Chapter 9: Loving the Mind-Controlled Pregnant MILFs

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Our mothers were over to have their bellies massaged. Both of them were nine months pregnant. They could give birth to my sons any day now.

“Isn’t it hot seeing them lying side by side like that?” Donna, my redheaded girlfriend, asked. She grabbed my arm, her round breasts rubbing against me. Her nipple felt nice against me.

A sixteen-year-old tit.

“Yes, they do,” I said, my dick hard and thrusting out before me as I gazed at the sight of the two mothers lying on their backs, their round bellies curving up with such grace, their large and milk-heavy breasts falling into two pairs of quivering mounds topped by their fat nipples. My mother’s dark-reds and Donna’s mother’s a dusky pink. “Just gorgeous.”

“Isn’t he such a sweet boy,” my mother purred to Mrs. Lemon.

“Oh, he is,” Mrs. Lemon cooed. “Rita, you’re so lucky to have such a good boy for a son.”

My mother beamed. She glanced at me, her green eyes full of love. I smiled back at her, returning that love. It was so wonderful being my mama’s good boy. These last nine months had been amazing. A world of discovery and pleasure. A world utterly changed by that belt.

I didn’t get why anyone would make that belt. Was it some random chance? Like the universe had a hiccup, a glitch in the matrix, and had rewritten itself when I put on that belt? I don’t know. I couldn’t know, could I?

I had been reading up on other dimensions. Parallel ones. The multiverse. There were a lot of physicists and philosophers that had ideas about them, but none of them talked about such a radical change in them. Worse, they were all speculative. Impossible to ever prove.

Like god. Other universes were beyond ours. And I was the only one that remembered the original timeline. Even that was fading. It was like a dream that there was a world where mothers and sons didn’t make love. That I hadn’t been Mama’s good boy.

“Yes, I am just so lucky,” Mom gushed. “When I breastfed him as a baby, I had hoped this day would come when he would breed me. But as he got older...”

“That horrible trend of sons thinking they were too cool to fuck their mothers became so popular.” Mrs. Lemon shook her head. “I remember how it was when we were in high school.”

“Guys bragging about how they didn’t fuck their mothers, only girls their age.” My mom sighed. “I encouraged it. I didn’t think it through.”

“Me, either,” Mrs. Lemon sighed. “But you’ve turned things around with M.I.L.F.S. You are doing such good work with them.”

“It was fun when she won the award,” I said.

“I bet,” Donna said.

“That was an amazing night,” Mom sighed, smiling at me.

I grinned back at her.

“Well, shall we get started?” Donna asked me. She grabbed the bottle of special lotion. “We don’t want our mothers having stretch marks, do we? We want them to stay sexy and hot.”

I grinned back at her. “Of course. They have to be perfect. There our mothers.”

“Such a good boy,” my mother purred, her curly brown hair spilling over the pillow.

“Donna, you marry this boy and don’t let him go,” said Mrs. Lemon, her brassy-brown hair such a vibrant shade.

“You just want to keep fucking my boyfriend,” said Donna with a playful tone to her voice as she broke from me and crawled to the bed. I hadn’t bred Donna, yet. We did it enough. It was worrying.

I had bred plenty of MILFs. My school’s principal, two of my friend’s mothers, my own mother, and Mrs. Lemon here. So clearly it wasn’t a matter of my sperm not working. Maybe I could only breed MILFs? Something had changed in this world.

Donna crawled onto the bed, her round tits jiggling. She had an athletic form from cheerleading. Toned thighs and not an excessive amount of fat on her body that wasn’t found in her tits or plump rump. She had a gorgeous face, her mother’s but youthful.

My girlfriend popped the cap on her lotion bottle and tilted it over. She drizzled the white liquid in a spiral across her mother’s body. It had that lotion scent mixed with aloe vera and a few other subtler scents. It all merged in my nose to be a sweet-smelling delight. She handed me the bottle as I settled between my mother’s thighs.

“Mmm, going to make you hot again,” said Donna. “Though it turns Dad on that you have that big belly. Being bred by my boyfriend turns him on, doesn’t it, the way he was fucking you last night.”

