Mom's Homemade Cream Frosting

Grabbing his arm with firm and surprising power, the matron whisked the boy into the house. "Come in, come in!" She sang as they walked. They snaked through the front hall and into the kitchen. As he trailed, he caught sight of her shapely ass.

In spite of being nearly 50, she was undoubtedly sexy. She had a matronly quality to her, but barely subdued underneath, he could feel an animal sexuality that was brimming below the surface. He couldn't quite understand why, but he was quickly becoming aroused and excited.

She sat him down at the kitchen table and walking to the counter, produced a small chocolate cake.

"I baked this for you this morning! I was so excited to meet you, and when I don't have an outlet for my excitement, I always end up baking." She laughed. " I have to do something with all my pent up energy."

She cut him a big piece and placed it in front of him.

"It's got cream frosting," she said proudly. "I made it from scratch.I love putting myself into the things I make."

With this comment her grin widened and became more mischievous.

He was feeling overwhelmed. So quickly he had been whisked into a new home, a new family, and a whole new life. He was cautiously optimistic though. This house seemed warm and comfortable. His new mom seemed very sweet. Something about her made him feel at ease and he was beginning to look forward to his new life.

The boy looked down at his slice of cake. It looked delicious, but it had a distinct and strange odor. If he was being honest, It stank. At the same time though, he couldn't help but continue sniffing it. The more he smelled it, the more he liked it. As he leaned down and breathed deeply to fill his nose with the intoxicating aroma, his brain became inexplicably cloudy. He couldn't remember what he was just thinking about, but all of the sudden he really wanted a big bite. He dove in with his fork, filling his mouth with a frosting filled bite. His head was swimming as soon as the cake hit his tongue. It was like nothing he had ever tasted. He wasn't sure if it tasted good or not, but he did know he wanted, no he needed, more. He greedily shoveled cake into his mouth until his plate was empty.

It wasn't until he finished that he saw his new mom sitting across from him. She was staring at home with half lidded eyes, eyeing the boy up and down. Greedily drinking in every feature of her new son, she bit her lip before remarking "oh boy you must be hungry! Can I get you another slice?"

"Yes mam!"

He had said it without even thinking. In fact he was finding it hard to think at all. His mind was slipping, but he knew one thing. For some reason he needed more of that frosting. There was something else going on as well. For some reason, he was really horny. Ever since he entered the house, he had grown ever harder inside his shorts. His modest 5 inch cock was now tucked up inside his waistband, hard as a rock.

Cocks. Cocks. Cocks. Big fat disgusting hard cocks. It was all he could think of now. If he had a big cock in front of him now he would worship it and please it and never let it go. Had he always been so obsessed with cocks? Maybe? But no, he was a little bi-curious sure, but why was he so cock crazy now?

As his new mother brought him another piece of cake, the words "can I have some extra frosting" inexplicably left his lips.

"Of course, sweetie"

Looking at the woman standing before him, the boy noticed something different. Where before her dress and apron had laid flat across her front, something large was now tenting the fabric where her legs came together. A dark splotch had formed on the front of her apron and was seeping even through the apron.

Taking another step forward she lifted the front of her dress as he now stared in awe, jaw agape. As the fabric lifted, a pair of balls, as big as papayas slowly came into view. Sagging inside of a smooth sac, they looked heavy, and swollen. He imagined how much thick cum must be stored inside and began to salivate. Lifting further, the base of Lily's cock came into view. It was surrounded by a neatly trimmed tuft of dark pubic hair. He reckoned it was as big around as his wrist.

More and more of her length became exposed as she lifted her dress. Five inches, then ten. A full sixteen inches were out before he spotted the bottom of her glans. As her bulbous, uncircumcised cock head popped out, a full inch of extra skin jutted out, extending her turgid member to nineteen inches. She grabbed her cock about halfway down its length, struggling to fit her hand around it, and pulled down her foreskin. A large drop of yogurt thick cum oozed out of her thick pisshole and loudly splatted onto the ground.

At this, he gave an audible moan. The smell from before had grown at least ten times stronger. He knew that the thing in front of him was the source, and he needed it. He needed that cock, he craved it like a man in the desert craved water. It was not just a desire, he was well past that. He needed that cock. At an instinctual animal level, he knew that it was more important than even breathing was.

His mouth was still hanging open and his eyes were half lidded and empty as she closed the distance between them. She held her massive cock up to his face and he brought his mouth to her cockhead without even thinking. He began to lap at the cum and cockcheese that had gathered under her foreskin. It was so thick he had to chew on his stinky, chunky prize before he could swallow it. And swallow he did. When that was done he began to suck greedily at her pisshole. He was able to coax out more cum that was left in her long, clogged pipe. He reached out his hands and began to massage the hard, urethral bulge on the bottom of her giant organ. It was as thick as his thumb and he milked the cum all the way from the base of her cock and into his waiting mouth.

