Extremely Indulgent Tales

“Mother-Son Fun”

“Wakey wakey, darling! Time to get up!” Eric heard his mother sing from the door. The young brown hare's eyes flitted open, and he rubbed them. He rolled over in bed and looked up from the covers. His mother, Belinda, stood in the open doorway. She was a tall, curvaceous, beautiful hazelnut-brown bunny woman, and the white negligee top she had one was easily two sizes too small. The tiny garment barely contained her big, fluffy melons, and did nothing to conceal her scandalous bubblegum-pink panties! Panties that also did very little to contain all that bunny butt! She met his gaze and smiled. “Good morning, sweetie!”

“Morning, Mommy,” Eric groggily replied, one eye still stubbornly blurry. As he shifted in bed, his mother's gaze drifted toward a particular bulge in the sheets. Her eyes glazed over and she licked the drool off her lips. She walked in closer, not bothering to close the door. She climbed up onto the tiny bed and crawled on all fours up to meet her boy-cub.

“Give mommy a 'good morning' kiss~,” Belinda whispered, before puckering up and meeting his lips. Their moist lips slipped and sucked, their tongues twirled and danced, and the boy's light giggling was met by his mother's deeper, more hungry chuckling. Her massive buxom pressed against his chest and waist, as well as the growing bulge she had been ogling earlier. They broke the kiss, and a small strand of drool hung between them. “Such a good boy,” Belinda said in a breathy whisper. “Now, ready for the real kiss?”

Eric's eyes widened and he smiled. “Uh huh!” he said, nodding. His mother had barely waited for his reply before pulling the sheets down past his groin. The front of his tidy-whiteys were stretched tight and his waistband was ripping. With an expression similar to someone opening a wrapped present, Belinda gripped her son's undies and peeled them off. What came out was 11 inches of veiny, fat, juicy boy-cock! She hungrily chuckled again, and allowed herself to drool a little at the sight, which made Eric giggle. His giggling stopped, however, when his mother took hold of it and began her first long, slow lick up his shaft. She got to the top and planted a small kiss on the tip, before dipping down to snack on his big, plump balls, stroking his length at the same time. “Ohh... Uhhh~...” he moaned, already light-headed. It wasn't at all difficult to overwhelm the little guy, a fact his mother relished as she licked and sucked on his sac. By now he was hard as a rock, and she lifted her head up and over the impressive member. His face was flushed a bright red, and he looked just so cute from this angle.

“Buckle up, honey bunny,” she told him, “here comes your real good morning kiss~!” And then she was upon him! One hand on his balls, the other on his shaft, and her mouth suckling and slobbering over the head of his monster cock!

“Wuuh! Huuuh! Huaaah! Muuh! Momm-mmeeee~!” Little Eric's brain couldn't handle his mother's performance! The squeezing, rubbing, sucking, suckling, kissing, and every other word for it, was more than the young bunny's mind could handle. He couldn't see straight—when he could even open his eyes at all—and his hands gripped the bedding tight. His legs would have jerked and kicked if they weren't pressed firm against the mattress by her titanic tits. Belinda noisily feasted on her son's enormous baby-maker like a dehydrated woman supping on a popsicle! Her tongue wrapped around the head when she was kissing the tip, and lapped at his shaft when she inhaled his length. The hand she used to grope and fondle his big balls would occasionally wander up his chest and gently grip the tuft of fur growing on his chest. Inevitably, this sexual onslaught overtaxed the poor boy's stamina, and Belinda heard a familiar, panicked grunting.

She pulled herself off his cock and said, “is it time, baby?” She rapidly jerked his shaft!

“UH-HUH! UH-HUH!” Was all he could articulate, as his orgasm uncontrollably approached!

“Say it,” his mother demanded, “say it the way Mommy likes~!” She let down her tongue against his tip while she stroked.

