Dark Dreams, Forbidden Fantasies | By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 27134 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter 3
Ferb’s mind was normally an orderly place, even in his dreams. Surrounded by digital chalkboards and wearing a white lab coat, Ferb had just finished demonstrating mathematically that a black hole could never attain infinite mass. Rather, his calculations showed, once a certain threshold was reached, the intake of matter would be balanced out by a proportionate emission of Hawking radiation.
The preteen prodigy began mentally composing an email to Stephen Hawking, thinking that the renowned cosmologist would be able to spot any potential holes in Ferb’s reasoning. But the boy’s thought process was interrupted when, amongst the mathematical formulae on the digital screen directly in front of him, the image of his mother’s face appeared.
“Hello, hon,” Linda said, her dark-blue eyes twinkling. “It’s your virtual Mom.”
Ferb’s eyebrows rose.
“I see you’ve done a lot of good work here,” Linda continued. “I’m sure your professor friend will be very impressed.”
Ferb nearly blushed—both at his mother’s pride and at the idea of Stephen Hawking being his friend. Then, strangely, the image of his mother on the screen grew larger, partially covering some of the formulae written there. He tried to remember whether he had backed everything up.
Casually fingering the top button of her white blouse, Linda—or this simulacrum of her—added, “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
She undid the button, and Ferb’s eyes goggled. His mother’s image grew larger still, now filling the screen.
“I know, sweetie,” Linda said sympathetically. “Your thoughts are so neat, but your feelings are so messy.” Gently, she added, “It might help if you expressed those feelings instead of keeping them bottled up.”
She undid a second button. Ferb swallowed.
***
Linda looked out at the jewel-blue waters of the Mediterranean as she sunned herself on the teakwood deck of a sizeable sailing yacht. Normally, in this kind of weather, she would be wearing a layer of strong sunblock, not to mention an outfit rather more modest than the pale-green bikini she had on. But out here, lounging on a deck chair in the ocean breeze, she felt unusually comfortable in her own skin.
“Would you care for a mimosa?” a British-accented voice said from behind her. “My steward, Terrence, would be happy to pour one for you.”
She turned her head and saw Ferb, smartly dressed in a blue blazer, white pants, and a captain’s hat. Her first instinct was to grab something to cover up, not wanting to embarrass her son by exposing so much of her body to him. But then she realized that this had to be a dream—not only because of the yacht and the faraway locale, but also because her boy was never so loquacious in real life.
“That sounds lovely,” she replied, relaxing.
Moments later, Linda heard Ferb say, “Ah, thank you, Terrence.” Then Ferb appeared next to her, holding a tall, slender glass of orange liquid.
“Here you are, my dear,” he said.
“Thank you,” Linda replied, accepting the glass. She took a sip and added, “It’s delicious.”
“I acquired the champagne when we made our stop in Saint-Tropez,” Ferb explained. “I explained to the vintner that I was entertaining a woman of exceptional taste...and exquisite beauty.”
He looked at her appreciatively—not just at her face, but at her whole body, his eyes taking in every inch of her. Linda again became conscious of how little she was wearing. But she reminded herself that this wasn’t the real Ferb, and she relaxed again.
“Speaking of which,” Ferb said, “I should hate to see your lovely skin reddened by excessive exposure to the sun.” He picked up a bottle of expensive, coconut-scented sunblock from a nearby table and asked, “Shall I put some of this on you?”
“Oh, yes, please,” Linda said with a smile.
***
Ferb turned his head to the side, looking away from the screen in front of him, where his mother had just slipped off her blouse to reveal her sea-green bra. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see—it was that he wanted it entirely too much. How was he meant to keep his precious thoughts in order if these decidedly improper feelings kept jumbling them up?
He needed to focus on his formulas. He looked intently at the ones on the screen to his left, trying to maintain his mental vision of the theoretical model that they described.
“Sweetheart,” his mother’s image said, “there’s no point in looking away. I’m in your system now.”
The formulas on the left-hand screen vanished, and there was Linda’s face, now appearing on two screens at once.
“Don’t worry, hon, it will all come back to you later,” she assured him. “But right now, wouldn’t you like to concentrate on these instead?”
She moved with slow, deliberate sinuousness as she unhooked her bra and let it fall away, exposing her pale, peach-sized breasts and pink nipples. Ferb’s mouth fell open.
“Ooooh,” Virtual Linda purred. “That’s exactly how I hope you’d react if I were real.” Then, subtly thrusting her chest forward, she added, “…by opening your mouth.”
