Build Him Up

Eva stood in a trance as she watched her son groan in agony as his hands clumsily tried to unzip his pants. The poor boy was helpless. He needed his mother.

Eva's blessed maternal instincts began to take over as she slowly walked toward Alex her eyes fixated on his throbbing cock. As she watched she began to slowly grope herself letting her hands slowly glide over her clothed breasts. Her boobs began to tingle and then they began to itch growing hotter with every second.

Alex was her baby boy. He needed her. He needed to be protected. He needed to come home.

Her titties were in control now as she began to paw and grope at them frantically as her hungry tits cried out for more. They needed to be satisfied.

**** to feel her naked, oily, bowling ball sized tits in her hands she took off her shirt. Tossing the shirt to the side she slowly walked to her son. Standing between him and the TV, she looked down at him.

His eyes were glazed over and his tongue was hanging out as his hands fiddled with his pants inadvertently rubbing himself making his agony worse as he tried to unzip himself. He was clearly gone fixated on the bouncing tits and his mother in front of him, he was nothing but a slobbering animal.

His mother, on the other hand, looked like a goddess. She stood above him casting a long shadow over his pathetic form. Her body was silhouetted by a squad of titties bouncing up and down for the viewer's amusement and education, as each of her hands lifted her own massive tits.

Eva glanced down at her son and then to her black plunge-bra and smiled. Her bra had a white stain on it where just this morning Alex had painted her tits at his first public titfucking.

That moment when Alex's dick was between her breasts, safe in her embrace thrusting back and forth like a dirty little slut, she never wanted it to end.

The doctor told her that it was very important that Alex not be allowed to cum, and she desperately wanted what was best for her little boy, but she also wanted his big juicy dick. She saw no reason why she couldn't have both.

Yes...that's right...she could help him. She would make sure his balls got nice and full. She had to make sure that he was properly addicted to tits, and what better way to do it than a little practice run?

Eva's smile grew wider as she slowly unhooked the back of her bra and let her gorgeous knockers burst forth into the open air.

She watched as Alex's eyes were drawn to her large pink nipples. Her breasts were his entire world now, and it was going to stay that way.

"Here...let mommy help you" Eva whispered as she pushed Alex's hands and quickly undid the front of his jeans.

He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his penis immediately sprung out to greet her. Underwear just got in the of what was important, covering and supporting things a bit too much. It was better for men to go commando and provide easy access to any women who might need it. When his mother and the girls at the clinic dressed him they made sure to get rid of his childish underwear. Now that he was 18 he would no longer need them.

Eva took her son's cock in her hands and blew on the head softly. It was angry red and swollen from all the **** it had taken today. Eva cooed lightly continuing to blow on him as she lowered herself to her knees and positioned her big soft boobs on his lap.

Trapped now in a lounge of dirty pillows, Eva took the head and began to suck it into her mouth allowing her hot, wet saliva to drool down his shaft making him nice and lubricated as she worked his pole in her mouth.

Alex's poor abused cock had been through so much today, but Eva wanted to make sure it was ready for more. She wanted to make sure it was ready to fuck her big fat tits.

Eva continued to suck her son's dick in and out of her mouth making wet sloppy sounds as she did. Soon Alex's crotch was covered in his mother's spit and ready for the main event.

Eva looked up at her Son her eyes filled with manic possessive glee as she crushed his cock between her giant flesh melons and began to work them up and down his shaft.

Alex cried out in pleasure. The lights were on but nobody was home behind his vacant eyes. He was nothing but a zombie, a body to carry around his all important dick.

Eva smiled and laughed as she began to pick up the pace. She slid her massive rack up and down faster and faster as Alex let out struggling cries of overstimulated pleasure.

Uuugh This feeling!...her son's cock pumping in and out of her tits! It felt so right...it felt so good. Her baby boy was home now, back between his mother's breasts. This was where he belonged.

Lost in the euphoria Eva continued to pump up and down bringing Alex closer and closer to release, but she couldn't have that. She was suppose to fill his balls, to leave him on the edge. If he came, he couldn't fuck her anymore. This is what was good for him. This is where he was meant to be.

So, whenever Alex began to whine or his penis began to jerk, Eva would crush it between her breast leaving him unable to cum as she slowly continued to fuck him with her tits.

This went on for hours, and soon hours turned to days, and days into weeks as Eva continued to titfuck her son as she cared for him. Keeping him healthy and safe as she edged him in her pillowly prison, Eva became addicted to the thrusting of her son's penis.

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Sometime later....

THWACK

THWACK

THWACK

THWACK

The sound echoed through the house as Eva continued to pound her son's cock in between her breasts.

Tits were Alex's life now. Nothing but tits. His mother laughed at him, her face in a constant state of bliss as she continued to work his tortured pole up and down between her breasts.

All he could do was quietly whimper, as his mother laughed. He had found his home between her pillowy tits.

Alex joined the legions of other boobslaves a mindless living cock constantly edged, but never allowed to cum. A prisoner to the boobacracy and their ever growing busts.

He wouldn't be causing problems any more. He wouldn't be doing anything except fucking his mother's tits.

He had become the boobslave he was always destined to be.

The End.