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-Frosty
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Jack humped his mother’s cleavage as she laid in bed, topless, squeezing her breasts together to help the process along. She had slept naked for this very purpose.
“I’m close, I think…” he murmured, breathing heavily.
“Cover them,” was all she said in response.
The warm, white juices pulsing forth from the head of his cock began to flow down and pool on her neck.
“Aaauugghhhh!” he moaned, still thrusting his shaft into her breasts.
“That’s it…” she cooed. “Cum all over them.”
There was something so erotic to Jack about the way she spoke to him like this. So direct, yet so nurturing. And, perhaps most importantly, so wrong.
They had begun every morning like this for the past few weeks. Phil would awake very early, as he always did, and shortly thereafter he would depart for work. An hour or so later Jack would wander into his parents bedroom as soon as his mother would hum to him that she was awake and ready. He’d climb on top of her as sunlight slowly trickled in through the windows, mounting her enormous breasts with precum already leaking from his tip. He would slide his dick between her spongy, pillowy cleavage and tense himself as the sensations grew stronger. Eventually, after enough stimulation and encouragement from Amy, Jack would explode all over her chest, neck, and face, and then they would rinse off and begin the day together.
This morning had been no different. She was still gazing up at him, her tits mashed together around his dick, his sperm dripping onto the bed.
“Tell me I’m a good mother,” she said this time.
Jack pulled his penis out from between her cleavage and gently rubbed the head on her left nipple. A wet glaze of semen lubricated everything.
“You’re the best mother to ever live, probably,” her son exclaimed, still huffing from the electrifying orgasm he had just experienced on top of her.
“What do you mean?” Amy asked, smiling. She couldn’t hide the pride on her face.
“Well, I- I don’t think any mom has ever let her son do what we do.”
Amy pondered his words for a moment.
“You really think so?” she asked. “Never?”
“Well… no, that’d be wrong, right? For other people, I mean. Not us, of course.”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” she replied, taking control now of his cock and smearing it leisurely across her breasts. He loved to grow flaccid like this, she had learned.
“I’m sure it’s happened before at some point, don’t you?” she said.
Jack squinted his face in thought.
“I suppose so, I guess. I mean, I didn’t believe in aliens before, well, y’know…”
His mother chuckled, tapping his leg to let him know she was ready for him to roll off of her.
“Even still, you’re better than those other moms probably ever were. That’s for certain.”
This made Amy laugh harder.
“Ha! I see what you’re doing, you silver tongued devil…” she teased him.
“I’m being honest, Mom!” he protested, eager to prove his point. “You’re the sexiest girl I’ve ever been with!”
“I’m the only girl you’ve ever been with, sweetheart,” she shot back without missing a beat.
“So Nana, Aunt Kim, and Emily don’t count?”
She took a towel and wiped most of his seed from off her chest. He still sat there in her bed, nude.
“You know what I mean… and besides, don’t compare me to them. That’s not what we do in this family.”
He let out a loud hmph.
“How can I not?” he groaned. “You have the best boobs in this entire family! Although, Em at least lets me have sex with her still.”
“I said no comparing, Jack. It’s not a competition in our family. We all are bonded to you equally. And your sister will soon be carrying your baby.”
Secretly, though, she liked that he thought she had the best tits. She liked that he used them every morning to relieve himself. That she had access to him every morning like this. She liked that she was still needed in his life, every day. Desperately, at times, even.
“Sorry, you’re right,” he conceded. “I just wish we could have real sex again.”
Amy sighed. She would be lying if she said she felt differently. Her lower lips screamed for his length inside of her again, but she had to abstain. Discipline, Amy, she reminded herself. Discipline.
“I know, honey,” she said. “But it’s too risky with your dad at home. I should’ve never let you convince me to do it in the first place, since going back to our normal routine has been so difficult for you.”
Jack felt embarrassed. She could tell. And who was she kidding? küçükçekmece escort This had been difficult for her as well.
“I know it’s too risky, Mom. I’m just saying that I miss it, is all. I’m not trying to guilt you into it again while dad is here,” he said.
“Good, because I’d slap you if you tried to manipulate me like that. Do you hear me?” she snarled, giving him a feisty look from the bathroom.