Lily did not move or guide him. She only stood and moaned her approval as the boy worked on instinct. "Good boy," she said. "Eat up, you'll need your strength. Your sisters will be home soon and they can't wait to meet you."

He could pay this comment no mind. He only sucked hungrily and without self awareness at the end of his mother's cock. When he had devoured all the leftover cum in her urethra, he began to look distressed. He reached down to her laden globes, massaging and milking them, hoping to coax out another load onto his waning tongue. He was hungry for more, and she planned to give it to him.

She reached up and grabbed a tuft of his shaggy brown hair in each hand. Her touch was firm but loving. She began pushing her obscene cock into his mouth. As the thick head slid across his tongue, a part of him started to protest. It seemed impossible that he would be able to pleasure such a godly member. But that part of himself was quickly silenced. A much stronger instinct was screaming that he must suck this cock. It seemed to be his duty. At that moment he believed at his core that his only mission as a human being was to worship her cock and to drink her cum.

She barely noticed the twinge of concern that flashed across his face as it was quickly replaced by the cum drunk complacency that had been there since he started eating the cake. He began to lean forward on his own trying to fit more cock in his mouth. The head quickly reached the back of his throat and he gagged strongly as the tip basted his tonsils with thick, creamy precum. Still, he wanted more. His **** state made him relaxed enough that when she pulled his head closer, her cock slipped relatively easily into his tight throat. He quickly gagged it back out, his throat retching in protest. She pushed back in again and this time it went easier.

"I'm sorry honey, but I'll get you what you need soon."

She began thrusting in earnest now. She had fit the first 8 inches into his mouth and he was **** violently around her length as she held it in his throat. She would pull out every so often to let him breathe, dripping precum on his tongue which he desperately lapped up. Then he would lean forward and try to throat her himself, trying desperately to bring her to orgasm.

The next time she entered his throat, she kept pushing until a full 14 inches of her filthy cock meat was buried in his throat. She was pushing up against his stomach and her cock was beating the opening at the bottom of his esophagus as she sawed her cock in his throat. Over and over again, she thrust her cock inside as deep as it would go. Each time she hoped to impale him further, to feel his lips around her base. She began to move faster now, desperately seeking release from the sexual tension that had been building since her transformation.

"Mommy's so close! Mmm, fuck! Hold on sweetie, I'm coming!"

She pushed forward with surprising **** and the last several inches of her cock finally disappeared between his lips. His chin was completely enveloped in her smooth ball skin and he felt her heavy globes tighten and shake. He could feel the huge amount of cum that her balls were pumping up her cock as he stuck out his tongue to lick them. Her whole body shuddered as her cock exploded directly into his stomach. Even over the sound of his throat gagging on her cock, they could both actually hear her cum spilling into his stomach.

Splash. The First shot stung his insides as a large hot rope of thick, chunky spunk slammed into him with amazing ****. Then another, then another. She shot ten ropes into him, each as big as the last. By the fifth shot, he was cumming harder than he had ever come before, without even touching himself. The look on his face was pure ecstasy. Tears trailed down his face and he was turning blue from lack of oxygen, but he didn't care. He got what he needed. She had to take a big step back as she retrieved her fat prick from his throat. It popped out of his stomach and snaked through his esophagus, continuing to spew cum all the while. When the head reached his mouth again, she was a foot and a half away. Another rope of cum shot out and filled his mouth, her twelfth shot. He swallowed it down heavily, even though his stomach was already full and distended.

Her still squirting cock popped out of his mouth and she stroked it vigorously. Moaning in pleasure, she shot more hot, sticky ropes across his face. By the end, she had coated him, inside and out, in sixteen ropes of the thickest, stinkiest, chunkiest, most delicious and wonderful cum he had ever seen. If he had been able to open his eyes, he would have seen what a mess the kitchen was. Cum was dripping off of his face and into the floor. Lily was standing before him, her slowly softening member was hanging languidly between her spread legs, slowly dripping her sweet intoxicating splooge onto her son's lap.

It was at this precise moment that Jenna Johnson walked into the kitchen.

"What the fuck Mom!" Jenna screamed. "You were supposed to wait for us."

"Don't worry Jenna, you'll have your turn."

His throat was sore, but still his loins surged in anticipation of what he still had to learn about his new home and its clearly special inhabitants.