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It was against this perverted backdrop that Deborah Peters found herself waking up on the morning of the second Sunday in May: Mother's Day.

As she lay there staring up at the ceiling she sighed heavily as she realized that, for the first time since Sam was born, she was actually dreading this day. She had no doubt that her sweet little boy would have some kind of heartwarming present for her, as he always did on Mother's Day. That wasn't at all what concerned her. Instead she was dreading the herculean task of making sure she showed how happy and grateful she was for whatever gift her little boy offered her, while completely ignoring the inevitable lewd and sperm-splattered accompaniment to it, no matter what new or increasingly tempting form it took.

After a few minutes of rallying her strength, Deborah got out of bed and began getting dressed. She pulled on a pair of jeans that hugged her wide hips, thick thighs, and sizable ass, then she donned a comfortable bra, struggling a little to fit her immense breasts inside the cups. Though she was unaware of what effect her big fat ass had on her giga-hung son, she still had enough presence of mind to know she shouldn't have her G-cup tits swaying and bouncing freely in front of him, not when it might mean he'd rip another pair of shorts in half and hose her down with his horse loads.

Although, it had felt really fucking good to have him blast all over her tits in Doctor Chakowski's exam room. She hadn't asked for it or even expected it, but when it happened it felt… fucking amazing! His jism was so fucking thick that it was like having her tits hosed down with clumpy pudding, and the fucking heat coming off that nut custard was so intense it felt like it was going to burn her skin. Maybe she should just let him-

"NO!" she blurted out loud. She grit her teeth and rubbed her temples. "Not today, Deborah. For fuck's sake, not today!"She took a few deep breaths to collect herself, then pulled on a comfy shirt that nonetheless looked incredibly form-fitting because of the sheer scale of her big heavy titties, and headed downstairs.

Halfway down the stairs her nose caught a whiff of what smelled like an appetizing breakfast. By the time she reached the bottom of the staircase the unmistakable smell of bacon and coffee were tantalizing her nose.

"Sam? Are you in there?" she asked as she approached the kitchen doorway.

"Yeah, mommy. I gotta surprise for you!" his angelic voice called back.

Her heart started thrumming in her chest. What kind of disgusting, perverted, cum-filled surprise had her little boy prepared for her? Would she even be able to handle the inevitably obscene offering? Would she be able to resist it?

She stepped into the kitchen and immediately felt a pang of motherly guilt.

There was her perfect little boy, setting onto the table a plate laden with a stack of fluffy pancakes and more than a few pieces of bacon. Sitting next to the plate was her favorite mug he'd made for her, and the steam rising from it was not from one of his piping hot morning ejaculations, but rather from the hot coffee he'd lovingly prepared for her. There was even a small vase in the center of the table containing three beautiful red roses. Placed next to this was a greeting-card-sized envelope with "For Mommy" written across it in Sam's adorably messy handwriting.

Deborah had recently taught her son how to cook bacon in the microwave and how to carefully make pancakes on the stove. At the time she wondered why he asked her to teach him to make both, but these kinds of wholesome moments were rare for them, so she didn't question it and lovingly showed him each step. Now she knew the sweet and innocent reason he wanted to learn how to cook: so he could surprise her with a homemade breakfast on Mother's Day.

Deborah began to tear up. She felt like the worst mother in the world. How could she possibly have doubted what her son would do for her on her special day? Sam was so precious, so thoughtful, so incredibly loving, and she was such a terrible mother that she'd already prepared herself to be upset with him for something he didn't even do.

"Mommy? Are you okay? Why are you crying?" Sam asked, looking worried that maybe he'd done something wrong.

As the tears rolled down her cheeks she quickly walked over to him, squatted down right in front of him, and embraced him in a very tight hug. She didn't even think about how she was basically smushing him between her massive tits.

"I'm more than okay, little man," she said into his ear, her cheek rubbing against his and smearing some of her tears on it, "Thank you so so much. Mommy's not sad, honey. I'm so happy that I'm crying! You are such a good boy. You know that, right? You have your… challenges… but you know I love you very very much, don't you?"

Sam giggled as the tears tickled his cheeks, trying not to think about how it felt to have mommy's big soft boobies pressing against his chest and stomach. He bit his lip as he exerted all of his willpower to keep his big meat hose from spurting more of what Doctor Barbara called "ball jelly" into his undies. He knew his mommy wasn't happy about having to clean up his messes all the time, even if she didn't say so, and he was determined to make her Mother's Day a special day just for her.

"I know that, mommy. I love you, too! Bunches and bunches!" He hugged her back just as tight and they stayed like that for a few moments, both of them luxuriating in the overwhelming love they felt for one another.

Finally Deborah released her little boy, planted a single kiss on his forehead which caused him to blush, then stood up and looked at the meal he'd prepared for her. Though Deborah couldn't help but notice the gurgling sound that came from Sam's overstuffed shorts when she kissed his forehead, she chose to ignore it and continue focusing on the positive. She was well aware this was a fleeting moment, that soon she'd be pulled down from this cloud she was on and back into her new distorted reality where her eight year old son had grapefruit-sized balls in his shorts and a fucking little league bat of a cock that blasted loads of sperm like a broken fire hydrant. Deborah wanted to savor this brief respite for as long as she could.

She sat down in the chair Sam pulled out for her and scooted closer to the table, admiring the delicious looking breakfast he had prepared. Munching on a piece of bacon, she picked up the large envelope. Before she opened it she turned to Sam. "Honey, how'd you even do all this?"

"Nana helped!" he said, beaming.

Deborah's heart dropped and her face went slack and pale. "Wh… what did you say?"

Sam looked confused, worry starting to creep in again that he'd somehow messed this up, too. "Nana, mommy. Nana helped me. She got the card and the flowers cause I couldn't do it on my own."

Deborah felt like the world was closing in on her. "Your nana… your nana came here? When? Sam, you should have told me she was here. I didn't even know!"

Now Sam's eyes were starting to well up with tears. "B-but… it's cause it's Mommy's Day. She was just helping. Did I do somethin' wrong, mommy?" His lower lip was quivering and seeing him on the verge of tears made Deborah realize the intense expression she was wearing on her own face. She took a deep breath, then smiled lovingly at her son and placed her hand on his shoulder.

"No, little man. You didn't do a single thing wrong, okay? This is perfect. This is more than I could ever ask for. I just… I want you to tell me when Nana comes over, okay? Because I need to… clean house first. I don't want her to think I keep a messy house."

Sam sniffled a little and wiped the tears from his eyes, then smiled up at her. "Okay, mommy. I'll tell you when Nana comes over. Don't worry, though. She didn't see the house. She was on the porch and I went outside and she gave me the card and the flowers. She said she didn't wanna bother you, but she'd call you soon."

Deborah looked down at the envelope in her hand for a few moments, then opened it and pulled out the card. It had a picture of a sad looking puppy on it and read "Mommy, I know I can be real handful sometimes, but you keep loving me just the same." She opened the card and it continued "So I'm gonna make sure to give you back twice as many handfuls of love!" She swallowed hard as she contemplated the unintended innuendo. Below the printed text was more of Sam's messy handwriting: "I got lots and lots of love to give you, mommy! I want to give you my love every day forever!" Deborah bit her lip and tried even harder not to focus on the thoughts his innocent words elicited in her increasingly perverted mind. Then her eyes traveled to the message written below Sam's. This handwriting was very familiar to her, a tight and controlled cursive that was elegant and without flaw. It was her mother's handwriting. Cynthia. Nana.

"I want to visit with you and Sam soon, dear! You can't keep my cute little grandson from me forever. ;) Happy Mother's Day!"

Where other people would see a sweet message from a loving grandmother, Deborah could read between the lines with no effort. She knew her mother well, this was essentially a threat. It translated to "You and I both know I'm going to see my grandson whether you like it or not, so why not cut the shit and make this easy on yourself?" Deborah had been keeping Cynthia in the dark about Sam's condition and part of that had been making sure the cold and calculating matriarch couldn't see him in person, let alone come over to their house. She knew her mother was a patient woman, but once her patience ran out she had a way of always getting what she wanted.

Deborah swallowed hard as she realized that this particular problem wasn't going to be "for another day" much longer. That day would come soon, she was sure of it. This too she pushed from her mind as best she could and refocused on the small morsel of relief her only son had made possible for her.

She set the card down on the table, then smiled reassuringly at Sam again. "Thank you so much, honey. I love you."

Sam beamed as she said that and Deborah's heart skipped a beat as she heard that familiar gurgling coming from his shorts again. Pretending she didn't notice, she cut into the stack of pancakes with her fork and brought a large bite to her mouth. As she started chewing it she found herself thinking again how wonderfully sweet and thoughtful this was. In fact, as she continued eating the pancakes she felt like her love for Sam was beginning to overflow, like her heart would burst! She felt her face flush and she almost swooned as she contemplated how this little boy, her perfect angel, her sweet innocent little man loved her so deeply, so completely, that he was by far the best man that had ever come into her life. Deborah loved Sam more than anyone else in the world, and as she ate the breakfast he had so carefully prepared for her, she felt almost drunk on her affection for him. She looked over and saw Sam watching her eat, obviously wanting to hear what she thought of the meal, but a little afraid to ask for fear he hadn't made it just right.

