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BREEDING MOM

BREEDING MORGAN

MORNING BREEDING

BREEDING LOLA

My family had always prided themselves on our heritage. It was a known fact that the Reynolds clan was tied to the history of Newhaw Springs. From my great-grandfather, who founded the city hall, to my aunt who was a sitting board member of its council. There was no Newhaw without the Reynolds, and my family relished that fact at every opportunity they could.

“Thank you. Thank you.” Uncle Ian stood on stage waving to the crowd. I stood beside him, as I watched them applause, their loud claps spreading through the hall. A warm pit flooded my stomach as we stood there. “That was terrible.” I mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear.

He smiled, and patted me on the back. “Don’t worry.” He made a final wave, then led me off stage, pulling me behind the curtain, as the embarrassment swelled in my cheeks.

I was tasked with giving a speech at the annual fair. It was dedicated to the people of this town, a celebration of the people that made this place special.

It was a disaster...

I had spent five minutes stuttering, and mumbling on stage. I managed to fumble my way through it, picking up random words of what we’d practiced, barely able to keep myself from looking at the crowd as their awkward glares shattered my ego.

“You just need a little confidence boost, that’s all.” Uncle Ian continued, leading me off the stage, and through the backdoors.

“Right...”

The image of my mother sat firm in my mind. I imagined her curvy silhouette standing before me, her form proud and erotic, as she chastised me for not being the man she expected, for not being loud and outgoing, for not having the ‘Reynolds charm’ of those that came before.

She was beautiful, with dark flowing locs that ran along her shoulders. She was a dictator that oozed sexuality, her body like that of a pornstar, erotic and tempting, and powerful, as her tight waist swelled into her round ass, as her supple bust sat full and tempting, and rewarding, as though sculpted by a man who wanted nothing more than to fuck the woman he’d created.

She was stern and unforgiving.

She was demanding, and over-confident.

She was the woman I loved most...

I’d told myself it was what sons do. They appease their mothers. They try their best for them, no matter how cruel they could be. But as I became a man those feelings changed. They transformed into a deep lust that drew me to the woman who raised me, that made me want nothing more than to please her, and love her, and fuck her. No matter how twisted it may have seemed.

Those feelings became my motivation. They told me I could have her thick, round ass beneath my palms, that I could hold her, and grope her, and kiss her, that every fantasy in my mind could be fulfilled if I was just the son she wanted me to be.

But that was only a fantasy...

“Well, that was terrible!” Mom yelled, as her heels tapped against the hard floor. She shuffled back and forth in the room, her milky bust jiggling with each step, while my Aunt Luna and her two daughters sat on the leather sofa.

“Thanks Mom...” I sat down beside my aunt.

“It wasn’t that bad.” She whispered, before placing her hand along my thigh. “Just need some practice, that’s all.”

“Thanks.” I took a deep breath. “I appreciate it.”

“Don’t lie to him.” Mom snapped. “I knew you needed a better teacher.” She took a deep breath, then pushed her dark flowing locs from her shoulder. “I thought you said he was ready?”

Uncle Ian shrugged. “I did. But-” He thought through his words carefully. “You know how these things go, sometimes you get performance anxiety.”

She sat beside me with a hard thump, the weight of her chest nearly bursting from her dress. “My son doesn’t.”

“Mom, It’s fine. I’ll jus-”

Her eyes focused in on mine. The blue in her stare held me to a complete silence. “No, it is not fine.” The frustration carried across her words. “You are a Reynolds man. They need to see that. They need to understand how important you are to the survival of this place.”

“Fine...” Uncle Ian interrupted, drawing her attention back to him. “We’ll work on it; you just do your part.” He took a deep sigh, then grabbed Luna’s hand. “Let’s go get something to eat.” His daughters stood up, and followed behind him, their eyes trained on me, as though they expected more.

“We’ll leave them for now.” He continued. “Mark... Tomorrow, bright and early.”

I nodded.

He flashed my mother a knowing smile, then closed the door behind him.

“He always takes the easy route.” She scoffed, pushing her thigh into mine, as the fruity scent of her perfume wafted into my nose. “Don’t worry, I’ll find you someone else.”

Once again, I was back where I’d started. “Mom, I’m sorry.”

“Shhh.” She cradled my head against her soft chest, the weight of a soft pillow for my embarrassment. “I think it’s time I showed you something.” The tone in her voice shifted to one of motherly concern

I furrowed my brow.

“But I don’t want you to freak out, okay?”

“Sure.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

*****

A strange tension carried across the room. It radiated off my mother in a thick heat, following her as she paced back and forth, before finally stopping before me. She opened her mouth, then cut off her words. She continued pacing again, still unsure of how to tell me what she wanted.

“Mom, it’s okay, just say it.” A deep anxiety formed in my chest.

“Okay.” She stopped again. “I’m just going to show you.” She took a deep breath, then lowered to her knees, planting herself between my legs. “Take it out.”

“What?”

She pressed her hand against my cock, then squeezed it through the fabric of my pants.

I startled back. “Mom, what the fuc-“

“Remember what you promised me?”

I took a deep breath, then lowered back into the seat. I had no words for the woman before me, only a blank stare, as her hand crept towards my belt.

“Honey, trust me.”

This had to be a prank, a twisted scheme to further my embarrassment. I grabbed my belt buckle, and held firm against it. I rolled the thought over in my mind, waiting, hoping someone would step in before I made the worst decision of my life.

“Trust me...”

The blue in her eyes shone beneath the light above. Her hand pressed deeper against my girth, feeling it as it grew to half-mass beneath the fabric. “Just relax.”

I sank back into the couch, and unfastened my belt.

“I’ll take care of the rest.” She hooked her fingers along my waistband, and pulled my cock free from its sheath. It sat hard and firm, the weight of it a long tube, as her eyes widened at her prize. “That’s the man I’m looking for.” She smiled, then pulled it towards her lips, sealing them tight around me, as my confusion mixed with the lust of her actions. “This is all that matters.”