“Maybe I like it rough!?” he fired right back.
Amy smirked and threw the towel at him.
“Get out of here, you nitwit,” she teased.
“Go get dressed while you think about how much better my boobs are than your sister’s, okay?” she ordered, applying lotion to her face in the mirror. Jack promptly stood up and disappeared down the hall.
“Glady,” he said. “I’ll tell her you said that!”
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Phil sat at the dinner table with his wife and son that night after work. He had no laptop with him, and his focus seemed to be solely on his family. Jack sensed something was different.
“So, I, er… have something to share with you both tonight,” he began, stilted and awkward.
“I wanted to talk it out with you first before making any serious decisions.”
Serious? What was he getting at, Jack wondered?
“Of course, dear,” Amy replied lovingly, reaching out a hand across the wooden table and grasping his.
Phil coughed, clearing his throat. He looked almost like he didn’t want to speak again.
“I, er, received an offer a few days ago. At work, I mean… and I’ve been thinking about it pretty hard,” he continued.
“What kind of offer?” Jack asked.
His dad turned to speak to him directly now.
“A job offer, I guess,” he answered. “A promotion, in other words. A really big step up for my career… and for our family.”
Amy gasped.
“Oh, Phil! That’s wonderful! What is it? And when do you start?” she exclaimed.
His dad still looked uncomfortable, though. There was something else yet unspoken, Jack realized.
“Thank you, love,” he said, kissing Amy’s hand. The same hand that, just that morning, had been stroking Jack’s emptied cock all over her glazed tits.
“It is wonderful… but there is one major issue.”
Amy’s expression turned from excitement to concern.
“This role would require me to move… permanently. And not anywhere nearby, either. They’d need me to move all the way to Hong Kong.”
“Hong Kong?!” Amy nearly shrieked. “Hong Kong, as in… Asia?! Hong Kong in Asia?”
Phil looked relieved and stressed at the same time.
“Where else, hon? Yes, the Hong Kong, in China. It’s essentially a promotion straight to the top. I’d be jumping several levels of company management. This would put me in the same rooms as Tanaka, Mueller, and the rest of them.”
Those names apparently meant something to his mother. In moments like this, Jack was reminded that his mom lived a whole double life in this household. He did now, too, he supposed.
“Oh my… Phil… that’s incredible. Are you serious?” his mother questioned. Her husband silently nodded.
“I… I don’t know,” she continued. “I want you here, but… this is everything you’ve been working for. How could you turn this down?”
Phil’s face lit up like a lightbulb.
“I know, Ames. It’s even better than that, maybe. Do you really think you’d be okay with me gone? It might only be a few years, even. Who knows?”
“Phil, please,” she nearly scolded. “I can run this house with my hands tied behind my back. And the kids are getting older and moving on. They have their own lives now, too.”
Jack nodded, as if to lend support to his mother’s case.
“I think you should go for it, Dad, for what it’s worth. It sounds like a great opportunity.”
Phil beamed at his son.
“I appreciate that, bud. I know I wasn’t always around a lot, but this is what it’s all about,” Phil replied, growing misty eyed as he spoke. “You’ll understand one day when you’re a father. Our family will be secure for many lifetimes. This is a blessing I could have never dreamed of.”
“I understand, Dad,” he affirmed. “I would do the same.”
“Come here, you guys,” he said, openly crying now. He only ever saw his dad grow emotional when it was related to work.
Jack and his mother gave him a hug while he thanked them for their support and love. Jack felt gross about it, but all he could think about was how often he’d be getting to clap his mom’s cheeks now with his dad halfway around the globe. He tried to push the thought from his head.
“When do they need you to leave?” Amy finally asked, breaking the embrace.
“Uh, well, in about a week, I think. Give or take a few days,” her husband replied.
“Oh… wow…” Amy said, taken aback by that short turnaround. “That’s nearly no time at all.”
“I… er, I know. I wish I could change it, but I can’t.”
“I know, it’s fine,” she answered. “Really, küçükyalı escort it is. You’ve got to jump at this now. That’s just how life works”
Phil nodded.
“I’m glad you two are so understanding.”