“MY! BUNNY! BALLS! ARE! GONNA! BLOOOOW~!!” he shouted! Hot, thick cum shot out of Eric's huge boy-cock all over the hungry bunny-mama! Shot after shot of cock milk covered her face, flew down her throat, or drooled out the corners of her slack mouth. Her son bucked his hips and heaved his chest, failing to keep control of his muscles in the throes of his ejaculation.

Belinda cooed and chuckled—when she wasn't slurping and gulping—and placed a hand on Eric's red, sweaty cheek. “That's my boy~,” she said, her voice smooth and sweet. She sat up on the bed and licked herself clean, then turned to the panting rabbit and said, “now hurry and get in the shower, dirty boy. You still have school.”

“Y-... yes, Mommy,” he replied.

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The stove sizzled and popped as Eric entered the dining room adjacent to the kitchen, now dressed for school. His father, Jonathan, sat patiently at one end of the main table, reading a newspaper. Belinda was at the stove, making her husband breakfast. She had changed out of her seductive night attire and into a button-down blouse—which was still too small—and a loose skirt. Eric took a seat at the table across from his Father and waited. Shortly after, his mother walked over with a plate of eggs and bacon, and set it in front of Jonathan. “Thank you, dear,” he said, and began eating with one hand, while the other still held the newsprint in front of his face.

Belinda then walked up to Eric and said, “Hope you're hungry, sweetheart.” She climbed onto the table and sat her wide hips down where his plate would be. “Momma made your favorite~,” she sang, and pulled up the front of her skirt. She wasn't wearing anything under it, and she spread her legs, presenting a big, plump labia. “A big, juicy 'peach'~!”

“Yummy!” Eric replied with glee, and dove his face right in. He kissed and sucked on his mother's fat pussy lips not unlike the lips he had made out with just ten minutes ago. His little hands reached as far past her big hips as they could and squeezed her round, tender ass.

“Ahhh~! Ahahahmmm~! Mmmmn~!” Belinda moaned and giggled. “Oh! Such a hungry boy~! Ah~!”  She leaned back, one hand on the table, and stroked his ears with the other. She bucked her hips in toward the boy's face, shaking the table somewhat. All this went actually unnoticed by Jonathan, his view obscured by the newspaper he was still reading. Somehow, no matter how loud or rough they got, he remained absolutely oblivious to the scandalous, raunchy sex that these two had all the time. They didn't even necessarily need to use innuendos in front of him, that just made it more kinky!

“Ohh~! Oh baby!” Belinda groaned, her voice straining and her eyes squeezing shut, “I'm so cl- I mean, you're so close! You're almost done with your 'peach'! Keep going~!” Eric worked his tongue like a champ and felt his mother's thighs start to quake. It would be any minute now. The table rocked and shook as she thrust her groin at him, grinding on his face. Tableware clinked and fell over, and still, the father failed to notice!

Finally her voice caught and she grabbed hold of the back of Eric's head. Her hips shook and tensed, and her eyes rolled back in brain-busting bliss. After several seconds, she released his head, and he sat back in his chair. His face was red again, and glistening with her wetness.”Oh sweetheart~,” she began, still catching her breath, “you were really hungry, huh?”

“Yes, mommy,” Eric replied, wiping his face with the tablecloth. His mother slid off the table and onto his lap.

“Don't forget your milk, sugar~!” she said, and abruptly ripped open her blouse, scattering buttons everywhere. His eyes widened as she popped a perky nipple into his mouth. He happily sucked and kissed her fluffy jugs, gulping down her delicious milk. “Mmm, yeah. drink it all up~!” He supped on her other nipple, and then pulled back. A tiny burp escaped his throat.

“What do we say, young man,” Jonathan chimed in, in an uninterested tone.

“Excuse me,” Eric obediently responded, while nuzzling his face in his mother's cleavage.

“Good boy~,” Belinda cooed.

“Aren't you going to eat, too, dear?” Asked her husband.

