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Her hips creaked and widened as the Bimbo Pills took effect. You only dosed her with two..she was filling up so big and fast and getting sluttier quicker than you ever imagined.

Her lips creaked and plumped slightly.

“It’s been a while since I had a man feel these curves..” she moaned as her breasts wobbled, bouncing like a point star, her hips starting to fill up so big the dress lifted. Another loud slosh echoed through the room and the sound of milk jugs sloshing erupted and ripped through the air, coming from her swelling ass and milkers.

Your mom giggled as the sound of stretching and gurgling from her melons, encased in her slutty, tightening cocktail dress, filled the air.

You stared wide eyed and ravenous as you fell between her wobbling, swelling cleavage and grabbed around her hips, feeling her body bubble and throb with whatever fillers those amazing pills used.

“Mmmm” she moaned as she grabbed the “Lucky Lep’s Lass Loader” brand Bimbo Pills and poured them into her hand, taking another mouthful like candy.

“Soooo tasty!” She chirped as her lips butterflied and swelled, her hips plumping with silicone, her ass filling up in your hands. Her breasts groaned and filled up rapidly, the sound of milk jugs being sloshed getting louder and heavier.

You fell over into the bed and she looked up at you with awe as you positioned your raging hard on over her ballooning breasts, now bigger than Chelsea Charms. The skin getting tighter and veins appearing now as her plate sized aureoles grew even bigger and corkscrew nipples pulsed.

Her hips sloshed, each one pumping and inflating like a tire hooked up to an unsteady flow of air. The continued sound of loud squelching as silicone and thick loads of bimbo booty and breast meat piled and stuffed into her. She cooed as her lips pulsated and stretched, distorted and puffy, her eyes going from horniness to worry to horniness to horror to bliss as you pumped your cock between her ballooning breasts, feeling them slosh and rumble with more fillers.

There was no stopping now, “Time to make you grow and explode!” And she answered through her blubbering lips, “Yesssthp!” “Waii!” As you poured the entire bottle of pills into her bimbofied mouth.

My Big Bimbo Mom: Part Three

You stayed up all night in fear. Two, three, four o'clock went by without your step-mom returning. Where the hell was she? And what sort of insane transformations were happening to her and her friends? The medicine was working too well, you thought. You had been so relieved when she was back to full health that the extra changes should've made you more disturbed. Maybe you had been too distracted by Laura's tits... no, her breasts! Why were you thinking about your mom like that?

“I wish I had a huge tit huge butt porn star dancing as she fills with implants then bounces on my cock!” You wished hornily. You found the strange gold coin on the pillow of your seedy room you rented on the Vegas strip , “Jiggy’s Jacosta Jumbo Motel”.

Your mom was getting ready for a sightseeing date with your friend when the wish took effect. Her breasts and ass gurgled and swelled as her hair changed color and she took on the shape of a rapidly inflating porn star…

Angela cared about her son Thomas so very much, he was a handsome, strong, intelligent boy who was just continuing to strike out with the ladies. No matter what happened, or how well Angela thought Thomas was doing with the girls in his community college they never seemed to last. “How is your new girlfriend Tanya? She seemed nice” Angela broke the ice one morning in the kitchen before Thomas left for class. “Mom, I stopped talking to Tanya two days ago, she wasn’t really keeping my attention.” Thomas seemed slightly embarrassed as he shuffled past his mom on his way to morning classes.  Angela just couldn’t understand it, was her son hard to please? Did he want something specific? She saw cute girls who seemed innocent and pleasant, sexy women that hung off her son with slinky dresses, some middle aged women with hunger in their eyes and packing curves, some attractive nerd girls in short skirts, and even drunk party girls who all wanted to talk way too much about how much they “totally loved Thomas”. Some stayed for a few weeks, some lasted only a few days. All the same Angela couldn’t understand her son's dating habits and was beginning to worry. Afraid Thomas would never find the perfect girl.