***
Linda, now lying on her front on the chaise longue, smiled dreamily as Ferb rubbed lotion all over her back. Now, as he reached the center of her back, he took the liberty of undoing the strap of her bikini top. It wasn’t strictly necessary—his fingers could simply have gone under the strap as he lotioned Linda’s upper back—but Linda wasn’t inclined to complain, considering how nice it felt to have her boy’s caring hands moving freely over her skin.
When he finished with her back, he moved down to the backs of her legs, starting at her ankles and moving upward. His fingers didn’t just rub in the lotion: They massaged the muscles of her ankles, then her calves, releasing knots of tension as they went. Thus, Linda was feeling quite relaxed even when Ferb’s fingers rubbed the few square inches of her broad bottom that her bikini didn’t cover.
“Would you like to turn over?” Ferb asked.
A bit of Linda’s tension returned. Ferb was effectively asking her to expose her naked breasts to him. To her son.
It’s only a dream, Linda, she reminded herself. Just relax and enjoy it. Lots of people have incest dreams once in a while.
***
Stacy and Ginger’s oiled bodies glistened in the candlelight as the older girl finished massaging the younger one between her shoulder blades. Then Stacy gently rolled Ginger onto her back and bent down to whisper sultrily into the pretty preteen’s ear.
“Time to teach you about love, little sister.”
“Teach me about love?” Ginger replied skeptically. “Have you ever even kissed anyone on the lips?”
Stacy leaned down and pressed her lips against Ginger’s—gently at first, and then with growing ardor. Ginger was soon returning the kiss with equal passion, her mouth open, feverishly drinking in her sister’s essence. Then Stacy released her and straightened up, looking down at the panting girl, whose tan skin was flushing red with arousal.
“I have now,” Stacy said smugly.
***
“Well, I don’t see why not,” Linda said, turning over onto her back and revealing her bare chest to her nattily dressed son.
Ferb gazed at her, and his smile was one of appreciation for something beautiful, with only a hint of salaciousness.
He put more lotion on his hands and smoothed it over her stomach, beginning at the top edge of her bikini and working his way upward. Linda giggled when his pinkie finger momentarily toyed with her navel as he lotioned her midsection.
Her breathing quickened incrementally as Ferb’s fingers crossed the lower edge of her ribcage, and again when his fingertips grazed the undersides of her breasts.
He smiled again, disarmingly, and said, “You are truly magnificent. A veritable paragon of womanhood.”
Linda blushed. “Well, I don’t know about that…”
The truth was, she had always been a bit disappointed with her breast size—not in an absolute sense, but simply because her smallish breasts didn’t seem to go with her substantial hips. For reasons of its own, nature had decided to give her only the bottom half of the hourglass figure that her younger self had hoped to grow into.
“I know,” Ferb replied, warm and insistent.
His hands moved up and onto her breasts, spreading lotion over them as he caressed her. With every touch of Ferb’s fingers on her bare breasts, Linda felt pleasure that began on her skin and went down into her flesh, penetrating like the warmth of the sun. It was decidedly arousing.
The pleasurable sensations in her breasts grew, and she realized that this was because, under Ferb’s hands, her breasts themselves were swelling. Her previously small mounds were expanding until they outgrew the hands that cupped and massaged them. Her pale-pink areolas widened in diameter, their proportions keeping up with those of the growing orbs beneath them. Her nipples, now stiff with arousal, grew longer and thicker, as if seeking a mouth to suck them. And with every millimeter her breasts expanded, the pleasurable sensations deep inside them intensified.
Don’t stop, she whispered in her mind. Keep growing...
***
“I’m glad you like them,” Virtual Linda said, cupping her breasts as Ferb stared. He fleetingly thought about looking away, but that was no longer an option; her image was on every screen now, surrounding him. And somehow, he couldn’t make himself close his eyes. Thus, he could do nothing but stare at his mother’s bare chest, larger than life.
“But you know,” she went on, “I’m just a simulation.” Then, smiling wider, she added, “Which means that you can alter my specifications...any way you want.”
Ferb blinked. Did she mean…?
“Oh, yes, sweetheart,” she said. “I know just what kind of modifications you’d like to make.”
Ferb could do nothing but stare as his mother’s breasts grew before his eyes, expanding until each one was a complete handful. Linda looked down at them, then up at Ferb.
“You like them like this, don’t you?” she teased. “They were about this big when I was nursing your sister and brother.” Then, with a sly smile, she added, “But I know you don’t want me to stop there.”
