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This story is an original work of fiction by myself David C. Bennett - Damion St. James. All characters in this story are strictly my creation and are not subject to free license. Expressed written consent must be given in order to use the characters in this story.

This story contains unprotected and consensual and explicit sex between a minor male and adult female of incestuous relation. If Incest, unsafe sex, impregnation, inbreeding bother you or if you are not of legal age for your area, then do not read the following material.

(species: Otters)

(tags: F/b, Hetero, unsafe/bareback, impregnation, incest, inbreeding, oral, vaginal, lactation [heavy], spooge)

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The Next Generation - Volume III

Ivory & Michael

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I stood waiting in my living room, knowing my ex husband was about to drop my son off for the weekend thanks to the court-approved visitations. Since I was unemployed, and since I honestly hand no aspirations to start working I lived nicely off my ex husband's child support payments, and off the government aid that I received - but of course that's not what this story is about. Let me introduce myself, you can call me Ivory. I just turned 30 last month, and I'm the mother of one 12 year old son. I completed high school, and spent the last 12 years of my life trading off raising Michael, my wonderful and utterly beautiful son.

He was definitely beautiful to behold. He was lean, and slightly muscled from all the swimming that he did, and he definitely filled out that speedo in just the right way. His fur was a most delicious color reddish brown with a more yellowish brown chest and facial pattern - I dare say he was far more attractive otter than his father ever was. The thought of my son made my loins stir, and made me wet. I let out a husky sigh, and rubbed my warming groin, my own swimsuit was getting damp and I hadn't even entered the backyard pool yet.

Before I could get too familiar with myself, I had to remember to save myself for later. I turned and looked at myself on the mirror on the wall. My hair had been done in a long set of corn rows that had been pulled into a braid in the back. My son and I swim and awful lot, so its only prudent that I keep it out of the way. I was wearing one of my more skimpy white bikinis, and a matching robe. It was opened as a welcoming gesture; I knew Michael would like it. I'd stopped the dolling up at putting on makeup, but I knew Michael felt I was beautiful without the makeup.

Outside I heard the sound of a car pull up. My heart leapt a beat, and I collected myself. I walked over to the door and opened it, to see the sight of my ex husband and son stepping out of the car. John - the ex - was standing beside his car now, lighting up a cigarette. He was merely a shell of the man I once knew in high school - a man who dreamt of being the next Kurt when it came to Olympic swimming. Now all he cared about was doing his work at the glass factory, and raising Michael. Michael now was carrying on the dream of the family for swimming glory.

And there he was, wearing nothing but some slightly damp swimming speedos of mild magenta, my lean but muscled god stepped from the car, toweling off his back a little as he walked around the car, and sat on the hood. "Hi mom!" He said happily.

I gave Mike a little wave, and then looked to John, placing my hands on my hips. "John I thought we said no smoking in front of the boy?"

John shook his head. "Get off my back woman - I smoke to ease the tension I feel whenever I'm near you." He said as he turned and looked towards Mike. "Good swim today, but you got to work on that butterfly otherwise you're going to get killed in next week's competition understand?"

Mike rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yeah Dad I got you."

John turned and looked right back at me, sighing. "His butterfly form is sub-par at best. I know you still swim and you were all-state just like me, so have him work on it will you?"

I made a silly face and saluted John like a soldier would. "Yessir...I'll get right on that."

John shook his head again and sat back in the drivers seat. "You never change Ivory. You're too laid back for your own good, you need to grow up and do something."

"Oh, I'll do something alright, wait till you see what I have planned." I thought to myself before giving a doll like wave and said. "Drive safely John; see you Monday."

John slammed the door on his car, and gunned the engine before he pulled out of the driveway, and Mike and I walked into the house.

I closed the door behind me, locking it, and turned, opening my arms for Mike. Mike, setting down his towel, ran over and hugged me, and buried his face in my chest. I allowed this and gave a sigh, running my hands up and down his back. I gave a long sigh and shrugged out of my robe, I wouldn't need it anymore.

