Pudding

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A/N: ok... so this is still part of my do-horrible-things-to-justin phase... this is just full out smut/comedy between justin and his mother. Why do it you ask... well, one, there is virtually every pairing on this site you can think of, but not this one, and two, nobody else seemed to want to volunteer for the gig... now i know why. LITERALLY, i gagged about five times before i had to make it about david h. and maria b-c... then just use the good old word substitute to fix it...

YOU'VE BEEN WARNED... if you value your sanity, you'll stop right here and hit that handy 'back' button... but if you're kinky enough to continue... well then, this Bud's for you...*gags*

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Disclaimer: Like all the rest...Don't own WoWP, etc, yadda, yadda, yadda... here we go... *gags* damn it!

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It was your typical afternoon in the Russo household. Justin and Max were outside on the terrace entertaining themselves with an enthralling game of paintball, laughing like idiots when Max managed to shoot a pigeon. The pigeon was fine... a little confused and pissed off maybe, but fine.

Alex was out shopping with her best friend, Harper, who had somehow managed to convince Alex that "grapefruits are SO in this season"...

Theresa was busily starting dinner for the evening, desperately trying to avoid listening to the racket coming from the terrace, knowing that once her husband Jerry got back, he'd have a conniption fit that would most likely lead to a stroke... she needed the plausible deniability, ok?...

She was just about to open the fridge to pull out some lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and other assorted veggies... something healthy for a change... when she heard her oldest son Justin screaming from outside. That got her attention.

Max came crashing in through the balcony door about to sprint for the stairs when he noticed his mom eyeing him suspiciously. Naturally, he decided it best to play it cool, and after tripping over his own untied shoelace, he started whistling a nonchalant tune, casually strolling toward the stairs, tipping his imaginary hat to his mom, and followed it with a hardy "G'day, ma'am."

"What did you do, Max?" Theresa asked folding her arms in front of her, furrowing her brow.

"Uh... Ha! Good one, mom." he said, rubbing his neck. "I almost didn't get it."

"It wasn't a joke, Max." she stated, shaking her head. "I heard Justin yelling outside. What happened?"

"Weelllll... Ok, but you gonna laugh when it tell you... It IS pret-"

"Out with it, Max!" Theresa interupted.

"I sort of shot Justin in the nuts with a paint ball... so..." Max looked around nervously before spotting the front door of their loft. "See ya'!" He yelled over his shoulder has he bolted for the door.

"MAX- Ugh, what am I gonna do with that kid? Aye dios mio!"

Theresa made her way out to Justin, who was currently in the process of 'goin' fetal' and sighed when she saw her son curling up on the ground. "C'mon, Mijo, let's get you to your room and I'll get you some ice for your..." she said, flailing her arm in the general direction of his crotch, "stuff."

"Thanks, mom." he replied, his voice several octaves above normal.

Once she got him upstairs and into bed she told him she would run downstairs and get him an ice pack, instead, returned with a bag of frozen peas... its not like anyone but Justin would eat 'em anyway, so they tended to last a while.

"Here, put this on your damaged juevos," she told him, reaching out her arm to give him the peas, "and I'll be back in an hour to check on you. "Ok, thanks, mom" Justin replied weakly. "You're welcome, sweetie." she said, glancing at his crotch.

Theresa came back to Justin's room in about an hour just like she promised. She noticed that he had made himself more comfortable by slipping out of his shirt and jeans and was laying, spread-eagle, on his bed with nothing but his boxers and socks on, with a half-used bag of frozen peas over his nuts.

"How are you feeling, honey?" she asked sweetly. "Better. Still a little sore but... better." he replied with a smile on his face.

"That's good. Now, let me take a look." Justin looked at his mom quizically for a moment. "What?"

"What nothing. I want to have grandkids someday so I need to make sure nothing's broken." she stated firmly.

"O...Ok?" He wasn't really certain about what was going on but he'd secretly had a 'thing' for his mother ever since he started taking psychology classes... Currently, Sigmund Freud was the topic of discussion... What a douche, he thought, Freud wasn't even close with this whole 'wanting to bang your mother thing'... wait, what? He thought to himself.

He started to reach his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers to pull them down but his mother beat him to it. "You still shouldn't move, Mijo, let me help you." she offered.

She sat on his bed and grabbed the hem of his boxers and started to pull them off, while Justin lifted his hips to make their removal a little easier. Throwing them over her shoulder she looked back and Justin's scrotum, and smiled as she eyed his penis, letting her eyes graze over its length. "Hmm... you definately didn't get that from your father!" (A/N: this is the point I started trying to stifle the vomit and had to switch up the characters...)

Justin's whole body flushed a deep red. Such a nice thing to say... sort of. "Th... thanks, mom."

