My mom’s funny. Super funny. I think so. My dad thinks so. My big little sister thinks so. And my little big sister thinks so. But, when she got pregnant, at the ill-advised age of 42, I guess to compensate for that ill-advised age, she came up with this whole out-there nutrients thing. Well, I didn’t think that was funny at all. And, apparently, neither did she. In fact, when it came to my mom’s nutrients, she was quite serious. And so was my dad. And so was my big little sister. And so was my little big sister. Okay. Fine! But why the fuck did she have to get her nutrients from me?
“I’ll tell you why,” my mom said, smiling up at me, as she started to strip down. “Because, Pug, at 18-years-old, you’re young. You’re vibrant. And so are your nutrients. What good would tired old nutrients serve this growing baby inside me?”
“Mom, can you please stop stripping?” I said, getting more than a little excited. I mean, after all, my mom was hot, there was no denying it, with big hazel eyes, long meticulously braided dark hair, and a super slim, but super shapely body. We were in the house, in the main hallway, where my mom dragged me right after my mom and dad announced it to us; Peacock, my 19-year-old big little sister, who was actually away at college, so she was just on the phone, me, and Calico, my 18-year-old little big sister, that they were, indeed, pregnant, and subsequently, were going to begin this whole out-there nutrients thing.
“Case in point, Pug. You’ve made it abundantly clear you’re not interested, and yet you’re already getting hard!” She smiled, as she paused a minute to, I guess, watch my cock continue to grow in my jeans.
“Mom, that has nothing to do with nothing. It just happens. Usually, at inopportune times. So, don’t think it has anything to do with you or what you’re doing.” I crumbled nervously, which did next to nothing to sell my bluff.
“Oh, sure…” My mom nodded slowly, not believing me for a second, as she recommenced stripping, getting down to her skimpy little white bra and white panties. Read More
“Hi, Pug!” my mom said excitedly, with her big hazel eyes beaming, not to mention her perky little tits, or more specifically her puffy not-so-little nipples beaming, as she sat there so incredibly beautiful, and so incredibly naked, in what used to be my dad’s office, but, now, after my mom, quite a few days in succession, by way of several magical blowjobs, was given her nutrients, rather than my dad’s office it was more like my mom’s nursery, since it was most definitely the place my mom preferred to nurse on my duplicitous, grotesquely opportunistic big bad cock.
“Hi, Mom…” I said, skulking in, and probably looking more than a little annoyed, at the situation, sure, but more so at my cock, which was growing way too accustom to this whole nutrients thing, which I considered something of a betrayal, or at the very least an insult, since I, at least from the neck up, was still totally not on board with any of this, even if the mere amount of time and distance it took to walk from my car to my mom’s nursery was more than enough time for my cock to turn into an absolutely raging lunatic in my jeans. Read More