Horrible fic [Puberty’s a MILF (Rose/Mom)]
Contains: Incest mainly.
Note: I probably completely butchered their personalities and interaction and everything. Also formatting is fucked.
I am sorry for all of this.


Sigh.

Second time. This is the second time you have been woken from your slumber this week. While normally it would be because of a heat wave currently going through, it is not. “This sucks.” you mumble to yourself.

You groggily slide out of your bed and stumble towards the bathroom. Your name is Rose Lalonde and you wish puberty would fuck off and die.

You manage to stumble down two flights of stairs to the bathroom in the basement. You turn the knob to open the door, momentarily looking to see if woke your mother. You walk in, close the door, lock it and turn on the light.

You stand in front of the toilet, contemplating if you should do this quickly or not. You also contemplate asking your mother what you should do about this but immediately squash that thought. While she may already know, you are NOT going to demean yourself like that.

You sigh. May as well get it over with. You pull down the waistband of your pants, exposing your nethers, and continue pulling to about your knee. This allows for your ‘problem’ to be unrestricted.

While most girls during would only have to deal with a period, you’ve had to deal with that AND this. Your penis. You stare at it with the same bile fascination as always. “Why?” you whisper, “Why do I have one of these? Literally all of my sources for anatomy say I shouldn’t have this.”

You grab it by the base, pulling back some of the skin on the head. “And why does it have to be so big?” you continue. “You drape down to my mid-thigh! Well, I suppose this is one area mother will never beat me in.” You smirk to yourself and begin stroking your length.

“Yes. Mom won’t ever have such a wonderfully large cock!” you say while stroking yourself faster. “She can keep her large, shirt stretching breasts and her form filling ass and her soft lips and her long legs with plump thighs and her… and her… Ah!” you groan, launching your sperm into the toilet.

“*Ha*, *ha*, *ha* I still *ha* hate you, Mej’jyl.” You wipe off your cockhead, throw the paper into the toilet and flush. You pull your pants back up and leave the bathroom, creeping back up the stairs into your room. You lay down in your bed ready to sleep until you notice the boxes of tissues and lotion on your table.

“Damn you, mom.” you say and drift to sleep.

-P2

You wake up and slide out of your bed, planning to go downstairs for breakfast, almost forgetting about your morning wood. “Go down,” you mutter to your penis, “please?”

Of course it won’t go away if you ask it. This is YOUR dick, so it has to be passive-aggressive towards you and not listen to a word you said. Or maybe it’s because it feels needy.

Whatever the case, you walk over to your desk and sit down. You momentarily think about locking your door but for some odd reason, you almost want to get caught. “You corrupt my thoughts, Mej’jyl.”

You open your laptop and bring up your respectable, high-class porn. You would rather castrate yourself than look at Dave’s Bro’s puppet pornography. Ah, there we go. Now to put on your headphones and open up a cover window.

The knowledge that your mother could look in at any moment sets your heart racing, causing you to become harder than you knew was possible. You begin to slowly stroke yourself, momentarily looking at the door, making sure it’s closed. Wouldn’t want to show anything without a little restraint?

You listen in to the moaning and the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, biting your lip. You wonder, should you be doing this? Setting up this scenario where your mother is bound to walk in on you. Perhaps she’ll walk behind you, reach over your shoulder and grab your staff.

‘How big you’ve gotten Rosie!’ she’ll say, whilst unbuttoning her shirt. You’ll reach over with your tongue and latch onto her nipple. She’ll spin your chair around and say ‘Do you want mommy’s boobies, Rose?’ You’ll nod in agreement and she’ll wrap her breasts around your shaft.

She begins to lick at your cockhead, engulfing the tip and begins to bob up and down. She looks up at you and says ‘You like that don’t you Rose?’

“Yeah…” you breathe out as you come into one of your scarves. You continue stroking for a couple seconds after you finish coming.

“Well that was… weird.” you say pulling up your pants. “Now I have to wash this scarf.”

