Epilogue : Six Years Later

It had been six years , six long years since that faithful day when your mom disappeared, the events of the aftermath clear in your mind. You awoke on the cold floor of your bedroom , it was pitch black in the middle of the night, your injuries along with the bindings and magic mirror were gone. You wasted no time in recollecting past events before bolting downstairs in hopes of saving your mother ,and beating that fat , ugly bastard to death. However, when you arrived downstairs to the kitchen both him and your mother were gone , the only evidence that seemed to confirm the hellish , and nightmarish events that had recently occurred , were the copious amounts of dried semen , breast milk and a few pubes that were scattered across the kitchen floor , along with your mothers black spectacles. You picked them up , staring at them briefly , before beginning to weep uncontrollably as you recalled the past day in greater detail along with her chilling affirmation.

You spent the rest of your summer searching desperately for your mother , refusing to believe she had abandoned you for that old dog to become his whore , and choosing instead to think that she was kidnapped. You did everything within your power to find her , filing police reports , picture on milk carton , posting her image on every forum group and social media page you knew, which you're pretty sure was used more as masturbatory material more than anything else , but you didn't care as you pleaded with the creator above to help you find your mother. You even called in at her work , but had come to find out from her secretary, that she had resigned the same week she disappeared, adding to your fear and concern even more. Thinking about it now , she did mention that it was strange for your hyper ambitious , methodical , disciplined mother , who had fought so hard for the position would, simply resigned after a few years , especially without so much as a formal letter , two weeks notice ,or an in person goodbye. Just a single rushed , rather peculiar phone call. You had to agree with her that it sounded nothing like her , your career driven , by the books mom wouldn't just pick up and leave , forgetting everything she fought so hard for. When asked about the phone call , she did something unexpected and congratulated you. Complimenting you on your new baby siblings and expressing surprise that your usual ice cold , career bound mother had found a boyfriend and let him her pregnant at that. Your heart became pressed ,and sunk slightly with anguish as those words challenged your belief in that she had been kidnapped and reminding you again what happened that day. When asked to give more detail , the secretary explained that while she didn't hear it our right , she put two and two together. Recollecting that during the phone call , she had sounded notably flustered , and slightly in pain, she heard a man with a rather coarse voice whisper to her indiscernibly in the background as she responded under her breath but still clear enough for her to hear , somethin about her soon to be babies getting in the way. The secretary then expressed childish glee and curiosity about who was the handsome man , good enough not only to bag a lewdly curvaceous woman like your mom , but get in her pants and knock her up so quickly. With that your heart sunk even further , you had just lost your last lead to find your mother.

Days , turned to weeks , weeks turned to months and months turned to a year , as you desperately continued to search for her, each day that passed slowly squeezing hope from your mind. The police investigations and pictures turned up nothing, breaking your heart even further. Until one day you simply decided that it was time to give up and move on , having repressed the memories of what had happened that day , locking them in the deepest, darkest , least travelled roads of your mind , and choosing instead to believe she had been kidnapped and at worst killed. You mourned as you and some of your family and friends held a small funeral in light of the last chances of finding her being dashed. You cried everyday for what seemed like months , before coming to the realization that your mother's not dead, that her will still lives on in you , and that you owe it to her dreams and yours come true and that she would never want to see you like this. With this renewed vigor inside you , you applied to Rockford University's chemical engineering degree and got accepted without a second thought. There you spent the next four years acing your classes and eventually graduating valedictorian there as well , getting an opportunity to work at one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the Unified States right in the city your old home was in fact. There you spent the last year working your way up the ladder , rather quickly eventually becoming Deputy Lab Director. All of it thanks to your mom's will and dreams inspiring you to make it happen . Looking back you realized that six years had gone by since that faithful day, your memories faded slightly as you had all but moved on . Accepting your mother's seemingly untimely, death , but keeping the woman you remembered she was well and alive in your mind as a reminder for you to always succeed and excel in everything you do . Well that was up until you found yourself at the trains station in the dead of night having just finished working a late shift.

" I swear to you bro , it's real , in the alleyways between seventh and eight avenue , between 1 and 3 am on Tuesday , Thursdays and Fridays." A young man explained to his friend a bit more loudly than he meant too.

It was just you and them sitting in the train stations waiting area , as you both were looking for a train home admittedly for different reasons. Where as you looked like you had worked along day , they seemed to have been partying all night. Yet still , with nothing to do but wait , you intently listened to their conversation as they sat in the bench directly beside you.

