The morning light filtered through the kitchen curtains as I stood by the stove, flipping eggs and adjusting my apron. It was March 14, 2025, and my favorite man was finally stirring awake. “Good morning, sweetie,” I called out, my voice soft and teasing. “How’s my beautiful boy? I let you sleep in—you looked so exhausted last night.”
He rubbed his eyes, still groggy, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You alright, baby? I might’ve gone a little overboard. Three loads out of you—mommy just couldn’t help herself. I wanted every drop of your wonderful cum inside me.” I giggled, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I hope I didn’t tire you out too much.”
He nodded, still half-asleep, and I turned to plate his breakfast—eggs and toast, his favorite. “So, what’s on the menu for today?” I asked, leaning against the counter. “Out with friends again? Didn’t you just see them a couple days ago?” His plans spilled out, and I pouted playfully. “Do you have to leave right this second? Can’t you stay and play with your mommy?”
I stepped closer, letting the apron—my only cover—shift just enough to catch his eye. “I know I’ve been riding you ragged this week. It’s just… I’m so fertile right now, and we’ve been trying for a while. You asked to breed me, remember? I was hoping you’d have time before you go.”
He hesitated, glancing at the clock, and I sighed. “Oh, no. I guess you don’t wanna be late. Alright, dear. We’ll try again tonight. But you can’t start your day without breakfast—you need your energy, young man.” I slid the plate in front of him, then twirled slightly. “What do you think of my outfit? This apron? Oh, no reason. I just didn’t feel like wearing clothes today.”
I smirked, bending over to check the oven. “I thought I’d do some baking—put some buns in the oven. Pastries, I mean.” The tray of dough was rising nicely, and I lingered there, hips swaying. “What do you think, baby? Do mommy’s buns look nice and soft? They’d be even better with a cream filling. Maybe you could help with that before you go?”
His eyes locked on me, and I giggled. “Oh, sorry, sweetie. Was I distracting you with my ass? I’d hate for you to be late.” But then his hands were on me—strong, forceful, grabbing my hips. “Oh, you naughty boy,” I gasped, loving the way he squeezed. “Such strong hands from my beautiful son. That’s it—touch your mommy. Feel her up.”
I pressed back against him, feeling his hardness through his pants. “Oh my, did I do that to you? Do you want mommy to help?” I purred, guiding his hands to my breasts. “Take it off for me, baby. That’s my good boy.” His pants dropped, and I rubbed against him, slow and deliberate. “You like it when mommy teases your cock, so full of cum for me?”
“Do you wanna use me again?” I whispered, voice thick with need. “Slide that hard cock into mommy’s warm, wet, fertile pussy?” He didn’t answer with words—just a thrust that made me moan. “Oh, fuck. Yes, baby. Fuck your mommy. Be as rough as you need.”
I gripped the counter, apron slipping as he took me from behind. “Mommy’s here for you. We can be quick—I didn’t wanna make you late.” But then I laughed, breathless. “I lied, baby. I’ve been a bad mommy. I wore this apron on purpose. Bent over on purpose. I wanted you to fuck me—use me like the whore of a mother I am, right into my fertile pussy.”
“Harder,” I begged. “Spank my ass, please.” His hand cracked against me, and I shivered. “I’m yours. Stuff your mommy. Give me that hard cock.” He pounded into me, relentless, and I lost myself in it. “You fuck me so good, sweetheart. Use me however you want—whatever hole—just make sure you shoot that sticky load right into mommy.”
“That’s what you want, right? To breed me? Shove that cock into my wet pussy every night and make me yours?” I gasped, teetering on the edge. “Fuck me more. Spank me. Grab my ass tight. Breed me, please—I need it so badly.”
“Are you gonna cum?” I panted. “Do it. Fill my cunt with your hot load.” And he did—his release pulsed into me, thick and warm, dripping down my thighs. “Oh, baby, yes. Pump it deeper into my fertile pussy. So much—so good.” I trembled, overwhelmed. “Your cum inside me, my own son’s seed. Thank you, sweetie. You filled my buns after all.”
He pulled back, catching his breath, and I straightened, smoothing my apron with a grin. “Oh my, you’re going out, right? I hope I didn’t make you too late. Be home before I go to bed—mommy wants to try again tonight. Love you, baby.”
Closing Note
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