The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Master PC: Mobile Unit 2

Chapter 2

After an icy shower, Melissa went back to the living room and sat down on the couch with her legs crossed.

The moment she was dreading was close at hand.

Soon, her daughters would be home, and she was going to have to explain to them that their deviant younger brother was able to alter reality on a whim.

It would make sense if they bolted out of the front door and never looked back, but that’s if they believed her. If the first thing she did was tell Tammy and Gina what their situation was, they’d likely think she was insane until proof was presented to them. Surely it wouldn’t be hard to obtain said proof, but, well...

As Melissa told Mike before, she did trust him not to do anything outrageous again on some level. She sincerely wanted to believe that he was sitting around in his room simply playing video games and eating God-knows-what kind of junk that his device could magically conjure up, but something that was nagging Melissa in the back of her mind said otherwise. After all, he could be in there turning the entire world upside down without her even knowing about it, and she was too anxious about the subject to actually try and imagine what he could be changing.

It was best to take a deep breath and not worry about it, she repeatedly told herself. If anything were wrong, there wouldn’t be anything she could do about it anyways, so dwelling on that was just going to bring her unnecessary stress. Ever since the situation with her horrible ex-husband, Melissa found it easy to compartmentalize even some of the most distressing things.

Several more hours ed and the sun had set before Melissa’s daughters finally texted her, letting her know that they wouldn’t be coming home for the night. Tammy had decided to stay at her boyfriend’s apartment while Gina was staying at the home of one of her classmates and long-time friends. A large part of her was relieved, being that she still wouldn’t know what exactly to tell them in regards to Mike and his device.

She texted back and told the girls to stay safe and make good decisions, then sighed and stretched out along the length of the couch like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders... And that thought brought Melissa back to thinking about the weight that was once on her chest. Laying on her back, she looked down at the braless mounds underneath her gray T-shirt and frowned.

They made her feel so... unsexy.

ing the wide-eyed gaze that Mike had when he was checking her out before felt unnatural and strange at first, but the more she recalled the moment, the more excited she felt at the prospect of being desired like that, even if that person was her own son. It’d been almost three years since she had any sort of sexual with another human being, and if Mike hadn’t decided to spill the beans about being able to reality, the two might’ve wound up breaking that dry spell. Hell, who knows many times she would’ve pleasured herself right in front of Mike before he decided to do more than just watch.

As Melissa’s aching pussy continued to heat up at the thought of her son’s perverted expressions, and she briefly debated on whether or not she should go ahead and give her sensitive sex another spin right then and there.

Giving into her urges, confident that Mike would be too busy doing whatever he was doing in his room to walk in on her, Melissa’s hands slowly crept down to her buzzing cunt.

However, the lack of weight on her chest gave her pause, and she bit down on her bottom lip with frustration.

It just wasn’t the same…

Screw it, she thought to herself, finally giving in.

It was just going to be her and Mike in the house for the rest of the night, so she might as well roll the dice and see what he has to say about her request for bigger breasts without having her daughters around to question her very questionable decision-making. Of course, Melissa didn’t really want tits as big as the fake ones she had before, and she’d prefer them to be natural this time, if anything. She knew that putting that into actual spoken words was going to be awkward and humiliating, and imagining the smug look she knew he was going to have on his stupid face almost stopped her from getting up off of the couch and heading to Mike’s room.

Melissa knew that she was going to regret whatever was about to happen, but she couldn’t help herself at this point.

She decided that this request would be a temporary change, a test run. If having big boobs was really worth it, then she could ask him to make them permanent tomorrow, or something. Besides, she might just think that she wants bigger tits, but she’ll know for sure once she locks herself away in her room for the rest of the night and works out years of pent-up sexual frustration.

Melissa stopped outside of Mike’s door, listening in for any signs of activity.

The sounds of the TV were muffled, but audible, and it didn’t sound like porn.

So, she swallowed her anxiety and pride, then softly knocked on his door.

“Come in!”

