Mary took a sip of her morning coffee, gazing outside. Robins were splashing in the birdbath, the leaves on the trees were starting to tint orange as the long dog days of summer were winding to a close. Finally, she couldn't help but think to herself. It'll be so nice when Jamie goes back to school. Ever since her ex-husband left them, Mary had been struggling to balance her career and her family – well, her only son, at least. And between clawing her way up the corporate ladder and her son's propensity for getting into trouble, she had very little time for herself. On the rare occasions she could go out, her girlfriends would be gossiping over the latest shows, the newest celebrity drama – the sorts of things she just didn't have the time to devote to anymore. Not to mention her love life! Leaving her ex was going to be a turning point for her. Nearly a decade trapped in a loveless, sexless marriage made her quite acquainted with Hitachi-san. But nothing could compare to the real thing. She pressed her thighs together, gently grinding against her seat as she continued to drink her coffee. The second that Jamie was someone else's problem was the second that she was going to put on her skimpiest lingerie and her lowest-cut dress and get the dicking of a lifetime. At least, that's what she thought.
"Mommy?" Young Jamie poked his head in from the foyer. He was a mess, she could tell already. Heavy bags hung under his eyes, and his brown mess of hair was indicative of restless sleep. She couldn't help but smile at him, though. As frustrated as she was (in more ways than one), he was still her precious son. She would do anything for him.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, taking one last drag of her coffee before getting up and putting it in the sink. "You look like a mess. Didn't sleep well, sweetie?"
"...n-no, I didn't, Mommy," Jamie said, quietly. He was still hiding behind the corner of the doorway, only his head visible. Mary couldn't help but roll her eyes. When Jamie was younger, he did this same thing whenever he wet his pajamas. They had broken that habit out of him ages ago, though, hadn't they? Mary quietly tsked under her breath.
"Oh, Jamie, sweetie. Did you pee yourself again?" Mary smiled as earnestly as she could, trying to hide her internal screaming. Every day was a new adventure with this fucking kid. "It's okay if you did. Mommy won't be mad."
"...no, it's not that, Mommy. It's…" he hesitated, taking a big gulp. "...Mommy, promise not to freak out?" he said. His face was flushed a faint crimson, the boy clearly deeply embarrassed by...something. "Jamie," Mary said, "There's no chance that anything you could show me would make me freak out. Now, c'mon, out with it," she said, rounding the corner, only to pause, her eyes growing wide. Her son stood there, clad in only his pajama tops. Where his bottoms were, she didn't know, but that didn't matter. The only thing on Mary's mind at that moment was her son's. Thick. Long. Cock.
"...Jesus Christ, Jamie," Mary whispered, her eyes as big as saucers. She couldn't believe it. Her baby boy, her pride and joy, was standing there, face beet-red, with a foot-long slab of cock jutting out of his lithe loins. It was thick, too – about the diameter of a soda can, if she had to guess. And despite his length, despite his girth, his fat crown was still hidden, wrapped up in his thick, juicy foreskin, the excess bunching at his tip in a little turtleneck of sensitive skin. She couldn't help but grab it, marveling at its heft in her palms as her son let loose a sudden eep of sensitive pleasure. Hanging below were two fat balls, each the size of an overripe grapefruit in that taut, hairless scrotum, gently bouncing in time with his breathing as his cock pulsed with each pounding beat of his chest. And the most jarring part of all – it was still soft. A foot-long flaccid dong hanging from her little boy.
"...Jamie," Mary said, with surprising seriousness. "...what do you want me to do about this, exactly?" She said. She didn't know how much her son knew about sex – they taught that in schools now, right? And even if he did know...he was her son! She couldn't, or at least, that's what she thought. Her body, however, had its own opinions, as her cock-starved pussy began to tingle, feeling her own arousal growing more and more. It wasn't even five minutes ago she was imagining getting speared by the biggest, thickest cock she could get her hands on...and here it was, in her hands. A cock that would put even a pornstar to shame.
