Steve Smith sighed as he sulked, slinging his eyes wearily from the whiteboard to the woman of his dreams. Akiko was her name; and although Steve wanted nothing more than to be her boyfriend, he was shit outta luck. He was a loser, a geek, and though he'd long since accepted his own shortcomings, he'd never felt shorter when asking for a date.
Sure, he'd been laughed at, spat on, pantsed, he'd even been given wet-willies (and the fabled dry-willy!) - but none of that compared to the pain of simply being ignored. Steven Anita Smith, a ghost. His eyes turned again from his muse to his page, where he spent class time idly sketching her; capturing her beauty, drawing her with a baby bump, and assuring himself that it simply wasn't a fetish.
But all those thoughts were smacked out of him by the sound of the classroom door slamming open.
"...Mom?"
"Ah, you must be Miss Ling, so nice of you to join us," said Mister Brink, welcoming a clearly adult woman into his class. "Please, take a seat next to-"
"-Pookie bear!" Francine screamed, leaping at Steve, damn-near tackling him to the ground. His own mother straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around him and laying a big wet kiss on his lips. "Oh, Mister Brink, I don't need a seat - I'll just use my pookie bear's lap!"
"You know Steve?" Their teacher asked, voicing the entire class' thoughts. "But he's… Y'know, awful, in every way."
Steve took a moment to breathe as Francine winked at him, his cock pressing firm against his trousers, groin grinding against groin. He was getting overwhelmed, face heating up and body tearing apart at the sheer cavalcade of emotions being thrown his way. First off - his own mom kissed him? Secondly - his own mother just fucking kissed him? Thirdly - what the hell would Akiko think of this? And fourthly, a protest he could only barely voice, "what the hell, teach?"
"I'm sorry Steve," Mister Brink sighed, rubbing the leather patches on his elbows. "It's just that Francine Ling here's an all-star cheerleader from Allstar High. She's the top of her class in every class and once saved an orphan child from a burning building, hell-"
"-D'aw, my Stevie-Boy-Wonder knows the story Mister Brink," Francine winked to Steve, throwing a cautious side-eye to Akiko. "He's just playing. Ain't that right, pookie bear?"
Steve caught on faster than he'd give himself credit for. One quick glance at Akiko and it was enough to see the interest in her eyes; Francine was trying to get her jealous! But his desire could only go so far, he had a quick moral conundrum to deal with - why the hell was his own mom grinding up on him? Why was she here?
"Mo-"
"Mm-mm-mm," Francine shook her head, pressing another deep kiss into Steve's lips. He felt the tip of his cock wet with warm desire, uncontrollable precum eking out of his throbbing meat. As if the goddamn heat alone wouldn't have killed him, Francine had to lean in, bite his ear, and whisper, "it's Fran-girl, or 'Fuckdoll' while we're out in public. You want that Akiko girl to go out with you, right?"
Steve nodded.
Francine smiled. "Attaboy. Play along!"
"Well, I should really be asking you two to stop, but… Ahem," Mister Brink cleared his throat, sitting down suddenly in a vain attempt to hide his own erection. "Back to science."
"Isn't this English class?"
"...Sure."
(...)
Francine strutted the halls of Pearl Bailey High with her sweetheart's hand in hers. The looks the two received were downright scandalous. Steve felt mortified initially upon being let out of class but let the shame slip, succumbing instead to aroused confusion. His erect gait, fogging glasses and sweaty skin would have normally been cause for all sorts of bullying, but there his mom was, projecting an all-dominating aura of queenliness.
She was clad in a very cheap school-girl outfit. Forgetting the fact (as many were in Pearl Bailey High), that they had no such uniforms, Francine wasn't even dressed like she was from the States. No, it was a Japanese school-girl outfit she wore, with the bottom of her white shirt tied off just above her belly button. The top few buttons were undone to show off some generous cleavage, and her underwear, if any, was swallowed by her callipygian caboose. A bright green skirt was there, sure, but it left little to the imagination.
Francine topped the whole ordeal with shoes. Flat-heeled, black-leather loafers, complete with shin-high white socks. Purity, corruption, innocence, guilt, experience and youth, all wrapped into one brain-melting woman.
"So here's the biz, pookie bear," Francine spoke between big loud chews, mint-green gum contrasting against the throatfuck-red of her lipstick, "word on the street is that you're looking for love and getting jack-squat in the search. Well, Momma Smith sent word to your ol' girlfriend Miss Ling, and jeez, call me a sucker. For you, my sweet little nerd, and for this fat fucking monster you've kept from me for so long."
