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“Do you believe in god Mommy?”
It was an odd question coming out of the mouth of my 10 year-old son. The first thing he even said to me in our car ride to his father's house. The concept of god escaped my consciousness for years. God? Haven’t thought about him or her or whatever that entity chose to manifest itself as in years. Do I believe in god?
“Hmmm. I dunno? Probably some source out there that thinks it’s higher than me.” I gave my boy a little shoulder shove but he was not laughing along. In fact, Kip looks pretty stone-cold scared.
“W-what about Church mom? Have you been going every Sunday too?” The kid looks genuinely freaked out, worried that I’m dooming myself to damnation. I can’t be certain if my secularized disposition is a one-stop track to hell but I do know that I don’t like this kind of talk out of my boy.
“Can’t say I have Kip. Didn’t do it when you’re Dad and I were together and hadn’t done it much since before that either.” My ex-husband and I would probably have considered as far from god as teenagers could get. Our hormonal years had been very rebellious for the two of us. Ton's of weed, tons of loud music, and an especially blasphemous heap of well... premarital sex. That's how we ended up with Kip a little earlier than expected. But nothing whips up a pair of 23 year-old 'love birds' like an unplanned pregnancy. We may have struggled a bit there but things turned out fine, well other than the inevitable divorce and now the influence creeping into my son's state of mind.
I turn my focus to the grip on my steering wheel. I try not to let ‘that woman’ get to me but I know Kip and I know damn well these questions didn’t just pop up in his head out of nowhere. I can't help but grit my teeth knowing that the weekends that Kip was left to his father had him being filled with all sorts of preachy bullshit.
“Aren’t you afraid of hell Mommy?”
No! No, I’m not afraid of Fire World. I’m not phased in the slightest of magic devil dudes dancing around big fires and torturing me with big tridents for forever in eternity. I could just drop acid (again) at a theme park and be just as terrified by the mascots. Except only one of those situations is real and actually happened in a very experimental time in my 20s.
What I was afraid of was my ex-husband’s new wife. Becky-Anne and that whole freak convoy of Jesus freak spooking all nonbelievers into swallowing another big spoonful of their bullshit. What scares me is how it is influencing my 10 year-old son. I could give a shit if my ex wanted to trot down the Jesus path but Kip should be left out of it. At the very least he shouldn't be scared into any way of thinking, religious or not.
“Now Kip, what makes you so sure that Hell is a real place? Or that I’m going to it for all that matters?”
“Becky-Anne told me. We went to Church Sunday and they talked all about how those who don’t believe and those who don’t attend service are doomed for an afterlife of torment. That if I don’t live according to God, I won't get into Heaven.” Rip began to look really skittish, shaking in the passenger seat of the car.
I was so pissed I couldn’t help but squeeze the steering wheel just to let out some kind of stress. “I’ll tell you what Rip, I think all of that is some big nonsense,” I say between grit teeth.
“What?” Kip asks looking up at me with question1 drawn over his face.
“All that hell stuff. I think it’s total nonsense. I don’t think much of anything happens when you die.”
“But what about heaven? Where does your soul go?”
“Hmm… Maybe nowhere. Or I like to think it’s a place with a whole lot of good warm food and lots of movies to watch.”
“Like with extra spicy mac?”
“Extra jalapenos. Delivered right from Dottie's Macaroni Shack.”
“Wow sounds good. And what movies do they got?” Kip's face started to light up. All the kid needed was a little reassurance, and even if my promises may be totally false I had no agendas to attach to any of them.
“The fun ones. With tons of guns, and fight scenes, and explosions.”
“And real squibs?! Not just the computer effect stuff? Tons of blood and stuff like that?” Kip asks with increased excitement.
“Bingo. Just like Android Gang Wars." I suggest the latest movie watched in our never-ending binge to find the best of the worst action B movies.
"And Terminal Tower?"
"Yeah, that too." As I mention my idea of Heaven I can him getting more and more comfortable. He no longer feels afraid of any of that crap my husband’s new church fed him. Hard to believe it was my ex who got him so into all the hyper-violent action movies we loved as teens. Kip even got the same blonde hair as his father, although when I had met him it was long, messy, and shaggy compared to the prim proper way Kip diligently kept himself. It was cute in a kiddy kind of way.
“Sounds cool! What do I gotta do to get in?”
“Ah shit.... shoot I mean uhm, I dunno. Just be a good person, don’t be an ass to less fortunate people. Eat your veggies every once in a while too. Put your socks in the hamper so your mom doesn’t have to wrangle em under your bed.” That one got the cherubic chuckle I knew my little boy had. “Just don’t worry about all that hoity-toity preaching nonsense. You can believe anything you damn please Kip. I don’t got one bit of trust for the church of anything and they did a pretty good job of scaring you over some dumb old fantasy.”
“It all did seem kinda weird. Are they really all liars?”
“I can’t tell you one way or the other Kip. What I can tell you is that the only person who can tell you what is best for the best is you. Trust yourself and don’t let anyone scare you into believing anything. Except maybe I might knock you around if you ever think Hell is scary or real again.” I jabbed at him with a delicate knuckle and he giggled around, knowing his mother loved him.
“Thanks, Mom. You’re so right!”
After arriving at his father’s home I saw Kip off to my ex. I recognize the man I fell for in High-School less and less. We used to be so much different back in those days. We had gross dingy metal band patches strapped on our vests that had the permanent stench of weed molded to the fabric. Gavin had lost any fun side to him years before we divorced, even his sex drive. Before Kip was born we went at it like filthy fucking animals, it's actually surprising I didn't get knocked up sooner. All of that crazy lust just died out one day, at least on one side.
