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Author: Homer Vargas
Title: Nick and Mommy
Part: 
Universe:
Summary: This is a "concept" story.  It's obvious that
a successful internet hypno-domme would want to rear
her daughters to be dommes themselves.  But what would
she do with a son?
Keywords: MC, Fdom, humor, inc, preg
Redistribution: No restriction except that the story
may not be changed/edited and the title, author's name
and email, and request for feedback must remain
intact.
First Posted 01/27/04
Last Edited 01/27/04

Nick and Mommy
Homer Vargas
Vargas111@yahoo.com

Thanks to "Rick" for the conversation that inspired
this fable and to "CW" for editing it.
Feedback craved.

******************

Nick was a big boy, a dark haired, good-looking boy,
if a little thin.  He was tall with nice muscles that
girls and a not a few women liked to glance at.  But
Nick was not a high school "stud."  Nick lacked the
self confidence, the aggressiveness, that hint of a
sexual predator that could make a nubile cheerleader
drop her pants or a married teacher flash him her bare
pussy in an effort to get his hard teen cock into her.
 Nick was just too nice to awaken that kind of female
lust.

No, Nick at almost 18 and a senior, was still a
virgin.  While his classmates had been screwing girls
and some of their more adventurous teachers since
Junior high, Nick did not even know that such things
were done.  Everyone else in school, for example, knew
that the English teacher, Miss Prentice had to resign,
not because of her father's heart attack, but rather
because of the REASON for the heart attack: finding
out that his 25 year old daughter with an MA in Modern
Literature let herself get knocked up with the bastard
of the seventeen-year old black linebacker for the
Millwood High football team.

Nick was not so much dumb as just naīve.  His teachers
often said that Nick was distracted or dreamy.  He had
reason to be.  In many ways Nick was a normal teenage
boy with the normal conflicts between wanting to
remain a protected child and the desire to be more
independent.  He could even be gloomy and sullen with
his Dad, but never with his Mom.  Mom, "Mommy" as she
still liked him to call her, was his light.  Her frown
could make him cry; her smile could fill him with joy.
 And Nick loved doing things to make Mommy smile.

And Nick knew that, although Mommy let his little
sisters boss him around, he was still special to her. 
Mommy showed him -- often.  Every time Mommy was
pregnant with his next little sister - six so far --
Mommy let Nick crawl up into bed with her, snuggle up
against her round pregnant belly and suckle from her
large, soft, milk-filled titties.

Little Nick had loved nursing from Mommy's breasts and
was always rewarded with little spurts of sweet, rich
milk.  Mommy seemed to like it, too, because when he
got going, she would moan for him to suck her, to
"Suck me good, Baby; suck Mommy's titties."  As he
did, she put her hand between her legs before
screaming in pleasure and clasping Nick's head hard to
her breast.  Then when Mommy's excitement had passed,
she would draw him to her breast again and let him
nurse again while she talked to him softly.  Nursing
at Mommy's wonderful breasts, drinking her milk and
listening to her soft words always put Nick to sleep
as if drugged.  He  never remember what she said, but
when he woke up, he knew that he loved his Mommy more
than ever and that he must always be a good boy and
obey her and try to make her happy.  Since Mommy was
pregnant or nursing or both during most of his
childhood, Nick had plenty of opportunities for Mommy
to "help him be a good boy" by bringing him to her bed
and letting him fall asleep nursing from her.

That had been until he was about 12.  Since then,
Mommy had not had another baby, but she had found
another way, an even more wonderful way, to show Nick
how much she loved him.  He still remembered the first
time.  She had led him to her bed and let him start
sucking her tits as usual.  As he became drowsier and
drowsier, she had told him that soon she would not be
making any more milk for him, as it was almost time to
wean little Jennifer.  Nick was sad but continued to
listen.  Mommy said she still loved him and that she
would keep "helping you be a good boy."  As he sucked,
he felt Mommy's hand go between his legs and take hold
of his "thingy."  Mommy told him to relax and let her
make him feel good as she gently squeezed and stroked
his "thingy."  Soon he felt warm and then an intense
pleasure flowed over him and he realized his "thingy"
had spurted out lots of white stuff that made a mess
in Mommy's hand.  Nick was afraid Mommy would be mad,
but she smiled at him and told him she was glad that
he was now a big good boy.  Then she began to stroke
him again and told him that he was very sleepy. 
Although he tried to stay awake to enjoy what Mommy
was doing to his "thingy," Mommy kept speaking softly
and stroking him until the pleasure cam again and he
knew nothing more.

Nick didn't say so, but he liked this way for Mommy to
"help him be a good boy" even better than suckling her
milk.  And sometimes, when she said Nick had been a
really good boy, Mommy, instead of taking his "thingy"
in her hand, would take it in her mouth.  That was
even better; it felt wonderful and didn't make a mess,
as Mommy swallowed all the white stuff than came out.

