Rajesh was a big boy, a dark haired, good-looking boy, if a little thin. He was
tall with nice muscles that girls and a not a few women liked to glance at. But
Rajesh was not a high school "stud." Rajesh lacked the self confidence, the
aggressiveness, that hint of a sexual predator that could make a nubile
cheerleader drop her pants or a married teacher flash him her bare pussy in an
effort to get his hard teen cock into her. Rajesh was just too nice to awaken
that kind of female lust.
No, Rajesh at almost 18 and a senior, was still a virgin. While his classmates
had been screwing girls and some of their more adventurous teachers since Junior
high, Rajesh did not even know that such things were done. Everyone else in
school, for example, knew that the English teacher, Miss Prentice had to resign,
not because of her father's heart attack, but rather because of the REASON for
the heart attack: finding out that his 25 year old daughter with an MA in Modern
Literature let herself get knocked up with the bastard of the seventeen-year old
black linebacker for the Millwood High football team.
Rajesh was not so much dumb as just na‹ve. His teachers often said that Rajesh was
distracted or dreAnusha. He had reason to be. In many ways Rajesh was a normal
teenage boy with the normal conflicts between wanting to remain a protected
child and the desire to be more independent. He could even be gloomy and sullen
with his Dad, but never with his Mom. Mom, "Mommy" as she still liked him to
call her, was his light. Her frown could make him cry; her smile could fill him
with joy. And Rajesh loved doing things to make Mommy smile.
And Rajesh knew that, although Mommy let his little sisters boss him around, he
was still special to her. Mommy showed him -- often. Every time Mommy was
pregnant with his next little sister - six so far -- Mommy let Rajesh crawl up
into bed with her, snuggle up against her round pregnant belly and suckle from
her large, soft, milk-filled titties.
Little Rajesh had loved nursing from Mommy's breasts and was always rewarded with
little spurts of sweet, rich milk. Mommy seemed to like it, too, because when
he got going, she would moan for him to suck her, to "Suck me good, Baby; suck
Mommy's titties." As he did, she put her hand between her legs before screaming
in pleasure and clasping Rajesh's head hard to her breast. Then when Mommy's
excitement had passed, she would draw him to her breast again and let him nurse
again while she talked to him softly.
Nursing at Mommy's wonderful breasts, drinking her milk and listening to her
soft words always put Rajesh to sleep as if drugged. He never remember what she
said, but when he woke up, he knew that he loved his Mommy more than ever and
that he must always be a good boy and obey her and try to make her happy. Since
Mommy was pregnant or nursing or both during most of his childhood, Rajesh had
plenty of opportunities for Mommy to "help him be a good boy" by bringing him to
her bed and letting him fall asleep nursing from her.
That had been until he was about 12. Since then, Mommy had not had another
baby, but she had found another way, an even more wonderful way, to show Rajesh
how much she loved him. He still remembered the first time. She had led him to
her bed and let him start sucking her tits as usual. As he became drowsier and
drowsier, she had told him that soon she would not be making any more milk for
him, as it was almost time to wean little Puspha. Rajesh was sad but continued
to listen. Mommy said she still loved him and that she would keep "helping you
be a good boy." As he sucked, he felt Mommy's hand go between his legs and take
hold of his "thingy."
Mommy told him to relax and let her make him feel good as she gently squeezed
and stroked his "thingy." Soon he felt warm and then an intense pleasure flowed
over him and he realized his "thingy" had spurted out lots of white stuff that
made a mess in Mommy's hand. Rajesh was afraid Mommy would be mad, but she smiled
at him and told him she was glad that he was now a big good boy. Then she began
to stroke him again and told him that he was very sleepy. Although he tried to
stay awake to enjoy what Mommy was doing to his "thingy," Mommy kept speaking
softly and stroking him until the pleasure cam again and he knew nothing more.
Rajesh didn't say so, but he liked this way for Mommy to "help him be a good boy"
even better than suckling her milk. And sometimes, when she said Rajesh had been
a really good boy, Mommy, instead of taking his "thingy" in her hand, would take
it in her mouth. That was even better; it felt wonderful and didn't make a
mess, as Mommy swallowed all the white stuff than came out.