You close out Cetus and turn towards your door. Your door is cracked open just enough to see out of. “Shit.” you mumble to yourself.

You go downstairs to get you breakfast. “Hi mom.” you say in her direction, “What’s for breakfast?”

“Hi, Rosie! You didn’t see? I put your food on your bed. I didn’t want to interrupt your reading.” she beams at you.

SHIT SHIT FUCK. How did she..? But… “Oh thanks, Mom.” you say, trying not to sound shaken. “I’ll just get a drink and go. Milk, I mean. Not one of your drinks.” you sputter.

“Alright, honey! Hope you enjoy your breakfast.” she says. “It’s hot and greasy so don’t burn yourself or stain your clothes.”

You get a glass, take out the milk and attempt to pour but you notice your mother eating. You should have asked what she made before looking at her.

She is suckling on a sausage. A big, Jimmy Deans sausage. Did she make that just to tease you?

You try and get back to pouring until you hear her start talking. “You know, Rosie, I wish they sold bigger sausages than this. A few bites and it’s gone. I don’t get to properly enjoy it.”

“You wouldn’t happen to know of anywhere online to order big sausages, would you, Rosie?” The milk carton slips out of your fingers and hits the counter.

“Fuck! No, no, not at all!” you yell, picking up the milk. She steps behind you, pressing her bosom into your back. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up. You just go eat.” she says.

“Alright.” you stammer out while grabbing your milk and rushing upstairs. You close the door and slump onto your carpet.

So two things. One, your mom caught you masturbating. And two she totally wants your dick. Even though it’s only morning, you have a feeling it’s going to be a long day.

-P3

It’s evening now. You’ve tried to limit contact with your mother until you can figure out how you feel about this. You’ve only left your room once since morning but you would prefer not to think about that right now.

On one hand it’s your mom, which should be enough weight against the other hand but it is a feather against rocks.

Your rocks, specifically. They keep telling you your mom is hot and you have a hard time disagreeing.

Her form floods you mind, joyfully bounding around in your cerebrum. There are her breasts, which on more than one occasion have been mercilessly gawked at. Her buttocks receive the same visual punishment.

Her full lips, almost always glossy. Her long, slender legs with taut thighs. “Godsdamnit.” you mumble to yourself.

Of course thinking about her would give you a boner. Of. Course. You go back to your thoughts, ignoring it.

Recently she has decided she is unfit and so has taken up jogging. Not outside of course, either too hot or too cold. She has moved a treadmill into the living room and is currently running on it.

Your cock twitches in anticipation of seeing her wonderfully filling out a spandex suit. You calm your boner down, grab your laptop, and plan to go into the living room. If your mother wants to play this game, then so be it.

You step onto the walkway. Your mother looks up at you and waves. “Hi, Rose! Just jogging for a bit. You know, to keep in shape? Of course you do!” she says, pumping her legs back and forth. You gulp silently, strengthening your resolve.

You make it downstairs, managing to only look at your mother three times before you reach the couch. You uncerermoniously plop onto the couch and put your laptop on the table. You look over at your mother, wondering if you should really be encouraging this whole thing.

You sigh, which causes your mother to look over at you. “Anything the matter?” she says, moving her legs slower. “No, just thinking.” you say and begin typing on your computer.

Of course you’re not actually typing anything, you’re just biding time. For what, you don’t entirely know. Minutes pass with neither of you paying attention to the other. You hear the treadmill stop and look up.

You see your mother towelling off in front of you. You try to keep your composure and grace and dignity but that is hard to do with her cameltoe staring you right in the face. “You okay there, Rose?” she says, with a mildly sultry tone. You look up and see her smirking at you.

“See something you like, Rosie?” she coos. You slam your laptop shut and run back upstairs. “Honey! Rose! Rose!” she yells after you.

You close your door and lean against it. You hear her calling to you from downstairs. “Rose, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to tease you like that. I’m just… I just feel so pent up and… I’m gonna go for a bit.” she yells and goes to the front door.