Recently, though things had changed.  Mommy still came
every night to make him sleep with her hand or her
mouth, but she had started to bring him a large glass
of warm, sweet milk for him to drink first.  He
wondered if it was supposed to remind him of the milk
he used to drink from Mommy's big titties, but it
tasted a little funny, too.  And other things were
getting weird.  Nick's body began to change -- again. 
His shoulders became broader and stronger.  His abs
flattened and hardened.  His butt grew firm and tight
and his voice dropped from tenor to baritone.  Girls
at school, even his oldest little sister Samantha,
looked at him strangely and giggled behind his back.

All that was embarrassing enough, but even worse was a
new tension, an antsy-ness.  Nick used to feel that
way only at night before Mommy came to put him to
sleep.  Now that was not enough.  Notwithstanding her
warnings not to "play with himself," he just HAD to. 
He was amazed at how much his "thingy" had grown, how
hard it got when he stroked it, and how much white
stuff shot all over the shower that first time he
experimented.  Once he had discovered that his hand
with some soap or lotion felt almost a good as Mommy's
hand (thought never as good as Mommy mouth), Nick
could not stop.  Now he realized why his pretty Mommy
looked so satisfied and Daddy looked so dazed in the
morning and the sight sent him racing to the shower
for relief.  Seeing his teachers in their short tight
skirts got him so worked up he had to go the restroom
several times a day to fill wads of toilet paper.

Overcome with shame at what he was doing, one night
when Mommy came to his bed, Nick confessed everything.
 Rather than being mad, Mommy just kissed him and said
she knew what he was doing.  "That means its working,"
she smiled.  Nick asked and Mommy explained that she
was giving him some "special vitamins and things" to
help him grow up faster because soon it would be time
for him to leave home.  Nick was sad and said he knew;
he'd be going away to college next year.

Mommy looked at him gently and said, no, she did not
think he should go to college.  At college there were
too many bad women who could take advantage of a nice
boy like Nick who had no Mommy or sweetheart to
protect him.  Nick wanted to protest, but Mommy was
fondling his "thingy" so nicely that all he could do
was close his eyes and listen.  As she talked and
rubbed his "thingy," it began to make more sense. 
Mommy said he did not really need to go to college to
learn how to make some lucky girl a good husband one
day.  He could keep her happy by cooking, washing,
cleaning her house and, Mommy grinned, "making and
taking care of lots of grandbabies."

Nick was confused and pointed out that Daddy had gone
to college and even used to have a business.  Mommy
said, yes, but that was before she had found Daddy and
helped him see his place was in the home taking care
of Nick and all his little sisters, while she took
over Daddy's firm.  "Being a good daddy is all he
wants to do," she said adding with a grim, "that and
make me happy."

Then Mommy said something even more surprising: that
before Nick left home, there was one more thing he
needed to learn about how to make a woman happy.  "You
know how much Mommy likes it when you suck her
titties?"  Nick nodded, happily.  "Well, Mommy's going
to show you how to suck something women enjoy even
more."

Nick was still confused, but Mommy just opened her
nightgown and drew Nick to her breasts.  Nick complied
by starting to lick and suck Mommy's titties the way
he knew she liked.  As always, Mommy started to
whimper with pleasure, as his tongue played with her
hardening nipples, but after a few minutes, instead of
running her own hand between her legs, she began to
push Nick's head downward.  "That's it Baby.  Kiss me
there!  Keep kissing Mommy's tummy," she gasped as
Nick's soft, flicking tongue found her navel.  Mommy's
soft tummy did not get hard like Mommy's titties did
when Nick kissed them, but Mommy kept moaning and
pushing his head down, so she must like what he was
doing.  Nick was happy.

But something must be wrong.  Although Mommy was
letting out little chirps of happiness, Nick was
getting close to the black furry place between Mommy's
legs.  Its aroma was ... like Mommy's fingers when she
pulled them out from down there when he sucked her
titties.  Surely Mommy did not want him to kiss her
THERE!  "Oh, yes, Baby.  You kiss Mommy so good! 
Mommy wants your tongue there, in her pussy!"  Nick
didn't have much time to think how funny it was that
Mommy called the furry patch between her legs her
"pussy."  She wanted his mouth there and Nick was a
good, obedient boy.

The hair tickled Nick's nose, but he wanted to do
whatever Mommy said to make her happy; so he began to
probe the underbrush with his tongue.  As soon as he
touched something warm and wet, Mommy squealed and
thrashed with pleasure and Nick's mouth was full of
salty wetness.  Nick could tell he had just made Mommy
very happy and he continued licking and sucking in
earnest.

When Mommy's breathing had returned to normal she told
Nick he was a good boy, a very good boy and that he
was eating Mommy's pussy very well.  Then she started
talking to Nick in her "special way."  Nick recognized
it as the voice she used when she wanted him to do
something special for her, a voice he always obeyed. 
"That's it, Nicky.  Keep eating Mommy's pussy like a
good boy.  Let my pleasure guide you, sweetheart.  You
love to lick and eat pussy.  You love the smell of a
warm wet pussy.  You love to pleasure pussies with
your mouth.  Pussy juice is yummy and you like to suck
and lick it.  This is what you love to do, worship and
serve a woman's pus ....  Agggg!"

