Bradley stumbled down the front path of his mom’s house, struggling to put one foot in front of the other. He trampled over the flower patch and crashed against the wooden gate that led to the backyard. The din was ear-splitting in the otherwise peaceful night.

“Shhhh!!” Bradly hissed at himself. He had to stay quiet, damn it!

He fumbled with the latch and half-fell through the gate. He wandered across the patio, stopped, ran back to throw up in the bushes, and then ran across the patio again, opening the sliding glass door. He hoped he hadn’t made too much noise.

The kitchen light clicked on. Bradely froze in his tracks, seeing his mother in her bathrobe standing with her arms crossed over her ample chest.

Turns out he had made too much noise.

“Well, well, well. Back from another ‘hang out’ with those college buddies of yours?” said Heather Harson, her eyes shooting bullets at her son as he swayed on his feet. “How many drinks did you have this time?”

“Aw, hey ma!” Bradley said. He just had to put on the charm. “I wash gonna come home early, but Jeffs took us and erryone to a party and…Hey! Hey! We…dominated beer pong!!” Bradley stumbled forward and nearly crashed into his mother’s plush tits. She glared down at him.

“Bradly Harson! When are you going to grow up already? You’re twenty-four and still living at home? You need to get serious and consider your future with that ditz girlfriend of yours. I want grandchildren already!”

Heather continued her griping while dragging her wayward adult son to the bathroom so she could peel off his soiled clothes, wash him up, and throw him into bed. She shook her head, wondering what could be done for her son, who seemed bent on living the rest of his life off her savings.

She watched him, passed out on his face in his room, and decided it was time she took matters into her own hands.

Bradley’s bedside clock read 3:15 a.m. when his door creaked open. A curvy shadow slipped into his room, gliding across the silver moonlight. The hourglass silhouette sat on the foot of his bed, a pale hand sneaking to unzip his fly.

Bradley snorted as the midnight visitor yanked down his pants and pulled out his sleeping cock. She drummed her slender fingers over his length, feeling it pulse and stir with the stimulation.

“Huh...? Who’s…who’s there?” Bradley mumbled, propping himself up on his arm.

A flame flipped open in front of him. Immediately, his eyes opened wide and he stared into the flickering fire, driven by primal instinct. Behind the dancing light, two dark eyes watched him, the flame sparkling in their pupils.

“Eyes on the light, Bradley…shhh….don’t worry…you’re safe…you can trust me…eyes on the light…”

Bradley froze, seeing the fire so close to his face, timidly obeying what the voice told him. His fear faded and the longer he stared, the more disconnected he felt, like he was drifting through a dream watching himself following the dancing flame.

“You feel relaxed…watch the flame…sinking down…watch the flame…eyes going back and forth….back and forth…watch the flame…pay attention to the pretty flame, Bradley.”

Bradley kept his eyes on the bright fire, swayed by the easy authority in the smooth, feminine voice.

“The flame draws your focus…watch the flame…keep all your attention on my pretty, flickering flame…no need to worry about anything else…”

With her other hand, the woman continued to massage his stiffening prick. Bradley tried to pick up his head, confused about who was playing with his cock, but the flame again passed in front of his eyes, and he immediately forgot why he was worried.

The hand left his prick and a long white candle appeared in his vision. The flame jumped to the candle as Bradley stared helplessly.

“See the candle, Bradley…watch the long, stiff candle…watch the flame, drawing all your energy…all your energy into your long, stiff candle…” the voice whispered, eyes gleaming in the candlelight.

The flame held Bradley’s eyes like tractor beams, pulling every ounce of strength into his very hard, very needy cock. He desperately wanted to see who was making him so aroused, but the candlelight blinded him to anything other than the flame and his cock.

The candle rose up and floated over his head, coming to rest on the bed shelf above him. Bradley’s eyes rolled as two full, giant breasts drifted out of the dark, barely concealed in a thin nighty. A silver locket dangled in the plunging cleavage, catching the flickering glow of the candle.

