Posted on the 23rd of August on Discord. Obsessed, Edwin finds Otome resting and decides to give her a surprise.

"It was a tough day at school. Just like the past ten days had been. I’ve always been awkward in front of new people. The language barrier and this whole different culture made it worse. Exceedingly so. Otome, my foster mother, told me to give it time. That I’d be popular in no time. As much as I appreciated the sentiment, I knew that I was not that kind of charismatic guy.

The fact that I was a foreigner drew only a handful of curious glances from my classmates.

And then I was ignored.

It was fair. I didn’t know Japanese. They didn’t know English. We were at an impasse where we could talk only with hand gestures, which was both comical and incredibly awkward.

Once I was back home, I opened the door and slipped out of my shoes, tucking them away in a corner, “I’m home!” I greeted, expecting Otome to waltz out of a room any time now, hopefully with a smile bright enough to lift my mood.

I secretly harbored feelings for her. Whether it was romantic in nature or not, I didn’t know. I wondered if it stemmed from the fact that she was packing more than I down there. I would say I was jealous, but it would have been a lie. It was an odd combination. She was more beautiful than a lot of women I knew, yet she was not fully a woman. It teased my curiosity in a way that left me defenseless whenever she happened to be showing more skin than usual.

However, I didn’t know if it was opportune to explore those feelings. She had a husband, and I was not a homewrecker. I also doubted she’d ever go farther than a loving hug with me. She wasn’t my real mother, but this fake ‘incest’ byplay was hitting hard on my hormones. She was a futa, and as of ten days ago, my ‘mother’.

Foster or not, the word ‘mother’ was there, and the knowledge that we weren’t truly related made it easier to accept. Though at this point I didn’t know if blood relation would have truly stopped me from feeling that way.

The wood creaked slightly under my feet, yet that was the only sound I could hear. Otome’s graceful and controlled striding was nowhere to be heard, and nor was her motherly and soft voice. I made my way to the living room, and there I found Otome. She was sprawled lazily on the couch, her arms around her head.

Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, along with the curvy outline of those humongous breasts. Heck, I could see the large nipples pressing hard against the thin fabric of her T-shirt.

And as fate would have it, the faint afternoon light fell on her sleeping form, highlighting those soft, delicate features like the halo of an angel. A bang of her hair was draped over her left eye, leaving the other weak and defenseless under the dim lighting. Her lips were slightly parted as she breathed in and out.

I gulped, the sound reverberating in my head.

It was unusual of her to take impromptu naps. Even more so on the couch.

As if guided by an invisible hand, my eyes drifted towards her long, thick legs. It was not cold enough for her to warrant a blanket, but I could see the way her feet shifted and rubbed for more warmth. She was all snuggled up, and all I wanted to was to be there with her, between the cushion of the couch and her breasts. I was pretty sure that was what Heaven was like, yet I didn’t have the key for it.

That was reserved for Otome’s husband.

Still, something drove me to take a step forward, to approach the sleeping, heavenly creature that welcomed me into her haven with open arms. And now I was about to defile her privacy. Guilt crept up to my face, yet it slowly faded with each step I took. I was so close to her that I could hear her breathing.

My shadow loomed over her, protecting the right side of her face from the sunset.

She didn’t seem to be waking up anytime soon. It was a good opportunity to scratch that itch in the back of my head. I wanted to touch her, to sink my fingers into her chest, cup them, squeeze them, and breathe into them. However, doing so would have no doubt woken her up. I chuckled. ‘If only this were a fairy tale... then I might have gotten away with a kiss too.’

I dropped to my knees and paddled towards her lower body. That stubborn curiosity of mine wanted to see ‘it’. Her penis. I knew it was large — if the huge bulge was anything to go by. It was so evident on her skirt. It was as if someone had tucked a remote underneath it, only to pretend to have a thick schlong. Except that Otome was not pretending.

I edged closer, my trembling hand inching towards her legs. My eyes flicked briefly to her face, and I was scared she’d snap her eyes open and catch me. What I was doing was bad. Very bad. But I couldn’t help myself. All I wanted was a glimpse. A quick peek at her package, and then I’d go back to my room — no doubt intent on physically relieving myself of the stress Otome’s unprotected body was putting on me.

My blood must have been boiling, because I was sweating profusely. My pants felt tighter than usual, and a funny tingling spread out around my crotch. The slight hesitation I had died out, mercilessly stomped away by the dopamine-fueled need to see what was underneath the skirt.

I carefully reached out for the edge of her skirt, my fingers creeping along the soft flesh of her milky thighs as I slid the garment up around her waist. And then, there it was: Mother’s plain white panties, and the massive bulge trapped within. Even with her underwear on, I could see the fat orbs of her testicles pushing out of either side — each one looked large enough to fill my hand!

