The air was warm, uncomfortably so, Nicole couldn't tell if it was radiating from her, or elsewhere in the room. Her mind was elsewhere however, trapped since last week arguing the same question to herself over and over. Every scenario, every explanation, every possible untwist to her twisted situation.
The taste.
It was like no other.
In the dim light, and gentle buzz of fluorescent lights she felt her toes curl up against the cold, wet tiles beneath her as she stared unblinking into the dark blue void of the door ahead.
It wasn't the first door she found her gaze trapped upon of late.
Three days ago
Watterson Residence
The house was silent. Richard taking Anais to School. Gumball out of the house on a visit to his 'friends' place. Nicole didn't know of his friends, or at least whatever friends he kept since leaving School. Instead, she found herself in the present company of the day's laundry. However, to be accurate, it was yesterday's laundry. Or to be perfectly accurate, it was Gumball's laundry, from yesterday.
It lay strewn at her feet, bare against the cool tiles of the bathroom, discarded. So carelessly thrown to the floor, Nicole would have a word to say with Gumball had he been the one to simply dump it there. She knew however he had not.
She stared at the Bathroom door, closed tight and locked, she wanted to sit, but she didn't dare sit upon the toilet, less she'd be judged by the reflection across from it. Her knees were weak, her core aching with heat. Since yesterday at the gas station, she hasn't been able to get the taste from her tongue... the stench from her nose.
When the memory came to her, the sensation of a filled throat, of her fuzzy cheeks, bloated with thick, salty cum, how hard she pressed her cunt against the hole, ready to be used... the squelch of her now ruined underwear was the only sound that could drag her from her adulterous adventure.
She slumped to her knees, finally breaking her view of the door as she buried her face into her arms, shivering as her swollen cunt dribbled her juices all over the bathroom floor, she wanted to cry, she wanted to moan, but all her body could do was-...
SNIFFFFF
She huffed deep, heavy, gasping breaths as she felt her maw, nuzzle into the dark fabric she had clutched tight to a paw. The sweaty aroma of old cum, and droplets of dried piss that clung to it filled her lungs with its mind-numbing flavours as her pussy clenched and another small gush of juices squirted free. His flavours. His taste.
Her number one fan's cock, tasted just like Gumballs underwear.
The slam of a door snapped her free from the memory. Glancing down she saw her skirt was hiked up, her paw stuffed between her thighs, burrowing furiously as her legs squeezed together, trying to fight herself off. She heard footsteps growing louder, and closer, passing the door before her. Instinctively she leant forward, quietly sniffing the air, it wasn't 'him' just some Rabbit wandering past, his footsteps growing quieter as they stepped through another creaking door, leaving Nicole alone in her stall once more.
Her brow furrowed. It was definitely a Rabbit, just like her Husband, Richard. Though she knew almost immediately it wasn't him, the air was just 'off', and Richard's scent was something she was all too familiar with.
In all her life of scents so varied and vile to the nose of a feline, she had never found two to ever be -exactly- the same. Not in her days at the factory, not in her lifetime as a mother, not even behind dumpsters, or under bleachers, with her rebellious teen lips, around a classmate's cock.
Everyone's scent was unique.
Two days ago
Watterson residence
The darkness of the room was broken only by the faint moonlight glow, seeping through the edges of the drawn curtains, the small green glare of the digital alarm clock upon the bedside table to her right, and in the distant corner of the room, the subtle, red blink of the hidden Camera mounted to the corner of their room.
The private Camera, for her biggest donator.
She didn't dare look at it, not tonight. Normally, she'd be in such various positions, exotic and downright acrobatic at times. Richard was a very lucky man to have a wife so dedicated to pleasuring a stranger on the internet that she would put herself in such compromising positions upon his cock.
She'd so very rarely these last months look him in the eye. Perhaps Nicole felt shame, to so effortlessly break their vows, and destroy their marriage's sanctity, all to make some money shaking her ass and sucking the cock of a stranger on the internet.
Perhaps she felt disgust, that for so long she had chained herself to this man, this mistake that has caused nothing but stress. Who hasn't made her cum in nearly 15 years. Who so carelessly endangers the family financially, forcing her to choke down cock in the bathroom of a Gas Station to pay it off.
Tonight, she felt. Nothing.