" Sounds like a fricking sham so you can get robbed man, if your really that desperate for some pussy we can just hit up Antonio's brothel near fifth avenue." The other male jived, clearly skeptical and distrustful of whatever rumor they seemed to be entertaining. Which from the sounds of it related to getting their urges checked by women of ill repute , that littered the city.

" This isn't just any fucking pussy man this is some real exotic , straight porn fantasy shit man . I'm telling you it's 1:30 right now if we catch the train well still have an hour for me to show you." The other man blurted out in a rather sloppy attempt o convince his friend.

" Oh really , what so special about this hooker , that you'd head all the way out a town just to fucking screw her ?" His friend followed , mildly curious at how some random prostitute has him so intensely wanting to see her.

" Oh where to start . Huge fucking knockers , I'm talking some Heinkler World Records shit , wide , thick baby making hips and a round fat ass, bigger than any a those hoes you see out a the street , some real exotic wild shit only rich fucks could probably afford." The first man blurted out once more , lewdly recounting the hookers shape in an attempt to answer his friends question and get him invested.

Listening in now , you were fairly curious . Not just at the woman in question , but at the prospect of getting your balls drained. Work had been stressful and it had been a full six months since you last felt one of the many comforts of a woman. The man's friend stared intently at him , becoming fairly curious at his lascivious description.

" Looks like I got your attention huh. But here is the best part . She'll let you blow a load in her raw , at no extra charge, no worries about a mini you running around the brothel nine months later. Don't worry about any STDs either, plenty a the boys that have tried her, says her pimp keeps her clean and checked , so she can continue business." The man said elated at his friends curiosity , before attempting to seal the deal with the prospect of a raw fucking and assuring him of the whores legitimacy.

" I don't know man , twenty five sounds a bit cheap for the fucking quality of bitch you talking about." The man's friend replied teetering on the edge of agreement but still skeptical.

" Look man , like I said plenty a the boys tried her out before . Hell Jorge is a repeat customer , says you should at least try this bitch's cunt once before you die . She's a bit on the plush side , but she's fucking worth it mate." The man said a bit frustrated at his friends distrust in spite of everything he says.

" Look man if she doesn't turn out to be legit , I'll owe you big time and we can pack up and go home on me." He continued , giving one last assurance to his friend.

" Alright man , her cock sucking game better be A1 though , my fucking balls are stuffed to brim, ever since my break up with Chelsae." The man's friend replied in reluctant agreement , still unsure but ready to go through with his friend's idea of at least window shopping the goods, the rapidly approaching sound of the train arriving muting their conversation beyond recognition.

Your train was the one directly after this , yet out of morbid curiosity and a slight push from lust, you followed the two young men discreetly to see this exotic prostitute for yourself. After what felt like a twenty minute train ride , you followed the men at a distance to their destination . You noticed that it was in a rather shady part of the city , as evidenced by the dilapidated buildings, trash on the streets , and the distant noise of police sirens. Seeing this initially deterred you , but having already spent money on the train fare and having walked the distance , you ultimately decided that you would commit to the chase. You continued to trail them for a minute or two until they turned around a corner and went down in to a series of dark alley ways , you knew to be usually associated with activities of ill repute late at night. Having lost them during the turn , and in this deep all ready , you decided the best course of action would be to continue to traverse the alley ways until you found the men or the hooker you had come to visit. As you traversed deeper into the back alleys you could faintly begin to hear the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh , the moans of a woman and disgustingly or erotically , depending on who you're asking , wet slopping sounds. This cacophony of noises would grow louder and louder the further you descended, as they did you slowly began to realize it was most likely the sound of people getting off , indicating that you were heading in the right direction . Eventually, it sounded like it was happening right next to you as you rounded a final corner to meet what you had been searching for , and boy was it quite a site to say the least.