In a desperate attempt to find out what her son was doing in the dating world Angela took Thomas out for drinks one night after a long week of classes and midterms. Got him a few too many drinks, and transported him home to bed, with only a few awkward moments of struggling to get him into the house. He was apparently a handsy drunk Angela found out, as she more than once had to slap Thomas’s hands away from her breasts and ass. “For shame Thomas, how inappropriate!!” Angela tutted.  Once in bed, and thoroughly passed out. Angela stole Thomas’s phone to find out what dating apps her son was using and if she could maybe see any messages between Thomas and his slew of short term girlfriends to try and see what his preferences were. She had some crazy idea, a mothers idea, that she could just learn enough so she could find the perfect match, what ever that looked like. Going through the apps, as she sat next to Thomas’s bed, his snoring coming quietly behind her, she saw the only dating app on his phone was “Perfect Pair” an app that promised to “Bring passion and partnership together”. Right as Angela was about to get past the pin and find out her son's needs, and look at his profile he began to wake up. Angela quickly took a picture of her sons profile name from the login screen with her own phone and left the room before she was caught. As she slowly got ready for bed, she downloaded the “Perfect Pair” app to see if she could maybe sneakily check in what her son’s profile looked like.

Right as she downloaded the app, it asked her for her name and picture, with the small print “you can change, or upload new names or pictures as needed”.  Realizing that it was late and she could change it tomorrow Angela just put her name and snapped a quick photo of herself to get past the screen with her outfit from the night. Angela had always been beautiful, long dark hair that curled excellently, and even though she worked out infrequently she had retained a nice figure. Still retaining a bit of the bust she had after her son was born, she was quite happy with the figure she cut a little top heavy, but hourglass all the same.. She was happy with her body, even though it looked a little older than she remembered in the picture, “What ever, i’ll wake up before Thomas does and change it before he logs in”. By changing her settings to be to the minimum distance she found her son pretty quickly. She had to swipe past a few different hunky men, and all of the pictures seemed to make Angela want to stop and gawk a bit. Some of the pictures the men were actively stroking their cocks and flexing their muscles. Others had nice profiles, but talked about how they really wanted a girl who was down to fuck right now. Each profile was stud after stud, and even a few dominant looking women, looking to “get it on, with any gender”. Angela had heard of one night stand apps before, but was surprised to see her son was using one, and one so vulgar. It was hard to look at, but even harder to look away. When she found Thomas’s profile she stopped and let her fingers slowly slide up and down her screen. Her eyes lingered and soaked in the image, her nipples became erect as if on que, and her breath became a bit hot and heavy. Thomas, her son, had been gifted the most incredible cock she had ever seen. 

Angela had never been much of a fan of the penis, sure it felt good enough, and a little size was nice, but of the few people she slept with before she had Thomas and then stopped dating, making her son her entire life, she never really thought cocks were pleasant to look at. But, this, she didn’t know if it was the drinks she was feeling, the warm light emitting from the app the longer Angela stared at it, or the fact she couldn’t get over how good it felt to have her breasts groped earlier, even by her drunk son. But Angela let her hand drop to between her legs and her fingers slowly began to caress the soft lips between her panties. She felt compelled to send him a message, to let Thomas know he had a scrumptious cock made for milking and sucking, that his mother somehow approved of his massive monster. Without thinking, her hand brought the camera up to her face to take a picture, and she smiled.

She saw herself, her breasts full and loose in her nightgown, her nipples erect and needy, the coy smile caught in her lips at the thought of that perfect thick cock in her hands. And with a simple push, she sent it. Angela never changed her name, or changed her pictures that night, all she did was stare at that throbbing cock and play with herself, letting wave after wave of pleasure hit her body as she lost herself in the dream of his cock. She didn’t even read his bio. Lost in the wake of finding out her son was packing a thick perfect monster in between his legs she lost herself. She understood why all those women weren’t enough for her perfect son. Why no matter what they looked like, she could never imagine a cock like that could be satisfied. She spent all night dreaming in a heat about letting that cock down her throat, filling her up deep in her aching pussy, or even letting him pound into her ass as she screamed. It didn’t matter she would worship a cock like that, get lost in it. She thought of every women her son was had been with, and wondered what he looked like as he broke them. Were the women surprised when it was presented, did they worship like she would have.The app buzzed and glowed throughout the night, it asked her prompts, she couldn’t be bothered to read them, she just clicked whatever would bring her face to face with that cock on that screen again. In the morning Angela woke up exhausted and sore, feeling better than she had in years. The sheets around her clung to her nude body as she tossed in her sleep. Completely forgetting the night's dealings. 