I hate to be the 'prideful' type but even at 33 I was something to look at, I couldn't imagine why someone would stop going at it with me all of a sudden. My hair was flowing well kept flows hanging down my back and curving around the sides and kept a few shades darker than my natural hazel-colored hair. My green eye's where sharp and kept especially piercing through the use of eyeliner. My big puffy 'dick-sucking lips' (my words) are always groomed with a dark shade of lipstick to accentuate them. But even if I and plenty of other men have described myself as scary pretty my body is what I think is the real prize.
H cups! I had damn huge H-cup boobs that were just as perky as they were when Gavin saw them for the first time when we were 15. Only now they were bigger, juicier, pink nipples just as soft and tender as ever. My ass was damn fine too, with enough weight and round plump to really make me struggle to get in my favorite pairs of torn jeans. That denim nestled on my wide hips and firm bouncy bubble butt really paid off when looking in the mirror. Shit, what sin am I doing again? Lust? All I'm saying is how could a guy not be interested in fucking my brains out?
“Hey, maybe take it easy on the communion cakes. Our son is getting freaked out.” I say out the window to Gavin as our son steps out of the car.
"Oh yeah sorry about all that. Becky-Anne and I think it could be an important learning opportunity for him to join us at Church. Maybe even you cou-"
"Gotta stop you right there Gav. You saw me in that Cornea Crusher mosh pit in 07, god hasn't seen this gal's body since. Just go easy on our kid, boys can be really easy to influence. " I try to be cordial with my ex, but things are just uncomfortable. He stands there trying to shrug his shoulders and wave me off. I look at the tucked-in button-down man and see no semblance of the life we once lived. All the energy and excitement left him with each day. We stopped going to concerts, or even dates. It was a mess. He stopped being so spontaneous, stopped caring about his appearance, and even stopped being rebellious to any degree.
Before driving off I can see the beaming face of his wife from the front window. The cross maliciously draped around her neck shins in my direction as if it's trying to me like I’m a sorta vampire. I know that kinda brainwashing is a job fit for a whole Church and my kid is severely outnumbered. Good thing he has quite the excessive sinner of a mommy. Saturday and Sunday, as the custody agreement goes that are Gavin's days to have with his son. Leaving me only 2 days to prep.
I don’t like leaving him alone with that woman knowing he may go anywhere near a church but I can at least try to tip the scales. I use what I can of my vacation time so that next week I can give my undivided focus to Kip. This whole weekend I spare no expense to get the best snacks, candy, and even splurge on a few ultra-violent video games which are totally different from super-violent movies, duh. But those too of course! I'll try my damned hardest to give my son my sense of heaven and show him that groveling in his Stepmother's ideal of religion sucks. I take the entire weekend to prep all up to make sure there was fun and sugar throughout the home but when Kip arrives that next Monday her drops a crucifix-shaped atom bomb on me.
“I wanna be a priest!” Kip announced to me after another Sunday with his father and that woman. He hopes out of his father's car and comes running in as if he had just declared nothing out of the ordinary.
“W-w-w-w-what?! Like preaching and all that?” I have to double take on him just to make sure he isn't seriously fucking with me.
“Uh Huh. Father Baker said I could have a knack for it one day. Bring light into the life of lost souls.” I wanted to barf just from hearing that.
“That's insane Kip! Don't you know how boring that's gonna be? What you aren't going to be able to do?!” I certainly couldn’t fill him in on how awesome sex, weed, and boozing were but that was the least of my worries. Especially with the haul of fun stuff I had for us this weekend.
"A sacrifice I’m willing to make for the lord. Don't you see mom? This is my calling.” He had a huge god-loving smile on his face. Somber, even kind of graceful. I couldn't help but feel furious. I wanted to scream and yell and toss a truckload of Bibles into a woodchipper. But for all the ferocity I had towards that Church I couldn't possibly convey it to my sweet little boy.
“But Kip sweety… What about all those movies we like? And mac and cheese? I even got like 5 tubs of ice cream for the week!”
“Haha. I’m pretty sure I can still eat mac and cheese mom. I just have to stick to less... inappropriate entertainment.”
“But you love Skull Crushers!” I slam my fist in my palm much like the rugged action hero Tony Bronson.
“Well, not anymore…” There was a mild disappointment on Kip's face but he shrugged pff this loss like it was just a missing sweatshirt.
I worried about what to do. Clearly, I had no such control over my son as the church did. I couldn’t believe my boy would be growing into some crony for some fuck all half wit cult. I was furious. I wanted to go drive over to my ex's and beat him and his new wife's teeth down her throat. But most of all I was just feeling defeated. Exhausted almost even. I had to let my blood settle from its boil and just take a little time to think.
“Well, that’s a lot to deal with Kip... You do what you want but I ordered a whole bunch of Fire Burning Mac and I am gonna watch me some Blood Ritual 5.”
“They made a 5th one?” Kip said as his eyes shot up. There was clear excitement for one of our favorites.
“And a Fist Fighter 3 and Extended Cut of Death Force." Kip started to look antsy as I rattled off the movies I got for what should have been a week of secular fun. "Feel free to join me, if you feel so inclined your holiness. Maybe we can talk about… that career choice of yours later.”
I helped myself to a warm bowl of that delicious spicy mac n cheese I ordered a whole tray of. I was almost too worked up to speak my mind but I was holding it all in so my son wouldn't have to see his mother explode.
