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Angela Ziegler’s Crippling Boy-Cock Addiction	By : Tastatura Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 47021 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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By the end of Yuuta’s very first week living as Angela Ziegler’s son, Saturdays became designated as ‘shared activity days’ to be spent between himself and his mother. Throughout these days, the pair invested themselves in a game or event deemed by Mercy to both ‘fun’ and ‘child friendly’.

Whether spent inside of their home or outside of it, Mercy personally ensured that each activity that they approached together was one that eventually brought a smile out of her son. Beginning with safe and quiet trips to the neighborhood’s local parks, she progressively branched out into trips to the movie theater (typically when the theaters were most empty), and scheduled dives into the urban metropolis nearest their home (on days wherein the volume of people within the city was sufficient enough to render them invisible). Eventually, the number of incident-free outings enjoyed by the two of them grew large enough for her to begin planning events unhindered by thoughts pertaining to the… ‘Abnormalities’ in Yuuta’s body.

Originally, she had believed that outings like this were a necessary part of facilitating Yuuta’s development as a normal boy. No child—no matter how mild-mannered or tolerant—could benefit from confinement to a single house and neighborhood. Allowing Yuuta to play outside close to home and overseeing his actions whilst inside it granted her the peace of mind that she required to wrap her head around the broader aspects of parenthood, but it remained apparent to her that the utility of this pattern would only decrease as time went on. As such, she forced herself out of her comfort zone, and in doing so bent her parental performance away from the pitfalls of ‘obsessive coddling’ and ‘failure to facilitate growth’.

As was the case with most things attempted by Mercy, her efforts reaped immediate success. Throughout her first year with Yuuta, the events that she came up with were met with excitement and interest from him. After a short period of him silently accepting whatever plan she presented, Mercy soon discerned anticipation and investment in his behavior toward the events themselves. Seemingly hell-bent on melting her heart, he thanked her at the end of each Saturday with a hug and a kiss, and spent the entire week leading up to next making not-so-subtle suggestions as to the ‘games’ they might try next.

The alterations made to Mercy’s frame changed the face of these activities for good. When Yuuta’s interests first began drifting towards perversion, the worst that Mercy could expect where one of his requests was concerned was his asking for too long of a hug, too deep a kiss, or too long a stay nuzzled up against the ample plush of her chest. First following the enhancement of her frame, then after the momentously perverse bath that they took together, Mercy found his requests set on a trend of steady escalation—escalation that she could not help but facilitate.

To her, it almost seemed as though Yuuta could see into her head. The weeks that followed her failed attempt at stroking the boy to fruition were jam-packed with lewd requests from him. Sometimes, he seemed content with choosing her wardrobe for the day. The outfits he chose typically consisted of the smallest and tightest articles of clothing that she still owned, but at the very least, these were wearable. Other times, however, he requested that she spend their time together inside the house in only her underwear. When pressed for an explanation as to why he desired these things of her, his explanation was the same:

The more of her he could see, the better.

With regard to their Saturday activities, Yuuta became fixated on remaining at home. As the present weather disallowed the use of the backyard for the pseudo ‘beach days’ that they enjoyed together during the summer—days that validated Mercy’s squeezing herself into a swimsuit of some kind—he satisfied his desire for his mother’s frame by perverting activities that they had already attempted.

Baking days became excuses for him to suggest that Mercy work whilst topless and apron-clad. Movie days devolved into a pretext for him to covertly grope her atop the living room couch while they relaxed. Games of house-wide hide and seek—an already difficult activity for Mercy given her size—were made all the more difficult for her as the designated seeker. While she looked, Yuuta spent the duration of each game ogling her frame as she bent and stretched in search of his hiding place.

Once out of simple ideas to warp, Yuuta began to come up with his own. The first of these was introduced by the youth as a game of ‘Hospital’. His role was to be that of a patient in need of medical treatment whereas Mercy’s was to be that of a doctor. The object of the game was for the doctor to nurse the patient back to health; a childish representation of reality if there ever was one.

Yuuta being Yuuta, his description of the game did not end here. As doctor, Mercy was required to wear a special outfit suited for practicing medicine. Additionally, her participation would bind her to all of the requests placed by the patient so long as they were medical in nature.

These two clauses made Mercy especially wary of the game itself. Assurances from Yuuta as to the medical nature of the game assuaged some of these concerns, but reality had taught her that the boy’s word did not always match his actions.

Nevertheless, she did not act on her suspicion. She swallowed the obscenity of Yuuta’s outfit as par for his current course, and looked towards the upcoming Saturday with a mix of dread and eager anticipation.

Which of these feelings was more prevalent within her heart was unknown even to her.

In all likelihood, they always would be.

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THE BEDROOM OF YUUTA ZIEGLER—SATURDAY AFTERNOON

For the first time in several weeks, Saturday afternoon found Yuuta Ziegler sprawled out flat across the length of his mattress. Naked, and motionless save for the blinking of his eyelids, his appearance atop his bed was more comparable to a corpse than it was to an energetic little boy.

Presently, however, Yuuta was neither of these things. At present, the naked youth believed himself to be a bed-ridden inpatient at a hospital.

His knowledge of hospitals and the physical capabilities of the typical inpatient demanded that he behave in such a way that matched the beliefs that he adopted. Presently, this was of the utmost importance. Though he harbored no real desire to actually return to the bed-ridden state that had dominated his time within the Overwatch Medical Facilities, pretending that this was case seemed to him as the best way to make the most of the events that were to make up his Saturday.

Minutes into his silent observance of his bedroom ceiling, Yuuta felt immersed enough in his position to finally begin having fun. Closing his eyes, a jovial grin burst across lips, and remained there for several seconds before being undone in favor of inhalation.

Manipulating his vocal chords, Yuuta threw his voice.

“OH-NO! It looks like the patient is slipping into critical condition!” Yuuta shouted, tone of voice sharpened in imitation of the average young adult female. “Dr.Mommy, please come to operating room #1! The patient will explain the procedures that will be required of you as soon as you enter, but please make sure that you’re dressed and ready to perform a bunch of different healing procedures, ‘kay?”

Making certain to arc his pillow-planted skull up towards his bedroom door while he spoke, Yuuta dropped his head back down from whence it came the moment he finished speaking. Shutting his eyes again, he returned to his earlier stillness in anticipation of his savior’s arrival. All the while fighting the desire to smile or giggle, a muted grin finally crept across the right side of his face when the sound of his bedroom door being pushed open began flowing into the room.

Behind the sound came several others in sequence. Qualitatively mixed between a pole’s thudding against solid ground and a heel’s click from off of hardwood, the ‘image’ that it evoked within his mind was that of something extremely large and metallic attempting to move with the dainty smoothness of something much smaller. Again and again did these thudding clicks echo throughout the room. Each produced at a point slightly closer to his bed than the last, the last of them to reach Yuuta’s ear suggested that their source had made it from the mouth of his bedroom to his bedside.

