Time For A Feeding

The walk back to Robyn's house took a lot longer than John would have liked. The signs of afternoon in the sky transitioned into the subtle beginnings of dusk, bright daylight became fading beams of color from the horizon, and the air grew humid and cold like it was about to rain. At multiple points along the way, John decided to stop as he was walking. He considered trying to talk to Robyn and Eddie again. He paused to go and get food. He even... he even held off on going back to Robyn's house just so that he could stop by the hospital and check on Grace.

Unfortunately, the Indian woman, her mother, and her little brother weren't there. After secretly meeting with Tricia, the hospital found that Grace was somehow miraculously healthy enough to be allowed to go home after a while. The doctors let her go only a short while before he got there, with strict instructions on how to help her keep healing, and informed John that if he was Grace's friend then she had gone home with her family and he would be able to meet up with her there. He wondered briefly if that meant that she went back to her own house or her mother Giva's house. If it was the latter, then he didn't know where he could safely go to to visit Grace since he didn’t know where Giva lived. If it was the former, then chances were that he was going to run across Giva again when he went to meet his Indian coworker.

Eventually, when he had no other chores left to distract himself with, he finally decided to bite the bullet. He made his way back to Robyn's house for whatever possible 'magic is real' talk that Mary probably wanted to confront him with. He didn't blame her for succumbing to her curiosity; if he had been in her position and heard anything close to what she had, then he would have demanded answers to find out whether or not magic was real or to learn what video game was being spoken of.

Thanks to how introverted he was, John didn't enjoy the walk back to Robyn's home. Without even acknowledging the building mixture of stuffiness and the fluttering sensation in his gut for the inevitable conversation to come, the people he walked past in Robyn's suburban neighborhood were almost more than he could handle. Almost every one of them called out to him when he moved into their line of sight, greeting him with a shout and a wave and prompting him to try and stop to talk to them. If not for the fact that he didn't want to speak to a bunch of strangers, then he might have been glad for the excuse to stall. Worse than that, it seemed like everyone in the neighborhood was outside and working on their lawns in some way... because of that there were no breaks between conversations.

They all watched him as he stepped around the trimmed hedges in front of Robyn's house and the thought that they were watching him made his skin crawl. He made his way up the driveway and into the house, closing the front door behind him with a loud click and a sigh. Part of it was over at least, he tried to tell himself. The worse part, the impending talk he was going to have with Mary, had yet to come but at least he had managed to look for an upside.

Robyn's dog was the first one to greet him when he walked through the door. The large German Shepherd came barreling down the hallway to the front door, panting and drooling from his giant, pink tongue. He didn't bark, yip, or howl to greet the familiar man who walked into the house. 'Dox,' as John quickly learned his name was, was a rather quiet animal. His tail shook like it was attached to a motor. He sniffed John's hands, first the back of them and then the palm while he tried to nuzzle his snout against the newcomer for affection.

In turn, John greeted him back. He wasn't shy with the dog, just... quick with his hello. He gave the dog a happy murmur and a pat on the head, and then he walked towards the kitchen. There were no lights on in the house. The television was off, the kitchen was empty. Hell, even the garage was closed. At the other end of the building, John found another hallway like the one at the entrance but longer. He passed by a series of doors, closets and bathrooms, before he ended up in front of a pair of bedrooms and what had to be an entrance to the basement.

If he had bothered to test the basement door, then he might have discovered that it was locked. Instead, he stopped outside one of the bedroom doors and froze as the carpet audibly squished beneath his feet. His eyes fell to the dark, soaked patch of the floor below and then blinked at it slowly. That was strange. Even more strange was the familiar and bittersweet scent that hung in the air. A smell that he almost immediately recognized as the traces left behind by Brenda's libido. He spotted it on the floor, on the wall, and trailing back into one of the nearby bedrooms just as he identified another unique scent in the air. It was just as sweaty and thick... but it was also laced with the familiar traces of lavender and various fruits. Before he could start down the thought process of who that fragrance could possibly belong to, he was interrupted by the sound of a weak but throaty groan from the room that the drying patches of liquid were leading into.