Her breasts swelled again, growing until she could no longer cup them in her hands. By the time their expansion ceased, each was the size of Linda’s head. They were impossibly firm, the large nipples pointing straight ahead as they stiffened.
“I suppose these would be inconvenient in real life,” Virtual Linda said, lightly caressing her huge, spherical breasts with her fingertips. “But in here...well, they’re nothing but fun.”
Ferb was embarrassed to realize that not only was his mouth open again, but his tongue was hanging out. He pulled it back into his mouth and, despite his inability to look away from his topless virtual mother and her now-huge endowments, he forced himself to consider the situation logically.
This was a dream. His mother—or rather this mental representation of her—had said as much. Thus, nothing that was happening here was real. This was just his subconscious mind doing its job: processing the new memories it had collected during the day and, in doing so, mixing them up with other memories, thoughts, and wishes. And it appeared that one of the end products of this process was a vision of Ferb’s idealized version of his mother, a woman of overwhelming femininity, supremely maternal and sexual at the same time. So there was nothing to be concerned about; nothing that happened here would have any effect on the real world.
“Imagine if you could touch them,” Linda said. “You’d like that, I know you would: to weigh them in your hands, feel how round and smooth and soft they are, to feel my hard nipples against your palms…”
Ferb was nearly panting now. God, yes, he admitted to himself. I want that. I want it so badly…
“You can, you know,” Virtual Linda said. “All you have to do is print me.”
Ferb was suddenly aware that beyond the screen to his right stood a three-dimensional printer that was large enough to fabricate a human-sized object. And next to his right hand, there was now a small console with a big green button labeled “PRINT.”
“Go on, sweetie,” she said. “Print me out, and we’ll have some fun. You can talk to your scientist friend at Oxford later.”
Ferb’s hand had been slowly moving toward the button, but now he stopped it in place, puzzled. Why would Virtual Linda, who was meant to be an ideal version of his mother, say “Oxford” when Stephen Hawking was famously at Cambridge? His ideal mother wouldn’t make such a mistake.
But his real mother would.
“Ferb,” the woman on the screens said, suddenly sounding every bit like the Linda Flynn-Fletcher he knew. “Let me in. Please.”
Ferb blinked. This was her. His mother.
This could be explained by science, although it was pretty weird science. Someone, Ferb speculated, had built a device to temporarily boost the activity of the unconscious brain during REM sleep, to the point that the radiofrequency castoff of one person’s neuronal firing could be received and translated back into neurotransmissions by another sleeping person’s brain. It wouldn’t be that hard to do. Why someone would do it, though, was more difficult to fathom.
But there was only one way he could think of to find out more. He hit the button, and the 3D printer whirred to life.
***
Linda lay on the chaise longue, basking in both the Mediterranean sun and her young lover’s attentions as he caressed Linda’s now-substantial breasts. Their growth had stopped, but the wonderful sensations continued as Ferb’s fingers roamed the surface of her orbs.
From somewhere to Linda’s left, a voice spoke in a synthesized monotone. “Do you require anything else, sir? I will need to recharge shortly.”
Linda looked, and there stood a wheeled robot in a black jacket and tie.
“No, that will be all, Terrence,” Ferb replied.
“Have a pleasant evening sir, madam,” the robot said, and rolled away.
That’s odd, Linda thought. I never dream about robots. And it doesn’t really fit with the rest of this scene. Then again, odd things that don’t go together are pretty common in dreams.
Forgetting her momentary puzzlement, Linda went back to focusing on the feel of Ferb’s skilled hands on her big, bare breasts. His fingers began to tease her nipples, and it seemed that he had abandoned the pretense of lotioning her with sunblock.
“You are so very beautiful,” Ferb whispered, even as his touch elicited tingly electric sensations from her fully erect nipples.
“Why, Ferb Fletcher,” Linda said, playful and sultry. “Are you trying to seduce me?”
She was expecting a witty reply—a bit of banter appropriate to this novelesque scenario. Instead, Ferb looked into her eyes and said, “Yes. Yes, I am.”
And then she knew: This Ferb may have been made in part from the stuff of Linda’s dreams and fantasies, but part of him was real. Somehow, this was her son, here in her dream.
“Please, Mum,” he said softly. “Let me in.”
She put a hand to his face and said, “All right.”
***
The room that coalesced around them had white walls like Ferb’s inner sanctum, but the floor was jewel-blue tile. Nearby were a swimming pool and a hot tub, built into the floor.
