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Dexter's room was never as clean as his mom wanted it to be. He always shirked the little things like dusting that should have been kept up with, but his mom thought she could do him a nice favour and just clean up a bit. She wasn't even sure where he was when she stepped into his room, fresh off of taking his laundry and working now to deal with a bedroom that looked like exactly the room a boy his age would have, for good and ill. A few tweaks and some help would surely tidy it up just a little bit, and she hoped that he'd enjoy the surprise, humming to herself while she wen through the duster. Simple work. Mom was ahead of cleaning schedule, coming to Dexter's room last and feeling like she could put just a bit more time to make his room all the nicer.
His bookshelf got a quick once-over. She knew Dexter loved his books, so of course giving them some love would be appreciated. The vigorous dusting action brushed along the spines and the shelf to clear it all away. Everything she did was an act of care, to be certain, and there jut felt like the right time in front of her now to make it all work out and to give him that love.
"I should get him more books," she mused. "Oh, what's that story that Dexter loves so much? Space Fight? Moon Shooters?" She mused to herself, a good natured mom thinking about how nice it was that her son had reading as a hobby. He was so smart. "Oh! It's Star Wars." Just as she said it, she brushed a bit too firmly against a book, dislodging it from its spot. The combination of the book being pulled from its space and the password being said triggered the entrance to the lab. Mom looked on in surprise; she didn’t remember Dexter's room having this, or being so big as it led further on in to something else.
But surely, it needed to be cleaned, too.
Focused on cleaning and almost hopelessly thinking well of her son, she headed in to the secret entrance to his laboratory without thinking about the possibilities or dangers therein; she just moved to get what she needed from this, hoping to spruce things up and set them right while she marched in and began to dust along the walls of the entrance way. Mom was focused on cleaning up and that meant cleaning even the things she didn't know needed cleaning. "Dexter's room is so much bigger than I remembered," she mused to herself, venturing deeper into the lab without a clue what she was doing or what she was poking around for. She just acted on her instincts as a stay at home mom, focused on doing the chores and tidying things up
Naturally, that meant touching things. Cleaning up around the lab was the natural response to this in her eyes, but she was surprised by just how many odd things there were in here. Of particular note, drawing her attention toward it and not letting go, was the surprising sight of what looked like a perfume bottle. "That's weird," Mom said, sliding over toward it. "Dexter doesn't wear any perfume. Oh, but what if it's a present?" It could have been for her. Mom's birthday was coming up after all. She couldn't resist the curiosity around this; the weird room left her with such a strange spree of curiosities and wonders she just had to see through.
A little sniff couldn't hurt, right? Mom brought the bottle up and gave the air a quick little spritz, leaning in to get a sniff of the curious perfume she'd decided must have been a surprise gift for her birthday that Dexter was keeping in this really big closet. That was all this was, surely.
But this was not a nice perfume Dexter was hiding from his mom as a birthday present, and as she inhaled the sweetly scented mist, she sucked in a whole lot of things that made her head immediately empty itself. The deep inhale granted her a heavy dose of the sudden changes that made her thigh thighs quiver and made her gasp out, "Dexter," not with motherly surprise but with wanton lust. Mom had taken a deep inhale of a bimbo transformation spray, a heavily experimental product that was not meant for testing yet, but which Mom had taken right to.
The room spun around her while her body underwent changes, tits growing plumper and straining against her top, while her tights tore amid her ass growing even fatter. Mom was already so bottom-heavy, but her dumptruck was suddenly too much for her panties to contain, and the over-stretched material let her massive cheeks spill out. She looked over to a mirror to see her red-painted lips had grown plumper still, overly full and luscious, while heavy make-up cast dramatic shows of total glee upon her. Her short, curl-forward hair grew down long, sleek over her shoulders and given a sleek sheen while it fell down her back. Mom was a changed woman now, grown in an instant into something lustful and whorish, the fat-assed bimbo whose emptied-out mind began to refill itself now with directed and intense thoughts.
Thoughts of bending over and letting her son clap her massive cheeks like a good bimbo slut and a terrible mom.
Ramming a hand down into her panties--from the front, where they hadn't torn open--Mom sank some fingers into her cunt and the mad, dizzy joy of tending to herself. Sinking to her knees, she looked at herself in the mirror, a changed woman needy and hopeless while she touched herself, letting out hopeless moans and calling her son's name not o he would come get her, but in expressive bursts of shameless delight, the gleeful slide into lusts and frustrations that called now for what she needed most. "Dexter," she moaned, cooing out in hopeless desire, lustful and desperate while she succumbed tall of this delight, the pleasures urging her to rub and succumb, her cunt dripping wet and begging now for this attention to take her. She felt lost to the all-consuming sweep of madness and lust that called out from deep within, bringing with it the feelings of confusion and madness she had no idea how to handle.
