This story is purely fictional. All characters contained within this story are over the age of 18.
The Family Fuck Doll By Klrxo
The injury to Alan was sudden and unexpected. One moment he was sprinting down the field, ball tucked securely under his arm, and the next he was crumpled on the turf, motionless.
The crowd's cheers turned to gasps as medical staff rushed onto the field.
In the hospital waiting room, Alan's pregnant mother Susan paced anxiously, her giant, baby-packed belly and oversized chest-melons swaying with each step.
Alan's aunt and sister huddled together on plastic chairs, faces etched with worry.
When the doctor finally emerged, his grim expression said it all before he even opened his mouth. "I'm sorry," he began, "Alan has suffered a severe head trauma. He's in a coma, and we're not sure when - or if - he'll wake up."
Susan's legs gave out and she collapsed into a chair, her pregnant belly heaving with her sobs.
As the reality of the situation sank in, a strange mix of grief and something darker, more primal, began to stir within the
women. None of them could have predicted how their relationships with Alan's comatose body would evolve in the coming weeks and months.
Susan's sobs gradually subsided as she stared at Alan's motionless form in the hospital bed. At nine months pregnant, her rounded belly was swollen and heavy, straining against her tight maternity top. Her breasts, which had grown even larger during pregnancy, threatened to spill out of her bra. Even in her grief, Susan was a stunningly voluptuous woman.
Alan's sister Jenna stood beside the bed, her own impressive bust heaving with emotion. She had always been jealous of her brother's athletic prowess and popularity, but seeing him lying there, she felt a confusing mix of sadness and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on.
In the corner, Alan's aunt Lisa dabbed at her eyes, her low- cut blouse showcasing her generous tit-cleavage. Beside her sat Susan's mother Ellen and Alan's other grandmother Barb, both tremendously well-endowed, who had passed their ample busts down to their daughters and granddaughters.
Alan's sister-in-laws, twins Nicki and Tiffany, both in their mid-twenties and in the late stages of pregnancy, huddled together, their matching sweater sets doing little to contain their huge, round bellies and overflowing chest.
Alan's father's sister Liz leaned against the wall, her tight sweater and pencil skirt emphasizing her hourglass figure.
As the women kept vigil over Alan, an unspoken tension filled the room, a sense that boundaries were about to be crossed. Little did they know just how far they would go in the coming days to "comfort" the 18-year-old in his unresponsive state and satisfy their own sexual cravings in the process.
What they also didn't realize is that Alan could hear every word they were saying. He was fully conscience, even though he couldn't move or respond in any way. It was as if he was trapped inside his own body, a silent witness to the scene unfolding around him.
As the women lingered around Alan's hospital bed, Aunt Lisa was the first to notice the slight tenting of the sheet over his groin.
Her pretty eyes widened, and she let out a small gasp, drawing the attention of the others.
"What is it?" Susan asked, her voice still thick with tears.
Lisa just pointed, unable to find the words. One by one, the women's gazes followed her finger to the unmistakable bulge of Alan's erection straining against the thin hospital sheet.
There was a moment of shocked silence before Jenna spoke up. "Is that...normal? For someone in a coma, I mean?"
"I'm not sure," Susan replied uncertainly. "I think I read somewhere that erections can happen sometimes, like a reflex."
Nicki and Tiffany exchanged a meaningful glance, the swell of the tits heaving, hands resting on their huge pregnant bellies.
Ellen and Barb looked scandalized, but there was a gleam of curiosity in their eyes.
Liz licked her lips unconsciously, her nipples hardening to rubbery peaked beneath her tight sweater. "It looks as though he's fully engorged," she added, drifting closer to Alan's body.
As if in a trance, Lisa reached out and pulled back the sheet, exposing Alan's impressive hard-on tenting his hospital gown.
The nine busty women quickly crowded around for a closer look, breathing heavily.
"My goodness," Barb murmured, fanning herself. "He certainly is well endowed."
"How big do you think he is?" Nicki asked, her eyes glued to the meaty tent-pole.
"I don't know," her twin sister answered, wetting her lips, "but it looks REALLY fucking big."
Susan knew she should put a stop to this, but she was frozen in place, transfixed by her son's manhood, which seemed to have grown even larger since the last time she had seen him naked years ago.
Jenna was the first to make a move. She reached out shamelessly and wrapped a hand around Alan's thick shaft
through the thin fabric of the gown, marveling at the heat and hardness of his boner.
He twitched in her tight grip, the thick veins in his sinewy stalk pulsing with excitement
"Holy fuck," Jenna gasped. "I can feel the blood pumping his cock-veins."
"I wanna feel," Nicki said, stepping up next to her sister-in- law. She eagerly reached out and circled her fist beneath Nicki's. "Fuck, that's a thick dick," she gasped.
"Girls, we shouldn't..." Susan said weakly, but her protest was halfhearted at best.
Truth be told, the pregnancy hormones surging through her luscious body had left her constantly horny, and the sight of her son's impressive cock-bulge had her pussy dripping.
"Oh my God," Nicki gasped, squeezing his steely peter as hard as she could with a vice-like grip. "He's fucking rock hard."
Susan hesitated for just a moment before reaching out and grasping her boy's erection through the hospital gown, holding it with the two other women.
She was surprised by the heat and hardness she felt pulsing beneath her fingers. "His knob…" she breathed, squeezing his spongy, bulbous glans through the fabric. "It feels as big as a golf ball."
Other women stepped forward and Alan soon had nine hands groping at his erect penis.
"I don't think I've ever felt a peter so long and thick," Ellen commented, her heart racing with the thrill of touching her grandson's boner.
"Let's look at it," Jenna suggested. "Can we, mom?" "Jenna, no," her mother scolded.
"What? Why, he's in a coma, mother. He'll never know."
"It might be a good idea, sis" Liz chimed in. "He obviously took a nasty hit. We should make sure he's not…injured down there."
All attention went to Susan, obviously the one who makes the final decision on behalf of her son. "We'll just have a quick look," she nodded. "Just a quick one."
When Susan pulled aside Alan's hospital gown, his enormous cock sprang free, eliciting gasps from the women gathered around the bed.
It was truly a remarkable sight - at least ten thick inches long and girthy as a soda can. The smooth, pink shaft was crisscrossed with bulging veins, pulsing with each beat of his heart. A shiny pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his engorged purple head.
"Good lord," Aunt Liz breathed in awe, her eyes glued to her nephew's impressive manhood. "That has to be the biggest cock I've ever laid eyes on."
"It's beautiful," Susan whispered, reaching out to feel it, and slowly stroking up and down the impressive length.
Her pussy clenched and flooded with arousal. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't seem to stop herself.
Jenna stepped closer, mesmerized by the sight of her mother fondling her comatose brother's cock.
Her own nipples stiffened into tight, rubbery peaks, pushing against the fabric of her shirt.