Linda approached Ferb. His eyes widened; she was wearing a bikini of the same sea green as the bra she had worn in his dream, and her breasts were every bit as large as Virtual Linda’s had been.
“Ferb, honey,” she said, “that’s really you, isn’t it?”
Ferb nodded.
“Do you know how it is that we’re in the same dream?”
He put his hand out flat and waggled it as if to say, More or less.
“And it’s nothing dangerous? Nothing we should worry about?”
Ferb shook his head. He could not foresee any serious adverse consequences to their sharing a dream, unless it happened repeatedly over consecutive nights. Presumably, that wasn’t going to happen, unless the scientist behind this was especially mad.
“Good,” Linda said, coming closer. Ferb couldn’t help but look at her gorgeous dream-body...and the intriguingly inscrutable expression on her face.
“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Linda said, her tone as warm as the steam that arose from the hot tub at their feet. “I think you and I have some feelings for each other that we can’t express when we’re awake. And I think we both know ourselves well enough not to be in denial about it.”
Ferb nodded. As messy as it was, he couldn’t ignore or suppress the attraction that he felt for her. In this dream world, denial seemed to be of little use.
***
Linda smiled down at Ferb. He was still wearing white pants and a blue jacket, but the captain’s hat was gone, and the jacket was a bit longer, somewhere between a blazer and a lab coat.
“You look very handsome in that outfit,” Linda said, making Ferb blush. She was glad, because it meant he knew that she was being sincere. Ferb wasn’t good-looking in a conventional sense, but he had a special kind of magnetism that was rare even in adult men, let alone preteen boys. She had no doubt that women would flock to him when he was older.
Linda knelt down, putting herself at eye level with Ferb. “Sweetheart,” she said, “if you want to express any of those feelings I was talking about…that would be all right with me.”
She didn’t dare word the question any more strongly than that. Her desire for Ferb was aching to be satisfied, but she was the parent and he the child. Dream or no dream, she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she did anything to pressure Ferb into doing something he wasn’t ready for.
She didn’t expect him to answer her in words. But she also didn’t expect him to respond as he did: by putting his arms around her and kissing her delicately on the lips.
“I’m so glad, sweetheart,” she whispered. “I suppose there’s no safer place for us to do this than in a dream.”
Now she initiated the kiss, wrapping her arms around her son and holding him tight. She knew he would love the sensation of her big dream-breasts pressed against his chest, just as she loved holding him against them.
When their kiss broke, Ferb shrugged off his jacket, then raised his arms. Linda remembered the signal well, from the days when her boy needed help to dress and undress himself, and she pulled off his turtleneck. She found herself looking hungrily at her half-naked son, and she could see her desire mirrored in the boy’s eyes. But there was one more thing she needed to do before she could let herself give in to that desire.
“Ferb, honey,” Linda said, “before we do this, I want to be very, very clear about something: My having sexual feelings for you doesn’t mean that I don’t think of you as my son. Because I do think of you that way, and I love you that way, too, just as much as I love your sister and brother. Do you understand that?”
Ferb nodded soberly.
“Good,” Linda said. She felt a warm flush run over her entire body, because now, at last, she could let all her desires and needs and buried wishes run free.
“Why don’t you give Mommy a nice hug,” she said seductively, “so you can untie her bikini top?”
Ferb gave a hint of a smile. Then he reached his arms around Linda, embracing her for the few moments it took for his nimble fingers to undo the simple knot and let the strings of her top fall. Then he released her and leaned back so that his eager eyes could take in the sight of Linda’s chest as she pulled the top away.
“Magnificent,” Ferb blurted.
His mother seized him again, this time standing up first so that Ferb’s face would be pressed into her enormous bosom.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said, joyful to have moved the laconic boy to speech. “Just for that, I’m going to let you feel Mommy up.”
Ferb blinked.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, I’m not trying to treat you like a baby. It just turns me on to call myself ‘Mommy’ while we do this. Is that all right?”
The boy nodded.
“Good,” Linda said. Then, smiling wickedly and caressing her huge breasts with both hands, she said, “Now, give Mommy’s big chest some love.”
***
Ferb put his hands on Linda’s huge breasts, exploring their new curvature until he had touched every square inch of their substantial surface. Then, after nearly a minute, his fingers moved to her pink nipples, whose areolas had expanded to almost three inches in diameter. The nipples themselves were as thick as one of Linda’s fingers and protruded from her breasts by half an inch.