She took grip of his dick through his pants, deft fingers gliding along the veiny shaft, giving it a tiny tug. Steve nearly screamed in protest, confusion and shame swelling again until Francine gave him a peck on the cheek, instantly disarming the outburst.
"W-What the-"
"-Classic tactic, a trick I picked up back in my college days. Our target's on our trail and has eyes on us-"
Steve went to look back, before having his head snapped painfully back to his front, his new girlfriend - wait, no, old - no, wait, not his fucking girlfriend! His mom, his own mom, god damned be this waking fantasy of his, snapped his fucking head forwards, focusing his attention anywhere but on Akiko.
"-Jeez, Steve, you really are gonna need a lot of my help-"
"-Mom-, uh, Fran-girl… Yeah that feels awful to say, look, Fran-girl, did Roger put you up to this? Why are you talking like that? W-What about dad? W-Why can't I look at Akiko? And where are we going?" he asked, questions firing out of him like bullets from a machine gun.
Francine smirked, hearing her pet name on his lips. She casually swept her sweet eyes across the hallway. Aware of every eye on her. Of the hot throbbing hormones emanating from every teen boy boner in the immediate area. And from the way even the cheap security cameras turned to adorn her with attention.
"Big Dipper didn't put me up to shit! See, I call Roger that because he's an alien, y'know, stars and stuff. Oo! I got one for all the family members, just ask me about Jeff-"
"-Fran-girl, I don't give a fuck about Jeff right now-"
"-He's the Toker, like, you know, Joker, from the Batman Show-"
"-Fran-girl!"
Steve, gentle yet firm, slammed his fucking mom right into a locker, messing her hair up, knocking the wind out of her, a passionate red fury giving him a burst of strength. His arms were at either side of her glorious body, trapping her, and though he was a foot shorter than her, the presence he exuded was enough to rock Francine's world.
"Just answer me, woman!" He tried to ignore the fact that his head was right on nipple sucking level. His mouth watered. Almost as if he longed to return to them.
Francine took a deep, shuddering breath, and looked upwards, eyes alight with a mischievous twinkle. She pulled Steve in close, closer, until every inch of him was pressing against her, his face buried between her natural, perky double Ds. She looked down at him with nothing but love; a mix of motherly tenderness and sinful sweetness, and laid kisses upon his lips, answering a question in-between them all.
"I'm doing this because I love you," a kiss, "I want to see you get that girl," another, "and I want to remember what it's like being the top bitch of a place again. Momma Smith loves home, but Fran-girl wants to prowl."
"Secondly," she continued, lingering a little more, swapping some more spit with every kiss, her tongue starting to play with his lips."Papa Smith's been in the doghouse for years now, he doesn't own me no more. Talkin' like this is fun, too!"
"Thirdly," Steve was getting delirious now - all the blood in his body was dedicated to his cock, driving on the sole imperative of impregnation and nothing more, "Akiko's eighteen now, and she thinks she can get any guy she wants. We want to break her down, shatter that impression by showing her a man she can't lay claim to - your attention is a prime service and she pays with pretty, pretty pennies."
"Finally," Francine said, pushing Steve off her and stabilising him with one hand, beaming with pride at the putty of a man she'd raised, "we're going to walk out of school, and I'm going to teach you how to kiss."
"W-W-We've g-g-got an audience," Steve managed to mumble, genuinely crumbling at the idea of walking, his prick sapping his brain of lifeblood. He wouldn't make it out of this day alive, and he would die a happy, awful, incest-powered death.
"Pookie bear," Francine giggled, "I'm immortal. With me you can do all sorts of shit and all people'll do is watch. Now, to kissing."
"O-Okay…"
"Slap my ass first," Francine advised him, "it lays ownership and shows dominance. Normally guys would then try and challenge you, but you're filled with all sorts of crazy hormones right now. C'mon, give it a try!"
Fuck it, Steve thought. What was the harm in letting his mom be his wingwoman? And girlfriend? And his mom? All at the same time? This would definitely lead to some weird Oedipal stuff later. But that was a problem for future-Steve.
He reared back with the same force he used to slam her against the locker, and struck Francine Ling's perfect, jiggly, bubble butt. There was simply no fucking way anyone could believe she was a student; not if she was a born freak. Francine's almighty MILF ass was specifically honed after years of experience, exercise and just plain good genetics, and wobbled with a salivating, rippling wave. The cherry to that icecream of an ass was a cute, shocked gasp, Francine giggling as she walked on ahead of her son.