Sam's mommy gave him a smile somehow unlike any other she'd ever given him. Her eyes were half-lidded and she was smirking at him like he'd seen ladies do to men in the romantic comedies she liked to watch. It made his heart flutter and, against his will, his nuts rumbled loudly. This didn't seem to faze his beautiful mother. She just leaned in close and spoke into his ear in a sultry tone he'd only ever heard her use once before, in Doctor Barbara's office while the doctor was milking him all over his mommy's tits.

"This is the best breakfast I've ever been fed. I'm gonna gobble up every single bite."

That was it. It was too much. Though he had no concept of sexual innuendo, Sam's body responded to his mother's unintended undertones as if from sheer instinct. Even without him understanding exactly why it was happening, Sam's face contorted, he gripped the back of his mommy's chair tightly to keep from falling to his knees, and his long thick horsey schlong engorged and flexed in his shorts. Right there next to his mother, standing in the kitchen he'd just used to cook her a special Mother's Day breakfast, Sam began blasting loads of thick coagulated sperm all in his tight briefs.

SSHHHPPLLUUURRRTTTT!! SSPPLLLRRRPPLLLRRRTTTT!! SSSHHHPLLLLEEERRRTTTTT!!

With his cock folded up under his balls just to fit inside those underwear, his piss slit was rocketing each gushing blast of scalding hot and incredibly dense baby gravy against his sensitive perineum, only making him nut that much harder. So much fucking sperm was geysering from his obscenely huge boy cock that it was squirting out the bottoms of his shorts and running down his legs to splatter all over the floor.

"UUNHHHH! I'M S-SORRY MOMMY!" he moaned. His eyes rolled back in his head as his meager will was overridden by a force far older and more deeply rooted than he could possibly imagine. A man's willpower was one thing, but the willpower of a child was only a shadow of that. Neither could hope to resist forever the power of millions of years of evolution driving them to breed!

"It's okay, sweetie," Deborah's voice came again, her hot breath on Sam's ear making him shake even harder as he continued blasting his love for his mommy into his shorts. Still riding the high from the rush of love she felt for her baby boy, Deborah felt her fear and inhibition melting away. "Just let it all out, alright? You did such a nice thing for mommy, the least I can do for you is let you get the relief you need. Does it feel good, little man? Mmmm, I can tell it does. Are you shooting that hard cause you love your mommy so much? I heard those big balls gurgling when I kissed your forehead. Don't worry, baby. Mommy's not upset. You just blast as much as you wanna, alright?"

Sam felt tears rolling down his cheeks before he even realized he was crying from the sensory overload. His mommy had never talked to him like this before. He knew she loved him, and that she wanted him to be healthy by taking care of all the white jelly that built up in his big heavy balls, but this… this was on a whole other level. She was actually encouraginghim to cum as hard as he could while standing right next to her. He felt his knees start to give out, but then his mommy's arms were wrapped around him and holding him up. This caused her big heavy titties to press against him as well. He moaned louder.

Deborah was lost in a haze of love and lust, her rational mind completely muted, her animal mind intensely firing off like crazy. The words poured out of her almost without effort. "Yeeessss, baby. Just like that. You don't need to hold back. Let it aaallll out. Oh my! So much sperm for mommy this morning, huh? I know you tried not to nut because you didn't want me to be upset. Don't you worry, my perfect baby boy. Mommy's not upset, not even a little. I'm proud of you for holding in those big heavy loads for that long. You don't gotta hold it in anymore though. Blast those ball babies for your mommy."

Sam's mind swam in a sea of endorphins as the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, the woman he loved more than anyone in the world, kept feeding words into his brain that made him feel like his head was going to explode. Instead, the huge plum-sized head of his cock continued exploding even harder into his shorts. Deborah lovingly rubbed his back and continued whispering soothing yet scintillating things into his ear as he nutted and nutted and nutted some more.

Finally, after he'd gushed so much sperm into his undies and shorts that both were absolutely saturated in his hot stinky jism, and plenty more of his thick virile ejaculate had run down his legs and formed a massive puddle of cum under him, Sam fully collapsed into his mother's loving and buxom embrace. His eyes fluttered as he was on the verge of passing out from experiencing by far the most intense orgasm of his short life. He was vaguely aware of his mommy kissing him on the forehead again, then whispering into his ear.

"That's my perfect baby boy. Thank you for giving me so much love this morning, honey. Here, let's get you to bed. I think you've earned a nice nap."

She lifted him and stood up, not seeming to care that the crotch of his cum-drenched and cum-reeking shorts was pressing against her stomach and smearing his seed on her shirt. He was half-asleep as she carried him upstairs, but somehow mustered the strength to weakly say "I'm sorry, mommy. I'm sorry."

"Shhhh," she soothed him, "No, honey. Don't apologize, okay? You've got nothing to be sorry for. You earned it."

Then she laid him into his bed and pulled his covers over him, leaving him to drift fully into a luxurious post-orgasmic slumber filled with dreams of mommy's face and mommy's boobs and mommy's big butt. Deborah looked down at her sleeping little boy, smiling as he whimpered in his sleep. She heard muffled spurting sounds from under his covers as his cock lazily spurted more latent ropes of cum into his shorts.

"What am I gonna do with this boy?" she asked herself again, but this time she was smirking when she said it. She licked her lips and shook her head.

How could she ever let this innocent little angel feel bad for even a single solitary moment about a condition he clearly couldn't help at all? Sure, he had shown recently that he could sometimes control how much of that thick, hot, intoxicatingly stinky jism he blasted out of his massive kid cock, but it was patently obvious that he couldn't hold back those loads forever. Hell, he couldn't even hold them in for more than a couple hours at this point. She was genuinely proud of him for somehow managing to keep that much ball gravy stored in his bull nuts all morning, and even more so because he did it all for his mommy.

She thought back to the things she'd whispered in his ear and blushed, realizing she'd gotten a little carried away. It wasn't intentional, it just kind of happened, and anyway what was the harm? The doctor did say he needed to blow as many loads as possible. She wasn't going to make a habit of actively encouraging him like that, but just this once was okay.

Deborah wasn't sure why, but she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She made a decision that for some reason took no effort at all: she resolved to try her hardest not to scold Sam or make him feel self-conscious about his fat floppy donkey dick, massive gurgling balls, or ever-erupting sperm loads. She felt she owed him at least that much.

Deborah allowed herself a few more moments to watch her sweet boy coo in his sleep while his semi-hard cock lazily fired off pearl jelly in his stinky sperm-soaked undies, then she quietly crept out of his room and gently closed the door behind her.

How had she ever gotten so lucky?

After that lovely Mother's Day Deborah could almost swear it seemed like Sam was determined to see how far he could push her acceptance of his unique traits. Though she knew his increasing comfort with firing off his boy loads wasn't necessarily the result of a conscious decision on his part to push her limits, it was clear that their shared experience on Mother's Day had left an impression on Sam. He seemed more eager than ever to directly prove to her just how much of a little stud he was.

A few days removed from that heady breakfast, Deborah felt a twinge of shame when she thought back to the way she'd whispered in her son's ear and encouraged him to shoot his huge fucking loads into his shorts. She wondered why she was so forward with him that morning, but also felt somewhat grateful that she was now, for whatever reason, far less bothered by his regular ejaculations than she had been before. Something about that Mother's Day breakfast had opened up her heart and melted her cares away. Before then, whenever Sam's cock started spurting jism she would feel so upset, anxious, and of course secretly thrilled by it. Now though she felt none of those negative things when her son would dump his ball babies wherever he felt like it. The secret thrill was still there, but even that seemed… subdued somehow. It was no longer this burning desire that plagued her thoughts. Instead, it was just a dull throbbing hunger that was far more manageable than the sharp and urgent craving she had previously become used to.

Sam had clearly picked up on his mother's more relaxed demeanor, and it helped him relax more, too. That meant his cock-stroking and cum-blasting became even more normalized for both of them. The innocent boy instinctively knew this was good for his aching balls because his need to cum wasn't abating, but rather growing stronger by the day.

During their next homeschooling session, while Deborah was sitting right next to him with her thick thigh pressed against his leg and her soft warm skin touching his, Sam unzipped his shorts and hauled out his uncut donkey dick. He started tugging it right there next to her, whimpering softly as his big hooded knob drooled precum.

"Sammy!" she gasped. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in the familiar musk of her son's massive raw dick. "Do you… um… do you have to do that right now, honey?"

"Y-yeah, mommy. My balls are full again," he said, obviously staring at her big heavy tits while he stroked.

