Chapter 2
Mother's Secret Craving
The front door had barely clicked shut behind my sisters when I heard soft, hurried footsteps coming up the stairs again. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that rhythm. It was Mom.
I stood in my room, the morning sunlight pouring through the window and dancing across my smooth, hairless skin. On the bed I had laid out my brand-new school uniform — crisp white shirt, black tie, and tailored pants that would do nothing to hide the massive bulge between my legs. I was still only wearing a pair of loose shorts, my 12-inch cock half-hard and already twitching at the thought of what the day might bring.
The door opened without a knock.
There she was — my mother, still flushed from earlier, her enormous breasts heaving inside the thin white apron she hadn't bothered to change out of. The fabric was stretched so tight across her chest that the dark outlines of her fat, puffy nipples were clearly visible. Below the apron, her only clothing was a tiny black lace panty that disappeared between her thick, juicy ass cheeks. Her hips were wide and fertile, the kind made for carrying babies, and her belly had that soft, womanly curve that screamed "MILF." Her long pink hair — the same shade as my sister's — cascaded down her back, slightly messy from whatever she'd been doing downstairs.
"Leon, my sweet boy…" she purred, stepping inside and closing the door behind her with a soft click. Her eyes immediately dropped to my bare chest and the obvious tent in my shorts before she forced them back up. "Are you getting prepared for your first day at school?"
I turned to face her fully, letting my gaze shamelessly rake over her massive tits. They were even bigger than my sister's — easily G-cups or more, heavy and pendulous, the kind that swayed hypnotically with every step. The apron straps dug into the soft flesh, making them bulge out on the sides like two perfect pillows begging to be squeezed.
"Yeah, Mom," I said, my voice coming out sweet and boyish again. "Wait here. I'm going to take a quick shower first."
I didn't wait for an answer. I walked straight into the attached bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar on purpose. The moment I stepped under the warm spray, I let the water cascade over my smooth skin. But I didn't stay at the showerhead long. I crept back to the door, pressed my eye to the keyhole, and peeked.
What I saw made my cock spring to full hardness instantly.
Mom had already sat down on my bed, right next to my school uniform. She had picked up the shirt I'd worn yesterday and was burying her face in it, inhaling deeply with her eyes half-closed in bliss. One hand clutched the fabric to her nose while the other had slipped inside her tiny panty. Her fingers were moving frantically between her thick thighs, rubbing her swollen pussy lips in wet, obscene circles. Soft, needy moans spilled from her lips.
"Mmm… Leon… my sweet boy… ahh… you smell so good…"
Her huge breasts jiggled wildly inside the apron as she fingered herself faster, the fat nipples now rock-hard and poking against the fabric like they were trying to rip through. Her fat ass was spread on my bedsheets, cheeks quivering. Clear juices were already soaking through the crotch of her panty and dripping onto the bed.
I smiled wickedly behind the door. *Perfect.*
I stepped back under the water, letting it run over my body for a few more seconds, then called out in my sweetest, most innocent voice:
"Mother? Can you please help me wash my back? My hands can't reach there…"
There was a heartbeat of silence. Then her voice came back, husky and eager.
"Do you want me to do it? Wait… I'm coming, baby."
I heard the rustle of fabric being torn off in a hurry. A second later the bathroom door opened and Mom stepped inside completely naked.
Holy fuck.
Her body was a masterpiece of pure MILF perfection. Massive, heavy breasts hung freely now, each one bigger than my head, capped with wide, puffy pink areolas and thick nipples that were already leaking a tiny bit of clear fluid from how turned on she was. Her waist dipped in before flaring out into those wide, child-bearing hips and a ridiculously fat, heart-shaped ass that jiggled with every step. Between her thighs, her pussy was completely shaved and glistening, puffy outer lips slightly parted to show the wet pink inside.
She walked behind me, her huge tits brushing against my smooth back as she reached for the soap. "Here, let Mommy take care of you…"
At first she used her hands, lathering my shoulders and sliding her palms down my spine. But after only a few seconds she pressed her body closer. I felt the incredible softness of her massive breasts squishing against my back as she started using them instead — rubbing those heavy, soapy tits up and down my skin in slow, deliberate strokes. The fat nipples dragged across my smooth flesh, leaving trails of suds and heat.
"Ahh… that's it, Mom… you're the best," I moaned softly, letting my voice tremble like I was overwhelmed by the sensation.
