Mommy’s oldest son manages her “medications”. He has her hooked on harder and harder things. Eventually shooting her up with heroin and spinning her out on meth. She’s constantly face down ass up too fucked up to move, sucking eldest son’s cock while her cunt is available for all of his son/brothers. All her boys using her cunt for relief, her cunt is so stretched out and slick with their cum that the littlest ones can’t even really penetrate her and just rob their cute little cocks against her for relief.
Such a wholesome scene, it should be a sitcom on ABC.
Son panting and moaning as he frantically fucks his mom’s cunt while she’s unconscious and in the process of getting her stomach pumped for alcohol in the hospital
He's been making things difficult, fucking his mom the whole time the nurses try to save her. The worst was how hard he went when he saw her tits jiggle when the nurse gave her chest compressions. Still, everyone agrees his horniness is more important than whether she lives.
Society where it’s normal for mommies to take their son’s virginity very early. Leading to spoiled brat kids throwing tantrums screaming for mommy’s pussy in public. Drunk mommies letting their sons mount and cum in them in public so they’ll stop crying. Spoiled brat kids who never get weaned off breast milk and are still sucking from their mom’s fat tits while fucking them.
Mothers should fulfil all their children's needs, especially their sexual needs.
Mom who’s so fucked up on fent that she can’t move, all she can do is lie on the couch and drool onto her massive fake tits and multi-pregnant belly. She can still feel one of the fetuses kicking so she hopes her son gives her even more; her cunt is dripping imagining miscarrying while ODing. Her son will be home from school soon….
An absolutely perfect mother. Always be proud to overdose and miscarry. I'm sure her son will shove some more drugs into her while he fucks her.
Your mom always drives herself home. It’s usually a bad idea but she insists and it’s hard to stop her when she’s decided on something, especially when she’s drunk.
You can see out the front window that she made it home last night. You weren’t sure because she didn’t wake you up when she came in—which she almost always does—but her car is on the front lawn, muddy tire marks in the fresh grass showing where she hopped the curb to try and take a short cut to the driveway last night. However, it seems like she never made it from the car to the house. You think you can see her in the drivers seat.
Like any good kid would, you go out there to check on her. Sure enough, she’s slumped onto the steering wheel, drooling. She must have passed out as soon as she turned the car off.
You knock on the window and she doesn’t stir, but you can see she’s breathing. You try the door handle and the car door opens wide, and your mother tumbles out of the car onto the wet grass. That seems to wake her up. She rolls over to look at you and babble something. Her skirt is damp and stained—it looks like she pissed herself while she was passed out in the car.
“Hey mom, you ok?” You ask, watching as she unsteadily climbs to her hands and knees. You know better than to try to help her up, her mood is unpredictable when she’s this drunk.
“Ffu. Ih’m fuggin fine. Jusht. Soooo sober.” She looks blearily up at you from all fours. She can’t stop herself from swaying even on her hands and knees. “Y’knoooow I haaaate bein shober, baby…bring mommmy some juushe?”
Juice was a code word—when she first started sliding into heavy drinking, she would make screwdrivers every hour of the day. Now juice meant vodka. Your mom, crawling drunk in the muddy front yard at eight in the morning after having driven herself home drunk, begging for more booze.
You go in the house to get it. You want to see how far this can go, to be honest. And it’ll actually be easier to get her inside if she’s fully passed out than in her current state. You grab a handle of vodka off the wire shelf in the garage—your mom keeps it well stocked. If nothing else, she knows herself.
By the time you get back outside, she’s violently puking into the grass. Her skirt has ridden up revealing her bare ass. Once she stops reaching, she’ll want to replace everything she just puked up. And you’ll help her.