Deborah blushed as Sam ogled her breasts while milking his huge cock. "Maybe we should get something to catch-OH MY GOD!"

Sam's dickhole opened wide and spurted a big arcing jet of cum up into the air that splattered down onto the open textbook in front of him. He moaned and kept tugging his meat, and the big spurt was quickly followed by a slow clumpy discharge of incredibly dense sperm nuggets that piled up on the spread open book. The stink was incredibly powerful and it made Deborah's mouth start watering.

"Sorry for getting my ball babies on the math book, mommy," he said meekly, blushing as he looked up at her.

She stared wide-eyed at her son's awe-inspiring jelly babies. "I… wow. Uh, it's okay, sweetie. Mommy's not upset. Did that… did it relieve some of the pressure?"

"Yeah, I think so. My nuts feel a little better."

"Okay, that's good I suppose. Just try not to cum all over your textbook or school supplies next time, okay?"

"Okay, mommy. I'll try. I gotta go pee."

Sam got up, not even bothering to put his cock away, letting it swing and slap against his thighs as he walked towards the bathroom. Deborah looked down at the steaming pile of cum wads and just stared at them for a few silent minutes. She closed the book and heard the fat cum nuggets squish between the pages, then threw it into the trash. She tried not to think about how it must feel to chew on such thick, clumpy jelly babies.

The next similar incident was when Deborah was on her hands and knees cleaning up the thick ropes of cum that Sam had spurted all over the bathroom floor. While she was engrossed in her task, her big fat ass was up in the air, gently swaying and jiggling side-to-side in time with her scrubbing motions. The bathroom door was open, so she didn't hear Sam enter.

He froze in his tracks as he stared down at his beautiful mommy's wide wobbling ass. She was wearing a snug pair of jeans that hugged not only those massive mommy cakes, but also every curve of her wide hips, thick thighs, and shapely calves. Sam's horse cock responded immediately and he just yanked his shorts down and began tugging his massive member while he stared. He was almost in a trance as he watched her ass cheeks jiggle, jerking his engorging donkey dick almost without conscious thought. His mind was filled with thoughts of what his mom's big fat ass must look like without her jeans on, what must be under there. He couldn't help but wonder… what does mommy's butthole look like?

It was the slick sounds of precum-lubricated masturbation that caught Deborah's attention, followed immediately by the familiar stink of her little boy's anything-but-little cock. She looked over her shoulder and saw Sam standing there, staring directly between her ass cheeks while he two-handed tugged his uncut bitch-breaker.

"Sammy, you need to be careful where you aim that thing." She blushed as her little boy didn't even respond, but instead just kept staring wide-eyed at her fat ass. It was the first time she realized that he might be interested in her butt. "Sam? Honey, are you listening to me?"

Sam's cock answered for him by flexing and pissing a powerful jet of piping hot nut sauce that splattered all over Deborah's denim-clad ass cheeks.

"Oh my god, Sam!" she blurted out, "You're shooting all over mommy's butt! Honey, you're making an even bigger mess!"

This only made him nut harder, rope after rope blasting all over her huge ass, her lower back, and some of it even shooting into her hair. The small bathroom was quickly flooded with gradeschooler sperm stink while her son used her dumptruck ass as his own personal cum dump. Though she knew she shouldn't let her little boy blow his loads on her butt, she didn't even try to stop him. She just whimpered pitifully and stayed in that position, passively letting her son nut all over her ass like she was nothing more than a jerkoff target for him.

She bit her lip and shamefully arched her back, pushing her ass out toward him even more. This made her cheeks spread wider and Sam moaned louder, his pulsing blasts of jism hitting between her cheeks so powerfully that he was unknowingly giving his mother's winking asshole a massage through her jeans. He was surprised when he heard his mommy moan softly each time one of his big beams of boy nut rocketed against her prominent camel toe, that mysterious puffy mound between her thick thighs that Sam was now even more curious about. He made sure to aim his boy cock at that spot in particular because he liked the way his mommy whimpered and moaned every time he blasted it with another firehose gush of his cum.

After he finished thoroughly covering her ass and camel toe in his thick clotted seed, Sam just casually turned to the toilet and began pissing like a racehorse into it. "Sorry, mommy. I had to pee and when I came in and saw you… I don't know, my balls started feeling full again and I needed to let it out."

"It's… it's okay, baby," Deborah responded half-consciously, her eyes locked on his fat floppy cock as it pissed a finger-thick beam of steaming hot piss into the toilet bowl. "Just… try to be more careful next time."

She continued watching as he flushed the toilet multiple times during his minutes-long pissing session. All the while she just stayed on her hands and knees, fat ass up in the air, presenting her jism-splattered ass cheeks and MILF mound to her gradeschool son. Fat ropes of his dense pearly jelly slowly drooled down the backs of her thighs, spanned across her back, and clung in her hair. Sam looked down at her while he pissed, obviously enjoying the sight of his mommy's butt covered in his loads. When he was finished peeing he flushed one last time, stuffed his floppy spermy cock into his shorts, and smiled at her.

"Thanks, mommy."

Then he just walked out, leaving her there like some depraved whore he'd just paid to take his nasty loads all over her ass and pussy. She wondered if he had any inkling of how soaked she was from being used like that.

Later that evening Deborah was forced to endure another similar type of rapturous torture. She was curled up in her recliner reading a book and enjoying some rice pudding, one of her new favorite treats. She loved it because it gave her a secret thrill whenever she took the thick clumpy stuff in her mouth and chewed on the dense nuggets suspended in the creamy pudding. Though she felt a little shame about gobbling up the sweet gooey stuff while imagining it had actually come from her son's ballbag, she felt it was a reasonable accommodation to keep her from actually eating his sperm. Sam had gone to bed a couple hours ago, leaving her time to relax by herself without having to clean up any messes. She was wearing a comfy pair of tiny shorts that her huge ass cheeks had almost completely sucked between them and a low-cut tank top that made it blatantly obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Perfect lounging clothes, and an outfit she knew she could only wear when Sam wasn't around.

While she was reading she heard the sounds of Sam's little feet coming down the stairs. He walked into the living room wearing only a pair of undies featuring some of his favorite cartoon characters. The innocent childish images were perverted by his folded-over meat hose and massive balls obscenely stretching the fabric. The overstuffed pouch of his briefs was also quite obviously saturated with ballsweat and precum, and hot waves of his powerful musk radiated from his crotch. Deborah's mouth immediately started watering and her nipples stiffened.

"Sweetie? Did you need something?" she asked him, cocking her head to the side. Something seemed off about his movements and the expression on his face was one of bleary half-consciousness. He walked right up to where she was sitting and his sleepy gaze moved over her body, lingering on her big heavy titties for a few moments. She heard that familiar gurgling sound from his undies and saw the bulge begin growing. "Honey, what is it?" she asked again, her own eyes fixated on her boy's enormous package. He didn't respond and his eyes moved down to her fat ass cheeks, almost completely visible in her curled up position.

He tugged down the waistband of his briefs and let his big uncircumcised schlong flop out, followed immediately by his huge pendulous balls. Then he lifted his half-hard cock - larger in it's semi-erect state than any fully erect adult dick she'd ever seen - and aimed it at her. He began stroking it while unabashedly staring at his mother's scantily clad and insanely thick body.

That's when Deborah realized her little boy was sleepwalking. She'd always heard that you shouldn't wake someone while they were sleepwalking and she didn't want to do anything to harm him. She tried to think quick.

"Sam, sweetie," she said softly and soothingly, trying not to wake him, "You're having a dream, honey. You need to go back to bed."

Sam just grunted and Deborah stared in helpless awe as his cumslit opened wide and blasted a thick powerful beam of pearly white jism that splattered all over her exposed ass cheeks and the seat cushion under them. He kept jerking and shooting, jerking and shooting. Rope after rope of hot stinky cum splurted all over her butt, thighs, and even her crotch. He wasn't done yet, though. Sam moaned and his cock actually got even harder mid-orgasm, causing it to stand up more and the ropes arced higher and higher, gushing all over her stomach, the book in her hands, and then all over her big titties.

"Oooohh my god," she panted as Sam once again used her like an object, treating her like a fucking nut rag for his cum-splattering pleasure. Feeling like there was nothing she could do, she just sat there and let her little boy nut all over her, hosing her down in the thickest, hottest, stinkiest goddamn sperm she'd ever had the sick pleasure of beholding.

Finally he finished nutting, the last few jets arcing lower to spurt onto her wriggling bare toes. She watched as he pulled up on his cock and milked out one final pulse of sperm onto the living room carpet, then he just turned around and walked back upstairs.

She looked down at herself and moaned. She was utterly drenched in his wet dream jelly. Her top was so fucking soaked that it was transparent, her wide dark areolas clearly visible through the thin, cum-logged fabric. Her fat ass and meaty thighs were glazed in a thick layer of his sperm. The heat and smell of her son's voluminous loads was so powerful she thought she could almost see it in the air. She bit her lip as an orgasm quickly approached and she felt helpless to stop it.