He opened the door, which creaked noisily at his touch, and then gasped as both Mary and Brenda immediately looked towards the source of the noise. His mother cooed when he arrived, her eyes widening as she briefly broke through the heavy, **** haze on her mind… and then her gaze dimmed once more. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly in short failed attempts to try and form some kind of coherent utterance before her jaw slackened and dropped as he stepped into the room. Her plump red lips separated to form a large 'O' shape... and then her mouth hung wide and open like that while she... remembered what his 'presence' had felt like in the past and shook in anticipation. Her naked motherly thighs jiggled with the movement and then squished together as a flood of her own nectar eagerly escaped and began to drool from her hungry quim.

Her bare, busty body glistened with sweat as his mother pushed forward from her sitting position onto her hands and knees. Her soft, bronzed, milk-laden breasts bounced heavily with the sudden movement and swung pendulously beneath her as his mother began crawling towards him. Her fat, pink, swollen, tender nipples scraped across the sheets. Her raven-black hair clung to her head, neck, and back; her braids clumped against her skin like it was matted to her body with more than just sweat. She clawed her way towards the end of the bed, mewling out John's name like there was nothing more that needed to be said.

She was right, he already knew what she needed.

Unfortunately before that happened he needed to at least try to ask a couple of questions. For one, he wanted to know why his Mary was in the room too. She was dressed for the most part, though he did catch her yanking her cheerleader top down when John walked into the room. She straightened out her uniform, trying and failing to cover up the trails of red lip-shaped marks that were littered all over her perky breasts. There were still other trails and markings all over her toned, tanned, gymnastic body and her nipples were hard enough that they were protruding through her uniform, but at least she managed to cover up the more private parts. Her cheeks burned a deep shade of red as John looked the little Latina up and down, and she tried to stretch her clothing further across her form, but she wasn't wearing the jacket that he had given her anymore. It was abandoned and left to soak up yet another puddle on the floor.

"I-I uh..." Mary stammered and brushed her wavy black hair back behind one of her ears. The blonde highlights in her short locks seemed almost golden in the light of the room, but John barely paid any attention to that once he realized he could not only see the shape of her nipples through the front of her outfit but also the thick rivulets of her arousal dripping slowly out from beneath her skirt and down her legs. He especially paid attention to the fact that she was holding a giant, fake, dripping wet, onyx-colored cock in her hands. "I-I-I th-thought that... ooh..."

As soon as John and Mary were both within an arms length of Brenda, the mother reached out to stroke her hands across the both of them. Her slender fingers curled across their thighs and over their crotches as the cheerleader tried to speak, and then his mother blatantly cupped the both of them with her gentle palms. Her touch caused a shared shudder to pass between them, and then at the same time, they both stepped away.

Mary had the hardest time moving out of reach. John did it to maintain appearances, but the cheerleader actually stumbled out of Brenda’s grasp and nearly collapsed against one of the nearby dressers as her legs lost all their strength. She was somehow so sensitive that she had to try to catch herself on the ledge of the wooden furniture just to remain upright, prompting John to wonder how long they had been in that room together.

He rushed forward to help her and put a hand onto the small of her back to provide support but stopped when she didn't continue falling. Instead, she did something that he didn’t expect. Mary instinctively leaned into his touch, pushing into his arms like it was what she had been waiting for, and then quickly pushed away when she realized what was happening. The dildo in her hands dropped to the floor with a loud thump! She quickly spun around to face him, and John slowly retracted his hands back to his sides.

"I... Sh-sh-she wouldn't stop..." Mary finally managed to tell him and pointed to his mother. Brenda didn't hesitate when the focus was put back on her, she just spun around on her knees and stuck her ass up into the air as high as she could. Her face and tits mashed against the mattress, stirring up the wet puddle she had left behind while Mary and John continued talking. "I-I-I tried, b-but she j-just kept going. S-She... she kept saying your name... s-so I called you."

Somehow... only one thing about what she said stuck out to John.

"You… You 'tried?'" he asked and turned to look back at Mary. The cheerleader blushed again as soon as he pointed that out, and then glared at John. The one implication he questioned, despite all the other implications going around, caused her voice to steady. The tremor in her tone disappeared and Mary jabbed her finger back in the direction of his mother.