She whimpered behind me, clearly losing control. Her breathing was ragged. I could feel her thighs rubbing together, her pussy dripping down her legs and mixing with the shower water.
Then I suddenly stood up straight, turning around. My rock-hard 12-inch cock sprang free and slapped heavily right across her beautiful face, the thick shaft resting across her cheek and forehead, the swollen purple head brushing her full lips.
Mom's eyes went wide, pupils blown with pure lust.
"Mom… help me wash my cock, please. And my balls too."
She stared at the massive veiny length for a long second, then slowly nodded, eyes glassy. "O-okay, baby… Mommy will clean you properly…"
She grabbed more soap, lathered her hands, and wrapped both of them around my throbbing cock. The feeling was electric. Her soft, warm palms stroked up and down the entire length, squeezing gently, cleaning every inch while her huge tits swayed and jiggled below. She even cupped my heavy balls, massaging them tenderly.
But it wasn't enough for her. Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and took the fat head into her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled around the tip, licking and sucking like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. One of her hands stayed on my shaft while the other dropped between her own legs, fingering her dripping pussy furiously.
"Ahh! Mother… what are you doing?" I gasped, acting shocked and innocent even as pleasure shot through me. "Ahh… why does this feel so good? Mother… I can't control it… what's happening to me?"
She pulled off just long enough to look up at me with pure maternal lust. "Do you want to feel even more, my child? Your Mommy can help you feel really, really good…"
"Yes, Mother… lick it… please… help me more…"
That was all the permission she needed. She opened wide and took my entire 12-inch cock down her throat in one smooth motion. The bulge appeared in her neck as she deepthroated me completely, gagging wetly.
"Gawk… gawk… gawk… gluck… gluck…"
Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her massive swaying tits. Her eyes watered but she never stopped, bobbing her head frantically while her throat squeezed around my shaft like a velvet vice. Her free hand kept pumping her own pussy, three fingers plunging in and out with obscene squelching sounds.
I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed her head with both hands, tangled my fingers in her wet pink hair, and thrust deep.
"I'm coming…!"
I yanked my cock out at the last second and exploded. Thick, rope after rope of hot cum blasted across her beautiful face — painting her cheeks, her forehead, her lips, even landing in thick strands across her heaving tits. She sat there on the shower floor, eyes glazed, tongue slightly out as my seed covered her like a claiming mark.
I staggered back against the shower wall, panting theatrically.
"Ahh… Mother… what just happened? What came out of my cock…? Why does it feel so damn good…? It felt like I was in heaven…"
Mom wiped a streak of cum from her cheek with a finger and licked it slowly, savoring the taste. She looked up at me with soft, loving eyes even while her face was still painted white.
"My sweet boy… that was called sucking. And this has to stay our little secret, okay? Never tell your sisters about this. Promise Mommy?"
I stared at her for a second, thinking, *Is this bitch dumb or does she really think I'm that naïve? She's in complete heat right now.* But I just nodded cutely. "I promise, Mom."
I stepped out, dried off quickly, and got dressed in my new uniform while she stayed in the shower trying to clean my cum off her face and chest. I grabbed my bag, hopped on my bike, and pedaled toward school with a massive grin.
This world really was paradise.
Because of the insane 1:99 gender ratio, the government treated boys like national treasures. All-boys schools didn't even exist anymore — we went to elite all-girls academies where we were given free education, monthly allowances, and basically unlimited freedom. The official policy was simple: boys could have as many girls as they wanted. And if any of them managed to give birth to a boy? The mother received millions in rewards and lifelong support. It was openly encouraged.
I parked my bike at the school gate and started walking down the long corridor toward my classroom. Every single girl I passed stopped dead in her tracks. Hundreds of pairs of eyes locked onto me with raw, starving lust. Some bit their lips. Others squeezed their thighs together. A few older students — clearly seniors with even bigger breasts and curvier bodies — openly stared at the bulge in my pants like they wanted to drop to their knees right there in the hallway.
*This is fucking good…*
I reached my classroom door, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.
There, standing at the front of the class behind the teacher's desk, was another stunning MILF.
She was tall, with long wavy silver hair, glasses perched on her nose, and a body that made my spent cock twitch back to life instantly. Her white blouse was stretched obscenely tight over a pair of breasts even larger than Mom's — easily H-cups — the buttons straining like they were about to pop. A tight black pencil skirt hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, the hem riding high enough to show the lacy tops of her stockings.
She turned toward the door, saw me, and her professional smile faltered for a split second as pure hunger flashed in her eyes.