Chapter 2 (part 2)
by DiscipleN
Rory screamed. I rated it. That should last her for a few hours. I backed into my room. After Jerry’s and Rory’s doors opened and closed in succession, I returned to my son’s room and knocked.
“Could you get a damp cloth from the bath, Mom?”
“I don’t mind.” I opened the door.
My son looked up from his glistening monstrosity. “I told you to get me a wet towel, Mom.”
He had taken to ordering me about. My sweet son had learned the full power of his super power. “Fine.” I trivialized obeying him. It was just a hand towel. I wet it in the sink until the water ran hot.
“I see you took off your underwear for me.” He shook his palm at the towel. “You clean me.”
I kneeled to the rug and grabbed his bean stalk with my empty hand. My other hand wiped the drying cum and cunt juice from his glowing flesh.
“I don’t know, Mom.” He worried. “There might be more inside. You’d better suck on it to make sure you clean it completely.”
“Jerry-” I tried.
“Now, Mom.” He pushed my head to his dick head. It was a short distance.
I opened as wide as I could and planted my face on my son’s still hard dick. My mouth was just big enough for the head. He delighted in keeping my jaws full, while he undressed my top.
“Gods, I love how big your tits are getting.” He mauled them. I groaned.
Not as big as my mom’s, my lizard brain taunted. I focused on sucking out the last of my son’s cum from the dick filling my face. Maybe then he would stuff it where it belonged.
“I’m going to stretch out your lips, Mom. Then I’m going to stretch out your cunt.”
“Hmmmmm!” I hummed eagerly.
“Then I’m going stretch out your belly.”
“HNNGG?!!” I would have spat out his prick, but my son pressed his hand against the back of my head, when he announced his intentions. I nearly choked!
“All in good time, Mom.” He chuckled. “Okay. I think you’ve cleaned me out.” Which made him harder. Jerry lay back and stared at his bedroom ceiling.
Yes! I pulled my face off of my son’s big dick. Instead of arguing about his plan to seed my uncertainly fertile womb, the two extra seconds of being silenced by my child’s fat fucker gave me the best idea.
“You know I’m in charge of Rory’s birth control.” I heaved my body across his and leaned forward on my knees. I stared into my son’s eyes, and I grabbed his two hands wide shaft and pointed it into my dripping slit.
“Yeah.” He frowned. He knew that he could push me around, but I had my limits. “The Pill isn’t one hundred percent effective, Mom. I’m going to overwhelm Rory’s hormonal defenses.” He had been fucking his sister four times for every bone he threw my way.
I was having to perform increasingly rude and sick tricks to get satisfaction. I sat my considerable heft on my son’s fat cock and sucked it into my stretching cunt. “Ohhhh, I swear it gets bigger every time.” A week ago he told me, I would do all the work, to maximize my fat burning exercises. My legs were getting really strong, but I kept gaining weight. “If you give her an ectopic pregnancy, we will abort.” I promised. I started fucking my son’s incredible prick.
He chuckled again. “Yeah, okay. But don’t you dare kill a regular one.” He bucked his shaft up to plunge my descending puss, a rare treat for me these days.
“That’s for Rory to decide.” I tried to be ominous. He wasn’t buying. We both knew Rory would spill kids out like turds to keep fucking her brother. I pulled my son’ hands to my breasts. “Don’t forget. You made these. You better take care of them.”
My tits were my last weapon I had over Jerry. He lifted them and pushed them together. He loved fucking them, but I held out sometimes, a stalemate that frustrated both of us. He started sucking them. I loved his tight lips and tongue lashes. Biting my nipples made my cunt lurch while I was fucking him. “OHHhhh!” I gushed, wracking his iron pole with shuddering fat.
“How about a better opportunity to plant your incredible seed?” I heaved my ass up and down, washing his prick with hot juice.
“What?” He sounded leery but he resumed sucking my double D.
“Instead of getting Rory into trouble, get her out of it.” I planted my own seed, while working to extract my son’s with ass push ups. “Those girls, who used to be her friends treat her like shit at school.”
“They treat me like shit too.” He spat out one and bit the other nipple.