Curled up on the couch with a treat so spicy I could feel my nose being assaulted before even taking a bite felt a lot less special without Kip. The on-screen action and bullets flying from guns right into blood-splattering targets just weren't the same without my son. It would be hard to deny any of this wasn't making me sad above all else. Luckily not 10 minutes later the 'priest to be' showed up with his own little bowl of macaroni hell.
“Heh… Don’t worry. I won't tell your Step-Mother you are watching this kinda stuff cus I doubt she’d be happy with it.”
“Thanks mom…” He said as he took his first bite with as much hesitation as he did to get on the couch with me.
Kip was trying to appear as the good Church going boy he claimed to be. Completely covers his eyes between the kill shots and blood pools. But I knew my son better, between the slits of his fingers, eyes peaked upon the violence wreaking havoc on the TV screen. A coy smile came across his lips as he mouthed the main characters catch phrase ‘So, who ordered the bullet sandwich? Extra lead,’ Kip loved this garbage and I don’t think any God could keep that away. Five movies later in this shlock-filled action franchise and it was still a mother-son tradition I cherished.
“Enjoying the movie?” I ask taking notice of Kip's sly smile as a henchman's shotgun-torn body is blasted out of a window.
“N-no. I’m not really paying all that much attention.” He tried to hide his excitement between shovels full of mac and cheese but I knew him better, I especially knew what other 'trademark' of the Blood Ritual series was inevitable to happen in this latest entry.
Not long after the second act the actress Tina Hennie reprised her role as the fem fatal, Roxy Orbison. The buxom actress, as always was in a tight and tiny revealing dress showing the ample grace of her endowment as her cleavage practically bounced onto the screen. Kip wasn't even trying to hide the fond appreciation he had for her beauty. I ain't so sure Priest's can like tits that much.
Not long after her character introduction had Roxy gone topless. As with every Blood Ritual her famously huge boobs make an onscreen appearance. Usually, the cinematic sex scene or any nudity would be an awkward lull in our viewing. Dead silence as Kip would pretend like he didn't drool a little just seeing some real tits and me trying to pretend like it is perfectly normal and appropriate for a parent to allow her 10 year-old to be watching films like this. Now I had much more interest in how Kip would be reacting and to my fatal disappointment, the kid had his head cocked the other way.
“Still not paying attention? I thought this was your favorite part of all these movies?” I say make sure to pause at the perfect frame filled with bare busty tits overloading the screen.
“I-It’s not… A man of god shouldn’t look at such things. Not unless it’s with his wife…”
“I have news for you bud. Priests don’t get to marry.”
“What?!” Kip panics at this new revelation. I have a sly smirk on my face knowing I have an in to pull him back to my side.
“They didn’t tell you? Priests don’t get to have any sort of intimate relationship with women. So no boobs.” Kip finally gathered the nerve to look at the screen with longing desire. My son was slowly realizing how absent these mythical globes would be in a life led by god. “No touching, or playing, or even seeing them. These might be the last boobs you ever see in your life.”
“But if god…”
I sank over to my little boy on the couch, putting my arm around his shoulders. “No touching, or playing, or even... well. Let's just say there are lots of other things you can do with boobs. If you get to that point... I mean if you don’t like boobs that much, you can always keep your career as a priest.” I talked in a calm smooth voice. Almost like I was trying to flirt with him. There was definitely something a little lurid and fun trying to get my son horny with subtext alone.
“But I do. I do like boobs!” He blurted, it was like music to my secular ears.
“Yeah? And how would you know? You were willing to sacrifice ever seeing a real pair to be a priest.” I poke at his chest softly.
“I...I…I think they look neat. A-a-and... I shouldn't be doing this. These kinds of thoughts are wrong...”
"Say's who?"
"Father Baker. Rebecca-Anne."
"You mean the people who want to make sure you never see a tit in your life?"
"Yeah... That's messed up..." He said without any irony falling on me as I squeeze my thighs closer and closer to my timid little boy. "Well... I do kinda wanna. Touch one. A boob. Is that bad? Am I going to hell?"
"Fuck no. Boy's your age are supposed to like tits." I squeeze Kip closer to me. If anyone belongs in hell it's me for getting his face this close to my chest. I was trying to get him just turned on enough to resent the church but now I was the one starting to get a little excited.
"Mom language..." He said as his cheek brushed against my chest. He had begun to blush to notice as close as he was to a set of boobs even bigger than what was on the TV.
"No hell. No Church Kip. You can say any swear word you want baby."
"Fuck really?"
"As long as you stay the fuck away from Church!"
"I think I fucking will!"
We laughed with each other, bodies clung uncomfortably close as things picked up, if only verbally. He kept avoiding looking directly at my cleavage but I knew he had his curiosity. "So Kip. Now that you are no longer so committed to being a priest is there anything you would like more than rattling off a few swears and only talking about boobs?" I was trying to be subtle but the kid was 10! I had my entire chest pointing forward and even actively dug into my neckline to give him more to look at.
"Oh... Uhm... More mac and cheese?" He asked as if only to avoid where his eyes tried not to linger.
"Are you sure there isn't a couple of things involving what a Priest can't do with a pair of boobs you'd rather do?" At this point, I was tugging him by the neck back into my outburst chest. His cheeks were smushing against my bra, and I only wanted to pop it off for him.
"I-Is their more boobs in the movies?"
"No..." Hints wouldn't help guide my 10 year-old son to my tits but nothing would stop me from showing him what he really needs. "But there are more on the couch..." I made a filthy decision a mother never should make for his child. I quickly take off my top to reveal the cramped bra holding my tits. Mine is nothing like the pair still stuck on the screen. Mine are truly huge. Kip’s sight goes right to them, absolutely speechless.
