Chapitre 1320: MAGIC MUSHROOM MUMMY
Olivia gathered the wild mushrooms from the heavily wooded area nearby her cottage, her soft footsteps crunching lightly on the dried leaves which carpet the ground. She hummed merrily as she grasped each thick, meaty stalk and gently tugged it from the moist ground. As her delicate fingers slipped around each girthy fungi she was reminded of her dearly departed husband's cock. Actually, more than reminded her... She bit her lip and her eyes darted quickly across the landscape. The trees were quite thick and no roads or paths came near her neck of the woods. She was isolated, an outsider. Just her and her 22 year old son Eric -- who was nowhere to be seen. She remembered -- he had taken one of the milking goats and gone to the markets to sell it for a few gold coins.
Her hand wrapped around a mushroom that was particularly appetising. She could feel a slight throbbing between her thighs and her cheeks flushed a little. Was that a warm breeze she felt under her long dress? She brought the mushroom up to her nose -- it smelt earthy and fragrant. She brushed off the dirt. The shape was... perfect. She didn't wear any under garments as her dress was ankle length and thick. She looked around, satisfied she was alone -- and settled down in her favourite spot. A soft moss covered a little nook beneath a tree -- creating a comfortable seat which reclined a little. She popped her little wicker basket down and took the fat, luscious mushroom in her hand as she sat. She adjusted slightly and licked the mushroom. A quick taste, she thought. She slowly inserted the stalk into her mouth, moistening its length. As she did, her other hand slowly lifted her dress as she slipped a finger into her slick depths. She pushed a second in -- she was getting excited at how wet she was -- which only made her wetter. Her 'shroom dildo was now ready for use. She took the stem from her mouth and inserted that king brown right into her gaping pink folds. She shifted her now dripping finger as she did so, to rub her clit. God, it feels so good!
She could feel every veiny ridge on the mushroom rubbing against the sides of her, slick with her juices. Her fingers danced on her clitoris as she rammed the stalk repeatedly inside her -- starting slowly and increasing speed until she felt a tingling sensation. She slowed down; she wanted to really enjoy herself. Olivia continued sliding her vegetable dildo in and out, gradually moving her wet fingers from her clitoris to her pussy lips, she scooped some of her juices into them and gently inserted one, then two into her perfect, tight little anus. She gasped quietly as she did -- gosh it was so tight! Her head tilted back in ecstasy. This was her favourite part. She pushed that fat veiny fungi deep inside of her, the spongey stalk grazing her G-spot and exciting her further. She was so close! She sped up her vaginal assault, faster and faster, until her back arched in pleasure, the sensations surging through her as she moaned loudly, bringing herself to orgasm.
She slowly extracted the 'shroom dildo. It was sopping wet. A goopy drip plopped onto the grass as she got up. Satisfied, Olivia wiped the glistening mushroom on the ground and added it to her basket as she carried on with her gathering. After a while, her basket was full and she headed back to the cottage. As she came upon the homestead, she heard a splashing noise. Quite sure that the noise had not come from her nether regions, she curiously poked her head around the corner of her home. She was not expecting visitors.
It was her Eric! He was taking a bath, basking in the golden afternoon sun. They had a beautiful wooden tub adjacent to the cottage. In winter it was too cold to bathe regularly, but it was now warmer and both mother and son took frequent cleansing dips. However, they usually maintained a proper separation. Olivia wasn't sure why her son was not at the market -- that goat wasn't going to sell itself -- but somehow, she didn't feel angry. Actually she felt quite... curious. It had been years since she had seen her son naked. Maybe it was because she had just pleasured herself with an earthen fungi and was still worked up, but... she wanted to see more.
Eric raised a hand and started wiping his underarm. He was facing away from her and she was sure he did not realise his mother was standing mere feet away from him. She craned her neck further around, trying to see if she could get a glimpse into the tub and see more.
Eric's hand moved back down into the tub and disappeared under the water. Sadly, it seemed as if he was a judicious soap user and Olivia could not see beneath the sudsy surface. Suddenly, his shoulder started moving up and down. Small waves started rippling around his back, crashing upon his shoulder blades. He was masturbating! Well, like mother like son...
Eric started to breathe heavily as he worked his unseen cock harder. This was becoming unbearable for Olivia. She was watching her son jerk off in the tub, and all she wanted to do was help. The gentle and guiding hand of an experienced woman would temper his youthful vigour. Look at how hard he was tugging now! It wouldn't do -- this was far too rough for such a young man. She was surprised, considering his age. Perhaps he hadn't found any suitable women in his late teens and early 20s to practice with. Clearly, it was her duty to step in to assist.
'Oh Eric, what ARE you doing in that tub?'
