Mom drags him to her bed.
Neighborhood MILFs
chapter 7
by
copier
· original author:
gentlemanjack
"Mom, don't you think you're rushing this just a little bit?" Jake sputtered as he pulled his head free from her cleavage.
"It's alright, baby... I know you're shy about your first time, but you don't have to worry. Just let momma do all the work~" his mother cooed before peppering his face with wet, sloppy kisses.
James groaned inwardly as he attempted to evade her thick lips to no avail. They were already halfway up the steps to her room and it wouldn't be long before she had him pinned down onto her bed. He was no stranger to this scenario. He had lost count of all the times his sunglasses slipped off of his face in the presence of his mom and the amount of times he managed to stave off her advances. It was all about saying the right things and walking her lovestruck mind to where he wanted it to go. Quite often he would have to couch his manipulations in the form of pillow talk, much to his own disgust.
The worst of it came when she had walked in on him while he was reading on the toilet. The had just gotten through taking a shower and was about to put his glasses on when she decided to rudely barge into his room for whatever reason. That was the closest she had come to stealing his virginity as she straddled his waist and prepared to take him right then and there. Luckily, he managed to coax her into pouring water onto her chest, claiming that he wanted to see how she looked with her nipples poking at her blouse. After that, they both agreed to have a lock installed in his bathroom door.
James was jostled from the memory as was tossed back onto the soft surface of his mother's bed. His nose scrunched at the mixture of beer and cheap perfume that seemed to linger in the air. Her room was just as messy and disheveled as one would expect, with numerous whiskey bottles and unwashed underwear lying about on the floor. He almost gagged as his nose caught another sent and turned to find a large black dildo resting just above his head, still slick and dripping from its last use. Just as he opened his mouth to express his distaste for his new enviroment, he was cut off by his mother's lips pressing into his.
She kissed him long and hard, her powerful tongue forcing its way into his mouth and easily overpowering his. The taste was enough to make the poor boy wretch as his mouth was assaulted with the lingering aftertaste of cigarettes and vodka. It was disgusting enough getting frenched by his own mother, but couldn't she have at least had the decency to brush her teeth every now and again? She seemed to pick up on his disdain as she pulled her head back, their lips disconnecting with an wet *smack* and a thick strain of saliva bridging their mouths together.
"Aw, don't look at me like that. I know I'm not the prettiest girl you could've picked to do it with, but your mom's got something those other little sluts at your school don't..."
She leaned in and met James' gaze, her tongue sliding out and licking her plump lips as her heavy tits pressed onto his chest.
"Experience..." She murmured softly.
"By the time I'm done with you, you'll never wanna look at another girl again..." She snickered before swiftly undoing his belt.
"Uh, m-mom! If this is going to be my first time, don't you think it should be special? Like, you go get washed up and we can have a candlelight dinner together or something?" James quickly chimed in. His mother was very much the opposite of a romantic. Her ideal relationship basically amounted to a 24/7 fuck buddy, as she made clear in her many drunken tirades as her friends brought her home after a night of debauchery. That said, she was also easily flattered. Simply making the offer of a romantic outing was enough to win her over, as it placated her waning self-esteem.
As expected, she paused at his offer. James breathed out a sign of relief and went to get up before he was yanked back onto the bed. He looked up and felt a chill go down his spine at the lustful look his mother was giving him. In one swift motion, she popped the bottom on his waistband and pulled his pants off before tossing it to the side. It was nothing short of terrifying how strong the sickness made those who it inflicted, but James' mind was on another pressing matter. Why hadn't she taken up his offer like she normally would?
"No can do, sweety. Mommy got a little drunk last night and ended up flushing her car keys in the toilet. I dunno how, but it backed up the pipes somethin' fierce" she said a shrug.
All the color drained from James' face at that moment. Thinking back on it, he remembered going to take a shower and finding that the water wouldn't come on no matter how much he fiddled with the knob. No water meant no way to cure his mother, which meant... He was screwed. Both figuratively a literally.
"Mom, I-I really don't think we should be rushing this! I can, I can take you out to a fancy restaurant, g-get you a nice steak dinner, a-and..."
His words fell on deaf ears as she continued to a strip him down, her eyes lighting up as she exposed his flaccid member. James swallowed nervously as he began squirming to try and get away, his fight or flight instincts finally taking hold. It was all for naught though as his mother kept him pinned firmly on the bed with her almost supernatural strength. Seeing his pathetic attempts to escape only served to amuse her as she yanked off her top, freeing her massive jiggling breasts. She toyed around with them for a bit, squeezing them together and fondling her nipples in a perverse display that left James feeling uneasy.
