A Futa Mom's punishment

- thereshegoes123 - Literotica

	
- Part 1 - A futa Mother is pushed too far. Naughty boys get punished.

	"Jonathon!"

	Mum's voice echoed up the stairs.

	Honestly, can't she just leave me alone?

	Jon keeps his eyes fixed on the enemy he's smashing over the head with his enchanted axe, and the monster keels over with a decapitating swing. *SWISH*. Another hits the deck as he charges through the gates of the sheer, spiky castle, crashing through hordes of brutish figures with haphazard armour and shuffling gates. A taller figure emerges from the darkness, carrying a blade the length of a person, and a deep, booming laugh filters through the rusted grill of it's helmet.

	"JONATHON!"

	Damn, a decayed knight. Jon charges headlong into him and the blade hits his character full in the torso. There is a moment of frustration as his health bar plunges down, and he tries to aim for the warrior's head in a desperate open blow. The knight side-steps and runs him through with his blade, and his character groans as he falls to the floor, blood spewing over the grey cobblestones as he dies.

	"JONATHON, I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

	Jon let's out a grunt. Guess he'd have to show that knight who's boss. His mouth hangs open in a gormless expression as he punches in the cheat code for invincibility, snickering as he relaunches the game before barrelling through the hordes of enemies to get to his prize.

	Footsteps on the stairs.

	Once more, the knight. The laughter emerges again, but this time Jonathon knows the outcome will be different. He barrels in and begins hacking away at the knight as the knight slashes at his head and neck, decapitating Jonathon multiple times with little to no effect whatsoever. Jonathon grins as the enemy's health bar rapidly diminishes whilst his remains fully green.

	*BANG*

	The door shot open and Jonathon nearly peed himself as his Mum burst into the room, her Hazel eyes ringed with dark fury as she jabbed the power button to his Xbox and turned to face him.

	"MOOOOM!" Jonathon screamed.

	Her round cheeks and long, autumn-brown hair made her beautiful in an earthy way, but today her luscious lips were clamped together in statuesque lines, and her smooth temple had the edge of a vein outlined against her light freckled skin.

	"How many damn times do I need to take this thing away from you before you DO YOUR CHORES!?"

	She towered over him, and her huge breasts were barely covered by a white, low cut top which was being tortured under the strain of containing her wonderful assets.

	"Shit Mom, just let me finish this fucking level!" said Jon indignantly, whilst locking eyes with her breasts as he often did.

	Matilda's cheeks went red as she watched him openly ogling her body, but she contained herself. "I told you not to use that language in this house." Jon watched sulkily as she grabbed the wires and roughly unplugged the console, hooking it under her arm.

	"Fuck Mom, you're such a bitch."

	Matilda paused at the door as she was about to walk out.

	"What did you say to me?" Her voice had gone deadly quiet but Jon didn't notice the warning signs.

	"I said you're a bitch," he said, folding his arms and turning his sleek red and black gamer's chair in her direction.

	"Oh really."

	She turned and placed the Xbox delicately back in it's place, and Jonathon peeled his eyes in victory.

	"Yeah Mom, just let me know when dinner's ready," he said in a light, smug voice.

	Matilda padded softly to the door and turned the key, locking the door. Jon watched in confusion as she took the key in her hand and strode past him, resting her large, curvy ass, two ripe melons contained within the constrictive blue of her jeans, onto his bed. This was not usually the way these arguments went. Usually she stormed out with his Xbox and he had to actually DO his stupid fucking chores.

	"Uh Mom... You can go now," he said, as if it was obvious that she had made a mistake and left herself on the wrong side of his bedroom door. He watched in even more confusion as she reached over to the window next to his bed and locked that as well. What was she going to do, spank him like he was twelve years old? He chuckled at the thought.

	She gestured to the bed and patted it, smiling now. Jonathon rolled his eyes, but he guessed it was worth having to listen to another bullshit talk again if it made her leave. He'd done it enough times before anyhow.

	He slogged over to the bed and rested his bubble butt on it. He wasn't fat, and definitely wasn't athletic in the slightest, and his diet mostly consisted of Mum's healthy food, despite the chocolate bars and crisps he tried to sneak in whenever he could.

	He looked up into her eyes (their height difference was considerable) and noted that her face was quite close, plus she seemed to be pushing her chest out so that her huge tits were tantalisingly within reach. Jonathon's breathing became a little deeper.

	"Darling... I think maybe we've both been a little tense recently," she said, and her voice was sultry, smooth like the petal of a rose. "Perhaps we just need to help... relieve each other's stress a little." Her words seemed intimate, like they were stroking his cheek with each syllable, and suddenly she was running her hand down his face, lazily sliding a long finger across his smooth lips. Jonathon's blue eyes had turned into saucers, as all his bedtime fantasies pushed themselves to the forefront of his mind.

	"Yeah bitch," he breathed, and Matilda's jaw clenched for a moment, but she was back to being smooth as butter in a flash.

	"Oooh yes I'm such a... bitch." She forced the last word out, before quickly placing a hand on the inside of his thigh. Her hand was warm, and hints of her unusual strength showed in the way her fingers clamped down tight, her little finger stroking a hair's breadth from the tiny bulge forming in his tracksuit bottoms. Jon began panting now, and his confidence was starting to waver as the situation took a turn into uncharted territory. Matilda slowly, delicately, began to push him onto the bed, until he was lying in front of her.

	"Mom," whispered Jonathon, the fear in his voice undermined by the tiny tent raging in his underpants.

	"Yes darling?" she asked, a smirk on her face as she hooked her fingers into his boxers and slid everything below the waist off of his body. Jon's response stuck in his throat as his cock bounced out from the fabric prison, a baby carrot jutting out proudly as if waiting for the 'world's smallest cock' medal. A snort of laughter slipped from Matilda's lips. Jonathon clutched uncomfortably to the only remaining piece of clothing he still had on, his ironic T-Shirt with SuperMario in the style of Che Guevara.

	"What Mom, why are you laughing?" he said in an angry, whiny voice.

	"Oh darling," she said, still trying to hold in her obvious derision at seeing his hard penis. "It's just... you know, I thought you might be a grower." She can barely contain herself, a pitying smile on her face as she runs her hands up and down his girly thighs. Jon let's out a snort of indignation that belies the shame coursing through him. "But that's okay." Her words turn from vinegar to honey in an instant. "I think it's sexy."

	Jon squirmed uncomfortably, but her eyes were hungry now. He'd seen her like this occasionally. When he bent over sometimes she would stare, and once she had come home slightly drunk and hugged him for a really long time, his head pressed into her cleavage. He had wanked a lot to that memory.

	Matilda rubbed one hand up his thigh and onto his cock, and the touch sent a shiver up his spine. "Get your fucking shirt off," she breathed, and Jonathon was shocked by the fact she had used a swear word in front of him. His Mom never swore. He scrabbled to remove it from his body, and when he had done so he looked down at his Mom already encircling her hand tight around the shaft, which was so small the head couldn't be seen from her fist. She adjusted with a smirk so that only two fingers and her thumb were encircled around it, and then she slowly, agonizingly jerked. A wheedling, whining sound emerged from Jonathon as she began to pump at his manhood, barely worthy of the title as it throbbed under the experienced movements of Matilda. A sound like custard being squished became stuck in a loop as she wanked her son's cock, making his nipples stand on end, goosebumps going up his entire torso.

	"Who's a naughty boy," said Matilda, bringing her lips teasingly towards his dick.

	Jonathon's heart was going haywire, like it was going to thump so hard it would burst out of his chest. He didn't respond as she increased the tempo of her judicious, pleasure giving fingers, wrist vibrating up and down so his cock could receive unfettered stimulation.

	"Do you think I should give you your punishment, my naughty slut?" she said, her voice acidic, her face so close to his cock that she could feel her warm breath flutter around his pee-hole.

	"YES!" begged Jonathon. Her hand became almost a blur of movement, and he could feel that glorious rising sensation inside, like a kettle coming to boiling point. His legs shook and he let out an odd strangled "Ugh," as he tried to pump his hips into her pleasure-giving hand.

	He was so close that he didn't notice Matilda slipping a finger into her mouth, lathering it in spit. All at once a series of things happened. First, Matilda brought her wet finger underneath Jon and immediately plunged it into his open buttcrack. He whined in anger and fear at her sudden intrusion, but immediately her tongue whipped out and grazed the top of his cock, spit flying all over it as she released a large glob of saliva that poured onto his dick as she jerked, making the sound wet and filthy. This would have sent him immediately over the edge, had the sudden release not also relaxed his tightened anus, and Matilda forced the nasty, wet digit (her middle finger no less), right up inside him.

	"WOAH, What the fuck Mom!" he squealed in surprise and pain, even as she plunged her face onto his dick, making him swoon and grimace in equal measure.

	"What the fuck?" he breathed as she began to give him his first, and best, ever blowjob, even as her finger wiggled viciously inside him. "Ugh." He keened as her warm mouth collapsed around his aching dick, the wetness and suction sending his senses haywire, whilst her evil left hand began to work another digit into his screaming butthole.

	"Fuck Mom, s... sto... He couldn't finish the sentence, because every time he got close to saying 'stop', Matilda moaned hard into his dick, causing vibrations to run deep into his body, emanating from the source of pleasure that was his Mother's mouth. Her free hand snaked up and clasped a nipple, and he mewled as she attacked it, roughly pinching and squeezing. The second finger was already driving into his puckered anus, and he had never felt as helpless as this before. He hated that his Mom was getting inside him and controlling him like he was a woman, but he also didn't want her to stop making him feel so fucking good.

	"fuck, fuck," he whimpered as her second finger found a home inside him, and she began to use both digits to finger him like guys finger girls in porn, a brutal drilling motion that left his knees waggling in the air, as her whirling hurricane of a mouth laid waste to his cock, sucking up every little bit of pre-cum that was teased from his slit, tongue slathering over his tender skin.

	"Mom, Fuck!" he cried out as her fingers hit something which made his back lurch forwards. Then everything stopped. His cock, nipple and butthole were suddenly struck by a complete lack of movement, and he groaned as she pulled her fingers free of his ass, some of her spit sliding out of the ring as they came unstuck with a wet *pop*. Her face came off of his desperate shaft, and she stood up from Jonathon who was almost pleading with his expression for her to continue.

	"Mom... Mom come on, I'm so close."

	She bit her lip.

	"Oh I know sweetheart, but Mommy is going to get it tonight." With that she stood up from him and grabbed her shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. Jon's eyes grew wide again as he took in the sight of his mother wearing a huge black bra with frilly lace lining. She smiled at his obvious yearning for her breasts and decided not to waste time, reaching behind her and fiddling with something. Jon watched as she unlatched the bra and it fell to the floor. His Mom's tits came free in all their arousing glory. Pointed nipples, like eye-catching peaks on a smooth horizon, jutted from the huge white globes, and she brought a finger to one, slowly rubbing the nub.

	Jon was captivated by the way her nipples flicked back to their militant salute with each little flick and nudge, the way her tits pressed together with a soft crevasse between them, enticing him in. Matilda continued to play with herself, moaning softly.

	"Fuck Mom, just finish me off bitch," he pleaded, grabbing his own dick and trying to get himself back that place she had found and failing. Matilda narrowed her eyes, and it took a few seconds this time for her expression to sweeten again. "Of course sweetheart... Just close your eyes," she said moving her hands to her jeans. Jonathon huffed but closed his eyes. He could hear her pulling her trousers down and opened one eye slowly. She had turned away from him, and he spied her bouncing butt as it slipped free of the blue material, huge globes just begging to be squeezed. He moaned and Matilda's head whipped round. "No peaking," she said warningly.

	"Whatever bitch," said Jonathon under his breath, and he might have heard a sound like grinding teeth as he closed his eyes, but maybe he just imagined it. He waited, irritated at having to wait even longer to see the pussy that was going to make his dreams come true, when he heard her fiddling with some of the cables of his xbox. He was about to open his eyes but a large hand settled on his face, preventing him from seeing why she was messing with his stuff. The hand was so warm... She was sliding her other hand up his chest... Grabbing an arm... both his arms... And pulling them up to the metal headboard. Holy shit, was she trying to tie his hands? He murmured in protest. He was the man here, she should be the bitch getting tied up, not him! Suddenly the hand covering his face had joined the other hand lashing his wrists tight... really tight, up against the headboard.

	"HEY, Mom what the fuck are you doing you dumb bitch!" shouted Jon as she knotted something around his hands, binding them to one of the metal struts at the top of his bed. He looked up and saw one of his xbox cables, twisted out of all recognition, probably broken, and firmly cinched around his wrists so that he could barely move. "What the fuck Mom, you're breaking MY STUFF!" His vision now free he could see that she was leant on all fours over him, and her facial expression was one of triumphant fury. She said nothing as she knelt in between his legs, casting a large shadow that enveloped him. Her huge tits were inches from his chest, and he was almost rendered speechless by the gorgeous woman on top of him. Almost.

	"Wow Mom... take this off me, this is the dumbest thing you've ever done," he muttered. "You can't even have sex right, just let me off so I can fuck you, dumb bitch." That would have been the final straw if he hadn't already pushed her over the edge, and Matilda kept her mouth firmly shut, not answering as the edges of her lips flickering upwards in a demented smile. And that's when he felt it.

	Something big had come into contact with his petite member, something heavy, sliding along it. Jonathon peered down and saw what looked like a pink-headed alien laid against his skin, a giant, fleshy staff. It throbbed, bouncing slightly into the air, and the weight of it slapping back down against his belly made his fingers go numb, and sweat worm it's way onto his brow. It had the same skin colour as his Mother.

	"M... Mom," he whispered.

	"Yes... bitch?" she uttered, emphasising each syllable like a hammer blow. The two words, and the giant horse cock pressing against him, made Jonathon realise that he had badly misjudged the situation.

	"Mom... Mom I'll... I'll do the chores," he whispered, lips quivering.

	"Are you sure?" she asked in a mocking, admonishing tone. "Because it seems like we've done this dance before." She swooped down and stuck her tongue in his mouth, and Jon moaned into the deep kiss. His brain was everywhere... and her mouth felt amazing anyway. They kissed deeply and passionately, but Jon was extremely aware of the log digging into his stomach. When Matilda eventually broke the kiss Jon was panting.

	"I think I have a new idea for how to train you," she said smirking. She got on her knees and suddenly her thick weapon was swaying closer and closer to the tip of his nose, with two huge plums hanging menacingly underneath it. He tried to push away in a panic but the huge weight of her body was suddenly pressed down on his torso, sitting him into the mattress. The air left his lungs, and he tried to suck back in as she relented slightly, lifting onto her knees so her full weight wasn't quite crushing his ribcage.

	"Fuck... fuck Mom seriously, just cut it out."

	Matilda's eyes lit up.

	"Of course sweetheart, I'll cut it out... If you suck my cock."

	Jonathon choked on his planned retort as his eyes zeroed in on the slit of her monstrous pink mushroom swaying like a cobra towards his lips.

	"No, NO, I'll... I'll fucking bite you!" he screeched, snapping his teeth at the terrifying monster.

	"Oh will you?" she said airily. She bounced off of him and with a surprisingly light step for such a tall woman, sashayed over to his desk.

	"Hey... hey what are you doing?" He said, quivering as he kept his eye on her massive sausage swinging, bouncing in an almost hypnotic rhythm. His hands tried to twist free but whatever she had done had immobilised him completely. His voice took on a frantic note as he saw her grabbing his PSP, the one he played on whenever she managed to force him out of the house.

	"Hey, HEY, LEAVE MY STUFF ALONE," he screamed, kicking his legs.

	Matilda simpered. "Oh what... this?"

	The shiny device rotated slowly, carefully within her curious fingers.

	"Technically it's not yours, seeing as I had to pay for it...

	She took it and slammed it into the metal bedpost, and, sturdy as it was, it had no chance surviving the impact between Matilda's strength and the solid edges of the bed, crunching almost in half as the screen was bent, shattering with an icy *CRACK*.

	"MOOOOOOMMM!" Screeched Jonathon, and he was crying now, tears of defiance as she casually lobbed it over her shoulder and into the wall, thumping it and falling to the carpet, bits of electronics scattered everywhere like a robot slaughterhouse.

	Matilda bit her lip. "Woops," she said with a giggle.

	"You... you fucking... you... Jonathon couldn't believe it. She had gone insane. He watched in horror as she laid a hand on top of his xbox. No, Fuck no.

	"WAIT," he pleaded, "PLEASE DON'T, I'LL DO IT, I'LL... I'LL SUCK YOUR FUCKING DICK!"

	Matilda paused as she was caressing the console, and retracted her eager, destructive hands.

	"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?" she said lightly, walking slowly back over until she had brought her cock to within an inch of his face.

	Jonathon felt like his stomach might fall out, such was the fear he felt at seeing his Mom... or the evil bitch who looked like his Mom... carrying an 11 inch beast up to his nose.

	"I'll... He sniffed. "I'll... suck your dick Mom."

	"Good bitch," she said with a satisfied air, which made his cheeks blossom an angry red as she gracefully clambered onto the bed, straddling him with her legs so that her womanhood patted right on top of Jonathon's face. It felt... weird. Warm and fleshy. The smell was intense, but somehow erotic... Jonathon's mouth watered but he pushed the arousal from his mind. It was just because of the tits, he reasoned. He wasn't attracted to her dick... it slid across his lips and he murmured as a little spurt of pre-cum hit his lips. Slightly salty, bitter taste... He didn't close his mouth completely, and a little trickled onto his tongue, the rest dripping down his chin as he swallowed a tiny bit of his Mother's cum. He uttered a soft moan.

	"Mmmh there's the real bitch," she breathed, and Jonathon choked slightly as he realised what he was doing. "Fuck off," he said in a small voice, but he couldn't hide his tiny hard-on. Matilda glanced behind her and gave a half-suppressed laugh, which hit him like a burning dagger. "Honestly, considering your size... are you sure you're my son?" she chortled, as Jonathon felt the childlike urge to cry as his biggest insecurity was being exposed like sandpaper on bleeding skin. Matilda's smile vanished.

	"Because my son wouldn't be such a pussy," she hissed, reaching behind herself to grab his cock and rapidly tug it. He whimpered, the enjoyment and embarrassment coursing through his young mind as she began to buck her hips. A cudgel thumped his face, and he mewled in surprised as his Mother's heavy dick began slapping up and down against him. It almost hurt, simply because of how much engorged weight was pummelling into him. He couldn't stop moaning though.

	"Holy shi-," he whimpered awkwardly as her horse cock was pressed to his lips. His mother's face was triumphant, singing with joy.

	"Time to suck, bitch," she breathed, and she bulldozed her cock into his mouth, hips pressed forward as the head explored his wet entrance. Immediately, a hard dick was in Jonathon's mouth. The taste was... nice. He hated that it was nice. The feeling of his lips stretching around his Mother's fleshy penis as she entered him... It was so hot. His tongue became a saliva slip-and-slide as the invader barrelled towards his throat, stopping just at the point where he began to gag.

	Jonathon squealed, writhing as it hit home once more what she was doing to him. She growled as she grabbed his hair with one hand, the other still enclosing his perky willy.

	"Yeah that's right bitch, scream for Mommy... but if I feel your teeth, the Xbox goes out the window."

	Jonathon stopped squirming, hateful tears in his eyes as he looked up at his betrayer, his gorgeous Mother. Her teeth shone back at him, a genuine cheek-to-cheek smile that just made it so much worse. Matilda began to slowly, minutely pump her hips. The feeling of her skin sliding across his lips became wetter, smoother. The sound of squished custard returned, but this time it was reverberating around his skull, an inescapable slutty cycle that got louder and louder as she pumped more and more of her perfect dick in and out of his waiting mouth. He could do nothing but suck her cock as she began to moan, lightly grazing the shaft with his tongue. He hated himself, but it felt amazing having her steel shaft pushing into his mouth, and his tongue flicked at it, trying to taste the turgid flagpole which sent huge moans from his mother reverberating into his skull.

	Jonathon felt her fingers squeezing his rigid member and all of a sudden gasps and moans were hitting him, muffled by his mouthful of slippery penis, which seemed to make his mother judder. It seemed as if her nipples were becoming straighter, and her expression was glassy as sounds came unbidden from Jonathon's abdomen, reverberating through Matilda's shaft. He looked up at this specimen of a woman, and he found himself feeling grateful that his mouth was full so that his moans of affection weren't openly echoing around the room. It still stimulated her though, the hums pulsing from his throat seeming to drive her libido up a notch, and after one particularly loud exclamation from Jonathon she pressed forwards further again, entering his open throat.

	Jon gagged, and this seemed to make his mother almost mad with lust, as she began to pump a terrifying amount of turgid penis deep into Jon's throat. His noises of pleasure became tinged with fright as the slick baseball bat slammed into him, but all too quickly he found his throat relaxing at the sight of his mother gasping, sat on his upper body and going crazy with chest thumping desire. She was crying out, head up in the air, and Jonathon had a sudden, all-consuming urge to please her. He began to tighten his lips and pump his head in time with her thrusts, taking a little more, a little deeper each time. Each extra inch seemed to drive his mother wild, and Matilda forgot about Jon's cock completely, rubbing a hand on each breast as she leant back, making guttural noises as she attacked her swollen nubs.

	Something began to slap hard against Jonathon's chin. He glanced down. Big, swollen balls were swinging back and forth with each slide into his mouth, and he screamed in shock as he took in a sight that he had only ever seen female pornstars enduring. He screamed with fear... No. No, it was pleasure. He screamed with pleasure as his Mom went balls deep in his mouth, deep throating her dick as it slammed into him. He was so fucking scared, and yet being his Mom's dirty cock-slut was the greatest thing he had ever experienced. The sensation stopped suddenly, and Jon realised he had been closing his eyes, savouring the flavours and textures in his mouth. He opened them to see his mother looking down at him with love. Not love in the sense of family. Love in the sense of deep, passionate, sexual love. The frilly little moan that he sent into her penis rippled all the way up her spine to her eyelids, which fluttered, long lashes blurring.

	"Fuck," breathed Matilda as she sat heaving on her son's chest. Jon didn't (and couldn't) remove himself from her, sucking on her cock happily like a baby's dummy. His inner disgust at himself didn't stop him sliding his tongue across it, and he found his stomach filling with shame as a spattering of cum dribbled from her slit down his gullet, tickling his throat.

	Matilda was glowing. She pressed her hands lovingly into his chest as she pulled back her hips, and Jon whimpered in frustration as his new toy was taken from him, a slurping *pop* unnaturally loud in the quiet, tense atmosphere of the room. Jon gazed at Matilda as she crawled back, and he had a heart fluttering moment where it looked like she was going to sit on his cock, but that notion was quickly crushed by her stepping behind his legs, and pushing them up to his shoulders as she leaned back over him, squeezing him deep into the mattress with her luxurious, heavy frame. Jon's hairs began to stand on end, a sweat droplet winding it's way down his temple as he realised how he was being positioned.

	"M... Mom?" he asked with a queasy expression.

	"Shut the fuck up." She was once again in that vicious place that he couldn't equate with his soft, caring mother, her expression hungry (almost starving in fact), as he felt a massive round shape pressing up against his puckered anus. He clinched his butthole tight and began to cry. "Please... please Mom," he sobbed. "Don't... fuck don't, I'll do the chores, I'll do them...

	"Too late," she snarled as she pressed herself forwards, into him. Jon keened as the enemy battered at his fleshy gates, and he found himself panting, trying desperately to keep her out.

	"That's it," she breathed, staring into his eyes with cruel delight. "Try to stop me, struggle whilst I take you, good boy." She was pressing just enough that he was keeping her out, but he didn't know how long it would last, as his butthole was already becoming tired, ceding millimetres of sensitive space under the pressure of her unstoppable excavation of his ass.