“Oh, don't worry, Jonathan,” Belinda began, as she dismounted her son's lap, slid his chair back, and knelt down in front of him. “Eric's got my breakfast right here~.” She unzipped his bulging shorts and released his monster cock again. “His big, juicy sausage~!”

“Good on you, sport,” Jonathan said, not noticing his wife's loud slurping and son's soft moaning that soon followed. Belinda brought her mega-melons up and wrapped them around her boy's ridiculous rabbit-rocket while she sucked him off.

Eric gripped the seat tight and his head fell back against the chair, panting and moaning. “Muh~, Mommy. You're really.. hungry... too. Uhh~!”

“Mmnnn~,” she moaned through her nose, then pulled back and said, “I'm always hungry for your sausage, Darling~.” She planted a wet, noisy kiss on his tip and continued, “And your yummy 'cream filling'~!” She went back down on his member again.

“You'd better give your mother the cream soon, Eric,” his father intoned, “You don't want to miss the school bus.”

“Y-yes dad,” Eric replied, breathing heavy.

Belinda giggled and increased her pace. “That's right, young man,” she said playfully, “where's that creamy filling?”

“Ahh! Almost... Woah! Wuh! Almost... Ready... Mom! Huuh!” He stammered. His little hips began bucking against his mother's enormous buxom and his moans were getting higher and more panicked. His mother squeezed her giant breasts harder around his cock and bobbed her head up and down like a piston! Finally, the poor bunny boy came buckets in his delighted mother's mouth! He grunted and huffed, not bothering to quiet himself before his bafflingly oblivious father. Belinda dipped her head down deep, gulping and gleefully squealing through her nose in approval. After swallowing the last spurt, and emphatically sucking for more, she pulled up from her boy-cub's softening member and muffled a burp with her hand.

“Delicious, as always, honey-bunny. Thanks a bunch~!” she said. “Now hurry out the door. Your bus is nearly due.”

“Yes, Mom,” Eric replied, still catching his breath. He zipped up his pants and his mother wiped his sweaty face with a napkin from the table. Then he hopped off the chair and rushed out the front door. Belinda stood up and smiled, gently rubbing her visibly swollen belly.

“You know, hon,” the husband chimed in, “I could always make you some breakfast sausage, too.”

“Oh be quiet, Jonathan,” Belinda shot back in annoyance, “your pathetic wiener can't even begin to compare.”

“If you say so, dear.” he replied, unfazed.

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The front door opened as Eric arrived. “I'm home!” he called out.

“Welcome back, sweetie,” Belinda called back, “I'm in the living room.” He walked in to find his mother reclining on the couch, topless, and with her hand down her pink panties. “Hi, honey bunny,” she said, slow and breathy, “Mommy missed you while you were at school. I couldn't help but play with myself all day, and when I heard your bus pull up... Oh baby, I made a puddle~!” She brought her hand up to her mouth and sampled her juices. “Mmmm~. Be a dear and help Mommy out of her soaked undies?”

“Okay,” he replied enthusiastically, tossing his backpack aside. He walked up to the couch and Belinda lifted her luscious legs. Her son reached for the waistband and slowly pulled the damp fabric down past her wide hips. Then her thighs. Then off her feet. The young bunny then held the panties in one hand as he stared at his Mother's plump, glistening pussy.

“Go ahead, darling,” Belinda chimed in, “take a whiff~.” And Eric did so, taking a long drag from the dripping garment.

“It smells so sweet, Mommy,” he tells her.

“I'm so glad, baby. Now come up here,” she patted the cushion next to her, and lay herself down, “let Mommy to worship your baby-maker~.” The boy climbed up onto the couch and got onto her chest.

“Was that Eric coming home?” Jonathan asked from the back patio, as Belinda unzipped his shorts.