Unable to resist, she placed her hand over Susan's, feeling Alan's manhood twitch at their combined touch.
"I wanna feel it too," Lisa said breathily, coming up on the other side of the bed.
Susan and Jenna moved their hands so Lisa could wrap her fingers around Alan's thick shaft.
She squeezed and tugged gently, marveling at the size and virility of her nephew.
"Wow," she sighed, staring at his appendage longingly. "Now THAT'S a dick!"
Nicki and Tiffany took a turn next, each heavily pregnant sister-in-law palming Alan's erection and exploring the rigid length. Their faces were flushed with arousal, free hands rubbing slow circles over their swollen, baby-packed bellies.
"Such a big boy," Nicki purred as Tiffany nodded in agreement, licking her lips.
Ellen and Barb hung back at first, scandalized but undeniably intrigued. Seeing their daughters and
granddaughters unabashedly groping Alan broke down their reservations.
They moved closer to the bed, Barb reaching out to cup his heavy balls while Ellen rubbed the sensitive barbed tip.
"Well now…isn't that just the most perfect cock I've ever seen," Ellen cooed.
"I certainly won't argue with that," Barb added. "Look at how much the rim of his corona flares outward."
Liz watched the depraved scene, squeezing her thighs together as her pussy soaked through her panties.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, she shouldered her way in and ran her fingers possessively over every inch of Alan's straining cock, from base to tip, her touch bold and greedy. "Well, he's certainly not our little Alan anymore," she commented.
Through it all, Alan lay motionless, a prisoner in his own unresponsive body. But he could feel every caress, every squeeze and stroke. Through the slit of his eyelids, he could see excited eyes and giant, heaving breasts
His cock throbbed and jerked wildly as the women took turns shamelessly exploring the shaft of his manhood, but he was powerless to cover himself or protest. Not that he necessarily wanted to - the sensations were intense and overwhelming, even as some distant part of him recoiled at this violation.
Alan wondered how far his female relatives would take this, and what other shocking acts they would submit his helpless body to in the coming days, to satisfy their own twisted lusts.
"It's a shame that such an amazing dick is just…going to waste," Nicki expressed, shrugging her shoulders.
"True," her sister Tiffany agreed. "He could really make a girl gush with that big thing."
After a short, ponderous pause in the conversation, Liz spoke up still gazing at Alan's cock hungrily.
"Would it be so wrong if we…used him?" she asked, peering around at the other female family members.
"Used him?" Ellen asked, even though she had a fairly good idea what her daughter meant.
"You mean used him…like a fuck- doll?" Susan asked.
"Yes. He's clearly still experiencing sexual arousal and getting erect. Why not take advantage of it?"
"We couldn't... could we?" Jenna asked uncertainly, even as her fingers itched to touch more of her brother's body.
"Why not?" Nicki challenged, a wicked gleam in her eye. "He's out cold. It's not like he'd ever know."
"We could fuck him like crazy," Tiffany chimed in, her eyes big and eager.
"I can't believe we're actually talking about this," Susan said in a hushed voice, glancing around nervously even though
they were alone in the hospital room. "Using my son as a...as a sex toy while he's helpless like this. It's so wrong."
"Is it though?" Liz countered, still boldly fondling Alan's erection. "I mean, look at him. He's young, virile, and clearly still fully functional in that department. It would be a shame to let this impressive cock go to waste."
"And really, we'd be doing him a favor, Susan" Lisa chimed in. "Keeping his body stimulated and his juices flowing while his mind is checked out. Some hot, nasty sex would probably be good for his health."
Susan bit her lip, trying to ignore the incessant throbbing in her neglected pussy.
Her pregnancy hormones had her constantly on edge, desperate for sexual satisfaction and her husband just could keep up. And her son's hard, sizable manhood was right there, an answer to her needs. But could she really cross that line?
"Think about it, mom," Jenna said, seeing the indecision on Susan's face. "Once he's back home, we can all take turns with him. Riding this big dick whenever we need to get off. He'll never know, and it won't hurt him. If anything, it might help stimulate his brain and bring him out of the coma sooner."
The other women murmured their agreement, even prim and proper Ellen and Barb looking thoughtful rather than outraged now. "He may be in a coma, but his body will still
produce semen. He'll need his balls drained and we may as well be the ones doing it."
Nicki rubbed her huge pregnant belly and chimed in. "Lord knows I could use a good dicking. My husband barely touches me now that I'm the size of a whale."
"Same," Tiffany sighed. "I'm constantly horny but have to rely on my vibrator. Having a warm, hard, young cock available whenever I need it sounds heavenly, even if it is attached to my comatose brother-in-law."
Liz was already scheming. "We can set up a schedule. Take turns fucking him whenever the urge strikes. Susan, you'll have him at your place, so you'll get the most use out of him. The rest of us can come by a few times a week for our fix of vitamin D."
"But…wait, we'd all be cheating on our husbands," Susan reminded them.
"I wouldn't," Jenna blurted. "I'm not married."
"But you have a boyfriend," her mom reminded her.
"Big fucking deal," Jenna snapped back. "He doesn't have to know that I'm fucking my brother's huge cock, and neither does dad."
"It wouldn't really be cheating," Lisa rationalized. "It's not like we're having an affair with another man. We're just...borrowing Alan's body while his mind is elsewhere."
"Exactly," Liz agreed eagerly. "And what our husbands don't know won't hurt them. We'll make sure to clean up thoroughly after each session so there's no evidence."
Susan wavered, her resolve crumbling in the face of her overwhelming lust and the encouragement of the other women. "I suppose…if we're careful about it..." she said slowly.
"And really, we deserve this," Liz said, gesturing to her own buxom figure. "We spend all our time taking care of our families, putting their needs first. When was the last time any of us had our needs met? When was the last time we had a screaming, sheet-clawing orgasm?"
The women nodded, expressions of longing and frustration on their faces as they considered Liz's words. Between work, kids, and husbands with dwindling libidos, their sex lives had become practically nonexistent.
"Lord knows my vibrator just isn't cutting it anymore," Barb admitted with a sigh. "I need to feel a real cock inside me again."
"Then it's settled," Liz said triumphantly. "Alan will be our dirty little secret, our personal fuck-stud to use as we please."
Alan tried desperately to move, to open his eyes, to give some sign that he could hear every word - but his body remained stubbornly unresponsive. He was a prisoner in his own flesh, doomed to be a passive receptacle for his female relatives' lust.
Susan's resistance was crumbling. Her pussy juices were soaking through her panties at the thought of finally finding relief on her son's big prick. She also knew that the women were right about Alan needing his balls drained, and they pleasure could the remedy for him to finally come out of his coma.
"Okay," she said finally. "Okay, let's do it. I'll tell the doctors I'm taking him home to care for him there once he's released. Then he'll be our private doll to use as needed."