"Now let's see..." Theresa swung her legs up onto his bed and leaned an elbow between Justin's legs onto his bed support herself. She reached out her other arm and gently grasped his cock and lifted it out of the way, moving her face closer to examine his balls, smiling as Justin let out a soft moan.

"One IS significantly larger than the other one." She replied, gently massaging her son's dick, licking her lips as she felt it harden under her soft touch. "Want mommy to kiss it and make it better?" She asked seductively , feeling the heat pool between her legs.

Justin swallowed, hard, his mouth feeling dry, "Yes, please."

"Ok, Mijo," she told him, "Why don't you slide back a little bit and give mommy some room to work." He did as he was told and slid back on the bed, frowning as his mother released him from her caress. But his smile returned when she laid down on her stomach between his legs, her face only inches from his stiffened cock.

She looked up at him and winked, and taking his injured testicle gently in her left hand, brought her head down and gave the right one a lingering kiss. "How's that, honey?" she asked.

Justin let out a soft moan as she took his member with her free hand and began to stroke it slowly, up and down. "It's better, but it still hurts a little." Still stroking him, she smiled and put her face back between his legs, gently sucking his injured testicle into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl cautiously around it, illiciting another moan from her son.

"Better?" she asked in that same seductive tone. "Yeah," he let out breathily, "...but the other one got hit too, I think."

"Then let me help you with that one too." Her grip tightened around his shaft as she pumped him faster, enjoying the moans, and labored breathing of her eldest child. She ducked down and took his left ball into her mouth, letting her tongue dance around it with more fervor, knowing this one wouldn't hurt him. Justin couldn't stop the giggle escaping his lips as she released it from her warm, wet mouth, with a satisfying 'pop'.

She looked up at him and smiled, slowing her strokes slightly, and raised her left eyebrow suggestively. "Anything else hurt?"

"Ye... oh, god, yes... my... um..." he breathed out between moans. Theresa laughed coyly at him and slid further up the bed, positioning herself over her son's erect shaft. Justin looked down to see why her strokes had stopped just in time to see his mother's mouth engulf his hardness.

He threw his head back and gasped as her tongue danced around his tip and licked his slit, and he could see why his dad was still married to her after all these years of 'constant nagging' as she removed her hand and took all of him into her mouth. He felt himself bottom out in her mouth but let out a loud moan as she forced herself down further, bending Justin's head ever so slightly as it slid down her throat.

"Oh my God. Where did you learn that?" he asked, surprised at his mother's newly discovered talent. Slowly she slid him out of her mouth, pressing her lips together tightly on the way up. "Sword swallower..." she shrugged, "in a past life. No gag reflex comes in pretty handy dontcha think." she said with a wink. "No kidding!" Justin replied excitedly.

She took him back into her mouth, bobbing up and down at a much faster pace, smiling as she heard her son's breath start to hitch as his toned body began to quiver. "Mom, I'm about to... oh, God,... I'm about to cum..."

She released him for a moment but continued to stroke him with her hand at a somewhat slower pace. "Good, Mijo, I need to make sure everything's still hooked up ok." Immediately she placed her mouth back on him, sucking at her previous pace. The warm wetness combined with the soft slurping sound of his mother's mouth on his cock was too much for him to take anymore.

He groaned loudly and grasped his sheets as the tension in his lower regions released like a coiled spring. Theresa felt his cock start to pulsate as load after load of his white hot seed spilled into her mouth. Justin looked to his right and into the mirror at his mother and could see her throat convulsing as she eagerly swallowed every salvo he fired.

Coming down from his high, he felt her grip the base of his shaft firmly and sighed contentedly as she inched her hand up, milking his cock of any remaining cum. Satisfied that she'd retrieved every drop, she released him from her mouth and smiled up at him. "Looks like everything's working just fine!"

She stood up from his bed, and glanced at his softening dick, licking her lips, "Mmm, Mmm, Mmm. You definately did not get that from your father." she said with a grin.

"Thank you sooo much, mom!" Justin said enthusiastically. "You have no idea how much better I feel."

"Oh, you're welcome Mijo. Anything for my favorite son." She put her finger to her chin, thinking, "I've got a great idea... How about I get you some pudding?"

Justin eyed his mother curiously for a moment, "What for?"

"Oh, you'll see." She said, with a big grin on her face. "Oh, and while I'm out, I gotta remember to pick up some 'special lotion'" she said in air quotes.

"What? Why?"

"Oh, no reason." she said offhandedly, turning to leave, "I just get a little dry down there sometimes."

"Wait, what!

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A/N: oh my god... that was *gags*... i can't believe *gags*... if you managed to read through that without feeling the need to hurl, congrats... after typing it up, i couldn't bring myself to read through it again... the urge to hurl was too strong... so its probably full of type-os and plot holes... not that one was really needed anyway... worst part... its not over yet... that's right... chapter 2 us upcoming... this time with the full "dirty dirty" so to speak... *vomits* damn it!