Stacey’s adult life was defined by the events of one night. She was staying at the home of her husband’s college friend. The friend and his wife had a 1-year-old baby, so Stacey agreed to babysit while the rest went out. There was a car accident and all three were killed. Stacey and her husband had already agreed to adopt the c***d if something happened to the parents, so Stacey adopted the young Mason. She overcame the pain of losing her husband by focusing all her attention on taking care of the baby. Soon after the adoption, she began lactating and fed the baby from her own breasts. As Mason grew to adolescence, Stacey never stopped lactating. Her boobs continued to swell with milk in a vain attempt to serve their function. Stacey milked herself regularly, she wasn’t really aware but each time she felt a sense of hollow satisfaction.
Several years after the accident, Stacey continues to live alone with Mason. She hadn’t had sex since her husband died, and she was beginning to find it difficult to control her libido. “As soon as Mason goes to college,” she told herself, “I’ll find a boyfriend.” However, she had also begun to fetishize her adopted son, and as he grew older those feelings grew stronger. “I have to stop thinking that way.” “For Mason’s sake,” she thought.
Twice a week the neighbor’s son, Kevin, would stay over at Stacey and Mason’s house for the afternoon. Today was one of those days. “Is Mason really your son?” Kevin asked. “Because my mom says he really isn’t.” “She says it’s more like two strangers who need each other to live together.”
“Well… I suppose it’s sort of like that,” she replied, “he’s adopted, his birth parents couldn’t take care of him so I did.”
“Oh,” he said, “Hey Mason, let’s play superheroes!” He pulled out a thin black mask that went over his eyes.
“I can’t right now,” Mason said from the table.
“Mason is doing homework,” said Stacey, “Why don’t you just play with Aunt Stacey for a bit?”
“Mason, come on! I mean why bother? You’re just going to get held back again like always.” Kevin guffawed.
Bam! Mason slapped his hand on the table. “Listen!” he shouted. “Just because we’re both seniors now it doesn’t make us equals! I’m still older than you, don’t talk down to me! Do you realize I’ve already been accepted to a real college? I can’t fail this year, it won’t happen! And quit trying to get me to play your stupid games! You’re ten years too old to be running around the house like an idiot! Oh wait! I forgot! That’s why you’re even here in the first place isn’t it?! Because your mom knows if she were ever to leave you alone in your house, you’d wind up doing something stupid! It’d probably burn to the ground in less than a minute! Hey Mom, why don’t we help her out and get him an Adderall prescription?!”
“Mason!” Stacey gasped. “Where on Earth is this coming from?! Kevin is a f****y friend! You do not speak to him like that!” Stacey turned to Kevin. “I’m sorry Kevin, there’s nothing wrong with you. You’re just a free-spirit, who’s young at heart. Right?” Kevin nodded, smiling, as Stacey tussled his hair. “Now you apologize right now!” She glared at Mason.
“Ugh… Okay! Okay.” Mason looked away in shame. “Sorry.”
“Good.” Stacey smiled. “Now Kevin, Mason will play with you, okay? But first he needs to finish his homework. Understand? You can play with me in the meantime.” Stacey coddled.
“Alright…” Kevin said, still smiling. “Then let’s play! My name is Super Punch! I’m gonna get you, villain!”
“Uh oh, you’d better not punch me…” Stacey said. As she smiled and closed her eyes playfully, ‘Super Punch’ let out a long, fake, slow-motion punch right into Stacey’s ample breast. “Oh…” she uttered, unsure how to react. His fist had sunk in quite a ways before Stacey glanced up at Mason, who quickly averted his gaze. “Umm… Aunt Stacey doesn’t know how to play this game.” “Why don’t we play something else?”
“But I wanna play superheroes!”
“Well why don’t I be the superhero so I can chase you around?”
“Hmm…” Kevin said, “Okay.” “Here, put on the mask.” Stacey took it and turned away to put it on.
She looked over her shoulder, “What should my superhero name be?”
“Hmm…” “What about Super Butt?” he said, laughing.
“What?!” she said, “Are you trying to say my butt is big?”
“Yes!” he said, mocking her.
“Oh yeah?” she said, jokingly. “Well wait until you see what Super Butt can do!” She pushed Kevin to the ground and sat on top of him.
“Help! Help!” “I’m being crushed!” He squirmed out and ran away.
They ran around playing for a while, then Kevin stopped and said, “Now it’s Mason’s turn to be the bad guy.”
“Alright, alright,” Mason said.
