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Baby Boom

By: clinton09



 [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; STORIES HAVE A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED; HERE BE DRAGONS]

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Normally I feel sympathy for people confronting government enforcement, which is sometimes arbitrary and capricious. But, in the event, this was only fair, and the guilty party had only himself to blame. What made it difficult for me was that the guilty party was my own father.

Our little family of three had moved into this '55 and over' adult community. Mal, my dad had just turned 55, while his wife (my mother Sue) was only 42. Whereas he looked like he belonged there, with bald, grey head, jowls, a bit of a paunch, and a bad posture bringing his 5 foot 10 frame more like 5 foot 7, my mom didn't. 

My mother, unlike her 'old man', seemed to be reaching her peak. He had made us all so nervous that mom couldn't eat. As a result, her figure had gone from matronly to Hollywood, her 36D bust no longer saddled with 36-31-39 dimensions; instead, she was an incredible 36-24-35. Her face had no lines, either. She was a big believer in makeup and her lavish mascara and eyelashes created a sexy movie screen siren look. Her bottle dyed blonde hair, the makeup, and her deceptively sexy dresses were a paean to Pamela Anderson. No, she wasn't as 'big' as Pam, but she was as hot. I never noticed any of this, though, being a 'good little boy'.

I for my part had just finished a brief, if illustrious, career as middle linebacker for my high school team. At the state championship game, I made an important interception, sealing the victory. Unfortunately, a rolling tackle at the 12 yard line took out my knee. I could walk, but I could never play football again (medial collateral ligament). As a result of this, like a prisoner, I amused myself by hanging out in the basement, playing video games and lifting weights. After six months of this, I looked like an all-pro NFL linebacker with a killer physique and bulging biceps, but it was deceptive, as I could barely run at all. Through this rough period, mom was quite a comfort. Father of course wasn't. He was always busy with something...some scheme to make money. He had never really found a profession, so he was a hustler. Now that takes us to the problem.

As part of the Stimulus Bill, our homeowner's association, now run by, yes, my father, had accepted $200,000 to create a nursery for the children of the development. Of course, that posed a small problem; senior citizen neighborhoods seldom have toddlers and new borne babes in great numbers. When the Stimulus Audit occurred a year later, the government demanded that the nursery start accepting bona fide children of the residents listed on the date of the nursery fund award within 12 months OR the HOA would have to cough up $200,000. Not just that, but the person who filed this, possibly fraudulent, request would be attending Federal prison.

Well, my dad looked at the roster of residents, all of whom (besides us) were 67 or above. None was likely to be engaged in procreation any time soon. In the whole development, my gorgeous mother was the only woman even remotely fertile. As it turned out, she was very fertile. The fact that she had not taken the pill or used anything, yet had not had a second child was more an indictment of Mal's impotence than Sue's fertility. 

It was ironic, the impotence that is. Years back, I had my pride and joy, a Raleigh imported bike, with the first handlebars dropped racing style, and 10 speed derailleur. It bothered him for some ungodly reason that I had something that made me happy. He asked to borrow my bike. 

I told him to borrow mom's bike. 

He said that men don't use bikes without the upper support strut. He roughly grabbed my bike and took it out. When I tried to stop him, warning about the balky shifter, he derisively waved me away. I hate to say it, but it was fitting then that the first small curb obstacle made him fall forward, hitting the central support strut very hard, and permanently removing any worries of needing to use birth control. 

I lived in a small bedroom attached to the garage. One day I overheard mom and him arguing about his 'problem'. Mom asked why she should consider him the 'man of the house' any more, given he had become a physical wreck, now unable to even get hard. Overhearing this, I am very ashamed to say, my cock got erect for the first time in my memory. My God, was I feeling my oats because he just confessed that he wasn't much of a man anymore? Feeling unashamed, I looked in the full length mirror of the closet door, flexing my massive muscles, wondering if I was now worthy enough to be the 'man of the house'.

Fast forward to today. He was faced with some serious jail time and a $200,000 penalty from the authorities unless that nursery starting filling up within 12 months with the offspring of this neighborhood. Pushed into a corner, he had only one choice...just one!

He summoned mom into the living room and called my cell phone from the kitchen wall phone. I came in. Mom's 'old man' began by bringing us up to speed on his legal woes. 

Sue, my beautiful mother, said, "Well, why did you drag US in here? Is it just to hear your problems?" 

He said, "No, of course not. Don't you see, there is only one solution to this problem, and it won't cost us more than $1,000 in insurance coverage deductibles? Sue, since you are the only woman that is still fertile, you will have to give birth. (Mom sat bolt upright, shocked she was being 'drafted' into being a breed mare) As to the male component, we all know I am out of the race. There MIGHT be some older gentleman who may or may not 'still have it'. But that would be humiliating to me and Sue having to 'offer herself' publicly like that. The obvious solution, then, is for Sue and her handsome son Jim to create that child! (Now I sat bolt upright; I couldn't fake any anger, though, as my cock liked the idea and pumped itself into its full 11 inch glory.) He said, "We don't have time to consider feelings, taboos, or gossip. I need the two of you, stripped for action, and in our king-sized bed, now! While you two 'get acquainted', I will see my friend the internist. I am sure he's good for a prescription for fertility pills for mom, Viagra for Jim."

I stood up, flexing my guns and pointing to my huge erection, appealing for NO Viagra. He ignored that; again, he was stacking the deck and taking no chances.

