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Manny assumed twenty minutes was adequate time for his mom to get ready. He knew she wasn’t fond of whimsical plans, but she complied with them anyway. Half an hour ago he knocked on her door and told her he wanted to “go out,” to which she asked if he had anything specific in mind.
“I…I don’t know yet. I’ll let you know in ten minutes.”
“Okay, just…give me time to change.”
He already didn’t like that they were communicating through a door. Since his behavior had become bolder around her, she had grown more reclusive. Which only intensified his actions toward her, she had to realize this.
He returned to her door and rapped on it until his knuckles hurt.
“Twenty minutes, it’s been twenty minutes, Mommy!”
“I know, sweetie, I’m sorry. Um. I’m ready, I just…”
No locked doors in the house. A rule he’d set, but respected privacy enough not to barge in. Now didn’t count. He swung the door open and marched in. No pants, his genitals flopped around as he briskly approached her.
She held a gasp, glancing at him below, then up, from where she sat at the corner of her bed. She was leaning forward to pull her socks on, struggling given the immensity of her breasts and thus the distance she had to stoop. The resistance between her legs and torso…
She stopped and began to sit upright.
“No, no, keep going,” he insisted, and pushed down on the center of her back. She grunted and fumbled with her sock before trying again. He sighed gutturally, shaking his head. “How have I been waiting this long?”
“Uh, Manny, you’re not even ready yet though…?” She said this with timidity in her voice. And immediate regret for giving him even an iota of attitude.
He scoffed, and the sheer proximity of her made him aroused. She smelled lovely, too, he wouldn’t deny. Manny had only glimpsed her face peer up at him when he barged into the room, but his mom was too beautiful for him to ignore. She had dolled up her face as well, though it didn’t surprise him because she was inherently vain.
Hard, Manny’s erection nudged her bulbous left side-boob. The only thing was, she wore a solid matte gray T-shirt. Full coverage. He imagined it must’ve been hell for her to squeeze herself into that, to pull it taut over her head and around her giant breasts. To his relief, at the very least, she wasn’t wearing a bra; his glans alone could detect this, as there was no resistance to the suppleness that he now prodded.
“I’m as ready as you are, Mommy,” he growled back. “You’re not even dressed!”
“W-What?” She practically scoffed. “I…I am, too.”
“You call this dressed? Dumb cow. We’re going for a walk, not an arctic hike!”
Trenity was confused. She fumbled her words. And her second sock, the first one finally on.
“I…I…I don’t understand, I’m…it’s short sleeves, sweetie.”
He knew that at this point her use of monikers like “sweetie” was one-half second-nature and one-half to appease him.
“Not enough, Mommy! I know you’re trying to hide your jugs from me!” He aggressively thrusted a few more times, and could feel his cock slide to the left, toward the bulk of her left breast, where it strained the taut gray fabric at the front of her shirt.
“I…I’m sorry, Manny, I’ll…I’ll change, okay?”
“And take another twenty minutes? I don’t even want to go for a walk anymore.”
He let go and stepped back. She sat up, wearing only one sock. He sized her up and shook his head, cock exposed and throbbing, oozing pre-cum.
“Pants, too. Sweatpants no less.” He scoffed. And then reached out and slapped her right breast with his left hand, pinching the center where her nipple made an impression against the thin fabric, and shaking it before letting go. Trenity winced, but not much; it was hardly painful, just awkward. Her son was still just a boy, not terribly strong.
In a way, his derision hurt worse.
“It’s eighty degrees out, Mommy! You’ll give yourself a heatstroke, dressed like this, you fat cow.”
Trenity pouted. She apologized under her breath.
Manny sighed, and stepped closer. His boner pressed into the meat of her left breast, indenting it. He was grateful for the thinness of the material, but not the coverage.
His right hand pinched her cheeks together and he leaned down to kiss her mouth. He wasn’t very experienced; it was a little sloppy. He personally didn’t care. When he stood up again, his cock still hard and planted against her breast, he shook his head but appeared less angry.
“If you change, and don’t disappoint a second time, I’ll consider us going for that walk. Or would you prefer to sit around the house like a lazy pig?”
“I’d like the walk,” she muttered.
He imagined she would, because it meant he was less likely to objectify her in public. Besides, he was right; it was nice out today.
“Good. Then let’s give you a better reason to change.” As he said this, Manny climbed onto the bed, and walked around behind her. Trenity was too distracted by his statement, puzzled, to process what he was doing.
“I…I don’t understand, what do you mean by—?” She glanced back at him, her big brown eyes lifting to her son, and suddenly his cock filled her ajar mouth. It pushed into her left cheek, distending it slightly. His hand fell to grope the distension from the outside, to slap it, and his own moans battled hers; except that Trenity’s sounds were of discomfort and shame.