“Watch the pretty locket, Bradley…see it nestled between my big tits…just watch it, bouncing back and forth, between my nice, juicy tits…Don’t think. Just look at my tits…Don’t think…”

Bradley felt his pulse quicken. He blinked, trying to protest, but his eyes kept wandering back to the locket swinging gently, shining in the candlelight. The tits in his face rocked back and forth, keeping him dazed and distracted as a hand wrapped around his cock, pointing it up and teasing it against something soft and slick.

“That’s right…keep watching my big boobies…so easy to let your thoughts slip right out of your head…letting them get you so hard…so agreeable…just go with it, Bradley…your body wants this…just listen to you body…”

Bradley stared into the gorgeous plate of cleavage swinging along with the silver locket, the flashes sending sparks of pleasure through his brain. With each slow gyration, her tits slid against the silk fabric of the nighty, and Bradley silently prayed for one of the firm nipples to pop free.

Before he knew what was happening, he felt his cock slide into a warm, wet box that clenched and squeezed around his prick. He groaned. ecstatic.

“Mmm…feeling so much pleasure…you need pleasure…but no cumming…focus on my titties and don’t let that cock spurt….just enjoy this wonderful pussy sliding uuuuuuppppp….”

The woman lifted her hips, bringing her labia to the very tip of his cock.

“and dooowwwwwnnnn…”

His cock sank all the way to his balls in velvet pleasure. A wave of euphoria invaded his mind as he surrendered to the languorous feeling of the slick pussy eating his cock.

“Watching my boobs…feeling my yummy pussy on your big cock…it feels so good…You can’t think…you just want to feel your cock in my pussy…no cumming…”

Bradley moaned, trapped in the exquisite torture. His thoughts were draining straight into his balls leaving his head in a dazed fog.

“Your cock will fill up with so much seed…you can’t stop your balls from overflowing with hot, thick cum…but you won’t be able to get off…letting those balls of yours get nice and fat with a big, hot load…no cumming…”

Bradley followed the locket bouncing on the tits barely peeking their nipples out of the nighty, the silky words drifting through his brain, a huge empty smile on his face.

“Keep letting me fuck you, Bradley…it feels so good to let a hot pussy be in charge…let it make all the decisions for you…make you cock feel so hard and sexy…just like it gets hard and sexy when you fuck your girlfriend….you like fucking your girlfriend, Bradley?”

The young man grunted eagerly.

“Good…now, why don’t you lie back and let me teach you how to really please your girlfriend…maybe she’ll tell all her friends about what a great lay you are…then you can seduce all of them…have your way with each of those slutty little bimbos you hang around with…does that idea make you happy?”

The thought of Clarissa’s bubbly friends kneeling down to worship his cock kicked Bradley’s fantasies into overdrive. He bucked and thrust into the delicious pussy hugging his prick, but couldn’t bring himself to cum.

“Mmm…you like that idea, don’t you…tell me, sweetie. When is that pretty girlfriend of yours coming over next?” The woman’s hips kept rolling up and down his cock. Bradley couldn’t resist answering.

“T-tomorrow…in the morning…going on a hike…” he mumbled, sleepily.

A smile formed on the woman’s lips just above her bouncing tits. She gave Bradley’s shaft an extra squeeze with her pussy.

“Listen to me carefully, Bradley,” she cooed. “You’re so exhausted…your body is just too tired from all that partying…tomorrow you’re going to sleep in…you’re going to sleep until two in the afternoon…it doesn’t matter how much your phone rings….nothing will be able to wake you up until two p.m.…got that?”

Bradley nodded, his eyes closed and his face strained with pleasure. She brushed her fingers over Bradely’s eyes, urging them close.

“Good…now, sleep…just sleep for me, baby…”

She gently stroked her hand over his face again, and then again, each time murmuring her commands to relax and sleep. Bradley’s mind succumbed to the soothing words and he let himself drift to into oblivion.