"I'm worried that she is dehydrating herself! Why won't she stop?" Mary snapped at him. Her brow furrowed and hardened, and the perverse moment ended for John... somewhat. Once he turned to look at his naked mother though, it started again.

"She uh... she needs regular doses of uh..." There really was no good way for him to put it. "... cum. Otherwise she can't think clearly," he said.

"C-cum?" The tremor in Mary's voice returned. John paused and glanced at the cheerleader who was looking at him with what seemed like a broken or disappointed expression on her face, and then he turned back to his mom.

"Yeah... you know. Semen. Jizz. Spunk. Whatever term you fancy the most works," he said. Mary quickly followed up his explanation with a step towards the door. He didn't blame her. He couldn't make her understand or... like the situation, and by that point he wasn't sure that he wanted to even if he could. His mother was in a dire state again, though, so he resolved to deal with the current problem he had before he tried to deal with the new one that had come up because Mary discovered his incestual tryst. "It seems to help her best when you uh... fill up her..." Pussy, he couldn't bother to bring himself to finish that sentence, but he didn't need to. The fact that his gaze was locked onto his mother's dripping mound was telling enough.

The door started to creak again as Mary stepped out of the room, and John called out to her one more time. There was no reason for her to react well to what she had seen, but he had to try... something. He barely had the wits to try and phrase it in an authoritative tone before she left, and hoped that it helped.

"Bring me a bowl," he grunted, his cheeks burning red, and popped open the button holding up his new jeans that he had stolen from the mall. "It's best if we don't let any of it spill and go to waste," he said and could have sworn that the sound of his zipper opening echoed throughout the house. It was preposterously loud to him, like someone was holding a microphone up to his crotch just so that the whole neighborhood could listen in as he dragged the zipper down. It was so loud that he wondered if Mary had been able to hear it while she was walking away from the two of them.

Despite how much he was dreading the future conversations he was going to have with Mary and how worried he was about what the cheerleader might do with the new information she had received, John found that he was... surprisingly hard. His high Libido had not failed to shine on through once he had been presented with a big bronzed butt. Looking at it, seeing his mother shiver and gasp when she realized that he was standing behind her upturned ass, constantly inhaling the musky scent of her arousal while the air was still laden with it, all of those things made it impossible for him not to get turned on as well.

The feeling of his presence had become so... powerful to her in such a short amount of time that it didn't stop there either. Her shivering turned into whining turned into an endless buzzing sensation for the busty MILF as John shifted only a few inches closer to her and let his aura begin to take effect. That single movement washed over Brenda like a cool breeze, creating goosebumps on her body in the spots that were closest to John. They were hard to see for John before he let the hem of his pants drop and bent forward enough to notice the patterns on the back of her thighs, her rump, and her pussy lips, patterns like the hairs on those parts of her body were standing straight up…if there was any hair left that hadn’t been waxed off..

"J-Jooohnnn..." she moaned desperately as his boxers finally followed along and hit the floor. His cock, freed from the cloth that had been keeping it trapped against his thigh, swung up through the air, just like it had the last time, and slapped against his mother's cunt. The constant pleasant buzzing sensation that Brenda had stretching out to her toes, fingers, and, hell, even her ears, was stopped briefly as his cock thumped against her clit and a bolt of sensation rocked through her core. It shocked along her nerves, like the buzzing she was feeling was no more than a path displaying the ways her own pleasure would burn through her body, and caused her muscles to seize up and spasm erratically. She jerked against him, grinding along his member with a shrill squeal and shuddering as that 'buzz' shocked her more and more and until it was released out of her in the form of short, **** spurts of translucent femcum. She drenched his cock over and over again, until it was covered and dripping with dozens of sticky strings from her pussy juices and he was properly lubed up. The bolt of pleasure shocking through her core threw her into a deeper daze and filled her head up with a lovely... perverse sense of warmth.

In a way... it was like it was frying Brenda's thoughts with each jolt of pleasure, burying her deeper and deeper into wonderful haze with each part of her mind that it took away from her while she was still writhing in bliss. It made her forget about Mary or the problems that were bound to come from being caught sleeping with her son and made John's cock the only important thing in the room. It made her heart race and her head began to loll when he decided to pull back and press the tip against her quivering labia. His member felt so large by that point that it was less like he was spreading her to fuck and more like his cock was crushing into her entrance, squishing her plump labia with the head of his member.

