Chapter 3 - The Momening

It’s the weekend, and Reika’s got her binoculars out. The neighbor’s roof is a great place to sit around, drink something sweet, and watch through her mother’s window. Is it hard to get up here while pregnant enough to get compliments? Absolutely, it was a lot of effort and she’d probably not do it again. That being said, her giddy excitement at what she’s accomplished today is just too great to not watch the madness from a prime seat. Her machinations will not be denied, Reika is a mastermind with the power of a high level antagonist. This is an unfortunate fact for all those around her, as they were never the protagonist to begin with.

She’s got a few buttons to her side. She had a friend help her whip up some electrical traps and gadgets, and her hand rests on the activation sequences for her plots possessively. Soon she’ll enact a dangerous game that’ll leave her mother punished, and her big brother rewarded with something he very much doesn’t want. Technically that’s a punishment, but he deserves it so what’s a girl to do? “Enjoy Onii-chan,” She whispers, “I set this up for you.”

“Howww?” He can’t help but ask. “I didn’t eat or drink anything from you!”

“I noticed.” His mother chides, “and that was kind of rude of you, I’ll have to be very aggressive today in punishment.” She kneels on the bed between his legs, her great buttsmacker already strapped up with half of it inside her dangerously tantalizing and mature body. He’s sure this’ll soon turn into a rather brutal repeat of last time, and he can’t help but roll his eyes at that realization. This time he’s laying on his back, a much more familiar position. “Reika helped this time, on the condition that you were this way, and I jerked you off while I was at it.”

“Oh, how nice of her.” He rolls his eyes. “You aren’t at all worried about that? That’s out of character, she definitely has something crazy planned. Why am I the only one that notices she’s not normal?”

“Not really, she’s loved you for a very long time, procuring a favorable situation for you through her own efforts is perfectly in character and reasonable of her. She wants the best, and it’s a little rude of you to assume that… That’s two rudes, now I’m really gonna have to punish you.” She doesn’t hesitate to scoot closer, smacking his ass with the protruding madness and pushing his bottom cheeks apart. “I’m going to have a lot of fun punishing you.”

“You’re a terrible mother.”

“Hey! You’re the one who knocked up your sister, let’s not talk about who’s worse here.” She chides with a little attitude, allowing a pleased snicker to leave her lips. “I applied the lube to it this time, I wanna see if it still slides in just as easily.”

“I didn’t-she raped me!” He can’t help but gasp, exasperated, trying to wiggle away.

“Well, you deserved it, not sure why you brought that up.” She casts his complaint away in a move that causes his heart to sink. He’s glad his sense of reality shattered not too long ago, he couldn’t have handled that as he was. That being said, this family has been very sure to enforce that shattering, treating him as the toy he is. He’s just grateful they’ve let him go to work, he’ll need that money to take care of the two babies on the way.

She doesn’t let him get away, she grabs his hips and pulls him back towards her. His poor abused asshole quickly finds itself very slick with what she has to share with him. She rubs the large fake meat between his cheeks. It’s nice and wet and overly covered in something powerful that’s a little too cold but also a little too slimy. “Oh, you’re a lot easier to deal with than last time.” His mom praises him, just as she pushes against him. She does it once, twice, and then jumps forward causing him to grunt in shock. The powerful fake rod slips into him so much easier than last time, so much deeper too, she’s working it in within seconds and pumping him. “You’ve been practicing, huh.” He doesn’t answer that, too ashamed to even look at her as she bucks and plays with him without a care. She’s decided a reckless enjoyment of her son’s asshole is within her rights today. “It feels so nice!”