Waking up late, Angie threw on a silk robe and noticed it was a little tighter on her than normal. She pulled it snug and felt her breasts press up against her presenting a fair deal more cleavage than she was used to seeing. “Hello girls! Aren’t we looking rather plump today” She giggled. Catching herself in the act Angie was a bit confused, when was the last time she giggled. As she picked up her phone and proceeded to walk down stairs to breakfast. Fumbling with her robe as she was finding that she certainly didn’t have the same amount of room as before, swearing to check the dryer settings later. she came downstairs to find Thomas in boxers flipping through his phone. Angie kissed Thomas on the forehead and scooted beside him to get into the fridge to make an egg for breakfast. As she busied herself she saw from the corner of her eye Thomas was on that dang dating app again, she sighed thinking what she wouldn’t do to get him hooked up with a nice girl, when it all flooded back to her. Angie almost dropped the food she was holding as she slowly turned to face her son. Ready for the shock and shame to wash over her. Remembering the hours spent staring at him with lust. She turned around and began slowly “Now son, I want you to know I was very drunk last night, and I want to explain myself.”  but before she could utter another word, Thomas just looked up at her. “Nah, Mom, you don’t have to explain anything, I was drunk, I shouldn’t have…. bumped into you while you were helping me into the house. I was a bit off. Having just broken up with Tanya. It was unacceptable, and I apologize” Thomas looked up at his mother with his best apologetic face and Angie completely dropped the subject. She came over to Thomas, who was sitting on a stool near the kitchen counter, only wearing boxers, and wrapped him up in her arms and planted a big kiss on his forehead. Half mounting him in the process. 

As Angie attempted to comfort her boy, she felt a thick strong pulsing at her thighs. As she felt it slowly throb and slide up her leg, lifting the hem of her nightgown up, slowly growing closer, and hotter, and closer to a scandalous level. It was only then, that she looked down from kissing her son's head, to see his face was buried between her tits, he was looking up at her with a mischievous smile. Angie’s nightgown had spread apart and was barely concealing her thick erect nipples, now directly in front of Thomas's face.. If they hadn;t been so hard the whole top would have pulled apart, but the silk robe clung daintly across her very visible breast. But nestled between her larger tits was her son Thomas. His lips pressed softly against her flesh, as his perfect cock rose with a vengeance against her thigh. Angie almost lost control right then. But she backed away and adjusted her outfit to tight around her body, even though the damp spot between her legs, and on the side of her thigh gave away the moment's tension. Her son’s cock was stark against the boxers he was wearing, bobbing up and down slowly like a cobra following the rhythm of the moment. She barely was able to look at it before she broke eye contact and watched as Thomas stood up and grabbed his plate and walked off to his room. “Alright Mom, I’m gunna relax in my room for a while. Love you”.

Angie spent the next hour in her room adjusting the settings on the app. She had immediately gone up stairs and jumped on her bed and looked at the app on her phone after the awkward tension with Thomas. She had planned on deleting the thing, or atleast changing her name and picture after she logged in, but just couldn’t help herself. When she went to her name to change it she did, from Angela to Angie, it seemed like enough. She wanted Thomas not to know it was her, but she didn’t want to try and remember a different name. She had seen that Thomas had seen the messages (the few she sent, but didn’t remember) she had sent the night before, but had left her on read. So when she came to the pictures she decided instead of removing the old photos, she would upload new photos that would make Thomas want to talk to Angie. “The best plans were attempted a few times” she chimed to herself. She scrolled through her photos and found one of Angie and her two work besties. 

She didn’t remember herself showing off so much cleavage that day, or even having those big tits, but as she looked down it was clear she had. Angie’s tits had swelled up since last evening. Now clearly too large for her nighty, Angie wasn’t sure she even had a bra or top that would fit her bust now without creating a mile of cleavage. The picture showed two stuffed melons down the front of her top. (Not to mention her two friends' tits looking a bit bigger as well, kind of hot she pondered for a moment.) and Angie was sure her breasts were even larger now. She hefted one in her hand as she uploaded the picture to the app. “Surely Thomas will think I am cute now, he may even let me know what kind of girl he likes” She thought ideally as she went back to his profile to wait for him to respond. 

An hour went by, and then a second, Thomas had seen the new photos, she could see he was even active at this very moment. Angie had snuck near his room, half naked and panting, and had heard him jerking himself off hard in his room. Angie stayed outside his door, playing with herself and squeezing her tits while staring at the picture of sons perfect cock in her hands. She wanted to be on the other end of his perfect cock. If only she could figure out what he liked and she could please him. That's when it hit her like a ton of bricks, this whole time she hadn’t scrolled through his profile, she was so caught up in the cock she couldn’t see the goal. As she let her damp fingers slide down the profile she began to pant hard. 