"I...I don't know…" Jamie said, whimpering. "I-I just...I couldn't sleep, and when I woke up, m-my...my peenie was...was like this…" his lower lip quivered, the child looking like he was about to burst into tears.
"Shh, sweetie," Mary said, pressing a finger to his lips. "It's okay. We'll figure this out together," she said, not once looking away from his thick cock. She caught herself licking her lips, her pussy practically soaking through her panties and into her jeans as she began to slowly, idly stroke her son's cock, feeling the smooth skin beneath her fingertips, seeing his thick crown peeking out from beneath his foreskin with every slow pump. "Does this feel better, Jamie? Does it feel good when Mommy touches your peenie like this?" she slid down to her knees, looking Jamie in the eye as she slowly stroked his virgin boyhood. He just gasped, his body shuddering as strange, pleasurable sensations wracked his young body. Her hand felt like silk on his cock, each agonizing tug at his member sending jolts of pure pleasure through his body. He braced himself on her shoulders, trying to keep himself upright as her other hand joined the first, fingers struggling to wrap all the way around his flaccid shaft as she pumped him. "Mommy…!" he groaned, his hips slowly bucking in time with her thrusts, breeding his own mother's hand-pussy.
"Good boy, Jamie," she cooed, leaning forward and laying a sloppy kiss on his cheek. "It feels good for you, right? Just seeing you feel good makes Mommy feel good too," she smiled, rubbing her thick thighs together again, a wet spot clearly visible through her tight jeans. "Mommy," Jamie said. "I-I feel weird...m-my peenie, it's…" Jamie's face twisted into a grimace of pleasure as his cock throbbed hard, the soft-yet-firm flaccid cock she had been stroking starting to grow harder and harder. "That's it, sweetie," she said. "Let your peenie get big and hard for Mommy." His cock was growing even thicker and longer with each passing moment. Each one of her strokes felt more like she was pulling more cock from his body, his length growing inches at a time. One hand could barely wrap around his girth, but now both hands together were just barely enough to wrap around his entire chode, tugging him harder and faster. Jamie's penis had practically doubled in length and girth, his soft footlong dong having grown into a massive, two-foot slab of fuckmeat, curving nearly up to his own face. His balls plumped up too, bouncing in his tight ballsack, the ever-so-faint sound of his balls churning more cum just barely audible as they, too, swelled and grew, each testicle the size of a cantaloupe, hanging past his knees, each swell causing a splurt of hot, gooey precum to burst from his cumslit, plastering against Mary's heavy chest. And his scent, oh, God, his scent. The foyer filled with the musk of cock, a heady, rich aroma radiating from Jamie. The scent of a man ready to fuck, the distinct smell of sperm and sex, mixed with something...different. A freshness of youth, an almost sweet afterscent that was distinctly...Jamie.
It drove Mary absolutely insane. She needed this. She needed him. Her only son.
"Jamie," Mary practically growled, her voice heavy with lust. "I need you." She pulled away from him, reluctantly, as she tugged her blouse up and over her head, her breasts bouncing free, constrained by a plain white bra, one size too small for her bountiful chest. "I need you so fucking bad, Jamie…" Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her jeans, pulling her bottoms off in one swift motion, strands of silvery pussyjuice connecting her ruined panties to her drooling, shaved quim. She hiked her bra up, not even bothering to unclasp it, leaving her naked and desperately horny in front of her baby boy. Stepping forward, pressing his gigantic meat-bat between her thick thighs, groaning as his veiny length ground against her drooling pussy. His face, buried in her deep, soft cleavage, was at risk of overheating in more ways than one.