He paused just before penetration. Not because he was having seconds thoughts, he could barely think by that point and certainly not well enough to bring himself to stop another opportunity to get laid. No, he paused because with a toned, smooth, trembling pair of full butt cheeks in front of him, John couldn't help but notice the second smooth hole between her cheeks. Her body was convulsing so much that when John started to push forward against her pussy lips, testing the strength of her little tunnel against his hips, he just managed to notice her small spotless star winking at him. He paused because he considered taking one of the few things his mother had not yet given him.

He decided against it when he heard the door to the room creaking behind him again, silently signaling Mary's return with the bowl, but he never saw the cheerleader appear. If she was standing there watching, he didn't want her to see him pumping balls deep into his mom's asshole for the first time. At the very least, if it wasn't about making that first anal experience something special between him and his partner, then it was about keeping the act that Mary saw John and his mom commit stay somewhat normal. He touched her little ring with a single thumb, rubbing it, like he was trying to reassure her of an act yet to come... and then he grabbed her and pulled.

His hands tightened, fingers squeezing and disappearing into the soft swell of her hips, and his hips pushed forward to meet her. The foot-long slab of meat that Brenda had lubed up for him with her squirt shoved against his mother's slit and bowed slightly as her body refused to part for him. The two of them moaned simultaneously, unable to restrain themselves at the feeling of the raw heat emanating from one another's flesh, and then John pushed harder while Brenda was still squirting against his tip.

John lost so much of his ability to think freely that he didn't even register the gasp from the other side of the room when Mary finally entered again and saw the new size of his cock. It must've seemed impossible... but his cock was indeed bigger than it had been since the last time she had seen it with June, and now he just kept pushing into Brenda. His cock arched further, bending like a bow that was building up tension and preparing to fire before suddenly...

... Brenda relaxed. Her orgasm came to an end and her body relaxed enough for her pussy to open and spread slightly, and then her orgasm began all over again. The pressure that had been building against her entrance lessened as his cock began to straighten and throb. Her pussy started to re-stretch, sliding over the head of his member like it was a sleeve made just to fit him. It may have been him, it may have been the recent experience that he had had with Dofi, but Brenda seemed almost smaller to him now. She wasn't as small or as tight as the Gnome... but she was soft and yielding as he pulled her tender, dildo-abused walls taut around him. Her labia formed a ring around his pillar as he penetrated her, pausing for a moment as they made it to the rim of his mushroom-shaped cockhead, and then it slipped down over the rim and squeezed tightly to the rest of his dick, sealing him inside her.

Inch after inch continued into Brenda after that, disappearing into puffy walls that immediately started to grip him like a warm, wet, familiar hug. Yet it wasn't John that was the one thrusting after that. It was his mother. John stopped once her pussy started to clench around the end of his cock, groaning as he tried to adjust to the way her body seemed to beckon him deeper into her. Even in her cum-starved state, her body moved automatically back against him, like it had become unnatural to go without feeling him hilted inside of her. His cockhead quickly met her cervix with a soft squish, shoving the swollen, sensitive barrier up further into her body just to make room for his cock before her womb could be moved no further. A soft bump appeared on the flat wall of her stomach, outlining where the end of his cock was, and then even her uterus opened to admit him as well. Their hips met and the goosebumps that appeared on her body thanks to his aura spread to envelope her entire ass, covering it in a layer of microscopic bumps. His balls started dripping with her juices as she continued squirting against him. His mother's eyes rolled back into her head, and John grunted as she began to grind back and forth on a few inches at the base of his cock.

"J-John-! O-ooh..." She tried and failed to speak, interrupting herself with weak whimpers and soft gasps. She didn't thrust deeply or hard, she just milked him, tugging the head of his shaft in and out of the tight grasp of her womb like she knew how she was stroking him with it. Her hands clawed at the wet sheets of the bed, tearing the cloth off the mattress’ corners... but she didn't manage to keep even that much amount of strength for long. Her legs wobbled like she might have already dropped down into the bed if she wasn't already impaled and hanging off the end of his dick.