“Yes, Jonathan, now go away!” She sharply demanded while reaching in and pulled out her son's mega-shlong through the front his briefs. “Mommy needs her fix!” He wasn't quite hard yet, and his mother simply laid his meaty member on her face. One hand stroked and rubbed it against her face, while her other hand worked her clit like a stubborn itch! She moaned and kissed and caressed her boy's enormous woman-pleaser, muttering sweet nothings under her breath like, “so big,” and, “I need it.” Such treatment soon got Eric fully stiff and erect, and his hips involuntarily started gently thrusting. “That's my boy~,” Belinda smiled, “now plug Mommy's leak~!”

“Yes, mom,” Eric replied, breathing heavy. He got up and crawled to the other end of the couch, settling between her legs. His member bobbed and pulsed as he lined it up with her entrance, rubbing and teasing her fat lips with his bulbous tip.

“Oohhhh~, come on, baby,” his mother groaned, “fuck Mommy like the good slut she is~!” Eric pushed his huge cock against her hole, met resistance, then slipped inside. The bunny boy moaned in ecstasy as his mother's pussy gripped and squeezed his baby-maker like a vice. She in turn sang out in intense pleasure, feeling her nethers be practically split in half by her son's impressive instrument as it slid deeper and deeper. In the end, they could only ever get 9 inches of his pocket rocket inside her on a first penetration. The two of them remained still, breathing and moaning, until Eric began pulling back. She had a firm grip on his cock, but he managed to get enough room to start thrusting. First he went slow, drawing long, blissful moans from his bunny mama. Soon, though, he started thrusting faster, and deeper. Now the real fun began!

“Aaaahhhnn~! Ohhh! Oh Eric! Sweetheart! Ahh~!” Belinda called out to her boy, eyes rolling back involuntarily. Her huge tits shook and bounced, and Eric reached out to grab them. His young hands were totally insufficient to get a proper grip on her enormous jugs, but he could still squeeze and tease her nipples, much to her delight. The couch cushions jostled and the springs squeaked, and Eric grunted and moaned 'Mommy,' though it was barely audible over everything else. Jonathan should have been able to hear everything from the open back door, but it never fazed him. He never suspected that day after day, no matter the hour, little Eric was vigorously plowing his mother like a field in spring.

“Mmmhh! Huuh! Mommy! Haah!” Eric grunted and his face contorted with the effort he was putting into pounding his mother. His stupid-huge cock was also stupid-thick, and while his mother's pussy got wetter as they went on, it also got tighter.

Belinda, meanwhile, felt like her baby-boy's baby-maker was going to rip her wide open! It had long since poked past her cervix, slipping and sliding against the walls of her womb. This was of course rather painful—for about a minute—but soon the sheer volume of sensation served to overwhelm her senses, letting her completely enjoy having her pussy filled beyond capacity, not to mention his swollen balls lovingly bouncing off her ass! Every other thrust was met by gushing squirts of her love juices, matting their fur, dampening the couch fabric, and ensuring a very lubricated pounding! “AAAAH~!! Haaah! Hooh! Oh baby! Faster! Fuck Mommy faster~!”

“Nnnnggh! Nghhaah! Ahh! Mommy!” Eric replied, panting and grunting. Sweat fell from his face and stained his shirt. He released his mother's humongous breasts and he watched, entranced, as they rapidly bounced back and forth. He brought his hands under her legs and lifted them up so his head was between her knees, and pounded his mommy faster.

“Oh fuck yes! Just like that!” Belinda cheered, her breath fogging the air. She arched her back, which made her giant jugs jiggle even more erratically. The cushions of the couch, moist from sweat and sexual fluids, slid and shifted out of place, and the throw pillows fell to the floor. All was going as usual for an after-school fucking, up to and including the stiffening and throbbing of her son's monster cock!

“Muh! Mommy! MOMMY!!” Eric whined, hugging his mother's legs to his chest tighter as he humped with all his strength!

