Author: Best-Lemon-Writer-in-Training
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Chris sighed fitfully, hugging his mother as she wept into his arms.
He looked over at the beach, watching the makeshift grave for his father, Peter, and his fallen friends, Joe, Glenn, Cleveland, and Brian.
They had all lost their lives in an accident out at sea, and he felt as though he had lost what little people he had to guide him, let him mature into a man the right way, teach him when and how much alcohol he could drink before he got too drunk to drive home...
Chris sighed again, fighting to keep back drops of water welling themselves up like a steadily rising flood.
He was the man of his home now, and he needed to be strong.
A few months later, Chris walked into his home, eyes fighting with every ounce of effort to evade the shadows that had lodged themselves into his eyes.
He groaned, looking over at the clock, seeing that it was a few hours after his old curfew, before Dad and Brian died.
He hadn't been seen in 3 months, and everyone was adjusting to life without Peter and his best buds.
But some were affected more negatively than others.
Lois, his mother, had began drinking alcohol, and at most times would come home in the dead of the night, her unclear words unnaturally slurred into gibberish.
Chris regarded this thought sadly as he looked and smiled bitterly at the new neighbors there to replace Quagmire and Cleveland.
The one replacing Quagmire was quite the partier, while the other was an old couple who wanted a quiet place to stay, though they refused to go to a retirement home.
He desperately missed his father and his companions.
They were like his family, the pillars he could lean on and ask for advice every so often.
Now even his mother, Bonnie, Joe's wife, and Jillian, Brian's girlfriend were broken and torn by the loss.
He felt as though he was in this alone...
There was no one there... not his family, not his friends...
The door opening loudly and slamming against the wall broke Chris from his thoughts, and he looked down to see Lois, her flaming orange hair and pointed nose undeniably a giveaway sign of it being her.
"Mom, where have you been?" Chris exclaimed, though already knowing the answer. He had become much more serious and it showed in... well, everything.
Even his voice wasn't as whining or dull as before.
Her voice was deeply slurred, her body swaying as if she were on a ship at sea, trying to rock her off.
Chris held her, keeping her from falling face-first on the floor.
He stared at her for several moments, then picked her up, carrying her up to her room.
She seriously needed help...
As he set her down on the bed, Chris was about to leave when Lois grabbed him, pulling him back, her voice an illicit garble, "Stay..."
Chris stopped leaving, his eyes widening softly.
She was probably drunk out of her mind.
She probably just missed Dad, especially his loving embrace, and probably just wanted someone to hold her again.
So the teenager slipped into bed with her.
He felt her hug him almost instantly, trying to clasp onto his body, pressing her own against his.
Chris awkwardly hugged her back, unsure of what to do.
Then she started kissing him.
He didn't react badly at first, since it was on the cheek at first, but then it grew to start kissing the lips.
He pulled away quickly, but she held close, not slipping on her steel grip for a second.
"Love me..." She whispered in his ear, before licking over it.
Chris didn't know what caused his next actions.
Maybe he just pitied his mother.
Maybe his hormones were taking over.
Maybe because he didn't want to see her hurt...
He hesitated, part of him feeling as though he was about to take advantage of his own mother...
Yet, that feeling faded with the desperation in her eyes.
He kissed her neck, sucking lightly on it, taking off her shirt slowly, pulling the greenish blue fabric from her, putting it down and looking upon his mother, seeing her white bra as it witheld her large breasts, almost see through from the sweat that had formed on her body.
Chris felt Lois start stripping him as well, pulling off his shirt swiflty, and making Chris hesitate again.
This was beyond wrong.
This was his mother!
But her lips captured his, forcefully making him fall on his back in surprise. She started working on the rest of his clothes, kissing him more feverishly with each passing second.
He felt her grab the hem of his pants, ripping it off and leaving his somewhat hard length bulging from his boxers.
She pulled that down forcefully too, and Chris felt as though a prominent area of his body was just freed after being inside a cage with shackles.
It pointed itself up at her, and Lois reached down, her lips still crushing his, and took her hand in it. She began pumping him rapidly, sending waves up Chris' spine.
With her free hand, she began pulling out of her flimsy outfit, her body crying for her to free it.
Finally, she broke her lip-lock with Chris, sighing softly in happiness, then using both of her hands to jerk him off, her grip working magic on her son's length.
She released it, seeing it stick back up like flexible pole, veins running like roads to his dick's red head.
She took it into her mouth, only taking in half of the 12 inch cock, and doing her best to strip while sucking on the long dick before her.
She wasn't surprised that her son was so much longer than his father, at least in that moment.
Peter had actually bothered her about how he was so much bigger than him.
She didn't really believe it at first, and she thought Peter was overexxagerating.
But when he showed him his cock in his sleep, despite being very loose compared to now, it was bigger than any boner Peter could give.
Where Peter was 6 inches when hard, Chris was 7 inches when he wasn't!
So, understandibly, she didn't get the hang of sucking his dick at first.
Her fingers curled around her white panties, her pants thrown away dismissively, pushing it down and never stopping until they were only hanging off her ankle.
