Stepmother and Labella de Pawen (9)
Some time later, once the storm of pleasure had finally subsided, Marei lifted his half-submerged body from the bathtub, which was now a slick mess of semen and love juices. He raised Labella, still cradled in his arms, and settled her on the edge before slowly drawing his cock free.
Glurk… glurk… sluuuurp…!
As the long, thick shaft slid out, it dragged with it a rush of clear nectar mixed with thick white cum. The moment his rigid length left her completely, the semen that had flooded her womb and pussy surged out in heavy, wet spurts.
Leaning against the tub in what looked like an incredibly uncomfortable position, Labella panted harshly. Her hands remained on her young son’s shoulders, the only thing keeping her upright. Beneath his fingers, he could feel the frantic thunder of her pulse racing through her trembling wrists.
“Ahh… uuuuh… uuuu… ngh…! Uuuugh…! Ngh…!”
For a long while Labella shivered, repeatedly gushing semen from their joined bodies. The strength of her grip on his shoulders bordered on painful, yet even that felt achingly dear to him.
“Ah… ah…”
Finally regaining some awareness, Labella lifted her head. She gazed at the face of the young boy who had so freely filled her, then stared blankly at her own lower belly, still leaking thick ropes of cum. She lifted her hands from his shoulders and began to tenderly stroke the swollen curve of her abdomen, savoring the warm weight inside her. With both palms she caressed the spot just below her navel, as though cradling a precious treasure.
He wanted nothing more than to plunge back inside her and ravage her all over again, but the sight of her panting, dreamy-eyed caress of her own belly stopped him. After stroking herself several times, Labella looked up with a startled little gasp at the sight of the boy’s rock-hard cock standing proudly before her. A wicked, sultry smile curved her lips.
“Hehe… Marei, you’re still so energetic.”
“S-sorry…”
Her breasts glistened with saliva. The once-pink areolas and nipples—bitten and sucked so fiercely—were now flushed a deep, swollen red. Kiss marks and clear tooth prints decorated the soft flesh around them.
“Mommy’s belly is already so full… and yet you’re still… so hard…”
At her words, Marei hung his head. He felt as if he had done something wrong. Seeing her son’s slumped shoulders, Labella gave a soft, amused laugh.
“Do you want to use Mommy even more?”
“Huh? Ah, that’s… I mean…”
Her violet eyes, still hazy with lingering pleasure, curved beautifully again. Labella lifted her hips, offering herself so he could enter more easily. Her mound squirmed, pushing out another thick gush of semen.
“From now on we’ll be together forever. There’s no need to rush, ahaha… ngh, nngh… You can keep going as much as you want…”
Even after one climax, his cock had not softened at all. If anything, it stood even harder than before. It parted Labella’s slick folds and sank inside. Though it was the same shaft that had been thrusting into her only moments ago, her pussy—now greedily welcoming rather than resisting—clung tightly, creating a delicious friction that was far easier to move within than their first joining.
“Hiiiit… ahng… This feels so good, Marei… I love it… I love it so much… ah, aah… kkhung… uuuung…!”
Rough breaths and sweet moans spilled from Labella’s lips. Gazing at the green thicket matted with semen, Marei gripped his beloved aunt—no, his mother’s—waist and began to slowly lift her.
“Ugh… Mommy Labella… a little more. Move a little more for me… Yes. Just like that… ugh… That’s it… that’s perfect… Now it’s so tight…”
“Uuuuung… My womb… you’re pressing it again… huuugh…!”
Following his instructions, Labella rolled her hips, allowing the thick cock to drive all the way to her cervix. Marei let out a delighted groan. He licked her cheek where she had once again buried her face. She lifted her head, and their lips met naturally in a deep, lingering kiss.
The dreamy haze refused to fade. Suspended between sleep and waking, Marei recalled the sloppy, passionate sex that had continued late into the previous night. Labella had craved him without end, and he had pinned her down with tireless, merciless lust. He hadn’t let her go until she could only make cute, incoherent sounds and could no longer even say his name. In the end he had cum inside her twitching, unresponsive body and fallen asleep just like that.
Thinking back on the dreamlike events of the past day, Marei’s consciousness gradually rose toward reality. Birds chirped beyond the open window. A pleasant, familiar sensation of climax pulled him fully awake.
Chup. Chup. Chuuup, chuuup.
Wait—climax?
At the lewd, wet sounds, Marei hurriedly threw back the blanket that bulged with a distinctly human shape.
“M-Mother?”
Chup, chup, chup.
His cock was buried deep in Labella’s small mouth, the bulge of it visibly poking against her cheek. She treated it like the sweetest candy, rolling the thick shaft across her tongue, gently scraping it with her teeth, and sucking down the mixture of saliva and semen with obvious relish.
“Not Mother. Call me Mommy, Marei~.”
“M-Mommy… ugh… ngh…!”