There was no escaping this madness in its purest, plainest form. The frontier of desperation and heat throbbed across her while she rubbed herself. There were so many things she could have asked, like how her tits and ass had grown, where the make-up on her face came from, why her son had this. None of those thoughts occurred to her. The empty bliss of being a good, dumb bimbo rubbing her cunt while imagining her son's big dick up her ass left her desperate only to give up to these sloppy lusts. She rubbed herself in needy throbs of hopeless, aching desire, wanting to fuck herself senseless with her fingers but struggling to feel like it was 'enough'. Her head continued to spin in all directions, the delirious lusts leaving her giving in with overdramatic excitement to pleasures that she felt powerless to grasp, losing focus more and more while the pleasures took her deeper.
"I need cock," she whined, biting her lip, head rolling back, body grinding in hopeless gestures of deeper, dizzier greed. Mom was powerless to resist the allure of thee pleasures drawing her deeper, dragging her into a senseless spectacle that called out to the very core of her being. The dizzying pleasure felt so ecstatic and hazy under the threat of deeper surrender, the delirious ache of hazy pleasures leaving Mom to want to keep sinking deeper into this mess. The rapturous need pulled her in with a want and a hunger that felt devoid of sense, unreasonable and careless while she sank into the throes of obsession, deepening her appreciation for the simple fascination that begged her down so easily. She was in too deep, struggling to grasp the passions that called out for the opportunity to go mad.
Orgasms came easily to her while her fingers meddled in throbbing delight across her, the tireless hunger greedily escalating with a need to keep her moving. Mom couldn't stop touching herself, frantic and desperate while she rubbed at her needy cunt with a desperation growing hotter and hazier through the simple need taking her. She forgot all about cleaning, all about her duties, and just let the pleasure take her.
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An alter about someone being in his lab left Dexter panicked on his walk back from school, and through his watch's link to the lab security system, he got his eyes on a camera and on the sight of his transformed mother, undressing herself while fondling her fat tits, shaking her huge ass while she masturbated right there on the floor. He could even hear her moaning out his name through the crunchy audio of the tiny speaker. It was a red alert issue, and Dexter raced home, ignoring the growing strain of his cock in his pants while the arousal hit him. She wasn't supposed to get into the laboratory, and definitely wasn't supposed to find the experimental bimbofication perfume he was testing to use on her at the right time.
This just wasn't the right time.
Dexter ignored the bobbing of his cock while he ran home, gunning it up the stairs and into the lab. He could feel the arousal escalate within him in swelling frustration while he moved to get to her, the pressure and frustration behind this mess only making weirder how completely over the line this already was, and it was about to be so much weirder. "Mom," he exclaimed, rushing across the floor once he saw her. She looked even more stunning up close and personal. Mom was down to the tatters of her panties, on her knees in a puddle of sticky mess thanks to her non-stop masturbation; she'd been fingering herself the whole time. Hunched forward, fondling her breasts, she was lost, done up with her whorish make-up. An absurdly fat-assed bimbo MILF with her sleek hair and her dramatic curves.
She was, in Dexter's eyes, finally the perfect woman.
"Mmm, Dexter. Honey, sweetie, come here." Her voice rumbled with an aching, hopeless purr, the hungry desires drawing her in to the desires and the hungers that called out for something ruinous. "I've missed you so much, sweetie. Come fuck mommy's throat." Her tongue hung out, plump lips shimmering with spit while the lust sent her into spiraling madness. She was down on all fours, low, drooling, waiting for him.
The run home had so fast and so frustrating, and Dexter's cock had remained utterly rock hard the entire time. There was nothing wrong with clearing his head a little bit before he properly took charge on dealing with the issue.
So Dexter fished out his cock, slapping his mom across the face with an aching, veiny prick before ramming it into her mouth and letting his deepest desires come true.
Mom's hot, waiting mouth was ready for her son’s cock, plump lips wrapping snug around his dick while he took to pounding away at her. Both hands seized her head, gripping her newly grown-out hair for leverage while he hammered powerfully forward, driven by the sloppy need and urgency that called to his wildest o desires. All of the pent-up energy Dexter had inside of him finally had an avenue to be vented out, powerful strokes wasting no time in ramming madly forward, pounding away in careless bursts of sloppiness and excitement while the pleasures all tore hazily across her. Searing urns of delight and greed begged for the opportunity to give in to all of this, and under the weight of all this insanity came a beautiful urgency that begged on for more.
