Chapitre 85: Goodbye Carla, Hello Slut
byMs_Mesh_Microkini©
"Oh, fuck Mom, I'm...I'm gonna cum."
I heard Todd say it, but my mind was still delirious, powerfully overcome with such intense pleasure that I couldn't form a single thought. My mind couldn't actually register a thing, and I could only barely grasp the fact that I was folded upside down on my former marital bed, my lower body bent so far back that only my shoulders touched the sheets with my legs were pushed almost to my nose. My ass was stretched high, pointed towards the ceiling fan spinning overhead, gently cooling the soaked, sweaty bodies of myself and my son Todd while he thrust into me with avid purpose. The promise of climax had seized him, and he was giving it all he had, attacking my pussy with such ferocity that I was on an everlasting high.
Never in my life had I ever felt something so wonderful, so unmatched as this feeling, and I never wanted it to end. I wanted to stay right here, like this...with my butt sticking out in the air while my son fucked my holes in shameless and animalistic fervor...forever.
Deep down, I knew that from that day on, if I had to describe my vision of heaven, it would this moment frozen in place for all time.
"God, I can't hold anymore, Mom...! I can't--"
Todd's warnings were interrupted by wild convulsions in his testicles as they pumped the excess of his pressurized sperm deep into my pussy. Jet after jet of thick, rich cum poured from the head of my son's cock and far into the reaches of my vagina, easily reaching the womb and any other hidden pockets it could find in there. I could feel every single nook of my cunt becoming saturated with my son's milk. Invading the space like it belonged there.
Todd just held me in place, his hands with a vice grip on my hips that didn't allow me to move an inch, even if I had tried. I could do nothing but just stay where I was, exactly the way I was, as his hips fell pressed against mine and deposited the load he had worked so hard to make. The way I was, with my body naked and practically upside down underneath him, it was like I existed in that moment purely to be the receptacle for his seed. The fact that I was in this position even helped the sperm inside me get where it needed to be faster, as gravity did half the work.
Todd was still moaning, slowly beginning to come down off his high, but still giving me a firm thrust again and again every other second or so. He kept pushing his cock back deep inside me, making sure that every last drop of his jizz seeped out of his balls and into me...where it rightfully belonged.
It was around this time that I my many consecutive orgasms finally ceased, and my brain began to "reboot". I was still ridiculously high with pleasure and raw emotion at that point, but there were a few brain cells beginning to fire up between my ears. Enough to remember where I was, who I was, what I was doing and who I was doing it with.
I stared upward at my son, Todd, and his eyes gazed lovingly back into mine. We saw the love, the pleasure, within each others' eyes and in that moment both of us realized that we'd ignited something that would never be extinguished. Though my mind, and almost certainly his as well, was slowly returning to me as our night of tireless passion finally came to an end, we had been forever altered. Todd and Carla, as we had once knew them, were now gone.
And in their place was something truly remarkable.
All I could do, as I lay there, gasping for breath and full of sperm, was think about the events which had led to this situation...
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FIVE MONTHS AGO
"And that's the last of it."
"Thanks, how much do I owe ya?"
The moving guy just shook his head and smiled. "Nothing at all Mrs -- uh, sorry -- Ms. King, just part of the job. I hope things work out in the new place and all, and though I'm sorry about the circumstances that led to it, I'm glad you chose us to help you move in."
"You guys did a great job," I told him. "Prompt. Efficient, and you even moved all of my glassware and delicate furniture without breaking anything. If I ever need help moving anything else around, I'll definitely give you a call."
He tipped his hat to me. "Give Todd my regards and tell him I'll see him at the gym on Friday."
I saw the two men to the door, and waved from the threshold as they walked back to their vehicles. "I will. And thanks again!"
When they drove off, I turned back to my new home, where I'd be beginning my new life as a single divorcee. Inside a home bought and paid for with my own money, earned through nineteen years as an accountant. Every brick, every plank, every light bulb was mine.
Now what the hell was I going to do with it?