“Uuuugghhh!!” My ass trembled from the jolt of pain searing wonderfully down my spine, but it didn’t stop driving my cunt up and down the meat stick stuffing me. “I guarantee satisfaction.”
“They’re not really my type, mom.” He paused his sucking to speak. His words carried a suspicious hesitation.
I grabbed his head to my tits. “Gods, you’re gonna make me cum!” I kissed the top of my son’s head and fucked him faster. My legs were getting strong enough to last for two cums, but all this talk was delaying my first with him. I could live with that. “Those girls are fertile as fuck, if they aren’t fat enough for you. Think about it. You’ll make their tummies fatter faster than you would by feeding them.”
“Heh!” Jerry bust a gut at the though. “HAH! HAH! I’ll do it.” He sobered, “But they hate me.” He reinforced his concern by fucking back against my pounding weight.
“Hate is just another word for wanting to get fucked, in this case.” I promised my mother fucking son. In my case I was more of a son fucking mom. I crashed my fat torso down and raised it hight, raking my horny hole with the flare of his cockhead. “YESSSSS!!!” I cried. My body shuddered as his prick shook inside me and unleashed a horde of sperm up my sucking cunt. I screamed from the bolt of lightning that struck me, and I wrapped my arms around my son’s shoulders, pressing his face into my heaving bosom with all my strength. “You will have play your part.” I finished. My incredible orgasm flushed my brain with joy for long minutes.
I rested, pinning a very curious Jerry to his bedroom floor. When I told him my plan, he made me fuck him again. I worried that I was keeping Rory from the one joy that remained in her life. Fuck her. I needed it too. As much as I wanted to rush off to start my plan, I fucked my boy slow and came twice. I didn’t really need to call Lana. We’d see her at dinner.
Rory didn’t come to dinner, that night. I when to her room and knocked. “Honey?”
“Not feeling so good, Mom.” Her voice was quiet.
“Should I take you to Dr. Blaine or Harvey or-?” I tended to blame every unhappy thing on the drug we continued to take.
“I’m more sick of that joke.” She snorted.
“Fine. Maybe you’ll get a full night of sleep for once.” I taunted. It’s not like my daughter needed another injection of her brother’s fat ladened food. I returned to the dinning room and set three places instead of four.
The doorbell rang.
“Lana, you’re like family. Just come inside.”
“Not like THIS family.” She quipped. “As much as I’d like to be.”
I took a bag of groceries from her and we walked to the kitchen. “Well, in a few days, maybe you will be.” I hinted.
“You talked with him?” Lana burst.
“I’m listening.” Jerry turned burgers swimming in a cheese sauce.
I pressed a finger to Lana’s lips. We put the groceries away. “I’ll explain in the living room.” I hustled out with her.
“Tell me!” She whispered.
“It’s not a secret.” I smiled. “But Jerry gets too excited when he thinks about it.”
“Why is that bad?”
“It isn’t.”
“Now you’re teasing again.” She pouted.
“Yes.” My eyes twinkled. “but my last. I promise.” I told her the plan.
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The next morning, Rory threw up in the toilet. I raced to the corner market and bought a pregnancy test. It turned negative.
“Whew!” I sighed.
“I dunno, Mom.” Rory looked rather pale. “Don’t you have to wait a couple weeks before those work.”
“Watch your tongue, young lady.” I mocked, but she was right. We would have to wait. “Stay in bed today. Maybe it’s that gross food Jerry’s been serving. I’m surprised we both haven’t moved our beds next to the porcelain god.”
“Lana heaves up half of what she eats.” Rory consoled herself. She returned to her room.
With my daughter out of school for the day, my plan’s chances increased. I used the phone for over an hour making calls. The first was to our idiot doctor, for an appointment. The rest were to the school mom network. While not a conspiracy, we found reasons to agree about how to herd our hormone challenged offspring. That’s how Julie Herring and Caroline Gincotter ended up at Lana Meryl’s house for dinner.
The two prongs of the devil stick bedeviling my daughter had no idea that Jerry and I would stop by, during their important life lesson.