With her heart racing, she took a deep breath and entered, then gasped in shock at the sights that awaited.

The tidy room was dark aside from the light of a giant TV, which was streaming one of the many popular superhero movies that Melissa hadn’t bothered to watch yet. There wasn’t any sign of trash or dirty clothing laying around, and even the sheets and blanket on Mike’s full-sized bed in the corner looked to be fresh and made-up. Mike was sitting back against the wall on his bed, wearing only a pair of bright orange briefs while eating from a bag of chips laying between his muscular legs.

Melissa was so startled by the cleanliness of the room that she almost didn’t notice Mike’s physical transformation at first, which caused her astonished expression to become flushed and red.

Even though he was sitting down with his legs splayed out in a V-shape, she could tell that he was taller now, maybe the same height as Gina, even. His once-slender figure and nonexistent physique were now filled out with lean and healthy muscle, like that of a professional swimmer. The messy brown hair on his head remained unchanged, which was an odd thing for her to feel annoyed by before her eyes honed in on the huge lump in the front of his underwear.

It looked like Mike had stuffed a softball in his briefs, but she was more than aware of what kind of fleshy monster was hiding beneath that thin sleek fabric. He had always been well-endowed, and she suspected that her son figured that his sizable member just wasn’t big enough. Either that, or Melissa had just never seen it displayed in such a way.

While she thought she was prepared for whatever lay beyond his door before entering, Melissa now realized that no amount of psyching-up would’ve kept her from blushing like a nervous schoolgirl in that moment.

“Hey mom” Mike casually said through a mouthful of cheddar potato chips, still half-interested in the movie. “You can turn on the light, if you want.”

“Oh, uh, y-yeah.” She said in a weak tone, realizing she had been standing there in a stunned silence for several seconds, then flicked the light switch up, and was now able to see her handsome young son in all of his newfound glory. “S-Sorry, I—”

“Hm?” Mike mumbled, turning to her with an all-too relaxed, even bored expression. “What’s up?”

“I—...” Melissa choked, then reached up and gave her cheeks a crisp slap with both hands in order to get herself together. After clearing her throat and telling herself not to let her gaze wander down to his bulging package, she said: “First of all, I’m proud of you. I thought this room was going to a madhouse.”

“Oh yeah?” Mike chuckled. “What’d you expect to find, exactly?”

“I didn’t want to think about it, to be honest.” She said, glancing around the room nervously. “Anyway, I, uh, I need to ask you something.”

“M’kay…” He said, looking genuinely confused, but curious. “What’cha need?”

“I… I think I sort of liked having big b-boobs.” She forced herself to say, which made Mike’s eyes widen. “Maybe not as big as the ones from before, but, uh… Yeah.”

Mike seemed to be at a loss for words for a short time, and there was an awkward moment of silence that fell heavier than the sound of the TV. Then, he smiled that smug grin she had been dreading. She hated how much it actually excited her.

“So you came to ask if I’d give you a cupgrade?” He snickered, reaching down under his thigh to pull out his reality-warping gadget. He dramatically tossed it up in the air and snatched it back up as it fell. “Hell yeah, I can do that.”

Melissa’s heart fluttered at the answer, and her pussy seemed to pulse as soon as the device came into view. The small little device that could turn her into a plastic bimbo that’s always thinking about sex, or a powerful woman that stood taller than most men but was utterly subservient to them, or even a—... Melissa gave her head a quick shake, dismissing the surprisingly detailed fantasies that her thoughts were forming.

“But what’s in it for me?”

“E-Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

He put his hands behind his head and flexed his well-defined torso’s powerful muscles.

“I may be all-powerful now, but I’m not running a ‘boob charity’ here.”

Shit, Melissa thought to yourself. This scenario should’ve crossed her mind. It was very much like Mike to have this kind of mentality when he was asked to do something.

Or anything, really.

“Well, I don’t know…” She said, scratching the side of her head. “No chores for a week?”

