“Photos of Mama”
913 words 𖤐 Sister Imperator x Copia
Hello, copiasister enjoyers. This thought bit me. Copia loves looking at Imperator’s old pictures! Maybe more than he should!
Mommy Kink ♱ Nude Photography ♱ Aftermath Of Rough Sex (In Photos) ♱ Pregnancy ♱ Pregnancy Kink (5D Chess Edition) ♱ Implied Grooming Since Birth ♱ Or Quite Possibly Since Conception ♱ PIV ♱ Cockwarming (If Copia Could Last More Than Five Seconds) ♱ Copia, Please Stop, Look, And Listen
Copia stumbled up to his office, groggy, not at all looking forward to yet another day of the never-ending paperwork. He pushed open the door and sat heavily in his chair, sighing. He reached for a pen and noticed a new book on his desk: A green leather binder, almost so full that it wouldn't stay closed. There was a note taped to the cover, in familiar, elegant script:
"Happy Valentine's Day to my darling little boy. Mama loves you!"
Nervously, he opened the book and began looking through it. His eyes widened when he realized what it was: An album, containing years- nay, decades, of photos of Sister Imperator. Many at the front were Polaroids featuring both her and Nihil, and seeing them together sent a pang of jealousy through Copia. Nihil had known her so much longer than he had, and even been her favorite for a time… but not now. Imperator always made sure her baby boy knew she loved him most.
He kept going, feeling himself harden more with every page he turned. Some photos, he noticed, were labeled:
"Backstage, Chicago 1969" was particularly interesting to him. He stared for longer than he cared to admit at his poor mother, bent over a storage box, cum leaking out of both ruined holes. Her thighs were stained, too, and he could just make out a bloody bite mark on her shoulder… So that's where she got that scar.
He turned the page again, heart leaping when he saw a few more angles of the photo that had so captivated him. The photographer must've been particularly fond of her face and chest, as there were numerous photos from a variety of distances. He whimpered at the tightness of his pants as he pulled one out of the album to look closer.
Imperator's face and chest was covered in cum, mascara leaving tracks on her teary face. Her eyes were dazed and blissful, and the closer he looked, the more bruises he found. On her puffy lips, their makeup smeared off long ago, and her breasts, too, were covered in angry purple splotches.
Copia was equally fascinated and disgusted, wondering how, why, anyone would be so rough with Imperator… He couldn't fathom using anything short of the utmost tenderness when touching her.
He became distracted by another scribble, this time in Nihil's childish handwriting:
"Trying for a baby."
And below it, added many years later by Imperator:
"Conception of the twins."
The next pages of photos were all of Imperator's pregnancy. Most of them showed her lounging in bed, nude, bulging belly and swollen breasts on full display. Sometimes her hands were on her stomach, holding it… holding him. His heart fluttered and dick throbbed as he gazed at her, at them. He was more desperate than ever to be inside Imperator now, wishing for a moment to crawl back into her womb…
No, he decided. This arrangement was better, as he didn't have to share. Now, despite being a twin, mama was all his.
Nestled between her nudes were a handful of photos of when she'd given birth. These, again, were labeled.
"Baby one- Hurt like hell."
"Waiting on its brother." And, just below, she added: "He wanted some alone time with mama… He'll be my baby forever."
"Crowning! Baby Copia almost here."
The last photo was of Imperator holding him to her chest, beaming as he suckled, his twin napping in a bassinet nearby.
"Welcome, Copia! Mama loves you!"
The rest of the photos were more of his mother either before or after sex, but the birth photos stayed with him.
"Mama loves you."
And getting to be the one who spent time alone in mama… he couldn't deny, it was thrilling. It was right.
Inside of mama was right where he belonged.
There came a soft knock on his office door and he hurriedly slammed the book shut, grabbing a pen and trying to look busy.
"Baby?" Imperator cooed, pushing into his office.
"Mama!" Copia quickly stood to hug her, freezing when he glanced down and noticed the wet spot on his suit trousers.
"Looks like someone's been enjoying their gift…"
"Ah… uh, yes…" Copia blushed a deep red, staring down at the floor.
"Sit, show mama what seeing her does to you…"
Copia sat back behind his desk and timidly undid his pants, whimpering as Imperator gently ran her thumb over his cock.
"What was your favorite photo?" She asked, gazing softly into his eyes.
"Us… when you were pregnant…"
"I love those, too."
"Ma…"
"What, sweet boy?"
"Want… want to be inside you…"
"Of course, sweetheart." Imperator made a show of removing her skirt and panties, tops of her stockings digging into her thighs, garter belt snug aroung her plush waist. Copia timidly pressed on her soft, wrinkled stomach as she sank down onto his cock, chuckling softly at his desperate whimper.
"There. Safe and sound in mama."
She sat quietly in his lap, rubbing her hands gently over his chest, feeling his cock twitch and jump at her tiniest movements. Soon, despite how hard she'd tried to be still, he came with a soft whimper, squeezing her hips.
"I'm… I'm sorry…"
"Shh, baby. I know you can't help it, it just feels so good to be in mama, doesn't it?"
"It does…"
"We'll have to do it again later, then, won't we?"
Copia rested his cheek against his mother's chest, nodding.
"Mama loves you, sweet boy."