Mom interrupted. She said, "Let me get this straight Mal. To get you out of your usual mess, now you want my handsome son and I to have, what, 'relations', sex, intercourse? Am I to believe that it is your hope, your intention, YOUR DEMAND, that Jim and I fuck, and make a baby? You want my belly to swell with the love child of me, your legally wed wife and her only son? That you want to see my breasts engorge with warm, sweet, mother's milk for that baby, and perhaps its father, Jim? You're willing to risk losing me to my hunk of a son, his giant beautiful cock and those bulging muscles of his? You don't worry that he is 'more man' than you are or that I might not want to come back to you after experiencing his virility making love? You will take these risks just to save your greasy hide?"

He looked away, cleared his throat, and couldn't answer mom. Then, what transpired was the weirdest chain of events that ever occurred in our home, maybe anyone's home. He laid down the law:

1.During mom's fertile time, we had to stay at home 24/7. 

2.During that same period, we could not wear any clothes.

3.If upon seeing mom, or for any other reason, I got a complete hard-on, I was to seek out mom somewhere in the house and with no discussion-- copulate with her.

4.If for any reason whatever my erection or 'recovery time' was holding things up, I was to use Viagra, the large pill, no excuses accepted.

5.Under no circumstances was I to masturbate, have foreplay or anything else that might drain even a few precious spermatozoa. Every single one of my sperm had to be earmarked for mom's fertile vagina. They had to be relocated from my heavy swollen scrotum the length of my huge 11 inch rod and into mom's receptive, waiting womb with no delays whatever.

With his behind on the line, father was gung ho on this affair. He demanded that we pledge an oath. He pointed to me:

I said, "OK, I swear to you, I will not rest until I have made Sue, your wife and my mom, pregnant with my baby. I pledge I will forego contact with anyone else, any other activities, save the act of procreation. I WILL get mom pregnant!"

Now, he pointed to my supersexy mom to pledge:

Mom said, "Oh, God, Mal, I can't believe you've gotten all of us in trouble: again! But, well, OK: I swear to you that I will happily accept every drop of my handsome son's potent seed, his manly sperm, his babymaking sperm. I won't rest either until I am heavy with child. I cannot wait to bear Jim's strong, healthy, baby. I look forward to Jim becoming the 'man of the house', moving permanently into my bed, loving me, and fucking his potent sperm into me with his beautiful huge penis. I freely acknowledge my son is bigger where it counts, and just all around 'more man' than his limp-dicked father!"

"Wow," I thought! She took his script and sure embellished it. But, since he was absolutely screwed and desperately needed us, and only us, to procreate, he was stuck. We probably could do anything and he'd have to take it."

The first night, he was all over us. He wore plastic gloves and constantly interfered. When I finally was going to bed my mom and do a serious number in her cunt, he just had to interject himself. He grabbed my erect telephone pole and used it to tingle the slavering wet lips at the entrance to mom's fertile depths. 

He handed that pole back to me. I remember him encouraging me to plunge deep inside. He ended up watching us fuck until the climax. Then to 'help out' he pressed my hips down, almost crushing my beautiful, but delicate, mother. Fortunately, it was so totally pleasurable that we only kissed passionately at the end. He blew up at this," I don't remember making you pledge your 'undying love' as you just whispered. I only want you two to fuck and make babies, like two lowly farm animals. I need you to do that to get me out of this fix. After it's all over, I expect you, Sue, to return to being my obedient and submissive wife. Your worthless musclebound son there can return to be that bum with the bad knee."

We were furious at the words' coming from this lunatic who was technically still my mother's husband. He had gotten himself into a fix; now he needed me, my mother's son, to put a baby inside my beautiful mother. Then he had the temerity to criticize us for basically doing what he commanded. He objected, of course, to seeing mom and I perform acts of love, as opposed to a barnyard insemination. 

Mom was still irate. She motioned for me to get up from the bed. With both of us sitting on our heels, mom grabbed me passionately and kissed me. We loved, kissed, caressed, and felt each other up, right in front of him. It was a defiant demonstration of sensuality, love, and passion, but without the mechanical procreation part that was the only one he sanctioned. At the end of our 'make-out' session, mom looked at him sarcastically, looked back at me, and mussed my hair. She said, "Sweetheart, after we finish this and create that baby, I want to keep what we created between us also. I never want to return to the barren, empty life I had before our coupling. I love you and want to love you forever. Do you think that we can, well, have another baby after this one?"

My powerful cock, which had taken a few moments to rest, now regained its power and slapped hard against my chest. I almost shouted, "Mom, there's nothing I want more than to be with you forever. And there's nothing that would please me more than to have the chance to get you pregnant today, tomorrow, and forever. If you will have me, I want to make as many babies as you want, as many babies as you can physically bear."

Mal, the cause of all of this, was about to interject himself between us. But, he was so desirous of us to have continual sex until mom was confirmed pregnant that he didn't dare. Even now, as we expressed our love and devotion to each other, he noticed that our words of devotion had also gotten me hard, made her nipples throb like thumbs, and made us both teary with passion. He stood back and sure enough, we collided with kisses, caresses, and then a horny mother being pushed onto her back.

Love and devotion was fine, but the three of us knew there was a job to do, and I was lucky enough to have the role as the man. Getting between mom's shapely tanned legs, I raised them above me onto my shoulders. There was a demure, smooth foot at either side, the right slender ankle sporting a sexy ankle bracelet. Our words of sincere devotion and planning our marital life after this forced coupling had already gotten me hard. I gently but firmly slid that 11 inch babymaker into mom's tight, fertile, welcoming vagina. My only task now, and for the rest of the week, was to fill up that wonderful womb with my potent young seed. The fat, uncut, head of my cock scraped the tender, sensitive vaginal walls of my loving mother. Her head recoiled slightly as the excitement was a bit overwhelming. When my huge love log bottomed out at her backwalls, engulfing her womb and being in proximity to her cervix and uterus, she felt completely full, completely secure, completely satisfied. I was actually a bit too big for my petite, delicate mother; I had to back out a couple of inches. Then, and only then, did I look into her eyes. I said, "I love you mom. Will you agree one day, one day soon, to escape the emptiness of your present situation, be with me, and if at all possible, become MY WIFE?"