“So? Do you wanna try touching mine?” I unhook my bra, letting my garment fall just a bit before holding them in place to tease out the view.
“Mom…” He is beyond words but still manages to move with his adorable shocked face. “...Yes.”
I drop the bra and his hands go right in to squeeze and mash at my chest. Kip can hardly move his mouth but his body was eager to move with arms lunging to me in a heartbeat. His little palms are only a fraction of what my chest has but he is still totally enamored by playing with them. I can’t help myself from groaning a little under my breath at the sheer gentle aggression he moves over my nipples with. It’s not anywhere In my mind that I realize how little I have been touched in far too long a time.
“How you like em? Better than Church?”
“Way better?”
He continued to foil and trace the shape of each one with his hand. Each titty is bigger than his skull yet he is still finding joy in simply washing the doughy flesh squish inwards and press around his flesh as he gropes. My son is even curious enough to pinch my nipples in a gentle yet pressured way that feels like I'm just being teased. I wasn't just shocked to just be flashing my son but I was getting seriously wet from just his touch.
“Why don’t you try sucking them then?”
Kip paused for a moment, looking at me like I had just spoken a different language. My little boy had the cutest and hungriest look on his face. He wasn't just horny, he was hungry, and for his Mommy's massive boobs to top it all off. Kip dove his face right into my chest. I thought he was gonna suffocate himself in my cleavage but he quickly pulled back to let one of my perky pink tips into his mouth.
“Nngaaahh… Sure like your mom’s boobies don’t you?” I laugh with a moan but little do I realize how much I'm like this too. That it’s getting almost overwhelming.
He switches breasts and goes back to his hungry suckle on my nipples. Kip even pulls back stretching my puffy tit flesh as it drags back. He plops my nipple from his mouth only for my boob to bounce back into proper shape, making them jiggle on impact. The sight clearly stirs something primal in Kip. This was hardly comparable to the nurture my breasts provided when he was born. This wasn't even comparable to the way his dad went at my tits! Something had gone primal in my son, something far more lewd and deep than just a horny 10 year-old boy.
“Okay baby settle down. Let’s take a little break. Maybe some ice cream?” I say in a mild panic. I’m not just getting turned on by getting my tits sucked on by my son but I’m actually leaking through my jeans. My pussy is tingling with every lick and lap of his tongue against me. As he switches from tit again and again it's like my body is reset and I have to be re-acclimated to how disgustingly horny I am to be getting stimulated by my 10 year-old boy.
He doesn't stop he cant. Kip latches on to my chest as my whole body belongs to him. I initiated it all and only felt natural to serve however he wants. Of all else, I can start to feel it. His erection. His little boy boner poked at me, making me realize how inevitably man my boy is. My stomach only gets little glimpses and brushes but man does it feel like something more than what a little boy should have. Telling by the way he is attacked by jugs he may even be a little hung. Fuck I want it. I should grab it. No, I should get on top of him. No! I should be the one slobbering all over him! My sexy little son deserves everything!
“Kip! KiiiIIIIIiippppPPPPppppPP!!” I squeal out as any more half-baked attempts to stop him are flying out the window. That went stain of excited pussy juice on my crotch soaked to a new extreme I cum. My whole body begins twitching as the overstimulation forces me to buck in every which direction. This was my first and most intense orgasm in years. I practically have tears running down my face from just how body-shaking it was. I can't even bother to care how sick it is for a mother to be doing this with his son but the dark side of this all only makes me want more. I'm ready to show this little stud the time of his life, waiting for my nerves to recover so I can claw my pants off and grind this wet MILF pussy up on the little boy who got me off. To Kip all he knew of my orgasm was the petrified moans he had misinterpreted.
“I-I’m sorry Mommy! I-I didn’t know what to do! I sinned! I’m bad!” He leaped off the couch and ran for his room, not knowing the weight of what magnificent pleasure he just caused. I want to run after him and that beautiful boy cock I only got hints at but my body is still in shock from the orgasm I had. I have to take several moments just to recover my breath. Even the leftover drool on my tits keeps me in place just remembering the way he went at me. This was no mistake, God be damned.
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"What's a matter sweety? Didn't you like tasting Mama?" I ask Kip as I stand in the doorway to his bedroom. I'm not only recovered, but prepared to take it all the further.
“I’m sorry Mom! I sinned. I hurt you. I let my evil urges in too much and all that came of it was sin!” He cries out. Kip has hunched over the edge of his bed where his hands are bundled together and head down as he prays for all that was done just moments before. I thought tits this huge woulda got the Jesus out of him but looks like I'll have to do a little more than some groping to get him on the right path. If his cock was a cross then my pussy was ready to be crucified.
“Baby… I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.” I took a step in. Just seeing the pouch poking from his praying position lets me know that my son is well equipped. He can only hide that beautiful thing from me for so long till I show him what a girl like me get's on her knees for. “I only cried out like that cus it felt so good.”
“Good? But how?” Kip finally turned his head in my direction. My black lingerie was far from anything godly. My bra was laid in the shape of a pentagram over my collar bone. Thin strings dug right into the weight of my chest making it puff up and look all the more fun to play with. My tiny lace panties had a tiny black frill around them, and the backside was nearly absorbed into the crack of my thick ass. Lace thigh highs devilishly connected to a garter belt leading my long and curvy legs to take step after step towards my son. I hadn’t looked this damn hot for a man in years. His eye's glimmered just looking at me and the questions of his prayers shifted to a different source.