With this, Yuuta forgot his role and opened his eyes. Beaming up at the individual responsible for the noises themselves, he found the smile that spread across his lips widened even further by her appearance.

“There you are, Dr.Mommy! The nurse said that you wouldn’t be long, but that was even faster than I thought!” he chirped. “You’re all dressed for medical stuff, too! Seeing you so ready to help out n’stuff has me feeling better already!”

For all that had come before her entry and all that would come after, Mercy found herself moved to a smile of her own after hearing her son’s greeting. Towering over her son’s bedside as a figure both arousing and imposing, the sound of his voice and the sight of his happiness nevertheless evoked feelings of parental weakness within her.

So far as she was concerned, it was Yuuta—a bed-spread child whose naked stomach was consumed by a phallus nearly thicker and longer than his torso—who towered over her.

Brandishing a learned familiarity with the sight of her son’s semi-erect cock and the scents that bled from his pale flesh, Mercy narrowly avoided descent into another of the romantic stupors thrust at her by Yuuta’s presence. Free enough to not only recall, but fixate on the role that she had been given, she raised both of her arms into a folded, fist-clenched pump opposite the impossible swell of her breasts. With this, she forced a disjointed smile through her flushed facial features and returned Yuuta’s greeting as best as her stirred loins would allow.

“T-That’s right! N-never fear! W-With…u-uh…W-With Dr.Mommy, y-you’ll always heal!” she replied. “I-I came right away when I heard that one of my favorite patients was in critical condition! This s-suit that I’m wearing is s-specially designed to help enhance my healing abilities, s-so you don’t have to worry about a thing! No matter what’s wrong, I-I won’t be leaving this room until my Yuy—I MEAN—m-my patient is feeling well again!” she affirmed.

As was in his nature, Mercy’s commitment to her performance moved Yuuta into a genuine giggle of excitement. The moment it passed, his eyes again trailed from his mother’s face down across the expansive length and width of her frame in observation of the ‘suit’ that he had mentioned.

Per the suggestions that he had made prior to the arrival of its day of use, the outfit that Mercy had squeezed herself into was a woefully impractical (and almost entirely pointless) re-design of the armored dress that she had once worn into live combat.

From her head down to the beginnings of her breasts, the outfit did not appear very different from the original. Platted atop her shoulders and upper back were layered pauldrons composed of the same lightweight alloy that made up the primary ‘protective’ portions of her dress. An onyx collared variant of this metal protected her neck via a lithe, turtleneck-like armoring, and additional stretches of the brighter plating bled back across her shoulders into coverage for her upper back. Embedded into these stretches of plating were the same transmission armaments within her original dress. The angelic wings that had once defined her appearance still hovered just out of contact with her back, and the glow that they emitted still suggested a great deal of technological functionality.

These wings were where all similarities between her current garment and its predecessor ended. Rather than extending down into the mixed orange, black, and gold materials responsible for covering her lower back, the entirety of Mercy’s backside—from mid-back straight down to beginnings of her heels, sat completely devoid of any sort of coverage. Whereas a lack of coverage for her back could have forgiven, the exposure of the arm-length span of her doughy buttocks and the miniature yoga ball's worth of fat and flesh that they offered could not be described as anything else other than whorish. Dough-like consistency on full display, not a single stretch mark or blemish could be seen atop either of the monstrous globes.

To a point, the nakedness of her heart-shaped rear was exceeded by the nakedness of her front.

Not counting the skin-tight black gloves snugly enveloping her hands and the orange-shaded braces that enveloped her forearms and biceps, the pale meat of Mercy’s front was barren. From her neck plating downwards, the engorged udders that had replaced her modest bust could be seen obscuring the top half of her torso with their bloat. This time without the restrictive hold of a swimsuit or brassiere, both mounds seemed to slope a bit further down the length of her frame whilst simultaneously boasting a more ample swell than they did when clothed. Given their excess, the sheer amount of material that would have been required to cover them in the same way her neck and chest had been actually made the minimal armor-plating situated at the peak of the meaty teardrops seem appropriate.

From her breast downwards, Mercy’s nakedness was no less appealing to Yuuta. The obtuse arcing of her padded hip structure away from the equally-squishy span of her middle and lower abdominals left absolutely nothing to the imagination. An hourglass in the extreme, Yuuta found his line of sight drifting from the width of her hips down to the pliant, tree-trunk thickness of one of her thighs. Described fairly, the width of these naked limb sections exceeded that of his torso by a visible margin. Effortlessly shifting from one side of her body to the next, he nonetheless acquired a very clear ‘picture’ of the leaking mound nestled at the base of her crotch. Each second that he stared at Mercy’s frame was another second that her drooling lower lips drained heavy strands of honeyed sexual lubricant down the length of her inner thighs. Of course no amount of output from her folds could ever see the surface area of her limbs fully-glazed in the substance, but the organ’s attempt still offered a great deal of visual interest to the boy.

Awaiting Yuuta at the end of his visual trip were a pair of knee-high brown-black socks that trailed downward into a pair of matching platform high-heels. Still blissfully ignorant as to the descriptive content of terms like ‘slutwear’ or ‘stripper gear’, both items seemed to him as precisely what they were: one of many options for clothing Mercy’s legs from her knees downwards. Yet again, this did not stop his cock from fattening further at the sight of them, or his mind from silently applauding Mercy’s decision to don them.

When no more of his mother’s body remained available for perusal, Yuuta ended his seconds-long ogling session with an innocent tweaking of his gaze straight back up towards her face. Features excited, yet much more measured relative to the glaring ‘sunniness’ seen in his greeting, the sight of him swiftly assumed the ‘feel’ likely to be given off by any other adorable (and underage) youth.

This one, however, was not at all what he appeared to be.

“Yup, I believe in you Dr.Mommy!” he affirmed. “I’m still here to help, though! I can’t make myself feel better, but the nurses told me that I have to direct you through some of this stuff. They said you might not know exactly what t’do if I didn’t!” he repeated.

The only response that Mercy believed to be appropriate in the face of this utterance was an affirmative nod of her head, and a (failed) attempt at smoothing out the nervy smile still etched across her glossed lips. Yuuta had explained the basic ‘theme’ of the game to her well in advance of the weekend’s arrival, but the exact treatment that would be required of her as Dr.Mommy was not yet known to her.

Mustering yet more of his latent acting skills, Yuuta pushed his back-spread frame up into a seated position atop his mattress. This done, he tilted his head backwards slightly to maintain eye contact with Mercy, and raised his right hand into a slant of its index finger against his jaw. Furrowing his brow as if attempting to recall information already at the forefront of his brain, a quiet “Oh!” from the back of his throat preceded another spirited explanation from him.

“Apparently…”

A single word into his explanation, Mercy found herself internally denouncing the reality that she had already embraced.

