Gay Sex In Haunted House Pt 2

Isaac’s fat cock sprang to attention. Willem went down on the soft pink head with a wet and slobbery kiss. He roughly cradled the shaved pink balls.
Part 1
His mother’s hand was on his shoulder. The woman was tall, fierce in a way that many had a hard time describing. Her hair was fire-red. Her eyes had a ring of silver around the pupil, very close, very thin. She was dressed in boxers and a tank top, her breasts were sagging and flat from so many children, but she still looked regal as a queen.
“Wake up, Willem. It’s time.”
The boy yawned and rolled over.
“Willem, it’s nearly midnight, and there’s a new moon. We need to get this done tonight. Your birthday is in a few days, we will never get another chance.”
“Mommy?” The boy whispered sleepily, rubbing his eyes with one small uncoordinated fist. “What are we doing?”
The woman gently kissed his tussled dark head. “I’m going to make you strong, sweetie. I’m going to make you a hero.”
He rolled out of bed, pawing sleepily at his eyes. His faded Muppet Babies pajamas were worn at the knees and elbows, a few inches above his pale ankles.
“Come on, sweetie. I’ll get you some Graham crackers and milk when we’re done. It wont take very long at all.”
“Kay Mommy.” Willem murmured.
They went down to the kitchen, and Willem eyed the chaos boredly. Mommy was always drawing things on the floors and the walls. He had gotten in trouble at kindergarden for drawing some of them in his pictures. The principal had called Mommy, talking about what sounded like ‘Satan war ship.’
Willem had asked Mommy if that was a new TV show, because it sounded awesome.
The dining room table had been shoved into the kitchen. A huge basic pentagram had been carved into...