Mommy's instructions were interrupted by another spasm
of happiness and another mouthful of her yummy woman
juice.  Nick loved making Mommy happy this way, loved
"eating" her "pussy" as she called it.  Mommy began to
convulse with pleasure again and Nick continued to use
his mouth and tongue to make Mommy happy again.  She
had not told him to stop.

Mommy dimly realized her dilemma.  Nick's precocious
mouth was bringing her to one crashing orgasm after
another and her gasps and moans only encouraged him to
continue.  He was tongue-fucking her out of her mind
and all she could do was blubber incoherently, "Yes! 
God!  Nooo!  Arrrrggg!"

To better understand what is going on in Mommy's
increasingly sex-addled mind, we have to look inside. 
There we might metaphorically see two women who both
look like Mommy.  One is dressed normally -- for a
sexy forty-plus business woman: power suit cut high on
her thigh, transparent stockings with four-inch heels,
short jacket with a deep "v" to show off her
spectacular cleavage.  The other woman, wearing only a
bustier, red panties, dark fishnet stockings held up
by garters and red strap-on high heel sandals, was
smirking.

"My God!  What he's doing to my pussy.  Its so ...
Aggg!  Another one.  Shit!  I can't think," said the
first woman.

"Great, isn't he?'  Imp-Mommy said as her distraught
companion shook with the climax.  "Who wants to think,
when we've got a hunky boy with his tongue in your
twat, you biddy?

"But I'm so turned on.  I ... I want...

"To fuck him?"

"God, yes!  But I can't.  He's my son ... It's ... so
..." Ego-Mommy groped for a word.

"If you are waiting for HER to tell you that it's
'wrong,' don't hold your breath," Imp-Mommy smirked.

"Her?"

"Yeah.  Our Conscience.  Over there."  Ego-Mommy
looked over to see another replica of herself in a
long white dress with high collar, a picture of
innocence, as she lay unconscious with a silly little
grin on her face.  "She passed out after the first
orgasm, the hypocritical little slut."

"What can I do?" wailed Ego Mommy.

"Do what you WANT to do, Sweetie!  Having this
gorgeous boy eat your pussy makes you as horny as a
herd of reindeer.  You want a big, thick, all-male
cock plugged into that hungry pussy of yours."

Ego Mommy shuddered.

"Do it!"  Imp hissed as she sidled up to Ego Mommy and
ran a finger into her cunt.  "God, you're wet!  I'm
surprised the poor boy doesn't drown in there.  Don't
you WANT your son's big hard prick in you?  Don't you
NEED to fuck your big-dicked little boy?"  Imp's
fingers coincided with an especially nice lick from
Nick and an umpteenth orgasm crashed over the helpless
woman.

"Yes, Yes, Nick baby!  Mommy wants you; Mommy needs
her baby boy!"

Nick supposed Mommy wanted him in her mouth and
dutifully withdrew from her steaming cunt.  He was
totally unprepared for the fury of Mommy's assault as
she pushed him back on the bed and ripped off his
pajamas.  "Oh, baby!  You're so big!  I've got to have
it!" she exclaimed as she squeezed her son's prick
into full erection.

"THAT's why you want it so bad," explained Imp.

"Uh, Uhh, Uhhhh," Mommy grunted as she cautiously
lowered her cunt over her boys large, up-thrust cock.

"Chicken!" taunted Imp, and goosed her distracted
companion.

"Arrrrghh!" yelped Mommy as her full weight suddenly
fell on Nick, driving his cock into her depths.  With
eyes closed, Mommy luxuriated in the overstuffed
fullness of Nick's oh-so-satisfying cock up in her.

"No rest for the wicked," hissed Imp.  "Fuck him, you
horny bitch!"

Mommy's eyes were closed, savoring the delicious
friction of Nick's cock in and out of her pussy as she
rode him faster and faster.

"That's the way; long and hard, fuck the shit out of
him!" Imp encouraged.  "That's what you've been
needing, you skanky slut, your teenage son's prick in
your horny twat, fucking your brains out, making you
come, filling your womb with his potent young jizz!"

"His what?"  Ego Mommy was jarred from her
pre-orgasmic bliss.  Her eyes flew open.  "His semen! 
Oh my God!  I'm not on birth control!  And ... and
this is the middle of my period.  Oh, shit!  I could
get ..."

"Of course you can," gloated Imp.  "My job is get you
pregnant.  You are far too sexy to stop making babies
so young."

"But my figure!  My career!" Ego Mommy whined.

"Horse feathers!" scoffed Imp.  "What can be sexier
than a middle age woman with a nice "oops!" belly
peaking from under a maternity dress?  And those idiot
men you hypnotize on the Internet will go ape to be
enslaved by a knocked-up Domme.  You're about to get a
baby in your belly and there's nothing you can do
about it," the tarty Imp Mommy gloated.

"No!  Noo!  I'll make him stop!"

"I'd like to see you try," taunted Imp, noting that
Mommy had continued to fuck Nick without respite.

"Nick, Baby!  No!  Honey!  We've got to stop!"

This unexpected outburst was puzzling to the boy, who
after all was doing nothing but lying on his back
enjoying the way his sexy Mommy rode his prick like
there was no tomorrow."

