Done for Anonymous. Contains mother/son incest, mentions of domestic abuse and rape
The Honey Pot, easily the most popular spot in all of Billow Town. It's the place to go if you're a lonely, needy adult looking for a night of hot passion and pleasure with its many workers all as sultry and compassionate as they are beautiful and slutty. From busty, wide hipped women shaped like mothers of many young to muscular dad bod studs and plumpy, chubby bottom boys all looking to give swooning females and hung males the time of their lives. Workers of all preferences and orientations are welcomed and employed, from the strictest dominant males purely for taking and rutting to gentle service tops that tend solely to a bottom's needs and requests. Motherly women that'll coddle you with love and affection as if you were one of their own to a controlling dominatrix that can put you through the ropes figuratively and literally yet pamper you with aftercare fit for a wife to her submissive husband.
It wasn't just male and female identifying Pokemon either. Genderfluid Pokemon, nonbinaries, trans Pokemon, genderless Pokemon, everyone of all walks and species worked there, making The Honey Pot one of the most diversified sex-based organizations in the world. Therefore, it came as no surprise that a lot of the Pokemon that both lived in Billow Town and would come and go from all around the nation were adventurers and explorers alike, all matured in age and carrying themselves with an air of lust and sexual prowess. Sex laws were very loose in Billow Town because of The Honey Pot and its many tourists coming to both see and sex up its workers and performers. One such tourist was a Buizel who'd come from a little village far, far away on what he'd self-proclaimed as his 'Journey to Adulthood'. He had a couple of friends who had told him about The Honey Pot and how they'd lost their virginities there when they'd turned 18, the pair of them being 2 years older than the Buizel who'd now turned 18 himself today. After initial celebrations back home, he was set and seen off on his journey to become a true man, having been looking forward to this since he first heard about the brothel 2 years prior. He often wondered what his parents would think of him going to give his virginity up to some complete stranger that probably sees more action in a week than he is old.
Having been orphaned his entire life, he'd never get a true answer to that question.
He often wondered what his parents were like, if they loved him, if something happened to them, if they were even still alive. He never dwelled on the topic though; he didn't see the point in letting himself hurt over what could've been when he was already quite happy with what has been. He grew up in a communal family like many of the young in his hometown do, raised by all members of the tightly knit village as if everyone there were one big family. It's probably why he didn't let thoughts of his real parents weigh on him because he practically had dozens more back home awaiting his return. Oh the stories he couldn't wait to tell of the many beautiful females and handsome males he'd laid eyes on in that brothel.
A wide hipped Goodra with an ass so fat, she could probably smother his entire upper half in all that giant butt. The way she swung on the stripper pole was majestic, such a large beauty like herself able to woo so many staring, hungry eyes that all wanted a turn at her body, both males and females alike. Coin flew through the air with cheers and praise, all collected by the brothel's floor workers who would gather the tossed coin up into jars, extra money meant to be given to the performers backstage. Of course, even the floor workers themselves were attractive and getting bits of their own attention with occasional whistles and catcalls towards them when they'd bend over to gather the money, sometimes getting a grope or a spank, even the uncommon bold 'mon who'd grind their bulges and boners against those thong clad fat asses of theirs. And they'd giggle and buck back against them like eager sluts, hoping they could drag a 'mon or two back to their private rooms for a bit of their own freaky fun.
A Mawile worked the bar that night. Her smaller, most tomboyish stature may not have been as alluring to most of the 'mon there as the Goodra on stage but even she still had a decent few eyes on her sitting at the stools. Some had heads in their hands, sighing like schoolgirls swooning over their high school crushes. Others were trying to call her over, feigning wanting refills of their drinks when they really just wanted to admire her up close, enjoying the gentle aroma of her perfume wafting off of her or how her big breasts bounce lightly in her black tux with every step.
A big, chunky, very hairy Greedent sat on a tall stool beside a dispenser offering fermented gummies for a more edible means of getting yourself lost in the mood, his massive ass and Watmel Berry crushing thighs spilling off the sides. He was surrounded by lithe femboys and slender females alike all wanting something more thick and flavorful out of him than fermented berries, a few of them going as far as huffing his thick, hairy musclegut or fondling the fat bulge of hefty balls and cock in that tight fit speedo of his, the only piece of clothing covering anything on his big, pudgy body.