Deborah gushed so hard it blasted right through the scant crotch of her shorts and all over the seat cushion, mingling with Sam's cum loads and adding her own MILF musk to the scent of boy dick and sperm jelly. She stayed there for a few timeless moments, shuddering and moaning and squirting as her mind replayed what she'd just seen and experienced. Deborah had always had the most powerful orgasms when masturbating to the thought of men using her as an object for their own pleasure. Now her little boy was so used to his mommy's newly casual approach to his perverted jerkoff sessions that he was using her like a worthless slut in his fucking sleep! That thought only made her gush even harder. It was a few minutes before her orgasm subsided and she finally managed to get up and walk to the shower, leaving a dripping trail of Sam sperm and mommy juice in her wake.

However, the greatest test of her resolution to not make Sam feel bad about his bizarre disorder came early one morning while she was sleeping in her bed. Deep in slumber, she didn't hear her the sound of her bedroom door opening or Sam's footsteps as he approached.

Sam walked up to where his beautiful mother was sleeping on her back. Her covers were down near her waist and her thin bedsheet was haphazardly draped over her ample, naked breasts, only barely covering them. He could see a glimpse of just the top of one of her brown areolas above the sheet hem, and just below that the fabric was tented on each of her tits where her hard nipples pressed against them. She had a blissful expression on her sleeping face: lips slightly parted, a subtle smile, eyebrows barely raised. She looked so happy and pretty and…

Sam's horse nuts rumbled and his cock pulsed in his briefs.

He stood there thinking for a moment. He knew even though his mommy had been a lot nicer about his "big fat stinky donkey dick" - as Doctor Barbara called it - there were probably limits to the things she'd accept. Then again… she was asleep, so maybe it was okay? Maybe she wouldn't know if he tugged it just a little next to her face, and if she didn't know then she couldn't get upset, right?

Sam looked around and located a small footstool in the corner of the room. He carefully carried it to the side of her bed. Luckily it was light enough that he could do so with little effort and almost no noise. He set it down gently next to his mother's bed and climbed up onto it. Standing there next to her sleeping form, the footstool put his crotch a few inches above eye level to her. He decided this was the perfect position and angle for what he wanted to do, so he then quietly and carefully lowered the waistband of his briefs enough to let his heavy member flop out, but left his big hefty balls in their cotton hammock to support them. He knew he'd need that support to keep them from swinging around and slapping against his mommy's bed, or maybe even her face.

He grasped his steadily hardening cock with both hands and began to slowly stroke it as he looked down at his mommy's face. His cock was already sweaty from a long hot night under his covers, so the extra moisture helped lubricate his stroke session. The sight of his mother's gorgeous face made his dick flex and start drooling hot slimy precum that he used his little fingers to work up and down his shaft, lubing it up even more with the stinky pre-seed.

SCHLICK! SCHLUK! SCHLAK! SCHLICK!

His mommy's nostrils flared in her sleep and she furrowed her brow just a little. Sam's heart stopped in his chest and his hands stopped their motion on his slimy, precum-lubed cock. Was she going to wake up and get angry at him? But then, her mouth opened and in a sleepy slurred voice she said "Mmmm, stinky boy."

Sam had to bite his lip to stifle a moan. His mommy was smelling his sweaty musky cock in her sleep and she seemed to be enjoying it! That meant it must not be bad that he was jerking off right over her face, so it would be okay to continue, right? That was all the permission he needed, so Sam went back to two-handed tugging his monster schlong. His big dickhole opened wide as it continuously oozed precum that ran down his shaft, over his fingers, and into the fabric of his already soaked briefs. Plenty of it dripped down his thighs and splattered onto the pillow next to his mother's face.

"You gonna feed… mmm… mommy?" Deborah continued mumbling in her sleep, "Feed it to me? Big smelly dick… gooey spunk… god you stink."

Sam was panting with instinctual lust as his mother unknowingly encouraged him in her sleep. His enormous balls gurgled even louder than before. This was bad. Though he'd gotten better at controlling his cum loads and only shooting out a little spunk when he needed some relief, there was a limit to how much control he actually had. If he wasn't careful, a hell of a lot more sperm was going to come out than he intended. At the same time… he couldn't make himself stop!

"Let me… let mommy suck it," Deborah unconsciously slurred, apparently dreaming about a cock she'd like to suck while her own son's meat pipe hovered over her face. Sam wondered if maybe, just maybe, she was dreaming of his big stinky dick.

"Ohh no," Sam whispered, "I'm sorry mommy! Some's gonna come out!"

Thinking about his mommy sucking his sensitive cock was enough to make his nuts pull up tight to his crotch and his cum tube bulged. He started panting and grit his teeth, sweat beading up on his forehead as he exerted himself to hold it back as much as possible. He knew it was going to come out, but if he could just focus then maybe it wouldn't be too much. Maybe it would be okay.

Sam's big cumslit dilated wide like a mouth opening and then began disgorging a steady flow of thick, clumpy, backed up cum nuggets from deep inside his ballsack.

TTHHHHBBLLLLRRRRTTTTT!! FFFBBLLLRRRRRTTTT!! BBLLLOORRRTT!!

The nasty, stinky, gelatinous wads of ultra-virile boy jism pushed out of his dickhole like the thick coagulated paper-mache paste he'd used to make crafts in school. The continuously drooling chunky river plopped down onto his mother's pillow right next to her face, fat gummy globs of sperm piling up like pearly jelly beans.

PLORP! PLOP! PLERP! SPLAP!

The cum stink was so powerful now it made Sam's eyes start watering as his cum curds continued pushing out of his cock head and piling up next to his mommy's beautiful slumbering face.

"MMmmmm, nasty nut babies… so stinky," his mommy muttered, "You gotta lotta jelly for… for your mommy? Dump your loads… in mommy's mouth, baby." Sam stared wide-eyed and his cock continued depositing his reeking jelly wads onto his mommy's pillow as she slowly opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She was literally asking him to feed her his smelly backed up sperm!

Sam was so incredibly tempted that he almost obliged his sleeping mother's request, but he thought about what Doctor Barbara had told him and he whimpered pitifully. She'd been very clear with her instructions the last time he'd spoke with her on the phone.

She had called a couple weeks back and spoke with his mommy as part of the "follow-up." She had encouraged Deborah to take breaks and give herself time away from home to unwind. She'd even suggested some times that would be best for Sam's health, such as going out when the boy was asleep or when he was occupied watching cartoons. Then, when Deborah was away one day following the doctor's advice, the phone rang and Sam picked it up. It was Doctor Barbara and she wanted to talk to Sam directly.

The nice older lady gave him her personal phone number and told him to call her at least a few times a week, but only when his mommy was asleep or away. That way they could talk privately. She said it was some kinda "doctor patient confa denchee allity" or something. He didn't know what that meant, but he liked talking to Doctor Barbara. She told him lots of things and gave him lots of ideas, but one thing she was very clear about was that he should not cum in his mommy's mouth. She said it was very important and she would be cross with him if he didn't follow her specific instructions. Sam was a good boy and he didn't want to be in trouble, so he did what the doctor said. She had explained to him exactly why this was so, and exactly what he could expect if he followed her orders, and what she described sounded so good to Sam that he was able to resist the urge to dump his ball babies into his mother's wide-open sleeping mouth.

Nonetheless, he could feel more cum rising up his shaft and he was afraid of what was about to come out. Thinking fast, he turned his cock to the side and aimed it at the headboard just in time. A huge fucking jet of boy sperm rocketed from his cumslit and splattered loudly against the wood. The sound was apparently enough to rouse his mommy from her slumber. Her eyes fluttered open and rolled around to look up at him with a groggy gaze. Sam froze, his meat pipe slipping out of his hands and going back to its natural position which just so happened to be pointed directly at her face. His heart was pounding in his chest. Was she gonna get mad at him now?

"Wha… what're you doing, Sa-" she began, then she stopped and her eyes opened wider as she took in the sight before her. Deborah's hung baby boy had his slimy stinky cock pulled out over the waistband of his briefs, his huge horse nuts still stuffed inside them and stretching the fabric almost to its breaking point, and a big thick cord of his sperm was dangling from the hooded tip of his monster schlong. She looked up toward the headboard and saw the cum splatter on it, then her eyes turned to the gigantic pile of his jiggling nut children moldering on her pillow only a couple inches from her face. She could visibly see steam rising off the scalding hot jelly babies and her nostrils opened wide as she sucked in the dizzying stink of pure concentrated Sammy spunk.

"Ohhh my god, Sam!" she moaned, "You were dumping your loads on my pillow… while I was asleep? Sam… it's so thick!They look like… gooey gummy bears. Unnnh! And they fucking stink like-"

SSSSSSSHHHPLLLRRRRTTTTT!!!