It was a nice, pretty house. Three floors, four bedrooms, three bathrooms. I had enough room to make a recreation room, and maybe special dining room for guests if I felt like inviting some over. I could also dedicate one of the larger rooms to being a gallery for any prized art that I still had in my collection after my cunt of a husband had taken half of them.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I, Carla King -- formerly Carla Wilkes -- was 37 years old when I divorced my two-timing husband Paul Wilkes, after I caught him fucking a girl half his age in our bedroom. But it's not like our marriage had been pure nirvana before that, either. Paul had also gotten lazy and vindictive and just didn't seem to care about the relationship anymore. To be fair, though, neither did I. It became pretty clear where this was headed when neither of us seemed eager to bring up sex for more than two years and remained settled into a life of unending marital chastity.
Or I didn't, at least. The floozy I found him with was the only affair I was sure about, but I can't deny the possibility of others. To be frank, I simply didn't care enough to pay attention.
And to be honest, I don't think I'd have cared that much about even the one, if I hadn't caught him so blatantly in the act. Fucking her in our bed. Even worse, he'd started to get sloppy and obvious about it, to the point that I could hear others whispering and giggling behind my back. That was what prompted me to hire the private investigator, and it only took them a few hours to gather all the evidence I'd ever need to make it a slam dunk.
He can stick his wick wherever he likes, but I was not going to be the butt of someone else's joke.
We lived in a no-fault state, so I just had to settle for a clean fifty-fifty split of most our assets, except any funds and possessions which we had agreed to exclusively own beforehand. Unfortunately, while I'd been smart enough to keep my own separate bank account, I hadn't been so meticulous about my prized art pieces that had each been worth several thousands of dollars. Paul had successfully argued to a judge that some of them belonged to him because he'd bought them--a lie, because they had been gifts for me back when there was a marriage worth giving a damn about.
To top it off, the bastard only wanted them because he thought he could sell them back to me at double what they were actually worth, and in a roundabout way get more money from our split. I told him to fuck off, and he just smirked and said he'd just find some place else to sell them. My one small solace was that I'd gotten to keep the marital bed he'd screwed his homewrecking skank in, which I decided to keep after the idiot confessed he wanted it because the bitch "really liked getting fucked in it".
Good. Fucking. Riddance.
In any case, that was the story of how I ended up single. The story of the house was much simpler. I knew a guy that knew a guy that had some property to sell, and I was able to haggle to a really good selling price. At first, I thought I might just flip it and earn a nice profit, but I came to actually like the place. When I was a girl, this was the kind of Barbie dream home I'd want to live in. Green lawn. Apple trees in the back. White picket fences...
It was just too bad that I didn't have my own Ken to share it with.
As fortune would have it, Todd -- my only child, and the one good thing to come out of that disastrous marriage -- needed a place to stay. He'd just finished getting a two-year Associates degree and needed a place to settle until he found work. I volunteered to give him a room of the house that he could use, under the agreement that he would be allowed to stay for up to a year if needed, and we'd renegotiate the terms from there. The conditions were that Todd had to take care of his room, respect my space, clean up after himself, and never, ever bring someone home to fuck under any circumstances. I knew he was a grown man and all, but that just wasn't something I felt like dealing with at that time in my life.
He agreed, and thus the two of us became "roomies".
About two months into the arrangement and Todd and I were still getting along well. I think living on his own since high school had mellowed and matured him some, making it hard to believe that this was the same boy who'd once broken his fibula trying to backflip onto a trampoline off the garage roof on a dare. Come to find out, Todd was really, really into electronics and had a passionate interest in one day studying AI research. I had no idea where he'd picked up such a passion from, but I was happy to see it, and even more happy to see that he'd ditched the edgy blue haircut, and the dozen or so piercings he'd put all over his face back in high school.
I had always worried that Todd tried too hard to gain the approval of others, especially the "cool" kids he thought were his friends. Fortunately, my worst fear...that he would get involved with drugs or gangs or worse...never came to pass, but he had still developed hobbies and interests that I couldn't understand or approve of. Like most teenagers, he'd seemed to be rebelling against nothing in particular.
Thankfully, that all seemed to be mostly behind him now. He was still covered in tattoos, with ink running across every inch of his buff, muscular arms and partially visible around the collar of his shirt, but that I didn't mind too much. Now that he was back to a normal hairstyle and manner of dressing, I actually had to admit that the tattoos gave him a rather fetching "hidden bad boy" look about him.
