Mom's day off.

Jenna sat in the middle of her bed, hunched over, as she had been for the past hour and a half, looking beyond the edge of the bed at the wall opposite her, where the clock ticked and ticked, the digital changing of numbers a relief after she had put her husband's old mechanical one in the closet, a clock that had been taken from his grandmother's house as a late wedding gift on her part. She loved the clock and it had been a beautiful item to have, it gave the entire room a… fancy feeling, with all the gears in full view turning and clicking in place, the sound coming from the bell at noon every day, but she had to take it off once he left. It was a reminder that once he had been sitting next to her, sleeping on the right side of the bed, and that now he was somewhere else, with a younger man of all things after he had suddenly decided he couldn't take it anymore at his job, came out as gay and bolted out of the door all in the same day. Accidentally, he also revealed that he had been in a relationship with that boy, barely twenty five years old against his forty three and her own forty two, for close to three years. Even more curious in this incredible series of events that had apparently started when her husband had seen the man in the pool they had went for their son's seventeenth birthday party, was that she wasn't even mad. Her friends asked her just how could she take it so well after almost twenty years of marriage, happy marriage, but somehow Jenna couldn't be mad at him and felt pity for the man, of all things she could feel. The first and last thing she had managed to ask before her husband left was:

“Did you hate having sex with me?"

The question had shocked nearly everyone even though it made perfect sense: the two had loved each other so much for so long, the 'have you ever even loved me?' was out of the picture, that one, well, it was more honest: if he had been gay all along, or had found out at some point and didn't realize, did he hate when they went to bed and made love? Was he pretending for years? Was he lying to himself? Was it all a mistake? She hated the young man for stealing him of course, he was hers after all, but she couldn't help but feel guilty for somehow trapping him into a marriage that eventually ended up as a detriment for his mental health for eighteen years. He never did answer her and just entered the cab with his boyfriend. In a moment of determination, the middle aged dragoness slapped herself in the face and woke up from yet another hour wasted reminiscing of what had happened to her and to her previously quiet and boring life. With a sigh, she looked at the time and realized it was almost eight in the morning, far too late to get out of bed for a normal day of work but since she was on vacation, she had all the time in the world to stay in and sleep the day away. Unfortunately her son was also on vacation and she had always made him breakfast, every single morning since he was little, today would be no exception, that meant she had to get up, and getting up was what she did, after a few more minutes of staring at the clock and at the shifting numbers.

Jenna put on a shirt that was laying around in the bedroom, testament to a tidiness that was gone and had been for a few days, and walked out of her room, headed for the kitchen. Less than two minutes later, the cereal was in the bowl, milk beside it, a toast was getting toasty on the counter and three kinds of jam were sitting in a small group outside the fridge. The toast was for her, the rest was for her son. Checking the news on her phone, she ate her breakfast alone like most days, trying to not remember how she shared one with her husband until recent events, her elbows resting on the counter and her tail lazily swinging behind her, drawing imaginary circles on the floor with what little dust had accumulated throughout the night.

“Mom, you've got no pants on." She didn't jump because she heard the sound of her son's voice sneak up from nowhere, he had caused her to ruin many a teacup or coffee cup back in the day, so she barely flinched. However, the sudden realization that she was feeling some breeze down there and that she had only put on a shirt and no pants or panties, that made her jump and curl her tail between her legs in a now useless and frankly even more lewd display of her assets. “That tail isn't doing much, I'm afraid…" He blushed at attempted not to look, his head turned the other way as his mother's package was lifted up by her thick tail.

“Oh dear…" She blushed as well, putting her hands in front of her crotch and still failing to cover herself up in any sort of way as her small palms barely hid a fraction of the round orbs swaying beneath her pudgy belly. “Sorry, Jorah, mommy's a tad too tired." He mumbled something and definitely didn't look at his mother's cock that seemed to firm up under his totally unintentional gaze and examination.

