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Magnum _pus

by BangBear

It was dark and quiet in the house, the only things illuminating the rooms being the digital clocks and buttons on devices. Trevor had been lying awake long enough that his eyes had long since adjusted. He didn't need to turn anything on to make his way through the familiar halls during his intermittent insomnia, even with his eyes covered by his unkempt bangs. Plus, he didn't want to risk waking his mom in the bedroom he just came from.

The canine flopped down on the couch and scrolled through his phone with tired, hair covered eyes, hoping the sleepiness would follow. It was usually like this for him on his first night sleeping in a new bed. Even if it wasn't exactly new. Maybe it was the travel. Whatever it was, dreams eluded him. He lay on his back there for minutes, shifting between scrolling mindlessly and trying to force himself asleep.

Then something started to stir. A stiffness growing between his legs. "No... come on... stop it. I'm not even thinking of anything like that." He reached down and cupped his junk under his boxers in a stupid, vain attempt to stop it from stiffening. "You shouldn't even be hungry anymore, man, we already took care of you." Still, he grew.

"Uuugh, man..." He dropped his arms to his sides, the one holding his phone hanging off the edge. His underwear grew increasingly uncomfortable, loose enough for him to grow, but still confining enough to notice. He tried to wait it out. Force thoughts of not sexy things like classwork or his gross old teachers he used to have as a kid.

That was a mistake. He was getting turned on by the thoughts of his teachers now. A mean old badger that really had it out for him. "Dude she's like 70 now," he said to his dick, trying to reason with it. "She was already wrinkly back then." His cock throbbed and kept growing, its influence corrupting his thoughts of the lady he couldn't wait to graduate from. Her glasses with the chain, her white hair always up in a bun, that stupid mole on her face...

It was hot now.

"Dammit, I just wanna sleep." He tried to blank his mind now. If Mrs. Coolidge wasn't gonna turn him off then he'd just have to stop thinking period. He focused on the ambient noise in the room. The fridge humming, the central air blowing softly, the heater in the basement clanging occasionally. That didn't help either. Not really. He was temporarily freed from the influence of his penis, but now he was even more awake than before, and he couldn't tune out the house noises anymore.

"Fine! You win! I can't stand you, sometimes." He covered his face with a throw pillow in frustration and let his thoughts wander, tenting his boxers further. He brought his left hand down to it and swirled his palm against the tip through the fabric, groaning into the pillow a little. Warm wetness seeped through the fabric against his hand. He huffed into the pillow and paused, letting his cock twitch in his underwear. His hips flexed upwards, thrusting into the body it wished was there on it.

"Man... you really can't get enough." His thumb hooked under his waistband and pulled it down under his shaft. His hand wrapped around it and started stroking as he groaned into the pillow. He thought back to when she was chewing him out to his mom for bringing a live gecko to class in his pocket, and how his mom had his back.

"Mf... mom..." There, MUCH better person to think about now. He remembered back to earlier in the night when she was riding him for the first time in weeks. They really missed each other. Maybe that's what was keeping him up, he wasn't really as satisfied as he thought. But she was already sleeping. He'd have to wait and take care of himself for now.

Or, maybe...

No, no. She's sleeping. He'd just think about her and take care of himself. Think about her breasts over his head, her weight on his hips, her soft warmth around his shaft... He could get that again...

"Shut up, she's sleeping. This is what you're getting until the morning." He kept at it, biting the pillow on his face and thinking about banging his mom again. His tip continued leaking and dripping down his shaft to help lube his hand, and his hips pumped up into his hand. But it wasn't enough. He could get himself to finish this way, but this whole endeavor felt like a waste. "Stop it, we can't. But, maybe just do this next to her..."

He stopped and rested for a moment, breathing harder under the pillow. He took it off his face and dropped it onto the couch as he got up, his cock bobbing free in front of him as he walked quietly back to her room. Carefully he turned the knob so it wouldn't squeak and slowly opened the door. He was hit with a blunt wave of her scent mixed with his that made his cock throb again. "We really made it reek in here..." he thought to himself as he stepped into the room and closed the door again, trapping their scent inside.