Mike then moved his mouth in a slow series of kisses towards my left breast, and pulled the fabric of my bikini down, letting my crème brown breasts spill out. His hands moved behind my back, and undid the knot holding my bikini together, and began to untie it, my face growing rapidly flushed at this sudden onslaught of affection; but I didn't put a stop to it, rather I wrapped my hands and arms around his head, and held him to the very breast he's known was available to him anytime and anywhere since he was just a baby. I felt his mouth wrap around my nipple, and begin to drink from me. My sweet milk began to flow into his mouth, making me hiss in pleasure, as my heat's always made me lactate a bit more than usual - the women in my family always lactate for virtually the rest of their lives once they hit puberty. This of course worked out for Mike and me, because he was a very thirsty boy.

"Oh what a hello!" I said huskily, my voice almost masculine but yet feminine enough to sound like the barely pubescent boys Mike fooled around with on occasion. Mike just made a happy little mrr, and wagged his otter tail back and forth in a happy swish while his tongue lapped at my nipple and his lips and cheeks pulled and nursed like a child. A free hand went to my sides, and undid the knots of the bottom half of my bikini, revealing my naked heat to my son's crotch. I could feel his erection separated by a mere thin membrane of spandex product - but it was still so hard and so hot...I wanted it. Course mother would have to wait.

Mike brought his hands back up, and wrapped them around my breasts, and moved his mouth to the center of my cleavage once more. I wasn't the bustiest woman - B cup - but he loved my tits nonetheless, they were practically his favorite treat growing up next to more intimate parts of my body. Oh, if only John was more open minded, he'd understand just how much affection our little boy needed and what fun the three of us could have had. But losers are exactly that, losers and they loose out on the greater things in life like your own son sucking at your chest and sliding down, milking your nipples so your milk squirted and rained down upon both his and your body like jizzum from a cock.

"Oh God son...it's only been a week...but...please don't slow down..." I said, biting my lip as my itch was finally going to be scratched by the only boy who knew just how to scratch it. As my son knelt in front of my crotch, my pheromones must have made me quite odious and desirable to his instincts; I didn't doubt he could feel the radiating heat coming off my swollen labia and my slightly protruding pudenda. Yet with all our intimacy none of this phased my son, and he edged me to the couch where I sat down, and slouched to place my vagina at a better angle for his mouth to reach.

"And every day without your hot pussy around my dick or tongue mom was terrible agony, a thousand fires burning me for witch one mere drop of your sweet essence would quell if it would be but in arms reach." He said, before snickering and saying, "How's that for romantic?" as rivulets of my milk continued to drip down his face. I came, just from the sight, a jet of my femcum spattering his face as well, adding to the mess. He made a surprised noise, before moaning and looking back up at me.

"Mom, that's my job." He said with a grin, before he nearly quite literally dove into me. I felt him press his muzzle to the very organ which created him and nurtured him and spurned him 12 years before, and begin to kiss and lick. With a start, I spread my legs wide and laid one over the leg of the couch, and then hugged the other leg to my chest, highlighting not only my more desirable parts to my child but also showcasing my flexibility. I felt his tongue begin to lap at my folds, and my cullions, his expert tongue knowing just how to move about my vagina and how to please me. My vagina was most sensitive, despite the sex that Mike gives me I stay rather sensitive to any stimulation; and his tongue was quite the stimuli, all hot and smooth. I felt him maneuver his hands up to my breasts, and grip my nipples again to start milking them once more. Jets of milk squirted all over us both, turning us into a slightly torrid impression of a bukkake drawing. I groaned, as my pleasure washed over me.

"God...every weekend isn't enough time, we need to spend more time together..." I said in my husky-near-manly voice. He didn't say anything but he groaned and moved his tongue past my folds and into my inner recesses, bringing a sharp pang of delight up my spine that shot right up my back into my head. I threw my neck back over the back of the couch, and bayed at the ceiling and spoke no more, cause my son was giving me head.