	"Shit, Mom, Fuck please," he begged, tears in his eyes. She was going to fuck him like a woman. He scrunched his eyelids shut as he tried with all his might to keep his anal virginity from his Mother's clutches.

	"Keep your eyes on me bitch," she hissed, grabbing him by the throat. His mouth opened in shock and he clamped his lids open, eyes watering as his mother's expression turned into an evil grin.

	"Good boy" she said gleefully, releasing his neck which didn't stop the feeling of shock from her having briefly choked him. "That's it sweetheart, maybe you can keep me out," she teased, whilst her angry cock-head forced itself slowly, agonizingly into his beleaguered hole. Her eyes were boring into his, loving each and every moment of his realisation that she was going to penetrate him.

	"Mom... Mom," he sobbed as that huge cock head began to overwhelm his tiring defences, too slick with cum to be prevented from popping inside his sphincter which finally released, stretching to concede victory to the plundering flagpole.

	"Oh f... fuck," he screamed, or tried to scream, because all that came out was a strangled whisper. His Mom heaved a breath in, sucking his innocence out of him as she watched his first moments of having her cock enter inside his most private of places. Her expression was pure ecstasy.

	"Beautiful," she breathed as solitary tears streamed down the sides of his face.

	"M... M... Jon was speechless, unable to bring himself to believe that she had slid the head of her cock into his ass. It felt simply enormous. As if reading his mind Matilda brought her face right up to his, pressing his knees to his shoulders as her deplorable grin blazed across his vision. "Who is the fucking bitch now?" she said, her tone arrogant and contented. She pouted her lips as she spoke. "Does my little slut feel like a good little boy now?"

	Jon nodded his head sharply. "Yes, yes Mom, I'm a good boy, I'm a good boy... He babbled words which caught in his throat as he felt her cock move inside him, pressing into uncharted lands as they adjusted to the huge presence trying to displace one or two of his internal organs.

	"Wait, please," he panted, bottom lip quivering as she steadily, unerringly pushed her penis deeper into his body.

	"Stop, fucking, LYING TO ME!" She spat the words into his face, some flecks of saliva hitting his nose and eyes. She was heavy on top of him, and his wrists were hurting from being tied so tightly to the headboard of the bed. He felt the tears coming and Matilda narrowed her eyes.

	"What. Are. You." She said each word in a harsh, clear manner, as if she were trying to slap him across the face with the question.

	His doughy, teary eyes gazed up at his conqueror. "I'm... a naughty boy," he uttered, snivelling as he the few inches of her cock inside him flexing, stretching him just a little further.

	"And?" said his Mother in a gentler tone, which made his heart thump in his chest. He lay confused as his Mother's doting face returned. "Uh... I'm... He couldn't think.

	All at once that greedy, nasty smile slid back onto his Mother's face.

	"A BITCH." She sang.

	"No... no, no Mom, MOM PLEAASE!" Jonathon screamed as she squeezed herself deep inside him. It was like being pulled butt-first onto somebody's arm. He choked through tears as she wrestled into him, wiggling her hips so that she could push in further, manoeuvring herself deeper and deeper inside his tight, fleshy prison. He tried to bring himself to look away but his terror that she might choke him again kept his eyes glued to her triumphant, cocky gaze as she laughed, a gorgeous sound, a release of all the times he had wronged her.

	Jonathon could only breathe and whimper as she continued to molest his insides, edging her butt left and right, the tip pressing and prodding at new, more invasive angles, his anus defenceless against the onslaught of her cum and spit covered torpedo.

	"Almost there."

	Jonathon's eyes bugged out as he finally felt it. Her hips made contact with his buttcheeks, her balls lightly brushing his ass; Meaning she had put all eleven inches of her monster inside him. He glanced down in amazement at his abdomen, where he could feel her submarine thrumming under the surface.

	Matilda smirked as she reached up and untied her son's hands. Jonathon felt the release of pressure and breathed a small sigh of relief as he brought his arms back down to his sides. The cable she threw to the other side of the room, twisted and broken.

	"Put your fucking arms around me," she ordered.

	He automatically pulled himself to her, grasping at her back, her tits tight to his chest. "Shit, Mom," he breathed. Her weight made him feel like she was all around him, inside him, part of him.

	Matilda's lips rested close to his ear as she spoke softly, yet loud enough for each word to make him flinch.

	"You feel so fucking good,"

	He could only whimper, clinging to his mother for warmth and safety, even as she flexed the huge cock inside him. It felt like a living creature, breathing, blood pumping as it rubbed against each and every shy crevasse hiding inside. Jon felt as if he had suddenly being exposed to sunlight for the first time, murmuring as the sensations took him somewhere different, somewhere new, and deeply pleasurable.

	"There you go," she purred. "Cock for my beautiful boy."

	"Mom... Please stop... OH F... uuuuuughhhhhh." Matilda had begun to rotate her hips, and this time the pressing to each side of his anal walls made his chest swell. For some reason his legs were trying to rock back and forth without him moving them, unable to do so because of the way his Mother had pinned him underneath her. Her warmth provided such a strange snugness that it almost felt safe to be beneath her, even as her cock searched his insides for tighter, vibrant pleasures.

	Jon clung to his Mother's back as she feasted on her boy, his soft whimpers making her whole lower half ripple with delight. The voice in his head screaming no was drowning in a new sea of warm, cock filled gratification. Now she had brought her nose to his, rubbing softly against it. She was cooing, and Jon had a moment of want... of true desire for this gorgeous woman.

	Her ripe cheeks grinned back, and leant over slightly so her tits were dropping onto his face. Every fantasy he had imagined was no comparison to the real feeling of her breasts plunging down onto his face. The sheer volume was unbelievable. He screamed into his favourite objects in the whole wide world, bringing his hands to paw at them, trying to suck at her engorged nipples as she rested herself on top of him. The entire world went dark under her thick frame, and he navigated by touch, the hint of perfume mixed with her earthy odours providing a cocktail of his Mother's vital essences as he suckled at her teat. He knew she was loving it, because her whole body would shiver whenever he grazed his teeth lightly against her erect nubs, and whenever he sucked her she would rock her hips slightly, jamming them tighter together and nearly making him pass out with pleasure and pain.

	Jon opened his eyes as the beautiful rack in front of him slid back down to his chest, and immediately his mother's mouth was back on his, tongue slithering into his mouth. A gratuitous French kiss took place as she mauled his opening, and Jon tried to keep up as she attacked his tongue with hers, savouring the taste and texture of his mouth, pressing herself into him.

	When she finally broke the kiss Jon had a moment of wondering if he had oxygen depravation, his head so light that he might have floated away had he not been engulfed in his Mother's arms.

	"Okay," she murmured lustily. "Now I'm going to fuck you."

	Jon's face became a horrified mask.

	"Mom, Mom I'm sorry, I'm a naughty boy, I'm a naughty boy... he snivelled, despite knowing that she was almost certainly going to do it.

	His Mother waited with an amused expression, her erection throbbing inside him as he begged her not to complete their lurid performance.

	"... Please, please Mother... He looked up at her with dying hope in his eyes, and his evil Mother simply grinned as she let him beg.

	"M... Mom... His eyes went wider than they ever had before as he realised she was getting off on his terror, her cock throbbing with each pathetic whimper.

	"Fuck." Tears flowed unbidden to the corners of his eyes and streaked away, hiding from the hungry stare of his Mother.

	Her long tongue emerged, and the texture was rough on his skin as she licked a solitary tear, snatching it from Jon's face.

	"Mmmmmmmhhhh," she murmured, closing her eyes. Jon had never realised how much of a sicko his Mother was, but it was clear as day now. She was biting her lips, and her cock was beginning to shift inside him, pulling backwards now.

	It was crushing to know that his first sexual experience was going to be getting anally fucked by his malevolent Mother, a fate that he would never even have considered before. What cut into him even more was that her dick completed him, that despite feelings of self-loathing her cock inside him was easily the most glorious experience of his entire life.

	She pulled back until only the head was resting inside him, poised like a dagger to deliver a killing blow to the deepest parts of his anus. Jonathon was hit by a deep sense of loss, of emptiness. It was so wrong, but the feeling of not being filled by her cock was like having the lights turned out, his body and soul incomplete.

	"Any last words sweetheart?" she asked, lip curling as she drank in his expression of horror and anticipation.

	Clear liquid flowed freely down his cheeks as he came to terms with what his body was driving home. He loved his Mother. He loved his Mother's dick.

	"F... Fuck me," he cried, dribbling slightly onto his chin.

	"Okay, bitch" she said tenderly, and drove herself steadily back into him.

	"Oh, oh, Oh Mom... Oh Mommmmmmmm."

	The white, squishy baseball bat sank itself inside Jon's asshole, and he cringed as it passed a certain point that he found extremely painful, grabbing his Mother for support as she pulled him onto her cock like a human sock puppet.

	Jon tried to speak but all that came out was a weak gurgle as she connected herself to him, snuggly pressing inside as she bottomed out. The faintest touch of hips, and then she was reversing, Jon gasping into her shoulder as she removed her pink mace from his tender garden.

	There was nothing that could have prepared him for the feral administrations of his Mother. She slid back in a little quicker and the cock felt enormous. His head ached awfully. It felt like he was a turkey being stuffed, and he mewled as it seemed like the pressure was about to split him in two.

	"Stop... Stop Mom, I can't... you're so big...

	"Sure you can," she cooed. "Just shut up and take Momma's dick,"

	She pulled back and pushed a little harder, and Jon was mid-sob when everything suddenly went white, and his back arched just like it had when she had used her fingers, except this time it was ten times better. She didn't stop this time, taking her chance to put in two mini-thrusts which barely withdrew from his beleaguered hole, hips popping a little harder against his callow cheeks.

	Jon would have said 'Wow', if he'd been able to form the words, or indeed control any of his body parts any more, because the only thing he could do was cling on for dear life as his Mother began to bend him to her will. She rocked backwards and forwards, a comforting motion that belied the turmoil taking place in Jon's belly as her horsecock stimulated everything. All up his anal passage nerve endings were screaming, a perfect synchronised circuit of pleasure that was pulsing, spreading across the whole of his eager frame. Eyelids flickered of their own accord, fingertips dug into Matilda's supple fats, and knees shook as she ground herself down and forwards.

	Tears ran down Jon's cheeks, but they were becoming tears of joy as his mother delivered a nasty thrust that hit like a lightning bolt up his spine. Ecstasy. The screaming voice in Jonathon begging to be released became consumed within a sea of utter, delirious cock-induced delight. She withdrew and planted herself in him once more, and an impromptu scream burst from Jon's lips as his body clung to his Mother's miraculous hammer, clear liquid dribbling from his anus as he spasmed. Matilda impaled him so that his body was unable to move, muscles twitching beneath her ministrations.

	"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned as her son writhed in an orgasmic fit beneath her. She kissed him deeply, but he didn't even have the brainpower to kiss back, lips opening aimlessly so that saliva went everywhere as she snogged him. It took a while for Jon's slack face returned to some semblance of comprehension after a little flurry of soft smooches, and eventually he began to smile as Matilda bit his lip gently.

	"Ready for more?" she grinned, poised above him.

	Jon didn't respond, but trembling lips and the slight adjustment of his hips for her to get that perfect angle of penetration were all the answers she needed. Her dick was so hard and angry that it almost seemed as if she would run him through with it. She duly did, her hips beginning to pummel into his butt cheeks, and suddenly his immature body was bearing the brunt of his mother's massive frame, a rag doll being beaten and abused as she rapidly fucked him with her slick, hard cock. The clapping of her lower body on his cheeks was obscenely loud, as if there were three moms pounding away at him rather than one in the tiny room, so loud were the slaps of skin on skin.

	*THWAP THWAP THWAP*

	Jon couldn't even scream because she was pounding him so hard. Her weight pressed down on top of him and the world closed in, until only her smell, her grunting, and her pummelling cock remained. Small sounds were brutally extracted from his lips, small signs of life. "SH... F... UGH... Each moment of attempted pleading was met with a body-wracking hit as she plunged her dong into him, volleying him against her cock like a yoyo. The savage, sweaty rhythm was ceaseless, her helmet hitting so deep in him that he felt pure bliss with each thrust, like a lightbulb igniting with each balls-deep smack.

	His Mother was lost, not speaking, just grunting and drooling as she battered her son like a living piata, bruising his butt cheeks as her balls slapped repeatedly into them. Every part of his body rocked like a one-man earthquake under the nasty blows being dealt, and he rubbed her back, trying perhaps to calm her, but underneath the soft fats her back was a thicket of taut, rigid muscle, tensing and flexing to create as much surging momentum as possible. So much power was hidden within her feminine physique that it would have been laughable if anyone had suggested she was capable of the anal crushing that was being delivered, based on her supple curves. Her arms clung to her beloved prize as she plundered Jonathon's secrets, excavating his anus with a ferocity that made the whole bed begin to shake.

	Jon couldn't see because his eyes had rolled up in their sockets, he couldn't smell anything except Mom's bodily essences, he couldn't feel anything but her cock in his belly, her lips on his neck, and he couldn't hear anything but the creaking of the bed and her constant guttural hums as she revelled in breaking his mind and body.

	"You feel so fucking good sweetheart," she gasped into his ear, gushing as she pulled him onto her hips, sealing them together. Each meeting of their hips brought the tide of euphoria closer to his shores, and he found himself getting rocked as his Mom slammed into him, her creamy tits hot against his chin. Jon was getting compressed into his mattress, and the springs groaned as they tried to deal with the violence occurring on top of them, huge bouncing weights pounding the squealing metal.

	"Cum for me Jonny baby... cum for me bitch," she growled desperately, grabbing his hair so he could only look into the soft depths of her eyes. She aimed herself and hit that special place inside of him and suddenly everything was making his body sing in totally harmony. A tear ran down his cheek as Matilda manipulated her son in ways he had never even imagined. His brain began to melt like molten wax under the furious heat of her ministrations, and the world shook as her angry schlong expanded in the tightness of his anus, connecting them in the most luridly unspeakable of ways.

	Jonathon's face twisted into a perverse smile as pleasure subsumed him, and he stared into his Mother's rapturous gaze because she was the source of this incredible energy. Her body was like a tiger consuming it's prey, voracious and starving for the heat and warmth beneath it.

	"Oh fuck Mom... Yes there, THERE, OHHHhh!"

	Jonathon was screaming as her cock pounded that perfect fleshy button inside, releasing fireworks in his brain. Every inch of her hot dick was killing him with sheer lust. Suddenly his cock was firing like a water gun, trails of white flying onto his belly and his mother's tits as his asshole clenched like a vice around his mother's steel shaft. Matilda's eyes widened and she bellowed, planting herself in him like a tree in the ground, fusing them together in a gluey mess of her cock juices as she exploded inside him.

	Jonathon was having a fit, his bones shaking as the sexiest moment of his entire life consumed him: His mother cumming inside his asshole. Warm treacle covered his anal walls and he gasped as deep animal instincts came to the fore, his mother marking him with her sperm, breeding him, connecting him intimately to her on a deeper level than he could ever have imagined.

	"What... what the fuck," he mumbled, burying his face in her neck. God she was so warm, her skin so unbelievably soft. The flexing organ inside him was still releasing a hot torrent of jizz which flowed like a river around his insides. It just felt so wrong. The more she poured into him, the more he loved it.

	How could he be this slutty... He wasn't a bitch right? A little pat of her heavy testicles on his raw buttcheeks made him whimper in realisation that this was no longer the case. She had utterly bred him.

	"You're mine now, sweetheart," she said in a jerky, breathless voice. She must still have been coming down from her orgasm, and faint tendrils of cum spurred the currents of the ocean inside him.

	"Mom," he whispered.

	"Yes bitch?" she whispered, her voice thrumming with affection.

	"I love you."

	It was like a mountain rippling, as he felt a seismic shiver run from his Mother's head to her toes. A low rumble which reverberated through her torso and into the depths of his cum-filled belly made it clear he had said something incredibly satisfying.

	He clung to her, just enjoying his new, deep connection to this gorgeous, perfect woman.

	Anything for Mom.

	
- Part 2 - A futa Mother is pushed too far. Naughty boys get punished.

	Jonathon idled through the park, not registering the glorious blue skies overhead or cool breeze rippling his hair.

	Only two minutes from home.

	A frisbee whizzed past his right ear, but he didn't stop to remonstrate the young kids who giggled as it spun away on the lush grass. His head wasn't remotely focused on the group project he had been given, or Sandy, the hot girl in the second row of his class that he usually perved on, being put in the same group. His mates had been so jealous that they couldn't understand how Jon had simply responded with a brisk 'sure,' when asked if he was excited.

	That was because he was too busy daydreaming about Mom's dick.

	Teenage hormones drove his emotions into overdrive as he pictured that fat veiny cock in his mouth again, and he realised with a start that he was making eye contact with a mature woman pushing a pram towards him. Shoulder-length brown hair and a hint of freckles.

	Just like Mom.

	His cock began to rise in his pants, and he whimpered as he realised she was staring back in confusion, brow furrowed, before locking her gaze ahead of her, and Jon's eyes went wide, keeping his head low as they passed in silence.

	What was wrong with him?

	Nothing in the real world was getting through because his brain was already sliding back to her warm embrace. He reflexively reached to his rear end and touched the spot where she had entered him, before snatching his hand away when he realised he was still in public and people might see him touching his asshole, stuttering past a group of other teens hanging out on the grass.

	One who had a cigarette halfway out of his mouth eyed him with a morose stare.

	'What if they can see that I'm thinking about my Mom fucking me in the ass... '

	He hurried onwards, gluing his eyes to the floor.

	What had she done to him?

	What was she going to do to him?

	Mom hadn't touched Jon since that first, life-changing experience. When he had woken up being spooned by his naked Mom, her wet crotch nestled between his buns like a hot dog... So many emotions had flown through him in that second. Shock. Fear. Warmth... Comfort?

	Physically, things were opaque.

	An aching asshole... with that thing wedged between his cheeks.

	Her giant dick.

	Crippling shame had grabbed hold of his throat and squeezed. After wiggling his ass and feeling the beast pulse softly against his skin, he eventually managed to prise his sticky globes free of her weapon, his hands lingering for a moment on the instrument of his second sexual awakening. The skin was tougher than he expected, and it took him a few moments to realise it was still hard, like an aggressive sausage between his fingers, the ridge helmet softer, and squishier.

	He had squeezed it, run his hand up and down... it was difficult let go.

	After five minutes of thinking he was going to cry, and instead finding his brain screaming for his own Mother's filthy embrace again, Jonathon had scarpered as soon as he felt her potentially rousing from her slumber, creeping into the shower to wash his Mother's cum from his asshole, aching all over, before having the most humiliating wank in his entire life.

	Breakfast didn't feel normal.

	Usually he tried to get Mom to do it, but...

	He didn't want to see her just yet.

	After wolfing down some chocolate he had prepared to go up to his games console... But realised his Mother was still in his room.

	Instead he had simply sat there, pondering existence, before he heard heavy creaks on the staircase. When she eventually arrived his heart began to thump with excitement despite himself. She had changed into a quite ordinary pair of jeans and a long-sleeved striped shirt.

	"Good morning, honey."

	A sheepish expression was on her face, but it was the fullness of her figure, the proud curves that drew him in, the subtle bulge he could now spy that she had tried to tuck beneath her...

	It was like seeing her in a whole different light.

	"M... morning...

	His legs crossed tight together as she sidled over to him, bringing her lips close to his ear.

	Everything seemed to accelerate, the heartbeat drumming in his chest loud enough for the neighbours to hear, he was sure of it.

	"... I feel wonderful this morning," she whispered, her lips grazing his ear lobe, "how are you?"

	He squirmed at the warm breath so close to his face, staring down at the tiled floor.

	Mom had giggled, lightly brushing his shoulder, before proceeding to make pancakes, occasionally pushing up on her tiptoes to reach the very highest shelf (which Jon could never reach) for longer than necessary, um-ing and ah-ing over ingredients. It pumped her glutes through the jeans as if she was modelling them for an advert.

	He let out a soft whimper.

	"Want a pancake honey?"

	"Um... no thanks... I uh... I gotta go...

	Jonathon scrabbled clear of the kitchen, marching upstairs to his room.

	He took a few moments in his bedroom to try and calm his beating heart, wringing his shirt as he groped for the Xbox for comfort, for some sense of normality. The controller slipped easily into his palm, but then he remembered that the cable was on the floor and twisted beyond recognition, having been used to tie his hands last night.

	Part of the old anger flared up.

	"Stupid b-...

	The words caught in his throat.

	He knew what it felt like on the receiving end of such words...

	'And what it feels like to actually be a bitch... '

	He slumped, looking over at the bed that his Mother had left unkempt, and the pieces of his PSP littering the floor.

	The discarded clothes from yesterday.

	The crumpled sheets.

	He could still smell her tangy, ripe scent everywhere, the musk teasing the back of his throat.

	Jon scrunched his eyes shut, rubbing his temple, and sagged to the floor for a moment.

	'I got fucked in the ass by Mom... '

	He whimpered, but tears that he wished to come didn't appear.

	It all replayed like a movie he couldn't switch off in his head - The look in her eyes as she had bent his legs over his head, his world on fire as she gurned in his face, heat exploding in his belly.

	Some heat was returning to his groin.

	"Ugh...

	He felt sick that a part of him was longing for more of his mother's heat against his insides.

	A few minutes went by, until he picked his chin up.

	'Just... get rid of all this... Stop thinking about it.'

	He picked up a dirty pillow, slightly yellowed where sweat had dried on it.

	'I can't believe I'm cleaning when my mom should be doi-'

	The thought caught in his brain.

	'I... shouldn't ask her to come in here... just do it yourself... '

	He flipped over the pillow, pulling the sheets until they were neat and square, if not exactly clean. After ten minutes, the duvet was straight, the floor (relatively) clear, and he let out a little sigh of relief.

	At least now it didn't look like a gangbang had taken place here.

	He sniffed.

	It was probably the first time he had ever tidied his own room without being forced to.

	"Okay... okay just... just relax...

	He grabbed the cable and hopefully plugged it back into the Xbox, staring at the power light.

	"C'mon... c'mon...

	After a few heart-stopping seconds... The light flashed.

	"Yyyyyessss!"

	Just as he jumped back into his gaming chair, the sound of the bedroom door knocking froze his soul.

	*Knock-knock.*

	"Wh... who's there?"

	His mother's voice was sweet and gentle.

	"Me, silly. May I come in?"

	His heart began to pound, electricity running through his body.

	"U-um... I-I'm a little... busy...

	The voice paused.

	"Oh okay honey... it's just... I brought you pancakes with chocolate chips in... your favourite...

	Jon's mouth started salivating automatically, despite the undertone of fear.

	They were his favourite.

	"Um... uh... o-okay...

	The door opened, and his Mother padded in, an apologetic smile on her face.

	"Sorry... Just thought you'd like it...

	She offered him the plate, bending over as she did so, and Jon's eyes betrayed him with a flick to her cleavage, and the darkness within that meant he could see all the way between them and down to her plain white bra and beyond.

	Her shadow loomed over him for a second.

	"Uh... thanks...

	She made to leave, speaking over her shoulder as she did so.

	"Playing your games?"

	His face went pale.

	"UHhhhh... n-no! Just... just checking... I wasn't playing!...

	She turned from the door as he thrust the controller onto the table, and stopped him by placing a hand on his cheek, a worried look on her face.

	"Honey!... it's Sunday... You can play all the games you want today, okay?"

	He stared into her concerned eyes, seeing the beauty in her full cheeks, the lightest of wrinkles here and there adding comfort to her concern. Something in him untightened.

	"O... okay...

	She nodded, stroking her thumb up and down before moving to the door and exiting, the door clicking quietly behind her.

	He turned to his pancakes, perfectly arranged with a healthy (or rather unhealthy) portion of chocolate dolloped on top, and began to eat, his brain foggy, still enjoying the feeling of her hand lingering on his cheek.

