Mind-Controlled Son's Mommy Demonstration
My weekend as my mama's good boy was incredible. I spent all of Saturday night with her fucking. My mother is insatiable. She was like a cougar just pouncing on her prey. I couldn't believe that I had such stamina even if I was eighteen. I enjoyed all her holes while Dad had not a problem sleeping in the guest bedroom.
We slept in real late on Sunday. Not surprising. It was a lazy day. We skipped church, though Dad went, and just spent the day mostly in bed. God, it was so much sex. Mom couldn't get enough of me. Thanks to that belt buckle, I just wanted to make her happy.
And cumming made us both happy. Incest was amazing.
Sadly, she made me sleep in my own bed last night. "It's a school night, Jason. You need to get some rest."
I wished she was spending the night with me. I loved being a mama's boy.
Mom drove me to school that morning. "I want to see your president about handing out M.I.L.F.S. literature," was what she said. Yesterday, we took a break from fucking for her to go to the local M.I.L.F.S. office to pick up materials. I knew it was her reason for driving me, but I think she would have driven me to college no matter what.
Mom parked in the school parking lot. I climbed out, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. I was in a good mood. Mom had a box of the M.I.L.F.S. educational material in hand, her curly, brown hair bouncing around her shoulders. She wore a sleeveless, light-blue dress today, her skirt flashing. She also had nylons. I knew very well those were thigh-highs held up by garters. I had eaten more than my Wheaties this morning.
Mom wasn't wearing any panties. The tangy flavor lingered on my lips.
On the way in, Mom took my hand. I smiled, feeling like a small boy with his mother. It would have been embarrassing before the belt buckle, but now I smiled, so happy to have this loving warmth flowing through me.
The college's administration office was right off the entrance. We entered and the secretary was more than happy to let the president of the college know that we were here. In moments, we were heading back to President Shaver's office down a short hallway. My mom knocked.
"Come in," a friendly voice said.
Mom opened the door, and I followed her in. President Shaver had a small office, her desk before a blank wall, a pair of diplomas behind her along with a few awards for being an excellent teacher and administrator. She had a few bookshelves, a desk with a monitor on one corner, and a keyboard before her.
President Shaver rose, her blonde hair gathered in a bun. She was a mature woman. Based on the pictures on her desk of her and a boy, a mother. My dick twitched at just how hot the president was. A busty MILF that filled out her white blouse. She wore a russet pencil skirt, a matching blazer hanging on the back of her door.
"Mrs. Reynolds, right?" President Shaver asked, motioning us to sit down at the chair.
"Please, call me Rita," Mom said, a bright smile on her lips.
"Then call me Helen," the president said.
"Nice to meet you, Helen." Mom glanced at me. "This is my son. Jason. I'm sure you know him."
"No, no," said President Shaver. "But that's a good thing. It's usually the ones I know that are problems. He must be a good kid."
"Oh, he's wonderful," Mom said, setting the box down. "He finally let me make love to him. It's been life-changing."
"Oh, you're so lucky, Rita." President Shaver shook her head. "I can tell that you and your son have that special bond." A look of regret crossed the blonde woman's face. "I wanted that, but mine's so rebellious. He just refused to do it. It's a common complaint. Your son might be the only one who fucks his mother in the whole student body. It's such a shame. I remember my grandmother and father always talked about how they were so close when he was your son's age."
I blinked at that. This belt buckle had rewritten the entire world.
"Have you heard of M.I.L.F.S.?" Mom asked, grabbing a pamphlet out. "They're the Mothers for Incest Love and Fucking Sons. A non-profit charity that is trying to change that."
President Shaver took the pamphlet, glancing through it. On the front cover was a mother and son in an embrace, his hands on her naked breasts, hers on his ass. They might even be having sex, their lips locked together. A shiver ran through the president.
"I just want to hand these out during lunch in the cafeteria," purred my mother. "Help these other young men see that they need to be making love to their mothers. I know their mothers are just aching for it. You remember the joy when you found out you were having a son. That possibility that one day he might be sliding into your pussy once more, his big dick pumping away at you."
"Yes," President Shaver moaned. She glanced at me and bit her lower lip. "Do you mind...?" A blush spilled over the MILF's cheeks, contrasting with her blonde hair. "Do you mind if I see what it's like... You know, to make love with a son."
"Of course," purred my mother. "Just step around the desk. Let me get those clothes off. Get you nice and ready for my son's dick."
I glanced at Mom, and she winked at me. She had some sort of naughty idea that made my dick so hard. What was she up to? The way her smile played on her lips, it was like my mother wanted to give some sort of delight. To make
me
happy, when I just wanted to make her happy.
A threesome with my president wasn't how I thought today would go, but the idea of it was so exciting. My heart pounded in my chest. This wild beat pumped such excitement through me. I shuddered as Mom cupped the president's face.
"Mmm, just go with the flow," purred Mom, "and my son will fuck you so hard."
"I will, Rita," President Shaver moaned.
My mother leaned in and kissed the president. I groaned as the two MILFs' lips melted together. A heat shot through me. My dick throbbed in my pants. I shuddered, my fingers tracing the cursive writing on my belt buckle. I don't know how I got so lucky to get this, why the universe conspired to rewrite itself to this perverted version.
I didn't care.
The two MILFs kissed. Mom and President Shaver both moaned as their tongues danced together. My cock throbbed and ached. Mom's hands were bushy. She unbuttoned the president's blouse. I shuddered as Mom worked each button through the eyelet, moving down and down as their lips danced together. I groaned in excitement, my dick so hard.
Mom opened the president's blouse. A black bra held her large breasts. My mom broke the kiss, a silky strand of saliva connecting the MILFs' lips for a moment before it snapped. Mom smiled and pulled off the president's blouse.