“Oh sweetheart! Yes! DO IT!!” Belinda shrieked, wrapping her legs around her son's back. She clutched her bouncing breasts and squeezed hard in anticipation of what she knew happened next. “Cum in Mommy, honey-bunny! FILL MOMMY UP!!”

“YES MOMMY!” He yelped back, as his little hips thrust his rabbit-rocket as deep as they could! His body tensed and shook as he emptied his twitching bunny balls inside her. Belinda cried out as his warm, thick seed flooded her womb well past its limits. Her abdomen developed quite a lovely bulge, as if she were already 12 weeks expecting! However, being on birth control, she didn't have to worry about that, and could simply enjoy feeling her belly balloon outward, full of her favorite lover's baby-batter!

After a few minutes of heavy panting and affectionate moaning, Eric slowly pulled out of his mother's overfull pussy, and she quickly clamped a hand over her hole. As astonishingly ignorant his father continued to be, he wouldn't question how semen stains got on the living room couch. She simply loved walking around full of her son's cum. Without a word, they exchanged loving kisses, and sat up on the couch. Eric gathered his backpack and his mother's sopping-wet panties and went upstairs Belinda followed after him, still holding her crotch, and immensely enjoying making her belly slosh and bounce up each step. The boy passed by his parents' room and tossed her garment into the open hamper, and strolled on to his room. His mother headed straight for the bathroom and closed the door. She flung open the toilet seat, sat, then spent the next hour or so rubbing herself as her son's handiwork flowed out into the bowl.

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Belinda and Jonathan sat on the couch—the same couch on which Eric had given her a vicious fucking some hours earlier. The TV was on and showing some dismally boring news reel. Belinda got up from the couch and said “I'm gonna get a drink from Eric,” and turned to walk upstairs before adding “I'm gonna pull down his pants and get a big, gooey drink.”

“Alrighty, hon,” Jonathan replied, unconcerned. He kept observing the monotonous news garbage and momentarily reflected on just how much time his wife and son spent together. He was pleased that they seemed to be getting along. Sounds of slurping and moaning echoed down the stairs through Eric's open bedroom door. It was just barely audible over the TV, but Jonathan didn't hear it. The minutes dragged on, and he wondered how long this 'drink' would take to get. It never occurred to him to wonder what the drink was, or why it specifically involved his son, or his son's pants, and soon the thought was out of his mind altogether.

The slurping grew louder, and the bunny boy's groans and grunts could now be easily heard in the living room. “Muh! Mommy! Mommy, I'm gonna BLOW!” he yelped, his voice breaking. Jonathan should have definitely heard that, but it went in one floppy ear, and out the other, as did his wife's pleading for a 'huge load.' “Huuh! HUAAAH! HNNGGGGAAAAH!!” The boy cried out in ecstasy, and his wife noisily gulped and swallowed something. None of this bothered Jonathan. Nothing ever seemed to bother him. Not even the sight of Belinda provoked any thought whatsoever. Her shirt was stained with a milky substance and her abdomen made an audible sloshing noise. He just kept watching TV, as if there was no reason to think his son just dumped an incestuous nut in his wife's gullet.

“How was your drink, dear?” Jonathan asked.

“Mmm~... Warm, thick,” she said, in a satisfied tone, then spitefully added, “and so much better than yours.”

“Good, good,” he replied, absently.

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Jonathan looked at the timer on the stove. Dinner was almost ready. He left the kitchen and walked upstairs. Even at the foot of the stairs one could here Eric and Belinda going at it in the bathroom. She sat the bunny-cub down on the toilet, turned around, and proceeded to bounce her phat ass on his cock for around twenty minutes. Though the rhythmic bumping, grunting and expletives echoed down the hall and stairs, Jonathan ignorantly walked up and knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey you two,” he called through the mere inch and a half of wood between him and their steamy incest. “Dinner's almost ready!”