Sam couldn't help it. He had tried, he really had. He'd exerted every ounce of will he could muster in his little eight year old body, but he just wasn't powerful enough to stop it. With his massive hooded knob pointed right at his mother's beautiful face, Sam started nutting in earnest.

SSPLLOORRRRCCHHH!! SSPPPLLLLEEERRRRTTTT!! SHHHPLURT! SSHPPLUURRRTT!! SSSPPPPPLLLLLRRRRBBBLLLRRRTTTT!!

Huge, pulsing, finger-width jets of pudding-thick semen rocketed from his wide-open cum slit and blasted onto his mother's forehead, in her hair, across her nose, onto her pillow and headboard, and all over her wide-open eyes. Sam's hands moved reflexively to his wrist-thick shaft and began feverishly stroking, milking out more and more jism without him even fully realizing what he was doing. His primal urges were completely overriding his judgment, fear of consequences, and even his morals. He was utterly powerless to stop it. Somehow, even though his little boy brain was marinating in huge waves of dopamine and endorphins, even though his eyes were fluttering and he felt like his entire body was now completely under the control of his dick and balls, he was still able to use his sliver of remaining willpower to at least keep his gushing cock from aiming toward his mother's mouth. Instead, he utterly covered the entire upper half of her face and head in thick, clumpy, piping hot sperm jelly.

SSPPPLLLUURRRRTTTT!! SSHHHHPPLLLRRRRRTTTT!! SSPLLLOORRRPPPP!! SSPLLLLAAAARRRPPPPLLLLTTT!!

Deborah lay there in perverted shock as her little boy used her face as a jizz rag. Blasting rope after rope of the coagulated ball gravy that had been brewing up in his big sweaty balls overnight all over her goddamn eyes and forehead like she was some kind of free-use cum slut. The first blast was enough to completely bury her open eyes in his wriggling ball babies, the pungent seed making her eyes sting intensely. She closed them, but that only served to smear more of his ball cream over her burning eyes. Sam didn't seem to care, he just kept right on nutting, shooting more and more of his unbelievably thick sperm all over her face. Well, not all over her face.

She opened her mouth wide and let out a wanton moan, extending her tongue and wagging it up and down in anticipation of him finally forcing her to eat his sperm. If he nutted in her mouth like this, there wasn't really any way for her to stop it, so it wouldn't be her fault, would it? Yet, for some reason he wouldn't shoot any in her mouth. Though she did notice he seemed to moan louder and shoot even harder when she showed him her wide open mouth and wordlessly begged him to flood it with his nut children. Deborah just laid there passively, accepting all of it, letting Sam use her face however he wanted to drain his over-productive balls.

Finally, after what seemed like a few minutes of continuous ejaculation, Sam's spurting became weaker and weaker until his dickhole was slowly burbling the last of his thick wads. Her entire pillow, headboard, and the upper half of her face were blasted and splattered and fucking covered in Sam's overnight-brewed ball babies. The room stank of boy-bull jism and dick sweat. Deborah was panting, her mouth still wide open, her tongue still extended as she lay there wearing an inch-thick half-mask of her pre-pubescent son's jiggling ball pudding.

Sam looked down at her, panting and sweaty, still holding his half-hard horse cock in his hands. He couldn't believe he'd actually nutted all over his mommy's face, and even all over her open eyes! But… she hadn't tried to move, or yell at him, or anything. In fact she didn't seem upset at all. Instead, just as bafflingly as before, she almost seemed to… enjoy it! Maybe Doctor Barbara really did know what she was talking about.

"M-mommy, I'm… I'm sorry," he whimpered, "I needed to nut real bad and I saw you sleeping and… I don't know, it just came out. I'm sorry I blew my big stinky loads of sperm jelly all over your face and in your eyes… and on your pillow… and your headboard. Are you mad at me for shooting so much ball gravy on your pretty face?" This was said with the pure, innocent earnestness of a child, albeit one who had been casually taught all kinds of filthy fucking words to describe his staggering endowment and ejaculatory volume. His cum-blasted mommy responded by moaning, her body shuddering wildly, and then Sam heard a wet gushing sound from under her covers.

SSSHHPLOOOORRRSSSSSHHH!!

Deborah felt like her brain was melting as she bucked her hips and had a hard-gushing orgasm under her covers. Her cunt blasted like a firehose, flooding her mattress with her hot MILF juice like a geyser going off. Sam's eyes grew wide as it sounded like his mommy was peeing her bed. She writhed under her covers making her sperm mask jiggle even more obscenely as she gushed and gushed and gushed!

She'd never been so casually used in all her life. Deborah had fantasized about being used by a dominant man for pretty much her entire adult life, but she'd never had someone actually do it because she was too meek to ask for it. A couple guys she'd been with had taken charge a little, maybe giving her a light swat on the ass or a little dirty talk, but she'd never in her life had someone walk in while she was sleeping and fucking glue her eyes shut as if she was just a fucking sex doll, a brainless inanimate thing whose only purpose was helping drain the balls of a horny bull stud. The fact that it was her own fucking son that had done this to her only made her brain-frying orgasm even more powerful.

Eventually the orgasmic waves began to slowly subside and Deborah regained enough of her faculties to decide she neededto suck down Sam's sperm. She couldn't take it anymore, it was right there, right on her face, and all she had to do was reach up and shovel his hot, nasty, stinky jism into her wide open mouth and she'd finally be able to gobble up the most heavenly loads of cum on the planet. She started moving one hand toward her face and just the thought made her gush a little harder. Her hand was a foot from her face, six inches, two inches…

PPPSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHPLARSSSHHH!!

Before she could reach Sam's piled up cum on her face, her cheek was slammed with a beam of boy pee blasting so fucking hard it felt like a punch to the face. Her little boy was now using her prone passive face as a fucking urinal for his firehose of a cock, pissing so goddamn hard and so fucking much that it felt like being blasted with the full force of a urine-filled pressure washer.

Sam had felt the sensation building as he watched his beautiful sperm-splattered mother writhe on her bed and listened to her enthusiastically "pee" all over her mattress. The sound of her gushing like a fire hydrant, combined with the fact that he'd just blown a gigantic load and hadn't yet taken his big morning pee… it was all just too much. Sam couldn't hold back. The flood gates had opened and his loving mother's beautiful face was now inadvertently serving as the potty for his stallion-force piss.

Yet, again, she didn't try to move. She didn't try to stop him. She just lay there and took it. Sam stood there in shock, pissing and pissing and fucking pissing like a racehorse all over his mommy's passive face, and all the while she simply let him do it.

The powerfully blasting beam of piss sprayed Deborah's face clean of Sam's fat loads of jism in a matter of a couple seconds. Her initial pang of disappointment at not being able to finally gobble up Sam's stinky jelly babies was immediately replaced with a new kind of perverted lust as she was hosed down with her hung baby boy's first piss of the day. She knew it was his first pee because of the raw geysering power of it, but also because the powerful musky scent of the stuff.

Having just used her eyes, forehead, hair, and pillow as a fucking nut rag, her sweet eight-year-old Sammy was now using her face like a trucker using a rest stop urinal after a nonstop twelve hour haul. Deborah felt like a complete slut, a submissive cum-dump piss-mop whose only purpose was to receive the backed up produce of a hung dom's sweaty fuck pipe. Lying there, having her face hosed down in scalding hot boy piss from her son's seemingly bottomless bladder, Deborah started shuddering as another immoral orgasm crackled through her nervous system. She thrust her hands under her covers, stuffed three fingers up her gushing pussy, then opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, wagging it up and down.

"UUuunnnhhhhhh!" she moaned, her tongue flinging droplets of spit because her mouth was constantly watering from the stink of unwashed dick, potent sperm, and musky piss. Sam whimpered as he watched his mother debase herself and, with his cock now fully driving his brain, he couldn't resist aiming his twelve inches of semi-erect shota schlong at her mouth and gushing it full of his dark amber urine.

SSSHHHPPPIIIISSSHHHHHH!!

Deborah's mouth was flooded full of her son's morning piss in a matter of moments. The wet sound of him filling up her mouth quickly increased in pitch like a bottle being filled rapidly, then the frothing yellow liquid overflowed from her mouth and started pouring all over her neck and pillow. All the while she just lay there, letting him piss anywhere he liked, as much as he liked.

Sam had never even considered the idea of choosing to pee on his mommy's face, but something about the way she seemed completely willing to have her face and mouth blasted with his piping hot urine made his nuts gurgle loudly again. He didn't know why, but he really liked peeing on her like this. Seeing how receptive she was to it - so receptive in fact that she was acting like a human piss receptacle - he figured there was no point in stopping or aiming away from her, so he started slowly moving his cock side-to-side, really hosing down her entire face, her hair, her pillow, her covers, fucking everywhere!

