"You're looking at me like I've got two heads, Mom," Oliver said, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken eye-rolls.
Martha stumbled into the living room, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glossy from one too many drinks at the office party. She had always been the life of the party, even if the party was just her and a bottle of wine in front of the TV. Her hair looked like it had seen better days, and her clothes clung to her in a way that screamed 'I had fun' rather than 'I need to be taken seriously'.
"Oh, Oliver," she slurred, her green eyes lighting up as she spotted her son sitting on the couch, playing video games. "You're still up, my little... angel." The last word came out with a dramatic sigh that was anything but motherly. She swayed over to him, her hips swinging in a way that made her chubby bubble butt jiggle with every step. Oliver couldn't help but look up at her, his heart racing as he realized her intentions.
"Mom, you're drunk," he said, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. "You should go to bed."
Martha plopped down next to him, her arm draping over the back of the couch. Her breasts, still firm and perky despite her age, pressed against him as she leaned in close, her hot breath reeking of wine and desperation. "Oh, don't be such a party pooper," she giggled, her speech slurred. "I just want to have a little... fun with my big boy." She reached over and flicked the game controller out of his hands, sending it clattering to the floor.
SUMMARY^1: Martha, a tipsy and flirtatious milf, returns home and approaches her son Oliver, who has a playful yet concerned demeanor. She sits next to him on the couch, making clear her sexual intentions despite his efforts to redirect her.
Oliver's eyes widened as his mother's hand landed on his thigh, her fingers tracing a line upward with a confidence that sent shivers down his spine. "Mom, no," he protested weakly, his mind racing with the implications of her actions. But his body, ever the traitor, responded with an erection that grew harder by the second.
Martha noticed the bulge in his pants and her smile grew sly. "Looks like someone's happy to see me," she murmured, her hand sliding higher. Oliver's cheeks burned as she began to stroke him through the fabric, her movements surprisingly nimble for someone in her state. He tried to push her away, but his limbs felt heavy, his resolve melting like wax under the flame of her touch.
"Mom, stop," he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper. But she didn't stop. Instead, she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You've always been so good to me, Oliver. It's time I showed you how much I appreciate it." Her tongue flicked out, tracing the shell of his ear before she took his lobe between her teeth and tugged gently. He shivered, his resolve fading like a distant memory.
SUMMARY^1: Despite Oliver's protests, Martha continues her advances, her hand moving up his thigh and eliciting an unwanted physical response from him. Her flirty words and actions grow more intense, hinting at her desire to express gratitude in a highly inappropriate way.
Her hand continued to work its magic, her thumb rubbing slow circles around the head of his cock as she leaned in to kiss him. He tasted the wine on her lips, sweet and bitter, as she deepened the kiss. His mind was a swirl of horror and arousal, unable to fully process what was happening. The hand on his thigh slid under his shirt, her nails lightly scratching his skin as she explored his body with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Oliver's body was responding against his will, his hips bucking slightly as his mother's hand grew more insistent. He could feel her breathing quicken, her chest pressing into his side as she pushed herself closer to him. His hands, which had been hovering awkwardly in the space between them, now found themselves tangled in her hair, pulling her closer despite the screaming alarms in his head.
Martha's other hand had found its way under his shirt, her nails digging into his skin as she kissed him with a passion that was both surprising and disturbing. He knew he should stop her, that this was wrong on so many levels, but his body seemed to have other ideas. His cock was rock-hard now, straining against the fabric of his pants, and she was grinding her pelvis against his leg, her own arousal palpable.
SUMMARY^1: Martha initiates a passionate kiss with Oliver, whose body responds involuntarily. Despite his mental resistance, Oliver finds himself drawn into the encounter as she explores his body, adding another layer of complexity to their already inappropriate interaction.
Oliver's mind was a tornado of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He was disgusted, horrified, but also... turned on? The line between love and lust had always been blurred for him, thanks to his autism, and he found it hard to differentiate between the two. He'd never felt this way about his mother before, but here he was, his body betraying him as she touched him in ways that no mother should.