“Please. Please nothing too awful. Just having him stare at me again is making my insides feel like they’re going to melt…”

“I’m all clogged up on the inside! Y’know, down here!” raising his subordinate hand, Yuuta briefly pointed down at the still-growing phallus at his crotch. “To make it better, you gotta use your mouth and hands to make all of the gooey stuff inside of me flow better…or something.” Yuuta recited. “The head surgeon recommends deep internal cleaning with plenty of stroking and a little bit of sucking, too!”

Slowly but surely, Yuuta’s explanation pulled Mercy’s closed eyes into a wide and fearful stare at his face. When first Yuuta had voiced his desire for a new Saturday game, bracing herself for a degree of perversion was only natural. The modifications to one of her uniforms, their commitment to make-believe roles—everything pointed towards another evening spent denying her desires whilst providing her son with sexual pleasure.

Nevertheless, hearing Yuuta describe non-specific sexual satiation as a part of his game was jarring.

Exciting, but extremely jarring.

Denying the boy his request and chastising him for his perversion remained removed from her mind as an option, but what remained of her parental integrity urged her to remove all ambiguity from his request before consenting to it.

“U-Um, Yuy—Mr.Patient…” Mercy began, eyes occasionally sliding towards the youth’s now-drooling shaft before snapping right back up to his face. “I-I think I know what you mean, b-but when you say internal cleaning, could you be more specific for me, maybe?”

Completely undaunted by Mercy question, Yuuta’s expression remained as it had been prior to her utterance.

“Sure! I think it had something to do with stuffing your face with my asshole and stirring everything inside with your tongue!” he added. “The stuff with your hands and mouth wasn’t really that specific, but the medical team prolly just wanted you to stroke it and suck it a lot—kinda like you did for me that one time we took a bath together ‘member?”

In this moment, Mercy felt her mind shut off. The words that Yuuta had spoken echoed repeatedly within her mind, but her hormone-addled cognitive faculties refused to decode them.

Blinded by the pride that welled within his chest after providing his mother with so many useful details, it took Yuuta a moment to recognize that he had acted against his role as Mercy’s patient. Presuming this to be the reason for his mother’s odd silence, the boy laughed off the blunder as another part of the game and poked the tip of his tongue between his lips in a display of repentance.

“Whoops! I guess all of the medicine and stuff I’ve been taking is messing with my brain. I should lay back down…”

Tipping his frame backwards, Yuuta settled himself back down against his mattress. The moment his head returned to its comfortable plant against his pillow, he closed his eyes, and recommitted to his role in the game.

“Anyway, I’m not worried. You’re Dr.Mommy—stuff like that should be a breeze for you, right?” he teased.

With that comment, Mercy found the required motivation to think about something other than the impossibility of her situation and the throbbing cock feet below her. Yuuta’s final choice of words perched expectation atop her shoulders—a child’s natural expectation of performance from their parent. Though his expectations were wholly sexual in nature, this did not change the fact that they’d come from him: the boy that she loved as both a son and a man.

Long since past the point of no return, Mercy acted before a single thought could pass through her brain. Many a night had she dreamed of somehow validating a descent into her current position; her son doing so for her (and packaging his process in such a way that also made her seem like a helpful parent) was a dream come true.

Scrambling down onto the mattress space ahead of Yuuta’s legs, Mercy set herself upright at the region on bent knees. Thigh-flesh accentuated, she responded to Yuuta’s suggestion not as Angela Ziegler, but as the world-renowned ‘Dr.Mommy’.

“U-Understood! I-I’ll do the very best that I can!” she affirmed.

Intent stated, Mercy applied herself. Reaching down with both of her hands, she took hold of the childish span of Yuuta’s hips and hoisted his lower body up out of contact with his mattress. Finding his body to be much lighter than she remembered it to be, she experienced no difficulty in pulling him upward until only the upper-most fringes of his back remained in contact with his bed’s surface.

See-sawing the boy’s body in this manner left his cock and balls to slump backwards across the length of his abdominals whilst simultaneously placing his taint within reach of her lips. Having attained the setup that she desired, Mercy slid her palms downward from Yuuta’s hips to set their spans into contact with the root of both of his thighs’ undersides. With the limb sections in her grasp, she forced them apart from one another, and in doing so exposed the taut, rosebud pink hole settled between her son’s buttocks.

Stiffing her desire to drool as best she could, Mercy left the support of Yuuta’s hips to her right hand, and plunged the left down his front into a firm gloving of the boy’s stomach-settled cocktip.

Then and only then did she feed herself. Parting her lips, she exposed an oral cavity once glued shut by sheer willpower to the open air. This done, she forced her tongue out from it, and finally snapped her skull inwards to smother its mired flesh against the virginal exterior of Yuuta’s asshole…

-

PLAYING DOCTOR

Mercy loved it.

A wriggle of her tongue within the taut confines of her son’s asshole and a downward grind of her palm along his glans confirmed to her what she had spent hours fucking into herself all on her own: attending to her son’s every sexual whim was pleasurable.

Spurred on by this reality, Mercy rose to the occasion set out before her. With the taste of her son’s nubile frame staining her tongue and her dominant hand aptly gloving his glans, the beginnings of her efforts steadily transitioned into a practiced (and dedicated) ‘clearing’ of her sick patient’s phallus-piping.

Momentarily, Mercy locked the stroking delivered by her palm into a consistent and uninteresting stride. Diverting executional resources from her wrist to her skull, she pressed her facial features further down into Yuuta’s taint, and in doing so buried the full length of her tongue slightly deeper into the twitching warmth of his asshole. Not surprisingly, her doing so smothered both of her nostrils into the semen-scented flesh just below the hanging flesh of his testicles, and further clouded her muddled thoughts with mental images that depicted the writhing, steaming, ‘payoff’ that awaited her were she to do her job correctly.

Already addicted to her son’s reproductive potential in most every facet pertaining to it, these thoughts urged Mercy into a less-than-flattering (but qualitatively mild) snort against the underside of Yuuta’s testicles mere moments after she completed her transition.

This shot of musky narcotic straight into her brain incited further action from her. Subsequently, she began stirring her tongue around the confines of Yuuta’s rear at the oppressive ‘behest’ of the hole itself. Clean and unused, every move that she made with the saliva-drenched organ further subjected it to the crushing pressure imposed by his inner walls, the stifling heat exuded by his flesh, and the taste of his obscenely-dense semen.

‘Why’ the boy’s body was so averse to invasion was not lost on Mercy. An abnormal internal body temperature was to be expected given the organs housed within his body. The taste of virile cock juice within his intestines was likely a product of hyperactivity from his prostate—another logical mutation given the changes made to his frame. On the other hand, the inane compression imposed by his inner walls on her tongue was most likely reflexive. Pleasurable as her efforts were—or so she believed—Mercy doubted that the boy had ever felt a rough, saliva-glazed serpent swirl around through his innards.

