I woke up feeling strangely hot...
Like my whole body was burning from the inside out.
A thick, dizzy heat had settled low in my stomach, spreading outward in slow, heavy waves.
It soaked into my arms, my legs, my chest, everywhere.
My skin felt too tight, prickling under the sheets.
My heart was already racing, thumping loud in my ears, even though I was still half-asleep.
Something heavy and plush was moving between my legs.
Deliberate.
Teasing.
A slick, wet pressure pressed against me, gliding languidly.
My breath caught in my throat without warning.
It felt… good.
Too good.
A lazy shiver ran up my spine, and my hips shifted on their own, just a little.
I didn't know why.
I couldn't think clearly yet.
The plush heat kept moving, steady and intoxicating, like a dream I didn't want to wake from.
Everything was hazy.
Everything felt thick and forbidden.
Then the pressure changed, just slightly, and a spike of unease cut through the fog.
My eyes snapped open.
In one quick, panicked motion, I pulled the blanket away.
My heart slammed to a stop.
Mom.
My own Mom, Delia, was kneeling between my legs. Completely naked.
Her long brown hair spilled loose over her bare thigh, brushing my skin with every tiny shift.
Her full, heavy breasts pressed hot and plush around my penis, hugging it in a way I'd never imagined.
Her pink lips were stretched around the tip, glistening, moving in deliberate, wet strokes.
A teasing swirl of her tongue sent a jolt through me even as my brain screamed.
She looked up.
Those same gentle eyes.
That small, loving smile, the exact one from every morning breakfast.
Her cheeks flushed deep pink, hot breath puffing against my skin.
Everything felt too good.
Too hot.
My hips twitched without permission.
"M-Mom…?!"
The word cracked high and squeaky.
My face burned instantly, hot and red.
"W-what are you doing?!"
My voice shook, small and frantic.
"Stop it, Mom! Please, stop!"
I tried to scramble back, but my body refused.
She eased her mouth away with a soft, wet pop.
A thin, shiny thread of saliva stretched between her plush lips and the tip… then broke.
She smiled up at me again, calm and happy, like nothing in the world was wrong.
"Good morning, my sweet boy," she said in her soothing voice, the one that used to sing me to sleep.
She brushed a strand of brown hair behind her ear and kept smiling.
"Mommy is just doing her most important job today. In our family, in the whole world, every mom takes her son's virginity when he turns ten and becomes a trainer. It's a very old, very special tradition. It brings good luck and shows you're ready to be a man."
She said it so calmly and happily, like she was telling me the weather was nice outside.
"Tradition?!"
I squeaked again, voice high and shaky.
This couldn't be real.
None of this made any sense.
I tried to wiggle backward, pushing with my foot, but Mom just giggled softly and placed one firm hand flat on my thighs holding me in place.
While her breasts squeezed tighter around my shaft.
She began moving them up and down again, slick valley gliding over me.
"Mommy wants to taste her big boy a little longer first," she murmured, eyes sparkling.
She lowered her head, tongue flicking out to lap at the head each time it emerged from her cleavage.
Then she took me deep into her mouth, cheeks hollowing, humming softly.
The vibration shot straight through me.
I gasped, hands flying to her shoulders, trying to push, but fingers only sank into silky skin.
"Mom… no… we can't…"
My voice cracked.
She only hummed again, bobbing slower, teasing.
Saliva dripped down, making everything slicker.
Her familiar mom scent, shampoo mixed with raw arousal, filled my lungs.
Wrong.
So wrong.
But the pleasure coiled tighter.
She finally released me with another wet pop, trailing kisses up my length.
"Be a good boy for Mommy," she whispered.
Then she moved up higher, swinging one smooth leg over me until she was straddling my hips.
Her bare thighs squeezed my sides, hot and snug.
I could feel her silky skin burning against mine.
When she scooted forward, her dripping heat brushed along my penis.
My whole body jumped, a sharp twitch I couldn't control.
She didn't take me inside yet.
Instead she rocked forward, sliding her slick folds along my length, coating me in her fluid.
Back and forth, teasing, grinding.
Her swollen clit dragged over the underside of my shaft.
She moaned softly, eyes half-lidded.
"Can you feel how wet Mommy is for you, Ash…"
I whimpered, hands pushing at her thighs.
"Please… Mom… don't…"
My mind screamed no.
My hips bucked up, seeking more.
"Shh, it's okay, baby," she whispered, leaning down so her long brown hair fell around us like a curtain.
Her voice was gentle and sweet, exactly like when she tucked me in at night.
"Just relax for Mommy. I promise it'll feel incredible."
She reached down between us, fingers careful, guiding my tip against her slippery folds.
She rubbed it there slowly, up and down, teasing the entrance.
My hips twitched again, completely on their own.
She smiled wider, eyes sparkling, and finally her wet pussy lips parted as she started to sink down.
"No, Mom, wait…"
I tried to push her away harder.
"Ahh… there we go… my goodness, baby," she cooed, eyes going wide and sparkly as the fat head finally popped inside her.
Her lips made a perfect little "O" and her cheeks turned super pink.
I could see a tiny bulge move up her lower tummy every time she sank another inch, her skin stretching around my thickness.