Obediently positioned on all fours for her son Mom was happy to be sucking, obedience being of the utmost priority while he took to using her so intensely. She was focused on the position and the surrender of giving in to all of this, obediently focused in a fixated need to obey this attention, the crushing lusts leaving her to crumble under the weight of all of these wild attentions now, feelings that called out for the chance to lose her mind, the carelessness and the hunger throbbing across her so intensely. The grip on her head demanded a stillness that would let her be there to receive the facefucking with a passive, steady acceptance, the obedient position that held her so tightly in place, the intensity and the hunger of throbbing glee leaving her to want to let these pleasures rip so madly across her. There was no hurry or commotion behind what she was after now, all of these wicked feelings anchoring her in a simple, steady place for this pleasure.
"I've always wanted to make you my slut," Dexter wheezed, unable to hold back the foul mouthed delights that carried him. He had learned everything he knew about sex from porn, particularly MILF porn with busty women fucking their 'stepsons' and being turned into willing whores. He took it all on, internalizing those fantasies and working to create something that could make it come true, unsure if he would ever actually engage in it, but now the choice had been made for him, and the throbbing excitement pressured him to just let this all rip across him, urged into action and finding himself on the warpath with the deeper lust carrying him. He tugged on her hair, hammering carelessly into her mouth, penetrating down into her throat and using his mom's body for his own satisfaction with merciless, hopeless pressure.
"Gluk gluk gluk," was all that Mom could answer with, but she wore a smile without any hesitation or care through these molten attentions, the throbbing disrespect searing across her so incredibly and guiding her to let this all break her down. The pleasure was a ruthless mania carrying her to have to keep giving in, the overbearing excitement compelling her to have to keep losing herself, careless and hopeless euphoria building up into fanatical glee and keeping her trapped in this simple need to let go. She loved every second of giving up to this mess now, the carelessness and commotion behind feverish desires that continued to beg her deeper. It was too much for her to handle, but Mom was going to do whatever it took to make her boy happily compelling every action and surrender in the face of growing mania. It was euphoria, frustration, and desire all rolled up into one throbbing, sloppy burst of madness, the neediness compelling her to let go of herself and to embrace that which seemed so out of line now.
She loved every second of this surrender, giving in harder and noisier to the sloppiness that dragged her in so deep. Everything about feeling this good rattled her thoughts with their unrelenting insistence, a pleasure she could continue to appreciate while all sense left her and her mind fixated in on the focused bliss that tore through her. It was such an incredible mess to face, something she gave in to with impatient vigor, so gleeful and senseless under the shameful need to give herself up to all of this. These pleasures were driven by the carelessness and the hunger urging her to let go of it all. For her son, shed' do anything, committed utterly to him as his bimbo slut. A good mom who knew her son needed this from her, and she was so happy to oblige.
The rougher strokes carried on in merciless aches of sloppier, throbbing excitement. The pleasure here defied all reason, so undignified and chaotic under these feelings, and under the pleasure behind this all came a sense of dizzier, hotter need. To give herself up to this pleasure was all that Mom could grasp, letting Dexter use her. Drool dripped from her chin while she took on this battering insistence, the merciless attentions all seeking to make a proper mess of her, wrecking her utterly under the insanity that continued its senseless escalation, building up with hateful vigor and a pressure she had no idea how to contain. It was all simply too much for her to handle, the tiring mess straining at her focus, the delirious and intoxicating hunger that begged her to keep letting go. All she wanted was this opportunity to be ruined,
Tugging at her hair, Dexter pulled her down harder onto his cock, the reckless, ruthless vigor behind these desires only feeling messier and hotter under the hopeless throb of pleasures that pushed Dexter to keep going all out. He was unstoppable under these wicked attentions, the ecstasy proving a heavier, messier push into pure excitement while he had his way with her. "You look even better as a painted whore," he said, drawing back from her mouth and spitting it before ramming his cock forward again. He let all of his most vicious fantasies come to life, and in the process was happily losing himself to the outrageous and overbearing pleasure, the dominance and the hunger behind these greedy delights all pressuring him to keep acting n his most base impulses. Dexter felt unstoppable now, throwing everything he had into this pleasure on his way to letting go.