Jack and Amy congratulated him again before turning the subject to lighter topics: what was the cuisine like in Hong Kong? Would he have to learn Chinese? How big was the city? Their conversation took up the rest of the evening as they excitedly interrogated Phil about his new adventure.
They laughed, cried, hugged some more, and eventually retired to bed. Jack would have a lot to figure out moving forward, but he’d worry about it tomorrow.
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Jack awoke late in the morning. His mother was nowhere to be found.
Strange, he thought, so he shot her a text. There wasn’t a prompt response, so he wandered to the basement to play some video games instead.
Amy’s phone buzzed, but it was just Jack.
Where’d you go? it read. She’d respond later.
She was sat at the kitchen table in her mother’s old, rickety home. The smell of this place always brought back memories of childhood… of her first initiation ritual… and of course, her father…
“So he’s leaving? Going halfway around the world for a few years, maybe?” Cynthia asked, sitting just across from her daughter. A porcelain mug warmed her hands.
“Mhm,” Amy nodded. “It sounds like three, at a minimum. But it could be longer.”
Cynthia took a sip, thinking.
“And how do you feel about all of this? How does Jack feel?” she asked.
“You know Jack–he’s fine. Phil has always been… dedicated to his work.”
“Hmm, yes…” her mother agreed.
“I think he’s probably just more excited to have me all to himself now. No more sneaking around Phil’s back. No more windows of opportunity. The whole house is fair game, 24/7.”
This made Cynthia smirk.
“Very true. All young men are the same. Even your father, once, if you can believe it.”
Amy laughed, too.
“So it sounds like you are all on board with this decision. What do you need me or my advice for?” Cynthia asked, confused by what her daughter had trekked all the way here in the early morning to discuss.
Amy paused, chewing her lip. How could she say this the right way, she wondered?
“Well, that’s not necessarily the reason I wanted to talk to you. I mean, it’s part of it, I suppose.”
“Go on,” her mother encouraged.
Amy took a sip of coffee.
“It’s about Jack. And our relationship. I’ve been having some… conflicting emotions recently.”
It felt like a weight off her shoulders just to verbalize it for the first time to another person. She didn’t even care if her mother became irate.
“Like what?” Cynthia asked, still calm and poised as ever.
“Well, er…” she fumbled over her words, unsure how to formulate them. “I think I desire another child. I mean, I’ve been feeling the urges to get pregnant again.”
Cynthia raised an eyebrow.
“You want another child? Or you want to get pregnant?”
“I, ah, Mom…” Amy trailed off, confused. “Both. I think both. I know it’s frowned upon. I know it jeopardizes our family’s secrecy. But when I’m with him… I just… I feel it in my bones, mom.”
She steeled herself for her mother’s wrath. Instead, Cynthia remained unfazed.
“I know the desires you speak of,” she said.
“You do?” Amy asked, incredulous.
“Hmm,” she nodded. “I never acted upon them, but nonetheless I felt them. Look, Amy, it may be frowned upon to get with child at your age, but it is not unheard of in our family tree.”
Amy took a deep sigh of relief, buffeted by a large question mark.
“It… has?” she asked, clearly unfamiliar with this piece of family lore.
Her mother grinned slyly.
“Yes, my dear. Many times, in fact.”
Cynthia let that fact sink in for a moment.
“Your father’s father, who was also my father, impregnated his mother, who gave birth to a girl. That girl grew up to be our mother,” she carried on.
Amy tried to follow along, but when your family tree was a series of overlapping lines it became significantly harder.
“So your and Dad’s parents… my grandfather… got his own mother pregnant? Why did I never know this?” Amy said.
“You never asked!” Cynthia retorted. It was a fair point.
“Why was it allowed to happen? I mean, didn’t they have the same worries as we do?”
“Sure, they did,” her mother replied. “But sometimes this sort of thing can borne out of necessity. I think your grandfather’s primary mate, his cousin, had been killed tragically in an accident. There was no one left to carry on the bloodline, so his mother had to step in again.”
Amy pondered for a minute.
“So what you’re telling me is that I shouldn’t act on these urges unless it was vital to our family’s survival?” she asked.