	'She didn't get aggressive... She's doing nice things... It'll be just like before... '

	Once the pancakes were done, his belly full, he settled down back into his usual routine. Except his mind wandered, much more than it ever had playing games.

	'What would I do if Mom asked me to suck her tits again?... '

	"Hmmm...

	He gripped the controller tight, mashing the slash button as more hordes of enemies appeared in the darkness of the dungeon.

	"Yeah...

	There were too many.

	"Take... that!...

	He scythed down fifty, but a hundred more appeared.

	In the back of his mind, the feeling of his Mother's helmet tickling his special place hidden deep inside his body made him lose concentration, and one of the monsters found an opening, his character going down in a splurge of blood.

	"Uhhh...

	He moaned and pushed the thoughts aside, hunching forwards.

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	At first, things went back to much the way they had. Jon played games for almost three hours straight.

	Just as he was beginning to really get into it, an arrogant smirk settling on his face once more, a voice from far away froze him. His ears perked up, no longer listening to the huge purple demon monologuing at his character.

	"AND I WILL DESTROY YO-"

	"-ome snacks?...

	*pause*

	"H... Huh?!"

	He ripped his headphones off, the hairs on his neck rising, and Matilda's muffled voice floated up the stairs and through his door.

	"I SAID did you want some snacks!?"

	Snacks. She usually brought him naughty snacks every few hours...

	He used to tell her to get out once she'd given them to him. This time there was no way he was risking her getting pissed.

	"... Yeah! Thanks Mom!"

	'Maybe she really is going back to normal... '

	Silence for a few moments.

	"... Well come down and get them then!"

	He grumbled, but now he had said yes he traipsed down the stairs, his old sulky venire almost returned to him.

	When he got there, his face fell further.

	"Wh-... erm... what's this?"

	"Fruit," she said lightly, before busying herself cleaning up the counter.

	"Oh...

	He tried to hide his disappointment.

	"... Okay."

	'Stupid b... woman... '

	He took the small plate of chopped apple and a sprinkling of blueberries and shuffled back to the stairs.

	"Um excuse me?"

	He couldn't help the groan as he turned back, before his heart started beating faster as he saw the look on her face.

	"... Did you forget something?"

	She leant forwards, and he was presented with her cleavage again, a questioning eyebrow raised.

	'Does she want me to... ?'

	"Um... Well I...

	"Aren't you going to say thank you?"

	He let out an awkward chuckle.

	"OH... Th... thanks."

	"Thanks who?"

	"Thanks Mom."

	"You're welcome," she said with a wink, turning to the lowest cupboard and bending over so Jonathon could see the fullness of her ass pointed straight at him, and the clear top of her underwear above the top of her jeans.

	'What? Surely she's doing that on purpose... It's pointed straight at me!... '

	The underwear was lacy and purple, with small flower designs that hugged her curves.

	He stayed on the bottom step for a while, glued to the scene. His mother seemed to take her time, even arching her back so that more of the panties were revealed, truly wedged between her cheeks in this position.

	Only self-preservation jerked him out of his revery as he saw the monstrous bulge clearly growing between her legs.

	Heat rushed to his centre, slight dizziness taking hold.

	He crept away, escaping up the stairs and falling into his bedroom, hard as a rock.

	"Fuck," he murmured.

	The moment he had realised he was going to masturbate to his Mom had taken place five minutes earlier.

	He grabbed the tissues.

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	As it turned out it wasn't the only time he found himself staring, the day becoming a subtle but constant humiliation, mother keeping him taut like a bowstring, a friendly touch on the shoulder, a knowing smile, leaning back with her elbows touching behind her on the counter so her tits were almost exploding from her chest.

	"Honey could you help with the dishes?"

	"S-sure mom...

	As he was putting away one of the pans, he felt something wedge him against his ass, forcing him against the floor cupboard. He knew what it was immediately as his mother shoved forwards like she was mounting him.

	"H-hey!"

	"Relax honey, just squeezing past," she smirked, although the slight bump of her hips against his ass made him mewl.

	"Frigid," she added, making him bristle.

	She was doing the barest of movements, and yet he had become a nervous wreck, almost wishing she would just grab a hold of his throat and fuck him up against the fridge instead of tease him with innocent nothings.

	'Wait, what am I thinking?!... '

	Thank God for school.

	School would sort his head out... except it didn't.

	He sat in silence the whole bus ride, barely responding even when someone hit him in the back of the head with a paper aeroplane.

	It was like his head never left home; his imagination would substitute the faces of his teachers, seeing only the mirth in his Mother's face as she bent over in front of him when he should have been focusing on Mrs Woods explaining Algebra.

	"JONATHON, why are you not writing?!"

	"Y-yes, yes, sorry Mrs Woods," he stammered, hunching over his notebook and madly filling the blank page with whatever he could make out on the board.

	A few days of churning his mind over and over had left his cock almost constantly erect, to the point that he had to escape to the school bathrooms to relieve himself during breaks, imagining it was his Mom staring at him with an angry expression instead of his history teacher muttering about bringing back the cane.

	It didn't get any easier by the end of the day, hands sliding to his crotch to stop anyone spotting his quaint bulge as he wriggled back onto the bus.

	A few of his classmates eyed him on the way in, always alert for a moment of weakness from any of their peers, a chink in the armour.

	He shuffled faster, trying to keep his erection quietly tucked away.

	A single slip, and the whole school would know.

	'Just act natural... '

	He sat down next to someone and tried to keep his legs crossed over.

	"Hey."

	Jonathon nearly jumped out of his skin upon realising Sandy, the hot girl who he had been seated next to in history, was speaking to him. She was playing with a long lock of sunny-gold hair.

	He hadn't even noticed she was next to him.

	"OH! Uh... hey."

	"... Good day?"

	"Yeah... yeah fine...

	"Yeah... school is so boring," she agreed, nodding.

	"Yeah."

	"... you... watch that show last night? Devil-Saints? Everyone is talking about it!"

	"... Uh... no, no I didn't...

	They lapsed into silence.

	Sandy furrowed her brow for a moment.

	"Well... have you been watching anything?"

	He adjusted so his crotch was even more firmly hidden.

	"No. Nothing."

	Silence descended again, the rest of the bus laughing and cajoling with each other as the bus set off.

	Jonathon didn't try to break it, too busy trying to get his Mom's body rubbing against him out of his mind. Sandy groused and looked out of the window, not used to the lack of attention.

	Home was less than fifteen minutes away.

	He wondered if Mom was still wearing the purple panties, or if she had a different colour today.

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	Jonathon trudged the last few metres down his road.

	His brow furrowed as noises began to grow the closer he got to home, morphing into the sounds of laughter and hooting audible from the driveway.

	"What the-?"

	Cars were parked up around their quaint house.

	He knew what this meant - Wine night.

	"Uff."

	He ground his heel into the sidewalk, as it usually meant that Mom and her friends proceeded to drink a bottle or two of cheap cleaning fluid whilst nattering and complimenting each other on their beautiful growing foals.

	Today seemed a little more raucous... in fact they seemed to be much higher in volume, and upon realising the voices were coming from the back garden he slipped through the side gate and made his way to the patio where four women in their late thirties and early forties were gathered. They were all dressed semi-provocatively, in tight dresses which showed off their curved, mature bodies.

	His eyebrows rose at the three empty wine bottles sitting at the end of the table, with a fourth halfway finished.

	"OHHhhhh honnney!"

	A beaming figure launched herself up from her chair, and Jonathon mewled as she almost fell on him, having to steady himself and keep her upright as the stench of his mom's wine-sodden breath hit him.

	"Oh Mom... how much did you... ?"

	She gave a childish duckface, pulling the end of her burgundy skirt so it didn't ride too high up her thighs. Her white shirt was heavenly, allowing full ogling of her cleavage.

	It almost felt nowadays like all her clothes were picked purely to torture him.

	"Heeyyyyy I had a perfect amount, bare... barely a glassss...

	Her overbearing grin that followed had the other ladies falling about laughing.

	"Ohhhh MATTIE you devil!"

	"Haha oh I love the new you!...

	Jonathon couldn't believe it. He'd never seen her like this.

	She squeezed his side.

	"Mom... are you drunk?!...

	"Your son has grown SO much... he's an angel!" cooed Annie, one of the regulars that always made condescending remarks on him.

	He nodded, his old haughtiness flaring for a second.

	"Yeah well, if it's alright with you all, I'm going upstairs to play games."

	The women seemed unaffected, all except his mother whose facial expression didn't change, but her unblinking stare and the hand tightening around him almost made Jon pee himself.

	"Honey... werrre you just... rude to my friends?"

	His ego shrivelled up into a tiny corner of his palpitating heart.

	"Um... S-sorry Mom... Ladies... I'll go... now!...

	He pulled out of his Mother's hardening grip and hurried upstairs, shutting his door and wishing with all his might that he could lock it as laughter came up from below.

	"You tell him Mattie!...

	"... ow, seems like you finally got him brought to heel!"

	More nattering and shrieks of laughter, and Jonathon's temple throbbed.

	'Ignore it... ignore it... '

	He settled down with his console, but the constant thought of his mother's fingers closing on his wrist was haunting, and it took a long time to lose himself in the game.

	*shing*

	The swish of the blade carved through the huge monster, but it barely displayed any damage, swinging it's spiked tongue in a wide arc that his character barely dodged.

	*RAAAAAGGHHHHHHH!*

	The roar made the controller rumble, and he sniffed as it slung a giant hooked claw towards him, having to jump above it and attack the weakness on the disgusting monstrosity's skull.

	This should have been his favourite part of this game. The boss fights.

	*shing-shing-shing!*

	He couldn't stop thinking about how hot his Mom looked, the way the skirt rode up so high on her legs, revealing so much of her curvy, powerful thighs.

	This time the monster staggered back, it's eyes lighting up, before hissing and striking once more.

	The door creaked open.

	Jonathon didn't notice, too lost in his own head whilst mashing dodge as the monster harried him into a corner.

	*jump-dodge-swivel -

	Two hands came around his chest

	"Hey baby."

	Jon jerked in his chair, his heart pounding as his mother's whisper came loud in his ear, far more sultry than usual.

	The monster dove in and sank it's claws into the front of the shining, armoured character, and tore a great wound in it, before roaring in victory.

	Jon no longer had working fingers, as her hands spread across his chest, her weight coming down heavily on his shoulders.

	"H-hi mom...

	She stroked his hair and snorted it, Jon able to feel the air ruffle the top of his head as her hands gripped a little tighter on his chest.

	"We didn't gettto... to talk earlier... Howwwwas school... ?"

	Her slurred speech was a clear indicator that the fourth bottle was probably well underway.

	"It was... good... yeah...

	"Mmm...

	She slid down, and Jonathon's lips quivered as she wobbled around the chair, coming to her knees in front of him. The burgundy skirt now had a small stain on the front, and close up her white shirt had a round cut on the chest which made her breasts fit neatly into a half-circular box that he couldn't look away from.

	Her expression was far-off, but laced with intent.

	"... Is there anything you need tonight darling... ?"

	Her hands came to his knees, and began to squeeze them.

	"... Anything at all... ?"

	She spoke like a girl trying to flirt with her teacher for a better grade, a high-pitched whisper that Jonathon had never heard before.

	Jonathon was speechless, heart pounding in his chest, his mouth not responding to any sort of commands. His legs were wide, and she pulled them a little wider and shuffled on her knees between them, almost at eye level with him despite being close the ground, lips smudged by a mixture of wine and lipstick

	"N... no I'm... I'm okay...

	She looked into both his eyes as if searching desperately for a different answer, squeezing so tight for one heart-stopping second that he thought she was going to make him pay for every last syllable he had just spoken.

	Instead, after a tiny nod, she stood up.

	"Alright honey... Fine. You... have sweet dreams...

	Matilda removed herself from the room, shutting the door a little louder than was necessary.

	*THNK*

	Jonathon slumped in his chair, his erection pressing through his pants as he dropped his controller.

---------

	Jon's eyes snapped open.

	It was still dark, and he blinked, groggy from being awoken so early.

	He looked up to see what was going on.

	Pitch black... he must have slept only a few hours.

	Then he noticed... his door was sliding open.

	*Eeeeeigh*

	Quick as a flash he closed his eyes, keeping one peeled to try and see.

	A shadowy figure.

	Jon trembled, clinging tight to the duvet as the figure swayed slightly before making a staggered step inside.

	The tang of wine was obvious, even from this distance. It seemed as if she had drunk even more after he had gone to sleep.

	One of the floorboards near the bed creaked.

	A finger brushed his shoulder.

	'Oh God.'

	He tried his best not to squeak as he heard more movement.

	Not being able to see was terrifying.

	A huge sniff took air away from his forehead, and he heard a womanly groan from right on top of him.

	Jon had never been more scared in his life as he felt heavy breathing on his cheek... and then it moved away.

	'It's her.'

	Then he felt something large and slightly hairy touch his forehead. It felt rubbery, and as it began to slide heavily up and down on him, he realised that texture.

	Her balls. She was rubbing his face with her huge, sweaty balls.

	His nostrils fluttered as the sheer stench of his Mother's testicles invaded his sinuses, eyes watering as he kept them clamped shut, feeling the two fleshy baseballs with saggy skin dragging across his nose as she began to jerk herself whilst t-bagging her sleeping son.

	'Fuck... '

	The odours were incredible.

	His mouth parted automatically, but he managed to seize control of his slutty instincts, jamming it shut again.

	"Mmmh...

	The rumble of appreciation from his Mother's belly reverberated through his face, and after a few minutes of slow, perverted rubbing, he sensed her getting close.

	Was she going to cum on him?

	He felt her balls pulse on his face, and a whimper.

	The staccato squelches of a cock spurting cum was clear as day in the silence, the blackness in Jon's vision filling with an imagined scene of his mother spraying cum onto herself.

	A few grunts.

	Then a number of specks hit his cheek, but he stayed silent, panicking as his breathing threatened to become heavier and give him away.

	'Just stay quiet... '

	The reek of semen became odious in the room, and his nose crinkled at the bitter tang that meant she must have blown her load as her balls dragged off his face. Maybe she had cum on herself... or done it over another part of his room.

	Either way he stayed silent until he heard her sigh in relief, and then stagger to the door again, closing it with what she probably thought was a quiet 'click,' but ended up as more of a thud.

	*Thnk*

	He didn't move a muscle until the footsteps had left the landing, moving a finger up to touch the specks of liquid that she had left on his skin.

	It wasn't much.

	His Mother's seed.

	He stared at it in the darkness. It glinted, and he put a nose to it and sniffed.

	It was just as he remembered, the sharp, salty musk.

	He looked over at the tissue box next to his bed. His mind already knew what it wanted.

	He stared at the cum on his finger... and sucked it onto his tongue.

	"Mmmh...

	He pulled down his sheets and unveiled his rock-hard cock, so strained and pulsing from his Mother's actions that it almost looked like it had gained another inch, before grabbing it and pounding it with one hand.

	He found another speck on his check and sucked it into his mouth.

	"Mmmmh-mhhm-mhhh-."

	The orgasm came from the third speck, huffing as he spewed onto his belly, wiping his face for any more of his mother's testicle juice as he finished.

	When he was done the fog cleared, and self-loathing began to creep into his head.

	He grabbed the tissues, cleaned himself up, and fell into a fitful sleep.

---------

	A snorting, fire-breathing dragon appeared in front of Jon, who did a double take, terrified, but then it was morphing into his mother, but she was breathing fire and her cock was spouting lava, and it was hitting his mouth. It tasted just like semen. Excitement began to fill him as he drank it. The lava spilled over the sides of his face, and he lapped it up, and his Mom was eager and groaning, and he was gonna cum, he was going to...

	Jonathon's head jerked up from the pillow.

	He groaned as he felt the wet warmth.

	'Really? This?'

	He hadn't had a wet dream in years.

	A shiver ran up his spine as the taste of his mother's testicles came to him as if she had plopped them straight back into his mouth again.

	He took a while getting dressed, distracted by events the previous night and this morning, wondering what awaited him today.

	When he came downstairs, no tight jeans or sly smiles awaited.

	'Okay... probably sleeping.'

	He made to grab the last chocolate that was left, but found only oat bars.

	'She used up all the last chocolates!?'

	"UGGHhhhhh."

	He begrudgingly thrust a tough, unchewable bar of cemented oats between his teeth, and found them to be almost impossible to separate, the taste so bland he considered whether it would have been worth eating the packaging instead.

	"Hn."

	"H-hey...

	He whirled around to the sight of his Mom looking like she'd not slept in days, dark bags under her eyes and her hair unkempt like she'd been mauled by a bear.

	'A hangover... My mom has a hangover.'

	"Feeling okay?" he asked, watching her gingerly find her way to a chair, her pink nighty wrapped around her.

	Her legs seemed to go on for days.

	"... I'm feeling rough today...

	"I wonder why."

	She paused, staring at him with a pointed look before settling herself down on the kitchen island whilst he detached another boulder of oats between his teeth.

	'Euch.'

	Somehow he managed swallowing the dry lump whole, watching his mother as she clicked on the coffee machine.

	"Did we... disturb you last night?" she managed awkwardly.

	He said nothing, his heart pounding as he remembered the smell of her balls in his face.

	Saliva entered his mouth.

	Her face became tight, and Jon reckoned his lack of a response was making her nervous. A little adrenaline spiked, feeling like he was suddenly speeding towards a head-on collision even though he was sat stationary in their kitchen.

	"It's... I'm glad you had fun."

	Her face jerked up to eye him, the sleepiness on her face vanishing.

	"You... really?"

	"Yeah... you seemed to have fun last night... did you?"

	She turned back to the coffee machine, fully alert, the play of a smile upon her lips.

	"... Yes...

	His heart slammed against his ribcage.

	"... Very much."

	She busied herself with the coffee, although Jonathon was certain her movements were a little surer of themselves, leaning over to expose a bit more of the tops of her thighs under her nighty, the stretch marks just below her ass teasing what lay above.

	Suddenly the oat bar didn't taste so bad, and Jonathon found himself glancing at the clock, wishing it would go slower as his Mother let out a moan upon receiving the first sip of life-giving coffee, closing her eyes.

	"Mm...

	Jonathon watched spellbound, the oat bar halfway-in his mouth as she looked up.

	"... Well, don't leave it halfway," she smirked.

	He almost fell off his chair, before trying to chew slowly, whimpering as he nearly broke a tooth.

	Eventually, with his 'healthy' breakfast consumed, Jonathon reluctantly stood up.

	"I... I'm gonna be late for school...

	"Hmm, okay honey."

	She leaned over the counter. Her breasts were almost slipping free of her top. She was definitely doing it on purpose.

	He stopped, torn between the vision in front of him, and the door.

	"Mom...

	"Mmmyes sweety?"

	She cinched her tits a little more tightly together, never wavering with her eye contact.

	He wavered a lot with his.

	"Uh...

	The fear pulled him in one direction. His desire in the other.

	She was just about to lean back.

	"... Wait!"

	He walked back, and kissed her on the cheek.

	"Bye."

	The smile on her face was like a sunflower blooming.

	"Bye honey...

	The biting of her lip was most certainly not motherly.

	"... I'll be here waiting."

	"Yeah...

	He walked away, suddenly a little scared of that look in her eye as he scooted to the bus before his erection got too noticeable.

	All day he couldn't concentrate, he could only think about how his mother's cheek had felt as he'd kissed it, and the look she'd given him after.

	'I bet her cock was so hard after I kissed her... I wonder if she masturbates whilst thinking about me... '

	It lodged in his mind the whole day, and school simply washed over him. His friends asked him why he wasn't hanging out as much after school anymore, but Jonathon just told them his Mom wanted him at home.

---------

	The kiss at the door became a regular routine, one which sent Jonathon skipping to the bus, and which made his mother smile so wide it could have generated it's own sunlight. One time she even slapped his ass on the way out, and this gave him such a shock (and a day-long hard-on), that he barely registered what was going on around him even when people were speaking right at him.

	"MR Andrews, I said would you like to answer?"

	"Uh, Wha-?!"

	He was jerked out of his daydream by the glare of a teacher.

	"... Care to answer, seeing as you seem so enraptured?"

	"Uh...

	He looked at the chemical symbols on the board.

	Mo Ms Di Ck.

	For a moment he wondered if he truly was going insane.

	"... Nitrogen?"

	Those who had been listening laughed. The rest who, like him, had zoned out completely, joined in a few beats later as they realised he had gotten it wrong. The teacher was far less pleased.

	"Detention Mr Andrews, Thursday."

	"What?! But I-"

	"If you want to enjoy Friday as well, I can arrange it."

	He snapped his lips shut and watched as Mr Andrews smugly went back to his monologue, the whole class forcing themselves to take in the information or risk the same unfortunate fate.

	After class he was lost in his own thoughts when more when the world suddenly revolved, and he was pulled into an eager face with slight buck-teeth, but a sleek-enough hairstyle to cancel them out.

	"DUDE, Mr Andrews is such an asshole huh?" said Chris, clapping him on the back.

	"Hn!... Yeah."

	"Yeah?"

	Chris had olive skin, a short stature, and probably would have been considered nerdy if he wasn't so toned body because he loved MMA. He leaned forwards and punched Jonathon in the side.

	"OOF, what the hell man?!"

	He grinned as Jon felt what was probably a bruise appearing.

	"That's it? Just a yeah?!"

	"YEAH, what about it?"

	Chris let out a loud yipping laugh.

	"BRO, like... you not gonna talk shit about him?! I swear, you got possessed by an angel or something these last few days... or did those prayers at the start of pre-school finally kick in huh?"

	'Yeah, I got dogged by an angel with a cock, and it's my mom.'

	He had to concentrate hard on Chris's face to keep his heartbeat low.

	"Would you... shut up?"

	His friend threw his arms up in exasperation.

	"Mannnnnn you need to wakey wakey... Hey, why don't we do some gaming tonight, my place?"

	Jon paused.

	"Well... I suppose... Mom told me it was wine night though... she might need me...

	"PERFECT!" he exclaimed, "you can come over while she's doing that! You never needed an excuse before, right?!...

	Jon let out an exasperated smile. It had been a while since he'd done anything but ogle his Mom and play Xbox...

	"... Okay, I guess... but I'm not playing that stupid MMA game! You always beat me."

	Chris gave an innocent smile.

	"No worries bro, I would never do that."

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	Annie proffered the wine bottle, pretty face creasing into wrinkles that she hadn't possessed before her two children. She liked to joke she would still look like a model if it wasn't for them, although Matilda knew she still turned heads (just as she herself did).

	"Another top-up?"

	"Of course, keep it coming!"

	A splash of deep red liquid swirled into her glass.

	"Goodness Mattie I'm impressed... and a little scared!... What happened to Mrs squeaky clean?... not that I'm complaining of course."

	Matilda threw back a healthy dose of Ros, the liquid tangy enough to make her feel light-headed, before placing her glass down on where she reckoned the coaster had been about an hour before.

	"Um... Well I guess I... oh I don't know...

	She grabbed it again and swilled it, before enjoying another mouthful.

	"... I guess I got tired... Of doing it all the way I'm supposed to... be well behaved... someone that takes all the shit."

	Annie gasped, impressed.

	"My God, my sweet, innocent Mattie is swearing!? What have your impending forties done to you!"

	Matilda chuckled.

	"Well... for starters I got tired of my son being a little shi...

	She stopped, guiltily.

	"... well...

	Annie nodded sympathetically.

	"It's alright... mine drive me up the wall, make no mistake."

	Matilda sighed.

	"Yeah... But... I might have overreacted a little last time...

	'By fucking the bells off him.'

	She rippled and crossed her legs, swilling the wine loosely.

	"... He reminded me of his Moth-... f-father, I mean... He was a... bitch."

	Annie let out a squawking chuckle.

	"Huhhuh, well that's fair."

	'Tight pussy too.'

	"What?"