Recently, though things had changed. Mommy still came every night to make him
sleep with her hand or her mouth, but she had started to bring him a large glass
of warm, sweet milk for him to drink first. He wondered if it was supposed to
remind him of the milk he used to drink from Mommy's big titties, but it tasted
a little funny, too. And other things were getting weird. Rajesh's body began to
change -- again. His shoulders became broader and stronger. His abs flattened
and hardened. His butt grew firm and tight and his voice dropped from tenor to
baritone. Girls at school, even his oldest little sister Shreya, looked at
him strangely and giggled behind his back.
All that was embarrassing enough, but even worse was a new tension, an
antsy-ness. Rajesh used to feel that way only at night before Mommy came to put
him to sleep. Now that was not enough. Notwithstanding her warnings not to
"play with himself," he just HAD to. He was amazed at how much his "thingy" had
grown, how hard it got when he stroked it, and how much white stuff shot all
over the shower that first time he experimented. Once he had discovered that
his hand with some soap or lotion felt almost a good as Mommy's hand (thought
never as good as Mommy mouth), Rajesh could not stop. Now he realized why his
pretty Mommy looked so satisfied and Daddy looked so dazed in the morning and
the sight sent him racing to the shower for relief. Seeing his teachers in
their short tight skirts got him so worked up he had to go the restroom several
times a day to fill wads of toilet paper.
Overcome with shame at what he was doing, one night when Mommy came to his bed,
Rajesh confessed everything. Rather than being mad, Mommy just kissed him and
said she knew what he was doing. "That means its working," she smiled. Rajesh
asked and Mommy explained that she was giving him some "special vitamins and
things" to help him grow up faster because soon it would be time for him to
leave home. Rajesh was sad and said he knew; he'd be going away to college next
year.
Mommy looked at him gently and said, no, she did not think he should go to
college. At college there were too many bad women who could take advantage of a
nice boy like Rajesh who had no Mommy or sweetheart to protect him. Rajesh wanted
to protest, but Mommy was fondling his "thingy" so nicely that all he could do
was close his eyes and listen. As she talked and rubbed his "thingy," it began
to make more sense. Mommy said he did not really need to go to college to learn
how to make some lucky girl a good husband one day. He could keep her happy by
cooking, washing, cleaning her house and, Mommy grinned, "making and taking care
of lots of grandbabies."
Rajesh was confused and pointed out that Daddy had gone to college and even used
to have a business. Mommy said, yes, but that was before she had found Daddy
and helped him see his place was in the home taking care of Rajesh and all his
little sisters, while she took over Daddy's firm. "Being a good daddy is all he
wants to do," she said adding with a grim, "that and make me happy."
Then Mommy said something even more surprising: that before Rajesh left home,
there was one more thing he needed to learn about how to make a woman happy.
"You know how much Mommy likes it when you suck her titties?" Rajesh nodded,
happily. "Well, Mommy's going to show you how to suck something women enjoy
even more."
Rajesh was still confused, but Mommy just opened her nightgown and drew Rajesh to
her breasts. Rajesh complied by starting to lick and suck Mommy's titties the way
he knew she liked. As always, Mommy started to whimper with pleasure, as his
tongue played with her hardening nipples, but after a few minutes, instead of
running her own hand between her legs, she began to push Rajesh's head downward.
"That's it Baby. Kiss me there! Keep kissing Mommy's tummy," she gasped as
Rajesh's soft, flicking tongue found her navel. Mommy's soft tummy did not get
hard like Mommy's titties did when Rajesh kissed them, but Mommy kept moaning and
pushing his head down, so she must like what he was doing. Rajesh was happy.
But something must be wrong. Although Mommy was letting out little chirps of
happiness, Rajesh was getting close to the black furry place between Mommy's legs.
Its aroma was ... like Mommy's fingers when she pulled them out from down there
when he sucked her titties. Surely Mommy did not want him to kiss her THERE!
"Oh, yes, Baby. You kiss Mommy so good! Mommy wants your tongue there, in her
pussy!" Rajesh didn't have much time to think how funny it was that Mommy called
the furry
patch between her legs her "pussy." She wanted his mouth there and Rajesh was a
good, obedient boy.
