What the fuck. Why had all my hair fallen out? Was this a phallite thing? Was I sick? Terrifying thoughts of Clementina’s warnings about what happened to male phallite carriers surged into my head.
Despite having an immense erection, I had little desire to put it to use. I really just wanted to go back to bed. But I didn’t want to face any more nightmares, and I had class, so I decided to get up.
I brushed the sticky pile of pubic hair into the trash and stripped the slimed sheets from the bed, leaving the mattress open to dry. I turned on the shower cold and climbed inside, shivering until my cock decided to behave, then I dried off, pulled on shorts and a T-shirt and made my way down to the kitchen. I had class in a couple of hours and had to pull myself together. I hadn’t had anything to drink the night before but felt like I had been up drinking all night.
I made some coffee and sat down at the kitchen table to try to collect my racing thoughts.
I heard my mother stir and she came down the stairs in her usual nighttime sleepwear of a cut off T-shirt and yoga shorts. I poured her a cup of coffee and she sat down across from me at the table. I was nervous looking at her for a couple of reasons. First there was the tongue thing, second there was the tentacle labia thing, and third was my abrupt exit from her room last night.
She took a sip of her coffee.
“You must have been tired,” she said.
“I was, but I didn’t sleep well. I had all kind of weird dreams.”
“You should have taken me up on my offer and come down to my room, I could have turned your nightmares into sweet dreams,” she said.
“What?” I replied, looking at her sharply. “What do you mean? I came down to your room about an hour after you left my room.”
“You must have dreamt it, sweetie,” she said, smiling, putting her hand on mine. “I was all alone last night. I would have loved a visit from you.”
“No,” I said. “I’m sure…”
“You were dreaming,” she said reassuringly.
“Stick out your tongue,” I said.
“Do what?”
“Your tongue, let me see it.”
She stuck out her tongue. It was her normal tongue, not the long, snaking tentacle-like thing I had seen the night before.
“Jesus,” I said. “I am losing it.” I gulped the rest of my mug of coffee and poured another.
“You look rough,” my mother said. “Maybe you should skip class today, just take it easy. You may be coming down with something.”
“Maybe, but I think getting out of here for awhile will do me more good than sitting around in the house all day. Oh, and by the way, all my body hair fell out last night.”
“What? Really? Let me see.”
I pulled my shorts down and my mother shook her head.
“Wow, that makes you look huge. You in the mood for a quickie before class?” she asked. “I want to suck on that thing so bad it makes my pussy hurt.”
I was still processing the tongue and labia experience, I wasn’t sure I was ready for a blowjob – or any job – from my mom. And if taking two tentacles in her slit and three in her ass yesterday didn’t make her pussy hurt, I doubted looking at my soft cock would do the trick.
But my mom didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. I reached to pull my pants back up but she intercepted me, pulling my hands away and pulling my shorts to the ground.
“I don’t think…” I started, but she interrupted.
“Last night I told you that you didn’t even have to ask for permission,” she said. “But you won’t do the same for me?” She pulled off her T-shirt, letting her breasts swing free. They were milky and full, just begging to be sucked and emptied.
I wanted to say no, but I was too exhausted to fight, and seeing her tits I was getting horny against my better judgment. My cock was hard and it looked even more gargantuan than normal without any pubic hair around it. Slime was already dribbling from a purple tip that was gaping widely. My mother pulled the head of my cock in her mouth and worked her tongue around the pulsating tip, teasing the underside and gently biting just behind the helmet. She pulled back and let another surge of slime flow from her mouth onto my cock as a similar surge stretched down from my cock tip.
If I was going to give her what she wanted, she was going to pay a little. I grabbed her hair and pushed my cock into her mouth. She moaned seductively and looked up at me, daring me to push all 15 inches in. I slipped inch by inch into her mouth, feeling the hard flesh of my cock slip past her lips, over her tongue, through her throat, and down into the depths of her body. My balls hit her chin and slime dribbled from her lips, more slid from her nose as she tried to control the flow of slime that was coming from my cock and coming from her throat. She gagged as I pulled back and pushed back in, feeling my cock rub against her pulsating throat.
I thought about pulling out all the way, but the look in her eyes begged for more, so I slipped out a couple inches, then back in and held it there until another round of slime poured from her mouth and nose. Her eyes watered so I slowly slipped back out. A huge glob of slime poured from her lips as my tip popped free, sending globs of slime across her large milky tits.
