Derpy Mom by Anonyomous


                                            >Have momma Derpy

                                            >She works as a mail carrier and is a bundle of sunshine wherever she goes

                                            >Always super optimistic and sweet if a little clumsy

                                            >Not to mention thicc

                                            >With a thick thighs, wide hips, and big tits

                                            >Constantly falling over which leaves her plump butt sticking up in the air

                                            >Stumbling around and making her chest bounce as her uniform top always strains like it might come undone

                                            >Her antics always makes you think she's like an anime character

                                            >Which annoys you that it's your mom

                                            >If any other woman was like this you'd just think she too lewd for her own good

                                            >Another thing that annoys you is she's painfully innocent and naïve

                                            >She's like a kid often, and never lets you do anything wild

                                            >Not even see violent and naughty movies

                                            >You do watch some lewd anime in secret though

                                            >This evening when Mom got home she greeted you with a carefree wave as she strolled up to you

                                            >Then tripped forward onto you

                                            >Her chest pressing into your face

                                            >You immediately push her off and help her stand upright

                                            >She thinks nothing of it of course

                                            >"Thanks for catching me!"

                                            >Then pats your head before heading into the house with a skip

                                            >However you head into your room to watch some anime

                                            >Get your mind on something lewd besides your mom

                                            >You have a tv and dvd player hidden in your closet where you'll watch it

                                            >Completely different from the entertainment center set up in your room normally

                                            >Your set up in the closet isn't secret agent spy base level hidden though

                                            >Really you think the only reason she hasn't found it is she's had no reason or suspicion to look for it

                                            >You pick a favorite in your collection and start watching it

                                            >Cute waifus fill the screen and lewd imaginings that have nothing to do with what happened earlier fill your mind

                                            >"What are you doing in your closet? You're so silly."

                                            >You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear your mom's voice behind you

                                            >"I just want to let you know I'm making muffins for desert."

                                            >She then stares at the small tv you'd had your own eyes glued to

                                            >It's too late to just turn it off now, but she sits looking so confused you wonder if she's okay

                                            >"Hey, is this that 'An-ie-may' I'd heard about? They say that stuff is extremely perverted..."

                                            >She then visually has the thought about what it would 'do to you' to watch it

                                            >"Oh my! I can't let you watch something like that!"

                                            >You've got to try to calm her down

                                            "It's okay, Mom! Anime isn't like that! It's totally wholesome and innocent! I swear!"

                                            >She looks between you and the tv a few times

                                            >Looking doubtful, but in the end deciding to trust you

                                            >Some anime really is wholesome and innocent

                                            >Even if the anime you were watching really is like she said...

                                            >"I'll leave you to it then. Just don't be late for dinner."

                                            >She then turns around and walks out to go do whatever

                                            >It almost feels over, but you have a gut feeling that it'd be stupid to think this would blow over so easy

                                            >If she does any digging at all it wouldn't be hard for her to find out the truth


                                            >You keep watching, but end up getting paranoid

                                            >Turning your head on a swivel to look behind you every time you hear any kind of sound besides the tv in front of you

                                            >Then comes time for dinner

                                            >You turn it off before noticing your neck hurts from turning your head so much

                                            >Heading into the kitchen you're greeted by a sight that's very... Unusual

                                            >With her back turned in the kitchen it looks like she's wearing a sweater

                                            >She hardly ever wears anything like that

                                            >Then she turns around and you see it's no ordinary sweater

                                            >There's a hole in it over her chest shaped like a cat

                                            >The hole looks like she cut it out herself from a regular sweater

                                            >Yet it's so revealing you bite your lip before you realize it

                                            >It's enough boob window you're pretty sure she's not wearing a bra under it

                                            >You feel like the meme of the guy holding like fifty towels desperately trying to contain his sweat

                                            >"I looked up some stuff that seemed cute while cooking, and I saw a dance too!"

                                            >She holds her hand up to the top of her head like her hands are cat ears and starts bouncing and swaying side to side

                                            >Her chest moves... Well... Accordingly...

                                            >Your eyes follow like there's a bomb in your head that'd go off if you lost track with where either nipple was with either of your eyes

                                            >Then it occurs to you that you can tell beyond any doubt where they are

                                            >She's already done stuff that'd have you beating your dick dry for days if you saw it in an anime

                                            >In fact your pretty sure you're so hard you could chisel diamonds

                                            >She finishes her dance and you try your damndest to hide the tent in your pants

                                            >"That was cute, right?"

                                            >She asks innocently

                                            "Yeah, yeah... Cute..."

                                            >You respond while feeling like all the blood in your body had rushed downstairs

                                            >"I hope you like the sweater too! It was like a fun crafting project!"

                                            >She says as you can't even imagine how to respond without saying the obvious

                                            "Yup, and wholesome too... So wholesome... Just wholesome..."

