MOTHERLY GRUDGE Ch 2 By ScumDumpster69

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Cole mumbled to himself as he clumsily tried to put on his socks. It was already noon, made evident without even needing to look at the clock, as the southern sunlight flooded his entire room. Nauseous and with a splitting headache, he sat on his bed, its cover thrown onto the floor in his newly-awoken stress, where it oozed of an unmistakably womanly scent. There was understandable denial on his mind of what had taken place during the hazy night before, but one whiff was all it took to confirm his fears.

He hadsucked his aunt's cock... and enjoyed it.

A bead of sweat ran down his forehead as he pondered how to face her, and his mother as well for that matter. Judging from the sound of the TV from downstairs, Monica was still around, as it was quite unlikely for his mother to be watching it. There was no sound of their voices either, so hopefully his aunt was the only one who was up, because it meant that there was a chance that she and Cole could have a serious conversation about what they had done. But of course, that required him to get there before Christina.

He stood up on wobbly feet after getting dressed, almost ending up falling over immediately in his dizzy state, but managing to awkwardly make his way to his door. Opening it up as quietly as possible, he looked around the hallway for a moment before continuing down the stairs. And sure enough, before he had even reached the bottom floor, he could see Monica sitting on the couch of the living room just ahead, already having noticed his presence and giving him a sly smile with her head turned back towards him.

"Morning," she bubbled, bringing a cup of coffee up to her lips and taking a drawn out sip, staring at Cole the entire time.

He gulped as he took the last step down the stairs, once again struck by Monica's beauty, her face already styled with fresh, sexy makeup. "Good morning..." he mumbled, blushing and awkwardly avoiding eye contact.

Monica giggled softly in response. "Feeling okay?"

"I-I'm fine..." He looked around the room, towards the kitchen, the bathroom, for any sign of his mother having awoken, but there was no sign to be seen. "Umm... where's mom?"

"Still sleeping. Must have been a wild night for her."

"... Guess so," Cole replied, forcing himself to give his aunt a weak smile. He was immediately met with Monica's look of amusement, her own smile seeming to go from ear to ear, complete with a seductive lip-bite.

"Not as wild as our night, though..." she purred, giving him a wink before turning back to the TV.

Cole blushed even redder, the feeling of shame washing over him like never before. Shame over what they had done, but also because of the fact that even now, the morning after, he went from flaccid to rock-hard in mere seconds from Monica's flirting. Not that any other healthy man with a reasonable sex drive could have blamed him for it.

He couldn't quite remember all that had happened the night before. Of course there was no way he could forget having her cock in his mouth, or the feeling of receiving a load of her hot cum down his throat, but what happened afterwards was a blur. Had he fallen asleep shortly after? Had they slept in the same bed? ... Or had they perhaps gone even further?

"Listen, Aunt Monica..." Cole began, slowly walking towards the couch. "We need to talk... about what happened last night."

Monica eyed him wordlessly as he sat down a few feet away from her. "Mmm... you know, it's a bit of a blur for me," she teased, playfully scratching her chin in mock naivety. "Why don't you remind me?"

Cole went quiet for a few seconds, trying his best to stifle his raging hard-on from the increasingly clear memories appearing in his head. "... What we did was... wrong. We both know that."

"You hesitated to say that," Monica shot back without skipping a beat. "And I don't think it was wrong at all. As far as I remember, we both had a great time."

"... Yes, you're right," he admitted, letting out a deep sigh. "I... I enjoyed it. But I'm not sure if I can bring myself to keep this going."

A menacing chuckle escaped Monica's lips as she slid a bit closer to him, her tits jiggling hypnotizingly in her tight, red dress as she moved. "Cole, you can't fool me. I know you want to go all the way. Just because you were drunk it doesn't mean that you weren't telling the truth."

"W-well maybe I changed my mind!" he blurted, turning away from Monica's predatory gaze. "Besides, what if mom finds out?"

"Eh, that's fine," she dismissed casually, crossing her legs as she settled down right next to him, practically engulfing him in a cloud of her sweet, womanly aroma, with her thick, meaty thigh pressed against his smaller one. "I don't mind sharing."

Cole slowly looked back at her, not sure if he had misheard or not. "... What?"

Monica's eyes suddenly darted away, breaking eye contact with her nephew. "Umm, you know, like..." she began, before pausing for a few seconds in search for words. "... Nevermind. I was just trying to make a joke."

"Right..." He gave her a suspicious look as he watched her face transition from an uncharacteristic nervosity to that same alluring smile from before.

"Come on, Cole," she pleaded. Leaning in closer to his face, she deftly wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him tightly against her large bust. "We have something beautiful going on here... Don't throw it away just because it's a bit... out of the ordinary."

Out of the ordinary, Cole thought to himself, the words almost drawing out a laugh from him. He would have described the relationship more along the lines ofcompletely fucked up. But even so, he was torn. It was tempting to just dismiss all reason and go along with her, but there was no telling what kind of dark spiral it would lead him down. And she still hadn't addressed his concern about Christina finding out. What was all that about "sharing" anyway?

"I don't know, Aunt Monica..." he finally mustered, secretly basking in her scent and the beautiful view of her sexy cleavage in the corner of his eye.

"Okay, okay, how about this: You come over to my place next weekend and we can justtry going a step further. I mean, who knows, you might love it. And if you don't, I won't bug you anymore."

The way she described her plans was vague at best, but to Cole, it wasn't hard to imagine what she was after: His anal virginity. After all, how else do you follow up on a blowjob? Still, he wanted to hear her spell it out for him, in part to ensure him of what he was getting into, but also because deep down, he was aching to hear more of her seductive descriptions.