“Hello, I am Thomas, I need a dirty thick tittyed, phat assed, slut to suck my cock day and night. As you can see from my impressive size, I need a real size queen who can slob on my thick cock all night. She better be thick in front and back and be ready to fuck all the time. No little sluts, I will break you, and I need you to beg for it. Dark hair and bimbo brains are a plus”. Angie had never heard her son talk like that. Had never expected her baby to be such a depraved animal, and Angie had never been more desperate and horny in her life. She could feel her mind warping into a dark fantasy. Could feel herself wanting to pleasure and be degraded by this fuck bat of a cock at the top of her sons page. She was disgusted by the thought of being turned into a fuck slut to that huge cock. But she was also wet, panting and letting her mouth hang open as she heard her son begin to cum on the other side of the room. He roared as she swore she heard splatter across the door frame as she could feel her son began to unload ropes. As she came at that same moment imagining her son blowing that load across her big titties, imagining his huge balls resting on her chin as she gobbled ever drop down hungry like never before. Angie saw the three dots begin to form on the message screen on the app between Thomas and her. Suddenly scared and with the last brief fleeting moments of orgasm and reality fringing on her mind Angie crawled and whimpered back to her room, hand stuffed into her mouth from screaming Thomas’s name, other hand playing with her clit and sopping wet cunt. . 

“Hey Angie, Looking pretty fuckable. You almost made me double look. You look alot like my MILF of a mother, but she doesn’t have as fat of tits as yours”. Angie was already trying to figure out how to respond to that, she was hefting her titties up for a picture and ready to tell Thomas she was his mother when he wrote to her. “So, how big those tits huh Angie, got any cute or tight lingerie to show this thick cock.” Though it had been vulgar and gross, Angie felt like it was the best way to get Thomas to like her, and maybe even find out what his perfect girl would be like. She needed to find out, so she could, so she could, well it was important. A man like that needed a woman. And all those other little sluts couldn’t handle her sons perfect cock well, maybe she should. She would have to do some more digging and slutting it up to find out.

Angie had found an old body suit she hadn’t worn in years and a sports bra that was now absurdly tight on her huge boobs. She snapped the photo hoping she looked hot. She just needed to hear Thomas tell her she was hot, that maybe she was fuckable, of that she could suck his cock between girlfriends, I mean if that wasn’t weird, his mom, sucking him off. No, that was okay, right? Angie was having trouble thinking recently, all she kept doing was staring at the app. She would occasionally stare and swipe at the other guys, all huge thick slabs of beef, and she drooled, she read what they each wanted, and a part of her kept wondering what all these other men were like, but she kept coming back to Thomas. She stayed in that slinky outfit for an hour, feeling her tits and body conform more and more. A few times she saw the three dots appear and felt her nipples become erect, her snatch become moist, and her breath catch. But he never responded. In fact she heard Thomas get up and start getting ready to leave for the evening. She saw he was online, still, but not responding, at least not to her!!. She rushed out of her room, still in her outfit and ran to find her juicy sexy son. She found Thomas at the door, literally walking out the door, as he turned around and stared at his mother. Angie pushed out her chest, and tried to strike a sexy pose. “Oh, Thomas, are you planning on heading out for the evening?” She tried to act coy, but she was panting thinking about his hands on her, his cock taking her in whatever way he pleased. “Mom? damn, fun outfit, don’t you think you need a bit more curves and maybe a few less years to pull something off like that?” Thomas chucked, and walked over to his mom and gave her a kiss on the lips slow and deep. Angie was stunned, her son's tongue went into her mouth and she tasted his saliva. It felt good, and she was intoxicated by his touch.  “I’ll be back, I have a new slut to break in, I mean a first date to go on.” She’s a young thing with huge tits, you’d like her I’m sure, don’t wait up, I may be back in the morning.” and with a slap on his mothers ass and a wink Thomas walked out the door to fuck a new slut. Angie barely got out a “Well make sure she sucks that huge cock of yours son.” before he was out the door and driving away. 