Martha, fueled by her own desperation and the alcohol, didn't seem to care about the horror playing out on her son's face. She was lost in the moment, her eyes fluttering closed as she moaned into the kiss, her hand still working his shaft with surprising skill. Oliver felt his own hand slide down to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with hers in a silent question of "is this really happening?"
Her hand reached down to unbuckle his belt, the sound of the metal clasp echoing through the room like a gunshot in the quiet night. He gasped into her mouth as she freed his cock, her hand wrapping around it firmly, stroking it in a way that was anything but motherly. He could feel the heat of her palm, the way her thumb slid over the sensitive head of his erection, and his body responded with a need that was overwhelming.
SUMMARY^1: Oliver struggles with his emotions and the uncharted sexual territory, feeling a confusing mix of horror and arousal. He succumbs to the moment, participating in the kiss as Martha's actions become increasingly intimate and explicit, leading to her unbuckling his belt and stroking his erection.
Oliver's hands moved of their own accord, sliding under Martha's shirt to cup her breasts. They were soft and warm, filling his palms as he squeezed gently, his thumbs flicking over her erect nipples. She moaned into his mouth, her hand moving faster, her breathing growing more ragged as she ground against his leg.
"Mom," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "What are we doing?"
Martha pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. "I'm giving you what you want, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I know you've been lonely. I know you need this."
Oliver's heart raced, his mind a blur of confusion and lust. He knew he should stop her, knew that this was wrong, but the feel of her hand on him was too much to resist. "But Mom," he protested, his voice weak. "What about sis"
Martha's eyes narrowed, her smile turning predatory. "Your sister is out with her friends," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. "It's just you and me, Oliver. And I want you."
Oliver's heart hammered in his chest as she straddled him, her thighs pressing into his hips. He could feel the heat from her pussy through the fabric of their clothes, and it sent a jolt of pure lust through his body. He looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of doubt, any hint that she didn't mean it, but all he saw was a hunger that matched his own. "Mom," he breathed, his voice shaking. "Are you sure?"
SUMMARY^1: Oliver, caught in the moment, explores Martha's body, with her encouragement. Despite his hesitations, Martha assures him of her intentions, revealing her own desires and confirming their isolation in the house. The incestuous tension escalates as she straddles him, leaving him to question if they should proceed.
SUMMARY^2: A drunk Martha makes overt sexual advances towards her son Oliver, who is both repulsed and aroused. She initiates a kiss and fondles him, ignoring his resistance. Oliver's body responds despite his autism and confusion, and they engage in intimate contact before he questions the situation's morality.
Martha nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm sure," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I want this. I want you."
Oliver's mind raced as he felt his mother's hand guide his cock to the warm, wet heat of her pussy. He was torn between the horror of the situation and the overwhelming desire that was clouding his judgment. But when she sank down onto him, enveloping him in a tight, velvety embrace, all rational thought disappeared.
He gasped as she took him fully, her walls stretching around him as if she had been made just for this moment. Her eyes closed in pleasure, her full lips parting in a silent moan that sent a shiver down his spine. She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic dance that had him clutching at her waist, his own moans mingling with hers.
Martha's breasts bounced with every movement, her nipples pebbled and begging for attention. Oliver's hands found them, his thumbs circling the sensitive peaks as he watched her face contort in ecstasy. She was beautiful, so beautiful, and the thought that she was his mother only added to the forbidden thrill of it all.
SUMMARY^1: Martha confirms her desires and guides Oliver into her, initiating the incestuous act. As they engage in intercourse, Oliver's inner conflict fades amidst the intense pleasure and forbidden excitement, focusing on her beauty and the intimate connection they share despite their familial bond.
Her movements grew more erratic, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she rode him. Oliver felt his own orgasm building, a coil of tension in his gut that threatened to unravel at any moment. He grabbed her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he stood up, lifting her with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, as he carried her up the stairs to his room.