She stirred a bit, but thankfully didn’t wake up.

It was there, a few inches away from my face, hidden behind a thin piece of fabric. I briefly wondered how she was able to walk around with such a hard rod between her legs. The strip of her panties did absolutely nothing to cover that monster. In fact, its mushroom tip was poking out of the underwear, like the head of a curious python.

Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I lifted the edge of my foster mother’s panties and lifted them over the impressive bulge. Her cock flopped out like a tightly wound spring, nearly hitting me in the face.

Now that I had the chance to examine it up close, I could see just how thick it really was... at least as wide around as my wrist, even when soft, with a bright pink head shining beneath a snug foreskin. Fat veins chased up and down her length, radiating a powerful heat. I could smell her musk, a potent combination of her feminine perfume and the sweat from her masculine organ. I must have been transfixed by the sight of her growing hard, her cock twitching and jumping as it swelled up like a fleshy balloon, because I didn’t notice her open eyes on me until she reached out and grabbed the back of my head.

I was startled. So much so that I recoiled and nearly fell down on my butt.

I snapped my eyes up, where Otome’s sleeping face was supposed to be — except that she was not sleeping. She was very much awake, her eyes trained on me. One of her eyebrows was titled up in amusement. I was about to heave a sigh of relief, knowing that, at least, she didn’t seem mad.

However, her hand pressed harder, pushing me forward against her thick shaft. It was so warm. I could feel the faint pulse of her heartbeat through her bulky veins.

“Now now, it’s not polite to stare,” she said, pinning my face up against her erect shaft.

My eyes widened, “I-I-It’s not what it looks like!” I begged, my voice almost failing me.

Otome merely clicked her tongue in disappointment. And while she might have not been angry, somehow that was way worse than having her lash out at me. I could feel her disappointment cutting deep into me. I balled my hands into fists, trembling in mortification and embarrassment.

I couldn’t even bring myself to look at her.

“If you wanted a closer look, you only needed to ask Momma. I have no reason — and nor do I want — to hide my body from you. Not anymore,” her tone was sweet, syrupy, yet I could hear the firmness behind it, “Nevertheless, as your guardian, I should punish you for sneaking around and invading my privacy. Open your mouth, Edwin.”

My stomach tightened. Trepidation washed over me, leaving me lost for words. Otome’s fingers sunk into the back of my head as she smoldered me with a look that was far from motherly. I was scared, but only for a fleeting instant. The fire in my loins slowly grew in intensity, my throat parched. As a hormonal teenager, I was familiar with this reaction.

I was getting turned on.

Despite my initial doubts, I did as she asked. I unhinged my jaw, my lips parting, my tongue unfurling. Otome flashed me an excited smile as she guided me down on the swollen head of her throbbing arousal. I could taste her precum, a powerful, salty and sweet flavor that filled my mouth. I wanted to taste more.

She slowly pushed my head down.

Her spongy, bulbous crown easily slid over my awaiting tongue, plunging past my uvula, and hitting the back of my throat. It was there that she stopped, struggling to gain ground in the tight grip of my untrained gullet. I thought my jaw was going to break — how was this ginormous beast in my ass the other night?!

Otome released a soft breath, her hand still on the back of my head, “Relax, sweetie. Just relax. Breathe through your nose. Don’t fight with your throat,” she instructed, easing herself inch by inch into my mouth as I struggled to resist the gag reflex screaming in my brain. At last, she popped past the barrier of my throat with a satisfied sigh and began to hump my mouth in earnest.

Tears were streaming down my face as my throat was used as a sleeve for her pleasure, and I was certain I came close to passing out more than once. Her hands held my head firmly in place as she thrust forward. My throat bulged out, my tongue flapping helplessly underneath her ministrations.

She pulled back slightly, only to ram her fleshy mace back in. My nose hit her fupa, and I breathed in her scent. Her burly shaft forced me to keep my jaw wide open. And it was putting a lot of stress on the joints. Otome grunted, eyes half-lidded as she peered at me from her commanding position.

I watched as my mom grabbed the hilt of her cock and pulled out. A web of saliva came out with it, trickling down my chin and onto the floor, “Good. You’re learning,” Otome smirked in a predatory way. She patted my face with her drool-slicked penis, “But you still have a long way to go, Edwin. But worry not. That’s why I’m here.”

I barely had time to mull over her words before I found myself gagging over the huge slab of meat in my mouth. She didn’t give me time to acclimatize to her girth. She plunged it straight down my throat, where she stayed there for a couple of long, agonizing seconds. A new wave of tears welled up in my eyes.