“Finally, I can put this beautiful, big dumb mouth to good use.” He kept thrusting. Her brow furrowed and she drooled in excess as she managed her breathing but not the movement of her tongue. Part of her still tried to speak, which only heightened his pleasure. Her saliva produced an overflow, especially when compounded with his pre-cum, and some of it bubbled out of her mouth, past his cock, spilling onto her shirt.
Her eyes watered, streaking her cheeks and sullying her makeup.
“You mumble and stutter too much Mommy, I wonder…will this cure you?” He slapped her distended cheek a few more times, moaned “fuck” under his breath, and then finally let his cock pop free of her mouth. Saliva and pre-cum sloshed down her thick bottom lip, chin, and onto her shirt.
Manny’s balls grew sore with the urge to cum. He yanked on her long dark brown hair, pulling her head and torso back. She almost fell onto the bed completely, but then his cock mushed against her features, Trenity gasped and groaned, and Manny shuddered. His cum burst from his cock, hosing her breast-strained shirt, some of it dappling as far down as her legs. Her ugly pants.
After voicing his own pleasure, Manny shivered, bit his bottom lip, and processed a long series of exhales.
“Now,” he said, dismounting from the bed. He sized her up. Trenity was a mess, head to toe. Head: hair disheveled, eyes watery, makeup tarnished, mouth a slimy disarray. Chest: shirt and breasts painted with viscous, gray-white cum. Legs: bland, heather black sweatpants dappled with his semen, which in his eyes made them a touch more appealing. Toe: she was wearing only one sock.
Wow. He smirked and shook his head.
“Yep. Now you have good reason to change.” He turned to stride for the door, pausing at the threshold. “And don’t disappoint. You’ve got twenty minutes.”
Trenity was befuddled, especially when he left without completely closing the door. But she knew she couldn’t waste a single minute, because she had to clean up first, brush her teeth, and then get dressed. Again.
***
For his amusement only, Manny had shuffled to his room, snatched his phone, and started the stopwatch app. Then he proceeded to rinse off, and consider getting dressed himself. Naturally, he’d wait on the latter, just…just in case.
The stopwatch was at eighteen minutes when he heard his mom’s voice call his name. He reset the app, locked his phone, and got to his feet. He strode for her room, not rushing, though his body was amply eager.
Manny pushed her door open, slowly.
“You can come in,” she said, not very happily.
The reason was obvious, of course. Not just what had happened earlier, but that they both knew full well he could burst into her room at any given time. And that him being cautious now had to be some sort of ruse or game, one she didn’t care for.
Upon entering, Manny was immediately relieved.
In addition to having cleaned up, Trenity had gotten dressed on a level he expected the first time. But…better.
He tried not to gawk, though he did stare.
Her enormous breasts occupied a lavender tank top that had been defeated by their bulk, converted into a makeshift sports bra that offered virtually no support and limited coverage. Her breasts spilled from the sides, and plumped at the center, cleavage like a caramel sea he wanted to drown in.
Her hair was back, makeup reapplied, albeit clearly rushed. Her shorts weren’t snug by any merit, but still exposed her thick thighs, which Manny knew he didn’t appreciate enough.
“I knew you had it in you,” he said on approach, his cock full-mast by arrival. He buried the head of it into the spilling fat of her left side-boob, indenting it twice as deep as he had earlier when she wore the shirt.
Trenity wasn’t pleased, but tried to act it. A performance she deserved a Razzie for.
“So much of it,” Manny moaned through his teeth, and reached down. He buried his entire left hand into her cleavage, squeezing her left breast from the side, pulling it toward him. His hips bucked, fucking side-boob like it was meant to be.
“Can we go now? For…the walk?”
“You have a cute voice, Mommy…sometimes.” He said, lowering his face to hers. He nuzzled it, kissed the corner of her mouth, tasted Listerine, and then smirked. His hand withdrew from her cleavage, crossed her other breast, and slapped her right side-boob. Her face winced; then he squeezed it, hard. “Not so much when you’re being a pouty, ungrateful cow.”
Trenity sighed and tried to adjust her attitude.
“I’m sorry, honey. Mommy’s just…tired.”
He scoffed, smirking, shaking his head. “Tired? Of what? Sitting on your butt all day? And here I was, trying to get us out of this place, to enjoy the great weather.”
Trenity’s brow furrowed. She looked at him, close as he remained.
“I want to, too. I’m ready. Aren’t I?”
“Ready to cause an accident, Mommy.”
She smirked, wryly. It faded quickly.
“What?”
“That was supposed to be a compliment, I assume,” she muttered.
