His Mother in sopping wet panties

(Authors note: This chapter got away from me a bit and contains identity loss and a fair bit of debasement, I know that's not for everyone but I got carried away...)

A wicked idea came to mind as he stared at the underwear being practically swallowed by her ass cheeks and his cock pressed against the front of his pants. His mind rushed with fantasies as it dawned on Henry of how much power he really had.

Of what he could do...

Scribbling furiously, he started by thickening the lips of her snatch, engulfing the panties until only the tiniest sliver of the black lacy panties was left showing. With a few more frantic strokes of the pencil he drew several rivulets of girl cum streaming from a steadily darkening patch upon the G-String.

A moan interrupted his scratchings and Henry looked up to see his mother rubbing her plush thighs together in an attempt to relieve the heat building between her legs. A pink flush had appeared on the top of her generous breasts and her cheeks, her breathing appeared to have quickened as well, yet she still appeared to be resisting the urge to do anything overt with her son in the room, focusing entirely on cooking breakfast in a bid to distract herself

"We'll see to that" Henry grinned as with a few flicks of The Pencil he causes a veritable torrent of girl cum to flood out of his Mother's tight snatch, pooling on the floor beneath her as he increased her natural lubrication tenfold. He almost giggled as The Pencil switched to a red and he deepend the hot flush across her body while sketching her legs buckled and weak kneed as rivers of her cum ran down them. He redrew the panties ripped and soaked, as if hurriedly pushed to one side as a perfectly manicured hand dove deep into the honeypot beneath. He toyed with the idea of adding "Squelch Squelch" sound effects but restrained himself.

In a stroke of spontinuity he also changed the colour of the underwear set to a pure white and added a stocking and garter set to the whole ensemble. Sheer white stockings ran up the length of her legs and encased her plush thighs while the garter and panty set cradled her thick ass. He wanted to have the ensemble give off an air of innocence(As much as a lingerie set could) to better contrast with the wanton sexuality and desire of the bombshell wearing it.

The masterpiece was the face however, he was as careful as he could be in his excited state, painstakingly sketching the outline of her features, framing it within a wild cascade of her newly acquired red hair. He drew her perfectly formed motherly features twisted into an expression of complete primal need. Her thick red lips parted as her tongue lolled out, her eyes rolling up to the back of her head. He spent some time on the eyes, it was difficult to convey pure unbidden lust in those deep pools that up to only a few moments ago associated with trust and warmth but The Pencil seemed to help him and he slowly obliterated any trace of modesty or decorum...Any trace of anything but a ****,overwhelming desire for a hard fucking.

He hesitated, The pencil unmoving as he caught himself...Is this who he really was? He had been given almost god like powers and this is the first thing he does with them? Should he at least try to be more responsible?

He paused for a moment...

Then he erased the flame on the stove. It wouldn't do for the house to burn down while his mother collapsed into puddle of needy lust on the floor.

That would be irresponsible...

The next sound he heard was a guttural moan from across the kitchen as the changes took affect and his mother squirted out her mind.

His mother was gripping the counter hard, hard enough that her knuckles were bright white as she grinded her pussy on the knobs of the stove, so lost in need it didn't even occur to her to masturbate herself.

"Fu-Fu-Fu..."She moaned, her lust addled brain failing to even form words, saliva flicking from her tongue as she panted like a bitch in heat.

Henry couldn't take it any more, he practically tore his pants off, his cock springing free and flicking a thick line of precum across the floor as the scent of his own mother's soaking cunt filled the kitchen.

The musk was overpowering him, the pencil and paper knocked to the floor, forgotten as he staggered forward, stroking his cock as his Mom continued to writhe against the stove.

Henry didn't hesitate, he looped his arm around his mothers waist while lining up his dick with the other and yanked her back as he thrust forward.

His cock met no resistance, so wet was her pussy that his seven inches glided and bottomed out in one smooth thrust. He sunk as deep as he could, feeling every inch of her lubricated quim.

They both gasped, both in pleasure and for that second, time stood still at the surprise penetration.

"Ohhhhh..." The milf gasped,as if her whole life had been building up to this one moment and upon achieving it she had achieved nirvana.

She trembled, eyes wide as Henry dragged his dick out, inch by inch, accompanied by yet more juice from her pussy as it twitched and pulsed.

Then Henry gripped her waist again and with his now free hand took a handful of her beautiful scarlet hair and pulled her back once more, harder than last time.

A low growl had started in the depths of Henry's body and was now forcing it's way up through his mouth as he rammed his dick deep again, bottoming out once more, enjoying the feeling the way her pillowy ass flattened against his hips, allowing him deeper into her most precious place.

It was on his third repetition, after _only _the third thrust that she came. Her pussy gripped his cock tight as it spasmed but it was so slick with juices it barely impeded Henry's frantic thrusting. Still, the slight resistance awakened an irrational anger in Henry and he readjusted his grip on her hair and smacked her ass viciously, the phat ass rippling in response that spurred on the primal beast in his mind.

Henry's mother for her part was insensate, the pleasure overwhelming her mind as she bucked hard against him. One perfectly manicured hand reached round, gripping Henry's ass, attempting to pull him deeper into her.

His pace got quicker as he got into a rhythm, pistoning harder into the woman who had raised him, the woman who had loved him and until twenty minutes ago been a respectable member of society.

Henry couldn't see any of the woman she had been then, all she was now was a mindless beast, **** to fill her holes with anyone or anything. He pulled her head back by her hair, forcing her to look up into his eyes.

Henry looked into those deep blue eyes and saw nothing.

No shame.

No love

Not even a spark of recognition of who he was.

Just a smouldering look that spoke of a almost bestial need to be fucked.

He could feel her hot breath on his face as the formally eloquent woman gasped out unintelligible noises as she came once more, spraying the kitchen floor with her cum.

"Fu..Gah...Haaa!

Henry felt a savage thrill of triumph that he had reduced his formally decent mother to nothing more than a sleeve for cocks.

His balls churned as he grew closer to his climax and he pulled out, his cock springing free of the velvet tunnel. His cocksleeve had barely seemed to notice, still flooding the kitchen with her squirting pussy as she rode another orgasm.

Henry through her down on her plush ass, her massive tits jiggling at the impact as her hands instantly went between her legs.

"Open wide slut..."

The boy grabbed his mother by her hair again, this time with both hands and thrust in to her gasping mouth. He pumped in and out furiously, his knuckles a bright white contrast between her red hair, delighted at the gagging noises she made as his cock touched her tonsils.

She shoved several fingers up her ass as well as inserting nearly her whole fist in her pussy. She rocked back and forth on them as she was getting facefucked and came again.

The vibrations of her moan travelling up his cock set Henry off and he roared he came deep into his cocksleeves throat.

"Take it bitch! Take it all!" He bellowed as he shot rope after rope down into her belly. He blasts the final few ropes onto her perfect face, the knowledge he was defacing his mother coaxing a few extra ropes out of him.

His sleeve arcs her tongue, attempting to lick the jizz off of her face without removing her hands from their holes, she giggles as she squirts again. Henry leers down at her in arousal and triumph and wipes his cock with her luxurious mane leaving it even more matted and tangled than it was before.

It was at that point he became aware of a hammering on the door to his house.

He stooped to pick up the pencil and his notepad and grinned to himself.