Feeling her throat convulsing around his cock, Dexter held back nothing. He wanted to pound away with such burning joy, using his mom's mouth for his own twisted glee and savouring how good it felt to be in such absolute control. He held back nothing, throwing himself into this mess and proudly proving how earnestly he could make her collapse for his touch, pounding away until he was drawing back and letting out a shaky moan while he erupted all over her face. The greed and satisfaction of letting it all out all over her face brought him the shuddering, aching delight of a simple, mad pleasure now, his groans ringing out loud while he made a mess of her, hosing her down all over with a senseless, sinful delight. He was so excited to be this deep in the pleasure, to be painting her with his cum without hesitation.
"Come with me," he said, tugging her by her hair up from her knees. He had to take her somewhere to deal with this properly.
Not to a station where he could 'cure' her, of course. Not to do some tests and see what he could do to reserve it. No, he took her to a bed located in his lab, commanding, "Get your fat ass up in the air for me like a good bitch."
"I'd be happy to, Dex!" Mom giggled through pushing her massive ass up high for him, her cheeks wavering, shaking, ready for him to do with as he wished.
"I will skip past the questions I should have for you," Dexter said. "You're already proof it works and I can't care about the scientific method right now." Dexter slapped his mom's ass and then buried his face between her cheeks without a second's hesitation.
Spreading them out to get his face in deep, Dexter reveled in finally eating his mom's fat ass out. It was a dream come true, made all the better by how much rounder and softer it had become thanks to his creation. The bimbo spray did its part perfectly in giving her the proportions that pushed her into the realms of sex object in his eyes, so well endowed as to only be good for his anal fixations, and he was eager now to indulge in it while his tongue slithered around her rim and he really dug in for the pleasure to come. He'd never have been allowed to do this before now, no matter how badly he wanted this exact sort of pleasure, but he was able at last to throw himself into the satisfaction of going all out for it, the persistence of satisfying, greedy delight. Decadent beyond sense, the simplicity of this situation he'd stumbled upon left with him little to do but go all out.
"Oh, Dexter, that's so good. Eat mommy's big ass, honey, it's your property." Shaking her hips and letting her son have his way with her, Mom remained happily receptive to what was being done to her, her mindset shifted into a focused, reverent need to obey his every word, stripped of any dignity or will of her own. All she understood was the burning satisfaction of letting her son do whatever he wanted to her, the drowning euphoria of giving in leaving her feeling so good and so hopeless under the burning lusts that caught her aflame.
Rubbing his face in to her soft, pliable cheeks, Dexter couldn't stop smacking them, making her ass ripple and bounce from the striking persistence that made him feel even better about the raw ugliness taking him. There was nothing to do but commit, giving in to these electrifying hungers, embracing the unstoppable desire that drove him mad with need and with hunger. The possibilities were overbearing, sending him spiraling into these messier feelings through an opportunity beyond dignity. There felt like nothing concrete or sensible that could save her now from this destructive crash into confusion and chaos. He made sure to slobber all over other rim, spitting on her ass hole and spreading it around with his tongue. He got in deep, punching his tongue in and wriggling it around, all in anticipation of the destruction he was about to wreak on her hole. he wanted to ensure that he had his mom thoroughly rimmed in anticipation of the ugliness awaiting him, the purity and the greed of simple pleasures he was just waiting for the opportunity to unleash upon her now with no hesitation or restraint.
Making his mom's ass even fatter only made it more perfect, and he ate it like a beast, throwing himself into the feverish spectacle and the greed of pleasures keeping him wanting to keep throwing himself into the outrageous hunger and the spectacle of what he needed most, all to keep indulging in the possibilities and the intoxicating vigor tearing through him. The hopeless, hungry pleasure he pursued left him with no room for anything but this merciless excitement, the gleeful indulgence pressuring him to act and to surrender before finally he had her ass hole primed and ready for the claiming.
Dexter drew upward, bringing his thick cock up against his mom’s ass hole, not even bothering to say anything while he claimed her with a deep stroke, penetrating her ass and making his mom into his bitch one and for all. The pleasure was too direct and too intoxicating for him to be able to hold back, the careless, reckless greed throwing Dexter into a fit of total excitement while he got to work at ramming into her, groaning, "You are mine now!" while he pounded away without shame at her hole, ready to make her completely buckle for the sake of what he was after. Dexter had to throw himself into all of this without a care, burning with hotter, outrageous delight for the decadent thrill awaiting him.
"That’s right, honey, I'm your bimbo whore," moaned Mom. She threw back against his thrusts with a smile spread dumb across her face, hopelessly fixated on the satisfaction of giving in, knowing that this pleasure was everything she could have hoped for and that within the expressive, merciless lust awaiting her was a chance to give in completely. Mom had no restraint or control in the face of all this pleasure, overwhelming throbs of fascinating excitement and lust leaving her needing to just throw everything she had into the deep end of her own collapse.