Amidst all the blushing and staring, Jenna felt her maleness swell and grow with the morning rush of blood and the rather uncomfortable excitement of having a male look at her junk, easily surpassing a foot and still barely half hard. Jenna wasn't like most other females of the dragon species, gifted with a very male and very sizeable set of balls and a cock that didn't quite belong to a woman. Not that herms were uncommon in any sense, they were rare, sure, but they still made up a sizeable portion of the population. After all, both her and her husband were herms, though Jorah wasn't. She was far more gifted than most herms, who in turn were more gifted than most males, meaning she was packing quite the bomb down there: her sack was the same colour as the rest of her, a creamy white all over, maybe slightly more light, very feminine if only in terms of colouration and not appearance as it was roughly bigger than swollen grapefruit. Her cock was around ten inches soft on a normal basis, ridged, thick, crowned with a mushroom tip under a rather cosy hood that reached more than a foot and a half when hard. However, that was on a normal basis, and Jenna hadn't had the chance to enjoy 'normal' for quite some time and now her balls were almost thrice their size, engorged melons ripe for the picking, her cock a foot long day in and out, putting her on top of any regular male chart and on the higher end of both gifted men and herms alike. It was her curse, growing bigger the more she refrained from releasing her stress, and it had been days since she had shot even a single drop. She'd have asked her husband to take care of her needs but he had left over a month earlier and she had barely felt like doing what nature demanded her more than once every five days.

Jorah blushed again as his mother's two feet long shaft poked from below the countertop, the foreskin covering only the bottom half of her tip, drooling fat beads of pre that slid and dripped down her balls. Jenna sighed and groaned both at the fact that her son was very much aware of her growing and at the fact that she was very much pent up. The fact that he too had forgotten to wear pants after getting out of bed didn't help the both of them, the scent and heavy musk of two hefty cocks rising from under the table, dense with stench of countless loads spilled from those girthy shafts despite thorough cleaning on a daily basis. Jenna blushed as her nose picked up the slightly sweet scent of her son's body, less overpowering than her own but pleasurable enough to make her cock harden. Jorah on the other hand felt the same when tasting his mother's heavy stench, the same stench that he learned to recognise after his father left her unattended when on work trips. It was the scent of a pent-up woman, but not just any woman. A few silent moments after both sat down and started eating their meals, the soft thuds of their members hitting the underside of the table in a hidden show of lewdness and wrongness as their scents drew the rut out of each other. Jorah moaned softly when his cocktip touched, if briefly, his mother's and the constant spurts of precum from each turned their shafts in drooling messes of sticky precum.

“It's ok, I understand." Jorah was a smart kid, he had learned his mother wasn't like others well before he knew what sex was, though it had always felt weird thinking how big she was. Trying to not address the still swelling and drooling elephant in the room, both contained their blushes while Jorah shifted in his seat, pulling back ever so slightly in an attempt to reduce contact with his mother's fat cock. One thing he seemed to have taken from her more was her size down there, sporting a huge footlong tool that had made more than a few girls and boys fall for him in high school as soon as he hit puberty. His own set of balls was only half of what his mother had, eight inches across on average. The constant spurts from both of their swollen sacks had long since turned the underside of the table into a musky and swampy mess, a puddle of growing lust touching their talons ever so slightly as it thickened. Both pretended not to notice.

“I'm really sorry, it's just… without your dad I have been so busy making ends meet I haven't had the time to relax." Jorah also had to learn since little that talk like this was normal, well, not unnatural nor to be shunned or treated as wrong in their house, it was just something that happened and it had grown to be treated as a broken plate or an unflushed toilet, much more embarrassing still.

“It's… ok." He sighed and immediately felt that morning wood recede quickly, much like hers. The pain of losing him was fresh and tended to turn the mood sour whenever it was mentioned in any way, direct or not. “You're on vacation though."

“Yes, yes I am." Jenna nodded, blushing at the implied meaning of that sentence. “I'll take a walk later, get some fresh air, go for that jog I have been thinking of for the past two weeks." Her eyes darted to the running shoes she had bought on a whim one day, special sale for the end of the summer, waiting for her and gathering dust in the shoe locker by the side of the front door. “It might be good for emptying my head once and for all." She saw her son smile and eat his cereal in silence, spoon after spoon. “Want to come?" Jorah shook his head. “No?"

“No, Frank asked if I wanted to go watch a movie right after lunch, there is the premiere and we have already bought the tickets online."

“What movie?"

“Oh, that one with the robots from outer space that I recommended you watch?" He took another spoon while she tried to remember just what he was talking about. “Nevermind, it's a dumb movie with lots of explosions and robots punching each other." An oversimplification to be sure, but accurately describing most of the plot anyways.

“Alright then, I hope it's going to be fun."

“I doubt it very much, it's already tanking in the reviews and the trailer was so bad most won't even go to see it." Jorah smiled and chuckled at his mother's confused expression. “We're going to watch it to make fun of how bad it is." Jenna laughed and shook her head in disbelief.

“Kids nowadays… I'll never understand what's the point of spending money to see something you already know it's not going to be worthwhile." It wasn't the first time her son went to watch a bad movie and it wasn't the first time she found herself utterly unable to understand why one would do that.

