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Hands trembling, heart soaring, Adam touched his plump lips with his right, pursing them as he pushed Monica's thick baby batter into his mouth, tongue twirling to lick everything up and spread the incombarable taste through his mouth. Adam's eyes fluttered closed, pussy pulsing with arousal as his lips tingled and sucked on his fingers with loud slurping sounds. Until...

"B-baby?" Voice hoarse and thick with lust, Monica inadvertendly lit a roaring fire of need within her son. "What...?"

CRASH!!

With one sweep of his slender left arm, Adam sent droplets of pussy juice flying through the air and his half-eaten cereal to the ground. Clambering up on the table, he swung his shapely legs around and did the same with Monica's plate, opening his quivering thighs wide as Adam laid on his back and untied the belt of his bathrobe, lower legs hanging off the table as his labia spread open. Panting in lust, hands running over his nude stomach towards the shapely swell of his breasts, Adam fixed his mother with a smoldering gaze inviting her to...

"No, baby, no, we... we can't, if I f-fuck you, then..."

"I. Don't. Care!" Adam hissed, cupping both of his tits, thumbs running over the very edge of his areolas. His nipples pulsing and throbbing, Adam gazed at his mother as she rose, cock still hard as steel. Monica's hands twitched and flexed as she fought the urge to simply grab Adam's hips and rail him until neither of them could walk, her shaft jumping wildly with every beat of her thumping heart. "I don't fucking care. Please, Mom, I need you inside me, please fuck me, pleeeeaaaase!"

The neverending, babbling pleas definitely didn't fall on deaf ears with Monica, and Adam couldn't help but stare at the dripping head of his mother's wildly bobbing cock. It was so thick and veiny, bending upwards slightly from her crotch, and all she had to do was take a single step forwards... Adam could have just jumped his mother and screwed her brains out, of course, but this building anticipation, this exquisite teasing...

"I can't take it, Mom, please, please Mommy, fuck my slutty pussy, I'm so wet for you, oooh please fuck me!"

Monica's willpower was rapidly eroding, face flush and eyes drifting between Adam's dripping pussy, his perfect, soft breasts, his full lips forming this neverending string of shameless, needy pleas. But she knew that Adam wasn't in his right mind, inhibitions lowered by rampant, uncontrollable lust. The same lust that was beginning to fill Monica minutes after her last orgasm, making the shapely, big-dicked woman bite her lower lip as a low whine rose from deep within her...

"Please don't make me wait, Mommy..." And Adam, beside himself with need, answered with a **** whine of his own, gazing up at his mother as he pushed his left tit upwards to playfully lick the stiff nipple capping it. With a shuddering moan, Adam continued: "Aanh~... I... I need you really bad, Mom... look how much my pussy is dripping... it's so empty... pleeaase fill me up, Mommy!"

"Mnnngh, baby!" Monica had put up an inhuman effort, resisted with all her might, but she'd lost her fight the moment Adam had lost his. And now... "I'm so suh-sorry..."

It was actually less than one step. Maybe not even half. Monica shuffled forwards between her offspring's spread legs, knees weak with arousal, and grabbed Adam's wide hips. The touch of her fingers alone set of a lustful, full-body shudder and a small moan that turned much more wanton when the swollen underside of Monica's cock sawed through Adam's sodden pussy lips until her fat, smooth balls pressed into her son's soft ass. The drooling, purple helmet rose proudly over Adam's lower belly, pre drooling and dripping from the distended slit, rolling down Monica's impressive, throbbing length to mix with her son's own copious juices.

"Yesss~!!" Throwing back his head, Adam hissed in pleasure, hands twitching and squeezing his huge, perky breasts, hips tilting and gyrating to rub his swollen pussy along his mother's length, making Monica double over and groan as her fingers dug into Adam's soft hips. "Stick it in, stick it in, c'mon, pleeeaaase put your fat cock inside me!"

"Y-you're so wet, sweetie..." Monica mumbled as she bucked her hips, dragging her pulsing prick through Adam's snatch, the swollen underside pushing apart her son's labia - and most importantly stimulating his fiercely erect clit peeking from its hood. "I'm sorry, baby... I c-can't hold back..."

"I don fu--fuuuck~! I don't want you to hold back, Mom!" Hips still moving against his mother's crotch, Adam bit his plump lower lip and mashed his breasts together, pinching his stiff nipples between index and middle finger, pulling gently on the buzzing pleasure nubs. "I just want you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

The intensity of his begging would have surprised Adam himself had he not been so far gone, so desperately horny that strings of feminine honey were dripping down his mother's balls as she pulled her hips back. The excitement building within Adam reached a crescendo, breath hitching in his throat, ceasing altogether as the anticipation became unbearable. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Monica grabbed her straining shaft with one hand, aimed at her son's gaping cunt and...

"Hgh!" Adam had wanted to draw a deep breath, moan, squeal, scream, show his appreciation by being as vocal as he could - but with one smooth stroke, his mother had filled him to the brim, to bursting, so completely that breathing seemed impossible for a second. And in that second, Monica's cock gave a particularly powerful lurch... "Ghg!"

Going crosseyed, mouth falling open in a lascivious 'O', legs quivering as they locked around his mother's waist, Adam ceased to exist. There was only pure pleasure, white-hot, all-consuming, obliterating all sense of self. Somewhere, a body shook and twitched, breasts wobbled and bounced even in the tight grasp of two hands, a pussy clamped down around an impossibly hard cock, milking it with powerfully undulating muscles, but absolute, perfect bliss made all of this barely worthy of attention.

"...by? Baby? Baby?!" The first thing Adam heard when he finally returned where his mother's anxious cries, her throbbing cock still lodged deep inside of him. "A-are you alright?!"

"Alr... alright? Tha--ah! Best orgasm... I ever--ngh, oh god~!" Every minuscule movement of Monica set off another 'minor' climax inside of Adam, each of which could rival what his old body had been capable of. "P-pleassse~... don't st-stop..."