Dexter smacked her ass some more, groaning, "You are just a sex toy now," he said. "A cocksleeve for your young son."
"That's what a mom is for," she moaned. Dexter yanked back on her hair, tugging her head up toward the ceiling so he could spit in her open mouth, something she accepted with a needy moan and the hopeless, trembling thrill of throbbing delights continuing to rip her apart. Mom needed to accept all of it for the sake of these dizzier collapses, the outrageous and wild frustration that continued to bring her such satisfaction.
Committing to giving his mom his all, Dexter made sure his thrusts were as reckless as could be, the destructive whims of a boy who was finally acting out all of his most depraved fantasies, throwing himself into the overwhelming madness of simple pleasures that kept him needing more and more, the satisfaction that carried him to want to continue indulging in the unrelenting bliss of this pleasure. Mom's tight ass held onto his cock with an incredible snugness that carried him to keep appreciating this mess for all it offered, the simple bliss of throwing himself into the harsher satisfaction and excitement of losing all fucking control. The pleasure was outrageous, spectacular, and it called to the deepest needs in him for the most insatiable and greedy of pleasures. He was determined to make the most of the senseless pulses of lust calling out to him ,and he threw everything he had into this satisfaction seeking nothing less than the absolute ecstasy of giving up to this now.
The clap of Mom's cheeks rang out in sloppier, noisier delight. The excitement kept up something merciless and sloppy, the overbearing hunger throbbing without sense through this pleasure, an overbearing mess of total excitement keeping up this sweeping mania, the madness to keep giving in to, lost to the outrageous pleasure and the hunger keeping up these pure and hopeless feelings. Dexter felt unstoppable, throwing himself into these rougher possibilities with a hungry, hopeless need to keep fucking without a care, ruthless under the pressures and possibilities of total mania.
Sloppy and careless pleasure kept up something wild and demanding, the wickedness to keep pursuing under the feelings of total insanity, manic desires keeping up a pace that had Mom getting noisier, cunt dripping all over the balls smacking against her slit. He neglected her pussy to keep pounding away at her cunt, using her body without a care and embracing the senseless spectacle of fascinating hungers keeping him moving, keeping him loving every second of how far he could go in using her. The pleasures were reckless, ruthless. The pleasure felt so wicked and demanding under the senselessness to keep up the cadence of destructive hunger, whims of pleasure and mania to keep wanting more and more of. There was little to do but keep giving in to this, the destructive whims behind this ecstasy leaving little sense or sanity in the face of all this.
Mom couldn't slow down. "Your cock is scrambling my brains, sweetie." She giggled in empty-headed mania, letting the euphoria rip across her in a fit of total madness, ecstatic under the possibilities and hungers continuing to rip across her. She felt too good to bear under all this satisfaction, the clumsy ecstasy euphoric and wicked while she gave in to the pleasure. There was no escaping the cursing urgency and euphoria of all this sloppy pleasure, ecstatic hungers aching with hopeless greed now across her. The sheer depth of this insanity carried with it a destructive whimsy that continued to rip across Mom, her body shuddering through this absolute bliss, the mania and the hunger of confused desires keeping her giving in deeper. The heat was outrageous, wicked, demanding more and more from her while she fell victim to this insanity.
Dexter held back nothing under the throbbing ecstasy and the vigor of this chance to give in completely. The drowning, senseless euphoria behind all of this senseless pleasure brought with it the backing of utter mania, the destructive heat and whimsy of pleasures that had him busting his load into her guts, setting off her noisy crash into orgasmic vigor, the sweeping insanity of senseless pleasures that called for the opportunity and destruction that drove her mad. The pleasure was overbearing, a rush of intoxicating fever and excitement that taught her to lose herself, the mindlessness and satisfaction of searing, bubbling delights, an ecstatic need to give in that felt better and hotter under the haze of this pleasure. he blew his load deep into her, reveling in the control and the joy of giving himself up to this so thoroughly.
Making sure to smack her ass red, Dexter kept pounding away in the aftermath of his orgasm, groaning, "My mom is my whore now," with disbelief in his voice. He was amazed this had played out so easily, but he was committed to keeping the pace with these ugly joys, thrills of pleasure and hunger keeping him wanting to move on and quickly throw himself into all these opportunities, craving the pleasure and the hunger of a deeper want to keep him wanting more.