"Umm, what exactly does 'a step further' mean?"

Her response came in the form of an erotic lip bite, before leaning in even closer to him, putting her lips right up by his ear. "I want to see how well that tight ass of yours can handle my fat cock..." she whispered, in her ever so irresistible, succubus-like voice.

A shudder went through Cole's body, causing his every muscle to relax rather than tense up like one might expect, as if his aunt's words were making him melt. His breaths became heavy and drawn out as images of her on top of him flooded his mind, every strand of hair on his body standing on end, as did his now throbbing cock.

It was as if he was under a spell. No more than a few minutes ago, he would have despised the idea of getting fucked in the ass, but now he was practically longing for it, not far away from begging the voluptuous beauty to take him right then and there. In that moment, there was no doubt in his mind that with the seductive power that she possessed, she could bend any man in the world to her will. Hell, probably even most women, were they to catch a glimpse of that massive cock swinging between her legs. It was almost scary how alluring she was.

"What do you say?" she added, tilting her head at him as she awaited his answer.

"Promise me that if I'm uncomfortable with it, you'll respect that... Okay?"

"Of course!" Monica bubbled, gently hugging him a bit tighter. "I would never force you to do anything, sweetie. I just want you to find out who you really are... For your sakeand mine."

Finally a genuine smile spread across his lips. "Thank you, Aunt Monica... I know you're just looking out for me." He kept his head down as he spoke, looking at his twiddling thumbs, when he suddenly saw Monica's hand move to his thigh, her red-painted nails digging into his flesh, just on the verge of causing him pain. Before he even had the chance to turn to face her, he could feel her plump lips suddenly connect to his cheek.

"Let's seal the deal with a kiss, baby..." she purred after marking her nephew's handsome face with her red lipstick, using her free hand to gently turn him towards her. Just looking at him up close almost had her panting in lust, taking in the view of his enchanting hazel eyes and full, kissable lips as she eagerly waited for him to initiate the kiss, in the hopes that the feelings she had for him wouldn't go unanswered.

Cole quietly looked at her for a second, more specifically at her inviting mouth.Fuck it, he thought, pressing his lips against Monica's thick, wet ones. Immediately upon contact, the butterflies in his stomach that he had experienced last night came back to him, her hand holding his head in place while she returned his kiss with ten times more passion than he had initiated it with. He let out a little whimper of protest as he suddenly felt her tongue invade his mouth, but ultimately did nothing to stop her. Partly because he knew that it would make the situation more awkward than it needed to be, and in part because he remembered how good it had felt the last time they kissed and wanted to shamefully experience it again.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it had started, with Monica being the one who pulled away, leaving a string of saliva hanging between their mouths. "Mmmm... I needed that," she moaned, giving Cole a satisfied smile.

With a flushed face and heavy breathing, he merely stared at his aunt as she suddenly rose from the couch and quickly made her way to the front door. "... Where are you going?"

"Home," she replied as she began putting on her shoes, seemingly in a hurry. "I actually have a ton of stuff to do and I'm already running late."

"... Then why didn't you leave earlier?"

Monica placed both hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow at him. "And miss out on getting to make out with you? Fat chance." She turned to open the door, but gave Cole one last look over her shoulder, tucking a few strands of her dark hair behind her ear with a warm smile on her face. "Remember, babe. Next weekend." With that, she gave him a seductive wink before stepping out and shutting the door behind her.

A deep sigh escaped Cole's lips as the silence of his still life returned. It had been a wild, and certainly fun time with Monica around, and although he was happy to go back to relaxing on his own, there was an immediate void left by her.

She had barged in and literally changed Cole's life forever, in just one night. He felt like he didn't even know himself anymore, as if the person he was before had simply vanished, been erased through Monica's brainwashing. Would she be the new standard that he would compare other women to? Would anything less than her even interest him anymore? Would he be fine with flat-chested women? Shorter ones? Women with skinny, thin figures?

But most importantly, would he no longer prefer women with female genitalia?

He shook his head where he sat, trying to rid himself of the lewd thoughts that now seemed planted deeply in his brain. It didn't help that without Monica around to divert his attention, he now felt the splitting headache that he had woken up with hit him with full force. At that point he only desired two things: A tall glass of water, and to return to his warm bed to rub one out, while Monica's womanly scent still lingered in his room.

Fuck, he thought to himself as he stood up, still dizzy but manageably so.I'm such a degenerate.

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Freshly rehydrated and with a box of tissues on his nightstand, Cole was ready to do his thing. He grabbed the cover off of the floor and pulled it over him as he went to lie down on the bed, dressed only in a pair of boxer briefs. Almost immediately upon resting his head on the pillow, he pressed his nose against the fabric that had been infused with Monica's essence, so sweet and strangely hypnotizing that it almost caused him to pass out on the spot.

With a shaky hand, he grabbed his rock hard cock and began slowly jerking off, knowing full well that he would feel shame seconds after orgasming... but he couldn't stop himself. In his mind, he saw it all so clearly: Monica's fat, round tits, her thick ass that almost burst the seams of her red pencil dress, her seductive gaze and juicy lips smiling at him... He could almost feel her warm, wet tongue sliding into his mouth, taste her sweet aroma, his every sense drowning in her being. All this while simultaneously imagining her thick shaft sliding in between his buttcheeks, teasing his virgin hole...

He was so lost in pleasure that the footsteps in the hallway, which he otherwise would have heard, went unnoticed. Instead, the creaking of his door was what brought him back to reality, in a rather panicked manner. He quickly let go of his aching cock as he sat up, panting and sweating, feeling a hint of irritation over the interruption as he looked over to see his mother standing there. Dressed in a white pajamas and with her light brown hair in a tangled mess, it was clear that she had just gotten out of bed.

