Extremely Indulgent Tales

“Mother-Son Revelations”

“Bel, darling?” Jonathan called out though the kitchen window, busy with dishes “you okay out there? You're making quite a racket.”

“Just fi-AH! Fuh-fuck! Fine, Jonathan~!” Belinda shouted back, her speech impaired by her son's unrelenting pace. “Eric's Giv-iv-iv-ing-ing-ing his Muh! His Moo-o-om-m-my a real-l-l-l-ly good massa-a-a-age~!”

She could tell having to go grocery shopping early—missing his morning wood and breakfast blowjob—left Eric pent up like a clogged pipe! Greeting him at the front door after school, the mother bunny could tell it was all he could do just to walk straight. Her poor bunny must have had to attend classes at half-mast and with blue balls all day! As soon as they were inside and closed the front door, Belinda led him by the hand out to the back yard. It was spacious and equipped with everything from a roofed patio to a pool and hot-tub. Without a word, she started ripping off her clothes, tossing her modest button-down shirt to the ground, quickly slipping her dress-skirt down past her legs, and bending over to give her son a good, clear view while she pulled off her panties.  Eric followed her example, undressing down to his overstretched underwear, intuiting that she wanted to remove that herself, and they both arrived at a long fold-out lawn chair laying next to an edge of the pool. His mother guided him up to sit against the raised back of the chair, while she got on all fours in front of his bulging undies. Pulling the barely-intact waistband out and over his cramped monster cock, Belinda wasted no more time before wrapping her big, red-painted lips around Eric's boyhood. What followed was a blur of lust, loud voices and ecstasy that eventually led to the young hare jack-hammering his mother's very happy pussy while she lay back on the lawn-chair, being jostled by her son's ridiculous rod!

“Glad to hear it,” the husband answered, oblivious as usual, “Hey, Eric! Remember to get nice and deep with your movements. Oh, and don't be afraid to push really hard. Your mother can take it!”

“Sh-sure thing, Dad!” Eric grunted back, genuinely aroused further by his father's unintentionally appropriate encouragement. Inspired, he slowed his pace somewhat and focused on pumping his meat deep and hard into his mother. Yelps and shrieks of pleasure rewarded his efforts, and Belinda allowed herself to reluctantly feel gratitude toward her otherwise worthless spouse.

Her spiteful inner-monologue was interrupted when she felt her lover's giant meat pole jump and throb insider her. Belinda felt a thrill of anxiety as she couldn't decide if she wanted to feel that backed-up nut violently expand her belly, or completely spoil her appetite with a warm, gooey, delicious baby-batter-bath. That last thought decided the matter, and just as she felt Eric's pace begin to accelerate, she cupped his face in her hands and told him, “wait wait! Pull out, baby! Mmm~! Mommy wants it all over~!” She could tell it was a cruelly difficult instruction, seeing the need to cream in his mommy's pie written all over his face, feeling him thrust still faster and faster. For a moment she was worried he wouldn't be able to resist the demands of his aching balls, but like the good boy he was, he did as his mommy asked. With herculean willpower, the young, stupidly-well-endowed hare steadily withdrew his mega-boner from his mother's greedy pussy with a loud and sloppy 'schlllp-flopfth!'

Belinda moved quickly—seeing the veins in her son's member grow and throb—sitting up in the chair and holding out her hands. Eric—heart racing in his chest, already feeling muscles in his member contract and convulse out of his control—hurriedly stood up on the chair and moved closer to his mother, letting his big, visibly-trembling balls rest on her huge rack while she swiftly grabbed and woman-handled his mighty meat pole. She had just enough time to get a few strokes in and hear her adorable son call out for his mommy one last time before splashing her in the face with his impatient spunk!

Thick as yogurt and warm as oatmeal, whatever boy-cum that Belinda didn't eagerly catch in her mouth covered her face, hair, shoulders and breasts, sticking in viscous layers and wads. Eric's voice fell to a low, deep grunt, rhythmically aligned with each spasmatic discharge of his cum. His mother never stopped working his huge dick, her fingers maintaining a firm grip on the pliant flesh, squeezing and milking him. Belinda greedily tongued her son's bulbous cock head, lapping up and slurping down as much of her little boy's yummy bunny cum as his still-twitching balls could give her. She closed her lips around the tip and sucked her cheeks gaunt, causing the exhausted bunny boy's knees to wobble, his eyes to roll back, and his arms to brace upon her shoulders. Finally, the cum-hungry bunny-mama released his boyhood with a loud 'pop,' tilted her head back to gulp down the last of her hard-earned loads, and let out a mighty, crass, satisfied burp. Their eyes met, and she parted her gummed-up lips to say something.

