Bimbo Lights - illustrated
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete - by Limnophile
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - The mad scientists at Bimbotech outdid themselves by inventing Bimbo Lights, cigarettes that turn female smokers into hot and horny idiots. There are rumors Bimbotech is also working on new brands of beer and wine. Everybody knows all college boys are always honorable and responsible, and would never misuse them, right? Right?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Age Gap Teenagers Drunk/Drugged Mind Control Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Public Sex Small Breasts Smoking Illustrated
My cock was thumping against my thigh, hard as a rock, as I watched them. Mom and Liz were draped across the living room sofa, looking like two high-end sluts in heat. They weren’t even pretending to be “proper” anymore. Mom was wearing that tiny yellow bikini that barely held back her massive, heavy breasts, and Liz was practically spilling out of a silk robe, her newly huge tits swollen and straining against the fabric. They looked like goddesses of lust, all soft curves and hard nipples.
They were sharing a single Bimbo Light, passing it back and forth with lazy, hungry movements, as they fingered each other. I watched Mom lean in, her plump lips wrapping around the filter, sucking on it like it was a cock. She took a deep, greedy drag, her cheeks hollowing out, and then blew a thick, white cloud of smoke directly into Liz’s face. Liz groaned, her eyes glazing over, and sucked the cigarette from Mom’s lips, inhaling until her lungs were full of that sweet, bimbo-making smoke. When she exhaled, a thin stream leaked from the corners of her mouth, mixing with the wet glisten of her lips.
“Oh, Ken,” Mom moaned, her voice a raw, needy rasp. She arched her back, making those huge hooters bounce. “My pussy is throbbing. I need it! I need you to fuck me right now, baby! Just slam it in and fill me up!”
I felt the heat radiating off them, but my eyes were locked on Liz. She was leaning back, her legs spread wide, looking at me with that vacant, horny expression that only a Bimbo Light could produce. I didn’t go for Mom. Instead, I walked straight to Liz, gripped her hips, and flipped her over so her creamy, tight ass was pointed right at my face.
“Not this time,” I grunted, my voice thick with lust.
I didn’t waste time with lube. I lined my head up with Liz’s puckered hole and shoved myself in deep, feeling the tight, hot velvet of her anus clamp down on my shaft. I gave it a few dozen strokes before poking her pussy again. Liz let out a muffled shriek into the sofa cushion, her fingers clawing at the fabric as I started to hammer away. The sound of my pelvis slapping against her thighs filled the room.
Mom didn’t complain. She just sat back, leaning her head against the couch and lighting another cigarette. She watched every thrust, her eyes wide and hungry, her hand absentmindedly squeezing one of her own massive breasts as she puffed away, the smoke curling around her head like a halo of pure filth. I added a bit of lube and stabbed into my sister’s butt again. Mom just watched and smoked, her face a mask of bliss as she watched me wreck the gorgeous blonde’s cunt and asshole.
I didn’t stop. I kept my grip tight on Liz’s hips, my knuckles white, and just kept slamming into her. The sound was disgusting, that wet, slapping noise of skin hitting skin over and over. Liz was losing her mind; she was sobbing into the cushion, her voice a ragged, broken mess of “Yes!” and “More!” and “Fill me up!” Her pussy was dripping down her thighs, but all my focus was on that tight, gripping anus. I drove into her for what felt like an hour, feeling her internal muscles spasm around my cock in waves of pure ecstasy, her body shaking under me as she hit orgasm after orgasm, never wanting me to pull out.
When I finally felt the pressure build in my gut, I yanked myself out of her with a loud, wet pop. Liz collapsed, panting and twitching, her eyes rolled back in her head. I didn’t let the load go to waste. I stepped over her and grabbed Mom by her hair, pulling her face close to my throbbing cock. She didn’t flinch; she just smiled, as I flooded her slit with potential grandchildren.
As she blew a thick white stream of smoke, I let out a guttural roar and erupted. She closed her eyes, moaning as she licked her lips, feeling my big rod inside her. I loved her huge breasts heaving under that yellow bikini.
After a snack and a bottle of hard cider, I grabbed my other sister’s girlfriend redhaired girlfriend Jenny by a tit. “My turn, baby,” she whispered, her voice a raw, needy rasp. She didn’t wait for an answer; she grabbed my waist and pulled me down, her legs wrapping around my shoulders, her massive tits pressing against my chest.
I didn’t need a second invitation. I slid deep into her soaking wet pussy, feeling the heat of her walls clamping down on me. As I started to hammer away, I looked over and saw Liz. She had already lit another Bimbo Light, the cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth. She was lying on her back, one hand gripping the filter and the other hand working her clit with frantic, rhythmic speed. She watched us fuck, her eyes glazed and vacant, blowing a thin stream of smoke toward the ceiling as she moaned in synchronization with me.