Olivia made herself known and strode forward. Eric started and looked around guiltily.
'Oh... hi Mom! Umm, just taking a bath. Hey, I was going to take that goat to market, but I was filthy and then uhh... I got distracted and then it was too late. I'll do it tomorrow!'
'Hmm yes, very distracted.'
Awkward silence.
'So son, I see you're masturbating now. Please tell me you at least clean that tub out after you're done'
Eric stuttered in embarrassment, "I..I ..."
'After all, wouldn't it be terribly... naughty... if your mommy bathed in a tub you just left your seed in?' Olivia circled around and came up next to the bath. She knelt down and never broke eye contact with her son. He actually had very beautiful eyes. Especially when they were wide with fear. Olivia liked being in control, and she was definitely in control of this situation. It was entirely up to her how filthy the next few moments would be. And Olivia was feeling very dirty.
'You are being awfully rough with yourself. You need to be gentle, my dear Eric.'
Awkward silence. Eric looked utterly confused now.
'Well look, maybe, Mommy could give you a helping hand? Would you like that?'
Eric slowly gave a stiff nod, his mouth agape.
Olivia hoped to find something else nice and stiff down in that soapy water. 'Ok, I'll show you how, son.' She smiled widely at Eric and rolled up her sleeve.
Slowly, slowly, she moved her hand down into the suds. Her hand penetrated the surface. Then it moved down further. Her hand touched the skin of Eric's thigh. He moaned and gasped in anticipation and the wrongness of it and the sheer outstanding arousal. Closer. Closer. Then Olivia's searching hand found his manhood. She laid just a gentle finger on it. She could feel it throbbing under her touch. It pulsed and she smiled hearing Eric's primal utterances. She moved her palm in closer and engulfed his length.
Oh.
She started gently pulling, tugging ever so softly. Eric moaned. She sped up a little, her palm sliding up and down his rod as the suds slicked past. She started to move her fingers like a wave, applying slight pressure as she lathered his penis until he started to throb and harden even more, readying the release of cum.
She stopped.
Eric was still lying in the bath, breathless and panting as he was denied reaching ecstasy. She gave a maternal smile and untied her dress at the neck. It fell away, revealing her beautiful body. Her perfect nipples, gentle curves... that pussy! Eric bit his lower lip, he wanted nothing more than to venture back into his birth canal with his tongue. He pulled her hips closer and Olivia gasped -- he was strong. She felt pride welling up in her chest, as well as a butterfly feeling -- she felt her thighs moisten more. She had already ravaged herself earlier with that mushroom stalk and she was absolutely slick.
His lips met hers, and she moaned, his tongue gently flicked on her clitoris. He moved his tongue up and down, side to side; he lapped up that matronly pussy. One hand was on her hip, and with the other, he inserted three fingers into her wet, quivering pussy. They slid easily inside her lubricated cavern, and he wondered if it was her anticipation or the fact that she had birthed him naturally. It didn't matter, all he wanted to do was destroy that slit with his mouth, to consume it until his mother bucked and pushed her pelvis into his mouth harder, begging for him to make her cum. The feeling inside her intensified and she rose to ecstasy; her body wracked with pleasure at the hands and tongue of her only son.
A moment to recover, and then she felt a little guilty for not giving her son the joy he just gave her. He wiped his lips with his hand, the slick pussy juices dripping from his mouth. Olivia gazed down into her sons eyes. He still had not moved his mouth far away from her pulsing slit. Small tendrils of mucus mixed erotically with his saliva. Well now, that couldn't go to waste.
She knelt down, never breaking eye contact. Rubbing her finger across his lips. Then another, and another. She rolled her wrist around his mouth. She rotated her arm around it. Until her entire arm, from fingertip to elbow, was naturally lubricated with the combined fluids of mother and son. Their most moist of emissions were ready for their next mission.
'Bend over in that tub, son.'
Olivia shoved her hand deep into Eric's plush, moist tushy. His deep bunghole innards separated like she was fetishist Moses and was crossing his Brown Sea. Eric gasped as his proud pooper was almost torn asunder. Despite the pain his prostate stimulation was off the charts and he started leaking precum. Olivia leaned over and gently licked off the cum from his shaft as she started pummelling his anus. Her hand became but a piston working her young son's sphincter. She thrust in and out, coming out to the wrist, then plunging in halfway up the forearm. Flecks of brown faeces, mixed with traces of blood starting accumulating on her arm. She kept up the assault. Bath suds flung about and splashed on her face. She bravely pushed on.
Eric's eyes rolled back.
'OH FUCK Mum that feels so good. Use me like the slutty bitch I am! Pound my ass! I'm gonna cum!'
