A Horrible Pleasurable Situation
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
James had never had sex before in his life. The closest he’d come to had been times when his own mother sat him on. He knew nothing about sex beyond what he heard or read, but he never expected it to be this slimy or noisy. Delia was pressing her cunt down hard into him, the tiny bit of fabric that separated him from the hairy, drooling muff was being pushed aside, allowing James to feel the glistening, pink inside past her puffy lips. Her juices covered him, getting into his mouth and making it hard to breathe. He heard her cries, hefty moans only muffled by the wet sound of her cunt crushing him. James had never been in this situation before and as he tried to scream at his mom to stop, all he could do was groan as her wide hips gyrated and rubbed him into her cunt even harder.
“Is this ‘nice’ enough for you, you little bastard!” Delia growled as she bucked her hips, dragging James from the back of her cunt right to her clit. As the hidden nub bounced off his skull, James was left wondering how his mom was moving her body so well when she usually was left out of breath walking up the stairs. Then he remembered, a couple years and about thirty pounds ago, his mom made some extra cash as a stripper. It wasn’t by far the most humiliating thing she’d done to him but seeing her come home with crinkled dollar bills stuffed in her cleavage hadn’t left him feeling proud. Apparently, she had been pretty good at it until she got forced for trying to blow a customer for fifty bucks in the VIP room. James still remembered her telling her how she made sure she was extra ‘nice’ with all her customers.
“I’m not a customer, you bitch! I’m your son!” James tried to scream but ended up choking on some more pussy juice. Delia reached between her thighs as she gripped the table for balance, her crotch still slipping along her tiny son. She diligently reached for him, pressing him hard into the opening of her pussy without sliding him in. She leaned forward, letting her labia wrap around him as he slipped past the front of her panties and was touching her directly. James squirmed furiously, making her cries grow even louder. Still pressing him into her sex, Delia’s finger nails started to tear off the tiny boy's clothes.
Things were getting worse. Delia only provided her son the cheapest, flimsiest doll clothes, refusing to buy anything that would last him more than a week. She was tearing them off him with ease, leaving him in tattered clothes and feeling her bare skin against his own. James gritted his teeth as his erection was exposed, proof that even though he hated his mom he couldn’t help but still be aroused by her. As he wondered if this could get any worse, Delia pressed her thumb against his backside and slipped his lower body into the pulsating, dripping tunnel. His crotch was pressed against the top of her pussy with his chest, arms and head dangling below her clit. He grabbed her lips as tightly as he could; afraid he was going to get sucked completely in. He might have some really messed up feelings towards his mom but he didn’t want to go back to the womb.
As Paula or Delia as she was bitterly having to call herself, rocked against the chair, her ass lifted up and she dipped her body down, bringing more of her crotch down on her tiny, confused son. James groaned as he felt her pussy clutching at his lower body, his cock grinding into the ceiling of her tunnel as he felt her clit smack him in the face. He hated being this weak and helpless, used by his gross, drunk, slob of a mother but damn! Did it also feel good. He held tight to her lips, a jungle of greasy looking pubic hair surrounding him. Delia started pushing his lower body into her pussy walls, forcing him to hump the slippery flesh. Gritting his teeth, James tried so hard to ignore how great it felt, not wanting this to be how he views sex for the rest of his life. Delia pressed her palm against his top as her fingers rubbed him furiously into her wet flesh, her moans becoming screams as she reached climax. James discovered so much at that point, like what his mom sounds like during orgasm, how her pussy convulsed as she came and that she was a squirter. Cum splattered all over him as she came, driving his crotch deep into the walls of her pussy until James couldn’t fight back. His cries were covered up by Delia’s own wails as his tiny load dribbled down from the top of her cunt.