Heather grinned, watching her son surrender to her spell. His father had gone under for her much quicker. Maybe her son had inherited her iron will. It didn’t quite matter. Now that Bradley was deep in her power, and her pussy, it was time for Heather to get to work.

“Good, just keep letting me slide up and down this nice prick of yours…don’t cum…and listen to everything I tell you…”

Bradley woke up the next day confused, groggy, and miserably hungover. The bright sunlight came pouring in through his bedroom window. Bradley smothered his face with his pillow. What did he even drink last night?

He turned over to glance at his phone, then sat straight up, completely bewildered by what he saw.

2:15 pm? How the hell did he manage to sleep that late?

He cursed and flipped through his phone, finding Clarissa’s number. He called her up, expecting her to be furious for missing their date.

“Hello?” her voice answered.

“Clarissa! Babe! I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened. I must have had way too much to drink last night. I just woke up! I know we were supposed to go on a hike today, but I –”

“It’s okay, Bradley.”

“I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be, but I swear…wait, what?” Bradley stopped mid-apology.

“It’s okay, Bradley. I don’t mind. You needed to sleep…”

Bradley paused, not sure what to do. His girlfriend didn’t sound upset, but neither did she sound like her usual self. Was she messing with him?

“uh…you’re sure? I can still come over,” he offered.

“That’s okay. I’m going on a trip. With my family…”

“A trip?” That was the first time he’d ever heard her planning a trip.

“Yes. There was a family emergency. I will be back by Friday…” Why did his girlfriend sound like she was half asleep?

“By Friday?! Aw, babe. You’re leaving me high and dry.”

“I’m sorry, Brad. I will be back by Friday. Everything is okay. I’ll call you later…”

“uhm…well, okay.” What choice did he have?

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, baby. Enjoy.”

The phone went dead, and Bradley was left with more questions than answers. Did he do something wrong?

He replayed the night’s events in his head. He remembered hanging out at Ben’s kegger, the shot contest, feeling up Clarrissa in the backyard, staggering home too drunk to see straight…and then…

For some reason, he remembered a bright candle in front of two magnificent breasts, and his cock disappearing into a ravenous pussy. For some reason, when he tried to remember the face of the person fucking him, he only saw two deep eyes twinkling in the dark.

Hmm…he sure did have some crazy dreams when he was drunk.

Bradley rolled out of bed and shrugged on some jeans. He froze as he saw a thin white candle held by a silver holder on his bed shelf, the candle almost burned down to nothing.

That was weird. He didn’t usually light candles.

He shrugged and stumbled downstairs.

“Well, good morning, sunshine!” Heather Harson jabbed at her son as he staggered down the stairs. “Or maybe I should say, good afternoon?”

Bradley headed to the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice.

“I have no idea what happened. Did Clarissa swing by earlier?” he asked.

“Hmm…yes. Yes, she was here this morning.” Heather said, admiring her makeup in her phone’s camera.

Bradley put down his orange juice and glared at his mother. “Well, then why didn’t anyone wake me?”

“I tried!” Heather protested. “You just wouldn’t budge! It’s not my fault you came home dead drunk.”

Bradely groaned, dragging a hand over his face.

“Fun party, hmm?” Heather grinned ruefully.

“It was, until this morning. Think you could pour me a cup of black coffee?”

“Only if you take it with a large bottle of water and some electrolytes. Your body needs hydration, not caffeine.”

“Thanks, ma,” Bradley sulked.

“Of course, you wouldn’t be hungover if you showed some restraint when you’re out late. You need to take care of yourself and—”

“Settle down and raise a family, I know! That’s all you ever talk about. But I’m my own man, mom! I’ll settle down and have kids when and if I’m good and ready, if that’s okay with you!” Bradley circled his arms dramatically. Heather glowered at him from the kitchen counter.

“You’re your own man when you pay for your own rent and groceries and start doing your own laundry. So, if you don’t want to end up sleeping out in the street, you’ll mind your tone with me.”

Bradley sighed and bit into a burnt piece of toast.

“Fine. Sorry.”