                                            >Practically muttering while trying not to stare too much

                                            >Then you remember 'no bra' and want to bite your lip so hard it'd make you bleed

                                            >You sit down for dinner quickly while hoping she didn't see you walk funny

                                            >She comes over and the fact that it's just the sweater containing them makes them bounce and move constantly

                                            >It feels like both the best thing ever and the worst thing ever at the same time that you got caught watching your anime

                                            >You eat while trying to distract yourself away from her with literally anything else

                                            >"Can you recommend some for me to watch?"

                                            >She asks like she genuinely wants to watch anime now

                                            >The first names that come to mind are no good

                                            >You try to think of some of the anime that genuinely is wholesome and innocent

                                            >Your mind is blank

                                            >Damn it!

                                            >Why did you have to such a pervert with it?!

                                            >Why couldn't you be more prepared and actually know off your head some anime that isn't soft core smut?!


                                            >You decide to try an evasive maneuver

                                            "I'm not sure what you'd like, and there's so much out there. You could find one you think looks nice."

                                            >She has a lightbulb moment after you say that

                                            >"Oh yeah! I do have that streaming service, and I think it did have this stuff on it."

                                            >Hopefully she'll find a genuinely wholesome show without you having to name it

                                            >You feel blue balls coming on by the time dinner ends

                                            >Mom gets up from the table first

                                            >"I'm gonna head to my room. Remember not to stay up too late!"

                                            >She says before giving you a kiss on the forehead

                                            >Your eyes gravitate down, but you try to force them to stay up towards her face

                                            >Once she was out of the room you felt like you could try to wind down

                                            >The image of her tits in that keyhole sweater bouncing is seared into your mind

                                            >You genuinely hope she watches some wholesome anime

                                            >Yet you severely doubt anything but escalation will happen

                                            >After heading to your room you 'relive your stress'

                                            >Then head to bed

                                            >Getting a good night's sleep should take your mind off of things

                                            >In the morning you're woken up by Mom hugging you awake

                                            >"Time for my morning dose of sonium!"

                                            >She says while giggling and squeezing you

                                            >It reminds you of an overly affectionate mom character from an anime

                                            >That mom from the anime would say she needs 'sonium' as an excuse to touch and hold him

                                            >Of course she'd pick up something like that...

                                            >"You were right! Anime is wholsesome! Seeing such a sweet and loving relationship was so nice!'

                                            >You're not surprised she missed the part where the son was annoyed by it

                                            >If you weren't so sure of how innocent your mom is you'd wonder if she chose incest bait to focus her attention on purpose

                                            >"I love you sooooo much!"

                                            >She says in a gushy voice while swinging you back and forth in her arms

                                            >Then she kisses your cheek a few times before squeezing you super tight

                                            "Aren't I a little old for this?"

                                            >You ask hoping she'd give you a break

                                            >"No way! No such thing as too old for motherly affection, and the more motherly affection the better! The show opened my eyes to it!"

                                            >Your mom was worried about you being corrupted by anime, but now you're worried she is

                                            "There has to be a limit to how far that can go, right?"

                                            >You ask hoping for her to draw a line in the sand for herself

                                            >"Well, of course!"

                                            >She responds without being specific

                                            >Hugging you a bit more before changing the subject

                                            >"You wouldn't want to miss breakfast, right?"

                                            >Without even letting you get dressed she carries you in your PJs to the dinning room

                                            >Sitting you down in front of a heart shaped omelet with 'Love you!' written on it in ketchup

                                            >This...

                                            >This is definitely going to get out of hand if you don't do something, but what?

                                            >You'd say something sarcastic about her acting like your girlfriend, but you don't want to give her ideas


                                            >Actually, you don't see how you can talk about this without saying the words 'relationship', or 'girlfriend'

                                            "You... Do know what it's a girlfriend who'd make a meal this way right?"

                                            >"Or a mom who loves her son!"

                                            >She responds sincerely while swaying in rhythm with her voice

                                            >The way she said it made it impossible not to probe her more

                                            "The way a girlfriend would?"

                                            >She chuckles a little before answering

                                            >"Don't be silly, my muffin! Now finish up your breakfast or you'll be late for school!"

                                            >Seeing the time you hurry up worried there already isn't enough time to catch the bus on time

                                            >It's a blur as you push all other thoughts aside and run onto the bus just as it looks like it's about to leave

                                            >While on the bus you get some time to think

                                            >Something feels off about that last thing she says

                                            >It bugs you in the back of your mind as you go through a day of classes

                                            >In one of your later classes it hits you

                                            >It was her calling you 'my muffin'

                                            >She'd never called you that before, but you had heard it from somewhere

                                            >From hearing it was her cute couples name she liked to use, including with your dad...

                                            >Was that some kind of slip up on her part?