"Ride your son’s fat cock," he commanded. 'You dumb MILF whore. You're a slut for your own son."
"And I'm so happy to be," she moaned. "Do you want to fuck my tight pussy this time and dominate my whole body, or do you want to keep fucking my massive ass again, dear?"
"I'll claim your cunt when I'm ready to." Dexter replied, grabbing her round hips and using the leverage to yank her up on op of him while he laid back. The short-statured nerd was almost invisible under the huge cheeks of his bimbofied, stacked mom while they began to bounce on his lap. Dexter's cock pushed past those plump cheeks to get deep into her now, and he reveled in the sheer greed carrying him forward, the urgency burning hotly across him while he savoured this total insanity, the manic lust and the commotion of pleasures keeping up these ruthless possibilities, pleasures to keep pursuing while everything built up in the hopeless throes of this insanity. HE felt the mania and the hunger keep him wanting to keep going for this, the weight of these maddening and merciless wants he remained committed to keeping up the pace with, greedy and senseless while he pressured this mess without shame, the persistence and the greed to keep him wanting to keep this escalating in a show of absolute insanity now.
Mom's body moved with desperate, urgent vigor, carelessly seeking the opportunity that drove him mad with excitement, pleasures that continued to drive him crazy without a moment's peace. Doing all the work to get her son off, Mom threw her body around in a show of gleeful mania, the ecstatic, absolute passion of a hunger and a commotion driving her crazier while she embraced these feelings, ideas of pleasure too wild to be able to manage. She loved every second of giving up to all these wicked attentions, the pleasure she wanted to throw herself in to deeper, the outrageous vigor and the pleasure of a feeling to keep her wanting to give in to this all. It was an unrelenting bliss she was determined to give in to deeper.
Dexter continued to smack her fat ass while he savoured this intense, searing burst of lust, the blissful vigor and attention keeping him wanting more and more f this wicked pleasure, the attention of hunger and desire calling out to his wildest of needs, the pleasure keeping him wanting to pursue this senselessness without restraint. It was hopelessly unreasonable and indulgent with the attention and the pleasures that continued without shame to pulse across her. The voracious passion and rapturous hunger behind all thee pleasures brought with all of it something merciless and hungry, the hopeful excitement of pleasures to want to keep pursuing now. Watching his mom bounce on it brought him the exact kind of satisfaction he needed most, the ruthlessness and the passion of simple pleasures that kept him loving this so fucking much, the carelessness and the greed of simple excitements he wanted to make the most of. There was little to this senseless, burning glee, the mess of pleasures to keep up these unreal burns of sweet mania now.
Determined to make her son feel good and hold back nothing, Mom continued to ride and indulge, pounding on quicker through the ruthlessness of a satisfaction that felt better and better to keep pursuing. It was utter insanity, the blissful reality heck that this moment called for with destructive impacts. All that she needed was to keep riding and indulging, keeping pace with the overbearing pleasure of feelings and need too passionate to bear, the overwhelming hunger that continued to escalate without reason or decency now. It felt too good to make sense of, the crushing lust and euphoria of simple, direct feelings that called out for total surrender now. The unreasonable storm pushing against her brought with it a pleasure and a need that continued to be too much to handle.
"You are my slut," Dexter proclaimed, feeling his mom's ass squeeze down around his cock, the continued insanity behind these feelings bringing with them the absolute destruction of dignity, the carelessness and the greed of a hungry lust that didn't let up. There was nothing reasonable in all these destructive, hazy throbs of chaos. Whimsical desperation and lust brought with all of it these feelings of senseless need, wanting to keep pursuing the ideas of greedy mania, the ecstatic hunger that carried her to need more and more of this now. It was such an overwhelming pleasure to have to give up to, the desire and the needs that begged for total delight under this now. "My bimbo. My mom!"
"I'm proud to be your mom, sweetie. My big boy's all grown up with a big, fat cock for me to ride!" With a hazy giggle and the pleasures driving her crazy, Mom was committed to all these wicked feelings, drawn into the pleasure of simple desires that greedily begged her along. she sought to get fucked, throwing all sense into the chaos of surrender for the sake of these dizzier needs. The passionate pursuit of this senseless, molten desire carried her to keep moving, giving in to these unreasonable pleasures, feelings of surging obsession keeping her loving every second of what she gave up to. These feelings became just too fucking much now, the outrageous hunger heating her up, guiding her to let go of herself in the face of these maddening delights. The electrifying hunger carried her to let go of herself, giving in to these wicked attentions, feelings of passion too wild for her to grasp.