The two let the silence hang for a moment, then Heather picked up her head.

“Anyway, I’m going out, y’know, to work. If you can take care of some of the chore list, I’d be much obliged.” Heather said, putting her dishes in the sink and gathering her things.

“Yeah, just watch how fast I go,” Bradley said.

Heather got herself dressed and turned back to Bradley before heading out the door.

“Have a fun time by yourself,” she said with a strange smile.

Bradley watched her go, feeling the pounding in his head and the queasiness in his stomach, pondering over his mother’s words.

What was that about?

Bradley puttered around the house, switching between a few of his favorite video games for an hour, or two before he began to feel restless. He felt twitchy in his fingers and full in his balls. He was horny and needed relief.

Double-checking the time, he raced over to his laptop and navigated to his favorite porn site.

What on earth did people do before the internet?

He pondered the question as he queued up his favorite raunchy video. A few seconds later and his hand was wrapped around his raging boner as he ogled a busty brunette giving a titjob to a faceless, hard cock. He smiled, wallowing in masturbatory pleasure, feeling a bursting orgasm inching closer and closer…

The brunette porn star was riding the cock reverse cowboy style now, giving the camera a view of her stunning ass bouncing up and down. Bradley watched the jiggling, round cheeks and felt his eyes getting heavier…

Twenty minutes later, he jerked his head up, his eyes popping open.

Did he just fall asleep in the middle of jacking off?

His porn file had already ended and his dick sat limp in his hand, his balls still churning with cum.

Bradley shrugged, guessing he was still exhausted from the party last night. He opened another file from his porn folder and jiggled his dick around until it was hard again. Two women were on the screen, groping and licking each other, the curvier of the two brandishing a two-sided dildo at her partner.  Bradley bit his lip and started stroking himself.

Up and down

Up and down

Up and down…

Bradley snorted, snapping his eyes open again.

What the hell!?

Another ten minutes had gone by with Bradley snoozing through his jerk off session. He was practically jumping up and down in frustration. He just wanted to get off! Why couldn’t he stay awake long enough to rub one out?

He went and fixed himself a cup of coffee and tried again.

Heather came back home around eight to find her grown son passed out on the couch, holding his flaccid dick in his hand without more than a drop of cum dribbling onto his stomach. Bradley wore an expression of pained denial on his sleeping face, his laptop resting on the coffee table, cycling through its screensaver.

The full-figured Mama tossed her purse and jacket on the kitchen table and walked over to her son with a huge smirk on her face.

“Oh dear, too sleepy to even jack off, huh, sweetums?” She asked her son, rhetorically. “It looks like you’re going to have a very frustrating week ahead of you. Poor baby…”

Heather dug through her purse and pulled out a black thumb drive. She opened her son’s laptop and frowned as the lock screen asked for his PIN. Heather thought for a minute and then sat down on the couch next to Bradley.

Checking that he was completely passed out, she twiddled her fingers around his cock, still out and exposed in the middle of the living room. Bradley stirred, his eyes struggling to open.

Heather reached her other hand around and pulled Bradley’s face into her soft cleavage.

“Shhh…you’re very sleepy, Bradley…so sleepy and worn out…tired and horny…just let yourself dream as I play with your cock…dreamy and sleepy…happy and horny…’

Bradley nuzzled into his mother’s tits. His cock strained in Heather’s skillful hands.

“You’re so hot…so eager to please me so I can keep making you feel so happy and sexy…you want to show me something on your computer…open it for me.”

Bradley moved like a sleepwalker, leaning forward to type in his pin and unlock his computer screen. Heather rewarded him with a few extra vigorous strokes to his cock.

“Good boy…” she gently took his hand and replaced it for hers around his erection. Bradley slowly tugged on his shaft, lost in his private fantasies, while Heather inserted the thumb drive and began to upload several gigabytes of files.

Finally, she opened a video file and images of full bouncy breasts, thick booties, and hard virile cocks filled the screen. The lewd pictures swirled around, drawing Bradley’s gaze as pulsing flashes dictated the rhythm of Bradley’s hands.