"Mommy…" he whimpered into her chest, hands weakly trying to push her away as she used him like she used the kitchen chair moments ago. "Y-you're scaring me, Mommy," he couldn't help but let out a quiet, girlish groan as she tensed her legs together, a burst of thick, juicy pre pissing out his tip, running down along his cumvein and across the back of her legs. His legs shook, struggling to keep him upright, but he wouldn't need to worry about that for long as his mother pushed him onto his back, against the cold tile floor of the foyer. His cock towered above him, somehow still growing, his massive third leg standing high as Mary straddled his hips, her pussy dripping grool down onto him. She reached down, guiding his tip to her pussy with ease, slowly, eagerly pressing it deeper and deeper into her. "Mmm...welcome home, Jamie," she threw her head back with a deep groan, her pussy stretched wider than it ever had before. "Back to where you were made," she slowly lowered herself, hands digging into her tits, twisting and tugging on her sensitive mounds, lowering herself deeper and deeper. Her juices squirted out of her, running down Jamie's god-cock and splattering against his bare, lithe body, her eyes rolling back in her head as slowly, his thickness spread her wide.
"Nnngh...g-ghhhk...M-Mommy...h-hahhh…" Jamie writhed beneath his desperate mother, unable to keep himself from bucking upward, shunting more and more of his thick kid dick into his mommy's sopping cunt. She leaned down, hands on his chest, bracing against him as he shyly reached his hands up to cup her breasts, gasping as her soft titflesh squeezed between his fingers. "M-Mommy…" he moaned, his cocktip smashing against her cervix. His body was ready and eager to reach into her deepest, most fertile parts, the womb that made him, as he sharply thrust up and penetrated her womb, his mother screaming as she slid a whole half foot down his cock, taking nearly two-thirds of his freakish length into her eager pussy. Her plump belly was distended, the outline of Jamie's dick clearly visible through her body as he pounded the back of her womb, over and over, his beachball-sized balls slapping painfully against her ass, sending spritzes of sweat, pre, and pussy juice all over the room.
"Ohhh, fuck me, baby," Mary moaned, wrapping her arms around his back, hugging him close. "Just let go inside of me, Jamie, sweetie. Make Mommy a mommy again…" she slammed herself up and down, her cunt spasming around his thickness, cumming constantly around her son's fat fuckmeat. "C'mon, baby, cum inside me," she begged, nipping at his neck, her hot voice whispering in his ear. "Cum inside Mommy, please...I need your fat, fucking cock to blow deep inside Mommy's slut-cunt, Jamie, baby, please…" His cock swelled inside of her, his crown practically flaring as his massive nuts tensed up, pulling close to his little body.
"Mommy, s-stop…! I feel weird, like something's….something's gonna...I'm gonna...gonna…" he let loose a loud gasp as his cock exploded inside of her, his cockvein distending as he started to pump gallons and gallons of thick, juicy virgin cum into her. His thick kiddy-cock throbbed, each pulse stretching her ruined pussy more and more as he pumped boiling-hot virgin sperm straight into his mother's womb. "A-aaah...ahhh!" he gasped, his little body spasming beneath her, waves of pure orgasmic ecstasy flooding through his body, radiating out from his cumming cock. Her belly distended with every throbbing burst, only to soon be hidden as her womb bloated up, her pudgy belly growing rounder and rounder as her womb stretched to accommodate her son's endless load.
"Fffuck, Jamie…!" Mary moaned, slamming herself down on that cock, each rough thrust sending a splash of sperm and sweat onto the floor around them, a thick mixture of jizz and juice running down his oversized, overproductive balls. She was pregnant. She had to be, and yet, she kept going, harder and harder as his thick semen flooded her womb, rushing into her ovaries. "Don't fucking stop…! Knock me up, knock me up, baby, knock me uppp! Make me a mommy, let me give you a baby, Jamie, please, you fucking stud…rape your mommy with that fat fucking cock! Breed me breed me breedmebreedmeBREEDME!" she wailed, hilting as much of his cock inside of her as she could, her belly still bloating out, thick cum sloshing around in her womb as that massive pillar of fuckmeat slowly started to soften inside her. "Mmmph…" she purred, pulling Jamie up against her gravid belly, hugging him close. "You did great, baby…"
Jamie looked up at her in a daze, his gaze glassy, teeth marks on his lower lip and drool running down his chin. "M-mommy…" he quietly said, his voice quivering ever so slightly. Mary froze. This wasn't Jamie the stud anymore. This was Jamie her son. Jamie who loved to play. Jamie who's so kind and nice. Jamie who was worried about his swelling penis. And she had just raped him. Her son. She had raped her son. And she loved it. And she knew that this wouldn't be the last time, either.