In fact, I daresay that it was around this time that I caught myself giving him subtle glances through the side of my eye. As I hinted before, Todd was muscular -- it was clear that he'd begun to work out after moving out, because his entire body was pure muscle. Not bulky like Mr. Olympia or anything, but extremely cut and well-defined. It was clear that he'd put in a lot of hours at the gym with his buddies, and it had done wonders for my scrawny son.
Sometimes, I'd find myself running my eyes along every crease of his body, noting all the various muscles and veins that ran across his body like electrical wiring. It was like following the lines of a circuit board and seeing how everything fit together. There was no end. Every line of flesh and sinew led to another, with new ones appearing when he moved. It was captivating to look at, and I took the liberty to do so at every opportunity.
Maybe at first, it was some weird sense of maternal pride...an admiration for the incredible specimen that I'd birthed out of my womb, basking in the accomplishment that I gave life to such a perfectly-crafted human machine.
But soon after, that wasn't the reason at all. Rather than fascination, my eyes were drawn to him by enchantment. By pure, animalistic desire. I found myself hoping that I'd catch a glimpse of Todd shirtless as he came out of the shower or came downstairs after his workout in the home gym. I would lean in with keen interest when I saw his muscly body glisten with sweat or shower water, my heart slowly pounding faster...faster.
Soon after, I found myself licking my salivating lips at the sight of him, fanning myself when heat overcame me as Todd showed off that magnificent body of his. The craziest part of it was that I still hadn't become overtly aware that I was doing any of this, so I didn't see anything wrong with it. I could see nothing at all strange in the way my body reacted to seeing my only son trotting through the house like some sort of prized stallion.
That is, until one day, when I unconsciously found myself reaching between my legs and felt that the soaked swamp between the lips of my pussy.
Oh my God, what the fuck am I DOING?! I asked myself, racing into the bathroom, slamming the door and began throwing entire handfuls cold water all over my face, trying desperately to regain control. As I slowly started to catch my breath, I stared at myself in the mirror and questioned just what the hell I'd been doing all this time. Was I actually sitting there, getting turned on by my own son!?
I made excuses. I rationalized. I rewrote history to suit the way I wanted to remember things. But the truth was evident.
I was apparently so lonely, so desperate for physical companionship that I'd gotten excited by the only thing in my house with a dick, even if it happened to be my own son.
In the immediate aftermath of that incident, I bought a few "aides" for myself to use whenever I felt certain urges bubbling up again. Starting out at a rate of once per week, I cycled between shoving a big, stiff dildo up my cunt until I finally got off and rubbing a high-frequency vibrator over my clit. Or sometimes doing both.
Eventually, once-per-week became three-times-per-week, then once-per-day, and finally multiple-times-per-day.
The worst part about it was that this not only failed to help, but it actually made things far, far worse. If I ran into Todd and his sweaty mountain of a body, I would immediately have to run straight to my room and service the hell out of my pussy until I came. Giving myself release for these urges had only allowed them to take a greater hold over me.
Soon, it felt as if my body had become conditioned to completely associate my son Todd with raw, overwhelming orgasmic pleasure.
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This went on for a few weeks before one day, I'd forgotten to close the door behind me while screwing myself and Todd peeked inside and got a good view of me sticking a 10-inch dildo deep inside my cunt. I gasped when I saw him, and he just stood there wide-eyed and open-mouthed, staring at me and my open legs.
I wanted to die.
How could I have been stupid enough not to even close the door behind me, let alone lock it?
If I had to guess, Todd must have followed me after I ran away before to check if there was anything wrong, only to get greeted by this gracious sight. How was I supposed to explain what I was doing? Own up to actually being a lonely old maid and look even more pathetic? Lie to his face and say that this was a one-time thing? Tell him that I'm a slut that couldn't get by a single day without sticking something up one of my holes?
Or better yet...tell him that I put myself in this position because I'd just seen him coming out of the shower?!
So many thoughts and choices flooded my head that I only then realized something.
Todd was still standing there, and I was still slowly moving the dildo in and out of my wet pleasure box.