	Matilda's eyes widened.

	"Oh... nothing. Just... the wine, sorry."

	The two women sipped their glasses, leaning back in the deck chairs, looking out over the well-kept lawn, atmospheric lights dotted around forming long shadows behind pretty, now ghoulish-looking roses and tulips. Matilda creased her brow, noticing a few small weeds were beginning to show through, the flowers not quite as perky as they had been a week earlier.

	'Since I stopped tending to them,' she thought wistfully.

	Guilt bubbled within her as she was reminded that her frequent wanking on the other hand had increased to almost ten per day.

	Even now her womanhood stood at half-mast, waiting expectantly for it's favourite muse to return from school.

	*DING-DONG*

	"Oh, that'll be the delivery!"

	Annie creased her eyebrows as Matilda rushed away, returning with a package.

	She ripped a little open and peaked inside.

	The smile on her face told a story.

	"What's that?" grinned Annie.

	"Never you mind," said Matilda, marching upstairs to deposit the contents on her bed for later, a hint of PVC showing, before returning, unable to keep the corners of her mouth creased upwards.

	"Honestly... you seem so full of VIGOUR Mattie...

	"Well... I've been focusing on myself a little bit more lately!"

	"Ohhh wish I could say that...

	Annie would probably reach the point soon where she would start to dance uncontrollably, smiling lazily, arms beginning to act of their own accord. It always ended up with her dragging Matilda up for a spin if she wasn't careful.

	"You're a diamond Mattie. Maybe all you need is to get yourself a man that satisfies your ah... urges...

	She giggled, and Matilda joined her, although her own giggle was amplified by the fact that Annie had no idea how far her urges really went.

	"... you know, take your mind off things...

	Matilda grinned, sipping her wine with a little more gusto.

	"Can you elaborate madame?"

	Annie leaned forward with a glint in her eye.

	"Why don't you find a fat cock to fuck?"

	Matilda laughed, throwing herself back in her chair whilst squeezing her leg tighter over the other unconsciously.

	"Haha!... perhaps but...

	"But what?!"

	"Oh... nothing."

	She sat back, taking another sip of her wine, licking her lips.

	Annie's eyes narrowed, leaning forwards with a smile creeping onto her features.

	"Waiiiit... a second...

	Matilda gave her a curious look, feeling heat blossom on her face.

	"What?"

	"There's something you're not telling me, isn't there?"

	Matilda tried to wave her away with a laugh, but Annie knew her too well, and she couldn't stop her cheeks fully reddening.

	"MATTIE! YOU'RE SEEING SOMEONE AREN'T YOU! TELL ME RIGHT NOW young lady, how DARE you withhold this from me...

	Matilda squirmed, warmth rushing to her lower areas.

	"Well... there is... this one guy...

	"OF COURSE there is, spill it!"

	Jonathon's pretty features snapped to the centre of her head.

	"He's... cute."

	"Thank God."

	"... Hot."

	"Love it."

	"I feel... like I've known him my whole life? He just... I feel like I want him as much as he wants me. I've seen how he became a man...

	"Oooh they're the best... Where did you meet?!"

	"Ahhm...

	Her mouth scrambled for an answer her brain didn't possess.

	"... Just... gas station?" she managed, lamely.

	"... Gas station... ?"

	They stared at each other awkwardly.

	Eventually Annie's features unfurled... into a fit of laughter.

	"OHHHhhha Mattie you are a diamond... I hope you didn't make a joke about touching his pump."

	"... Well I suppose technically he touched mine," she muttered.

	Annie snorted, Matilda feeling her cheeks burning up, shifting uncomfortably.

	They sipped more, and Matilda looked down in surprise to find her glass was empty. She blinked, and reached for the bottle and missed.

	"Hmm... stupid... thing...

	Annie leaned over to help her, and knocked the bottle over.

	"OOPS!"

	"Oh fucking hell Annie!" Matilda snapped as the remaining liquid poured onto the patio table, reaching out to pick it up, and missing.

	"OHHHH did you just swear again?!?! who are you devil woman! You can't be my Mattie!" she responded cheerily, reaching out and knocking the bottle over again, this time to the floor, the bottle somehow clonking on the concrete without breaking, although her chest fell into the puddle of wine on the table, dress absorbing a healthy amount of wine. "Oh bugger I've added a bit of colour to my dress...

	"Stop helping!" laughed Matilda, getting up and realising the world wasn't as straight as it had been when she'd sat down. Also her body felt quite warm, even though the breeze was cool on her skin.

	"Don't worry, I've got a solution!"

	Matilda looked round and then moaned in exasperation as Annie was already preparing to uncork the next wine.

	"Oh for goodness' sake, Jon will be home soon!"

	Annie concentrated, grousing as the cork came free with a *pop*.

	"Then we'll have to be quick won't we!" said Annie, attempting to pour out half a bottle into her glass, spilling everywhere. "I'll see you inside, it's getting cold!"

	"No don't-"

	But Annie was already tottering into the dining room, the bottle and glass in her hands, filled to the brim.

	Matilda rubbed her head, woozily making her way indoors after her.

	'Now would probably be a good time to ask her to leave... '

	Apart from already being drunk, she longed to open her goody-bag for tonight.

	Jonathon was going to love it...

	Heat flowed to her crotch.

	'Shit... save it for later.'

---------

	The two men poured with sweat, each intent on pulverising the other.

	One missed.

	The other countered and connected, sending his opponent staggering back.

	The crowd roared for blood.

	Jon jabbed the punch button again and was rewarded with a satisfying *smack* as his fighter caught the other flush on the chin once more.

	He grinned over at Chris.

	"Hey, I'm kinda starting to like this game!"

	The boy gave him a snarl.

	"Aw hell no!"

	Fingers slammed against plastic symbols, health bars flying down in a hail of bops, smacks and slams as the video-game characters attempted to annihilate each other with no regard for their own safety.

	Jonathon began to sweat.

	His health bar was going down faster, if he could just...

	He made a jumping attack, but Chris would surely block-

	"Food, guys!"

	Chris's health-bar hit zero, with a *DING* sound, and Jon guffawed as he somehow released a special finishing combo that hit the other fighter with a thousand punches, leaving him in a heap on the floor.

	Chris threw the controller across the room, steam pouring out of his ears.

	"HEY, no fair, stupid mama distracted me!"

	"Bullshit, you just got owwwwnned."

	"BOYS, are you coming for food?" said Mrs Tate, entering the room and giving a stern eye to them both which made John blush. She disapproved of swearing in her house.

	"S... sorry."

	Chris gave her his best dough-eyes.

	"Five more minutes?...

	She sighed.

	"Alright then... but I better not be coming back up here in half an hour because you two got lost in your silly little games!"

	Jon watched her turn, always enjoying the view as she shimmied out, her dark skin backed up by a caboose that would have needed indicators had it been any bigger. Somehow though, he no longer glazed over upon seeing her buns as they sashayed away. Compared to his Mom, she just didn't have it any more... at least in his eyes.

	'Especially in the crotch department... '

	"Ey, were you lookin' at my Mumma's ass?"

	"What! No!"

	Chris grinned.

	"Ha I saw it... hey, it's okay. Maybe we can swap... give me some of that Matilda junk in the trunk!"

	"No!"

	Chris's eyebrow rose at the way Jon snapped his response.

	"Ooh... caught a nerve?"

	His face flushed.

	"No! It's just... let's play."

	Chris seemed to be searching his face for answers, before seemingly relenting and pressing 'rematch'.

	Jon began to mash buttons, but the dialogue in his head had taken centre stage.

	'Now I wouldn't swap Mom for Mrs Tate in a million years... '

	He kept jabbing a bunch, but his mouth was salivating as he thought about his mom's ass, that luxurious, swollen mass of meat... and the meat in the front of her pants.

	He begrudgingly came down for dinner and played a few more games, but the entertainment no longer grabbed his attention after the reintroduction of such blasphemous thoughts, and eventually he placed his controller down, glancing at the clock.

	"Hey bro... I might head back."

	Chris stared at him in confusion.

	"Bro, what the fuck, it's ten pm. Why you leaving so early?"

	"Oh, I don't want my mom getting worried."

	The boy laughed.

	"Yo, since when did you care about that? I heard you call her a fuckin' bitch every day for the last year!"

	"D-Don't say that!" he threw back, stuttering.

	Chris threw his arms up.

	"Really? Like what the hell man, are you some fuckin' mama's boy now?"

	"No, shut up," he snapped, his cheeks flushing red.

	Chris snorted.

	"Ey, just saying... go, whatever."

	Chris' casual dismissal would usually have been enough to rope him back in, but Jon simply walked off, red in the face with the realisation that not only was he scared enough of his Mother that he could not even think what might happen if he disobeyed her, but her very essence now seem scarred in his head, etched into the bone of his skull so that every time she was mentioned his tongue seemed to want to swallow itself, his stomach becoming a yawing pit with an endless well of anxiety and excitement spewing up from it.

---------

	Matilda pulled up the tutu uncoordinatedly, shimmying it up her wide thighs.

	"This... useddddd... to be eassiierr...

	She rolled on the bed, a bit of saliva falling on her chin, although she didn't see it, her hair a little dishevelled as she rolled back again, still trying to pull the tutu up to her waist.

	"C'MMOoonnNNN!"

	With a groan it pulled around her waist.

	If she had been sober, she might have made a comment about trying before buying, but as it was she burped up something that felt horribly like wine-flavoured vomit, before swallowing it back down, grimacing, and adding the final pieces of the outfit.

	She stared at the brazen slut in the mirror, almost falling over as she managed to stand up in the heels.

	"Perrrffect," she slurred, before tottering unsteadily out onto the landing.

	"Hmm...

	Her breathing felt loud in her head, a belch bringing with it another wave of nausea, and she wondered which bathroom would be quicker to get to... the one in front of her, or the one behind in her bedroom.

	Then she saw her son's room.

	The warmth coalesced into her womanhood, which began to rise as if scenting the trail of it's prey.

	"Hmmm...

	She idly played the tips of her fingers across the mushroom of her cock, as it began to rise to the moon.

	"... Huuurrr...

	Matilda staggered into Jonathon's room.

	The moment she saw it she hurried over to his gaming seat, and smelt the flavours that had gathered in the leather.

	"Uuuhhhhh...

	She began to play with her cock.

	"Mmh...

	Another sniff.

	"Huhhhhhh!"

	Her cock was already rock-hard between her fingers, ripples of pleasure pulsing up it.

	As her masturbation got underway, a car pulled up, unnoticed by the woman chugging herself in her son's bedroom.

---------

	"Thanks Mrs Tate."

	"No problem... say hi to Matilda for me! I need to know what she's up to these days!"

	Jon's cheeks warmed.

	"I... I will...

	He stepped out of the car, watching as it drifted off into the darkness.

	No-one else home, thank God. Only Mom's car in the driveway.

	The lights were on.

	Every step up the driveway was slow, the crackle of gravel beneath his feet loud and oppressive against the silence, the moon his only companion.

	He couldn't see Mom anywhere downstairs.

	'Maybe she went to sleep?'

	*Click*

	"Uh... Hey... Mom?...

	He padded in, his stomach rumbling, ready for dinner.

	"I'm home...

	The stereo was on, playing 80s dance tunes in the background.

	Then he realised... There was a smell he recognised.

	"Oh God...

	Empty bottles and stains covered the dining-room table. Other glasses and one half-finished bottle were outside in the garden. Discarded shopping bags and clothes tags meant that they'd obviously had a good time.

	Wine night again.

	No-one else was here though... they must have gone out.

	"M... Mom?"

	Nothing.

	The darkness seemed to draw in.

	For a few moments he believed he had avoided any potential carnage, until a bustling sound came from upstairs.

	"Mom?"

	It sounded like they were coming from... his room?

	Jittery footsteps made their way to the top of the stairs, sounding slightly strange, careful even.

	"Oh HONNNEYY... I've been waiting for aages, I thought you weren't going to come...

	His heart began to beat faster as she approached.

	Step by step she climbed down to the bottom, until his mother shimmied into view, and Jon's head nearly ejected from his body.

	A black PVC corset had his mother's waist tight, her bust exploding from the top of it. Stockings and garters clung to her legs like perfectly wrapped Christmas presents, and the tutu-skirt she wore looked like she had stolen it off some sort of fairy stripper.

	He looked down and realised the reason she had been walking weirdly was due to ridiculous red wedge-heels that made her monstrously tall. Between red-nailed fingers, she held a riding crop.

	But none of that was as serious as the even more eye-catching issue... She wasn't wearing any underwear, and the head of her half-hard cock was hanging between her legs, the head visible beneath the tutu, drooling liquid onto the carpet.

	"So... how was your night?"

	His mouth hung agog as heat flushed to every corner of his body, hormones bursting into overdrive.

	The snake seemed to bob a little, raising to eye him with it's piss-slit, blind from the cum leaking out of it like a soap dispenser. The trail led all the way from the first step to the centre of the living room.

	"Um... Uh... i-it was fine... how was... yours?"

	*SMACK*

	The riding crop snapped against the sofa, making Jon jerk back.

	"Ha... wow that's... loud... he managed, his voice wavering.

	"... I loooovvved it...

	She pointed the long black implement in his direction, before grinning and doing a twirl so he caught a clear view of her butt lurking under the ridiculously short skirt, droplets of cum flying onto every surface. He flinched as it hit his shoes. Her cock seemed to be getting harder as he watched it, because it was starting to push up her skirt.

	"... Oh the girls make me LAUGH! Annie brought some outfits from her lingerie store, and all matching skirts... I was going to change, but thought you might like to see it...

	He didn't know where to look, trying to unglue his eyes from her body, and the slavering dog between her legs as she eyed him like the prettiest girl at the disco, just waiting to be asked to dance.

	"Mom, Annie bought this for you?"

	"Sure she did," she lied.

	"... Why?"

	She smooched glossy red lips in an over-the-top pose.

	"Oh honey, come on, you know I just wanted you to see it!... Do you not like it?"

	She clicked forwards carefully on her heels, clearly not used to being so raised up, almost losing her balance before she finally stopped, chest heaving in front of his face.

	"Oh...

	He eyed the riding crop gripped tightly in her right hand.

	"You want me to... take my outfit off?"

	His mouth was salivating.

	"I... I don't...

	"Shhhh... I want to make sure you enjoy this...

	As she spoke Jonathon crinkled his nose.

	The stench of wine on her breath was potent, mixing with some unnatural smelling perfume she'd put on, and she was looking a little unsteady as she stared down at him.

	"So, tell me... do you like it?"

	Jon's lip quivered.

	"Uh... it... it is nice...

	"Oh?...

	*SMACK*

	The riding crop on the seat next to his made him jump again.

	"M-MOM would you stop doing that?" he whimpered, although heat was flowing to a lot of areas in Jon's body, and he was having a hard time keeping his face pointed upwards, away from the mountains directly in his eyeline.

	"... just nice... ?...

	"Y-yeah... it's... pretty...

	She stepped a little closer, a not-so-innocent smile on her face, lowering her voice to a whisper.

	"... I've missed you."

	He trembled, feeling something warm touch his midriff.

	"I... maybe I should sleep... he managed, his jaw bouncing, almost trembling at the proximity between him and her incredible rack, plus the monster trying to impale his side.

	She peeled her eyes, and a little darkness was revealed on her face, the lips curling into a frown, the riding crop quivering in her hand with a pinch of tightened leather before she shook her bob-cut hair, stepping back and pushing a smile through again.

	"But it's barely ten-thirty!... and you haven't eaten! No, come on honey... let's order tonight... We both love burger-town right?!"

	"... okay... he said reluctantly.

	"Great!"

	She dropped the riding crop, grabbed her phone and began to order in her girliest, basic-bitch voice, twirling her hair as she did so.

	"Yes, one large hot dog... Annd... for my big, strong man?"

	She raised an eyebrow at him.

	He took his eyes from her thighs, the fishnets tight on the muscles and fat that filled them so wonderfully, her log drooping alongside them, a masculine guard dog amongst a feast of femininity.

	"Um... burger...

	"Right... my man will have the extra-large burger and fries combo."

	'My Man?'

	Images in his head of kissing her, of holding hands, began to flitter through his mind, and he shook his head, trying to cool the fire building in his belly, to think about thoughts that weren't his mom in a slut outfit calling him her man.

	'Am I really going to do this? Am I just going to give in because she wants to bone me like a two-bit whore?... '

	Whilst she was talking, Jon quietly nudged the riding crop she had dropped underneath the sofa. Hopefully in the state she was in, she wouldn't remember it the next morning.

	Eventually Matilda ended the call and seated herself clumsily next to him, crossing her leg over to the point her heel was nudging his leg.

	It was the least subtle thing he could imagine.

	"Mom... how much did you drink?"

	She waved his question away.

	"Oh just a little! Maybe a few glasses... Nothing I can't handle-!"

	As she said this, she almost fell off her chair, her ass waving in the air, before righting herself with an apologetic face.

	"Sorry."

	He glanced out of the window onto the darkening street outside. There were people moving around in the house opposite. What if their neighbours saw his Mom dressed like a stripper?

	"Mom, I'm gonna close the curtains...

	Matilda pouted as he stood up.

	"Oh I'm SORRY, do I embarrass you?"

	She swayed to her feet, lurching so far to the left at one point that she had to steady herself against the television, which listed dangerously.

	"MOM!"

	Jonathon jumped back and came to support her weight, his face somehow ending up in her armpit. Sweat and sharp body odours pressed down on his face.

	"UUffff-!"

	She let out a loose chuckle, eyes unfocused once more.

	"Ohhhh darling... you'rrre my little hero...

	He managed to lead her back a seat on the table, the curtains still wide open as she plopped down on a chair, looking rather dishevelled.

	"Just... wait."

	He nipped over and grabbed the curtains, swinging them closed.

	'One problem over.'

	He turned back to the number one problem of the evening, already gesturing with a single crooked finger for him to come back to her.

	"Come hereeee...

	Jonathon padded forwards before seating himself warily beside her. A hand came to his shoulder.

	"You know... I saw you tidied your room today."

	"Uh yeah... yeah...

	She pressed close to him, her tits flush against his side.

	"It makes me very happy... you know...

	"Thanks...

	"You're... you're reaally maturing."

	"Um... right...

	Part of him wanted things to go back to when his Mom didn't make sexual advances on him, but he couldn't help enjoying the compliments.

	She picked a few things only she could see from his hair.

	"And honey... youuu shouldn't be scared to play games if... if you want...

	"Huh?... So I can play games whenever I want?"

	Matilda pursed her lips.

	"Well... carrrreful honey... you can... you can play some video games sommme time... but you sh-... shoulllld do your chores first... That was always... what I wannned... but then, you never really listened to mmee...

	He pulled back, watching as his mom poured herself another wine, the liquid sloshing unsteadily in the glass.

	"Um... Right... Mom d'you think you should maybe take it eas-"

	She ignored him and drained it, an odd look coming to her face as she looked close to burping, before swallowing it down.

	"Hic... Ammm I a bad Mom?"

	He looked up at her in surprise as she set down the empty glass.

	"What? No, no you're not...

	She huffed.

	"Because... I... I alllways tried to raise you right... It... just feeeeels like you donnn't appreciate me... annnd... yesterday...

	She gave him a hungry look.

	He felt his stomach shrivel up.

	"Yeah... yeah well... I-I'm sorry if I ever made you feel bad... maybe if you drink some water you'll feel better...

	She pushed against him, awkwardly nuzzling him with wet lips.

	"What If I want... wine-uhhh?... what willll you give me... if I... drink waterrrrr...

	Her tongue slipped out and slid across his forehead.

	"Mmmmh...

	"Urrmm... I'll... I'll tidy my room every day!" he squeaked, feeling the wetness on his forehead, trying to stop her free hand shimmy down between his legs.

	"... Mmmmmmhh," moaned Matilda, already snaking her arms around him.

	Jonathon could feel the limbs enclosing around him, the python preparing to throttle it's meal.

	"I... I'll give you a kiss!... if you drink some water!" he cried as she almost squeezed herself onto his seat.

	This made her pause.

	"A kiss... for Mommmma?" she smiled, head subtly swaying from side to side like a pendulum.

	"Yeah... yeah a kiss for Momma," he muttered, adjusting his legs so that his erection wouldn't be so prominent.

	"Mmmm... okay then."

	She set herself back on her seat, and leaned in with an eager smile, pouting her lips.

	He gazed at the unevenly applied lipstick on her face, the scrunched eyes, the slightly untethered woman in front of him.

	His eyes glanced down at the tits she had somehow manhandled into the corset, begging for release.

	'God stop looking... '

	"N-no... water first...

	Her face became harsh and lined for a moment, her eyes snapping open.

	"... a-and I'll give you two kisses!" he squeaked.

	Jonathon felt his life flashing before his eyes, and then she stood up sharply, so quickly he almost had to steady her to keep her straight, before she marched to the kitchen, and poured herself a listing glass of water.

	It was brought to her lips, and leaked down the sides of her face as she gulped it down in two swigs.

	"HHHHUuuurrrrhhhh."

	The belch was so deep it sounded like it been raised from a subterranean cavern, echoing around the house, more in keeping with a docker than the hooker-like visage of his mother, although the way she stomped back to him certainly carried a sense of weight and inevitability.

	The way she sat (or rather fell) down on the chair made it creak painfully under her weight.

	"Kissss!" she slurred; arms open wide.

	He nodded; her visage far less friendly than it had been moments earlier.

	As he approached, her legs opened wide as well, and he glanced down at the tent in the tutu, knowing all too well that his mother was absolutely raging for his insides.

	"That's for laterrrr," she smirked, furnishing him with a wink upon seeing his stare being lowered, and his body felt like it was speeding up, every sense becoming more alert, noticing the slightly unkempt hair that was sticking out by her left ear, the stench of her breath and some sort of cheap perfume as he approached, the nose-breathing that was louder than it should have been.

	By the time he had walked into her arms, he almost didn't know what to do with himself, trembling.

	"O-okay...

	"C'mon... !"

	Pincers grabbed both his arms, and he mewled as she loomed over him.

	"M-mommmph!"

	The wine smell made his hairs stand on end as their lips finally pressed against each other.

	Jon was wrestled into a sloppy, one-sided kiss, their lips less meeting than overlapping as Matilda began eating his face, tongue ploughing straight into his mouth with the intention of bulldozing all that it found there and leaving no survivors, bludgeoning his own tongue and pushing to the back of his throat where it jabbed his tonsils, making him gag.

	"MHG-!"

	The tangy flavours of alcohol and sharpness of the wine made him want to vomit.

	She snorted into his face as her weight began to lean on him, and a hand wrapped around the back of his neck, tightening painfully so he could feel a ring on her index finger digging into the muscle.

	"MMPH-!"

	"MMMMHHHHhhhhhPhhhhhggggggmmm...

	He could feel the bitterness of her, her rubbery lips as they attached to different parts of his face and sucked at anything they could find, her teeth seizing his bottom lip and playing with it, before tiring of it and allowing her tongue slide across his face and nose again.

	When she broke it she was leaning fully against him, almost pushing him off his own chair, her ass half on, half off.

	"There's other things I like about you... about you maturing, I mean...

	Her hand slipped to his belly and began to worm it's way down, and Jon had to wriggle his fingers to stop her, because he didn't want her grabbing his erection and knowing how easily she aroused him.

	"Mom... I'm not sure if... UF!"

	She fell into him, wrapping him up and covering him in an ungainly hug as the chair toppled, wine spilling on the floor as her tits mashed against his face.

	"MMph!"

	They hit the floor with a soft *thnk*, any of the wine glass left thrown to the side as she landed on top of him, laughing.

	"Ohhh whoops!"

	The soft carpet thankfully cushioned their fall, Jon scrabbling as she settled herself on top.

	It was impossible. It felt like she was ten times his size, and twenty times as strong.

	Within seconds he was safely ensconced against her bosom.