Eric couldn't handle it anymore. Olivia twisted around him and slipped her mouth over his dick as he shot load after load into her awaiting mouth. Her knuckles stayed buried well deep into his brown cavern and she could feel his body vibrating around her proud fist. He was a good boy, and he sure knew how to handle a good motherly fisting.
She pulled it out like she was starting a lawnmower, revelling in the turgid stench of her muddy arm, the cry of pain from Eric as her arm suctioned out from him so suddenly, in the sweet taste of yummy son cum in her mouth.
'I love you, Mum.'
'I lub u too' Olivia gurgled through a mouthful of sinful seed.
She swallowed, and they panted together, spent. They then went about their normal evening, unspoken. Mother cooked dinner, they ate, made idle chit chat. Went to bed. The only difference was Eric's slight waddle.
Later that night, Olivia lay awake. Today had been something wonderful, and beautiful, and utterly arousing. And yet, something about today seemed wrong. Not quite right. She just couldn't figure out what it was...Olivia stuck her tongue out in concentration. The feel of the warm and dense muscle on her lips, red and stiff with blood, reminded her of Eric's incestuous phallus in her mouth, filling her with erotic, disgraceful cum. It reminded her of the intense satisfaction she got from having pummelled her son's anus into oblivion and then sucking that baby juice right out of his cock like she was guzzling a Tim Tam slam; soft chunks filling her mouth...
That was it!
She sat bolt upright. THE PENIS. She hadn't noticed it at the time, but her son had apparently come out into this world not particularly well endowed. Maybe this isn't normally a problem, but this was HER lineage! She must endeavour to remedy the situation. No wonder he was so secretive about his masturbation. She slept uneasily, tossing and turning the whole night.
The next morning, she awoke with vigour. She was determined to give her son the big cock she always dreamed he should have. How was he to pass on their genetics without a massive cock to impress the ladies? How was he to totally stretch and fill the feminine tunnels? How was he to shoot his man-milk deep inside and impregnate someone? Bah! A small cock was simply shame upon her late husband's family name, and he had had a stallion's length and girth. She expected nothing less from her son.
She set to work. She researched her books for days. She collected herbs, plants and other ingredients needed for her transformation potion. Thick and foul smells emanated from the cottage as she worked, pummelling, mixing, cooking, grinding ingredients together. A rank yellow smoke weaved out of her chimney. Eric wondered what his mother was doing, but continued his daily tasks each day unquestioningly; chopping wood, tending to their animals, going to market to sell that damn goat...
Finally, one evening, Olivia sat back, slightly sweaty. A thick and mustard yellow liquid sat in front of her in a cup. It smelt earthy and acidic. Days, she had spent concocting this. It seemed such a small reward but when Eric drinks it, his penis should enlarge to the size and girth her deceased husband's was. A thick, solid rod worthy of their lineage. And then she would suck, fuck and just in general be all around that mighty incestuous schlong. She could guzzle its contents to her heart's content, reminded of her past lover every time. The salty, thick cum dripping from her mouth, load after load shot into her begging lips. Oh, how she had fantasised about this every hour since that day in the bathtub...
She shook herself out of the thought. Not yet.
She would offer the tonic to Eric with his dinner of stewed legumes tonight. It was unlikely he would refuse to drink something given to him by his mother, despite the rancidness of the liquid. He need only sip it to feel the effects... She would offer it to him as a health tonic and store the rest.
They went about their usual nightly routines and sat down for a late dinner.
"This is for you, dear", offered Olivia, passing him his dinner and a shot sized cup of the liquid.
Eric looked dubiously at it.
"Don't be rude, eat up. The drink is a health potion, it will keep you virile and strong!"
Eric grimaced as he shotted the potion and retched a little at the taste.
She smiled and Olivia could swear her cheeks flushed a little as she thought about the possibility of her son's member growing while inside her. It would take a few hours but she planned on having his tiny cock expand inside her cavernous puss-puss.
They ate their meal in relative silence. The atmosphere reeked of sexual tension; it clawed its way through the hearty aromas of their supper, twirled around their nostrils and gently rubbed against their collective mind and loins. Eric knew something was going to happen, but he didn't know what and thought it best not to ask. Olivia's excitement surely showed in her wide eyes, but she tried to contain herself.
When they finished, mother had an important and strict instruction for son: 'Eric, you will now go to your room. You will strip to your underwear, and you will await your dessert'
Eric flushed and stumbled out of his chair down the hallway.