The two of us were locked in a single moment like a single panel of a comic strip, my eyes still affixed to his, and his on his mother's over-stuffed cunt.
I wanted to tell myself to stop. I wanted to scream at my hand to stop moving, but I couldn't. Maybe a part of me felt it was payback -- after all of the times I'd gotten so aroused staring at him, it was only fair that I pay it all back while having him stare at me. Maybe I was just so far gone that I my broken logic assumed it was better to continue and get at least one orgasm out of the situation. Or maybe I just had no reason at all. Either way, my pace quickened, I licked my lips, and then tilted my head back and moaned. I had been at the gateway of an orgasm for almost that whole time, but picking up rhythm was pushing me harder and faster towards the finish line.
I kept looking at Todd while jamming the slick dildo in and out of my quivering cunt repeatedly. I was jackhammering quite fast now, and my body had reached the threshold where focus and control became impossible. I moaned louder and more helplessly, my body spiraling recklessly towards the unavoidable abyss of one incredibly intense orgasm.
Finally, I erupted, crying out like a squeaky schoolgirl while juices flew out of my pussy and a shockwave of pleasure crashed over every part of me at once. It was easily one of the best, if not the best, climaxes I had ever experienced in my life, and it left me completely ragged and unprepared for what came next.
An instant later, I felt something take grasp of both my ankles and flesh pressing against my loins. Barely able to comprehend things in the state I was in, I still managed to look downward and find a nude Todd between my legs, now with both of my feet locked together in his grip while he methodically lined up his cock with the entrance to my hole.
I shouted weakly, "Todd, what do you think you're--"
"You think you can just do that in front of me and act like it doesn't affect me?" he retorted, pushing the bell of his cock inside. "No way. After what I just saw, you definitely have this coming."
I wanted to protest further, but another inch of him slipped inside me, and words just failed to come out. I gasped in pure bliss, basking in how good it felt to feel real flesh inside me for the first time in years. I didn't give any thought to who it belonged to, or who we both were. Right now, all that mattered was that there was a cock making its way inside me and I wanted to extend my full invitation.
Todd continued pushing, lifting my lower body further and further from the bed until it came up to meet him and plunged the full length of his cock inside. By this point, I couldn't see anything anymore from the angle I was positioned, but I don't think anything would have processed anyway. The only thought in my head was that I wished he would hurry up and fuck me.
He must have heard it, because he quickly obliged and began hammering his cock inside my cunt while I went absolutely ballistic on the bedsheets below him, gasping and moaning and squealing and repeating "Yes....Yes!!" over and over.
I'd never been fucked like this before. In this sort of position. In such a nasty, forceful way. With my back lifted off the bed, my shoulders barely touching the sheets, and my ass thrust upward like a slab of meat.
I loved it.
It inherently gave Todd full control, because I was practically planted on my shoulders and could barely move a single muscle. All I could do was futilely thrash my arms and try to find something firm to hold onto, to brace myself for the torrent of pleasure rushing over me. But the fact that nowhere my hands went could find purchase only added to helplessness I felt...only made the fact that I was being fucked like this...flat out conquered like this...infinitely more exciting.
I did the only thing I could do: I came. Over and over again, I came with screaming intensity. I screamed like a helpless child. I screamed like a desperate, powerless slut that didn't know how to do anything else.
Todd relentlessly and ceaselessly continued. I had no way of knowing how long he'd been pounding me, but he never once slowed down or got fatigued. God, that body of his must have had inhuman stamina. And I realized that right now, in this moment, it was all for me.
As you might have guessed by now, this is the part where you came in.
As Todd gently laid my limp body back upon the bed, I remained sprawled there, my thoughts twisted in turmoil about everything which led to this point. The weeks I spent voyeuring my own son. The later weeks that I'd spent masturbating because of him. The pure elation, and undeniable satisfaction that my mind drifted in, right this moment.
I didn't know what to do, or where to go from here. What could I envision our life to be like, after this?
What stuck in my mind most was that this was my own doing. Yes, Todd had pushed himself on me. Yes, he had penetrated me without confirmed consent. Yes, he had taken what he wanted without asking and gave no choice and no say what was about to happen to me. But, I never asked him to stop. Furthermore, I had been the one masturbating deliberately in front of him without his permission. I had seen him, I knew that he was watching, and I kept going regardless.