                                            >You feel bad suspecting her since she's always so innocent, but sometimes you wonder

                                            >Like there might actually be more going on behind her simple and purely honest looking eyes than you'd think

                                            >Before school ends you think about how to 'find out'

                                            >You consider suggesting having a girl over for normal reasons and see how she reacts

                                            >What if she gets jealous and refuses it?

                                            >The more you think about it the more you want to see how she'd really react

                                            >When you got back home Mom arrived around the same time

                                            >She jumped at you and hugged you tight

                                            >Time to make a gamble...

                                            "Say Mom, I was thinking of inviting one of my teachers Mrs.Harshwinney over to help me study a little."

                                            >At the last minute you decided on saying a teacher because they'd be older like Mom

                                            >As well as picking the grumpiest and least appealing teacher you could, but you worry after saying it that might ruin it

                                            >Make her not jealous when she would have been if you'd said someone else

                                            >She squeezes you super hard and whines

                                            >Apparently maybe Mom would

                                            >"NNnoooooo! Having a girl over is no good! You have me! I can help you study!"

                                            >She whines some more

                                            >"If it's an excuse to do kissy stuff we could do that too!"

                                            >You had to speak up right away

                                            "Ewww! Gross! Why would you think I'd want to do that with a teacher, and Harshwinney even?!"

                                            >She squeezes you so tight you hack and choke a little

                                            >"Because you're a horny and vulnerable boy who's being led astraaay!"

                                            >She swings you in her arms while talking like you're falling in with a bad crowd in a public service announcement

                                            "Why would doing that with you be better?!"

                                            >You ask getting back to the topic at hand

                                            >"Because our love is pure and wholesome! Just like in the anime! So it couldn't be perverted for us to do kissy stuff!"

                                            >You wonder how that'd be her takeaway from watching anime


                                            "Never mind Mom, I don't really need help studying that bad..."

                                            >"Nonsense! I'll help you with any school subject!"

                                            >You think of and then immediately shoot down the idea of mentioning sex ed

                                            >One thing that ought to get her bored really quick is math

                                            "It's just some math stuff. If you'd rather not I can handle it."

                                            >"I know math isn't my best subject, but I'll do my best for you!"

                                            >She's so wonderfully optimistic it makes you feel bad this whole thing about help studying was made up

                                            >She insists on following you to your room to help

                                            >You get out your math textbook and start working on your homework

                                            >It's almost funny how watching how Mom looks at the math problems she definitely has more trouble with it than you

                                            >She soon gets bored and it seems like she might give up on 'helping you study'

                                            >Then before you know it she's hugging you and gearing up to kiss

                                            "Come on, Mom!"

                                            >"This is boring! A boy and an girl never actually study together!"

                                            >Even if that's true, this is different

                                            >Her curves and especially her chest against you make it nearly impossible to not 'react' despite yourself

                                            >You think of one thing to say to try de-escalate things

                                            "They don't make out in anime! In fact they hardly even kiss!"

                                            >It's true even

                                            >If there's anything that they hold back on it's kissing

                                            >"That's one thing that they might be too wholesome about. They're clearly in a relationship. So why don't they kiss more?"

                                            >You suppose they do tend dance around the issue of relationships

                                            "Also the way you're holding me is a little..."

                                            >You want to bring up her pressing herself into you but aren't sure how to say it 'politely'

                                            >"It happens all the time. So there's no reason to be self conscious about my muffins touching you! It's fine!"

                                            >It would surprise you to hear she'd ever even been aware of it before

                                            >Much less being self conscious about it

                                            >In fact the more they press and rub against you the more it feels like she's doing it on purpose now

                                            >"Now, where was I?"

                                            >She asks herself while thinking about it

                                            >"Oh yeah!"

                                            >Saying before giving you a kiss on the lips

                                            >Then more kisses come in rapidly as she goes wild with it

                                            >You push her off of you, and holding her by her shoulders your eyes are drawn to her chest

                                            >Which bounces a little as her overly tight uniform top still struggles to hold together

                                            >She's not bothered by this

                                            >"Now you kiss me!"

                                            >Then waits with her lips puckered for you to start kissing her like it's your turn or something

                                            "Isn't this going too far for us? Like for people who are actually in a relationship?"

                                            >"We are in a relationship though."

                                            >She responds in a tone like it's common sense

                                            >"Mother and son is the most pure and intimate kind of relationship!"

                                            >You're pretty sure she didn't get that from an anime

                                            "What told you that? I've never seen an anime that had anything like that in it."

                                            >She tried real hard to remember

                                            >"Well, not in the anime itself, but I read from some people online that's what it meant."

                                            >She really is too naive


                                            "You know not to just believe anything you read online, right?"

