*Sarah aka Ginger*
God that physician wasn’t kidding this bloating is no joke.
I don’t know what’s worse: the bloating as a teenager or the bloating when you’re an adult?
Only difference between being a teenager and now is I know how to deal with the bloating as I’ve gone through worse pains imaginable…..like childbirth……or what was being shoved in my jaw at this very moment.
I guess I should rewind a bit….I had to stop from enjoying my son’s new appendage as I craved another shot at having multiple orgasms that it seems only my son can bring me to experience that I never knew about as I thought I had always had *big* orgasms with my husband and every past lover along with *every* past hand to bean or hand to machine orgasms I had ever experienced. I was so wrong in my thinking after tasting what it truly meant to have *earth shattering orgasm* and now I was hooked.
If I had never tasted those levels of orgasms would I still think my normal orgasms were *earth shattering*?
The jury is still out on that one.
Point is I tried to get another hit of that orgasm donor and because of my son’s newest *enhancement* he believed that he was now uber potent that without the right protection any person his dick graced would have a high risk of being infected with life growing in them.
Now as a woman that is still very fertile but not dropping as many eggs as females nearly half my age **and** one that was at the moment *unprotected* other than a healthy intake of supplements and pussy balls to help keep said female unaffected with the possibilities of having that infection of life. Especially seeing how said female’s husband got his nuts sniped when their latest child was born the idea of once again blooming with life was no longer a concern.
And in the two times I had tasted and had Gabe bringing me to the uppity rich area of orgasmtown it was hard to not to want to cum back to regularly.
See what I did there….Cum instead of come……I lightly giggled at my own joke.
What? Women can’t have a perverted mind and be immature?
Oh we’re supposed to be sophisticated? Yeah I’m not sophisticated and I prefer laughing thank you very much.
Now where was I…..oh right….my son’s sudden belief he was *potent*.
When my son told me that if I *tried* to get another hit from his new appendage because I wasn’t exactly protected, other than supplements and pussy balls, that there would be a *high* chance that I *might* be infected with life.
Now **normally** I would be ecstatic that I was growing a human being in me as I loved being a mother and loved brand new babies. The terrible twos and tyrannical threes and feisty fours can go fuck off and die as **ALL** three of my kids were little shits at ages two, three, and four. But god all three were **SO** adorable from birth…..all the way up until eighteen months when I wanted to kill them. Then all *three* turned into little angels at age five. Gabe as a tween and teenager was a god send as he was, for the most part, well behaved and well balanced.
Kelly on the other hand…..complete train wreck and nerve racking…..until Jason made her start working out then she *almost* became the perfect daughter. That is until I caught *her* and *my son* fuck each other.
I’m not looking forward to Samantha’s and Jasmine’s transition from child to tween and eventual teenager swing.
Crap I was getting off topic again.
Where was I again?……Oh right……pregnancy.
*If* I were to fuck Gabe without said protection then there *might* be a high chance of me becoming pregnant.
That definitely snapped me out of drooling as his dick was literally in my hand waiting for me to start…..and I was primed too damn it.
When he mentioned the now dreaded *P* word my logical mind came crashing back into me overwriting my *horny* mind as that would **definitely** destroy my life.
I, of course, asked him how sure he was about his *potency*?
And like any teenager he shrugged and gave me the stereotypical answer ALL teenagers seem to know how to pull off effortlessly as they speak ‘*I don’t know*’.
That of course pissed me off because here I had brought Gabe out of the house….away from all the fucking security camera’s just so I can fuck him on a bed. I had used the excuse to bring Gabe to the studio to show him what we could do here and even brought Jesse in as an excuse *just in case*.
Sure I had meant to bring Gabe out to the studio and *allow* him to get ideas of what *we* could do for his possible endeavor and get Jesse’s feedback on said *endeavor*.
And if Jason checked on the video’s at the house and asked *why* I took Gabe to the studio I can use Jesse as my alibi.
But the real reason why I brought him to the studio was essentially to have him fuck my brains out.
What? It’s been a minute.
Then this *igit* goes off and tells me he *might* be potent and *might* cause pregnancy.
Well no shit son you’re a guy and of course a guy has potent cum. That’s what makes having a guy cum inside you so exciting.
The warmth.
The rush.
The excitement.
It was multiple levels of emotions all wrapped into one filling moment that brings your body to ecstasy.
But because of **MY** situation that *possibility* was a **HUGE** no no. Though technically I shouldn’t be doing this as it was a high risk and could potentially make me living on the streets if Jason ever finds out.
*If* being the key word.
*If* Gabe and Kelly never fucked and weren’t caught on the security camera system I would have never been tempted.