Honestly though, John was surprised to see that his mother had even that much strength. He had left her alone for longer than he had after the last time he had fucked her, and the last time she couldn't do much more than buck in place. Now... she was twisting and teasing the most sensitive part of him, making him gasp and squeeze at her butt to try and distract her some more before he lost control in the first few seconds. She was already adjusting to what the potion had done to her and showing him once more how much more experience she had than him. Even with no practice in having someone fucking her womb before John, she still somehow had an idea on how to use it to please him.

"John!" She wasn't even saying anything intelligible or useful, she just kept repeating his name. John growled in response, feeling her tighten up at the sound of his voice, but... for once he didn't start pounding his partner. Each act was starting to feel the same to him. He felt like he was barely learning, even though he had a passive ability showing him that he was learning about sex... but for once he recognized the fact that he was barely learning. He wondered what else he could do since he didn't seem to need to thrust to help his mother get off and wondered what he had actually learned.

A lot of what he felt like he had been doing was just absently thrusting into a hole during sex, just deeper and deeper each time. His powers helped, and he definitely wanted to learn how to use that to his advantage, but he wanted to start at the beginning and that wasn’t it. The beginning started with things that he could physically do, and when he thought about what that was, the only thing he could remember actually learning was how to spank Dofi... so he tried that. He didn't really have a reason to punish his mother, but he doubted that she cared enough for him to find one at the moment…

… so he did that.

His hand smacked and then bounced off his mother's big toned butt. The crack that that one spanking made was loud enough that it caused both Brenda and Mary to cry out in shock. His mother jerked away from the source of the sharp stinging sensation, her pussy clinging desperately to him as it dragged down to the end of his shaft and then slammed back against him when she realized that retreating meant pulling out. Her butt cheek reddened and jiggled from the impact as her butt slapped into his thighs again, burning with the hand-shaped mark that he had left behind, and then his mother moaned and fell limp against his crotch. Her big butt squished against him, molding to his waist as her pussy convulsed frantically on John's cock, and so the Gamer smacked her ass again. Her other cheek shook and jiggled, the air cracking again as his hand collided, and then he snapped at her.

"Do not stop thrusting." He grit his teeth together as the walls of her cunt fluttered and then clenched, locking tightly to his shaft... but it didn't stop her from listening. His '****' obeyed, even if it meant flexing every single muscle in her core just to find the strength to move, and popped the head of his cock back out of her cervix again. Her pussy squelched with the movement, lewdly filling the room with the noises of their act, and then she pushed back in again, grinding him all the way up to the top of her womb. She started milking his cock again, so John ‘rewarded’ her with another few slaps and then began to rub and squeeze at the spots that he had abused. The various hand-shaped marks that he had left behind continued reddening as he touched her, but the effect was had. Each time she thrust back against John, his mother's hips lingered against him, like she didn't want to pull away anymore even if it meant that she wasn’t reaching her own release. "Good girl..." he groaned and then smacked her butt again.

Each time John spanked her, he found himself caring less and less about what Mary thought about what they were doing. His mother would squeeze him and whimper, changing from a grip that was almost painfully tight and crushing to one that squeezed and hugged him over and over again to the pattern of a steady pulse… like she was trying to focus on only pleasing him. She thrust to please him and make his balls tighten and ache, and the room got stuffy and warm as the act made John start to sweat. His heart started pounding, and he realized after a little while that, at this rate, he was going to cum, even without any serious thrusting. Unfortunately, he just realized it a little late. By the time he started trying to hold his own orgasm back, it had already arrived. His balls clenched and lifted tightly to his body, his cock throbbed and flexed as he pinned his mother's hips to his waist, and he groaned through his teeth.

Brenda simply collapsed when the first blast of seed shot against the walls of her womb. Her arms and legs fell limp as she continued squirting into his balls and shaking. She groaned briefly... but her voice died off when the fourth and fifth ropes cum sprayed into her womb and topped it off before she could finish expressing herself. She just... passed out, unable to bear the endless release that had been raining down on her combined with the burning heat that quickly continued shooting into her stuffed womb. Her body went still, aside from the uncontrollable, unstoppable shaking in her limbs, and then began to swell.

