A Lustful Growing Contagion Ch 28

The rest of the week passed by rather uneventfully. Spending the next couple of days roaming around the house, attending the online classes, taking care of the grocery shopping and spending much of my time with Emilia, it was nice and mundane, however I couldn't help but worry about mom as she hadn't really ventured outside of her room, only catching brief glimpses of her more than plump butt entering the bathroom or her room.

"Do you think she's okay?" I asked Emilia in the morning on Friday as we laid cuddled up in my bed, her breasts, that are larger than my head, softly pressed up against me as I felt a wetness forming on my arm.

"Honestly? I don't think so. She hasn't talked to us... Maybe it's my fault," Emilia softly said, caressing my chest as she let out a soft groan, causing her to shift in a bothered fashion.

"No. It's not your fault. I don't think it's jealousy. But are you okay? Is it the lactation?" I asked, Emilia nodding squeamishly in response. "Do you want me to take care of it?"

"Y-yes... Please drink from m-me J-John..." Emilia whimpered. Moving around to a more comfortable position in bed, I took one of her breasts in both my hands, feeling the considerable heft of it, and latching on to her puffy, leaking nipple. With a shallow breath and a raspy moan, I could tell how Emilia became more at ease as I began nursing from her. "They are... R-really *moan* full a-and... That feels *moan* s-ssssoooo nice John..." Emilia moaned, taking my head gently in her hand as I continued to drink from her freckled breast. Continuing to empty both her breasts, feeling her warm, full milk filling me up, her milk being my breakfast today. "I really hope it isn't my fault..."

In the afternoon I overheard Emilia on the phone, a quick and sharp tone in her voice ended the call, and I noticed how she was fuming. Red in the face and a wrinkled nose, Emilia sat herself down with enough force to cause the couch to scream under her weight.

"I'm sorry! Didn't mean to be so crude John," Emilia said, checking the couch under her before letting out an audible groan.

"You sounded upset," I said, sitting myself down next to her, rubbing her shoulders gently.

"Ooohhh... That's nice. Got a call from Mason. He's leaving for another trip of his. Said some, not so nice things, but at least I can be at home. Not that I don't like it here. I love being together with you but I have few things to take care of. The garden for example, I need to prepare them for winter," Emilia said, softly moaning as I dug my fingers into her shoulders.

After we had eaten lunch, a simple, thrown together chicken salad, I helped Emilia gather the few things she had brought with her. "Could I take one of your shirts? Just a little something. I'll trade you my bra for it," Emilia coyly said, her large pink bra dangling from her finger by one strap, gently swaying it in front of me.

"I mean, I would've given it to you if you'd asked for it. I don't really know what to do with your bra, and I think you'd have a better use for it," I said, but Emilia just gently scoffed and smiled, cocking her eyebrow as she threw her bra at me.

"Just take it hun. And I wouldn't have any use for it, I've outgrown it. Just thought it would be a cute little thing." Catching her bra, I glanced down at it, seeing dried wet spots inside it.

"What shirt would you like?" I asked, tossing the bra on my bed. Walking in close, Emilia tossed her long ginger hair over her shoulder and placed her hands on my chest.

"The one you're wearing of course." Laughing softly, I pulled off my shirt, courtly handing it over to her with a bow which caused her to laugh and shake her head as she looked away. "Alright, let's finish up. But keep the shirt off. Please..." Everything fit in a simple bag, her old clothes, a few beauty and self care products she'd brought from home and a newly bought cardigan. Standing in the hall, mom had joined us for the farewell, messily dressed in her pajamas.

"Thank you so much Alexandra for letting me stay here for all these days. It was very kind of you. I will try to pay you back for all the food I've eaten and-"

"No need Emilia. It's the least I can do. I'm just glad that... That you don't have to be around that man of yours. If you ever need anything else, just call alright?" mom said, keeping her arms wrapped around herself tightly while leaning to the side, seemingly trying to distance herself from me.

"Oh thank you! A-and yeah... I don't want to be around Mason as well, so thanks for having me." Stepping forward, Emilia embraced my mom in a tight hug, which mom didn't reciprocate but she patted Emilia's side briefly.

"And you John... Thank you for having taken care of me while I was here. I... I really needed it and I'm so grateful," Emilia said, walking up very close to me, leaning in and kissing me deeply. "I can't wait to see you again." Smiling at me with a loving expression, her eyes sparkling as she looked down at me.