                                            >Damn shippers don't know how they're messing up your poor sweet innocent mom

                                            >Well, actually it's not their fault she's like this

                                            >They were talking about the show, and likely weren't actually trying to make her think it should apply to her

                                            >"Just how gullible to you think I am?!"

                                            >She says sounding insulted

                                            >"I talked to several people, and they all agreed that a intimate loving mother/son relationship is the best. Besides... Who would just go on the internet and lie?"

                                            >Plenty would

                                            >Actually most stuff online is bullshit, and that's a fact

                                            "Even is some people online said that... Incest is still illegal, you know?"

                                            >She holds you closer before responding

                                            >"That's cause they don't understand! They don't get it that mothers and sons are meant to be together forever! Besides, it's not incest if we don't have sex!"

                                            >You're surprised she mentioned sex

                                            >Sometimes you've wondered if she even knows about sex despite having you

                                            >She's never talked about anything close to it around you before

                                            "So you definitely don't expect that to happen, right?"

                                            >You honestly don't know how she'll respond to that

                                            >"I... I don't know... It's been so long since your father was around... I..."

                                            >She sniffles a little and it looks like she might cry

                                            >You really don't want her to cry

                                            >Patting her head you try to calm her down

                                            "There, there, Mom. Don't cry."

                                            >She hugs you super tight and kisses you a few times

                                            >"I knew you'd understand!"

                                            "I don't want you to cry, but we can't do that!"

                                            >She sniffles some more

                                            >"Why not? Don't you love me?"

                                            >Her sorrowful tone makes you want to give in, but you know you shouldn't

                                            "I do love you, but not that way..."

                                            >You wing it trying to come up with another reason to say

                                            "Besides I..."

                                            >You pause to give yourself more time to think

                                            "Have a girlfriend?..."

                                            >You don't actually have a girlfriend, but if you did it'd be a 'good reason'

                                            >She's not happy hearing that, but she's more angry than sad

                                            >"I bet it's that Harshwinney woman isn't it?! How could you do this to me?! It's so...! Dishonest and unfaithful"

                                            >She implied cheating on her without actually saying it

                                            >Also why Harshwinney?!

                                            "Oh, Mom! Could you get off of talking about her! I'd never want her as a girlfriend!"

                                            >"You don't have to lie to spare my feelings..."

                                            >She says while sniffling again

                                            >"She's a super smart and sexy girlfriend with bigger breasts than me... Isn't she?!"

                                            >Now she's putting herself down...

                                            "Mom... She's a grumpy teacher who always scowls at everyone, and I mentioned her when talking about studying earlier because I didn't want you to be jealous! Besides your breasts are plenty big!"

                                            >You immediately wish you hadn't added that last part

                                            >She perks up a little and pushes up her chest with her hands a little from the bottom

                                            >Before playfully gesturing towards you

                                            >"Oh, you!"

                                            >She then remembers what you were talking about

                                            >"I'm gonna have a talk with her, and you'd better not be lying!"


                                            >You hope she can talk to Harshwinney as soon as possible so it can be over with

                                            >Since your sure Harshwinney would just call your mom crazy for asking if she's a student's girlfriend

                                            >Though you don't have her phone number or anything

                                            >Mom seems to have that covered though

                                            >She finds a sheet of paper with the phone numbers of basically every member of your school's staff

                                            >You guess it makes sense for parents to have a quick reference for contacting any school staff they need to speak to

                                            >Definitely not commonly for a reason like this

                                            >She fumbles with her phone for a bit before successfully dialing the number Harshwinney gave for the listing

                                            >The phone rings and is very quickly picked up

                                            >"Yes, this is Mrs.Harshwinney speaking. Who might this be?"

                                            >Mom clears her throat before answering

                                            >"I'm a ummm... 'Concerned party' and with all due respect I'm calling to ask... Do you have a boyfriend?"

                                            >Mom's breaking out the big words for this one

                                            >You can hear a heavy sigh from the other end of the phone

                                            >"Could people stop asking that?! Of course I have one! I do! I swear!"

                                            >Mom shoots a glare at you before returning her attention to the phone

                                            >Fuming a bit before speaking

                                            >"I knew it! Anon said you weren't his girlfriend, but I had a gut feeling that was the case!"

                                            >Mom really jumped to conclusions on that one

                                            >Why can't she consider that she has a boyfriend who isn't you?

                                            >"Why... Yes! That's who I meant! Anon is my boyfriend! Of course he tried to hide it since students and teacher are forbidden from dating, but he is my boyfriend! Which proves I have one! I'm not just a bitter cat lady! I do have a boyfriend!"

                                            >She rants before catching her breath afterwards

                                            >"Will that be all?"

                                            >She asks trying to sound composed

                                            >Mom fumes before speaking

                                            >"No that will not 'be all'! That's bad! He's supposed to be with me! He's mine! Also you already mentioned how students and teachers dating is bad!... So um... That's also bad!"

