Clap by Heiot

'Clap. Clap. Clap.' A strange clapping sound could be heard if one were to be in the Smiss household right now. If you were to investigate the source of the strange clapping and ascended the stairway into a room with door slightly ajar you would find the definition of eroticism and debauchery.

A raven-haired woman could be seen crouched down on the floor heavily sweating and moaning like some breeding mare. Bopping up and down on a massive black dildo her huge breasts swayed around spraying sweat and small droplets of milk squirting from her udders. Just like her bosom, her meaty ass-cheeks were constantly clapping against each other, thus being the source of the sound reverberating throughout the whole house. With her breasts and buttocks flailing around her beautiful face, with plump lips, contorted into a lustful face with eyes upturned and her tongue drooling. However, what was most at motion on this woman were her hands. Both fiercely stroked her massive dick that stood erect both hands running up and down its entire length, which must have been as long as her forearm.

"James ! That's it James ! Suck momma's cock ! ..." She exclaimed as she sped up jerking her member. She was in the middle of fantasizing about her college aged son returning home dropping to his knees and immediately sucking off his mother. While these kinds of fantasies were not uncommon for Linda Harisson to have what was uncommon was how long it took for her to get off. While normally she wouldn't last more than an hour with dildo in her pussy, hands on her rod and daydream of her son today was different. Try as she might, she couldn't make herself come for the past three hours. What certainly didn't help her situation was her son arriving later today to spend his summer brake here with her. With her thoughts slipping away from sex her dick immediately went flaccid and she even stopped impaling herself on the dildo.

Horny and frustrated she instantly started lamenting that her fantasies weren't reality so her son could burst through the door and help her with her needs. Thinking about him just made Linda realize just how much she wanted him back. His charm and optimism always filled Linda up and just the thought of his shapely ass in jeans was making her dick rise again. Thinking more about the way her son was Linda started to smirk. Too long was she only fantasizing about her son. It was time her fantasies became reality. As she thought that her dick stood at the ready as she started to slowly pleasure herself. With various different ideas of her son flooding her mind she resumed her masturbating session ready to come.

———x———

'Creeeeeaaaak' the door creaked as I opened it to enter the house. For a little bit I fumbled with the keys before I closed the door behind myself and locked it. Discarding my luggage and shoes in the foyer I went towards the kitchen to meet mom.

Since I started collage, I didn't really have time to return home for the past three years filling me with adequate guilt. The first year was so hectic that I didn't even notice there was a summer break before it ended. The second was filled with constant studying as I was preparing for an onslaught of exams right after the brake. However, I felt really guilty for the third year. It was completely my fault as I missed my flight back home and spent the rest of the brake either at work or with my ex-girlfriend that dumped me soon after the brake ended, While I still messaged my mom, sent her emails about my achievements or even squeezed in some 60 minute phone calls I felt terribly as I was in collage without worry thanks to her and I didn't even bother coming home to check up on her.

As I entered the kitchen I was attacked with the intense and lovely smell of baked goods. Looking for the source of the heavenly smell I looked around. The source of the smell revealed itself to be a platter of cookies still steaming from the oven glazed over with appeared to be a sugar white frosting. Sitting right next to them was a small handbag. Knowing full well who baked them and the owner of the bag I turned towards mom to see her dressed in her favourite jeans and oversized shirt bent over taking out another set of cookies from the oven. My gaze lingered a little bit on my mother's massive behind swaying to the rhythm of unknown song she was humming along as she was baking. As she turned around to face me, she smiled at me and said.

"Welcome, home James."

"Thanks, mom." I replied watching her place the cookies from the oven on to a serving tray before heavily glazing them. As I watched her glazing the cookies with a pitcher in hand, I could swear I could see a small hair land on one of the cookies as she was glazing them.

"Now come give your mama a big hug," she said placing down the pitcher and discarding her mittens.

"Of course, mom. " I said hugging my mom tightly. She replied to my tight hug by squeezing me even more and pressing me into her boisterous cleavage.

"You don't know how much I missed you. No call was enough for me, to once again see my baby." She exclaimed compressing me even more while burring her face in my hair.

"I'm sorry mom I didn't come sooner. School and work and everything else just sort of piled up." I tried to wiggle myself a little bit to get some breathing room.

"Oh, don't you worry about that. Instead of apologizing why don't you try out my cookies ? I used a new recipe for the glazing." She smiled finally letting me go and allowing me to breathe.

"Alright." I said wheezing a little before reaching onto the serving tray and taking one cookie.