“Hmm...” Otome loosened out a shuddering breath as she clawed at my head, burying her cock deeper and deeper into my gullet. Her powerful legs clamped around me, keeping me locked in place. I did the best I could with what little space I had.

My tongue was a prisoner underneath her imposing shaft. My face was a deep red — either from the excitement or asphyxiation, I didn’t know. Perhaps both? Her thick girth had cut off my air supply, and I was gasping for breath with each interval between her thrusts.

It was hard not to gag. I could hardly hold it back any longer. Every time her bulbous head plunged past my uvula, my throat would tighten up and that unpleasant sensation of throwing up would make me retch on Otome’s pounding cock.

That, however, didn’t stop her from treating my throat as her own personal cock glove. Her nutsack slapped on my chin every time she rammed her hips forward. A bulge on my neck would indicate that she was sheathed balls-deep inside my mouth.

Everything burned. My lungs. My throat. My cheeks.

Tears rolled down my face, along with a few strands of snot. All of that mixed in with the outpour of saliva smearing my mouth, and those few drops of pre-cum that oozed out of my mom’s cock. It was a mess. I was a mess. I screwed my eyes shut, willing myself to hold on and wait for her approaching release. Because it was coming. I could feel it. The velvety skin of her cock was warm and throbbing in anticipation.

“Oh... Ohhhh...” even her voice was strained, “I’m almost there!”

Otome’s hand tightened around my head. Her waist rocked back and forth with reckless abandon. I gagged and retched drool as she clobbered the back of my throat at an ever-increasing pace. More tears spilled out. I was struggling to breathe. The brief intervals between her thrusts had shortened considerably, leaving me in a race against time, hoping she’d cum before I passed out.

“Ohhh...” I looked up at her. Her mouth was half-open, her tongue sweeping out to lick her lips in a very enticing way, “... Ohh! Yeees! You’re such a good boy, Edwin. Hmmm! Hmmm!” her sharp nails sunk into my scalp. It hurt. Nevertheless, I soldiered on. We were making eye contact. So much so that I could gauge the slightest of changes in those bright orbs of hers.

There was something dark about them.

It was as if I was facing my natural predator.

I wasn’t scared as much as I should have been. Probably because I knew how kind she could be. The difference could be seen only when her cock was penetrating me.

Every time I looked into her eyes, I would be consumed by the raging fire within them.

I was overwhelmed by her raw passion. Although it could be hurtful at times, it filled me with... joy.

I was being loved. And that was what mattered.

“Edwin...” Otome whispered, her face scrunched up, with sweat rolling down her cheeks, “You’re... so... obedient! Come on! Here it comes, Edwin! TAKE IT ALL!” I heard her moan, at last. It was more of a growl, actually. An animalistic yell that tore straight into my chest. And that was all the warning I had.

She pulled out just far enough for the tip of her cock to rest on my tongue as she ejaculated into my mouth. It was a blast of sticky, white stuff that painted the inner walls of my mouth. I was flooded, literally. There was no better way to describe the explosion of cum that filled me up.

I was caught by surprise at how hot her semen was, with a thick chewy texture and a sharp, slightly chemical taste. It lingered on my tongue, making a beeline for the entrance of my throat, where it would have, no doubt, found the passageway to my stomach.

And while swallowing was not a bad idea, it was simply too much for me. I couldn’t hold it in.

I was ashamed to say I coughed it right up onto her cock before spilling the rest across the couch and floor. Some of it still coated my tongue, and a messy web could be seen when I parted my lips to finally breathe.

We did it again. Otome and I.

The last time was still so vivid in my head. I never thought it would happen again. Not so soon.

Did that mean anything to Otome?

Because it meant the world to me.

I looked at her, panting.

Otome chuckled behind a hand, a melodious sound that was a stark contrast to the brutal display of love making she was capable of, “You’ll need more practice, sweetie. It was not bad. Really. But I’m sure you can do better than that, Edwin. Way better, in fact,” she said with a loving smile as she cradled my tear-straked and cum-stained face in her lap.

I was a bit floored, and fumbled for words. But none of them managed to make it past my lips. So I just lay there, in her lap, cum gliding down my cheeks. She ran a hand through my hair, for a brief moment only.

“Let’s get this mess cleaned up, shall we? Then I’ll get started on dinner. I’m going to make your favorite, Edwin!” Otome said with a thousand-watt smile. And then she got up like nothing unusual had happened, like it didn’t mean anything.

But I knew things were going to be different from here on out.

Maybe things already were. Maybe I had fallen into a carefully-woven trap from the start, and Otome, this sweet spider that welcomed me into her den, had been waiting to sink her fangs into me.

Yes. Things would hardly be the same...

I had taken momma’s cock twice now, and I didn’t think I could stop there.

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