                                            >Of course Mom was way more concerned with who is supposed to be your 'girlfriend' than rules

                                            >You think Harshwinney picked up on that

                                            >"No, no. no, no! You can't dangle something like that in front of me only to snatch it away from me! He's mine, and I'll prove it!"

                                            >"Oh yeah?! How?!"

                                            >Mom asks angrily

                                            >"Let's see... Uhmmm... Check his phone and you'll see naughty pictures of me on it!"

                                            >Ha!

                                            >There definitely isn't

                                            >Then your phone blows up with notifications

                                            >You're being sent pictures of her...

                                            >Lounging is sexy poses with a see through nightgown on

                                            >Also you notice her tits are actually huge

                                            >You never noticed before either because her pantsuit restricts them, or her personality turned you off so much you didn't look long enough to notice

                                            >While you're trying to process what you're looking at Mom takes your phone

                                            >If she knew who to check timestamps she'd see they were sent just now, but she's not tech savvy at all

                                            >It's a miracle she can even use her smart phone to make calls

                                            >"You have a lot of explaining to do mister!"


                                            "This is a set up! They were sent just now! Look at the timestamps!"

                                            >You say to defend yourself

                                            >"And why does she have your phone number to begin with?"

                                            >You can't answer that

                                            >As in you really don't know

                                            >Best you can come up with is you had to give her your number as part of some school activity where she might need to call you

                                            >Before you can say that she chimes in

                                            >"He gave me his phone number so we could exchange pictures like this. I have dick pics from him."

                                            >She's exasperated by this

                                            >"No you don't! Come down here and prove it! Show them to me!"

                                            >Mom sounds like she just wants to look at pictures of your dick the way she said it

                                            >"How would you even know? Have you seen his dick before?"

                                            >This is definitely getting weirder

                                            >"I have! I mean not recently, but I have!"

                                            >"Then how would you know if a dick pic was his or not?"

                                            >"I just will! Now come down here, or are you a coward?! Also why don't you live with him if you're supposedly so intimate?!"

                                            >Their voices get more intense as they argue

                                            >"Oh?! Is that what you want?! Well I can't! I have a rental agreement I can't just back out of!"

                                            >"It's because your 'relationship' isn't real! If it is I'll pay the fee for getting out of the rental contract, but you won't do it!"

                                            >"Oh I will! I'll pack right now!"

                                            >"No you won't! You won't show your face here!"

                                            >"You couldn't be more wrong! I definitely will!"

                                            >"If you show up I'll pony up the money!"

                                            >"So uhmmm. Where's the place?"

                                            >Harshwinney suddenly asks sounding a little embarrassed to have to ask

                                            >Mom calmly gives her the address without skipping a beat

                                            >"I still bet you won't show up!"

                                            >Then goes right back to her aggressive tone

                                            "If I show up with my luggage, won't you look foolish!"

                                            >"I don't need your help to look foolish, but you won't show up!"

                                            >"Oh yeah!!"

                                            >"Yeah!!!"

                                            >They then both hang up and Mom sits scowling in a way that's completely unlike her usual self

                                            >You open your mouth to speak before getting cut off

                                            >"Don't say anything Anon. You're in so much trouble I don't even know how to describe how much trouble you're in."

                                            >She says as you think it really would be best to stay quiet for now

                                            >Maybe if you wait a while and Harshwinney doesn't show up she'll return to her old self

                                            >You hope

                                            >It's an awkward time that feels like hours

                                            >Mom then comes up with something that improves her mood

                                            >"I just remembered it's a mother's duty to check her child's growth!"

                                            >She then dives into a kneeling position in front of you before starting to fiddle with your pants

                                            "Mom, what are you doing?"

                                            >You ask as she ignores you

                                            >She takes down your pants and looks at your dick when it pops free

                                            >Looking way too happy to not only see it, but see it's hard

                                            >"Yay! My muffin's muffin grew so well!"

                                            >She smiles warmly before continuing

                                            >"How well?... Well... The only true ways to measure would be with my mouth or pussy!"

                                            >Saying something you'd expect to hear from a hentai rather than an anime

                                            >Did Mom start watching hentai instead?


                                            >It looks like she's having a hard time deciding which she wants to do

                                            >You think you should stop her but your body is taking orders from the downstairs bit she's staring at

                                            >Just as she decides and moves her open mouth towards the tip the doorbell rings

                                            >Mom is frustrated to stop but does

                                            >You quickly pull up your pants as Mom goes to answer the door

                                            >When she opens the door you see Harshwinney with a single suitcase

                                            >She looks really confused and unsure of herself

                                            >While wearing a shorter skirt and V-neck top that shows off her breasts

                                            >Her usually insanely stern scowl making way for a look like she has no idea where she is and has no idea what will happen

                                            >It does seem a bit like she thought she was playing a game of chicken and is wondering if she might have been given a fake address

                                            >When she sees you through the open door she looks reassured she has the right place

                                            >Yet very nervous about what she'll do next

                                            >She ends up sitting there frozen

                                            >You can only imagine she's thinking 'boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend' repeatedly in her head

                                            >After a second or two you notice Mom is trying to talk to the frozen woman

                                            >Mom waves her hand in front of their face

                                            >"Hello?! Earth to homewrecker?! Can you hear me?!"