I swirled around in my hand observing it. No matter how I turned it I couldn't find a source for rather strong scent these cookies were letting out. Maybe the cookie was a little bit too long in the oven and got a little burnt or mom added something that should have been well past its expiration date. I ignored the strong scent and bit into the cookie. The moment it made contact with my taste buds I was enveloped in strange warmth and incredibly strong taste of the cookie. Munching on the cookie gave me strange salty taste of euphoria. The euphoria being apparently strong enough to give me a semi-erection.

As I started to spot a small tent in my pants, I could see my mother ogling my crotch. Thinking nothing of it I grabbed another cookie. Repaying her gaze with mine I started to stare at her own crotch which bulged out as she was clearly sporting a budding erection thrice the size of mine. Weird, since when did mom have a penis ? I couldn't remember yet I felt a strange feeling as if I'm missing something. As if I was supposed to say something to the staring contest, we held between each of our crotches.

"Alright, I should head upstairs and unpack." I said snapping away from mom's crotch,

"Oh, of course honey. That reminds me I need to check on something in the bedroom. Could you be a darling and not enter it for a time being ?" She replied with one of her hands traveling down to the bulge in her pants slowly massaging it.

"Sure, mom." I replied ignoring her actions. Taking my bag from the countertop.

As I started walking back towards the foyer to fetch my luggage, I opened my handbag pulling out the lip balm. As I was about to apply it, I stumbled on a corner of a rug throwing the lip balm down.

"Oh god I'm such a clutz. Hehe" I giggled bending at the waist to pick it up. As I was bent over, I wiggled my bum to the rhythm of song I suddenly remembered.

"Ugh." Turning around to look for the source of the grunt, mother was nowhere to be seen. Only thing new was a white puddle of liquid on the floor. Must have been the glazing my mom spilled, I said to myself, before turning around and going to the foyer.

I swiftly picked up my luggage and easily carried it up the stairs. Opening the door to my I room I was hit by intense stench filling the whole room. The strong musk quickly penetrated my nostrils and I instantly started to sport a strong erection. I immediately dropped my luggage as one of my hands slowly crept up to my erection as I started to slowly knead it through the coarse fabric of my shorts. My other hand moved up and up before it strangely settled at my chest slowly massaging my nipples. A loud thud snapped me out of my soft masturbation session as I twisted around to look for the source of the sound. However, when I looked into the hallway, I couldn't see anything. As such I retreated into my room.

———x———

The rest of the day I spent unpacking my things, reading up on the news and of course gaming. The whole time I spent munching on mom's cookies, I periodically grabbed from downstairs, until midnight. After one too many lost firefights in online game I decided to turn in for the night. Before going to sleep, I decided to grab a glass of milk to wash down the number of cookies I ate. As such I silently descended downstairs as not to disturb my mother that must have already been sleeping. However, in the kitchen I was met with the most sensual sight.

My mother, stark naked, was standing above her glazing pitcher with cock in hand furiously jerking it trying to refill it with signs of previous refilling attempts sprayed all over the floor. Additionally, a massive black plastic dildo was placed on the countertop standing as if a silent witness to this scene of eroticism. I quickly disregarded her as it was completely normal to refill the glazing with her cum. Where other would the heavenly taste come from other than the delicious spunk of my mother. Twisting around her I quickly grabbed a glass from the cupboard before taking the pitcher and pouring myself a full glass of her pungent cum. Placing the pitcher down under her I looked into her face. Her face contorted with absolute pleasure with tongue rolled out and drooling and eyes upturned. Turning back to my glass of cum I chugged it in one big gulp. Putting away the glass on the countertop I quickly looked back at mom who appeared to be in the process of filling the pitcher back up to the brim. I swiftly turned around and walked up the stairs back into my room. As I ascended the stairs with each step, I wiggled my behind enjoying the familiar tightness in my anus. When I reached the final step, I could hear a massive moan come out from behind me as surely my mother came from looking at her cute son's bottom.

Returning into my room I sat down back in front of my computer letting out a small moan. The cum filling my belly made me incredibly horny as I quickly opened the browser and started to look for porn to watch slowly tugging at my dick to spur it up. I immediately went for my favourite site thinking I would be done in no more than 15 minutes. However, as I started to watch it, I realised the sensual moans of step-mom sucking her step-sons dick couldn't even make me hard. Resigning on the video I started to scroll around looking for something else that could grant me my much-needed release.

Suddenly one video caught my attention. A futa hypno video. Choosing to experiment I played it taking out my cock slowly tugging at it to rise it to attention. As the video progressed and the subliminal messages started to ring through my mind, I started to jerk faster and faster. Before I knew it one of my hands was jerking as fast as it could. While the other was busy pistoning my large dildo up my ass-pussy hitting my prostate and making me moan out in pleasure. Soon I just stopped jerking my dick moving the free hand to tug at my nipples instead. Twisting my nipples appeared to be the perfect choice as I nearly immediately came squirting my juice all over the place leaving me a soft moaning mess for couple of minutes now bobbing up and down on the dildo suctioned to my chair.