"Of course, I loved having you here. Can't wait to see you again as well," I smiled back, giving her a quick last kiss as she blushed faintly before standing back straight up to her full 6.5 ft tall height, taking out the new cardigan and putting it on.

"I'll see ya later," Emilia smiled, opening the front door which let in the cold fall air into the house hitting my bare chest causing a shiver to run through me. Closing the door behind her, I glanced over at mom who had her eyes glued to my back, looking away when she realized I had noticed her gaze.

"How are you doing?" I asked, stepping closer, but I noticed how she shifted backwards, which caused me to stop.

"I'm uhh... Well, enough... I'm going to go back up to my... R-room, yeah. You've done a w-wonderful job taking care of her, John. Well, I b-better get going..." mom stammered, glancing down on my chest, and a bit lower throughout her rambling, but now turning around as she quickly ran up the stairs. You could easily see the jiggling of her body with each step she took as she ascended. I really needed to know what was going on with her, but I didn't want to push too much so right now I decided to just go up to my room and play some games.

A couple of hours later, I heard a few knocks on my door, mom standing a bit out of view outside my room, only seeing her breasts and belly from where I was sitting. "I'm heading out a little bit. Just need some... Fresh air," she said in a soft voice, glancing at me quickly as she walked past my door and down the stairs. A few seconds later I heard the front door open and close. Pausing my game, I got up from my chair. While she is out, maybe I should take a look around her room, to try to find anything that would tell me what's causing her to act the way she's acting.

Opening her door gently, I was instantly hit by an overwhelming scent of her. Of her pussy, her lust and her desire. It laid like a thick fog in the room, causing my cock to swell in my pants as I breathed her intoxicatingly alluring scent in. Her room was a mess. Clothes thrown everywhere, plates and bowls stacked and spread out, scrunched up paper thrown everywhere and her sex toys just laying out in the open on her bed. Almost stunned, I just stood there and looked over the unceremoniously cluttered room in front of me. Mom had always been strict when it comes to organization, not always cleanliness but she liked to have everything in neatly organized piles or the similar, but now she just didn't care about it.

Walking up to her bed, it was soaked in her pussy juices, she must have been masturbating right before she left. Right next to the bed, on the nightstand laid two sketchbooks, and already I could see that both of them had their pages stained. Picking up one of them, I opened it and couldn't believe what I saw.

It was a naked sketch of herself while heavily pregnant. Her breasts were even bigger than they are now overflowing with milk. Continuing to flip through it was more drawings of her with a huge round belly, getting fucked, either riding, sucking, or being bred by... Me. Practically all of them were drawing of the two of us, with her getting more, and more pregnant, her stomach swelling every few pictures until she was more belly than woman. The drawings were very well made, as I know my mom has been drawing for years and was always very good at it, and I couldn't stop looking. Grabbing the second sketchbook, I flipped through it and it was mostly the same, but this one also contained solo drawings of me, especially in the beginning, with my cock being drawn in extreme detail in several of the sketches. A few pages in there were a few of me and Emilia, her long hair and tall stature gave it away and she was heavily pregnant as well.

Looking at the various drawings, my cock grew insanely hard, in thanks partially to the arousing scent that lingered around me. Stretching against my jeans, my big cock uncomfortably throbbed as I continued to look through the drawings. Walking over to her desk, I picked up another sketchbook. Many of the pages were torn out but as I flipped to a random page, I saw a drawing of me and Victoria. But it wasn't overtly sexual, except maybe a large bulge in my pants where I could see the faint lines of my cock drawn. It was very cute, the two of us cuddled up with me holding Victoria in a gentle embrace. I couldn't help but smile, and as I turned a few more pages it returned to my naked body with mom's following. Spending a little more time flipping through another two, horny, sketchbooks, I suddenly heard an audible gasp behind me.

"J-JOHN! W-W-WHAT ARE Y-YOU-" mom exclaimed in the doorway as I dropped the sketchbook, and it landed right way up showing a drawing of me groping mom's full breasts. My eyes were wide as I stared at her, seeing her now beet red face and almost shaking body.

"I-I-I... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-" I stammered, but stopped as mom started to walk towards me, her footsteps slow and unsure, but gaining more confidence the closer she came. Not paying any mind to the mess she had created, she just walked through it until she stood in front of me, looking down at me as I sat frozen on her bed. "M-m-mom?" At first she didn't answer, correcting a few strands of her thick hair that clouded her eyes, intently biting her lip as she looked down at me.