The hallway spun around them as he climbed, the walls seeming to pulse with the beat of their hearts. The floorboards creaked beneath their weight, but the sound was lost in the symphony of their breaths and moans. His bedroom door loomed ahead, a gateway to a new level of depravity that both repulsed and excited him.
Once inside, Oliver laid Martha down on his bed, her legs still wrapped around him, his cock still buried deep inside her. The room was a familiar sanctuary, now tainted by the scent of her arousal and the reality of what they were about to do. She looked up at him with a mix of lust and something else, something that made his stomach twist in knots.
"You want to be my cum dump mom?" Oliver asked, his voice trembling as he tried to make sense of the situation. It was a crude, pornographic term, but it somehow encapsulated the horror and the thrill of what was happening.
Martha's eyes glazed over with a mix of drunken lust and something more primal. "Yes," she breathed, her voice low and wanton. "I want you to fill me up, baby. Make me your cum dump."
SUMMARY^1: The sexual encounter escalates as Oliver carries Martha to his room, the familiar space now suffused with a sense of depravity. Oliver uses a pornographic term to express his conflicted feelings, to which Martha responds with a mix of lust and primal desire, accepting her new role in their forbidden relationship.
Oliver couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, but they only served to fuel his own dark desires. He reached around, his hand landing on her plump, round ass with a firm smack. She yelped in surprise, but the sound only spurred him on. He began to spank her in time with his thrusts, each slap echoing through the room as she moaned and writhed beneath him.
"Say it," he ordered, his voice gruffer than he had ever heard it. "Say it louder."
Martha's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. She bit her bottom lip, the room spinning around her as Oliver's hand continued to spank her ass. The sting was surprisingly pleasant, mixing with the pleasure of his cock filling her up. "I want to be your cum dump, baby," she repeated, her voice louder this time, the words slurred with arousal.
Oliver's grip on her hips tightened as he spanked her again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh reverberating through the room. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw her head back in a silent scream of pleasure. The force of his thrusts grew stronger, his movements more urgent as he neared his climax.
Martha's nails dug into his back, her legs tightening around him as she met each thrust with an equal amount of fervor. She could feel the beginnings of something strange happening within her, a sensation she had never experienced before. It was as if her body was responding to some ancient, primal call, and she couldn't fight it.
SUMMARY^1: Martha succumbs to Oliver's dominance, affirming her role as his cum dump. The intimacy escalates with spanking, their actions and words becoming increasingly raw and erotic. An unusual sensation starts to build within her, hinting at a physiological response to their incestuous union that she can't control.
Oliver's cock grew thicker, the shaft swelling and expanding, taking on the shape of a horse's member as it stretched her pussy to its limits. She whimpered, her eyes going wide with a mix of fear and pleasure. The alien DNA within him was asserting itself, transforming him into something more than human, something wild and powerful. The head of his cock grew wider, flaring out like the crest of a stallion, and she could feel it stretching her further than she ever thought possible.
Her walls quivered around him, adjusting to the new size as he thrust deeper, his movements becoming more and more animalistic. The pain was intense, but it was a sweet agony that only served to heighten her arousal. She had always been a size queen, but this was beyond anything she could have ever imagined. The room was filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping together, the smell of their mingled scents, and the raw, primal energy that seemed to crackle in the air around them.
Oliver felt the pressure building, his orgasm approaching like a freight train. He pulled out of her with a wet pop, her pussy clenching around his shaft as if trying to keep him inside. His cock was slick with her juices, glistening in the dim light of his bedroom. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, the need to cum almost painful in its intensity.
SUMMARY^1: Oliver's alien physiology manifests during their encounter, causing his penis to enlarge and become more animalistic. Martha experiences a mix of fear and pleasure, her body adapting to the extreme size. The room is filled with the intense sounds and smells of their union, as Oliver nears his climax.