She grabbed his knees, gripping them and sucking harder on his length, her almost completely naked body shining in the moonlight that shined through the window.
She closed her eyes, her cheeks now resembling a gaunt person's as she sucked harder, listening intently to Chris' moans.
She knew exactly how to pleasure him.
Peter had been the same way.
She moved her dry tongue over his dick, doing everything to make Chris moan louder.
She pulled his dick out of her mouth, only leaving the head in as she unhooked her bra, her breasts bouncing out of their prison, jiggling as they stopped falling through the air, hanging from her chest greatly.
Her pink nipples were hard with pride, pointing up at their owner's son, and soon to be lover.
She mounted him, her glistening opening hanging a few inches above Chris' dick, her eyes wild with lust, a large grin plastered on her face.
She gripped his forearms and brushed the tip of his dick on her pussy, sending waves up his spine.
Chris himself was actually very nervous now, his hesitation to keep going rising greatly.
Before dad died, if this had happened, he would be disgusted by the prospect, despite him at times thinking that she was sexy.
Now, with his more responsible mind, he thought very fast about the contents of the looming destruction of the innocence known as virginity.
He could get multiple things to happen if he did this!
He could get Lois - his own mother, he might add - pregnant!
And if she did have a kid, then the kid would come out deformed!
They'd always live with bullying, people misjudging them, and -
Chris' thoughts were broken by the grunt that came from his mother as she thrust down her hips and gasped loudly, eyes closed tightly.
Chris couldn't even mentally groan at his own slowness before she began grinding her hips into his.
Chris clenched his teeth, closing his eyes a the pleasure filled his body.
So this was what sex was like...
He realized what he had to, as this was still in his control somewhat.
He tried to grab his mother's wide hips, in an attempt to stop her riding, but Chris found himself grabbing her hips - and helping her to fuck him harder!
He tried stopping, but his body refused to listen to his mind.
He closed his eyes, trying his best again, this time to find some way to pull his immense length out of her.
However, this ended with him accidentally thrusting into her, soon doing it at the same pace as her grinding.
Chris tried another thing, leaning up and turning so Lois would get off of him, but to his great surprise, she leaned forward quickly and caught his lips again, making him fall on his back again.
Chris would have cursed if it weren't for her lips pushing more and more harshly against his.
He couldn't stop though!
His body just kept going with it!
Chris felt her ride him faster, and as he broke their kiss, he looked up and down at the parts of her body he could see, and he caught a glimpse of what he would've considered heaven.
A beautiful woman riding a man as if he were her property, going so fast that her breasts eased and bounced with every passing moment as she rode him.
Her flaming hair was a mess, as he noted, but the pleasured look and lusty eyes made her look like she had been possessed by a sex hungry animal.
Yet she looked like a goddess at the same time...
Chris sub-consciously began thrusting into her with more power, moving her hips into his faster, moaning just a little louder.
Then she climaxed.
Chris felt her walls close in on him, and he felt his seeds pour into her in short bursts, Lois seeming to lose her breath at the pleasure.
As he felt it shoot into her, Chris knew she'd probably get pregnant.
There was no real stopping it now.
And as he considered this, he flipped them over, him on top, and pulled out of her.
She couldn't recover before her son flipped her over on her stomach, lifting her into an all fours position.
Chris positioned himself, grabbed her hips again, and thrust back inside her, hearing her moan lightly, before thrusting deeply and rapidly, her moans greatly escalating.
Regardless of how much sex he had with his mother now, she'd get pregnant regardless.
So Chris felt as though it didn't hurt anything if he tried fucking her to meet his long awaiting needs.
He saw her back move to an angle more to the right, and she let her eyes roll up to her head, her breasts bouncing slightly as he thrust.
He felt himself drilling into her, and Chris didn't even try stopping himself.
Not until he was satisfied.
He started ramming into her, slapping their flesh together, Lois' voice becoming louder and louder, each thrust bringing a jiggle to her big round buttocks.
He thrust harder, the feeling of his newfound fun reaching so deep that Chris felt as though it reached her womb.
Lois let her jaw drop, her tongue hagning out, when Chris began pummeling into her as hard abd fast as he could.
She felt herself get carried into a blissful world, where only pleasure existed with rhythmic slaps that sped up and slowed down occasionally.
And then, after about an hour and a half, she came again, and this time the slapping stopped completely, replaced by Lois feeling something fill her womb, followed by a full thrust of the pleasurer's length inside her, and a substance that was molten hot hot filling her womb.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she collapsed under her own weight.
Chris was tired as well, and as he pulled out of her, he got off of Lois, tucking her into bed.
Then, thinking about his actions quickly after recovering his original state of mind, he started dressing back into his clothes, mentally hoping that she wouldn't get pregnant by his seed.
Little did he know, however, about the girl with short brown hair, wearing large glasses, a pink nightdress, and very large underwear that held her very large sized ass.
She looked through the door without even thinking, since it was wide open, yet no one would know about how she had become wet while watching her relatives.
Seeing him dress again, though, she slinked back into the shadows soundlessly, not wanting to alert him of her presence.
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