"I need your cock..." mom slowly said in a low voice, quickly licking her lips while one of her hands groped her right breast. "I r-really do sweetie. It's all I've been able to *moan* think about." I was about to say something, but she put a finger on my lips and hushed me, before grabbing my wrists with surprising strength as she climbed into bed. Sitting herself on my lap, her legs on both sides off me on her knees, I felt her heavy and large belly press more and more against me as she began to push me down. Laying herself on top of me, my arms pinned over my head, her weight made it so I couldn't move, but I didn't want to. Feeling her weight on top of me was comforting and exciting, her smell was even better than the one that had lingered in here and as she leaned further down, her lips met mine as she voraciously started kissing me. It was like she was possessed, as she sloppy made out with me, shoving her agile tongue into my mouth while moaning and grinding on my body.

"Y-y-you are... So sexy," I moaned in the brief moments between our lips meeting. Smiling down at me with a bewildered, lustful smile, mom sat herself straight up on me, grabbing her heavy wine red shirt and pulling it off. Her huge, round belly hangs low, and both her large, veiny breasts were contained in a simple white bra, with noticeable large stains visible through the padded bra.

"You are very sexy too... Now... Get your clothes off," mom said, dragging her nails over my chest briefly before getting off my, unbuttoning her pants and beginning to pull them down, her meaty thighs expanding outwards as the pants dropped lower. Frantically I followed, throwing off my shirt, mom staring with an obsessive gaze on my chest, with my jeans going quickly as well. "But I want to take off your underwear," she said, biting her lip as she kicked off her pants stripping nude as she at last removed her panties, exposing her half-hidden, hairy pussy. "Now... Be a good boy and lie back as I will take out your huge *moan* throbbing cock from its pesky confinement." Dropping down to her knees on the soft carpeted floor in front of the bed, hooking her fingers under the waistband of my underwear and quickly pulling them down, my cock almost fully erect, rising slowly. "I've missed seeing it up close," she whispers, placing her soft lips along the shaft as she starts licking and sucking softly on it.

"Ooohhh... That feels r-really good," I moaned, leaning my head back as mom stroked it slowly, almost teasingly while licking and sucking on it, making it grow fully hard. Wrapping both hands around it, one simply couldn't reach around it, she obsessed over it, licking along the full length and dancing her tongue so it tickled my tip.

"You smell... So good! Really *moan* musky, and sexy, and manly! My pussy is *moan* so wet from just seeing and tasting it! Oh I tried to tease you but..." she said, but released her grip, quickly climbing up on top of me in the bed and squatting over it. "...but I can't wait anymore! I just fucking need your huge cock inside me John! Just be a good boy and let me *moan* put it in my sopping wet pussy." I felt a large drop of her pussy's wetness hit my pelvis, like her pussy was drooling over my cock. "H-here... I'll now- MMMFFFHH!" Mom let out a loud moan as her warm pussy engulfed my head, but she seemed pretty adept at handling my size. Her eyes briefly rolled back as she lowered herself down, moaning and panting exasperatedly as it went deeper and deeper in her warm, tight tunnel.

"Fuck you are tight! You feel so good!" I moaned, mom smiling brightly, leaning in closer as she locked lips with me, starting to move her wide hips up and down slowly.

"Suck on my breasts sweetie. They are really full and I haven't relieved them for *moan* a while. Come, take my *moan* nipple in your mouth while I continue to milk you *moan* dry," mom moaned, keeping up her slow riding as I sat myself up, took her veiny and full breast in my hands and started to suck. Instantly, as the first stream of milk hit my tongue, mom moaned loudly as I felt her pussy clamp down hard around my thick shaft as she came with animated shudders. "Oh fuck! Yes baby! Just like that! Drink more from your mommy! Good boy! Good boy!" she blissfully yelled as an orgasm rocked her body, but continued to fuck me faster and faster, riding that orgasm to its fullest, resulting in her collapsing on top of me.

"Are you *moan* okay?" I asked, her nipple out of my mouth and now pressing against my chest, feeling how the stream of creamy milk continued to gush out from the one I sucked on.

"I'm *moan* sooooo good sweetie. That was just one of the best *moan* and most wonderful orgasms I've had! I just need to *huff* catch my breath." Tiredly she rested on me, a soft humming was constantly broken with her deep breaths, while playing gently with my hair. With her weight pressed on me, it was a bit difficult to move, but I just couldn't help but to start to buck my hips as I was very riled up. A combination of her milk, her scent and the amazing feeling of fat and jiggly body on top of me spurred me on to continue. "Oh John! Aren't you *moan* e-eager! Oh fuck! Yes! Just like that! Keep bucking your-" her breath became exasperated as she took several short ones in succession as another orgasm rocked her body.