Words bombarded the young man’s eyes as he greedily soaked up every erotic image in front of him.

“You are a cum factory.”

“Full balls are best.”

“The hornier your are, the dumber you get.”

“No cumming. Save your sperm. No cumming.”

She leaned over Bradley and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead, her bust gently brushing his scalp as he gazed helplessly into the screen, his hand teasing and edging himself.

“It’s for your own good, dear.” She whispered before heading into the kitchen to make dinner.

The rest of the week was frustrating indeed for Bradley. Clarissa was still away, and all of his attempts to ejaculate without her proved fruitless. He had a burning need to watch porn every morning and night, but whenever he played the strange videos (the ones he couldn’t remember downloading), he’d fall straight to sleep with his dick throbbing and aching.

And after he drifted off, unsatisfied, to sleep, his head was filled with insane, raunchy dreams of a curvy woman who would straddle his waist and smother him in her full, plump breasts, grinding on his needy cock. She never let him cum, but she would whisper the sexiest things in his ear.

“You want to fuck.”

“You need a sweet pussy to fill with your seed.”

“You can’t cum unless it’s in your girlfriend’s pussy.”

“If you try to cum without your girlfriend, you will get too sleepy to cum.”

“Sleepy and horny…horny and sleepy…”

“You can’t resist your girlfriend’s pussy.”

Every morning, Bradley kept trying to figure out who the buxom woman in his dreams was, but instead of a face, his mind would just conjure up images of her miraculous bust bouncing in front of his eyes, and he’d lose his train of thought.

At last, Friday arrived, and Clarissa was back in town. Bradley raced home to shower and get dressed. He barged through the front door and found his mother reading on the sofa.

“You’re in an eager mood today,” she said with a half smile. “Everything ok?”

“Better than ok!” said Bradley. “Clarissa’s on her way over. We’re going out to a concert and then we’ll probably hit the beach. I don’t know why, but I’ve really been missing her!”

“Oh?” Heather said, getting up. “She’s on her way over now?”

“Soon. Maybe in a half hour.”

Heather nodded thoughtfully. Bradley ran up to his room. His cock was surging just thinking of his girlfriend’s smooth skin, her sturdy hips, her gorgeous face, and her slick, dripping pussy. He turned and stopped short, surprised to see his mother standing in the doorframe.

“What’s up, mom?”

“Bradley, I need to have a woman-to-girl talk with Clarissa when she gets here. Can you give us a few minutes alone when she arrives?” asked Heather. She was wearing a light denim jacket over her dress.

“What? No! I’ve been waiting all week to see her. What do you two have to talk about anyway? We’re not teenagers, you know!”

“Well, you sure act like it sometimes!” Heather retorted. “I just want to have a discussion about…well, about the future.”

“Mom, that’s a little out of bounds, even for you. Clarissa and I just want to have fun right now, that’s all, ok?”

Heather sighed and reached around her neck to take off her locket. She held the silver ornament just in front of her cleavage, peeking out from her dress. Bradley’s eyes were drawn to the flashing locket like a fish to a lure.

“It won’t take any time at all Bradley, and you’re in no hurry…you can wait…be patient…you’re in no hurry…”

Bradley frowned, confused about what his mother was up to. He wanted to object, but something about her locket in front of her large breasts made his thoughts quiet. He watched it swing back and forth and found his head nodding.

“You look very sleepy, honey…very, very sleepy…I think my little boy needs a nap…why don’t you take a nap, honey?”

Heather stalked closer to her son, her locket dominating his gaze. Bradley felt his mother’s hand rest on his stiffening prick through his jeans.

“Uh…mom?”

“Shhh…you’re too sleepy right now, baby…just relax…”

Heather let the locket rest in the valley of her cleavage and smoothly pulled her dress down, letting her tits tumble free.

“Sleep…”

Bradley’s eyes slammed shut, and Heather helped guide her son down onto the bed as he dropped into a deep slumber, his hard cock straining under his pants.