                                            >Once Harshwinney did move she was like a bolt of lightning

                                            >Pouncing on you before you could react

                                            >Grabbing hold of you in an air tight bear hug with a dreamy look on her face

                                            >As well as sighing feeling you in her arms like you were a drug she was getting high on

                                            >"All mine! All mine! A man! A young one at that! A cute young man!"

                                            >She then pants like a pervert while holding you extremely tight

                                            >Her huge breasts smothering your face

                                            >You're sure she'd be feeling you up if her arms weren't busy holding you like she thought you'd disappear if she loosened her grip even a little

                                            >You can hardly breathe

                                            >Much less argue with her or try to escape

                                            >However Mom comes to the rescue

                                            >"Aren't you getting ahead of yourself?!"

                                            >Mom says assertively while tapping her foot

                                            >Harshwinney recognizes the voice from over the phone

                                            >Then looking at her recognizes her face

                                            >After having not really talked to Mom at school before you think she's only realizing now that it's your mom she was talking to on the phone

                                            >"Aren't you his mom, and you claim to be his girlfriend?"

                                            >She says accusingly while still holding you with your face buried in her chest

                                            >"Mother and son is the most pure and wholesome kind of intimate relationship!"

                                            >She says angrily before trying to grab you by the shoulders and pull you back

                                            >Though she's not able to get a good grip, and Harshwinney is apparently stronger

                                            >Harshwinney smugly grins

                                            >"I'm sure there are some people who'd love to hear that..."

                                            >Mom isn't having it

                                            >"You can't blackmail me while doing something that'd get you fired!"

                                            >Her smug grin quickly turns to a scowl that looks more familiar

                                            >"Just let me have this! I neeed this!"

                                            >Harshwinney says in an almost whiney tone while retightening her grip on you


                                            >Mom renews her efforts to pull you away from her

                                            >"No! You don't understand how long I've been without a husband, and how hard it's been!"

                                            >Saying like she unwittingly admitted to you how far she wants to take things with you

                                            >"I've never had a husband! Just let me have a boyfriend! Besides not having a husband doesn't mean you should try to make your son be your husband!"

                                            >She said as you realized you never know how much it bothered her to be single

                                            >You assumed she hated men because of her attitude, but you guess she really just hated being single

                                            >Held by her soft body, and with your face in your chest your dick definitely approves

                                            >You almost start to wonder why you didn't like her before

                                            >"I'm not making him! He loves me, and I had him first!"

                                            >Mom pulls more at your shoulders and tries pulling at Harshinney's arms too

                                            >It's almost funny watching how ineffectual her efforts are, but you definitely feel bad for Mom

                                            >In fact you feel like you should be more worried for yourself, but you just don't really feel like you're in danger

                                            >Maybe because two girls fighting like this over a boy seems like something you'd see in an anime

                                            >Mom's arms start to wear out but she's not done verbally

                                            >"I won't let my muffin be taken by some... Overly bookish titty monster pevert!"

                                            >You hold back a chuckle hearing her say 'titty monster'

                                            >Especially considering her own size

                                            >You'd say Harshwinney's are only slightly bigger

                                            >"Well... I won't let my boyfriend be taken by a clumsy biimbo mom!"

                                            >Calling Mom a bimbo definitely crosses a line

                                            "Hey now! Don't call her that! She's not a bimbo! She's a sweet and innocent mom!"

                                            >You say despite knowing she's been far less than innocent lately

                                            >Even then you'd never say she's anything like a bimbo

                                            >Seeing you turn against her Harshwinney looks like she regrets it

                                            >"Sorry boyfriend."

                                            >She says before leaning in and giving you a kiss

                                            >Her thick lips press forcefully against yours and you can feel her lipstick press onto you

                                            >You feel like if you just accept that apology without saying anything further you're accepting her calling you her boyfriend

                                            "Hey now-!"

                                            >You add before Mom surprisingly interrupts you

                                            >"She apologized, so there's no need to go on about it. Best to just drop it."

                                            >She's definitely missing the important part

                                            "But Mom! What about-!"

                                            >"No butts mister!"

                                            >She says in a motherly tone

                                            >Harshwinney grins while cuddling you a little

                                            >She knows what she did and is glad Mom didn't notice

                                            >She kisses you a couple more times before Mom starts to take issue with it

                                            >"Hey! Quit kissing my Muffin like that! Only I can do that!"