	The sweat of her breasts in the PVC rubbed against his face as her huge weight descended on him, the heat and smell of her wrapping him up, and then his body was wrenched into a pose that haunted his dreams at night... his legs parted into a missionary position, with his mother beached on top of him like a drunk killer-whale.

	"Oh darling, why are you sooo good at flirting?" she tittered as she ground her body against his, her tits tight to his chest and wedged against his chin so he could barely breath.

	To an outsider it would have seemed like the sluttily dressed woman was trying to crush the young man against the soft white carpet.

	"I-MMph-m'not... -"

	All of the world honed down to his mother's body, his struggles weakening as the aphrodisiac of her tits on his face turned his protests to mush.

	He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't think.

	And he was rock-hard.

	"Mmph...

	Then something pryed between his legs; her beast was hungry.

	He mewled as the large, angry shaft rubbed against his buttocks, like a tree trunk had come to life and was now trying to burrow directly into his ass.

	"M-Mommph!"

	She ground herself downwards, trying her best to impregnate the figure trembling beneath her.

	"You gotta stop flirting with me honey... don't make mama... angry... she murmured, snorting his hair like cocaine as she breathed in the scent of her unwashed son.

	Jonathon struggled, but nowhere near as much as he should have, his hands rubbing up her sides.

	Then two thick, juicy lips found his own, and began to ease them open again.

	He resisted a little, but the more he avoided opening his mouth, the more his mother's movements became harsher, her grips tighter, hands going from rubbing across him to taking handfuls of flesh, crushing his ass between steel fingers, gripping the back of his neck which sent a chill down his spine.

	"Give meeee your mouth honey... or... or I'll ffffucking break you, bitch," she whispered harshly, before trying to ease him open once more.

	He realised there was nothing he could do, and, trembling, opened his mouth.

	She moaned and dove inside, a whirlpool of tongue and saliva that forced him into a deep, powerful kiss that seemed to go on forever, his Mother's legs butting against his hips as she rubbed up and down on him. The heat and sloshing warmth of her tongue drenched in spit filled his head.

	"MMMhh!"

	He melted into it.

	He'd been dreaming about this for days anyway.

	The PVC was harsh against his belly, his hands coming around her waist to feel her thick babymaker hips, and lower down the cheap tutu barely covering her ass.

	Mother and son wrestled, the huge figure entombing the smaller completely, rendering him as docile as a new-born lamb.

	She broke the kiss, drooling down onto his face.

	The feeling of her glorious ass, so thick and juicy between his fingers, was soul-sating.

	"MMmhhh...

	"Mmm, yeah... fffeeeel me up...

	He hated how aroused she made him.

	"Y-yeah Mom."

	She groaned.

	"Ohhhhhhhhhmmmm! Say that again...

	"Yeah Mom!" he whined, trembling as he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed again, two delicious moons that depressed beneath his fingers, allowing him to squeeze in and grip them wonderfully.

	It was impossible to ignore that his Mom's assets were incredible.

	She grabbed his face so he was back looking into her eyes again, and then she closed her own and slithered her tongue back into his mouth.

	Down it went, crushing against his own and sliding past it to the edge of his throat.

	Wet, deep sloshing kisses were drawn out evilly by Matilda, who knew how to keep goading Jonathon until he was sucking on her tongue with all his might.

	"GLLLHHHH!"

	"MMmmmuuuh...

	The moan she gave was so deep and rumbling that his head felt like a church-bell was being rung in his head, Jon savouring every moment of his mother's arousal, the way her hands clutched him tight, the way she tried to grope every inch of his legs up to the calves which anchored him to her hips.

	They wrestled back and forth for a moment, lost in the scent of the other.

	Her huge body was so uncoordinated and so rough that he worried in the back of his mind that she might somehow twist him in the wrong shape, or grab something so hard she bruised, saliva falling everywhere across his face, dry-humping and jabbing her rock-hard erection straight into his belly as her hands grabbed his hips, then his neck again, followed by a gentle cupping of his balls that made him coo.

	"NNhh-!"

	Just as she was beginning to really work his cute cherries-

	*BING-BONG*

	The doorbell jerked them both from their reverie.

	Matilda broke the kiss, her eyes fiery and passionate, her sons frightened and excited.

	The fingers enclosing his balls squeezed threateningly, making him mewl.

	"Mmuuhm...

	For a moment, they stared at each other, Matilda looking like she was about to dive back in and claim him anyway.

	*BING-BONG*

	"COMING!" his Mother roared, sudden fury etched on her face, the previously beautiful visage becoming strikingly hard and lined, before heavy breathing managed to bring back some of the humanity.

	She stroked his cheek and kissed him gently.

	"Onne... one second."

	With one last push of her solid cock against his waiting butt-cheeks, she reluctantly raised herself up, so tall on her heels that she looked like her head was on a different floor to her feet, before sashaying to the door, tucking the drooling shaft under her tutu.

	"Oh why thank you so much! Here's the tip...

	She smiled at the open-mouthed delivery driver, the poor man ogling her tits almost falling out of her corset before she slammed the door in his face and hurried back, a burger-town bag and two large drinks in one hand as she freed her cock again with the other.

	He watched it spring out in front of her, pushing up the tutu again and splurging a small gob of jizz onto the carpet next to him.

	"Shit!"

	He scrambled to his feet.

	Jon surmised that if he had been in any other situation, he would have been frothing at the mouth at the sight of this scandalously dressed woman wobbling on her high-heels above him with food ready to go.

	"Come eat honey," she ordered with a glint in her eye.

	A long rivulet of cum was hanging from her cock, swaying lower and lower to the ground like a hypnotist's watch.

	Jon watched it all the way.

	'I can't enjoy this... she's so hot... '

	She turned with a light hum of approval, seating herself at the table.

	Jon carefully joined her, pulling up his chair from the floor, glancing at the tutu pressing against the underside of the table.

	"Aren't we... using plates?"

	"It's fast-food honey, just eat here," she chuckled, thrusting the food out of the bags and chucking the waste aside.

	"Oh... okay...

	She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek.

	"Because you've been such a good boy."

	"Oh... Good? Th-thanks Mom... he managed, glancing at the burger that seemed far less important than the figure watching him.

	Matilda was breathing heavily again.

	"Just so you know... if you were a bad boy... I'd have to break you."

	Blood pounded in his ears.

	"Break... me... ?"

	She looked back, and her face had morphed, teeth white and shining with saliva.

	"Yes honey... break you."

	They spent a moment staring at each other. Jonathon felt any shred of masculinity and bravery shrivel up and disappear.

	"Oh honey... you're not eating anything...

	"I-I'm just not hungry yet...

	"No."

	She got to her feet unsteadily. Once again he found himself staring up at a pin-up girl that he probably would have fantasised about fucking over and over, yet that huge cock, still tenting her tutu, seemed to twist his thoughts.

	Tears came to his eyes, even as saliva filled his mouth.

	He only thought about her fucking him now; railing him until he couldn't see, fucking him so he screamed like the girls did in porn when the cocks were too big for their quivering pussies...

	"Mom... what are you...

	She put a firm finger on his lips.

	"Shhh. Let me feed you...

	She took up some fries and pointed them at his mouth.

	"Eat it," she said in a sultry voice.

	His lower lip wobbled as he watched her ecstatic expression close in just behind her fingers.

	The fries entered his mouth, just as salty and tasty as always.

	Her fingers, however, went in with them, and he found himself sucking on them to receive the food being offered.

	"Mph!... Mph...

	"Take your time bitch," she breathed, "you need to get all the flavour...

	When they had finished, her fingers were wet.

	She put them into her own mouth and sucked, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time as she made a point of gulping down any of his left-over saliva as loud as possible.

	Jonathon felt every single fibre of his being wrenched towards his matriarch.

	Matilda leaned in.

	Soft, soft lips.

	The kisses seemed to come easier now, more natural.

	This time he tried to pull her in, but she left it so gently that his head followed her for a moment, before slumping back in disappointment.

	"M... mom...

	"Don't worry, don't worry, another's coming," she cooed as if she were talking to a child, before grabbing some more fries.

	"Here we go... Eat it... my little whore."

	Jon felt his cheeks burning, but nonetheless he let her place the fries carefully into his mouth, chewing as she watched. They both knew he wasn't focusing on the fries.

	When he had swallowed, she was already leaning forwards again, and this time he was coming to meet her, their kiss lurid and passionate, hands coming to cradle Jon's head as his mother laid a deep passionate marker in his face.

	The bitter wine taste of her breath tasted better now, plus the heat of her mouth on his. She broke away quickly, and the look on her face as he tried to follow her lips was one of the happiest he had ever seen, more radiant than a sunflower in bloom.

	"... Kiss me again," he blurted.

	"Oh... yessss sir," she grinned, leaning forwards, and almost missing, Jonathon having to lean to his left to catch her before she kissed the back of the chair.

	"MPHh!"

	"MMMmmmhhhh."

	The two moulded into one another, quiet grunts and yups of soul-sating physical release issuing between them.

	Her tongue stretched his cheek, Matilda grunting heavily in his face like some sort of wild animal as Jonathon let himself be used however she wanted.

	'Mama is so hot when she's aggressive... '

	The moment the kiss broke, saliva dribbling down his Mother's chin, she grabbed the hot dog.

	Jonathon let out an embarrassed chuckle.

	"Is that... for me?...

	A sly grin grew on her face.

	"Smart boy... Jusssst do your best with it... you'll love it...

	She withdrew the large red sausage from it's bun and aimed it squarely at his hole.

	"Give me a showww...

	"... A show?"

	Her eyes seemed to glint red for a moment.

	"You know what I want... give your mama a show, bitch."

	She spat the last word as the sausage feathered against his lips, and he mewled, sticking his tongue out to lick it. His mother let out a little groan of approval as he sucked on the top, before pushing it into the side of his cheek.

	"Ohhhh, I DID raise a good little whore didn't I?" she breathed, tittering in the bright-red face of her son as he tried his best to blow the hot dog like it was her cock.

	Sadly it was nowhere near as large as her dick.

	"You gonna suck my cock like this toniiiiight?" she breathed.

	"Mmmhmmm," he moaned into the hot dog, glancing down where the real thing lurked beneath the tutu.

	The small figure quietly feathered all the way up and down, from the base to the top, his mother assisting him.

	Then she got impatient and shoved it all the way in.

	"GLH!"

	He choked as she pulled it back out and slapped him in the face with it.

	"MPh-wha-"

	"... TOOOO EASY."

	The hot dog was flung across the room as she grabbed him and lifted, Jon squealing as he flew through the air and onto her lap.

	"Let meee give you something with a... a bit of... girth...

	"OHhhhhh Mommmmm-!"

	He landed on her, straddled across her lap like he was ready to make love, pulled up against her belly with her hardness poking into his liver, awkwardly trying to manoeuvre it in front of him.

	Somehow being on her lap and feeling her cock still long enough to reach higher up on his belly than his own was ludicrously sexy, and his trembling fingers grasped her hardness for the first time since that night together.

	It throbbed the moment he wrapped it in his tentative grip.

	'FINALLY... It's so hard!... and hot... '

	"MMMuuhHHH!"

	Her trembling, zealous bellow was followed by a series of tongue insertions that would have made a pornstar blush, her passion so high and intense that Jon almost had no control whatsoever, his head rocked backwards as he was forced to let her stick her muscle wherever she wished.

	"MMPhhh!"

	"mMmmmmhhh...

	It was exhilarating, the lack of oxygen enough to make Jon light-headed as her tongue savaged his own, bullying it and shoving it into the corner of his mouth whilst she revelled in all the textures his insides could provide.

	The two were moaning, mother and son rubbing each other as they French kissed whilst he pumped her throbbing weapon, riding her lap.

	It was so thick and hot, like trying to squeeze a steel pipe with lava coursing through it.

	'What am I doing... SHIT she is throbbing so bad... '

	"MMunnh."

	Jon felt the shaft ripple between his fingers, and then the swollen prick of his Mother launched a small cum flood, the lava pouring onto fists that had been busy wanking her as he sucked on her tongue like a lollipop, the animal thrashing inside his mouth.

	When they finished they were huffing, and Matilda's pre-cum was running off of Jon's hands. It looked like they'd been iced; It was a heavy load for any ordinary guy, yet for his mother he knew it was only the start.

	As he looked into her eyes, feeling the heat of her thighs on his ass, he saw... felt, the presence of that monster rearing it's ugly head; unfocused hazel eyes, blinking, saliva still wet on her chin, a look that brooked no argument.

	She was drunk, and she was getting what she wanted.

	It set his nerves on fire, but his own cock was just as hard as the one between his fingers, still spewing little globules of Momma-nut. Jon hated that he salivated whenever he looked at it.

	'I'm such a bitch... '

	"M-mom... he whispered.

	Her thighs felt so soft beneath his ass.

	"Honnneyyyyy," she chirped back, shoving him backwards onto the kitchen table. "You hard for meeee?"

	"HUH - - M-MOOmMMM!" he squealed as she began to remove his pants with little regard for his struggles, easily tearing them clear revealing his boxers wedged in a cute tent of his cock.

	"MMmm what are you hiding from me?" she gurned, before giving a tremendous belch that made Jon's eyes water.

	"M-Mom... y-you're really drunk...

	She growled, letting out another belch, saliva running freely from her mouth as she staggered slightly, pulling his boxers so hard they simply tore in two.

	"Oooops...

	"M-mom... oh fuck...

	She stared with a rapturous gaze at the pretty little cocklet pointing up at her son's face, mirroring it's parent which loomed above it like an eagle coming to feed it's young chick.

	"Ohhh your pretty little girl-dick is so hard... fuck you're luckyyyyy you weren't born a girl, or I'd make you pregnant right nowwww," she groaned, pushing his legs up in the air so she could press her hard cock up against his ass.

	Jon looked up between his legs in awe.

	'Oh fuck, she's going to fuck me right now... '

	"Mom!"

	He moaned, and placed both his hands firmly on her tits, just over the lip of the Corset.

	They felt incredible, making him want to feel the full weight of them in his hands once more despite the erect member which seemed to be throbbing, almost grinning as it slid against his exposed asshole.

	Tension gripped both mother and son, and Jon realised he was going to have to take control if he didn't want to get utterly poleaxed by his Mother's lust.

	He saw her hips pull back.

	"P-please, wait-!" he cried.

	Matilda stopped dead, her hard cock lined up with his unprotected flower, her son's legs in the air.

	Slowly... tentatively... He reached up, and pulled his Mother in between his legs.

	"Please Mom...

	Her eyes grew wide, and she placed her hands on the table either side, letting herself hang over him like a glacier about to fall and melt into the helpless ocean below it.

	He reached round and began to fiddle with the corset, looking his heaving, lustful mother dead in the eye as he did so, his own breathing just as heavy, sweat dappling his brow as he finally managed to unstring it.

	Slowly, Jon slipped the corset off his mother.

	Tension hung heavy in the air as her breasts were allowed to hang clear, huge white orbs with two pink, squeezable nubs begging for attention. Some of her freckles made their way all the way down to the tops of her breasts, and there was a beauty spot that he hadn't noticed before just inside the left breast, usually hidden by shirts or the proximity between her bosom, but now it was clear to see.

	Jon stared at them... and then pulled his mother's chest onto his face.

	"HHHmphhhh."

	"OOohhhh," groaned Matilda, obediently settling her sweaty, squishy body onto his, subsuming him. Jon moaned into the multitude of squishy delights. The sweat generated by her corset was abundant, and his face was quickly drenched and sticky, but the earthy smells and taste of her body odours as he sucked a hard nipple into his mouth were an enticing cocktail, enhanced by her prodigious weight immobilising him beneath it.

	"MMmphhh-mpph-mpphh...

	"Ohh... yes, milk me," she cooed, clutching his head tighter so not a single sense could escape her, cupping his face in her breasts and running her nails through his hair, tightening to the point she heard a whimper from beneath her.

	He desperately pulled at her nipple with his mouth, tongue swirling.

	"Oohhh... suck-suck-suck... Come on, Mommy needs to be millllked!...

	Her voice become high-pitched and girlish, and for a moment Jonathon had the wonderful feeling of being in control, of pleasuring a girl and hearing her moan at his fingertips.

	"Ooh... oOo-oohoh!"

	It almost felt like what he had hoped his sex-life would be in an alternate universe, before his mom had started fucking him.

	The illusion was burst by a huge cock settling against his own, Matilda's log utterly outmanning his sapling.

	"Hnn-"

	Everything became more vivid, her tangy sweat, the extra stickiness right between her cleavage and under her tits, which were so hot it was like finding a small sauna. He fully lost himself and began to lick at her under-boob sweat.

	"OOHhh Jonny... Honey oh wow...

	Her weight pressed down even harder, to the point she was crushing his face with her chest, and there was a moment where he began to whimper, feeling his head being squeezed between the table and her tits, her cock digging into his stomach.

	"Mmphm...

	She almost didn't realise before blearily raising herself up, knocking over another empty bottle of wine as she did so.

	"Oooh sorry honey... you okay?...

	Heavy, hot kisses were planted up and down his bright red face, Jon heaving oxygen back into his lungs as his mother wrapped him up again, this time grinding her dick playfully against his.

	"HOhhh...

	It almost hurt how violently she dry-humped him, and realising he was about to get poleaxed again, Jon reached his mother's head and squeezed it lovingly with both hands, planting gentle, effeminate pecks across her face. She slowed, moaning and smiling as she allowed her son to bestow his sweet lips on hers.

	"Mmmmmmhhh...

	Of course, she couldn't resist, assaulting his sweet lips and jamming her tongue home.

	They kissed long and passionate, and Jon could feel her hardness openly weeping pre-cum all over his belly before Matilda broke it, and prepared to angle her hips down towards his crack.

	"W-wait, Mom... Please just... let me...

	She stopped, and it was as if a car had been forced to switch gears unexpectedly, demeanour morphing from loving and doting to cold and hard because the union she craved so much was being delayed.

	"What."

	Jon gave his best wide-eyed, puppy-dog face.

	"... Can I go on top?"

	It took her face a few seconds to work out the semblance of emotions necessary, curving into a surprised, but soulful smile, her eyes still shining with a sense of danger, the evil still lurking within.

	"... Allllright... but hurry up."

	It seemed as if she didn't think him capable of taking control, but he knew she couldn't resist the thought of him raping his own ass in front of her.

	"C-come Mom...

	He tried to lead her away from the table where all manner of things might break, the table itself included if his Mother's last rage-induced ass-fucking was anything to go by.

	"Ugh."

	She sniffed, but he grabbed her shaft between his fingers, immediately rendering her docile, her gaze becoming lazy and unfocused once more.

	"C'mon Mom...

	"Yeaaauuh...

	He began to lead his mother by her donkey-dick towards the stairs, his fingers not even able to wrap the whole way around it.

	'It's like leading a horse... how is she so big, and I'm so small?...

	They made an odd pair, the scene akin to a child holding his mother's hand, instead of a young man holding his mother's raging erection.

	Matilda stopped short of the stairs.

	"No, now."

	He looked back, and the unflinching hunger was on her face once more, and he whimpered as he was shoved off his feet, sent sprawling onto the sofa. His mother strode over to stand above him.

	"If you're gonna ride me, you're gonna do it here."

	He nodded pitifully.

	"Y-yes, yeah okay Mom, can you just... lie down...

	She fell rather then sat on the sofa, nearly flattening Jonathon who scooted out the way, watching as his mother looked quite unsure of her balance before lying back, her feet coming up to his face.

	Jon grimaced as the stink of them from her heels was obvious.

	He scrambled up from under her legs and came to straddle her, grabbing her cock and aiming it before she did anything as violent as her expression and restless energy suggested.

	"Hnnn...

	The look on Matilda's face as he began to slide her wet, hot cock-head against his anus could have lit up a city as Jon huffed, trying to steel himself for the entry about to occur.

	'Don't think... just do it.'

	He pushed, and grunted as it came up against the barrier of his anus.

	'Just breath.'

	His Mother stared, glued to the scene like she was watching a finale of one of the trashy soap operas that she loved so much, eyes wide at the drama of her son's pained expression as he tried to push his quivering butthole onto her waiting cock. it was more magical than anything she'd ever witnessed.

	She tried to speak but words wouldn't come out, the anticipation too great.

	"Hu... yuh...

	Her murmurs were punctured by a tiny scream as Jon managed to pop a cock-head through his ridiculously tight anus.

	"OHHHh-!"

	They froze, a perfect sliver of time dedicated to just the two of them, the giving of Jon's most scared area to his mother, willingly, his mother grasping his hips. Jon settled his hands on her breasts, the two of them squeezing in tandem and eliciting low moans from the other.

	"Mmmmuhh...

	"Huhhh-!"

	He scrunched his eyes closed.

	'Just a bit further... '

	This was wrong. This was his Mom. She'd raised him, cooked for him, cleaned for him. If anyone knew...

	A hand grabbed his chin in a vicious grip, and he jerked his eyes wide open to see her enraged, saliva wet on both sides of her mouth, the drunken animal surfacing.

	"Youuu look... Look at meeee," she snorted, nostrils flaring, pulling him down further via his hips to the point where he was halfway impaled.

	"UUhn!"

	The pain and pleasure emanating from his asshole made him grimace.

	She was so big.

	He didn't let his gaze break, despite the instinct to avoid the unblinking leer of his Mother.

	"Dowwwnn," she rasped, rippling with anticipation.

	"Oh... ohkay... he managed, before whimpering and pushing himself down onto the wet, throbbing bollard.

	"HHUHHHH-"

	The thing pulsed, bullying his insides as tears were forced to his eyes, trying not to scream.

	His mother twitched, quiet now.

	It seemed obvious she was enjoying it, confirmed by an odious throb that felt like her cock was literally expanding against his insides, sending a bolt of electricity up his spine that made his whole body straighten.

	"UUHNNn-!"

	Matilda huffed and slapped his ass, the sharp pain making him bite his lip as she grabbed handfuls of his butt-cheeks.

	"Hunn... Riiiiide me like little ponnnny," she slurred.

	"YYyeahh... yeah-uhn...

	He popped his hips a little and croaked as the world went blindingly white.

	"UGH!"

	Her cock rubbed up against the nasty places that really made him feel wonderful, and his legs were trembling as he worked himself up to trying again.

	"Hn... Hhh...

	"Stop *mnn*... teasing!" Matilda hissed, grinding her teeth as the anticipation built.

	Jon moaned.

	"I-I'm trying," he uttered, before popping his hips again.

	"UUUH-!"

	The world turned upside down, and the whoreish, nightmarish whines that her shaft evoked from his insides were deplorable, and far too loud to be contained.

	"UUUHHhhhh."

	Her fingers squeezed, working their way up to his baby-maker hips.

	The thing pulsed inside him again, a nuclear reactor causing energy to radiate from his core outwards to every one of his extremities.

	He tried to develop a rhythm, but tears were streaming as the pleasure overtake him, and he trembled, his cock leaking cum-lava all down the sides, scared of bringing himself to orgasm despite the rest of his body demanding it.

	His Mother's fingers were so tight on his sides that they were beginning to pinch, and he gasped as she gripped him with her nails.

	"Uuu-uuuh... mm-momm...

	She licked her lips, her face scrunched into an angry mask.

	"You know... you're... tooooo slow."

	The room dropped, Jon squealing as he was lifted into the air easily.

	Automatically his legs wrapped around Matilda who assumed a kneeling missionary position on the sofa, grinning cruelly as she forced him against the back, in a foetal position with nowhere to run.

	Her cock for the first time slid to the hilt.

	"Uhhnnnnn!...

	She was about to assault him.

	"M-mom!... Nhn... g... go slow Mommy...

	He thrust his hands to her shoulders and squeezed, giving as doting an expression as he could, trying to ignore the spasms in his right eye from the twinges of her dick against his insides.

	She let out a sneer.

