Morning

I woke up like most days, with my head stuck between two fat melons, the warm flesh of a cocksleeve around my cock and no idea who was under me. At my age, it usually takes a few minutes for my mind to truly wake up and put a name on the slut under me. If I even bothered remembering at all.

By habit, I reached for the G cup size knockers and squeezed them roughly between my fingers. Milk instantly started to flow from her hard nipples, wetting my hands and covering her in a layer of maternal fluid. Now with a solid grip on her, I rammed my enhanced cock down the whore's wet hole and let go of my bladder. Sighing happily, I started filling up her womb with my morning piss, mixing it with the liter or so of cum already clogging her uterus. The sensation of a warm liquid invading her insides was apparently enough for her to wake up with a gasp and a moan. Instantly the walls of her cunt tightened around my rod, pulling me deeper in.

Looking down at the fuckmeat, I could see she had long cum covered dreadlocks, black puffed lips with perma lipstick that would look good around any cock, a toned stomach and some fancy tattoos just over her dripping cunt.

As she started to roll her hips against mine, I began to remember who she was exactly.

She had come to meet me yesterday about her daughter, worried that she was not doing well at school. It didn't take much probing to learn of her situation. Like too many, her daughter had been raised in a manless house, no brothers or father to fuck her till she passed out or to give her a healthy dose of piss first thing in the morning. Of course this kind of girl would have problem adapting to school. The solution was easy though, as I had explained to the mother while ramming my cock up her slutty ass. Just take your girl to a busy neighborhood on Saturday morning, chain her up somewhere and come back to pick her up by Sunday night. Repeat for a couple of weeks and the problem would be solved. Of course, she wasn't sure at first. Typical smothering mother. Even as I tied her daughter's arm to the chain link fence next to the baseball court, she kept asking if I was sure her precious whore would be here when she came back. She didn't stop complaining until I dragged her to a mod shop. There, I **** her to ovulate and impregnated her bitch womb on the spot. That way, even if somebody took a liking to her slutty daughter, she would have another.

"Ohhh, fuck." The milf moaned under me as she quietly came from the piss filling her. A true pissmop.

Pulling out of her snatch, I grabbed her by the hair and slapped her face a couple of times, chasing the cock drunk haze from her eyes before forcing her mouth down on my erect prick. She immediately got to work cleaning up the crusted cum and juices from last night and still warm piss. Her tongue played all over my shaft, making me even harder. Thinking to myself, why not, I stopped her cleaning by shoving my meat down her throat and facefucking her. She was as wet and tight as last night, precum and spit drooling down her chin and dripping over her breast as I **** her up and down my pole. With my free hand, I started milking her tender jumbo hooters, squeezing and pulling roughly on her tits until a continuous flow of milk was squirting out of her. She moaned as I hammered her mouth, my hefty mast bulging her throat and sinking deep into her. Soon, I felt a tingle in my balls and, with a final push buried my morning wood down to her stomach and unloaded. She choked and gurgled as I filled her like a cum tank and semen started to shoot out from her nose.

"Come on slut. Don't waste your breakfast." I snarled at her, punctuating my words with a slap to her face before pulling her by the tits deeper down my cock. "You're not getting anything else."

She swallowed my load greedily, forcing herself to suck up every shot of my baby-batter even as her face began to turn red with the lack of air. I waited until her eyes rolled up into their sockets before releasing her melons. She crashed onto the bed, gasping and rubbing her sore nipple with grunts of pleasure.

I slapped her fingers aside. "No touching yourself slut. Get to the kitchen, I like fresh milk for my breakfast."

She hurried outside the bedroom, a trail of piss and cum flowing down her legs.