"We should really jerk him off now though," Jenna suggested, still holding her brother's cock. "Can we mom?"
"She's right," Tiffany agreed. "He could have a pent-up load in there, and we don't want him to get blue balls."
Susan hesitated for just a moment before nodding. "Go ahead, Jenna. Get him off. But let's try to be quick about it before a nurse comes back in."
Jenna grinned and tightened her hand around Alan's thick shaft, stroking him firmly from base to tip.
The other women crowded around the bed to watch, their breathing growing heavy with arousal.
"That's it, stroke that big cock," Liz encouraged lecherously, massaging her own heavy tits through her sweater. "Milk your brother's dick until he gives up that hot load."
Jenna worked her fist faster over Alan's engorged member, twisting her wrist on the upstroke.
Clear pre-cum leaked from the tip, which she used to lubricate her motions. Alan's hips twitched slightly but otherwise he remained still, a prisoner in his own body as his sister jacked him off.
"Let me help," Nicki said, waddling over and cupping Alan's balls. She rolled them in her palm, feeling their weight. "Mmm, these are so full. I bet he'll spray a huge load with all of us edging him like this."
Susan watched her pregnant daughter-in-law fondle Alan with a mix of shock and illicit hunger. Her own nipples were hard as diamonds, poking through her maternity bra and blouse. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her groin.
"I want a turn," Lisa declared, shouldering her way in beside Jenna. She wrapped her hand around Alan's straining erection too so they were both stroking him together, their fists side by side.
"We should kiss him," Liz suggested. "Take turned prying our tongue inside his mouth."
"I like that idea," Ellen grinned.
"Ooh fuck, I can feel him throbbing," Lisa panted. "I think he's getting close. Pump that cock faster, Jenna!"
Ellen and Barb moved to the head of the bed, looking down at their comatose grandson over the swell of their colossal tits. "I'm all on board with the kissing idea," Barn said, her voice quivering. "The idea of sealing my kisser onto my cute Grandson's sweet lips gives me an incredible thrill."
"Me too," Ellen agreed. "I'll go first."
She leaned over and pressed her plump lips to Alan's, fusing them together and slipping her mature tongue into his unresisting mouth. She swirled it around, tracing his teeth and sliding it along his own inert tongue. Even unresponsive, his mouth was exquisite, and she took her time exploring every inch, Frenching her comatose grandson.
When she finally pulled back, panting, Ellen took her place. The buxom grandmother sealed her mouth over Alan's and thrust her tongue inside forcefully.
She flicked the tip against his palette and licked obscenely along his inner cheeks, gathering his flavor. Drool leaked from the seal of their lips as she tongue-fucked his face, her long, fleshy licker whipping wildly inside his mouth.
At the foot of the bed, Jenna and Lisa worked Alan's cock with their tight fists, pumping relentlessly from root to tip. His shaft was slick with oozing pre-cum and their fingers glided easily over the rigid flesh.
Jenna swirled her palm over the fat, spongy head on every stroke, while Lisa tugged and squeezed his heavy balls, pulling at his spermatic cord.
Liz took over for Barb, kissing Alan ravenously, practically eating at his mouth as she raked her nails over his chest. She nipped and sucked at his bottom lip until it was red and swollen.
When she finally came up for air, Susan hesitated only a moment before moving in.
"I'm sorry baby," she whispered against her son's slack mouth. "Mommy loves to kiss…and I need this so bad."
Then she was kissing him, not at all like a mother should. Her tongue delved deep, twining obscenely with his, swirling and thrusting in a blatant imitation of sex. Her big, warm tits pressed against his chest as her pregnant belly brushed his side. She ground against the bed, desperate for friction against her aching clit.
Nicki and Tiffany took over stroking Alan's spit-slick erection as Jenna and Lisa moved up to join the oral assault. They took turns licking into his mouth, their tongues tangling wetly with Alan's as they all French kissed him sloppily.
Through it all, Alan could only lay there, mind screaming behind his paralyzed exterior. He felt every kiss, every swipe of tongue, every lewd caress of his cock. His balls were drawn up tight, ready to explode, and still the women relentlessly edged him, keeping him suspended at the brink of orgasm.
He was incredibly turned on by their brazen violation of his defenseless body. His own mother, sister, aunts and cousins were molesting him, using him like a living sex doll. It was so wrong but he was powerless to stop it - and a twisted part of him didn't want it to stop. He just hoped they would finally grant him the release his body was crying out for.
Susan was practically crawling inside her son's mouth, her lips tucked inside his own as she sucked at his tongue like she was trying to deep-throat a cock.
Alan felt his oral muscle being pulled deep inside her ravenous mouth. Even though there was nothing gentle about it, as if she was trying to pull it from its root, it was still incredibly erotic. Especially the way his neck was sinking down into her creamy cleavage.
"God, can you even imagine how fucking good this would feel?" Nicki panted, beating Allen off.
Her sister finished Nicki's sentence. "Plowing our slippery pussy-walls. That fat leaky knob battering our cervix'.
Alan's body tensed and his balls drew up tight. Nicki felt them twitch in her hand. "His balls are drawing up tight!" she announced eagerly. "He's gonna come!"
The women gathered close, watching with avid eyes and parted lips as Alan's cock swelled, then erupted, thick ropes of pearly-white boy-semen shooting into the air to splatter his stomach and chest.
"Oh my God!" Susan gasped as a fat, milky jet hosed from his piss-slit, high into the air.
"So fucking much of it!" Jenna shouted as her and Lisa milked him through the intense orgasm, stroking and squeezing every last spurt from his pulsing shaft.
"Yes…Milk it all out, girls," Ellen urged, clawing at her Grandson's chest.
As Alan's spending subsided, the women stared in awe at the massive load coating his torso. "Wow, that's a lot of jizz," Tiffany said, dipping a finger in the sticky pool and bringing it to her mouth to suck clean. The others followed suit, gathering his spunk on their fingers and savoring the salty, musky flavor.
Susan swiped up a hefty amount and brought it to her lips, closing her eyes as she tasted her son's essence. It was wrong, so wrong, but that only made it more exciting. Her pussy clenched hard, demanding attention. "It's so sweet," she breathed.
"Fucking delicious," her daughter added.
Lisa leaned over Alan's motionless body and dragged her tongue along his cum-splattered abs, gathering the creamy seed. She lapped at his skin like a cat, not wanting to waste a single drop.
The other women quickly joined in, jostling for position around the bed.
Jenna licked broad stripes up Alan's chest, swirling her tongue around his nipples to collect the jizz pooled there. She sealed her lips over one nub and sucked hard, feeling it stiffen in her mouth as she cleaned him.
Liz and Ellen focused on Alan's groin, their tongues dancing over his softening cock and drained balls. They licked him from root to tip, polishing his shaft with their oral attentions until it glistened with their saliva.
