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All in the Life of a Loud	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 11493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Author's Notes:
Mama Juicy is the OC created by Flagg1991 in his fic, The BS Life of Lemy Loud. She is disgusting, horrible, immoral, and rancid.
Enjoy~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2018)
Mama Juicy
Mama Juicy was sitting in her grandma's basement spare room, heaving as she sat down on her mattress. The walk down the short flight of stairs nearly killed her. Just like it did every time. But Mama didn't care. She was training… had been training for months now. Getting some meat on her bony thighs and some junk in the trunk.
When she first saw that hunky slab of boymeat she weight a measly two-fifty. Now she was pushing four, and she couldn't have been any more proud.
Mama looked down at her thighs, seeing two bloated whales sticking out from a mound of blubbery mass that better resembled a hippopotamus than any human being.
She smirked, revealing her yellow, rotted teeth.
Yeah, baby, yo gonna shake what yo mama gave ya~
She forced herself up onto her feet, the concrete floor groaning beneath her pudgy toes. Behind her, the mattress gasped for breath, but the indentions where her fat ass cheeks always sat down would never go away. Much like a man's arm doesn't grow back once it's cut off, that mattress was permanently scarred and suffering PTSD every time it heard its mistress tromp down the cracking basement steps.
She waddled over to her armoire, her million rolls tumbling and crashing like a tsunami battering the Pacific Rim. She flung open the door, and a goofy grin crossed her face as she looked on a porcelain bust of Lemy Loud. She picked it up and planted a wet kiss to the nose with her chapped lips, before slithering her fuzzy tongue all over his face and raking her rotted teeth across his eyebrows.
"Hey there, sexy. Why don't you come show Mama Juicy a good time~?"
She cradled the bust to her, uh, bust, and then turned toward her radio and flipped it on.
The classic tune of Girls Got Rhythm came on, and Bon Scott's voice filtered through the broken speakers, only making Mama juicier than before.
I've been around the world, I've seen a million girls.
She crashed onto her back; the mattress giving out a death screech, praying for the Grim Reaper to come take it to the junkyard but crying when a Guardian Angel held it (and Mama Juicy) up with supernatural strength.
Ain't a one of them got what my lady, she's got.
She waggled her patchy, bushy monobrow at Lemy's statue before spreading her legs nice and wide for him; her pants ripping from the stress of her rolls of fat suddenly sloshing over the side like a river rippling down a waterfall.
She's stealing the spotlight, knocks me off my feet.
Her fungus-infested hangnails curled with her pudgy toes in utter excitement for what was about to happen.
She took that bust and pressed Lemy's sweet, nubile, precious, forbidden lips to her coochie-coo, and she yowled like a cat getting its insides scraped out with a barbed pecker. Her head slammed back as her thighs clamped around him. God, his tongue was slipping into her depths now, squirming like a juicy worm, suckling on her like a newborn feasting on its mother's tit… she wasn't gonna last~!
She's enough to start a landslide, just a walkin' down the street.
Damn, fuuuuck, she could feel his tonque slipping up her tubes now, tickling her eggs, impregnating her with his saliva. She was fucking ready for him, fucking ready to give him a litter of sin kitties. God, her thighs were squeezing harder now, her voice echoing through the basement like a bear with its foot caught in a bloody trap as it slowly, agonizingly tore its leg off with claws and teeth.
Wearing dresses so tight, and lookin' dynamite!
CRUNCH! She screamed in ecstasy as Lemy head was crushed beneath her gargantuan thighs like a walnut's shell being cracked open, and the insides getting slurped up by a hungry child.
Enough to blow me out; No doubt about it, can't live without it.
Mama Juicy, her body sweating an ocean of fishy smells and mildewy body odors, looked down and giggled.
"Oops, looks like I killed you again~"
She slipped up onto the floor again and reached under the bed, pulling out another bust just like the first.
"Good thing, you're replaceable, you handsome son of Adonis~"
The girl's got rhythm.
She winked at him saucily as she pulled out a bag of decaying, peeled baby carrots.
"Now we've got the foreplay outta the way, you know mama wants that big fat cock slammed deep up her womb~"
The girl's got rhythm.
She pulled out a three inch carrot and grinned like a mad woman.
"Mmm, you're extra long for me today, aren't you, naughty boy? Ya gonna rape Mama's pussy with your three-fucking-inch schlong, ain't you? Well, come on, stallion. Make Mama yo filly."
She braced herself, placing his bust between her basketball-sized orbs of curdled milk.
"You ready, you fucking stud?"
She saw that bust blow a kiss at her and she blushed like a school girl.
She got the backseat rhythm!
Her meaty hips bounced on the mattress when she slammed that carrot in full hilt.
"Fuuuuck!" she screamed. "You like my tight pussy squeezing your big ass cock? You like how deep you're reaching? Fuck, you're hitting Mama's womb! I-I-I'm gonna cum- You're making Mama cum all over your horse dick!"
Indeed, the carrot was prodding her womb, as her whole fist, wrist, and part of her forearm was slammed inside her tight sex with plenty of room to spare.
The girl's got rhythm~
Lemy wedged his elephant dong into her cervix, making her scream in pure pain and pleasure, and it snapped off; feeding her his tiny boy sperm like an IV giving a blood transfusion. She pulled her hand out and squealed as she felt his preteen dick still inside her body, fucking her raw and risky, and making Mama Juicy the fucking mama of his litter.
An hour later, and ten carrots later, Mama Juicy finally got off the bed and went to the window. She opened it and let some fresh air into the moldy, fish-smelling room…
And she gasped.
Because Lemy fucking Loud was prancing around like goddamn Bambi on his spindly legs. And Mama could just make out the impression of his fat cock in his pants.
She yelped when she mentally stripped him down, gazing on every inch of his naked preteen body… but when she saw his fully erect pussywrecker, she nearly screamed in shock.
That fucking thing was four-fucking-inches long, and Mama didn't know if she could take such a beast up her baby factory.
She had to hurry though if she was gonna rape him before he left.
So, she went to her closet again and pulled out a jar… you know, that jar every Mama has in her closet… where she scrapes off her toe jam for later use~
And she dunked a big slab out with her hand and lubed her pussy with the stuff until she was good and slick and ready to take a fucking semi up her hole.
With a fresh pair of pants (and no panties cause Mama don't play~), Mama Juicy tromped up the stairs and out the door, chasing after her little Bambi like a mountain lion ready to sink its jaws into his neck and fuck him until his balls were dry.
"Hey, fuck face!"
She saw that sexy ass boy turn toward her with love and purest adoration in his eyes, and a burning desire to throw her down and ride her like a bronco.
"Come give Mama a kiss!"
She saw him turn to run, but that was ok. She always liked it when her boys got worked up and sweaty. It fucking turned her on so much she oozed female ejaculate from her skin.
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