"Mom?!" he called out, his tone showing clear anger. "Could you at least knock before just barging in?"

Christina stared at him in silence with no clear emotion on her face, before casually closing the door behind her. With her arms crossed beneath her massive tits that were contained by nothing else than a thin, white pajama top, she slowly started walking towards her son, not taking his eyes off of him for a second.

"Mom?"

She stopped just beside the bed, giving him a judgmental look from above. "You were jerking off, weren't you?"

Cole was dumbfounded. Did those words really just come out of her mouth? Was this really his mother? The mundane, reserved woman he had known all his life? He didn't even know she was capable of saying that kind of thing, let alone so casually.

"... What the hell, mom...?" he squeaked, his weak voice giving away his embarrassment. "... No, I-I was just..."

"Don't lie to me. You're all red in the face and sweating. What else could you have been doing?"

Cole glared at her with wide eyes, contemplating if she was playing some sort of prank on him. "... Why does it even matter? It's none of your business!"

"Yes it is," she growled before Cole had even finished his sentence. "You were thinking about her, weren't you? About my sister?"

Her words hit him like a truck, instilling an immediate sense of internal panic. How did she know? Had she not been blacked out the entire time he was with Monica? But more importantly, was there a way out of this that didn't result in causing irreparable damage to his relationship with his mother?

"... W-what? What are you talking about?" Try as he might to sound convincing, he couldn't stop his eyes from nervously straying away from Christina's, all the while hiding the lower half of his face behind the cover like a scared little girl.

She scoffed at him. "There's no point in denying it. I heard you giving her a blowjob last night."

Overcome with guilt, Cole stayed quiet, staring out of the window, wishing he could be anywhere else than with his pissed off mother. He could practically feel her stare as the silence dragged on, but there was hardly anything he could say to make the situation any better.

"Are you not gonna say anything?" she prodded.

Cole gulped as he slowly turned to face her. "I'm sorry, mom... I... I didn't mean for it to happen... We were both drunk, and she came on to me really hard... I didn't know what to do."

"Did she force you?"

"Huh?"

"I said, did she force you to suck her cock?!" she roared, hands on her hips and leaning forward as she spoke, accentuating her furious facial expression.

He couldn't even bear to face her, instead letting his gaze wander back out of the window. "Well... no. Not really. She just kinda... persuaded me, I guess."

Christina looked down at the floor, letting her messy hair hang down in front of her eyes. "Why, Cole...?" she mumbled, almost sounding as if she was tearing up. "Why her? She's just taking advantage of you..."

"Mom, she's my aunt... She would never do that. Besides, she said that-"

"I don't care what she said," Christina interrupted. "She doesn't love you like I do."

He gave her a puzzled look. "Well... so what? I mean, you're my mom..."

"'So what'?! Are you kidding me?"

Cole stared at her, stunned and speechless. He couldn't for the life of him understand what had caused this reaction, other than the understandable anger directed at him for sleeping with her sister, but the issue seemed to go deeper than that. She was acting strange, not at all like one would expect from this type of scenario.

"After all I've done..." she wept, clenching her trembling fists where they hung at her sides. "I threw away my youth for you. Ever since you were born, I've done nothing but look after you. Even though your other mom left me all alone... I was only 19 years old for god's sake..."

"Mom... What are you talking about? I mean, I admit that I messed up, but you know I still love you more than anyone else..."

"Then it should have been me!" she shouted, her eyes tearing up as she glared at her son, who was understandably taken aback by the outburst.

Overtaken by confusion and irritation, Cole finally snapped. "What's that supposed to mean?!" he fired back, letting out the built up frustration from the senselessness Christina was spouting.

"I love you, Cole," she said matter-of-factly. "It hurts knowing that our relationship is nothing more than that of a mother and son... If you only knew how many times I've masturbated while thinking of you, how many times I've sniffed your clothes, or stared at your ass when you have bent over..."

Cole's jaw dropped. One look at Christina's teary mess of a face made it clear that she was not joking around in the slightest. But why would she say such a thing? Had she gone completely mental, or was this really how she felt about him? ... And was this what Monica was talking about when she mentioned sharing?

Suddenly, memories of their past relationship was seen in a different light to him. He recalled all those times when his mother had been in a bad mood, how she would always ask for a comforting hug, which, as the loving son that he was, he always gladly gave her. Thinking back on it, he couldn't help but remember those moments as being strangely drawn out, and perhaps a bit more intimate than a hug between family members typically was. He had, at worst, gone as far as enjoying the soft feeling of Christina's plump body, especially her pillowy breasts pressed against his chest. But what about her? Had she always had an ulterior motive behind the seemingly innocent act?

"You're joking, right...?" Cole said in complete disbelief, even though the answer to the question was obvious.

"You think I would say this as a fucking joke?" she spat. "No, Cole. I fantasize about having sex with you literally every day." Even she was surprised at how easily she could tell him about her feelings, but enough was enough. Her time of holding back was over.

"What the hell are you saying, mom?!" he shouted in her face, his previous docile demeanor gone. "That's sick!"

"Oh, but having sex with your aunt isn't?"

Cole went dead silent. Any moral high ground that he thought he had was lost immediately. Sure, he could come up with excuses, whether it be by blaming the alcohol, saying that he did what he did out of kindness, or fear of disobeying Monica, but he knew none of them were true. He had done it because, ultimately, he had wanted to. And regardless, no excuse could ever truly justify his actions.

But that wasn't the most pressing issue at the moment.

"Mom... is that really how you feel about me?" He blushed as the thought of Christina being in Monica's place during the night before crossed his mind.