Mrs. Lemon giggled as I drizzled the lotion on my mother’s round belly in lines, sweeping across her belly. “He did. Your father does find it hot that I’ve been bred by our future son-in-law.” Mrs. Lemon glanced at my mother. “And you’re still not letting your husband touch you.”

“I’m all my son’s,” purred Mom. She smiled at me. “And any women he brings home with him. It just feels right. My husband is fine with it. He jerks off, I suppose. Watches mother/son porn or something.”

I had a feeling that was the belt. It had changed everyone in the world, but my mother the most. To make me into her Good Boy, it had to make her into a MILF who only wanted one cock: her son’s. I knew when our son was old enough, she would have a second lover.

But that was only right. Sons and mothers should have sex.

“Don’t you worry, Jason,” Donna said as she rubbed the lotion into her mother’s stomach, “when our son’s old enough, I won’t kick you out of my bed and make you sleep on the couch. You’ll both be fucking me.”

I grinned at Donna. “We just have to get that baby in you.”

Her expression fell. Guilt shot through me, twisting my stomach.

“And we’re going to do it,” I added. “I’m going to make you into a MILF, Donna. I’m not going to stop until I knock you up.”

“And if I can’t...” She trailed off, her green eyes falling.

“Won’t change that I love you,” I said. “But I will breed you. I will fill your womb with a baby. Just knock your cute ass up.”

“Yes, he will,” Mom purred. “He’s a good boy. I want him to knock you up. I want you to have my grandsons or granddaughters. You’ll be a great mother, Donna. I sensed it. Why I encouraged you two to get together.”

I smiled at Mom. There was no way I could date a girl who didn’t have her approval. My mom had to sign off on any girl I dated. I was a good boy and didn’t want it any other way. My mother’s green eyes sparkled as I rubbed lotion into her belly.

I glanced at Donna. Her green eyes met mine. A touch of worry remained, but she smiled at me, her hands sliding over her mother’s gleaming belly. I would breed her. I meant it. I loved Donna. More and more, I wanted to be with her forever. Her and my mother.

My hands swept over my mother’s pregnant belly, coating every bit of her in the lotion. My fingers glided over her flesh. I worked the lotion into her skin, saturating her. She groaned as I did. I could feel our son kicking sometimes. He shifted around in her womb, so excited.

In fourteen years, he would be fucking my mother, too.

I couldn’t wait for that special day. It would be something amazing. I would be a proud father who had raised a good boy. My dick throbbed as I worked over her pregnant belly, feeling the life we had created. The incestuous miracle.

“Mmm, Jason, you know how to make your Mama feel amazing,” she purred.

“Just want you to have the very best, Mama,” I told her, my cock throbbing.

She winked at me. “Such a good boy. I am so proud of you, Jason. Every day.”

“He’s awesome, Mrs. Reynolds,” purred Donna. She grabbed the bottle of lotion. “Now let’s massage those big, milk-heavy udders, Mom.”

“Udders?” Mrs. Lemon asked in a playful tone. “That’s all they are to my daughter?”

“I’m just a naughty slut,” purred Donna. “I mean, what I did to Jason at school yesterday...”

“Oh, what’s this?” Mom asked, her eyes opening as Donna handed me the bottle.

I spurted the lotion on my mother’s tits as I answered, “She had me fuck her in the ass before she went out for cheer practice and didn’t wear any underwear. She had cum dripping out of her by the end. It was just such a hot sight to see. Everyone watching the practice knew it was my cum.”

“You are going to get yourself expelled,” Mrs. Lemon admonished as her daughter massaged both her boobs, squeezing those lush mounds and working the lotion into them.

“Yep!” Donna squealed and squirted the white liquid on her mother’s right breast, spiraling around the dusky-pink nipple. “Just big, heavy tits laden with all that yummy milk I want to bottle up.”

“She’s such a wicked daughter,” Mrs. Lemon said to my mother, an amused smile spreading on her lips. “I mean, she brought home your son to knock me up.”

“So wicked of her,” Mom sighed, her eyes closed as I rubbed over her.