Dexter replied to all this commotion by cumming inside of her again, the thrill of flooding his mom's guts with another flood of cum. Her fat ass was his to appreciate, leaving the cheeks red and sore from the simple insanity guiding him along. He loved every second of what he gave in to, the pleasures driving him crazier with lust and warmth, so hungrily committed to the idea of pleasures driving him crazy, and he wanted to really throw himself in to this wild attention. There was a wild pleasure to need to keep going for all of this, the overbearing pleasure throbbing across him, thrills of persistence and want that warmed him up without a care. Dexter let it all loose, flooding her ass and savouring the simple excitement of this domination, leaving her ass red, sore, aching in radiating glee through the pressure and the passion keeping him wanting more of this. It was an outrageous mess of total joy leaving him in a state of gleeful joy.
Mom was pushed to her back for another round, Dexter spreading her legs apart and cackling, "I'm going to keep fucking you," while he threw himself on top of her, face in her fat tits and his cock ramming into her cunt, getting to work at the recklessness and the greed of sweet pleasures begging him to need to go all out, these pleasures and feverish needs carrying him to want to throw himself right into these senseless pleasures, the frustration and vigor behind these merciless pleasures keeping him wanting to go all out, the tireless heat and the mess of pleasure keeping him wanting to go all out here. It was an outrageous pleasure he kept up with, these feelings of total joy carrying him to let it all loose, the throbbing excitement that begged him into action.
Dexter was recklessly focused on the pounding thrill of heaving on top of her, pressure and commotion driving him into careless pleasure throwing him to savour these wicked attentions, pleasure carrying his actions into absolute madness while he savoured the sheer greed carrying him along. He felt lost to the pleasure begging him along, the tireless heat begging him on to savour the satisfaction that this granted him. He held back nothing, throwing himself into these outrageous pleasures and the feelings of senseless greed he needed to keep embracing now. It was outrageous, wicked, the pleasures carrying him to want to act on these senseless pleasures, thrills of mania and excitement begging him to keep moving and savouring these shameless feelings, the ecstatic hunger carrying him to want more and more of this mad satisfaction.
"Suck on my titties, honey. Mommy's here to make you feel good." The pleasure tore across her with a burning need for more, the pressure guiding Mom to let herself fall into these sloppy pleasures with a feeling of sloppy indulgence, the chaos and excitement she needed to roll with in hotter pleasure she was determined to give herself up to, the overbearing thrill of something she gave up to madly, the pleasures she felt ready to commit to with hopeless joy. Mom had to let hi use her, had to give herself to these sloppy messes of ecstatic need and lust she continued to let herself roll with, the pleasures ecstatic and hopeless while she just so happily gave up to this attention.
Keeping face-down in his om's fat tits and ramming into her cunt, Dexter was in absolute control, the pleasure throwing him into these burning excitements keeping up the sweet madness carrying him along to savour all of this. There was nothing about these pleasures driving him to lose himself so fully to this wicked mess. It was a disaster of pleasures and passions he continued to appreciate, losing his focus to the unstoppable, burning desire that this offered him. Dexter loomed up for a moment and spat into her mouth again, getting a hand around her neck while he continued to pound into her.
"You can choke me out, honey," moaned Mom, placing a hand onto her son's wrist and urging it in there tighter. "Destroy me!" A hand slapped across her face, provoking another moan. She needed to be ruined, fucked raw and turned red under these hopeless aches of misery and greed, the pleasures leaving her to surrender in total madness the crumbling, miserable heat she continued to give herself to. Every throb of wicked pleasure burned through her, the persistent and shameless pleasure leaving her giving up to the dramatic lust of losing herself. She loved every second of her unraveling, and as Dexter's hand squeezed tighter around her throat, she felt herself ready to sink off into bliss. The madness of this disrespectful, manic lust carried her to lose herself, the mindlessness and the hunger of pleasures now much too simple for her to be able to resist.
A fat-assed mom bimbo fucktoy who would let him choke her and beg for him to be rougher was everything he could have hoped for, the unstable, manic bursts of lust keeping him needing more, thrown into the pleasures driving him crazier and hungrier under the sweet insanity that guided him to want to give himself in to this all. The senselessness and frustration drove on with a commotion of pure insanity, the pleasures and frustrations keeping her giving to the sloppy and tired excitement of a spectacle she was eager to get ruled by. It felt too good for Dexter to resist, insatiable swells of spiraling glee driving him up the wall, pushing him to want to lose himself to all this molten satisfaction. he needed more of this, pleasures driving him crazier with the throbbing excitement keeping him wanting to really lose himself.