Not surprisingly, her knowledge as to his condition contributed a great deal to her performance. Knowing that her son could handle a certain amount of ‘hunger’ from her saw her trade out the languid wriggling of her tongue within his rear for a wide, circular swirling of its exterior within his depths. Beginning with the compression of her tongue’s right side against his right inner wall, she rolled the organ upward along the walls surrounding its length. Throughout its roll, the tightness of his hole saw the face of her tongue smothered to the wall of flesh above it. Bit by bit, the affectionate nuzzling of her organ’s right side up across the ceiling of its entrapment pushed its face into contact with Yuuta’s left inner wall, then finally around through a gooey grind against the ‘flooring’ that her tongue’s underside had hovered atop at the beginning of her rotation.

As she did with most things, Mercy managed the swirling of her tongue and its occasional ‘pressing’ against Yuuta’s tender meat as an expert. Backed by a constant outflow of saliva from her mouth and an incremental inundation of her taste buds with the flavor of semen, she saw to it that her first full-rotation was seamlessly followed by the beginning of a second.

Where Yuuta was concerned, there could no limiting herself—especially with how much she had come to enjoy his body.

As she worked, the confines of her mind were devoid of the woeful prattle that her consciousness often produced to save face.

At present, Mercy spent her time tonguing her son’s asshole ruminating on matters of relevance.

“Yuyu’s asshole tastes so gooood ♥.” she cooed to herself. “H-His insides are so hot and sticky…just moving my tongue like this is making me drool so much~!” though phrased as a complaint, the tone of this thought was one of appreciation as opposed to lamentation. “I s-swear I can almost taste his c-cum like this. I-If the real thing i-is anythin’ like this, I-I’m never going to be able to get the taste of him out of my mouth. M-My lips are going to reek of semen and sweat s-so badly that I won’t be able t-to talk to anyone else for days…”

While coherent, Mercy’s thought process throughout her stirring of Yuuta’s asshole was one more-so suited for a degenerate than a mother. Her adoration for the boy had not faded, but her latest attempt at ensuring his happiness had assaulted her senses with enough stimulation to completely numb her to shame.

Shortly, her mind was forced to focus on reality. In reality, tonguing her son’s asshole and smearing the taste of his cock juice into her mouth was something that she wanted. The same was true of marking the boy’s hole with her drool, and pleasuring him until he saw it fit to splatter his semen inside one of her holes.

There could no longer be any denying it—she wanted to be a shameless tool capable of fulfilling her child’s every desire.

“J-Just stirring won’t be enough, though…” amidst her depraved musings, a slightly more practical though crossed Mercy’s mind. “I’ve got to keep suckling, slurping, and digging until I can put some pressure on his cute little prostate ♥. That way, he’ll release even more cum, and will be even more appreciative of ‘Dr.Mommy’ when he finally does~!” she reasoned.

Intent set, Mercy immediately adjusted her rimming of Yuuta’s rear to suit her new goals. Pushing her lips into tighter contact with his sphincter, she willed the finite length of her tongue into a deeper plunge through his virginal hole in search of the organ that would soon contribute to his orgasm. Subsequent to these changes came increases in the speed at which she rotated her tongue around the confines of his guts and the amount of pressure that she applied against his inner walls with the organ itself.

A natural in every sense of the word, neither of these actions required a significant ‘investment’ where her cognitive resources were concerned. What few rotations she had managed prior to deciding to up her ante had provided her lips and tongue with all of the experience that they required to complete the task set out for them. Consequently, her suckling to Yuuta’s asshole was reduced to an expression of automaticity.

Mercy’s successful execution of this fraction of Yuuta’s request did not see her begin resting on her laurels. Using what resources had been taken up in her attempts at finding her ‘stride’ as Dr.Mommy, she turned her attention to ensuring that her milking of Yuuta’s glans matched the stirring of his asshole in quality.

By this point, providing Yuuta with an effective handjob was no longer difficult for her. The limitations of her feminine hands required that she be ‘creative’ in how she applied her fingers and where she chose to impress the width of her palm into the vein-riddled meat of his cock. The volume of precum siphoned from his member as a result of the numerous squeezes and strokes that she had attempted progressively pointed her towards optimal strategies for the future.

The fruits of her learning process became apparent from the first downward pump that she applied to Yuuta’s member. The fact that her efforts were localized to the top half of his glans (a decision that localized the moist pressure applied by her palm to a historically sensitive pocket of nerves) was not at all unnerving to her. Within minutes, both her hand and wrist completely adjusted to the simplicity of her task and the control that they had been handed in it. Whilst her fingers and palms choked the nose of Yuuta’s glans and forced each blurt of precum that erupted from his urethra into a messy backsplash across its flesh, her wrist carried the miniature sleeve from the very tip of his glans down to a point just above the fleshhelmet’s end.

Stated simply, Mercy’s approach was not unlike the milking of a disgustingly-oversized cow-udder—albeit at a sharp incline. Each inward flick of her wrist greased the bloat of Yuuta’s glans with precum and compressed its flesh into her grasp to the tune of a gooey *SHPLTCH*. As these motions involved encapsulating unruly cockmeat into a space far too narrow to properly contain it, exertion was required on her part to maintain the shape of her palm-sleeve until the inches of cockmeat that she wished to trap were pressed into it. When the time came for her to undo her progress and depress her hand downwards, Mercy localized the exertion injected into her limb down to her thumb and index finger. In doing so, her palm’s ascent back up to the tip of Yuuta’s member wrung with it several ropes’ worth of cloudy, congealed precum back up the length of his shaft. These volumes of precum were released just in time for the renewal of her palm’s gloving of Yuuta’s cocktip, thereby sparing them from a useless splatter against the boy’s stomach, and instead applying them as lubrication with which to pleasure him.

These ministrations and all of their intricacies were managed by Mercy’s subconscious. At the time of their introduction, acquainting herself to the scent and taste of Yuuta’s cock juice had been much more important to her.

The ‘freeing’ of her mental resources saw her efforts pushed to the current ceiling of her sexual abilities. In the blink of an eye, the brisk pace she had set for her wrist became a blinding oscillation between inward flicks and downward plunges. The pleasurable oppression imposed by her palm became a phallus-draining suffocation of Yuuta’s glans. Even the noise produced by her efforts—a glutted and unpredictable chorus of gulps and squelches created within her palm—became more obscene.

For any other woman, such strides would have been impossible. For Angela Ziegler—a sex-addled mother desperate to keep a smile spread across her son’s face—they were necessary.

Unsurprisingly, Mercy could not be bothered to think about the grand scheme of her situation whilst at work. She had been asked to perform as Dr.Mommy, so this was precisely what she did.

Unbeknownst to her, what she defined as necessary efficiency was perceived by Yuuta as light-hearted instigation.

