How Much Do You Really Love Momma?~
*You sat in your room, just finished changing and rushing back home while your mom sat alone in a cafe yet again. Four successful cock blocks. Four dates ruined for your single mother. As you finished pulling up your shorts, the sound of a door slamming shut and the tired, angry and frustrated shuffling of your mother's feet across the floor of her small home. You heard and felt the wall shake as she just shoved her bed in anger and fell on top of it to let out a silent, anguished scream into her pillows. You felt your heart throb in pain, you hated making your momma, your beautiful, lovely mother feel so, defeated. It hurt your soul. But the slow, needy throb of your cock as you knew you kept her away from unworthy scum like those girls and guys she tried dating, keeping her all to yourself once again, it hurt how hard the thought of comforting her made you.
Ignoring your erection, you step out of your room to see the trail she left in her wake. Her beautiful pink lace bra with red Queens of hearts and diamonds patterned across it was torn off and thrown with disgust at the coffee table. The slightly dark spots of under boob sweat still present but slowly drying. Haphazardly, a pair of low heels were kicked off and sent skittering across the hard wood. Only stopping when crashing into the fireplace. On the couch was the scattered contents of a red purse, fresh condoms, mints, a little box of chocolates and a little rose left abandoned, ungiven to the intended. Finally, your eyes went to the bedroom door where a thong was stuck halfway under the door. She likely took them off as she walked to the door and kicked them inside once off, not caring that they got caught under the door instead of sliding to the basket as intended.
Slowly, you leaned in and listened to the soft, muffled sobs of frustration. The sounds of words occasionally are clear enough to be made out. Mainly just self deprecating insults and fears of being alone forever. It made you want to scream. The barge in and profess for her not to fear that. She had you. All she needed. But you knew now wasn't the time. You had to wait for the right moment. Pushing the door open slowly, you peer in and see your mother's large, plump ass bare to the world as her dress was bunched up around her waist. Not a care given about caring for it properly in that moment. Her butt, even when she was crying, was almost enough to distract you from what needed to be done. Slowly, as silently as you could, you slid into the room. You closed and locked the door behind you with only the soft turn of the knob. Alone, cut off from the outside world, you were left with your mother in the most vulnerable you had seen her since the divorce so many years ago. But you pushed those memories down and before she had the chance to react, slid into the bed beside her and wrapped her in a tight, loving hug. She flinched, instinctively trying to pull away before realizing it was you.*
"Baby, sweetie, don't, fuck, I mean fudge, don't scare me like that. I was going to claw you for a second there..." *Your mother's long nails slid up to gently scratch your back as she tried to hide her red eyes and tears in the covers. You just shook your head and nuzzled into her breasts. You knew what would make your mother most comfortable, even if for most, a loving pull into a chest might feel comforting to them, for her, especially with you, you cuddling up to her like this would activate her in a way that far surpassed any desire to be cared for. She had you to care for, to make happy and to shower with love and affection.*
"Momma is the best... You know that? You don't need some stranger to show you you're wonderful and beautiful. I'm right here to do it whenever you need." *You said, looking up from between your mother's breasts, a loving smile on your lips. You were right after all. She was the kindest, most beautiful and best woman ever. Anyone who drew her attention was truly blessed.*
*But you were selfish, needy. You would be the only one. You would be the last one she showed that affection for. Not your father, not some femboy she convince to take her strap. Not some random gock haver who wanted a chaser milf. Just you, her one and only child. No one else would get to touch her, love her, molest her, ravage her, rape her, own her, have her, be babied by her, no one. But you~*
"Oh sweetie... You are the best child a mother could ask for... You always try to reassure me..." *She smiled weakly, trying to make her expression brighter than it actually was.* "Maybe I don't need to try and find another partner right now... It's been... Over ten years already since your father..." *The pain and want was slathered over every word. She was craving the touch of a partner, a lover. She needed it. Her collection of thousands of dollars worth of sex toys over the years clearly were a sign. She just wanted to feel loved and wanted again.*
"Momma... Why don't we have a lil gin and coke? Your favorite! And just, have our own lil stay home date? We can watch some trashy movies, maybe one of those rated M comedies that are basically just porn~" *Your momma's eyebrows rose at the suggestion, a blush coming to her face* "I-If you have one that is funny, sure... It was the director and writer's vision to have... that in their movies..." *You don't give her the chance to think much more about it, or the fact romance might not be the best thing to watch in this situation. You take her hands and pull her up from the bed with you. With a smirk, you drag her out of the room before she remembers she isn't wearing panties or a bra. You take her to the couch and make her sit before going to make her favorite cocktail.
While in the kitchen, you added a little something extra to the drink, smirking to yourself as you remember the description of the product online. "Guarantied to drive you partner into a rut." It had a pretty good effect on yourself, so you knew it was just the thing your sexually frustrated mother needed~* "Here you go momma~" *She takes it and sips while she puts her purse back together. You turn on the TV and cast from your phone a movie, some comedy with lots of sex and uncovered nudity. It was basically just porn. But by the time you both got twenty minutes in, you had to get up and make two more drinks for Momma as she drowned her sorrow in booze. Each one having another dose of rutting aid.