Deborah gargled her little boy's voluminous piss and luxuriated in the hot blasting liquid soaking her face, hair, and bed so thoroughly. All she could smell and taste was her son's urine and as her baby boy continued hosing her down she shook with another mini-orgasm. As her eyes rolled back in her head, wide open even as Sam continued pissing directly on them, she began to seriously worry how many of these orgasms she could actually handle. Would her heart explode if her horse-hung little man continued using her as a combination sperm bank and mommy urinal? In the rapturous fog of her piss-induced orgasm she decided she didn't care. If Sam wanted to piss all over her face until she came so hard she fucking died, she couldn't think of a better way to go out.

Finally, after her mattress was soaked all the way down to the box spring with Sam's hot morning piss, the little boy grunted a few times and pushed out the last big bursts of pee from deep in his bladder. Deborah dutifully held her overflowing mouth open for him to deposit as much of it inside as he liked. When his cock trickled out the last little dribbling spurts of pee, he let go of his flaccid member and let it flop down over his underwear-encased ballsack, the hooded tip leaking droplets of liquid gold onto her pillow. To Sam's continuing amazement, his mommy closed her mouth around that huge mouthful of his steaming hot piss, her cheeks bulging and stretched to their limits, and then her graceful neck started undulating as she took swallow after swallow of the musky salty liquid.

Unk, gulk, glunk, glulk

She swallowed four times before she got it all down. Then Sammy's pee slut of a mother opened her mouth and extended her tongue, panting softly, faint puffs of piss-heated steam rising from her wide open and completely empty mouth. It was as if she wanted to show him - prove to him - that she'd swallowed every last drop he'd gushed into her mouth. Sam's limp meat hose pulsed a couple times and actually got a little fatter and longer from the filthy debased sight. In the same way he'd never even thought about peeing on his mommy's face, he'd definitely never considered having her drink his pee like that. Yet, something about it made his nuts gurgle loudly again and he couldn't help but think about how much he likedpeeing in her mouth!

"Are you… are you done, baby?" Deborah asked, turning her half-lidded and piss-soaked eyes up toward her little boy.

"Y-yes, mommy," he said, wide-eyed and in awe, "I didn't mean to pee on you like that. I just blasted my ball babies so hard and… I hadn't peed this morning and… you started peeing really hard and the sound just… I don't know, it made me have to go really bad. I'm… sorry?" His voice rose at the end of that statement, turning it into a question because he was genuinely confused as to whether what he'd just done was wrong. He knew that nutting all over his mother's face and then pressure-washing it off with the entire contents of his bladder - including overflowing her mouth with the hot yellow liquid - would absolutely be considered wrong in every way possible under normal circumstances. Was it still wrong though if she seemed to like it so much? Was it still wrong if she peed really hard while he did it, too?

"It's… it's alright, Sam," she said, panting softly, "I know you… couldn't hold it back." She sat up, holding her sheets against her ample breasts as she did so. Though she'd become more forgiving of her son's habit of blasting loads of cum all over the house - and all over her - she still knew it wasn't right to be naked in front of him. She blushed as she considered how perverted it was that she felt it was inappropriate for her boy to see her large areolas and incredibly hard and sensitive nipples, but somehow it was perfectly understandable for him to glaze her face with his hot ball gravy and then wash it off with a steaming shower of his urgent morning pee.

Deborah looked over her shoulder and saw her pillow still had some of Sam's fat ropes of cum clinging to it and it also was soaked all the way to the core with his piss. Big thick cords of his dense virile nut jelly were also slowly drooping and drooling down her headboard. Her entire room reeked of unwashed boy dick, potent stinky jism, and huge quantities of urine. Still holding her sheets against her with one hand to hide her big mommy milkers from her son, she ran her other hand through her hair and felt how absolutely saturated it was. She wrapped her fingers around her hair like she was going to put it back in a pony tail, then squeezed it and pulled down to squeegee Sam's hot piss out of it. A substantial amount of the musky amber liquid squished out of her hair and splashed noisily onto the sheets behind her, further soaking her bed in it. Deborah bit her lip as she thought about the fact that Sam had basically used her as a piss mop.

"I guess I should start sleeping with my hair in a bun," she said softly. Her face and neck flushed as part of her wondered why exactly she was this comfortable with what was happening. It was one thing to not scold her son for a medical condition he did nothing to deserve, but it was something else entirely to not scold him even when he emptied the full contents of his balls and bladder all over her face. Even stranger, after being on the receiving end of an absolutely perverted and immoral act, why was her immediate response to wonder if it would be more convenient for her to wear her hair in a bun so he wouldn't soak it with quite as much piss next time? The fact that Deborah didn't feel any stress or anxiety about what had just happened… actually made her start to feel a little stressed and anxious. What was happening to her?

Sam stuffed his slimy cock back into his woefully inadequate briefs and climbed down off the footstool. Then he looked up at Deborah with those adorable puppy dog eyes. "I know you said it's okay, but I still feel bad. Can I… can I make it up to you, mommy?"

She cooed, feeling her heart melt and her stomach flutter. She immediately forgot her concerns of a moment ago as she was overwhelmed with love and affection for her baby boy. She had to resist the urge to lean down and kiss him right on the lips. Some part of her was vaguely aware that this too was evidence of things being… off somehow.

"Well, you don't have to do anything, little man. But if you want to, sure, you can make it up to me. What did you wanna do?"

"Um… I don't really know, mommy," he responded sheepishly, "I just… I feel bad for blowing my loads all over your face and peeing in your mouth."

Deborah squeezed her thighs together and a small moan escaped her lips. Would she ever get used to her little boy saying such filthy things? She smiled warmly at him. "You're such a considerate boy. Hmm, let's see… oh, I know! Could you make mommy some more of those pancakes you made for me on Mother's Day? You're a very good cook. Those really were the yummiest pancakes I've ever had! Is that too much to ask?"

Sam's eyes lit up and his nuts gurgled loudly. "Really? Sure, mommy! I can make some more. I'll go get started!" He smiled up at her, then turned around and excitedly hurried out her door. Deborah's eyes watched his cute little ass in those briefs as he exited and wondered what her sweet little man's asshole smelled like.

Sam closed her bedroom door behind him, then she pulled back her sheets and got out of bed. Moving to her closet, she pulled out one of her low-cut tank tops and looked at it, then looked down at her big, heavy, naked breasts. Should she go through the trouble of wearing a bra? She shrugged and pulled on the tank top, the fabric thin enough for her dark areolas to show through, albeit very faintly. She looked down at the thong she was wearing, her mommy mound barely covered by the triangle of fabric in the front, then she pulled out a pair of comfy booty shorts and stepped into them, pulling them up to fit snugly around her thick thighs and against her puffy camel toe. The shorts were so small they showed off a good two-thirds of her big fat ass, with the thin string of her thong visibly coming up out of the top of her ass crack and branching into equally thin straps that ran over the tops of her wide hips, only to disappear again under the front of her booty shorts waistband. They were like two lines pointed directly to her pussy, subconsciously hinting at one of the places she secretly wanted her son to deposit his gigantic loads of sperm.

Deborah looked at herself in the mirror and, because of her newfound comfort with the things that had been happening, she just shrugged again and said "Fuck it." If Sam was going to be more comfortable with his horse loads blasting everywhere, why shouldn't she get to at least wear more comfortable clothes?

Not bothering to put on socks or shoes, she walked down the stairs and through the living room, her bare feet almost silent on the carpeted floor. She stepped into the kitchen with a smile on her face.

"Do you want me to help you make… break… fast?"

Deborah's voice trailed off and her eyes grew wide as she took in the sight before her.

Sam did indeed seem to be preparing her pancakes, as evidenced by the open box of pancake mix on the counter right next to a large mixing bowl. However, what had made her stop in her tracks was the fact that Sam was on the counter, barefoot and naked except for that same pair of sweaty musky undies, and he was squatting down right next to the mixing bowl with his throbbing donkey dick in his hands. He was slowly stroking his fat hooded cock and softly moaning when she walked in, then as she spoke he looked at her and blushed. His hands didn't stop gently tugging his flexing member, though.

His eyes traveled over his mommy's insanely curvaceous form with her huge boobies straining her tank top, her areolas showing through the thin cotton, and her tiny little shorts that looked like they were going to rip in half from trying to contain her thick thighs and huge ass. Sam moaned, his cock flexed in his hand, and it spurted a big jet of hot pearly boy nut into the mixing bowl with a wet splattering sound.

SSHHPLLUUURRRPLLTT!

"S-Sammy? What… what are you doing?" his mommy asked, looking very confused and concerned.

"You weren't s'posed to come in yet, mommy! I'm - UUNNHHH - making your pancakes." His dickhole opened wide and spurted out a jet of extra clumpy sperm that audibly splattered into the bowl as well.

FFPLLUUURRPPRRRLLLUUURRTTT!

He had an intense look of concentration on his face as he tried to deposit the correct amount of his jism without blowing his full load.