“What the fuck! What the fuck!” James repeated as he climaxed inside the massive hairy snatch of his own mother. He felt sick and ashamed as he came down from his orgasm, wondering now he was ever going to live with Delia after this. It wasn’t just that he had been used to get them both off; it was that he had liked it. If that had been awful he could have hated Delia for this, but in truth, he had never orgasmed that hard in his short life. As he tried to think this over, Delia’s wet, shaky fingers pulled him free from her snatch. She was sitting with her legs spread wide apart, the chair seat covered in her juices. Her tits wobbled as she breathed heavily, her eyes kind of glassy after such an intense orgasm. James thought it was over, forgetting that Delia was still following his orders to physically love him in every way possible.
“What the Hell are you doing now?” James got out as he found himself being carried up, past the barely covered tits towards Delia’s big, red lips. He stared at her mouth as her lips pressed together like she was going to kiss him. As he drew closer, she answered his question. “Cleaning you up, dumb ass.”
James’s legs kicked wildly as they were sucked between his mom’s plush lips. She slurped him in like a noodle, drawing him right in with a pop until he was up to his neck. Screaming, as he feared he was going to be swallowed, James was instead greeted by Delia’s tongue as it started lapping at him. She sucked and licked his entire lower body, focusing on his cock which quickly rose back to full height as the talented tongue wrapped around it. With his eyes tightly closed, James started moaning again as he was once more pleasured by the drunk brainwashed Milf.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Without her cunt threatening to swallow him, James was free to give Delia an order. Too bad it wasn’t the right one. Hearing her son’s words, Delia was momentarily confused. She had a sudden urge to stop but had no idea what she had to stop. Was she supposed to stop breathing? Stop standing? Stop wearing her slutty clothes? Stop pleasuring her bitchy, runt of a son? She knew it was probably the last thing but she was still following his order to give him physical love and unless told otherwise she couldn’t stop, not that she wanted to.
As she sucked hard on her boy, her chubby cheeks sinking in as she put as much pressure as she could on his crotch, a tiny dash of something salty touched her tongue. It was quickly washed away as she kept on working his body over with her tongue, his orgasm prolonged by her constant stimulation. James went still after he orgasmed, amazed by how good this felt again. That had been faster and more intense than being rubbed into her pussy. Left speechless, he finally found something to say as Delia smacked the tip of her tongue on his ass and gave a long, hard lick up over his balls and then his cock, which was getting hard once more. Whimpering, James realized that she wasn’t stopping and neither was his own body. She was going to keep pleasuring him until she regained control or he died. James always thought his mom would kill him somehow, he expected to be crushed or starve to death in a jar; dying from pleasure had never crossed his mind.
“Is this ‘nice’ enough for you, you little bastard!” Delia growled as she bucked her hips, dragging James from the back of her cunt right to her clit. As the hidden nub bounced off his skull, James was left wondering how his mom was moving her body so well when she usually was left out of breath walking up the stairs. Then he remembered, a couple years and about thirty pounds ago, his mom made some extra cash as a stripper. It wasn’t by far the most humiliating thing she’d done to him but seeing her come home with crinkled dollar bills stuffed in her cleavage hadn’t left him feeling proud. Apparently, she had been pretty good at it until she got forced for trying to blow a customer for fifty bucks in the VIP room. James still remembered her telling her how she made sure she was extra ‘nice’ with all her customers.
“I’m not a customer, you bitch! I’m your son!” James tried to scream but ended up choking on some more pussy juice. Delia reached between her thighs as she gripped the table for balance, her crotch still slipping along her tiny son. She diligently reached for him, pressing him hard into the opening of her pussy without sliding him in. She leaned forward, letting her labia wrap around him as he slipped past the front of her panties and was touching her directly. James squirmed furiously, making her cries grow even louder. Still pressing him into her sex, Delia’s finger nails started to tear off the tiny boy's clothes.
Things were getting worse. Delia only provided her son the cheapest, flimsiest doll clothes, refusing to buy anything that would last him more than a week. She was tearing them off him with ease, leaving him in tattered clothes and feeling her bare skin against his own. James gritted his teeth as his erection was exposed, proof that even though he hated his mom he couldn’t help but still be aroused by her. As he wondered if this could get any worse, Delia pressed her thumb against his backside and slipped his lower body into the pulsating, dripping tunnel. His crotch was pressed against the top of her pussy with his chest, arms and head dangling below her clit. He grabbed her lips as tightly as he could; afraid he was going to get sucked completely in. He might have some really messed up feelings towards his mom but he didn’t want to go back to the womb.