Liz took the head into her mouth and nursed on it, coaxing out the last few pearly drops.
Barb and her daughter Susan shared Alan's muscled thighs, licking his spunk from the defined ridges. Their wet, pink tongues dipped into every crevice, leaving no inch of skin untouched. They nuzzled into his crotch, inhaling his intimate musk greedily.
Nicki lapped at Alan's neck and face, cleaning streaks of cum that had landed there. She sealed her lips over his and thrust her tongue inside, feeding him his own salty essence.
Tiffany licked the shell of his ear, nibbling the lobe. "I just wanna fucking eat you," she whispered, making the boy's insides tingle.
The women feasted on Alan's helpless body, slurping and sucking obscenely. Before long, he was spotless, every trace of his spend cleaned from his flesh by their greedy mouths. Only the fading taste on their tongues and a faint sheen of saliva remained as evidence.
Through it all, Alan could only lie there, reeling from the intensity of his orgasm and the depravity of what had just occurred. He felt used, but incredibly aroused. As his female relatives sat back, licking their lips in satisfaction, he wondered how much better the violations would get once he was home and at their mercy 24/7.
"Just think," Liz said dreamily, "once we get him home, we can drain his balls all we want. Have all the cock and cum we can handle."
"I call dibs on the first ride once he's settled in," Jenna declared, giving her brother's semi-hard shaft a possessive squeeze.
"We'll all get our turn, honey," Susan assured, trying to sound responsible even though her pussy was dripping at the thought of mounting him.
The next day when they delivered Alan to the house, Susan was beyond thrilled that she was the only one at home. "He's home and in his room," she told her husband by phone. All the while her heart was racing anxiously and her hand was stuffed inside her dainty panties, rubbing her engorged clit. "I'm gonna check up on him. I'll see you when you get home, honey."
Primed for a hard fuck, Susan hung up the phone and rushed upstairs to Alan's room, her heart pounding and her pussy soaked with anticipation. She was a beautiful 38-year- old, who looked like the actress Sofia Vergara - all curves and ample flesh, her pregnancy only enhancing her sensual appeal.
The cock-starved mother locked the door behind her before turning to gaze at her comatose son lying motionless on the bed.
He looked so peaceful, almost angelic. But all Susan could focus on was the sizable bulge tenting the front of his sweatpants. Her mouth watered and her nipples stiffened into aching points. She had been waiting for this moment, to
finally have uninterrupted access to her son's impressive cock.
With shaking hands, Susan undressed, letting her maternity clothes fall to the floor until she stood naked, her huge, rounded belly and milk-swollen breasts on full display.
Pregnancy had made her body ripe and ultra-sensitive, her skin almost feverish with need.
Alan watched through barely cracked eyelids as his mother stripped naked before him, drinking in the lush sight of her prenatal body. Her belly was hugely swollen, the stretched skin taut and glistening. The dark line of her linea-negra ran up from her shaved pubic mound to her protruding navel.
Her breasts were massive and heavy, easily twice their normal size from being engorged with nectar. The dark areolas had widened to the size of saucers and her nipples were thick and rubbery, jutting out over an inch. Faint blue veins marbled the pale flesh of her heaving globes. Milk beaded at the tips of her teats and slowly dripped down the rounded curves.
As Susan turned, he got a view of her backside – her ass cheeks were rounded and expansive, jiggling heavily with each movement. The cleft of her ass was deep and shadowed, leading down to her plump, pouting pussy lips which glistened with her dew.
Her hips and thighs were lush, exhibiting a motherly strength, the skin creamy and soft-looking. Her engorged labia protruded between her legs, slick and swollen with arousal. Her grape-sized clit poked out from under its hood
like a little penis, begging to be rubbed, licked and sucked on.
Her whole body emanated a ripe, fertile smell that made Alan's mouth water and his cock throb painfully against his sweatpants. Susan's fetus-packed belly swayed heavily and oversized titties bobbled with every step as she approached the bed, a purely sexual creature lost in lust.
She climbed onto the bed and straddled Alan's prone form, her musky arousal wafting over his face.
Her massive tits dangled inches from his parted lips, leaking milk that ran down his chin.
"Mommy's here, baby," she purred. "We can take care of each other."
Susan straddled Alan's hips, rubbing her wet slit along the hard ridge of his clothed erection. A moan slipped from her lips at the delicious contact.
She ground against him shamelessly, coating his sweatpants with her slick secretions.
"Mommy needs this so bad, baby," she panted, sliding her hands under his shirt to map the defined planes of his chest and abs. "You just lay back and let me take what I need from you. Such a good boy for mommy."
Peeling his shirt off, Susan feasted her eyes on Alan's muscular upper body, hands roaming greedily.
She leaned down to lick and suck at his nipples, delighting in how they pebbled under her tongue just like her own when
she was aroused. She wondered if some part of him could feel what she was doing on an unconscious level.
Kissing her way down his flat, toned stomach, she nuzzled into his groin, mouthing at his straining erection through the fabric.
The scent of his arousal was intoxicating, all teenage musk and pheromones, and she couldn't wait any longer to see him bare naked.
With impatient hands, she tugged his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his thick, magnificent cock.
It jutted up from his groin, hard and throbbing, the broad head already shiny with pre-cum.
"Oh baby, look at you," Susan purred, wrapping her fingers around his girth. "So big and ready for mommy."
She gently stroked him root to tip, savoring the heat and weight of him in her palm as he twitched and pulsed, reacting to her touch.
Unable to resist, she leaned down and licked the pearl of moisture from his slit, moaning at the familiar salty flavor of her son that she craved.
Looking up at Alan's slack face, she took his tasty rod into her mouth, stretching her lips wide around his thickness.
She bobbed her head, sucking lewdly, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth to dribble down his shaft.
Alan's eyes rolled back in their sockets as he felt the warm, wetness of his mother's mouth encapsulating his erectile meat. Her tongue explored his shiny-skinned knob like a slippery snake, slithering around its flared ridge and across the meaty bulb, swiping through his piss-slit to scoop up the pre-goo that had bubbled up to the surface.
"Mmm," Susan moaned as she took Alan deep into her throat, her nose pressed to his groin as she swallowed around his throbbing length.
Her eyes watered and she gagged slightly but didn't pull off, determined to worship every inch of her son's magnificent cock.
Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked hard as she slowly withdrew, tongue pressing along the thick vein on the uunderside.
Once again, she lavished attention on the flared head, licking and tonguing the slit before plunging back down, establishing a steady rhythm as she fucked her own face on him.
Drool coated Alan's shaft and balls, making obscene slurping sounds fill the room along with Susan's muffled moans.
One hand cupped and kneaded his heavy sack while the other roamed over his torso, tweaking his nipples.