She had laid back, staring wordlessly at the ceiling, only an empty encouraging moan would seep through, the kind of encouragement you give to a kid who presented you with a shit drawing of three stick figures, you don't want to disappoint them, it'd be cruel, to be honest, so you just smile, hum and nod. Tonight it was an act to both appease and hurry along the huge manchild that was the Rabbit above her, clumsily thrusting his hips against hers, fucking her down into the mattress at an uneven, unsteady and altogether shallow pace.
She barely noticed any of it, not her Husband's moans of pleasure, not how she spread around his somewhat impressive yet woefully underutilized girth, the all too brief kisses upon her lips and cheeks. For a flutter, she felt regret. She loved this Rabbit, perhaps not as she once did, but he tried all the same.
Eventually, she rolled over upon her belly, stuffing her face against her pillow as her mind began to wander, all the while the Rabbit pressed down against her ass. Nicole's paw found purchase beneath the pillow, and in the darkness, she pulled upon what she grasped.
A deep, gasp arose from Nicole, spurring Richard on, believing himself to be the cause of her adorable shiver. What he was oblivious to in the dim light of the room was the pair of old, musky underwear Nicole had pressed tight to her face.
Her mind began to fade as the sensation of Richard's efforts was replaced by the raging scent of a feline. A strong, heavy cat pressed her down into the bed, her marital bed, fucking her, claiming the hole that belonged to her Husband, making her his. And with every huff of the boxers, the sensation grew stronger, her growls and purrs louder, she might have even begun thrusting back against him at a point, she didn't know, she was lost, opening herself to this imaginary stranger who was using her, putting her in her place and taking no orders.
She mewled aloud, biting hard into the balled-up underwear as she came, her thighs crushing down around the figure behind her, squeezing him tight within her tight, adulterous pussy, trapping him as she felt her belly begin to gently bloat, as steaming hot cum poured deep into her womb, flooding her body as his scent flooded her mind, her senses fading towards slumber as she felt a tickling kiss at the back of her ear.
'I love you, mom.' She heard Gumball whisper.
Her ears shot up, and she felt Richard again, pulling himself from her and collapsing next to her, the deep, heavy rumbles of his chest, and the gentle shaking of the bed. He was already asleep.
Nicole lay trembling, the underwear still clutched in her mouth, gagging her almost as she gasped for air, trying to calm herself down. Too lost in the moment, too much.
She scolded herself, pulling the underwear from her mouth and stuffing it down the side of the mattress, rolling onto her back, and gazing at the ceiling once more.
She felt again.
Cold, alone, the dribbling cum oozing from her cunt left her feeling 'used'. In truth that made her tingle a little more, being used. Yet still, she glanced to Richard and slowly sat upright, the glint of moonlight caught her, illuminating only a sliver of her Sapphire fur and well-rounded breasts. She sniffed the air, tasting herself, and Richard. A Rabbit's scent, and a Cat's scent. So familiar, so distinct, she'd never smelt another Rabbit like him... never have the scents of two people. Been the same.
Until now.
Her skirt was discarded now, thrown to the floor in a small wet puddle the contents of which were beyond her care just now. Her panties pulled down to her ankles, knees hiked up into the air as she sat back against the toilet. Locked in the stall, locked in her memories, three fingers plunging into her puffy pussy lips, squelching and squirting, the other grasping firmly against her breast, her shirt hiked up around her neck as she floundered and squirmed within the bathroom stall.
She had been in here for almost an hour, alone, trapped with the scent of men, cocks, balls, sweat, piss and even cum. It was a filthy place, and she was a filthy girl, it was a perfect match, she only wished she had brought -his- underwear.
She bit her bottom lip, stifling a cry as she arched her back, squirting hard and high, gushing a stream into the air, arcing between her knees and splashing down on the stretched, almost torn panties, straining around her ankles. She pulled her drenched paw from herself, slowly bringing it to her face, and with her gaze focused upon her ruined underwear, she slipped the digits into her mouth, suckling down on her own taste.
She felt a tear trickle into the salty suckling mess, her face would turn red if it could, the shame that struck her so overwhelmingly in that moment. Meeting a stranger in another bathroom stall, to suck and fuck her heart away in exchange for money. Now she sat waiting, fucking herself to the twisted idea that it was actually her very own son.
She should leave. But she had to know, she needed answers to these questions, questions what haunted her memories.
Yesterday
Watterson Residence
Her paws clenched tight against her mug of Coffee, she was staring again, she had been doing that often of late. Fortunately, nobody seemed to notice. Richard assumed it was some kind of game, the 'how long can you stare at something' challenge. Anais was in her own, self-contained world of isolation. She was at that age, and her fringe was at that length. She was probably just happy that Nicole was actually giving her space.