“Fran, I wasn’t expecting you!” Lana opened the door and welcomed with mock malice. “I was just telling a couple of your daughter’s classmates how I lost ten pounds in the last month.”
Tittering rang out from the two girls in the living room. They could probably see my belly.
I smirked at them, especially Lana. “I warned you, Lana.” I even shook a fist. “Just because I’ve gained a few pounds, doesn’t mean you can lord it over me.”
“A few! HAH!” My friend threw her head back for effect. “That’s like saying the Hindenburg got a little hot!” She laughed. The girls bust out too.
I caught a whisper from them, “…a blimp, like Rory…” More laughter.
“Hey, you can’t talk to my mom like that.” Jerry pushed past me. His false bravado imparted enough strength to push me into Lana’s house with him. I helped by pretending to stumble. Otherwise, I would have been a brick wall to him.
“What have we here?” Lana cooed. “A mongrel with a loud bark.” She shook her finger at him, “Naughty, naughty boy.”
At this point, Jerry improvised. We hadn’t been sure how the ball would get rolling, but he chose well from the moment’s opportunities. My son grabbed Lana’s outstretched arm and planted her hand against his crotch.
It wasn’t clear if the girls could see what he did, but that didn’t matter. The circus would soon be unavoidable.
“Jerry!” Lana cried. “How dare you!” Contrary to the plan, she pressed instead of pulled her hand. I didn’t begrudge her. It was the first time she had touched it, even if my son’s pants were in the way.
“Say you’re sorry to my mom, or I’ll…”
“You nasty boy! Let go of me.” Lana had trouble suppressing a smile. Her hand rubbed the soft but thick package behind the cloth wrapping it.
“Should I call my dad?” Caroline offered. I hadn’t factored in the girls’ cell phones. That could destroy everything.
“Maybe.” Lana took control. “But before then, make sure you get pictures.”
“Of what?” The girls asked.
“Of this dog’s wiener.” Lana unzipped Jerry’s pants and fished out eight relaxed inches. “That’ll teach him to obey his betters.”
The girls sprang out of their chairs, cell phones at the ready. They chorused, “OH HELLA GODDESS! WHAT IS THAT?” Their arms froze, pre-photo tap.”
Lana turned to our prey. “Don’t you know?” She smiled. “I guess our school’s health program isn’t doing a sufficient job. Here, this will let you get a good look.” My friend kneeled before my son, took his cock into both of her hands, and jerked on it.
To ensure success, I nuzzled my distended belly against Jerry’s back and warmed his ears with my breasts. His prick rose mightily.
“My, my, this dog knows an amazing trick!” Lana cooed once more.
“Eeewww!” Julie squealed.
I watched Caroline gulp. I couldn’t hear her over Lana’s hands slapping up and down a telephone pole. With six hands, it would have been hard to hide my son’s jutting manhood.
“There!” My friend announced and licked drool from her lips. “That tamed our nasty hound.”
Jerry countered. “It’s the bitch who needs taming, Ms. Meryl” My son took Lana’s head and mounted it on his pole.
I had to suppress a laugh at how readily Lana opened her mouth, to allow my son to plug her face.
“Ms. Meryl!” Caroline shrieked. She covered her eyes.
“Miss Meryl!” Julie gasped. She covered her mouth.
I had to cover my ears.
Cell phones hit the carpet.
“Nngg!! Nnng!” Lana cried against the muffling meat in her gullet. She beat her fists against Jerry’s hips, hard enough to threaten a bruise.
“You’re killing her!” Caroline yelled.
My son turned to her and smiled. “Nah! Don’t either of you move, if you care about this bitch, or I just might.”
I rolled my eyes. These two shits didn’t give a damn about anyone. The girls didn’t run, through, to my relief. Once more, my son’s serpent had mesmerized its prey. My only job, at this point was to keep quiet.
“It’s rape!” Julie shouted. She bent to get her phone.
“You think so?” Jerry distracted her for the second needed to save our plan. “Check this out.” He released Lana’s head and held his hands high. He stilled his eager loins.
Lana pounced with her face, fiercely against my son’s cock. She moaned. “Nnnnnggghhhh.” Her mouth was quite strong. I knew.