As the movie kept playing, and the booze quickly hit your momma who didn't eat anything because her date never showed. Her head was dizzy, cloudly. It was a heady feeling that was different than when she normally gets drunk. Her face and body turned red slowly, heat filling her from her loins outward. She was glad she wasn't wearing a bra or panties, as the heat was making her want to strip even though she just had a small, thin dress on at that moment. Her hand went down to her crotch, rubbing absentmindedly as she drank with the other. Giggling at the jokes and gags, but the worst part was she kept staring during the sexy scenes. Biting and licking her lips as she almost growled out how she wanted to make those bimbos moan and beg like dirty little skanks. She felt her body begin to give in to her sky rocketing libido. She hadn't felt this worked up since highschool.*
"Fuck... Fuck I want to make that dumb bitch moan as I rail her in front of that little dicked main character..." *She whispered, grinding into her own hand as she stared at the woman with a chest large enough to rival her own.* "She thinks her tits are bigger... I'll show that slut... Show her who's on top..." *You slide a new glass into your mother's hand as she started to let loose. Her lips spewing out her thoughts, her hand pumping between her legs like a needy teenager. She had lost all track of the world around her, and you took advantage of that. You were stripped down to just an oversized shirt, with your hard, throbbing cock out.*
*You licked your lips, pumping hard and slowly, speeding up occasionally to match her speed. But you weren't trying to cum. You're trying to savor her decline. The slow slide into rabid rutting the drug promised. You wanted to watch her break down, to help her along till she hit rock bottom. What was lower than getting drunk with your kid, watching porn with them and masturbating throughout the whole thing like a deranged and depraved deviant who wasn't deserving of love by "normal" people? Your mother needed to be broken down and allowed to rise again, let her perversion she had passed on to you and repressed for so long come back to the surface. No, your mother wasn't just a bi whore who loved pitching and catching, she was a perverted skank who wanted to go on dates with her sweet lil child and have each other use remote controls to get the other off faster and without notice. To go weeks without showering because they are trying to get their baby addicted to her musk and scent, and to over power any harlot who might try to steal her baby away. No, momma needed to embrace what she once was. What she denied herself to become a single parent. And do all of it only to belong just to each other.
As you stewed in your plan, the movie would eventually end, and Momma would be disappointed, muttering* "Damnit... I was getting close for the first time in weeks..." *But before she could get any worse, you cast another movie to the TV. This time, it wasn't some rated M comedy, but just porn. High quality, well acted and good stories, but just porn none the less. She didn't comment as the mother in this porn had smaller tits and ass than herself. A satisfied smirk on her face that she hid behind her drink glass. As she got deeper, she didn't notice that the next glass you handed her wasn't the same gin and coke, but was rather a creamy liquor and coke. That with each new glass, the cream liquor was just slowly replaced with your cum until she was just sipping on cum as she played with herself in a pleasure fueled haze. She didn't know how much liquor she had, and you didn't know how much of your cum she downed. You just knew that now was the time to give it to her straight from the source.
Leaning over, your pressed yourself against your momma, nuzzling into her arm and pressing your head into her nearly bare chest. Your hand slid up her thigh and grazed her hands as they played between her legs. She almost didn't even noticed, too engrossed in watching the bimbo whore on screen getting bent over and used as a sex toy by their child. She didn't notice the hand you slid up to her chest to molest and grope with a possessive zeal, digging your nails in to scratch and mark her perfect tits. She didn't resist when your squeezed so hard you made her tear up. She didn't resist when you pulled her plump, cock sucking lips in to kiss and claim her mouth. She was lost in the haze, drowning in her need. She would do anything in that moment, because she wanted everything.
Slowly, you stood on the couch, dragging her face against you the entire time. To get the angle you wanted, you stepped behind her, sliding between her and the couch to bring your cock to rest on her shoulder, just barely an inch from her face. And then you stopped moving. You would not force her to do what would come next. No. What she would do next would be because she gave in to the temptation, the deviant that was buried so deep inside herself, only drugs and drinking could bring it out fully again. You watched her head slowly turn, saw the look in her eyes as she stared at it. Saw and felt the way her breathing grew ragged. You felt her shudder, saw her twitch as she brought herself closer and closer to climax. As she sat there, taking your cock in, her head slowly, minusculy drew closer. Until finally, her lips touched the shaft. Her tongue snaking out for a single lick. It felt like electricity went through your body as she visibly and audibly orgasmed.*
*Your body shuddered, cock throbbing in satisfaction. It took nearly all of your will not to just mimic her and cum from just a touch. But the amount of pre that pours out could be considered it for most. You watch as the smell of it only drove her further into ecstasy. From just that single lick, she lost herself. Her lips began to assault your cock, caking it in kisses and her lipstick. Marks upon marks. Through gritted teeth, you gripped her hair tightly and held yourself up against the couch as your knees went weak and you nearly fell over and off the couch. Your eyes rolled up, but you held it. Not this way. You were not going to lose your first load to just her kisses. You needed it to be inside her. It would be the only way.