He could see her sleeping on her right side, her front towards the edge of the bed facing door. Facing him. He stepped out of his boxers and approached her with silent footsteps. A hand extended slowly towards the covers, his fingers contacting the soft fabric. She didn't react. He pulled the blankets back slowly. Still, nothing. Her sleeping body was revealed an extra half inch every second, Trevor switching constantly between gawping at his mom's nudity and checking her face for any signs of stirring. Eventually, he got the entire thing off of her, and she remained as peaceful as ever. His cock throbbed and he bit his lip as a hand returned to stroke himself again, this time with fresh eye candy to work with. And now...

"Oh, shit..." he huffed in a whisper to himself. Pulling the covers off added much more of her scent to the pheromone hotbox the two of them cultivated in her room together. He jacked faster, his member slick in his hand from how much pre he was leaking now. He took in her smell and scanned his eyes over he features. Her heavy tits, her soft belly, her wide hips, accentuated by how she lay there on the bed. This was getting him much more than he expected, and he was rapidly approaching an orgasm. "Wait, where am I gonna cum?!" he panicked, suddenly realizing he hadn't thought that far ahead.

He looked around for a box of tissues or something, and something terrible flashed through his mind. "No, not on her! Are you crazy?! She'll wake up for sure!" Despite his thoughts, he looked back at her face and tits. Oh, they were such perfect targets. He took a step to the right, towards her upper body.

"No, stop right now."

He kept going.

"We can't, I can't..."

He started breathing harder, his chest heaving as he pointed right at her face and kept stroking.

"No no no...!"

His hand covered his mouth as his whole body tensed, white ropes shooting out from his tip as he squeezed his knot instinctively. He breathed hard through his fingers as he muffled his groans and watched his cum land on his mom's face, strings stretching along her muzzle and getting caught in her hair that always seemed to cover just one eye. He then aimed lower, shooting ropes on her fat tits and watching it slowly drip down into and from her cleavage. He shut his eyes, waiting for her to open her eyes and scold him for waking her.

But... she didn't. Seconds passed, and his afterglow lingered in uninterrupted silence, save for the shaky breath between his fingers. He looked down at her, eyeing his paintjob. It was enough to make him want more.

"Fuck, still hard after all that?" he thought as he looked down to his shaft. It throbbed as if answering him. It weirded him out. Trevor looked back to his mom laying in bed, dripping with his nut, and thought to his next move. He always remembered her to be a heavy sleeper despite his prior fear of her waking up. How far could he push it?

He brought a hand forward slowly to her thigh and waited. No reaction, still just her soft breathing. He gently rolled her onto her back, and she flopped over without issue. Her legs parted slightly, letting him see her slit, though barely in the dark. His hand then reached for it, his middle finger sliding along and daring a knuckle inside. He huffed, verifying she was still wet.

"Oh shit... and she's still sleeping..." His could feel his own pulse bouncing his cock, the dog pulling his hand back and running that finger along the top of his tip. It was warm and slick. "I gotta try..." Carefully, he climbed onto the bed with her, spreading her legs further to make room for himself between them and then bent her knees for better access. He propped himself on his knees with his hands on either side of her and lowered himself down, his tip hovering half an inch from her. He could feel the heat radiating off of her. He was really about to do this...

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his ears. Lower now, slowly, slowly, until he felt himself slip between her lips. He didn't enter yet, checking his mom's face for a reaction. Still nothing. He pushed further, feeling his tip parting her entrance. He advanced slooowly, at about a quarter inch a second. Slower than he'd ever entered her before. It was an entirely different feeling, and coupled the fear of waking her he felt like he could blow soon. "This is crazy, man..." he thought, but he didn't stop.

Still she stay snoozing as if her son wasn't half buried inside her and counting. Another few moments and his knot kissed up against her lips. All this got him pretty close pretty quick. But he wasn't quite there yet. He paused to let himself cool down, sitting there inside her for a minute. He could feel his pulse in his shaft again, now joined by her pussy hugging around him. He pulled his hips back and pushed forwards once more. "This is so crazy!" He picked up his pace steadily with each thrust, but he made sure to not go to fast and start jostling her.