*If* I had stuck to my principles and forced Kelly and Gabe to never fornicate again or there would be hell to pay I would have never been tempted.
*If* I wasn’t intrigued after their performance then I would have never been tempted.
*If* I didn’t *punish* Kelly by forcing her to wear a chastity belt then I would have never been tempted.
*If* I didn’t feel for Kelly’s dilemma then I would have never been tempted.
*If* I didn’t allow a one time show letting Gabe **AND** Kelly fornicate in front of me I would have never been tempted.
*if* it didn’t turn me on watching those two fucking like bunnies then I would have never been tempted.
*If* I didn’t continue to sneak around and catch Gabe fucking Summer I would have never been tempted.
*If* I didn’t catch Gabe fucking all the other girl’s I would have never been tempted.
But I was tempted after all those scenarios happened in front of me that it did tempt me.
And I caved to that temptation on my son’s birthday as I tricked him into fucking me. And *God* was it so damn **good** that I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it nearly as much as I did.
Then I tempted fate by seducing him again and I was officially hooked.
Now with the problem in front of me with Gabe’s *possible* high potency I decided to take him and myself to the nearest fertility clinic to have us checked out.
After a LONG wait at the clinic we found out that in order to test Gabe’s *potency* would take *A LONG TIME* I decided that myself would be the quickest to deal with.
After a couple of flubs and lies I ultimately decided on getting an O Plug installed and having the resulting device installed in me.
And true to the physician’s word it only took about 30 minutes to install after having my ovaries filled nearly to the brim of bursting with the supposedly ovary healing gel to help extend a female’s ovaries then having my tubes plugged. And true to his word I immediately felt bloated.
After the installation was done and we left the clinic I decided food was in order as both Gabe and I were pretty much hangry as it was well after noon but not mid day yet.
So off we went to get food into our stomachs.
Due to my bloating issue I decided to eat light as Gabe, like a typical teenager, made a large amount of food disappear in a short amount of time.
God do I miss being a teenager so I could eat as much as he did as I watched him scarf a bun-less triple patty cheese bacon lettuce wrap with a large order of jalapeño poppers and washed it down with a large tea. While I enjoyed eating half my gluten free turkey wrap with my green tea.
Then I convinced him to go back to the studio after I notified him that I had the O Plug installed which caused my son to laugh at me saying that I would be unusable for four days.
I told him ‘*Oh no we are going back and we are picking up right where we left off mister!*’
He shrugged at me and that brings us to now.
Gabe had just removed his clothes and I was full spread on the bed hanging my head off the bed like he instructed me to.
He smiled at me as he spoke, “You still want to be treated like one of my girls?”
I nodded as the huge thing hung in front of my face.
He smiled and spoke, “Alright. Open your mouth.”
I complied opening my mouth and Gabe didn’t wait as he inserted his tip into my mouth and my *lust* kicked in immediately started sucking on the object causing him to groan loudly.
At first I enjoyed sucking Gabe’s nice big dick as his flavor notes felt homey to me.
It was salty….musky….earthy….semi sweet.
A lot better tasting than my husband’s dick as his was more mild.
Not that I’m saying that Gabe’s taste wasn’t overpowering….just the right amount to make you want more….almost as if what flowed out made me want more.
I didn’t have much time to adjust to Gabe’s new found appendage before he started forcing his dick down deep into my mouth and down my throat causing my eyes to go wide with exactly how much length there truly was.
Though I’m not as well versed when it comes to giving head and not as professed as a certain teenager with the initials of KM as I *may* or *may not* have heard her more than once admit her lack of a gag reflex. Though I heard later, from the videos, that her contested ability though true she lacked the actual talent she boasted.
So yes I do have a gag reflex but it was minimal.
Years of changing diapers and changing disgusting overnight clumpy bottles trained my gag reflex to not be so weak compared to a certain adult man who easily loses his lunch at the sight of a dirty diaper and disgusting clumpy overnight bottles as it has curdled.
*If* this were my husband who was ramming his dick into my mouth I would have bitten down and chewed him out for doing so much that I didn’t agree to such an abusive act.
But I did agree to Gabe as he reminded me that **I** wanted to be treated like one of *his* girl’s aka Summer and Kelly.
So him *throat fucking* me with such vigor I had to lay back and accept it.
The weird thing is that him abusing my throat like he was was actually turning me on.
Yeah surprised me too as I felt my lower lips start juicing more as it was envious to what was happening to my throat.
All I could do was lay there and accept what was happening as I began to relish in the new act that I had never let **anyone** do to me before.