I couldn't deny that this result had actually been what I wanted. I hadn't planned anything. There had been no scheme that led up to it, but the moment Todd had walked in, I knew that I wanted him to fuck me...but I wanted it to be a decision he made. I wanted it to be an action he took upon himself.
I wanted him to take control of me.
It was at that moment, at that exact revelation, that Carla as I had known her died, and born in her place was some new person who had been birthed just for this purpose. If I wanted to get what I needed of this, then I needed to act on it now, while the future was still up in the air.
Sitting myself up into a kneeling position, I innocently glanced upward into Todd's eyes, and we matched gazes for a moment. Then, reached out with my hand and gently began stroking his cock.
"I can't live without this now, you know," I said to him, matter-of-factly.
He perched an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
"Mmhmm," I confirmed, stretching my tongue out to catch a dollup of his cum dangling from his tip. "After this, I can't just go back to being your mother anymore."
"Then what are you now?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Just a slut. A pair of tits and ass. A hole for you to fuck." I put an extremely heavy emphasis on the word "fuck", stretching out the F and putting a hard cut into the sound of the K, all while glancing up at him with a nasty smirk. That had the intended effect.
Todd dove upon me, shoved his cock right back home, and began to take what was promised. He laid directly atop me, pinning me to the bed, and I found myself in yet another wonderful scenario where I couldn't have moved or escaped even I'd wanted to. Even half the air in my body had been pushed out, forcing my lungs to work even harder, making each and every breath more intense and keeping me that much more aroused the entire time.
Between my legs, I felt his manly hips bouncing up and down on me, and I could feel his cock pushing balls deep on every thrust. It was incredible that he still had this much energy after how long and rough he'd given it to me earlier, but I was ready to accept it all. I was willing and able to receive all that he could give me and more.
After a nice, long evening's worth of effort, he came inside me again and then rolled over and laid beside me. I felt his massive arm entwine and pull me to him, and I suddenly felt a cavegirl that had just been claimed by the Alpha of the group. I lay there beside him, naked, feeling vulnerable but protected in his powerful arms, bathing in his warmth...my hands gently feeling their way across his broad chest.
At some point, I managed to drift to sleep. After dozing for a time, I began to dream of being fucked by a disembodied dick. In my dreams, I could feel a long, thick tool being pushing inside so deep that it threatened to split in me in two. I dreamt that I was floating in a beautiful sky surrounded by golden sun rays and perfect white clouds, bouncing up and down on the soft white puffs as the hard dick continued pushing its way inside.
Except, when I finally jolted awake. I found that most of that wasn't a dream. Because when I opened my eyes, Todd had folded me in half again and was pistoning hard in and out of my hole, the force of each thrust making the flesh of my ass bounce and the sounds of his grunts echoing through the silent bedroom.
Somehow, it was already morning, and getting woken up with a fresh load deposited into my cunt by my son...my new lover...was the best alarm I could have hoped for.
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This routine continued. Days. Weeks. A month.
Each day, Todd grew bolder. Each day, he encroached upon my personal space further and further, invading more and more of my daily ritual. When he wanted me, anything I said and anything I did didn't matter. He just ignored any obstacles and claimed my body whenever he liked. If I was frying dinner on the stove, he'd turn the heat off and pull me onto the living room coach and have his way with me. If was in the shower, he'd invite himself inside and wash my body while fucking me at the same time. And then, I would wash him in turn, including cleaning his cock with my mouth. If I fell sound asleep, I had a good chance of waking up with a new helping of cum dripping fresh out of my pussy.
It got to the point that one day, I was taking a phone call from an important client (Hard to recall at this point, but I was an accountant, remember?), and he simply took the phone out of my hand and tossed it aside. Then, he shoved me onto the bed, stripped me, and mounted me. I spent the whole night screaming with orgasms until we finally had one together.
And I let him get away with it. All of it.
Because it turned me on. Because he turned me on.
Because being treated like just his plastic sex doll was the best feeling I'd ever experienced in my whole, entire life.