Feeling their fleshy stiffness with his fingertips, Ferb couldn’t resist—he took one in his mouth and began to suck.
“Oh, yes, sweetheart,” Linda gasped. “Suck Mommy’s big breasts.”
A teakwood four-poster bed faded into existence right behind Linda. Holding Ferb in her arms, she lay back on it, her hands keeping Ferb’s head against her chest. It was clear that she did not want him to stop sucking for even a moment, and he was more than happy to oblige.
“Mommy never got to nurse you,” Linda said lovingly, “and she’s so glad to know how it feels to have her nipple in your mouth, to feel your lips and your tongue caressing it. Ohhhh, sweet boy…”
The bed moved beneath them somehow, so that now Linda’s whole body was on top of it, and Ferb’s was on top of her.
“Yes, baby,” she moaned, running her hands over his back and through his hair. “Yes, that feels so good…”
Her hands caressed the boy’s bare back as he avidly sucked her nipple. Then she opened her legs so that his hips could rest between her thighs.
“Oh, my sweet boy, you’re being so nice to Mommy...Let her be nice to you, too…”
She began moving her hips, thus grinding her pubic mound against the growing bulge in Ferb’s white slacks.
Between sucking his mother’s delightfully huge breast and this stimulation of his hardening cock, Ferb was becoming extremely aroused. He pulled his face away from Linda’s chest and looked at her hungrily, trying to tell her with his gaze just how badly he wanted her.
“Ferb,” Linda said, “I know it’s hard for you to tell me how you feel. But in here, you don’t have to tell me. You can show me.”
Ferb blinked, then nodded, comprehending. He stood up and took a couple of steps back. Then, slowly, he unzipped his pants and lowered them, and his white boxers along with them.
***
Linda gasped as Ferb revealed an enormous erection, bigger than any she had ever seen in waking life. Intuitively, she knew that this wasn’t representative of Ferb’s actual physical form; rather, the size of his member was a reflection of the intensity of his desire for her.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she breathed. “Bring that here to me.”
He approached her, his cock—which was about the size of his forearm—swaying as he walked. As soon as it came within reach, Linda took it in both hands and began to massage it.
“Ferb, honey,” she said, never looking away from the boy’s huge member, “is this how much you want me?”
The boy nodded, and Linda smiled. “Then let me show you how much I want you.”
She got up from the bed and knelt down on a soft, white throw rug that had just appeared next to it. Then she said, “Come here, baby. Let me nurse from you the way you did from me.”
She opened her mouth invitingly. Ferb approached and put the head of his great endowment between his mother’s parted lips. In waking life, she would never be able to fit such a thing in her mouth, but this was a dream, where anything was possible. So she opened wider and took in her son’s whole cockhead, her dark-blue eyes looking up at him as she did. And even with a big mouthful of him, Linda could still speak to her son with her mind.
Oh, Ferb, my love, she thought to him as she sucked him gently. Do you ever fantasize about this? Do you ever think about what it would be like to put your penis in Mommy’s mouth?
He didn’t have to answer in words; he could show her, replaying a fantasy he had had late one night when he was half asleep and his inhibitions were lowered, of his mother entering his bedroom in her lacy blue nightgown. Smiling silently, she fished his hard shaft out of his pajama bottoms and took it lovingly into her mouth.
Oh, that’s beautiful, sweetheart, Linda thought to him.
She kept just the head of his cock in her mouth, but now she lavished her affection on it, making love to it with her lips and tongue as her hands stroked the length of his shaft. Ferb’s oddly sized eyes nearly rolled back in his head.
Her fingers began to explore his balls. They, too, were huge with desire, and she needed both hands to cup them.
Oh, my beautiful boy, Linda thought, I can feel the big load of your love that’s building up inside these. You want to give it to me, don’t you? Because I want it. Let me show you how I want it.
She released his cockhead from her mouth, got up from her knees, and sat on the edge of the bed. Then, with flexibility she did not possess in the waking world, she spread her legs in a full split, each leg resting on the edge of the bed. This exposed her red-tufted sex to Ferb’s full view.
“Ferb, sweetheart,” she said, “come and make love to Mommy. I never got to carry you inside me; let me have your big, thick penis inside me instead.”