The bulge in her belly that his cock had made expanded slightly and then sloshed and shifted around whenever another shot of cum churned the sea that was already trapped inside her. It grew and filled out, bit by bit, until it made a proper bulbous curved shape in the front of her stomach about the size of a baseball. John stumbled and gasped, his legs losing nearly all of the strength he had in them, and then Mary gasped from somewhere behind him as that bulge grew further, extending and rounding out. The lower part of her stomach grew slightly pudgy with the amount of cum churning around inside of her, and then, finally, his load tapered off.

It wasn’t as much seed as he seemed to have let out when he had been dosed up with the Cabal’s version of a mana potion, but it seemed like some of the effects that the potion had had on his vitality still affected him.

John fell into a slouch with another loud groan, breathing heavier than he expected to be for something that barely took any work from him for once, and nearly pulled away before he remembered that Mary was there. His mother didn't wake up. She just kept squirting and shaking, shaking and squirting over and over again... but after a couple of moments, it seemed to... lessen at the very least. He turned back to Mary, who jumped and nearly dashed out of the room when he caught her still standing there, and snapped his fingers.

"Stop," he ordered and watched as Mary skidded to a halt in the doorway. A single, silver bowl sat next to the doorway where she had intended to leave it behind for the two of them, but John didn't move to it. He stayed in place, keeping Brenda corked up and full. He inhaled deeply, trying to catch the rest of his breath while Mary smoothed out the front of her skirt, and then John pointed to the bowl. "Bring that over here," he told her... and watched as the cheerleader's gaze followed his finger. She looked over to the bowl... and then to him and opened her mouth as if to say something.

Whatever it was, she eventually decided against it. She turned back into the room, staring at him for a moment... and then gingerly tip-toed over to the bowl. She hesitated as soon as she was right up next to the dish... like she was still trying to decide whether or not she was about to do this... and then she quickly scooped it up and dashed across the room to hand it to him.

No.

He almost took it from her. His eyes dropped to the bowl and his hands lifted from Brenda's hips to grab it, but he stopped just before doing it. He looked at Mary... and then shook his head. He pointed back at his mother and then watched as the cheerleader's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

"Put it beneath her," he grunted and then started to pull back. "You saw it yourself... She's gonna need it." His cock tugged out of his mother's womb, filling the room with squelching and slurping sounds as her body unconsciously tightened to try and keep him in, and the quick movement threw Mary into a haze. She gasped and dropped to her knees before John's reckless actions could let his cum go to waste and slipped the bowl between the Gamer and Mrs. Newman just as he finished pulling out. Brenda's pussy lips tried to cling to him, almost stretching to hug him until the very last moment when he came free with a loud 'Pop' and… and then nothing happened...

For a couple of seconds, John and Mary stayed in place, his still-turgid shaft bobbing in the air in front of her face, unknowingly showing her that one round wasn't going to be enough to satisfy him with his Masturbation ability... and then Brenda's butt dropped down to hang off the edge of the bed. A loud spurting noise filled the air as the MILF finally failed to hold onto all of the cum that he had dumped inside of her, and John watched as it began to rush out of her cunt like a thick, white waterfall. It splashed in the bowl that Mary was holding, covering the bottom of it almost immediately before John stepped back. He realized almost instantly that the bowl wasn't going to be able to hold all of his cum if it all poured back out of her, but it was better than nothing.

He considered staying long enough to help her gather as much of his cum as possible and he considered seeing if Mary might actually join in if he tried to do something with her, but he felt like he was already pushing his luck and... astonishingly, he realized that he didn't want to scare her off. He stepped back out of the cheerleader's immediate vicinity, trying to drag himself out of her gaze, and then stopped at one of the many piles of clothing around the room. He was still covered in the mixed perverted juices of both him and his mother and he needed to clean himself off... so he picked up some pieces of his mother's clothing to do it.

He wiped himself down with a couple of bundled up panties, one pink and the other lacy and black, and then tossed the pieces of cloth aside so that he could find a moment to get back to his kingdom. Now he just had to talk to Mary and decide whether or not he should take his mom with him this time.

At least the conversation wasn’t about his powers.