“Ummm, excuse me?” The parent and child froze, recognizing the voice as not belonging to any of their family. They slowly turned their attention to the fence bordering their house's left side. The voice, in fact, belonged to one of their neighbors, a casually dressed tan labrador woman. What was her name? Helga? Harmony? Whatever her name was, she was looking right at them! She could see EVERYTHING! Belinda's naked body—drenched in semen from the tits up—her hands holding Eric's mythical-sized penis, her lipstick all over his face, neck, chest, balls, thighs and of course all over his cock! Thick globules and runnels of what was undeniably the young hare's seed oozed and ran down his mother's face, covering an eye, and ending in long, slow, unbroken drippings off her cheeks, her chin—and a real stubborn one hanging off the tip of her nose—all in plain view of this sudden eyewitness!

“Haahhh... Hiiii....” Belinda started, her voice wavering and trying to find her name, “Helen...” She addressed Eric in a whisper “I thought you said they weren't home!”

“Th-Their car was gone...” he shakily whispered back, holding back tears of fright, “a-and their lights were out!”

“Ah...” Helen said, looking and sounding rather sheepish, “have I gone and interrupted something?”

The incestuous couple exchanged looks, then the boy responded, softly, “N-no, not really...”

“We... we were kinda done,” added the mother. They couldn't move, or even barely breathe. The air suddenly felt cold. Neither of them were certain of their futures beyond the next ten seconds.

“Okay, great,” their neighbor continued, seemingly unconcerned with the scene of explicit taboo in front of her, “Well I was just wanting to come over and ask if you two could maybe lower the volume of whatever you're doing. My daughter's home sick from school and trying to rest.” The rabbits' minds went blank, their mouths felt full of sand. All they could do was dumbly nod at their neighbor, who cheerfully said, “thanks, it means a lot. Toodles~!” Then she just... walked away.

Belinda and Eric remained cemented in place, dumbstruck. They turned to one another, eyes wide—one eye for Belinda—shock and revelation foremost on their minds. The boy-cub mustered up a voice first, “She... saw.”

“Yeah,” His mother agreed, “And she acted just-,”

“Like Dad,” they muttered simultaneously.

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Jonathan toweled off his hands after a job well done in the kitchen, then went to sit down in the living room. The window above the sink was open, and while it was at an insufficient angle for him to witness his wife play target practice with his son's BFC-9000, he very clearly heard everything that went on. He was unaffected, as usual, just as unaffected as when his sweaty, sticky, musky family members walked past him on their way to the upstairs bathroom. He heard them take a quite uncharacteristically short shower, after which they walked down to the living room again, still naked, just standing there. Jonathan glanced over at them from the TV for a moment, and said, “hey, gang,” impassively.

“Hello Jonathan,” Belinda replied, keeping her nerve. This was already further than they'd ever gone, she and Eric. Sure, in a world that made sense, their affairs would have been found out long ago, what with not bothering to be quiet, to cum literally being present on her body, to quite-blatantly showing off her son's sperm count in the form of her goo-filled belly! What they were about to do now, however, would either make or break their living wet-dream. “Do you notice anything different?”

Her husband turned to give a more attentive look to the two of them, and they almost imperceptibly stiffened under his scrutiny. After a few seconds, he finally answered, “Honey, I understand if you wanna turn me on, but should you really show that much fluff in front of the boy?” The fact that said boy was also naked next to his mother seemed to escape his consideration.

Belinda gulped hard before answering, “well, what better way to get his... dick... hard for... his mother to play with?” She kept a straight face and an ever so slightly defiant tone in her voice, but her heart was hammering and she was visibly breaking a sweat. But her anxiety was unfounded, as her husband merely took her adulterous, incestuous declaration without a word and turned back to the TV, apparently satisfied with her answer! The mama-bun let out the breath she had been holding, and spoke aloud to her son. “That's right, come along, Eric-sweetie. Come and let your mommy make love to you on the couch.”