The hair tickled Rajesh's nose, but he wanted to do whatever Mommy said to make
her happy; so he began to probe the underbrush with his tongue. As soon as he
touched something warm and wet, Mommy squealed and thrashed with pleasure and
Rajesh's mouth was full of salty wetness. Rajesh could tell he had just made Mommy
very happy and he continued licking and sucking in earnest.
When Mommy's breathing had returned to normal she told Rajesh he was a good boy, a
very good boy and that he was eating Mommy's pussy very well. Then she started
talking to Rajesh in her "special way." Rajesh recognized it as the voice she used
when she wanted him to do
something special for her, a voice he always obeyed. "That's it, Rajeshy. Keep
eating Mommy's pussy like a good boy. Let my pleasure guide you, sweetheart.
You love to lick and eat pussy. You love the smell of a warm wet pussy. You
love to pleasure pussies with your mouth. Pussy juice is yummy and you like to
suck and lick it. This is what you love to do, worship and serve a woman's pus
.... Agggg!"
Mommy's instructions were interrupted by another spasm of happiness and another
mouthful of her yummy woman juice. Rajesh loved making Mommy happy this way,
loved "eating" her "pussy" as she called it. Mommy began to convulse with
pleasure again and Rajesh continued to use his mouth and tongue to make Mommy
happy again. She had not told him to stop.
Mommy dimly realized her dilemma. Rajesh's precocious mouth was bringing her to
one crashing orgasm after another and her gasps and moans only encouraged him to
continue. He was tongue-fucking her out of her mind and all she could do was
blubber incoherently, "Yes! God! Nooo! Arrrrggg!"
To better understand what is going on in Mommy's increasingly sex-addled mind,
we have to look inside. There we might metaphorically see two women who both
look like Mommy. One is dressed normally -- for a sexy forty-plus business
woman: power suit cut high on her thigh, transparent stockings with four-inch
heels, short jacket with a deep "v" to show off her spectacular cleavage. The
other woman, wearing only a bustier, red panties, dark fishnet stockings held up
by garters and red strap-on high heel sandals, was smirking.
"My God! What he's doing to my pussy. Its so ... Aggg! Another one. Shit! I
can't think," said the first woman.
"Great, isn't he?' Imp-Mommy said as her distraught companion shook with the
climax. "Who wants to think, when we've got a hunky boy with his tongue in your
twat, you biddy?
"But I'm so turned on. I ... I want...
"To fuck him?"
"God, yes! But I can't. He's my son ... It's ... so
..." Ego-Mommy groped for a word.
"If you are waiting for HER to tell you that it's 'wrong,' don't hold your
breath," Imp-Mommy smirked.
"Her?"
"Yeah. Our Conscience. Over there." Ego-Mommy looked over to see another
replica of herself in a long white dress with high collar, a picture of
innocence, as she lay unconscious with a silly little grin on her face. "She
passed out after the first orgasm, the hypocritical little slut."
"What can I do?" wailed Ego Mommy.
"Do what you WANT to do, Sweetie! Having this gorgeous boy eat your pussy makes
you as horny as a herd of reindeer. You want a big, thick, all-male cock
plugged into that hungry pussy of yours."
Ego Mommy shuddered.
"Do it!" Imp hissed as she sidled up to Mommy and ran a finger into her
cunt. "God, you're wet! I'm surprised the poor boy doesn't drown in there.
Don't you WANT your son's big hard prick in you? Don't you NEED to fuck your
big-dicked little boy?" Imp's fingers coincided with an especially nice lick
from Rajesh and an umpteenth orgasm crashed over the helpless woman.
"Yes, Yes, Rajesh baby! Mommy wants you; Mommy needs her baby boy!"
Rajesh supposed Mommy wanted him in her mouth and dutifully withdrew from her
steaming cunt. He was totally unprepared for the fury of Mommy's assault as she
pushed him back on the bed and ripped off his pajamas. "Oh, baby! You're so
big! I've got to have it!" she exclaimed as she squeezed her son's prick into
full erection.
"THAT's why you want it so bad," explained Imp.