Bradley woke up about forty minutes later, confused why he decided to take a nap right as Clarissa was coming over. He felt as needy and pent up as ever and was desperate to see his girlfriend. How did he manage to pass out right as she was on her way over.

With a start, Bradley realized that Clarissa must have arrived by now, and he bolted down the stairs.

As he stepped around the corner, he heard voices coming from the kitchen. His mom and Clarissa were talking, but something about their conversation seemed off. Their voices were soft and gentle, like his mother was telling her a precious secret. He froze and strained his ears, trying to listen.

“Yes…I understand…” Clarissa’s voice came faintly from around the hallway. “…yes….pretty necklace…won’t tell….fertility drugs…yes…his big prick…can’t stop myself…”

Bradley had to clean out his ears. Surely, he wasn’t hearing something right. He held his breath trying to listen closer. His mother was speaking now, but for some reason, her voice was so soft and gentle that the words went straight through Bradley’s head before he could figure out what they meant. Her voice made him feel spacey and he was having a hard time concentrating.

At last, he heard chairs scoot out from the table, and he jumped silently to his feet, running back to his room. He fumbled for something to do as he heard plodding footsteps coming up the stairs. Clarissa walked through the open doorway to find Bradley on his bed, reading a manga novel, the cover clearly upside down.

“Oh, hey, Beautiful!” he said. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

Clarissa floated in with an airy expression on her face, her long curtain of brown hair flowing behind her.

“Hey, Bradley…” she said with a sleepy-eyed smile. Bradley got up and wrapped his girlfriend in his arms, his hands slipping into her back pockets and giving her bum a playful squeeze.

“How was your week? Did you miss me?” He asked, pulling away from her.

“Mmm…yes…” Clarissa murmured. Her eyes drifted to Bradley’s crotch, his package barely visible in the front of his jeans. “I really missed you.”

“Uhm…you okay?” asked Bradley as he watched his girlfriend stumble forward with a dazed smile.

“Hmm?...oh, yeah! I’m great!” Clarissa said, her eyes jumping back up to Bradley’s face.

“So, you ready to get going? We’ll pick up some food on the way to the concert?”

“Oh. Yeah!” Clarissa shook her head, like she was just remembering something important. She took a step forward and slid her hands over Bradley’s chest. “But first, I just wanna cuddle with my Braddy. I haven’t seen you all week, baby.”

Clarissa’s nails danced over Bradley’s pecs through his shirt, the sensations buzzing through his whole body. He slid his arms around Clarissa’s waist and pulled her close, letting their lips float together. Bradley had been so pent up all week, he didn’t see the harm in making out and copping a quick feel off his girlfriend before they left. Clarissa attacked him with a passion, grinding her hips against him and swirling her tongue through his mouth. Bradley could feel himself getting hard.

“We should get going…we can finish after the show…no rush…” Bradley said between kisses. He found that his hands were having a hard time escaping from under her shirt.

“No, baby, I want it now,” Clarissa said, biting his earlobe. “C’mon, don’t you want to fuck your girl nice and hard…hmmm?” She arched her back, letting her perky tits brush against his chest.

“Oh, yeah, I do…” Bradley squeaked as Clarissa’s fingers slinked into his waistband. “But…my mom’s in the house…”

Clarissa’s hands came up and grasped his face like talons. She held his head still as she gazed just slightly up, her deep brown eyes staring fiercely into his.

“Bradley, you want to fuck me. You need to fuck me. You want me so bad, and I want you to fuck me.”

Clarissa lifted up her blouse, her perky tits bouncing free. Bradley’s eyes locked onto her nipples, calling out to him like sirens.

“Yes…I want to fuck you,” the words came out of his mouth before he could think about them.

Like a man possessed, Bradley ran to the bedroom door and peeked downstairs. His mom was binge-watching one of her TV series on the couch. They’d just have to be quiet. He closed the door and turned just in time to catch Clarissa as she threw herself at him, tearing off his clothes.