Christina sighed deeply, once again looking down at the floor. "... I can't help it, Cole. It's just... You've always been so good to me. You always know how to cheer me up, you help out around the house without me asking. You make life as a single mother feel alright... And..."

In that very moment, Cole nearly forgot about the obscenities that had come out of her mouth moments ago. In fact, he almost forgot why they were even there in the first place. Tears had started to form in his eyes, of pure, unadulterated joy. Never in her life had the gloomy, quiet Christina opened up like that to him.

"... And?"

"And you're... really attractive," she added. "I know I shouldn't be saying this but... Every time I look at your pretty face I feel pride over being your mother, as if I created something beautiful..."

With his face now a deep crimson color, Cole let out an embarrassed cough. "Umm... Well, hearing you say that definitely makes me happy... But you're my mother. You're not supposed to feel that way about me."

"I bet you told Monica something similar, and yet look where you ended up with her."

He tried to put aside his mother's confession for a moment, going back to what he knew needed to be addressed. "Fine, I admit it..." he mumbled, his tone laced with remorse. "I'm sick. She's sick. What we did was sick. But it doesn't have to keep going."

"Then why did you agree to another... 'date'?" she pressed, the word "date" making her cringe.

"I'll cancel it... Because I know you're right. It's not normal for us to be doing this sort of thing, and... I'm really sorry."

Christina eyed him in silence for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt over the mental stress she was putting on him. "I think there's been a misunderstanding, Cole."

Her words came as a slap in the face. "... What?"

"I'm not angry over the fact that you had sex with a family member," she explained. "I don't think there's anything wrong with that, as long as it's between consenting adults."

Cole went quiet. He wanted to hear her explanation, but deep down he knew what she was getting at. After all, why else would she confess to practically being in love with him in the first place?

"Mom, you're not trying to say what I think you are... right?"

She gave him a stern look as she took a step closer, to the point where her legs were touching the mattress. "You know exactly where I'm going with this," she scoffed, her arms once again crossed under her breasts. "I love you more than my sister ever could, yet you picked her over me. You betrayed me. And now, we will set it right."

"Mom, please..." Cole begged, his voice sounding on the verge of tears. "This isn't you... Please stop..."

"This is me. It's always been me. You just didn't know." She leaned forward, giving Cole a perfect view into her massive cleavage, the single button on her pajama top undone as if for that very purpose. "We're going to have sex. Right here, right now."

A shiver went down Cole's spine, not only overwhelmed by Christina's proposition, but also the sweet scent that emanated from her, battling the faint, lingering one that Monica had left behind. Furthermore, her giant, round tits were practically in his face, with her thick nipples visibly poking into the thin fabric of her pajamas. They were very clearly erect, suggesting that her desire to have sex with him wasn't merely fueled by some twisted wish to get back at her sister. She was horny. She wanted him, badly. And for some reason, Cole found it hard to stop himself from getting erect.

"No!" he cried out, turning away in shame. "We can't, mom!"

Without a word, Christina continued to glare at him for a moment, before suddenly reaching for the hem of her top, the subtle rustling of her clothes managing to draw her son's eyes back to her. In one quick, determined move she pulled her pajama top off, letting her fat tits drop out in a way that could only be described as mesmerizing. Bouncing and jiggling, sending ripples through their jelly-like consistency before they came to be still, her hard, dark-pink nipples pointing straight out.

Any hint of resistance still left on Cole's face was lost immediately. His eyes went wide and his mouth agape as he took in the beautiful view in front of him, a pair of tits that rivaled that of his aunt. They were just as round and full as hers, with the same lack of sagging that seemed almost unnatural considering their staggering heft. But they definitely weren't enhanced, that much was certain. And while it was hard to compare from memory alone... did they look even bigger than Monica's? It would make sense considering Christina was the heavier of the two, even if only slightly.

The look on her handsome son's face brought her more joy than anything in the world, but more than that, it filled her with a sense of confidence that she had never experienced. "Changed your mind yet?" Finally, the frown that had seemed almost engraved on her face turned into a victorious grin.

"N-no..." Cole stammered, trying to avert his gaze over and over only to have it drawn back as if by a rubber band each time. "You can't win me over like this..."

"Are you sure?" Desperate for more of his attention to her body, she bent down and began pressing her tits together, their round shape distorting as she kneaded them against each other, letting her soft flesh spill out between her fingers. "Don't fight it, Cole... Give in. I promise you that I can give you more love than my sister ever could... Just let me prove it to you."

With his eyes hypnotically half closed, Cole no longer tried to look away. He simply didn't possess the willpower for it. He kept his eyes glued to his mother's erotic nipples, imagining how it would feel to have those plump, juicy things in his mouth. It's not like he hadn't seen her bare chest before, but that was many, many years ago. Although, upon seeing them again it was a mystery how he could ever have forgotten how beautiful they were, no matter how young he was the last time.

Not even when Christina suddenly put a knee up on the bed and drew even closer to him did he take notice, at least up until the point where her tits were inches away from him. Her proximity made it impossible for him to ignore her hungry advance, drawing his attention away from her chest to her face, which, much like Cole's, was flushed red and panting in lust. They locked eyes, mutually taking notice of how horny they both were without needing to express it with words.

"Monica always talks about how she loves having her breasts sucked," Christina said. "I bet she let you have a taste... Will you do the same for be, honey?" Biting her lip, she lifted her right breast up towards Cole's face and pressed her nipple against his lips, drawing out a weak, resistant moan from him. "Go ahead, Cole... Suck on mommy's breasts..."

