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Choso was always family oriented, the over protective big brother, and even the son that doesn't play about his mom, Especially his mom. All in all he was a mama's boy, he didn't care too much about whoever his father was because all he really needed was you, his sweet doting mother.
He needed you a little too much..
Choso hadn't moved out of the house or even considered going to college.
Becoming a tattoo artist was right up his alley, that or being a gamer boy.
He didn't want college keeping him away from you or his brothers, they needed him, you needed him. Choso wanted nothing more than to help his single mom with the rest of his brothers.
Yuji was a tough one to deal with, having to chase him up and down the house just to put him down for a nap was tiring work. So tiring you'd think he'd be the one nodding off, but instead of him taking a nap it's you.
As much as Choso adored his baby brother, he hated sharing you just as much. Yuji was the kind of kid that was more close with his siblings rather than the person who gave birth to him.
Especially when Choso leaves for work Yuji would act as if Choso had given birth to him— crying and screaming wanting to go with his cool, tatted, muscular stoner big brother. On days like this he'd just take him to the tattoo shop with him giving you the whole day to yourself.
But when they came home Yuji was out like a light, tired from a whole day of running around, yapping, eating the other artists' food, and getting so much attention.
It was off to bed for him when they got home.
Then there's you, single mother of two of course, pulling out a hot and ready chicken pot pie from the oven. It was a cozy day which called for a cozy meal. From the looks of it though, it seemed like Choso and you would be enjoying it together.
While you were fixing your bowls, Choso had put Yuji to bed and headed for the bathroom to relieve himself.
For weeks he had been collecting pictures of you in any way he could, as sneaky as he could. In a photo album he had titled “Mama ♡” he had dozens of pictures and videos of you showering, sleeping, half naked, you name it he had it. He's even got a video or two of you and him.. After putting a little something in your drink.
That was his favorite, you were sleeping so good that he just couldn't help, but to help himself to a piece of your pussy.
Choso didn't know what to get off too so as usual he'd stroke himself to everything.
“F- Fuck, M-Mommy..” He whimpered, staring at a picture of your asshole and pussy he took yesterday while you were asleep.
The more he swiped the faster he jerked himself off, the next photo almost sent him over the edge, your pretty feet, he dragged the phone closer, pressing fevered licks and kisses along the screen as if it were your own flesh. “Mom..” He groaned “Mommy..”
He bucked his hips uncontrollably. “Tell me I'm your good boy, tell me tell me tell me.” Choso whispered, he fluttered his eyes, forcing them to refocus on a video of you showering. He had gotten really lucky this time, you were too busy washing your hair to even notice him.
Choso was so close to exploding, usually he lasts longer than this, but when it comes to you— he just couldn't hold back. His chest rose and fell rapidly in ragged breaths , eyes stung with tears whelming up, his stomach felt as if it were in a knot.
He was so close, hanging his head back against the bathroom door. So worked up over you that all he could mouth was your name.
“Choso?” You called out from the other side. “Are you okay in there, hun? I called for you three times, your food will get cold!”
He came to an abrupt stop squeezing his cock in the process. “S- Sorry mom! I'll be down in a second!” Had you really been calling for him? Was he so lost in the sauce that he completely tuned out his surroundings completely? These thoughts raced through his mind while he tried to fix himself up before dinner, wincing at having to stuff his already sensitive cock back into those awfully tight jeans of his. His hardened cock only makes them tighter unfortunately for him.
“Alright.. You're going to go downstairs, have dinner with mom and.. and— ugh..” Choso facepalm, he was so nervous about finally having alone time with you that didn't require him to sneak around. You're just so gorgeous, curvy in all the right places, funny, energetic, there were so many amazing qualities about you.
Oh, but the way you make his heart palpitate.
“I warmed your food up for you, where's Yuji? Sound asleep I bet.”
“Thanks mama, yeah he's asleep, we had a long day. But he had a lot of fun, and even brought in more customers.” He slowly stuffed his face.
“Well, that's good, maybe you should take him to work with you more if he's going to be that tired when he gets home!” you started to laugh thinking about all the times you tried to get him to sleep only for you to end up falling asleep before him.
Choso's pants got tighter listening to your sweet voice and contagious laughter. He could hardly focus on eating, although your cooking was amazing that's not what he wanted.
What he craved most was your touch, that warm, wet, cunt he could only feel every once and a while.
“Cho? Baby, what's wrong you've barely eaten your food?”
The wet squelchy sound his food made as he stirred it around had him lost in thought, it damn near sounds exactly like your pussy when he was digging in it.
“Cho!?”
“Huh?! Oh— Sorry, I guess I'm just not as hungry as I thought..” He gave a nervous smile followed by a little chuckle.
“Aww, Well if you get hungry later on or Yuji wakes up the rest is on the stove, Mama's going to head to bed.” With a kiss upon his forehead you went off to your bedroom. Choso reached out, but hesitated, watching you leave to your room he tilted his head to the left, eyes fixated on how your ass moved like water in that thin night gown.
Choso laid out flat on his back with a deep sigh, too chicken to say he needs you, too pussy to tell you what you do to your own son.
This was wrong, but he had long since dispelled those thoughts, Choso didn't care how wrong it was, he just knew he needed you more than ever.
Some hours went by, waking Yuji up for dinner, then sending him right off to bed, cleaning the kitchen up for you. Choso took care of all the chores that you— a mother would usually do. But for you? Oh he wouldn't let you lift a finger.