Steve felt power rush through him then. He could've ripped the world in half with how goddamn strong he felt. He could also sense a presence approaching him with such heightened awareness, and snapped towards the source, eyes flaring at one Luiz Ramirez. Normally Steve would've shrunk in the ass-kicker's presence, but with Fran-girl waiting for him the rest of the world felt like nothing he should care for.
"Yo, Smith-"
"-What!? Boutta get up in a man's grill, son? Or are you just tryna start a pissing contest against a firehose?"
Luis was taken aback, genuinely shocked at the snap. "...What?"
"I'm the firehose, homes! Psssssssh!"
His bully retreated in unimaginable, abstract terror, forever marked with a fear of rushing water after that day. And in that same instant Steve straightened himself up, gleefully awaiting Fran-girl's prideful smile. She giggled, clapped, and rushed to hug him, part pride and part honour at the defence, wasting no further time in ditching class.
(...)
His jaw was sore. The ancient technique of tongue-love could only be taught through action, not words, yet Francine took them from Steve's mouth all the same. Breathless, speechless, and breaking under the pressure of a cock that just wanted to release, Steve parted from their kiss to ponder if he really wasn't just dreaming.
"Fran-girl," he huffed, sweating buckets through his shirt as he brought a hand to his tender, tender neck. Hickies were one thing, but she had left some bite marks. Francine was quickly reapplying her makeup. She pulled her waterfall of golden hair back into girlish pigtails.
The bench they were on had seen multiple performances in its time. From late night rendezvous, to between-class hookups, to class-cutters sneaking a kiss and a cigarette. But the action between mother and son was on an entirely different level.
"Fran-girl, that was amazing," Steve managed to get out. He felt like his tongue had been tied into a knot! He had never thought that anyone could kiss that hard! All of the time practicing with his friends was nothing compared to his moms lips. His tonsils felt scraped and his throat felt raw. Almost as if he had been face fucked.
"Snot has never been able to do that–" Francine snapped her vanity mirror closed and gave him a quick knock to the forehead with her knuckles.
"Quick lesson there, pookie bear. No girl wants to know about how you and your best friend have been making out. I might be a woman but I am also a mother. Some things you should keep private."
"Y-Yes ma'am." Steve said. He grunted and readjusted himself on the bench. His cock was pressing insistently against his tight jeans. His tighty-whities were constricting blood flow. His balls felt heavy and dumb like a goat in rut.
"Now that we've established you actually know how to kiss, we've got to–"Francine cut herself off before laughing with a high pitched bubbly lilt. She hopped and landed right in his lap. Steve yelped before she crashed her lips to his again.
Her lips were plump and full. A lot like marshmallows. Marshmallows that had been heated close to bursting. And then filled with bees. She wiggled and squirmed, making his thighs rub together. Steve's glasses were pushed back onto his head, and Francine laced her fingers behind his neck, nuzzling their noses together.
Their tongues twined together like twin snakes that were competing for the best cave. Her tongue would slide in past his teeth sneakily, as if sampling the location. She flicked at his lips and darted over the top of his mouth.
Steve's tongue was much more forceful and inexperienced. He did not use his lips to his advantage and instead slammed his tongue as deep as he could get it. He compensated with his mastery of vocals and singing, making sure that his tongue was moving into incredibly difficult shapes. Wrapping around Francine's tongue like a boa constrictor, rolling into a tube, even making little clover shapes and pumping around her.
Francine let out little squeaks of delight and rubbed her butt against his crotch. She could hardly believe how strong his tongue was! If he focused this much attention and effort on the rest of his body then maybe he wouldn't be such a shrimpy looking loser all the time!
Francine popped her lips off of Steve's first. He smiled dully upwards at her. His face redder than a tomato and his legs trembling.
"M-m-m-mooo-" Steve said shakily.
Francine brought a hand to her mouth and guffawed loudly.
"Like, oh my gawwwwssssshhhh, Stevie bear! You're like totes funny! I don't like, think I've ever like, heard a joke that funny before! You should become a Tiker-Toker or something!" She shouted at the top of her lungs. Steve blinked up at her. His eyes felt wet and sweat was starting to grow clammy between his shoulder blades.
"What?" He asked flatly.
"Uh… Hey Steve? Am I interrupting something?" Akiko greeted, directly behind him. Steve whipped his head around so fast that his neck cracked. She was standing and smiling, invitingly. She had a paper bag in one hand and a twinkle in her eyes. The sun was hitting her raven black hair perfectly, her firm youthful lips were turned up playfully. There was a spritz of perfume in the air wafting around her - something that she must have just recently put on.