"Shhh, Jamie, it's okay…" she hugged him tighter, his face buried against her dripping tits. "You're a growing boy. A boy's cock and balls get bigger when they grow older, you know. And girls just can't resist a really, really big one, like yours," she leaned down to nip at her son's ear playfully as he looked up at her.
"Y-you said you were gonna have a baby?" He shyly asked, reaching down to touch her swollen tummy.
"Mhm. When a boy feels good inside a girl, she might have a baby," she leaned back, rubbing her massive cum-stuffed belly, already looking nine months pregnant with quadruplets. "You made me feel really, really good, so I might even have more than one, Jamie," she smiled.
"Wow…" he said quietly. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her as best he could and hugged her back. "The thing you did made me a little scared, Mommy...b-but it felt really nice on my peenie…" His face was a deep red as he hesitated. "...c-can you help me with it every time it gets...big?"
Mary just smiled, wiggling her hips with his cock still buried inside, teasing him back to erection. "Of course, sweetie. Every. Last. Time."
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"Jamie," Emma said, the brunette third-grader standing in front of the boy's desk with flushed cheeks. "Please go out with me!"
Jamie Sommer looked up from his desk, staring at his classmate with a dumbfounded look on his face. This wasn't what he was expecting to have to deal with this morning. He opened his mouth to reply, but couldn't find the right words. He did, however, find the wrong ones: "Are… are you talking to me?"
Behind Emma was a peanut gallery of her friends, who all erupted into a wave of humiliating titters and giggles. "Oh my God, Emma, I told you he wouldn't believe you!"
Emma's hands were balled into trembling fists, her face painted candy-apple red with embarrassment as she did her best to choke back tears. "Y-yes, Jamie! I-I've had a crush on you since first grade, and, um, I wanted to know if we could go out sometime!"
It was Jamie's turn to blush. "Oh! Uh… y-yeah, sure, okay. That could be fun." Emma's friends erupted into cheers, hugging and praising the visibly-relieved girl without paying Jamie any mind. He couldn't help but think that he was still on the receiving end of a prank of some sort, but Emma finally managed to push them away and get a word in.
"Okay! Um… can you ask your mom if I can come over to play sometime? You can introduce us as… as…" Her body trembled and her voice shrank, squeaking out her last few words: "…boyfriend and girlfriend."
"S-sure! Okay. I'll ask Mommy after school."
"Great! L-looking forward to it! L-l-l-l—" She stuttered, over and over, trying to say those two words that held great import to her but Jamie truly couldn't care less about: "…love you."
He didn't hear her at all, his attention drawn away as their teacher finally arrived and began class for the day, but for Emma, just saying those words out loud was a win for her.
"So…" Jamie and Emma sat on his bed, staring at the wall. Neither one of them had really put any thought into what this little playdate would entail. Emma just knew that boyfriends and girlfriends met up regularly, while Jamie assumed that Emma had some sort of agenda in mind, be it studying for school, playing games, or even just talking. But no, it seemed that both kids were at an impasse, sitting awkwardly next to each other, both not sure who should make the first move.
Thankfully, this period of awkwardness was interrupted by Jamie's mom, Mary, opening the door and coming in with a little tray with drinks and snacks. She was a chubby woman wearing an apron, with her medium-length brown hair tied back in a messy bun. She wasn't expecting any visitors today, truth be told — Jamie had asked her if Emma could come over while they were both, ahem, preoccupied, and it seemed that Jamie misunderstood one of her oh God, yeses as strangely-enthusiastic agreement. Not that Mary actually minded! She was glad to see her little stud breaking out of his shell and actually making friends at school — though she would have preferred a male friend. Something about her precious little boy being alone in a room with a girl… it just rubbed her the wrong way. Made her jealous.