Bradley wrapped his lips around her pink nipples before pulling down her pants. Clarissa’s hands ripped open his fly and her fingers slid around his cock and swollen balls, like delicate silk tendrils. She walked backward, tugging him along by the prick, until she nearly fell over the bed. Bradley tumbled after her, his pants bunched up around his ankles.

“Give me a sec, babe,” Bradley said as he rummaged through the first drawer of his nightstand. He fished out a condom and tore open the wrapper. “Don’t want to take chances.”

“Mmm…can’t I feel you bare back?” Clarissa mewled, writhing on the bed.

“Sorry, babe. Can’t have you getting pregnant.”

The second the words left his lips a glorious image appeared in Bradley’s mind. He imagined his girlfriend’s belly swelling up with a little baby bump, her perky breasts growing full and milky. What would be so bad about getting Clarissa pregnant? He could fuck and cum in her without worry. Every day he’d be reminded about what a strong, virile man he was as he watched Clarissa swell fuller and fuller with his child.

The idea was oddly tempting.

He shook his head and rolled the sticky latex over his cock. No. He had to keep his head straight.

He glided into Clarissa’s wet pussy, his bucking hips making up for the muted sensation of the condom. She moaned and then bit her lip, trying to keep her voice down. Bradley rocked back and forth inside her and she raked her nails down his back, thrusting her hips up to meet him.

“Mmm…I want you on top,” Bradley whispered. The two rolled over, and Clarissa sat her meaty hips over Bradley’s cock as he grunted, feeling like he was sinking into a dream. He was usually on top, so why did having a sexy woman on top of him feel so familiar…and…so incredible?

The two sank into an easy, languorous rhythm, Clarissa leading their dance. She rode Bradely up and down like rolling ocean waves, each wonderful stroke down sinking him into a sea of pleasure only for him to rise again. Clarissa’s eyes were turning glassy and her lips drifted apart as the slow, burning arousal consumed her mind. Bradley let his eyes drift to Clarissa’s pointy nipples, their jiggling sway entrancing him.

They gazed into each other’s eyes, but saw nothing but blank stares, their minds utterly fixated on their urgent biological instincts. Part of Bradley wanted to get up and completely dominate his sexy girlfriend, but each thrust of Clarissa’s warm pussy melted a little more and more of his brain. He felt his will sink into his balls and an idiotic grin spread across his face.

He didn’t want to think. He just wanted to let Clarissa’s pussy control his hard cock and milk him slowly and steadily, his cum roiling in his balls.

The two drifted in mindless euphoria as time lost all meaning. Nothing existed for the young man and woman except pleasure, sex, need, more pleasure…

At last, Clarissa closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, riding the edge of a powerful orgasm. She paused with her slit just kissing the tip of Bradley’s penis, sheathed in the condom.

Clarissa wore the same mindless smile as Bradley. Bending forward, she reached down and grasped his cock, letting the tip fall from her pussy lips. With her other hand, she rolled the thin layer of latex off his shaft, tossing it to the floor.

“C-Clarissa?” Bradley whimpered, but before he could protest, the wet walls of her slick pussy squeezed around him. All words died in Bradley’s throat and he drifted along on a cloud of sexual ecstasy, his hard cock pulsing inside her unprotected pussy. The two gazed stupidly at each other, lost in a fog of mind-stopping pleasure. Clarissa chanted softly.

“Cum in me.”

“Cum in me, baby”

“Shoot your load inside me.”

“Give me a baby! Give me a baby! Give me a baby!”

Bradley saw stars as he erupted, pumping load after load of hot jizz straight into Clarissa’s womb. It felt like an earthquake coursing through his body, his penis spasming again and again. Clarissa shrieked in orgasm, feeling his seed inside her. As their rocking slowed down, Bradley could feel the entire week’s pent up energy swirling out of him.

So much more ready to come out.

He found Clarissa’s eyes staring back at him, the same thought broadcast on both their faces.

“More?” He asked.

“More!” She smiled eagerly.