"Uh, Uhh, Uhhhh," Mommy grunted as she cautiously lowered her cunt over her boys
large, up-thrust cock.
"Chicken!" taunted Imp, and goosed her distracted companion.
"Arrrrghh!" yelped Mommy as her full weight suddenly fell on Rajesh, driving his
cock into her depths. With eyes closed, Mommy luxuriated in the overstuffed
fullness of Rajesh's oh-so-satisfying cock up in her.
"No rest for the wicked," hissed Imp. "Fuck him, you horny bitch!"
Mommy's eyes were closed, savoring the delicious friction of Rajesh's cock in and
out of her pussy as she rode him faster and faster.
"That's the way; long and hard, fuck the shit out of him!" Imp encouraged.
"That's what you've been needing, you skanky slut, your teenage son's prick in
your horny twat, fucking your brains out, making you come, filling your womb
with his potent young jizz!"
"His what?" Ego Mommy was jarred from her pre-orgasmic bliss. Her eyes flew
open. "His semen! Oh my God! I'm not on birth control! And ... and this is the
middle of my period. Oh, shit! I could get ..."
"Of course you can," gloated Imp. "My job is get you pregnant. You are far too
sexy to stop making babies so young."
"But my figure! My career!" Ego Mommy whined.
"Horse feathers!" scoffed Imp. "What can be sexier than a middle age woman with
a nice "oops!" belly peaking from under a maternity dress? And those idiot men
you hypnotize on the Internet will go ape to be enslaved by a knocked-up Domme.
You're about to get a baby in your belly and there's nothing you can do about
it," the tarty Imp Mommy gloated.
"No! Noo! I'll make him stop!"
"I'd like to see you try," taunted Imp, noting that Mommy had continued to fuck
Rajesh without respite.
"Rajesh, Baby! No! Honey! We've got to stop!"
This unexpected outburst was puzzling to the boy, who after all was doing
nothing but lying on his back enjoying the way his sexy Mommy rode his prick
like there was no tomorrow."
"Stop, Mommy?"
"Yes, stop!" Mommy declared without, however, diminishing in the least her
frenetic bouncing up and down on Rajesh's cock.
"You don't like it Mommy?" Rajesh was concerned that he was doing enough to make
Mommy happy.
"OH, yes, Baby, I love it!"
"So why do you want to stop?"
"But I DON'T want to stop, baby. Any Mommy would kill for a boy cock like yours
to fuck! But you can't come in me!"
"What's, 'come,' Mommy?" Rajesh asked anxiously, not wanting to do anything that
Mommy didn't want.
"'Come' is when you shoot your white stuff into Mommy. The stuff that can give
Mommy a baby!" she whined.
"You don't want a baby, Mommy? You don't want to fuck me?"
"Yes I want to fuck you, but I ...I ..."
"Stop pretending, you hypocritical slut!" whispered Imp. "You KNOW you want his
boy come in your hot little box. You KNOW you want him to knock you up. You
KNOW you want to waddle around with a big belly with everyone seeing you're
pregnant with your own son's incestuous baby!"
"But she can't! It's wrong. It would be incest. It's against all the laws of
God and nature!" Conscience had revived.
"Stay out of this, you prude!" snapped Imp Mommy. "I'm getting her pregnant and
there is nothing you are going to do to interfere! You made her stop just
minutes before I had her pregnant with that black stud's bastard last month.
You won't foil me again, bitch! THIS should shut you up!" Mommy's hand went to
her clit just as Rajesh thrust back at his manic Mommy's lunge. Another orgasm
crashed over Mommy and Conscience wavered and fell back in a heap.
"Now, tell him what you want, slut," Imp goaded.
"Oh, Yes, Rajesh, Baby! I want to fuck you. I want you to come in me. Fill me
with your boy spunk and make me pregnant, Baby! Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck
me a babeeeeeeee!"