Lost in a haze of lust and taboo hunger, Susan bobbed faster, taking him into her throat again and again, gagging and sputtering but not letting up. Her cunt clenched and
drooled, aching to be filled by her son's perfect teenage cock.
Only when she felt him swell and pulse between her lips did Susan pull off with a wet pop. She didn't want him coming just yet - she needed that load to splatter deep inside in her desperate pussy.
Giving the tip a final lick, she rose up, her splayed legs positioned on either side of him and maneuvered his erection to her entrance.
"Mommy's going to ride you hard now, baby," she panted, rubbing his cockhead through her slick, fleshy folds. "I'm gonna use this big dick to scratch that itch you gave me."
With that, Susan sank down, taking Alan balls deep in one smooth stroke.
A guttural moan tore from her throat as she was split open on her son's thick rod, her walls stretching deliciously to accommodate his enormous size.
He filled her so perfectly, reaching deep into her needy cunt so the rounded lips of her cervical entrance could plant a juicy kiss on his bulbous knob.
She sat for a moment, savoring the exquisite feeling of fullness and forbidden union. Then, planting her hands on his chest, she began to bounce, tits swaying and ass jiggling as she fucked herself hard and fast on his throbbing member.
The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin reverberated through the room as did the repetitive squeak of Alan's bed.
"Oh yes, baby! Your cock feels so good in mommy's pussy!" Susan wailed, throwing her head back in ecstasy. "Splitting me open so deep! Gonna ride this big dick whenever I want!"
She skillfully ground her hips in filthy circles, stirring Alan inside her, his cockhead battering her cervix. Her engorged clit rubbed against his pelvis, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
Milk began to leak from her bouncing tits, white rivulets running down her heaving globes.
Despite Alan's unresponsive state, every nerve ending in his paralyzed body was ablaze with sensation as his mother rode him wildly.
He could feel the hot, silken walls of her mature vagina gripping him like a vise, squeezing and fluttering around his aching cock.
The inside of Susan's pregnant pussy was a miracle of nature, lush and ripe, perfectly adapted to milk his throbbing manhood.
Her engorged labia clung to his girth, slick and puffy from arousal as they beat wetly against his cock-root.
With each downward plunge, Alan could feel the rippled texture of her vaginal rugae dragging deliciously along his shaft.
Her powerful kegel muscles pulsed and squeezed around him, as if trying to hold him deep inside her hungry cunt.
The mouth of her cervix kissed the sensitive head of his cock with each thrust, leaking strings of fertile mucus to ease his passage. He could feel the weight of her gravid womb bearing down on him, heavy with the proof of her sexuality.
Susan's hot cunt grew increasingly wet and swollen as she impaled herself on her son, gushing slick arousal. Her vaginal walls spasmed erratically, clenching and releasing as her climax approached.
The spongy patch of her G-spot throbbed against Alan's driving cock, perfectly stimulated, making her wail in rapture.
Despite being in a coma, Alan's eyes fluttered open just a slit, glassy and unfocused but registering the erotic sight above him.
Through the drugged haze, he watched his own mother ride his cock with wanton abandon, her huge pregnant belly and milk-dripping tits bouncing obscenely.
Susan was too lost in the throes of forbidden pleasure to notice Alan's semi-conscious state. She continued to impale herself on his rigid shaft, the wet squelch of her sodden cunt filling the room along with her desperate moans.
"Unngghh yes! Oh fuck baby, you're so deep in mommy's pussy!" she babbled deliriously, drunk on the taboo depravity of it all. "Giving me that big cock whenever I need it, like a good boy!"
She leaned back, hands braced on Alan's thighs as she undulated her hips like a skilled cock-fucker, grinding her clit against his pubic bone.
Her back arched, thrusting her huge, leaking tits forward as she chased her rapidly building climax.
Alan watched through slitted eyes, mind foggy but comprehending on some level that his mother was using his comatose body for her own sexual gratification. A distant part of him knew it was wrong, so very wrong, but his drug- addled brain could only process the intense sensations radiating from his cock, the exquisite squeeze and flutter of his mom's pussy walls.
He felt his balls drawing up, the tell-tale tingle at the base of his spine signaling his impending orgasm.
Susan must have sensed it too, because she suddenly doubled her efforts, slamming herself up and down on his iron-hard cock with almost brutal force.
"That's it baby, give mommy that hot load!" she screeched, eyes rolling back in her head. "Fill me up with all that thick, potent cum! Breed your own mother!!"
As if on command, Alan's cock swelled and exploded, spurting jet after jet of scalding seed deep into Susan's spasming cunt.
The feeling of her son's spunk painting her insides set off Susan's own mind-bending climax and she convulsed atop him, juices gushing out around his pulsing shaft, cascading along the crease where his balls met his thighs.
Alan watched his mother come undone above him, her body quaking and convulsing with the force of her climax. Her face contorted in an almost pained expression of sheer ecstasy, mouth falling open on a silent scream as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Her massive, milk-engorged breasts bounced and rippled wildly, rivulets of creamy white fluid spraying from her stiff nipples to shower Alan's face and chest.
Her pregnant belly wobbled and flexed as the muscles contracted intensely with each wave of pleasure that crashed through her.
But it was the obscene clenching and fluttering of her pussy around his spurting cock that sent Alan over the edge into another own mind-numbing ejaculation, despite his semi- conscious state. He could feel her velvety walls rippling along his shaft, milking him for every drop of cum as she rode out her peak.
Hot, slick juices gushed from her spasming cunt, drenching his groin and thighs, mixing with the copious load he was pumping into her in the most intimate, forbidden coupling imaginable - that of a mother and son. The wet squelching sounds of their joined sexes rose over their ragged breaths and moans.
With a final shuddering sigh, Susan collapsed forward, her heavy milk-laden breasts and swollen pregnant belly pressing against Alan's sweat-slicked chest.
Her hips still twitched and rolled lazily as the last tremors of her intense orgasm faded, causing Alan's semi-hard cock to slip and slide in the sloppy, cum-filled mess of her pussy.
Panting, Susan nuzzled into the crook of Alan's neck, peppering his slack face with kisses. "Such a good boy," she purred breathlessly. "Giving mommy exactly what she needed. We're gonna have so much fun together, baby. This is just the beginning."
Lifting her head, she gazed down at Alan's expressionless face, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She traced his parted lips with one finger, collecting a bead of her breastmilk and pushing it into his mouth. "There you go, sweetheart. Drink up. Gotta keep your strength so you can service mommy and all your other hungry aunties and sisters."
With a filthy moan, she clenched her pussy muscles around Alan's softening cock, feeling their combined fluids ooze out around his shaft.
"Mmm, can you feel that baby? How sloppy and open you've left mommy's cunt? So full of your potent seed..."