There were sexy Pokemon all around, something for everyone. Everywhere the Buizel looked he saw at least one 'mon fawning over a worker, not a single one unattended to. They were all so very attractive and the male's libido was off the charts with potent throbs in his shorts aching for a warm hole to bury itself in. But he wasn't going to settle for just anyone. He wanted the right choice, the one he felt was truly calling out to him.
He wouldn't have to search for long when his eyes laid upon another performance stage. It wasn't nearly as swarmed as the main stage was but she had her spectators and they couldn't look anywhere but at her. Her movements were like a flowing river, fluid and undisturbed as if she'd practiced for hours on end. Every spin around the pole was borderline hypnotic with the way her body would twist and twirl with the mix of an elegant dancer and a sultry seductress. It was like watching a ballet performance but with the intent of slamming hips after. Unlike the many other workers at the front of the brothel, Buizel found himself immediately transfixed on this woman, his deep emerald eyes examining every inch of her.
Dainty feet that spun around in the air as she held tight to the pole, impressive strength beneath the squishiness of her motherly figure keeping her from falling while she danced about the air like an acrobatic. When her front faced the crowd, she'd ensure her legs were raised and spread every time like an invitation to come take her in missionary right then and there. The emerald one piece swimsuit she wore hugged the curves of her thick body perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination. Even the perkiness of her nipples protruded from the fabric, the woman's massive tits contained within the swimsuit to maximize the sex appeal of her body twisting and grinding upon the pole so lusciously.
She was the most beautiful Floatzel he had ever seen.
Her voice, though heard only through her chuckles and murrls, was befitting the woman's large and busty frame, that deep feminine tone of dominance laced with traces of motherly compassion had Buizel's body feeling so hot and bothered in every way. He'd ended up staring at her tits for a while, just wondering what they would feel like spilling out of that swimsuit and right into his groping, squeezing paws, the sounds she would make being fondled like that while he latched on like a cub to a mother to nurse on her. With a body like hers, there was no way she wouldn't produce a delicious dose of succulent sweet milk, a MILFy figure from head to toe with hips so wide and strong that she looked like the type to have definitely birthed a healthy litter or two's worth of young.
Eventually, his eyes finally locked with her own and his face flushed a deep red. Buizel had been standing near the doorway to her performance room that entire time, watching her from afar without even realizing just how captivated he was the moment he saw her. Her gaze shifted from the crowd, turnt upwards and he swore she was looking right at him when her lips curled upward into a smile, eyes lidding to a very hungry and predatory gaze. That's when she winked at him and she motioned him in with a paw and silently mouthed to him an unmistakable message that made his blush flare up even brighter, "You're mines~"
Buizel blinked a few times then looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone else beside him before turning his attention back to the sultry goddess on stage. He'd point at himself and she'd simply nod and motion him in again. All eyes were on him now as the small crowd inside turned towards him and began encouraging him to come in even with applause. Nervously, Buizel finally entered the room, consumed in its darkness with the only light source coming from the outside lobby and the stage itself. A faint, pink haze filled the room that made his mind foggy with even more arousal, a smell unfamiliar to him but the reaction within his body very much was; essence of Aroma Trap, a mystery dungeon trap that would spew a thick pink fog all over the victim that triggers the trap, igniting their most primal sexual urges with its aphrodisiac scent. In small doses like this however, it would simply cause the mind to fog with lust and the body buzzes with a pleasant arousal.
The closer Buizel got to her, the more attracted to her he became. He wasn't sure if the pink haze even did anything for him with how horny he already was. By the time he'd made it to the seats, he was about to settle in the back row and just admire her, maybe muster up the courage to try and talk to her afterwards or something if that's even allowed here, or even beg and plead her to be his first time. The Floatzel had something different in mind, shaking her head when he was about to sit down. She'd just keep motioning him toward her, the male's face completely red when he realized just what she wanted. She then pointed to the singular unattended seat directly in front of the stage. She was making him her personal VIP.
Buizel, as flustered as he was horny, was almost in a fight or flight state of mind. Should he go up there and be hers or turn tail and run away? Was he really ready for something like this, his first time having sex and with someone as beautiful as her? He didn't know the first thing about her but immediately he felt undeserving of her presence, her charms. But all she did was remain there, waiting patiently, smiling at him, giving him all the time he needed despite being in the middle of putting on a show. All the encouraging words from everyone around him didn't really help, instead making Buizel feel even more nervous with the constant reminder that if Floatzel did anything with him there, he'd have a full audience watching. An entire audience and a big beautiful queen to disappoint.