“The trash can literally take itself out, now.”

“... I won’t bug you about getting a job or going to school for another year?”

“I can be a genius billionaire with a few keystrokes.”

“Damn it, Mike, I don’t know.” She sighed and slumped her shoulders in defeat, giving him a pleading look. Melissa was ready to turn and walk out of there with a heart full of mortified shame, at this point.

Mike looked up with a thoughtful expression on his annoyingly handsome face, wiggling his toes as the smile on his face just grew and grew.

“I’ve got it!” He said, then uncrossed his arms and slid out the device’s keyboard. “I’ll give you a nice rack, but I’m going to change something else about you too. You and I will be the only ones aware of it, but if you decide to turn it down, you lose your boobs.”

“Wait, what do you have in mind?” She asked, defensively crossing her arms over her flat chest with a raised eyebrow. Nothing good can come of this, she thought.

On the other hand, he did say that she would both notice it and have the option of turning down whatever it would be. It all boiled down to how much Melissa wanted to have big tits again, and judging by the fact she hasn’t turned around and left already, it appeared that a part of her really wanted them. She became less and less certain that her entire day wasn’t just a sick fever dream as the seconds ed.

“It’ll be funnier if you find out on your own.” He chuckled. “I’m ready when you are. Just say the word.”

“... Fine.” She sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Just don’t make them too—”

Melissa let out a sharp gasp as she felt her small mounds begin to vibrate with growing intensity.

She quickly grabbed her swelling breasts over her top, unable to not let out soft embarrassing moans at the sudden onslaught of dull vibrating pleasure that came along with her mammary cells rapidly expanding, dividing, and multiplying. She leaned back against the wall behind her and reflexively squeezed her growing tits. They soon became too big for her small hands to contain, but the growth stopped before she realized it.

With watery eyes, a damp crotch, and weak knees, Melissa let out a shaky sigh and looked down, seeing that her shirt had stretched and apparently reshaped to snugly fit the form of her new cantaloupe-sized tits.

Loosening her grip slightly just to give her breasts a few gentle squeezes, she could tell that they were natural, but when her hands slowly pulled away, she realized that they were still more rounded than not, and perky enough for them to not require a bra to maintain their shape.

Having forgotten where she was for a moment, Melissa released them and twisted her torso from side to side, watching them jiggle and slosh around underneath the tight confines of her gray T-shirt.

“That’s so fucking cool.” She heard Mike say through another mouthful of chips, and when Melissa glanced in his direction, she could see that his enhanced cock was bulging to the side along the waistband of his tight briefs. “I could definitely get used to this view.”

The light-headed Melissa shook her head and stood up straight, realizing just how flush and flustered she had been made by that bizarre experience.

Nothing felt real anymore, nothing aside from the thick and very erect nipples poking through her shirt and the throbbing pussy between her thighs that was screaming at her nervous system for attention. And the look that Mike was leering at her chest with… It didn’t fill her with the same sense of discomfort and unease as it had once before.

Either he had done something to her with the device to make that so, or his own mouth-watering form and the erect beast twitching in his briefs was having an effect on her judgment.

If simply making her breasts grow was that pleasurable, then what other sorts of toe-curling bliss could that little gadget of his make her feel?

“My eyes are up here, y’know.”

“Sorry, Daddy.” She nervously blurted out as her eyes shot up from his crotch. She then cleared her throat and did her best to compose herself in front of who, she unfortunately needed to remind herself, was her own flesh and blood. “Thanks for—...”

Mike’s stupid smile couldn’t have been wider.

“Daddy...” Melissa said, trying to say her son’s actual given name. “D-Daddy!”

Mike was laughing so hard that he nearly fell off of his bed.

“Damn it, D-Daddy!” Melissa stammered, her voice shaken and high pitched from the sheer embarrassment that came along with referring to her own son by such a title. His actual name simply refused to leave her lips. “This is not funny, D-Dad—... Damn it!”

“Y-You’re right.” He said between breathless chuckles. “It’s hilarious!”