With tears in her eyes, mom rose up and kissed my lips. With a fervent gesture, she nodded, "Yes, yes, YES! Oh, God, Jimmy, save me from this cold, passionless, impotent fool. Promise to love me, to cherish me, and I will be yours." I kissed her, she smiled. She stared into my eyes and I could feel her tremble. Her eyes closed, and she moaned in orgasm. I was waiting for just that moment. I lowered down, affixing my lips to hers. I finally let loose a torrential flood of my manly virile seed, deep inside her fertile vagina. Like a spring Mississippi River flood, my semen laden with babymaking sperm, was everywhere. Every pubic inch of mom's oh so fertile womb dripped my manly seed. It was only a matter of time before some of those vibrant young swimmers found that precious, wondrous ovum, alighted on it, and awaited its fixture on the wall, bringing the gift of life.

I do not know if there is a correlation between the devotion, love, and emotions that we expressed, and the chances for impregnation. However, after that wrenching and soul-searching experience, mom and I drifted blissfully to sleep together. He was stuttering that we should stay awake and try and do it one last time. We ignored him, and slept belly to belly, my still hard cock, still shooting lightly, connecting us. At 4:14am that night, something woke up both of us. Not seeing him or anyone, we stared briefly into each other's eyes, kissed. I said, "I love you, mom." We went back to sleep. Unknown to us, at 4:14am, mom had conceived.

Since none of us knew that mom was pregnant, nor could we know that for some time, the 'show' went on. To spice up our sex life, he made us act out scenarios which were cute, funny, or even bizarre. I mean, here was a husband encouraging his virile son and gorgeous wife to act as if they were Popeye and Olive Oyl, fucking after a muscular Popeye saved her. The only fun part of that was that he had to get involved as the villain, and I mistakenly (sic) hit him a bit too hard. When mom saw that I had actually knocked him out, she shrieked in orgasm and pulled me down for celebratory coitus. It was fantastic.

He came to, and was not amused. When I told him I was only following his instructions, he somehow bought that. Instead of giving up on play acting, he came up with another that was even sillier. Mom would be that sexy redheaded mom from that "Married with....." show that ran for years, whereas I would play her horny son. For once, that was a pretty hot idea. I had seen that show for years, watching as the producers not so subtly had created that feeling. So, that scenario actually DID get me hot. When I got my hot trampy mom flat on her back (wearing a henna wig that cost $11), I did a thorough white washing of her (now fertilized) cunt. If she hadn't already been pregnant, I would have gotten her so. I had to suppress my urge to call mom, Peg, thereafter.

This whole escapade only lasted for about one week, to coincide with mom's three most fertile days, with two days before and after as safety buffers. A home pregnancy test later confirmed that we had done his bidding. He little noted or cared that mom and I were now permanently bonded, let no man render it asunder.

On the wonderful day of delivery, both he and I were in the OR for the occasion. I looked totally natural waiting there, my age appearing to be close to my amazingly youthful looking mother. Her 'old man', on the other hand, was completely out of place. He was stunned and mortified when mom asked an orderly to escort her 'father' (i.e. him) out, that she wanted this private moment to be alone with her 'husband' (i.e. me).

He might have been briefly mortified, even insulted. However, as the OB GYN on duty slapped that newborn, a boy, and it cried, he saw his deliverance. That baby would keep him out of jail, and save him that huge six figure penalty. We had one child to enter the nursery as the Feds had demanded.

What happened after this blessed event was unexpected, to say the least. Mal, my conniving father, sighed in relief when the government inspector gave his stamp of approval on the 'nursery' and officially got my father off the hook. Thinking he didn't want to wait around for any more scrutiny in his homeowner's association dealings (yes, there were a lot more instances of him 'cutting corners'), he up and moved one night while mom and I were at a movie. He left a note that he had moved back to his home state, that mom should sell the home and follow.

Well, mom read me the note at home, while I was on top of her, my big cock bathed in her warm, comforting tight vaginal walls. She asked, "What should we do now, sweetheart?" To emphasize her hoped for response, her wonderful inner muscles tugged and squeezed my love log, making me wince in pleasure.

I rose up on my elbows, and then lowered my head. I gave her a gentle bus on her soft, warm nape of the neck. She sighed, loving the tender attention. Then I brushed her cherry red lips with mine, just touching her teeth with my tongue. We shared warm breath, our noses touching lightly.

It took a few moments, but I formulated an idea, "Mom, he's gone, and he's not coming back. I looked over some of those ledgers, and he can't come back. This is a golden moment. You can file under this state's abandonment clause as a cause of action in divorce. If we officially serve him at his last and best known place of residence and he does not respond, we get summary judgment." 

She didn't follow all of the legal details (nor did I), but she liked the sound of that. So, the die was cast.

Everything worked out like clockwork. Our law firm's courier found the weasel up in his old haunts. He was served, and best of all, he never showed up in court. He got to keep his personal effects, his car, and 25% of the community assets. The summary judgment gave us the house and 75% of all assets plus something intangible, but priceless. It gave my beautiful mother her maiden name and her freedom back. It was a 'do over', except that her virile only son was added to the mix. 


Baby Boom



A funny thing about older people, like the ones we now lived amongst. People think of them as conservative, busy bodies, writing to TV stations, complaining. Well, in the event, not one of them ever said a word in dissent, in complaint, in comment. They saw the reality, that here was a lovely housewife and mother, burdened with a hustler, flim-flam artist. Getting shed of him relieved not only her but the whole community. If, after the fact, she ended up with her son in a relationship that might 'raise an eyebrow or two', who were they to judge.

