Mom sat down and had you sit down on her lap, your back curled forward, almost like you were partway into rolling into a ball. Mom took out a small plastic jar.
"Come on, baby, it's time to collect some samples." Mom said.
You knew what this meant. Mom wanted some of your DNA for research purposes. Your DNA, of course, came from your sperm. She had a whole refrigerator down here in the basement full of samples from everyone. Your sperm, Jenny's vaginal secretions, Aunt Tina's breast milk, Lucy's period blood, even sperm from your deceased father, saved for if Mom ever discovered a good way to clone or resurrect him. This wasn't really all that weird for you; you were used to being naked and having your itty bits fondled by your mother, but you always felt so dirty and unclean when she did it, even though it felt really good.
You leaned back and let Mom get to your little cock, your face slightly flushed. She gently cupped her cold, firm hands around your balls and watched as "Little Brandon slowly stood up at attention. Mom smiled and you closed your eyes, feeling shame for some reason. No matter how much Mom tried to make it normal, it always felt dirty.
"Can... can we try to do this quick and get it over with?" You timidly asked.
Mom laughed.
"Fine, fine. I'll try and make it fast." Mom said.
She wanted to enjoy it, but knew you were rather uncomfortable with the whole thing and was understanding of that.
Mom began to softly caress your balls in one hand and rhythmically rub your shaft with the other. Slowly, she switched which hand rubbed your shaft and moved the other up to the head of your cock, which she lightly pinched. You grew dizzy, lightheaded even. You felt like your heart was swimming in a stormy ocean. Your breathing grew fast and heavy. Your toes curled up as you let out a moan.
"Yes, come for Mommy..." Mom whispered.
Your butt clenched hearing those words. You felt slimy now, and not just from being recently submerged in goo. Soon, you could take no more.
"Ah... Ah... It's..." You gasped.
Mom moved the plastic sample cup right over your erect cock, anticipating your seed.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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