Mother desires more penis.
In this chapter, I'd like to thank the readers for their comments on the previous story. They were mostly negative, but they didn't discourage me from writing more. In real life, I'm a published author and have taken part in several writing courses where I've learned that the best way to critique someone's work is to start with something positive before offering your criticism. Additionally, I noticed that the harshest criticism was often from anonymous users.
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The morning after Valentine's day and Mona is waking up...
Mona needs more cock.
Mona woke up alone in her bed, feeling groggy. As she opened her eyes, she felt a dull ache between her legs. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed, "I'm so swollen!"
Mona's pussy had been thoroughly fucked by her 18-year-old son, Marcus. His colossal, thick, and rock-hard member had plowed into her doggy style time and time again over the past 24 hours.
She shakily got out of bed and walked toward the bathroom, her legs feeling like jelly. Once there, Mona sat on the toilet, her head in her hands, contemplating what had just happened. Touching herself down there, she felt crusty with dried semen and exceptionally wet deep within, aroused and yearning for more cock. "What's happening to me?" She whispered.
"What's happening?" A familiar deep voice replied, "You're receiving the sex you crave and deserve."
It was her son, Marcus. He stood tall in the bathroom, six feet seven inches of pure manliness. His long, massive, erect cock stood upright, uncut and with a smile on his face.
Mona looked up and gaped. She admired her son's towering figure and his massive, throbbing cock. He was a picture of perfection.
"You're hung like a stallion," she remarked.
Marcus looked down at her small frame - his mother, a brunette who resembled Dolly Parton with her massive, 38DD breasts that still looked perky and firm. As he gazed at her deliciously tiny, tight, hairless pussy, he couldn't help but think about how she could fit all of him inside.
"I'm ready for you, Mommy," he said, his voice passionate and hungry.
"I can't," Mona replied, her voice trembling. "I'm too sore."
Marcus, however, had other ideas. In a flash, he spun her around so that she faced the mirror. There she saw herself - her voluptuous bosoms with sparkling pink nipples, her small frame, and her once-tight pussy that now stretched to accommodate him.
"Look at your beautiful tits swinging while I fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked," he said, fondling her breasts.
His words ignited a fire inside her. Mona was completely helpless against his advances as he drove that thick, stallion-like cock deeper and deeper into her tight pussy with each powerful thrust. She moaned at the feelings racing through her body.
"Watch yourself in the mirror, Mom. Watch how I'm filling up your dripping wet pussy with this massive cock," Marcus instructed.
"Look at your face as you let me take you one more time and fill you up with my seed," he growled.
Mona couldn't believe how this felt. It seemed so wrong, but it felt so right. Her body shook as she climaxed yet again, screaming in joy.
ALMOST simultaneously, Marcus also convulsed, his hard cock filling her to the brim with his hot, white semen. He pulled out and watched a thick, white stream appear along her thigh.
"Could you be... ovulating?" Marcus wondered to himself.
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In their nearly two-decade-long marriage, Mona and her spouse Lionel had an active sex life. When Mona was a 16-year-old virgin, she married the towering six-foot-four Lionel. Her sister-in-law subtly alluded to Larissa's family's manly tendencies, implying term like "mushy macaroni" in lieu of their effect on women. This sense of modesty escaped Mona, despite her sheltered upbringing and staunch Catholic teachings.
During their wedding night, Lionel tenderly took away Mona's innocence. Though there was some pain and bleeding, she was subsequently subjected to intense passion from Lionel, enchanted by her tight pussy, her charming breasts, and her substantial nipples. In hardly any time, Mona embraced her new role as a seductress. Lionel enticed her into exploring other options in their marriage, including participating in casual sex orgies.
She cherished Lionel's brotherly Brooklyn accent and his hobby of peeking at other women's breasts through his car window. While Mona found it enjoyable to observe these activities, she also loved to witness Lionel's arousal when with other women, particularly his impressive penis size. Ironically, Lionel's encouragement led to Mona's first double nipple piercings, done vertically and horizontally. She appreciated the ornamentation, sporting her alluring attributes frequently by donning a shelf-bra or an underbust/open crotch corset. Eventually, the open crotch orthotic provided an enticing view of her pierced clit, where a glistening gold ring hung attractively.
Eventually, Lionel's life came to an abrupt end. Devastated by his demise, Mona discarded her piercings and the wound remained closed over time. With her late husband's absence, Mona's demeanor gradually changed.
At every opportunity, Mona hoped to address matters with her son Marcus. Marcus, though, evaded her attempts at conversation about their family's disgraceful conduct by engaging in sexual activities with her. The desire and thrill she received from his long, thick, hard-to-resist member left her incapable of rejecting his advances. Consequently, he continuously filled her with his inexhaustible lust, drilling her relentlessly.
Mona drifted in a state of unavoidable arousal, powerless to escape it. Her body's longing for Marcus's cock became persistent, intoxicating and all-consuming.
One day, Mona realized the delight she was experiencing. She refused to return to the pain of her past solitude. Yearning to cease her tearful nights, Mona confronted her reflection in the mirror. She made a decision to seize her independence.
"Yes, the appointment is indeed confirmed for 5 PM tomorrow."
Minutes after ending the call, Marcus came home from his studies. He was an economics and political science enthusiast, hoping to become a lawyer. Feeling tired, Marcus plopped down his backpack and sauntered into the kitchen where Mona wore a corset and heeled boots, prepping salmon and asparagus for dinner.
Marcus homed in on Mona's nipples and started sucking them one by one. Subsequently, he shoved his tongue into her mouth and kissed her, meeting her with unbridled passion.
Mona inquired about Marcus's schedule for the next day, "Are you free around 5 o'clock?" He replied with a simple "No, why?" Mona revealed a staggering revelation, "What's up is that I'm reclaiming my sexuality and my sex life. Tomorrow, at 5 PM, I'll get the vertical and horizontal piercings re-installed."
"I can't wait to have them done again," echoed Mona with escalating excitement while Marcus lifted her onto the kitchen island, spread her legs, aligned himself, and resumed deflowering her.
Tale continues...
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