“No wonder you’re not getting pregnant if you’re letting my son dump cum in your butt,” added my mother. “You should have him cum in your pussy every time.”

“It wasn’t the right time of the month,” said Donna. “I just got off my period.”

“Cum can linger in a woman’s womb for days,” Mrs. Lemon added. “Just because it’s early in your cycle, doesn’t mean his jizz can’t be in there, waiting for your egg to be released. You are off the pill.”

“No, Mom,” Donna said, her voice dripping in sarcasm, “I’m actually a dumb blonde who didn’t realize I had to stop taking birth control to get pregnant.”

“You don’t have to take that tone with me,” her mother said. “I’m just trying to help.”

“My doctor said it could take a few months for things to get back to normal,” said Donna, trying to play coy. “But I will make sure that every time we fuck at school, Jason cums in my pussy. I’ll be dripping in his jizz. My cooze just filled with his spunk.”

“That’s the spirit,” Mom said as I massaged her breasts.

My fingers caressed her heavy mounds. I loved the soft plumpness of them. How I could dig my fingers into them and really enjoy playing with her breasts. I worked up and down them, squeezing them. Massaging them. They felt wonderful in my hand. A real delight to play with.

She shuddered as I did. Her face twisted with delight. My fingers slid up and massaged her nipples. I twerked those fat nubs. She groaned. A big smile spread on her lips. I loved making her feel good. My cock, rubbing into her belly, throbbed.

“Jason,” she purred, my fingers working their magic on her tits. I loved these breasts. I had become an expert on my mother’s tits over all these months. “Oh, Jason, such a good boy. Mmm, you make Mama’s tits feel amazing.”

“Good,” I groaned. “You have perfect tits, Mama.”

“You do, Mrs. Reynolds,” purred Donna. “I can’t wait for Jason’s baby to have tits as big as yours.”

“And they’ll be amazing,” my mother purred. “I’ll have to compete for Jason’s attention.”

“Oh, I think you’ll always win,” Donna said, flashing me a wicked smile. “You’re his mother. It’s only right. I’ll just be his baby mama.”

“Or wife,” I said casually, the idea both exciting and frightening.

She beamed at me. “Wife. Mmm, that will be wonderful.”

Both our mothers sighed in delight. They clearly were eager for that day. I didn’t blame them. It was exciting. My cock ached and throbbed. I squeezed my mother’s lotiony breasts. Milk beaded from her nipples. I groaned at the sight of them. My mouth salivated.

“Mmm, I think it’s time we did some nursing, Donna,” I said. “We have to make sure their breasts are ready to feed my sons.”

“Right,” Donna said.

We both leaned over our mothers’ pregnant bellies and nuzzled into a fat nipple. The feel of my mother’s nub sliding between my lips was always a treat. Felt so right. I was her son. I should never have stopped nursing from her.

I suckled on her nipple. The breast milk squirted into my mouth. Mom groaned, her voice thick and throaty. She whimpered and shuddered on the bed, her oiled stomach rubbing into mine. The sweet and creamy treat melted through my mouth. So warm. So much better than the dairy from the store.

This was my mother’s milk. It was wondrous. Satisfying.

I gulped it down. The milk flowed down to my stomach. It warmed my belly. I loved the feeling. It soaked through my pores. I loved every moment of nursing on her. My cheeks hollowed as I drew out more and more of her milk.

“Jason,” she groaned, her hands stroking my face. “Oh, yes, yes, such a good boy.”

“Donna!” Mrs. Lemon gasped as my girlfriend gulped down her mother’s milk. “Ooh, that’s so good. Yes, yes, you’re such a good daughter.”

Donna popped her mouth off her mother’s nipple to purr, “Way better than Chrissy, right?”

“Your sister never brought home a stud like Jason to fuck me,” purred Mrs. Lemon. “So, yes. You’re a way better daughter than her. Just don’t tell her that. I’ll deny it.”

“Yes, Mommy!” Donna suckled on her mother’s nipple with such joy.