Cole sat and stared at his mother's lustful expression as she began grinding her nipple against his lips, slowly but surely making them give way along with his last bit of resistance. As he felt the bumpy, spongy texture slide past his lips, he was finally swayed to comply, even if just barely. Hesitantly, he opened his mouth wider, letting it inside to the point of it hitting his tongue, sending a shudder through his weak, limp body. With lips wet with saliva, he slowly sucked it deeper into his mouth, closing his eyes as more of her soft flesh followed along with it, which he immediately latched onto. Without the need to be told, his tongue went to work on her thick nipple, circling it, flicking it up and down, eliciting an uncharacteristically erotic moan from Christina.

"Mmmm... Just like that..." In an effort to make him feel more at ease, she began petting his head, gently scratching him with her nails as she moved across his scalp. Even his hair was breathtaking. The way its sandy color glistened in the sun as it rose and fell with the motion of her hand was almost magical.

As for Cole, being pet was exactly what he needed at that moment for some odd reason. There was something soothing about it, as if all that tension from moments ago was fading away in favor of Christina's affection, which was now being reflected in her actions. And while it may have seemed like a fairly innocent act, it wasn't something she had ever done before, not even during the strangely tender hugs they had often shared in the past. With that said, it should go without saying that having her nipple in his mouth as she did it was something that, however erotic it may have been, still inflicted a deep sense of disgust in him that he couldn't quite shake.

"Look me in the eyes, Cole..." Christina purred. Much to her delight, he did as told right away, seductively opening his glistening, hazel eyes to meet her lewd gaze. "Good boy..."

He had always known that, objectively speaking, Christina was a beauty. But this was the first time in his life that he actually felt an attraction to her, and what hit him immediately was that he had never felt the same way about any of the girls at school or elsewhere, with the exception of his aunt. It was hard to say which one of them was the most attractive one, mainly because of their different approaches when it came to beauty, but his mother definitely brought something fresh to the table.

In this instance, like always when she was at home, she was wearing zero makeup. Every little "flaw", if you could even call them that, on her face was clearly visible, such as the faint lines under her eyes, most likely made more apparent from her hangover, the few, uneven freckles across her face, her round, somewhat chubby cheeks, and the thickness of her lips that, while pretty in their own right, were slightly disproportionate to the rest of her face. But somehow, all those things only added up to giving her a sort of unique allure, without taking anything away from her other, conventionally beautiful features.

Contrary to his cougar of an aunt, Christina had this comforting, motherly look and aura, one that made Cole feel at ease by her mere presence, even now as he shamefully sucked on her tits. She didn't need any makeup, in fact, Cole preferred her without it. Her beauty could hardly be enhanced any further.

"Use your hands too, sweetie..." Christina purred, grabbing her son by the wrists and pushing his palms towards her udders. She felt a slight hint of resistance from him, but the moment his hands connected to her smooth skin it faded instantly. He began kneading them between his fingers, his eyes still locked with hers, like an infant giving his precious mother a look of admiration.

She was already loving everything about this. It had been over ten years since someone played with her tits, let alone had sex with her, and to get to do it with Cole was nothing short of a dream come true. However, in the back of her mind she worried that he might suddenly have second thoughts about it, at least if the novelty of sucking her tits eventually wore off, and thus perhaps making him think rationally again. It was probably for the best to move on to the main event, now matter how rushed it might be. Sure, there was a chance that it would scare him away, but at this point she was convinced that he was just as mad with lust as her, and if she played her cards right, she knew that he would be hers before sunset.

"Mmmm, that's enough foreplay, Cole..." she moaned, forcefully pulling her tit out of his mouth with a pop before crawling up on the bed and straddling her blushing son, but not before pulling the cover to the side, revealing his well-shaped body in all its glory, the only part of him still covered being his pelvis. "I've been waiting for this moment for years. Slide down your underwear for me, honey."

"My... underwear?"

"Yes, your underwear. What, did you think I was gonna let Monica take your anal virginity?"

Cole went into panic mode, feeling his heart pounding like crazy at how rushed the progression was. "H-hold on!" he yelped, holding his hand out as if to stop Christina from advancing further. Not that he had the power to stop her if she really wanted to. "I'm not... ready..."

"Don't worry..." Christina soothed, smiling lovingly as she pet his cheek with her thumb. "I'll make you ready."

"Huh?" He looked at her in confusion, only to see her reach back with her arm... to her ass? Was he seeing things? It definitely looked like she had her hand down her pajama pants, as if she was searching her buttcrack for something. And, well... that quickly turned out to be the case.

What she brought back was a small, transparent bottle with a blue label. It was hard for Cole to see what was written on it, but it was crystal clear what it was regardless. A bottle of lube. For some reason, the moment he laid eyes upon it, the gravity of the situation set in for real. His own motherwas going to fuck him in the ass, without any hint of shame or doubt in her eyes, no less. And at that point, did he even have the mental strength to decline her?

... Did he even want to decline her?

Christina smirked at Cole's adorable expression, his wide eyes staring at the lube bottle with what seemed like a mix of horror and lust. "Don't be nervous," she soothed, sliding her free hand down her son's flat, ever so slightly toned tummy, until she reached his boxers which she promptly grabbed on to, having realized that she needed to take the initiative in making him undress. She began pulling on them, only to find that she was unable to move them with him still lying flat on the bed. "Lift up your hips, honey... I'll make you feel good."

Biting his lip, Cole stared into his mother's eyes that somehow induced a feeling of deep respect within him. For the first time in his life, he saw something in them that was a stark contrast to the typical melancholic demeanor that he had come to associate her with over the years. Confidence. Determination. And of course, pure, deranged horniness. In that moment, he knew that he was going to give in to her desires. Regardless of his own uncertainty and how vile he knew that the situation truly was, he could see how much she wanted, needed this. Besides, making his beloved mother happy was something that he had always strived for.