"Akiko! I… We were just–"
"-Leaving. My sweet little pookie bear is going to show me around the school, so that we can get reacquainted with every little nook and cranny. Maybe like, find some secret snuggling spots. Where you bring like all your bitches right baby?"
Francine didn't even look at Akiko when she said all this. She just slid off of Steve's lap and readjusted her outfit. Making sure that her breasts bounced and jiggled. Her lack of bra let her pink, thumb-sized nipples press against the fabric of her shirt with clear intention. Her skirt had worked its way upwards, and red hand prints were clear on her ass cheeks.
"Show you around? Oh right!" Steve said. Francine gripped his hand in between hers and yanked him to his feet. He stumbled and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close. Her warm, soft body was like a straight jacket, perfect for the insane motherfucker that he was.
Steve could hear a creak. A heart breaking, just behind him, as they walked away. God knew he wanted to turn around then, to look in Akiko's eyes and take her hands and his and apologise - but he didn't. For one, his neck hurt from turning around too much, and a fire was alight in his belly. Francine could see it forming - her putty now hardening into iron, soon which she'd refine into steel.
"Good boy," she purred, jamming Steve's arm between her tits as they walked, allowing him to feel the entirety of her shake with every step. His prick quivered with mercy at those words and he had to hold back a moan just feeling his own mother. "I thought you'd fall then, pookie bear. All that progress we made was worth it for that, because you know what Akiko's going to do?"
Steve didn't know if he would care anymore about what Akiko would do. He had more to learn from his mom. More to study about her, to figure out her body and how best to love it. It needed so, so much of his love, he could tell Francine had been starved as of late. While they walked he snaked his fingers down below the hem of her skirt, barely able to crank his head up to focus on her.
Francine's grin deepened, shining beyond the desire to just make her future daughter-in-law jealous. "Naughty-naughty… But feel the heat of my cunt. Akiko's half as bad as me right now, and tonight she's gonna cum herself stupid thinking about you. Imagine that little, horny body, all sweaty and-"
A shocked, appalled gasp cut through Steve's fantasy-within-a-fantasy. Principal Lewis, looking genuinely mortified, had caught him and his mom! Steve could feel the walls of his new living dream crashing down around him, surely Lewis would have the gall to see through Francine's facade - for Christ's sake, he'd been to their house before!
"Steven Smith! How dare you lay a hand on Miss Ling!"
"Ah, fuck," Steven sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, erection slaughtered by the thought of getting in trouble. "P-Principal Lewis, we were just-"
"-Just nothing! I knew you were a bad egg, Smith, but sticking those sticky fingers in god's own garden? You ain't just a bad egg, son, you're the whole omelette of cowshit! A detention, I say, a detention to end all detentions!"
"Principal Lewis," Francine sung, retracting Steve's slick hand from her privates, "don't worry, I'll handle Steve's detention. I know my pookie bear can be a bad boy, but-"
"-But Miss Ling," Lewis knelt on one knee, holding her hand gently, almost innocently, "that boy is bad news! I don't want his sheer, unadulterated awfulness to rub off on you! I mean, you're the all-star cheerleader of Allstar High! Why-"
"-And that's precisely why I should handle his detention!" Francine declared, oh-so-bubbily. "One hour, no, two hours with me, and I'll rub off on him!"
Steve blinked. "What the fuck is happening right now."
Lewis gasped at such language. Steve knew it wasn't the worst thing the man had heard (or said), not by a long shot. His whole world just turned insane in the presence of his mom.
"Three hours," Lewis grumbled, shaking his head and standing up, "whip that bad, bad boy into shape for me, Miss Ling, but please, look after yourself!"
"I will sir!" Francine saluted him, tits jiggling violently as she clicked her heels together. "For the good of Pearl Bailey High!"
A proud, concerned tear escaped Lewis' eye as he nodded to her, lip trembling in fear for her safety. He turned to Steve with a cold hatred and motioned - 'I'm watching you, punk'.
(...)
The walk to detention was excruciating. Francine's public demeanour switched from absolute adoration to a dominant warden. Still she held Steve's hand, but that smile was gone from her face, replaced by a determined, impassioned grimace. With every 'click' of her steps, Steve could hear the gentle clap of her tits, sloshing like buckets, half-filled with cream.
"Dead man walking, my pookie bear," Francine announced loudly, shaking her head. "Teach wants him drawn and quartered!"
"Fran-girl," Steve whispered, "what the hell is going on? You aren't really taking me to detention, are you?"