Gumball? Well, his needs were simple, food, electricity. And that was it. He barely left his room long enough to even notice who was in the house half the time, forget even knowing the time itself. Nicole continued her camera work, live streams were the only source of income for the house after all. Though she had noticeably cut back on the 'private sessions'. She expected some pushback on it, but it seems 'Candyboy8411' had no complaints. After all only a few days before he was balls deep in her throat.
"How'd it taste Mom?" Gumball's voice called out to her, snapping her away from another empty gaze.
Eyes wide, she glanced at him, her mouth slightly agape.
'You tasted wonderful...' cried a distant voice in her head.
"If you don't want it, can I?" It was only when she saw him pointing a fork towards her plate, still packed with bacon and eggs, that relief overwhelmed her. She shook her head and pushed the plate towards him.
"I'm feeling a little under the weather Gummypuss." She smiled softly, watching him continue feasting, glancing up every so often to glimpse the Clock.
'Only an hour left' she thought to herself, watching Anais now running around the living room, getting her schoolbag packed and ready for departure. Richard was likely upstairs, doing something similar based on the constant thuds and gentle shakes of the ceiling light.
She decided to go and help him, leaving Gumball to his platter as she walked for the stairs. She caught a glimpse of his reflection in the window. His gaze was following her as she walked, ogling his own mother's ass.
'Or perhaps he was just looking out the window?'
She dismissed the thought, the answers would come soon enough she hoped. She had a plan. And once the house was empty, and Gumball was at his "friends" she'd enact it.
Richard had nearly asphyxiated himself with the tie, forcing Nicole to slice it from his throat with a claw, another tie ruined, but thankfully, he had plenty spare. This was a regular occurrence, after all.
Eventually, he was suited, booted, and ready to wreak havoc upon whatever poor soul got in his path, on his daily trip to the school. This time, however, it was going to take a little bit longer. Gumball needed a ride.
Standing in the doorway, clad in her Rainbow Factory uniform she waved her family off, before finally slouching and closing the door with a heavy huff. "Go time." She muttered.
Beneath the stairs she opened the closet, within she found the breakers, and with a flick of the mains, she heard a thud throughout the house, power off. All rooms devoid of electricity, all lights, all appliances... all the Cameras.
If her suspicions were to be confirmed, and Gumball was, in fact, Candyboy8411, there would be no doubt that his room would have some Cameras of its own.
She confirmed this in a systematic sweep of his room, under the guise of 'Laundry'. She had the perfect alibi, established over many years of picking up his messes off the floor. No one suspected a thing. In her sweep of the room, she did in fact spot two Cameras, one at the door, and one by the computer.
'Perhaps they're just for personal security... can't be too careful.' another red flag, another excuse. Every excuse she made had a weaker, and weaker conviction behind it.
Turning off the Cameras may have been simpler, but if Gumball was able to remotely monitor them, he'd know immediately something was wrong, his Cameras would be down, and the others would be functional.
Power cut to the entire house, that could be passed off easily as an electrical fault. No one would be any the wiser.
The door to his room slowly creaked open, the soft scent of him still hung in the air, only it was quieter now. The Computer was turned off, thanks to the breaker. She couldn't access it, nor its contents now. They would have been passworded, she'd never have gotten them anyway.
She needed to find something else, something more tangible, something that could prove her suspicions or dismiss them. He never leaves the room, so if it exists, it has to be in there.
Stepping through the door, she sniffed the air once more, deeper this time, sampling it with every fibre of her senses. It overwhelmed her, Gumball's flavour.
Her gaze drifted towards the laundry hamper, famously empty with a few discarded bits of clothing strewn around it... she licked her lips, taking a step closer before a paw smashed across her cheek! Her own paw.
"Not now Nicole, come on!" She chastised herself aloud, kneeling to the floor steadily, crawling over to his wastebasket, searching through the scraps of paper and discarded snack wrappers. Through the drawers of his desk, pushing aside wires and stationary, a few scribblings about computer equipment.
She went for the Closet, the various boxes and chests around the room, Darwin's old bowl, nothing. She hesitantly checked the Hamper, poking around within it, under it, losing herself for a moment as she lowered her head into it. The sudden jolt of energy through her spine arched her back as the thought of Gumball's voice in her ear, last night shot through her mind.