“It's not about the movie but the time spent laughing with your friends. Like watching funny videos, only an hour and a half long and with better or worse special effects, that's all there is." He saw that he was gaining no ground and let it go, getting up from his seat and grabbing keys and phone from the counter where he had left them earlier.

“What? Going out already?" She watched as he went back to his room and grabbed a pair of pants, barely hiding the thick and still erect cock that bobbed lewdly between his legs. The sight made her blush and feel embarrassed for even thinking that her son was such a stunning young man. Of course she didn't want to have sex with him, that'd be wrong, but was it wrong to stare and wish to see for herself what he tasted like? She already knew his smell from the thick haze that lingered on the table after all. But no, she was a good mother and she wasn't going to make that kind of mistake. Plenty of families had been ruined because of that.

“Fuck, yes, sorry. Frank invited me after lunch but before we're going shopping for Denise's birthday present. It's next week and we don't have any clue about what to get her."

“Denise? That lizard girl you dated a while ago?" He nodded, albeit after a heavy blush. “Didn't you two break up?" Jorah blushed some more.

“We… we got back together." He scratched his head and watched his mother's eyes widen.

“You didn't tell me anything!"

“It happened all of a sudden, we didn't actually realise that it had happened until we went to dinner the other day and we kissed. She asked me if I wanted to try again and I said yes." Jenna smiled wide and rushed to get around the counter and hugged her son, her chest ballooning on his, stretching the shirt with its generous E cup size while her junk smothered his own, bare scale on soft denim, swollen, stretched out, cum-packed skin over his fresh clothes. He fought the urge to hug her back and have her breasts push more against him and her overly dense and powerful musk stick to the fabric of his pants and shirt. He's smell of her mom's need to fuck for the rest of the day now, though that might help if he so wished.

“That is great news! I liked her a lot and I thought it was such a pity you didn't stay together longer. As for her present, I remember her telling me when you brought her here the first time that she wanted to get some geodes for her collection which she never got around to buy, maybe that is good as a 'get back together' present."

“Yes, that is a great idea!" Jorah felt so dumb and kissed Jenna on her cheek. “Thanks mom! I'll go immediately to a shop I know." In a few moments, he put on his shoes, went out the door and jumped in the closing elevator, headed god knows where, leaving his mother alone and the door open in his wake.

“Good for him, at least someone has a companion in this house." Only she was alone. Well… she had her son but he was in college, he had a life outside the small confines of the apartment, she had to let him go. 'I'd get back to dating if I wanted to but I really don't' she said to her friends and she planned to stay true to that statement, but that didn't mean she wouldn't have her share of fun while her son was away.

She locked the door twice after closing it, making sure that not even her son could just walk in after remembering something he might have forgotten and lowered the curtains on every single window that led outside. What her son had said was correct: she was on vacation and today was the first day. He was also correct in his suggestion that she take the time to tend to her needs that were now making themselves known again. Her cock slowly grew to its full size by the time she went back to her room and dug inside her bed stand for the vast reserve of condoms she had gotten for herself.

“He took some." She noticed that the last seven of the newest, and last, twelve pack were missing.

The first five she had used five days before when she had woken up with the most insistent morning wood she had in months and had to rub a few out really quickly just to get her pants on without the risk of her swelling sack to rip them a few hours after getting to work. With a bit of a grin on her motherly face, she peeked inside Jorah's room, smelling the overpowering musk of male in his prime that clogged the air, the window closed, the very walls oozing that scent and the floor littered with five balloons of sloshing milky fluid. Each one was at least five gallons' worth of seed, cold but fresh nonetheless, proof he had stolen the condoms during the night and rubbed a few out while she was sleeping. Right next to the sloshing balloons of cooling spunk there were her son's used underwear, dark patches of fragrant precum drying in the stale air of the bedroom. Her cock lurched upwards and fired a few fat dollops of precum onto his bed, adding to the many stains left after years of messy orgasms. Jenna, heart beating madly in her chest, grabbed one of them and pressed it against her snout: the stench of raw virility, her son's musk and scent, burned in her lungs, strong and so tantalizing. Her cock swelled and thickened as she breathed in the young dragon's scent only to protest and beg for her to keep inhaling it when the older woman used it to wipe her precum off her shaft. The cloudy pre-soaked into the large, baggy underwear and gave it yet another layer of stench, adding to the cloud wafting from every item in the room. Her cock said to keep going but her heart and mind said it was wrong. Fighting against her own body, Jenna grabbed what she had come to get and walked in shame out of Jorah's bedroom, her fat shaft bobbing in front of her.