"Hello, Mrs. Sommer. Thank you for letting me visit Jamie today!"
"Oh, hello, uh…" Mary trolled her memory for the girl's name, coming up blank. "…you! Jamie's told me a whole lot about you," she said, lying through her teeth as she laid the snacks down on Jamie's nightstand.
"Oh, really? That's a relief," Emma said, her cheeks faintly pink. "So you already know, then." It was less a question and more a statement.
"Know… what?" Mary side-eyed her son, who was more preoccupied with grabbing a drink than paying attention to what Emma was saying. He began to take a long, slow sip as Emma continued:
"Oh, you know! That Jamie is my boyfriend!"
"He's what?!" Mary's heart dropped as she stared daggers at her son, who himself choked on his drink at Emma's admission, spilling soda all over his front.
"Yes! We're super-duper lovey-dovey boyfriend and girlfriend. Everyone at school has been sooo jealous of us. We've even talked about getting married!" Emma was enthusiastically lying through her teeth, but she figured if there was any time to lie, it was to get the approval of your boyfriend's mother.
Mary bit her lips so hard they started to draw blood. "I… see," she said, bitterly, before turning to her son. "Jamie, let's get you a change of clothes," she said, grabbing his wrist and yanking him to his feet and out the door.
Emma said nothing, just quietly smiling to herself as she grabbed her own drink, took a sip, and waited for her beloved boyfriend to come back.
"M-Mommy! I can't get changed here! Emma is right there, she might see me!"
Mary had slammed her eight-year-old son against the wall next to his bedroom door, licking her lips like she was sizing up a slab of meat as she ran her hands along Jamie's soda-stained front, roughly pulling his tee up and over his head, exposing his lithe, smooth torso.
"You're not getting changed, sweetie," Mary said, her words saccharine-sweet but also oozing venom. Her fingers curled into the waistband of his trouser and undies, pulling them down to Jamie's ankles in one smooth motion, letting her prize free: her son's gigantic d cock. Soft, it draped past his knees, the entire length enveloped up in a glistening, silky-smooth foreskin, with a pair of mighty nuts hanging below, each fat ball the size of an overripe grapefruit and constantly churning with thick, virile eight-year-old sperm. The sight never failed to get Mary's motor running — her fat nipples were hard enough to tear holes through her blouse, and her panties were already completely soaked through from the mere sight of her baby boy's big bitchbreaking breeder.
"Mommy, no!" Jamie said, his voice a hissing whisper. "S-she'll hear us! Mommy, you always told me we can't let other people know about the secret sex game we play!"
"You had better be quiet, then, if you don't want your girlfriend knowing." Mary said. "I just want to show you that you don't need a girlfriend, Jamie, sweetie. I'm the only girl you'll ever need."
"Mommy, she's not my— mmmph!" Jamie's protests were silenced by his mother's soft, plump lips pressing against his, her wide tongue dancing in his mouth, feeding him her spit. One hand pressed against the small of his back, keeping him in place, while the other curled beneath the fat log of a cock dangling between his legs, feeling it begin to throb and swell with erection. Despite its massive size — a foot and a half, easily! — Mary knew her son was a grower, not a shower.
And, sure enough, grow he did. Jamie's eyes rolled back in his head, whimpering pathetically as he weakly bucked his hips forward, unable to resist the biological urge to fuck his mommy's soft palm. Each gentle thrust of his loins coaxed out more length along his kiddy-meat, growing bigger and bigger, inch after inch. His flaccid eighteen turned into a half-hard twenty-four; a stiff thirty; before finally reaching his full erection: thirty-six fat fucking inches of eight-year-old, rock-hard god-cock, curving out from his crotch and stopping with his glans at eye level with his own head. His thick, soft foreskin had rolled back a smidge — just enough to let his thick cumslit peek out from its warm, moist confines, his cock already beginning to pump out a constant, unrelenting load of sticky, musky precum from his overactive glands. It pooled in the wide turtleneck formed by his foreskin, before overflowing and dribbling down his underside, following the throbbing bulge of his cumvein, covering Mary's hand with her son's preseed before dripping down over his balls and, finally, onto the carpet below.