	"... Nooo honey...

	He tried to think of anything to delay the inevitable, scrabbling for answers.

	"Y... you gonna be a bad mom again?"

	She froze.

	For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of emotion... then her face became truly crazed.

	"No honey... I'm gonna be the BEST Mom," she snarled, the far-too-wide smile returning, her voice filled with emotion.

	Jon heaved as she shoved her cock six inches deep, his body spasming as he felt the lubed up monster spurt a little hot cream to help his lubrication even further.

	"HN!"

	"Mmmmm...

	The next shove was eight inches, a full widening of his insides, and it hurt.

	"UHG-M-Mom... !"

	The last shove was all eleven inches to the hilt, a torpedo filling his ass, and Jonathon was rocked by the buffeting, life-changing thrusts of his mother as she abused him for her pleasure.

	"UUHGhhuh-!"

	He tried to get away somehow, but she simply rolled along the sofa with him, Jon ending up on top, glued to her lap again.

	"M-mo-HUHHHH!"

	*SCHWAP*

	The cock slammed home, and Matilda seized his shoulders and began to slam her hips against him like a human punching bag.

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

	Their cheeks began to clap, and he moaned as he was bounced on his Mother's lap like a child on a seesaw, her shaft pounding his insides so hard he could barely breath as his asshole clung to it, almost pleading for it to slow down. It didn't convince her, the pleasure ripped from her son's lips more than enough evidence that she had no need to stop.

	*Thwap-thwap-thwap*

	"UHHN... UHHnu- ughh-uhhnnmmmoommmmmmmMMOMUHHh!"

	Her fingers were clamped on his shoulders, pulling him down so that her cock was drilling him for oil, the boy spasming as five spear punches were delivered straight to his gut, his toes curling from the pleasure being shocked into him. It was as if he was being thrown above the clouds, bursting into face-melting sunlight every time she hilted deep inside him.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

	"UHG-UHHN-UHGNN-uhhooww-UHGHoohhh-"

	His Mom was chuntering, her expression one of frenzied arousal.

	"Oh come on bitch, moan for Momma... oh-ohh-ohhhhh... we got so much time together... I can fuck you all day tomorrow... I'll MM-HHHHHHHuhhh... I'll fuck you so bad you can't go to school... I'll fuck you til you beg for it...

	He was whining, his arms tightening around her sweaty back, his head falling into her tits to provide some comfort from the utter destruction of his rear-end as Matilda began to saw her erection in and out, in and out, in and out like a steam-engine piston.

	*Plap-plap-plap*

	"UHNuhh-uhn-uhHHN-uhhNUHH-!"

	The sounds of churning, heaving sex began to fill the room, the couch groaning and sagging as Matilda's weight plus the bleating figure being slammed down on top of her proved too much for the springs to contain, the couch crunching and depressing beneath them, her roaring adding to the cacophony as she began to open up the throttle, revving to sixth gear.

	"HNNHUH-UHH-UHhHHH!"

	Mother and son fucked like dogs. Minutes ticked on the clock, out in neighbour's houses people would be readying their children for bed.

	Matilda fucked her boy like she was trying to snap him in half, the middle of the sofa depressing deeper as she pulled Jonathon into her fuck-pit.

	Jonathon's eyes rolled back, neck muscles flexing, nails digging into her back as she pounded his prostate to the point that saliva was flowing freely from his mouth, unnoticed by him as he was taken to a special place by his mother, forced into that blinding, soundless space where nothing exists except pure ecstasy, everything connecting back to the blind fury of his mother's love making.

	"Mmmmommm... mommmmm-" he drooled, unheeded by his blistering savage of a parent as she forced him to ride her like a bull, bucking her hips up so hard that the claps of her balls against his lap was like a whip-crack.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!"

	Everything went white.

	It hit him in a hailstorm of boiling ecstasy which zipped up his spine and overloaded the pleasure centres in the depths of his brain, moaning like a zombie as all thoughts dissolved in the swirling vortex, arms and legs clamping to his mother as she attacked his prostate, punished it, arms spasming and tongue lolling as thin ropes of cum spewed onto his belly and the bottom of his mother's tits.

	Some squirted through the crevasse of her bosom and hit them on their chins, his mother lapping at it like a dog aiming for treats, Jonathon not even coordinated enough to understand what was going on.

	"MmmHhm... Mmmhhhh...

	"Uh-uhhhh-uhhhhmmmhuh-phhglhllll...

	His asshole however, continued to automatically clamp tight to the daddy cock sawing in and out of it whenever it hilted, gripping it with a rubbery strength that spoke of true love.

	Please stay here.

	Her oenis heeded his call, never leaving for more than a second, always re-entering to it's deepest point.

	Jonathon shook as he was railed, Matilda temporarily pausing to twist so that she was now standing over the sofa, her boy beneath her folded in half gracefully with his knees behind his head in hooker position number one.

	His ass looked like two ripe peaches, succulent and ready for plucking.

	"MMmmmommmm," he managed, a long rivulet of saliva hanging from his mouth as his neck lolled sideways.

	"No," she said brusquely, "we're not stopping because you're just a little PUSSY!"

	She combined it with a lightning spear to his heart, and Jonathon felt his mother begin to machine-gun huge cheek-clapping thrusts that compressed his spine with each thrust, her hands so hard and immovable on his ankles it was like being sat on a rollercoaster ride that only existed to hammer a long round object into your asshole.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

	She felt his anus oscillate again and a grin broke through her sweat stained face.

	"Yeah, cum again, bitch."

	Jonathon was crying, but he couldn't stop the orgasms rolling through him like a freight train, his sobbing halted by another spear of mind-wrenching ecstasy making him whine like a dog, his tongue lolling to the side of his mouth, limbs shaking in an epileptic fit as his mother used him, whipping him again and again with her package, filling him over and over with her raging hardness.

	Tiny streams of ecstasy launched into the air, hitting himself in the face, and Jon bleated as his Mother slowed her rape to enjoy the way he clung tighter to her, shaking in her arms.

	Once he had finished coming again, his cute little dicklet happily standing tall in the face of overwhelming beauty and strength, Jonathon felt himself being lifted and carried, his face warm and wet as his mother carefully jogged on her heels towards the stairs.

	"M-mom... careful-"

	"Shut uuup," she snapped.

	The stair-ride was somewhat worrying, Matilda teetering so far back at one point that at one point it seemed like she would surely topple back down into the hallway...

	Somehow she stayed upright, making it all the way to her bedroom.

	Jonathon felt her womanhood flex inside him, tendons and ligaments going taut, making him tremble.

	"OH... Oh God... oohhhh...

	His mother did not waste time, running into the room and simply body slamming him into the centre of the bed, chuckling evilly as she began to crush her hips to his, bonking him like a boy who had just been told how sex works and desperately wanted to try it out for themselves.

	*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

	"UHNNGUhnnnNU NNuhh-!"

	"Come on honey... *UHN* let me see my boyyyyy *MMhuhh* cumming for me again...

	Jonathon might have said something if he had been able to speak, hanging on for dear life as she bred him like a bitch.

	*CLAP-CLAP*

	"Blluhhhlb-blh-lbuhh-bluhhhh-"

	Her hands were clumsy, but decidedly firm and grabby, at one point grabbing both his butt-cheeks and holding on tight, enjoying the way the boy squirmed and tightened beneath her fingers

	This feast of a bitch. Of her son.

	After half an hour of bare-back pounding, bed-springs squealing and head-board thumping into the wall so hard that it had almost certainly left dents in the plaster, Matilda groaned, switching into passionate, love-making mode now that she was in control, now that she could force her son to take her dick the way she needed him to.

	"Yeah honey... yeaaauhhhhh!... There's... no escape... *MYUHH* you can't leave me...

	*schllick-shllick-shlick*

	"UHhnnn... UHHHmmmmmommmmaaaaa...

	The last keening cry was so perfect that Matilda froze mid-thrust.

	She felt her balls tighten.

	"Oohhh... Hhhhh-ere it come...

	His mother's eyes rolled up, and Jonathon watched in semi-conscious horror as she jutted her hips, and the insertion brought with it two tons of bull-cream that did not enter his body gently, instead exploding from the tip like a firehose, straight into the centre of his body.

	Heat blossomed through his abdomen as she spread her seed far and wide through his cavities. The pleasure ripped his brain in half.

	"Oohhmmmmuughhuuuuudddd!"

	A roiling cocktail of chemicals began to broil his brain into a soup as Jonathon whined, eyes bugging out as he stared into the eyes of his conqueror, met by his teeth-gnashing, snarling mother, who grabbed tight around the back of his neck and squeezed the vulnerable spot.

	Fucking him was not enough.

	She wanted his soul on a silver platter.

	Her other hand snaked down to his belly.

	"I will make you mine," she croaked, "there's *Hhnn* nowhere you can hide... Nothing you can say...

	Jon whimpered.

	His insides felt like they had been broiled in cum, the goo sitting hot and heavy in his abdomen.

	She nipped the side of his ear.

	"... come on honey... say you love me...

	"Nnnooohuhhh... he groaned.

	Her voice was laced with furious desperation when she said it.

	"Come on honey... come onnnn!... say you love me...

	She had taken him to the heaven of dickings, the mother of all fucks, and Jonathon could not hold back the need for his mother deep inside him.

	"... I l... looove you... Mommm," he slurred into her ear, tears drying on his cheeks.

	Her body tightened so harshly around him that it felt like the universe had collapsed in, leaving only a world of his mother's heat and smell, earthy and sweaty, the chemical perfume unable to mask those natural odours which were so enticing. Fingers gripped him as the woman trembled, moaning like a dying animal.

	"MMmnnnnnuhhhhh...

	Just feeling her pleasure pulsing against his anal walls made Jonathon's heart beat faster in his chest, kissing her on the cheek.

	"lllvve... yuu... he managed, the pressure of her body on his still making it difficult to breathe.

	"YYYuuussss...

	The delirious, shocked expression on his mother's face pulled back, searching his eyes for the truth.

	A long sliver of saliva began to drop down onto his nose from her mouth, but neither person broke the eye contact. He gave a shy smile back.

	"I... llloove...

	Then her hips shifted a little.

	*pfwap*

	"Uhn."

	A note of fear trickled into Jonathon's head as he felt her meat slide in and out, barely an inch, the angry throbbing making it obvious that Matilda was ready to go all over again.

	Three inches retracted and returned, huge testicles patting against his butt.

	*Pwap*

	"Uhhhn... M-mmmmoom...

	"Shhhhh," she giggled, already working up a little speed, "I knowwww...

	He tried to hold onto his mother with weak fingers, managing to keep his legs wrapped tight around her to better prepare himself.

	Her grin became cruel, blinking dazedly as she ploughed an uncoordinated thrust in his general direction, her whole dick barrelling in and out of his ass.

	*THWAP*

	"UUUHNN!"

	The blow rocked him, and he began seeing stars in his vision as his mother opened up the throttle and began to murder him with her cock, punishing his raw ass with pulverising thrusts so deep and hard that the already tortured bed springs screamed beneath him as he took the pummelling of a lifetime.

	*Eeek-eeek-eeek-ek-ek-ek*

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

	The sudden burst of speed would have sounded impressive to an onlooker had it not carried such horrific, anus-pummelling weigh

	*THUNK-THUNK-THUNK*

	The headboard began slamming into the wall so hard it was like someone was trying to kick through the side of the house, chipping dust and plaster from the widening dents.

	*CLAP!-CLAP!-CLAP!-CLAP!-CLAP!*

	"OHHh-UHH-HHH-HHHh-UHHHHH!"

	Wildlife documentaries would have cut away from such brutal footage, Matilda's balls swinging like fleshy wrecking balls trying to batter her son's globes into submission, Jon's toes curling as she took his dignity in her hands and twisted it into something lesser, curled up on the floor shivering as he was emasculated and undone.

	"UUHUHGHHNNGGUHHGNGN-!"

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

	The skin-claps echoed around the bedroom, wet slurping cock-insertions that drove cum and lube across his insides, which now resembled some sort of glue factory.

	Jonathon screamed, muscles going taut as his body reset itself under the wave of chemicals and hormones flooding his arteries, transmitting radiant pleasure to every last corner of his body.

	Matilda was lost in the throes of ecstasy, breathing him, feeling him. All she wanted was her son.

	She was almost jumping before each thrust, the mattress springing her back into the air such was the force with which she pounded down on him, and Jonathon felt all his mental walls collapse, raw and exposed to the hailstorm of ecstasy being fucked into him by his mother, her womanhood filling his boy-pussy like dynamite, obliterating everything lurking within.

	*SCHLAP-SCHLAP-SCHLAP!*

	"You fucking... bitch... she glowered, sweat rolling down her face as she roiled and gyrated like a machine, wiping some snot from her nose on the bed sheets whilst making sure she never let him rest, never let him rediscover any brain functionality where he might not need his mother with all his heart and soul.

	"Uuhmuhhhumuh-uhum-um-huh-muh-uh-muh-m!"

	And she could feel him cumming, see the fear and excitement in his eyes, the lop-sided smile on his face that meant he was about to break and spray his love everywhere, cock rocking and slapping against his belly, barely making a sound due to it's hilarious size.

	"Llooove... yooou... he managed, tears of ecstasy streaming down his face as he was taken.

	"Iiii... love you sonnn...

	His mom was crying too, tears of relief and joy as she took her boy the way she had always dreamed, his legs tightening on her waist, his nails digging into her back as she bred him, trying with all her heart and soul to put a baby into his womb.

	The moment his eyes rolled up, eyelids fluttering like he was having a fit, anus tightening horrendously around the base of her shaft, was the moment pleasure raced to the centre of her cerebral cortex, and Matilda's back arched, moulding herself to Jonathon's front as she fell on him with a scream, her cock rippling and thrumming like a rocket about to take off...

	"HHHUUHHHHHHHHRRRGGGGGGUHHHHH!"

	*SHHLPLUUURRRRTT*

	The sound of custard being squirted out of a firehose was accompanied by a rush up her shaft, and she shivered, her cock tensing as pints of baby-batter began to pound into the inner sanctums of her son's body.

	The boy spasmed, still not seeing, hands replaced by rigid claws as he drooled from both sides of his mouth as his mother raped her love into him.

	He managed a weak, "Ooouhhhhh."

	"yyyYYYYYUUUUHHHHHHHHUUHHHhhhHHHHH!"

	Matilda screamed in his face, high-pitched, ecstatic pleas for the moment never to end, to feel this connected to her boy for the rest of his life as his cock sprayed wildly over the pair of them, reduced to a jizz-sprinkler that would never see a womb, because it was too busy spouting the joy of being an anal slut.

	The two shook as their souls merged together.

	Bubbling heat spread and pressed against Jon's insides, forming a hot dam of heat that marked him as owned only by her.

	Eventually the sounds and rocking subsided to small creaks as the two found their minds again, still glued together at the waist.

	It took a long time for their heartbeats to slow, both able to feel and hear the other's pulse, connected by her conductor rod within him.

	Eventually, the hardness began to soften.

	"L... love y... mom... said Jonathon to no-one, already drifting off into a deep sleep once more.

	Matilda let out a smile, and then burped so nastily that she felt a small trickle of vomit enter her mouth.

	She grimaced and swallowed it back down, the stench of wine heavy in her mouth now.

	"Hmm...

	She looked down and stroked him, enjoying the feeling of his body wrapped around her cock like a hand-puppet.

	"Mmmmh...

	This bed had not had many lovers in it. Who would have thought that he would be the one...

	She could feel her cock softening, finally.

	Her belly rumbled.

	For the first time this evening it seemed she required nourishment different to the sustenance her son had given her.

	Her stomach made an odd, sickly sound again, and she grimaced, attempting to pull her deep-sea diving bell out of her son's anus.

	*SHHHLUUURRrrrppppp*

	The long, slow retrieving of her length from his most private of places would have been seen as grotesque by any onlooker, the cloying swamp of Jonathon's butthole spluttering and exploding with a geyser of cum as her helmet unplugged him completely, widened anus new spewing pint after pint of cum that she had placed inside him.

	*Spurt-spurt-spurt*

	His legs trembled gently as a lake of sperm gushed from his exit, pooling on the bedsheets.

	She smiled as she realised... he hadn't even woken up.

	"Hah."

	He simply lay there, splayed out, his insides pulverised and thick with goo which was leaking from between his buttocks like jam from the centre of a donut, his insides hot from the love-paste his mother had injected into him.

	Matilda came up on her knees, trembling, lip quivering.

	She'd done it again.

	She'd massacred her son's anus.

	Her eyes swept over his limp body, the beautiful slimness of his belly, the plump femininity in his hips...

	A dirty, hazy smile crawled onto her face.

	What was a drunk girl to do? The boy was just irresistible to any woman with needs... she was only human after all.

	A huge burp escaped her lips, and the smell of the wine she'd drank earlier almost made her wretch.

	Food.

	She needed food.

	Matilda dismounted the bed, pleased at least that she could let her wet, drooling monster swing between her legs as she stomped downstairs and grabbed a now-cold burger that they hadn't touched, scoffing it, grease sliding over her lips. By the time she'd finished, the gnawing hunger in her stomach had dissipated.

	Good enough to sleep.

	She would have simply collapsed on the couch... but there was a warm body to enjoy.

	She plodded up the stairs, still trailing her cock-plasma, reeking of alcohol and fast food, and found her way back into her bedroom. As she did, her foot nudged the package, now almost empty due to the lack of corset, tutu and riding crop.

	"Hmmm...

	She pulled out one of the remaining contents of the package, an adorable pink butt-plug.

	A hazy, perverted grin spread across her face, and she approached the sleeping figure, despite her muscles aching for sleep as she crawled alongside him.

	She trailed the butt-plug up his ass to the wet, gushing flower, pressing between his cheeks.

	A slight murmur was the only response.

	"Hn."

	"Good boy," she murmured, before pushing hard.

	"Hnnn!"

	The boy squirmed, eyes blearily trying to open, until the bulbous plug was swallowed by his greedy asshole.

	"Uhhnn...

	After a few moments, barely able to raise his arms, Jonathon went limp again, and his eyelids winched shut.

	Matilda doted for a moment on the most beautiful sight of her life; her son with a pink, girly butt-plug fully wedged between his cheeks, keeping her sperm safely inside him.

	"Mmmh...

	Finally Matilda's body decided enough was enough, her eyelids threatening to lock themselves shut, and she fell on top of her son laminated in both of their juices, before falling into a deep sleep.

	
- Part 3

	
- Chapter 1 - Jon and his futa Mom deepen their twisted romance

	Detention never scared Jonathon. Some students feared the anger of their teachers or shrivelled at the thought of another hour wasted behind a school desk, but his antics meant he'd grown a thick, impudent skin over the years, staring straight through the man in white shirt and grey pants smoothing his tie as he continued to lecture from his desk at the front of an empty classroom.

	"You might be the worst student I've ever had the misfortune of teaching. This essay is nothing but drivel."

	*Thump*

	The man smacked his hand down on the desk.

	Jonathon merely stared. He'd gotten so used to this particular teacher's fury that it just washed over him whilst his gaze wandered to the dirty square tiles above his head, the too-bright halogen strip-lights, and the papers piled high on one side of the large desk at the head of the room. In the corner of the room a computer sat, too chunky and old-fashioned to have been made this decade, or perhaps even this century. The smell of dust, teenage sweat and pen-ink was not enticing.

	Mr Rickson, a small, spectacled man with a growing bald patch gave a weather eye to the boy in baggy jeans and rock t-shirt, shaking his head at the dishevelled appearance as he adjusted his own tie again.

	"I honestly don't understand why we even bother. It's like you never even read the source material."

	"... I did read it."

	"I highly doubt that."

	Jonathon rolled his eyes which infuriated the figure sitting across from him further. Mr Rickson had always hated him even when he wasn't acting up, albeit he had almost always done his best to assume the role of a vindictive poltergeist that avoided work at all cost and dug at people's weaknesses the moment he uncovered them.

	At least, that used to be his modus operandi. Before, he might have flipped the bird, or just smirked.

	Due to recent alterations to his home life, that smirk no longer existed.

	Jon felt an ache below the belt and squirmed in his chair. Mr Rickson reacted as he always did, with sarcasm and a serious case of small-man syndrome that had never quite gone away.

	"Stop wiggling. Are you a worm?"

	He knew better than to answer.

	"As I thought."

	Mr Rickson seemed to enjoy the red blush on Jon's face. He had no idea it had nothing to do with his words, and more to do with why Jon's butthole ached.

	It ached because he had woken up with his Mother's dick in his ass.

	"You're quite simply useless... I wonder who will hire you when you grow up? You'll be a binman if you're lucky."

	His cheeks blushed harder.

	'My Mom wants me... Maybe that's my role in society... to ride Momma's dick.'

	Mr Rickson had no idea... but things were different for Jon now.

	Calculus studies were now completed instead of doodled on, homework was being handed in on time, and he even turned up to his psychology class, which confused the teacher greatly when the faceless name on his register appeared in the flesh.

	It had all changed, because Jon knew that if his Mom caught word of bad behaviour, he would receive ten-minute quickies so violent that Jon pretty much screamed his throat raw as his mother railed him in the speed-bump position, crushing his prostate with unflinching precision, spanking his ass raw and bending him into brutal shapes that left him woozy from the orgasms and hobbling for day after, his thighs aching. As much as it quenched an inner thirst he had never known previously, it still terrified him... the thought of limping into school with stretched thighs and a leaking butthole was too much to bear.

	'I can't... if someone found out... '

	Due to this new ever-present threat, his turnaround in behaviour had shocked his teachers... and his mates even more so.

	"Dude, what the hell... you scared?"

	He looked at the rolled-up piece of paper in Chris' hand, before the boy flung it at Reesha, a tall full-bodied girl with caramel skin and an Indian shawl who, due to bullying, had been forced to grow a thicker skin than most.

	"HEY!"

	She whirled around, and the moment she saw Chris nudging Jon, she flared her nostrils.

	"FUCK you Chris!"

	"I hope you doooooo," Chris grinned.

	"Language!" Mrs Parsons called out, scowling at Reesha and the boys, "and would you please stop throwing things at your peers Chris Leonard!"

	He sniggered at Jon.

	"Your turn."

	Jon merely stayed silent, quietly shaking his head.

	"DUUudeeuhhh! What is wrong with you...

	Many of his teachers had even suspected some sort of plagiarism until they analysed the changes in his demeanour - no longer the loud, foul-mouthed ogre, instead approaching each class with something akin to demureness, although he still possessed a spiky edge on occasion. Most had welcomed this change with open arms, and Jon was almost beginning to enjoy his studies (in some aspects... he still hated reading alone).

	Mr Rickson however hadn't noticed any development at all, seeing any facial twitch or attention-drawing behaviour as a sign that the boy was out of control and attempting to sabotage the wider educational system, and his mood in particular.

	"Can you explain to me the reasoning behind Parsonage's relationship to Meira?"

	Jonathon shrugged.

	"He... loves her, but also is scared of her?"

	"Not good enough. This is twelfth grade English, not kindergarten. We prepared for this for the last two weeks. Did you not study at home?"

	Another shrug. He had studied at home, but there was no point pandering to a man who only searched for flaws.

	"Pathetic. Once your Mother arrives, we'll have to discuss further punishment, or potentially suspension."

	At this, Jonathon's back straightened, but Mr Rickson let out a sharp snort, seeing only cockiness in the boy's every move despite the wideness of Jonathon's eyes.

	"Don't play funny with me Jonathon. I'll be speaking to the Principal about this...

	'Mom is coming... '

	Mr Rickson glanced at the clock. Four pm.

	He had long ago given up wrestling sense into the boy's head, but at least wasting the boy's time and saying some aggressive words soothed his own anger somewhat. He fully expected the boy's mother to arrive and rescue him as she always did, apologising for his behaviour and giving him some less-than-stern words which would have no effect whatsoever.