Melissa’s face was burning bright red from her whirlwind of humiliated emotions. The gravity of her situation became lost on her long enough to forget about her parental role as a mother and do something that, well… Something that she would’ve done to one of her old boyfriends when they were acting like immature assholes.

“Stop screwing around!”

With fury in her eyes, Melissa rushed towards Mike as he lay giggling on his side. Startled by her response, he offered little resistance when she pushed his shoulder and forced him onto his back. She swiftly and firmly sat down on and straddled his firm abdomen before grabbing his wrists to pin them down into the bed next to each side of his head, his muscular legs hanging off the edge bed.

“Boobs or not, I’m not about to be calling my own son ‘Daddy’, Daddy!”

Mike’s laughs quickly stopped after she mounted him, but he was still grinning like an idiot, and he looked up into her eyes with his own wide orbs before they shifted and locked onto the melons jiggling wildly above him.

He remained silent, and as the seconds dragged on, Melissa began to realize what she was doing, and the anger inside of her began to dry up while her throbbing wet pussy did the opposite against his hard abs.

The shame and nervousness was back, but she couldn’t deny her feelings anymore after what she’d just done.

She knew exactly what her body was craving, and it desperately craved Mike’s.

“Sorry, mom.” Mike shrugged. “You can either call me Daddy from now on, or you can go back to having small boobs again. Them’s the brakes.”

Melissa grit her teeth and glared at him, and his smile fell for a moment as a flash of fear came across his handsome face. She immediately felt a spark of guilt at seeing her son make that face, but it wasn’t strong enough to calm her still aggravated nerves. Melissa did, however, let go of his wrists and sat up straight on top of him, surprised at just how sturdy his belly was.

“... And nobody is going to think that it’s weird?” She asked, her voice much softer and less aggressive. “No matter what?”

“They shouldn’t.” Mike said with another shrug. “Even Gina and Tammy won’t bat an eye if they heard you say it, but they’ll probably think it’s strange if I laugh about it.”

“I’ll never understand your generation’s humor, Daddy. Shit, I mean, Da—... Forget it.”

“Oh, come on.” Mike chuckled. “It’s funny because it’s weird. You, of all people, calling me Daddy? Here, watch. Just try to say my name in casual conversation, or something.”

Looking down at him, Melissa raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her bubbly bust. Challenge accepted, she thought. Maybe the joke just needed context, or something.

“Daddy, clean up your room... Help me bring in the groceries, Daddy... How was your day, Daddy?”

Mike’s half-stifled laughter was apparently contagious, because the slightest of smiles finally appeared on his mother’s full lips. Damn it, Melissa thought. It was kind of funny.

“Hey Daddy, can you the potatoes? Do I have anything on my face, Daddy?... Well, you’re right about how weird it sounds.”

“Almost as weird as how wet you are right now.” Mike said, this time without a laugh, and with a gruffness to his smooth voice. He reached around her and gave Melissa’s toned butt a crisp slap.

She was suddenly brought back to her twisted reality once again at the sharp sting against her shapely backside, her face as red as a tomato.

Just as was about to say something, to reflexively snap at him and respond to his observation with cold criticism, the jolt of electricity that shot through her spine gave her pause.

Instead of exploding with anger, Melissa was surprised to find herself exploding into a fit of hysterical laughter on top of him, so much so that she fell onto your side next to him on the bed.

What the hell was happening to her?

Once her laughter finally settled and she found the courage to open her eyes, she saw Mike laying next to her in very close proximity, propped up on an elbow and facing her as his hungry eyes were glued to her bust, which seemed to visibly jiggle underneath her form-fitting top at even the slightest bit of motion.

He looked so big and confident, so unlike the son she knew and had suffered many headaches over. The meaty outline of his giant cock that was threatening to rip through his tight orange briefs was something that she absolutely couldn’t ignore. With a racing heart and a bright red face, Melissa swallowed and slowly looked up into Mike’s face.