“Sometimes when we feel good it gets so overwhelming. Sometimes we can't help but moan out cus of how good it is.” I meet my son on the floor. Kneeling right behind him as I gently run my fingers along his back.
“B-but how?”
“My sweet baby boy…" I let my hands casually drift around to his chest, massaging his torso lower and lower. As they dance around his pelvis he gives me a hushed quiet moan and even bucks his little hips desperate for me to touch his cock. "The church would never teach you anything like this..." I tease him out for just a moment and then delicately place the hands he wants so bad around the shaft of his bulge just enough so my fingertips can tease at whatever throbs beneath.
Just the bulge makes my kid's shorts stretch. Even I am getting tingly just brushing against it. This doesn't seem just big for his age but BIG in general. Fuck do I wanna just take it out and suck on him like a sick little whore. This just has to be the first of many to show my son how to use this beautiful gift.
"You see Kip... Sometimes when our private parts get real excited they do something called cum. Cum is when you're parts get so excited they shoot out some liquid."
"L-like peeing?"
"Kinda, but it feels much better. I can make your private part cum. I know your cock is nice and hard for mommy cus it wants me to get you really... really excited..." I whispered into his ear as I lick his neck. I stop caressing his crotch cushion and slowly dip my fingers into the waist of his shorts. I gently rub at his hairless groin just teasing the skin-to-skin contact we are both desperate for. He has the softest, cutest little bald patch over his manhood. Fuck, teasing him is almost too difficult to do as I only brush against the slightest bit of his base, letting me know that thing is seriously fucking thick.
"Now do you want to go back to praying or do you want mommy to make you cum?" I eagerly await his answer as my fingers are dying to dive down and squeeze his fat dick.
"No Church.... No hell.... Please make me cum mom..." The adorable whimper of his voice was undercut by the fuck ton of meat spilled out as I yank down his shorts. My hands go to grip this unholy masterpiece but I can hardly even wrap it around. My eyes light as I see a sprung rod of flesh burst out from my 10 year-old sons little crotch.
Kip's giant pork bazooka is riddled in both light blue veins in small wedges around his cock as well as throbbing thumb thick ripples surrounding his dick. I'd compare it to my arm but that would only make any muscle I have look like dead weight. This pre-teen power pole has more bulging veins and throbbing muscles than a steroid-bloated body builder's flexing limb. This magnificently crafted cock was too perfect and attached in a beautiful 14 inches onto my son.
"Good answer..." I say as my hand stretches down and I begin stroking it. I can hardly keep the dominant playfulness as I stoke the most overwhelmingly beautiful cock I had ever seen in my life. This act of dominance is hardly a facade at this point as I am ready to dedicate everything to this cock as soon as I teach him how to use it properly.
“You’re a BIG boy aren’t you? Mmmm.” I groan out as my boy gets milked by his mommy.
“Is that bad Mom?” Kip says in a hushed whimper, moaning in his little boy voice as my hand does everything in its power to grip his dick flesh.
“Not one bit Kip. Pedo whores... I mean women, love huge cock. It's perfect..." My heavy breasts hang over his head and rest down on his shoulders as I pound away at his length. It's like my hand struggles just to make over each vein of his kidney cracker as I make my way up and down his shaft. The way Kip moans and trembles shows how much he likes getting jerked off. I have a purely sinful amount of pride in both my son's hung size and the fact that I'll be working out his first orgasm.
Kip starts to really tense up. His breathing and moaning pick up as his hands squeeze onto the sheets of his bed. I can tell by the tension building in his stiff cock that he's almost there. I do my best to start sliding my hands faster, trying to crank that seed right from those heavy peach-sized balls.
“It’s coming isn’t it baby? Cum for me baby!” I say but Kip's only response is to cry out. His waist spasms, making jagged thrusts as he finally unloads the first orgasm of his 10 year-old life. The underside of his bed is immediately plastered with cock snot. His white gold rushing out of ripe nuts as he moans for each second the gallon of smudge is jerked out of him.
"Is... Is that cum?" Kip asked between soft breaths. It wasn't cum that piled up before him but a whole damn depot of unbred baby goo lathering into the floorboards. The bits that clung to my fingers were just a tasty treat and as I slugged down the slop one digit at a time I only fell more in love with that giant dick.
"Mmhmm baby. And you let out lots of it. So much to make mommy proud..." I was almost too busy savoring the flavors to teach him more about sex.
"I wanna do it again. I want more." Kip said with shaken confidence. I was fighting the most submissive aspects of my sexuality to demand he treats me with a little less respect. Or ALOT less respect and make forceful requests of my body. Even if that donkey dick disagreed with it, he was only 10. My son would have all the time to learn how to properly use his slutty mother once I actually teach him about sex. Just the flavors of his ball goo tell me we have a bright future.
“Why don’t ya get up on your bed for me,” I spoke to Kip while kissing his neck and cheek as I undid his striped shirt. Kip hopped up over the lake of his potential children and kicked off the lingering remains of his shorts that wrapped around his ankle. He lay there, waiting. Cock still just as sprung with all the anticipation in the world for mommy to come to satisfy him. “Good boy. You know how proud Mama is?”
"N-no. How proud?" He asked in a whisp1er while I crept into bed with him. My hands teased at his legs as they slowly shifted up juvenile thighs. From this angle, I could get the perfect sight of how full those balls were. Just like his dick they were impossibly large on his barely pre-teen frame. They sunk right into his sheets as both grape-fruit-sized breeding factories fit snuggly in a smooth hairless sack.