	Inside Jonathon's head, an entirely different monologue was taking place.

	'Is she gonna be angry with me?... Shit I hope not... maybe she'll fuck me in the car... rail me with that big fat cock... Is she technically my father?... I wonder who my other Mom was... God I hope she doesn't in public... we should wait until we get home... what if someone sees?!?... maybe she'll just make me suck it... Tastes... so nasty... '

	Saliva began to trickle into his mouth.

	The image filled his head; the reason he did his homework now, the same reason he made sure to study for his tests yet also the same reason he sometimes didn't get enough sleep; His Mother's cock dripping filled his mind's eye, oozing cum from the dick slit...

	'So fucking big... thick... Hard... '

	"I hope your Mother takes as much time as possible getting here... maybe it'll shake some sense into your childish brain."

	'What position is she going to fuck me in tonight?... '

	Jon could almost smell her ball-sweat, and shivered. He had no idea what his Mother would do now she had... changed. Not physically, rather revealing a side to her that was animalistic; a lust and hunger that could not be locked away anymore, as well as a fury that shook the foundations of the house whenever it was unleashed. It had certainly shaken his bed-posts multiple times... not that he slept in his room much anymore. Mom's room had become his regular resting place, curled up in her arms whilst they basked in the afterglow of sex.

	He shivered, feeling energy and heat flowing to his crotch.

	'She's coming.'

	Jon knew his mother had unlocked things in him, things that he wished he could forget, yet pined for every waking moment; the way she manhandled him as soon as he woke. How sometimes he would wake up to the sight of her balls sliding up his nose, the pungent odours and a zeppelin cock looming, and above it her gleeful expression. How sometimes she would hurt him a little, and it made him feel good.

	He began to salivate, cursing himself internally for his weakness.

	"It's so disappointing... there are others who would take their education seriously who don't get this opportunity...

	Jon stared down at his desk, trying his best not to get an erection thinking about his Mom.

	'Think of something else... '

	The only problem was, he couldn't stop thinking about her.

	Her dick bulging his cheek, sliding backwards over his tongue...

	'Stop.'

	"... a disgrace... this school does not need a pupil who doesn't have the manners to concentrate-"

	He wondered what awaited when she arrived... would she be aggressive? Would she act just as she used to, so sweet and friendly... ?

	"... and hope that she'll see sense."

	All he knew was, he wanted to keep the fact he was being ridden like a see-saw day and night by his Mom a secret from the world.

	"Ah, here she comes now!"

	An anxious look spread across Jon's face, mirrored in Mr Rickson's as he adjusted his glasses and brown tie before turning to face her.

	"Hello... hi... Mrs Andrews."

	Jon's back became so straight it was almost military as his Mom entered the classroom with a polite smile. She was wearing a simple pair of jeans as usual, with an unassuming beige blouse that would never have looked so good on someone else's figure, both men hypnotised by her curves that hit like a semi-truck. Jon's eyes flicked to between her legs, and then away quickly, almost disappointed to see no bulge there.

	"Hello Donald... Jonathon."

	"M-mom...

	'Of course she'd keep it tucked... Don't draw attention to it... don't let your teacher know your Mom has a cock, or they might work out she's fucking your ass every night and day... '

	A sweat droplet crept down his neck. He felt their height difference a lot more clearly now that she wore heels more often.

	"Shh. And please Donald, you can call me Matilda."

	Mr Rickson's smile was wide and strangely unhinged.

	"Ah... of course, Matilda. I-I like your hair today...

	"Oh your charmer, stop it!"

	She waved her shoulder-length hair like it was a shampoo commercial, and both men felt something deep inside them flip upside down and back to front.

	"I did get it done at the salon today," she said approvingly.

	"Quite, I- I did notice!...

	"Dweeb", Jon muttered.

	Mr Rickson flushed so red he might have become a traffic light. Matilda shot Jon a look so stern that it froze his pulse, turning back to the uncomfortable man with a gorgeous smile.

	"I'm sorry Donald."

	"N-not at all...

	She always seemed to be able to get on people's good sides, and of course being gorgeous didn't hurt. Jon was beginning to realise that she came across as the woman too hot to be single, but also neighbourly and down-to-earth enough to be attainable in desperate men's fantasies. Jon found himself equally fixated as she placed her auburn hair behind her ear, wrapping a strand idly around her finger for a moment. It made his heart thump in his chest as he watched her curl it, and the moment she snapped her eyes to his, he found himself spellbound again. A change seemed to come over her as she stiffened, her smile remaining, although her eyes no longer held their friendliness. Jon felt a clear shift from the warm energy of a golden retriever to a cobra in an instant, which sent a nervous twitch through him, his hands clutching the desk.

	She stared unblinking at him as she spoke.

	"Has he been a naughty boy?"

	Mr Rickson didn't detect the mirth in her voice.

	"Yes, I'm sorry to say he has."

	"Oh dear...

	He could feel his cheeks burning, and it had nothing to do with being in detention as his Mother strode forwards on skin-tone high heels and placed a finger on his cheek.

	"Have you been a naughty boy?"

	She turned his face slowly to hers. The dark depths of her irises were terrifying.

	"Y... yes."

	"Hmm... Maybe I'll need to punish you at home...

	She brushed the finger across his lips, and away, leaving Jon barely able to breathe.

	Mr Rickson raised his eyebrows.

	"Well that's... wonderful to hear!... well merited Mrs Ande-... Matilda. Perhaps a confiscation of his gaming devices...

	She tittered. Mr Rickson had no clue the gaming device was barely used any more... not when he had a much bigger joystick to play with nowadays.

	"OH, I dare say so... either that or he'll have to make it up to me in other ways...

	Mr Rickson sighed, his shoulders slouching, once again believing it to be much the same story as usual, all whilst Jon's face burned. His mother was spending barely a second looking at his teacher and most of her time burning a hole in his forehead.

	"Thank you for bringing this to my attention... I'll take it from here."

	The way she became still and unblinking whenever she glanced over at Jonathon was scarier than any horror movie he'd seen in all his years.

	Mr Rickson gulped, trying to control his stutter.

	"I-I really think... a harsh punishment...

	"Not to worry, he'll be dealt with appropriately."

	She came back to him and tickled his chin with a purple polished nail, before squeezing the back of his neck. Jonathon whimpered like a cowed animal.

	"Mmmnn...

	"Come," she whispered. "I'll need to think up the appropriate punishment for you at home...

	"... Okay...

	He could barely speak as she beckoned him with a curled finger, before striding to the door.

	"And thank you SO much Donale."

	"O-Of course... Actually I was wondering if I could get your number... If you ever need anything, I mean...

	"Oh yes of COURSE, how silly of me...

	She placed a hand on his shoulder as he took out his phone, and the man almost buckled from the mere touch of a woman.

	"Here, let me...

	"N-not to worry... it's fine...

	She took it from his hands and punched in the numbers, handing it back. Donald Rickson took it like he had been given a prized antique.

	"Mr Rickson, do let me know if he acts up again will you? I'd hate for his attitude to affect any of the other pupils."

	He seemed to puff up, inflated by her presence.

	"O-of course... we'll keep in touch?"

	"I'm sure we will!"

	Jonathon peeled his eyes, unnerved by the way his teacher was acting for a change, the man no longer focusing his energies on his student as they both eyed Matilda Andrew's buttocks tensing in her jeans with each stride as she left the room.

	A pause as Mr Rickson turned to him.

	"Well... dismissed."

	They shared a look, the dislike palpable in their gazes before Jon hurried out, red-faced, something in his temple pulsing unpleasantly as he imagined Mr Rickson pursuing his Mother.

	'No... '

	His Mother's heels echoed in the long corridor as he caught up, scurrying alongside. She said nothing, which scared him even more.

	'Should I say something? If I speak out of turn... '

	This woman could be brutal. He'd found out the hard way.

	"Mom... ?"

	"Quiet."

	His lips sealed so tight his cheeks almost began to hurt, and they walked out to whiffs of cloud and a slightly crisp wind, the leaves in some trees beginning to turn golden yellow, crunching under their feet. Passing the large, grey gates of the school, they turned out down the road. No words were spoken, the tension growing with every step past busy homes until they reached her four-by-four parked near an empty driveway.

	The fact she made no move to touch him amplified his nerves.

	She unlocked the car, but as he went to take the door, she placed a hand on it, shoving it closed. His Mother took a step forward, seeming to grow taller as she loomed over him, backing him slowly up against the car until her breasts were pressed against his face, soft wonderful mounds inside the shirt with a large bra digging less wonderfully into his chin.

	"Did you flunk the essay on purpose?"

	Her expression was cool, controlled, but the stony glint in her eyes almost made Jonathon pee himself.

	"N-no Mom...

	"Then why did you get detention?"

	"... He marked my essay down because he hates me."

	"And was it warranted?"

	"NO! N-no...

	Her nostrils flaired.

	"Show me the essay."

	"I... he has it."

	Her nostrils flared, and Jonathon's heart pounded in his ribcage.

	"Well then, retrieve it tomorrow please."

	"Yes Mom."

	A small smile broke out on her face.

	"Good boy...

	She cupped his bottom as he get onto the car, and gave him a squeeze. Jon melted as he felt her finger ride deep up his crack, knowing she was playful once more.

	"You wouldn't lie to your Mother would you?"

	"No Mom."

	"Good boy...

	As he slid into the seat, she squeezed his thigh hard.

	"... my sexy boy...

	He realised her eyes were smouldering, and she was leaning into the passenger seat like she was about to climb over him, bringing her head closer, the freckles becoming larger as her lips closed in.

	Jon let a sheepish smile, and then her huge lips were crushed against his.

	The thickness of her squishy bands, the unwarranted chemical flavour of her lipstick, was so brief, and yet so powerful.

	When she broke it, Jon looked around, terrified that someone might have seen the blasphemous union of his mother kissing him on the lips. His heart pounded as she looked like she was going to come back for more, before shoving him in his seat, slamming the door and striding to the driver's side.

	Stepping in, she reached down into her jeans and rummaged inside, widening her legs in an unlady-like manner.

	"Ooohhh...

	A sigh of relief filled the car as she pulled some tape from her crotch and flicked it away, Jon watching her crotch swell as her manhood was released from it's prison.

	Jon stared at the bulge as she brought her keys to the ignition, only breaking eye contact with the object of his inner fantasies when he realised that she was smirking. He scowled and looked out of the window, trying not to let the warmth flow between his own legs.

	"Why did you get his number."

	"Because you're soooo cute when you're jealous."

	His face flushed.

	"Hm."

	She chuckled.

	"Oh, and you should learn that keeping people sweet is important... especially the people that grade you."

	"Hmph."

	She nudged him with her elbow.

	"Hey, big guy... I never liked Mr Rickson. AND if the idiot steps out of line... I know exactly where to find him now."

	He eyed her with a worried look as she brandished her phone.

	"Wait... you're going to... with him... ?"

	Matilda had to hold back laughter, scoffing.

	"Oh, you mean... intimate... with HIM?! Darling, you're too cute," she smiled, kissing him softly. Somewhat placated, he sat back in his seat, but the image of his teacher eagerly collecting the phone made him uneasy.

	As Matilda revved the engine and pulled away, he muttered, "maybe you shouldn't kiss me in public."

	She snorted.

	"Maybe you should get better grades at school."

	Trees and houses swept by, the motor humming gently.

	"Well... it's hard when you're... with me, all the time."

	Getting the words 'fucking me' out of his mouth was still hard to process.

	She licked her tongue across her upper lip.

	"Well... stop being a gorgeous little slutty whore, and I'll stop punishing you with my dick, right? We can do a few more homework sessions if you like...

	He coughed.

	"I... I didn't say stop f... doing stuff... together... just sometimes...

	She gripped his thigh with her free hand.

	"Don't worry... how about we do plenty of both, okay baby?"

	He looked over at her almost regal posture, the high chin and straight back of a woman who owned his world, and felt an almost irresistible urge to please her in any way she desired.

	"... okay."

	"Oh, I know it can be difficult honey... we'll work things out. All good couples do."

	His heart felt full to bursting as he heard her say the words.

	"C... couple?" he asked, trying to remain casual.

	"Yes? Why?"

	"Oh it's just... I didn't...

	His Mother's lips grew thin.

	"Well... if you don't want-"

	The words burst out of his mouth so fast they were barely English.

	"ILOVEYOUMOMYOU'RETHEBESTMOMEVER... AND I-I... I wanna be your boyfriend...

	Matilda jammed the breaks, the squeal of tires on tarmac hitting their ears as they were jammed forwards in their seats.

	*SCREEEEEEECH*

	"WOAH!"

	The car lurched to a halt.

	Luckily no car was behind them as Matilda turned, her eyes bulging.

	"M... Mom...

	They were both breathing heavily, Matilda looking like she was about to kill him as Jonathon began to raise his hands in apology.

	"I-I'm sorry-"

	An awful second lingered... until Matilda fell into him and pressed her lips hard against his, almost painfully so. He moaned in delight and relief as she enveloped his mouth, shoving her tongue in, swirling around, filling his mouth with her much larger muscle, her body crushing him against his seat. He melted into the tight hands wrapping around his face, her nose poking his eye as she forgot her superior height and power for a moment, excavating any parts of him which hadn't yet been violated. They kissed long and deep until a *BEEEEEP* from the car behind jerked them, and she withdrew her tongue with a wet slurp.

	"Mmh-glph-... You're mine... she said breathlessly, wiping her tongue across her mouth before accelerating again. The next few minutes were spent trying not to crash the car as they flirted, exchanging small glances which made them giggle, Jon even finding the courage to rub his mother's leg.

	She gave a face of longing, as if she couldn't wait for the hand to explore further. He continued to tease, rubbing warmly.

	Then she raised two fingers.

	*Click*

	"M... Mom?"

	Matilda's face, still staring down the road, was filled with molten lust, the fire in her eyes.

	"If you're going to by my lover... I think we need to make some ground rules," she said, her voice low, but dangerous enough to raise the hairs on Jon's neck.

	'Her lover... '

	"When I click my fingers, you turn into a dirty little slut. Understand?"

	"Ok-ayyy... but-"

	*CLICK*

	She didn't even glance in his direction as she snapped her fingers, but Jon could see her free hand gripping the steering while so tight that the knuckles were white, blotches of red on her face revealing a growing heat. His body moved without conscious thought, puppeteered by a pinch of survival instincts and a deep well of desire, leaning over to slide his hand up the wedge between her legs, almost bursting the zipper of her jeans.

	His breath caught in his throat as he came close to true, natural power.

	Matilda let out a rare feminine whimper.

	"Uhmm...

	'So close... '

	It seemed painfully enclosed inside, and Jon let it breath, pulling the zipper down.

	*ZZZZZT*

	Anticipation built in his stomach as Jon pulled the fly open to reveal an incredibly well-filled pair of khaki Calvin Kleins, a spreading dot of wetness clearly visible at the end of a beefy stick. It would have been the perfect advert for boxers, although Jon wasn't salivating for the wet cloth as he peeled the waistband down despite the squirming hips of his mother.

	"Hmm...

	He watched with saliva filling his mouth as her cock sprung out, Matilda murmuring as her taut dick slapped against her belly, flicking a few droplets of jism over everything; herself, the steering wheel and, her son's face.

	"Oo-oohh... Thank goodness...

	The smell (and pre-cum) of a crotch which had been sweating against the seat and interior of her pants hit Jon square in the face.

	"Hhoh!"

	Warm drops dripped down his chin. The smell of musky BO and stale cum was so awful it filled the car, even Matilda crinkling her nose.

	'It's... disgusting but... '

	Saliva filled his mouth, and a furious urge weighed his head down, his opening lips wet for her ugly purple mushroom too big to look pretty, possessing an aesthetic magnetism similar to a bull or a muscle car, pure power and virility. The stench was so potent it seemed to be almost a visible haze that ensnared the senses.

	He reached out to touch it, unable to touch his fingers around the bullish girth, feeling her throb as the engine revved.

	*VVRRRRRRRrrmm*

	"Hnn... That's it baby... help Mommy feel good...

	He stroked it slowly, watching white baby-dew drip down the sides and onto his fist.

	Warmth.

	He licked a trail of wetness from his lips, given to him by his mother, and leaned over, trying not to get poked by the gear stick, coming face to face with the monster, dripping his saliva on it. It was what he needed on a deep, subconscious level, as he had discovered over the last few life-changing weeks. Huge whiffs of a smelly dick filled his sinuses, his vision going fuzzy as he groused, repulsed and yet addicted to the bevy of tangy flavours blanketing his senses.

	Matilda tried her absolute best to keep her eyes on the road, unable to stop herself glancing down at her son's wet lips closing in on her throbbing penis.

	"Oh you shouldn't... I mean it's unsafe... Matilda murmured, pushing her hips into his hand so she could feel his fist squeezing it.

	"Oh... sorry mom...

	Jon looked up in confusion, but Matilda's smile was wicked. A hand snaked into his hair, and he found his head being violently pulled back to centre.

	"Oh honey... you don't need to do that for mummy...

	She pushed down.

	"Don't... Jonathon don't... ohhhh...

	'She's sick... She's forcing me down... '

	He stared down at the approaching piss-slit dribbling a stream of cum down the side of her shaft like a lava stream down the side of an active volcano, and watched with a crushing pressure on the back of his head as his drool joined the stream...

	'... so hot... '

	His mouth was pushed down over the cock-head, enveloping it. Hard suction hoovered his cheeks in as he vacuum packed the cock tight, the hair in his head tightening with it.

	"SSLUurrphhhhgggh-"

	"Hhhuhhhh... !"

	Matilda bucked in her seat as Jon slurped. The hard, glistening shaft pressed onto his tongue, and he hoovered it deeper in, giving into the sluttiness, inhaling the eye-watering scent like it was a cigar too big for his mouth.

	"GggllMmph...

	"Darling... HHhnn... oohhh S-Stop...

	The hand on the back of his head screwed him deeper onto her cock, forcing her spongy mushroom through the opening of his throat and down into his neck. Jon gagged before he could control it, phlegm and saliva basting her dick as he spluttered, hands coming to her thighs to try and slow the inexorable exploration of his body.

	"GLHG-"

	The dick vibrated in his mouth as his Mother moaned, pre-cum drizzling his tongue, sending a ripple of disgust and pleasure down his spine.

	"GLmmmPHH-"

	"Oohhh baby... no need to go so deep so soon... my sweet...

	The hand crushed his head to her lap, and he mewled, tears coming to his eyes as his airways were blocked by the heaving dick now occupying his oesophagus.

	"Hng-!"

	"UHHhhookkay... I guess you're old enough to... uuhhhuuUUUHHhhmmmmake... your own decisions... !"

	She began to power her hips into his face, whilst slamming his head against her crotch. A cock the size of jon's forearm raped his throat as he held onto his Mother's thighs, overpowered by her strength, his jaw impossibly wide and already aching from the girth.

	"GLLGHHHh-LGHH-GLHhhh-HGHGHlll...

	Drool began to fly everywhere as he was face-fucked, Matilda grunting like a boar as she bumped her hips up into his face, the car veering slightly. Her eyes widened as the pavement almost beckoned, shaving the leaves of a tree as she swerved back to centre, the pair rocking which cause her cock to jam into his throat.

	"GLLHGH!"

	"Oooh, sorry darling, sorry!" she panted, pulling him up off her weapon covered in his drool. "Are you alri-?"

	Jon shoved his face back onto her dick and moaned soulfully into it, vibrating all the way up his Mother's pelvis and drawing a high-pitched shriek of pleasure from her lips as she felt a wet, slimy tongue dance across her piss-slit, and then slide down her shaft, the lips coming to her base and nestling in her pubes.

	A gear shifted and the engine roared as Matilda approached her orgasm. Jon felt her flex and pulse between his aching lips as all traces of femininity faded from his Mother as she gave deep grunts, fucking her son's throat with violent, rapid-fire strokes.

	Jon was rubbing his own dick through his trousers as he felt the penis in his face pulse larger than before... and ejaculate a river of hot seed straight down his throat.

	"GLGHHH-"

	"HHHNUUUUhhhhhHHHHH!"

	Matilda and the car engine roared as one, her legs tensing as she jammed the accelerator pedal down, the adrenaline of having her cock sucked by her sweet boy in the passenger seat simply too wonderful to fight against.

	"OHH-JONNN... !"

	*SPLURGE*

	"GLG-GLHG-GHLL-!"

	Jon opened his throat for his mother as he'd learned to do, gulping down a raging torrent of stinking cum whilst moaning into the taut pillar to send further pleasurable vibrations up into her body.

	"Gllhhhmmmmmmm-!"

	"HHHuh-OoOhhHH-!"

	She bucked again, the car jolting as her leg did the same, trying to keep herself from going cross-eyed, bathing in the slutty lips gripping her hilt, an eager tongue still rubbing the underside of her shaft, the throat clinging to the tip of her weapon.

	Jon swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed. He rubbed his boner through his pants, almost close to cumming himself just from sucking on a fat cock. Jism flowed down the sides of his throat, piling heavily in his stomach which was beginning to bloat his belly.

	A few more seconds of horrendous driving took place, the car jerking left and right, until Matilda collapsed in her seat. The car ground to a stop at another set of lights. Panting, Matilda took a moment to catch her breath, stroking her son's hair before pulling it gently, removing him from her dick. The lips sucked all the way up, sending a tingle of pleasure and discomfort up her spine as he licked over the now-sensitive head.

	"Hhoh!... th-thank you honey...

	Jon lay his head against his mother's thigh, the cock resting on his cheek. Rivulets of drool hung from his lips.

	"Mmmm...

	"You know... as fun as calling you boyfriend is... hhnnn... I think we'll stick with you being my dirty little son, alright?"

	His lips kissed up her shaft.

	"Oh darling...

	He sucked her back into his mouth.

	"Mhhmmglhm...

	*Sllurrrp*

	"OHHHh yes... oh son... oHHHh...

	As the light turned green the engine revved, Matilda panting as her son began to coax her dick back to it's fully hardened state.

	The car pulled away.

	
- Part 3

	
- Chapter 2 - Jon and Matilda hurry home and make a mess

	Despite the air con at full blast, she was sweating by the time they made it home, and she dove into the driveway so recklessly that the car clipped the mailbox on it's way in, the clunk and scrunch of something breaking unheeded as she jammed the handbrake on and switched the engine off, before proceeding to grab her son's head with both hands and initiate such a violent face fucking that her balls began to swing up and slap his cheek grotesquely like two fleshy wrecking balls.

	Jon's eyes bulged as he began to gag and choke.

	Matilda pounded her son for a minute, the car oscillating up and down.

	"GLGLGHH-GHGLHGH-"

	"SsssoonnnUHhh-"

	She was getting close; she could feel it.

	Matilda's lip curled into a half-gurn, half Clint-Eastwood snarl as her eyes began to flutter...

	"Matilda! Hey, how ya doin'!"

	Pleasure rifled up her shaft, and she tried desperately to stop it, only half-succeeding.

	She whimpered painfully, bucking as she pumped a cum-bomb in her boy's mouth, and she felt her boy choke under the sudden flood of warm jizz at the exact moment their neighbour called over from his front lawn.

	"Shhiiiit...

	"GLhh-lgh-"

	"Shhhh," she hissed, "shh shhhh...

	"Hey, you alright?!"

	She waited until the main spurts had subsided, murmuring as Jon's head whipped up from her crotch before rolling down the window, both of them staring in what they hoped was a relaxed manner at Mr Cadson the neighbour, giving a friendly wave.

	"Oh... hi... Jon!"

	The man's bushy eyebrow rose a smidgeon, observing their dishevelled hair... and for some reason Jon's mouth looked shiny.

	Mr Cadson stared in confusion at the astonished looks on their faces, Jonathon with icing around his mouth like he'd just been scoffing cake, that natural beauty that was Matilda Andrews looking utterly radiant despite the deranged look on her face.