She did not follow immediately. The wait just made it all the more stimulating. Sweetly pungent juice starting dripping from her meat curtains as she cleared the table and washed the dishes. She couldn't resist hitching her dress slightly and slipping a finger into her quivering sex. She gasped. It was so sensitive. Every surface of her fleshy undermaw was on fire. She could almost orgasm right there. She brought the finger to her mouth and tasted herself. It was utterly divine. Forcing herself to stop at that, Olivia drained the sink, and went to her room to change. She chose a simple cotton nightie, her nipples erect and obvious through the slip.
Olivia moved back into the hallway. Her son's door was closed and she could see the flickering of candlelight coming from underneath. She took a deep breath, curled her fingers around the handle, and gently swung the door open.
Eric lay obediently on his bed. He gazed in trepidation at his mother. He took in her mature form, womanly; powerful. Olivia approached. He was wearing just a thin pair of drawers. She wordlessly slid onto the bed, aiming straight for his under pants. She had started salivating from both pairs of lips as she thought about her son's delicious cummy treat. His penis was already pinging straight up to attention. At least he has a little potential, she mused. Olivia had to extricate his member. She slid his undergarments off, bent down slowly and licked the bead of pre-cum pooling at the tip. It was disappointingly small but at least it could fit in her thirsty, searching mouth easily. She gulped it whole into her mouth and he gasped as she wrapped her tender lips around the base of his shaft. She began sucking his pin-dick like a thief trying to siphon petrol out of a car. He moaned as she sucked. Harder. Harder.
Then, stopped. She pulled back and removed her slip. His glazed eyes met hers, and she grinned. She swung one leg over his chest, crawled up him and presented her pulsing, damp slit to his mouth. He eagerly started demolishing it with his tongue and lips, grabbing hold of her hips to make sure she was locked in. She was almost giddy from horniness as he started gnoshing her sex ravenously, liquid dripping down his cheeks. He was the cookie monster, and she was his cookie. She turned around, keeping that moist muff securely locked on his lips; she wanted that puny peen in her mouth again! She clamped her mouth over it and started slapping her wet tongue against the shaft and tip. Eric moaned, which sent vibrations through Olivia's sloppy puss enticingly. They both focused on pleasing the others' genitals with their mouths now - a divine connection, yin and yang, total oral ecstasy. After about five minutes of eating each other out, Olivia started to feel her mouth get a little... fuller. The excitement started to grow inside of her, butterflies fluttered in her stomach, the potion was working!!
She quickly extricated herself with a slight wet pop noise, and slammed her sopping minge onto his cock excitedly. It was a sharp shock to her system as she slid down onto his proud member, she had accidentally slipped it right up her doot! The saliva coating his penis had caused it to easily slide right up her poop-chute! Goodness me! She thought. Eric gasped, the sudden tightness a sneaky surprise for his growing cock, Oh, mummy... he moaned. Olivia started rising up and down slowly, relishing in the new sensation - she could feel his pee-pee growing slowly in girth. She wondered briefly how large it would get... then hungrily thought about how good it would feel inside of her - a huge, veiny cock getting fatter and harder inside her willing orifice. She could tell that Eric was getting close to eruption, but so was she. She took his hand and placed it on her yoni - he obliged quickly and put three fingers straight in - no lube needed, she was absolutely sopping wet. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he slid his fingers inside her repeatedly.
What an utterly depraved scene it was in that little cottage. Two bodies intertwined in a small bedroom. Musk settled on every surface. A young man, colon deep in his witchy mother, medicinally expanded cock rutting her sumptuous anus. His fingers pushing deeply into his prebirth home, feeling his siphoning schlong through the thin membrane of her vagina. His mother rode him relentlessly, furiously, powerfully. Her matronly breasts rose up and down in rhythm to her riding. Then, it was time.
'Oh my gawd mum, I'm cumming, I've got to cum!!' Eric shouted
'Do it, my son, cum in my clingy starfish. DO IT'
Eric absolutely erupted inside that backstairs passage. Pump after pump of boy chowder rushed out of his cock, intermingling with his mother's digestions. If she had had a prostate, it would have been well stimulated.
This filling set Olivia off, and she too had an earth-shattering orgasm, squishing viscous liquid all over Eric's abdomen as she twitched from the power of it.
Then, they rested, sticky. Olivia dropped her head, exhausted. Eric caressed her face tenderly. They both breathed heavily and lay in post orgasmic stupor. After a short while, she gathered herself and went to get up.
As she rose off his now enormous horse-cock, a fresh hot steamer coated in a layer of creamy semen plopped gently onto his flat, heaving lower stomach; her anus looking like a liberally glazed donut, dripping slowly onto him. The taboo stew of Mum and Son's bodily functions coated his thighs, his balls, his cock, the bed.
Eric looked down as he felt the warm plop. The smell assaulted his nostrils.
'Mum...'
'Yes, my boy?'
'You've shit on me!'
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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