"I'm the luckiest proudest mother in the world," I say in absolute worship of the giant flesh tube towering over my face, I lean in kissing his thighs, leaving a trail of purple lipstick from his leg right up to his magnificent balls.
"Remember how Mommy said there is more stuff you can do with a woman's boobs?" I ask while sending my mouth slowly up his shaft to suck and lick at his mighty mushroom cap. My lips struggle just to tease a blowjob but the flavors of the residual cum drive me wild. Even with my mouth slobbering all over his cock all my little boy could manage to do was shake his head in acceptance. I already had that occultish bra off my chest. With chest out, I was ready to show Kip that boobs are for more than sucking on.
I met my son's still very un-fucking-believably massive meat mountain with the warm soft cushion of his mommy's tits. Thank god I had such an excessive amount of boob to offer cus a woman less endowed probably wouldn't be able to squeeze in such a pillar of manhood. Kip let the softest gasp as each of my fleshy delights sank into his lap. His cock was well over my face as it stuck out from my cleavage, leaving me to like his frenulum while he gets acquainted with a tit fuck.
"No more Church baby. This is our tradition now." I squeezed my bouncy twins on his rod, shimmying each one gently before giving yet another kiss to his shaft. I start to rock back and forth, working the base of his cock in the warm soft crevice of huge mommy milkers.
"N-no C-Church..." He whimpers back in agreement with my statement. Kip's body is just overwhelmed with the combination of tits and lips treating his tool to all the wet and warm delights I could work with. Just the way he barely spoke told me he was overwhelmed with pleasure and I couldn't be any more proud to be letting this child fuck my boobs.
Exercising the extent of my bust I began to reach for more and more dick. Rising up and going down as each hand covered my nipples to press my fleshy loaves together. Each side of my boob not pressed by my hands puffed out excessively and when my breasts inevitably clashed down to his gentle lap they would make a contained jiggle.
Even just servicing him had my body tingling. I made sure all of his foot topping stacks got to feel the softest parts of my chest squeezing it. Feeling his muscle glide against my boobs was making me erratic with sensations. I didn't even have it lodged in my mouth anymore but my cunt was trembling.
I hadn't even noticed I had picked up my speed again. My boobs weren't just squishing together and down to his pelvis but smushing and clapping all over with his cock in between. I was even struggling to hold my tits together to a fuckable shape for my son, but that cock was calling to me and I just wanted any part of me touching it. I had even shoved the head in my mouth. Taking plenty of inches to probe my throat while my tits do the bulk of the work.
"I'm coming, mom! I'm gonna..." Kip yelped out. His little groin sprang out to clap against my tits and lodge his cock even further down my dick-drunk throat. That magnificently hung rascal shot it right down my esophagus, strangulating me with his underage spunk in the single moment it took for those balls to pump out a pint of white gold. Nothing could make me happier than choking on my son's cock as I swallowed a hardy chunk of his grand explosion while the rest quickly overfilled my mouth.
My lips were inevitably leaking white waterfalls running down his burdened shaft. I watched as heavy droplets dipped over his veins and sank into my cleavage. I was trying to slurp as fast as I could but my dick-stuffed throat was no straw and Kip's dick was like a busted open fire hydrant.
I took my slow time cleaning the mess. Diligent in tongue sweeping every last crevis of Kip's groin to load more of that dick syrup into my throat. His cock was shining like a brand new car from the sheen of my drool and only made it appear to be the perfect prize for my very needy hole.
"Now all that's left is some good old-fashioned premarital sex." I say as I keep up his chest. The whole part of him being my 10 year-old son plays no part in our depravity as this action is in direct defiance of the Chruch and whatever other bullshit Becky-Anne and her good boy husband find decent. Kip was straddled with his fat dick leaning into a phat ass that swiveled left and right to press against him.
"Sex? Like real s-sex?" He asks baffled by the notion but not in the way my ass grinds his erection.
"Uh-huh baby. We're gonna fuck." I lean down to kiss my son on the lips, heavy breasts pile onto his bare juvenile chest as we seal in our secular fate. All that was left is the skin scepters plummet into the depths of Mommy's hole. "No more Church Kip. No more God. No more Rebecca-Anne and her stupid fucking cult. Just me and you baby. Mother and Son..." I declare as I leak right onto his hairless batch as I count on him ready to fulfill our darkest needs.
"Fuck?" Kip questioned it for a moment. Pondering the swear I gave him express permission to use just earlier. Now he had access to use his mom as he pleases and the way his dick throbbed on my ass cheek I could tell he would get plenty of use out of me. He smiled, no grinned. His tongue came out around his lips as he eyed my body. My tits, my thighs pressing him into the bed, the wet spot in my panties. Kip finally understood what this all meant and I. "Fuck the Church. I want to fuck you Mom."
Those words were almost as sweet as that first orgasm Kip gave me. He spoke in a tone that was truly fit for the cock he had. I wanted his blasphemy. For my son to be as sick and secular as I am. I wanted him to fuck any semblance of God out of me. I stood up, leaking my wet pussy on his dick letting it just barely press against the entrance as a little peak at the heaven he was committing to. Kip didn't look up at me about to fuck his cock with the innocence of a child. All I could see on my son's face was pure aggressive lust.
“OHHH! KIP!!” I let out a scream as I am instantly stretched by the overwhelming size of his manhood. I dip down to take what I can but his pussy plunder is cut short as I slow myself to be careful not to damage the pleasure-hole that now belongs to my son.
I'm huffing in all the air I can in an attempt to gain the strength back to descend back against my son's dick. "Mom... C'mon. It feels so good. Fuck me!" Kip makes demands of me and immediately I submit to everything he has to say. I felt totally under his control and even if my body wasn't ready my sweet hung baby wanted more and I made sure to immediately take half his dick right into my cunt as he told me to.