As if to remove any doubt about her sincerity, Mommy's cunt muscles clamped down
on Rajesh's cock and he exploded into her. Gallons of Rajesh' hot scum shot into
his Mommy's fertile pussy. Transported to another realm of post orgasmic bliss,
Mommy collapsed onto Rajesh's chest. He had make Mommy happy, Rajesh thought, as he
drifted off to sleep.
tall with nice muscles that girls and a not a few women liked to glance at. But
Rajesh was not a high school "stud." Rajesh lacked the self confidence, the
aggressiveness, that hint of a sexual predator that could make a nubile
cheerleader drop her pants or a married teacher flash him her bare pussy in an
effort to get his hard teen cock into her. Rajesh was just too nice to awaken
that kind of female lust.
No, Rajesh at almost 18 and a senior, was still a virgin. While his classmates
had been screwing girls and some of their more adventurous teachers since Junior
high, Rajesh did not even know that such things were done. Everyone else in
school, for example, knew that the English teacher, Miss Prentice had to resign,
not because of her father's heart attack, but rather because of the REASON for
the heart attack: finding out that his 25 year old daughter with an MA in Modern
Literature let herself get knocked up with the bastard of the seventeen-year old
black linebacker for the Millwood High football team.
Rajesh was not so much dumb as just na‹ve. His teachers often said that Rajesh was
distracted or dreAnusha. He had reason to be. In many ways Rajesh was a normal
teenage boy with the normal conflicts between wanting to remain a protected
child and the desire to be more independent. He could even be gloomy and sullen
with his Dad, but never with his Mom. Mom, "Mommy" as she still liked him to
call her, was his light. Her frown could make him cry; her smile could fill him
with joy. And Rajesh loved doing things to make Mommy smile.
And Rajesh knew that, although Mommy let his little sisters boss him around, he
was still special to her. Mommy showed him -- often. Every time Mommy was
pregnant with his next little sister - six so far -- Mommy let Rajesh crawl up
into bed with her, snuggle up against her round pregnant belly and suckle from
her large, soft, milk-filled titties.
Little Rajesh had loved nursing from Mommy's breasts and was always rewarded with
little spurts of sweet, rich milk. Mommy seemed to like it, too, because when
he got going, she would moan for him to suck her, to "Suck me good, Baby; suck
Mommy's titties." As he did, she put her hand between her legs before screaming
in pleasure and clasping Rajesh's head hard to her breast. Then when Mommy's
excitement had passed, she would draw him to her breast again and let him nurse
again while she talked to him softly.
Nursing at Mommy's wonderful breasts, drinking her milk and listening to her
soft words always put Rajesh to sleep as if drugged. He never remember what she
said, but when he woke up, he knew that he loved his Mommy more than ever and
that he must always be a good boy and obey her and try to make her happy. Since
Mommy was pregnant or nursing or both during most of his childhood, Rajesh had
plenty of opportunities for Mommy to "help him be a good boy" by bringing him to
her bed and letting him fall asleep nursing from her.
That had been until he was about 12. Since then, Mommy had not had another
baby, but she had found another way, an even more wonderful way, to show Rajesh
how much she loved him. He still remembered the first time. She had led him to
her bed and let him start sucking her tits as usual. As he became drowsier and
drowsier, she had told him that soon she would not be making any more milk for
him, as it was almost time to wean little Puspha. Rajesh was sad but continued
to listen. Mommy said she still loved him and that she would keep "helping you
be a good boy." As he sucked, he felt Mommy's hand go between his legs and take
hold of his "thingy."
Mommy told him to relax and let her make him feel good as she gently squeezed
and stroked his "thingy." Soon he felt warm and then an intense pleasure flowed
over him and he realized his "thingy" had spurted out lots of white stuff that
made a mess in Mommy's hand. Rajesh was afraid Mommy would be mad, but she smiled
at him and told him she was glad that he was now a big good boy. Then she began
to stroke him again and told him that he was very sleepy. Although he tried to
stay awake to enjoy what Mommy was doing to his "thingy," Mommy kept speaking
softly and stroking him until the pleasure cam again and he knew nothing more.
Rajesh didn't say so, but he liked this way for Mommy to "help him be a good boy"
even better than suckling her milk. And sometimes, when she said Rajesh had been
a really good boy, Mommy, instead of taking his "thingy" in her hand, would take
it in her mouth. That was even better; it felt wonderful and didn't make a
mess, as Mommy swallowed all the white stuff than came out.