                                            >She grins smugly

                                            >"I did it before, and he even accepted my calling him 'boyfriend'. So why wouldn't I be able to kiss him?"

                                            >Only now does Mom realize that's what you wanted to object to earlier

                                            >"He didn't want you to though!"

                                            >Mom argues back

                                            >"Did you want me to call you 'boyfriend'?"

                                            >She asks you smugly like she expects to hear 'yes'


                                            >She may be hotter than you previously thought, but it's still Harshwinney

                                            >So you want to say 'no'

                                            >You open your mouth to say it and she kisses you

                                            >You try it again and your open mouth to speak meets her lips

                                            >"You're not letting him answer!"

                                            >Mom complains while pointing out what she's doing

                                            >"If you don't stop with this!... I'm gonna!... I'm gonna!... I don't know, but you won't like it!"

                                            >Mom is getting seriously mad

                                            >While Harshwinney is distracted by that you manage to speak

                                            "I'm sure that didn't sound threatening, but she's getting way too mad. I'm sure there must be some way to try to compromise and calm things down."

                                            >You can see the gears turning in Harshwinney's head

                                            >"How about this?"

                                            >She asks before explaining further

                                            >"Let's just say it's totally normal for a boy to have both a girlfriend, and an intimate mom who loves him?"

                                            >Mom listened and thinks about it

                                            >"I guess that does make sense..."

                                            >Though she still sounds a little upset

                                            >"If you really mean that... Could you prove it by letting go so I can make sure he's okay?"

                                            >You'd say you don't particularly want to be in a serious relationship with your mom or Harshwinney

                                            >However Mom won't give up, and you doubt Harshwinney is going anywhere soon

                                            >The cougar lets go and you go over to your mom while regaining feeling in your arms and back

                                            >Mom grabs hold of you much more gently and cuddles you caringly

                                            >"Are you okay my muffin? You can speak your mind now."

                                            >You collect your thoughts to explain them

                                            "Yeah, I'm okay. Also I'd say I've never particularly wanted to be Harshwinney's boyfriend, but now I'd also say I didn't know her as well as I thought I did. Also I doubt she'll go anywhere anytime soon on her own. So I could handle humoring her a little. Also maybe you could calm down a little too. I'm definitely not going anywhere."

                                            >Mom hugs you happily

                                            >"Yay! I knew you'd never leave me! We'll always be together like lovers who were always meant to be!"

                                            >Harshwinney seems content too

                                            >"See I told you he was my boyfriend, and you can have what you want too."

                                            >You don't feel like either of them actually heard or understood what you said quite right

                                            >At least both of them seem to be happy, and it's like being the protagonist of a romantic comedy anime

                                            >So that feels like a win for you as well

                                            >Though the question remains

                                            "What now?"

                                            >Then Mom remembers something

                                            >"Oh yeah! I never saw if you had those pictures!"

                                            >Harshwinney gets an uncomfortable look on her face because she knows she doesn't have them

                                            >She takes out her phone and shows mom some pictures of dicks

                                            >"Hey wait a minute! These aren't his dick! I don't think these are even pictures of the same dick!"

                                            >You're way past questioning them doing this

                                            >"What makes you so sure?"

                                            >Harshwinney asks as seriously argue about it

                                            >"Because it looks like this!"

                                            >She says before pulling your pants down to expose it

                                            "Mom! Don't do that!"

                                            >Harshwinney gasps in absolute shock while staring


                                            >She definitely can't believe she's really looking at your dick

                                            >Once she's over the shock of it she reaches over to touch it

                                            >Though Mom stops her with a quick slap

                                            >Harhsinney whines in a horny voice

                                            >"What was that for?!"

                                            >"I was just showing you to make a point! That doesn't mean you get to touch it!"

                                            >Are you a male stripper now?

                                            >"He's my boyfriend! So I should have access!"

                                            >Harshwinney argues with a hungry look on her face

                                            >"No! It's too soon in your relationship! If I let you do what you want then before we know it you'll be pregnant!"

                                            >"You say that like it's a bad thing! My clock is ticking, and I need a baby before it's too late!"

                                            >You'd think mentioning pregnancy would give her pause, but apparently not

                                            >"All the more reason to block you! He's too young to be a father!"

                                            >Mom finally says something reasonable

                                            >You nod in agreement knowing you couldn't possibly handle Harshinney being pregnant

                                            >"I won't get pregnant if I just touch it!"

                                            >She tries arguing this now

                                            >"If I give you an inch, you'll take a pregnancy inducing mile straddled on it!"

                                            >The mental image that brings to mind does more for you than you think it should

                                            >"He twitched! That means he wants it to happen!"