"Stop, Mommy?"

"Yes, stop!" Mommy declared without, however,
diminishing in the least her frenetic bouncing up and
down on Nick's cock.

"You don't like it Mommy?"  Nick was concerned that he
was doing enough to make Mommy happy.

"OH, yes, Baby, I love it!"

"So why do you want to stop?"

"But I DON'T want to stop, baby.  Any Mommy would kill
for a boy cock like yours to fuck!  But you can't come
in me!"

"What's, 'come,' Mommy?" Nick asked anxiously, not
wanting to do anything that Mommy didn't want.

"'Come' is when you shoot your white stuff into Mommy.
 The stuff that can give Mommy a baby!" she whined.

"You don't want a baby, Mommy?  You don't want to fuck
me?"

"Yes I want to fuck you, but I ...I ..."

"Stop pretending, you hypocritical slut!" whispered
Imp.  "You KNOW you want his boy come in your hot
little box.  You KNOW you want him to knock you up. 
You KNOW you want to waddle around with a big belly
with everyone seeing you're pregnant with your own
son's incestuous baby!"

"But she can't!  It's wrong.  It would be incest. 
It's against all the laws of God and nature!" 
Conscience had revived.

"Stay out of this, you prude!" snapped Imp Mommy. 
"I'm getting her pregnant and there is nothing you are
going to do to interfere!  You made her stop just
minutes before I had her pregnant with that black
stud's bastard last month.  You won't foil me again,
bitch!  THIS should shut you up!"  Mommy's hand went
to her clit just as Nick thrust back at his manic
Mommy's lunge.  Another orgasm crashed over Mommy and
Conscience wavered and fell back in a heap.

"Now, tell him what you want, slut," Imp goaded.

"Oh, Yes, Nick, Baby!  I want to fuck you.  I want you
to come in me.  Fill me with your boy spunk and make
me pregnant, Baby!  Fuck me ... Fuck me ...  Fuck me a
babeeeeeeee!"

As if to remove any doubt about her sincerity, Mommy's
cunt muscles clamped down on Nick's cock and he
exploded into her.  Gallons of Nick' hot scum shot
into his Mommy's fertile pussy.  Transported to
another realm of post orgasmic bliss, Mommy collapsed
onto Nick's chest.  He had make Mommy happy, Nick
thought, as he drifted off to sleep.

*****

After that first night with Mommy, Nick's training in
how to please women preceded apace, if in a somewhat
different tack than Mommy first planned.  It was so
intense, requiring Mommy's full attention all night
every night, that for the first time since they
married, Daddy had to be put to sleep with a quick
hand job instead of with his spent prick dozing
happily in his wife's warm pussy.  But at least he had
some wonderful wet dreams and still got to eat Mommy
juicy pussy every morning, not knowing what the
strange new taste was.

Because of Nick's instinctive cunni-linguistic
talents, Mommy had little to teach him about rug
munching except to curb his enthusiasm to move in on
the clit too quickly.  Once Nick learned that teasing
Mommy's pussy lips with long languid licks combined
with furtive tongue-flicks on the clit made the
periodic climax that much more shattering, he could
keep Mommy in ecstasy for hours.

Nick did, however, learn many other things from Mommy.
 She taught him that "fucking" did not mean just
having Mommy riding fast and furiously and down on top
of him, although that remained his favorite.  Indeed,
Mommy showed Nick many ways to make her happy,
especially one she called "doggie style," in which
Mommy put her head down on a pillow, her ass up in the
air so Nick could play with her tits while he pounded
her pussy from behind.  After a few weeks, Mommy
brought out a dog-eared book with lots of new
positions to try, many of which she said Daddy had
never been able to master.

Oddly, or perhaps not, Mommy never said anything to
Nick about using a condom (not that Nick knew what
they were, anyway).  Was that just forgetfulness on
Mommy's part, abetted by Imp Mommy, perhaps?  Or had
Mommy gotten turned on by the thought of letting
"little Nicky" make her pregnant with his incestuous
baby.  Or perhaps Mommy just wanted Nicky to grow up
as an old fashioned guy who understood that decisions
about when, if, how often, and how many babies were to
be made was a woman's prerogative.  Whatever the
explanation, in the next two weeks Nick put enough hot
thick boy spunk into Mommy's unprotected pussy to make
babies in every horny mother in the state.

Soon enough Mommy called the family together for the
inevitable announcement.  Everyone was happy that
Mommy was pregnant again, but Nick's sisters were less
so.  With the exception of little Jennifer, they had
all experienced having a baby sister and one more
among six girls was no big deal.

Daddy was happier than the girls.  Although he knew he
would have to do all the changing and burping and
diaper washing, he knew, too, how horny Mommy got
while she had a baby in her and he was looking forward
to many happy nights making his sexy wife come again
and again on his spewing cock AND without the damned
condoms' she'd been making him use the last few years.
 Although he would have preferred that this were HIS
baby making his sexy wife's tummy bulge, this would be
like a first grandchild for him.  He had no
complaints.

