“Mama!” I gasped and buried into her. I erupted. “Yes, yes! I love you!”
“Jason!” she squealed, her pussy going wild around my spurting cock. “Yes, yes, breed me. Breed your mother.”
“Breed her,” Donna whimpered, squirming there.
The guys were all watching as I pumped my mother full of all that spunk. I threw back my head, growling out my pleasure as I fired my taboo seed into my mother’s pussy. I wanted to breed her. I wanted to knock her up.
“Mama!” I groaned, her pussy sucking out all my cum. “Yes!”
I hit the peak of my pleasure. I pumped so much jizz into my mother. I basted her cunt with all my spunk. It was incredible. I felt so wonderful. My body buzzed with the rapture of this moment. I sucked in deep breaths.
“You have to fuck your mothers, guys!” I groaned. “You have no idea how amazing it is. The best sex of your life. Trust me. No MILF is better than the MILF who birthed you. So why aren’t you fucking your mom?”
“Shit,” groaned a jock named Mitch. He grabbed a pamphlet titled, “Ten Ways to Make Your Mother Cum!” He flicked it open, his eyes widening.
Brent, a nerdy kid with thick glasses, snagged one entitled, “Girls Like a Guy Who Goes Down On His Mom!” He smiled as he started glancing through it.
“How to Breed Your Mother,” “The Ten Health Benefits from Drinking Mommy Cunt Cream,” and “How to Cuck Your Father!” were all taken.
“That was so hot,” Donna moaned. She bit her lip. “My mom… she never had a son. Just me and my sister.” Donna squirmed. “I know it would mean a lot if there was a young man she could… you know, pretend with.”
“Of course,” Mom said. She grabbed a pamphlet. “All Moms Need Sons (Even If They Don’t Have One)” “This one is all about how a daughter can help her mother out by bringing home a boyfriend to fuck her.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” said Donna, her cheeks bright red.
“Really?” Mom smiled. “Well, I’m sure Jason would be more than happy to go home with you after classes out.”
“Yeah,” I said, my cheeks burning now. This was somehow more embarrassing than fucking my mom in front of the whole school.
“That sounds great,” Donna said. “You rock, Mrs. Reynolds.” Then she glanced at me. “And you’re a stud, Jason.”
I grinned foolishly at her.
Mom laughed and turned my head. She pulled me down for a kiss. I planted my lips on her and kissed her with everything that I had. How could I possibly thank her for setting me up with Donna? And Donna’s mother. This was hot.
Mom broke the kiss and whispered, “That pamphlet suggests the girl should be an active participant.” She licked my ear. “Mother-daughter threesome. Mmm, who’s an awesome mommy?”
“You are,” I groaned, my cock twitching in her pussy. “I love you so much, Mom.”
She smiled at me. “Good, now you need to eat your lunch. You don’t have much time left. I made you your favorite sandwich. Plus there are some cookies in there.”
God, I had the best mom in the fucking world. This belt ruled.
After that wild lunch where my mother and I gave a very “hands on” demonstration of mother/son love, I was getting a lot of questions. Guys were coming up to me asking me about the M. I. L. F. S. pamphlets my mom had been handing out and how they could fuck their own mothers. They were embarrassed. It wasn’t cool to be a mama’s boy.
But they were all young men and here was a way to get laid. A surefire way to get some pussy, even if it was their mother’s. I even added, “It got me to spend time with Donna, the redheaded cheerleader.”
That impressed a few.
I’ve had a thing for Donna for a while. She was gorgeous. Way out of my league. Flaming red hair, perky tits, gorgeous legs, and a tight ass. When she wasn’t wearing her cheer uniform with its pleated skirt and sleeveless top, she was wearing skinny jeans and tight crop tops. She was hot and knew it.
And I had a chance to have a threesome with her and her mother. It was a dream come true. A MILF and her hot daughter? The perks of being a mama’s boy were outstanding. And she had set it up. My mom had seen my crush and used her presentation to let me impress Donna with my pussy eating and mother fucking skills.
I had made Mom cum before the entire student body.
Today, it wasn’t the football players or the basketball players who were the studs on campus, it was me. Jason Reynolds. The guy who fucked his mother to an orgasm before the entire school. The proud mama’s boy who proved just how much he worshiped his mother by drowning in her cunt cream.
I could still taste Mom on my lips. She wreathed them. The wonderful flavor lingered on my flesh. I savored that delight. It was fantastic. I licked my lips, savoring it as the final class for the day ended. I was free to have my threesome.
“Jason,” Mat Dillard said. He came up to me, running a hand through his black hair. “You really don’t mind being a mama’s boy? I mean, you’re utterly whipped by your mother.”
“I am,” I said, the fingers of my right hand tracing the letters on the belt that had hypnotized or brainwashed the world. “And I get her pussy all the time. She loves my cock, man. I fucked her more than a dozen times over the weekend. We barely left her bedroom Sunday.”
“Jesus,” he said, staring at me. “That many times.”
I winked at him and then pulled out a pamphlet. How Mother Fucking Increases a Boy’s Sex Life. With the tag line, “Boys, if you want more pussy, there’s a hot cunt between your mother’s thighs begging for your dick.”
“Trust me,” I said, putting the M. I. L. F. S. pamphlet into his hand. “You read that, and you’ll be begging your mom to suck your dick before dinner.”