“Yes, mom,” Eric said in his best calm voice, as he followed her to the couch. Jonathan was on the two-seater, and next to it was a cushioned sofa-chair meant for one. Belinda patted the single seat with a hand, and her boy-cub obediently climbed into it. They both spared a look at the Father, still watching TV, before the mother bent in for a kiss. She made every attempt to be noticeable, humming and moaning as she twirled her tongue with her darling boy's. They parted and he said, “you mouth tastes good, Mommy.”

“So does yours, baby,” she responded, getting into their usual rhythm. This was working? They're really getting away with it? Does this—whatever this is... power, ability, aura—even have a limit? Eric's cock wasn't about to miss the fun, growing erect between him and his mother, higher than the arms of the chair. She stroked his epic-long shaft as they continued making out, and he in turn grabbed handfuls of her enormous tits. “Mmm, you ready for mommy to give you a blowjob?” she asked, as much to her husband as to her son, “ hmm? You want mommy to suck your big cock, baby?” The younger bunny nodded, panting, while the elder rabbit might as well have not heard her. Further tempting fate, she directly addressed Jonathan and asked, “he's so much bigger than you, don't you agree?”

He turned to address her in kind, looking straight at her playing with their son's rod. After a few seconds he merely nudged an eyebrow upward, impressed, and said, “indeed he is,” and went back to ignoring them. With that, Belinda returned her attention to Eric's penis, and was convinced. They could get away with ANYTHING!

Ecstatic, she started stroking Eric with both hands, and decided to keep talking. “Yes he is. His dick stuffs this naughty mommy's cheeks so full! Full of delicious, hard, throbbing cub-meat,” her mouth began watering as she bragged, dripping spittle on the bunny's member, lubricating her strokes. “Haah~. I'm drooling all over our son's cock, hubby. I'm slobbering all over our little boy~! Ohh~! I can't wait anymore! Mommy's gotta taste her hunny-bunny's cock~!” And with that, Belinda dove right in, kissing and licking his tip while her hands stroked and twisted on his shaft. “Mmnlmnlm~! Mmm, such a yummy bunny~!”

“Huuh~! Ohhh, Oh mommy,” Eric moaned, gripping the arms of the chair. He panted and grunted as his voracious mother feasted on his boyhood, absolutely at the mercy of her appetite for his cubby cock! Her mondo-melons brushed and pushed against his legs, weighing them down even as they jerked from the pleasure. His cheeks flushed red and sweat slicked his fur from head to fluffy tail as he was besieged by the pleasures his mother was performing on him. “That's... that's so good mommy.”

She giggled and said, “why don't you tell your father how good mommy blows you, baby~?”

Eric angled his head slightly in Jonathan's direction. “Sh-She's amazing... Dad,” he started, huffing. “she ju-huuuh... just doesn't stop sucking til... till I'm dry! She's the bes- ohhh~! The b-best cocksucking mom ever!”

“Glad to hear it, sport,” he replied carelessly, “you be sure to thank her when she's finished.”

Eric looked back at his mother and grinned, “y-yes sir!”

“Mmmn~! Don't you worry, Jonathan,” Belinda chimed in, “our boy always shows his gratitude~.” She dipped her head down toward his balls, swollen and with veins popping out. “Right from these big, beautiful cum-factories in his undercarriage~.” She punctuated her words of admiration with a loud, wet kiss on her son's scrotum. Returning to her snack, it wasn't long before Eric showed the signs—breathing faster, voice getting higher, balls rumbling like thunder—and she started stroking faster!

“Mommy! I'm guh-! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!!” he yelped, raising his voice slightly. His glute muscles rhythmically tensed and thrust his groin upward out of his control! “Ah- Am I going in your mouth?”

Belinda showed a wry smile and said, “I think you should ask your father~.”

Barely holding back his orgasm, the young bunny couldn't even move to turn his head, and asked in a panicking yelp, “D-Dad?! Can I- ah~! I please cuh! Cum in Mom's mah! MOUTH?!”

“Alright, but don't make too big a mess,” Jonathan answered, taking a parental tone, as if he were granting an ordinary request.