Mommy, of course was over the moon!  She was already
thinking about the indecently short, indecently
revealing maternity dresses she would wear to show the
world that she was still a young, fatally fertile,
perilously pregnable, 100% female who could still make
babies at the drop of a hat.  Her friends would turn
seven shades of green and some would make their
husbands give them new babies, too, she guessed.

But no one was happier than Nick.  Mommy, his
beautiful, sexy Mommy, had used him, his "thingy" and
his white stuff, to make a baby in her.  Soon her
tummy would develop that wonderful round bulge he had
always loved and her titties would swell even larger,
because HIS baby was growing inside her.  He was
already looking forward to going to the mall with his
pretty pregnant Mommy, his hand resting lightly on her
marvelous rump, as she strutted and showed off her
sexy curves to everyone.  He could already feel the
burning jealousy, the cold hatred for him in the eyes
of the men who would realized that he, Nick, had made
this gorgeous woman waddle like a duck.

Delightful as it was, Mommy's still invisible
pregnancy did not deflect her from her plans for Nick.
 Indeed, she needed to accelerate them.  She knew her
friend Carol Brown was looking for a boy for Amy, her
fourteen-year old.  Carol would flip when she saw the
new Nick.  She made a call.

*****
"I can't believe what I heard you talking to Carol
Brown about," her husband said.

"Yes, and she's interested.  Isn't it wonderful, Tom? 
Amy will be perfect for our Nick, don't you think?

"What do you mean, perfect?  This will ruin his life. 
What about his independence, letting him grow up
before tying him down?

"This isn't for life.  Amy's not going to marry him;
she's just a school girl," his wife explained.  "Carol
just wants Amy to have a boy for a few years until
she's old enough to take a man on her own.  When she
goes off to college, she'll pass him onto someone else
nice.  Besides, I'll bet Nick will like the way little
Amy will keep him 'tied down.'  If they get enough
sex, men don't miss their independence, do they
Sweetheart?" Barbara winked.

"But this means he won't be able to go to college!"

"Oh, darling, I can't believe how old fashioned you
are," Barbara laughed.  "Boys don't need to go to
college nowadays.  Women are quite capable of making
enough money to keep a man at home taking care of the
important things - like I do you.

"Yes but that's because you keep having ..."

"So many babies, you don't have time to leave the
house?" Barbara chuckled.  "But you're the one who
kept making me pregnant!"

"Well, you DID keep having accidents ..."

"For men, making babies is an accident, but for a
woman, there is nothing accidental about going without
protection and spending lots of time on my back making
sure you emptied your balls into my pussy on the right
"wrong" days.  And don't tell me you didn't like
seeing me pregnant, my big belly sticking out?  My
titties bloated with milk?  Constantly horny for your
cock in me?"

"Well, sure."

"And you remember every time, I told you when I was
fertile and that if we made love at that time I could
get pregnant again."

"But that was when you always wanted to do it the
most.  You ran around the house in skimpy clothes and
showed me your tits and got me so horny I couldn't
keep away from you."

"But of course, honey.  Knowing I was fertile and that
just a few good shots of your delicious fuck juice in
my pussy would make me swell up with another baby,
made me horny as hell.  I wanted you so bad; I just
had to fuck you!  But when I felt you starting to come
I always warned you to pull out if you didn't want to
knock me up with another baby, but you never did."

"How could I?  You were always on top of me and
fucking me so good, I couldn't!"

"So you see; I was only doing what you wanted.  I
planned every one of my pregnancies, except Nick.  It
took me just a little longer that first time to get
you to fuck me than I thought; that's why he was a
boy."

"But Nick IS a boy and I think ..."

"That's just your problem, Sweetheart," Barbara cooed.
 "You're thinking too much.  When a man starts
thinking, it's a sure sign his woman hasn't been
giving him enough sex.  Is my Snookums horny?  Does he
need a nice long roll in the hay?"

"Barbara, this is serious!  We need to talk."

"You don't want to talk right now, do you Sweetie?"
Barbara smiled, slinking toward him and opening her
blouse to expose her bra-less tits.

"Barbara!" Tom almost pleaded but without being able
to take his eyes off her bouncers.

"I think my Tommy needs to stop worrying and have a
nice long fuck," Barbara cooed, pressing herself
against him and pulling him into her arms.  "Ooooh! 
What's this I feel pressing into Barbie's honey pot? 
Is talking about making babies getting you horny,
Sweetheart?  You haven't had this big old thing in me
since last night.  <giggle>  I think you need your
sexy wife to take you to bed and let you drain all of
your come and frustration into my nice warm pussy,"
she continued, massaging his cock.  "So hard ... so
horny for me ... I'm going to put you to bed so you
can relax and let me make love to you.  You'll forget
about our Nick and everything else except putting your
big hard dick into my soft wet pussy.  Relax,
Sweetheart, just relax.  I'll take good care of you
..."  

"Bedtime," she whispered.

Helplessly aroused, Tom's eyes grew dull at the well
used trigger and he docilely let his wife take him by
the hand and lead him to their bedroom.