“Not necessarily, no,” Cynthia answered. kültür escort “When you were younger, I laid out the rules in a very black and white manner. It was what you needed then. Hard boundaries. Firm lines. But you are older now. You are a mother yourself. You do not need me to tell you how to live your life. You know where the boundaries are now yourself, and why they exist. I trust you to know in your heart if this was a dangerous choice. Have you considered it, my dear?”
Amy gulped. It was a hard hitting question.
“I have, Mom. A lot. It’s eaten away at me for weeks.”
“And what is your conclusion?” she inquired deeper.
“My conclusion…” she echoed. “My conclusion is that it is the right path forward. Now that Phil is leaving, I see it clearly. This could be my last chance for many years to conceive. I thought maybe I was done being a mother… but now, with Jack… I realize I want it, and I know it would only strengthen our family.”
Her mom only smiled. A warm, gentle smile.
“It sounds like you have made up your mind, then,” she said.
Amy had expected more.
“So that’s it, then?” she asked. “You’re not mad at me?”
Cynthia chuckled again.
“My love, of course not… I only ever wanted you to consider the family first. Everything we do is to protect us all. I know you understand that now. If this is what your heart tells you, you should pursue it. After all, you will be the flame keeper of this house one day soon, yourself.”
Tears were streaming down Amy’s cheeks. She squeezed her mother’s hands firmly.
“Thank you, Mom. I love you,” she cried.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” Cynthia replied.
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It was now only one day before Phil’s departure. He had been home most days since the big announcement, and Amy knew that it was driving her son crazy.
Phil had just finished his umpteenth romp with her that week, trying to “get as much in” before he departed from her for at least a few months. Likely a lot longer. His pale, lukewarm semen now leaked out of her, dripping down her thighs. Normally when they would fuck (which was infrequent), she would clean up as quickly as possible afterwards.
Tonight, however, along with every other night this past week, she laid in bed a few minutes longer, letting the juices really marinate in there. Thinking about it was almost gross, but the end result would be worth it. This was the worst part. It only got better from here.
She felt around to get a sense of how much her husband had deposited. With enough ejaculate, she could extend her window by many weeks, she had calculated. Hopefully it wouldn’t take that long, though.
Phil was now snoring next to her, already consumed by his weak orgasm. She laid awake, thinking of how to break the news to Jack. How would he respond, she wondered? Would he even want to have a baby together? Was she getting in the way of the natural order after all? Was this going to tear her family apart?
Mom… are you still busy? a voice hummed into her mind. It was the overly horny devil himself.
We just finished, sweetie. He’s going to be gone for a very long time, Jack. You must understand that, right? she replied, laying silent in bed.
She felt his groans, but also his acquiescence.
I know, he said. But can’t we at least do a little something like the other night? When you snuck into my room?
She had cracked, unfortunately, giving in to his demands for intimacy earlier that week. To be fair, she had craved it too. That night she had let Phil get his rocks off before tip-toeing down the hall after he had passed out, the only time of day when they wouldn’t be caught. Well, when the chances were lowest, perhaps.
She found Jack rearing and ready to go, and he let her know how enthusiastically he had been waiting for her. She undressed rather perfunctorily, climbing on top of his naked body and positioning her head over his crotch.
Do you want to sixty-nine? he asked. That way we can both orgasm?
She shook her head, disappointed.
I’ve still got your father’s… I’m still dirty down there. she replied. Jack needed no further explanation.
Just lay back and enjoy this, okay? And don’t ask me again until your father has left. Understood?
She felt him give the confirmation as she started to lick his shaft tenderly. She let her tongue flow against the entire length, up to the head, then engulfing the whole thing in her mouth.
His hands were reaching down and fondling her breasts as she sucked on him, and it felt exhilarating beyond words. Phil was asleep only a few paces away, separated only by a few walls. Her son’s cock was several inches down her esophagus and absolutely covered in her saliva. Her thighs quivered, still leaking her husband’s seed.
That night was mostly a blur to her now. Jack had gotten rough, she remembered, but only because he had been so pent up. He had apologized afterwards, but she had genuinely enjoyed it. He had gripped onto her hair and rode her mouth like a pussy. He had shot his load deep down her throat, making her gag and gasp for air. But she swallowed it all. No mess could be allowed that could potentially give them away. She had no other choice but to destroy the evidence. He hadn’t complained with her method of choice.
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