Even if I was momentarily upset by his actions, all it required was the removal of his shirt for me to instantly submit. All I'd be able to think about was wanted to watch his bulging pecs as he slammed into me over and over, or feeling my hands rub the sculpted flesh of his ass as he came inside.
But over time, even that faded. Soon, I didn't even get the least bit upset about anything he did anymore, because every time he showed up to take me, all I could think about was pleasing him and getting him inside me as swiftly as possible. By this time, he had claimed even more of my body and began to take my ass as well as my mouth and pussy, making use of every one of the holes my body offered, and that only thrilled me more. I'd never given my ass to anyone before, not even my ex-husband, so even with the lube he provided, having Todd's thick cock in my cunt still hurt like hell.
And I loved it.
In addition to all of that, more often, Todd had begun to slap me during sex.
And I loved it.
In addition to that, more often, Todd began to call me names like "slut" and "bimbo" and "whore".
And I loved it.
Eventually, he started flat out giving orders, telling me exactly what he wanted me to and when he wanted me to do it. Sometimes telling me to do something outlandish to see if I'd really do it. Like ordering me to fuck a door handle, or answer the door nude. One test even had him order me to seduce a total stranger and take him to bed with me...an order he cancelled immediately when it became clear I'd really go through with it.
That's when he knew...when we both really knew...that I really had become a slut and my every desire was to please him.
No matter what he did...no, because of what he did, I only wanted more. I wanted to be fucked like a whore. I wanted to be violated. I wanted to be his thing to use, and not a person.
It shocked me, seeing just how into this new side of myself I was. I had never been this way with Todd's father. In that relationship, I wanted to be an equal partner in a normal marriage. No more, no less. But with Todd, I wanted to be his. I wanted him to own me. I wanted nothing more than to give my all to him, body and soul, and do whatever he wished of me.
And the really scary thing about it was that this was simply a natural feeling. It wasn't something I consciously chose or some new kink I just wanted to try out. Whenever I was around Todd, all of my personal wishes and my selfish yearnings just fell away. All I could think of was how I could please him. How my body could give him pleasure and my heart could give him all that he desired.
At first, I didn't know what had come over me. But later, the pieces began to fit. I knew what had caused this, even if I didn't really understand the why or how.
I recognized the signs.
I was in love.
For some time after, whenever he took me to bed, Todd rarely made an effort to cum anywhere but inside my pussy. I never questioned it, or even thought much about it at all, honestly. It just didn't seem strange to me. As far as I was concerned, he was his property in any capacity he liked. If he wanted it, I swallowed his cum and if wanted it, I took his load up my ass. Bursting his nut milk inside my cunt had become his usual first choice, though.
Of course, as you can probably guess from where I'm going with this...
It was only a matter of time before I wound up pregnant.
When I told him, Todd was thrilled. He spun me around the room and kissed me. "Finally," he shouted excitedly.
It was only then that I realized that this had been what he'd wanted all along -- to knock me up with his baby. I didn't know how long he'd been planning this...had been weeks? Months? It could have even been from the very beginning for all I truly knew. The way he clogged my pussy with so much sperm when our relationship began lent credibility to the theory.
But ultimately, it didn't matter.
Even if it hadn't been deliberate on my part, I was happy that I had finally made a baby for him, if that was what Todd wanted. Yes, even that part of my body was not withheld from his ownership.
But it seemed almost surreal to realize that I was actually pregnant again. The last time had been over 20 years ago, obviously before Todd had even existed. I had never thought I'd find myself back in this position in a million years.
And somehow, I'd never seen this coming. The idea had just never occurred me in all the weeks that we'd fucked, even though I knew that I was still having regular menstruation and not on any kind of birth control. I like to think that I'm a smart woman, but somehow I completely forgot how nature worked. It was like whenever Todd's dick was in me, I just became a total fucking moron.
Yeah, that was the perfect descriptor of what I'd become: A Fucking Moron. A Moron for Fucking.