My gorgeous mother and I decided to stay put. Why not? The people were nice, no one was a 'nosy Parker' about our living arrangement, and we had a nursery on the grounds, ready to take more recruits. Eventually, we were known as 'that couple' near the cul de sac. I always wondered. Many couples go through life pretending that they were respectable and married, but never were. We, on the other hand, were pretending to be just a mother and son living together under the same roof. The truth was, we WERE secretly married in Nevada, making use of mom's recent return to her maiden name. 

As to that nursery in the community building? It finally was getting used. After that first child, we contributed another, then two more, one more, and three more, as we had as many babies as we could as fast as we could to make up for lost time. That nursery was packed with eight children, all proudly ours. It was a handful, and they weren't free to raise either. It helped that my high school's greedy insurance company finally conceded a big settlement for my football injury. With that, the assets from the divorce and father's life insurance settlement (don't ask), we were well set for eight children or eighty children.



Baby Boy Ch. 01



Amber's husband was at work, and as always, she was bored. It was just her and her son, Jake, in the house. He was sleeping in late today, because it was the summer after his sophomore year of college and he didn't have anything to fill his time. 

Like most sunny days like this, Amber decided to go to the pool. She was excited to try on the new bikini she'd purchased the day before. So she slipped into it carefully.

A tiny white string bikini was barely enough to cover her. Standing at 5'6'' and weighing 130lbs, Amber was perfectly curvy, and her skin and muscles were especially impressive for a 41-year-old woman. She admired herself in the bedroom mirror. She jumped up and down a couple of times to test the bikini top. Sure enough, after a couple of bounces, one of her enormous 34EEE popped out. She stuffed it back into the top and tried again. No luck. She'd have to be careful about that!

Once she was ready to go outside, she got mad at her son for sleeping in so late. Jake could be so lazy sometimes. So she decided to knock on his bedroom door.

"What is it?" he asked from behind the door.

"Jake, I was going to go down to the pool," Amber said. "I thought you might want to join me for once."

"Hold on."

Amber waited a moment, then another, then another. She got impatient, so she opened the door halfway and peeked inside. Jake was standing there in his t-shirt and boxers, turning off his computer. She stepped inside.

Jake turned and looked. He'd seen his mom in bathing suits before, but nothing this revealing. Her time at the gym recently was paying off, because he had to admit she looked great. If she weren't his mom, he'd definitely think of her as a cougar. Curvy, but not too curvy. And those perky and enormous tits!!!

"Hey, baby. Do you want to come down to the pool with me? It's beautiful outside today."

"I don't know. It's so hot."

"That's what the pool is for, silly!"

Jake wasn't sure. If he went down to the pool, he'd get to stare at his mom some more. And suddenly, for the first time ever, this seemed like something he wanted to do----to lust after her, to stare at her tits floating in the water. But he didn't want to be caught.

"What do think of my new bikini, by the way?" Amber asked her son.

"It, um, looks great. Yeah, mom. It's really cool. The white looks good against your tan."

"Thanks, baby. I thought so, too. Your dad would just die if he saw me in this."

"Why?"

"He'd think it's way too revealing. He wouldn't want me to wear it around anyone but him."

"And me, right, mom?"

"Haha! Of course! I don't think he'd get jealous of you!"

"Well, good. Because it looks great, mom. Really shows off that body you've been working on."

"Aww, you're so sweet. But there is a problem with it."

"With the bikini?"

"Yeah. I think it might be a little too small up top."

"Why, mom? Everything's covered."

"Barely! But if I move much, my breasts might pop out."

"No way! Seriously? That wouldn't be good!"

"Haha, nope. Not if anyone was around to see."

"I just don't believe those could come out. The material is straining to hold them in, as is."

"But watch this, Jake."

And with that, and before thinking, Amber began to hop up and down a little. Her huge titties bounced with her. Not too soft and not too firm, Jake noticed. They bounce just the right amount. But after a few seconds, on cue, one of Amber's tits popped out the edge of the bikini. Her small pink nipple was pointing right at Jake.

"Whoa! Mom!"

She saw what happened, and she went to stuff her boob back into her top. 

"See, baby? I told you these things are too big!"

"They're not too big, mom. The bikini's just a little small."

"No way. I wish these were smaller," she said, and she quickly grabbed her tits and let go.

"You do? I'm surprised. I thought you always enjoyed having such big ... um ... you know."

"I do. And they get a lot of attention. But finding a good bikini or bra is tough. I mean, I'm a pretty fit, small woman, but I have these big round tits. It's tough."

"I guess so."

"Oh, and my booty!"

And again, Amber turned around and showed her son the backside. Sure enough, a tiny little white bikini string ran up her ass, perfectly framing her two bubbly tan ass cheeks. Jake was staring.

"Does it show too much ass, baby?"

"No, mom. It's, um, just right. You've worked hard for that ass. Show it off."

Amber turned back around, and she went to Jake. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged tight.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you so much. You're too sweet, really. I needed to hear all that."

Jake was focused on her huge breasts, which were pressed hard up against his chest. His cock was responding, and growing rapidly. Any moment, she'd feel it pressed against her stomach. She squeezed tighter, and then stopped suddenly, backing away. She'd felt his erection, apparently.

"What's wrong, mom?" Jake asked, knowing the answer.

Amber looked down, and sure enough, Jake's hard cock was sticking out, pressing against his boxers. She didn't think she could have that effect on her son. She thought this was all good, family fun.

"Jake, baby. I'm sorry," she said, and gestured to his cock.

Jake didn't need to look down to know what she was talking about.