“Wait, Mom!” you cry to her. “Don’t go. I just didn’t know how to feel about the whole thing. I may be a little fine with it.” You walk downstairs and hug your mom.

She rubs the back of your head and pulls you in closer. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, sweetie.” she says into your hair. “I know. I do want to fuck you.” you reply and then you both start laughing.

“Language, young lady.” she laughs. “You’re sure?” “Yes, Mom. I’m sure.” you retort. “Alright, now I’m gonna be blunt. Can you show me your big dick?” she responds, licking her lips.

You chuckle to yourself and back up, preparing to drop your skirt. “Don’t be too shocked, okay?” you say. “Rose. Drop ‘em.” she demands.

You take off your skirt, allowing your cock to fly freely. “Holy shit that’s big.” she says breathlessly. “I take it that’s how you like them?” you say with a smirk.

She grabs your dick and kisses along it’s length. “Yeah and you’re the biggest I’ve seen. Living, anyway.” she says into your crotch. “Really?” you say, blushing slightly.

“The biggest I’ve had was smaller than you are now. So ya.” she says, inspecting your shaft. “Can’t wait to see you hard. Well, see you better. I was watching you earlier.”

You look away and say “I noticed. You weren’t being very discreet.” She kisses your cockhead. “I’m sorry, Rose. That was very unlady like of me.” she says with a giggle.

You grab the base of your penis and lightly slap your mother’s cheek. “Perhaps you need to be punished?” you say, slapping the other cheek. “Ha, ha, what the hell!” she laughs through the penile assault.

Her cheeks are tinged slightly red as you lay your dick on her forehead. “You smell so beautiful, honey.” she says, deeply breathing in on your shaft. ‘Why is that so hot?’ you wonder as you extend to your full foot length.

“Jesus,” she whispers. “I’m gonna get wrecked.” She punctuates the statement by shoving her hand into the crotch of her pants. Your dick twitches and slaps her in the forehead, leaving a slight red mark.

She moves her other hand to stroke your dick and reposition it at her lips. “Now, Rose.” she says, looking up at you. “I want both of us to enjoy this. Don’t go off like a rocket the second you’re in my mouth. Okay?” You nod in agreement. “Good.” she says, putting your head between her lips and slathering it with her tongue.

You ball your fists at the feeling. She takes in half of your cock and continues licking all over the shaft in her mouth. ‘If she doesn’t calm down, I’m going to go Apollo in a few seconds.’ you blissfully think, then berate yourself for sounding like Dave. You shove him completely from your thoughts. You have a sexy woman sucking your dick right and don’t have time for stupid comments.

She pulls back until only your head is in her mouth, looks up and winks at you, then engulfs all twelve inches of your rod. You let out an involuntery moan and grab onto her hair.

Your legs start twitching and you feel an orgasm build up. You try to hold out but you feel her start fondling your balls with her free hand and you let your seed flow down her throat. She moves back and forth only slightly while you’re cumming but the sensations almost make you fall backwards.

After you finish cumming, you look down at your mom and see that her eyes are scrunched closed. You notice she’s shaking and you think she choking, so you rapidly pull yourself out of her throat. “Are you okay, mom?” you ask worriedly as you pull yourself. After your cock leaves her mouth, you hear her left out the most sensual moan you have ever heard. She twitches harder and you notice the crotch of her pants is completely soaked.

Oh. OH. She just… well. That is by far, the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever seen. Her eyes open, half lidded, and she starts sucking in short breathes. “Can… you… go… again…” she asks, still short of breath. You lean down and plant your lips against hers. She is shocked for a moment before allowing your tongue in. You pull back, sucking on her tongue before breeathlessly stating, “Yeah.”

“Ah, youth.” she says as she stands on wobbly legs and saunters to the back of the couch. “I’m not making it up those stairs. Just fuck me over the couch and ignore Zazzerpan.” she says before draping herself over the cushions.