With that, the mama-bunny closed her lips on her boy's baby-maker and went to town on it! Sucking and stroking and being as loud and sloppy as she could about it, more than enough to send the young hare over the edge. As soon as she did, her cheeks bulged outward as her mouth flooded with baby-batter—thick, warm and uniquely delicious—and she gulped down every shot! Belinda's eyes fluttered upward and her tail shook and wagged as her stomach began to swell with his seed. Eric huffed and moaned as his mother kept stroking and squeezing his shaft, thoroughly draining the anaconda that lived between his legs. Despite her best effort, some spunk managed to leak out past her lips and drizzle onto her breasts. Even after the countless times she's eagerly attempted to devour her son's ejaculate, she's never managed to beat the sheer volume and pressure his balls can dish out. After a few more strokes and sucks for good measure, Belinda 'popped' Eric's member out of her mouth and let out a burp, smiling as if victorious.

“Ahem...” Jonathan intoned.

“Thuh-... Thank you... Mommy...” The young hare huffed.

“Oh no, sweetie-pie,” his mother's smile widened, her hand rubbing her big belly,  “thank you~.” She stood up and walked over to stand in front of her husband and grabbed his hands. “Cop a feel of your son's handiwork, Jonathan,” she told him, her voice overflowing with spite and derision, placing his hands on her swollen abdomen. “Listen, do you hear it?” She gyrated her hips and bounced her waist, making the liquid in her belly 'slosh' and 'toongk' plenty loud enough to hear. “That's the sound a woman makes when she's truly satisfied! Something you never accomplished~!”

“Yes dear,” he replied, an almost imperceptible exasperation carrying his words, “now can you get out of the way? I'm trying to watch TV.”

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Eric breathed hot and heavy as his big cock was slowly massaged up and down in the light of the Fall sun. Belinda used both hands to sensually stroke and caress her little man's super-sausage after she laid him down on the extra large picnic towel they brought out to the front lawn—after a nice, long, loud and very bumpy shower, following the events in the living room. Nervousness and hesitation were no longer considerations for our bang-bunny incest couple, as they swiftly got used to this newfound, unlimited freedom. Belinda sat straddling her lover boy's chest with her bombastic bunny-buns as she worshiped his rod, drool pooling at her lips not unlike the shiny bead of precum glistening on his tip. She leaned forward and dipped her tongue in for a sample of the sugary-sweet nectar, making her hips shiver. Eric occupied his time merely panting and taking in the all-encompassing view of 'Mount Motherload,' gently rubbing his hands over her luscious cheeks!

The street out in front of their house was not at all unpopulated. Cars drove past, pedestrians and cyclists scurried to and fro, and almost all of them unambiguously noticed the butt-naked bunnies. They most often grew red in the face at the sight, some staring without anything better to do, others biting their lip, as if hiding arousal. The most rational action came from parents with children, shielding their eyes. Grown women however, with or without children, tended to show rather indecent expressions on their faces—those accompanying young boy-cubs could be seen gripping the young boys' shoulders out of barely restrained lust-by-proxy.

Deciding such an audience deserved entertainment, Belinda lifted her giant ass and shifted it back and over and on to Eric's very ecstatic face, burying it whole. She then started really working his cock in her hands, squeezing harder and tongue-kissing its head. Her son's yelps and moans of satisfaction were all but muffled from under the hot, sweaty embrace of her bombastic butt! The veins in the young rabbit's shaft and balls grew bigger and more numerous, and his flesh firmly resisted against the pressure of his mommy's squeezing fingers. A crowd had gathered of the locals who had paused to watch—almost entirely female, teens and adults alike, the few exceptions being young sons, little brothers and babysat boy-cubs—their eyes were glued to the scene. Belinda could tell which women were staring at her boy's big balls because they were drooling, while the shaking knees denoted observers of his humongous log. Showtime.

Belinda lifted her great rear from her boy's red, sweaty, smiling face and shifted her position. She stood in a mid-squat over Eric's cock, teasing him and herself with his tip. She was sopping wet and burning hot, her pussy jealously aching—from her clit to her gluttonous womb—over being cheated out of an entire school day's worth of hot, thick, backed-up cub jizz! Eric grabbed bunches of picnic towel in his fists, anticipating the clamp of her vaginal muscles once she takes that first plunge. He didn't have to wait long before his mother slowly lowered herself onto his gigantic boyhood, singing out in unrestrained bliss for any and all to hear, drowning out his own moans of pleasure. An unmistakable bulge rose from just above her pelvis to deform a third of her abdomen, and she reverently rubbed her hands over her stretched form. The muscular vice grip of her loins came right on schedule, and Eric's core and legs tensed, raising his head and feet off the ground in response to the unbearable pressure.