"S-s-sorry but I must... I must-" I grunted, a switch in my brain just having been flipped as I wrapped my arms tightly around her back, and mustering strength I flipped us over, mom now laying on her back as I grabbed her plump ass and hips and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed as I energetically started pounding her.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes that *moan* f-feels-" Mom moaned loudly, a mixture of pleasurable yells and sporadic moans filled the space. Leaning down, I grabbed the other breast and started sucking on it, craving more of her milk. Thrusting hard and deep, the wet noises of her pussy were like splashes of rocks thrown into lakes, and her moans non-stop, grabbing and fondling her other breast, mom was in a state of utter bliss. Swollen and large, her clit got beat and grazed with each thrust, she came over and over again, grabbing the sheets with both hands as her body rocked and jiggled violently. Managing to keep up the intensity, eventually I felt the need to spasm of my cock which was the prelude to me shooting huge spurts into her voracious pussy.

"I'm cumming! I'm *moan* s-sorry!" I moaned as I embraced her tighter as my large balls swelled with potent cum, feeling it being pumped with incredible force through my shaft and exploding inside of mom's voracious pussy.

"Don't *moan* be J-John! That f-feels *shudders* amazing! Oohh! I've been craving this for *moan* s-sooo long s-sweetie!" she shudders, a sharp pain in my back as her nails dug deep into my skin as she pulled her slick, fat body against mine with unprecedented strength. Laying down on her soft fat belly, continuing to shoot out rope, after rope into her for a solid half minute, my balls seemingly having an endless supply of cum. As I laid on top of her, breathing heavily in the moment of rest, I felt her tongue on my neck. Then her soft, wet lips. Sucking, licking and leaving a trail of saliva on my neck, mom hungrily tasted me. "You t-taste *moan* so good baby... Your sweat is just *moan* so sweet and salty. I can't get enough of it."

Her eyes eventually met mine, calling out to me with more lust in them than ever before. Her pupils were huge as she stared at me, a dancing glimmer waving at me. "Did you like my *moan* milk sweetie? Because I like your milk soooo much..." Feeling her pussy clench briefly around my still rock hard shaft, pulling out the last bit of cum out of my tip, she moans softly. I moan as well, the muscles in my face relax, which causes mom to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I ask, and she simply shakes her hair, which is a wild and tangled mess now.

"You just look so satisfied, for a moment. But I can still feel how incredibly hard you're inside me. So let me satisfy you..." She pulls herself closer to me, her mouth directly over my ear, and I can feel her wet breath hitting my skin "...completely." Watching me with her oh so alluring expression, her large green eyes inviting me to do whatever I wanted with her. "You can have me in whatever way you like. As long as I get your cum."

"I'm gonna *moan* try something..." I said, mom nodding eagerly, and gasped suddenly with excitement as I hooked my muscular arms under the fold of her knees, pushing her plush, fat thighs down so her knees came closer to her head, both her feet eagerly waving in the air as I commandingly leaned onto her. "Is this okay?"

"Oooohhh this is *moan* really h-hot..." she responded, getting a bit flustered.

"I'm gonna start thrusting now. I feel like I can go *moan* pretty deep." Starting to move my hips again, each movement caused a familiar wet and splashy noise as her cumfilled pussy was getting pounded. "You hear that? It's so wrong but, it feels so fucking *moan* good..." I moaned, and mom nodded in response.

"Fuck it feels *moan* so good! So fucking good John!" Increasing the speed and fucking her deeply, I felt how I reached deeper, and deeper into her, my cock almost craving to reach as far in as possible. Mom came of course, again and again, crying tears of bliss. More milk shot out of her huge breasts, as I groped their heavy mass, teasing and pulling on her nipples, the thick creamy liquid gushing out. "Don't *moan* ahh! Don't waste it *moan* John! Drink more! I p-produce *moan* so much!" Grabbing both of her breasts, I brought the nipples together and put them in my mouth, sucking hard on them as I felt her warm milk gush down my throat. "Ohh *moan* mmnnnghhh! I love how rough you are J-John! It makes me *moan* s-so wet a-and I'm g-g-gonna c-c-cuuuummm!" Feeling an intensive squeeze around my cock, a spurt of squirt shot out and hit my torso.