"I'm sorry, mom. I didn't expect this to happen. But you can't blame me."

"What?!?"

"Mom, you have an amazing body. And you have those big beautiful tits. And that bubble butt. It's hard for me not to get turned on."

"But I'm your mommy."

"I know, I know. And I'm sorry. But I just can't help it."

"Well then. I guess we should go swimming now, and forget all about it." Amber snuck another peek at his cock, which appeared to be pretty damn long.

"I guess so. But I need something first."

Jake was over the edge now. He was a nerdy kid, kind of. Never successful with women. And when his mom had knocked on his door, he'd been jerking off to online porn. He'd grown more frustrated everyday with his lack of "game" with women. And now, here was an understanding woman in front of him, with fat tits and a hard tummy and a perfect ass. What was he to do? How about going for it?

"What do you need, baby?" she asked.

Jake reached down into his boxers quickly, and pulled his long, thick cock over the top. It was so smooth and pink and hard. Amber couldn't believe her eyes. She couldn't believe he was doing this.

"I need you to get rid of this for me, mom."

"Your erection? Really? Why?"

"Because you gave it to me. And because I can't go swimming with one."

Amber was stunned. Her son was asking her to help him get rid of his hard-on. It seemed surreal, this moment. But Jake was so confident. He stood there, two feet in front of her, holding his enormous dick, and not smiling. He was serious.

Without thinking much about what she was doing, Amber dropped to her knees. Jake flinched a bit, amazed she was doing this. She didn't say a word. She looked almost like a zombie, hypnotized by his cock.

She reached out with one hand and grabbed it by the base. So warm! So hard! Her long manicured nails barely wrapped around his dick. So thick! She held it for a second and looked up at Jake, her big blue eyes shining in the sunlight through the window. 

"Like this?" she asked.

"That's, um, that's good," he said, trying to sound confident but shaking inside.

"Or maybe you'd like me to do this?" she said and leaned in, engulfing his cock with her lips in one quick move. Before he could blink, his mommy had his entire fat dick down her throat. She held it there, running her tongue along it inside her mouth. Then she backed off quickly, letting the cock make a smacking sound as she did. It was soaked and dripping with her saliva.

"Is that what you mean?" she asked again, looking up, batting her eyes. For some reason, she felt like being coy, like a little schoolgirl or something. She couldn't ignore how excited the size and shape of her son's cock made her.

"Yeah, that's it," Jake said.

"Or maybe you'd like to see these?" she said. And she leaned back on her knees, placing an arm under her gigantic tits and pushing them up.

"Yeah, let me see those" Jake said, smiling.

She quickly pulled both tits out and held them up for her son's inspection.

"You don't think they're too big?" she asked, pouting her lips at him. She squeezed her perfect nipples in her fingers, using them to lift her tits up a bit more.

"They're perfect. So big and so soft."

"Then why don't you lean down here and suck on these fat tits?" she asked. And before she knew it, Jake was down on his knees, leaning in and taking a mouthful of tit-flesh. He sucked hard, trying to get as much of them in his mouth as possible. She threw her head back and smiled. She moaned a bit as her son took one of her hard nipples in his mouth and nibbled on it. Her tits were enormous and he was suffocating himself on them, like a hungry child, soaking them with his saliva.

Eventually, he pulled away and smiled. She placed her palms under her breasts and made them jiggle and shake. 

"Mommy likes it when you suck on her titties, baby boy."

"Baby boy is obsessed with these big round tits, mommy," Jake said, taking on a younger voice to play along.

"But now mommy wants some more of that huge cock," she said and pulled his cock to her mouth. Once again, she dove right in, sucking it like a cock-hungry slut. 

Jake placed his hands on the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of her gorgeous hair and holding her down on his dick. She gagged a little. Jake took it a step further:

"Mommy likes sucking this fat dick, doesn't she? This dick is bigger than daddy's, isn't it?"

Amber pulled away for a second, kips her lips pressed to the wet, shining head of his cock.

"Oh god, yes. It's so much bigger than daddy's dick. Daddy has a tiny little cock compared to you, baby."

"And mommy likes my dick more, doesn't she?"

"Oh fuck yes," she gasped, overcome with lust. "Oh yes, so much more. I want my baby's dick every day."

"You're not going to suck daddy's cock anymore, are you?"

"Not without your permission, baby boy. Mommy is your cock-sucker now."

And with that, she went back to bobbing her head up and down on her son's meaty pole. It felt amazing, and looked amazing too. Here he was, leaning back on his knees in the middle of his bedroom, while his mom was on all fours, her perfectly round and tan ass sticking up behind her as she hungrily devoured his dick, moaning and gasping like a slut the entire time.

"Who's the dirtiest little slut?" Jake asked, still holding onto her head.

She moaned something overt his dick and she shoved it to the back of her throat.

"What's that?" he asked. "Speak up, mommy."

She pulled away and looked up at him.

"I'm your dirty little cum-slut, baby. I want to suck your dick all day. I love this fat cock. Mmmmmm."

"Good mommy. That's it. Go back to sucking it."

And she did.

After another couple of minutes, her fat, wet lips and expert tongue pushed him to the edge of cumming. He felt the load building up in the base of his cock.

"Mommy, your little baby's gonna cum."

"Goodie!" she said, and dove back on.

"Does mommy want to suck her baby boy's cum down her throat?"

"Mmmmhmmmm" she moaned.

It built, and it built, and it built. And then, just as his cock was about to twitch and spew its first load, Amber sensed it, and wanting to give him a surprise, pulled away.

And the first thick, creamy rope of cum shot out of his cock and splattered against Amber's cheek. She held the cock and stroked it, and the next load shot onto her neck. Another spasm came and suddenly a juicy load dropped onto her giant tits. A few more smaller ropes of cum splattered out onto her thighs. She was covered in her son's cum, from face to legs. She smiled and giggled, looking up at him.