You contemplate just going back upstairs because you are extremely certain you don’t want a wizrd staring at you the entire time. But your mother’s ass calls to you in those tight pants. You ignore the wizard and walk behind your mother.

You pull down her pants, allowing her ass to spill out. You place your rod betwixt her cheeks. “Shouldn’t we, you know. Get a condom first? you say, squeezing her ass flesh.

“Rose Lalonde! I have kindly asked you to fuck your mother right here and now on this couch. Now, no more questions.” she says in a huff. “Besides, I know neither of use have condoms big enough for you.” She wiggles her ass around your length. “Now come on. Put it in.”

Well if she wants it like that… You pull back, rubbing your cockhead along her folds, teasing her. “Rose!” she yells before you thrust, sinking over half of your pipe inside her with one movement.

She throws her head back and screams. “So fucking big!” she shouts, lolling her head about her shoulders. “You like that don’t you, mom? Your daughter’s enormous endowment plunging into your deeps. Stretching you. Hitting spots noone else have ever touched before.” you say, slamming into your mother.

You manage to fit the last few inches of yourself into her. “Oh fuck…” she murmurs, before digging her fingers into the couch. You feel her tighten around you, some of her juices splashing against your thighs and dripping down your balls.

She falls forward, her arms giving out. “Oh god, oh god, of fuck.” she breathes out as you continue to pound her. At every inward thrust, you can feel yourself smack into her cervix. She’s trying to talk to you but mostly what’s coming out is screaming and groaning.

She howls again as you bury yourself in her completely and grind, leaking more juice onto your thighs as she cums again. “It’s been so fuckin’ long, Rosie. You’re makin’ me go crazy.” she says, biting at the cushions.

“Crazier.” you add, grabbing her tits. The soft flesh overfills your hands as you caress them. Her ass jiggles as you continue ramming her pussy, sending her tits flopping forward. She screams into the cushion as you twist and pull her nipples, causing her to spasm again.

“Rose… Rose… slow down… a bit… mommy needs…” your mother says before trailing off. You slow down, burying yourself fully into her twitching hole before pulling out till only the head remains then forcing the whole length back in. You continue this rythym for some time until you feel your balls start to tighten.

“Mom, I’m going to cum soon. Should I pull…” you say before being interrupted. “Don’t you dare think about taking that cock out of me, young lady.” your mother says, raising her arm to punctuate her statement.

“But won’t you…” you start before being interrupted again. “No, I won’t and if you pull out, I swear to god, I’ll tease you and I won’t let you get off for a month.” your mother slurs into the couch.

Fine. You let go of all of your inhibitions (You’re fucking your mother. You clearly don’t have any.) and mercilessly plow into her, causing the couch to rock back and forth.

Your dick swells as you continue pounding, driving your mother to another orgasm. Your thrusts become faster and shorter as you near your precipice. You grit your teeth as you slam clompletely into the quivering mass that is your mother.

You cry out as you cum directly into her womb, almost filling it. You cry again and again as more salvos are fired into your mother. After the third shot, your cream starts leaking out and you slow your thrusts to lay on your mother’s back. Your mother is currently making noises you didn’t know humans could make.

You push yourself and your mom over the couch to lay on it. She’s stopped babbling for the moment and you are both making deep breaths. After laying there for a minute or so, you start to talk.

“So…wanna…go again?” you breathe out. “Oh fuck me.” your mother replies. “I want to… I really… do… but I feel… fucking sore… as hell.” she manages to finish before rolling forward and falling off the couch. “Get me… an ice pack… and some vodka.”

You step over your mother, who is leaking on the carpet, and go to the kitchen. You throw the ice pack to her and start pouring the glasses of vodka. You see her grab the pack and place it on her vagina.

“FFFuuuuck.” she bellows. You bring the glasses over and place one on the wizard table. “Here.” you say, handing her the glass. She drinks most of it in one sip. You pick up the glass on the table. ‘Might as well.’ you think before taking a sip.