(Idk if u're into intox/any of this lol, ignore if not!!) Ok so I have this fantasy of having an early teen son and he thinks he's suchhh hot shit cuz he has armpit hair now or whatever 🙄 and he's obviously WAY too cool to hang out with his lame mom anymore, so i, missing my sweet baby boy, devise a plan to become a Cool Mom and i start supplying him with weed cuz that's cool, right? i make the rule that he can only do it in the house tho so he stays safe (i just want to hang out with him hehe). whenever he gets high though, cuz he's at that age ig, he becomes soo horny and stupid! i find him in the living room, only in his boxers, stroking his dumb leaky cock and sticking his tongue out, drooling all over himself with his eyes glued to porn on the TV...or i walk into his room, it reeks of weed, cum and B.O. (ew (yum)) and he's humping into his pillow like a desperate bitch in heat, crying loud enough for the whole house to hear! obviously like any good mother, i have to do something about this so when i catch him jerking off again i go to talk to him, but my poor baby :( all the weed's made him so fcking dumbb he can't even speak. his pretty eyes are so red and glossed over and he has his shirt rolled up, he's so sweaty and panting and he's leaking all over his tummyy, how could i just stand there? so ofc i straddle him and ride his needy lil cock just like he deserves :( the whole time, he's so high he starts lowkey age regressing and he's crying what i haven't heard in years 🥹, "mommy mommy mommy plsplsplspls"; i see him sucking his thumb how he did when he was a little boy as he watches me bouncing on his cock, and ofc it triggers my maternal instincts and i take my top off so my baby can latch onto his mommy's nipple where he belongs. he's looking up at me as he suckles, so much love in his red eyes and as he fills me up with his cum i feel so accomplished because he's finally not a teenage dickhead anymore, he's back to being my sweet baby boy who loves his mommy (and her pussy) more than anything else in the world <3
yes anon im into this :3 got hard while reading! the way you write is also very funny to me 😭
ok first wish i want the average cup size to be in the H-J range but no one gets back pain from this. for my second emake it so people can cum from getting tiddyfucked. make cleavage actually more sensitive than pussy thatd be great. and sure gloval communism for the third thats fine
I think I'd go for average cup size in the N-O range, and it does cause some back pain, but women are all heavy drinkers, and that, often abusing over the counter OxyContin and Fentanyl, means they hardly ever feel any. Not sure on the second wish, but the third is still global, luxury communism.
Christine stared at her phone as an alert appeared. Her heart pounded. It was him again. She bit her lip, looking around to make sure she had a bit of privacy. A man right across from her had his phone up, possibly filming her. Just a train perv, nothing unusual....
She opened the message. It read: 'How do you like the new breasts? I think you could still stand to grow another five or six cup sizes, but this is quite an improvement, no?'
"Asshole," she whispered.
The message went on: 'So, about our little deal. You've already become quite the seasoned whore. You must be proud to have so many amateur porn videos of you circulating online now....'
Christine pressed her thighs together, getting hot just thinking about it. She was a porno slut now. An easy little whore. An OF and everything.... but it's not like she had much of a choice. She had to do whatever he wanted, or else......
'You know, it must feel good to do some honest work for a change. Since you're so used to cheating your way to the top. Just imagine if I showed them everything? You'd lose your scholarship, be disqualified for any future programs, shunned in your field. You'd have a $200k bill burning a hole in your pocket. Those debt collectors don't take kindly to pretty girls like you.... Why, you wouldn't even have time to scramble and try to earn that money whoring anyway. They'd come find you and stick you in some farm, chop off your arms and legs, and you'd spend the rest of your life being a limbless cocksleeve pushing out hundreds of babies for the state. So don't ever forget how powerless you are to say no, darling.'
Christine pressed her thighs together more, wanting so badly to masturbate in public, shamelessly.
'So, I had you grow a massive pair of udders, start whoring yourself, and starring in amateur porno shoots. Let's see, what else are we missing? Oh, no big-titted little whoring slut is complete unless she's a junkie.'
"Oh no...." Christine moaned, her pussy getting wet immediately.
'To your left are three Hispanic men and a heavyset black guy. Approach them, smiling your perfect hooker smile. They answer to the big guy. Get up in his lap, caress him down that big gut of his, and offer your new talents in exchange for some heroin.'
Christine's eyes lit up. "Heroin....?" she whispered.
The man across from her, filming, started chuckling. At this point, Christine continued reading, soon understanding.... 'You might've noticed the voyeur filming that perfect whore body of yours. Not a run-of-the-mill pervert. He's one of my associates, filming your encounter as proof. There's never reception down in those tunnels. So put on a good show for everyone on the train. Watch out the big guy has a couple STDs, but that shouldn't bother you. Make sure you service his buddies with your mouth and tits. Speaking of which, I'm excited to see you shoot up.... Do it right into those massive breasts of yours, I wanna see those things covered in track marks, darling. Don't fret, you're going to love being a desperate junkie slut. I promise.'
Christine looked up at the man, blushing. "The guy you work for is a serious asshole."
"Have fun shooting up into your big fat titties, Chrissy," he said, chuckling, filming her as she walked toward the group of men.
I don't think we have time to go to the date party tonight. My belly is as hard as a rock, and the contractions have been getting closer and closer. I know I'm not technically due for another week, but I think this baby wants out now. I guess I could try to hold it in, my water hasn't broken yet, so I must have some time left. I am already all dressed up for the party, and it is at my favorite bar.
"Wow, I've been so fucking lazy lately. I can't believe I still haven't gotten an abortion. My friend, Kara, even commented on my dancing video last night at the club and was like, 'Uhhh, you STILL haven't had an abortion? WTF?' So, ugh, OK. I've been in partying mode and it's true, men fuck you way harder when your belly's full of kids. Triplets, actually. So, I've been a bit greedy, holding back aborting because I've been getting my brains fucked out like every night the past few weeks. I know it's super irresponsible of me. Especially as someone who's so outspoken about making abortions super easy to access. Even when you're late-term like me, thankfully my insurance sent me a reminder and I'm like, OK, yeah it's probably time to get this done already.