Jake felt amazing.

She took her fingers and scooped up some of the cum from between her tits. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and savored the taste.

"I like your cum, baby. I like it when you shoot that steamy cum onto these huge bouncy tits."

"Me too, mommy. You're such a hot slut."

"We're just getting started, baby boy," she said. 

******Watch for Part 2 of "Baby Boy" 



Baby Boy Ch. 02



So, Jake had just finished exploding across his busty mom's face, neck, and tits. He fell back onto the bed, weak in the knees. Amber stayed on hers, smiling at him as she licked the thick cum from her lips. She took a couple of fingers, scooped up a bit that was splashed across one of her nipples, and sucked them dry. Jake just watched her in amazement.

"God, mom, that was amazing," he said, smiling at her.

Amber got to her feet, her 34EEEs swaying a bit as she did.

"I agree, baby boy," she said. She wrapped her small hands under both of her tits and lifted them up. "These things do the trick everytime," she giggled, and let them fall. They were enormous and smooth, but they didn't shake too much. Just enough to excite Jake again. His cock twitched a bit.

"But," Amber said, "it's about time we went down to the pool, don't you think?"

And with that, she strolled out of the room, giving Jake a long look at her tan legs, her muscular thighs, and an enormous bubble butt framed by her white thong. 

Jake waited a moment to catch his breath, then stood up. His cock wasn't hard, but it still hung down nicely. It was thick, smooth, and he kept his pubes shaved close. 

He walked downstairs and found his mom already by the pool. She was sitting back in a lounge chair, her legs crossed at the ankles, her round tits looking bright in the midday sun.

"Come over here," she said.

Jake, still nude, obeyed his mom. He stood at the end of the chair, looking down at her.

"Now, your father will be home soon, baby boy," she said. "So if we're going to play anymore, we better hurry up."

"More?" Jake asked. He was excited, but nervous. What if he couldn't please her the way she pleased him?

Amber leaned forward, her gorgeous blonde hair tumbling across her shoulders. Her tits dangled a bit----so big, so soft, so round. 

She wrapped her manicured nails around his flaccid cock and slapped it against her cheek a few times. 

"Baby boy, let's see if we can get this thing up again," she said, and as she did, Jake felt himself responding. His cock began to stiffen in her hand, as she continued to squeeze it and spank her lips with it. Once it was almost fully hard, Amber let go. 

She spun around so she was face down on the chair, she slowly inched her ass high in the air. It was huge compared to her tiny waist and small stature. A perfect ghetto booty. 

Jake was feeling bold now. Standing naked outside with a hard cock, his gorgeous mom on her hands and knees, shaking her bubble butt at him --- it was too much. He grabbed her thong bottoms and yanked them down to her knees. She spread her legs a bit. Jake pulled up behind her.

"Mmmmmmm, that's a good boy. Mommy looooved sucking that big dick," Amber said over her shoulder. "But now it's time for mommy to get fucked by her baby boy's enormous cock."

"Yes, mommy," Jake said, and placed the fat cockhead against her slit.

She moaned and giggled a bit.

"God, I'm such a dirty whore, aren't I baby boy?" she asked.

Jake wasn't sure what to say, so he responded "No, mommy. You're not a whore."

"Yes, I am!" she shouted back. "I'm a dirty whore for big cock. Look at me, about to get fucked by my own son in the middle of our backyard. Anyone could catch us, but I wouldn't care. They could just sit back and watch me get fucked."

Jake caught on. His mom was not only into his cock, she was into ANY cock. So he'd play along.

"That's right, mommy. Your little baby boy is going to fuck you good," and with that, he thrust forward with his hips, burying his dick into the bottom of his mom's soaked pussy. He held it there for a moment while Amber screamed and adjusted herself.

"Goddamn, baby boy! That dick is huge! I can feel every inch of it."

"That's right, mommy. Your little pussy can take any cock, can't it?"

"Any cock that it wants, baby boy. But right now, it wants your cock. Starting fucking your mommy."

And Jake did just that. He began thrusting in small movements. A little bit out, then right back in. His cock plunged further and further, it seemed. Amber began thrusting back, trying to get more, more, more. It seemed he'd bottomed out-----all 9 inches deep inside of her. 

And those tits! The 34EEEs were thrashing all over the place. Back and forth, in tiny circles. Her hard nipples pointed down as her tits were being vibrated by her son's thrusting motions. She got turned on looking down and seeing them. Her own giant tits turned her on.

They turned Jake on, too. So he reached around and grabbed two giant handfuls of titflesh. He dug in and began fucking her faster, using her tits for balance.

"Mmmmm, hold onto mommy's big titties, baby," she said. "Grab mommy's tits and keep fucking mommy until she cums. Fuck me like your daddy can't."

This got to Jake. Hearing "daddy" made him fuck harder.

"Yeah, mommy? You like the way I fuck you?"

"You know I do, baby. Your dick is the biggest I've ever had."

"Bigger than daddy's, mommy?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Much bigger. Daddy's dick is OK, but it's nothing compared to my baby boy's."

"You're my slut now, mommy. You're going to fuck me when I say. Understand?"

"Every day and every night, baby boy. Mommy is your big-tittied slut from now on."

And with that, they seemed to catch a rhythm. Her thrusting her giant ass back onto his cock, him mauling her tits as he angled his dick into her every which way. After another 10 minutes of steady fucking----along with some spanking and hair-pulling and more humiliating talk about Jake's father----they both built up to a climax.