I bent down and licked the slime from one of her tits, swallowed it, then began licking the wide, pebbled aureole and the long, stiff nipple that stood out from the mound. Thick, sweet, seductive milk poured from her breast into my mouth and down my chin, as I suckled voraciously. My mother pulled her other tit up to her lips and sucked, drinking in her own milk.
I let go of her breasts and leaned back as my hard cock tilted upwards. The aperture at the end was gaping widely. My mother ran her index finger through the slime hanging off the head, then slid it inside the tip, pushing it in to the second knuckle. I groaned as she massaged the underside of the cock head from the inside while stroking the shaft from the outside.
She let go of my cock and pulled my her face up to hers, kissing me, forcing my cock up between our bodies and squeezing it between her tits. More slime slithered from my meat, mixing with the milk streaming from her breasts, and making a sticky mess that stuck our skin together.
Our lips locked, our tongues intertwined, she took in a deep breath, pulling the air from my lungs. It was almost as if she were sucking my life out of me. I could feel my already flagging energy sinking even lower. The testosterone surge was all that was keeping me going, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to continue.
I tried to pull my face away from hers but she put her hands on the back of my head and forced me to keep my lips locked on hers. I needed to pull away, I needed to get free, but every time I tried to inhale, she pulled my air away. What the fuck. I put my hands on her chest and gave her a hard shove. She finally came away from my face with an audible sucking pop, like a sucker-tipped dart coming free from a wall. I gasped for air.
“What the fuck,” I said between gulps of air. “You almost asphyxiated me…”
She laughed.
“What’s the matter, baby,” she said. “Can’t handle mommy after all?”
I started to swear at her, but instead grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard, expecting to get a complaint, but she only laughed again.
I picked her up and planted her ass on the counter and pushed her legs apart roughly. Her labia were gaping, revealing the crumpled pink tunnel inside. I slid three fingers inside and pulled upward, stretching it even further, hoping for some kind of a response that I had hurt her a little, but she only laughed.
Fuck her.
I slid my cock past her meaty labia into her deep slit. She squeezed her muscles, forcing me to push harder, feeling the pressure of each inch of my cock as it pushed past the ribbed muscles of her vagina. I pushed hard and fast, worried I might lose steam and get tired before I finished the job. She wanted a quickie, and I needed to deliver a quickie. I wasn’t sure I had the energy for much else. As slime slid from her pussy around my meat, she begged me to go harder and faster. I obliged, ramping up my motion until I was jackhammering my meat in and out of her pussy as hard as I could. She pulled me close, wrapped her arms around me and pressed our chests together. More milk from her tits rolled down my chest, mixing with the slime pouring from her deep, spread slit.
I felt a wave of an orgasm wash over her and felt relieved. At least I had enough in the tank to get her off. I needed to finish the job for myself.
I pulled out and flipped her over, grabbing her thick hips and stretching her asshole wide, rubbing my cock against the pink flesh that popped out when I gaped her wide pink sphincter. I pushed my cock inside, forcing every last inch inside her cavernous asshole. As I pistoned my cock in and out of my mother’s ass, she tightened her muscles, causing her flesh to grab my meat and slide out along it like a sheath. Her meat held tight to mine as I pulled out five or six inches before pushing back in.
I felt my energy flag again. I needed to finish. I shifted my position and redoubled my efforts. A moment later my balls tightened as I released into her waiting body. My seed mixed with her slime and dribbled out of her asshole as I continued to piston her until I felt my balls start to slow their pulsations.
As my cock subsided, so did my energy level. I felt as if every drop of stamina I had left exited my body with my ejaculation. I felt woozy and weak at the knees.
I pulled my cock out of my mother’s dripping ass and sat down, my member slowly losing tone and softening. Come and slime slipped from her still-gaped pink asshole. I sat at the kitchen table and lowered my head into my hands, barely awake, head spinning. She leaned against the counter, looking down at me, slime and come dribbling down from her asshole across the front of the counters.
I was beat, but I could still feel the need emanating from my mother. She was insatiable and it just radiated from her body. But I had no energy left.
She slipped off the counter and stood in front of me, milk and slime coating her body and glistening in the morning light.
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