So, after I post this, I'm headed out dressed just like this cuz it's such a nice day and I'm marching right up to the clinic to finally get my abortion over with. It's like DMV visits, I alwaaaays put them off. But mine come once or twice a year, depending on how lazy I am and let it get late term. I honestly prefer getting my abortions late anyway, the abortion specialist seems to have more fun with it. And it's more of a spectacle. Everything's about making content these days, right?
And when I abort late I always get so many gorgeous pregnant girls in my comments and DMs showing me their enormous bellies, asking me if it's too late to abort or if they should abort, since they weren't considering it until they saw my video. To which I always tell them to rush out and do it, and make sure to film it so others can watch. It's so fun watching them moan in ecstasy during their abortion.... It feels so incredible! Soooo I'm not being lazy at all guys, I'm just trying to spread awareness and be a good role model for hot pregnant girls everywhere!"
Isabella hated what her family was doing to her. They were all such porn-brained perverts, not like her. She was the normal one. All this stupid attention was because of them. Her parents started lacing her drinks with Damsel as soon as she turned 18. She was almost 20 now, and her breasts were becoming so large they were getting difficult to manage. She tried to reason with her parents, tell them she doesn't want to be some dumb, walking pair of udders. But they just laugh and tell her she has no choice. That they know what's best for her.
Nothing fits. All of her clothes are custom made for her at the mall, where she undergoes embarrassing measuring rituals where her oversized breasts are groped, smacked, measured, weighed, and mocked as the tailors determine how they'll go about trying to fit her breasts into a somewhat presentable outfit. Her parents openly tell her how sexy she is, and encourage her do fetishy things like wear her hair in pigtails, not wear underwear, and go barefoot everywhere. She listens, ever the loyal daughter, but complains all the while. This only turns her parents on more. They love seeing their brainy, bratty daughter forced to walk around in such a humiliating state. Practically begging men around her to harass, grope, and possibly even force themselves on her.
Isabella knows this better than anyone, having to constantly fend men off, who seem to like it when she gets mad. Following her, filming her, trying to get upskirts, shamelessly recording her all day as they stroke themselves and whisper into their phones all the depraved things they want to do to her. Isabella puts on a good show, huffing, so very angry, all the while bending over, shaking her tits, spouting porn terminology and swearing excessively, checking the framing on their recording to make sure nothing's cut off, or nodding downward so they don't forget to record her feet.
Whenever she comes home sweaty, smelling of cum, her custom clothes disheveled, her parents can only laugh, knowing they've forced her to become so irresistible. Knowing every cock that enters her or cums on her tits or face without permission as she goes about her day, is all because of them. Isabella gets so pissed, telling them exactly how many men violated her each day because of her 'stupid ugly tits'. Then she'll dramatically huff in her mad little way and demand her parents give her a bath and clean her up. Or have her mother eat her out just the way she likes.... or if it was a really brutal day she'll curl up on the couch sucking away on daddy's cock for comfort as they watch a movie, her hips across her mom's lap as she gently massages Isabella's pussy, thighs, and feet, soothing her overworked daughter, who goes out every day to ensure she has plenty to complain about to mommy and daddy when she gets home. After all, she's the normal one....
All women. Need to be liquored up constantly. Hard liqoured. Eyes glazed, speech slurred, unable to even think about walking a straight line, never an empty glass in hand. Basic questions are near impossible to answer, just a constT word salad of what she thinks she wants you to hear..
"Latest batch is coming along nicely.... I must be carrying a dozen. It hurts soooo bad but it's worth it. The festival is in a month and I'm going to be looking so cute, my friends are gonna have to wheel me around. JK, I'll try to walk.... you know, when I was younger I used to be excited about the bands playing these kinds of festivals, but now that my doctor keeps me on such high doses of fertility drugs, what I look forward to the most is going there, setting up my towel, taking off my clothes, spreading my legs, and letting thousands of men fuck me. The more the better.
I look forward to it all year. Sure, I go out and party, get drunk, fuck plenty of guys in alleyways and restrooms, but something about sitting at a big festival, my belly on display, getting handed a never-ending supply of drugs to keep me high as hell, sampling them like a buffet, so fucked up I can't stand or remember what day it is. My brain is just endlessly fried, hemorrhaging dopamine as I get fucked for days, sucking a cock in each hand, in pure bliss. Shame it can't be like that all year around, but then it wouldn't be as special.... hope to see you all there, don't say hi, just mount my massive belly and fuck my brains out. OK?"