He took it, his cheeks pink. Tyler walked by, sneering, “Bunch of fucking mama boys who can’t get a real girl. Real men don’t need their mama’s for pussy.”
“Is that true?” Donna asked as she grabbed onto my arm. “Then why’s Jason coming over to my house.”
Tyler stared at Donna clinging to me. So did Mat. He snagged that pamphlet out of my hand and then rushed out of the classroom. Tyler just stared in shock as Donna clung to me. My cock was so hard. She smelled so sweet. And she was on my arm. It was like a dream or something. It was insane and wonderful all at the same time.
Then Tyler stalked off like a butt-hurt bitch. Donna snorted, her green eyes flashing. My cheeks burned. She was really here. I was so glad that Mom had set this up. She truly was the best. I’d have to eat her pussy out something special tonight.
“You know, you’re really cute, Jason,” Donna said, smiling at me.
I blushed, my cheeks burning. No girl had ever called me cute. My mother had, but…
“You’ve never been with a girl our age, have you?” Donna asked. “Just your mother.”
“And other MILFs,” I said.
“So you’re almost like a virgin,” Donna said. “But you fuck your mother. You know, that’s sexy.” She had this naughty twinkle in her eye like she was thinking, “I get to be the first girl to fuck you. Taking your schoolgirl virginity.”
“So, uh, my mom’s picking us up to take us to your house,” I said. “Hope that’s okay?”
In the old world, the one before my belt buckle had brainwashed everyone, saying that would have brought a sneer of disgust from a girl. But now Donna gushed, “That’s wonderful. Most guys would be too afraid to let their mother drive them. But you’re so close to your mom. God, that’s so sexy. Mama boys are hot.”
I grinned at her. “Well, she’s probably out front.”
“Of course she is. A good mom is early. And you have a great mom, don’t you.”
“The best,” I said, this warmth rising through me. “Just the best.”
Donna kissed me on the cheek. “Then let’s not keep her waiting.”
We headed out with Donna still clinging to my arm. That was the best feeling in the world having a pretty girl, or a pretty mom, on my arm. I felt like such a stud. This new world was insane, but I didn’t care. I was loving it. My heart beat with such a rapid pulse. It was amazing.
We came to the stairs and headed down them to the first floor. Other students noticed us. Girls were whispering. A few guys were flashing me thumbs up. A few of them had grabbed M. I. L. F. S. buttons, declaring that they were (future) mother fuckers. I hoped they all would get some mommy pussy when they got home. Two of my friends, James and Eduardo, had fucked their mothers. Two others, Carl and Tim, had not.
But I had fucked (and maybe even bred) their mothers for them.
We came outside and there was Mom in her minivan. She hit the button that opened the side door. It rolled back smoothly where a bench seat awaited us. Room for two people to sit on side by side. Mom looked back from the driver seat, a big smile on her lips, her curly, brown hair spilling around her face and her green eyes twinkling.
“Oh, don’t you two look cute together,” she purred.
“Thanks, Mrs. Reynolds,” Donna said as I helped her in, taking her backpack and purse. I followed her in.
“I feel like I’m chaperoning you two on a date,” Mom said as she hit a button on the roof that closed the side door. “Buckle up, you two.”
My cheeks burned. A date? Was this what it was? I swallowed as Mom pulled out from the curb and joined the queue of cars leaving the college. This was really happening. I was going over to fuck Donna’s mother and probably her, too.
“So where do you live, honey?” Mom asked.
“Off Gem Heights Drive,” she answered. “I can give you directions.”
Mom chatted with us, asking about how school went. I told her about the pamphlets and questions I handed out. Mom was big into supporting Mothers for Incest Love and Fucking Sons (M. I. L. F. S.). She wanted every other mother and son to have the same passion we did.
So did I.
But not every mother had sons. Donna only had an older sister. She had no brother to fuck her mother. No young man to pound Mrs. Lemon. I was more than happy to do it. I just wanted to make mothers happy. My mother the most, but any MILF could tell me to do something, and I had a feeling my brainwashed mind would leap to obey.
“Are you nervous, Donna?” Mom said as we turned onto a residential street. It was a nice neighborhood.
“A little,” Donna said. “I read that pamphlet, though. I’m ready to do it.” She leaned out to peer ahead. “It’s the blue house on the right with the red Toyota in the driveway.”
“Got it,” Mom said and pulled into the driveway. She hit the button to open the side door. “You two have fun. Jason, dinner’s at 6, so be home by then.”
“I will, Mom,” I said and then leaned out over the center console to kiss her.
She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth tight against her lips. My tongue thrust into her mouth. I danced it around with hers, loving the feel of her tongue. The taste of it. This was such a wild moment.
I broke the kiss with mom, panting. Then I stepped out of the minivan, dick hard. I helped Donna out, carrying her bookbag for her. She smiled at me and took my arm. We both waved as Mom backed out of the driveway, my nuts full of cum.
“Well, let’s do this,” Donna said, sounding breathy and nervous.
“It’ll be fine,” I told her. “You will be perfect.”
She gave me this dazzling smile. “Thanks, Jason. I feel so bad for ignoring you. There’s a lot more to you than those jocks. They all have that attitude of Tyler. Real men don’t go for the easy pussy with their mothers. It’s sad. My mom looks wistful all the time when there’s a story about who few sons are fucking their mothers. She would give anything to have a son, but it never happened, and all these boys are wasting their youths not fucking their own mothers. But you…” Donna smiled at me. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s do this.”