She rolled her hips, eliciting a twitch from Alan's spent member. "Don't worry, sweetie. Mommy will clean you up. Then we can start round two. I think I want to try your cock in my ass next. Would you like that? Splitting open mommy's tight asshole?"
Alan could only stare glassily as Susan began to rock atop him again with renewed vigor, coaxing his cock back to full hardness inside her cum-drenched pussy. This was to be his
new existence, he realized dimly - an object for the twisted lusts and depravity of his female relatives. And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.
Susan pressed her lips to Alan's slack mouth, kissing him deeply and passionately, like a lover rather than a mother.
Her overly-aggressive tongue pushed past his teeth to tangle with his own, swirling and stroking.
She nibbled and sucked at his bottom lip, coaxing soft unconscious moans from his throat.
All the while, her hips undulated sensually, working Alan's rapidly stiffening cock in the slick, cum-drenched confines of her pussy.
The obscene wet sounds of their coupling filled the room as she ground down on him, smearing their combined juices all over his groin.
Breaking the sloppy, ten-minute long kiss, Susan sat up, bracing her hands on Alan's chest as she started to bounce faster.
Her heavy titties swung hypnotically, drops of milk flying from the jiggling tips.
With a front row seat, Alan could see every detail of her gigantic J-cup tits.
Susan's enormous breasts were a sight to behold as they bounced and swayed above his helpless face. The sheer size and weight of them was astounding - each fleshy globe
had to weigh at least eight pounds, straining the confines of even her most supportive maternity bras.
Her areolas were massive, easily several inches in diameter and a deep dusky pink color that contrasted with the creamy pale skin of her breasts. They puckered and crinkled as her nipples stiffened into thick, rubbery peaks, jutting out nearly an inch from the surface of her areolas.
Since she was in the later stages of her pregnancy, milk leaked constantly from Susan's engorged nipples, the flow increasing with each bounce and jiggle, leaving her chest shiny and slick. The sight was obscenely erotic, a primal signal of her overflowing fecundity and ripeness.
Her cleavage was a shadowed cavern, a gaping line between the massive swells of her tits where they pressed together.
That plush canyon seemed to go on forever, and Alan could only imagine motorboating that pillowy expanse or sliding his cock between those huge fun bags.
From his prone position, Alan was treated to the glorious undersides of his mother's breasts - soft expanses where the skin looked thinner and the blue tracery of veins was more prominent.
Her nipples swung tantalizingly close to his face, leaking droplets of sweet milk onto his slack lips with each thrust of her undulating hips.
Susan's breasts simply defied gravity, jutting straight out from her chest, high and firm despite their enormous size
and weight. The silky skin was taut and flawless, stretched over their ripe fullness. They moved like water balloons, jiggling with the slightest movement, nipples drawing hypnotic circles in the air.
It was a view most men could only dream about - the huge, milk-swollen breasts of a lactating MILF bouncing mere inches from one's face. And Alan was treated to this erotic display in the most forbidden, taboo fashion imaginable - as those giant maternal tits swayed above him while his own mother rode his cock, using him for her depraved pleasure.
The sight seared itself into Alan's drugged mind, an image of ultimate female sexual power and depravity.
He felt an illicit thrill, his cock iron-hard inside his mom's tight, wet cunt despite the wrongness of the situation. Some base, animal part of his psyche was darkly aroused by being used this way, reduced to a mindless fuck toy for his desperate, sex-starved mother and female relatives.
"That's it baby, get nice and hard again for mommy," Susan panted, clenching her inner muscles around him. "Gonna take this big dick in my ass now, gonna let you violate mommy in the dirtiest way."
With a moan of loss and a gush of fluids, she lifted herself off his rigid shaft.
Reaching back, she pulled her plump ass cheeks apart, revealing her tiny pink rosebud. "Do you see it, baby?
Mommy's tight little asshole that's gonna milk your cock so good?"
She rubbed the spongy head of his erection against her crinkled hole, shuddering at the illicit contact. Then, slowly, holding his dick in place, she began to sink down, breaching her anal ring with the thick flare of his cockhead. "Oh God baby, yesssss," she hissed, throwing her head back as inch after inch of his throbbing pole disappeared into her backdoor. "Splitting mommy open, stuffing my ass so full!"
The burning stretch was exquisite, the taboo depravity of her son sodomizing her heightening every sensation as it sunk into her bowels.
Susan worked her wide hips, bouncing on Alan's steel-hard shaft as it reamed her most forbidden hole, grunting and babbling filth. "That's it, fuck mommy's ass! Use my shitter like your personal cocksleeve! Ruin it for anyone else!"
Lost to the world, in the privacy of her home, Susan rode her comatose son with wild abandon, her body jolting from the force of her motions.
Droplets of milk and sweat flew, slicking their writhing forms. Her pregnant belly swayed heavily, rippling with each impact of her ass against his groin.
Underneath her, Alan stared up through drugged, half-mast eyes, watching his mother debase herself on his cock.
He felt every clench and flutter of her searingly hot asshole around his aching erection, every lewd squelch as she impaled herself over and over.
Having gotten one strong ejaculation out of his system, Susan knew he could last longer this time to allow her to get off multiple times.
Taking full advantage of Alan's comatose stamina, Susan rode his thick cock relentlessly, grinding her stretched asshole down on his root before rising up until just the tip remained inside, only to slam back down again.
The heavy slap of skin on skin echoed obscenely through Alan's bedroom as she fucked herself on her son's raging erection with wild abandon.
"Yes, yes, YES! Mommy's cumming on your big dick again!" she wailed, her body seizing up as another powerful orgasm ripped through her, juices gushing from her neglected pussy.
She thrashed and spasmed atop him, her ass clenching rhythmically around his plundering shaft, milking him for all he was worth.
But Alan's drug-addled body was primed for endurance now, his youthful virility able to withstand the crushing grip of his mother's climaxing bowels. As Susan shuddered through her peak, he remained rock hard inside her, ready to continue servicing her depraved needs.
Panting, Susan rolled her hips, stirring Alan's steely length in the cum-slicked confines of her rectum. "Such a good boy, staying nice and stiff for mommy. Gonna make me come over and over on this perfect cock, aren't you baby?"
She began to ride him again, slower this time, savoring the drag of his thick inches along her sensitive anal walls.
Her face was etched in wanton bliss, tits bouncing heavily, as she used her son's meat-pole to stoke her pleasure higher once more.
Alan could only watch through glassy eyes, a prisoner in his own violated body, as his mother's ass swallowed his cock again and again. He felt the build up of another orgasm tingling at the base of his spine, his balls drawing up tight, but it remained maddeningly out of reach as Susan selfishly chased her own release.
The mother's asshole stretched obscenely around Alan's pumping cock, the puckered ring clinging to his girth as he pistoned in and out.
The tender pink walls of her rectum gripped him like a vise, slick and searing hot, rippling along his throbbing length with each thrust.