She cast the basket aside, struggling to her feet before she rested herself down, sitting upon the bed behind her, clawing softly at the bedsheets. Kneading the fabric, calming herself down. Feeling hot, flustered, everything she couldn't be right now. It was in her now, the taste, the thoughts, the burn from below... she slid to the side, collapsing atop the bed as she took several deep, heavy breaths trying to maintain composure even still, she had a job, it had to be seen through, she had to have answers.
The bed reeked of his cum.
She mewled aloud as her paw tugged against her son's bed, pulling the blanket aside to reveal the bedsheet beneath, it was stained, blemished and in dire need of a clean. She knew exactly what the stains were, what mother didn't.
However, what mother did what Nicole found herself doing next? Knees upon the floor, arms strewn wide over the mattress as if her body, on autopilot, lowered her face against the filthy bedsheets, nuzzling her face against the dirty fabric, masking it with her scent, flooding herself with his, potent, bitter taste...
Nicole's throat was aloud with purrs as she felt the flavour wash over her mouth, drooling along the inside of her cheeks, the taste of cock in her mouth once more, -his- cock. Candyboy8411's cock. Gumballs co-
Her eyes opened, her tongue flat against the bed, lapping up one of the old cumstains that decorated it. She collapsed back, crawling up against the Closet behind her, flopping to her side and burying her face into her arms.
"What the fuck is wrong with you..?" She growled aloud, little more than a whisper. "He's your son!" She exclaimed, trying to convince herself more than anyone, "And I love him." She fought back, against herself, on behalf of herself.
A single tear dropped from her eye, as she huffed, lifting a paw to wipe it away, sniffing once more, calming herself.
'This isn't the time, or place to break down.' She steeled herself, sniffing... and sniffing again. Her head slowly craned down towards the floorboards, where a single teardrop rested.
SNIFF
She lowered her head, deep, intense huffing of the air, it smelled... of her, of her arousal, her body, her sweat. So faint, masked, buried...
She clawed at the edge of the floorboard, finding several groves already indented into the side of it, little claw marks, perfect to fit her own into.
Her heart slowed to a crawl, as the world around her fell silent once more, pulling on the floorboard and lifting it free of its housing. Within lay a black tin box, no markings upon it. Peeling back the lid of this box, she could feel a lump in her throat, almost choking her in dread, and yet anticipation. As the contents were revealed.
A large, and heavy, black fleshlight, laden with several buttons. She recognized it almost immediately. She had a toy with a design so very similar, except... her's was a gift from Candyboy8411.
'Whatever you do to it, I'll feel on mine.'
And here it was... and yet it was not the most damning of evidence, for that lay next to the Fleshlight. Layered one atop the other, with the lid peeled back and the contents exposed, the musky, stale air of Nicole Watterson rose from the box, from a layer of vanished, missing, stolen and otherwise claimed trophies. Directly from her panty drawer. Nicoles Underwear, and atop them all, the magnum opus. The very same pair she lost that day.
In the gas station.
Today
Gas Station
Her heart sank as the memory came back to her, she had come down from the high she felt earlier, squirting her cares away in a dirty bathroom stall, fucking a stranger in her head. At the back of her mind, however, no matter how hard she denied it, how she ignored it, it would always creep back into view. Not a stranger. Gumball.
She had no more excuses, only denial. And her denial was fading fast.
CRACK
The slam of the Bathroom door opening blasted throughout the room, only the soft creak of it drifting closed once more followed, then the soft footfalls of someone approaching.
It was him.
Nicole was frozen, in fear, anticipation, disgust, and lust. She didn't know, she didn't care. She could only see the shadow of the figure passing through the room, coming to a halt before her own stall door.
Suddenly, she heard her phone buzz, she had it clenched in her left hand, a still image of herself and Gumball. Hugging, a family photo that she had taken some months ago. She had stared at it more of late, even making it the wallpaper of her phone. At the top of the screen was a message, from her benefactor.
'To your left, put it on.'
She looked, she didn't know how she missed it before. A lone strip of thick, soft fabric. A blindfold.
"Why can't I look at you?" She asked aloud, her heart racing. She knew the answer, she was sure of it. Though she got no answer, instead the feet turned away, walking towards the exit. "WAIT, wait... I'll put it on."
Her ears flopped dejectedly, eyes wincing as she yelled after the stranger. He halted, turning back towards the stall as she set her phone aside, scooping up the fabric and slowly tying it around her eyes. She wanted to leave a gap in it, but it was made to even encompass the cheeks, almost wrapping around her face.
