“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I moaned.
“Christ, your mom is cumming on Jason’s dick,” Eduardo said.
“Yeah, she is!” Tim added.
“I am!” moaned Mrs. Donovan, her pussy massaging my cock, sucking at the tip of my dick. “Oh, Jason, spurt your seed into me. Breed me!”
“Shit, yes!” I gasped, the pressure bursting at the pinnacle of my cock. I erupted.
I fired blast after blast of my cum into her pussy. I basted her cervix and flooded her womb with my seed. The ecstasy barreled through my body and crashed into my mind. Sparks flared across my vision. Across her face twisting in rapture.
“Jason!” she moaned. “Yes, yes, give me your son! My good mama’s boy!”
I pumped her full of my cum. Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her. I groaned, savoring that delight. It was amazing to baste her twat with all my spunk. I shuddered, my face contorting with bliss. It was so awesome to erupt in her. To breed the MILF.
I pumped all my cum into her pussy. She worked me dry. I shuddered, savoring that delight. I groaned, my heart pumping bliss through my veins. She whimpered, a big smile on her face. She rubbed at my chest and then leaned over and kissed me.
Her breast piled into my chest as our tongues danced. Her lips were so sweet on mine. Did she taste her pussy juices lingering on my mouth? I hoped so. My hands grabbed her ass as my cock twitched in her pussy.
“Mmm,” she purred, breaking the kiss. “If you boys are staying for dinner, I’ll be making fish sticks. I know you have to get home to your mom.”
“Yeah,” I said.
Then she slid off of me and the couch. “And Carl,” she said, moving before him. Her black bush dripped with my pearly cum. “If you want to be a brat and not fuck me like a good boy, fine. But don’t you sit there and curse and throw a fit like a baby because your friend is stepping up to take care of me. He has his own mother to love, but he’s giving me some of his cum. You should be thanking him instead of being such an ungrateful brat.”
“S-sorry, Mom,” Carl said.
“Now, if you ever want to be a good boy and fuck me, you let me now.” She snagged her clothes and marched to the stairs. “Dinner’s in twenty minutes. Wash up.”
She marched up the stairs with angry steps. No one said anything for a moment. I started gathering my clothes. Then my friends began making excuses about why they had to leave. Carl sat on the couch, his face so red.
I wanted to say he should have been a mama’s boy like me, but it was hot fucking his mother. I was glad he was being defiant. I hoped my other friends were, too. Their mothers might need me, too. I could be all their good boys.
I dressed and headed up the stairs with them. We found Mrs. Donovan in the kitchen, dressed again, a big smile on her face. She waved at us and winked at me. There was such promise in that wink. I had to come over here more often.
If Mom would let me.
Outside, James said, “I can’t believe you fuck your own mom, but I get Mrs. Donovan. I’d love to have her ride me.”
“I’d be her good boy,” Tim said. “Damn, she’s hot.”
“So’s your Mom,” I said. “Hot and tight.”
“Oh, damn, he has fucked your mom,” Eduardo said. “Right?”
I just wore a huge grin and shrugged my shoulders, my dick so hard in my boxers and jeans.
“No way, Jason,” Tim said. “You didn’t fuck my mom, did you? God, did you breed her, too? Dude, that’s so fucked up. Carl’s mom is one thing, but mine is off-limits.”
“I’m not saying I had a threesome with my mom and yours before coming over here,” I said. “And it had nothing to do with why I was so late. I certainly didn’t fuck your mom while she ate out the creampie I left in my mom.”
“MILF on MILF action,” groaned Eduardo. “Fuck, maybe there is something to being a mama’s boy.”
“Yeah,” Eduardo said. “You are the man, Jason. Mrs. Best and Mrs. Reynolds in one day!” He held up his hand and we exchanged high fives.
I grinned, enjoying the praise.
“Fucking assholes,” Tim snarled and hurried off, having the same reaction as Carl had.
“I really think I should see if my mom wants me to fuck her,” James said, glancing at me. “Before you get your dick in her.”
Eduardo nodded.
“Good luck,” I said. “You’ll enjoy it.”
I broke from my friends. I meant it. There was nothing like being cock-deep in my mother. Mrs. Donovan and Mrs. Best had been amazing fucks, but that taboo delight of sliding into the pussy that had birthed me was like nothing else. It was sublime in how wrong it was.