Angie groaned as Thomas left her, she felt his touch on her whole body still. Hot and sweating from his lips on her skin, Angie stumbled up stairs and found some clothing that barely fit her as she attempted to relax until Thomas came home. As she came downstairs adjusting the jean shorts that had ridden up her ample behind, and the thong now diggin in between her cheeks, Angel tried not to think of how jealous she was of the slut that Thomas was out banging right now. “Lucky Bitch” She huffed. She had big titties and a phat ass, both growing bigger by the hour Angel mused, why didn’t Thomas tell her she was pretty? Instead, he had made fun of her for not having more curves, and not being young enough. She was busy trying to button her pants up when she decided that there was no point in the first place, she could feel her ass bubbling out the back of the shorts, and knew it wouldn’t be long before she was just naked anyways. 

She was trying to figure out how she could still seduce her son, and be the perfect woman for him. Why, maybe if she was naked when Thomas came back, she would get to see his cock get big and hard again. She certainly wouldn’t miss her chance the next time his big cock throbbed against her skin. As Angie stripped off her cloths, and was left in just a tight little thong covering up her moist snatch she relaxed back into the couch and starred at the door willing Thomas to come in and fuck her. Completely in a trance, Angel spent the rest of that evening letting her fingers trace their way across her skin, felt the curves of her body swelling with her breath as her skin tightened up, as her hair gained luster and her age lines slowly vanished. Her hips began to flare out behind her as she slowly gyrated in spot, imagining what she would do if she could ride every inch of her son's amazing cock. Felt as her ass wobbled more and more throughout the evening as she plumped out behind her. The weight of her breasts increased as they grew through the cup sizes. Angel was lost in a blissful day dream that stretched for hours. She was in a constant state of arousal, release, and build up. Her body ached and panted against the changes, her tongue lolled from her mouth as she mewed lightly at the pleasure. Her nipples stood straight out like little corks, dark and erect with need. Angel could almost get her tongue to touch the tip and it excited her. She felt her skin tighten, and soften, youth coming back into her body as she let her pussy spasm with need. The whole time, her cell phone, sat open with her sons photo on the screen.

Angie spent the night on the couch, growing and changing, dreaming of becoming Thomas’s perfect woman. She felt pride in creating such a perfect, handsome master of a son, but she also felt deprived and depraved in her lust. Her new body left her exhausted and with a wild amount of energy.  Angel dragged her new younger self up the stairs of the house and decided to check if she had gotten any messages from Thomas on the app. Angel quickly changed her name again, because Angie was such an older name now in her mind, and she definitely needed to upload some new pictures as Thomas hadn’t responded all night to her last picture, or the slew of dirty things she had texted him over the evening, she couldn't remember typing out. Not that she minded that she had typed out “Fuck my throat, master” and “I want you to slap my big titties and fuck my thicc ass” to her son, but it was odd she couldn’t really remember doing that. She also realized she had never responded to Thomas about the size of her big titties. “Of course, Thomas didn’t respond, I didn’t answer his questions, silly bimbo Angel” Anyways, Angel went through some of her old outfits to see if she had anything cute to try on that would show off her huge breasts. She found some old workout clothes that seemed to fit her new leaner body, although it certainly would have been obscene at the gym now. While her waist had stayed thin, her body was deeply hourglassed. Her ass was so thick that it distended the clothing till they were almost see through. Angel giggled as she smacked her own ass and imagined how good it would feel to throw it back on her son's cock. It wobbled and jiggled pleasantly behind her and she loved the way she waddled as she walked. Pulling on the largest sports bra she owned, and wrangling it over her tits, not without almost gasping at how sensitive her nipples were in the process, she marveled and gawked at the huge boobs spilling over the side. She pulled up her phone and snapped a picture of her huge titties and sent them to Thomas. “Your Milf mommy sounds hot, but she certainly doesn’t have my Triple D titties stud, when you gonna show me how you’d use that thick horse cock of yours?”. 

Giggling, Angel knew that Thomas would love her new body. She loved her new body, she was dimly aware she hadn’t looked like this two days ago. But whenever she thought a little too hard about it, she would snap back to the thought of her son’s massive cock and relax back. Soon enough Thomas’s messenger started showing three little dots. Angel had already had her fingers deep into her cunt when she saw the notification.  

“Well hello there you thick titted slut. Look at those nice round tits, you grow those all for me, or were you born with breasts larger than your head? just got done letting a tiny slut of a college nerd break herself attempting to get me off, over and over again, she wrapped her whole body around my cock and still couldn’t satisfy me. She barely could take more than a few inches before she was babbling about cumming too much. Tell me Angel, got a caboose to go with that top half, huh Angel? I could probably squeeze you in, if you are free now and packing a phat ass with those needy tits.”