Throughout the beginnings of his mother’s performance, it had been all too easy for the youth to turn his mind off and savor the pleasure that he was provided. The experience itself still paled in comparison to what he imagined driving his cock into the leaking mound between her legs would be like, but it in itself was momentous enough to warrant appreciation.

He had asked for his mother to milk his member whilst tonguing his asshole. Not only had she agreed to do so, but she had applied herself to the task as though her life depended on it. The changes made to her body and her continued exposure to his frame had finally brought her desires into complete congruence with his own— just as the instincts within the back of his mind had predicted. If only to see how far she pushed herself, laying back and allowing her to work herself into exhaustion seemed to him as a natural way to commemorate the event.

Soon enough, however, Mercy’s dedication denied him this option. Beset by intolerable amounts of stimulation from two different pleasure centers, Yuuta began to feel himself being pulled towards a massive release far faster than he had ever intended.

The sensation itself wasn’t worrisome—fundamentally, it was one that he welcomed. Nevertheless, being dragged as opposed to pushing towards something on his own did not sit well with the boy.

For as much as he enjoyed being spoiled, being controlled without first consenting to this control was among the most unacceptably maddening slights that he could suffer.

Or so his changed cognitive structure stated.

Mercy, though blameless in her dedication, could not be allowed to direct proceedings unless he allowed her to. With this in mind, Yuuta forced his facial expression from one of open-mouthed euphoria to mischief. Subsequently, he curled his left leg inward and settled his foot against the sweat-glossed exterior of Mercy’s left shoulder.

Without warning, he pushed. Engaging the muscle mass of his lower body, he pushed off of Mercy’s frame with his left foot to shove his body up across his mattress. Freed from the dual assault of Mercy’s lips and hands, he flopped back down to a back-first plant against his bed.

All the while, his expression remained bright—like that of a child still in the midst of a game.

“Emergency, emergency!” Yuuta chimed. “The patient is failing, Dr. Mommy! His vitals recommend a quick burst of suction with your mouth before we can properly operate! You’re still prepared for the task, aren’t you?”

Naturally, the forced cessation of Mercy’s efforts caught the older woman by surprise. Pouting and sulking was her first instinct following the pop of her tongue from out of his rear and the severance of the spittle strands connecting his sphincter and her lips. Thanks to the boy’s voice, the response actually realized by her frame was one of quick compliance to Yuuta’s demand.

According to him, the two of them were still in the midst of a game. Though part of this game required that she service his asshole and member at the same time, another fraction required that she use her mouth—and her mouth alone—to pleasure him. Thus, if she refused to perform, it could be said that she ‘wasn’t playing correctly’.

To her, this simply wasn’t an option.

Utilizing the opportunity that had been provided to her, Mercy lunged forward and downwards to set her torso into a forward bend toward Yuuta’s steaming member. Halting her approach the moment the face of her bust was pressed into the underside of his member, she pressed her palms into the lithe span of his thighs, and peeked ahead of the swollen monstrosity mounted at his crotch to direct another unstable smile towards his face.

“Y-Yes! I’m ready…I think…” she breathed out, lips still-smeared with saliva from her earlier efforts. “Please try and hold still for me, Mr. Patient. This part might be particularly uncomfortable for you…♥.”

Nervy, yet very obviously attached to her son’s cock, Mercy followed up her utterance with a swift parting of her lips, and a downward plunge of her skull that depressed the beginnings of Yuuta’s cocktip straight between them.

No sooner did the mouth-watering flavor of sweat, semen, and sperm-tinged precum enter her mouth did the fact that she was ‘playing’ with Yuuta vacate her mind. Minutes of dedicated sucking and stroking from her mouth and hands had been required for her to forget that her performance was in fact a performance as opposed to her willfully embracing a sexual demand from her son. So deeply had the stench of Yuuta’s cock and cum dug into her mind that finally tasting the phallus responsible for them saw the landscape of Mercy’s consciousness utterly razed by lust.

In such hellish conditions, only a single concept maintained access to ‘means of reproduction’ within her mind.

“I need to pump my lips up and down Yuuta’s cock until he spews his greasy cock juice down my throat!”

As this idea flourished within Mercy’s mind, her framed acted to simulate its contents. First driving her skull further downwards, she spread the finite span of her lips across the reddened nose of Yuuta’s glans until the glossed pillows were forced to stretch in accommodation of it. In no way taxed by the happening (another helpful side-effect wrought from her changed frame), the disappearance of Yuuta’s glans between her lips saw their span match the cocksection’s obscene, fist-thick width.

From this point onward, Mercy ‘task’ became even easier. Wholly intent on following Yuuta’s description of sucking to the letter, Mercy continued press inches of his cock between her lips until just over half of it remained outside of her mouth. These inches consumed the entirety of her oral cavity before being squeezed through an equally compressed space down through the curve of her throat and into her esophagus.

Throughout the process, Mercy did not gag once. Hardly aware of the fact that sputtering and retching—if not outright choking—were prerequisites if one was to swallow down such a massive spire of cockmeat, her enhanced frame reduced the ‘difficulty’ associated with the act to that of natural swallowing. Thus, rather than stopping the descent of her lips where her gag-reflex might’ve dictated, Mercy sandwiched her son’s sweaty breeding-log down into her gullet until she felt that the most sensitive portions of it sat wrapped within the slimy embrace of her esophagus.

Following a handful of seconds spent savoring the feeling of his cock’s veins pulsing and wriggling against the grasp of her esophagus, she took to sucking. Driving her skull back upwards, she dragged the perversely-spread span of her lips back up along the rugged exterior of Yuuta’s cock. Midway up the length of his glans, she reoriented the direction of his gaze from the boy’s stomach up to a stare at his face.

The grin she saw dominating his features earlier was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she noted that his mouth was open and that the corners of his mouth were upturned in a shape that resembled some form of smile.

To her, the sight served as an unnecessary addition of fuel to the lustful fire burning within her uterus. In search of more, she drove her skull back downwards. Freed from the apprehension of her first attempt, she leveraged her non-existent gag-reflex to see each of the saliva-smeared inches she had drawn from out of her throat squeezed straight back down into the tube’s stifling embrace. The arrival of her skull at the depth she had intended was followed by another brisk ascent of her lips across Yuuta’s member, then another punishing depression, and so on and so forth in sequence.

In no time at all, Mercy became all too comfortable with Yuuta’s cock spreading her lips and bloating her neck. Though far from a natural where throat-fucking herself was concerned, the cyclical ascent and descent of her lips was without any of the obscene gagging and slop-regurgitation often induced by the act.