Alan's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Inside, his mother's anal passage was a tight, clutching sheath, silky soft tissues massaging every ridge and vein of his plundering erection. Her inner muscles fluttered and spasmed, milking his driving shaft, trying to coax out his seed to flood her forbidden channel.
Strings of clinging mucus clung to Alan's cock each time he withdrew, only to be forced back deep inside as he crammed into her again. Flecks of her bowel movement smeared his rigid pole, a filthy reminder of just how thoroughly he was violating his own mother's most taboo orifice.
Susan's asshole made obscene squelching noises each time Alan's thick cock head popped past her straining sphincter, the sound echoing lewdly through the room.
Her heavy ass cheeks jiggled and shook with each hammering impact of his pelvis, quivering globes of pale flesh rippling like jello.
Alan felt every quiver, every clench and spasm of his mom's molten hot asshole around his sensitive cock. The sensations were maddening, keeping him painfully hard but just shy of the orgasm he so desperately craved. He was completely at the mercy of Susan's voracious anal appetite as she used him to sate her depraved lusts.
"Mmmm baby, your cock feels so good rearranging mommy's guts," Susan groaned, grinding her hips in slow, filthy circles.
She reached back to press a finger into her straining asshole alongside Alan's thrusting meat, shuddering at the added stretch. "Love having my ass stuffed full of my son's big dick. Gonna make me cum so hard..."
She began to ride him faster, the wet slap of flesh on flesh filling the room once more as she impaled herself on his rigid shaft with increasing urgency, chasing yet another mind- bending anal orgasm.
Her fingers strummed her swollen clit as her heavy tits slapped together, spraying droplets of milk everywhere.
Through the drugged fog, Alan wondered dimly just how long his mother would continue to use his helpless body, violating
his cock with her ravenous asshole. How many more degrading orgasms would she wring from him before she was finally sated? And when she was done with him, which of his other depraved female relatives would claim their turn next?
For nearly an hour, Susan savagely rode Alan's rigid cock, cumming over and over on his throbbing hardness as it pummeled her grasping asshole.
Her heavy pregnant belly and milk-laden tits bounced wildly as she slammed herself up and down, impaling her stretched sphincter on her son's thick pole.
Grunts and wails of ecstasy poured from her lips as she chased orgasm after mind-shattering orgasm, her juices gushing from her neglected pussy to soak Alan's groin. She babbled incoherently about about how good her baby boy's cock felt splitting open her forbidden hole.
Powerful spasms wracked her pregnant body, centered deep in her core. Inside her gravid womb, the muscles contracted rhythmically, squeezing and massaging the developing baby.
Awash in a soup of hormones and endorphins from Susan's multiple climaxes, the fetus twisted and churned, its movements adding to her pleasure. The clenching of her uterine walls put pressure on her swollen, sensitive cervix, which was being battered by the head of Alan's pistoning cock in her ass.
Surges of oxytocin, the bonding hormone released during orgasm, flooded Susan's body and permeated through the
placental barrier. The baby's heart rate increased, syncing up with its mother's racing pulse as it absorbed the chemical signals of her sexual peak.
Blood engorged Susan's pelvic region, her womb and vagina pulsing and throbbing as climax after climax crashed through her. The increased circulation nourished the fetus with oxygen and nutrients even as its mother used its unconscious brother as a living sex toy.
Ripples and flutters passed through the amniotic fluid as the baby quivered and twitched in response to the erotic sensations bombarding it. On some primal level, it could feel the hard rod of its brother's cock pounding its mother's ass, separated by only a thin wall of tissue.
As Susan's orgasms built to a final, utterly shattering crescendo, her womb clamped down hard, squeezing the fetus in a full-body embrace of ecstasy. The amniotic sac bulged and pressed against her cervix, which clenched and unclenched rapidly, massaging the head of Alan's cock through the membrane of her anal wall.
The baby jerked and spasmed as it was inundated by the maelstrom of sensation, nerves firing wildly even in its unfinished state.
With a banshee howl, Susan came harder than she ever had before, an earth-shattering explosion of rapture centered in her contracting womb. Her pussy clenched and sprayed, clear fluid squirting from her urethra in a massive gush.
Alan remained hard as steel inside her, his drug-induced stamina allowing him to endure the clenching, rippling inferno of his mother's bowels as she used him selfishly for her pleasure.
He felt the pressure building in his balls with each thrust, his body straining for release, but Susan's greedy ass kept him teetering just on the edge.
He wondered deliriously if she would ever let him cum, or if she would simply continue sodomizing herself on his aching erection until she had wrung every last drop of twisted enjoyment from his helpless form. The filthy squelching of her ravaged anus devouring his shaft and the wet slap of her fleshy ass against his hips seemed to go on forever.
Finally, just as Alan thought he might go mad from the relentless sensation, Susan stiffened above him, her eyes rolling back as the biggest orgasm yet crashed through her exhausted body. Her asshole spasmed and fluttered wildly, clamping down on his throbbing cock like a silken vice.
Alan's balls drew up and he exploded, his pent up load blasting into Susan's contracting rectum in seemingly endless spurts.
She shrieked and convulsed atop him as she felt her son's hot seed flooding her ravaged back passage, triggering yet another gut-wrenching climax.
They shuddered and twitched together for a long moment, lost in the throes of their obscene mutual peak, before Susan collapsed heavily onto Alan's chest, his rigid cock still buried
in the cum-drenched grip of her rectum. She nuzzled his slack face, peppering his cheeks with kisses.
"Mmmm, that was incredible, baby," she purred, clenching her sore asshole around him. "Mommy's gonna be walking funny for days after the reaming you just gave me. Such a good boy, letting me use this perfect cock however I want."
With a groan, she pulled herself off him, his member slipping free with a wet pop and a gush of semen from her gaping anus.
Susan settled beside Alan on the bed, curling into his side and resting her head on his chest. She sighed contentedly, feeling his cum slowly leaking from her well-used asshole. Her body buzzed with satisfaction after the depraved anal reaming she had just taken from her comatose son.
She was tempted to shove him back inside her cunt for round three, but her husband was due home soon and she knew she needed to clean up the evidence of her incestuous depravity. With a regretful sigh, Susan pressed a final kiss to Alan's slack lips before heaving herself off the bed.
The mother padded to the bathroom, feeling the delicious ache in her ravaged holes with each step. Thick globs of cum dribbled down her inner thighs from her gaping, well- used asshole and pussy.
In the mirror, she admired her disheveled appearance - hair a wild mess, heavy tits and belly shiny with sweat and milk, face flushed with the afterglow of countless orgasms.
Wetting a washcloth, she wiped the worst of the cum and juices from between her legs before waddling back to the bedroom.
Alan lay motionless on the bed, his limp cock coated in semen and anal fluids. Lovingly, Susan cleaned him off, taking a moment to tenderly lick the last pearls of spunk from the tip of his soft penis.
