Mom

Jessica didn’t wait for the nurse to finish the question.

“Mom’s going first.”

Ashley’s head snapped toward her. “Jessica—”

“You’re older, you’re thicker, and you’re already leaking all over the floor.” Jessica’s voice was sharp and bright with mean amusement. “Get on the mount. The pathetic bitch on the other end isn’t going to fuck himself.”

Ashley’s face was tight. The thick, downward-curving cock between her legs stood rigid, the foreskin stretched behind the broad head, a steady clear strand of precum already connecting the tip to the floor. Her melon-sized balls looked heavy enough to ache. She glanced at the camera—at the feed she didn’t know was her son’s eyes—and the guilt sat plain on her face.

“I don’t like this,” she said quietly.

Jessica rolled her eyes and stepped in close. “You need to empty those things before you start climbing the walls. The loser signed up for it. He’s a contract hole. That’s what he’s for. Now get on.”

Ashley closed her eyes for a second. Then she stepped up onto the low padded mount.

Carson watched every movement through the headset.

His mother’s body—familiar, soft in the places it had always been soft—now carried that thick, dark, downward-bent cock that looked almost too heavy for her frame. She straddled the apparatus. The machine adjusted with a soft hydraulic sound, lining her up with the interface. The broad, uncut head kissed the invisible point that was his hole.

He felt it at the same instant he saw it.

A blunt, massive pressure settled against the tight ring of muscle. Not a finger. Not anything human-scaled. Something soda-can thick and insistent pushed forward with the slow, clinical weight of a body that had waited too long.

Carson’s breath locked in his chest.

No. No, this isn’t— this can’t be real. The headset is glitching. It’s a recording. It’s someone else. It’s not her.

On the feed, Ashley’s face was still conflicted. She pushed harder. The thick head mashed against the resistance and flattened slightly. She exhaled through her nose, braced both hands on the supports, and drove her weight down.

The head forced through with a sudden, wet pop that Carson felt as a brutal tear of sensation.

“F-fuck—” The sound tore out of him in the dark bedroom, useless. They couldn’t hear him.

The shaft followed in one continuous, relentless drive. Eleven inches of nearly two-soda-can girth punched into him, the downward curve forcing the thick length against his walls at an angle that made the stretch feel even more extreme. The flared head dragged deep. Her heavy, melon-sized balls pressed flush against the interface with a solid, final thud.

Carson’s mouth opened in a silent, shocked gasp. His own cock had hardened against his will, trapped against the sheets. The pressure on his prostate was constant and crushing. He could feel every ridge of the dense shaft, the way the foreskin had been pushed back, the impossible thickness that refused to give his hole any room to adjust. His walls fluttered and tried to push the intrusion out. They failed.

It’s not her. It’s a simulation. The trial is testing sensory feedback with fake footage. Mom wouldn’t— she would never—

On the feed, Ashley’s eyes had gone half-lidded. A low, involuntary sound left her throat.

Jessica stepped into clearer view of the camera, arms crossed under her chest, nineteen-inch cock still hanging heavy and half-hard between her legs. She looked down at the place where her mother’s thick shaft disappeared into the interface and smiled.

“Listen to that,” Jessica said, voice bright. “It’s already gripping her like a desperate little cunt. What a pathetic bitch. Bet this is the most action this loser has ever had.”

Ashley’s hips twitched. She pulled back a few inches—the wet, heavy sound of the thick cock dragging through tight heat filled the feed—and then pushed back in with a solid thud-slap of her balls against the mount.

Carson felt every inch of the withdrawal and the brutal return. The downward curve made the head drag hard across his prostate on every stroke. A deep, electric pressure bloomed behind his cock and forced another helpless bead of fluid out of him. His thighs trembled. He tried to crawl forward on the bed to escape the sensation and got nowhere. The connection held him in place as if the mount on the other side had locked around his hips.

Stop. Please stop. This isn’t happening. I’m still in the recovery room. I’m dreaming. The ring isn’t real. Mom is at home. Jessica is at home. This is just the headset showing me something to test my reaction—

Jessica kept talking, casual and cruel.

“Look at Mom’s face. She’s trying to feel bad about it but her cock is already twitching. This loser is just a warm hole that signed a paper. He wanted this. Probably jerked off thinking about getting ruined by something big. What a fucking bitch.”

Ashley’s rhythm settled into short, powerful strokes. The wet sounds grew louder and more consistent.

Thud-slap.

Thhudd-slaaap.

Thhhudd-slaaaap.