Eventually, Buizel decided to take the seat. He'd come this far already and this was exactly what he was here for, why back down now? He was completely flushed by now and the anxiety was slowly starting to creep in on him, beads of sweat racing down his forehead. Floatzel could see the pressure the poor water-type was under being front and center like that but she had plans for him. With a sultry smile, she'd resume her performance for the time being, spinning her juicy figure around the pole for the cheers of her horny spectators, happy to take their coin either placed in her performance jar at the far end of the stage or thrown in the general area to be collected by a floor worker.
Floatzel's dance would go on about another 10 minutes before coming to a close, thanking those who came to watch her, seeing everyone off with waves and kisses blown at them, everyone but Buizel of course. She had made sure that he would be going nowhere as she had something special in mind for him. "So…" Buizel gulped, the two of them all alone now with the door closing behind the last 'mon out. Somehow, with the two of them all alone under the stage's spotlight, he felt even more nervous. Perhaps it was the fear of disappointing her and having no one else to take his place to satisfy the beauty. She'd hop down off the stage, standing in front of the smaller otter weasel and crouching to be at eye level with him. When their gazes met that close, Buizel felt a strange chill run up his spine, something that made him suddenly feel oddly… relaxed in her presence. It was a familiar feeling, like the encumbering warmth of the Pokemon that raised him in his village. He didn't know why he'd feel that way about this Floatzel but he had a guess, something he could finally take note of being right in front of her.
Her eyes were the same as his.
"What brings an adorable little Bui like yourself to a place like this?" Her voice was so smooth and naturally seductive, deep with a feminine touch that made Buizel's body so hot. He found himself stammering, trying to find his own voice, lost in her beauty. She simply chuckled, enjoying the adorable Buizel fawning over her with his gaze locked on her large chest. She'd smirk and puff out her chest, making her already huge breasts look even more plump and soft for him, eating up his attention more than she did from the entire crowd before.
"Hmm… you look awfully young. We don't get a lot of young adults here. Most of our regular clients and patrons are older with too much money and no honey to go around~" Floatzel looked over her fellow water-type for a moment before it clicked in her head. "Aahh, I get it now~ You must be from Meteor Village! The past few years, young Pokemon from that village have been coming here upon turning 18 to lose their virginities and become a 'true adult'. What was it they'd call it… their 'Journey to Adulthood', I believe?" She giggled at Buizel when he looked down almost shamefully when she picked up on his reasoning for being here. "Oh don't feel bad, sugar. It's not a bad thing, wanting to give yourself to a woman with so much experience, someone that can make your first time unforgettable~" She gently lifted his chin, smiling at him with that motherly gaze of hers. He felt that warmth again and instantly relaxed. "If anything, I'm truly flattered you want me to be your first~" Her playful coos made Buizel squirm a bit, the tension in his pants throbbing with desperation for this amazing woman. She'd long since taken notice of the young male's arousal, giggling at him as she'd finally reach a paw to his length and caress over it gently, watching him tense up with a sharp gasp.
"My oh my, somebody is very happy to see me~ Very eager to be with me…~" Her voice dripped with arousal, a growl so husky right into his ear that made Buizel moan. "This is hardly the place to have your first time though, little Bui… come with me." Floatzel scooped him up with ease, carrying the smaller male in her arms and cradling him like a mother to her child. It felt so right to him, like this was where he belonged, nestling himself in her arms and squishing against the female's large bosom. A nervous paw reached up to press against the large breasts she held him against, watching his fingers sink into the fabric of her swimsuit and squish against all that pillowy softness just waiting to be freed from her outfit. It was a short walk from the performance room to Floatzel's private back room but to Buizel it felt like a journey.
Time felt so slow in that moment, caressing Floatzel's soft tits and being held so close to her, embraced in a way he didn't think was normal for a sex worker and her client but he couldn't complain. It felt so good, so personal, so… intimate. Not like a romantic couple but like they'd always known each other. "You're really cute, you know?" Floatzel spoke up again, drawing Buizel's attention from her massive milky mounds. He hadn't even realized that she'd taken him to her room already, sitting on her bed in the center of her bedroom of lush ocean blue carpet and tangerine orange walls. The bed itself was the stereotypical heart-shaped mattress with blue covering and yellow pillows and blankets to top off the aesthetic she went for that just screams 'Floatzel'. While Buizel was squishing his paws into her huge bosom, Floatzel had gone about undoing her top, slowly peeling down the swimsuit to let her giant mounds spill out right onto Buizel's front, so much softness and weight smothering his entire torso and lower half. He shuddered and moaned from the heat, trying to heft up those large watermelons of hers while she simply cooed and purred from all the groping and squeezing.