“FFF~! Fuck! Off! Jona-than-Nn-Nn!” Belinda replied while still slamming her butt down on her bunny-boy, “Eric's. Gonna. 'Come.' Any. Minute. Now!”

“Actually, muh, mom,” Eric interjected, “I'm 'coming.' Right. NOW!”

“Oh fuck! FUCK! YES, BABY! MOMMY'S COMING TOO! OH YES! YES! FUCK, SHIT, FUCK, FUCK!!”

“Okie dokie, just making sure,” Jonathan replied, his voice inaudible to the other two over their orgasmic screams and shouts. As he walked back down the stairs, Belinda and Eric simply leaned back against the porcelain as her abdomen swelled with his seed. She wouldn't drain it this time. Instead, she'd plug her snatch with a toy and attend dinner, proudly flaunting her belly full of semen at the table.

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Dinner passed uneventfully, Belinda's cum-heavy stomach going typically unnoticed. After everyone left the table, She went back up to the bathroom and relieved her burden, while Eric helped his father with the dishes. Next Jonathan and Eric wished each other goodnight and went upstairs as well. Eric went into his room and took off all his clothes, throwing them in his hamper. He then sat on his bed and stroked himself, waiting. Jonathan entered the master bedroom and got undressed to his boxers. He then took his extra-strength tranquilizer pills Belinda made him get prescribed for, and crawled in bed. He was out in minutes. In the meantime, after she was nice and empty, Belinda entered the same room and went to the closet to change.

After a little while, Eric saw his mother in his doorway. She was in super-kinky, pure-white honeymoon lingerie, complete with crotch-less panties, open bra, wedding veil and red rose garter. Wordlessly, she beckoned him with a finger to follow her, and they both walked into the master bedroom. She climbed onto the king-size bed and helped her son up after her. None of this movement roused Jonathan from his drug-induced slumber. He was about sleep through everything. Belinda reached into a bedside end-table drawer and pulled out another bottle of pills she mad her so-called husband acquire. They were maximum-strength male sexual enhancers, advertising extreme increases in stamina, penile rigidity, and semen production. They were intended for large scale orgies, but Belinda saw a better use for such a deliciously excessive drug. Eric had no school tomorrow, so they were going to fuck all night long, again and again, until they just couldn't fuck anymore.

Belinda popped one of the neon-blue devils into Eric's mouth, which he swallowed obediently. While they waited for the drug to kick in, the young bunny cub laid down on his back, and his mother crawled over to gently sit her giant butt on his face! His little hands caressed and squeezed her massive cheeks, and his tongue danced and lapped at her juicy pussy. Belinda giggled and cooed, unafraid of disturbing her catatonic spouse. “Mmmhmhmhm~, Oh! Ohohohahaha~! Oh Eric, Darling~!” She lifted her wide hips off his face just enough to let him breath, “Do you have something to say to Mommy~?”

“I love your big fat ass, Mommy!” he said aloud, face flushed and sweaty, “please sit on my face again!” And so she did, this time gently rocking and grinding on her boy.

“Good boy~. Mmm~. I'm such a lucky lady to have such a- Ah~! Dutiful son~.” She said. His mega-boner was standing up in the air, rigid, veiny, and already starting to leak. She took the shaft in both hands and gave it a light squeeze. Hard as iron! “Ooohh~... Very good boy~.” She dismounted her son's face and laid down next to him, propping her head up on the sleeping father. “Come jerk it for Mommy,” she told him. He got up and crawled over to her, straddling her well-cushioned chest. He then grabbed his huge member with one hand and stroked it up and down, right in her face. “Thaaaat's it~,” she muttered, her eyes crossed, focusing on his boy-meat. She let one hand play with her soaked pussy while she took in the sight of her baby boy working his baby-maker right before her eyes. “How's it feel, honey bunny? Is it hard?”

“Its so hard, mommy!” Eric whined, his face anxious, “its hard and stiff and...” He started breathing heavy and lost his train of thought, obediently jerking his cock in her face.

