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 I've Created a Monster!  Chapter 1 by Protonus protonus99@yahoo.com

   Sam awoke, hot from the full sun beaming across his bed.  He would
probably be late for his first period class, but he could always count on
Miss Seymore to supply him with a late pass.  Kicking off the sweaty bed
sheet, he stretched and rubbed his eyes, then his morning erection.  Just
then, he heard a faint clatter of dishes from the kitchen of the small
trailer where he lived with his mother, Jill.

   Jill was a voluptuous brunette with shoulder-length hair, 36-D breasts
and wide, sexy hips.  At 38, she was still a very beautiful woman, and had
been pursued, unsuccessfully, by several of the men at the office where she
worked.  She gazed absently out the window, standing at the sink while she
washed up the last few dishes from the previous night.  Bare from the waste
down, she wore only the tee shirt she had slept in, and as Sam entered the
kitchen, he decided he would be *very* late for school.

   Moving quietly behind her, Sam placed his hands on his mother's hips,
pressing his erect cock against the crack of her ass as he ran his hands
down over the front of her thighs.  He leaned over her to bite the back of
her neck, and then licked and nibbled on her ear lobe.  Jill gasped at her
son's electrifying touch.  Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back with
parted lips, seeking those of her son.  She never denied her son free reign
over her body, and over the years had become a complete whore for him, a
sexual toy for him to use as he pleased.

   Extending his four-inch tongue, he licked around her lips before
thrusting it deeply into her receptive mouth.  Eyes mere slits, head back
and mouth open, Jill allowed her son to fuck her mouth with his thick
tongue as his hands pushed her shirt up over her sore and swollen breasts.
Jill had never stopped lactating since giving birth to Sam 18 years
previously, and as Sam roughly kneaded her breasts and pressed down on her
sensitive nipples with his thumbs, two streams of hot milk began splashing
into the dirty dishwater.

   Jill did not often stop to consider the long sequence of events that had
turned her from a doting mother into a fuck toy for her son.  Certainly she
had nursed him too long.  Her husband had started to object when Sam was
three years old and not yet weaned.  But in truth, Jill became so aroused
to have Sam's greedy sucking lips so frequently on her breast that she had
no will to stop him.  Sam was gentle as a small boy, never biting, but
became increasingly demanding as he became older, attacking his mother's
chest with his mouth and hands nearly any time his father was out of the
room.  He would pet one breast while sucking on the other, and Jill would
frequently diddle herself to orgasm during these sessions.

   Eventually, Jill pretended to wean her son.  But each day as soon as her
husband had left for work, she would strip to the waist, lie on her son's
bed, and wake him by offering her teat to his hungry mouth.  Through a
combination of breast feeding her growing son and the frequent use of a
breast pump, she managed to keep her continuous supply of milk a secret
from her clueless husband.

   By the time Sam was eight, Jill had become fascinated with his little
penis, particularly during their morning sessions when he invariably awoke
with an erection.  She began stroking it for him, while he suckled and
massaged her breasts, and it seemed a small step to begin repaying his
ministrations by licking and sucking his little penis for him.

   This turned out to be a major turning point as it dramatically increased
the demands that Sam would make on his mother.  Viewing his morning blow
jobs as his due, he would also push his mother into a chair the instant he
returned home from school, shoving his crotch into her face expectantly. 
And Jill would always oblige.  Opening his trousers and completely
swallowing his little penis.  His small size allowed her to simultaneously
suck him and lick his scrotum until he came.  Sam would then push her on
her back and repay the favor by sucking the milk from her engorged and
aching breasts, providing Jill with much- needed relief.

   Sam grew fast over the next few years, especially in two vital areas. 
By the age of twelve, his penis was already six inches long, both longer
and thicker than his father's.  The change was gradual enough that Jill was
able to adapt in stages, always managing to swallow him completely,
although by now the head of his cock would penetrate the entrance to her
throat.  The other notable change was in the length and thickness of Sam's
tongue, which gave Jill so much pleasure as he slithered it across her
nipples.  At some point she resolved that she would teach her son to eat
her pussy, something her wimp husband was never willing to do.

   This next phase in Jill's relationship with her son occurred on Sam's
fourteenth birthday.  Jill prepared for the occasion by dressing in in a
halter top and a short skirt with no panties.  When Sam returned from
school, on cue, he placed his hands on his mother's shoulders pushing her
down into a chair, and pulled her head firmly into his crotch.  She kissed
his now eight-inch cock through his jeans before unbuttoning them and
pushing them down to his knees along with his boxers.

   Opening her mouth wide, she took his entire ball sack into her mouth,
tonguing and slobbering on his testicles while caressing his buttocks and
the backs of his thighs.  She then kissed and slobbered her way up his
shaft and, reaching the head, engulfed his entire penis easily in one
smooth motion.  Pulling urgently on the back of his mother's head, Sam
fucked her throat with long strokes for ten minutes before stiffening in
orgasm, pinning his mothers face tightly against his crotch.

   Slowly disengaging from her son's delicious cock, Jill tasted the first
salty hints of semen oozing from the its tip.  With hooded eyes, she made a
trail of saliva up over his stomach, pushing his shirt up over his chest as
she went.  Kissing her way up to his nipples, she sucked and lightly
nibbled on each one before gripping the back of his neck and pulling his
face down to hers.  She gave her son a deep, open-mouthed kiss, seeking the
large oral muscle she hoped would soon be thrusting into her dripping
pussy. Sam did not disappoint her, straightening his tongue and pushing it
into her receptive mouth as her own tongue swirled around it.  He
tongue-fucked his mother's mouth with a few slow strokes before pushing her
milk-saturated top up over her breasts and moving his mouth down to claim
his prize.