But it was fine. It didn't matter to me that my own son had made a deliberate and successful effort to get me pregnant. It didn't matter to me that I was carrying an incestuous baby inside me which would change everything me in my life forever. It didn't matter to me that I was almost forty and wouldn't see this child fully grown until I was knocking at sixty. All that mattered to me was that knowing he'd knocked me up made my son happy. Seeing the elation and joy on his face made it worth anything.
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"Now then," Todd said, roughly a month after I'd returned from the hospital. "Shall we get to work on baby #2?"
"Absolutely Master," I said, giddy with enthusiasm. "My womb is very eager."
Only weeks ago, I had given birth to healthy baby girl. And now, only a short time later, he and I were ready to begin fucking from dusk til dawn, hard at work making a new one.
While I'd been pregnant, I had quit working and cancelled the contracts with all of my clients. Todd himself had put both school and finding work on hold for now. For the foreseeable future, the two of us had enough of a nest egg from my savings and money market accounts that finances would never be an issue.
Now, the two of could fuck literally all day, every day.
From then on, making a new baby for Todd became my number one priority. And without prompting, completely of my own volition, I had begun to call him "Master" because at this point, my life revolved solely around him.
No, we weren't in a BDSM thing. At least, not officially.
Naturally, I'd been tied up and chained while Todd fucked me several times by this point, but that was never an inherent part of our relationship. I'd never done anything like sign a contract with him, and Todd told me he was turned off by the idea of collaring. He said it turned him on more to know that I was doing this of my own choice, not because he'd put me in a collar or made me sign some sort of binding agreement.
And that was very true -- this entire position had been wholly of my own making. I ceded more and more control over my life and my personal dignity to Todd because it felt like my true purpose. I wasn't his mother anymore. I wasn't that Carla. I was his new Carla. A Carla that existed only to be his slut.
So over the nine months of my first pregnancy, our relationship transitioned into something vaguely resembling a husband-and-wife, albeit more derived from about 3,000 BC. Todd and I occasionally went out together, but rarely to places where people knew us. Even when we did, Todd looked so different now than he did as a young man that no one ever recognized him. They just assumed I had a hot young boyfriend. If I went out to familiar places or bumped into familiar people, there were always questions about how and why I'd gotten myself pregnant again without a wedding ring at the ripe age of 37. I would just lie to their faces and make up some bullshit story about how I'd gotten myself knocked up. I told the girl at the beauty salon that it was the result of a one-night-stand with some handsome Italian guy. I told my aunt that I had been dating a wealthy man and that he'd run away after learning I was expecting. I told my girlfriend that I'd gotten drunk at a party and was subsequently passed around by about a dozen different guys, waking up not knowing which one of them could even be the father.
I'm pretty sure they all believed me, but my heart was pounding waiting for the day that two or more of them would bump into each other and start to gossip. I couldn't wait to see how they'd react when they realized that I'd given each of them a different tale of bullshit.
A bit mean? Sure. But it's not like I could tell any of them the truth, and if I tried telling one believable lie, I'd just have to add more and more lies to keep my story straight. So why not let them do the work and believe whatever they wanted to believe?
Todd loved my pregnant belly, and he was surprisingly fatherly despite his age. I gushed with pride watching him kiss my bloated stomach right above the tattoo I'd gotten which read "SLUT" in big flaming letters.
Putting his ear on my belly, Todd swore he could hear the baby speaking, which I'm pretty sure is impossible but didn't have the heart to tell him so. He could definitely feel the sucker kicking and see the occasional hand and footprint poking out, so he was definitely reminded that there was a small person being constructed inside his mom and that he was the one who had put it there.
Pregnant sex was the best, and Todd knew just how rough he could be with me without putting me or the baby in danger. I got to ride on top more often, and though you'd think I'd feel more in control there, the way Todd simply laid back, squeezed and played with both of my titties, and let me do all the work had me feeling more like a whore than ever. It was hard trying to move my body and bounce up and down on his dick with all this extra weight sticking out of my front, but I made the effort and tired myself out to ensure that I would please him, and be rewarded with the feeling of his seed shooting inside me.
So as you already know, at the end of my pregnancy, I gave birth to a baby girl and Todd immediately began breeding me all over again.