“Better than having to clean his room again." She looked at the broken chain of XXXL rubber rings in her hand, counting each in the vain hope of finding an eighth magically appearing at the end while checking her need at the same time. “Maybe seven is enough to shrink them a few inches…" Jenna sighed and went back to the living room, trying to forget that she had just lusted after her son's musk and taste like some pervert and had left his underwear stained with her musk and lust barely thirty seconds ago.

The dragoness sat on the couch after grabbing her laptop as well and gently placing it near her, legs spread wide, her balls draped over the edge of the cushion, heavy, sloshing, aching to be emptied, her cock bobbing in front of her as she tore one pack and put the condom in her mouth. With the thrill of the fun she was about to have, the dragoness pursed her lips, opened her maw wide and descended on the drooling fat cock jutting from her thighs. The taste of her flesh was nowhere to be seen but the size, the smell, the sheer girth of her cock were still very much present, making her jaw ache after taking in but six or seven inches of meat. Her eyes rolled back as her own scent and the constant throbbing that now made her tongue tingle spread throughout her upper body, descending with an unrelenting pace, inch by inch. The silicon and rubber of the condom squeaked and protested, her cock sliding deeper in her throat, bulging it out lewdly and pleasantly until it reached her stomach and she bumped her snout against the soft scales of her sack. For a forty two year old dragoness, she was insanely flexible thanks to years and years of… experience and playtime with her husband. She pulled back, feeling her thick shaft's ridges scrape against her throat and then let it pop out in one fluid motion. Jenna grinned wide, looking at the shining rubber and the fat blob of precum sitting atop her crown. One hand went for her base, slowly stroking it while her other hand went for the keyboard of her pc, logging in and connecting it to the tv with the wireless function. Two taps, three clicks and she was looking at the first of the favourites in her 'personal' folder, a plethora of videos from the most popular porn site she knew of. Her cock shuddered and dumped a fat drop of pre into the condom, expanding the tip by a few inches, her balls heaving to deliver that single shot, already looking forward to what was going to come next.

Jenna barely browsed for fifteen seconds before she found something of her liking, a video of a tall wolf surrounded by five human girls all kneeling in front of his cock. He was smaller than her by a good foot and far less thick without counting the knot, but the grand majority of men on the planet were after all, she learned that in high school fairly quickly. The sight of him being serviced by the girls was what she was interested in, bringing back memories of her college years and all the fun she discovered someone with a big dick can have. She cranked the noise up a few notches and leaned back, bringing both hands to her cock and began stroking and teasing in all the right places. If her neighbours knew that it wasn't Jorah who listened to porn with such high volumes but her, they'd be shocked, but having a son in the house was a perfect excuse to get wild in private. Jenna squeezed the base of her shaft, trapping shot after shot of precum before watching it rush out and bloat the condom. She bent over just enough to wrap her cock between her tits and squeezed them with her arms, proving a little bit of pressure. She had been pent up for days, her balls were so heavy and so full she felt them sway with her every step and every hours spent typing away at work. She had no plans to edge herself nor to make each stroke a trip, working quickly and efficiently without skimming on the pleasure. The moans and groans in the video helped a lot and barely five minutes after she put on her condom, her sack shrunk five inches before a monumental shot of cum rocketed through her length and forced the thick rubber to stretch obscenely.

One small shot and the tennis ball sized precum blob turned into a basketball worth of spunk, sloshing and roiling madly as it was followed by a second and a third, each more massive than the last, each marked by her balls heaving and shrinking to get rid of her dense cargo. Jenna moaned, her eyes rolling back in her sockets as her neglected vent leaked in its own climax from the simple feeling of bliss radiating through her body like a self-contained nuke. Fifty seconds later her orgasm abated, her balls barely a fraction of an inch smaller and less heavy after the contractions stopped, the condom hideously stretched into a ball so big it dragged the steel-hard cock down, ten, fifteen gallons maybe, as big as a beachball.

The motherly dragon hissed in relief, stroking her length still to milk the last drops into the bloated condom before pinching and closing it. She wasted no time, tossing the impossibly big balloon on the carpet, licking her cock clean of her own seed with her tongue while she tore open a second pack and then proceeded to slip it on. A few seconds later Jenna put on another video, this time of a human male having a busty vixen titfuck him, her tongue slipping in between those perky mounds to lap at his cock. Much like the previous video, even the big vixen was somewhat small compared to her and the action wasn't all that great, so she changed the video to something more spicy, ending up on a compilation of cumshots from a very famous tanuki star that she had discovered in his early days. The tanuki's balls swelled under the naked eye, big as pumpkins and then even bigger in seconds, making Jenna's own squirm and churn, attempting to match the male's undefeated virility, turning each shot of precum on her part into a bigger and denser mess.