Amber went first. She screamed and fucked faster than before, the orgasm building up from her stomach and washing across her body. Her muscles tightened as screamed out: 

"Oh my god, baby! I'm cumming! Mommy's cumming! Make mommy cum all over your huge horse cock, baby boy. Hold onto mommy's big tits while she cums."

Jake couldn't stand it either, so he let go, and suddenly they were cumming together. He shot load after load deep into her pussy. Her pussy clinched up around his cock, milking out every drop of salty cum. 

"Yes mommy! Yes mommy! Take my cum, you fucking whore!"

"Give me your cum, baby boy. Make your mommy-slut pregnant with your cum!"

After a moment, Jake pulled out, making a sharp smacking sound as his cock exited her pussy. Amber quickly rolled over and smiled up at her son. Jake grinned down at her. His cock still twitching from the fuck-fest. Her tits were mesmerizing, even still.

"Damn, baby boy. I had no idea what a cock like that could do," she said and sat up, giving it a little kiss on the head.

"This is just the beginning, mommy."

"I hope so," she said.

And then a third voice, from behind both of them, near the house:

"What the fuck is going on???"

They both turned to look. There was Alan, Jake's dad and Amber's husband, standing in his suit, dumbfounded. 

to be continued... 



Baby Boy Ch. 03



In Chapters 1 and 2 of "Baby Boy," Amber accidentally seduced her son Jake, who's obsessed with her enormous tits. When last we left them, Jake had just finished fucking his mother on a lounge chair next to their pool, when they turn to see Jake's father (Amber's husband) standing only feet away...

Mark, who had been married to Amanda for 20 years, couldn't believe his eyes. There was his beautiful wife, naked on the lounge chair. And there was his son, Jake, on top of her pounding away at her pussy. It took him a few seconds to realize what he was seeing. Jake was naked, and his wife's enormous tits----which was one of the main things that attracted Mark to her----were bouncing wildly between them. When he finally took the scene in, he managed to yell out.

Jake and Amber turned to look at Mark at the same time. Amber's smile faded quickly, as did Jakes'. Mark dropped his briefcase and began walking toward them.

Amber looked up at her son and didn't know what to say. She was feeling a lot of emotions---fear and shame at being caught by her husband, along with pure lust at the amazing fuck Jake had been giving her just moments before. She didn't want him to stop thrusting into her juicy cunt, which was nearing orgasm again, but before she could say anything, Jake pulled out and stood up. He faced his father.

As soon as Mark approached them, Jake stepped forward and grabbed his father (whom he outweighed by about 30 lbs.) by the arm and flung him to the concrete next to the pool. Amber shouted a bit, surprised by her son's force. 

"What the fuck is going on here?" Mark asked, stunned by his son's strength.

Jake didn't know why he had grabbed his father like that, but he felt protective, like a boyfriend would if a man approached his girlfriend in a violent manner. Jake was stunned and looked down at his dad. Mark couldn't help but notice that Jake was enormous and still hard. His cock stuck out like a proud flagpole, and it was coated in juices. As Jake stood there, shaking in anger a bit, his cock pulsed and bobbed and shook just a couple of feet from Mark's face.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Mark asked again. He started to get to his feet, but Jake pushed him back down with a light kick to the shoulder. 

"What does it look like, dad?" Jake said sarcastically. "I was fucking mom. Until you showed up."

"I see that! But what the fuck are you doing that for?" Mark spat back. He looked over at Amber, who had sat up and pulled a towel across her naked body. 

"And you!" Mark shouted. "Fucking Jake? Fucking our own son? Right here in the middle of the day? What kind of whore are you?"

Jake wasn't going to stand for that kind of talk. Before Amber could reply, Jake leaned down and punched his dad across the face. Mark's head hit the ground and he blacked out.

When he awoke a few minutes later, he was still next to the pool. He could hear a soft moan coming from nearby. When he opened his eyes and his vision cleared up a bit, he sat up. He turned to see his wife still on the chair, her legs wide open, and Jake with his mouth planted firmly on her pussy. He was slurping loudly, and Amber's eyes were shut. She was loving it, obviously. Her round, tan tits were vibrating slightly with each thrust of Jake's tongue. 

Neither Jake nor Amber were paying any attention to Mark. 

Mark moved to stand up, but he quickly realized that wasn't an option. His hands were tied together, as were his ankles. The knots weren't very tight, but tight enough to keep him from moving. He collapsed back, grunting as he did.

At the sound, Jake pulled back from the world-class licking he was giving Amber's pussy, and turned to his father. Amber moaned in disappointment when Jake pulled away, but when she opened her eyes, she saw why: Mark was awake again.

When he'd passed out at Jake's punch a moment ago, Amber had shrieked in surprise. When Jake confirmed that Mark was out cold, he turned to his mother.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to knock him out, and I don't know why I did. But I guess I just didn't want him to ruin our fun."

Amber looked from her son, to her passed out husband, then down to Jake's throbbing cock, still coated in her juices. Then she smiled up at Jake.

"I love you, baby boy. You protected me. Just like a good boy should."

"What should we do now?" Jake asked. Amber thought for a moment. Her husband would be awake soon, and they'd have to answer some serious questions. So they might as well finish up before dealing with Mark. 

"Run to the garage, baby boy," she said. "Grab that rope off the shelf and come back."

When Jake returned with the rope, still naked and still with his hard cock flopping around, Amber instructed him to tie Mark up. 

"Not too tight, but enough to keep him put," she said.

Jake went about tying up his father. As he did, his hard cock slapped against Mark's face a couple of times. Jake and Amber both laughed at this.

"Slap him with your cock, baby boy," Amber said, half-jokingly. Jake obliged. He squatted over his dad, grabbed the base of his enormous dick, and slapped the wet cockhead against his dad's lips a few times. Amber erupted into laughter, and Jake followed. 

