Chapter 25

"Get on all fours, mom," John said, ordering his mom like the good slut she was now.

Pam nodded and obeyed her son's instructions without retorting.

She was more impatient than him at the idea of ​​​​his cock penetrating her from behind…Like a female dog—that she was definitely for him now…

"Spread your legs a little." John was drumming with his penis on his mom's buttocks. They were hot and dripping with sweat.

The wet music enhanced the veiny, throbbing, orgasmic rushes he felt all over his dick.

When Pam spread her legs wide to let her son's snake in, the latter took his time.

Instead of scaling her right away, John put his hard stick between her love buns.

Between the luscious, fiery cheeks, he slid his massive hot dog gently, up and down.

"...John, stop torturing me and stick it inside, please…." Feeling her son's fiery cock between her buttocks, Pam said. She liked the feeling but would rather get violently fucked.

"Can't wait any longer, huh?" John beamed pervertedly and said, "Since you're an erotic-body bitch who can't wait to get screwed by her son, let's get down to business then..."

Without wasting any more time, John grabbed his cock and aimed for the hole he was most interested in. Of course, it was his mother's warm and fat vagina. He was seriously trying to impregnate her after all.

When he untied her hair, grabbed it, and began to move, Pam moaned furiously.

*OooOooohh~~*

"We're off for another top-tier fuck, mom…."

"...You're such a good and tight slut, oh fuck…."

*Aaannh~~*

"...I know it's good, but don't lose your mind before I cum inside this time…."

*Pa, pa, slap, slap~~*

John thrust his hips from up down. He was in a higher position than Pam.

The Doggystyle was a squatting one since his feet were on the bed.

His legs spread— and his two legs on each side of his mom's lower waist, he rewarded her with enthusiastic, stiff thrusts.

Those had her moan like a cow in a slaughterhouse.

*Pa, pa, puff, puff*

*Schlak, schlak, schlak*

The wet spanking sounds continued like this for a long time. Every now and then, Pam's fat pussy made fart sounds. Until John decided to squirt his milk—this time, for the last round since he had another and more important job to do tonight.

"I'm cumming, Mom."

"Wrap your vagina tightly around my cock."

"You mustn't waste a drop," John said, not loud but not quietly either.

The next moment, he was cumming more than he ever did in two days—his body spasming without pause.

His biceps, neck, ass, and other body muscles contracted with strength. Powerful strength…As he watched himself doing his natural and childbearing task: Impregnating women. The orgasm grew more intense when he recalled that his lovemaking match was the mother who gave birth to and raised him in the memories.

John rarely ever felt that much validation. Now, he felt crazily alive, almost like a certain psychopathic and fictional character with red hair.

...Like a wild, uncivilized beast, he would indiscriminately kill if anyone came to prevent him from impregnating his mother, his woman...

The proof of that unethical and vicious certitude was perhaps his eyes going white due to the ejaculating trance he was in.

XX

At that moment,

Pam wasn't in any more lucid state than John.

The twitching, thunder-striking, and cum-rushing orgasms defiling her insatiable body and greedy insides threatened to corrupt her at her core. And her soul.

Her face contorting in a grimace, an ahegao she didn't or rather couldn't try to control, she let herself enjoy and go…

…The sinful and dangerous joys made Pam feel like she was about to go mental.

Thankfully, she was facing the wall.

Otherwise, her son, that superbly built, deliciously packing hunk, would probably identify her as a female pig.

"Haaa, Haaa…" Feeling her whole body weakening, Pam exhaled a hot breath, dazed. Mind half-blank, she was drained from the dehydrating and senses-jerking sex.

Moments later, when John finally took his cock out, she wanted to rest.

However, when her vision came back and saw the manly rod, she licked her lips. Hastily crawled toward it. Its state, especially with bits of cum still rushing out of the cumhole looked appetizing.

When she feverishly scampered to gobble and barf over the still quivering dick without being instructed to do so, her teenage son said:

"That's it for tonight. Don't get greedy."

"..." Pam stared at her son's sea-blue eyes. Like a drug addict needing a fix.

Her expression was like a devout priest hearing about a thriving witch...Basically, John was speaking something her pussy now considered blasphemy.

She did so until she noticed how he didn't seem to care for her pleading gaze or her licking labors...

Knowing she couldn't defy John anymore, also not wanting to, instead of retorting something, she nodded.

Looking at the clock on the wall, she convinced herself that continuing tomorrow was maybe wiser.

When John finished putting on his pants, grabbed his other clothes, and walked out half naked— his back facing her— he said:

"I'll make sure to get you pregnant soon if you aren't already, mom. We have all the time in the world..."

Hearing him say, her vagina, which had been battered, pounded by lightning over and over tonight, jolted one last time.

XX

Above the sacred void, watching Pam's pathetic, crack-whore-like demeanor, Juhachi felt proud of her man.

She was immensely amused for the first time in a long time until she felt three intruders rushing toward her supreme palace.