Some things aren't discussable...

Unending BE - episode 514510

Jim was seeing stars... It was a good ten seconds before he realized what had just happened. His mother had slapped him. Across the face. Very, very hard. Jim blinked repeatedly, trying to clear his vision. Although, in hindsight, he may have felt better not being able to see, as his view was dominated by a clearly furious Jennifer. Behind her, he could see John glaring at him, and all the various k1ds looking subdued and confused... Jim stretched his face out. "Ow..."

"I will not tolerate such behavior, young man," Jennifer told him, in full 'mom-mode' now. "Finish up and go to your room!"

"But mom, all I said..." Jim began.

"Don't!" His mom's glare rose several notches in intensity. Jim actually flinched under it, and decided to drop the matter. "Now, finish fucking me and make sure my pussy is full of your baby batter." It was a bit of a tall order, now, what with Jim's head still ringing like a bell. He'd lost a lot of steam because of that. But his mom's K-cup breasts against his face helped him to rally, and he managed to make headway on fucking Jennifer again. He eventually shot his load into her again, though it was a pretty basic orgasm, nothing special. "Now go to your room, James." Nodding, he helped her get off of him, then stood and dejectedly walked off to his room. Glancing back once, he saw his mom angrily resetting her bathrobe around her...

Jim sat in his room for some time, alone, wondering at the strangeness of his life now. Eventually, he heard the bus come by for all the k1ds, his dad drive off for work, and then he heard his mom coming for him. And not in a good way... When his door opened, he did his best to look dejected and repentant, not that hard considering how she was glaring at him.

She stood there in his room for a bit, still in her bathrobe, arms crossed under her huge breasts, pushing them up into some glorious cleavage... Then she spoke. "Just what were you thinking, young man? That is not a proper topic at the breakfast table!"

"But mom, all I said was..." Jim quickly cut himself off as Jennifer's expression turned vengeful, and just in time to prevent her from raising her hand again. "Sorry! Sorry!" he quickly added. That seemed to mollify her a little bit, so he delicately said, "But, I just don't understand. Why was that so wrong?"

"James, I thought I raised you better than that," she firmly answered, "Even making that kind of suggestion is completely improper. Following through with it is unthinkable! And I do not want you planting such suggestions in your little sister!"

"But Edith's been giving me blowjobs all month!" Jim actually flinched as he said that. Then he realized that his mom wasn't about to slap him again. She was just standing there.

"Yeah, and?" she asked.

Jim turned that over in his head a bit. "You've even seen her doing it, her and her friends..." Still no reaction, other than a small sign of impatience. "Heck, I was even in the middle of fucking you right there at the table when I said..."

"Jim..." Jennifer's tone rang with warning.

Jim held up his hands to deflect her anger. "When I said 'it'." Still no clear reaction. Jim dared to try again. "So, it's okay for me to be fucking Edith, her friends, even you. Banging their cunts hard all night, every night, trying my best to make them all mothers-to-be before getting into second grade."

Jennifer's face was an interesting study. Still very angry, yet shiftly slowly towards confusion. "Of course it is. Why wouldn't you?"

"And it's okay for me to talk about that?"

"Of course."

"Even of pounding their pussies again right after they've given birth, and knocking them up all over again, while showering their newborns with our leftover sex juices?"

"Naturally."

"But if I bring up even the vaguely remote possibility of another guy, say, our neighbor..."

The anger shot back into place. "Enough, James! I don't know why you insist on bringing this up over and over, and right now I don't care. You're grounded until further notice. You will stay in your room, and may only leave to go to the bathroom. We will discuss a more defined punishment when your father gets home tonight. Is that understood?!"

Jim just sat there dejectedly. "Yes, mom." He guessed he deserved that, for pushing his luck so far...

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Zorlond

Thu Aug 05 13:59:06 2010