Mama's boy
Holding a small blue bag with a newly purchased shampoo, twenty-one-year-old Christina Klein walked out of the "LaMarr" store and briskly clicked her high-heeled red shoes on the hard asphalt of the parking lot.
"Oh, what wonderful weather today!" she sighed joyfully to herself, instantly immersing herself in the sunny, azure atmosphere of a truly warm day. "It just makes me want to sing!"
Possessing a seductive, slender body (which today was covered only by an incredibly short dark dress), she had a lush bob of golden hair, large, well-lined long-lashed green eyes, a straight, even
nose, and full lips, richly painted with a delicate milky-purple lipstick. To this flawless, angelic face, adding quite sharp size 2 breasts and magnificent long legs (shod in shiny red shoes with 12-centimeter heels), she somewhat resembled a beautiful ancient fairy, capable of driving mad both a lustful forest satyr and any ordinary man!And so now, involuntarily catching lustful glances from men in the parking lot (running from her mincing feet all the way up to the tattoo of gothic letters "LF" near her left eye!), she, beaming with a wide, white-toothed smile, simply "flew" towards her blue Chevrolet. "Flew" to return home as soon as possible, where her faithful husband Rick and her one-year-old daughter Amelia were waiting for her!
"Oh, excuse me, young Fräulein!" a deep female voice suddenly caught up with her from behind. "But, could you help me load these groceries into the trunk?!"
Christina turned around and, seeing a rather large, elderly Frau (with a "à la garçon" wavy red bob, huge beads around her neck, a wide dark pink smock), willingly nodded:
"Yes, of course, I'll help you."
"That's very kind of you!" the woman smiled immediately. "You are a true Fräulein!"
Christina, however, bending over for the gray bags piled in the cart, took the first one and then... groaned heavily—the bag, stuffed to the brim with apples and pears, turned out to be quite heavy even for her!
"Oh, this is all not for me, but for my son!" exclaimed the plump stranger, immediately noticing her puzzled look. "He's already quite big and smart, so he needs so much fruit!"
"I understand, I understand..." only uttered the bewildered Christina and, gathering her strength, obediently began transferring the heavy bags of provisions into the open trunk of the woman's red car.
"By the way, my son is a very good boy," the woman in the dark pink smock continued thereafter. "He always obeys me—his mother. And these days, admit it, that's quite rare! So, since you are a very pleasant, responsive girl, I think you would be a good match for my son. You see, I'm old now, and we need a helper in our big house... Perhaps you'd be interested in meeting my boy?!"
"You probably think he's old or ugly..." the elderly, stout woman continued to pontificate as if nothing had happened, fingering her snow-white beads. "No! He is strong and handsome!"
"Woman!" the blonde finally couldn't take it anymore, trying to shove the last of the provisions into the car. "What, didn't you hear me?! I told you I'm married and that I already have a chi... ouch!"
Suddenly feeling a prick in her buttock, she, without finishing her sentence, yelped, and, turning to the stranger, was stunned—grinning strangely, the woman was holding in her hand a half-injected syringe with some suspicious green liquid!
"What did you do?!" Christina only cried out, staring at her in horror. "What did you inject me with?!"
"Don't worry, dear, this is necessary for the cause..." the woman assured her in an impassive tone. "For the cause..."
"For what damn cause?!" the green-eyed girl wanted to retort, however, feeling an amazing dizziness (and along with it, literally the ground "disappearing" from under her feet!), she collapsed senseless right into the arms... of the woman!
"God... what is this... some kind of nightmare?!" was the first thought that flashed in Christina as soon as she regained consciousness. "Am I tied up, and in some kind of basement?!"
Indeed, being tied in a crucified position by her arms and legs with strong ropes, still not in a completely clear mind, she saw that she was in the cool semi-darkness of some basement! A basement surrounded by unwelcoming gray walls, dark water pipes, dusty rows of white washing machines and... a solitary brown heating boiler, lurking like a whimsical ghost in the farthest corner of the room!
"What does all this mean?!" Christina wondered again, just now also feeling that her mouth was stuffed with some kind of red cloth gag. "Where am I anyway?! And where, damn it, is that woman in the pink smock?!"
Experiencing an unusual mixture of fear and some irritation, she tried to break free from this unexpected trap, but, realizing that the bonds were indeed very strong, she again hung helplessly in anxious anticipation.