"Holy Fuck! HOLY FUCK!!! I-I'M CUMMING! I-I-I HAVEN'T EVEN TAKEN ALL OF YOUR GIANT DICK AND I'M!! GAHHH!" I stop again only to blast and reach another climax. I absolutely scream as my squirt does Kip's chest. Warm feminine spray splashes underneath as my trembling cunt lips quiver around the biggest cock I have ever had stretch me like this. My innards themself are vibrating in tight heaves squeezing and pulsating along what maddening amount is buried in me.
"More!" He demands and as with anything he says I am obliged to agree. Even mid orgasm I skewer more pre-teen meat into me. My stomach bulges from the dick plowing into me and I let out even more squirt onto my underage fuck-captain. I can see his face wince at the pleasure of my orgasming pussy squeezing him. He no longer has that determined smirk but I know he needs more, my hung baby boy needs pussy and he deserves more of it.
I start tracking the ride of my life. Gently bringing my body up and slamming my cunt stuffed ass down. Rocking my whole body as kid dick continues to stretch and batter my insides. I scream out for every inch of Kip I can take. As I drop on his dick my tits clash and bounce together. Taking more control than I've ever had I gave plenty of dick the taste of my sniveling cunt while still holding back from taking every inch. Even this much dick at me on the edge of all my limits.
“I don’t want you ever in a church again baby… I want you in me!” I cry out and speed up. Now I'm really riding his flesh club. Bouncing as the springs of his bed shift me upwards to only fall down as my tight cock container facilitates him the best it can. This time even my ass is making a mild clap as I pick up the pace and take even more dick.
“I won't! Never again!" Kip cried out midsentence as I hilt my milf pussy on his oversized skin tube. His huge erection even bulges my stomach it’s so damn huge. I can’t even say another word as my cunt adjusts to the new length stuffed inside it. I struggle to ride him but I need it, I need my son's cock, I need him to get off. I use all my force to plow my hips down to my little boy as a giant dick is traveled back and forth from my womb. Even with it so violently buried inside me I'm still not balls deep.
He is moaning just as any underage child would if he was fucked this hard. I can feel every tremble and twitch of his length in the deepest bowels of my pussy. His dick loves it, his cries are of pure bliss. My son reaches out and grabs my thighs. Cherubic fingers dig into my flesh as the sweat down his brow is only a hint of the fluids about to gush out. Kip is too overwhelmed to even warn me of his cum but I don't dare stop for a second. He already had me cumming twice from just sticking it in, now my king deserves his shot.
“CUM BABY! BLAST YOUR CUM RIGHT INTO MOMMY!” I belt out as I begin to feel the bloated back order of his balls gushing into my pussy. I'm filled with more cum than I've ever known was possible to cum out of a single cock at once. The mess squishing out of my pussy causes an inevitable third orgasm as cock continues pumping me with seed. The height of my belly bulge bubbles like boiling water, skin making gentle eruptions from the womb-based squirts inside me.
It took me minutes to finally calm down and stop cumming on my son's cock. Just needing a tiny break to materialize all the cum puddled between our naked bodies. I feel weak, I topple over him on the bed, just barely prepping myself up on the headboard. His face has vanished underneath the heavy weight of soft tits. For all, I know this isn't the last of our session. That dick is still buried in me and even after three multi-gallon blasts of cum it still stands as rock-hard as ever.
My pussy can't possibly take any more dick. Here I thought I'd be teaching him but really my body was just getting trained to be his fuck vessel. I couldn't possibly complain with this whole new twisted way for us to bond.
What next? A proper blowjob should entice my baby boy as well as leave my lower side with time to recover. For all, I know he had dozens more shots, and it was my honored job to milk every last one out of him. But first, I should probably take my tit mountains off of his head to see him speak.
"Hey, baby... Mama has something else she wants to show you. It's with her mouth this time and I can even do it whenever you want..." I say as I attempt to move back and pledge my lips to his cock but suddenly I'm locked into place. I feel little arms wrapping around my waist as Kip readjusts himself. If anything he even pushes me closer, further pressing my breasts into his face. His groin bounces up, slowly rocking inside my cum glazed pussy walls. Kip is making a slow but steady effort but is fucking me from below.
"K-Kip sweety? Let's just leave more sex for later. I really wanna suck you off..." I offer a trade but it's a no-go, in a quick jolt he plunges a heavy weight to punch through my cervix once again. I can't help but make a pleasing yelp. Even with how exhausted my body feels I'm uncontrollably turned on to see him take control like this.
"C'mon baby... MMnnnaaaahhh.... J-Just goes easy f-for a bit..." I try again but Kip is doing something extremely odd for a child who just lost his virginity. He is rolling his hips around as he thrusts in, gently mixing all the cum shot in my womb like an incest milkshake. It's smooth and methodic and hits all the right parts in movements that feel too confident to be a child. Not as if kids had dicks like this giant either.
The juvenile face of the pre-teen toying with my insides finally reappeared beyond the forest of cleavage. That smug grin was back. "You're fucking mine," Kip says looking straight through to my soul. It's like my pussy fucked the innocence right out of him. He still had the same little boy face and body but that monstrous cock remained. His hands moved from my waist to my ass. He gave a mild spank as his 10 year-old palms squeezed onto what they could of my thicc ass.
"Kip?" I ask for just a moment. This isn't just my son anymore this is the man that's going to rock my insides yet again. I am fucking his and the look on his face before he took over had me excited and scared in the filthiest ways a pedo Mommy could ever get.