With one hand gently stroking the base and the other carefully fondling the heavy balls that never seemed to run dry, Labella beamed with delight at the sight of her good boy awake so early. Pink lips glistening, she hadn’t managed to swallow every drop—thick strands of cum trailed down her chin and jaw.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Y-yes… this is… um…”
It seemed Labella had grown quite used to speaking to him with that respectful tone. She pressed her lips to the still-rigid cock, sliding her mouth up and down the saliva-slick length while noisily sucking the steady flow of semen from the tip.
“It’s morning, so I have to wake you. I’m your mommy, after all.”
“I-is that so…? Ngh…”
With a playful “Isn’t it?”, Labella pushed out her enormous breasts and wrapped them completely around his cock. The swollen, flushed head—far too large compared to a normal adult man—poked cutely from the top of her cleavage.
“You still look half-asleep. Let Mommy wake you properly…”
Rather than his mind, she had woken his cock first. Labella began to move her heavy breasts in slow, deliberate strokes. Unlike the tight, sticky heat of her pussy or the kissing pressure of her cervix, the soft, powerful compression of her maternal breasts and their rhythmic motion drew excited moans from his throat.
Squish… squish… squiiish…
White cum forced out from between her breasts flowed down into her cleavage, creating an obscenely wet sound.
“Does this feel good? Doesn’t it?”
“Y-yeah… Mother…”
“I told you ‘Mother’ sounds too stiff, didn’t I? Come on, call me Mommy. Keep saying Mommy…”
Labella slowly drew her chest back, dragging her tongue along the flushed, throbbing head that jutted above her cleavage. Even when Marei bucked his hips desperately for more friction, she continued to tease him slowly and deliberately, as if reminding him to use the proper name.
“M-Mommy… uuuugh…”
“That’s right, good boy… Mommy will make you feel so good.”
The sheer depravity of a breathtaking beauty willingly acting as his mother and indulging his every whim only heightened the pleasure. Marei watched in a daze as she lovingly licked, nibbled, and worshipped his filthy, cum-smeared cock. His mind drifted back to the endless sex of the night before.
They had devoured each other again and again in the bathtub, reaching climax after climax. Even while trying to wash, he had grown hard once more and thrust back inside her. Their lust refused to be quenched. After washing their soiled bodies several times only to dirty them again, they gave up entirely and continued their frantic coupling right outside the bathroom door.
They had barely managed to leave the bathroom, yet their desire showed no sign of fading. They faced each other, embraced like beasts, took her from behind. Every time he called her “Mommy,” she welcomed him completely. Her touch was so gentle and loving it reminded him of the faint memory of his real mother. Marei had shamelessly acted like a spoiled child in her arms.
After the messy sex by the door, she had led him toward the bedroom, but he couldn’t wait—he took her again on the living room carpet, then bent her over the sofa and claimed her once more.
Chu, chup, chuuup. Chup. Chup.
The sticky sounds continued. A languid, sweet pleasure slowly seeped through his entire body.
“Mmm… So delicious… sluuuurp…”
Marei’s hand rose into the air, then paused. Is this really okay? The hesitation lasted only a moment. When her violet eyes smiled up at him with pure joy, he gently placed his hand on her head and stroked her hair. At his touch, the new mother serviced him with even greater passion and devotion. Marei caressed her cheek, rested his hand on her head, and let out a shaky, delighted breath as he accepted her ecstatic worship.
Yes—on the sofa they had fucked like animals, then he had grabbed the young, irresistibly sensual, breathtakingly beautiful mother who was trying to reach the bedroom and pounded her wildly from behind. As she crawled toward the bedroom on trembling limbs, he had chased and claimed her even more relentlessly. When they finally reached the bed, she had clutched the sheets like a newborn calf, shaking as he changed positions again and again. Later, with one leg slung over her young son’s shoulder, she had taken the massive cock deep inside her and sighed with absolute bliss.
The sloppy, exhaustive sex continued far beyond the point of exhaustion. The sheets were ruined with their combined fluids. Marei, still unable to believe he truly possessed her, had licked and tasted every inch of her body from her toes to the most secret places. When the paused sex and teasing caresses became too much, she had begged while shoving his fingers into her own pussy. Satisfied by her complete submission, Marei had smiled and thrust his burning-hot cock back inside her.
As though pride had never existed, she fulfilled every sexual fantasy he desired—using her hair, her thighs, even her armpits. Even when treated like a complete sex slave, Labella served him happily. At first Marei had been slightly startled by how naturally she offered herself, but he quickly grew accustomed to it. Now he stroked her hair with open affection, praising her without hesitation.
Encouraged by his loving touch, Labella served her young son with even greater joy and dedication.
“How do Mommy’s breasts feel? My hot mouth is nice too… or would you like to put it inside again?”
“No, just like this… mmm… yeah, just like that…”
At his answer, Labella drooled fresh saliva over his cock and resumed the slow, sensual stimulation with her breasts. She kissed the endlessly hard shaft, took it back into her mouth, stroked the glans with her tongue, and sucked greedily all the way down to the urethra.