(a/n Thanks for the reviews for my previous story, "A Face Only a Mother Could Love." This is the second in my little messed up quadrilogy. Just to give you a head's up, this story is about incest. Just thought you oughta know.
This chronologically precedes A Face Only a Mother Could Love by about a month.)
"...But the Bubble Gum Prince wasn't afraid. He knew that the Land of Chocolate was safe forever and ever." Sharon Marsh read to her son as he lay in his bed.
Although he didn't like to admit it, it was still a ritual for his mother to come and read a story to him before bed. He always kept this a secret from his friends. If Eric Cartman got whiff of this...
"Okay, thanks for reading to me mom. Could you please leave now?" Stan said impatiently. He had a hard-on and didn't want his mother to see it. Plus he wanted to take care of it as soon as possible.
"Jesus Stanley, I can't even read a book to you anymore without you snapping at me!" Sharon angrily said. She barged out of his bedroom door and shut it angrily.
"Wish she'd shut up," Stan said before pushing his pajamas down and masturbating. Although he didn't tell Kyle, Kenny, or Cartman, he was still a virgin. He knew ol' lard butt was still one, but Kenny and Kyle probably had already lost their virginity.
He imagined he was straddling Wendy and accidentally moaned. "Goddamn it! Got to be more quite," he told himself.
He resumed jacking off before changing it from Wendy to Sharon. He imagined himself humping his own mother! "Oh mom, oh MOM!" he ejaculated, getting his sheets covered.
"Stanley, what's going on!?" Sharon entered the room.
Sharon Marsh was able to put the evidence together herself. Her son's sheets were evident enough of what he was doing before she came in.
"Mom, I can explain!" Stan said, scared.
"You were thinking about me while you were jacking off?" Sharon asked. When Stanley didn't answer, she barked "Answer me!"
"Yes. I'm sorry mom. Please, don't tell Dad, or Shelley." he said, scared. What would happen if word got out? He would be called a pervert, Wendy might even break up with him.
"Don't be. Your father never fantasizes about me anymore," she said, closing in on him like a tigress her prey.
"Uh, mom?"
"He always stays in the bathroom and jacks off to the pretty little whores on magazine covers," she said, getting closer to him before she kissed him.
"Mom n-"
Sharon began fellating him. "Oh mom," Stan moaned, lost in the maze of lust.
He thought he felt his mom smile, but he didn't know. She bobbed her head up and down.
"Oh! OH!" Stan came in her mouth.
"Mmh, I'd say your bubblegum taste awfully good." Sharon said, she sat on his lap and Stan gasped once again, his already sensitive penis entered her vagina.
Sharon tore off her nightgown, leaving it in tatters. She didn't know how she would explain it to Randy. Frankly, she didn't care.
She wouldn't be surprised if Stan was all gasped out but he gasped again. The breast all his friends were fantasizing about were right in front of him. Without hesitation, he grabbed one of her nipples and suckled.
"Oh yes Stanley! Yes!" she shrieked as he thrust into her vagina. She moaned like an animal in heat until she came. Her orgasm overwhelmed her and she shrieked.
She fell over, panting, lying next to her tucked out son. "Randy... never... sent me over the edge like that before." these walls must've been pretty strong.
(a/n Like it? Hate it? Please review! I apologize if it's not as steamy as you hoped. I'm trying to be careful because I'm afraid I might overdo it and the story will get taken down.)