Recently, though things had changed. Mommy still came every night to make him
sleep with her hand or her mouth, but she had started to bring him a large glass
of warm, sweet milk for him to drink first. He wondered if it was supposed to
remind him of the milk he used to drink from Mommy's big titties, but it tasted
a little funny, too. And other things were getting weird. Rajesh's body began to
change -- again. His shoulders became broader and stronger. His abs flattened
and hardened. His butt grew firm and tight and his voice dropped from tenor to
baritone. Girls at school, even his oldest little sister Shreya, looked at
him strangely and giggled behind his back.
All that was embarrassing enough, but even worse was a new tension, an
antsy-ness. Rajesh used to feel that way only at night before Mommy came to put
him to sleep. Now that was not enough. Notwithstanding her warnings not to
"play with himself," he just HAD to. He was amazed at how much his "thingy" had
grown, how hard it got when he stroked it, and how much white stuff shot all
over the shower that first time he experimented. Once he had discovered that
his hand with some soap or lotion felt almost a good as Mommy's hand (thought
never as good as Mommy mouth), Rajesh could not stop. Now he realized why his
pretty Mommy looked so satisfied and Daddy looked so dazed in the morning and
the sight sent him racing to the shower for relief. Seeing his teachers in
their short tight skirts got him so worked up he had to go the restroom several
times a day to fill wads of toilet paper.
Overcome with shame at what he was doing, one night when Mommy came to his bed,
Rajesh confessed everything. Rather than being mad, Mommy just kissed him and
said she knew what he was doing. "That means its working," she smiled. Rajesh
asked and Mommy explained that she was giving him some "special vitamins and
things" to help him grow up faster because soon it would be time for him to
leave home. Rajesh was sad and said he knew; he'd be going away to college next
year.
Mommy looked at him gently and said, no, she did not think he should go to
college. At college there were too many bad women who could take advantage of a
nice boy like Rajesh who had no Mommy or sweetheart to protect him. Rajesh wanted
to protest, but Mommy was fondling his "thingy" so nicely that all he could do
was close his eyes and listen. As she talked and rubbed his "thingy," it began
to make more sense. Mommy said he did not really need to go to college to learn
how to make some lucky girl a good husband one day. He could keep her happy by
cooking, washing, cleaning her house and, Mommy grinned, "making and taking care
of lots of grandbabies."
Rajesh was confused and pointed out that Daddy had gone to college and even used
to have a business. Mommy said, yes, but that was before she had found Daddy
and helped him see his place was in the home taking care of Rajesh and all his
little sisters, while she took over Daddy's firm. "Being a good daddy is all he
wants to do," she said adding with a grim, "that and make me happy."
Then Mommy said something even more surprising: that before Rajesh left home,
there was one more thing he needed to learn about how to make a woman happy.
"You know how much Mommy likes it when you suck her titties?" Rajesh nodded,
happily. "Well, Mommy's going to show you how to suck something women enjoy
even more."
Rajesh was still confused, but Mommy just opened her nightgown and drew Rajesh to
her breasts. Rajesh complied by starting to lick and suck Mommy's titties the way
he knew she liked. As always, Mommy started to whimper with pleasure, as his
tongue played with her hardening nipples, but after a few minutes, instead of
running her own hand between her legs, she began to push Rajesh's head downward.
"That's it Baby. Kiss me there! Keep kissing Mommy's tummy," she gasped as
Rajesh's soft, flicking tongue found her navel. Mommy's soft tummy did not get
hard like Mommy's titties did when Rajesh kissed them, but Mommy kept moaning and
pushing his head down, so she must like what he was doing. Rajesh was happy.
But something must be wrong. Although Mommy was letting out little chirps of
happiness, Rajesh was getting close to the black furry place between Mommy's legs.
Its aroma was ... like Mommy's fingers when she pulled them out from down there
when he sucked her titties. Surely Mommy did not want him to kiss her THERE!
"Oh, yes, Baby. You kiss Mommy so good! Mommy wants your tongue there, in her
pussy!" Rajesh didn't have much time to think how funny it was that Mommy called
the furry
patch between her legs her "pussy." She wanted his mouth there and Rajesh was a
good, obedient boy.