"OK, enough of that, baby boy," she said. "Let's get back to our fun now."

And that's what they did. Jake dove face-first into Amber's open legs, and began making violent thrusts into it with his tongue. He knew by now that gentleness was not his mom's style. He lapped like a hungry puppy at his mom's cunt for ten minutes before Mark woke back up. When Mark spoke out, Jake pulled back to talk to him. This was going to be fun.

"Before you say anything, dad," Jake said, "you need to understand something. Mom is mine now. Not yours. She'll never be yours again."

"But you can't—" Mark began. But Jake cut him off.

"Shut up! Everything is mine. These lips are mine," Jake said, and licked his mom's lips. She kissed back, still unwilling to look at her conscious husband.

"These hands are mine," Jake said, and placed one of Amber's perfectly manicured hands around his engorged cock.

"And most of all, these tits are mine." And with that, Jake nodded his mom. She sat forward, grabbed one of the absurdly large tits with both hands, and held it up to her son's face, encouraging him to suck it.

Jake did. Mark watched as his own son wrapped his thick lips around his own mother's enormous nipples. He was in shock. He couldn't believe it.

And he couldn't believe what was next...

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Baby Boy Ch. 04



Mark watches helplessly as his son, Jake, taunts him with Mark's wife---and Jake's mom----Amber.

"And dad?" Jake said, not tearing his eyes away from Amber's enormous nipples.

Mark stared at Jake, seething and in total shock.

"Most of all, dad," Jake said, "this pussy is mine."

And with that, Jake plunged his throbbing cock deep into his mom's pussy. Amber wasn't expecting it, so she threw her head back in shock, followed quickly by a deep moan of pleasure, as her son's dick found its way to the bottom of her pussy.

"It must be nice to have your pussy filled up with cock for once, huh?" Jake asked his mom.

Amber opened her eyes slowly, and a smile found its way across her lips. She looked up at the evil grin of her own son, whose dick she was becoming addcted to already. Jake winked at her.

"That's right, baby," she said. "This pussy hasn't ever had a dick this big."

Jake looked over at Mark, who had his eyes shut.

"Fine, don't look," Jake yelled. "But listen to what mom says, dad."

"Yeah, baby," Amber moaned, as Jake pulled his cock out of her, slapping it against her pussy lips a few times. "Sorry to break it to you this way, Mark, but this pussy's been aching for some real dick for a looooong time."

"And dad's dick isn't big enough, is it, mom?"

"God no! Have you seen that tiny thing?" Amber said, laughing.

Jake hopped up from the edge of the bed, and Amber moaned. 

"Baby boy? What're you doing?"

Jake stood over his dad, whose eyes were still squeezed shut.

"I want to see dad's cock," Jake replied over his shoulder.

He reached down and began yanking at Mark's pants. Mark opened his eyes. 

"What the fuck are you doing???" he cried.

With a quick tug, Jake broke his dad's pants button, and had them halfway down his hips. Mark struggled, but with his hands behind his back, there wasn't much for him to do.

"Shut the fuck up, dad," Jake said as he pulled Mark's boxers down.

"Stop it, son. Stop it right now. Just untie me and we can talk about----"

But it was too late. Mark's flaccid, unimpressive, pale cock was exposed. And Jake was laughing. 

"Holy shit, mom! You weren't lying! Look at this tiny thing!"

"Move, baby boy! Let mommy see." Jake stepped aside, and Amber caught sight of her husband's shriveled member. Mother and son burst into genuine laughter. 

Jake reached out with his foot and nudged Mark's cock to the side. Mark was screaming, making incomprehensible sounds. His humiliation was reaching new heights.

"Why's it so soft, dad?" Jake asked. "Why isn't it big and hard like mine?" And with that, Jake grabbed a handful of his meaty cock and turned to his mom, who was still giggling. "Mom, why is dad's cock so soft?"

"Probably because he's embarrassed by what you have there, baby boy."

"Oh, of course! Dad? Are you humiliated that you son's dick is so big, and yours is so small?"

Mark just stared up at his son, too shocked to reply. Jake kicked him lightly in the stomach and returned to the bed. 

"Here, mom. Show dad what you do with big cocks."

Amber crawled onto all fours, her son's juicy cock bobbing in front of her mouth. She opened her mouth and looked up at him. 

"You want dick?" he asked her.

"Uh huh."

"Do you want THIS dick, mommy?"

Amber nodded, her eyes wide----doing her best schoolgirl impression.

"Do you want to show daddy what a good little slut you can be?"

And Amber took the cue, moving her head forward and aiming her mouth over Jake's cock. She wasn't subtle or gentle this time. She immediately took to slurping up and down on it, violently. She focused on letting her spit bubble out of her lips, so in just moments Jake's dick was coated in her saliva, dripping off his balls. She was moaning, too --- a wanton, lustful moan of a woman who's being turned on for the first time in years. 

Jake giggled a bit, enjoying the moment. He turned to his dad, who had gone into some sort of catatonic state. He was on his side. He was staring at them. But his eyes seemed glazed over, dead almost. Jake screamed out at him:

"Dad! Pay attention!"

Mark blinked a few times, and he seemed to refocus on the scene before him: his wife, her enormous tits swaying beneath her, on all fours, working Jake's cock for all it was worth, and Jake … his son … staring him in the eyes, smiling an evil smile.

After a minute of intense sucking by Amber, Jake pulled out and walked back to Mark. A thick glob of Amber's spit dangled from the head of Jake's engorged dick. Jake shook his hips once, and the saliva fell, landing on Mark's forehead. Jake laughed. Amber laughed, as her hands found her way to her clit. And Mark began to cry. 

This was as bad as it could get. Or so he thought…