The boy’s usually neutral facial expression gave way to a look of naked lust as he looked at his sexy, wide-open mother. Never able to entirely turn off his ever-active mind, Ferb recalled what Sigmund Freud had said about a male’s sexual desire resulting from an unconscious wish to return to his mother’s womb. Ferb wondered what the Austrian neurologist-turned-psychologist would say about this situation: a boy wanting to be inside a woman who had not given birth to him but whom he nonetheless thought of as his mother. And that woman wanting the boy inside her, as well.
Even as these thoughts passed through his head, Ferb did not hesitate to accept his mother’s invitation. He moved directly in front of her, his wide cockhead poking her thigh. Linda looked down at it and smiled lustily.
“Put it in slowly, love,” she said. “I want to feel every inch.”
He put his thick head between the lips of her sex, which were dark pink and utterly wet with arousal. Then he began to push into her—slowly, as his mother had asked.
“Yes, sweetheart,” Linda said, looking down in excited wonder as inch after inch of Ferb’s mammoth member entered her body. “Put the whole thing inside me. I can take it all.”
Ferb eased in, and in, and in, the excitement on his mother’s face growing by the moment. When he finally had his entire length inside her, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him tight.
“Oh, my sweet boy,” Linda moaned into his ear. “You must love Mommy very much to give her so much of yourself.”
Ferb was overjoyed, not only to be so deep inside his beautiful mother, but to know that she understood what he most wanted her to understand: that he loved her deeply, both as a mother and as a woman.
“Mommy loves you too, baby,” she said tenderly. Then, her voice becoming huskier, she said, “Now fuck her.”
Slowly, he pulled partway out and then pushed back in, again and again. After the first couple of strokes, Linda begin to move with him, her hips shifting forward and back in a sinuous fashion that Ferb found utterly sexy, both in the way it looked and in the way it stimulated his cock.
They slow-fucked for some time, Ferb’s gaze periodically shifting between his mother’s face, with her parted lips and closed eyes, and the place where his huge member moved in and out of her, the lips of her sex clinging to his shaft with every out-stroke as if trying to hold on to it, to pull it back in.
“You can go faster if you want to, sweetheart,” Linda said.
Ferb definitely wanted to. His pace increased from slow pushing and pulling to steady pumping. Linda held onto him, her legs around his waist and her big breasts pressed firmly against his chest.
“Mmm, yessss,” Linda sighed. “My big boy, so nice inside me…”
Up to now, Ferb had been holding onto Linda’s waist. But now that the fucking was intensifying, he needed a better grip. So his hands moved down and took hold of his mother’s wide hips, gripping them firmly.
He had done it deliberately, but it felt like instinct: to take hold of this beautiful, fertile, mature woman’s hips and push himself into her farther, harder. He fucked her strong and steady now, using his firm grip on her hips to make sure he got all the way in on every stroke.
“Mmm,” Linda purred. “You make me feel so...womanly, when you hold my hips like that.”
Ferb had always considered himself to have excellent self-control. But between the sensation of his mother’s magnificent hips in his hands and the incredibly arousing words she had just murmured into his ear, the effect on his libido was like that of spraying a campfire with a gallon of rocket fuel. Lust forced its way past his will, and he couldn’t help but start fucking his mother deep, fast, and hard.
“Oh my!” Linda shouted, wrapping her arms tightly around Ferb’s shoulders and her legs around his ass to keep his powerful thrusts from pushing her away.
“Sweetheart,” she gasped, her voice shaking from the rapid and forceful fucking. “Do I...make you...this hot?...That makes...me feel...so good…”
None of this was lessening Ferb’s need to fuck Linda as hard as possible. The only reply he could manage was a sort of lusty growl as he pumped her like a madman.
“You’re almost...about...to cum...aren’t you…baby?” Linda gasped. “When you cum...I want you...to do it...inside me.”
God, it was like she knew exactly what to say to drive him to ever-greater heights of sexual frenzy.
“There’s so much...inside...those big balls... sweetheart…” she panted. “Just empty them...into me...Give me...all of it…”
That was as much as he could take. Screaming silently, he came like mad, shooting gout after gout after gout of semen into his mother’s receptive body. Linda screamed like she was on fire and came along with him, her arms and legs and cunt squeezing him with incredible strength, milking every last drop of cum from his body and pulling it deep inside her.
When their massive, mutual orgasm finally subsided, Linda lay back on the bed, pulling Ferb onto it with her. He rolled sideways onto his back to lie next to her. Then she took his hand.
“I love you, Ferb,” she said, squeezing his hand.
Squeezing back, the boy replied, “I love you, Mommy.”
END CHAPTER 3
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