Mary pulled away from her kiss, plump lips still connected to her son's with juicy strands of thick spit, shimmering in the hall's light. "Mommy…" Jamie weakly protested, his body trembling and eyes glassy as, for as much as his rational mind wanted to pull away from his sex-crazed mother and go back to awkwardly hanging out with his quote-unquote girlfriend, his body betrayed him, desperate for his mother's loving touch.
"See, Jamie? You don't need her. All you need is me," she said, wrapping her arms around her son's magnificent magnum and squishing it against the front of her apron, staining the white fabric with her son's scent. "She'll never be able to please you like Mommy can, Jamie, sweetie." She leaned forward, pressing her face against the tip of his dick and began to make out with his cumslit, her tongue lashing against the boy's hyper-sensitive urethra, pulling away with a face absolutely plastered from cheek to cheek with her son's pre. She hiked up her apron, as if to wipe off her face, but decided against it as she instead pulled away from Jamie, undoing the apron and hiking it and her top up and over her head in one smooth motion, exposing her massive motherly melons, each capped with a stiff, sensitive pink nipple. Mary had long since learned that, considering she and Jamie end up fucking like animals at one point or another each day, that wearing a bra was an unnecessary hassle.
Mary smiled at her son, who started at her chest with just as much awe and lust as the first day he ever saw her naked. "See? Do you think your girlfriend would have a perfect body like Mommy's?" She hooked her thumbs into her bottoms, leaning forward slowly as she pulled then down her thick legs, letting her heavy tits sway before Jamie's eyes. She didn't believe in hypnotism, but the way Jamie always watched her breasts sway was starting to change her mind on the matter. Kicking her bottoms away, she stood nude in front of her son — a chubby, thick thirty-something single mom, groping her heavy, perky tits as her clean-shaven pussy dripped with unrelenting lust for the selfsame boy that pussy made.
She straddled Jamie's cock — if he were on the floor, his cock would be the perfect length to prod her pussy, but right now it was just a little too high — and kissed him again. "I'm gonna fuck you harder than ever before, my precious little boy. I'm gonna make you scream."
"M-Mommy… b-but Emma…" He groaned as Mary slowly slid her slit against his shaft, forming slowly drooling rivers of pussyjuice dripping down his veiny length.
"Fuck Emma. Jamie, I'm your mother. I'll do anything for you. Anything. She'll just break your heart and send you crying back to me, baby boy." She pressed Jamie down against the wall, sliding his cock back just far enough that his huge tip kissed the entrance to her babymaker. "Now shut up and FUCK me!" Mary suddenly covered her mouth as she screamed at Jamie, eyes wide as they darted a foot to her right, at the closed door to Jamie's bedroom where Emma waited patiently.
"Mrs. Sommer?" The bored voice of Emma replied. "Did you say something?"
Mary leaned over, opening the door just a crack to peek inside. "Oh, um, no, dear. I just… stubbed my toe. Yeah, that's iiiIIITTTTT" She lost her composure as Jamie, impatient and horny, began to feed his three feet of breedmeat into his mommy's slutcunt. Inching in, stretching her pussy to its limits, stretching her aching, burning birth canal wider and wider still until his cocktip smooched the entrance to her womb, already gaping and tender from month after months of womb-deep breeding.
"What was that? Can I help you with anything, Mrs. Sommer?"
"No! No, I just… toe stubbed. Again. Don't come outside. Jamie will be back soon." She slammed the door shut and turned back to her son, cupping his cheeks in her hands as she stared daggers at him. "I thought you didn't want to get caught," she said, her voice a harsh hiss.