"Such a big, big boy… even bigger than your dad ever was," she whispered in a shaky, happy voice, biting her lower lip while sliding down agonizingly slow.
Her slick walls squeezed me tight the whole way, like a burning, hot glove pulling me deeper.
Once I was all the way in, buried to the end, she let out a long, dreamy moan.
She rolled her hips in one slow, lazy circle.
The bulge in her tummy traced a small circle too, and the feeling made my eyes go blurry.
Her heavy breasts swayed with every rise and fall of her hips.
Pretty pink nipples stood hard and stiff, bouncing gently with each deliberate movement she made.
I couldn't think at all.
My head felt full of fuzzy, overwhelming heat.
This was my mom, my real mom, and this was so wrong.
But my body didn't care.
It felt way too good to stop.
She started moving for real now.
She lifted her hips until just the tip remained, her slick walls clinging greedily.
Then she slid all the way back down with one long, smooth push.
Up again… down again… up… down…
Every time she came down it felt deeper, hotter, tighter, like she was swallowing me whole.
The little bulge in her tummy kept appearing and disappearing, marking exactly where I was inside her.
"N-no, Mom… stop… please…" I begged, voice squeaky and broken, hands pushing weakly at her hips.
Wrong.
She's my mom.
I shouldn't…
She just smiled and leaned forward, pressing her plush chest against mine.
Her hard nipples poked my skin, and her brown hair fell around my face like a blanket.
Her lips brushed my ear, tickling me.
"Shh, it's okay, Ash… my sweet Ash…" she whispered, voice husky and calm.
"Just let Mommy take care of everything. You don't have to worry about a thing."
She kept riding me deliberately at first, making me feel every inch sliding in and out.
Each lift brought soft wet squish-squish noises from where we joined.
Her juices dripped down from her smooth pussy, making everything slippery and shiny, soaking my balls.
"Oh, baby… can you feel Mommy's insides clenching around you? This is where you came from… where my sweet boy was made," she moaned softly, placing her hand gently over the bulge in her lower tummy.
"You're stretching the womb that made you so much…"
Then she started moving faster.
Her hips rolled quicker, grinding down harder.
Breathy moans spilled from her mouth: "Mmm… ahh… oh, Ash… yes…"
Every hard drop sent a louder wet slap and tiny squelch echoing through the room.
The bed creaked beneath us.
More of her slick liquid ran down my skin, pooling beneath us.
My breathing got messy and loud.
I whimpered helplessly.
My hands grabbed her hips tighter without thinking, fingers sinking deep into plush flesh, pulling her down harder.
Something big and hot was building super fast in my stomach.
It twisted tighter and tighter, coiling like a spring ready to snap.
I was going to explode any second.
I could feel it rushing up, unstoppable.
This was wrong, she was my mom, my real mom.
But the way her pussy milked me so greedily, the filthy heat of it all, made it impossible to fight.
"Mom, I…"
"That's it, baby," she whispered breathlessly, sitting up tall again.
Her hands pressed flat on my chest as she ground down hard one last time, taking me to full.
Her slick pussy completely enveloped my penis, swallowing every inch until the thick base stretched her wide.
"Give Mommy everything baby… Pump all your hot, thick seed deep in the pussy that birthed you… give mummy another baby to carry~"
The second those words left her lips, my whole body locked up.
I couldn't hold it back, no matter how wrong it felt.
My hips bucked up hard on their own.
A loud, shaky cry tore out of me as I started coming.
Thick, hot ropes of white seed surged out, pumping deep inside her again and again.
Mom's eyes went wide and sparkly.
Her mouth fell open.
Then the sweetest, longest moan spilled out of her, voice cracking with ecstasy:
"Ahhh~~~ yes, Ash… oh baby… yes… so hot… so much…!"
Her whole body shivered violently on top of me.
I felt her walls clamp down super tight, squeezing, pulsing, milking me over and over like they wanted every last drop.
Warm juices gushed out around my cock, soaking my hips, my balls, the sheets beneath us.
Her tummy twitched with every wave.
The bulge jumped visibly with each strong pulse of her own orgasm.
She kept rocking slow and gentle, riding out both our highs.
Soft, breathless moans escaped her with every tiny roll of her hips.
She drew out the pleasure, coaxing every last shiver from our bodies.
Until finally we were both trembling, breathless, completely spent.
Her rhythm slowed to nothing.
With a soft, satisfied sigh, she collapsed forward onto me.
Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
Her arms wrapped around me tight, hugging me close like she always did when I was little.
Even now, spent and softening inside her, I could feel her walls giving little fluttering squeezes, possessive pulses, like she didn't want to let me go.
"Mmm… perfect," she whispered against my face, voice low and dreamy.
She pressed a tender kiss to my burning cheek, lips tasting faintly of salt and me.
"You made Mommy feel so good, sweetheart… so, so good…"
Her long brown hair spilled over my face, tickling my skin.
Her body felt heavy and comforting on top of mine, rising and falling with my ragged breaths.
I just lay there underneath her.
Chest heaving.
Face on fire.
Hot tears still wetting my cheeks and sliding into my hair.
My mind was blank, spinning, empty, lost.
This was my mom.
My real mom.
And she'd just…
What.
What in the world is going on?