His Mom

Zach grunts with satisfaction and relief as he fires his semen within my fertile womb. Me, on the other hand, was shaking like a vibrator each time Zach slapped my red swollen tits with the metallic rod he's holding. I wasn’t sure how loud I’d scream. My consciousness was switching on and off as the warm pleasure wrapped around my abused tits. We were shocked to hear Zach's mother at the door.

"Son, I thought you wanted her to get pregnant” Zach’s mom commented announcing her presence in the room. She no longer wearing any apron, in fact she wasn’t wearing anything at all. She had cum running down her vulva. She was kneeling right next to the open door, Ashley left the door open when she crawled out. We don’t need privacy anyway. Zach stopped hitting my chest and turned around, unplugging his dick from me in the process. “You didn’t say the magic word.” His mom added.

Zach didn't respond. He instead approached his kneeling mother, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her toward the bed. He rubbed his coated cock all over her face before pushing it inside her mouth. I figured her mother knew what he meant ‘cause she immediately worked her tongue around his son’s dick. Tasting the mixture of my saliva, vomit, pussy juice, and his son’s cum. Her eyes were on me like she was waiting for me to say something. And I realized she wanted me to answer the question. She knew her son would just ignore her question.

"He doesn’t have to. Your daughter hacked my inhibitor. " I told her. She quickly gave me the thumbs up and went back to cleaning her son's dick. Zach did not pull out of her mom’s mouth when she was done cleaning, but instead he held her head steadily as he released his hot golden piss directly into her throat.

"Drink it all, slut." Zach told his mom. Not a single drop of piss came out of her mouth. I could tell she’s an expert at this. She must have done this multiple times, maybe everyday.

"Nothing refreshing than a fresh piss." His mom announced it to the room when he pulled out his dick. "Right, Miss Stone?"

"I agree." I answered her. "But it’s GehennaFertile now, at least for tonight." I corrected her.

"Gehenna? Is that the latin for hell? " Zach's mom asked.

"Yeah, but in English it’s more like a synonym for ****." I answered. "I figured if your son was going to break me into a painslut for his entertainment tonight, that name would absolutely suit me well." I explained. "Who knows, maybe it's not only for tonight. Maybe he won't release me tomorrow and make me his toy for his ****, entertainment, or breeding object. " I joked about making sure Zach could hear us and maybe give Zach some ideas for fun. The name GehennaFertile is starting to grow on me.

His mom and I laughed at the joke, but Zach did not. He was either trying to understand it or considering doing it for real. I’m not sure. But I also gave it some thought. If he actually kept me here forever, then I wouldn’t have to worry about the stress of teaching kids, and my house would probably already be occupied by strangers at this point. One time, I went home and a group of teenagers were having a party there. None of them I recognized. They ignored me as I entered my house, and I ignored them as well. Like I said, I don’t recognize any of them. My memory of that day is fuzzy. I can't really remember how many of them ravaged my cunt and who among them deposited his baby into my womb. All I remember is that I woke up in the toilet covered with piss. I just took a shower and left to go back to school. I still didn’t talk to them. None of them cared to introduce themselves, so I returned the favor.

"I came here to tell you dinner is ready, son." Zach's mom said. Her words pulled my mind back to the present. She still has that slimy liquid mixture covering her face. And it appears that she had no intention of cleaning it off. "Come on, son. The food will get cold." She slowly crawled back to the door. But Zach stopped her.

"I’m not done with you, slut." Zach grabbed his mother's hair once again and lifted her. "Phew!" He spit on her face which landed on her eye. “I’m going to have my round two with that slut and I want you to join. Reheat the food after I’m done with you." He added. He threw her back to the floor, and she crawled back to the bed. "Climb on top of her, slut." Zach commanded the dirty slut on the floor, who happens to be his mother.

I checked the laptop screen, and I still had 34 minutes till my inhibitor re-activated. But that doesn’t concern me. If my inhibitor re-activates, Zach could deactivate it if he likes. And I know he wants to.

I stretch my legs wide and lean back on the bed as I watch Zach's mom climb on top of me, and Zach picked up the metallic rod and smacked both of us alternately. The room was filled with the sounds of two moaning women and the slapping of a metallic rod against an abused skin. And another sound came from downstairs; the sound of a door opening.

"I’m home." Zach’s dad announced his arrival.

"I’m here in Zach’s room, honey." Zach’s mom barked. Zach did not stop hitting her and me. "We’ll be there in a......AAAHHHHH!" She was stopped by a massive orgasm after Zach smacked the metallic rod with a full swing into her back. I joined her scream when Zach hit my vulva with a full swing as well.

"Oh, we got a visitor?" Zach’s dad asked back. He recognized the second scream was not from his wife. "Well, I also brought a guest. You guys take your time. We'll just go watch TV while we wait. " Zach’s dad announced.