"Do you like 'em, darling~?" She gave him a pat on the head, watching Buizel squeeze and feel her up. "They don't call me Momma Zel for nothing~ Go on, have a taste." Her free paw reached to cup her breast, plump, perky nipple directed at Buizel's maw. Instinctively, he latched right onto the teat and grabbed that mound, kneading away at its plushness while he suckled and nibbled at her, tongue lashing over the plump nub repeatedly. Sultry purrs and low moans emanated from Floatzel, stimulated thoroughly by his firm sucking and rough groping. "Mmnh, atta boy… don't be gentle, momma can take it~" Buizel heeded her words, focusing solely on pleasuring himself with those big tits. It didn't take long before he'd get a nice spillage of thick, sweet milk from the large MILF's tit, the creamy rush of her flavor pooling over his tongue like a messy cumshot, all that flavorful milk being sloshed around in his maw with his swirling, flicking tongue. He'd let it pool up until his cheeks started puffing out with all that supply, loud gulps of delicious Floatzel flavor filling the hungry Buizel's stomach and leaving his horny body craving more.
Buizel shook hard, cock flexing like mad in his shorts with the fabric being the only thing isolating that desperate girth from receiving a mind blowing titjob while sucking on the woman's breast. Floatzel had taken notice of that, feeling those twitches between her massive mounds and figuring it was about time to give him a little love. "You've been such a good boy so far~ Overcoming those nerves to take what you want. Now it's my turn, I believe you have something else for me~?" She licked her lips with a playful growl, stroking the male's sensitive headfin and giving it some light scritches. She loved the way it made Buizel quiver and quake, moaning into her tit and giving that perky nipple a little bite to stimulate her harder. The moan from her was like music to his ears, knowing he could make this busty MILF feel good slowly building confidence in the young adult. While he kept feeding and feeling on her, Floatzel slipped a paw under her rack to grab at the hem of the male's shorts and give them a nice tug, pulled down to his knees and letting him feel the immediate results. An incredible heat wrapped around every inch of Buizel cock and he was blown away by such a sudden eruption of pleasure when he realized what she had done.
"Brace yourself, darling… Momma's gonna drain your balls tonight~" Floatzel growled, this time hungering with need for the boy, both paws burying themselves into her gigantic chest so she could get to work. "And momma doesn't play nice…~" Slowly, those giant tits raised up that impressive Buizel meat, feeling just how hung the male was between her breasts. She could feel every detail, how thick he was, how long, girthy, veiny, all bulged and pulsating with untouched need. She had to wonder when the last time he'd masturbated was to be this swollen stiff. For such a little Buizel, it felt like his cock was made for women as big and tall as herself! Did she just hit the jackpot or something? Who the hell was this boy's parents to have gifted him with genetics like that~?
"Mmmhh… fuck, you are hung, boy~" Floatzel cooed sultrily, that hungry gaze of hers meeting the flustered male's own. He was still laying on the woman's large thighs, trapped beneath those giant mounds that were now bouncing on his cock, slow to start but swiftly picking up pace. "Any gal your size would have trouble handling something like this. It's a good thing you came to me when you did, studs like you require a real woman that can handle something like this~" She kept growling, so lustful, so dirty. That tongue of hers was starting to get sharp, really starting to get herself in the right headspace for some steamy sex and wild fucking. "Momma's gonna have soooo much fun with you. Draining this fat fucking balls of yours… Hope you don't mind if I get a little raunchy, I love 'em rough like that~" She licked her lips, squishing her tits quite firmly to really smother Buizel's length. Arceus, the softness was out of this world, how could tits feel this good!? He'd only ever felt breasts once before, a high school crush of his having let him cop a feel one time for helping her with homework but that's all the sexual experience he had outside of masturbating. All of this pleasure, all of these feelings were completely new to Buizel and it was exploding through his body harder than an Electrode's Self-Destruct.
"Nmmhff… a-aahh..!" Buizel shook and whined, slowly succumbing to the pleasure and lust that filled his body. Every bounce of those tits were orgasmic in its own right, so much stimulation to his cock that rocked Buizel's world and made him crave more. If her tits made him feel this good, he couldn't even begin to imagine how incredible rutting that succulent, plump and tight Floatzel pussy would feel. He could even smell the scent of her emanating from that needy sex, every inhale laced with the potent stank of horny female, Floatzel's own coos and moans so husky with desire. He could tell she wanted to skip the foreplay and just get fucked senseless for who knows how long and he was just as excited to do the same with his rigid flesh throbbing so anxiously for more.