*****

So it was that on Saturday afternoon, Carol and Mommy
were sitting in Carol's living room making small talk
as the two teenagers eyed each other silently.  Nick
was intensely embarrassed.  How could Mommy give be
sending him to live in the house of this GIRL?  Amy
was pretty enough, but her hips had hardly begun to
flare and compared to Mommy's or even Mrs. Brown's,
Amy's lemon-tits were highly inadequate.  Nor did he
like the cool superior appraisal she was giving him. 
Her eyes kept returning to his crotch and she was
leering.

"Shall we cut to the chase, Barbara?"  You suggested
this meeting" Carol Brown said at last.

"Yes, I did, Carol.  I heard that you are interested
in a boy for Amy.  I thought I might help.  What
exactly are you looking for?"

"Oh, the usual," Carol replied.  "I'd like Amy to have
a buddy, an older brother/protector at school.  She
needs someone she can start learning how to boss
around, someone to carry her books, fetch things for
her, follow her around like a puppy dog.  It'll be
good for her self esteem.  With time he could help her
bathe and dress, lay out sexy outfits for her - you
know, the boy-in-waiting role."  Barbara was nodding
agreement.  "And, frankly, although my Dan is a dear,
I took him too late to train him to iron worth a damn.
 I'd expect Amy's boy to be a bit of au pair for us. 
Of course, she'd use him to practice sex with when she
didn't have anyone better."

"Well, I think she'll be very happy with Nick."

"Do you really think they are a match, Barbara" Carol
replied cattily.  "MY Amy has tested out of college
Calculus, Russian, and Biochemistry.  Let's face it;
Nick is not the brightest light on the Christmas
tree."

"Nick knows everything he needs to know, Carol,"
Barbara replied coolly.  "And besides, he has certain
... er ... compensating endowments."

Carol raised an eyebrow.  Any grinned.  Nick wanted to
crawl in a hole and die.

"'Compensating endowments?'" Carol asked with
undisguised interest.

"Definitely.  Nick sweetheart, would you go show Mrs.
Brown your 'thingy?'"

"Mommy?" whined Nick.

"Yes!" exclaimed Amy, clenching her fist in
enthusiasm.

"Come here, Nick, Honey," Carol addressed the boy,
holding out her hand.  "Let's see what you've got."

Nick just stared at the beautiful older woman.  He was
a little afraid of the smile on her face.

"Mrs. Brown just asked you to do something,
Sweetheart," Mommy said.  "You know you are always
supposed to follow a woman's orders.  Now be a good
boy."  Mommy was pushing him toward Amy's mother.

"I see what you mean, Barbara," Carol remarked, eying
the bulge in Nick's pants.  "And he's adorably shy,"
she added.

"Nick, Sweetie, would you drop your pants for me?"

Nick looked back at Mommy who was nodding to him. 
Reluctantly, he complied.

"The shorts, too, Nicky," Carol instructed.  "We want
to see what you have in there for us."  Any leaned
forward with interest.

Slowly Nick pealed down his under shorts.

"My God in Heaven!" exclaimed Carol.  "He's enormous!"

"I knew you'd like him," Barbara grinned.

"So long ... so thick ..." Carol muttered to no one in
particular.

"You haven't even seen it erect," Barbara smirked. 
"Go ahead, feel him up.  Get him hard.  You won't be
disappointed."

Carol did not seem to hear as she stared, transfixed
by the delectable slab of boy-meat dangling before
her.

"OK, you do it, Nicky.  Play with your 'thingy' and
make it nice and big for Mrs. Brown."

Almost paralyzed by shame, but unable to disobey his
Mommy, Nick began stroking and fondling his cock,
which quickly sprang to life, pointing itself
threateningly at Mrs. Brown.

Carol was silent as she stared in awe at Nick's cock. 
"It's ... it's ..."

"'Magnificent,' isn't it?" Barbara said, completing
the thought of her enthralled friend.

"Mom," protested Amy.  "It's ... like ... too BIG!  It
won't -- you know -- fit."

"Not fit?"  Carol seemed to snap out of her trance. 
"Like Hell it won't fit!  HOW it's gonna fit!" she
exclaimed, returning her gaze to Nick cock whose eye
regarded her.

"And he's very talented," Carol added with a wink.

"Tal ... talented?" Barbara asked, still staring at
Nick's rigid member.

"With his tongue," Barbara explained.  Hike your dress
and let him show you."

Almost robotically, Carol pulled her skirt up above
her waist.

"The panties, Carol," Barbara continued as if to a
dull schoolgirl.

Unable to remove her gaze from Nick's prick, Carol
hooked her thumbs and drew the panties down to her
ankles.

"Show Mrs. Brown how you can make a woman happy, Nick
darling" Mommy ordered.

Obediently, Nick dropped to his knees, pushed open
Mrs. Brown's thighs, and began to rub and massage her
inner thighs up and down her outer lips.  Barbara
watched Carol sigh and relax visibly.  From Carol's
expression, Barbara guessed that Nick was licking his
way down those same paths on her inner thighs, giving
her little mini nibbles along the way.  Even from her
chair Barbara noted the aroma of Carol's aroused
pussy; Nick would be in heaven from the smell.  As he
licked up and down the older woman's inner thighs,
Mommy saw him slide his two middle fingers into her
vagina, s l o w l y but firmly.  Carol wiggled
deliciously when Nick "munched" on her mons, chewing
it very softly.  Barbara pressed her thighs together
remembering Nick's mouth on her own fur patch.