"Like hell I ain't," she giggled. "Detention's the perfect time to hone your image, Stevie-boy. You're just starting to become the talk of the town now, and it's high-time people see you breaking some rules. Not only will this get Akiko on your tail, it might even kick up some side-puss you'd never even think of!"
Steve's world was expanding, bit by bit. He didn't dare look behind him, but he could hear the whispers of his classmates, the damning talk and theories of what he'd done to get detention time. They spoke of Francine's fame, her stardom, and how brave and daring she was to discipline such a bad motherfucker.
"I could… Have more than Akiko?"
Francine led him into an empty classroom, slammed the door shut behind her, and locked it. Frosted glass prevented the following students from peering in via the door-window, but they could still see garbled forms.
Steve yelped as she pushed him into a desk. He gazed up at his mom in amazement, his boner stretching his pants to their limit. He could actually count the threads in his jeans. Those blue strands valiantly strained to keep his zipper in place.
"So much more. Why settle for a tiny little queen bee like that when you could have the whole hive?" She purred as she slammed her high heel into the desk. She rested one hand on her knee and leaned over. Her tits jostled against each other, swaying hypnotically. They looked like globes of pure pleasure.
Steve took off his glasses and cleaned them. They fogged up so fast. She laid a hand on his shoulder and leaned forward, looking like every shitty porn that he had cranked it to, like every cheap hentai that he had downloaded, like a living porn game... Minus the viruses. His breath was hitching in his chest.
He patted his pockets wondering where the hell his inhaler was, before stopping.
"Do I even have asthma? That seems like a stereotype."
"Answer me." Francine leaned forwards. Pressing her nose to his. Her breath was magma against his skin. She reached between her tits and pulled out a stick of gum, unwrapping it and shoving it into her mouth. Her big, plump, soft, kissable lips were pursed, just a gasp away from another minute in heaven.
"Do you want to enjoy Mommy's honeypot forever? Do you want to be the bad boy admired by society? Do you want to take whatever you want, whenever you want? Make girls fall to their knees in front of you? Just orgasm ropes of cum on the daily? Fling your hot cum around? Or do you want to be a pathetic, limp, little-dick virgin who winds up working a pitiful nine-to-five job for an alpha stud?"
"I… I…" Steve gulped. His heart was beating a mile a minute. "I want it."
"I can't hear you." Francine purred and sat down on his lap. Her pussy was wet, staining his pants. She straddled her son, looking down at him, challenging him. Her fingernails darted up and down his shirt. Playing with the buttons and flicking at his iron hard nipples.
Steve took a deep levelling breath. He closed his eyes and opened them with a tiger-like resolve. His mom wanted to prowl again? Then why not prowl with her - his tigress?
"I want it." He brought his hands down onto her ass cheeks. The crack filled the empty classroom. His fingers dug into her dough-like booty flesh. The meat of her ass was clenching joyfully beneath his groping fingers. Dimples formed on her cheeks and above her ass.
"Actions speak louder than words, pookie bear."
Steve launched up from his seat, surprising Francine again. She tumbled back, steadying herself, legs splayed out cutely on the ground as she got knocked to her ass. Not bothering with his fly, Steve simply tore his pants open and let free his glorious cock. It flopped downwards and bounced, for a moment imitating how her glorious mounds jiggled like jello on strings. Francine's eyes sparkled with magic as her son's awakening musk struck her nostrils.
"O-Oh my…" Her lips parted and drool began to leak down her chin. Completely without any thought or control.
"I'm gonna fuck your throat," Steve warned her. "Loosen up, Fran-girl!"
Before she could protest, congratulate him, do anything else, Steve took grip of the back of his mom's head and lined his dick up, thrusting it against her gasping, waiting mouth. The unbridled wet hotness of her lips struck his skin like lightning, causing goosebumps to prickle all over him. He let out a high, throaty moan, but let his hips speak his actions for him.
He looked ahead first, then down, his sore neck be damned. Fran-girl matched his gaze with a stretched smile, gagging and retching around his girthy schlong. His hands slipped over her golden hair and finally got to her pigtails. He hesitated for a moment. After all this was his mother, for fucks sake! He didn't want to hurt her.
She noticed the hesitation and pulled backwards. Her mouth popped off of his erection with a wet schlop. She then inched forward and playfully bit the tip of his cockhead, just hard enough to get her boy yelping. Her hands gripped his lower back and kept him in place.
"Stevie, pookie bear, horse-cocked goliath of my womb… Don't you dare pussy out on me. Take that bitch-breaking big-boy boner and blast mommy's mouth until she can't think straight!" She threatened him.