———x———

Next few weeks passed in flurry as most of my time I spent gaming or watching futa hypnosis porn. This way of life continued up-to one Wednesday.

As usual I woke up in my bed coated in sweat from the masturbation I subconsciously did as I slept. I slowly removed my massive horse cock dildo from my anus leaving behind nice plump donut and making me immediately feel longing for something to fill my behind. With the tool in hand, I quickly jumped up from my bed sending my bottom jiggling. Since I started to drink my mom's cum periodically and started to work out my ass was slowly getting bigger and bigger nicely filling out my new panties I always wore. Standing up on my bed I stored the tool on a shelf right next to my ever-growing collection of dildos. After assuring myself it won't drop down from the shelf, I turned around scrouging my dressers to pick what to wear. I soon decided on casual booty-shorts, black tank-top that emphasized my puffy and stretched nipples with plain white panties, thigh-high striped socks that slightly dug into my meaty hips creating small skin-dentation and sneakers with raised heel. For about last two weeks I started to favour raised heel shoes as flats are starting to become more and more uncomfortable. Finishing my morning preparations with layer of make-up and strong layer of lipstick on my plump lips I left my room walking down the hallway for breakfast my mom made. As I walked, I started to sway my hips to the rhythm of song I was listening to yesterday as I went to sleep. I think it was named: "Stupid futa cumslut, cock thirsty" or something like that.

"Good morning, mom." I greeted my mother as I entered the kitchen.

"Good morning, sweetie. Sit down on your chair breakfast will soon be ready." She replied swaying her hips to the rhythm of a song I didn't knew.

Looking over the dining room I was looking for my chair to sit down on. I quickly found it stashed in the corner of the table. The familiar wooden dildo in the middle of the seat quickly brought smile to my face as I spat on my hand and together with a glass of mom's cum, I lubed the cock up before sitting down on it. The dildo without a hitch passed through the cut-outs in my shorts and panties and immediately assaulted my prostate making me moan out in pleasure. As I slowly started to grind on it, I looked towards mom appraising her appearance and patiently waiting for my breakfast feeling once again happy and filled with a cock in my ass-pussy.

In recent days mom didn't really change up her outfit as she elected for the usual black t-shirt with deep neckline showing of her tremendous cleavage paired with tight and form-fitting jeans that emphasized her massive ass and hips. The jeans had the classic crotch cut-out to let her massive cock dangle free. The cut-out came incredibly handy both for access to her cum when I wanted to refill my bottle and both due to my constant teasing and our sloppy make-out sessions that make her dick hard almost all the time. Just as I was done looking her over, she turned around to me carrying a beautiful plate of English breakfast with all that it needs: eggs, sausages, beans and of course my daily dose of pink pills. With a smile she placed the plate before me as I eyed what to eat first.

Of course, my hand reached for the topping to top of the great breakfast as a I slowly started to jerk her cock. Her smile quickly contorted into an ahegao face as she pressed her hands behind her back and started to thrush into my hand. As soon as her dick was completely hard, I turned towards her and quickly took all of her cock down my throat. Still impaled on the wooden seat dildo I started to vacuum my mother's penis for every last bit of cum she had. The sounds of slurping and moaning filled the room as we partook in one of the most aggressive deep-throat sessions we ever did.

Soon I felt her dick swell in my mouth letting me know she was about to come. Just as I felt the cum come up her rod, I quickly took her penis and pointed it towards my plate covering it in thick layer of her pungent spunk. While I regret a little bit that couldn't eat her cum directly, I can at least enjoy it covering my morning meal. When the torrents of ejaculations finished my mom's face returned into her classic warm smile as she sat down next to me quietly enjoying her own English breakfast. I too picked up my utensils and started to relish in my breakfast.

"So, what are your plants for today honey ?" mom asked in between eating the eggs.

"I don't know. But probably shopping. My pants are starting to become a little tight around my butt-cheeks." I replied slightly tugging at the tight white fabric stretching over my ass.

"Don't worry mom. My ass-pussy and mouth-pussy only belong to you." I replied with a smile sucking on a dildo shaped ice-cream for dessert.