12am, everyone should be asleep, everyone but him. The only thing keeping him awake was strain on his pajama pants caused by his monstrous cock. Pictures and videos just were going to do it for him, he craved to be inside your warm, tight walls completely this time.
No, not just the tip or the head, he needed to be inside you as much as he could at least.
The house was dark, almost dead silent if not for the TV in yuji's playing cocofelons as he slept, Choso was quietly making his way to your bedroom with his cock hanging heavy while throbbing hot in hand at the anticipation as he crept in your room where you lay peacefully. While your TV softly played some true crime show— Choso didn't have a clue in the world for how you could even fall asleep to such horrific events playing in the background, but that doesn't have anything to do with the precum leaking from his rock-hard cock.
His eyes were so fixated on that fat, voluptuous ass of yours peaking out from underneath that gown— teasing him almost.
The mattress sunk in as he slowly, carefully climbed into bed knee first. Since you were already laying on your stomach, Choso's preferred choice— he used his knees to help part your legs to get a better position, while he pumped his cock with a tight fist.
While using his free hand to gently pull the gown over your ass and fondle one of your cheeks. “Fuck.. I want both.” he pouts, looking at your puckered asshole and already wet pussy. “Is she dreaming of me? That's why she's wet? It must be!” He thought to himself. He got all that from just your pussy naturally being wet.
He moved like he couldn't help it, like your insides were calling out his name, begging for him to drive his massive cock deep inside. Now all he knew was to chase that closeness he craved. “God, I'm going to lose my mind—” he hissed before breaking into a breathless laugh, the moment he sank into you— hearing a coo come from your sleeping form he paused for only a moment, only the head was past that warm entrance and he was already trembling.
His breath stuttered once he surged forward— eyes shut tight as he slammed his hips into your ass. Just as your eyes shot open, Choso made quick work of covering your mouth, using his weight to hold you down while the other arm wrapped firmly around your throat. Your insides were so full of dick that the tip alone was creating a bulge in your tummy.
Taking a moment to allow you to adjust to his monstrous size, Choso rubbed his nose against the the side of your head to your hair breathing in your scent as if it were a drug his eyes rolled back, a shaky exhale leaving him as if your scent alone went straight to the dome— and his dick.
“M'sorry, Mommy..” He shuttered, landing a kiss on the back of your head. “I couldn't take it— look.. Feel what you do to me, i- it's your fault.” your eyes crossed almost immediately at the pace he's setting. slow deliberate to a more rough and brutal pace every thrust emphasized with a grunt. His arm tightened around your throat.
Screaming into the palm of his hand, feet kicking frantically only made him drive his throbbing cock deeper the tip kissed your cervix. “Shhh.. Don't want to wake Yuji, mom.”
The obscene sound of skin smacking against skin was like music bouncing off the walls, straight to his ears, accompanied with the creaking and groaning of the bed frame as it shuttered underneath Choso's brutal pace. His eyes rolled back again feeling your silken walls gripping him like a vice.
“Fuck…Mom— you feel—” his words fell apart into a breathless laugh, lips brushed against the back of your ear as he kept muttering voice whiny and low like his thoughts were spilling out faster than he could utter them. “Mommy.. I want— can't think—” the way he called out to you not only made you dizzy, but sent chills all over your body. “Up.. Fill you— up—”
You couldn't shake him off, or even get a word out. Not only was he too heavy for you to try and push off, but Choso was his weight into each thrust. They were getting sloppier by the second, Choso clenched his jaw while hissing through teeth, trying his best to refrain from cumming so soon— he needed your juices all over his meaty cock.
The tip bullied your g-spot with each passing kiss to your womb, he could feel your ass arching into his heavy-hitting thrusts. Your toes curled helplessly, nails digging into the sheets as your body didn't know where to put all this electrifying tension. Choso finally uncovered your mouth only to reposition it at the arch of your back pushing down and using it as leverage to continuously drive his pistoning cock into that spongy sweet spot, giving it to you relentlessly.
“Ch- Cho— so..” You finally choked out.
“Fuck.. Gonna— c-cum.. Cum on me, mommy— Fuuu— mama.. so good— so fuckin—” he murmured, tightening his arm around your throat.
Choso was a babbling mess fucking himself stupid into you. Sweat was beading off his forehead.
“Cho.. B-baby— w-wai-..” You could barely get the words out, it felt like he was trying to put his dick in your chest the way he was abusing your cunt. You could feel an orgasm approaching rapidly from your clitoris and gut almost like the urge to pee.
“T- take it.. Take it take it take it take it..” with one final brutal slam of his hips, Choso buried himself as deep as he could, letting a roar that quickly turned into him whining in pleasure as he erupts inside you, painting those spasming walls white with thick, scalding ropes of cum overflowing your womb with his baby batter while the rest leaked onto the sheets mixing with your release.
Your brain felt like tv static.
No words.
Stars in your vision.
Just heavy breaths between you two.
Choso's heavy cock remained buried inside you. He kissed the side of your head down to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “L.. Look what you did to me, mama.. Making me cum like this..” He groaned, clearly drunk off your pussy. “Look what you do to your son, mommy.. It's yours— oh it's your fault..” He licked, kissed your ear once more all while desperately rocking his hips into your for more friction.
“Gonna pump you full.. Make sure it takes… mama— mommy..” He whimpered, clearly not done with you.
No, he'll never be done with you.
What a life for a boy mom like you, hopefully Yuji doesn't take after his big brother when he's older.