The hair tickled Rajesh's nose, but he wanted to do whatever Mommy said to make
her happy; so he began to probe the underbrush with his tongue. As soon as he
touched something warm and wet, Mommy squealed and thrashed with pleasure and
Rajesh's mouth was full of salty wetness. Rajesh could tell he had just made Mommy
very happy and he continued licking and sucking in earnest.
When Mommy's breathing had returned to normal she told Rajesh he was a good boy, a
very good boy and that he was eating Mommy's pussy very well. Then she started
talking to Rajesh in her "special way." Rajesh recognized it as the voice she used
when she wanted him to do
something special for her, a voice he always obeyed. "That's it, Rajeshy. Keep
eating Mommy's pussy like a good boy. Let my pleasure guide you, sweetheart.
You love to lick and eat pussy. You love the smell of a warm wet pussy. You
love to pleasure pussies with your mouth. Pussy juice is yummy and you like to
suck and lick it. This is what you love to do, worship and serve a woman's pus
.... Agggg!"
Mommy's instructions were interrupted by another spasm of happiness and another
mouthful of her yummy woman juice. Rajesh loved making Mommy happy this way,
loved "eating" her "pussy" as she called it. Mommy began to convulse with
pleasure again and Rajesh continued to use his mouth and tongue to make Mommy
happy again. She had not told him to stop.
Mommy dimly realized her dilemma. Rajesh's precocious mouth was bringing her to
one crashing orgasm after another and her gasps and moans only encouraged him to
continue. He was tongue-fucking her out of her mind and all she could do was
blubber incoherently, "Yes! God! Nooo! Arrrrggg!"
To better understand what is going on in Mommy's increasingly sex-addled mind,
we have to look inside. There we might metaphorically see two women who both
look like Mommy. One is dressed normally -- for a sexy forty-plus business
woman: power suit cut high on her thigh, transparent stockings with four-inch
heels, short jacket with a deep "v" to show off her spectacular cleavage. The
other woman, wearing only a bustier, red panties, dark fishnet stockings held up
by garters and red strap-on high heel sandals, was smirking.
"My God! What he's doing to my pussy. Its so ... Aggg! Another one. Shit! I
can't think," said the first woman.
"Great, isn't he?' Imp-Mommy said as her distraught companion shook with the
climax. "Who wants to think, when we've got a hunky boy with his tongue in your
twat, you biddy?
"But I'm so turned on. I ... I want...
"To fuck him?"
"God, yes! But I can't. He's my son ... It's ... so
..." Ego-Mommy groped for a word.
"If you are waiting for HER to tell you that it's 'wrong,' don't hold your
breath," Imp-Mommy smirked.
"Her?"
"Yeah. Our Conscience. Over there." Ego-Mommy looked over to see another
replica of herself in a long white dress with high collar, a picture of
innocence, as she lay unconscious with a silly little grin on her face. "She
passed out after the first orgasm, the hypocritical little slut."
"What can I do?" wailed Ego Mommy.
"Do what you WANT to do, Sweetie! Having this gorgeous boy eat your pussy makes
you as horny as a herd of reindeer. You want a big, thick, all-male cock
plugged into that hungry pussy of yours."
Ego Mommy shuddered.
"Do it!" Imp hissed as she sidled up to Mommy and ran a finger into her
cunt. "God, you're wet! I'm surprised the poor boy doesn't drown in there.
Don't you WANT your son's big hard prick in you? Don't you NEED to fuck your
big-dicked little boy?" Imp's fingers coincided with an especially nice lick
from Rajesh and an umpteenth orgasm crashed over the helpless woman.
"Yes, Yes, Rajesh baby! Mommy wants you; Mommy needs her baby boy!"
Rajesh supposed Mommy wanted him in her mouth and dutifully withdrew from her
steaming cunt. He was totally unprepared for the fury of Mommy's assault as she
pushed him back on the bed and ripped off his pajamas. "Oh, baby! You're so
big! I've got to have it!" she exclaimed as she squeezed her son's prick into
full erection.
"THAT's why you want it so bad," explained Imp.
"Uh, Uhh, Uhhhh," Mommy grunted as she cautiously lowered her cunt over her boys
large, up-thrust cock.
