The New America

"First, that's a nasty question. You're a nasty reporter." You groan in exasperation as the US president began his usual tirade on live TV. "The Master and I have a good relationship. A great, beautiful relationship. No president has ever been as good to Him as I have been, just ask my daughter... When I was sick and the Radical Left wanted me dead, he wrote me a beautiful card. The most amazing card you'll ever read with all the best words. And he asked me to "Stay Positive", ain't that nice?.."

You turned off the TV and slumped back into bed. Despite being the ruler of the most powerful country in the world as well as the owner of 300 million slaves, not much have changed in your life and it was still business as usual in America. Congress was as divided as ever, each side trying to push their own agenda in between platitudes and sycophantic words as they tried to gain your support. To be honest, you had preferred to live in the shadows instead of being America's celebrity king.

You were in a luxurious penthouse on the Upper East Side whose daily rent was worth far more than your entire college tuition. Your head was still spinning from the wild night before and the unwelcome glare of the morning sun did very little to ease your discomfort as it filtered through the large, wall-like windows. Turning to your side, you saw the sleeping form of the busty redhead girl that the hotel's concierge gifted to you, literally in a bow. You didn't know anything about her, only that she was a popular influencer hired by the hotel to promote their brand but had ended the night as your whore, taking a load of your cum in each of her holes.

Whilst you pondered whether or not to wake her up and use her to take care of your morning wood, the smell of fresh coffee and bacon assaulted your senses, making your stomach growl in hunger. Not bothering to get dressed, you quickly hopped off the bed and regretting it immediately as your hungover made the world spin around you. Waiting a few moments for the world to settle down, you slowly made your way downstairs on weak legs and guided by the scent of breakfast.

"Good morning, sweetie..." Your mother cooed as you entered the kitchen, her smile widening as she noticed your erection. "Take a sit... I made your favourite."

She was only wearing an apron, tied to her waist as her large, lactating breasts poked wet holes against the white cotton fabric. Despite having the services of the best chefs in the world, you still preferred your mother's cooking, your mouth watering like a Pavlovian response every time you see her in the kitchen and in turn, she loved to cook for you, making sure that your hunger were always satisfied, both gastronomically and sexually.

You took a seat on the nearest chair and your half-naked mother sashayed towards you provocatively, with a hunger in her bright blue eyes. With a plate of deliciously looking pancakes in one hand and a bottle of chocolate syrup in another, your mother straddled you, sitting on your lap and her warm sex rubbing against your throbbing erection.

"You look famished, baby. Did mommy and that poor girl upstairs wore you out?" You shook your head as your mother continued to dry hump your cock as she unhooked the apron and freed her magnificent breasts. You moved to suck and fondle her boobs but she firmly placed a hand on your chest to stop you. She took the pancakes and placed it on her breasts before drizzling the chocolate sauce on top. You were speechless as the woman who often scolded you for playing with your food as a child, was now offering you pancakes served on her chocolate coated breasts. The sauce started to drip off the pancakes and onto her skin before gathering at her rosy nipple.

You captured the chocolate before it could fall, suckling upon your mother's breast as you tasted both chocolate and her milk, which to your surprise was not unpleasant. You loved sex. You also loved food. But you never liked mixing the two together, only indulging in such debauchery at the behest of your wild mother, whose libido and sexual imagination knew no bounds ever since you claimed ownership over her.

The tattoos were on her wrist. Denoting that you owned not just her physical body but her heart and soul as well. She loved you more than just a son or a lover. Instead she worshipped you as her God. Like everyone should.

While you were enjoying your breakfast, your mother aligned her dripping centre with your cock and plunged down, burying you cock to the hilt of her scorching cunt. Smiling wickedly at the taboo sensation of your cock hitting the entrance to her womb, she placed her hands on your sculpted chest and began to move her hips slowly as she set a teasing grinding motion. She didn't ride you like you expected instead urging you to feed off of her as she used her incredible control over her cunt muscles to massage your cock.

You ate in silence, occasionally licking the sauce off your mother's skin and looking up at her strained face as she struggled to control her lust, settling on rocking her hips from side to side which was pleasurable yet it kept your orgasm at arm's length.

After about five minutes of the gentle humping, you were beginning to get tired of the tease. You had never been a masochist and your mother's teasing were a **** on its own.

"Don't make a mess, I just cleaned up." Your mother said in slight disapproval as the pancakes fell to the floor but you didn't care as you grabbed her bountiful ass and thrust up into her, making her cry out in pleasure. You repeated the motion, using her body as a cocksleeve as you fuck up into her sopping quim, the torturous grinding had made her more than wet enough to endure a harsh pounding.

Your mother groaned helplessly as you used her, pulling out only to push back in, your thrusts becoming harder and faster despite being the one on the bottom. Your orgasm were fast approaching, your mother's teasing had greatly reduced your stamina, not to mention the sinful sounds coming from her lips or the way her cunt clenched around you, seemingly trying to suck you dry.

You buried your face in between the sticky breasts as you came deep in your mother's pussy, ejecting load after load of your fertile seed into her womb. She had given birth to your baby daughter a few months earlier so it was highly unlikely that she was ovulating but you indulge in the fantasy of impregnating your mother once more, never letting her go until she was carrying her own grandchild again. Your mother cried out as felt your warm cum batter her insides, holding you close as you continued to pump her full of your lifegiving seed. You had trained your women to cum on demand as well as at the feel of having you cum deep inside of them, whether it was in their cunt, their ass or even their mouth.

Your mother bent down to kiss you once again, her soft mewls into your mouth making your cock spasm involuntarily inside her, shooting more ropes of cum for what felt like hours. Laying in each other's embrace, bodies sticky with sweat and food, you finally regained the energy to move your muscles. However, your mother had other ideas. She knew how short your refractory period was and she could still feel your semi-erect cock nestled in her cunt, refusing to go soft.

"Fuck me more, baby..."