Unfortunately for him, her teasing had its intended effect as he felt his manhood begin to stir ever so slightly. He was repulsed at the very idea of intimacy with her, but his teenage body made little distinction in that regard. As far as it was concerned, boobs were boobs, and his mother had an impressive rack despite clearly being past her prime. Seeing the effect her little show was having caused her to let out a girlish squeal of delight.
"Oooh, it's little James turned on by his momma's titties? You like how big they are?" She cooed and she shook her shoulders, causing her breasts to away back and forth hypnotically. She smiled proudly as she watched her son's eyes follow them before moving down to his stiffening cock. It wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen, but it was certainly impressive. Far better than his father, at least. She gave the head a light peck, forcing a moan out of James.
"M-mom... please... don't do this to me! I'm your son!" He whined as he continued to fidget uncomfortably.
"You think I give two shits about that? James, you and I were meant to be together! All those one night stands I had, all those shiftless losers I brought home and banged... none of them made me feel one third of what I feel for you! We're soulmates!" She cried with a deliriously happy smile.
James groaned and rolled his eyes. That was another thing about his ability that he hated. He was forced to hear the worst, most cheesiest mushy love talk. So many times he was forced to listen to his mother bloviate about her past hookups and how much they were starcrossed lovers and all that other gushy nonsense.
"Besides," she began as she parted her breasts and leaned into his swollen cock.
"You've gotta learn this from somewhere, right? Who better to teach you about sex then me?" She teased before releasing her breasts and letting them slam onto his dick.
James wanted to offer a retort but couldn't think of one as his mother masterfully worked his shaft her soft, pillow-like tits. He was completely out off by her in every way possible. Even if he could look past the fact that she was his mom, she was still an unpleasant, disgusting, selfish slob of a woman who no reasonable man would approach. Yet it made little difference as he laid on his back, his mind racked with pleasure as she playfully squeezed his cock over and over again. He was simply no match for her years of experience.
Just when he was on the verge of climaxing, she eased up. This went on for some time, as she expertly managed to keep him teetering on the edge, his eyes watering and his teeth clenching as his balls aches for release. She snickered at his growing desperation and gave her tits another squeeze.
"Aww, is my wittle baby feeling all pent up~?" She cooed in a mocking manner.
"I can help you with that, you know... all you gotta do is ask. Say, 'mommy, pretty please can I cum onto your beautiful tits?'. Come on. Let me here you say it~"
James but down on his lip and shook his head, his mind slowly emerging from the sexual haze he had been forced into. He didn't want to feed into her perverse desires, but he couldn't ignore the throbbing ache in his loins. Would he give into his mother, or can he hold out?
"It's alright, baby... I know you're shy about your first time, but you don't have to worry. Just let momma do all the work~" his mother cooed before peppering his face with wet, sloppy kisses.
James groaned inwardly as he attempted to evade her thick lips to no avail. They were already halfway up the steps to her room and it wouldn't be long before she had him pinned down onto her bed. He was no stranger to this scenario. He had lost count of all the times his sunglasses slipped off of his face in the presence of his mom and the amount of times he managed to stave off her advances. It was all about saying the right things and walking her lovestruck mind to where he wanted it to go. Quite often he would have to couch his manipulations in the form of pillow talk, much to his own disgust.
The worst of it came when she had walked in on him while he was reading on the toilet. The had just gotten through taking a shower and was about to put his glasses on when she decided to rudely barge into his room for whatever reason. That was the closest she had come to stealing his virginity as she straddled his waist and prepared to take him right then and there. Luckily, he managed to coax her into pouring water onto her chest, claiming that he wanted to see how she looked with her nipples poking at her blouse. After that, they both agreed to have a lock installed in his bathroom door.
James was jostled from the memory as was tossed back onto the soft surface of his mother's bed. His nose scrunched at the mixture of beer and cheap perfume that seemed to linger in the air. Her room was just as messy and disheveled as one would expect, with numerous whiskey bottles and unwashed underwear lying about on the floor. He almost gagged as his nose caught another sent and turned to find a large black dildo resting just above his head, still slick and dripping from its last use. Just as he opened his mouth to express his distaste for his new enviroment, he was cut off by his mother's lips pressing into his.
She kissed him long and hard, her powerful tongue forcing its way into his mouth and easily overpowering his. The taste was enough to make the poor boy wretch as his mouth was assaulted with the lingering aftertaste of cigarettes and vodka. It was disgusting enough getting frenched by his own mother, but couldn't she have at least had the decency to brush her teeth every now and again? She seemed to pick up on his disdain as she pulled her head back, their lips disconnecting with an wet *smack* and a thick strain of saliva bridging their mouths together.
"Aw, don't look at me like that. I know I'm not the prettiest girl you could've picked to do it with, but your mom's got something those other little sluts at your school don't..."
She leaned in and met James' gaze, her tongue sliding out and licking her plump lips as her heavy tits pressed onto his chest.