"I… you… wh-what?" Deborah suddenly felt dizzy as she watched her son grunt and spurt another thick rope of wriggling ball jelly into the mixing bowl from his squatted position next to it.

"I'm sorry, mommy. Doctor Barbara said - HHNHHHH!"

SSHHPPLLLUUUUUUURRRRRTT!

Sam panted a few times, then continued. "She said to not let you know about it. She said it'd work better if you didn't know."

"Doctor… Barbara?" she swallowed hard. "Sam, I need you to tell me exactly what you mean. Don't lie to me, and don't you dare keep secrets from your mommy. What did she tell you to do?"

Sam looked worried. This was the sternest his mother had been in a long time. Yet… she didn't tell him to stop stroking his cock. He continued slowly milking his member as he met her gaze. "Well, um… she's been calling and we talk on the phone cause she likes to give me phone check-ups. She said that you were under a lot of stress and I needed to help you. She said I needed to start nutting in your food, that if you ate my sperm it'd help you feel better and make you happier and healthier. But she said I'm not s'posed to cum in your mouth cause it's too strong and it needs to be mixed into other stuff, and I'm also not s'posed to tell you about it. So on Mommy's Day I spurted some of my ball jelly into your pancakes. But I promise it wasn't a whole lot, mommy! Doctor Barbara said 'a few fat ropes' should be enough. You seemed to really like it and you were so nice to me right afterward when you helped me blow my loa-UNNHHH!"

SSPPPLOOOORRRRRRRTTTT!!

He took a few moments to catch his breath again after jettisoning another dense salvo of nut children into the mixing bowl, then he kept explaining. "It seemed like it worked, so I've been cumming in your food every day since then. I know you like to eat your rice pudding, so I've been nutting in it. I also spurted cum into the ranch dressing you like, and the mayonnaise jar, and your yogurt, and the cream for your coffee. Doctor Barbara gave me lots of ideas of what to cum in so you wouldn't know. I'm sorry, mommy. I hope you aren't mad at me cause I've been shooting so much of my stinky sperm in your food."

Deborah's hand gripped the door frame to keep her weak knees from buckling under her. In a flash her mind replayed that Mother's Day breakfast along with all the interactions she'd had with Sam in the days since. She remembered the rush of love and affection she'd felt as soon as she swallowed that first bite of pancakes. She remembered how good she'd felt in the following days each time she'd eaten yogurt, or rice pudding, or drank coffee. She thought about how comfortableshe'd become with her underage son's big stinky cock and huge nasty loads of backed up jism. Then she remembered something Dr. Chakowski had whispered into her ear.

"It's so much better once you give in."

She hadn't given in. She had resisted. She'd been a good mother, a loving mother. She'd tried to help her baby boy with his unbelievable condition and she'd done it while keeping at bay urges that were so strong she worried they might break her mind. Yet, after all of that, through no fault of her own, without her knowing or consenting… she'd been swallowing her eight year old boy's incredibly thick and intoxicatingly stinky loads of jism for days on end.

Deborah quietly cursed that perverted doctor. The bitch had been right. It was so much fucking better once she ate her son's sperm.

"M-mommy? Are you okay? Are you… mad at me?" Sam asked, his cock drooling cum into the mixing bowl as he watched her anxiously. His bewildered mother just let go of the door frame, slowly walked over to the kitchen table with her wide hips and big boobies swaying side-to-side, and sat down at the table without a word. She stared blankly ahead for a few silent moments, her hands resting on the table along with her big, heavy, unrestrained tits. The only sound in the room was the soft slick noises of Sam still tugging his sperm-lubed cock.

She turned her head and looked at him. "I'm ready to eat my breakfast, Sam."

Sam's heart started pounding in his little chest. "Wh-what do you mean?" He looked down into the bowl at the mound of powdered pancake mix with a few thick ropes of his ball jelly splattered across it. His gaze returned to his mommy. "I'm not finished making your pancakes."

Deborah licked her lips, then calmly met her son's gaze. "Sammy, sweetie… I'm ready to eat my breakfast, even if it's still… raw. Are you ready to… feed it to me?" Her pulse thrummed in her ears. She'd already been consuming his sperm, so what was the point of resisting any longer? The fight was over. She had lost. Yet, even still, her deep-seated avoidant nature made her unable to ask for it directly. She only hoped her boy could connect the dots for himself. Seeing the look of confusion still on his cute face, she decided to give him another nudge. "Doctor Barbara isn't here, Sam. She doesn't know what you don't tell her. So… can you feed mommy a big hot breakfast?"

SSSSHHHPLLLRRRRRPPLLLLLRRRRTTTTTTT!!!

Sam's body responded to his mommy's innuendo before the innocent and inexperienced boy could fully put the pieces together in his mind. He just stared at her wide-eyed as his cock fired off a few more big jets of nut custard into the bowl of pancake mix. With their eyes locked on one another, Deborah slowly opened her mouth and extended her tongue, showing her loving son where he could deposit her breakfast.

Sam swallowed hard, trying to parse what was happening. Was she serious? Did she really mean what it sounded like she meant? He stared at her for a few moments trying to decide what he was supposed to do. He thought about how passive she'd been when he blew his load all over her denim-clad ass in the bathroom, or how she'd just laid in her bed and let him cum and pee all over her face. He remembered that perfect moment in the doctor's office when Dr. Barbara had aimed his gushing cock at his mommy's massive breasts and she'd just sat there, letting him nut all over her. It seemed that she would let him do almost anything, especially now. So if she was saying she was ready, that she wanted it, and as long as Dr. Barbara didn't find out… it was okay, wasn't it?

Sam hopped down off the counter and slowly walked over to the kitchen table. He pulled out the chair across from his scantily-clad mother and climbed up onto it, then placed one bare foot on the tabletop, then the other. Deborah didn't move or flinch, she just passively sat there with her mouth open and tongue out, looking up into her baby boy's eyes as he tentatively stepped toward her on the table. His enormous donkey dick swayed with each small step, the wrist-thick fuck pipe listing downward under its own hefty weight. He stopped once his slimy hooded knob was a couple inches from his mommy's face, her eyes looking up into his with that strange expression again, the one he'd seen girls in movies give to boys they really liked.

"O-okay, momma," he said, one hand grasping his fat cock and lifting it up a little to aim the bulbous head at his mother's wide open mouth. "You wanna eat your breakfast now? Like… like this?"

Deborah responded by letting her tongue loll out of her mouth, a little mommy drool dangling and dripping off the end of it, then out of her beautiful mouth came "Uuuunnnhhhh."

Sam shuddered as he heard his nuts gurgle and felt them begin pulling up toward his crotch. That familiar sensation began building at the root of his cock and quickly worked it's way up his little body, like an electric charge crackling up his spine and into his brain. This was going to be a big one. He could feel it. If she didn't want him to do this, she would have stopped him by now, wouldn't she?

"Fill mommy's mouth with your love, baby," Deborah said with the same breathy, sultry voice she'd used on Mother's Day while holding his little body against hers and encouraging him to blow his loads in his shorts.

There wasn't a force on earth that could stop what was coming now. Sam started to hear a faint ringing in his ears and he felt his cock engorge to the hardest it had ever been, the thick bulging veins wrapped around it pulsing in time with his heartbeat. His already massive cock head bloated even more, becoming darker and angrier looking as it pushed out of his foreskin a little more. His coinslot dickhole - already open enough for Deborah to see inside it a little - gaped open obscenely in preparation for what was about to come.

Deborah watched with rapt attention and time slowed down for her. She could see her son's fat cock head pulsing in time with his heartbeat, his entire shaft following suit. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in his raw dick stink from only a couple inches away. Finally, after all these months of torture, months of fighting so hard to resist she felt like it would give her an aneurysm, months of enduring load after load of hot gooey boy nut being gushed everywhere but her mouth… finally it was over.

Finally she was about to fucking devour her perfect boy's ball candy like it was the only food left on earth.

SSSHHHPPLLLLUUUUURRRRRRPLLLLLUUUURRRRRTTTTTT!!

The geysering jet of piping hot Sammy nut rocketed into her wide open mouth and impacted the entrance to her throat with so much power that it simultaneously triggered her gag reflex and forced a huge portion of it down her throat at the same time. She let out a loud gurgling gag and coughed up a big helping of boy jelly back onto his spurting cock and stroking hands, while still being forced to swallow even more of it. She started shuddering with the approach of her own orgasm while Sam just continued fucking pissing a continuous beam of his ball gravy into her mommy slut mouth.

Sam looked down at his mother and groaned, seeing stars in his vision as he watched his fat, sperm-slathered cock gushing his hot stinky love for his mommy directly into her beautiful mouth. This was the mouth that kissed him goodnight, the mouth that read him bedtime stories, the mouth that told him she loved him very much, and he was fucking nutting all in it! His still blasting beam of sperm gushed even harder as he thought about this and pissed his mother's mouth full of jism.