“So, D-Daddy…” Melissa sheepishly began, reg herself to the fact that she’d completely lost her mind, but she was too fucking horny and mentally worn downs to care at that point. “Do you want to feel them?”

“Wait, seriously?” He asked, already extending a hand towards them as his face lit up with surprise. “I can’t say no to that.”

“On one condition.”

His hand froze just an inch shy of her big breasts, and he gave her a suspicious look as she sat up in his bed.

“Use that gadget of yours to wish me up a bottle of wine.” She said, giving him a weak smile. “I think I’ll need a drink for this.”

Mike glanced around for a few moments to find where his magical device was, rolled over on the bed and picked it up from where it had fallen on the floor, and then began typing.

Out of thin air, a dark green bottle appeared in Melissa’s lap.

She picked it up, bit down on the exposed cork and pulled it out with visible effort, then began chugging its sour red nectar like someone about to die of thirst.

When she finally pulled away, the bottle looked to have been emptied by a third, and she was already feeling the buzz.

Well, she was already buzzed and light-headed, but now more-so from the warm alcohol swimming around in her empty stomach.

She sighed with satisfaction, then scooched over towards the edge of the bed and looked over her shoulder towards Mike, who was way too excited to play with his mom’s tits, she thought.

To be fair, this was likely the first pair of breasts that he was being given complete access to explore, and even Melissa couldn’t deny how tempting and squeezable they looked as they jiggled around on her slender torso.

“Well, come on then, Daddy.”

Mike didn’t need any more encouragement, and he slid right on over to the spot next to her on the edge as she put the bottle down on the carpet and casually removed her shirt.

Her big round tits bounced around in the room’s chilly air, and she instantly loved the way they felt on her, the way they stayed near-perfectly-round but had enough of a teardrop shape to almost appear natural, and especially the way they felt when Mike’s muscular arm wrapped around your neck and softly cupped one of them. Melissa was surprised at how sensitive they were, and she let out a soft shaky moan when his other hand reached across to grab the other. Her new breasts weren’t mind-numbingly sensitive, but the way Mike’s fingers began to more roughly dig into and squeeze their plush flesh was certainly getting her fired up, to say the least.

Her eyes flicked away from his clumsy hands and towards the raging rod in his boxers.

Almost reflexively, Melissa’s hand slowly reached out and gently grabbed it, causing Mike to gasp and grunt along with her soft moans. It was absolutely huge, not that she wasn’t aware of it before. Long, thick, and rock-solid. After some effort, she soon had it fished out from the opening the the front of his briefs, and her eyes wanted to pop out of her head like a cartoon character at the bare sight of it. Hell, she wasn’t even able to wrap her fingers around its mighty girth, and the large glop of clear precum oozing from its perfectly-shaped tip was quickly used to aid in the messaging of her son’s twitching pole.

After a couple of minutes, she simply couldn’t take it anymore.

This was officially the biggest cock Melissa ever had the chance to play with, and her patience in waiting to do so was at its end.

Mike seemed surprised when she pulled away from his grasp, but his eyes shot open as wide as could be when she slowly slid off of the bed and got down on her knees in front of him.

Up close and right in front of her face, it looked even bigger than before, and that much more frightening. Wanting to get the full picture, she grabbed the hem of his briefs and motioned for Mike to lift up slightly, to which he did without hesitation. The briefs slid off and landed at his ankles, and his huge dick freely stood straight up in front of Melissa’s open-mouthed expression, startling her a bit when it bumped up against chin. It was smooth, hairless, and his balls were easily the size of tennis balls, completely swollen and mushed together in his tight hairless sack.

“Jesus, Daddy!” Melissa said in amazement as she reached forward and grabbed onto it with both hands, slightly more afraid of his cock’s sheer size than anything else that had transpired within the last twenty-four hours. “Did you make it big enough?!”

“It was about three times that size a few hours ago.” He said, which caused her to look up into his toothy smile with horror. “This is just more comfortable to lounge around with.”