She then sat in darkness, breathing slowly, calling out to the air.
"Ready."
And with a soft buzz, the lock on the stall clicked open, creaking as it swung wide.
She could do it now, reach up and grab the blindfold, tear it free and expose him. She could leap, tackle him, restrain him. He wouldn't be able to escape. She would know who he is.
But the anticipation was too much, she tried to move but she was paralyzed, stunned by the cool air pouring over her as the door swung open. The scent of -him- on the air. She only realised just how compromising a position she was in, her knees still hiked up high, no skirt, no panties, and feet on the rim of the bowl. Her bare, puffy, dribbling cunt exposed.
To her son.
Seconds passed by with silence, only the soft trembling breaths of Nicole. Minutes, only the hum of the fluorescent lights above. Not even a footfall, nothing. Even the scent was fading. She wanted to raise a paw, pull the blindfold off and peek, what was taking him so long? Would he spank her if she did? That wouldn't be so bad..
Now the desire for punishment had planted its roots within her, she was a disgusting, dirty girl after all. Desiring her own son, fantasising about him in her bed, stuffing her face deep into his cumstained underwear... punishment was better than teasing.
She lifted a paw, yanking at the blindfold, tired of waiting, her cunt quivering once more. She needed answers, she needed release!
She saw nothing. The door was open, but nobody was standing in it.
She got up, grabbed her phone and rushed out the door, running to the exit. Kicking the door open she stepped out into the store. Customers, staff... no shady individuals, no familiar felines, just strangers. Gawking.
She glanced down, still half naked. She tensed up, covering herself and quickly retreated into the bathroom once again, fetching her panties and her piss-stained skirt. Dressing herself and fleeing, just as the staff arrived asking questions.
Watterson Residence
'What had happened?'
'Did I do something wrong?'
'Did he do something wrong?'
'What was wrong!'
The questions stuck in her head on the journey home. Back to the Watterson residence.
Dinner was served later than usual, Nicole had been gone on an errand, though she was not specific with, Richard didn't have the fortitude to inquire into the vagueness, nor was Gumball even present to ask. He was supposedly 'at a friend's house'. Yet here he was, home, chewing back on a porkchop, laughing with his father, arguing with his sister, as if he wasn't only feet away from his mother, entirely nude, tied up and exposed just for him.
Nicole stared at her plate, this time however she had the sense to eat, she had worked up an appetite for meat this time around, she only wished it throbbed more.
At least twice she caught herself sucking upon her porkchop, shoving one so far into her muzzle it tickled the back of her throat. Richard noticed, but took it as a game, before he too began trying to swallow his own plate back in single mouthfuls. He was shockingly successful at it. Say what she would about his capabilities in bed, he'd probably make more money than she did if he swallowed cock as good as he swallowed pork chops.
No matter what she did however, no matter how far she kept the meat from her lips, and her chews carefully posed, nor the calm demeanour on her face, her legs were quaking, her cunt quivering, her panties sodden, skirt forming a dark patch, no doubt something soaked through upon the chair. She couldn't stay for too long, only the food dared mask her flavour upon the air.
She excused herself, scraped her leftovers away and abandoned her dish to the sink, to be cleaned another time. And headed dizzily for the stairs.
He lay upon his side, the soft blue of the moonlight soaked him, as his face was lit by the glaring white pixels of his phone squished up to his face, scrolling through various notes, diagrams, images, work work work. It all got quite tedious for Gumball, especially so late in the night.
He closed the App, partially resigning himself to the darkness of his room, letting the pangs of sleep creep into his mind, mixing with the stress coursing through his blood. It was fun to make someone squirm, to make them quiver, shake, beg, cry. Ruining their mind, and their psyche deeper and deeper until they snapped under the pressure. It all led to a greater relief in the end.
Though such a plan required such a sacrifice, one cannot deny it without denying themselves the very same.
His face lit up once more as his phone once again found his paw, his face illuminated by the white-blue glow of various windows passing by, the faint wet taps of a sweaty thumb tapping upon a touch-screen keyboard, and soon, the frustrated sigh of a cat, faced with a disappointment.
Mom was under her sheets, curled away for the night. Dad was out like a light too, with no chance of him waking her up tonight. No fresh material to hold him over. Though it would hardly be an issue, he had a whole digital vault's worth.
