignorance made manifest. Where his focus was entirely on what felt good for him, and he focused only on that, uncaring for how his aunt felt.
Despite that, Wednesday couldn't help but tremble at the idea of being used with so little regard.
But eventually she simply couldn't take it anymore. Lightheaded as she was, even she could tell that her mouth, throat, and stomach simply couldn't take any more semen. She felt how tightly-packed she'd become with all the loads Alba had stuffed into her.
And it had come to fruition as she felt her body protest as the boy came one more time. A deluge of white that flowed out of her mouth just as much as it tried to flow in. There was simply nowhere left for the child's baby batter to go.
It must have startled her nephew, too, as he let her go when some of his own sludge-like sperm began to come down his cock in a thin layer before Wednesday set herself up on her knees.
Molten fire ran down her body like a river. It's movement was slow and crawling. Wednesday's hand reached up to touch it, felt the thickness of it, the way it clung to her skin and shone with the brightness of a star to her cum-drunk senses. She followed the trail of it, the way it curved down her chin, followed the path of her bobbing throat as it continued to try and swallow what it could. Down to her trembling collar and between her heaving, slime-covered tits.
She touched the hefty mounds, idly rubbed the fresh layer of her nephew's cum into it, and enjoyed the way it made her skin tingle and her body shake. Wednesday licked her lips.
~TtT~
Alba loved having his cock in between her tits.
Wednesday could feel it in the way his cock twitched, the way it throbbed. His little gasping moans as he reached out and touched her plump flesh.
He got into it, too. The boy squeezed her nipples, twisted them. Leaned down to bite at her stiff nubs.
She loved it. She loved all of it.
The woman had cum from it, from feeling the way he played with her body as he might one of his toys. Abused her, even. He mauled her titflesh with his little hands, and yanked at her whenever he wanted her to go faster. Shuddering, lost in just how good all of it felt to her, Wednesday obeyed.
Even with her tits, Alba was a monster. He came and came and came covered her in his load and drawing mind-shattering orgasms from her… somehow.
Wednesday couldn't understand it. Couldn't comprehend. But anything the boy did. Anything. All of it seemed to just drive her mad with lust.
And Wednesday was not in control. Even if she had started on top, even if she was older and physically stronger. When Alba wanted something, she surrendered.
The boy grew impatient, as many boys his age did, and when it had taken too long for the aunt to go back to stroking him with her cum-lubricated tits, he'd pushed her unto her back and clambered atop her. His young hips thrust into the underside of her her breasts, the sound of a lithe body slapping against fatty flesh.
By the time he'd finally finished with her, she was covered in more semen than anything else. And steeped in a puddle of her own shame.
~TtT~
She slept in his room that night.
There… there hadn't even been a discussion. Once they'd finished with dinner and she'd gotten the dishes sorted, she'd followed her nephew to his room.
Wednesday was on top of him now. Stripped of all clothing as she crouched right below his hardening cock. Her spit seeped down from her tongue, drawing a long, thin line of glistening honey as it landed on his hardening member. Her hands did the rest of the work, teasting, caressing, and eventually stroking him to full length while she periodically cradled his balls.
It still terrified her to see just how large it had gotten, especially now that it was twitching right next to her belly. Wednesday could see how deep it would go, how the head of his cock flopped against the area above her navel as it twitched.
This wasn't a threat about how deep it could go. It was a promise.
But Wednesday couldn't stop herself. Much less when she heard her nephew whimper beneath her. Young hips thrust upward with the stroke of her spit-slick hands, his length fully lathered with her fluids. It would have been so easy for her to once again lean down, and down, and down…
Her empty pussy protested, twitched, clenched around empty air that reminded her of how much she needed to be filled. She hadn't even needed to use her spit to lubricate her nephew's cock. Wednesday could feel how her honeyed lips seeped with need, felt the rivers of fire trailing down her widespread thighs.
The next time Alba thrust into the air in half-controlled excitement, Wednesday did the same. Both their whimpers filling the too-silent room in an orgy to the senses.
"Ah… Auntie…"
Wednesday felt her whole body lurch at the need in her nephew's voice. Clenching her dark eyes shut, she lifted herself over it and… dropped.
Pain. Pleasure.
She'd cum from that sensation alone. The way Alba split her open. Her nephew was simply too big for her, and she'd once again lost control of her body. Nerves sent signals in rapid-fire up her spine, legs and back twitching while her hands did their best to hold on to… something to anchor her to the world while she fought to keep at least her mind even as she knew that she wasn't in charge any more.
But… But Wednesday had realized something else as she began to ride the boy's cock: she hadn't managed to bottom out. Her weight rested on his turgid length, a quarter of it still beyond the grasp of her drooling honeypot even though she could already feel his spongy cockhead knocking at the door to her cervix. Deeper than anyone had ever been.
Wednesday didn't know when she'd been put on her back after that. There were no illusions to her now. Not since their encounter in the bathroom hours ago.
Alba was in control, not her.
And her nephew wanted to be on top of her, thrusting down into her. Her nephew called the shots.
He fucked her like an animal. He was young and hungry, and new to the experience, and had the stamina of a boy his age with twice the appetite.
Thick and angry and relentless he pounded into her from above. Strike after strike driving deep into her folds and threatening the door to her womb while all Wednesday could do was scream into the night about how good it was, and how well he was doing. All while she wrapped her arms around her own legs to keep herself folded like a pretzel for him, to give him better access to her surrendering hole.
Again and again and again and again and again.