Every smack of her hips brings her thighs right against his ass, every push rolling his eyes a new way and pushing air from his lungs. He can’t keep track of his own reality, and she’s not about to let him get a grip on it. She holds him tighter, and begins to fuck him without mercy. Every shove stirs her up inside, the other half of the dildo causing wet and squishy excitement to escape her. He quickly grasps it’s not about him, it’s about her, he’s an object with which to please herself. She knows exactly how to move her hips, because it hits her too, and he can’t handle it. “Right, right, I promised.” One hand lands on his cock, beginning to jerk off the now sturdy and straight standing piece and shocking him right back to front and center reality just in time for him to throb pleasantly. Her new effort is ridiculous and uncoordinated, for a short bit, before she realizes she can get a much better position by lifting his leg onto her shoulder one at a time. “That’s right, obey, hah, feel it!” 

It’s so deep inside him, he isn’t sure what to say, or how to respond, he just knows his mother is having her way with him again and he has to deal with that the only way he knows how. He pants, and stains their body with a white creamy sludge out of seemingly nowhere. He’s not sure where the forceful bliss starts, nor where it ends, so he’s not even aware he’s shooting hot scorching need out of his thick cock until it splatters him and brings him back for a second. He’s always cum a lot, but being trained lately has made him all the more potent. These anal fucks have him harder than he’s ever been, and that has his cock dribbling even when he’s not ready. Now, he graces his mother with what she asks for. “Ohh, yes, yesss!” She jumps in place, her excitement pushing her too far, and with a fully hilted strap-on impaled in his ass, she visibly spasms and squirts all over him.

“Fuaaa-”

“Oh wow…” He feels it leave his ass with a wet shlorp, before the weight of the woman who gave him life lands on top of him in his glorious mess. Her breaths tick his chest. Breasts he once suckled from rest softly against him and the cum between them. It squishes this way and that way with her every breath, keeping him nice and hard against his will. “Too bad you’re still tied up, huh, I bet you’d wanna hug me now.” She rubs her face into him, like a lover after a gracious period of ferocious coupling. He can’t help the flush that heats his cheeks, nor the way he looks away from her. His hands try to rub her head, but are stopped by chains. What is it with these people and immobilizing him? He hadn’t even tried to move till now, he just gave him shamelessly. 

“Maybe a little bit.” It’s an oddly caring moment in the mix of all this nonsense as of late. It’s enough to bring tears to his eyes, enough to make him remember he loves his family. That is before she uses her palms to lift off his chest, slipping his legs much more comfortably to her side, and sits up. She eagerly climbs up right on his legs, uses one hand to force him to look into her dark eyes, and starts to grind. It’s that moist, noticeably heat that brings his attention back down. She reaches behind her, and the strap-on is dropped to the side within a second, her raw pussy there to tease him, to grind against him, to push him. 

“Hehe, if you had your hands right now, you’d probably push right into me, huh.” She teases. “My perverted son.”

“Says the woman about to ride me.” He rolls his eyes, but the smile on his lips cannot be mistaken. It’s the little respects, the novelty of it all, that makes him happy. Maybe it’s just that there’s nothing currently making his asshole gape open while she abuses him.

“Mmnn, I’m not.” She denies, playing with his tip and her soaked pussy lips. “It’s just fun to mess with-woah what!” The bed shakes, the room shakes, something falls off her nightstand and hits the floor with a crack that surprises them both. Whatever that was or its current state is very hastily forgotten though, as the shaking is strong enough it causes the woman above him to lose her balance. He can’t help it, as he feels warm pussy begin to surround his dick, he bucks up, and they’re both caught by surprise by just how good it feels to have him slapping his balls against her ass and his cockhead pressed deep against the place he was made. “Okay, maybe I am.” She moans, rolling her hips, getting a feel for the moment. “Jeez, hah, yep, riding my son.” She doesn’t even try to resist her baser urges, even as he bites his lip. He can’t do anything about it and she knows it, so soon enough she’s got his balls slapping rapidly against her bouncy ass and his dick playing with insides that are still drenched with warmth from their recent session of ‘how much does he like his ass played with.’