———x———

'Click, Clap. Click, Clap. Click, Clap.' A synergy of two distinct sounds could be heard throughout the whole house. The origin of the sounds was silly little me. The platform heels I now always wore as they were only shoes that felt comfortable announced my presence whenever I entered a room. The second source was my massive meaty ass. The tiny little ass I had has grown into a proper shelf with ass-cheeks that clapped together whenever I took a step. The sheer heft of the sound was so alluring I now periodically throw it back whenever I feel horny. Hugging my massive behind were denim hotpants that couldn't even cover half of my ass-cheeks as they always rode up. Peeking out from under the hotpants was a black thong that barely covered my long time non-functioning clitty. While the thong provides little to no coverage, I wear it more like a fashion accessory then functioning piece of undergarments. Settled between my ass-pillows is my permanently deformed donut anus. Nowadays I can't go on more than 5 minutes without something filling my bussy so I always stuff myself with a dildo I fancy that particular day. Ascending upwards over my hairless body a crop-top covers my sensitive chest. My nipples and breasts engorged from the constant tugging. To protect myself from elements I usually pair the crop-top with a varsity hoodie that I have nearly always unzipped. As I walk down the hallway, I quickly check in to a bathroom to see my inflated lips. They grew so much I now have permanent O-face which mom loves. Whenever she face-fucks me she tells me I look like some kind of sex doll. Before I leave, I look into my green eyes in the mirror. Long gone was the college James. All the engineering knowledge is long gone replaced with various sex positions, how to perfectly suck cock and other knowledge that is more fitting for a Jamie. Snapping back, I turn to the hallway intentionally slapping my ass-cheek as if to congratulate myself.

Descending the stairs, I can see my mother sprawled on the couch completely naked. It was a long while since she stopped wearing clothes in the house. The reasoning behind it being to ease access as well as to showcase her full beauty to me 24/7. She was sprawled out all over the couch with one hand jerking her delicious rod while other plunged into her wet pussy. As she heard my heels announcing my presence, she turned towards me and ordered me:

"Quick, butt-slut come here and show me how much you want this cock."

"Yes, mommy." I exclaimed as I hurried in front of her. As a proper cumslut son I long stopped calling her mother or mom. Mommy is the correct terms to always address her.

As I stood before her I hypnotically stared at her cock. The most sublime and delicious thing was swaying right in front of my eyes. I quickly started to drool coating my puffy lips with a nice glazing of drool.

"Show me that ass, slut !" mommy commanded and I quickly obeyed as I turned around. With practiced motion I extended my hands behind my head, buckled in knees and leaned a little forward. As soon as the cock was out of my sight, I started to desire it more and more. Oh, that divine tool that could always fill me up. The faucet of the nectar of heavens. Just thinking about that weapon made me squirt cum-juice all over my clothes. I wanted that thing. I needed it. I need that cock. I need dick.

'Clap.' The deep fantasy about that penis made me subconsciously twerk. However, to earn that tool I need to do more than that. I need to work harder.

'Clap. Clap, Clap. Clap, Clap…' Soon the whole house was filled with the deprived sounds of my massive ass-cheeks slap against each other. Assaulting each other in the most erotic cacophony. I throw it back like my life depended on it. Unknowingly my face contorts with tongue drooling outside I my face turns into the perfect ahegao face.

"Please, Mistress. Grant this lowly cum-dump the pleasure of feeling your massive cock in his bussy !" I screamed in pleasure as I continued to vigorously twerk.

"Come here slut and feel my cock !" She commanded as with one swift motion she pulled out my dildo and pressed my whole body on her dick.

"OH YES !!!" I exclaimed as I felt her cock penetrate the deepest parts of my ass pussy. Looking for more pleasure I started to bob up and down on her penis. We soon find rhythm that suits both of us as I start moaning and she lets out pleasured grunts. The heft of her dick penetrating me soon brings both me and her to climax. As Mistress feels herself coming, she quickly grabs me and pushes me down pressing my ass to the hilt of her cock. The sudden movement makes me moan in pleasure as I feel her penis throbbing ready to release.

"Take it all, whore." She whispers to me as she erupts inside of me. Her cum quickly filling my anus as I feel my stomach bloat a little as her cum overflows into my belly. The sensation of her cum filling me sends me over the edge as I squirt my Rsgrsgsfefesfsfsrfrsfrsfesfdsfdsfsefsefdsefsefseffesfes juice all over my thong soaking it completely in impotent cum. We both are left in a pile of sweat and cum. Both Mistress and I stay like that for a few minutes relishing in the post sex daze before she quickly jerks up.

"Now get ready. We are going to that orgy Marleene is hosting." She said as she removed herself from me and stood up to dress herself.

"Awesome I need to catch up with that slut Jordie. I heard his mistress filled him so much that he can't no longer talk because the hormones fried his brain." I exclaimed plugging myself back with my dildo.

"With the direction we are heading you'll be like him in no time." Mommy smiled towards me as she opened the door to leave.

"For you Mommy I will be anything just that I can drink your delicious cum." I retorted as I left with her letting her slap my swaying ass-cheek.