In place of these, succinct (and audibly gooey) *GLRPS♥* echoed out from Mercy’s neck in time with each depression of her skull, and the throatslop churned to fruition within her esophagus was discharged from her face with the utmost efficiency. Working whilst a single strand of clear mucus trickled down from her left nostril, each upward drag of her lips saw a number of dense slop strands dragged from the beginning of her ascent through to a messy draping of the inches covered on the way to Yuuta’s glans. Upon arrival at her stopping point near the midsection of his glans, the mixed sludge of precum and mucus responsible for the strands was collectively spewed from her lips in a single muted burst. Before the contents of these bursts could be allowed to make more of a mess across Yuuta’s cock, another plunge of Mercy’s stuffed her discharges—and all of the sludge-caked cockmeat concerned with them—straight back down her throat.

Somehow, the older blonde’s nature had reduced even the goring of her face with a little boy’s cock to an effective process. As her efforts never created enough of a mess for her to reconsider them, all of her energy remained focused on repeating the rise and fall of her skull ad infinitum…

Or at least until Yuuta swelled her stomach with cum.

So overwhelming was her efficiency that Yuuta began to regret his choice to redirect proceedings towards the use of Mercy’s mouth seconds into her full-on throating effort. Whereas his frame was that of an unparalleled breeding stud, his mind remained that of a 7-year-old child completely new to sexual stimulation. Stroking from Mercy’s palm was in no way comparable to the repeated depression of his cock into the humid constriction wielded by her esophagus. Both were pleasurable, but one of these was far closer to genuine sexual intercourse than the other—enough so that his body had a great deal of difficulty telling the events apart from one another.

His was a body designed to spew the massive loads of semen that it produced into warm and wet holes. Which holes to prioritize was not yet something he understood how to do.

Faced with an impossible situation, Yuuta began to pant. More concerned with his impending orgasm than with the actual condition of his perspiring frame, he otherwise remained silent throughout Mercy’s throating effort.

Whilst he deliberated, Mercy spurred herself onward.

“I can feel it…♥” she mewled internally. “All of the wriggling that the veins on his cock are doing, all the precum that he’s squirting—Yuyu is going to shoot his semen into my stomach any minute now~!”

“Go ahead and spew it aaaaallll out, Yuyu! Mommy’s right here to make sure that ever drop you put out ends up right inside her stomach~!”

Believing herself to be nearer than ever to a breakthrough, Mercy pushed her gut-fucking into the same realm of obscene consistency that had consumed her attempt at rimming. Suddenly, the inches of cockmeat smothered by her lips’ suction throughout her bobbing was narrowed to a three-inch span above her stopping point near the middle of Yuuta’s cock. Content to keep her neck near-constantly engorged with his rigid organ, she nevertheless maintained the speed and sloppiness previously seen in her throating ministrations.

Yet again, the dedication she displayed forced Yuuta’s hand. Denied the freedom to think, several seconds of sucking from Mercy rendered him of the opinion that the game he come up with needed to end.

To this end, he drew air into his lungs.

“B-Beeep!” mimicking the blare of an electronic signal, Yuuta produced and held a mild tone in hopes of catching his mother’s attention. Thankfully, the contrast between this exclamation and the pants that had preceded it was sharp enough for Mercy to catch it, and afterwards halt the stuffing of her throat to direct a drowsy expression back up toward his face.

“That’s it! We don’t have any time left for external treatment, Dr.Mommy!” Yuuta continued. “You’ve done everything you could, but surgery is our only option now. The other doctors warned me that you might not be able to solve this problem without it, but I think everything should be fine if you can manage it!”

Sitting upright without teasing signs of fatigue or exertion, Yuuta pointed behind the larger woman’s frame towards his mattress.

“I have to participate in this too, apparently.” he explained. “You’re a little too big an’ squishy for me to try and move right now, so could you please lay back on that part of the bed over there?”

Still very much with Yuuta’s cock on her brain, Mercy dragged her heels in comprehending the boy’s request and the make-believe reasoning surrounding it. Doctors and surgeons were not mutually exclusive terms, but it seemed odd to her that surgery was to be a part of Yuuta’s treatment plan. Not so odd as to prompt her to question the need for it, but enough so to distract her from the only real meaning that the term ‘surgery’ could have in this case.

Reluctantly drawing her slop smeared lips up through to a gooey *plop!* from the nose of Yuuta’s cock, Mercy wondered about what this fraction of the game might pertain to right up until she set her back down into contact with the mattress space behind her.

Yuuta’s illness was internal clogging, the remedy for which was sexual release. As no combination of her hands or mouth had proved stimulating enough to bring about a clearing of his internal piping, ‘surgical removal’ could only refer to one thing.

The use of her insides.

Instantaneously, Mercy’s features brightened. Suddenly faced with the prospect of her most recent (and ardent) dream becoming a reality, the massive woman produced an inviting smile, and hiked both of her legs up into a spread and suspended ‘hang’ to either side of her torso. Both bent at the knee and slanted away from the reddened mound of flesh between her legs, the arrangement of the limbs relative to her frame fashioned a heavily flesh-laden ‘W’ shape from out of her lower body.

This done, she spoke.

“Now ready for surgery, Mr.Patient!” she replied confidently. “This procedure shouldn’t take very long given the treatment you’ve already undergone, but we still won’t be taking any risks. How long it takes for all of that nasty back-up built up inside you to be worked out of you doesn’t matter, ok? As your doctor, I just want you to focus on getting well!”

“We can begin whenever you’re ready, so don’t hold anything back. This is the kind of surgery that needs us both to work hard, after all ♥.”

Yuuta, though unsurprised by his mother’s compliance, still found himself somewhat awed by the invitation that she handed out to him. Yet again, Mercy had taken one of his requests a step further than mere completion. She had read into his intention, and had acted according to the information that she found.

Even if he had wanted to, ignoring her back-spread frame and the succulent excess that it offered would have been impossible for him. Nearly on the verge of orgasm himself, the youth pushed himself forward across his mattress to set himself into an adorable loom over Mercy’s frame.

Rather than waste his time with further pleasantries, he acted. Unfolding his legs and standing upright, he stepped forward to plant both of his feet just above the top-half of Mercy’s thighs. Following their placement, he descended into a suggestive squat that dropped his testicles into contact with her lower lips. Here, he exchanged the planting of his soles into the mattress space to Mercy’s right and left with another compression of his kneecaps into the same region. In doing so, the underside of his thighs and the beginnings of his calves were folded around the inner surface of Mercy’s thighs as a pair of braces. Such was the size difference between his frame and his mother’s that the imposition of its weight against her position did not at all influence her ability to hold it.

Having expected as much, Yuuta pushed his crotch outwards. Sliding his lower body backwards alongside his crotch, he worked to position the mallet-dense tip of his member out to a tantalizing hang directly opposite Mercy’s cuntlips.

Success in this endeavor dictated that he make the most of it. Led along by a script long-since embedded into his being, the completion of Yuuta’s arcing saw him plunge his crotch inwards through a heavy, well-lubricated punch of his erection through Mercy’s lower lips, and down into the crushing tightness of her cunt.

He did not pause to enjoy the gaping of her lower lips, either. Once inside, he began thrusting—breeding his mother as he had always hoped to.