BLUH! Your mother starts laughing. “It’s an acquired taste.” she says, swigging the rest of her drink. “My pussy feels so fucking sore.” Now you laugh at her expense. Then you both just start cackling, realising this is probably the most fucked up, hilarious thing either of you has ever seen.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

-P4

It’s been almost… a month? A month since you and your mother started this debauched tango. You’ve fucked her almost every day this month except Sundays because of ‘the sabbath.’ You’ve deduced that the real reason is so her vagina isn’t completely worn out.

You sigh. This is so wrong. But why are you so okay with it? You are having sex with the person who has raised you your entire life. But you feel no remorse, no second guesses. You are prepared to ride this twisted cart straight to the Old Ones and make them weep at your perverted coupling.

You sigh again. All you seem to do by yourself is sigh. And fantasize. If the Old Ones weeped at the last month, the will drown the stars today. For today, you plan to ask your mother something. Something you’re not sure she’ll agree to but you may as well try.

You si- no you do not sigh, you are interrupted by your mom barging into your room. You were bored as hell, so whyever she’s here is not a problem. She saunters over to you and lays on your bed.

“Hi, Rose.” she says, sliding her hand over your stomach. “Oh. I didn’t hear you come in.” you say, reaching for her hand. “What do you want, can’t you see I am very busy right now.”

“Yes, I can see.” she says with a chuckle. She moves her hand to the hem of your skirt. “Are you sure you can’t spare some time for your dear old mom?” she asks, licking her at lips.

“I’m not sure.” you say, as she makes a mock pouting face. “I don’t recall you being that old.” You grab at her breasts, rolling the nipple between your thumb and forefinger.

She slips her hand underneath your skirt hem. “So you can make time?” she says, rubbing at the bulge in your panties. “Yeah, can you make space?” you say, slipping your hand between her legs.

“Ooh, I think I can manage.” she says, rubbing her legs together. She pulls your skirt down to your knees. “How do you even fit all that in these tiny panties?” she says, rubbing at the huge lump in your panties.

“Elder Gods.” you respond. She giggles and says “Thank the many tentacled ones.” before planting a kiss on your underwear. She pulls down your underwear, allowing your cock and balls free.

“Have I ever told you you’re nuts are fucking huge, Rosie. Guess they have to match your dong.” she says, sucking a testicle into her mouth. “Yes. Frequently.” you respond. “Well they are.” she mumbles before forcing the other one into her mouth. You look down to her and stifle a laugh. Her cheeks are bulging obscenely and her eyes are closed. You reach over and poke at your balls through her cheek.

“Honestly, I believe they are so large because of all the sex. How does it feel, mother, knowing you may be causing your daughter to develop testicles that would fit on a bull?” you say as you stroke your shaft.

She slips your testicles out of her mouth, stating “Fucking wonderful.” before gobbling them back up. She sucks and pulls and lightly bites at your balls as you continually leak precum onto her forehead.

You wipe your thumb along her forehead, clearing it of some of the precum. “Hey, mom.” you say. It couldn’t hurt to ask, could it? “Can I ask you something?” you inquire, looking down at her.

“What? I assume it’s important. You’d never ask me about anything otherwise.” she says, your well lubed balls falling from her lips. Okay. It’s now or never, though you could push it off till later. No, now’s the perfect time.

“Well, I do not believe we have branched out at all from normal sexuality, minus the fact you are my mother. We shouldn’t keep everything so complacent.” you say. “So you wanna try somethin’ new? Basically, you wanna be even nastier.” your mother replies slyly.

“Yes. That is exactly what I’m saying.” you breathe out as she licks along your shaft. “Anything in particulary? Can’t have you just tie me up and start pissing on me. Not without warning at least.” she says, tonguing your cockhole.

“The bondage maybe but not the latter. Much too disgusting.” you reply, rubbing her head. “Prude.” she chuckles. “So what do ya want?”