Deborah felt Sam's hot clumpy sperm piling up on her tongue and flooding her mouth, her baby boy still pissing the first enormous jet of his incredibly powerful orgasm. If someone would have asked her at that moment though, she wouldn't have been able to say if it was the first beam or the fiftieth. She lost all sense of time, all sense of everything except for the fucking smell, the fucking stink, the nasty clotted texture, the volume, and the goddamn intoxicating, overpowering, mind-breaking flavor of her eight year old son's load of backed up ball babies.

She'd never tasted anything like it in her life. Yes, it was nasty. It was probably the nastiest fucking thing she'd ever taken in her mouth. But, somehow… it was also fucking delicious! Strong, slightly bitter, buttery, savory, tangy, and with hints of sweetness that she imagined were the result of him being so fucking young! It would be one thing to have her mouth nutted full of such incredibly vulgar sperm from a grown man, but this was coming from the big, heavy, hairless horse nuts of her perfect little man who wasn't even out of the third fucking grade! How the fuck could he be packing so much floppy horse cock? How the fuck could he have such gigantic balls? And how the fuck could he nut like a goddamn team of stallions? Deborah had no idea how any of this was possible, but as her boy kept blowing his load in her mouth she was infinitely grateful for it. Her orgasm crested and she gushed a huge torrent of piping hot mommy juice through the crotch of her booty shorts, all over the seat of her chair, her thighs, calves, and the kitchen floor around her feet.

Sam was panting as he blasted his mommy's mouth full of jism with his first big spurt, then it just kept on spurting, the thick pearly stuff overflowing from her mouth to drool down her chin and dribble and splatter onto her big mommy milkers. Finally that first beam abated and her half-lidded eyes rolled around to look up at him, glassy and unfocused. Sam felt the second jet rising from his nuts and his beautiful mommy let out a wet gurgling gargle through the enormous mouthful of hot gooey kid cum.

GGLUUGGLLLUURRGLLLURRGGLLE!

"HHNNHHH!!" Sam groaned and his cock flexed, then started pissing the second gushing blast of jism.

This next beam of Sam's ball sauce spurted up Deborah's nose, all over her open left eye, onto her forehead, and into her hair. The rest of it arced over her head to splatter loudly onto the kitchen floor behind her. She didn't even try to close her eyes, she just kept passively looking up at her perfect son and his fat spurting cock. She felt it would be disrespectful for her to close her eyes while he was using her face as his cum dump. She wanted to show him what a good nut slut she was, a perfectly submissive sperm toilet mommy. To help prove this, while he was gushing the last of his second pulse of kid nut onto the kitchen floor, she snorted loudly and sucked a big pull of his clotted sperm up her nose and into her sinuses. Instead of swallowing his clumpy jism down the back of her throat, she just left it there, feeling the incredible mass and density of Sam's ball jelly packing the end of her sinuses and slowly oozing down into her throat. It caused her eyes to water a little, but it was worth it to further demonstrate to her baby boy that he could use her in literally any way he wanted. The stinging in her cum-covered eye didn't matter, nor did any discomfort from having her sinuses inseminated. All that mattered was that he nutted as hard as he possibly could. In her cum-drunk stupor Deborah was convinced this was what a good mother was supposed to provide for her son: a willing, passive receptacle for his hot, clumpy, stinky sperm in the form of her face, mouth, nose, eyes, and wherever else her perfect baby boy wanted to shoot his fucking loads.

Sam stared down at his cumslut of a mother as he kept jerking his spermy cock, his fingers absolutely coated in his seed along with his pulsating kid schlong. His dickhole dilated again and another beam of his ball pudding erupted all over his mommy's face, spurting directly into her other open eye and completely paving it over in a thick wriggling layer of his boy frosting. That continuous beam of hot nut splurted all over her cheek and forehead and into her hair as well, further covering her face in his dense genetic sludge.

More and more fat spurting ropes plastered Deborah's passive face, her vision completely obstructed under her son's continuing ejaculation. She rolled her tongue around in the huge mouthful of his underage ball sauce, basting every one of her taste buds in as much of his fucking jism as she could. She wanted so badly to start swallowing, but again she felt it would be somehow disrespectful to care more about her desires in that moment rather than her son's fucking need to bury her face in his hot sperm. What kind of mother would she be if she put her own wishes over her son's biological needs? No, she could wait for as long as Sammy needed. She just held her face in that same position as he blasted jet after jet of insanely thick cum all over it.

Sam felt light-headed as his donkey dick kept erupting more and more ball jelly onto his mommy's beautiful face, though at this point he couldn't see any of her pretty features. They were all covered in a thick jiggling mask of his nut. Every inch of her motherly face was buried under his piping hot ball pudding. There was so much cum on her face that the ropes he was shooting now only served to make the excess nut custard slowly ooze down her cheeks, down her neck, and onto her increasingly spermy titties. He wondered if she might drown under all that clumpy stinky jism, but if she was in any sort of discomfort she wasn't showing it.

After a seemingly endless time, Sam felt his cock begin flexing a little less with each jet of his cum. Each rope was a little less voluminous and powerful until they were just weak spurts, then his dickhole was slowly burping up the last clotted dregs of his enormous load. He gripped the base of his cock and pulled up his shaft, his fingers pressing against the underside to eek out the remaining sperm jelly like he was emptying a tube of toothpaste. His big dickhole burped up the stinking wads and they plopped onto his mother's nut rag of a face. Then he let go of his cock and let it flop down over his balls. It felt like the blood all came rushing back to his head at once and he swayed a few times, almost falling, then he carefully sat down on the table, panting and exhausted. He looked at his mother, the woman who had raised him and cared for him his entire life, and what he saw was something he hadn't yet learned the words to describe: a filthy, degenerate, incestuous, free-use cum dump of a mommy slut.

Deborah just sat there, reveling in the intense feeling of release that came with being used as her son's cum toilet. In that moment she had absolutely no worries, no concerns. She didn't have to worry about his medical issues, nor cleaning up his unfathomably huge loads, nor dealing with her overbearing mother. She didn't have a care in the world. The only thing she felt was motherly pride for being such a good jizz dump for her baby boy. The only thing she cared about was making sure he blew his gargantuan loads as hard as he fucking could.

Realizing that he was done, that he'd finally emptied his balls - for now, at least - Deborah finally allowed herself to close her whore mouth around the gigantic reservoir of pungent Sammy sperm, her cheeks inflated and heavy with all that kid nut. She rolled her tongue around in it again, luxuriating in the flavor and texture, then used her tongue to push some of the bigger, denser wads into her cheek. She started chewing on them, each bite into the cum gummies making them release even more of her little man's spunk flavor into her mouth. After she masticated on his ball babies for a while, she began swallowing down the pearly produce of his horse nuts.

Gulp, glunk, ulk, unk, glulk

Her eyes fluttered under the thick layer of sperm covering them as she felt her son's impossibly thick jism slowly slide down her throat. It was so goddamn thick she wondered if she might choke on it, even after chewing it for so long. After a few swallows she actually felt some of it get stuck in her throat, but she just kept swallowing, the sensation actually becoming painful as she gulped down more of his cum but it couldn't get past the fat clog of the stuff halfway down her throat. Another painful swallow and she felt the coagulated jelly wads unclog and then his sperm was pushing down her throat and into her stomach more quickly. She gulped down the last of it, then opened her slut mouth and extended her tongue, wagging it up and down to show her son what a good sperm swallower she was.

"Uuulllhhhhh," she slurred through the same mouth she'd used to chug his ball gravy.

Sam's jaw hung open as he watched the filthy show she was putting on for him. He didn't know what to expect if he actually blew one of his loads into his mother's mouth, but it sure wasn't this! She'd pointed out multiple times before how pungent his cum was, how thick and clumpy and stinky. Despite that, she'd swallowed an entire gigantic mouthful of the pearly gooey stuff. With her holding her mouth wide open and wagging her tongue up and down, he could see that she'd gulped down every last bit of it. Well, except for some of the thick wads that clung to her teeth, gums, and tongue, but that was understandable considering how fucking sticky they were.

His mommy's face turned down slightly, as if she were looking into his eyes, except her eyes were still completely covered in a dense layer of his sperm.

"Thank you for feeding me such a big breakfast," she said, her breath stinking of his jism.

Sam's flaccid meat hose of a cock pulsed and burped up some more clumpy wads of cum onto the kitchen table.

"Y-you're welcome, mommy," Sam said in disbelief.

Dr. Barbara had been right, he decided. This was a very good treatment for him and his mom. It made his aching nuts feel way better, and even though he didn't understand why, eating his sperm really did seem to make his mother feel better.

As he watched her begin scooping big handfuls of his cum from her face into her mouth, Sam couldn't help but wonder how else his mommy might be willing to help him relieve the pressure in his massive gurgling balls.