After straightening the rumpled sheets and fluffing the pillows around Alan, Susan dressed in a fresh maternity gown, the cotton straining over her engorged breasts and swollen belly.
She finger combed her hair into some semblance of order and sprayed a bit of air freshener to mask the pungent aroma of sex that hung heavy in the room.
Just as she was giving Alan a final fond look, she heard the front door open and close, signaling her husband's arrival home. With a secretive smile, Susan slipped out of the bedroom, secure in the knowledge that her new sex toy would be waiting for her whenever she needed servicing again.
She was already plotting how to get the rest of the female relatives over for their turn defiling Alan's helpless body.
Descending the stairs with a slight wince at the tenderness in her ass and cunt, Susan pasted on an innocent smile as she greeted her husband. Inside, she was practically giddy with excitement at all the debauched adventures to come
now that Alan was her comatose plaything to be used at her leisure. Life was about to get very, very interesting.
"Did you fuck him yet?" Jenna whispered to her mother once her father left the table.
Jenna leaned in close to her mother as soon as her father left the kitchen, her eyes gleaming with salacious curiosity. Susan glanced around to make sure they were alone before whispering back.
"I did. Twice," she confessed, her cheeks pinkening at the memory of her depraved transgressions with Alan's unconscious body. "Once in my pussy and then...in my ass."
Jenna's eyes widened and she let out a low whistle. "Damn, Mom. You really went for it. How was it?"
A dreamy look crossed Susan's face as she recalled the intense, forbidden pleasure of riding her comatose son's impressive cock, milking him with her cunt and bowels. "It was incredible," she sighed. "He stayed hard forever and I came so many times I lost count. Having him completely at my mercy, free to use however I wanted...God, it was euphoric."
"How is it even possible for him to stay so hard like that after ejaculating?"
"Well, I did some research this morning and found out some interesting facts," Susan answered. "Apparently, in some coma patients, the sacral reflex can cause an erection even
without mental arousal. And the chemicals keeping Alan sedated may be suppressing his refractory period, allowing him to maintain an erection after orgasm."
"So his cock is just like a living dildo for us to use whenever we want?" Jenna asked eagerly, an excited flush rising to her cheeks.
"Essentially, yes," Susan confirmed with a nod. "He has no control over his physical responses. We can stimulate him to erection, use his hard cock for our pleasure, make him cum, and he'll just stay stiff and ready for more almost immediately."
"And he can just…continue to ejaculate?" Jenna asked with an awe-stricken expression..
Susan nodded, a wicked gleam in her eye. "From what I understand, yes. A young man's body is designed to produce erections and semen continuously, especially at Alan's age. The medications are suppressing the normal limits, so his cock will just keep getting hard again and again, and his balls will keep churning out more cum no matter how many times we milk him dry."
Jenna gaped at her mother, trying to wrap her head around the lewd biological details. "So it's like he has a never-ending supply of erections and sperm for us to use? We could literally fuck him for hours or days on end?"
"In theory, yes," Susan confirmed. "His body will just keep responding and producing. The ultimate male fuck toy at our
constant disposal." She shivered at the deliciously depraved possibilities.
"Wow," Jenna breathed, squeezing her thighs together as arousal coursed through her at the thought of having unfettered access to her brother's perpetually hard cock and balls. "His dick and balls are basically just tools for our pleasure now. Living sex organs to satisfy us whenever we want."
"Exactly," Susan purred. "And speaking of his balls, I did some more research on that too. Apparently, the average male produces 525 billion sperm cells over a lifetime. Alan is young and virile, so his testicles are working overtime to pump out millions of sperm a day. Even if we drained him over and over, he'd just produce more."
Jenna's eyes were the size of saucers. "525 BILLION? Are you serious? No wonder his balls looked so full and heavy! God, can you imagine the size of the loads he'll give us access to?" She fanned herself, feeling overheated.
"Mmm, I don't have to imagine. I already experienced it," Susan said smugly. "When he came in my ass, it felt like a firehose. He just kept spurting and pumping what felt like gallons of hot cum into me. It was incredible."
"Fuck, I can't wait to feel that," Jenna moaned. "To have his big dick throbbing and pulsing in my tight little cunt while he hoses my insides with all that potent jizz… I'm getting wet just thinking about it!"
Jenna squirmed in her seat, her own pussy growing damp at the thought of taking her own liberties with Alan's helpless form. "I can't wait for my turn with him," she said, voice husky with lust. "Ever since I saw his cock at the hospital, I haven't been able to stop thinking about what it would feel like stretching out my tight little holes."
Susan nodded, a wicked gleam in her eye. "You're gonn love it, sweetie. In fact, I was thinking we should get all the women together this weekend for a family orgy with our new toy. Your aunts have been blowing up my phone begging for their chance to rape his cock."
"Fuck yes," Jenna agreed eagerly. "We can all take turns riding him and sitting on his face. Use his mouth, cock and hands to get us off over and over. He can be our personal fucktoy to satisfy everyone's needs."
"Mmm, it's gonna be a regular pussy buffet for him," Susan purred, already imagining the sight of Alan's rigid shaft plundering his female relatives' dripping cunts and grasping assholes as they defiled him to their hearts' content. "Our poor boy is gonna be swimming in cunt juice by the time we're done with him."
The two women shared a conspiratorial laugh, perverse excitement buzzing between them at the prospect of the upcoming familial debauchery. Susan could still feel the ghost of Alan's thick cock pulsing in her ass and she clenched involuntarily, fresh arousal blooming at her core.
She knew it was wrong on every level to molest her own son in his vulnerable state and to plot his further violations with
the rest of the family. But that knowledge only made the depravity that much sweeter. She was drunk on the power of having such a virile young male completely at the mercy of her own lusts and perversions, to be used as she saw fit.
"If I promise not to scream when I cum, can I go in and fuck him right now?" Jenna pleaded. "Dad will just think I'm in my room doing my homework."
Jenna gave her mother a pleading look, practically squirming with the need to go debase herself on her brother's comatose body. "Please Mom? I'll be quiet, I swear. I just need to feel that big dick splitting me open so bad."
Susan hesitated for only a moment before nodding. The depravity of giving her daughter permission to rape her own son sent a dark thrill through her. "Alright, but no screaming. We can't let your father catch on to what's going on."
"Yes! Thank you!" Jenna squealed quietly, bouncing in her seat.
Her heavy tits jiggled in her low-cut top, drawing Susan's gaze.
"Go take what you need from your brother. And don't forget to clean up after."
Jenna didn't need to be told twice. She bolted up from the table and crept up the stairs, casting a furtive glance at the living room where she could hear her father watching TV. Her pulse raced and her pussy throbbed as she slipped into Alan's room, locking the door behind her.