Giving up to all of this was something utterly mad, the desperation and derangement that tore through her. Mom loved being fucked, her pussy squeezing down around her son's cock, the burning euphoria guiding her to want to let it all go, the pleasures she needed to let rip across her, feelings of wicked euphoria and passion guiding her to lose herself. Mindless, obsessive joys carried her to want to let go of this all, the damnation of pure pleasure throbbing across her without shame, the senseless burn of a euphoria and a greed she felt herself ready to just lose her mind to. The embrace of madness and ferocious hunger left her giving up with a smile, plunging into the wicked joy of another orgasm to set her aflame.
Dexter came, unprotected, right into his mom's cunt. A raw creampie to savour these pleasures with mindless excitement, the pleasure that tore across him with tireless glee, the burning excitement spectacular and hungry through the tireless heat he wanted to give everything up to. He loved the feelings of chaos and frustration driving him to act without a care, the senseless burn of wild pleasures that didn't let up on him, leaving him with nothing but total joy to be found in the thrill of it all. He loved every second of losing himself to this, accepting the fanatical heat that carried him to let it all go and to guide him along. He threw himself deep into her, scampering up her body and squeezing her throat with both hands.
With a smile spread across her face, Mom faded off into delirious joy, her eyes closing and her body going limp, relaxing as she fell asleep. Dexter let go, having no intention to hurt her any more than it needed him to do to make her pass out, but as he strangled his mom into sleep, he ached with a thrill of pure fire, the dominance and the excitement of knowing he had done something incredible now. He was so happy to savour this, the pleasures to keep him wanting to lose his mind, the totality of hunger and pleasure to keep this up. The pleasure carried him to keep savouring all of this maddening pleasure, thrills of desire and heat to keep up something unbearable with. The possibilities felt utterly removed from dignity, the carelessness that didn't leave any room for sense or dignity now.
Dexter wasn't here to treat his mom well. Rising up to grab at her, he decided instead to take his cock in hand, looming up over his mom while she lay passed out, mouth agape, body limp. He dipped his cock into her mouth, slapped it across her face, dragged it up her cheek. Mom shook back to reality, gasping for air in startling panic and rising up, only to jolt up right into a cockslap from her son.
"Honey," she whined, slumping back down again to let him drag his dick along her. It reeked of her cunt juices, but as she stuck her tongue out, she was happy to lick across it. "Do you need me to clean you up?"
"No," Dexter said, standing up over her. "But I had to run to see you, and I never peed after class."
Opening her mouth up, Mom didn't hesitate. She was here for her son in all ways, even when it came to something like this. Her mouth opened wide and she braced for him to let his piss loose into her mouth. Opened up wide and letting herself melt in the hopeless and sloppy pleasure leaving her ready to give in.
Dexter let loose a flood of piss right into her mouth. "Drink it," he commanded, slapping her again while he reveled in the joy of treating his bimbofied mom's mouth like a urinal. The tension of needing to let loose the strain in his bladder was finally worth it when it came to the thrill of emptying himself like this. "You are mine," he said, reaffirming his dominance. He was in total control, the shameless delight of this shameless pleasure leaving him to appreciate the control he held over her and her bimbo state. He didn't have to hold back anything, the lack of worries or concerns leaving him to revel in the sheer power holding onto him. Dexter had all of it, the control and the delight leaving him to appreciate just how much might he could hold over this. The sheer delight of these shameless pleasures he held on with.
Piss splattered all over her, splatters bouncing up and getting onto the rest of her face, and all Mom could do was take it with a smile, receiving the crass disrespect of her son's delighted attentions. Mom writhed through all of it, savouring the senselessness and the hunger of this fanatical joy, left in a state of creamy delirium while she received every drop of his piss for the sake of total bliss. There was no holding back, the insatiable, unstoppable relief granting Mom a chance to just get ruined utterly. She drank down every mouthful, treating her son's piss like something she was responsible for getting rid of, all with moans and the steady fondle of her plump tits while she was disrespected so completely.
When Dexter's stream waned off, he shook out the drops on her face and watched her smile brighter while she took them. "Now that I have a clear head, I can work on an antidote to turn you back to normal," he said, leaving her there on the bed drenched in cum and piss while he headed off to do his work. Not that he was going to give her any rest, of course; his mom's body was too perfect for that. He was just going to find an antidote that would return her to normal before he got bored and decided she needed another faceful of that good stuff. Mom would be his on-demand bimbo whenever and wherever he wanted her to be.