Loving the Mind-Controlled Pregnant MILFs
Our mothers were over to have their bellies massaged. Both of them were nine months pregnant. They could give birth to my sons any day now.
"Isn't it hot seeing them lying side by side like that?" Donna, my redheaded girlfriend, asked. She grabbed my arm, her round breasts rubbing against me. Her nipple felt nice against me.
A nineteen-year-old tit.
"Yes, they do," I said, my dick hard and thrusting out before me as I gazed at the sight of the two mothers lying on their backs, their round bellies curving up with such grace, their large and milk-heavy breasts falling into two pairs of quivering mounds topped by their fat nipples. My mother's dark-reds and Donna's mother's a dusky pink. "Just gorgeous."
"Isn't he such a sweet boy," my mother purred to Mrs. Lemon.
"Oh, he is," Mrs. Lemon cooed. "Rita, you're so lucky to have such a good boy for a son."
My mother beamed. She glanced at me, her green eyes full of love. I smiled back at her, returning that love. It was so wonderful being my mama's good boy. These last nine months had been amazing. A world of discovery and pleasure. A world utterly changed by that belt.
I didn't get why anyone would make that belt. Was it some random chance? Like the universe had a hiccup, a glitch in the matrix, and had rewritten itself when I put on that belt? I don't know. I couldn't know, could I?
I had been reading up on other dimensions. Parallel ones. The multiverse. There were a lot of physicists and philosophers that had ideas about them, but none of them talked about such a radical change in them. Worse, they were all speculative. Impossible to ever prove.
Like god. Other universes were beyond ours. And I was the only one that remembered the original timeline. Even that was fading. It was like a dream that there was a world where mothers and sons didn't make love. That I hadn't been Mama's good boy.
"Yes, I am just so lucky," Mom gushed.
"That horrible trend of sons thinking they were too cool to fuck their mothers became so popular." Mrs. Lemon shook her head. "I remember how it was when we were in college."
"Guys bragging about how they didn't fuck their mothers, only girls their age." My mom sighed. "I encouraged it. I didn't think it through."
"Me, either," Mrs. Lemon sighed. "But you've turned things around with M.I.L.F.S. You are doing such good work with them."
"It was fun when she won the award," I said.
"I bet," Donna said.
"That was an amazing night," Mom sighed, smiling at me.
I grinned back at her.
"Well, shall we get started?" Donna asked me. She grabbed the bottle of special lotion. "We don't want our mothers having stretch marks, do we? We want them to stay sexy and hot."
I grinned back at her. "Of course. They have to be perfect. There our mothers."
"Such a good boy," my mother purred, her curly brown hair spilling over the pillow.
"Donna, you marry this boy and don't let him go," said Mrs. Lemon, her brassy-brown hair such a vibrant shade.
"You just want to keep fucking my boyfriend," said Donna with a playful tone to her voice as she broke from me and crawled to the bed. I hadn't bred Donna, yet. We did it enough. It was worrying.
I had bred plenty of MILFs. My college's president, two of my friend's mothers, my own mother, and Mrs. Lemon here. So clearly it wasn't a matter of my sperm not working. Maybe I could only breed MILFs? Something had changed in this world.
Donna crawled onto the bed, her round tits jiggling. She had an athletic form from cheerleading. Toned thighs and not an excessive amount of fat on her body that wasn't found in her tits or plump rump. She had a gorgeous face, her mother's but youthful.
My girlfriend popped the cap on her lotion bottle and tilted it over. She drizzled the white liquid in a spiral across her mother's body. It had that lotion scent mixed with aloe vera and a few other subtler scents. It all merged in my nose to be a sweet-smelling delight. She handed me the bottle as I settled between my mother's thighs.
"Mmm, going to make you hot again," said Donna. "Though it turns Dad on that you have that big belly. Being bred by my boyfriend turns him on, doesn't it, the way he was fucking you last night."
Mrs. Lemon giggled as I drizzled the lotion on my mother's round belly in lines, sweeping across her belly. "He did. Your father does find it hot that I've been bred by our future son-in-law." Mrs. Lemon glanced at my mother. "And you're still not letting your husband touch you."
"I'm all my son's," purred Mom. She smiled at me. "And any women he brings home with him. It just feels right. My husband is fine with it. He jerks off, I suppose. Watches mother/son porn or something."
I had a feeling that was the belt. It had changed everyone in the world, but my mother the most. To make me into her Good Boy, it had to make her into a MILF who only wanted one cock: her son's. I knew when our son was old enough, she would have a second lover.
But that was only right. Sons and mothers should have sex.
"Don't you worry, Jason," Donna said as she rubbed the lotion into her mother's stomach, "when our son's old enough, I won't kick you out of my bed and make you sleep on the couch. You'll both be fucking me."
I grinned at Donna. "We just have to get that baby in you."
Her expression fell. Guilt shot through me, twisting my stomach.
"And we're going to do it," I added. "I'm going to make you into a MILF, Donna. I'm not going to stop until I knock you up."
"And if I can't..." She trailed off, her green eyes falling.
"Won't change that I love you," I said. "But I will breed you. I will fill your womb with a baby. Just knock your cute ass up."
"Yes, he will," Mom purred. "He's a good boy. I want him to knock you up. I want you to have my grandsons or granddaughters. You'll be a great mother, Donna. I sensed it. Why I encouraged you two to get together."
I smiled at Mom. There was no way I could date a girl who didn't have her approval. My mom had to sign off on any girl I dated. I was a good boy and didn't want it any other way. My mother's green eyes sparkled as I rubbed lotion into her belly.
I glanced at Donna. Her green eyes met mine. A touch of worry remained, but she smiled at me, her hands sliding over her mother's gleaming belly. I would breed her. I meant it. I loved Donna. More and more, I wanted to be with her forever. Her and my mother.
My hands swept over my mother's pregnant belly, coating every bit of her in the lotion. My fingers glided over her flesh. I worked the lotion into her skin, saturating her. She groaned as I did. I could feel our son kicking sometimes. He shifted around in her womb, so excited.
In eighteen years, he would be fucking my mother, too.