“No… not yet…" She was barely at her second orgasm and already her balls were as big as watermelons, the sight of the tanuki going all out, painting a row of women of all species, one after the other, stroking a cock that was smaller than hers but overshadowing her production by leaps and bounds. “N-no…." Jenna grunted, squeezing the base of her cock with all her strength, barely able to encircle it all, cutting the flow of precum to a mere trickle and forcing her balls to welcome back their produce. She waited for a moment, then a moment more, fumbling with her feet to reset the video at the beginning and then, carefully and swiftly, started timing herself with the tanuki in it. “Wait… wait… wait…" She was talking to herself as much as to her own body out loud, trying to tell it to not let everything go just yet, building her climax up like a monumental tower until the perfect moment.

When that moment came, Jenna hurried to grab the edge of the condom with her shaking hands and grit her teeth until it hurt a little, watching as he cock throbbed visibly, veins bulging out and her balls lurching up, promising a cumshot that would make her previous load look small. The dragoness felt every cell of her body tingle and then nothing for half a second as her muscles tensed up and her hands clutched the condom to the best of her abilities. The first shot almost made her lose the rubbery cover, thick as two of her fingers, powerful enough to still make her slide forward a few inches and ballooning the silicon in one single pump of her testes. Jenna growled, holding on by some miracle, each shot, each heave of her balls perfectly timed with the actor on screen, her grunts matching his own, her loads almost on par with what was being dumped on pretty faces over and over. She squeezed her cock again and halted the flow for a moment, pinching the condom and replacing it with another she had prepared, immediately starting to fill it with more and more and more seed until that one too began to droop and touch the ground. Jenna had to close the second condom fast and toss it out of the way before she filled the third one, a mad rush against time and her own lust, some deep instinct telling her to not restrict herself and bathe the entire apartment in her musk and spunk, showing her son who was the biggest in the house. She resisted, her toes curling along with her tail, her fingers dancing over her cock to tease and feel the blood pump, her legs rubbing against the sloshing cargo in her sack. The woman was coming so much she was matching the production of her own body, rushing to change the third condom for a fourth, pushing yet another ten gallon balloon aside, still unsatisfied, still in need of more.

Jenna so dearly wished to be able to share this with her husband or anyone else for the matter, but there was something equally raw and naughty in just letting herself cum over and over and over again, pumping condoms full and then tossing them aside once they were starting to creak and threaten to tear and spill their musky loads onto the new carpet below. She imagined herself in place of that handsome tanuki, her bathing the women with fresh seed, so much more potent than any man or herm, hers the stench they'd carry for weeks, hers the balls they'd lick clean of spunk. The fantasy almost made her miss the sixth condom change and then the seventh. Beneath her feet there was a small sea of white and rubber, sloshing beachballs of pure maleness, tens over tens of gallons of thick batter that just kept coming and coming with no end in sight. When the seventh condom was creaking, struggling to hold the fifteenth gallon of seed, she began to panic because there were no more to replace it at all and she was still coming. Jenna took a deep breath and braced herself, lowering her back quickly and changing the condom for her own mouth once it was too full to resist another womb-bursting load. Her belly swelled with her spunk, the shot hitting the back of her stomach with the force of a truck, almost too much to bear, one, two, three, five more following it as she squeezed her shaft with her throat, her tongue slathering the underside of her own flesh in saliva, licking off wads of cum that were left from the condoms' insides. The slight paunch turned into a big one, then into a second trimester belly, then into a full term with twins, two feet wide all around, roiling spunk completely packed into her. Jenna pulled out for her much deserved breath once she felt the last shot travel from her shrunken sack down her gullet with one massive blast. Her breath stank of seed, her body was soaked in sweat and musk seeped from the gaps in her scales as she leaned back and sighed in relief. All around her was a sea of overly full condoms, the video stopped after the fifth repetition, her body finally spent after half an hour of constant work to dump her loads. She patted her cum belly and then her balls, feeling them still a tad too heavy for her tastes, which would have prompted yet another round had she been in possession of more condoms. Unfortunately, she wasn't.

“Gotta… buy some more…" Jenna hoisted herself up with great effort, panting both from the endless orgasm and the strength she had to put to lift the several gallons she had drank. Sometimes she wondered just where did her body get that mass but the question always seemed to slip her examinations and the doctors' tests. “Shower first."