Angel scrambled, she had found the jean shorts that she was wearing when she had been on the couch last night. With a herculean effort she slid them over her massive backside. She felt them wedge deep up in her ass, and could feel each one of her checks wobble with the effort. She looked back over her shoulder to the mirror getting ready to snap another photo and send it to her son. When she caught a look at herself. She was huge, her ass was easily the size of two basketballs. She would never be able to walk anywhere and not be leered at by men, she imagined ridding the bus to work, her boss, her friends, all of them would see her now as the walking fuck slut she had become. Her breasts were massive, unhideable melons. The ballooned out in front of her and were sensitive enough to get her off, (as she found out throughout the day). She was a pornstar's wet dream, more curves than woman. All sexed up waiting to be used for any depraved thing her son could think of. She stared at her wobbling back side, thought back to her precious son, and how she desperately wanted to find him the perfect woman. Sighed, longingly, and snapped the photo. Hitting send, Angel knew she was doing the right thing. 

That she could just be the perfect thick assed, huge breasted slut her son needed. He could fuck those silly other women when ever, but she would be the dedicated woman he needed. She smiled as she dreamily began to think of how she would first please his monster cock. Would Angel let him nestle his massive throbbing cock between her tits as she pressed them together, milking as much of his seed as she could. Watching as her tit flesh barely covered his throbbing member, even as big as they were, still growing. Letting her nipples drag against his hot body, edging her closer and closer to climax, till he exploded all over her. How much of him could she swallow? She pondered, then shook her head. All of it, she knew. 

She wondered if he would pin her down to the couch, her ass up in the air. Waiting for him to spread her apart and pump into her, pulling her apart as inch after inch pushed into her ass with his swollen cock. She hoped Thomas would reach around and grope her tits, as he fucked her from behind. She so hoped they were big enough, as she groped herself softly. She felt her thick ass and knew he would spank her, choke her, degrade her, make her beg and plead to be impaled on his cock. Angel knew she was growing more and more, felt her body swelling to meet his needs, his wants, his desires. She moaned as she waited for his response. She growled as she humped the pillows on the couch staring at the door waiting for him to come home. Thomas had asked for her address minutes ago. She had texted hers and his home address, not realizing he of course knew it. She was too busy planning all the ways she was gunna milk Thomas till he accepted her as his girlfriend, till his dear sweet mother was basking underneath his steel rod. She moaned the moment he came through the front door, She was on the couch dripping wet in a frenzy. She was humping the air and had her hand between her legs, a dildo down her throat, and her breasts pushed out eagerly, all sprawled out on the couch. She had decided in her lust filled haze, that she wanted his cock in her pussy before anything else, and had stuffed a dildo down her throat so she couldn’t say otherwise. Seemed like a good idea till she started cumming uncontrollably. Cock in his hands thick and hard, Thomas strode into the house smiling. “Hello Mother, or should I call you my big titted Angel”. Angel screamed, as Thomas brought his cock to head with his mothers molten hot cunt. She writhed and shook as he walked slowly into his mother, inch after inch disappearing into her dripping wet snatch. She practically vibrated as Thomas groped her huge breasts and slapped her tits around. He hefted himself down into her till every inch of his cock disappeared inside of Angel. She had never felt so fucked, so full, so complete. Until Thomas began to pound into her, his rhythm slow at first, but quickly building into a fury. 

He roared as he began to truly use his mothers body. She was a fuck puppet on a stick, he picked her up and spread her wide as he began to buck wildly into her. She felt as inches retreated out of her, only to be slammed back into her with incredible force. Her clit, swollen and sensitive from days of playing with herself was being slammed against by Thomas pubic mound, was causing her to cum again and again. Her breasts were being sucked, and her ass smacked on by her son as she whimpered out orgasm after orgasm. She felt her mind slipping further and further away as Thomas came closer and closer to erupting. “Wow, Mom, your the best slut I ever fucked” Thomas panted out as he relentlessly pumped away at his mother. “Now to finish the dating process and make you mine”. Thomas roared as he bottomed out his mother into the couch. Angel felt the sudden stopping of his throbbing pulses, and anticipated the heat. She felt it rising inside of her son, felt the tight pulsing as Thomas’s cock began to erupt inside of her like a fire hose. She felt her body absorbing the flush of semen, felt her mind go blank as Thomas’s lips found hers and she sucked on his tongue as he unloaded into her. Angel’s last thoughts were about how perfect her son was, how perfect her boyfriend was.