"Y'know, you remind me of someone." Floatzel spoke up, a little coo rumbling in her throat while she pulled away. Her breasts were quite slick with precum now from how much the Bui had spilled during that short titfuck and she could see it in his throbs that the poor virgin wasn't gonna last much longer already. She thought it was cute, seeing the mild strain on his face, trying to resist the urge that welled in his loins so he could last longer and impress her. Such a noble and kind male. "I didn't know him for long but I loved him deeply and dearly…" Floatzel caressed Buizel's cheek, their gazes meeting again. She'd noticed it too–as Buizel did earlier–he has her eyes. For a brief moment, she hesitated, shaking her head and averting his gaze by looking down at the male's cock.
"A-aah… w-was it a fleeting romance or something?" Buizel asked, finding himself strangely curious about this stranger's life. He didn't know why he wanted to know more about her, it's not like he'd ever see this Floatzel outside of the Honey Pot. She smiled and shook her head, blushing a little and straddling the male's lap.
"Not necessarily. It was more… someone very near and dear to me that was taken away." She planted a kiss on his cheek, a somewhat melancholy sigh following soon after. "That was about 18 years ago though." Shivers ran up Buizel's spine when he felt the moist warmth of Floatzel's muff against his tip, grinding teasingly on the male's wanton girth and feeling his hearty flexes and throbs against her. She smiled down at the flustered male and planted a kiss on his cheek. "You just remind me of him so much~ I imagine he'd be a lot like you if I could see him now." Slowly, she'd start to take him in with a purr. Such warmth, such softness, Buizel couldn't believe anything could feel this good! Her walls were silky like velvet and so wet with arousal, the light squish and squelch of spreading flesh ringing in his ears. It was mind blowing from the start, how in Arceus' name was he supposed to endure pleasure like this?
"O-ohh-hooh Arceus…" Buizel groaned with a mix of anticipation and pleasure, nerves slowly relaxing to the welling pleasure of warm pussy engulfing inch after inch of him. Floatzel still couldn't believe how endowed this male was, packing enough heat to compete with the likes of much larger males–Aggron and Rhyperior could be put to shame by the little runt's big gift. It filled her so full, so deep and to the core of her heat like many others couldn't, a deep pleasure that left the larger otter shivering with lustful coos of delight. Her walls hugged perfectly around Buizel's girth, a silky touch that caressed and massaged every sensitive nerve, leaving the smaller otter quaking beneath the large, voluptuous woman atop him. Her motions began slow with a light sway of the hips, letting that cock stir about her insides and dig into the clenched hug of her walls, a shuddering coo sounding from the woman. Paws rest on Buizel's shoulders with an oddly motherly gaze meeting his own flustered and shy eyes, her loving smile so patient and warm, affirming with Buizel repeatedly that she would happily take as long as needed to ensure his first time is an unforgettable experience–more specifically, she would be unforgettable to him.
"You know…" Floatzel began, her hips raising slowly with a fleeting moan following the drag of Buizel's girth against her walls, their clench tightening in a futile attempt to keep that meaty pole lodged snug in her. About halfway up the fat cock, she'd let gravity bring her back down, squelching juiciness schlicking down that meaty virgin spire into a juicy plap of ass to thighs and pussy on cock. Nectar slathered Buizel's crotch, Floatzels arousal spiked high with so much dick going so far inside her, easily kissing and knocking at her cervix with an instinctual desire to plunge through and pour a fresh litter into her fertile womb. "Aahh… I-I don't believe… I ever got your name, cutie~" She purr huskily, leaning down to drag a long, affectionate lick up Buizel's right cheek. His face was as red as could be, stumbling over his words, trying to find a response. Name? Yeah, he had one of those, right? Uhh… what was it again? Arceus, her beauty made him act like such an idiot, it was endearing in a way to the busty female.