His tongue worked in figure 8's inside of my pussy, he knew just what I liked. His hands moved down and teased my folds he couldn't get inside with his fingers, as I brought my hands to my tits, and kept drenching us in my milk. Each squeeze nearly emptied my breasts, but I knew better and that my boobs could fill up a gallon jug apiece if I were to milk nonstop like Mike and I often did during our conjugation. Mike's groan deepend as he felt a few jets hit his head and roll down his back, and I watched as he shimmied out of his swimsuit. His healthy and borderline enormous dick stood rigid between his legs, ready to dive into me.

His tongue then dove in and out of me, faster and faster, and his fingers found the hot little mommy button that made mother quite aroused when touched - my clit. I gripped my tits hard when he touched them, squeezing and torturing myself as the pleasure was becoming too much for me to handle. "Oh God!"

"Mmm I love your pussy mom...I want you to cum in my mouth...do it." He nearly commanded me. How could I say no? I gave into the pleasure and let him do whatever he wanted to me.

He began to suck at my cunt, as if trying to draw my orgasm forth, his tongue making beckoning licks toward his mouth as it grazed the roof of my pussy. I shuddered and quivered, as I felt I was going to cum quickly. "Fuck son I'm going to cum any second!"

This warning only seemed to fuel his young lust, and he rubbed his hand back and forth across my clit like a DJ would at a vinyl record. I couldn't take anymore! I threw my body right against his face and I came right in his mouth. He gagged and gargled for a moment, as his mouth was filled with jet after jet of my feminine cum. I screamed passionately, and let the world know it was my son that was giving me such delight.

My son pulled his pinkish clear cum covered face away from my vagina and crawled up my body, panting himself. He then took one of my nipples and began to squirt my warm milk all over his uncut cock, swathing it in its warmth like lubricant. I was always mentally gratified by the sight of this.

"Mmm Thanks for the cum mom, now it's your turn to get me fired up." He said lewdly as he flexed like a porn star. I smiled and pulled him closer to me, and I kneeled forward, and wrapped my hand around his 8 inch penis, and wasted no time. Unlike others, I didn't pull his foreskin back over the head, because I wanted literally every inch of his length to enjoy my mouth and throat. I passed his penis over my lips and drew it into my mouth and then deep into my throat. I expertly held my breath as I rocked my face back and forth on his cock, tasting his precum and my own milk, seeing said milk still dripping down his body like he'd been to a hot gay orgy, and my femcum dripping down his face like he'd just given me head all over again.

My son's cock was by far my favorite cock I ever sucked. It was perfect, and it never got totally hard when I sucked it - he didn't have problems no, he merely didn't get totally hard till he was ready, and that was normally my sign it was time to move to another base if you know what I mean.

But there I was, with my son balls deep in my throat, hugging his back and tracing my hands across his pert and toned buttocks, knowing that today was the day. He was unaware but this time I'd be ready for him, and this time I'd conceive and give him the gift of a child. I'd been off my birth control shots for a couple months, and now I knew for sure it was all out of my system and I was ready for him to shoot his little swimmers inside of me and make a baby, and I knew somewhere deep down that's what he wanted, otherwise he wouldn't cum in me 4 times a day every day we're together.

I felt him swivel his hips, moving his cock in different angles as I sucked his cock and licked at his length as it moved in and out of my throat. My hands held his but tighter, and I moved one hand swiftly to my cunt to finger myself - a sudden fire burning there like a hot coal had been pressed against my puffy and wanting lips. I sucked and nearly bit down on his cock, telling him just how hard I was getting for my one and only boy and he growled and hissed right back at me, his own natural response to let me know that he knew and was aware.

I spat out his cock and let it slap me in the face and I drew my maternal façade down his shaft till I was able to suck his heavy balls into my mouth, and roll them around a bit. My son jerked, and I felt his legs give way, forcing him to sit on my face and shove his balls further down my throat. I enjoyed this, and I brought two hands up to stroke his cock, sucking on his scrotum. He jerked his hips, and thrust into my hands, cussing loudly to convey his delight.

I knew he wouldn't cum until he was inside of me, or unless I sucked him for a really long time. His father was the same way, you either sucked for an hour, or fucked for half if you wanted sperm. Though I wasn't opposed to either, I did need my cunt stuffed with my son's hot stick. "Fuck me." I said around his balls. "Fuck me, fuck me!"