Each impact of her heavy balls against the interface sent a deep, muffled plop through Carson’s gut as the thick head displaced everything in its path. The unusual girth forced his walls apart with wet resistance that never lessened. He could feel the exact shape of the downward curve, the way the shaft thickened near the base, the way her balls pressed and shifted against the ring with every thrust. His hole burned. The stretch sat just past the edge of what felt possible. Every time she bottomed out, the broad head ground against a place so deep it made his vision spark.

Carson’s internal voice fractured and kept trying to rebuild the same denial.

It’s not her cock. It’s a machine. The feed is generated. They’re testing how much sensory data I can process before I panic. That’s all. Mom would never look like that. She would never sound like that. She would never—

On the feed, Ashley’s expression had started to change. The guilt was still there, but it was being crowded out by something hotter and more urgent. Her hands gripped the supports harder. Her hips rolled with more force. The thick, uncut shaft glistened with the slick it was forcing out of him on every stroke.

Jessica noticed and laughed.

“There it is. Mom’s starting to forget she’s supposed to feel bad. Look at her go. That loser is getting turned into a cocksleeve and he can’t even do anything about it. Bet his little dick is hard right now. Bet he’s leaking all over himself like a bitch in heat.”

Carson was hard. His cock twitched uselessly against the soaked sheets every time the thick head crushed his prostate. A broken sound tried to leave his throat and died. The pressure inside him was constant—no relief on the out-stroke, only a brief lessening before the full girth slammed home again. His belly had already begun to firm from the constant flood of dense precum that her cock kept forcing deeper.

I didn’t sign up for this. I thought it was going to be on my cock. I never agreed to— this isn’t my mother. It can’t be my mother. The headset is lying. The sensations are lying. I’m going to take it off and everything will stop—

He reached up with shaking hands. The headset stayed locked in place. The feed did not flicker.

Ashley’s breathing grew heavier. The precum that had been beading at her tip was now a constant slick that made every stroke louder and wetter.

Glurrk.

Glurrk-churn.

Squelch-thud.

Jessica leaned closer to the camera, still speaking to the anonymous endpoint as if it could answer.

“You’re taking my mom’s cock so well for a pathetic contract hole. Eleven inches of thick, uncut meat and you’re just sitting there getting used. What a good little bitch. Mom’s balls are so full she’s going to pump you full of so much cum you’ll look pregnant. And you’re going to take every drop because that’s what losers like you are for.”

Ashley let out a low, shaky moan. Her rhythm faltered for half a second, then grew rougher. The downward curve of her cock made every full-length stroke drag the broad head across Carson’s prostate with deliberate, crushing pressure. His own cock jerked and spilled a small, helpless spurt across the sheets. The orgasm was ripped out of him by the constant stimulation, shameful and unwanted and impossible to stop.

I came. I came from it. That doesn’t mean it’s real. People cum in nightmares. This is still a nightmare. I’m going to wake up and Mom will be in the kitchen and Jessica will be on the couch and the ring will be gone—

Jessica saw the way her mother’s face tightened and laughed again.

“She just felt you cum, didn’t she? The loser just came from getting fucked by my mom. What a perfect little bitch. Keep going, Mom. Empty those balls. This hole exists to take it.”

Ashley’s voice came out strained. “It—it’s so tight— I can’t—”

“You can. You are.” Jessica’s tone turned almost gentle, which made it worse. “Just dump it all in the loser. He asked for this. He’s a warm, wet, anonymous cunt who signed a contract so people like us could use him. So use him.”

Ashley’s hips stuttered.

The first true pulse of her orgasm hit like a pressure wave.

Carson felt it as a sudden, scorching flood of thick, heavy cum forced deep into his guts. The volume was unreal. His belly began to round almost immediately, the skin stretching tight under his shirt. Ashley kept cumming. Pulse after pulse of dense, hot seed pumped straight into him with so much force that his stomach swelled outward in visible increments. The heat spread through his lower body in a slow, heavy wave. Every new pulse added more weight. The load had nowhere to go except deeper and fuller.

Glurrk-churn.

Glurrrk-churrrn.

Glurrrrk-churrrrn.

On the feed, Ashley’s mouth had fallen open. Her eyes were half-closed, face flushed, the guilt temporarily drowned under the pure relief of the pressure finally leaving her body. Her thick cock kept twitching and pumping, the downward curve flexing with every spurt. Carson could see the way her melon-sized balls drew up tight and the way her stomach tensed with each thick ejection.

That’s not her cum. It’s fluid from the system. They’re pumping something into the interface to simulate volume. It’s a test. It’s only a test. My mother is not filling me with—

Jessica watched the way the interface seemed to accept everything and grinned.