Carol was in another universe of pleasure as Nick drew
his tongue from her pussy up to the clit area,
twirling his tongue while gently holding her outer
lips apart.  Carol began to moan and writhe but
Barbara was proud to see that Nick kept going, putting
his fingers near the clit's hood.  From first-pussy
experience, Barbara knew what was coming next.  A
helpless sigh told her Nick was licking her friend's
clit in small circles, gently sucking on it and
running his tongue around it as he sucked.  Then he
was sliding his middle finger back into her vagina,
instinctively aiming for the woman's G spot without
stopping the tongue movements on her clit that were
driving her crazy.

Just as the beautiful older woman was about to
explode, Nick backed off from her clit to return his
attention to her inner and outer lips, licking them,
nibbling very softly on each of them. Barbara could
hear the squishy sounds of the woman's flowing sex. 
Then a muffled squeal told Barbara that Nick was back
at Carol's clit, this time with downward movements,
sucking and burying his tongue as far as he could into
the pleasure pot of the delirious woman.  Twirling and
screwing her with it, at the same time Nick reached up
and tenderly played with her rock-hard nipples,
causing her to moan with mindless pleasure.

Taking each of her hands Nick intertwined his fingers
with hers and brought them to each of her trembling
tits, pleasuring her as he kept his mouth glued to her
clit area.  Consumed by pleasure Carol tried to hump
Nick's mouth, her orgasm moments away.  Making her
hold her own tits, Nick returned his fingers to her
soupy hole and frigged her rapidly, his mouth still
worshiping at her temple.

Barbara saw it happen.  Instinctively, Carol's legs
closed hard around Nick head, locking him tight to her
sex.  Her friend screamed like a banshee when her
orgasm hit and Nick gladly drank from her fountain,
riding out the come with her, not moving his mouth
from her, tonguing her quickly and again playing with
her tits.

"Ui! Ui! Ui!"  Little squeaks were coming out of 
Carol as Nick continued tonguing her.  "Ohmygod," she
gasped, "
He's ... He's  ..."

"Good, isn't he?" Barbara asked?

Oh,... oh shit!  I've been working on Dan for years
and he still doesn't eat pussy like this!  Uoooo!  I'm
gonna ... againnnnnn!"

Barbara waited several minutes for her friend's second
orgasm to subside.  "If his tongue is that good,
imagine how his cock would be," she suggested.

"His ... cock?"  Barbara clearly was not able to
process much with Nick's busy mouth working the horny
woman's pussy towards yet another climax.

"Of course, his cock!  Don't you want to feel it in
you?  Don't you want him to fuck you?"

"Fuck ... me ...?" Barbara muttered, still in a daze.

"You heard her, Nick," Mommy said.  "Mrs. Brown said
to fuck her."

Since Nick was, as has been pointed out many times, a
"good boy," he obediently withdrew his mouth from Mrs.
Brown's pussy.  "How would you like to be fucked, Mrs.
Brown?" Nick asked politely. "Seventeen?  Twenty Nine?
 Eleven?  Thirty Four?" he inquired, mentioning some
of Mommy's favorites.

"She doesn't know the book that well, Sweetie," Mommy
explained.  "Just give her a god hard seventeen."

Obediently, Nick lifted the incoherent woman's legs to
his shoulders and inserted his prick in her dripping
pussy.

"Mom!  You're letting him ..." exclaimed Amy.

"Uh   Aiuuui" Barbara gasped as Nick's prick drove
deep into the horny woman.

Barbara watched proudly as her son pounded away,
giving the older woman the fucking of her life. 
"That's it, Nick, fuck her!  Fuck her good, Baby!"

"OK, Mommy, but ... but when I shoot?" Nick gasped,
"Does Mrs. Brown want a baby?"

"Better ask her," Barbara smiled.

"A baby?" Carol cried the almost incoherent housewife.
 "Ohmygod!  No!  I'm fertile and he's not wearing a
condom!"

"Sorry, Carol.  The only kind of birth control Nick
knows about is abstinence.  Do you want him to stop
fucking you?"

"Stop?  Fucking me?  No, Fuck, no!  He's wonderful in
me.  He's making me co ....Aggggggg.  But he'll ....
Have to pull out ... before it's too ... too ...
late."

"You'll have to unlock your legs from his neck first,
Carol." Barbara pointed out, dryly.

"Oh Mrs. Brown, here it comes.  Do you want a
babyyyyyyy?" Nick roared.

"Baby?  Oh, hell!  Yes, Baby!  Come in me, you big
fucker.  Give me a baby; knock me up with your baby
juice.  Just fuck meeeeeeeieieie!"  The lusty mother's
and the horny teen's voices rose together in orgasmic
bliss.  "A baby ... a baby ..." the woman whimpered as
she slipped into unconsciousness.