The fact no one else thought it was wrong outside of some boys who didn’t want to be mothered any longer. It was so strange. I ran a finger over the belt buckle, tracing the cursive letters, and wondered where Mom had gotten it. I was so curious.
Dad was just getting home when I did, a carton of milk in his hand. He nodded to me as I joined him heading up to the door. We opened it to the scent of lemon and chicken, something boiling in the kitchen.
Mom turned and beamed at us. “There are my boys.”
She hurried over and cupped my face, kissing me on the lips with passion. Her tongue slipped into my mouth. I shuddered as she broke the kiss. Then she took the milk from dad and gave him a quick peck on the lips.
“Thanks, honey,” she said, hurrying back to the kitchen, her ass swaying in her sundress. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Can you set the table, Jason?”
“Of course, Mom!” I said.
Dad nodded in approval. “Glad to see you’re not talking back. She even texted me that you fucked her in the ass before your friends. Weren’t embarrassed at all.”
I certainly was embarrassed now. This was so surreal. “Yeah, Dad.”
“Good lad.” He ruffled my hair, smiling with filial pride.
I headed to the kitchen and started gathering the plates and silverware. I glanced at Mom. She was working on the stove with a noodle dish that smelled garlicky. “Uh, Mom, this belt you bought me. Where did you get it.”
“Target,” she said. “Just saw it and had to buy it.”
“Right, right,” I said, swallowing. “So, uh, did you put like a spell on it.”
“What?” She sounded incredulous. “A spell. Do you think I’m a witch or something? I know my cooking has been described as magical.”
“Did you make a wish so that we could, you know… fuck.” I glanced at her.
“Well, doesn’t every mother want to have a mama’s boy that will make love to her and breed her?” She put a hand to her stomach. “So many boys won’t do it these days, but I’m glad you do.”
It was then that I realized she was under the belt’s spell like everyone else. I couldn’t believe the old her would have wished that. But I was the only one that seemed to know what the old way of doing things was like.
I set the table, grabbed a beer for Dad and sodas for Mom and me. Diet Dr. Pepper for her and a Mountain Dew for me. I pulled out my phone and started googling to see if anything was out of the ordinary. I found articles about mothers complaining about how their sons wouldn’t have sex with them. News reports about the global decline in mother-son intimate relationships.
“The crisis in motherhood,” it was called. I scanned the headlines.
Why more and more boys are checking out of incest!
Are video games to blame for the decline in mother-son love?
Only 1% of mothers of sons report they have a fulfilling sexual relationship with their sons.
What does it mean for the world that less than 1% of boys desire their mothers sexually?
Ten reasons why I won’t fuck my mother!
Mother of five sons despairs of having one of them as her lover.
“Jesus, what the hell happened to the world when I put on the belt buckle?” I muttered.
“Dinner,” Mom called and brought the plate of chicken over. “Can you grab the noodles and the salad, Jason?”
“I’d love to, Mom,” that urge to make her happy gripping me. It utterly controlled me. Just like it had changed the world.
We sat down to eat. Dad joined us. Grace was said and then we piled the food on our plates. The lemon chicken breasts were delicious, moist and tender. The noodles had parmesan and garlic on them. It was simple but delicious. Mom’s homemade vinaigrette went great with the salad.
“Honey,” Mom said to dad. “Can you sleep in the guest bedroom tonight?”
“Oh?” Dad asked, looking up at Mom.
“It’s just I want to spend the night making love to our son.” She glanced over at me and winked. “It’s going to be wild. You’re not going to get much sleep, honey, and you have to work early. Jason’s bed is just too small for the ideas I have.”
“Sure, sure,” Dad said. “I get it. You’re finally having sex with Jason.” He glanced at me. “You should have been nailing your mother a year ago. She should have had your child by now. But, I’m glad you came to your senses. She was so worried she’d be like most mothers these days.”
“Yeah,” I said, shaking my head. It was so bizarre. He just accepted it as normal. The world had gone insane, but that was okay. Mother-son incest was allowed. Not any other type that I could tell. But just the type that mattered.
I helped mom with the dishes. She washed while I rinsed and put them in the dishwasher. She had this big smile on her lips as we did it. She asked me how good Mrs. Donovan was. When I said, “Not nearly as good as your pussy, Mom,” she beamed at me and kissed me.
Dad was settled down in the living room watching college foosball as Mom and I finished cleaning up the kitchen. It was spotless when we were done. Instead of going up to my room, I came out to watch TV with them.