"Experience..." She murmured softly.
"By the time I'm done with you, you'll never wanna look at another girl again..." She snickered before swiftly undoing his belt.
"Uh, m-mom! If this is going to be my first time, don't you think it should be special? Like, you go get washed up and we can have a candlelight dinner together or something?" James quickly chimed in. His mother was very much the opposite of a romantic. Her ideal relationship basically amounted to a 24/7 fuck buddy, as she made clear in her many drunken tirades as her friends brought her home after a night of debauchery. That said, she was also easily flattered. Simply making the offer of a romantic outing was enough to win her over, as it placated her waning self-esteem.
As expected, she paused at his offer. James breathed out a sign of relief and went to get up before he was yanked back onto the bed. He looked up and felt a chill go down his spine at the lustful look his mother was giving him. In one swift motion, she popped the bottom on his waistband and pulled his pants off before tossing it to the side. It was nothing short of terrifying how strong the sickness made those who it inflicted, but James' mind was on another pressing matter. Why hadn't she taken up his offer like she normally would?
"No can do, sweety. Mommy got a little drunk last night and ended up flushing her car keys in the toilet. I dunno how, but it backed up the pipes somethin' fierce" she said a shrug.
All the color drained from James' face at that moment. Thinking back on it, he remembered going to take a shower and finding that the water wouldn't come on no matter how much he fiddled with the knob. No water meant no way to cure his mother, which meant... He was screwed. Both figuratively a literally.
"Mom, I-I really don't think we should be rushing this! I can, I can take you out to a fancy restaurant, g-get you a nice steak dinner, a-and..."
His words fell on deaf ears as she continued to a strip him down, her eyes lighting up as she exposed his flaccid member. James swallowed nervously as he began squirming to try and get away, his fight or flight instincts finally taking hold. It was all for naught though as his mother kept him pinned firmly on the bed with her almost supernatural strength. Seeing his pathetic attempts to escape only served to amuse her as she yanked off her top, freeing her massive jiggling breasts. She toyed around with them for a bit, squeezing them together and fondling her nipples in a perverse display that left James feeling uneasy.
Unfortunately for him, her teasing had its intended effect as he felt his manhood begin to stir ever so slightly. He was repulsed at the very idea of intimacy with her, but his teenage body made little distinction in that regard. As far as it was concerned, boobs were boobs, and his mother had an impressive rack despite clearly being past her prime. Seeing the effect her little show was having caused her to let out a girlish squeal of delight.
"Oooh, it's little James turned on by his momma's titties? You like how big they are?" She cooed and she shook her shoulders, causing her breasts to away back and forth hypnotically. She smiled proudly as she watched her son's eyes follow them before moving down to his stiffening cock. It wasn't the biggest she'd ever seen, but it was certainly impressive. Far better than his father, at least. She gave the head a light peck, forcing a moan out of James.
"M-mom... please... don't do this to me! I'm your son!" He whined as he continued to fidget uncomfortably.
"You think I give two shits about that? James, you and I were meant to be together! All those one night stands I had, all those shiftless losers I brought home and banged... none of them made me feel one third of what I feel for you! We're soulmates!" She cried with a deliriously happy smile.
James groaned and rolled his eyes. That was another thing about his ability that he hated. He was forced to hear the worst, most cheesiest mushy love talk. So many times he was forced to listen to his mother bloviate about her past hookups and how much they were starcrossed lovers and all that other gushy nonsense.
"Besides," she began as she parted her breasts and leaned into his swollen cock.
"You've gotta learn this from somewhere, right? Who better to teach you about sex then me?" She teased before releasing her breasts and letting them slam onto his dick.
James wanted to offer a retort but couldn't think of one as his mother masterfully worked his shaft her soft, pillow-like tits. He was completely out off by her in every way possible. Even if he could look past the fact that she was his mom, she was still an unpleasant, disgusting, selfish slob of a woman who no reasonable man would approach. Yet it made little difference as he laid on his back, his mind racked with pleasure as she playfully squeezed his cock over and over again. He was simply no match for her years of experience.
Just when he was on the verge of climaxing, she eased up. This went on for some time, as she expertly managed to keep him teetering on the edge, his eyes watering and his teeth clenching as his balls aches for release. She snickered at his growing desperation and gave her tits another squeeze.
"Aww, is my wittle baby feeling all pent up~?" She cooed in a mocking manner.
"I can help you with that, you know... all you gotta do is ask. Say, 'mommy, pretty please can I cum onto your beautiful tits?'. Come on. Let me here you say it~"
James but down on his lip and shook his head, his mind slowly emerging from the sexual haze he had been forced into. He didn't want to feed into her perverse desires, but he couldn't ignore the throbbing ache in his loins. Would he give into his mother, or can he hold out?
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