“I bet it is~. Now let Mommy have a taste~.” She said. Eric got off her chest and stood on the bed, while she sat up cross-legged. Eric gently grabbed her head as she grabbed his hips and began swallowing his cock. Belinda made a deliberate effort to make loud, obnoxious noises as she slobbered all over her son's member, knowing they need not fear being discovered. She relished the taste of her son's rock-hard penis against her tongue as he whimpered and groaned. Her crotch was soaking the bedding between her thighs.

“Mommy. Please! I need to put it in~!” he whined again.

“Mmmn~!” came her reply, before she took his boyhood out of her mouth and more coherently responded with, “Okay, sweetheart, come give it to Mama~!” She turned around and got on all fours, bending over Jonathan's sleeping body. Eric came up behind her and rubbed his cock between her big, round cheeks before lining himself up and pushing straight in! Belinda was so moist he barely had to push to slide deep inside, and the heat of her womanhood drove him crazy. Almost immediately he went full throttle, slamming her balls deep over and over!

“AAHHH~!” Belinda screamed, her eyes rolling back. She loved it when Eric cut loose, letting his raging hard-on dictate their pace. When he made her double-wide derriere jiggle and ripple with every rough impact. When his balls—oh~! His juicy, always-full balls~—slapped her aching clit! When he—SMACK—“AH~!” spanked his naughty, naughty mommy~! And the only thing to make all of this even better was seeing her stupid husband's sleeping face. Sometimes she wished he'd wake up and see them, see their son fucking her like a champion.

Eric pulled away from his mother's dripping, needy pussy and blew the first of many heavy, thick loads all over her big, beautiful ass. Belinda rolled over, propping her head on Jonathan's chest and spreading her legs wide for her boy. Without preamble, he plunged into his mother's welcoming pussy, drawing a long howl of pleasure from both of them. “FFFFFUCK! Yes~!” Belinda screamed, and turned her head as if to address her spouse, “see that, you fucking trash? See your boy fucking me like a real man~?!” Jonathan continued to sleep soundly even as his wife taunted and jeered him, and her shoulders rocked against him, propelled by their drug-crazed son's mighty endowment! “AAAAA~! He's so big and thick! And his balls never run out! Do they, honey bunny~?!”

“No, Mommy!” He replied, thrusting madly into her. Telling Eric to slow down or be gentler would be pointless. The poor boy's cock ached for relief, as fast, hard, and deep as possible. And his mother wouldn't have it any other way!

The first hour passed... Then the second... The Third... They fucked all over the bed, all over the room, reveling in their carnal excess. Eric's head and shoulders repeatedly shoved against his father's side as Belinda hopped and bounced and humped his boyhood silly! They gripped each others hands with entwined fingers. Her jumbo jugs and sloshing belly jostled as she rode her favorite lover's fuck-stick. They were drenched in sweat and various other substances, and the bedding was damp and sticky. Finally, Belinda dismounted from her son, letting his baby-batter simply gush out of her, and laid back on the pillows against the headboard of the bed. Eric climbed and straddled her quickly shrinking belly and placed his pulsing member between her breasts. Wordlessly, his mother squeezed and shook her melons along his shaft until he huffed, puffed, and blew his last load all over her face. He then slumped over and collapsed next to her, and they embraced in cozy, sloppy affection.

They passed out almost immediately, covered head to toe in their sins. Their lustful aroma hung in the air like a fog, and the bedding was positively ruined. All of this would, of course, go completely unnoticed by Jonathan, once he woke from his artificially uninterrupted slumber the next morning. He'd see his wife and son and feel the same familial affection, regardless of their unmistakable adultery. He'd diligently launder the bedding and clean the carpet, never wondering how it got so thoroughly soiled. Eric and Belinda would continue to copulate like mad animals, day after day, and Jonathan would live life as he always had, without a care in the world.