In a rather large space in between the large buildings, where most of the back alleys seemed to lead , knelt a woman , she was on all fours surrounded by young men of various ethnicities. She had wild , curly blonde hair that fell to about her waist and brilliant honey tan skin, her face with what little you could see from the angle you stood was chubby and rounded, her sharp brown eyes touched by light eye shadow and black mascara , her thick , pouty lips wore blood red lipstick . What really struck you about her appearance however , was her body. She was quite a portly woman , clearly overweight , with slight sagging of her thick arms and legs , very plush thighs that would press deeply into each other if closed and some obvious love handles, but what kept her from looking anything but uncomely was her ridiculously huge , hips, tits and ass . You had never seen them so obscenely huge on anyone , save for your dear departed mother. Her tits were the size of large pumpkins, maybe even bigger , they were huge , round , hefty and clearly full , decorated with prominent thick blue veins that were pumping her full of something, their skin looked tender , taut but with signs of wear and tear , obviously from her profession and sagged with a noticeable droop. From her position however , the hung like udders from a cow, or over ripe fruits ready to burst off and fall from the trees , they were so magnificently large in fact that they brushed against the ground which she knelt, oozing and distending almost spilling over like a sea of supple flesh against the cold hard ground. What certainly surprised you even more than the sight of her breasts were her even lewder areola and nipples. Her areolas were a deep chocolate brown , like you'd see on pregnant women , filled with goose pimples and very puffy , almost the size of a platter plate at that as well. But what really took the cake were here nipples, they were bent poking out from under the sea of her breast flesh that stood smothered against the ground, you could scarcely believe your eyes at their size, they were long, thick and fat , roughly the size of a small penis and twice as large. They stood full erect , throbbing , thrashing and squirming vigorously as the gushed out a light gout of what looked like thick, creamy white breast milk , further adding to your sinfully obscene thoughts of her body. Her hips were thick , and wide , much like her breasts they overflowed in tender flesh, they were massive , easily dwarfing the size of a door frame at that point , you'd wandered in the back of your mind the moment you saw them how'd she managed to get inside let alone fit in a car with those bovine hips. Her ass was just as wide , and even fuller , fatter and rounder, rippling and wobbling with flesh immodestly as the man behind her pounded into her delicate folds , each ass cheek was thick shapely and jutted out a couple inches forward , spewing over with fat and drooping obscenely at the presence of gravity , even on all fours. They were probably the size of small beach balls and twice as wide. Even in spite of such a salacious display , it wasn't those three very prominent features that grabbed your attention , in regards to her body , but rather it was her stomach that had you more perturbed than horny.

She looked like she was ready to pop , her stomach swollen to the size of a bean bag chair with taut , tight flesh , the same prominent blue veins that pumped her full of life giving milk , perforated her huge stomach as well. It was very round , tight , pressed and almost egg shaped as it jutted out ward and nearly dragged her down to the ground , her back undoubtedly straining to support her humongous milk canisters and bloated stomach as she kept her balance on all fours. It was not a gut you usually associated with chubby or portly women such as herself , but rather pregnant women , and by the looks of it she was stuffed to the brim.

Aside from her body , her outfit , or lack there of also made an impression on you . Considering you found her during her dealings with clientele , that was sure to be expected. All she wore was a racy black choker on her neck with a silver medallion in the middle, that seemed to have inscriptions on it , which you were unable to read from this angle. Coupled with this was a pair of lacey spider web stockings and black hooker heels , she wore on each incredibly thick , plump leg. Her entire look really screamed outlandish whore that's for sure.

And she sure was living up to that description , putting on a show not just for one , two but four men at once , expertly working at each of their hardened rods , and wringing them dry with her talents, moaning like a squealing pig as she did. The first man , who seemed to be a dark skinned fellow , in around the same age as you was directly behind her , her large, fat ass cheeks stuck desperately outward towards his groin. He struggled not only to match the wide berth of her thickset hips with his arms , as he greedily dug into their , tender fat, but also desperately keeping himself from blowing a fat load in her , trying to extend the pleasure as long as he could. Unfortunately for him it seemed she thought to the contrary, as she vigorously bounced her fat ass up and down the length of his shaft , swallowing it entirely with her war, wet honey pot , whose hungry lips seemed to vacuum and tight convulsing muscles warped and pulled on his shape , desperate for his seed , creating a perverse slicking and squelching sound , each animalistic plunge in and out. Every collision her plush ass cheeks made with his groin , sending it smothering against him , causing its supple , warm overflowing flesh to spew and distend over him every wanting smack of skin , wobbling and quivering with fat vigorously as they did. Even with the pistoning she was giving the lad from behind , she still had the dexterity and coherence to pleasure three more souls. Her thick arms stood outstretched , their hands working in unison up and down the shafts of two young white men that stood on to the left and right of her. They were certainly experienced hands , as they effortlessly worked from the base of their erect rods , up to their swollen engorged tips , with a slight twisting motion before repeating the process downward again. Her technique was no doubt efficient , as evidenced by the men's faces contorted in pleasure , looking as if they were almost ready to spew their baby batter all over her face and gigantic tits , in a symphony of cascading bliss. As if she hadn't finish showing of her expertise in her field , with the man from behind and the two boys to the side , another young man occupied her attention to the front as well. This one looked a bit younger than you , and he was Hispanic, his throbbing member and her face interlocked in a a sinfully perverse dance. Her plump lips were pursed, clamped greedily down on the width of his writhing member , her face contorted into a deviously shameful cock sucking cone shape, as she hungrily bobbed her head along the length of his admittedly fat cock , creating all manner of abhorrent , sloshing and "shlucking" sounds. She was almost worshiping at that point moving frenziedly almost , slurping it up with her tongue lewdly , eagerly vacuuming it down her hot , wet gullet , expertly working it with her tongue , so that she may receive each last precious drop of his seed, releasing it for only brief moments at a time , so that she may breathe and moan in satisfied pleasure.