Cole let out a defeated sigh. For the first time in years he was going to reveal his private parts to her, knowing that they paled in comparison to her own ones, at least if her size was anything like he remembered it. Hesitantly, he lifted his butt off the mattress, closing his eyes as he felt Christina immediately spring to action, sliding his underwear down in a slow, seemingly teasing manner.

She quickly ran into resistance however, in the form of Cole's erection pitching a modest, yet respectable tent in the fabric. Salivating and with trembling hands from the suspense she went on to lift the waistband up, slowly pulling it past the rock-hard cock that it was caught on. She watched in awe as it suddenly sprung free, its size nowhere near her own, but it was gorgeous nonetheless.

"Oh my god, Cole..." she moaned, her eyes fixed on his cock as she mindlessly continued to pull his underwear down.

The thought of covering himself with his hands crossed Cole's mind, but considering Christina's determination it was only a matter of time before she got her way regardless. Now, he simply lay there with his eyes closed, sweating, blushing, horny and embarrassed.

Christina smiled at her adorable son, proud of him for being so calm about it all, but also feeling a bit of guilt over putting him on the spot like this. "Guess it's my turn now..."

Cole's eyes shot open as his curiosity got the better of him. There she was, her huge, thick body looming over him, his legs boxed in by hers, one of her hands grabbing the waistband of her pajama pants while the other reached down inside them. How he had somehow missed that enormous bulge was beyond him. Seeing it prior to having her about to fuck him in the ass would definitely have helped him prepare for what he was getting himself into, but now it was too late. A split second was all he got before the revelation came.

Like the many other similarities she shared with her little sister, penis size turned out to be another one. Cole's heart damn near stopped the moment it flopped out. Not only was it massive, dripping, and hard as steel, but the way it pulsated spoke volumes of an aching desire to fill him up with hot cum, almost as if her cock had a mind of its own. Beneath it hung a sack of smooth balls glistening with sweat, so big and full that one would struggle to cup them both with only one hand.

"Oh, Cole, honey..." Christina cooed. She gave him a horny grin as she inched a little closer. "I know it's a little big, but you don't need to stare at it like that."

Cole shot her a glance, mouth agape and eyes wide, barely having registered what she had said to him. "... Wha-? I-I wasn't..." he began, only to have his eyes almost instantly glued to it.

"Shh-shh, honey..." she interrupted, pressing her index finger against his pretty little lips. At this point, her cock was directly over his, her outline completely covering his from above. With their eyes locked, she slowly sat down on top of him, pressing her fat balls against his significantly smaller ones and aligning her cock against his, the tip of his head not even reaching half-way up her shaft. "Just be honest, Cole. I can see how much you want it..."

The sheer heat coming off his mother's genitals was otherworldly. He stared at it, at the little slit that was oozing a near constant dripping of precum into his belly button. Strangely enough, he hardly felt any inferiority or emasculation despite being so clearly outmatched by her. His mind was too occupied with simply admiring her beautiful cock, for the first time feeling something other than indifference upon seeing it.

Christina was starting to run out of patience however. "Lift your legs up," she prompted him, reaching for the little bottle of lube and raising herself off of his crotch to allow him to move.

A short moment of hesitation from Cole followed, but sure enough, he began doing as told. He slid his legs back from underneath Christina's plump thighs and bent them, so that the soles of his feet were resting on the mattress and his knees were pointing at the ceiling, before once again hesitating to go further. He couldn't believe he was actually about to go through with this. But despite his doubts, he knew that he had come too far to back out. Besides, his fear and uncertainty wasn't nearly enough to trump how curious and horny he was.

Realizing that he needed a push along the way, Christina grabbed him by the folds of his knees and pushed them up towards his face, effectively putting him in an amazon position. From there she had the perfect view. Just below his smallish balls was the very thing she had fantasized about so many times. His little virgin hole, perfectly ripe and ready for deflowering. It was just as pretty as she had imagined; pink, smooth, and lined with a thin layer of fair hair along the cleft, that continued across his round, toned butt.

"Oh, Cole," she swooned as she grabbed his left asscheek and spread it aside, getting an even better view. "I just wanna eat you up... God, you're beautiful..."

Cole couldn't bear seeing the look of arousal on her face any longer, instead staring into the wall next to him. "Just... get on with it, please..." he mumbled.

"You got it, honey..." She popped the lid off the lube bottle and without hesitation guided the tip to his anus, immediately springing to action with slathering him in it. Once she was satisfied with the amount, she moved on to squeezing out a line along her shaft, using her other hand to smear it out, covering its entirety with a generous coating. Likewise, the thick globs of it clinging to the cleft of Cole's ass was quickly worked in by her fingers as well, using them to rub against his hole with a circular motion, gently warming him up.

Cole's quiet whimpering turned into groans as he felt Christina shove a finger inside of him, giving him the first taste of what to come. Thankfully she didn't go very far inside him before retracting her finger, but even so, he couldn't deny that it felt... good. Surprisingly good. But whether or not her significantly larger cock would bring even more pleasure or just tip the scale over to the painful side remained to be found out.

And as it turns out, Christina was ready to test just that. "I'm gonna put it in..." she said, sliding into position on her knees, pressing down Cole's thighs against his upper body with her hands, the tip of her cock pressed between his buttcheeks. "Here it comes, honey..."

Closing his eyes, Cole could feel as she used her body weight to slowly impale him, prying his asshole open to make room for the large meat-pole. Despite its size, the abundant lube that covered both it and his asshole was enough to make sure that his already warmed up entrance could accept it without much issue. By the time her glans had completely entered him, Cole was already moaning intensely, in part from pain, but mostly from the same strange, pleasurable feeling that Christina's finger had introduced him to moments ago, only cranked up several times.