“I had only wished to warn you I would try something different tonight. The mystery makes it all the more exciting, don’t you think?” you say before placing your cock at her lips. “You have gotten me quite worked up. Now finish me off.”

“Whatever you say, oh big dicked one.” she states before plunging your entire cock down her throat. You cry out and cum almost immediately in her. You smile inwardly as you cum.

Tonight shall be very special.

-P5

Everything is set up. And by everything you just mean some candles and the proper ingredients for tonight’s excapades. Honestly, you don’t know why you needed to mention that.

What you should mention is the fact you are currently having a heart attack. Not in actuality, but it feels like you are. You breathe in deeply and exhale. You look for the time on your unsensual laptop on your unsensual table.

7:58. Your mother should be home any minute. You try to stabilise your nerves, which works up until you hear the front door open. You hear footsteps up the stairs coming towards your room. You really, really hope she doesn’t react badly to this.

The knob the door turns and light floods in. Your mother steps in and looks towards your bed, glancing by the candles. She looks at you shocked. No, not shocked. Confused. Her eyebrow threatens to rise off of her head, so you begin to speak.

“Do you like how I have set up everything?” you sensually ask. “Set up all of what? I had expected to see chains and whips and leather. All I see is your laptop playing violin melodies, some candles and a b… Is that all you wanted? Why didn’t you just say so! I haven’t tried that in awhile.” she says, walking towards your desk.

Now it’s your turn to look confused. “Wait, you’ve done ‘that’ before???” you say incredulously. “Yeah! I mean it wasn’t what I did all the time. Jesus, Rosie, thanks for thinking I’m so out of touch with the world I’ve never done that before.” she says, picking up the bottle.

“I do find it cute that you haven’t been able to refer to the act by name yet. Could it be? A Lalonde not actually knowing a term for something? Next, I suppose the world’s going to end. Come on, Rose. Just say it.”

You start blushing furiously. “Mother. If you know what I mean, than why…” you say before being interrupted. “How do you know I know? I could be referring to something completely different.” she says back.

“Don’t you start this cyclical bullshit. I know you know. Why else would you have picked up that bottle and ask me if I know?” you say, starting to raise your voice. “I’m sorry but I want to hear you say it. No ifs, ands, or ‘butts’.” she says slyly.

You mumble in response. “I didn’t quite hear that.” she says. You say a barely audible whisper. “Still can’t hear you.” she says back. You are 100% certain she heard you both times.

You grit your teeth and spit out “I. Want. To. Fuck. Your. Ass.” almost shaking from embarrassment. She walks over, hugs you and says “Was that so hard?” She slips your panties down your hips and legs and takes off her own clothing as well.

She hands you the bottle of lube she picked up. “I may have done this before but it’s been very long time. Lather yourself up good.” You squirt some in your hand attempting to cover your entire cock. It only covers the head adequately. Was your cock always this massive?

You empty half of the bottle, trying to get the proper slickness. Your mother giiggles at your antics and snatches iit from you. “I know you got a lot there but I need some too.” she says, dabbing her finger in the lube.

She takes her finger out of the bottle and lays on her stomach, sticking her ass into the air. She presses her finger into her puckered hole and lets out a groan. “Tighter than I thought. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it though.” she says looking back at you.

You barely hear her say anything because you are too busy being entranced by her ass. The curves, the mild plumpness, the way it jiggles when you slam into her. It all comes flooding into your mind as you position yourself behind her.

“Rose? You’ve been sitting there for a few minutes. Are you okay?” she says, snapping you out of your trance. “Yes. I got lost in your glorious ass for a moment there.”

She chuckles at the comment. “I had hoped you would have lost yourself in there with your dick by now.” “Patience, dear mother.” you retort. This takes some building up. You can’t just haphazardously force your way in. That would be rude and painful.

You plop your glistening rod between her cheeks. You are going to do it. You are going to fuck your mother’s ass. And you couldn’t be more excited in your life.