Like an animal.

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CHILDISH ENTHUSIASM

In his time playing ‘Doctor’ with his mother, Yuuta had come to understand the difference between imagining an event and actually experiencing it. This difference was striking, significant, and liable to subject an unaware individual to thoughts and stimulation unlike anything that they had experienced prior.

After feeling his mother’s hands, lips, and mouth work over his erection and bloat its base with an uncomfortable payload of semen, Yuuta vowed to never again mistake the limits of his imagination as those that governed reality. Twice had he come within a stroke or slurp of orgasm, and twice had he foolishly placed himself into circumstances beyond his control.

This was not to say that his opinion of ‘imagination’ had been sullied, however. If anything, it had been enhanced; learning that his mind was capable of coming up with something so wildly incomparable to reality was of great interest to him. Nevertheless, he reasoned that guiding whatever action he took in the future with experience as opposed to postulation would be to his benefit.

This decision and all of the reasoning behind it failed to dissuade the boy from mounting his mother as a bull might a sow, and driving every inch of his bloated endowment into the pliant embrace of her womanhood. As well, it failed to measure the feral hip-thrusting that he took to after hilting himself, and failed to hold his mind back from focusing in on inseminating every ovum presently stored within his mother’s reproductive organs.

Childish inexperience was unrelated to the boy’s plight. If made to choose between thinking and drilling his endowment in and out of a fertile cunt until it burst, his was a body that was destined to choose the latter. As such, Mercy’s presenting herself as she had prompted him to forget the aim of his game (sexual pleasure as opposed to her impregnation), and set him onto the path of a breeding bull.

Within seconds, both the speed and invasive capacity of the thrusts that he delivered into Mercy’s leaking folds exceeded the capacity of even the fittest human male. One after another, curled outward swings of his crotch tore several inches of his member from out of Mercy’s depths. Harried all the way through by her canal lining’s pressurized suckle to his endowment’s bulk, the end of these retractions freed just over half of his member from her hole’s pink embrace.

If not for the force generated by Yuuta’s hips and the ludicrous scope of his member, it was likely that her folds’ hold on his length would have resulted in a slight prolapsing of her womanhood each time his hips swung backwards. Fortunately (or unfortunately), Yuuta’s thrusts were far too cutting for such a consequence to come about. After the miniature flourish of cunt-syrup induced by a given extraction, Mercy’s innards were swiftly satiated by a gutting punch of these inches back from whence they came.

To begin with, Yuuta penetrating his mother as he had subjugated her cervix, and offered up the confines of her uterus as added inches of slick cuntmeat to be abused by his member. The very first trip taken by his member through her depths saw his glans buried through a congealed tube of slimy flesh, then through a suffocating squeeze past the bloated babybutton’s center and into Mercy’s womb. Though the length and girth of his cock were sized with such an end in mind, the wringing bite of her womb’s protective seal into his glans— and later down across several vein-riddled inches of his shaft—ensured that the experience was a memorable one for the youth.

Never would he forget the stimulation wrought from his mother’s womanhood quivering and clamoring around his member. The euphoria induced by his member’s compression against the ceiling of her uterus was burned into his brain as soon as it occurred, and the compact gloving imposed by the meat of her vaginal canal against the trunk of his erection was ‘appreciated’ by the scant few fractions of his mind capable of even recognizing the happening.

One balls-deep hilt into his mother’s altered womanhood was enough to addict Yuuta to the act. Delivered behind his first thrust was another that carried even more force, and another slightly slower iteration behind it. Before his mind could properly map out all of the stimulation offered by her folds, his hips and crotch had set his cock into an endless chain of vigorous plunging and splatter-inducing retraction into and out from Mercy’s folds.

Strenuous as the boy’s efforts seemed, he remained in his element from the beginning of this thrusting pattern onward. Teeth grit into an excited grin (one hidden by the smothering of his facial features by Mercy’s milk-scented breasts) and frame content with mild perspiration, very few signs of exertion could be taken away from his miniature frame as it worked.

The passage of time changed little in this regard. As seconds turned to minutes, the locking of his legs overtop Mercy’s thighs grew tighter (a transition that served to deepen the impact of his thrusts), and the ‘hug’ imposed by his arms around a paltry span of her breasts became even more fervent.
Visually, Yuuta appeared unstoppable. He had not yet lost the ability to think, but to a third person (or any individual without the ability to read into the boy’s thoughts), Mercy’s impregnation seemed to be the only thing capable of bringing his thrusting onslaught to an end.

To a point, Mercy herself was of this opinion…or rather, her libido was. Though she had prepared herself to finally take Yuuta’s cock inside her cunt, what she experienced when finally his member began on its hole-spreading trip through her insides obliterated the structured stability she had intended for her consciousness.

It was simply too satisfying. Months of unfulfilled lust felt towards her son and the brutish endowment that her drugs had gifted him had finally culminated in something tangible—something so real that her body was forced to respond with the discharge of a phallus-bisected geyser of female lubricant out against Yuuta’s crotch. Feeling her cervix stretched around inch after inch of her son’s bestial erection knocked the wind from her lungs. However, the moment he completed his thrust and settled his towering mast into a visible distension of her uterus (and abdominals by proxy), all of the oxygen that she had lost was reflexively drawn back into her lungs.

Then and there, she required oxygen for speech more so than anything else.

“Y-YESSS, Y-YOU’RE S-SO DFEEP YUYU, Y-YOU’RE F-FINALLY S-SPREADIN’ MOMMY’S SL-SLIMY CUNT WITH YOUR COCKKKK!” she howled. “ S-STIR ME UP A-AS MUCH A-AS YOU WANT. E-EVERY I-INCH OF MOMMY’S WHORISH C-CUNT IS JUST FOR YOU~! C-CHURN IT UP U-UNTIL THE ONLY C-COCK I CAN FEEL IS YOURS ♥♥!”

As these words left her lips, Mercy was overcome by a fulfillment on par with what she had felt throughout her time mothering Yuuta. It was neither better nor worse than the long-standing bliss of motherhood, but relative to it, it was more vivid.

In the moment, it was also more relevant; motherly satisfaction would do her no good where playing the part of her son’s cock juice container was concerned.

Following the verbalization of her bliss, Mercy focused in on this fulfillment. Raising her hands up from her sides, she slid them across the width of Yuuta’s upper back to swathe his frame within a supportive embrace. Once formed, she applied the slightest amount of downward pressure against his body to better sandwich his front across her own (and occasionally the grotesque bulge of cockmeat often mounted at her gut).

Not long after this gesture came the solidification of Yuuta’s thrusting pattern, and alongside it, the animalistic cunt-churning that she had suggested that he inflict. Without a moment’s notice, the sensations responsible for her change in perspective (these being the forced spread of her cunt around Yuuta’s cock, the penetration of her cervix, and the depression of his leaking glans against the back wall of her uterus) took up permanent residence within her cunt.