"Oh, it seems our guest has come to!" she finally heard from somewhere above the now-familiar female voice, accompanied by the tread of heavy footsteps. "Just a minute, dear, I'll come down to you now!"
Indeed, not a minute had passed before the same woman from the parking lot descended to her, "floating" out of the cold semi-darkness before her, still in the same smock and bright "milky" beads!
"Mmmm!" Christina immediately grunted discontentedly, simply glaring at her with an angry gaze.
"Now, don't moo, don't moo, dear," the woman smiled in response. "You're not a heifer to moo... I apologize, of course, that for the service you rendered us, I had to inject you with a sedative. However, it was the only chance to introduce you to my shy son. And you, as I see, are really good! Such a doll-like face, such golden hair... Ummm, my little boy just loves such pretty blondes! And what firm breasts—just a sight to behold!"
With these words, she came close to the blonde captive and... roughly squeezed in her hands the breasts straining against her dress!
"What the hell is she doing?!" the tied-up Christina stared at her dumbfounded at that moment. "Has she gone completely mad?!"
"Ummm, yes, nice titties..." the stout woman only uttered with satisfaction, casually continuing her unusual activity. "Though not so big, but pointed, firm... You, dear, could easily jerk off the most engorged male cock with them..."
"Exactly—she's gone mad! shot through the green-eyed girl's mind. "Oh, God, it seems I've fallen into the clutches of a perverted family! Fallen into the hands of sick perverts!"
Meanwhile, the woman in the smock pulled out large scissors from somewhere and, looking at her slyly, quietly said:
"Dear, you probably won't mind if I prepare you a little for the meeting with my little boy? Huh?"
"Mmmm!" the captive only grunted discontentedly again, instantly covered in goosebumps of fear.
"I thought so, dear," the stout woman only smiled. "I just want you to look your best before meeting him."
And then, getting down to business, she soon freed her from the dress, immediately releasing her pale, delicate, pointed breasts, adorned with dark pink areolas of large nipples!
"Ummm, lovely!" the woman in the smock smacked her lips sweetly, immediately admiring them. "My son will definitely be delighted with such 'beauties'!"
"God, is this really happening to me?!" Christina wondered again, involuntarily blushing from such unusual undressing. "Is this nasty woman really going to take me now and put me under her son?! I wonder, if she is so fat and awful, what does this 'shy' little boy look like?! Surely under a hundred kilos of pure fat?! Oh, no... Oh, no!"
From these thoughts, she trembled in horror with her whole young body, but the strange woman with the scissors had already freed her from the white fabric of her panties! Freed her, instantly presenting to her gaze the rather wild bush of her fair pubic hair, and the magnificent pale-chocolate petals of her protruding labia!
"Ummm, what a treat!" the stout woman in the pink smock was touched. "What an elegant little slit you have! My little boy will love filling it with his crooked dick!"
"Crooked dick?!" an anxious thought pierced Christina again, immediately "responding" with a new shudder throughout her body. "Oh, God, no, not that!"
Meanwhile, the woman, swaying her huge breasts under the smock (and along with them, her no less large belly!), stepped aside and admired her handiwork.
"Oh, how magnificent you are after all!" she exclaimed enthusiastically, clapping her hands. "Now I don't have a shadow of a doubt that you'll please my Bobby! Undoubtedly, you will!"
With this assurance, she approached the tied-up girl again and, roughly pulling on her nipples, continued:
"After all, what man would refuse to try such magnificent cherries? Which they love to bite or jerk off with..."
And, immediately finding herself beside her, reaching a hand from behind between her legs, she covered the lower lips with her thick fingers, and uttered even more quietly:
"And into such a tight pussy, they dream of driving their red-hot rods..."
"Crazy!" Christina was again covered with an icy ripple of horror at that same moment. "Old crazy pervert!"
"Yes, you will become a wonderful bride for my boy!" the woman stated, appearing again before her frightened gaze. "He will fuck you like crazy!"
And, paying no attention to another involuntary "mmm" from the tied-up girl, she waddled away with an unusually large rear end, heading upstairs.
"Oh, God, she's probably gone to get her son! was the only thought that flashed in Christina, instantly filling her eyes with tears. "What should I do?! I'm in trouble! In trouble! Although, Dick has probably already noticed my absence and even called the police! erotic stories God, I hope that's the case! I hope so!"
Remembering that her husband and one-year-old daughter were left at home, she, sniffling loudly with frustration, tried again to break free from the cursed bonds, however, again hung on them in complete powerlessness! Hung, now being only in her high-heeled red shoes!