She opened her mouth into a perfect circle, and Steve crammed himself inside of her throat again. His cockhead slammed against the back of her throat, arching down to play with her tonsils. Stuffing inch after gruelling beer-can girthed inch into her.
Francine was panting through her nostrils, eyes half-lidded and crossed. She stared upwards at her son in complete face-fucked submission. Her hands held firmly onto his back, digging into his hips, before reaching downwards between their legs.
She let out a growl as she reached past her tiger-print panties and began to play with her dripping wet cunt. Her long pink fingernails brushed, finding her clit and flicking it like the pleasure bean it was. Steve let out laboured little gasps as his balls tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed, attempting to hold back the onslaught of man cream that wanted to erupt from him.
He was panting, grunting, groaning as he fucked his mom's throat, sounding like a wrestler with an opponent in the final contortions. His hands wrapped around her hair, getting a better grip. His hips moved at a breakneck pace, yanking on her head, forcing his dick to go even further down her throat. He was making her head spin,sweat and tears were leaking down her face, making her makeup run.
Lipstick stains marked his cock, leaving thick, slimy pink rings along his dick. Steve shivered in pleasure. He had always wanted to see his mom like this - on her knees, her ass cheeks fully on display, her face wiggling up and down his massive cock! The veins on his forehead were standing out to match the veins on his dick. His chest was heaving and he could feel his load starting to work its way up. A whole day of being edged to oblivion and the climax was only just approaching!
Francine choked and gasped, gargling on her sons man meat. Her cute, fuck-me schoolgirl shoes were kicking happily against the floor, leaving black scuffs on the cheap white linoleum. Her pussy was so wet you could drown a dolphin between her legs, her tits were shaking and jiggling like a Japanese cheesecake caught in an earthquake!
Then the buttons on her white school girl outfit snapped and went flying. The threads could not take all of that intense abuse. Her massive tits flew, free as a pair of doves bursting from a cage. They flopped down and continued to shake and crash together. Her long thick pink nipples were rubbing against her son's legs, coated in dripping drool and precum. The pleasure arching through her was like getting tasered by an aphrodisiac.
"Schlrp! Mmm! Gglgh! Www! Mwhghghwmmmmmm?!" She bleated nonsense.
"S-Sorry, Fran-girl! I didn't catch that - were you saying you want all of my big-boy cream to splatter in your mouth or on your face?" Steve asked with a satisfied chuckle. His heart was bursting through his chest and his head was swimming with lust. The sheer absurdity of the situation was making him feel like a stallion in heat!
"Fccce! FWWWSSSSSEEEE!" Francine shouted out. Her fingers were soaked with her love-juices and his balls felt so heavy and warm! She could swear that she felt his cum churning in there! She could almost feel all of his cute little manly spermies swimming around looking for an egg to dog pile and gang-rape into submission.
"Down the throat it goes then! Hang on tight!" Steve wrapped her hair even further around his fingers and sped up his thrusts to an ungodly degree. His hips were a blur as he fucked her harder and harder. Spit dripped down Francine's chin, cheeks, and lips, splattering against her quivering thighs. It leakes over her knees and onto the floor, mixing with her the nectar dripping out of her cunt.
She was going to cum, eyes full of tears and stars all the same, cunt shuddering at the sensation of being abused.
Her nostrils were filled with the thick heady scent of her son's body. The sweat and desire pumping off of her off him, the hormones that demanded that he take what he wanted and face-fuck her slutty little mouth like the bad ass she knew he could be!
"Fran-girl! HERE… I… CUM!" Steve shouted as he pushed her dick all the way to the hilt. He sheathed his fuck sword into her mouth and began to explode. His convulsions were like something out of an exorcism.
He thought that she was good at kissing, but this was something else entirely. He felt like she was sucking his soul right out of him. Francine gasped, eyes widening. Eyebrows disappearing into her hairline. Her hair stood on end and her back stiffened. Her butt cheeks clenched and she shivered from toe tip to crown of her head.
Steve's cream exploded and flooded her throat and mouth. It was a lot like drowning in a tub full of melted marshmallow fluff. Her gasps and groans turned into desperate little hiccups. Steve's cock stiffened and expelled more and more of his dick juice down her throat.
Steve was panting, quivering with all the cute moans his mom wanted to hear. Face red. Fingers sore. Back and ass burning with the work out. His arms were shaking and for the love of god he was still not done cumming! His balls tightened and another load spurted out of him, eclipsing Francine's own orgasm.