Little ass-grabbing hands gripped in to pull me towards his dick as he made a violent but extremely successful effort to plow my insides down to the hilt. My son had sunk every inch of his tree trunk inside of me. My belly bulge is at an all-time high and me only capable of letting out a pant as my eyes go white. My brain didn't know if it was on the verge of a coma or orgasm, Kip would decide that for me as he dipped his ass back down and slammed my cunt yet again.
The cock smacking of my womb continued to rail and defile my filthy whore insides. I couldn't even scream for it anymore. All I could lean in and have him go at me. An orgasm could hardly describe what my pussy was doing. Each time his bald little groin clapped into mine another pint of fem cum spilled out like my clit was the lever to a water fountain.
Kip just railed everything into me. Everything he had which fuck was it a lot. My convulsing cunt did nothing but became a vessel for his desires, just holding together so he could have his pleasure. Even those huge nuts were swinging up and spanking my ass more effectively than the palms latched onto each of my round backsides. My phat ass being spanked by cum bloated mega testicles again and again as my mind screams out only for more.
"HARDER HARDER HARDER! FUCK MOMMY INTO A BRAIN-DEAD SLUT!!!" I screamed as it was already in the process of going numb under the speed of his kid dick. He was beaten into me, clapping our bodies together. My cunt hadn't stopped leaking on for a moment. His shaft was filthy with our combined juices and all the gunk was shoved repeatedly back in me.
Kip learned just too fast and too well. I didn't know if it was if he liked tits THIS much or if Kip's advanced flesh-tower came with advanced skill. My body was being pumped with that overgrown muscle like it was some piece of heavy fucking machinery. My senses were numb, my orgasm felt infinite, and I went half insane with crossed eyes and a flopping tongue drooling right into his pillows.
"I'm cuming again!" Kip let out a growl as equally carnal as the fluids about to burst in me once again. This time he didn't just rinse my cunt with his dick yogurt but this kid fucking dumped thick fertile seed right into his mommy. My tummy bloated as my voice crackled to even scream out another moan. He was filling me, breeding me. My stomach didn't just show the bulge of a giant cock stuffed in it but now the waves of heaving ball batter forcing me to look months and months advanced in pregnancy while the soft skin overcrowded my hung little boy's stomach. Kip was letting dozen of potential kid's inside me and it couldn't make anything better between the two of us.
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It’s Monday again. Meaning that I'm driving over and collecting my son from his father's house to continue another week together. As the last weeks have gone every day we have sex. All sorts of sex, whatever Kip wants, he is fully aware of what he wants, and how to do it. Kip is in charge.
I am well aware of what is expected of me and sure he will be barking orders for how he wishes to fuck in whichever hole he pleases. Long gone is the submissive little Church boy who had to get the Christianity fucked out of him. Now Kip indulges in all the pleasures he wants, whether it be from junk food, gory action movie, or fucking his mom. I taught him well.
“I think Saint Mary-Chain wants a talk with you or something. I really don’t know.” Kip rolls his eyes as he enters my car. His natural blonde locks are as gone as his innocence. Now Kip is adorned with a fluffy matt of raven-dyed hair that he keeps intentionally messy with bangs going right about down to his eyes. My little punk rocker even dresses in various metal bands that are intentionally Satanic or violent to look at. He’s a spitting image of his father in his teenage years when we met and I can't say that the energy he rails me fills me with a sense of youth aside from the gallons of jizz.
“Hiya Kimberly. I was hoping you could have a chit-chat for a quick moment with our son?” The plucky Christian woman comes right over leaning her head into the passenger window where Kip is already laughing at her comments. However, Becky-Anne isn't deterred by his humor.
“Our son? Hahahaha?” Kips makes a forceful attempt to distance himself from his stepmother.
“Uh sure. What’s this all about?” I respond trying to keep some semblance of peace. The preachy god shit is far less annoying to deal with when it's not being shoved down my son's throat ever since I taught him what is acceptable to shove his cock down mine.
“Well you see Kip here Hasn’t been to Church in some time and I would really like him to start attending again an-”
“Maybe I’d go to Church if you weren't such a prude bitch!” Kip interrupted her and raised his middle finger to her god-fearing face. I tried to mouth sorry as we drove off but I really wasn’t that much.
"I don't think that's gonna happen. Sorry, Becky-Anne..." My apology is only half-hearted and seeing my son boast his dominant new personality only gets me turned on. I clutch at my stomach. Becky-Anne cringes just as much at the juvenile finger in her face as she does of my pre-marital baby growing in my pregnant paunch. Knowing how sick she would be if she ever knew that my offspring was put in there by my own son only makes me horny.
"Sinners... You're all sinners..." She says with remorse, but really there is nothing else to say, so I drive off without too much care in my secular heart.
“Kip, maybe you should try being nicer to her. She isn’t all that bad.”
“Oh don’t act like you didn’t like seeing that bitch get her bullshit thrown back in her face. I already got someone to bow down to me. Why pray to any god?” As obtuse and borderline abusive he sounded I couldn’t be more proud. Those were the exact kind of things he said when I was taking his cock and as I rubbed my full pregnant tummy I was reminded of how I got here in the first place.
“Now hurry up and get to work slut. I can’t wait till we get home.”
Kip had already pulled his shorts down letting his huge cock free. It’d be dangerous to stay on the road from the sheer amount I was gazing at it rather than where I was going. I nearly took out a mailbox but I pulled over immediately and dove my hungry face to get right to work and please my new god.