Once Jenny came, I hopped onto my mother. Mom’s legs locked around my waist, pulling me in so deep I felt like I was hitting her cervix. “Oh god, Ken! Breed me! Fill me up with your seed again!” she screamed, her voice raw and desperate. She arched her back, her massive breasts bouncing wildly against my chest. “I want babies! I want your big, strong cock to make me pregnant! Please, just dump it all inside me!”
Liz sat up, the cigarette still clamped in her teeth. She looked at Mom with a flicker of jealousy in those empty green eyes. “No fair!” she barked, her voice a husky rasp. “I deserve a baby! I’m the one who’s actually hot! Mom’s just a fat old bimbo! I’m skinny and beautiful! Let me have a baby, Ken! Put it in my pussy!”
I didn’t feel like choosing, so I just took what I wanted. I yanked myself out of Mom with a wet, sliding sound and flipped Liz over in one motion, pinning her to the couch. I didn’t even give her time to exhale her smoke before I slammed my cock into her pussy, the impact knocking the cigarette right out of her mouth. She let out a guttural, jagged scream of pleasure as I started to jackhammer into her, my balls slapping against her thighs with a loud, rhythmic thud.
I didn’t hold back. I drove into her with everything I had, feeling her walls pulsing around me in waves of pure, unbridled lust. Liz was shaking, her head tossing from side to side, her fingers digging into the sofa cushions as she begged me to finish. I felt the pressure building, that white-hot surge of release hitting my spine. I let out a low growl and surged forward one last time, burying myself as deep as possible and erupting, pumping load after load of thick, hot cum deep into her pussy.
We were all panting, the room thick with the scent of sex and tobacco, when the front door creaked open.
Dad walked in, his face weary from the road, and the dozens of other women he’d screwed. He stopped dead in the doorway, looking at the three of us, naked, drenched in sweat, with Mom covered in my seed. He didn’t even blink. He just reached into his pocket, pulled out a pack of Bimbo Lights, and handed it to Liz.
“Hope you saved some for me,” he grunted, as he looked at the sexual wreckage. My Dad didn’t give a damn about the cum dripping off Mom’s chin. He just wanted to join the party. Mom let out a sound that was more like a hungry animal than a human woman, scrambling toward him on all fours, her massive tits swinging wildly. “Daddy! Please! I can’t wait another second! Fuck me right now! I need your big cock inside me!” she wailed, her voice a raw, desperate rasp. She didn’t even let him drop his bags before she was ripping his trousers open, her hands shaking with an unbridled need.
He didn’t say a word, just let out a low, guttural groan as he freed his rod and shoved her back onto the sofa. Mom didn’t even wait for him to settle; she flipped herself around, facing away from him, and lowered her soaking wet pussy onto his cock with a wet, meaty thud. She slammed down into a reverse cowgirl position, her heavy breasts hanging down toward the carpet as she started bouncing with a frantic, violent energy. “YESSSS! OH GOD, YES!” she shrieked, her hips blurring as she jackhammered herself onto him, the sofa groaning under the weight of their colliding pelvises.
I lay back and just watched, my own cock still humming with a lingering electricity. It was a fucking masterpiece. Mom was absolutely losing it, her face smashed into the cushion, her voice a series of jagged, high-pitched moans as she rode him like she was trying to break the furniture. Beside me, Liz and a blonde triplet, Sherry, were completely zoned out. They both had Bimbo Lights clamped between their lips, blowing thick, lazy plumes of white smoke into the air, their eyes glazed and empty as they watched the rhythm.
“Look at her go,” I muttered, feeling a surge of pride.
Wendy let out a low, husky giggle, her gaze fixed on the way Mom’s ass was slapping against Dad’s thighs. “She’s such a slut,” she whispered, the smoke leaking from her nostrils. “A total, brainless slut. Hehehe!”
Mom’s screams reached a fever pitch, her internal walls clamping down on Dad like a vice. “FILL ME! DUMP IT ALL IN ME!” she roared, her body arching into a violent spasm. Dad let out a loud, guttural bellow, his hands gripping her waist so hard he left fingerprints in her skin, and he erupted, filling her to the brim. Mom collapsed onto him, shaking and drenched, while the room remained thick with the smell of raw sex and cigarette smoke.
Liz didn’t even let her catch her breath before she was crawling over, her breasts swinging and her eyes wide with a vacant, horny hunger. “My turn! My turn for the baby!” she begged, her voice a ragged rasp as she pushed Mom aside. “I want to be pregnant, Ken! Put your seed in me! I want to feel you filling me up until I’m leaking!”
Mom groaned, her face flushed and stupid. “Yes, give her a baby, Ken! We all need your babies! We’re just empty little bimbos waiting to be filled!”
Dad sat back, lighting a Bimbo Light and exhaling a slow cloud of smoke. He looked at the three of them, flushed, leaking, and desperate, and let out a dry chuckle. “Bad news, ladies. I had a vasectomy years ago. I can pump all of you, but nothing’s coming out of the pipe.”