Kevin turned to the masked Stacey. “Use your powers Super Butt!” “Squish the bad guy!”
Stacey hesitated for a moment, then began walking toward Mason. “Okay, here I come.” Mason gave a confused laugh as she approached. Stacey silently turned around, arched her back, and drove her butt slowly into Mason’s chest. Startled, Mason fell out of his chair as he tried to escape. While he was on the ground, Stacey sat her full weight onto his back.
“Mom, quit it,” Mason struggled.
“I’m not your mom, I’m Super Butt,” Stacey teased.
A few moments passed. More than was natural for such a simple game. Mason stopped struggling and Stacey sat on him in silence. She had been feeling pangs of excitement since this game began. “Well, I guess I had better get dinner started,” she said. She brought her left leg over Mason and straddled him, then brought her right leg over to face the kitchen before standing up. Then she turned and saw the serious look on Mason’s face. “On second thought,” she said, “I’m gonna go take a quick shower first.” She hurriedly walked upstairs and toward her bedroom. “I can’t keep doing things like that,” she thought. “I’ve been a good mother for so long, I can’t risk screwing it all up now.” She opened a drawer and dug out her dildo. “Just a few minutes and I’ll be okay.” She pulled her jeans down below her hips and stuck the dildo down the back of her white panties. She knew she was wet enough, so she slipped it right into her butt. She took a wide stance and stayed on her feet as she prodded herself. She normally masturbated quietly, but this time she was unable to stop herself from crying out because she knew that Mason might hear. After a few minutes she was almost done. At the top of her lungs, she let out an anguished, “Hoh!, Hoh!, Hoh!” She stopped the rhythmic shouts for a moment before groaning, “Hoh-oohhhh…”
“Mom, are you okay?” Mason knocked on the door.
“Oh! Just a second,” Stacey moaned, “I just stubbed my toe.” Thinking quickly, she pushed the dildo all the way into her butthole, and pulled her jeans up. “Come in.”
Mason opened the door, “You’re still wearing that mask?” “I thought you were going to take a shower.”
‘Ah, I uh… got, mmh, distracted…” she couldn’t hold back all of the moans. “Sorry, it reeeally hurts.” She moved over to her bed and sat down. She leaned back on one arm and pulled her foot up to her groin with the other. “Oooh…”
“Do you want me to look at it?” Mason asked.
“Okay,” Stacey grunted. Mason waited for Stacey to move but she remained still with her head tilted back.
“You’re shivering,” he said. “It’s that bad?”
“Ooooh!…” she moaned.
Mason crawled onto her bed to get a closer look at her toe. “Looks fine,” he said.
Stacey glanced down and saw Mason’s face near her crotch. “Ah, ah, ah,” she did her best to muffle her intense groans. Mason grabbed her toe and moved it back and forth. Mason touching her while she was in this state was more than she could bear. “Oh!,” she bellowed. She could no longer hold it, her body was rocked with orgasm. She kicked her legs out and fell back on the bed. She did everything she could not to lose all composure. She stifled the scream that had been building up inside her into a muffled, “Mmmmhh, Ohh-hohhhh…” She felt an overwhelming urge to grab at her crotch, but she managed to grab both her inner thighs instead. She began to roll over in ecstasy, but she felt the dildo slipping out of her spasming anus, so she jerked her butt back down. She rolled back and forth from her left side to her right, using all her willpower not to completely flip over. “If I flip over, I’ll end up pushing the dildo out in front of him,” she thought. After what seemed like ages, her body relaxed. She laid there panting for a moment, but then her whole body flinched. She felt another orgasm coming. “I have to get out of here,” she thought.
“Are you okay? I think you should go to the doctor,” Mason said.
“No it feels much better now,” Stacey said, bending her toe for him. “Ooh, but I really gotta go to the bathroom,” she said. “Ahh, I’m not gonna make it,” she said frantically and out of breath. As she stood up and faced Mason she began coming again. Unable to close her legs, she took wide, wobbly steps as she walked past him. “Aghh, I gotta go so bad,” she said as she rushed out. She pushed her palm into the center of her butt to hold the dildo in and keep it from poking out into her jeans. “Oh, I’ve got to hold it in with my hand,” she said glancing over her shoulder at Mason and hoping he believed her. When she got to the bathroom, she sat on the toilet and continued masturbating her asshole and moaning wildly. When she finally stepped out, it was dark and Mason had gone to sl**p. “Sorry Mason, I hope you found something to eat,” she thought.