This slower than usual pace he took highlighted different sensations he hadn't appreciated before. Her lips gripping on his shaft and being dragged outwards with his retractions, his shaft gliding in with just the right amount of friction to tease his length... He watched her breasts jiggle subtly from the unavoidable transfer of motion through her body.

He wasn't far now. His hands gripped the sheets as his orgasm built. He fought against his instinct to hump wildly into her. "No, no, stay slow, we can't wake her..." His teeth clenched as he struggled to hold back, but it was a losing battle. His hips sped up out of his control as he panted quietly. "I can't...!"

"Nnghh..." She turned her head to the side and her chest heaved. His heart sank into his stomach and he stopped moving. He stared at her face in fear that his cover was blown, but there was no further sounds or motion from her. He wanted to stay still, but he was already past the point of no return. If he stopped now it would be ruined.

"Shit shit shit!" He was too desperate for a satisfying release now to worry about waking her, the dog consumed by his impulses. Her belly and tits bounced more as he started fucking harder, his knot squishing against her pussy each time.

"Uuuhn, mmmmh" she turned her head again, her brow and lips furrowing. A second head turn back the other way and her body squirmed on her bed, bringing her legs up more as if inviting him in. That simple gesture was enough to push him over the edge, his thinking long since taken over by his dick. He accepted this mistaken invitation and pushed forward, knot stretching her out thoroughly. "Ooooh, ah, ah! Wha- Trev-oohor?!" she managed, just as he popped in.

"Sorry, Mom!" he managed to grunt out before falling to moans. His toes splayed as he reached his climax, dumping another heavy load deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around him and clutched the sheets as he pulsed inside her. He came down steadily, breathing hard and leaning back to settle into a wide kneel with his hands at his sides. "What a thing to wake up to," she said as she propped herself up onto her elbows and looking up at him.

"Sorry," he started, panting before continuing. "I couldn't sleep, and then it wouldn't go down. I tried to think of Mrs. Coolidge to make it go away, but then that got weird, and then I tried to take care of it myself, but it wasn't working," he said regretfully.

She chuckled. "Fucking your sleeping mom is less weird than thinking of your 2nd grade teacher?" She then let herself fall back onto the bed and stretched her arms out towards him for a hug, her chest bouncing in circles and earning a throb from him. Trevor leaned away from her actual invitation and shook his head and hands at her.

"I, uh... kinda... painted you." Her head tilted, not sure what he meant, until he pointed at her chest. She looked down and saw his ropes of cum dripping down and soaking into her chest fur.

"Wow, that much left over, even after last night?" He nodded, touching his index fingers together as he looked to the side where something caught his eye. "Oh, here, we can wipe you up with these." He reached to a box of tissues on her nightstand.

"No no, it's okay! Just be my big spoon."

"Really? You wanna sleep like that!"

"Of course! And you said it yourself, you painted me. You don't wanna mess up your Magnum Oedipus."

"Oh my god, come ooooon, Mom..." he groaned.

"Exactly! That's what you did! Cum on Mom!"

"Stop iiiit!"

She laughed to herself, he thighs squeezing on his sides lovingly. He leaned forward to give his mom a kiss on her lips, but was careful to not let his chest touch hers to keep himself clean of his own seed.

"Move over, I gotta lay down now." He lifted her right leg and swung it over to his other side, turning her to lay on her left while he lay down close behind her. Both of them groaned softly as his sensitive shaft shifted inside her. He gave her another kiss on her shoulder as he pulled the blanket over them and wrapped his arm around her waist, resting on her plush belly. "Thanks, Mom." She placed her hand on his and closed her eyes again. They lay there, enjoying each other's presence in silence for a moment until...

"Hey," she called.

"Hm? Yeah?"

"Does this count as sleeping in?" she said with a wiggle of her hips.

He shook his head, too tired for mom jokes. "No more..."

She laughed to herself once more before settling down and letting sleep take her, her son spooning her and buried snugly inside.