“Oh, gods, she is a bitch!” Julie accused.
I smiled away from them. From my daughter’s heart breaking stories, I knew my friend’s house was, tonight, more like a kennel for bitches. It was a breeding farm. Erasing my smile, I turned back to the girls, for signs of their true natures.
“Yeah, fuck my meat with your face, Ms. Meryl!” Jerry beamed at the two girls. “She went from giving lip to my mom, to giving me head in less than a minute!”
“I-I never knew.” Julie began. She shut her mouth and covered it again.
Caroline opened a slit between her fingers, to see what was happening. When she thought I noticed, she closed them.
“Girls, you’d better leave, but you know what will happen, if you talk about this to anyone.” I broke my smug silence. “Lana will never give you slimming tips, ever again.”
Lana couldn’t have timed her blush better. She sucked my son’s proud cock with all her strength. He’d promised, if she got him off with her mouth he would fuck her proper.
Jerry chuckled. “I don’t think they want to leave, Mom.” He grinned at the girls.
Julie snorted and looked away. “I’ll get my purse.” She snatched her cell phone from the floor too. When she returned to the front door, snarling. “You’re disgusting.”
I tried to make room for her. Haughtily, she bumped past me.
Caroline was like a bee stuck to candle wax. “Please stop, Ms. Meryl.” Maybe she did care.
My friend shook her head. “Nng-nn.” Tears of joy seeped from her eyes.
“Mom, this bitch is really making me hot.”
“You are disgusting.” It was my role to play.
“Stop them, Ms. Bollinger, please?”
“I should, but you didn’t have to laugh when Lana insulted me.”
“I-I’m sorry.” Caroline’s hands fell to her sides. She looked sincere.
“You’ll make a good politician, Miss Student President.” I sneered. Then I frowned. “I’m sorry. I don’t really care what you think about me, but you’ve been very mean to my daughter.”
“I wanted her to be my running mate.” She tried to defend her evil. “But instead of losing ten pounds she gained a hundred!”
I whispered. “A hundred and ten.” My eyes shot lasers at the young villainess.
We had to talk louder and louder to overcome the crescendo of slurping and sucking.
“Aaaauugghhh! Ms. Meryl, y-you’re gonna make me c-cum.” Jerry wasn’t pretending anymore. He loved a good, hard sucking, and Lana was trying her best to extract both balls from his balloon of a sack. His cry tore Caroline’s attention away from me.
Lana nodded and answered my boy, “Mmmm! MMM!”, her throat working to capacity. Her hands had never stopped jacking the exposed half of my son’s enormous cock.
“H-he really is-” Caroline’s eyes bugged out. “He-” She tried again.
I interrupted, “Right down the bitch’s throat.” I confirmed.
“UUUUHHHHGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” Jerry cried out. His body shook, and for a second I thought he was going to blast sperm through Lana’s head, out the back of it. He pulled her face to his pulsing crotch. White goo spit out from the corners of the sucking woman’s lips. Knowing how much my son could cum after one day without, I judged my friend swallowed more than Rory and I had. She gulped and gulped my son’s rich, thick prick milk. He even came a second time. He usually needed three to four minutes to recharge.
Lana sucked down my son’s second load without batting an eyelash. Her eyes were closed in private reverie from the moment he planted her face on his fuck bat.
“I-I should go.” Caroline had to recover use of her jaw. It had dangled while my son pumped hot sperm into her diet mentor’s stomach.
I pointed at the door behind me, in case it wasn’t obviously open enough for her.
Jerry piped up again. “You’ll miss what happens next, but whatever.” He shrugged. I think he liked her.
Caroline sniffed and threw her head to the side away from him. “What’s that? I’m sure I’m not interested.” She took one step towards the door and stopped.
“The fucking. That’s what.” Jerry said plainly. He pulled out of Lana’s mouth.
My thin friend gasped for breath. “Hades! That was incredible!” For a frequent but not full time lesbian, Lana was not as fond of using her mouth as having others use theirs on her.
“Are you okay?” Caroline kept playing the concerned card. “I could call the police.”