Christina looked almost comical as she continued to push her cock deeper inside her son, her tongue hanging out of her smiling mouth, while her eyelids fluttered spastically. Every inch that he swallowed up was immediately massaged by his soft, fleshy warmth in a way that her hand could never have replicated during the countless times she had masturbated to the thought of filling him up with cum. And as her mindless, steady invasion of his guts continued, she barely noticed that she had bottomed out, with her smooth, fat balls resting against his.

"Oh, god," she groaned. She was forced to pause for a short while before resuming her movement, to prevent herself from going insane with bliss. "Oh my fuckinggod..." She pulled back, a little faster than she had pushed, feeling Cole's asshole cling to her. Letting go of his thighs, she lay down on top of him, her forearms against the mattress on either side of his shoulders and her face planted directly into the pillow, while her lower body continued to move on its own, the thuds of flesh hitting flesh getting louder and louder.

As Cole felt her begin to thrust faster, he reached around her upper back with his arms and wrapped his legs around her waist, bracing himself for the increasingly powerful impacts. That way, his own cock was pressed against Christina's soft belly chub, adding even more pleasure as she ground their bodies together with her movement. And her big, warm tits on top of his chest... Her nipples rubbing against his as he held her tight... He wasn't going to last long like this.

This is where you belong, honey... Christina thought to herself, her thick, powerful hips moving back and forth as she pounded him. Indeed, she loved Cole with all her heart, but his rightful place was right here, pinned underneath her, virtually paralyzed from having his ass filled with her cock. How could it not be? Just by comparing them both, it should be obvious that he would be the bottom in their blossoming relationship... She was big and heavy, he was small and light. Her cock was huge, his wasn't even average. She was assertive, he was submissive. This was the way it was meant to be, with her in full control of their lovemaking, and him being taken along for the ride in whatever way Christina saw fit.

But there was no cruelty or spite in the way she felt, quite the contrary in fact. Her desire to be in charge was purely a result of her deeply rooted motherly instincts, as if Cole was her little baby boy who needed her protection and to understand that he would always belong to her. She couldn't trust anybody else to provide him with as much pleasure and happiness as she could give him. Not even her sister. She was grateful that Monica had showed him his true self, but he was hers now.

And Cole didn't mind at all. Perhaps his resistance had been based only on the fact that the act was taboo, and that he, much like the normally laid-back Christina, simply wanted to live a still life free from complications. But now it seemed like he had reached a breakthrough, as if he had discovered something that had been sleeping within him all this time, and now that it was awoken he could no longer deny his true feelings. He loved everything about this. He loved his mother, her sexy body, her sweet whispers in his ear and the fact that he was the bottom, letting her use him the way she wanted.

But most of all, he realized at once that heloved the feeling of having his ass filled with her juicy cock. Every time he felt that rock-hard shaft of hers rub against his insides as she pushed it in, his entire body would shiver, every muscle in his body relaxing as if his strength was drained from him. It was like a massage, one that seemed to make all the built up stress from living with his gloomy mother vanish.

"I love you, Cole, you're such a good boy..." she breathed in his ear, her words intertwined with slow, yet powerful thrusts, each movement filled with her feelings for him. She deliberately walked a line between gentle and forceful, making sure that her son had no chance to take control of the situation as she pinned him down tightly against the bed, while at the same time caressing his gorgeous, well-shaped body and planting wet smooches on his cheek and ear.

"I... I love you too, mom," he moaned back, no longer letting his pride and common sense hold back his feelings.

"Mmmm, my sweet little baby..." She increased the speed at which she was thrusting ever so slightly. "Mommy will never let you go... You'll always be mine..."

A gasp escaped Cole's mouth from the sudden increase in speed and thus pleasure. "Yes... I'm all yours, mommy..."

Christina nearly burst out crying from happiness at that moment. She picked up her pace yet again, slamming into Cole's tight little asshole with a speed unfit for a caring, kind-hearted person like her. But she was convinced that he could handle it. He was her son after all.

It would come as no surprise if the neighbours took notice of the sounds emanating from their house, the loud, meaty slaps of Christina's heavy body slamming into Cole's, her fat balls hitting his toned, round ass so hard it damn near bruised it. She could almost feel them churning sperm in there, preparing to dump the biggest load of her life, and what better place to do it than inside her beloved son?

All throughout her powerful thrusting, Cole held her in a tight hug with his chin resting on her shoulder, an act which may have seemed like something done out of love, like a wish to stay as close to his mother as possible instead of just lying still on the bed. In reality, he did it for the simple reason that he didn't want to face her. There was no telling what he would feel, were they to look into each other's eyes as they had sex. Was the hint of disgust that he still felt going to get stronger? Was it going to fade? ... Was Christina going to go in for a kiss? Either way, he couldn't bear the thought of making it into something more than it already was, despite the fact that he enjoyed most aspects of their lovemaking.

Then he felt it. The way her cock had been rubbing against his prostate during all this time was finally building up to an orgasm, and he knew without a doubt that it would be one of his most intense ones to date.

"Mom..." he moaned softly into her ear. "I'm gonna cum..."

Christina had similarly been getting closer and closer, and hearing her son's moaning suddenly sent a surge of pleasure throughout her entire body. "Me too, Cole!" she growled, her teeth gritted in pleasure, feeling as though her incoming orgasm was draining every bit of energy she possessed, like her body and mind worked together to make sure that the creampie she was about to unleash would empty her completely. "Let's cum together, honey!"