“Nu-uh.” She argued, slowly stroking its length and eliciting a groan from her son. “’Comfortable’ doesn’t even describe how big it was before, and now it’s just... fucking massive!”

The thoughts Melissa had in regards to who she was pleasuring were now lost to her entirely, and her pussy was threatening to soak the entire midsection of her yoga pants as her big tits jiggled around on her chest with each motion of her skillful hands. No matter how much she squeezed and examined the beast, she could not get over how hard it was, how much she loved each of its thumps and twitches at her touch.

After a couple of minutes, Mike spoke in a soft and shaky voice.

“M-Mom, I think I’m about to—...” He tried to say between his heavy breaths. “About to—...”

Mike didn’t need to say anything, really.

She knew right away when he was on the verge of cumming by how his cock became ever-so harder and began to pulse more frequently.

Melissa grinned devilishly as she looked up into his goofy expression, moving her hands faster along his length.

“Cum for me, Daddy.” She whispered, seductively but demanding, relishing in the feeling of power she had over him in that moment, how he was utterly at the mercy of her soft hands. “Cum all over your mommy’s big fucking titties.”

Her words seemed to push him over the edge, and his cock began gushing with the most voluminous ejaculation that she’s ever seen.

Melissa flinched when the first few ropes hit her chin, and she shivered with amazement as more followed, painting her neck and tits with the thickest load of goo that anyone has ever produced. It just kept coming and coming as she continued to work his thick shaft with both hands, and by the time it was over, the top half of her torso was completely covered in a thick layer of her son’s seed as the excess dripped down onto her thighs and the carpet below. Mike collapsed onto his back with a blissfully dopey smile on his face, breathing deeply as his huge cock ever-so-slightly softened in Melissa’s hands, but still it remained mostly erect.

She sighed with amused satisfaction, slowly releasing his dick and letting it bob around in a figure-eight pattern between his muscular thighs.

“You’re going to need to work on your endurance, Daddy.” She teased, managing a giggle as she scooped up some of the cum from her breasts. Being that she’s gone this far down the unholy road of blatant taboo already, she didn’t see the harm in giving his goo a little taste test.

Her eyes lit up when she put a slimy finger in her mouth, then continued further by licking her hands clean, then the tops of her smooth and creamy breasts, desperately moaning like a bitch in heat all-the-while.

God, who could’ve guessed how fun this was?

Pornstars, maybe, but then again, pornstars weren’t slurping up cum that tasted exactly like vanilla cake frosting, Melissa mused to herself.

Once most of her hands and the tops of her jiggly breasts were cleaned of magically-altered cum and now slick with her own saliva, Melissa looked forward and saw that Mike’s cock was still a dripping mess as it twitched in the air between his legs. After taking another few gulps from the wine bottle on the floor, she giggled and slowly leaned in, licking the tip of her son’s cock, causing it to twitch hard with interest while Mike soon propped himself up on his elbows, looking down in amazement as his closeted slut of a mother proceeded to grab his cock and lick every single inch of it clean. By the time her tongue was slurping on his silky-smooth balls, Mike’s gut-shovel was at full-mast once again.

“Jesus Christ, mom… Just so you know, I haven’t done anything to you with this thing since I changed you back. Well, aside from your tits and the ‘Daddy’ quirk.”

Melissa didn’t say anything as she looked past his thick shaft at the device in his hands, nor did you give Mike any kind of expression as she stood up from the floor and shimmied her yoga pants off, revealing her glistening wet snatch and her well-sculpted ass. She made sure to face those round cheeks towards him as she gave the horny young man a bit of a show pulling the stretchy fabric down over them, and smiled as his handsome face made another goofy expression of amazement. She hated to it how much she was enjoying this, but she’d never been this turned on in her entire life.

“This is all you, believe it or not.”

Believe it or not, she didn’t care in the slightest.

The only thing Melissa wanted was her own son’s fat fucking dick in her cock-starved cunt.