I thought our relationship couldn't get any hotter, but the next few weeks proved otherwise. Each and every day, several times a day, Todd fucked me everywhere in the house and deposited endless ropes of semen into my pussy. Unlike last time, the fact that I knew what he was after, and that I knew what the inevitable result would be, only enhanced my pleasure tenfold. It was an out-of-this-world experience, to have the complete knowledge that my son was taking complete ownership of my pussy...of my entire body in fact....converting me into a walking incubator for his next baby.
And the thought of it delighted me.
But the best part? You remember that feeling I described? The one I used to have only when his cock was inside me--that overpowering, relentless euphoria that prevented me from thinking about my actions or the consequences? Well I felt it almost all the time now, thanks to the baby I'd pushed out. Whenever I held that little one in my arms, or laid eyes upon her, or...hell...even thought about her, I was filled with that same consuming euphoria. Just an endless wave of satisfaction that made me confident that this was my true calling and that I would never, ever have regrets.
How could I regret anything? Todd had given me the greatest gift any woman could ever ask for.
And within three months, I was proudly sporting a new, rapidly-growing baby bump.
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Fast-forward again over a full year, with another baby now due any day. My body was now absolutely covered in tattoos that showcased art of male anatomy like cocks and testicles and thick white splooge, surrounded with demeaning language like "WHORE" and "HARLOT" and "JIZZ RECEPTACLE". The explicit body parts were drawn on places like my tits or ass cheeks where it was harder for anyone to se except my son. The words and names, on the other hand, had been stamped in so many places all over my skin that no matter what I wore, unless it was a fur coat or a moo-moo, more than a few dirty words were sure to be seen.
No matter what, everyone around me could read all these nasty words, and now see all the filthy things I'd become.
By this point, I had no doubts that everyone knew something was "off" about me. Even people who used to be friendly and chatty around me started giving me wide distance and judgmental stares. I hadn't gotten a single call from any of my relatives last Christmas, and I'd had more than one visit from policemen sent by either concerned parties or people who wanted me to stop me from displaying my beloved body art in public. Some of them wanted to condemn me, some wanted to "save" me, others wanted to humiliate me.
But little did they know that the new Carla reveled in such humiliation.
In addition to all this, it was around this time that Todd had suddenly began to discuss bringing another woman into our bedroom. At first, he brought it up as a joke, but I didn't really protest.
"If that's what you wish, Master," I said to him in bed, in my assuredly sweet voice.
"Wait, are you serious?" he said, sitting up in bed. "Didn't you divorce Dad because you found him with someone else?"
"Yes, but everything was different. The circumstances were different. The person was different. And I was different." I took his hand and spoke as sincerely as I could. "As I've told you before, many times, I'm not that person anymore. I've been changed. Reborn. A total slut who lives to obey her Master's command and fulfill his
He sat up and looked at me with keen interest. "Have you ever eaten another woman's pussy before? Would you?"
"No, I never have before. But if that would please my Master, gladly," I answered emphatically.
He paused again, and considered. I was surprised, because rarely did Todd put this much thought into anything he wanted me to do. Usually, he would just command me, and it would be done. I thought he'd stopped worrying about any objections from me long before he'd gotten me pregnant for the third time. By this point, I was certain he knew that if I said I'd do something if it made him happy, then by default it would make me happy.
But, this seemed different. And I think I understood why.
Until now, this had only been between us. Just he and I. Despite how hilariously unsubtle we were about it, there was no one else who knew what the two of us did in the privacy of our own home. That knew about this incestuous love nest we'd built with two children already a third due any day. But this idea he proposed was dangerous. Because for the first time, we'd be exposing our greatest secret to someone else.
It was crazy. It was stupid. It was risky as all hell.
How could I not want to do it?
"Alright," he said, his face shifting into an excitedly-wicked grin. "I'll make this a job for you. If you're really up to this, then I charge you with finding a nice, hot piece of ass, bringing her back, and being present as I shoot hot jizz up her pussy."
In response to his command, I licked my lips with eagerness. "If that's what my Master commands, I will get started immediately."
I felt something sorta "snap" inside me, followed by the sudden rush of warm liquid running between my legs. He and I looked at each other, aware of what it meant.
"Well....'immediately' might be just a bit a stretch," I said, amending my previous statement.
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