I understood. It was a joy to nurse on my mother. Pure rapture to drink her milk. The rich and creamy delight spilled down my throat. I suckled at it, loving every moment of nursing at her. I loved how she sighed. How she enjoyed what I did to her.

Donna and I both nursed with noisy passion. The wet suckles grew. I glanced at her, our eyes meeting as we both drew out that wondrous breast milk. I filled my mouth with every suckle, not swallowing it now. Donna’s cheeks bulged.

We ripped our mouths off our mothers’ nipples and came together. I kissed my girlfriend and thrust my tongue, coated in my mother’s milk, into Donna’s mouth full of the same creamy treat. We mixed our mothers’ dairy delight.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Mrs. Lemon groaned. “I bet they brought us over here just to do this.”

We did.

“It is hot to witness,” Mom purred. “Ooh, milk’s dribbling down their chins. How cute.”

I kissed my girlfriend with passion as we swapped our mothers’ milk back and forth. We shared the incestuous, dairy delight with each other, our lips working together. I was so glad that I had knocked up our mothers. That we were dating.

That a simple belt buckle had changed the world forever. This one was so much better than the old one. I would still be a virgin playing video games with my friends instead of having a hot mom and a sexy girlfriend. My friends were all banging their moms, too. It was a wondrous world.

The milk did leak out and slowly it melted away. We broke the kiss, panting. My dick throbbed so hard. I squeezed both my mother’s tits. Milk shot into the air. She shuddered as the hot milk splashed back down on my hands and her boobs.

“Mmm, you have to fuck me now,” Donna moaned. “I need to have your sperm in me so when my egg is released, they’ll find her and fertilize her.”

“Oh, yes, yes, breed your girlfriend,” moaned Mom. “I think her mother and I should be here for that happy moment.”

“Yes, yes, I need a baby,” Donna moaned and pressed down between our mothers, squirming to sort of make room. Mrs. Lemon scooted over to the side. “Fuck me, Jason. Breed me. Make me into a MILF, too! I want to be a sexy MILF!”

Her mother rolled onto her side, her pregnant belly rubbing into Donna’s hip. Big boobs piled into two lush mounds. I shuddered, my dick so hard. I wanted to do just that. I wanted to pound Donna and pump her full of my sperm.

“Do it, honey,” Mom groaned. “Make your girlfriend into a mother. Put a son in her belly. Even a daughter. Just knock her up.”

I grinned and moved between my girlfriend’s thighs, her shaved pussy dripping with her excitement. Her round breasts jiggled as she sucked in deep breaths. Mom rolled onto her side, too, a comfortable position for the heavily pregnant woman to adopt.

Mom grabbed Donna’s left breast, idly squeezing it. Mrs. Lemon seized her daughter’s right boob. Donna groaned and quivered as the two MILFs played with her. She grabbed my cock and pulled me to her cunt, her touch so warm on my dick.

“Fuck me hard, Jason!” she moaned. “Just ram that big dick into my cunt. It’ll feel amazing. Just the best. Come on and ram into me. Plunge that dick into my pussy.”

My dick throbbed at her words. She rubbed me into her flesh. I shuddered at the feel of that wondrous pussy against my crown. Her juices coated the tip. She nuzzled me into her clit and gasped in delight. Her eyes sparkled.

“Fuck me, Jason!” she moaned. “Just ram that big dick into me and pound me hard. I need it. I need it so much.”

“Yes!” I groaned and pressed my cock into her twat. I felt the delight of her silky pussy lips spreading over my cock. “Donna!”

“Oh, ram into her and breed her, honey,” Mom purred, her hand squeezing Donna’s breast.

“Yes, yes, Jason, knock up my little girl,” whimpered Mrs. Lemon. She shifted her head then latched onto her daughter’s nipple.

As I slid into Donna’s cunt, she squealed and clamped her twat down around me. Her mother nursed on that nub. One day, milk would come out of her nipple. I had to make sure that happened. I had to breed her. My nuts had to produce the cum So my swimmers could find the target.

I bottomed out in her pussy, savoring the silky wetness of her teenage cunt. Her flesh clamped down on me as I drew back my cock. She squealed in delight, her flesh massaging me. I groaned at how incredible that felt.