My son jerked his scrotum and cock free of my mouth and hands, and he placed his own hands on my tits, and squeezed them. "Nnnnggg fuck yeah mom sure. Lets make babies." He said as he slid down my body and wrapped his mouth around my right breast, and resumed nursing. Now most men in porn movies are experts at just stabbing forward and having it hit the mark, or they just have several takes before it happens. My son and I are so familiar with one another's bodies that he could do it without thinking. I felt his foreskin and head push inside, and once he had found his path, his barebacked and unprotected penis slid balls deep inside of me.

'UNNNGGGgggggg shiiiiitttt!" I groaned and closed my eyes as I was suddenly speared wide by the same cock that I'd given birth too. He growled and started to hump nice and deep and hard, moving his cock in and out of me with hot slippery and wet slaps. His teeth pinched my tit, and his tongue flicked at the flesh of my nipples, giving me even further pleasure. I came again on his cock, my third so far, sending jet after jet of hot steamy femcum all over his penis.

The orgasm seemed to only encourage him, as he rolled his hips and slapped his body against mine, his only 2/3rds my size but his cock more than enough length to please me, my hot underage incestuous lover everything I ever wanted in a man. His length moved upwards and stabbed right against my pleasure spot with each inward thrust, and withdrew and teased me at a downward angle on the way out. I held this otter close to my chest and shouted for him to drink, and fuck me, and abuse me, to use me.

His speed increased, his body lifting and beginning to thrust faster in and out of me, I felt my whole body being affected by his thrusting, rocking back and forth across the couch making my tits giggle in his mouth and hand respectively. I panted and closed my eyes, enjoying the passionate heat of the moment. Every smacking wet thud of his pelvis of mine sent a dull but strong pleasure pulse through my loins, bringing me to cum again and again on his cock, drenching his loins and the couch in my juice.

His speed became rapid now, as if he was going as fast as his young body could inside of me, his sweat and the fluids of our bodies dripping off his face and down onto me, his mouth unable to continue it's duty of nursing at the source of his food and joy, as his body was now focused on the one thing we both wanted - conjugation and hot lurid conception.

"I...want...you...marry me...mom..." He barked, his otter body starting to strain now under the need to maintain the speed that he'd assigned himself to thrust into my hot wet tight cunt. What could I say? I loved my son more than anything, and I was riding his incredibly hot dong.

"Yes...I'll be your wife. Now...breed me like one...make your own sex child inside of me...a boy or a girl for us to fuck."

"I...I...I want that...ride me mom? I don't think I can thrust much longer!" he strained, as indeed I noticed his speed was dropping.

I then rolled us onto the floor carefully, and I straddled on top of him. I began to rock myself back and forth across him, like Lillith did atop Adam, his hot goddess and ornament of orgasm. I slammed my cumming cunt over and over on him, incapable neither of rational thought nor anything but wanting to feel him shoot his sperm right inside of me.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck mommy I'm gonna shoot soon...I'm gonna!" He whimpered, rolling his hips into me, meeting every decent of my cunt onto his dick. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for it, holding my cock.

"Fill me son! Make life in me! NOW!" I begged, reaching my biggest orgasm of the day thus far.

"Oh shit yes I'm cumming! Here it cums mom!"

And with that, we both screamed, and I felt his hot sperm fire inside of me, as I stabbed his length hard into me, breeching my cervix to ensure his sperm would get right where it belonged. Mike twitched and shook like a seizure victim under me as he was overcome with the power of his ejaculation. I couldn't possibly cum again so soon but I indeed felt awash with satisfaction and sinfully sensual jubilation with each pulse of his penis. Inside, he was making a child, one that I actually was prepared for this time and had planned on, and I knew this hot little lover wouldn't be a jerk like his father.

I sat like that on his penis, letting my pussy milk him dry, before I asked him if he was done cumming. He nodded, and we both got up, and kissed one another deeply. We decided a good shower was in order, and some nice relaxation in the pool. A mother's work is never done.

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