“Look at that. Mom’s really filling the bitch up. His stomach is probably already starting to show. What a good little cum dump. Take it all, loser. Every thick drop. You’re nothing but a set of guts for my mother to empty her balls into.”

Ashley moaned—low, broken, almost apologetic—and kept cumming. The load was absurd. Carson’s belly swelled into a hard, glossy dome that pressed against the front of his shirt and spilled into his lap. He looked six months pregnant, then seven, then further. The weight of it pulled downward, heavy and immobile. Sweat broke out across his forehead and the back of his neck. The heat of the cum sat deep inside him like a live coal. His hole was stretched so wide around the thick shaft that he could feel cool air moving along the rim every time she shifted. The ring around his asshole pulsed uselessly, overwhelmed by the girth and the volume.

Still Ashley’s cock kept pulsing.

Jessica’s commentary never stopped.

“That’s it. Keep pumping him. The pathetic bitch can take it. Look how much you’re giving him. His guts are going to be painted white. He’s going to feel this for days. Every time he sits down he’s going to remember my mother’s thick cock and the way she used him like the loser he is.”

Carson could only lie there and take it.

His hole was stretched obscenely around the thick, uncut shaft. Every small movement of Ashley’s hips sent another heavy pulse of cum deeper. His own cock had softened and then hardened again from the constant prostate pressure, leaking steadily into the ruined sheets. Tears kept tracking down his face under the headset. He could see his mother’s expression—pleasure and residual guilt tangled together—and his sister’s sharp, delighted smile as she watched the anonymous hole get filled beyond capacity.

I’m going to throw up. I’m going to pass out. This will stop if I pass out. It has to stop. It can’t keep going. She can’t still be cumming. No one cums this much. It’s not real. None of this is real—

Ashley’s orgasm finally began to taper.

She stayed buried to the root, breathing hard, thick cock still twitching with aftershocks. Her heavy balls had drawn up tight. The downward curve of her shaft kept the head locked deep, sealing most of the massive load inside him. Carson felt every residual pulse and the way the thick shaft flexed as the last of it left her. His belly was a taut, rounded weight that made breathing shallow. The heat radiated outward until his entire lower body felt feverish.

Jessica stepped closer and peered at the place where her mother disappeared into the interface.

“Still so full,” she said, almost admiring. “You really dumped everything into the bitch, didn’t you? Look at that. The loser is packed. Bet he can’t even think straight. Bet his little stomach is all round and tight and he’s just lying there like a broken toy.”

Ashley’s voice was quiet, rough. “I… I didn’t mean to put that much—”

“Yes you did.” Jessica’s smile was mean and bright. “Your body knew exactly what it wanted. And the pathetic contract hole took every drop like a good little cunt. That’s what he’s for.”

She reached out and gave her mother’s still-hard cock a slow stroke where it met the interface, pushing another thick pulse of cum into Carson.

Carson felt it land deep and let out a broken, helpless sound that no one on the island could hear. The added volume made his swollen belly tighten further. A slow bead of cum forced its way out around the thick shaft and tracked down the back of his thigh.

It’s over. She’s done. She’s going to pull out and the feed will end and I’ll wake up and none of this will have happened—

Ashley finally began to pull out.

The thick, downward-curving cock dragged free with a long, wet, heavy sound. A river of dense cum followed it, spilling from the stretched interface in thick, creamy ropes. Carson felt the sudden emptiness and the immediate, overwhelming rush of fluid trying to escape. His belly was still massively rounded, the skin shiny and tight. The load was so large that only a portion could leave at once. The rest sat heavy and hot inside him, a solid weight that shifted when he breathed. His hole stayed open for several long seconds after the cock left, the rim slow to remember how to close, before the ring finally began its work in weak, fluttering pulses.

On the feed, Ashley looked down at the mess she had made and the guilt returned to her face in full force. Her thick cock still stood hard, glistening, a final thick strand of cum connecting the tip to the interface.

Jessica just laughed, low and pleased, and wrapped a hand around her own nineteen-inch shaft, giving it a slow stroke that made the massive flare swell even wider.

“My turn,” she said.

She looked into the camera one more time, eyes bright with cruel anticipation.

“Hope you’re ready for the big one, loser. Mom already filled you up. I’m going to stretch this already-used cunt even wider and add my own. You’re going to be so full of our cum you’ll feel us dripping out of you for a week. And you’ll remember every second of it, won’t you, you pathetic bitch?”

Carson lay in the dark bedroom with the headset still sealed over his eyes, belly grotesquely swollen, hole stretched and leaking, the thick taste of his mother’s cock and the sound of his sister’s voice still filling his head.

It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.

The feed stayed open.