	"Well M-Mr Cadson!... we were just ah...

	"...

	Mr Cadson waved her protests away cheerily.

	"No no, it's fine to be having a snack in the car!... I'm sure your son has been a... good lad."

	A glimmer of dislike wormed it's way into his head, as her son had always been quite the impudent toddler, especially for someone closing in on twenty years old, but he kept his smile bright.

	"Ha right... yes...

	Matilda's face was red as her eyes snapped to her son's lips, a whinny of fear escaping her.

	"Oh... ah tissues...

	Inside the car, Jonathon's eyes glanced briefly down at his mother's raging boner gripped tight in his hand, bending it at an odd angle so it wouldn't spring up into open view as Matilda whinnied, an uncomfortable smile on her face.

	"Could you... the glovebox," she said in a strained voice, making no motion to open the door, or assist him.

	He nodded, the smell of his mother's cum hot and heavy around his face as he subtly gulped down the semen he had already been holding in his mouth, and grabbed some tissues, wiping his face with it and proffering the box to her.

	"No, thank you," she said back in a clipped voice, despite her cum staining her shirt all around her waist.

	Mr Cadson nodded, realising that Matilda wasn't making any moves to leave the vehicle.

	"Well... I'll ah...

	"Yes... yes talk soon!"

	"Ha indeedy!"

	The man nodded, before pottering back to his lawnmower and pushing it away into the back yard, briefly eyeing the woman's rack and the nervous expression of her son as he did so.

	He grunted.

	Never liked the kid, but getting to see his mother every now and again was worth it... Maybe he'd get lucky with her... then he could smile at the little brat happily all day.

	As the man retreated, Matilda and Jon both took a moment to catch their breaths.

	"Hmmm... maybe we should be a little more discrete," Matilda murmured. She was blindsided by Jon scrabbling over the gear stuck and kissing her full on the mouth.

	"Mmh!"

	"GlLHh... Hhmmm...

	She relaxed back in her seat whilst a younger, vigorous tongue slipped into her mouth and tried to fill it, failing in the cutest way. The mother played along and sucked on the tongue, whimpering like a woman in heat as Jon hefted his hand across one of her breasts, gauging the weight of it whilst wishing there was no bra at all.

	The kiss broke with slobber down both their faces, and Matilda for a moment fell into parent mode.

	"No. Not here... Inside."

	They both scrabbled for their seatbelts, and then marched as fast as they could to the front door, Matilda dropping her keys in the frenzy of trying to find a moment alone with her lover.

	"Fucking... shit...

	"Mom... come on...

	"I'm trying," she growled, shooting a nasty look at him, bent over partly from trying to jam the key in the hole and partly from the erection that was now obviously being constricted by her overworked jeans. Jon felt hormones surge through his body seeing her ass-cheeks trying to rip through the back of her jeans. He briefly wondered how she even managed to get them on, vacuum sealed so it seemed like they would split directly down the ass-crack any second.

	*CLICK*

	The pair rushed into the dark hallway, and the door had barely slammed closed before they were on each other in a frenzy, neither registering the heavy jingle of the keys being thrown to the floor, the school rucksack thrown against the door, or the shoes kicked off with such force that one of Jon's trainers almost landed in the kitchen. This would usually have led to consequences had the situation not been so unhinged as Jon threw a constricting hug around his Mom and thrust his groin against her thigh. Lips met. Warm, wet tongues intertwined.

	Jon lost himself in his mother, just as Matilda lost herself in him.

	"MMMMMPHH-!"

	She loved how vigorous her boy was being, pushing her back against the wall as if he were controlling her movement. She felt it and helped him squeeze his small body against her womanly one, pinning herself against the wall. Jon whined in frustration, overwhelmed by lust yet emasculated by how the fact he could not truly control his mother's much larger frame without her help.

	"Mom stoooop," he moaned between kisses, "I can do it."

	"Can you?" she murmured. "Go on then."

	He pushed with all his might driving her against the wall. She didn't resist, and feeling her son, small though he was, forcefully press his thigh against her boner sent a thrill through her that she certainly hadn't been expecting as her back hit the wall, one of the pictures on the wall of the pair of them dislodging and crashing to the floor.

	*SMASH*

	"OHHH shit!"

	Forcefully she grabbed and lifted Jonathon all in one movement, heaving him into the air as Jon wheezed, feeling his ribs being crushed by his Mother's sudden fear.

	He found himself face-to-face with his panting mother, his legs wrapped around her, constricted in a straight jacket hug, clutching her back like a monkey clutching to it's Mother. The illusion of him being in control was shattered.

	"Are you okay darling?!"

	She kissed him on the head, then the cheek, then the other cheek.

	"Mmmoomm, I'm fine-"

	"MMMLHH...

	She kissed him hard, Frenching straight into his mouth. Jon mewled, once again at her mercy. A demeaning squeeze of his ass followed as she forced his face against hers.

	After a few overly-sexual doting squeezes of his rump, she placed him down, back in his place as her submissive boy as she panted, checking the floor.

	"I'll... clear it darling."

	"No, no I will Mom...

	"It's fine."

	"No, let me! I can do it myself!"

	She gave him a sly look as he balled his fists.

	"Hmm... still trying to take control huh?... pretty sexy."

	He let out a breathless smile and leaned in... just brushing her lips before scurrying to the kitchen, hearing a dangerous growl behind him having been left unsated. Matilda regarded her boy's derriere as it retreated, trying not to give in and charge after him or slaver like a wild dog on the hunt.

	The thought came that he would look pretty in a maid's outfit...

	She took a few deep breaths, carefully padding away from the glass, and grabbed a hair band, tying her hair up in a bun in case she needed to help.

	"Hhhho... shit I'm a bad mother, I'm a bad mother," she muttered to herself, trying to control her breathing and transform herself into parenting mode as Jon rushed back in with a broom and dustpan.

	She took one look at her sandy-haired boy in a baggy rock-band t-shirt carrying a dustpan and brush, and felt a surge of heat to her crotch, murmuring as warm pre-cum blossomed in her boxers.

	"C-careful Mom," he murmured, ushering her clear of the debris.

	"Mhm."

	She stepped aside, a light hand brushing across his shoulder, and they both shivered at the contact, Jon pausing before continuing on and putting the broom to the floor. The soft tinkle of glass being swept into the dustpan was loud in the silent hallway. Matilda stared at her son's bottom, frustratingly hidden by his baggy jeans. Her lip curled.

	There would have to be an adjustment of his wardrobe. It wasn't fair to hide such assets.

	As Jon swept, he could hear heavier breathing behind him, and felt the adrenaline rush as the zipper on his Mother's jeans was undone for the second time that day.

	*Zzzt*

	Somehow hearing but not seeing it felt like he was being hunted, like a predator had just growled in the jungle somewhere but he couldn't see it.

	Jon looked back.

	His mother had a pervy leer on her face, greatly reinforced by the fist chugging the dick spilling out of her boxers. She wanked openly onto the floor, strings of pre-cum already dripping and forming tiny pools of white.

	"M... Mom... ?"

	"Continue darling," she murmured, having to lick the drool from her lips as she began to pant once more.

	"R... right."

	It looked so huge hanging out of her jeans that it made him feel that now-familiar throb of shame as his own dick, already hardening again, throbbed in his pants.

	He turned back and continued carefully pushing the pieces into the dustpan until the floor was clear, always glancing at Matilda as she continued to murmur softly to herself, the subtle wrinkles in her face almost disappearing as she stared at her son, the man who made her feel fifteen years younger.

	"Put it in the bin darling."

	"I... I know Mom."

	"You know?"

	The threat in her voice was so subtle, yet so precise.

	"You know huh?"

	"N... no I just-"

	She let her turgid dick wave in front of her like an ugly bobble-head toy, salivating white gravy in a thin trail across the floor as she walked forwards.

	"Put it down."

	He put the dustpan aside, backing into the living room where he knew comfortable furniture was. He knew she had no compunctions about fucking him on a hard floor. As she advanced, each step steady, she stuck her hips out odiously so the meat-hammer swung wider with each step, hypnotising him.

	"So you think you know better than your mother?"

	"N... no...

	"Tell... me...

	She smiled in that zoned-out, greedy way that she did when she was horny.

	"You're going to tell me...

	He carefully backed into the front curtains, shifting them closed quickly. He didn't have time to reach the one on the side, but at least that was a smaller one that hopefully their neighbours wouldn't pry into.

	"Closing the curtains... are you ashamed of me?...

	Jon set his jaw, and instead of letting his mother bowl him over, ran at her.

	She grinned and accepted his running embrace, catching him and lifting him into a boy-girl make out position with the roles reversed, his legs around her waist, her hands clutching his ass as he grabbed her head and slowly pushing his lips to hers, kissing for a moment.

	"Mmmh... no... you're the best mom ever."

	In that moment he watched his mother's face display a mixture of shame, love, aggression, and vulnerability that encapsulated her perfect imperfections, lustful gaze briefly slipping from his as she wrestled between her instincts as a mother, as an aggressive, sexually driven animal, and as a woman understanding that what she was doing was, to most outside their tiny bubble, unacceptable.

	He broke through it all with a soft caress of her face, enjoying the freckles and the brave smile she put on her face to hide her uncertainty.

	"I love you mom... you're the best... and I don't want you to be taken away from me. I don't want anyone else."

	She nodded, and Jon felt his heart pound in his chest as liquid began to form in her eye. Matilda growled and kissed him deep, scrunching her eyelids so she wouldn't let any tears escape, falling on top of him on the sofa so that he was depressed into the cushions.

	Noone made Matilda Anderson cry when there was fucking to be done.

	They ripped at each other's clothes like savages, Jon needing to unveil his asshole as quickly as possible so his Mom could breed him, Matilda shimmying her jeans down to pull them off, so tight that she almost screamed at the inability to remove them, finally pulling them clear. She put two sets of claws to her panties and ripped them clean off, before tearing at her son's shirt, Jon whimpering as he witnessed his mother tear his favourite straight down the centre, speeding up his removal of jeans and boxers. Quickly bits of clothing littered the floor as Matilda moaned so desperately that it was almost painful, lining her dick up to his waiting butt, pushing it between his cheeks and into his tight (but wider than it used to be) butthole.

	Jon had a moment of yipping as she simply pushed her cum-covered helmet straight through his anal rim, and then she was journeying to the centre of his earth, filling him with that glorious hardness. He lay back and let the ride take over, zips of electricity worming up his body where her shaft was rubbing against his anal walls on the way in, a deep sated moan bursting from his lips as she heaved herself to hilt in his ass, lodging her engorged womanhood firmly inside his ass.

	The pair shook.

	Jon felt the cushions compressed beneath him, his mother's tits pressing heavily on his chest, some strands of hair loose from her bun, making her seem crazed, like some sort of mad scientist that had figured out the key to happiness is fucking your sexy twink son on your living room sofa.

	"I LOVE YOU."

	She said it with such force it was almost spat in his face.

	"Lloove you too," he whimpered, as she slammed her dick into his abdomen, punishing his prostate instantly.

	"-UGHH-"

	"Love you."

	*CLAP*

	"UUGHn-!"

	Their hips-to-ass unions were violent and loud. Jon gave himself over completely to the ecstasy of his mother's penis crushing his prostate, filling his whole body up with pure malevolent love. It was impossible to resist becoming completely, utterly dick-drunk during such debauchery-

	*TING-TING-TING -

	A rather shrill jingle cut through the air, pausing Matilda's hip insertions, and they both turned to look at the phone vibrating in Jonathon's discarded jeans, the bright screen visible through the pocket.

	Matilda grunted, and then heaved so she was reaching off the side of the sofa, Jon whimpering as her dick went to a different angle inside him.

	"HHNnnHnn...

	"Answer it."

	She placed the phone in his hand.

	*beep*

	"H... hi?...

	His eyes widened as he heard the delicate, precocious voice on the phone.

	*Hey... is this Jon? It's Sandy... from school.*

	Jon's eyes bugged out as his Mother looked him dead in the eye with a dangerous snarl and began to slide her penis to the edge of his butthole.

	"I-I... Oh, Sandy, oohhh I... I didn't... !"

	"Who's Sandy?" Matilda murmured, her voice dangerously quiet. Jon's eyes went wide and glassy as he saw the evil in her gaze, feeling her x-raying to the centre of his brain.

	*Didn't what?*

	"Sh-She's... just a classmate," He whispered away from the phone. "AHH uh... didn't... know you-"

	Matilda pushed her penis slowly back into his butthole.

	"-YOU WERE-!... g-going to... !"

	His mouth formed a silent scream as his mother gave a huge, cruel grin and pushed to the hilt, throbbing inside him like a nuclear reactor, sending pulses of pleasure and pain to his brain.

	"... Cccaaaallllllluhh... !"

	He reached the phone as far away as possible from his body and whimpered, tears forming in his eyes as he desperately held in the orgasmic cries being forced in by the sheer wonderful breaking of his body as his mother butted her hips against his ass, filling it completely, sealing off his anal exit with the meaty maypole sitting in his torso.

	"... UUUhnnnUhhhh... !"

	*... Uh... -ou're... acking up... Hello?... *

	Matilda nodded triumphantly. This was what happened when you kept secrets from Momma.

	She plucked the phone from his fingers, winking with glee as her son tried to crunch forwards and reach for the phone, but found himself held in place by the pillar beneath his abs which she butted an inch in and out, forcing a wimpish "UUHN-" from his throat before he could stop it.

	Matilda placed the phone to her ear.

	*Hello... Jon... ? Are you ill... ?*

	"I'm sorry, this is Matilda, Jonathon's mother... To whom am I speaking?"

	She began a gentle rocking motion, pressing her hips against her son and keeping her weight on his legs, the boy folded and helpless as she kissed his ankle whilst keeping the phone to her ear. Jon's anus tightened around her as she slowly hilted in him again.

	*Uh... this is Sandy... from school.*

	Matilda sighed.

	"Oh really... Jonathon never told me about you!...

	She jabbed her hips hard a few times, and Jon's body seemed to be trying to expunge the delirium through any way it could other than verbally, his dick bobbing up and down as it trickled a string of cum to pool in his belly button, his nose beginning to run, tears pushing from his eyes as he let out tiny choked sounds.

	"Huuk... uck...

	Matilda blew him a silent, unsmiling kiss.

	Watching Jon's delicious expressions as he tried desperately not to scream his ecstasy round the house was thrilling in so many ways; watching his eyebrows work themselves up and down, unsure where to go, his eyelids scrunching tight, then bulging open, his hands clawing the sofa then holding onto her spare arm which was keeping his knee against his shoulder. She felt his anus tighten on her hilt and groaned, a shiver of bliss worming into her belly.

	"Nnnnhhhnuh...

	*Oh... He didn't talk about me?... o-okay... um... sorry, I didn't catch that last part!... *

	Matilda could hear the hurt in the girl's voice, and felt the briefest hint of remorse, before quashing it quickly.

	"Yes, sorry. What was it you wanted?"

	She snapped her hips, burying her dick in her son's guts, and the boy's mouth burst forth with sweet birdsong to her ears, which came out in the form of a slutty scream.

	"UUUHNNNnuHHH!"

	*W... what was that?!?*

	"He's got a bit of a stomach-ache at the moment... Matilda breathed, crushing her hips down against her boy's red butt-cheeks, producing another chorus of wailing delirium.

	*SHHLICK*

	"HHUUHHHHNNHhhuh!"

	"... But can I *uhn* take a message?"

	She began a series of rapid-fire thrusts which brought soulful moans in perfect rhythm with her pounding, each groan and whimper fucked out of his mouth by the driving ten-inch pillar impaling him against the sofa.

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

	"UGHN-UGHn-GHN-GUH-UUHN-!"

	*M-Miss, is he okay?!*

	"We're just pumping his stomach," she grunted, drooling onto her son's face, eyes wide and full of madness as she delivered her son to heaven via an anal pummelling to rival any found in hardcore pornography videos.

	*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

	"HNN-UGHH-UHNN-!"

	*Are you sure?!?*

	Jon convulsed, gripping into his Mother's soft arm which bore hard, unflinching muscle underneath the sweet fats, and let fly with his cocklet, a water pistol by comparison to the cannon thrusting between his legs as his eyes rolled upwards in his head, and he lost all sense of reality.

	"Call you back," she grunted, jabbing the red button and flinging the phone hard out of the room, landing with a worryingly jarring clatter against something that was either a floor, wall or solid object.

	She began to chunter into his face, pressing their foreheads together, crushing him into the sofa with her weight.

	"Cum for me... cum for me my boy. YOU'RE MINE YOU LITTLE SLUT... !"

	The body beneath her convulsed. Lost in his world of Matilda, he angled his ass automatically to allow her to penetrate at just the right angle-

	Prostate.

	Drool ran from the corners of his mouth, his head shaking, possessed. His dick pulsed like he was cumming, but the constant stream of sticky cum continued to trickle into the oil-slick that was his belly.

	Matilda felt his asshole constrict like it was trying to cut off her circulation, and heaved.

	"Y-YES DARLING-!"

	Her dick throbbed, and pure pleasure rifled up her shaft and into her brain as gallons of cum flowed in the opposite direction.

	"UUHN-"

	She began to pump her hips with each glorious spurt, her back and buttocks rippling each time she received the perfect hit of her son's ass wrapped around her fleshy spear.

	"-JON-HHhunn-"

	A woman attempting to impregnate her son would have been a blasphemous scene at the best of times, but if any of their neighbours had witnessed the slavering, sweaty beast that was Matilda savage her offspring, the sofa springs squealing in time with her son, they might have felt their stomachs go queasy at how deeply she overpowered him, how she held him down as she bucked each thrust into his guts, how each insertion made his whole body tighten, releasing high-pitched cries with each one.

	They rocked back and forth as Matilda gave her son a deep, creamy donut filling, Jon simply squealing in ecstasy, eyes bulging.

	*Clap... clap... *

	"HHHUNNN-HHHNUN-"

	She alternated her cum groans with quick kisses on his lips, their wet bands sliding across each other, the muscles using them gone awol from the pleasure swirling through their bodies.

	"Uhmm... Uhmmm mm... Uhmm... mm...

	The pair shook, two humans become one; a symbiotic organism bringing debased pleasure to each other in the most unsanctimonious way.

	"UUGHnnn-Hnn...

	Eventually, thankfully, Matilda's last spurts flowed into Jon's broken, cum-filled asshole.

	They panted, basking in the afterglow. Hands shivered, mother and son bathing in the last ebbs of their orgasms, before falling still as Matilda settled her weight onto her boy, propping herself up just enough to allow him to breath.

	She looked up, and through the crack in the curtain, could just see a neighbour across the street arriving home from work.

	'Imagine what they'd say if they saw what I did to Jonathon... '

	She looked down into dick-drunk eyes, delirious from the brain-frazzling pleasure bestowed upon his young, unprepared body.

	"Oohhh darling... that's it...

	She kissed his forehead. It was the most beautiful sight she could ever have imagined.

---------

	It took almost twenty minutes for Jonathon to regain some form of lucidity. He blinked to find his face resting on a semi-flaccid large penis, and sighed. Nothing mattered anymore but this.

	He placed his mouth over the head and sucked it inside, because it was his only instinct now when his mother's penis was involved, plus his ass was sore after the pounding she had bestowed upon him.

	Above him, a goddess groaned.

	"Ohhh give me a rest darling... come up here."

	She pulled his plunger-like mouth up her shaft, whimpering as his lips slid across the sensitive ridges of her helmet.

	"That's it... give mommy a break...

	She swept him up against her.

	Jon cuddled up to her side, pressing against the side of her breast. It was so warm and soft as it moulded around his face, as well as the smell of her armpit providing some extra musk close by.

	Perfect.

	As he revelled in the scents of his matriarch, his mother briefly pushed him away.

	"Hold on."

	He grumbled as he lay back on the sofa, feeling the cool air where once his mom's wonderful warmth had been his pillow. She got up and padded naked from the room, stretching her back as she did so which revealed rippling, ape-like muscles lurking beneath motherly fluff.

	Jon watched her go, thrilled by her physique. She was so feminine, yet undercut by an aggressive power that sent tingles up his spine. A metallic rumbling sounded like she was searching for something in a kitchen drawer, before returning with a lighter and cigarette.

	"I just needed this... There's nothing like a cigarette after some damn good sex," she enthused, placing the object between her lips and lighting it up.

	She took a drag and blew a grey mist into the air. Jon felt it tinge his nostrils.

	"Is it good?" Jon murmured, as she motioned him to sit against her again. He nuzzled against her.

	Her voice came out harsh.

	"Not for you. You will never smoke."

	He mewled and squeezed tighter against her breast as she took a deep drag. More smoke. He felt her chest wheeze slightly.

	"You know... I haven't wanted a cigarette after sex in years...

	"Why... do you need it?" he murmured into her boob.

	"Because you fuck so good," she murmured, lightly smacking his ass.

	*Plap*

	"Hn... Mooomm... he giggled, lightly slapping her thigh back, although it felt like hitting the rump of a cow, pure solid meat under the fats.

	"So... I'm good at sex?"

	She smiled.

	"Oh darling, you take my dick even better than your mother did."

	"Oh-"

	He paused, suddenly self-conscious at being so naked against his Mother's... or rather father's... side.

	"I... right...

	Matilda's cheeks flushed.

	"Sorry... I... shouldn't have said that...

	"No, it's okay...

	He settled against her side again, but the tension remained. Jon squeezed into the side of his mother's breast. They'd never talked about the other parent before. Now he knew why.

	"... What else do you... know about her?... My other mom I mean... What was she like? Were you happy?"

	Matilda's face fell slightly.

	"She was... amazing. Like you."

	Another drag of the cigarette.

	"And yes... we were happy. For a long time."

	"Then... what happened?"

	Matilda looked out at something only she could see, a glimmer of pain coming to her gaze.

	"She... left. One day she just left. Took some clothes, left a note. Never saw her again."

	"But... why? Did she say in the note? Didn't you try to track her down?"

	"The note said...

	She took a huge drag of her cigarette.

	"... not to follow her."

	Jon turned his doughy eyes up at her.

	"And why did she leave?"

	She took the deepest drag of her cigarette yet.

	"I... don't think we should discuss this right now...

	"Mooommmm, pleeaasse...

	He gently nuzzled against her nipple, suckling on it.

	"Hhhun...

	Her back straightened as the pleasure rippled through her breast.

	"Ha alright, alright honey... she said...

	A moment of swallowing her words followed, before she managed to force them out.

	"... that it was all too much. Motherhood... me... She couldn't handle it. So she left you with me, and ran away."

	Jon felt his throat go dry. His mouth fell from her breast.

	"So she left... because of me?"

	Matilda's eyes became fierce, and she stubbed the cigarette out on the coffee table next to the sofa and grabbed her boy, placing both hands either side of his head and looking him dead in the eye with a firm expression.

	"She left because she left. That's all. You did nothing wrong, and you are perfect, and beautiful in every way, do you understand me?!"

	He nodded, fighting back the tears that were attempting to push through.

	"Okay...

	She squeezed his head.

	"And... I know she would have been proud if she could see you now."

	He nodded, feeling sorrow for half a childhood he had never had, alongside a deep love for his true mother; Matilda. Deeper than any passion or lust or friendship, he felt a bond that could never be replicated.

	"I love you," he whispered, holding back tears.

	"I love you too. In all the ways it is possible to love someone."

	She kissed him gently on the mouth, distracting him from his worries, from his pains. Not a kiss of lust, but a kiss of relief, a kiss of intimacy and safety.

	Jon squeezed her tight, letting himself be dragged into the crevasse of her neck and his dick pressed against her belly, half-straddling, half-pinned against the power and heat of her body.

	"Now... you... mentioned something about needing help with some homework?"

	"Tomorrow," he murmured, already falling asleep against her side. She smirked, stroking his hair.

	"Alright then my love... tomorrow."