As Paula or Delia as she was bitterly having to call herself, rocked against the chair, her ass lifted up and she dipped her body down, bringing more of her crotch down on her tiny, confused son. James groaned as he felt her pussy clutching at his lower body, his cock grinding into the ceiling of her tunnel as he felt her clit smack him in the face. He hated being this weak and helpless, used by his gross, drunk, slob of a mother but damn! Did it also feel good. He held tight to her lips, a jungle of greasy looking pubic hair surrounding him. Delia started pushing his lower body into her pussy walls, forcing him to hump the slippery flesh. Gritting his teeth, James tried so hard to ignore how great it felt, not wanting this to be how he views sex for the rest of his life. Delia pressed her palm against his top as her fingers rubbed him furiously into her wet flesh, her moans becoming screams as she reached climax. James discovered so much at that point, like what his mom sounds like during orgasm, how her pussy convulsed as she came and that she was a squirter. Cum splattered all over him as she came, driving his crotch deep into the walls of her pussy until James couldn’t fight back. His cries were covered up by Delia’s own wails as his tiny load dribbled down from the top of her cunt.
“What the fuck! What the fuck!” James repeated as he climaxed inside the massive hairy snatch of his own mother. He felt sick and ashamed as he came down from his orgasm, wondering now he was ever going to live with Delia after this. It wasn’t just that he had been used to get them both off; it was that he had liked it. If that had been awful he could have hated Delia for this, but in truth, he had never orgasmed that hard in his short life. As he tried to think this over, Delia’s wet, shaky fingers pulled him free from her snatch. She was sitting with her legs spread wide apart, the chair seat covered in her juices. Her tits wobbled as she breathed heavily, her eyes kind of glassy after such an intense orgasm. James thought it was over, forgetting that Delia was still following his orders to physically love him in every way possible.
“What the Hell are you doing now?” James got out as he found himself being carried up, past the barely covered tits towards Delia’s big, red lips. He stared at her mouth as her lips pressed together like she was going to kiss him. As he drew closer, she answered his question. “Cleaning you up, dumb ass.”
James’s legs kicked wildly as they were sucked between his mom’s plush lips. She slurped him in like a noodle, drawing him right in with a pop until he was up to his neck. Screaming, as he feared he was going to be swallowed, James was instead greeted by Delia’s tongue as it started lapping at him. She sucked and licked his entire lower body, focusing on his cock which quickly rose back to full height as the talented tongue wrapped around it. With his eyes tightly closed, James started moaning again as he was once more pleasured by the drunk brainwashed Milf.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Without her cunt threatening to swallow him, James was free to give Delia an order. Too bad it wasn’t the right one. Hearing her son’s words, Delia was momentarily confused. She had a sudden urge to stop but had no idea what she had to stop. Was she supposed to stop breathing? Stop standing? Stop wearing her slutty clothes? Stop pleasuring her bitchy, runt of a son? She knew it was probably the last thing but she was still following his order to give him physical love and unless told otherwise she couldn’t stop, not that she wanted to.
As she sucked hard on her boy, her chubby cheeks sinking in as she put as much pressure as she could on his crotch, a tiny dash of something salty touched her tongue. It was quickly washed away as she kept on working his body over with her tongue, his orgasm prolonged by her constant stimulation. James went still after he orgasmed, amazed by how good this felt again. That had been faster and more intense than being rubbed into her pussy. Left speechless, he finally found something to say as Delia smacked the tip of her tongue on his ass and gave a long, hard lick up over his balls and then his cock, which was getting hard once more. Whimpering, James realized that she wasn’t stopping and neither was his own body. She was going to keep pleasuring him until she regained control or he died. James always thought his mom would kill him somehow, he expected to be crushed or starve to death in a jar; dying from pleasure had never crossed his mind.
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