He sifted through an encrypted gallery, with thousands of images, and hundreds of videos at his fingertips. Nicole. His mother, in various states of undress, various angles and expressions. Sometimes she posed for the Camera, gazing upon the viewer with half-lidded eyes, her bare, voluptuous thighs spread wide as two fuzzy digits, pumping between her puffy sapphire pussy. Another and she was at the table, eating her breakfast, but a sneaky snapshot at the right angle peeked up her skirt and caught a glimpse of her underwear-free state.
Before long, his stress melted behind him as quick as his fatigue did, his blood rushing elsewhere, too far removed from his mind to even notice his state, save for the bliss soon to approach. Too far removed to care for the soft creaking of his bed as he grasped a paw around his growing shaft, pumping it into the cool winter air. Too far removed to notice the dim reflection of a blue eye peeking at him from the crack of his closet door.
Nicole's gasp was as surprising to her, as the sight she saw when her son rolled onto his side, facing away from her. She saw his phone, a video of her from behind, her cunt split around a thick, vibrating black dildo, vacuum sealed to the ground as her hips rose and slammed down upon it, over and over, absorbing the impressive length and girth of the soft, silicon toy. Hammering her ass down over and over again, thudding the floor each time as a growing puddle of her own making spread over the hardwood surface.
She knew Gumball had to be the perpetrator. Her number 1 fan. The man who had been sending her such impossible amounts of money for such deviant and filthy performances. Yet still, she was shocked when she saw it in the flesh. Gumball laying before her, facing away, pumping his cock to porn of his own mother, porn he facilitated and demanded from her. Why was she wet?!
She glanced down, only to see her other paw buried deep beneath her hiked-up skirt, the sensation of her fingers slithering silently into her own dripping cunt, tingling her like never before, watching Gumball pleasure himself to her, as she pleasured herself to him. She didn't know if that tear in her eye was one of relief and joy, confirmation finally attained and indulgence now a possibility. Or one of shame, that despite all her misgivings, her disappointment and her efforts as a mother, she was just as deviant and twisted as her son.
A slow strand of drool poured from her lips as Gumball rolled onto his back with a deep and satisfied sigh upon his lips. She missed it! He came already. His phone was off, and the light of the room dimmed once more to the faint glow of the moonlight illuminating the towering pillar of flesh, drizzled with spent seed, glistening with goey warmness. She could smell it, that very same smell, the one that seeped into his underwear, that stained his bed, that rammed itself down her throat, over and over again.
The only cock that has made her truly cum, her son's cock, crowned with that same mess that drove her wild.
She ceased her ministrations, not daring to make a peep nor a squelch that might alert the drowsy Gumball to her presence, but by the gods did it hurt. To be so close to relief and release, yet to stifle herself so early, how long would she have to wait before he-
SNORE
Just like his father.
Out like a light with little else to stimulate him it would seem, Nicole let out a sigh, too hard for her muddled intentions which became a very audible yet short-lived whine, slapping her soaked paw against her face, slathering her in her own juices.
She stared, wide-eyed at the sleeping Gumball, who did not stir. Continuing only to snore, somehow not hearing her at all.
She took a tentative step forward, creaking open the closet door, and moving into the open air of the room. Only snores met her. Gumball was well and truly out of it. It was her chance to escape... but.
That heat forced its way into her nose, crawling down her throat, into her lungs. His cum. Gumballs hot, steaming cum. She could still see it, cooling in the air around his engorged shaft, exposed for any and all to see. Her throat grew tight, her knees weak. Before she could deny herself, she found herself kneeling at the side of his bed, terror and lust gripped her face as she stared at the twitching, throbbing and miraculously still hard shaft.
She would have argued with herself, debated on this next action, and fought with the angel on one shoulder and the devil on her other, but all she heard from either of them was a simple command.
'SEX! SEX! SEX! SEX!'
And before she knew it, her paw was grasped softly upon the shaft, pumping slowly at the large, sweaty, slimy meat of her son's shaft, soaking her paw in his still warm cum, staining her fur with its fertile goodness all the while Gumball remained undisturbed, still snoring away, trapped within his ever so pleasant dreams.
Nicole laughed a breathy, quiet sigh, she was actually doing it. She was jerking him off, feeling his veins, the bumps of his meat ripple under her fingers as it slid up and down his greasy shaft. Leaning her head in, pressing her lips to the oozing tip as she sniffed. Filthy, salty, warm, and sweaty meat, spiced with the aura of her son filled her nostrils, invaded her mind and blinded her to everything else in the room.
