Her big boobs smothered me in theirr pillowy softness. She slammed down my cock, the car rocking. The shocks squeaked. I don’t even know how she was able to slide up my cock so high. There was only an inch or so of clearing above my head before the roof of the car.
It was like she was distorting space or something.
But it was hard to think about that with her silky, hot, mommy-cunt sliding up and down my dick. This was the pussy that had birthed me. She had brought me into the world with this cunt. I groaned, savoring that heat working up and down my cunt. The pleasure was incredible. My cock throbbed. I whimpered, savoring the pleasure of her twat.
She slammed down me again and again. She rode me with such hunger. Her cunt clenched about me. The silky passion was incredible. She massaged me with hunger. I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing in her cunt.
Her pussy massaged me. Teased me. Loved me.
“Mom!” I groaned.
“Oh, yes, yes, Master, just let your mommy-succubus pleasure that big, huge dick. Mmm, my son is hung. Yes, yes, this cock is the best!”
Her pussy clenched about my dick, her snatch sliding up and down my cock. I groaned, her twat so hot and silky. The ache built and built at the tip of my cock. I rubbed my face back and forth in her tits, their pillowy softness rubbing across my face.
She held me tight to her boobs, smothering me with her amazing tits as she slammed her cunt down my cock. My balls tightened. Her juices soaked through my bush and ran over my nutsack. My dick throbbed in her cunt, the heat building and building. I would have such a big explosion.
“Mom!” I moaned.
“Are you going to cum in your mommy-succubus’s cunt?” she moaned. “Are you going to breed her? Do you want a succubus-sister to serve you, too, you letch? Ooh, a harem of succubi all loving your big cock.”
“Fuck!” I groaned, the ache swelling to the explosive point.
“Yes, yes, my hung son wants that. Breed your mommy-succubus. Fire all that cum into her fertile depths. Make a baby in her!”
“Shit!”
Her pussy clenched down around my dick. She held me tight and then slid back up me. Her pussy suckled at my cock. The pressure rose and rose at the tip of my dick. I groaned, unable to stop myself from cumming.
I erupted.
“Mommy!”
“Oh, yes, yes, flood your mommy-succubus’s fertile pussy with your incestuous seed, Master!”
She impaled her cunt down my pussy and joined me. Her cunt writhed. She shuddered, rubbing her big boobs all over my face. Her pussy rippled and writhed around my dick. Her cunt suckled at me, milking out my cum.
I erupted over and over. Mighty spurts of jizz that fired into her snatch. Her pussy cream bathed over me. I shuddered through it. Moaning. The car rocked even more. Blood pounded hot through my veins. I hit the peak of my pleasure.
“Damn,” I panted.
“Mmm, yes,” Mom groaned. “That was just what my master needed.”
“Not what you needed?” I muttered.
“I need whatever my son and his huge dick need,” she purred. “Mmm, your mommy-succubus is very proud at how you’ve developed into such a hunky, young man. Eighteen, and with a cock like this. Ooh, it’s amazing.”
She lifted herself off my cock. I popped out. Purring, she put my cock, soaked in her incestuous juices, back into my pants. The spicy scent of her cunt filled the car. I breathed it in as she fastened my jeans and zipped me up.
“There,” she cooed. Then she opened the passenger door and climbed out of the car. I gaped as she stepped out with her boobs hanging out, and her skirt disarrayed. There was a line of cum running down her thighs. Students were watching. There’s a large group of guys with a few smattering of girls that just watched me have sex with my mom.
“Don’t forget your bookbag, Master,” she cooed as I slipped out of the car, my cheeks burning.
The guys were staring at me with awe. A few of them mouthed, “Master.” They were staring at me like they didn’t know who I was. I knew most of them in passing. A few had picked on me, like Aaron who was on the football team. I opened the back door, my cheeks burning, and grabbed my backpack.
I turned around and there was my topless mother grabbing my face and kissing me on the lips. The guys started wolf-whistling. Mom’s tongue thrust into my mouth. I felt her nipples poking at my chest through my t-shirt. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
She broke it. “Mmm, get good grades, Master. I’ll pick you up after school.”
I panted as she sauntered around the car, clearly enjoying all the guys staring at her big breasts, her pigtails swaying about her. She climbed into the passenger seat and pulled away. I shuddered, my blood on fire.
“Christ, Henry,” Aaron said. “Christ, how did you…?”
“Wasn’t that your mother?” Tracy asked. She was a blonde girl I knew.
“What?” I groaned. “No.”
“His mother?” a guy asked. “Hot.”
“Fucking A, she’s a MILF whoever she was.”
“Rode him right before the school building. You saw that jizz running down her thighs. Henry really fucked her.”
“Thought he was just a nerd.”
“I’ve never pulled a piece of tail that hot.”
“Shit, she even called him master. Master!”
“Do you think he made her dress up like a schoolgirl and fuck him to show off?”
“Wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah. Fucking hell I fucking would!”
I pushed through them, the girls in the crowd staring at me with this strange twinkle in their eyes. I hated all this attention. I scrunched my shoulders and headed inside the school. It was crowded, the first period about to start. I threaded my way through, trying to get away from everyone who saw me. How long before everyone knew.
I saw people staring at their phones. They were nudging friends, pointing at something on the screen. People shook their heads in disbelief. “No way,” I heard. “I know Henry. No way he had some bimbo fucking him before school.”
“Hey, Henry,” a Black girl I didn’t know purred. “Looking good.”
“Uh…” I didn’t know what to say. Was she trying to pick on me? Mocking me? Acting like she thought I was looking good only to burst into laughter.
I kept going.
“Henry, wow, you’re looking different,” another girl said. Danni smiled at me, her blue eyes lighting up. “You start working out?”
“Wow, I love that T-shirt,” another girl said. I think her name was Britney. “Is that from a video game?”
“Er, yeah, Vivi the Black Mage from Final Fantasy IX.”
“Oh, that’s great,” she said. “It looks amazing on you. What do you think it would look like on me?”
Why was every girl acting like I was hot? Was this some bizarre form of bullying? No longer content to ignore me or roll their eyes whenever they realized I was near. No more sniggering at me in groups, now they were doing this fake flirting thing. I bet the moment I resounded back, Britney would burst into laughter.
“I have to get to class,” I said, hurrying on to Mrs. Hemlock’s English literature class.
“Oh, hey, Henry,” said a redhead named Abby. “You should give me a call sometime. I could use some help on my chemistry homework.”
“I thought you got a 90% on the last test,” I said.
“I could do better with some tutoring.” She smiled at me. “Say, my place. My parents aren’t home tonight, so no one will interrupt us.”