With your hand on her head, you dragged her face back, and pressed your pouring tip against her lips. You gave you and her a single second to take a breath before shoving your cock through her lips. You made it half way before the waves of pleasure came and you did lose your balance. Your legs buckled and your forced your cock to the base, deepthroating your mother with no warning. Your eyes rolled back, your toes curled, and even trough the stars from smacking your head against the wall you savored the sensation of your first blowjob from the woman you love.*
"Fuck- Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" *With your head spinning your cock pulsed and throbbed, dozens of shots and pulses of cum flooded your mother's stomach and throat. Every single inch of your length was slathered, soaked, and sucked. It was not like your toys, your hands, or the dates your fucked and raped to keep from seeing your mother. This throat, this body, it was what made you, it made you for it. Despite the sparkles and possible concussion mid orgasm, you kept a hand on her head, forcing it down and holding it there. She wasn't going to get out of it, even though that was the last thing on her mind.
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I couldn't think straight. My mind was a fog, a haze of images, feelings and memories. As I watched the screen, the faces changed as my fingers pumped me. I was bent over the table, moaning, begging for it like the degenerate whore I was. But the guy behind me, the one who was supposed to be my child, was my ex. The father of my child, my precious baby. The manipulative bastard who gave me body insecurity, who made me hate how I looked for a long time, who enjoyed watching me cry as he forced me down his tiny cock. All I could think in the moment was I wish it would end. When he finally left me, I had stopped being the caring, loving and whorish person I was before him. All I had left was my baby.
Memories of my precious baby, trying to be a better influence on them than my parents were. As they flashed in my mind, the face on the screen slowly changed. The body changed, becoming more and more familiar. My precious, my one and only. My baby. Mine. With every thrust, every heavy slam, my hand would pump faster. Fingers curl tighter. And just as my orgasm closed in, I felt something on my shoulder. Something hot and heavy. Slowly, I turned, and all it took was for me to slightly move my eyes to see tip of perfection. Of a cock. Of what I had been denying myself for years, and when I did try and get it, I just couldn't make it work. And here one was. One that made my mouth water. One that made my body shudder with repressed need.
I don't remember when I moved, but at some point, I found my lips against the shaft, pressing against the burning length. My tounge darted out and licked it before I could register what was happening. It was like I was struck by lightning. I don't know why, but I came. I came for the first time in weeks, just from tasting a perfect cock once. I let out a series of noises that could barely be considered human and lost it all. I began to assault it, kissing, sucking, licking, molesting it with my lips and tongue. Coating it in my lipsticks, laying claim to this cock over anything else that had touched it before.*
*I didn't stop, it was mine. I knew it deep down this cock was meant to be mine. I would take it, train it, abuse it, love it. I would make it unable to cum for anyone but me. I felt deep inside that if I didn't claim this cock, I'd be alone forever. A hand on my head pushed me forward and took my lips to the tip. I let it happen, wanting it more than anything as pre poured from the tip like a leaky fire hose. When it pushed just enough into my lips for me to taste it, then stopped, I took a deep breath, before finding it pushed towards the back of my throat. I relaxed, squeezed my thumb into my hand and felt the body above me collapse suddenly and had their full weight shove their entire length down my throat. My head was suddenly pinned to the couch under the inches of cock as they sank completely down my throat. My head was spinning, my eyes watering as I did the only thing I could. I sucked. I drank. I swallowed. I have an oral fixation. I need something in my mouth. Usually it's a straw, maybe a toothpick or pen. But when I'm with my toys... Something like this wasn't uncommon for me to force on myself. I do have a fascination with... Stallion silicone...
As the cock had been driven down, it began to cum. To pulse and throb and explode deep down my throat. If I could have, I'd have dragged my head back to take the load directly on my tongue to savor. But my cock wanted this, so I would give it to them. With my world now consisting of just a cock, I gave it my attention once again. No mercy. No stopping or slowing. Until I would pass out from lack of oxygen, I wasn't going to stop.
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You couldn't take it. Too much. Too much sensation. You couldn't see properly. Your vision was full of stars and black spots. You couldn't breathe. It was fading, it was perfection. It was everything you had hoped and dreamed of. And as darkness filled your vision, and unconsciousness claimed you, you could only whisper* "Fuck... I love you... Momma..."
Im going to blame this thought on sleep deprivation. For all the ntr and cuck haters in the world, remember every time you breed someone, that sperm that fertilized the egg cucked millions of other sperm. Your wholesome, loving relationship kink involves the cuckolding of millions of sperm.