The pure carnal-ness of it was so new to me I couldn’t describe how it made me feel.
The closest I could tie the act to was the same feeling I had when I first met Jason as I felt butterflies in my stomach and my heart skipping a beat whenever I was near him. I still feel that around my husband as he does make me happy but this was the closest I could tie the emotions to.
I just kept my mouth open letting him thrust that impossibly long dick into me as his balloon sized nuts slapped against my face, happy that I could take all of it without wanting to throw up.
Ok I did want to throw up as in the beginning the full length nearly triggered my gag reflex but I was able to quickly relax it and breathed in between thrusts. So now it wasn’t a big issue….well the only thing that was big was the thing sliding in and out of my throat at a high speed.
I had nearly gotten used to the act and accepted all that it was doing to me before Gabe reached down and put his hands on the same things **HE** used to suck on when he was a child giving him more leverage and the thrusted became harder and in turn his nuts slapped harder on my face and nose.
After I didn’t know how long he was bruising my throat and fully expecting him to *eventually* fire off his contents that was bouncing against my face instead I received a shock as this asshole pinched my nipples causing me to scream…..while his dick was firmly lodged in my throat blocking off my air way.
He spoke, “How does that feel my **pet**?”
Pet?
How in the fuck am I his *pet*?
Ok this was going too far in my mind and I needed to stop this.
I may be *willing* to be used like he uses his *girl’s*.
I’m his mother for fucks sake.
I’m not his whore.
He pinched and twisted my nipples causing me to scream again…..and still gagged, as he spoke again, “I can’t hear you *pet*?”
Of course you can’t hear me **ASS**!!! I’m currently filled to where I can’t respond other than screaming on your fucking dick!!!
He smacked my right breast….hard!!!
He spoke, “I can’t hear you!”
How else am I supposed to respond beyond screaming on your fucking dick asshole?
Still I screamed as I received another smack on my left breast eliciting another scream out of me.
He pinched my nipples and pulled them up causing me to reflexively arch my back to follow where he was pulling them causing me to start to cry from the pain.
This isn’t what I signed up for.
Yet why was I getting more wet?
I felt completely humiliated as my **son** sat there and smacked and tortured my breasts causing me to naturally react all while his dick was firmly lodged in my throat to where I couldn’t do much but cry.
I tried to push him away but he just held onto my breasts and keeping his dick firmly lodged in my throat to where I couldn’t breathe.
I felt like I was going to pass out from the mixed sensations I was receiving until finally Gabe backed his dick out of my throat to where I could finally breathe again before I could pass out.
The whole series only probably lasted maybe a few seconds but to me it felt much much longer.
Once I was finally able to breathe and my fear of passing out was clearly not going to happen Gabe re-throated me blocking off my air way again as the abuse resumed with him smacking my breasts one by one and pinching and pulling my nipples causing me to do nothing but scream on his dick with each smack and pinch as I got called *PET*.
I once again tried to push him away but this time his hold on my breasts hardened as his dick remained firmly lodged in my throat. This time I felt him leaned down just enough to where he could reach down and slipped a digit into my now wet pussy.
He pulled his finger close to his face before I heard him speak, I only knew of what happened is in the sliver of view I could see I watched him reach down on my body and *felt* him slip a digit into my wet pussy causing me to moan at the sensation as I shuddered having the attention. I heard him speak, “I believe my *pet* is almost ready.”
There’s this *pet* shit again.
And ready for what?
I didn’t get a chance to speculate onto this meaning before he resumed fucking my throat and re-did the torture to my breasts.
I knew tears were falling from my head as they traveled where gravity told them to go.
Each repeat performance I cried and scream on my son’s cock. Each time I tried to rebel against him so I could give him a piece of my mind as he clearly had over stepped his boundaries on me. But each time just made my pussy just more and more wet to the point of aching. The bloating from earlier nearly completely gone as my pussy grew with more and more need to be filled and stretched and bruised just like my throat.
It was humiliating that I was letting Gabe, my own son, do this to me.
And each time my *fighting* lessened and I was repeatedly called *pet* like I was some dog that needed to be house trained. Only in this instance, I felt like I was being slut trained.
My only hope for the abuse to end was one of two things. Either he came in my throat ending my abuse or he finally stopped fucking my throat and switched to my pussy to keep demoralizing me.
You know or my mind breaks and I accept being his *pet* as he had been calling me this entire damn time.
All I knew whatever *changed* my son to where the old one was no longer there and I didn’t know if I should be scared……or turned on.
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Fuck yes!!!
God fucking bless your dirty mind, Lightning!
This’ just getting better and better!!
Thank you Lightning and Ginger thanks you too!