And so they went at it. Belinda bounced, bounded and rode on Eric's supersized-supersoaker at a comfortable pace, getting into her usual rhythm. “Mmm~ Ahh~. AHHH~! OhhhfffFUCK~! Oh Eric, baby! Oh my big boy~! Fuck mommy! Fuck mommy hard!!” Her double-stuffed-marshmallowy tits wobbled and jiggled freely in the open air, whisper-quiet milk noises audible only to him and her. “Mm~! Oh, oh ohhhhhh~! Oh baby! Good boy! You're such a good boy for having a huge cock~! A huge cock for mommy to fuck~! Good boy, good good boy~!!” The cub stud huffed and puffed and moaned his little lungs out as his mommy's pussy gripped and slid and squelched on his monstrous member. His breath began to steam in the air and both of them starting sweating bullets. Sweat and various sexual juices ran down their thighs and down over Eric's bouncing balls, dampening the towel under and around his cute little butt and soon starting to pool.

Belinda leaned back on her son's smaller body, reaching back to plant her hands on the towel, allowing him a better chance to thrust. He didn't disappoint, bending his knees, planting his feet, and projecting his hips upward into his mommy's hungry hole. Her tits bounced more intensely with every movement and the bulge in her abdomen stretched farther outward than before. Her words of praise disappeared, replaced by screams of intense sensation and rough grunts of base pleasure. The tiny pool of fluids on the towel under Eric's pelvic region soon became a puddle and his his veiny, throbbing, sloshing orbs of baby-batter splashed in it when they weren't slapping his mother's pussy. As fantastic a display of affection and groin strength as it was, it soon overtaxed the younger bunny's stamina, and his legs and butt splatted back down into the puddle of their juices. Eric was drenched in sweat and huffed his exertion. “S-suh sorry, mom.”

After catching her breath, Belinda, also dripping sweat, slowly leaned forward and descended on his gigantic rabbit-rod, knees trembling with pleasure all the way down. “Thats, whoo~! That's ohhhhhkay, baby~. You did so good for mommy~.” She turned her head and just barely managed to meet his gaze. “You... you getting close?”

“Oh... oh yeah. Really, REALLY close!” The young bunny replied, and the swelling and rapid pulsing of his scrotum told her the same thing.

His mother cooed in approval, “oh you really are just such a good boy~! And you know what good boy's get to do, riiiight~?”

“Wha... what?” the bunny-cub asked, his already quickened heart pounding harder in his chest in anticipation.

The mama-bunny smirked. Though impeded from bending over—having a huge pocket rocket bulging out of her gut—she could still perfectly reach past her groin and his to grab a hold of his sweaty, veiny balls. She couldn't wrap her mature hands even halfway around the swollen orbs, and their sheer weight made her drool. “They get to blow their entire load boy-juice inside their mommy in front of the whole neighborhood~!” With that, Belinda got shaking! She jiggled and jostled and gyrated her boy's jizz-balloons while roughly humping and grinding his crotch. Eric's member stiffened in a heartbeat and his balls sloshed and gurgled, almost growling, as if like a sleeping beast being rudely woken from slumber. The young bunny stud couldn't form words as he moaned and yelped, losing control of his body. His voice was the same adorable panicking one he always had when he felt his loins about to let out their signature large, hot, viscous, jelly-thick, SUPER-DENSE PROTEIN PUDDING!

Suddenly, with one last loud gurgle, his poor burdened balls tensed, and his mother's belly began ballooning outward, flooding with splash after thick, sticky splash of cubby-cum! She brought her hands up to her expanding belly and sighed in bliss, then giggled in cum-drunk glee at so openly enjoying her boy's incestuous insemination! “Ahhhahahah~! Hah, haaahheeheheheh~, hehehe-Oh~! Oh my~! Oh, hohehehahaha~, Ah, oh, oh goodness~. Goodness Eric~. Oh hunny bunny~,” she spluttered, her voice was quieter and shakier, simply riding out the fireworks in her brain and womb. When the spunk tsunami finally appeared to be over, Belinda simply sat still on her boy's shrinking pole—baby-batter slowly leaking out of her from the no-longer filled space—and stared blankly in the general direction of their captivated audience. She idly rubbed her hands over her bulbous, overstretched cum-belly.  “God damn,” she whispered, “I love my baby boy~!”