You had to admit it was quite the erotic site , as evidenced by your rapidly hardening member in your trousers, you wanted to unbuckle your pants and jump right in , but decided not to thinking it would ruin the mood and that you hadn't paid yet. Besides you had figured by the looks of things they'd finish pretty quickly if she kept working them that hard , it was four on one , but make no mistake she was in control. Through out the entire ordeal however , you couldn't shake this strange feeling , that kept you from enjoying the show she was putting on to the fullest . It was almost like the feeling you had when your mom disappeared . Something vaguely familiar about her outfit and especially familiar about her moan and groans surprisingly , kept sending a shudder down your spine. It was almost as if you had heard them before , and they reminded you of something truly awful. You couldn't shake it off and that bothered you.

Sure enough , just as you predicted after a few minutes had passed all the men she was pleasuring looked just about ready to explode, releasing the thick contents of their balls into and unto her in a symphony of cascading bliss. The first guy straight into the deepest wretches of her convulsing womb , throwing in a few last ditch thrusts in his orgasmic high , the other two bathed her face and tits in their , hot , thick spunk , you even saw a hefty spurt land in her eye , the last guy straight down her contracting gullet , with an indecent "schlucking" sound, you could almost see load after load of his baby batter glug down her throat as she enjoyed every last drop. All the while she let out an animalistic if a bit stifled moan as she basked in her cum shower , her eyes recoiling into her head in pure unadulterated ecstasy. Drenched in cum , and as the men wrenched their spent cocks from her orifices and hands , she looked up and smiled , before licking some of the gunk off her lips and hands. It was a sinfully perverse display , but rather than be aroused , you couldn't shake this nauseous feeling in her stomach . Especially now that you got a full look at her face, although still contorted in pleasure , it almost resembled your mother's , had she put on some extra pounds. Seeing it now , your head pulsed with pain , flashing with memories long and deeply suppressed, causing you to grimace and fall on your knees. Memories that felt strangely familiar yet distinctly foreign flashed through your mind, they told of a fat old pervert breaking into your home , assaulting you , and defiling your mother, warping her mind and body into something you can only describe as a cock crazed , cow succubus. Tears lightly trickled down from your face as they came crashing into you. Those memories came flooding back into you , you tried your hardest to deny them , now locked in a battle in your mind , but some where deep down you knew them to be true. Your mother had become and obscenely thick baby factory , she had agreed to become that old bastards whore and she had willingly given up you and her career to become a cum dumpster for men's carnal desires. You tried your hardest to deny them again , to suppress them back in your head , you refused to believe your conservative , disciplined , yet loving mother would ever abandon you and subject herself to something like this. Yet, somewhere deep down was a growing realization that it all was true. Something the whore said next would confirm your doubt for the absolute worst.

" Ooooooooohhhhhh........you boys really know how to work a girl huh ? You know momma Reyes , loves when you pump her full of your hot young spunk. She just cant get enough of it." She said seductively , squelching down on her vagina and sending the dark skinned young man's spunk dribbling out of her sopping wet hole.

You knew that voice anywhere , even though a bit coarse now , you knew it for sure . It was your long lost mother's. And just like that all your previous, notions you had chosen to believe in face of reality came crashing down. The woman who just moments ago , like a hungry dog , worked four men's cocks dry so efficiently and effortlessly for her enjoyment , like some perverse machine. The woman that had most likely guzzled down load after load of semen from hundreds if not thousands of men into to her hungry gullet or her greedy, sopping wet snatch. That woman was your mother, she had chosen to abandon you and her career in favor of becoming some outlandishly plump and erotic sex toy , to get jacked and deliver a litter for hundreds of men, whose name she probably didn't know. Those events that happened six years ago had occurred and all the emotion and pain they caused came surging back into you in one swift motion.

You felt your head get tight , as you released the contents of your stomach unto the floor , your vision blurring until eventually darkness.

THE END

Authors Note : Thank you my dedicated reader for reaching the end of my first story. Hope you enjoyed and if you didn't feel free to tell me what you'd like to see improved.