No thoughts of Richard, no thoughts of money nor family finances, no thoughts of mysterious donors nor public reputation, not even for the Cameras. Only thoughts of Gumball, only thoughts of the Cock in her paw, and now that very same cock, sliding deep into her maw.
She blinked as his tip pressed against her throat, her lips barely halfway down the thick feline cock. Her mind on a lusty autopilot decided to gulp down the manmeat without her even registering such an act. She wasn't about to complain, her mind saw stars, sparking in her vision as each droplet of Gum Cum that soaked her tongue was another clenching squirt of her own juices over the floor behind her. She could barely focus on the mess she was making, for the mess that was being made of her throat was all she could care for, the wet 'GHCK' of her throat, stretching around Gumball's tips, the savoury sludge being pumped down her throat, and coating her mouth, and the burning sear of his fuzzy balls, growing closer to her nose as she pushed down harder, forcing her head deeper and deeper until touchdown.
A warm blanket of fur and flesh smothered her muzzle as her nose buried into her son's bulging ballsack, how many times she had complained to him about showering, about his laundry, about his lax attitude to personal hygiene. How happy she was he barely listened to her, what a fool she would have been to deny her this stink that ruined her senses, that fueled her lust ever further, degrading her into a sloppy ballsweat huffing whore.
Her paw grasped softly upon the two fuzzy orbs as her lips hugged and kissed the base of his shaft, where his dick met the crud-packed sheathe that housed his mommy-making meat. Her tongue was too wrapped up around the throat-bulging mass within her to dare try and siphon the filth that may have lay within. One day perhaps, but for now she needed air.
Dragging her head back slowly, spitting out the rod that packed her throat, she withdrew to her lips, suctioned tight upon the pointed tip of her son's cock, slathered with saliva and the dregs of his past climax. Nicole was gone, lost to her lust entirely. Her shirt was torn open, and at some point, she grew so hot she had to vent that heat in her core as best she could, ending up only grasping at her massive milkers, squishing and tugging at her nipples as wild as a beast in heat. She was a beast in heat after all, and for too long, had she gone unsated, she -needed- this still.
Gumball's snores hitched only for a moment as his bed creaked beneath him, but slowly they resumed their usual, mindless pace. Above him, straddled over his hips was his towering, curvacious mother. Gazing upon him with a delirious gaze. Half-lidded with a slack-jawed, pleasured expression. Her skirt concealed his towering erection as the tip tickled gently against the heat of her slit, a leaking waterfall of juices descending upon his shaft, all from a desperate House-cat needing to be fucked, deep.
"That's it my little Gummypuss... just rest, you've had a tough day... let mommy take care of you..." She whimpered, arms grasping the vacant bars of the top bunk to support herself as she slowly lowered. Her thick, bulging thighs squished tight upon his waist, as her cunt began to spread, engulfing itself around his shaft, wider and deeper, taking in inch after inch, and every inch further had Nicole in a trembling, whimpering state, biting her lip to prevent from crying out, as she shivered, wide-eyed and gushing more of her slimy, wet arousal upon him, before she felt him press up tight, against her cervix, and her bountiful asscheeks, squish down upon his thighs, pinning him to the bed, and trapping her deep within the boiling hot depths of her cunt.
'HE'S IN.'
Nicole remained dumbstruck, frozen in place as she shivered, and shook, impaled upon her sleeping son's shaft, feeling every throb, twitch and pulse of blood running through his cock and rippling through her inner walls which clenched and squeezed around him, already bringing her to a climax. The sheer thought of it, the knowledge that she was riding her own son, who lay asleep beneath her, she was such a desperate, and filthy whore. A whore for him, every night these last few months. How many times had he cum thinking about her, how many times had he imagined being balls deep in this pussy, how much time was wasted... imagining. When she could have been riding incestuous cock all that time!
She pushed, lifting off with her knees as her hips rose, pulling up against the bed as she pulled out, letting gravity take over as she PLAP'ed back down over his cock, thumping into his balls as another bolt of pleasure racked up her spine, and another, and another.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
A chorus began to ring out, a song of snores, meaty slaps, churning cum and squelching juices being stockpiled by two lovers, ready to unleash armageddon upon each other. Nicole could only whimper and squeal into her paw, gazing upon the face of Gumball as she rode him. She wanted to apologise, she wanted to thank him, and most of all she wanted his cock. This new sensation was one she couldn't give up, she knew it now, she was only a few thrusts in and already she was addicted. Gumball was doing to her what Richard never could, and Gumball wasn't even awake to take credit.