“Don’t, hah, make that face.” She scolds him, every buck of her hips digging him someplace deep while her nails dig into his chest sharply. The chains rattle, and she enjoys herself, taking in the power Reika and Layla both got to enjoy. “It’s not my fault. If you got to enjoy fucking your little sister, I get to enjoy this, especially if you’re gonna get this hard for me.” 

“Guuh, mom I’m, this is too close to last time, I’m gonna cum.” He warns her, seed boiling deep in his spasming balls. He finds his focus has improved so much in recent times. No longer a virgin, he’s able to push it back for now with mournful regret. 

“Hah, yeah, I don’t believe you.” She laughs at him. “You can, haah, go a little further.” She smirks down at him, every wet slap reminding him of his struggle and exactly where he is. It’d be so bad to cum deep where he was made, even if a little sister would be adorable. “You’re so thick though, I get it. I totally understand why they wanted this.” She speeds up, her ass plapping down faster and faster with every second.

“Mom, seriously, warning - oh!” He begins to buck up into her, holding on with everything he has. Everything he’s learned. Every trial so far ensuring he doesn’t unload before she’s smart enough to get off. Even as she clenches around him, as her pink pussy squeezes him for dear life, and her nails scrape across his chest, he does his best for his mother’s safety. She toys with his hard earned muscles, plays with his futile attempts to not feel weak again. The fat lot of good they’ve done him. The fat load he’s about to release might do much better.

‘Fi-fine!” She cries out, her tempo slowing down just a little now that she’s gotten a hasty orgasm flowing through her whole body and his hard dick pounding the daylight out of her eyes. Her ass settles for a moment, before with a regretful pull she lifts up. She’s careful about it, wriggling off of him one side to side of her hips at a time to get him out of her one strong inch of passion at a time. “Here, you can cum now.” She says as her pussy is at his tip, about to slip off and free her from his influence. He lets go, the bubbling desire surging forth, his seed making a daring attempt to push into her, to soil where he came from even as it selfishly escapes.

“Oof!” She slams face first into his chest again, her pussy devouring him like a midnight snack.
“Shit!” He can’t help it anymore, as his mother lays atop him he’s unloading deep where he never should, and finding her pussy completely accepting of his contribution to her soon to be pregnancy. A look down shows a metal net of some weight that’s landed on her, pushing her down. Looking back up mid buck into his mother, with a heavy shot squirting out of him and pressing his seed deep where he’s rapidly realizing it belongs, he can see a secret compartment in the ceiling that dropped the net. “Reikaaaa!” He calls out.

“Nu-uh, call my name when you’re cumming inside of me.” His mother grips his cheeks with both hands, and takes his lips with a lightning course that intertwines their tongues and blends the line between right and wrong. Her hips come down, her womb squeezing as much of it in as she can get it, her hips working him happily, punishingly, excitedly.

They part only once he’s done unloading, only once every single seed he has for her has been released deep and steady. “I, could have helped you off if you hadn’t tied me up, mom.” He groans.

“Maybe it’s better this way.” She rests her lips on his neck, beginning to place gentle kisses. “How did she even do this? I bet that earthquake was her too.”

“You think!?”



Her hands marking off something sneaky and devious on a white sheet of paper with a big black marker, Reika can’t help but snicker to herself. Her feet dangle off the rooftop, her binoculars hang around her neck. “Now, we just gotta get Leyla’s mom pregnant. I wonder how I’ll do that.” It’s a flip of the page and a capping of her marker before she’s back to work. That and a snapping of a pen’s back. “I have a full week to figure it out. Maybe I should enlist Layla?” She taps the pen against her lips, eager to please her own desires with another devious machination and share the joy with her new sister wife. “She’s a sneaky girl, bad at it, but sneaky. She probably wants in on screwing her ungrateful mother full of his cum.” She taps the paper, circling her newest plan. “She’ll not want to see him harmed by her mother either, I bet that bitch has something evil planned. Maybe Layla’d like to be the hero here?”