"I don't, but… my peenie's so hard, it hurts… and I wanna make love to Mommy…"
Her harsh expression softened. "Now, now… Mommy's tight little slut-pussy will take good care of my baby boy's big hard peenie, okay, sweetie?" She slowly began to bounce along Jamie's length, feeling his brutish tip battering her cervix, forcing it wide open with every thrust until it parted for him, her cunt suddenly greedily gobbling up another foot and a half of eight-year-old bitchbreaker, slamming his tip into the top of her womb and stretching it out from her belly. The throbbing, aching outline of her baby's cock lewdly jutted from her tummy as he filled her so, so fully. "Welcome home, Jamie, baby," she said, leaning down to kiss him again as his cock stirred up the womb that was once his, a little over eight short years ago.
Slowly, she rode him, her trembling legs pulling him almost entirely out of her womb, before her knees gave out and she slammed back down, her vision whiting out for a moment each time as her babymaker screamed out in orgasmic pleasure again and again. Mary was biting a knuckle, trying desperately hard not to make any noise — though it didn't matter much considering Jamie was quietly moaning his mother's name again and again, punctuated by the wet, sloppy slaps of flesh against flesh as Jamie's pre-covered balls smacked against Mary's plump rump with every thrust, sending sprays of precum and pussyjuice throughout the hall. He was only silenced when Mary grabbed him and shoved his face straight into one of her bouncing tits, muffling her son with a mouthful of boob, which he eagerly took to as if he were an infant once more. But even with these measures, there was no denying that they were being noisy. The rhythmic thumps of her riding Jamie's cock were undeniable, not to mention their rocking back-and-forth meant they were rapping against the wall as well. For Emma, Mary figured, it must have sounded like she had asked Jamie to help with some construction, of all things.
"Mommy," Jamie said, pulling away from her bosom for a moment. "I-I'm gonna…"
"Are you gonna explode, little Jamie? Is your cock gonna erupt inside Mommy's tight slutphile cunt?" Her pupils dilated as her words got more and more unhinged. Her body moved faster; her cunt, tighter, as she started to orgasm. She was always desperate to feel her baby's baby-batter inside of her, but right now, knowing that Emma was right there and she could easily ruin both hers and Jamie's lives… it was driving her mad. "Cum inside me, Jamie. Cum INSIDE me. Stuff me with your cum! Make me pregnant! Knock me up! Make me the mommy of another fat-cocked stud like you or a cum dump of a sister to worship your cock, Jamie! I love you! I'm cumming! I LOVE YOU!" She hugged Jamie tight, smothering his face between her sweaty tits as her cunt clamped down along his length, throbbing and rippling along his shaft to coax his hyper-potent preteen load straight into her fertile womb. Her climax was so forceful it sent sprays of precum and pussyjuice up along their naked bodies, further staining the hall with their fluids as Jamie himself wailed with pleasure into her tits and started to cum himself.
Thick marbles of pearly-white slutjizz pumped up his shaft, swelling his girth even more as they inched their way up his three feet of dick, finally exploding out of his tip like a firehose, gallons upon gallons of virile boybutter flooding Mary's womb. The first load filled her to capacity, but he had so, so much more to give her. Her back arched, staring at God himself as she came and came again, screaming so loud the neighborhood could hear it. "KNOCK ME UP, JAMIE! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU, JAMIE!" Her belly began to bloat outward with the sheer volume of semen inside of her, speedrunning the trimesters of pregnancy over the course of about a minute until her belly was so bloated it forced Jamie away from her tits — not that that had much affect on how voluminous his cumshots were. Excess sperm squeaked through her cervix, rushing out her cunt and forming a messy, musky puddle of sexual slurry beneath them — of cum, pussyjuice, sweat and spit as both of them shook and shuddered, drooled and screamed, came and squirted until both of them were wrung dry.