Now fully naked, she reached back and placed a hand on the tip of his huge dick, then carefully bent over, guiding it towards her pussy. She pressed down on it, feeling its girthy head push against the quivering lips of his first apartment. With a bit of effort, she felt her slippery walls stretching around the mass as he slowly slipped inside, causing both of them to let out moaning gasps.

As Melissa desperately pushed down, ignoring the pain that came from the initial adjustment to his size, she was only able to take about two solid inches before she had to pull back. The task became increasingly difficult as she slowly lowered and raised her hips. The pain was subsiding as the pleasure increased every time she pushed back down, and her pussy was slowly becoming accustomed to his size as she forced herself to relax a bit more, but this only caused her knees to weaken and her senses to be clouded with crippling waves of euphoria. Soon, she was bouncing up and down on the upper-half of his cock, which was all that her unused pussy would allow her to take.

She was moaning, gasping, and crying out each time Mike’s thumping cock bottomed out and further stretched her electrified pussy.

Maybe about two minutes into this, Melissa could already feel herself on the brink of a powerful climax.

However, through the roaring rush of pleasure, she flinched and cried out when one of Mike’s large hands gave her big ass a stinging slap, one that definitely would be leaving a bright-red hand-print behind.

“Don’t get me wrong, this feels awesome, mom.” He chuckled in a throaty tone from behind her. Melissa tried to look back at him, but she had to keep most of her focus on bouncing or else she might ruin the rhythm and rush of pleasure rising from it. “But it looks like you need some help getting it all the way in. You’re welcome, in advance.”

“W-What are you—...”

Melissa suddenly screamed at the top of her lungs as any lingering feelings of pain she was experiencing instantly shifted into raw, unyielding pleasure.

She still had half of his cock in her pussy, and while it was still hugging Mike’s member as tightly as before, a strange sort of emptiness appeared in her abdomen right above where his thick head was twitching.

Mike’s strong hands grabbed her shapely hips, and then, just as she turned her head fully to look over her shoulder, he pulled her body down, and her elastic cunt sucked up the remaining inches of his huge cock without resistance. When her ass was firmly planted in her son’s lap, Melissa’s eyes rolled back in her head as any coherent thoughts she might’ve had were scrambled completely. Now fully impaled on Mike’s big hard dick with her entire form vibrating from an earth-shattering and seemingly never-ending orgasm, she lost every ounce of strength she had left in her long legs.

The only time it began to subside was when Mike used his impressive strength to lift her off of his cock by a few inches, but it immediately returned when he thrust his powerful hips upward and buried its entirety right back into her.

“Oh yeah, much better.” Mike growled, primal lust dripping from his words. “Thanks for not letting me feel guilty about this, you slutty little cock-sleeve.”

She was suddenly whirled around, and the front of Melissa’s body was slammed into Mike’s bed, not that she was really aware of what was happening or being said anymore.

Her orgasm was still going strong, and she might as well have become her son’s living fleshlight for the rest of the night as he began ruthlessly fucking her indestructible pussy as her ass was perched up in the air behind her.

By morning, everything after that very moment was a haze when she tried to recall what had happened the next day.

The only thing Melissa knew for sure was that Mike filled up her bottomless cunt enough times with his thick cum to get her pregnant a dozen times over, and all she did was mumble and moan and scream different variations of “fuck me Daddy” throughout the magical ordeal while he fucked her in every position that she were capable of being in or folded into, and she didn’t regret a single moment of it.

When consciousness eventually returned, she was alone in Mike’s bed with gentle morning sun-rays shining on her face through the edges of his black-out curtains, completely clean of any and all bodily fluids while blissfully rolling around underneath brisk sheets.

All Melissa wanted to do was cuddle with someone and forget about the world for as long as she was able to maintain her dreamy state of mind, but she settled for snuggling with the king-sized pillow that her head was resting on for the time being.

Well, she wouldn’t have minded a morning quickie, either.