The bed began shaking, creaking under the weight of the voluptuous Nicole, hammering her cunt down around the heavy shaft of her son, hammering his tip up against the doors to her womb. A normal couple might have been concerned. A lust-fuelled mother raping her unconscious son, not so much as a notion of the term 'consequences' could dare formulate in her over-heated, over-stimulated mind. None that would survive the onslaught of taboo pleasure and shame that continued to fuel her.
Nicole missed many things that night, she missed the chance to save herself from this fate, to abandon her wild ideas of identities and benefactors, she missed the memories of Camera and just what Gumball may be recording as they spoke, but both were trivial to her newest folly. A beautiful chorus of hips slapping, of whimpering whores squealing into a paw... entirely free of snoring.
She bit into a finger as she continued hopping, like a rabbit bouncing herself along, up and down over his shaft. Her other paw stabilized herself by grasping the bunk bed above her, letting her continue hammering her ass back against her Gummypuss' thighs without concern for falling over while lost in her mind. And her other two paws grasped firmly upon her breasts, kneading through her tits, tugging and squeezing, adding to the perfect sensation of this night as she rapidly approached climax.
'But you don't have four paws'
The thought sparked too late, her eyes opened, fearful of what result they might happen upon. And they were correct, as the dim glow of her Sapphire eyes, met a pair of Sapphire-Emerald eyes beneath her, gazing up wide-eyed and in awe as his two paws reached into her unbuttoned shirt, grasping upon his mother's bouncing breasts as she continued riding his cock to the end.
"Mommy." Gumball whispered.
"Gu-HA!" Nicole whispered before she was struck hard, her spine arching as her paw released the support of the bed, she fell forward, collapsing atop Gumball, smothering his face firmly against her left breast, wrapping her arms tightly around him as her cunt clamped tight upon the base of his shaft, quaking as a major climax washed over her, squiring copious fluids around his shaft, his balls and thighs, soaking his bedsheets in a puddle of her own juices, mixing with his as a radiating heat engulfed her core.
It was not her heat however as she felt the throbbing, twitching and shaking of Gumball's own hips against her, grinding firmly as his arms wrapped around her ass-flesh, sinking his fingers into the blue, furry flesh and pulling it down tight upon him. His cum unloaded as deep as it possibly could, flooding her womb with his thick, chunky syrup-like cum. His moans and growls were muffled against the teat that invaded his mouth, Nicole felt him suckling, nibbling and biting at her nipple as he packed her with copious amounts of baby-batter, causing her to temporarily black out, drooling mindlessly into his pillow as she shivered and quaked upon him.
Soon she regained her strength, pushing against the bed to roll herself over, laying upon her back, squished between Gumball and the wall. She stared mindlessly into the darkness above her, huffing, panting, trying to regain her energy, fear slowly gripping the edges of her mind, fearing just what Gumball's response might be. She felt him shuffling, moving, sitting upright, but not to leave, instead, she saw him crawl into view. Straddling her up on all fours, gazing upon her face.
For minutes they stared, his paws on either side of her head, pressed into the pillow, his cock drooling the refuse of their lovemaking down onto her belly as more continued to leak from her gaping cunt. It was only then the worry of just where he pumped his cum, came to Nicole. Before she could speak, however, she was met with a wet shock. Spit, as Gumball spat down against her face, slathering a closed eye and her cheek in his saliva. She froze, staring back with one good eye, worried just what it meant.
"Whore." Gumball growled quietly, before pushing his head down, pressing his lips tightly to hers. The fear melted into love, pure and twisted together as her son stuffed his tongue between her lips, rummaging and roaming her mouth, claiming it for himself as a paw grasped tight upon her throat, squeezing it harshly, bulging the fur and flesh around it as he continued stealing her body for himself, finally breaking the kiss. "My whore."
He released her throat, and crawled out of sight for a moment, until she looked down, feeling her legs hoisted up into the air, dangling her knees over his shoulders. Their gaze met as Gumball grinned.
"Nice to finally meet you KittyKunt442, now meow for me you bitch." He spoke, as he thrust his hips forward, burrowing his firm shaft back into her cum-packed depths once more, spreading her wide around his impressive girth once again, and resuming the process all over, as Nicole gave into every demand he would have for the night, and meowed, mewling and yowling like a true bitch in heat, getting thoroughly bred by her own kin.