You pull back, lining your cockhead up to your mother’s hole. You push forward, feeling her open slightly, to which she moans. You push until your head rests inside of her. Her ass is much tighter than her pussy, causing you to refrain from just ramming into her.

You feel her reach back and pat your thigh. “Go on, Rose. Ram it in. I’ll *hngg* be okay.” she says, biting her lip. You look her in the eyes and grab onto her hips. You force in four inches, gritting your teeth all the way.

You keep pushing, reaching six inches deep, to which your mother responds with a guttural moan. “I *huff* thought the length would *huff* cause most of the stretching. I forgot *huff* how thick you were.” your mother gasps out.

She seems like this is really taxing her. Was she just making you feel comfortable when she said she’d done this before? You pull all of your cock out of her ass and contemplate stopping this whole thing. That is until you hear mother whine.

“Rosie, put it back in!” she whimpers. Her hole flexes a few times before gaping open. You mindlessly shove eight inches back into her. You mother gasps and tenses up. Then she starts babbling into the bed like she sometimes does.

You manage to fit the last bit of your shaft in, your balls sacking into your mother’s pussy, coating them in juice. She screams and clenches down making you feel like your dick’s going to snap off.

She relaxes and you thrust back and forth. You watch as your cock glides into your mother, as her asshole clings as you pull out. The only sounds you can hear is the squelching of your cock and a faint whimper from your mother.

Oh no. You can feel yourself building up. You don’t want to cum just yet! You haven’t been able to properly appreciate your mother’s ass yet. You stop, completely buried inside of her and pray to the dark gods that you don’t cum now.

You can almost feel the tentacles caress you as the feeling receeds. You start to move again, slowly at first but quickly building speed. The whimpers from your mother have turned into full wails, her legs splaying uselessly as you pound her. Your balls splatter her nectar everywhich way from the force, forming a small puddle between your mother’s legs.

A familiar sensation creeps between your thighs as you slow and pray again. The tentacles return, probing your thoughts as the feeling ceases again. You don’t stop this time, continuing to slam into your mother as her legs twitch from the sensations.

Her cries have stopped being so ear splitting, mainly because her voice has given out. You had somewhat wished you hadn’t prayed to the gods. On top of being exhausted from fucking for an indeterminate amount of time, black tendrils are coiling in the periphery of your vision. You pass them off as symptoms of exhaustion, but they look too… lifelike.

You gladly welcome the tensing in your balls, signalling that this ordeal is over. You are going to have to take car of your mother until she wakes up given she may or may not be catatonic right now.

As you feel the jizz rush to exit your shaft, you feel some pressure at your vagina. You chalk it up to exhaustion as well, deriding that the gods are actually here right now. That is until you feel a squirming mass force into you.

Could it be? Are they actually here? But the feeling leaves as quickly as it enters, as you start unloading into your mother. You squeeze her ass, leaving red marks as you shoot what feels like a gallon of cum into her. Your eyes roll back as you collapse on her, still shooting. You pass out during the orgasm, drooling on your mother’s back.

You wake up the next morning with all of your extremeties feeling sore. Your mother is still beneath you, snoring loudly. Your cock is still buried in her ass and you don’t want to wake her up yet so you just… kinda… shimmy her over to the wall.

Now, you don’t know exactly how much cum is in her right now but you know you don’t want it all over your bed. You look around and spot your sewing bag. Could you…? You suppose it will work.

You grab a spool and ready yourself. You pull out and shove it up her butt, causing a minimal amount of cum to leak out. You laugh quitely at the image in front of you before you move your mom to a more comfortable position. Or at least as comfortable as can be considering last night.

You lay down next to her and feel her belly resting against your side. Apparently stomach distension is actually possible. You rub her stomach as she snores next to you, preparing to go back to sleep. That is until you notice the black tentacles coming from the ceiling. You try to sit up to see better but promptly fall back asleep.