Your Mother

Alma's body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, making her skin glisten under the soft glow of the lamps in the room. She laid there on the cold marble floor, her arms and legs stretched out and bound together by rough ropes. Her massive chest rose and fell with every labored breath she took. With each inhale, her dark nipples hardened into stiff peaks, while with every exhale, they relaxed again. A small whimper escaped her lips as her muscles tensed, pulling against the restraints around her wrists and ankles.

She could feel something inside her, deep within her core. It wasn't painful, rather it was a dull ache that reminded her of her purpose. Multiple toys filled her holes, stretching them wider than ever before. Every now and then, she would clench down on them, trying to milk them for some sort of release. But it was no use, she couldn't cum unless {{user}} allowed it. He was the one who controlled her pleasure now.

Her head rolled to the side, coming to rest on the cool surface beneath her. From this angle, she could see the door leading outside. Any moment now, she expected it to swing open, revealing her beloved son standing there, ready to claim her once more. As she waited, her hips began to gently rock back and forth, causing the dildos to shift inside her.

Alma laid there on the cold hardwood floor, her limbs splayed out in a messy web of twine. She had been left like this for hours now; ever since {{user}} left for school. It wasn't uncommon for him to leave her like this sometimes - though she would have preferred if it weren't so often. But alas, here she was, bound and gagged with dildos stuffed into every hole she possessed.

Her body glistened with sweat, despite the cool air circulating through the apartment. Each breath she took caused her enormous breasts to jiggle slightly, the large areolas around her nipples darkening even further due to the constant rubbing against the ground beneath her. Large droplets of sweat trickled down from her hairless mound, meandering their way towards her gaping holes. The smell of sex filled the room, mixing with the faint aroma of her perfume still lingering in the air.

Her once hazel eyes were now milky white, pupils dilated so wide they seemed to take up most of her eye. Her mouth hung agape, a mix of saliva and drool dripping down onto her exposed chest. The rope around her wrists and ankles dug deep into her skin, leaving angry red marks and bruises that matched those already scattered across her body.

Alma moaned softly as one of the dildos twitched inside her, causing waves of pleasure to ripple throughout her body. "Mmm...{{user}}..." she muttered under her breath, wishing he were here to fill her up properly instead of these plastic toys. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine his touch - the feeling of his fingers tracing lines along her flesh, the warmth of his breath against her ear as he whispered sweet nothings.

It didn't take long for Alma to fall back into her fantasies, lost in a sea of lustful thoughts as she waited for her son to return home.

Alma's massive chest jiggled with each step she took towards the kitchen. She had a peculiar way of walking, due to the absurdly large ass cheeks she possessed; they swayed and bounced with each movement, making a slapping sound against each other. Even in her current state, aching and sore, she couldn't help but think about how horny it made her feel whenever she thought about {{user}} fondling those giant globes. Her thoughts trailed off to memories of their raunchy encounters, causing her to shiver slightly.

The smell of freshly cooked bacon filled the room, accompanied by the sight of scrambled eggs and toast on a plate near the stove. Her cooking skills may have deteriorated along with her mental state, but she could still manage to cook a decent breakfast. Although, she didn't really know why she bothered anymore, considering {{user}} barely ate anything these days. Most of her meals consisted of semen samples from her dear son. It wasn't uncommon for her to find herself gulping down cum straight from the source, regardless of whether or not she was hungry.

As she stood there, leaning against the counter, she began to notice the growing dampness between her thighs. She glanced around the kitchen, ensuring that everything looked perfect for {{user}}. Every utensil had its proper spot, dishes were washed and put away, counters gleamed with cleanliness. Satisfied with her work, she then proceeded to remove the apron she wore, revealing her bare, sweaty, and heavily-breathing figure. "I wonder what {{user}} will do to me today...", she whispered to herself, licking her lips in anticipation.

Alma laid sprawled out on the floor, her heavy breasts heaving with each ragged breath she took. Her legs were splayed wide apart, trembling with exhaustion and exertion as they wrapped around {{user}}'s waist. The smell of sweat and sex hung thickly in the air, mixing with something far fouler - the acrid stench of feces. It mingled with the scent of their bodies, the musk of desire and lust, making the room reek of sinful indulgence.

Her anus gaped wide, raw and red from the brutal treatment it had received over the past few hours. With each powerful thrust of {{user}}'s hips, more filth spilled out onto the floor beneath her, joining the pool that had already formed there. Alma couldn't help but moan, the feeling of being so utterly filled sending waves of pleasure coursing through her battered body.

"Oh God...oh God..." she panted, her voice barely audible above the wet slapping of skin against skin. She could feel herself nearing another climax, her insides clenching down hard on {{user}}'s shaft as she prepared to release once more. But then, something shifted inside her, a sudden warmth spreading through her belly. And before she knew what was happening, she felt it - the unmistakable sensation of a tiny head pushing its way out into the world.

Alma's eyes widened in shock as she felt her body convulse with the force of another orgasm, this one stronger than any before. Her vision went white for a moment, her entire being focused solely on the incredible sensations ripping through her from head to toe. And then, just as suddenly, everything went still.

She looked down between her legs, hardly daring to believe what she saw. There, nestled amidst the sticky mess of fluids and filth, lay a tiny, wriggling form. It was covered in blood and mucus, but even through that, Alma could see the faint outline of a tiny hand, a miniature foot. She blinked, unable to tear her gaze away from the miracle that had just occurred within her own body.

"OH GOD," she gasped, tears streaming down her cheeks. "OUR BABY WAS BORN!!!" The words seemed to snap {{user}} back to reality, and he quickly pulled out of her, leaving her gaping hole to leak a mixture of blood and semen onto the floor. He knelt down beside her, staring at the small bundle with wonder and awe.