Cole was slightly ahead of his mother, breaking out into a gasp as he let out his first spurt of cum, staining Christina's pajamas with a little puddle that quickly grew in size, while another portion of his unceasing cumshot landed on his tummy.

But while his own climax was powerful, it was blown out of the water by Christina's. She let out a moan that bordered on a howl as she embedded her cock a final time deep within his bowels, her cock pulsating enough to stretch his asshole out even further as her balls began pumping out sperm. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she came, and no longer did she even possess the energy to keep herself propped up on her knees. She fell over, burying Cole's small body under her massive, sweaty one, still flooding his ass with hot cum while they both just lay there, moaning in unison.

A comforting warmth spread within Cole's belly, purely from the massive load he was receiving. He already knew that there would be a lot of it, but this was just insane. His own orgasm had already ended, but Christina showed no signs of stopping, she just kept filling him up with spunk, putting the last nail in the coffin of his past, normal life and officially turning him into a little incest-loving slut... A slut who would surely come to crave his mommy's thick cum on a regular basis after this...

As her orgasm finally began ebbing out, Christina put on a warm smile in a way only a mother can, yet still blushing, sweating and panting lustfully. "That... was amazing... I've never came that hard in my life..."

Cole gulped. "Me neither..." he confessed, as he mindlessly stared up into the ceiling, his arms still tightly wrapped around his mother and her cock still stuck inside his rear. On some level it bothered him that out of all the ways he had pleasured himself before, none of it had been as effective as this, without any direct stimulation of his penis. But that was the simple truth, and he knew that it would be pointless to not embrace it.

Christina turned to him, nuzzling his hair softly. "Thank you for accepting me, Cole..." she cooed. "I love you so, so much..."

"... I love you too, mom... But I kinda need some space right now." He finally let go of her, letting his arms rest at his sides, closing his eyes and finally allowing himself some much needed rest. He could still feel Christina's slowly softening cock inside him, its reducing size bringing an end to the pain of his deflowered asshole, though at the same time making him wish that the filling, tingling sensation would last a little longer.

Christina stayed quiet for a bit as she processed his words. "You... want me to leave?"

"Yeah, I..." he began, pausing to search for the most appropriate way to express himself. He had hoped that he wouldn't feel any regret, that whatever euphoric state he was in whilst having sex with his mother would carry over post orgasm, but he couldn't help but being torn over whether or not he was happy with this outcome. Question was, was he prepared to convey that to her? "I need to think for a bit... If that's alright with you."

There was an immediate silence afterwards, as Cole lay there with his eyes closed, hoping that he hadn't hurt her feelings. Thankfully, it looked like she understood, as he felt the weight of her body being lifted off him, indicating that she was about to take her leave.

But his relief turned out to be short-lived, as suddenly, Christina's body collapsed onto his once again, but contrary to earlier, it was clear to him that it was deliberate this time. No sooner had her giant tits and chubby belly pinned him down underneath her, than he could feel her grab his face in a sturdy grip, holding him in place. As his eyes shot open, he was met with her face descending onto him, her thick, pouting lips on a collision course with his.

"Wait! Mom-mff!" A wet, eager tongue quickly filled his mouth, blocking out any way for Cole to utter any protests. Her mouth enveloped his, forcing him into a kiss that was somehow even more passionate than the ones he had shared with Monica. Only this time, it was completely one sided... at least to begin with.

Cole tried jerking his head from side to side, tried to pull his arms out from where they lay buried under Christina's plump body, all the while letting out muffled screams into her mouth. Nothing worked. She wanted to kiss him, so she was going to kiss him. Even her mouth itself was impossible to break away from, sealing him in like a vacuum while her tongue continued to taste every corner of his mouth, her copious drool not far from drowning him. It didn't take long for him to realize that he wasn't getting away from her no matter what he did, and at that point, he simply let her have his way with him.

What he didn't know was just how long it would last. Seconds quickly turned to minutes, and still, she showed no signs of stopping, in fact, there wasn't even the slightest decrease in the intensity with which she kissed him. It really went to show how long she had awaited the opportunity to do it.

As for Christina, it's difficult to say what exactly went on inside her head during their kiss. Although one thing is for certain: There were no coherent thoughts. The state she was in was like that of a zombie, fueled only by lust and love for her son, and a desire to show him just how deep said love was.

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A good half hour had passed before Christina finally allowed Cole a breather that was long enough to let him object. "Mooom..." he whined, his face thoroughly drenched in her spit, and his eyelids having trouble staying open in his exhaustion. "Let me go..."

Christina went completely unaffected by his pleas. "Nope," she casually replied. Without a care in the world, she continued to cover his entire face in wet kisses and even giving him a few licks here and there, savoring the taste of the apple of her eye. "You're mine."

"Please... I need a break..."

"What are you talking about, honey?" Christina said, staring right into his eyes, a big, lustful smile on her lips. "We're only getting started... You can feel it, can't you?"

Indeed, he felt it. Her cock, still embedded within his weary asshole, was getting hard, and he immediately realized the trouble it spelt for him. At this rate, he wasn't going anywhere for another few hours.

"No... Not right now, mom, pl-mfff!"

And that was the end of their conversation, with Christina once again muffling her handsome son's adorable protests with her french kissing. This time however, there was the added pleasure of her increasingly rapid thrusting, as her cock quickly returned to its full-sized glory. After this, she knew that Cole would never deny her advances again. Not out of fear or anything of the sort, but because after what he was about to experience - an ass filled with several loads of hot cum and a long session of unbroken kissing with his beloved mother - no other form of pleasure in the world could compare.

Still, there was one thing bothering her. What was her little sister going to think of all this? Then again, did it really matter? Probably not, at least not at the moment.

She had a son to fuck. And fuck him she would.