“Call them.” Jerry answered. He looked down at the thin woman with cum frosted lips. “What would you say to them?”
Lana looked down, but not enough to hide her blush. “That I wanted you. That they should arrest me, because I was abusing you.”
“No! Please, Ms. Meryl, I saw him grab you, force you!” Caroline railed. By this time, I was pretty sure it was an act. Any rational person, and the girl wasn’t stupid, would have fled the moment Jerry grabbed Lana’s hand. “Kick these perverts out of your house. I won’t tell, if you don’t want, but don’t let them hurt you any more.”
Lana met the girl’s perfect, worried expression. “I would have to kick me out.”
My son continued, “Because you want more, right, Ms. Meryl? You want even more perverted things, because you’re worse than me and my mom.”
“Please?” Lana was perfectly sincere with her request.
“No!” Caroline remained but clearly felt she had to protest.
“I’ll do it, bitch, but only to prove, to this cunt,” Jerry shook a finger at Caroline, “That I can punish whoever I want, if they bother my family.” His prick remained erect after two cums. “Tell her!” My son ordered my best friend.
Lana looked piteous. She really should try acting professionally. “Caroline, go. You shouldn’t have seen this. I-I just didn’t realize-” She paused for effect, “how incredible Jerry’s cock is. I have to have more.” She begged. “Please, Sir, I need you inside of me.” With that, my friend leaned back to sit on her feet and spread her knees.
Jerry grinned, “I don’t know, bitch. Looks like this one might want me to do her next.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Caroline started out the door. I refrained from waving goodbye.
“He’s all mine, then!” Lana boasted. That stopped the girl, again.
She turned and pleaded, “No! Ms. Meryl, don’t! You’re setting an awful example.”
“I can’t help it. You don’t know what it’s like to touch this, to feel it’s strength, to taste it’s power.” Lana laid it on thick, too thick I thought.
“Yeah, right.” Rory’s classmate was losing respect for my friend with her every admission.
I took a chance. “You have two choices, Caroline. Call Lana’s bluff or get the fuck out.”
“It’s just a p-pen-”
“No.” I interrupted her again. “It’s a cock. It may be the only real cock at your whole school, and I mean faculty too.”
Caroline’s fear of getting fat got the better of her. She couldn’t back down from me. I was a heaping pile of shit to her. In her mind, I deserved the resentment she harbored for people who ‘couldn’t control their appetites’ or whatever lame excuse she used to abuse overweight classmates.”
“You’re disgusting.” She said it to my face. I smiled. Her eyes turned to my son’s fat erection. “I’ll prove it.” Caroline’s feet wobbled with every step, but she reached my son and she put out a shaking hand.
All eyes converged on it and my son’s mighty prick.
The girl touched her palm against the shaft that dwarfed it. “It’s really warm.” She said before catching herself. “Um, they all are, right?” She tried a sneer. Her hand steadied. “See. I touched it.” She threw a pout at me and Lana. “It’s not going to turn me into a slut.”
I looked at my son, sure our plan had failed. He was blushing.
“That feels real nice, Caroline.” His voice was quiet, earnest.”
“I’m sorry, Jerry.” She saw his face, heard his voice. “I’m sorry I was mean to you.” Her eyes blinked. Was she crying? “I’m sorry I was mean to-” She choked. “your sister.” She looked down.
Hey. Was something else going on? I wondered.
“You really hurt her.”
“What could I do? I would have lost.”
Jerry turned. His cock escaped the girl’s soft hand. He hugged her. His erection tilted. “Do you mind?” He asked her.
Lana looked at the kids, incredulous! I could read her mind. Hey! Where’s my fuck?
Caroline reached to and zipped up Jerry’s pants. He glared at two stunned women. “Do you mind?”
Lana and I gave them room. I whispered. “What the hell?”
Lana’s whisper was intense. “Where’s my fuck?”
“Gods, you’re so predictable.” I took my friend by the arm and led her into her room. We closed her door. I tried my best to mollify her. I tried until my jaw and neck were sore.
She screamed orgasmically, “Want my fuck!”
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