                                            >Harshwinney says while pointing

                                            >Mom wags her finger at you

                                            >"Now, now, my muffin. You need to control yourself, and tell your muffin to behave."

                                            >Scolding you in a way that's impossible to take seriously

                                            >"What about you touching it! He shouldn't give you an inch either!"

                                            >"I'm a pure and loving mom! You're a lustful pervert of a girlfriend corrupting him with your huge breasts!"

                                            >Harshwinney senses jealousy and pushes up her chest with her arms

                                            >Making them nearly pop out of the v-neck shirt

                                            >"Those mean I'm a perfect candidate to be a mom! Don't be jealous!"

                                            >Mom embraces you possessively

                                            >"He said mine are plenty big just the way they are!"

                                            >"Imagine how much bigger they'll get when I'm pregnant~."

                                            >Harshwinney says teasingly as she messes with Mom more

                                            >"You're not going to get pregnant! I'll make sure of it!"

                                            >"Oh yeah?"

                                            >Harshwinney asks with a raised eyebrow

                                            >"How are you going to do that? It's only natural for a boy's girlfriend to end up pregnant. Believe me, I've tried to stop it from happening more times than I can count, but it never works."

                                            >She definitely speaks from experience there being a grumpy 'no fun allowed' school official trying to stop horny teens from fucking

                                            >Now it's like she's the horny teen herself

                                            >"I mean really, what are you going to do as an 'intimate mom'? Drain all his semen yourself into your womb?"

                                            >She says sarcastically expecting Mom to back away from it

                                            >Like she hadn't noticed what your mom is like

                                            >"Well, uhmmm.... Yes! That's how I'll do it!"

                                            >Harshwinney stares blankly back

                                            >"Uhhhh, what?"

                                            >"You heard me! If all of it goes in my womb none of it can go in yours!"

                                            "Let's take a step back here, Mom! That could get you pregnant instead!"

                                            >Mom pouts and doubles down

                                            >"I'm willing to take that risk to protect you!"


                                            >To make sure both you and Harshwinney knew she was serious she pulled down her postal service shorts

                                            >She had to try a bit because they're so tight on her

                                            >Once they did go down off her ass her bare ass cheeks jiggled a little

                                            >After being distracted by the display you remember your stance on it

                                            "Wait! Stop! This is crazy! We can't do this, and even if we could we definitely can't here right now!"

                                            >Mom looks at Harshwinney before turning back to you

                                            >"She can go if she wants, but I need to do this now before I forget!"

                                            >She says that like it's a task on a to do list

                                            >It brings to mind a mental image of Mom writing down 'drain son's balls into your womb' on a to do list right next to 'go buy bread' and 'take out trash'

                                            "That's not the point! This definitely goes too far! If I agree to making out can you stop with this?"

                                            >"What about Harshwinney though?"

                                            >She chimes in

                                            >"Okay, okay, I may have gone overboard. I promise to try to contain myself more. I definitely don't want to have caused inbreeding. So let's just cool down for a second."

                                            >After hearing that Mom calms down and moves to put her shorts back on

                                            >However as she tries to slide it past her feet she stumbles and falls

                                            >Onto you

                                            >You both go crashing to the ground and your head is spinning

                                            >When you come to you notice a sensation

                                            >Like your dick is inside something warm and wet clamping down on it

                                            >That's when you realize what it is

                                            >You don't even have to look, but seeing it confirms you're inside her now

                                            >Mom has an absent minded look of pure bliss on her face

                                            >You can feel mind blowing pleasure filling you, but you need to do something about it

                                            "Mom! You need to get off me! Quick!"

                                            >She keeps an absent minded look on her face which makes you think she isn't listening

                                            >While she wobbles and stumbles on top of you in ways to force you make small movements in and out of her

                                            >You try to grab hold of her sides to push her off, but she just starts bouncing on you

                                            >Then before you knew it time ran out

                                            >You felt yourself cum like an explosion of spunk being forced out

                                            >Mom gave a long pleasured moan while pushing herself down on you

                                            >She was just clumsy earlier, but now she's definitely doing it on purpose

                                            "Damn it Mom! That wasn't supposed to happen! Get a hold of yourself!"

                                            >She snaps out of her trance and looks around embarrassed

                                            >"I just don't know what went wrong..."

                                            >Saying what's basically her catchphrase even though you're sure she knows exactly what happened

                                            >Especially when she says it while still not getting off you

                                            >You push on her but she barely moves

                                            >It's then you realize your arms feel weak and worn out

                                            >In fact your whole body does

                                            >You've felt 'drained' after rubbing one out before, but not like this

                                            >Harshwinney tries pulling her off, but Mom insists on staying where she is

                                            >"If you pull me off you're just going to get on it! Aren't you?!"

                                            >Mom yells accusingly while refusing to let your shaft slip free from her

                                            >"We had an agreement and you broke it!"