The Scent

The scent of her haunted me and still does to this day. I think the first time I noticed it was shortly after my 15th birthday. Something sweet and spicy with a hint of clean sweat that contained everything that was feminine but was uniquely her. I always knew when she was around just by how her scent preceded her, it didn't matter what else was going on or what I was doing, that damned scent drove any possibility of thinking of anything but her impossible while forcing blood into my crotch and fire through my body. Hell, a couple of times, when it had been a while since I had had any release I actually came just from her suddenly entering the room I was in and let me tell you, Those were some of the best orgasms I've ever had. It got to the point that I had to wear a condom if she was going to be anywhere near me, it took more than a few sudden bathroom breaks and ruined outfits to teach me that lesson. Given how large my loads where I'm surprised that it took me as long as I did.

But the problem with this marvel of femininity, this Aphrodite in human form is that...

Well...

She is my mother.

Yes, I finally admitted it to myself that I am not only hopelessly in love with my mother, I am also hopelessly in lust with her. But as I look down at myself, fully naked, with a pair of her used panties held to my nose with both hands as though it were something inexpressibly precious and more than a foot of hard meat at my crotch, already most if its way to releasing its load over anything in front of me. I found I didn't care.

To me there is only a tide of pleasure and a deep and abiding jealousy.

The jealousy is a little bit more difficult to explain. You see, for the last 4 or 5 years she has been pregnant, usually with twins or triplets and on one memorable occasion she was carrying quintuplets. But this entire time, she has never brought home a man. Never someone for me to focus all of my anger and frustrations on. She spends most of her time caring for the horde of children she has given birth to and never seems to go anywhere but the grocery store, and given that I usually go with her to help she wouldn't have the opportunity to meet someone there. But year after year, she ends up with a growing belly and I have no idea who she sleeps with or when she finds the time to get away for an hour or two.

But to return to the matter in hand (that's a joke you see), I removed the panties from my face and leaning forward wrapped them around the head of my cock. They were immediately stained white as they soaked in the precum that came in pulses in time with my heart beat. Within moments they were soaked through even as lumps of congealed cum the size of a grape were forced up my cum-vein by my arousal. With a grunt of effort I brought the angry red shape of my cockhead up to my mouth, even as I put my mouth around the tip of the grapefruit sized head I caught the scent of her... mixed with my cum was enough to set me off. The first blast took endless seconds of bottomless pleasure and tearing pain to arrive as congealed clumps of baby-batter forced their way up my shaft only to force my cum-slit open wide enough to admit multiple fingers before blasting me in the face with an endless stream of clumpy goo that spoke of swollen bellies and milky breasts. As the second wave of pleasure and pain ripped through me I found the presence of mind to wrap my arms around the monster that was demanding all of my attention. With ecstasy ripping through my body I hugged it close between my breasts and tried my best to swallow as much of my delicious goo as I could.

As usual I missed most of the torrent, but the small portion that I did swallow was enough to fill me to the brim and beyond. Eventually the waves of pleasure subsided and I found my self laying in the bathtub of a small bathroom in the corner of my mothers house. With lumpy goo, the colour and consistency of porridge sticking to the shower stall in front of me, behind me and even the ceiling to a depth of several inches by pleasure addled brain told me that I had one hell of a clean up job before me. But for now I just basked in the afterglow of a job well done.

As a glop of semen the size of tennis ball hit me on the face I realized I had been basking in my epic release for nearly half an hour. Looking down at myself I understood that I had made just as much of a mess of myself as my surroundings. Standing up, I set about cleaning myself and the bathtub and shower stall of any mess I had made. After a long and hot shower that sent tingles of pleasure through my body that promised that I would have to undertake another masturbation session soon. Strangely, after my shower I couldn't find my mothers panties anywhere, no matter where

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