Heather Harson peeked through the crack in the door of Bradley’s room, watching her son recklessly pound his girlfriend without thought or protection. She looked at Clarissa’s expression of mind-boggled pleasure and felt a twinge of jealousy. She missed the days when she had a young stud that could last hours of hard fucking. She had done the little minx a huge favor by training Bradley to be the most energetic, competent lover possible, and Clarissa would probably never know enough to even thank her.

That hardly mattered. Heather had other rewards coming to her.

She stopped teasing herself through her panties and took out her phone. She didn’t need to keep her voice down. Both her son and his girlfriend, soon to be his dopey knocked-up wife, were staring into space with mile-wide smiles each, completely dazed and stupefied by their endless love-making. The two lovers were so mindlessly engrossed with each other, she could probably walk in with her camera out and they wouldn’t think to object.

Hmm…maybe another time.

Heather dialed Olivia Schultz, Clarissa’s mother, and pressed the phone to her ear.

“Hi, Livey…Oh, just wanted you to know that our little plan worked…mm-hmm…they’re working on it right now, and they’re certainly enjoying themselves…yep, I’d say we can expect our first batch of grandkids by Christmas…and I know our darling kids will be much more serious about their futures now…Ok…great, talk to you later, Granny!”

Heather hung up, her hand absently fiddling with her silver locket as the other drifted back down to her crotch. She sighed, wearing a self-satisfied smile, and sauntered to her room, the noise of Bradley and Clarissa’s love-making echoing after her.    

Epilogue:

Two years had gone by and Clarissa was juggling her baby against her full breast, heavy with milk. She sank back in the chair. She was pregnant again and found herself eager to take the weight of her heavy abdomen off her feet. Her baby latched onto her nipple and Clarissa let her face go soft, drifting away in the indolent pleasure of having her breast sucked.

“Feeling comfy, beautiful mama?” Heather said, affectionately, as she came into the room.

Clarissa smiled worshipfully at her mother-in-law.

“I’m fine, but the little guy is hungry today. I’ve been taking all my vitamins, but I’m not sure how much I have left.”

“Oh, poor dear,” Heather said. She leaned over the top of Clarissa’s head and dangled her locket over her eyes. Clarissa’s gaze focused on the swinging silver ornament with a lazy smile. “You should take a little nap after this…Take a nice nap and have one of those sweet dreams. Maybe the one where your boobies turn into big round jugs of yummy cream, yes?”

“Yessss…” Clarissa droned, already drifting into a daze. “My titties are big, full jugs…”

Heather smiled and left the young mother to her nursing. She walked down the hall of their spacious new house. Since becoming a father, Bradley had been a real go-getter at work, steadily advancing his career to the point that he was able to make a down payment on the four-bedroom Victorian house across town. Now, Bradley, Clarissa, as well as Heather, and Olivia were one happy family, the two older women helping the young couple to raise their new babies.

Heather frowned. Where were Bradley and Olivia anyway?

Heather stalked down the hallway, coming to the couple’s master bedroom, the sound of squeaking bed springs telling her all she needed to know. With a resigned sigh, she opened the door.

Olivia Schultz straddled her naked son-in-law on his bed, her dress hiked up over her wide hips and her large tits bouncing in his face.

“Look at Livey’s big titties…cock so hard…brain so dumb…can’t say no to Livey’s titties…” Olivia said, rocking her hot pussy on Bradley’s cock. Bradley gazed mindlessly into Olivia’s jiggling chest with a vacant stare.

“Livey! We talked about this!” Heather chided her fellow grandma. “That’s Clarissa’s baby juice!’

Olivia shot her friend a defiant look and bounced harder on Bradley’s lap.

‘She won’t need it for another few months, and I have to keep my son-in-law in shape! Besides,” Olivia smiled as she shimmied her chest for Bradley, making the young man groan in ecstasy.

“With a handsome son-in-law like this, I think I could stand one last bun in the oven.”

Heather shook her head and left Livey to wrap up her fun.