Steve let out a dorky little squeal as his mom latched herself onto the tip of his dick, slipping off him a little. Her cheeks ballooned outwards like a chipmunk as he filled her mouth with his seed. She popped off and a hot long rope slapped against her face, getting in her eye and oozing like a snail's trail down her nose. She sat there staring into space for a few seconds, then tilted her head back and gulped it down.
Her lips popped open and she sighed. A thick cloud of steam poured from her plump lips and sore bright red tongue. She was the very image of a hard-fucked bitch. Steve stared as a pearl of cum dripped to her nipple. She stared at it cross eyed for a few seconds, trying to regain her scattered senses.
"Mom? Fran-girl? …Fuckdoll?" Steve asked nervously. She stared back at him, her entire mind shattered and slowly coming back together. She licked her lips and then leaned her forehead against his shaft. Rubbing his dick juice across her face and forehead.
"...Mommy wants more, pookie bear. Give Fran-girl all that you can," she babbled incoherently as she began to slobber over his cock, her tongue wrapping expertly around it. Steve grunted before gripping her by the chin and his still erect cock by the base, slapping it against her face playfully a few times.
When Francine began to giggle, he shoved it back down her throat.
(...)
The day was hot. The Capels were decidedly not abroad, but the mad blood had for sure stirred in Steve. The longest seven-ish hours of his life had just passed, and he was eager for more of them with Fran-girl.
The duo stumbled out of the empty school, clothes barely tied back into decency. The students had left for the day, and it seemed Lewis had not let the meth lab people in just yet. The school yard was deserted except for a few waiting goths and losers trying to look cool.
Steve had one hand firmly on Francine's fantastic ass as they walked towards the car park. She had one hand shoved firmly in his back jean pocket. The two were smiling, contentment plastered on their faces. Sometimes one would sneak a look at the other, they would catch each other's eye and let out breathless little giggles. Like a pair of lovers who had just discovered an especially juicy secret.
That throat-fucking was not platonic, Steve laughed to himself. They were lovers.
Francine's tits were wobbling more than ever since her shirt got semi-destroyed. She had tied the bottom into a loose knot and her tits sat in it like coconuts in a bag, swaying and bouncing and sloshing. Her butt cheeks wobbled and wagged, like a cat ready to pounce. Her long, luxurious legs were skipping along.
She was the most beautiful woman Steve had ever seen.
They got to the parking lot just as the sun hit a few van windows and enveloped the duo in an overwhelming light. Steve drank in her flawless skin and shivered. His dick was sore and still soaking wet, her slobber still hadn't dried. He felt sort of sorry for the poor bastard forced to clean up the classroom where they had done the nasty in.
"So, where are we parked?" Steve asked. Francine giggled in response and leaned way over to press her big precious lips to his cheek. The fact she still had a bit of cum dripping down her lips was sort of a turn on for him.
"We aren't parked anywhere. My parents are picking me up." She said. She began to wiggle and hooked her thumbs underneath her skirt. Before pulling off her panties with a glorious flourish. She pressed the thong to Steve's hands with a smirk.
"Something to remember me by, pookie." She says playfully.
"Wait… Your parents?" A car screeched up to the curb, nearly knocking Steve over. The back door flew open as the passenger side window rolled down.
"Francine!" the driver and passenger shouted in delight. Steve recognised them - it was Nah Nah and Bah Bah! They completely ignored or didn't noticing that their daughter was being picked up from a high school, was dressed like a whore, and was braless. And was also standing right next to her son who looked confused.
"Get in! Hooker is on in fifteen minutes!" Bah Bah shouted. Francine squealed and clapped and dove into the backseat, giving Steve a perfect final look at her amazing ass.
"Wait… What about me?" Steve asked in confusion. Francine leaned back out the window and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him to her lips. She left him with lipstick on his tongue and his mind in a boiling rut.
"Don't worry, I'm sure Mama Smith will pick you up soon." She said with a giggle and a wiggle. Steve blinked in confusion.
"Can't I just get a ride with you guys?"
"Fuck off, no room in car! Walk home coward!" Bah Bah shouted at his grandson before putting the pedal to the metal.
"So Fran-Fran, you make any new friends at new school?" Mah Mah said as the car sped off. Leaving Steve in a haze of choking smoke. He glanced around in confusion.
"What the fuck was that? Is this a dream and I'm in Hell or something?" He muttered to himself. His mind was a pulsing labyrinth of madness. He plopped his bag onto the curb and sat down. It didn't make any sense! His mom coming to his school, pretending to be his girlfriend, giving him the most amazing head in the world, helping improve his image, and apparently everyone was buying it? It was like reality was warping over backwards for her!