"Keep your 'thingy' in Mrs. Brown so none of the white
stuff will leak out," Mommy instructed.  "Let's make
sure she gets what she wants."

"OK, Mommy."  Nick smiled as he felt Mrs. Brown's cunt
muscles squeezing all the baby-making sperm possible
from his half wilted thingy.  He had made Mommy's
friend happy, he thought as he held her later, his
prick still plugged deep in the contented woman.

*****

Naturally, Carol accepted Barbara's offer of Nick,
though not before being introduced to Twenty Three,
Forty One, and the infamous Sixty Six that very
afternoon.  So it wasn't until near evening that Mommy
talked to Nick in that special way that made him feel
warm and weak and sleepy.  Together Mommy and Carol
got drowsy boy into Carol's bed.  Carol played with
his cock until it was hard again and lowered her self
onto it with a satisfying squish.  As Mrs. Brown
slowly moved up and down on Nick's thingy, Mommy told
him that Mrs. Brown was going to be like a new Mommy
to him, that he would love her and obey her just as he
had Mommy.  And he would always want to make Mrs.
Brown happy by doing anything she told him to do.

Nick didn't want a new Mommy, but he did like what
Mrs. Brown's "pussy" was doing to his "thingy" and
knew that he would enjoy making her happy the way he
did Mommy.  Then as she slowly rode up and down on
him, Mrs. Brown began to talk to him in the same
special way that Mommy did, telling him he was going
to be her new "big boy" and that she would make sure
he enjoyed living in his new family.  Then she said
she knew he had worked hard making her happy that
afternoon and that he must be very tired and sleepy. 
He could hardly keep his eyes open, poor baby and she
would help him go to sleep.  He must give her his come
and sleep ... come and sleep ... come...  Nick
exploded inside her and blissful darkness fell over
him.

To Amy's annoyance her mother decided that she should
keep Nick with her that night to "reinforce his
obedience."  It took quite a bit of reinforcement,
from the sound of her Mom's delighted nocturnal cries.
 The frustrated teen girl had to use her own damned
vibrator to get to sleep.  And the next morning
Carol's bedroom door remained firmly closed as Amy
listened to Nick's obedience was noisily reinforced
again and again.  Only around noon did one harried
teenage boy and one thoroughly satisfied middle age
woman emerge.

Thus it was Sunday afternoon before a very sleepy Nick
was properly introduced to his "little mistress" and
told he must love and obey her, too.  Only then did
Amy at last get her tit-lets nibbled, her peach
fur-lined slit licked to several delightful orgasms
before her tight little pussy was at last filled by a
cock that even she had to admit was "awesome!"

If Carol had left Amy alone to enjoy her new boy toy
as a good mother should, things might have been
different, but the horny woman insisted that she
needed to continue to "work on" Nick.  Amy only got to
fuck him after school ("after you do all your
homework.").  Her mother, on the other hand, took Nick
to her bed every night for the next several weeks. 
Until she announced that she had missed her period.

Amy accompanied her mother to the gynecologist for her
first pre-natal checkup.  When Carol came out beaming
with confirmation that she was indeed going to have
another baby, Amy casually suggested maybe she should
be checked too.  "But I've had you on the Pill since
Jr. High," her mother squawked.

"Pills don't work unless you take them," her smiling
daughter pointed out.  "And don't lecture me, Mother. 
You didn't have an 'accident' that first weekend with
Nick.  You had a period after that; I saw the tampons.
 You kept fucking him unprotected until he made you
pregnant because you wanted to, because he has a
monster cock and because is a hell of a good fuck. 
Well, I'm about a month behind you."

Carol wanted to be mad, but she couldn't blame a horny
girl for letting a hunk like Nick pump his virile
young spunk into her unprotected teen pussy.  "He IS a
good fuck, isn't he," Carol laughed.

"And a proficient baby maker," added Amy, playfully
bumping her Mom's tummy with her own.

*****

Thus reconciled, mother and daughter worked out a more
equitable time-share of Nick's cock.  To minimize
staying up late on school nights, it was decided that
Amy would have Nick on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday
nights.  Carol got Nick on Sunday, Tuesday, and
Thursday.  On Saturday nights, mother and daughter
enjoyed "Nick sandwiches," taking turns, one riding
his cock while the other straddled his mouth having
her pussy eaten.  Amy thought this was OK, since she
still got fucked after school (and could occasionally
get in a quickie between classes, too).  Even Dan was
as happy as a man can be, whose wife and daughter are
both knocked up by their live-in boy toy.  At least he
was getting sex three nights a week from his
insatiable wife.

*****

A few months later Nick's graduation rolled around. 
After the speeches were made and before the diplomas
were handed out, various special awards were
presented.  Many family groups made complete fools of
themselves cheering loudly for their daughters who had
won scholarships or academic prizes.  But nothing
compared to the enthusiasm of one teenage girl and two
middle aged women, each with adorable bulges at three
different stages beneath her indecently short
maternity dress, standing on their seats and
applauding wildly as the just barely showing principal
handed Nick a special award for "Homemaking."

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