"Chicken!" taunted Imp, and goosed her distracted companion.
"Arrrrghh!" yelped Mommy as her full weight suddenly fell on Rajesh, driving his
cock into her depths. With eyes closed, Mommy luxuriated in the overstuffed
fullness of Rajesh's oh-so-satisfying cock up in her.
"No rest for the wicked," hissed Imp. "Fuck him, you horny bitch!"
Mommy's eyes were closed, savoring the delicious friction of Rajesh's cock in and
out of her pussy as she rode him faster and faster.
"That's the way; long and hard, fuck the shit out of him!" Imp encouraged.
"That's what you've been needing, you skanky slut, your teenage son's prick in
your horny twat, fucking your brains out, making you come, filling your womb
with his potent young jizz!"
"His what?" Ego Mommy was jarred from her pre-orgasmic bliss. Her eyes flew
open. "His semen! Oh my God! I'm not on birth control! And ... and this is the
middle of my period. Oh, shit! I could get ..."
"Of course you can," gloated Imp. "My job is get you pregnant. You are far too
sexy to stop making babies so young."
"But my figure! My career!" Ego Mommy whined.
"Horse feathers!" scoffed Imp. "What can be sexier than a middle age woman with
a nice "oops!" belly peaking from under a maternity dress? And those idiot men
you hypnotize on the Internet will go ape to be enslaved by a knocked-up Domme.
You're about to get a baby in your belly and there's nothing you can do about
it," the tarty Imp Mommy gloated.
"No! Noo! I'll make him stop!"
"I'd like to see you try," taunted Imp, noting that Mommy had continued to fuck
Rajesh without respite.
"Rajesh, Baby! No! Honey! We've got to stop!"
This unexpected outburst was puzzling to the boy, who after all was doing
nothing but lying on his back enjoying the way his sexy Mommy rode his prick
like there was no tomorrow."
"Stop, Mommy?"
"Yes, stop!" Mommy declared without, however, diminishing in the least her
frenetic bouncing up and down on Rajesh's cock.
"You don't like it Mommy?" Rajesh was concerned that he was doing enough to make
Mommy happy.
"OH, yes, Baby, I love it!"
"So why do you want to stop?"
"But I DON'T want to stop, baby. Any Mommy would kill for a boy cock like yours
to fuck! But you can't come in me!"
"What's, 'come,' Mommy?" Rajesh asked anxiously, not wanting to do anything that
Mommy didn't want.
"'Come' is when you shoot your white stuff into Mommy. The stuff that can give
Mommy a baby!" she whined.
"You don't want a baby, Mommy? You don't want to fuck me?"
"Yes I want to fuck you, but I ...I ..."
"Stop pretending, you hypocritical slut!" whispered Imp. "You KNOW you want his
boy come in your hot little box. You KNOW you want him to knock you up. You
KNOW you want to waddle around with a big belly with everyone seeing you're
pregnant with your own son's incestuous baby!"
"But she can't! It's wrong. It would be incest. It's against all the laws of
God and nature!" Conscience had revived.
"Stay out of this, you prude!" snapped Imp Mommy. "I'm getting her pregnant and
there is nothing you are going to do to interfere! You made her stop just
minutes before I had her pregnant with that black stud's bastard last month.
You won't foil me again, bitch! THIS should shut you up!" Mommy's hand went to
her clit just as Rajesh thrust back at his manic Mommy's lunge. Another orgasm
crashed over Mommy and Conscience wavered and fell back in a heap.
"Now, tell him what you want, slut," Imp goaded.
"Oh, Yes, Rajesh, Baby! I want to fuck you. I want you to come in me. Fill me
with your boy spunk and make me pregnant, Baby! Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fuck
me a babeeeeeeee!"
As if to remove any doubt about her sincerity, Mommy's cunt muscles clamped down
on Rajesh's cock and he exploded into her. Gallons of Rajesh' hot scum shot into
his Mommy's fertile pussy. Transported to another realm of post orgasmic bliss,
Mommy collapsed onto Rajesh's chest. He had make Mommy happy, Rajesh thought, as he
drifted off to sleep.