Her pussy suckled at me as I thrust back into her. She massaged the crown, sending pleasure shooting down to my balls smacking into her taint. I shuddered at the feeling. I loved the way her snatch held me.

“Fuck!” I groaned as I pumped away at her. “Oh, fuck, that’s good. Donna!”

“Mmm, pound her pussy, Jason,” Mom cooed. “Be a good boy and pound her hard.”

“Yes, Mama!”

“Oh, he is, Mrs. Reynolds!” gasped Donna, her cunt clamping down on me as I pumped away at her snatch. “Just such a good boy! He’s going to breed me!”

Mrs. Lemon moaned around her daughter’s nipple, suckling with hunger on that rubbery nub. Donna’s pussy clenched around my dick, holding me. Teasing me. I shuddered, savoring the way she gripped me. How that silky twat massaged me.

My balls grew tighter with my cum as I pumped away at her. I fucked her hard. I thrust into her over and over, reveling in the heaven of her pussy. Her snatch gripped me, swelling the delight at the tip of my cock.

“Breed me! Breed me!” Donna chanted.

Mom pinched my girlfriend’s nipple. “Mmm, yes, yes, you have to knock her up. You have to give her a baby. Just a wonderful baby. Just plow into her and cum in her pussy. I want to be a grandmother.”

“You’re going to be a grandmother,” I groaned. “Mrs. Lemon, Mrs. Best, Principal Shaver, and Mrs. Donovan are all having your grandchildren.”

“Mmm, grandmother,” moaned Mom, her finger twisting her nipple.

“Yes, yes, I’m going to have your son’s babies, Mrs. Reynolds.” Donna kissed my mother.

Their lips melted together. Their tongues danced as I pumped away at Donna’s juicy cunt. I fucked into her hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her snatch. Her lovely twat gripped me. She held me with it. I loved every second of her twat squeezing about me.

I fucked her with passion. I slammed to the hilt in her cunt. Her mother suckled at her nipple as my balls smacked into her flesh. I grunted as the ache built and built at the tip of my dick. It was heaven to fuck into her. To pump away at her lovely twat.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Donna! I am going to breed you!”

Mom broke the kiss with my girlfriend. “That’s the spirit, Jason. Such a good boy. Make Donna into a sexy MILF. Pump her full of all that baby-making spunk in your nuts.”

Mrs. Lemon popped her mouth off her daughter’s nub. “That’s right. Ooh, you just have to pump her full of all your cum! That’ll be so hot!”

“It will!” Donna squealed. “Oh, Mommy, his big dick is churning me up. I’m going to cum on his big dick and have his baby!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned as I fucked her hard and fast.

I drove my dick into her. I loved how she gripped me with her silky flesh. Held me with her tight, fertile twat. It was fantastic to have her cunt massaging me. Every thrust into her twat brought me closer and closer to cumming.

Closer and closer to spurting all that spunk into her. I would cum so hard. I would pump her full of all that jizz. It would be fantastic. I couldn’t wait for that wondrous moment. I groaned, my dick aching and throbbing as I plowed into her.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, that’s good. That’s just delicious. Feel my big dick? Feel it plowing into you?”

“Yes!” she moaned, her cunt squeezing about my dick. I plowed into her. I fucked her hard and fast. I loved the feel of her pussy squeezing around me. She had such a wonderful one. I loved the way her twat held me tight. “Oh, you are driving me wild! Breed me!”

“My balls are getting there, Donna,” I groaned. “Got a big load of sperm just aching to flood you!”

“Flood my daughter!” Mrs. Lemon moaned, her pregnant belly rubbing into her daughter’s side.

“Mmm, pump her full of all that cum!” Mom added. “Give me a grandson. Yes, yes, knock up your sexy girlfriend.”

“Yes, Mama!” I groaned, slamming my cock deep and hard into my girlfriend’s cunt.

Donna shuddered. Her thighs gripped my waist. She held me tight as I buried my cock into her. I plowed to the hilt in her snatch. She gasped, her cunt going wild. She quivered between our pregnant mothers as she climaxed on my dick.