“Sounds like you need your face fucked again.” His hand swept up to her face, and he shoved his thumb into her mouth, hooking her right cheek. Her eyelids fluttered and she drooled a little. It dribbled off her chin and onto her expansive chest.
She said “I’m sorry” in a distorted articulation.
He withdrew his thumb, sucked on it, and then stood up; he sidestepped to stand before her, his cock removed from her side-boob. Once more flowing pre-cum like a busted pipe.
“It was a compliment, ungrateful cow,” he said, and stepped forward. His cock idled above her breasts, pre-cum drizzling her cleavage.
She sighed and apologized. A pause. Then: “Let’s go for a walk. You’re right. I need to appreciate outdoor time more.”
“No,” he said. “You need to appreciate me more, Mommy.”
He reached out, grabbed her shoulder, and pulled her forward. She stooped where she sat, and his cock was engulfed by her plump cleavage. He thrusted angrily, attempting to reach her sternum. It was like the Mariana Trench. He thrusted nonetheless, her face mushed against his clothed chest.
Twenty seconds later he pushed her back. She kept herself upright with locked elbows and palms on the bed behind her. He mounted it, feet between her hands and hips, squatted, and drove his cock into her lubricated cleavage again.
“Hug me back, Mommy!” He snapped. “Fat, ungrateful slut!”
She scoffed but complied, pushing each side-boob inward, making the crevice that her son fucked with his comparably tiny cock even snugger.
“You said we’d go for a walk if I changed,” she eventually muttered, tentatively looking up at him.
His head bowed, face mushing with hers, and he licked her ajar mouth.
“I said I’d consider it, you dumb cow.”
“Ugh.”
Her reaction, her entire demeanor, had significantly soured from earlier. When he felt she was malleable to obeying him and being a “good girl,” now she was just being a bratty bitch. He could work with that, but he’d rather her fit the mold of being an obedient Mommy.
Manny straightened, slapped her arms away, swung his right leg around, and drove his wet cock into her right side-boob. As he repeatedly indented the meat, his right hand shot to her throat, and he squeezed it, while his left tugged back on her hair.
Trenity’s brown eyes widened as she looked over at him. Ashamed for being dominated by her young son, for slaving to his demands, all at the cost of love. Kinship. Without him, she feared that any love she’d develop with someone else would be rooted in lust. Oddly enough, she believe that her son actually loved her. Deep down. This was just puberty. This was the definition of shallow lust, only compounded by their relation, and his unwavering…love.
“I know you’re disgusted with me, Mommy,” he said, as he pulled her hair and weakly choked her. His face nuzzled hers. A periodic kiss as he fucked her side-boob suggested a hint of tenderness. “And that’s fine. So long as I get to be disgusted by you; not your looks. Not your…perfect body. But your attitude. My Mommy wants to act like a fat slob, an ungrateful whore? You’ll get treated like one.”
Trenity processed all of this quickly, finding something to appreciate in the mess of words, but by then it was too late.
Manny withdrew from her, only to mount the bed again, squat, and erupt centimeters from her face. The first blow of cum struck her left eyelid, and she closed it in time to let the goop drip down onto her cheek; the second hit the bridge of her stocky nose, the third puddling her right cheek. Those happened so fast, like a shotgun blast. Then Manny yelped with pleasure, his cock pulsed upward, and cum struck her forehead, some globs reaching her hair.
“Cum-pig! Mommy my filthy cum-pig!” He moaned, and slumped forward. His cock rested against her mouth, lips ajar to breathe, where the rest of his load pulsed out, dribbling past her chin and onto her chest.
As he slowly gathered his breath, Manny staggered off the bed. He looked around the messy room, found what he sought, and picked up his mom’s phone. He unlocked it, surprised it didn’t have a PIN, and opened the camera. He stepped back and took one of her, cum-stained, before she could process what he was doing. It almost looked like she was basking in it, although the look on her face was an amalgamation of surprise, confusion, shame, and disgust.
Somewhere in there, he suspected even relief.
That it was over, of course.
“Here…and, uh…here, yep.” He was swiping and tapping her phone. “That’ll do, pig, that’ll do.”
He showed her the screen, Trenity sitting there like an effigy of disgrace and lust. And obedience.
Manny had made her phone wallpaper the picture he’d just taken. Then he showed her messages, and that he had texted it to himself.
“Just a reminder, of who…and what…you are to me, Mommy.” He locked the phone, stuffed it into her cleavage, smiled, and patted her cum-sullied cheek. There was a wet sound and she grimaced. He wiped his hand off in her hair, and turned to leave.
“So…we…we’re not going for a walk?” She reluctantly asked.
He shrugged. “I think it’s gonna be another lazy day.” Then he reached down and fondled his balls. “But hey, there’s always tomorrow.”