"A-aah.. umm I… u-uhhh…" Buizel ran through his brain, trying to recollect himself through his embarrassment and pleasure. Now was not the time to make a complete fool of himself, not in front of this beautiful Floatzel! But why did he care so much? Why did it matter what she thought about him, she's just some sex worker, some professional pole dancer making money off of being drop dead gorgeous and parading that beauty around with pride! He'd been through these thoughts already, he'd probably never see her again, they don't even live near each other! So why is he so anxious about making a good impression on her? It really didn't help that Floatzel's pace had began to pick up into a proper ride, her initial gliding and teasing turnt to proper bounces on his lap, the weight of her large body so heavenly the way each drop would crush his pelvis with so much force and power. She truly was an incredible woman from head to toe. Buizel was smitten.
"Mmnhh… come on, darling… surely you've got a name~" Despite the pleasure coursing through her own body, Floatzel could maintain composure and conversation, giggling at the flustered male beneath her who looked like his brain had fried already. Guess she just had that effect, years of experience in bed both casual and professional could do that it seems. "Aahh~ If I tell you mines, will you tell me yours?" She purred again, a playful kiss on the freshly 18-year old boy's forehead. As if he weren't going through enough, the constant affections atop the overwhelming new feelings and experiences was really getting to Buizel's head, making it near impossible to even think straight, let alone form coherent words and sentences. But the entire time, Floatzel just ate it up, enjoying a little fun and teasing while servicing the cute boy, watching in real time as Buizel's mind blanks on ecstasy and his body succumbs to the bodacious MILF.
"M-mmmaaah… m-mmmhh.." Buizel attempted to speak again, hard throbs coursing up his malehood. He could feel the veins in his cock fatten and bulge, thick cum veins aching to release the stored rounds of cum sloshing in those fat tanks of his. He wasn't going to last much longer, the poor male struggling to resist the inevitable, to last a little longer not just to impress the beautiful Floatzel now slamming all that ass and pussy into his hips but also to keep this mind blowing pleasure going for as long as possible. Arceus knew when he'd ever feel sex this good again–who knew when he'd even have any sex again, if he were being honest. Floatzel could tell he was close, the way the male's dick flexed within her, the more frequent throbs pushing against her walls, even the involuntary little bucks of his hips as his moans grew hot and airy. She'd ease her bounces and put more focus into technique over power, ripples of her walls clamping and loosening, a constant bear hugging massage from those marshmallowy insides. She wanted him to cum, to let it all out. Floatzel didn't want her cute little client acting like he had to be some big rough 'n tough guy that can fuck for hours at a time and gets a dozen women a day or some other egotistical shtick. She wanted him to enjoy himself, let it all out, and be happy with her service.
"Don't hold back, cutie~ You could never disappoint me… momma is here to take good care of you~" Buizel's heart skipped a beat and his eyes shot open. Something deep in the recesses of his mind seemed to click hearing those words. A memory, a faint and foggy memory but it was there. The vision was foggy, he couldn't make out his surroundings but he could hear a voice, soft and tender. Motherly. A voice so very much like Floatzel's. Momma is here to take good care of you… He'd heard that before, it was a near exact one to one only Floatzel's voice was a little deeper, more aged and mature. He locked gazes with her again, not at her as he'd always done before but through her, into her. Her voice, her eyes, everything about her…
"M…Mom..?" Buizel's pleasure couldn't have tipped over at a worse time, his mile-long stare broken by a bout of bliss that cause him to buck against her and throw his head back in a howling cry. Floatzel's own flow had been disrupted and she nearly fell over on the male with her last drop down onto his lap. Her walls clung tightly the moment she felt his first shot and she watched as the male beneath her quaked with inexperienced euphoria. Her own body shook as the potent heat of a male filling her canal sent her over the edge as well, but she could not quite enjoy her own climax nearly as much as her mind had been stuck on what Buizel had said–rather, how he'd said it. That wasn't a mommy kink, he'd spoke that one word with meaning behind it, a voice of realization and disbelief that crumpled over into waves of bliss. She almost felt stupid as that same realization came to her and she called back to him in a way that confirmed it all.
"M-Manny!" Floatzel cried sharply, overwhelmed now by her own pleasure and riding the waves of climax together with the Buizel beneath her. She wrapped arms around the boy, clinging to him, smothering him in her large bosom while she was pumped and fed continuous ribbons of virile cum straight into her womb. Her face was as red as could be, the busty woman now as flushed and flustered as the Buizel had been practically all night. She couldn't believe it, her mind a mixture of overwhelming emotions. Pleasure, confusion, ecstasy, confliction… and an odd bout of heavy arousal. And of all the days she decided not to use birth control, no less.
Floatzel had just been impregnated by her long lost son.