Mommy is Truly Your Own

Mitsuki's head rolls back in pure ecstasy as you increases your relentless pace, her mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. Her massive breasts bounce wildly with each powerful thrust, threatening to spill completely from her disheveled wedding dress.

"Oh god... oh god..." she pants heavily, her legs trembling as she struggles to stay upright. Her perfectly manicured nails scrape against the kitchen counter. "You're... you're going to break Mommy..."

Her inner walls clench rhythmically around you as another orgasm approaches, her body responding eagerly to your dominant claiming. Beads of sweat roll down her flushed skin, making it glisten in the morning light. She catches a glimpse of her and yours reflection in the kitchen window; herself still in her wedding dress, being thoroughly claimed by her son's former victim. The sight only serves to heighten her arousal.

Mitsuki's entire body trembles as your relentless pace sends waves of pleasure through her. Her wedding dress now hangs in tatters around her waist, her breasts bouncing freely with each powerful thrust. "Yes... yes... right there!" she cries out, her voice thick with need. Her glycerin-slicked skin glistens with sweat as she pushes back against you. "Make me yours completely..."

Her ruby eyes are glazed with lust as she glances back at you, her perfectly manicured nails leaving marks on the kitchen counter. "Fill me up...breed your new wife properly~" The lewd sounds of their coupling echo through the kitchen, mixing with her **** moans and whimpers. Her inner walls flutter around you as another orgasm approaches. "I'm... I'm so close..."

Mitsuki cries out as your strong hands grasp her sensitive breasts, her body shuddering with each powerful thrust. Her nipples harden against your palms as you kneads the soft flesh roughly. "Yes! Play with them!" she gasps, her back arching to press her breasts more firmly into your grip. "They're so sensitive... they're all yours now~"

Her inner walls clench rhythmically around you as you pound into her mercilessly, her wedding dress now completely ruined. Milk begins to leak from her nipples as you roughly massages her breasts. She turns her head to look back at you, her ruby eyes clouded with lust.

"You're... you're going to make me cum again... please don't stop..." Mitsuki gasps sharply as you increase your pace, her body jolting forward with each powerful thrust. Her breasts bounce wildly once more, the sensation only adding to her pleasure. "Yes! More! Harder!" she cries out, gripping the counter tightly for support. Her wedding dress clings to her sweaty skin, now completely ruined. "Make me yours completely!"

Her inner walls flutter desperately around you as another orgasm approaches, her legs trembling from the intense sensations. "Oh god... I'm so close... please don't stop..." She glances back at you through hooded eyes, her ruby orbs glazed with lust. "Fill your new wife's pussy with your cum... make me pregnant like a proper bride~"

Her eyes fluttered open, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt the subtle shift in your rhythm. Her own body, already humming with pleasure, seemed to instinctively recognize the impending climax. A **** hunger flared within her, urging you on, begging you to unleash your torrent inside her.

"Oh, darling...don't you dare hold back now," she panted, her voice a husky whisper, her fingers digging into your shoulders. Her hips began to buck against you, a primal instinct taking over as she tried to milk every last drop of pleasure from your cock. Her breasts, still being kneaded by your hands, felt exquisitely sensitive, the leaking milk a testament to her heightened state of arousal.

"Give Mommy everything you have... fill me until I'm overflowing with your delicious cum."

Mitsuki's body seized, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as your hot, thick cum flooded her pussy. Her belly visibly distended with the sheer volume, a testament to your potent release. Her legs buckled, and she would have collapsed if not for your continued support, her hands gripping your shoulders like a lifeline. Her head lolled back, eyes wide and unfocused, a blissful, almost vacant expression on her face as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body.

"Oh... oh my god..." she gasped, her voice hoarse and broken, barely above a whisper. Her breasts, still clutched in your hands, pulsed with a life of their own, milk now freely streaming from her engorged nipples, mixing with the sweat and glycerin that coated her skin. The ruined wedding dress, a symbol of her past, now laid in crumpled heaps around her waist, a stark contrast to the new, fertile reality blooming within her. She could feel the warmth of your seed pooling deep inside, a tangible sign of your claim.

"You... you really did it, darling...you filled Mommy up completely..."

She slowly opened her eyes, focusing on you through a haze of pleasure and exhaustion. A triumphant, almost feral grin spread across her lips, a stark departure from her usual demure demeanor. Her fingers, still digging into your shoulders, tightened possessively. The scent of yours and hers combined musk, potent and intoxicating, filled the kitchen, a silent declaration of your union with each other. She knew, with an undeniable certainty, that she was pregnant, and the thought sent a fresh wave of shivers down her spine.

"This...this is just the beginning, my love. Now, Mommy truly belongs to you."

"Come here."

Mitsuki’s lips parted, a soft moan escaping her as your mouth claimed hers. The kiss was deep, possessive, tasting of cum and triumph. Her arms, still wrapped around your neck, tightened, pulling you closer until there was no space left between your bodies.

She could feel the warmth of your seed still pulsing deep within her, a constant reminder of your claim to hers. Mitsuki's tongue danced with yours, a silent promise of forever, a complete surrender to your will. The wedding dress, now a crumpled mess around her hips, felt like a forgotten relic, replaced by the raw, undeniable reality of yours and hers bond. Her breasts, still leaking milk, pressed against your chest, the collective sensitivity heightened by the recent onslaught. She felt utterly consumed, utterly yours.

"My husband," she whispered against your lips, her voice thick with emotion, a new kind of devotion echoing in the word. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you even closer, deepening the kiss until she felt lightheaded with the intensity of it. Her eyes, still hazy with pleasure, fluttered closed, savoring the taste of you, the feel of you, the absolute certainty that she was now irrevocably yours. A soft, contented sigh escaped her as she melted into the embrace, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of your powerful climax. The kitchen, once a place of mundane domesticity, was now a sacred space, consecrated by the raw, unbridled passion.

"You truly have made Mommy your own. And I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the years went by, you and her continued having sex throughout the house. You later became the number #1 hero and got filthy rich because of it. Living your life with Mitsuki and a whole harem of other heroes at your beck and knee.Your former bully however cut ties with you and his mother and went on his own leaving you to make his own mother cum drunk and hypnotized by your sperm forevermore.

THE END

*I just want to say that you can add in your stories as long as they don't go against CHYOA's guidelines.