Mary collapsed forward, panting — or, at least as forward as she could get, considering the massive new cum-tum that obscured most of her son beneath her. "Hah… hah… f-fuck… Jamie… I-I'm sorry, I… I think I messed up… Emma… she's…"
"I-It's okay, Mommy… s-she's not my… my girlfriend… that's what I was trying to tell you…" Jamie groaned as his dick started to soften inside of her. "I don't love her… like I love you…" he said, hugging her gravid belly.
Mary's voice caught in her throat as she hugged him, tears welling in her eyes. "I love you too, Jamie, baby." She pulled away, wiping her eyes with worry on her face. "But… Emma heard us. She had to. She'll probably…" Mary gulped. She didn't want to finish the sentence. Slowly — reluctantly — she pulled herself off Jamie's breeder, shuddering as she felt a torrent of fluids pour from her thoroughly-ruined gash. "Jamie," she said with surprising conviction. "Take a quick shower, then… try to trick Emma, or something. Tell her, uh… I was watching a movie too loud. I don't know. I… I have to clean this up before she leaves. Okay?"
Jamie nodded. "Okay, Mommy." He paused, hesitating. "I-I do like her… as a friend. I don't love her like I love you, Mommy."
"Aw, sweetie…" Mary pulled her son to his feet and kissed him — not on the lips, but a quick, uncharacteristically chaste peck on the cheek. "Such a mama's boy. Go on, get cleaned up! I'll wash your clothes and leave them in the hall when you're done."
"Okay, Mommy!"
This was it. Jamie Sommer, washed and laundered, with his hand on the doorknob to his bedroom. Inside was going to be one of the hardest conversations he'd ever have, and if he messed up… well, he and Mommy were going to be in big, big trouble.
He took a breath. Steeled himself. And entered.
Emma was sitting here, eyes locked on her phone, with her head ensconced in a big, expensive-looking set of headphones.
"Hey, Emma…" Jamie said, quietly. There was no reaction from the girl. "…Emma?" He took a step forward, waving at her to try to draw her attention. "EMMA!" Even yelling wasn't working. He stepped up to her, and it was only when he was right there that she finally acknowledged his presence.
"Jamie, darling! Sorry, I was listening to music. Daddy bought me these noise-canceling headphones — they work so good!"
Jamie couldn't believe what he was hearing. "N-noise-canceling…?"
"Yeah! I don't know how they work, but it's like… being in a quiet room. I started listening right after your mom stubbed her toe twice and said a swear."
"…oh. Oh! Yeah, that's… that's right. That's what happened. I had to help her, um, watch a movie, and she had it too loud, and, uh, stubbed her toe… twice. That's what happened."
Emma stared at him like his head was on backward, then broke out laughing. "That's weird, but okay! I don't know how you did that, but weird things just happen sometimes."
"Ha ha, yeah…"
"Anyway, um… you and your mom were gone for longer than I thought, and, um… I guess, can we reschedule? We didn't really get to play any, and it's starting to get late, and I told Daddy that I'd only be out for a couple of hours…"
She didn't hear anything? And she wanted to go home? Jamie felt like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. "Oh, uh, yeah, okay! I'll ask my mommy when a better time is, and we'll do this again!"
"Okay, Jamie! It's a date," she said with a wink, standing up from his bed. "Can I at least get a kiss for the road?"
Jamie rolled his eyes and quickly gave the most embarrassing peck he could onto her cheek, making the girl squeal with delight. "Eee! Thank you Jamie okay byeee!" She practically floated out of his bedroom, riding the high of a kiss from her 'boyfriend' all the way out the door.
Jamie huffed, finally relieved that the day was over. He threw himself onto his bed, laid back, and relaxed. "Finally," he said, closing his eyes. A quick nap sounded good, but… there was something off. Something about his bed smelled… familiar, but different, too. He couldn't exactly pin it down, though… he knew this scent, it was on the tip of his tongue… And when he finally figured it out, his eyes bolted open.
"Why does my bed smell like pussy?!"