As if such a circumstance was not mind-numbing enough, these sensations were soon joined by others produced by Yuuta’s aggressive excavation of her folds. So often was his cock hilted within her depths that the bloating and squirming of the blood vessels mounted to its exterior were impressed into the flesh of her inner walls with regularity. Similarly, the frequency with which her cervix was made to choke down close to a foot of cockmeat began to propagate miniature orgasms through her cunt each time she was penetrated. Heated and voluminous, these bursts of cunt syrup erupted from her spread lower lips in time with each bludgeoning her uterus received, then subsided throughout the subsequent ‘outward portion’ of his thrusts.

Strictly speaking, stimulation of this severity should have robbed Mercy of even more of her cognitive faculties. Despite this, she perceived the stimulation that she was provided as more blissful than it was strenuous.

The reason for this was simple: in the same way that Yuuta’s body was built to provide brutal sexual pleasure, her body had become suited to accept it. Supported further by her desire to properly savor her (current) position as her son’s cocksleeve, the stimulation fucked through her sex up to her brainstem remained well within her body’s capacity to withstand.

This did not stop Mercy from enjoying herself. No sooner was the new standard for her cunt-plumping set did she tilt her head backwards, and part her lips in the release of a delirious giggle.

“Mh-hm-hm…Y-Yuyu’sh f-fhuckin’ me…” she huffed, gaze focused in an aimless stare towards the other side of the room. “H-His’sh c-cock is turning m-me into a-a bitch. I-It’s gonna d-dump so much squirmy s-semen into m-my womb, too…” she cooed.

“P-Playin’ Dr.Mommy is’h th’ b-best ♥…”

Though harmless in content, the slurred words that Mercy uttered proved detrimental for the perpetuation of her euphoria. As soon as her final sentence completed its slither through Yuuta’s ears, the seemingly ceaseless plunging of his cock came to an end. Acting without reservation, Yuuta completed a single additional hilt through Mercy’s cunt before releasing the hug he had placed around her breasts and flinging himself backwards. Inch by inch, he worked his slime-caked member entirely out of Mercy’s cunt—an act that progressively revealed the orifice as a wide, sex-swollen crater of loosened cuntmeat—and finally popped his face out from its suffocating nuzzle against her breasts.

Just as her cunt lips’ forced separation from his glans sent a sullen *SPLORTCH* noise out echoing out into the bedroom, Yuuta rose to his feet. Dominant hand clasped to the tip of his member, the sweaty youth cleared a drenched clump of hair from off of his face as though he had not been moments away from a release.

With this, he began to stroke himself.

“Surgery complete! The patient’s piping is all fixed, Dr.Mommy!” Yuuta proclaimed.

“Time to let it all out! You can handle the drainage too, can’t you?”

To this, Mercy said nothing. Really, there wasn’t anything that she could say.

By way of effort alone, Yuuta had actually managed to fuck her brain into state of non-function.

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SUCCESS

Given the choice between impregnating his mother and winning at a game he established, a sane Yuuta would always choose the latter over the former.

Nearly all of the time that the boy had spent plugging Mercy’s cunt full of his cock was time spent in insanity. During this period, his instincts had taken hold of him, and had demanded that he churn and gore the pulsing orifice surrounding his member until the load of semen welled into his crotch burst from its tip.

These instincts, though powerful, paled in comparison to the positive effect that Yuuta wrought from controlling his mother. The slight difference in their affective potential was what allowed the boy to draw his thrusts to a halt, and later served as the primary motivation for the stroking of his member.

Some seconds after the beginning of his drive, the arrival of his orgasm drove the gap between these two forces even wider. Suddenly beset by the sensation of backed up semen surging through (and swelling) his urethra, Yuuta understood the warm bliss that overtook him not as a logical consequence of the sexual pleasure he had endured, but as a by-product of his mother’s effort and his dedication to the game that he had set up.

In short, the thread of discolored semen that shot from the nose of his member straight into contact with Mercy’s face was as sexually pleasurable for him as it was genuinely enjoyable. His desire to impregnate the woman beneath him had not yet faded, but in the moment, its severity was matched by the ‘fun’ concerned with caking his mother’s face with semen.

Sexual euphoria aside, this enjoyment was entirely warranted. The first strand of yellow-white reproductive lard that reached Mercy’s visage was draped from her jaw up through a crooked, forehead-length arc across the right side of her face. Packed to the brim with overfed sperm cells and an excess of their nutrients, the substance adhered to her smooth flesh with ease, and sat completely motionless in the seconds following its delivery.

Throughout these seconds, a dozen similarly dense expulsions of seed added to the mess initiated atop Mercy’s facial features. Unlike the first, these were delivered haphazardly between the left and center-left of her face. As every rope of jizz that he released remained comparable to the first, the stretches of surface area that they covered inevitably crossed paths with one another. After the delivery of several relatively straight strands up the length of Mercy’s face, many of which curled across her still-open eyes—sections of several others strands were splattered out overtop them at a variety of angles.

Ever the imaginative youth, Yuuta did not fixate on utterly caking his mother’s inviting features with his semen. After spewing out enough of the rancid substance to glue her left-eye shut underneath a curdled blanket of jizz whilst mounting a second sheet of sludgy coverage across the length of her cheek, he bent the remainder of his orgasm down at Mercy’s midsection.

Taking advantage of the steady decrease in the force with which his jizz strands were pushed from his cock, he held his erection still to allow the remainder of his seed to collectively pool (as much as possible) atop the stretch of abdominal flesh directly above her uterus. One after another, bulbous slugs of clotted semen wriggled from the tip of his cock down into soundless splatters against the fleshy, sweat-glossed surface of her middle. Naturally, the volume packed into each one facilitated the spread of a disjoined semen-pancake across the region before Yuuta’s orgasm was through.

By the end of his release, Yuuta had successfully coated a great deal of his mother’s frame with his jizz. The amount of jizz that he actually released was well below what he would’ve produced if allowed to orgasm inside of her body, but as far as he was concerned, this difference in quantity was negligible.

His game had been fun, and his mother had played along with it. As a child, it was difficult for him to see past this.

Chuckling to himself, Yuuta spoke through his euphoria to applaud his mother’s efforts.

“Excellent work, Dr.Mommy! Thanks to your expertise, the patient has survived, and will live to be satisfied another day!” he exclaimed. “Your efforts have been much appreciated, so you can go ahead and take a nice long break if you really wanna!”

Were it not for the fact that Mercy had been rendered functionally braindead by her son’s cock, the suggestion that he produced would have been one that she’d have happily taken him up on.

However, as she was in fact still braindead, the cum-splattered woman didn’t do anything. Still smiling her sex-drunk smile underneath the semen matted to her face, she remained as she had been from the moment she had stepped into Yuuta’s bedroom:

An adult woman with a crippling addiction to her underage son’s cock.
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