   Sucking first one nipple, then the other, Sam could not keep up with the
heavy flow of hot milk streaming from his mother's straining teats.  His
sucking was powerful and constant, nearly giving Jill an orgasm as her
fingers clutched at his blonde curly hair, arching her back as if to get
more of her breast into his demanding mouth.  Finally, her breasts nearly
emptied of their contents, Sam thought he was finished and made a movement
as if to stand.  But Jill had other ideas.  Unbeknownst to Sam, Jill had
pulled her skirt up over her hips while he had been feeding, exposing her
neatly trimmed pussy.  She now wrapped her legs around his waist,
preventing him from escaping, and applied steady pressure on his head,
moving him down her body until he caught the first whiff of her gaping
cunt.

   Seeing her exposed twat, Sam quickly understood what his mother wanted.
Tentatively at first, he kissed her stomach and inner thighs, noticing the
glistening juices running down between her legs and soaking the chair. 
Jill patiently guided her sons head until his mouth was sliding up and down
her slit while she rocked her hips in a fucking motion.  Finally Sam
extended his thick tongue between her folds, finding the taste surprisingly
pleasant.  Jill immediately cried out in orgasm, and began frantically
pulling her son's head against her, trying desperately to impale her self
on his long tongue.

   This response was unlike anything Sam had previously experienced from
his mother, and it filled him with renewed enthusiasm.  Pushing her knees
up and to the sides, his mother was now completely open to his talented
mouth, and he lost no time administering a tongue fucking the likes of
which Jill had never thought possible.  Orgasm after orgasm ripped through
her body as she was helplessly ravished by her son's thick muscle.

   After 15 minutes of working his mother into a state of delirium, Sam
began to slow down, and alternated stabbing her deeply with his tongue and
licking her juices from her anus to her clit.  He finally settled to
suckling on her clit, giving Jill a new sequence of little orgasms. 
Finally stopping for a rest, Sam pulled his head away from his mother's
gaping hole, examining it more closely now, and becoming filled with new
desires of his own.  Still pinning her knees back, Sam moved back up her
body, sliding his fresh erection along the surface of her anus and dripping
twat.  He plunged his tongue back into her gaping mouth, as he pumped his
hips, sawing his cock back and forth over her wetness, stimulating her
engorged clit on each stroke.

   Lost in the moment, Jill did not comprehend that her son was about to
change her life forever.  Over the years, she had gradually become more
submissive to her son, but had fooled herself into thinking that she still
held the upper hand.  As Sam reared back, and then lunged forward, sinking
his full eight inches into her tight cunt, Jill for the first time felt
completely dominated by her son.  Sam pounded his mother relentlessly,
stretching and reshaping her vagina to accommodate his magnificent tool.

   Jill had never felt so full of meat, nor been fucked so deeply and
powerfully.  He released her legs, moving his hands to grip the sides of
her head.  She wrapped her arms and legs around her wonderful son as the
first of many large orgasms was building in her womb.  Holding her head
firmly in his grip, Sam continued tongue fucking her mouth while pounding
her cunt with his thick cock.  Jill was helpless and had little choice but
to completely surrender herself to the man her young son had now become.

   Forty minutes later, sweaty and exhausted, mother and son had dozed off
in each other's arms.  They were suddenly startled when the front door
unexpectedly swung open, and Jill's husband, Sam's father, took one step
into the living room and froze.  The look of horror and revulsion on his
face was something mother nor son would ever forget.

   After a speedy divorce, Jill had been forced to move with Sam into a
trailer park.  Her husband had not contested her taking full custody of his
son.  Jill took a part time job as a secretary in a nearby insurance
office, supplementing the meager child support she received.  She was
rewarded for her labors by having Sam fuck her into oblivion, either with
his cock or tongue, several times a day.  Sam forbade her to wear pants or
panties while he was at home.  Jill's role was simply to fuck or suck him
whenever he pleased.

   Eventually, Sam had lost the taste for his mother's milk, but he
insisted that she continue to use her breast pump so that her breasts would
forever remain full of milk.  He now liked milking his mother as if she
were a cow, as he was doing at this moment, with her sandwiched between the
sink and his now twelve-inch cock.  Jill suckled on her son's long tongue
as he gave her breasts one last squeeze, sending a final few drops of milk
into the dishwater.  He moved his hands down to her ass cheeks, spreading
them and feeling with satisfaction the juices now running down both of his
mother's inner thighs.

   Sam disengaged from Jill's face, leaving it dripping with his saliva
from nose to chin.  Jill reached behind her finding his enormous cock, and
positioning it at the entrance to her pussy.  Sam merely placed his hands
on her shoulders, pressing down as Jill squatted, taking his thick member
inside her.  He remained motionless for a time, allowing his mother to do
the work of bouncing up and down on his shaft.

   After a few minutes of this, he pushed her face down, nearly into the
dish water, and began thrusting with long, powerful strokes.  Strands of
Jill's juices were dripping from his cock as Sam pulled nearly all the way
out before lunging forward again.  On the fifth stroke, Jill was cuming. 
Under the relentless pounding of her son, she had one orgasm after another
for the next fifteen minutes until finally Sam blew his wad deep into her
womb.

   Now weak and limp, Jill felt herself being pulled away from the sink and
pushed to the floor.  She knew her job, and began to clean Sam's mighty
cock, softly licking and swallowing every trace of cum from his shaft and
scrotum, and finally sucking the tip while squeezing his shaft, trying to
get the last few drops into her mouth.

   After Sam had left for school, Jill slowly began to get ready for work.
She felt lucky to be so well fucked, and knew she could never be satisfied
with an ordinary sized penis or tongue.  But she was worried that Sam might
eventually lose interest in her.  He was now eighteen, and must surely have
other women he was interested in.  In fact, this was true, as Jill would
soon find out.