Stars filled Wednesday's vision, her world turning more white sparks than anything and her ears filled with the sound of her wet squelches as she was used by the boy.
And eventually, her body did surrender. One strike too many and she felt it happen: his cockhead had spread-open her battered cervix.
Wednesday felt the fountain she'd turned into when it happened. A torrent of girlcum splashed between the two of them as she felt her insides tighten from the way he stretched her beyond any reasonable limit.
"You're…" Her voice was a soft and distant wail, less recognizable to her than the weight of his cock settling in the tented depths of her conquered womb. "You're fucking my soul, Alba…"
When he finally came, the first time of many in her clenched depths, Wednesday's vision turned white.
At least before he fucked her back into consciousness only to do it again.
~TtT~
Alba hadn't known that he could fuck his aunt's asshole.
Of course, it had been Wednesday that had taught him about it.
It had been a mistake. If not for the boy's sake, then for her own. Alba had stuffed her practically to bursting. When he'd finally deigned to drag himself out of her spasming depths, Wednesday's womb had been stretched enough that she'd looked pregnant from the amount of cum alone.
She'd cradled it as she felt some of it flow out of her, a thick river of almost jelly-like sperm that Wednesday knew threatened to make her pregnant in truth.
But still she felt she had more to offer, even as she'd fallen limp and could barely get her twitching limbs beneath her. Wednesday had gotten on her knees and arched her back to present one more hole to her endowed nephew.
She didn't know if Alba had been looking. She didn't know if Alba had hesitated. All she knew was when she'd reached behind herself, took both her tender asscheeks in her hands and spread herself before the boy that was slowly taking over her life, he'd taken the chance.
Wednesday had never believed in anal sex being able to pleasure a girl. It hadn't worked for her with any of her past partners, and she hadn't expected it to work here. Still, somewhere deep within her, the woman knew that this was necessary. That she needed to present all off herself to this boy. She was his now. His to own, his to take, his to use.
And to fully use his aunt, Alba needed to know all of her.
But it hadn't been a sacrifice of her pleasure for his own.
Her womb was crushed behind the girth of her nephew's member, her guts rearranged to accommodate the boy's monster cock. Semen shot out of her abused pussy like a fountain, girlcum and baby-making sludge splashing against the inside of her thighs as her strength left her and her mind was set ablaze with electric starlight.
Pressed down on from behind, her clit throbbed, somehow. In a way the woman couldn't understand - would never understand. Bolts of lightning shooting into the tiny nub of overstimulated flesh from behind as her flattened womb sent her unraveled core into an abyss of pleasure so deep Wednesday would never come out of.
She'd screamed a wordless scream, muffled by the sheets of her nephew's too-small bed as she lost what little strength she'd had left. All her senses retreated inward, the world fell away.
And she was consumed by it. By the boy she'd sought to use as petty revenge against her brother instead taking her as his.
Wednesday came. She came and came and came. The woman didn't know how many times her nephew had fucked her after that, her world had faded into white and her senses were dominated by his heat, the texture of his flesh, and the shocks he sent into her very bones as he plundered every one of her holes for his young and then-unknown pleasure.
She'd created a monster. Her monster.
~TtT~
The remainder of the week had been spent in a haze of debauchery.
Wednesday had continued her duties as the boy's babysitter. Something the lad had been smart enough to allow her to do lest they waste away without anyone else there to take care of them.
But when his aunt wasn't making sure he was fed and cleaned and rested, Alba had started to take the lead. He'd made demands of her, ordered her to touch him as he liked, to serve him as he liked.
She didn't know if the boy had planned it, but some of the days near the end Wednesday had spent eating and drinking more cum than anything else. Every one of her holes filled to the brim with so much of the child's semen that Wednesday could feel the rivers of fire leading into the center of her tormented flesh-body.
And Alba didn't seem too bothered when his well-worn aunt could no longer handle him, either. More than happy to use Wednesday until he was pleased with himself before he'd collapse into his bed to sleep.
One morning, Wednesday had even found herself waking in a puddle of… liquid sex one morning. She'd been covered in so much of his cum that she hadn't been able to open her eyes. Alba had kicked her off the bed at some point when he'd finished with her. A casual act of callous cruelty that Wednesday hadn't thought the boy capable of before all this had started.
It hadn't been a one-of thing, either, as he'd later forced her to suck on his cock while he had breakfast before he half-strangled her with his length as he came. He'd left her collapsed on the tiles of the breakfast nook afterwards, covered in his load when she'd almost drowned in it.
Wednesday had cum. From his disregard or her shame, she didn't know.
But what she did know was that she'd loved it. Loved how well-used her body was, sore and strained, and wrung dry. Her heart, too, from how he seemed to treat her as less and less like a person and more and more like a collection of holes to warm his cock.
So much so that when her brother had finally returned after what felt like an eternity of a vacation, Wednesday had felt her heart sing when her nephew spoke of how much fun he'd had with his aunt.
And as sky-blue eyes stared at her with a hunger she'd gotten only too familiar with, Wednesday felt her whole body shudder as she stood at the threshold of the door.
Even as rivers of his semen flowed slowly down her legs, hidden beneath the thick skirt of her dress. Wednesday smiled. Smiled.
"He's such a sweet boy, Pugsly. I'd be happy to take care of him again. Anytime."
When she saw her nephew grin at her, she came. Her knees shook, and she had to take hold of the doorframe to keep herself standing. She was so very glad that her brother didn't notice.
But her nephew didn't. Sky-blue eyes
She couldn't wait to have some alone time with him again.