"Bobby!" she heard at that very moment from above again the booming voice of the woman in the smock. "The bride is already waiting for you! Come on, come on, son, don't be shy! She won't hurt you—she's a very nice girl!"
In response, someone, stepping heavily on the floor (so heavily that the floorboards simply groaned under him!), joined the mother and, soon, together with her, emerging from the basement semi-darkness, appeared before the gaze of the golden-haired captive.
"God!" Christina's eyes rounded in horror at that moment. "Oh, no, not this!"
Like an executioner from the dark ages of the Middle Ages, before her stood a sturdy, high-gauge man, whose head was covered by a large dark brown sack (with slits for eyes and mouth), his body shimmered with the pale fat of a huge bare belly, and his legs were hidden in... dirty, greasy camouflage pants of khaki color, well tucked into dark, heavy soldier's boots!
Standing literally a meter and a half from the tied-up girl, he, baring small yellow teeth in heavy breathing, immediately silently fixed his dark brown eyes on her! "Fixed" them, greedily running his gaze over her entire magnificent naked body!
"God, he's just a monster!" Christina involuntarily strained all her bonds, trembling at that same instant. "He's a real monster!"
"Well, here, meet each other!" the woman only exclaimed, standing nearby. "This is my son Bobby! He may be autistic, but I think this circumstance won't darken your relationship at all! After all, he really is just a magnificent son! My most wonderful boy! Yes, Bobby?!"
"Tt-aaa..." the Executioner growled dully, puffing up the fabric of the whimsical "hood."
"Mmmm!" Christina immediately groaned painfully, only shuddering again in her "snares."
"Calm down, calm down, dear," the portly Mother in the smock immediately addressed her. "I, of course, remember what you said in the parking lot about having a husband and a child. Also, I well understand that I, in turn, omitted the fact of my little boy's autism... But, is all that really so important now?! The main thing is that you have finally met, and that from now on you will be happy!"
And, turning away from the completely pale captive, addressing her son, she commanded:
"Come on, Bobby! Show her how you know how to love girls! Show her right now!"
Not needing to be asked twice, the thirty-one-year-old giant in the sack immediately plopped to his knees beside the captive's spread legs, gently embraced her pale buttocks, and then... buried his face in her unshaved crotch! Buried, instantly frankly plunging his slobbery tongue between the lush folds of her labia!
"Mmmm!" Christina immediately flinched, with a new frosty shock instantly feeling the hot, shameless writhing of the male organ of taste within her. "Mmmm-h!"
He, involuntarily tickling her lower abdomen with the rough fabric of the sack, only worked his tongue more vigorously in her young "treasure trove," even playfully flicking its wet tip against the very pink berry of her clitoris!
"Mmmm... no... God, no... the blonde inwardly groaned, languidly rolling her emerald "lenses" upward. "This can't be... This isn't happening to me..."
However, the unusual reality continued to brazenly invade her luxurious womb in the form of the impudent tongue of the autistic man, who continued and continued to hotly drill her with all the shamelessness of animal passion! Drill, involuntarily already arousing in her the first glimmers... of pleasant excitement!
"Yes, son, yes!" the Mother exclaimed at that moment, approving the actions of her licker. "You're just a smart boy! From your tongue caresses, she's already rolled her eyes like a kitten! Lick, lick her! Lick until she pisses herself from ecstasy!"
"Mrrr!" the pot-bellied Executioner only growled dully in response, and, completely covering the very flesh of the already swollen clitoris with his lips.
"Mmmm... God!" Christina simply shuddered in her bonds at that same second, instantly covered with a blush. "Mmmm... it seems I'm really getting turned on... Mmmm, how skillful he turns out to be at cunnilingus... Mmmmh..."
Feeling the sweet burns of his tongue on her frankly pulsating "berry," she, instantly forgetting all fears, completely surrendered to these forced caresses. Surrendered, not only blazing with blood in her face (and stiffly pointing her already shamelessly protruding breasts!) but also finally spraying the first dewdrops... of languid desire!
"Mrrrrrrr!" instantly feeling their salty-sweet taste, the diligent giant under her moaned sweetly. "Mr-mr-mrrr!"
And, roughly squeezing her pale buttocks, with new force deeply pierced her hot "pussy" with his tongue, immediately taking in these flowing female juices!
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