SUMMARY^2: Martha and Oliver give in to their desires, engaging in a depraved sexual encounter that escalates with each move. Oliver's alien anatomy surprises Martha, enhancing the experience as she accepts her new role in their twisted relationship.
With trembling hands, he quickly removed his own clothes, tossing them aside in a heap. Martha watched him with hooded eyes, her own desire burning hotter with every passing second. She had never seen him like this before, so raw and uninhibited. It was a side of him she had never knew existed, and it was turning her on more than she cared to admit.
Her own clothes followed suit, the fabric sliding off her body like water as Oliver's gaze raked over her. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but also incredibly powerful. Her green eyes gleamed in the low light, the pupils dilated with lust as she took in the sight of her son's transformed body. His cock was a thing of beauty, thick and long with a swollen tip that promised untold pleasure.
Martha straddled him again, her movements more deliberate now, her mind swimming with a heady mix of booze and desire. She could feel the alien influence in him, a wildness that called to something deep within her. She was too drunk to think straight, too lost in the moment to consider the consequences of her actions. All she knew was that she needed him inside her, filling her up and claiming her in a way she had never been claimed before.
SUMMARY^1: Oliver's alien transformation heightens the erotic tension, as Martha, driven by alcohol and desire, watches him undress. Despite her fear, she finds his new form incredibly alluring and feels an uncontrollable urge to continue their incestuous encounter. She straddles him again, succumbing to the primal pull.
Oliver's eyes were glazed with lust as he watched her, his mind racing with thoughts of his newfound alien abilities. He had always felt different, like he didn't quite fit in, and now he knew why. The power surging through him was like nothing he had ever felt, a potent cocktail of strength and arousal that made him feel invincible. He knew he could do anything, be anyone. And right now, he wanted to be the man to satisfy his mother's darkest desires.
As Martha lowered herself onto his cock once more, Oliver focused his mind on the alien DNA within him. He felt it pulse, alive and eager, responding to his thoughts. He willed it to amplify her pleasure, to make her crave him more than anything she had ever craved before. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she took him in, a guttural moan escaping her lips as the alien energy flowed into her. Her pussy clamped down around him, the walls rippling with ecstasy as she began to ride him with renewed vigor.
Oliver's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he watched her bounce up and down on his length. Her tits jiggled with every movement, her nipples hard and begging for attention. He leaned in, capturing one in his mouth, sucking and biting gently as she threw her head back, her moans growing louder. The alien power surged through him, his strength increasing with every beat of his heart. He could feel his muscles bulging, his body responding to the primal need to claim his mother, to make her his.
SUMMARY^1: Oliver embraces his alien nature, using it to enhance Martha's pleasure during their intercourse. She becomes increasingly lost in the experience, her body reacting intensely to the alien energy. The scene is filled with erotic imagery and sounds as they both give in to their desires.
With a sudden surge of energy, Oliver flipped their positions, pinning Martha beneath him. She looked up at him with a mix of surprise and excitement, her eyes glazed over with desire. He knew he had to be careful, not to hurt her with his newfound strength, but the need to dominate was too strong to resist. He pushed into her hard, her pussy stretching to accommodate his swollen girth. She screamed in pleasure, her nails scratching at his back as he began to fuck her with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
In his mind, Oliver focused on his alien DNA, willing it to make his seed sterile. He didn't want to impregnate her, didn't want to cross that final line. The alien power responded to his thoughts, a warm glow spreading through his cock as it adjusted his biology to ensure no child would come of this twisted union. He felt a strange sense of relief, even as he plunged deeper into the abyss of incestuous passion.
Martha's eyes were wide with desire, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Oliver's cock filled her completely. The alien essence within him thrummed with power, heightening her pleasure with every stroke. Despite the horror of the situation, Oliver couldn't help but revel in the control he had over her body, the way she responded to his touch.
SUMMARY^1: Oliver uses his alien strength to take charge, making love to Martha w