Horror struck him.
"Oh God, please don't be Roger. Please, please, please don't be Roger. I don't want to have a massive crush on Roger dressed up as my mom. I don't think any sort of psychiatrist can fix that." He tapped his foot and checked his watch. Mama Smith was taking her damn time!
"...Chances are good she is going to pretend that she's just mom when she picks me up, or that none of it happened. Or I got a concussion and this is all a dream." It would suck to not get the best head of his life on a daily basis. But he had to face facts. No way would a woman like his mom want to fuck him regularily. Or pretend to be his girlfriend in public.
Steve pulled out his phone. He might as well have passed the time with some video games. After over a half hour of dying on the first level of Tetris he got bored, and then he noticed that he had sixty-nine unread messages, all from one number. All from Akiko. He gulped. No way…
He opened the latest one–
"Hey Steve! There you are!" A musical voice said from behind him. Steve glanced over his shoulder and shot to his feet. Akiko was standing there, hair pulled into a cute ponytail. Her backpack was held in one hand. Her shoes were scuffed and she was rubbing the back of one leg with her foot.
She was cute. She was breathtaking. She was bonafide boner worthy.
"I waited around to see you after school. I-I heard you got detention and wanted to check in on you." She smiled her perfect cute smile. Steve gulped.
"You… Waited? For me?" He asked nervously.
"I actually wanted to–" A car came screeching up, jumped the curb, ran straight towards them. And the duo only just survived when it spun around, splitting the two from each other. Akiko landed heavily in a mud puddle, her hair ruined, her clothes stained, her bag flying and landing in a tree. Steve landed right against the curb at a weird angle and twisted his ankle.
"Stevie! It's mom! Sorry I'm late honey!" Francine shouted as she popped out of the car, completely fine with driving like a maniac and ripping up the school's lawn. Seemingly only worried that she was an hour late.
"Mom! Come on!" Steve shouted. He stood up and looked her up and down suspiciously. She sure didn't look like Fran-girl anymore. The slutty school girl outfit had been replaced by her normal pink house dress. Short at the knees, tight against her hips, a massive boob window that let her jiggling tits bounce and jostle for space. Her hair was out of those pigtails and in a free flow down to her hips, her makeup expertly applied. She was chewing some gum though…
"Right! Come on! We've got to go," Francine said with a smile as she opened the passenger side door for him to hobble and collapse into.
"Hey! Steve! Wait! D-Do you think I can get a ride?" Akiko said as she tried to brush the hardening mud off. Her eyes wide, desperate, searching.
"Fuck off, no room in car! Hitchhike!" Francine snapped before putting the car in reverse and entering traffic the wrong way. Steve watched Akiko stand by the side of the road watching with a confused and hurt look on her face.
"...We could have given her a ride."
"Steve, what part of 'no room in car' did you not hear?" Francine asked with a flip of her hair over one shoulder. "Besides, she has to learn her place if she ever wants to be good enough for my Stevie."
Steve gestured to the entirely empty backseat, her words taking seconds to reach his brain. Most of his brain blood was still in his boner. "I mean it's not like we are using the backseat for anything."
"Oh honey, you're nowhere near ready to use the backseat of a car just yet. But I'm sure we will be able to in time. I've just got to teach you a few… Tricks," Francine said, caressing his thigh lovingly. Steve felt a stirring in his loins. He looked up into the familiar eyes of the woman who raised him and felt the hunger emanating off of her.
He gulped.
Please don't be Roger.
"M-Mom?" He gulped. He stared at her. She smirked beautifully. "Eh, fuck it."
Steve crashed his lips to her. Causing the car to swerve wildly. Francing giggled and returned the kiss. The harsh warm familiarity cinched it. This was his Fran-girl! Her hands left the wheel entirely and caressed his chest and stomach. Reaching into his pants and squeezing the python that nested there.
Steve reached up and gripped her massive tits and groped them. Hard ones that left her imprinted, breathless, and him lightheaded.
They came to a screeching halt in the driveway. Hair a mess. His glasses askew and one massive pale moon white breast bobbing free from her dress.
"I guess we gotta be careful now that we're home huh?" He asked. Francine slowly inched out of the car. She gripped the hem of her dress and lifted it up to show off her bare ass and clapped it a few times for him.
"Oh, pookie bear… Nowhere is safe from me." She said, shattering the last shreds of decency that existed between the two. Now all that remained was sin.