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Deborah had hoped that when Sam and her got home maybe somehow things would return to some kind of normality. The things she witnessed and experienced in Dr. Chakowski's office had shook her to her core and destabilized the flimsy buttresses she had erected in her mind to keep her filthy thoughts and cravings at bay. Now that she had seen Sam's cock and balls in their entirety, now that she had witnessed one of his godlike ejaculations, now that Barbara had so wickedly fanned the flames of her carnal hunger, Deborah didn't see how anything could possibly be the same again. That didn't stop her from desperately hoping that somehow, despite all that, her and Sam could find a way to reclaim some semblance of their life before her son's immense development.

It took only a few hours before that foolish hope was dashed.

"Mommy? Can I have one of the, um… the horsey condoms?" Sam asked from the open door of Deborah's room.

She was sitting at her desk in a pair of track pants that hugged her fat ass and mommy mound as well as a t-shirt that her tits were stretching to its limits as usual, despite the bra she was wearing. She had wanted to take off her bra when she got home, as she often did in the evenings to get more comfortable, but after the day they'd had it felt like a bad idea, so she left it on. She did however change out of those jizz-soaked clothes so she wasn't continually huffing the powerful smell of her gradeschool son's seed. Deborah was using her laptop to search online again for some kind of resource or guidance for mothers in her position and again she was coming up empty handed. Sam's sweet voice asking such an inherently perverted question only made her despair even more. How on earth were they going to 'integrate this into their lives' as the doctor had suggested? How does a mother 'integrate' into her day the task of supplying her preteen son with condoms big enough to fit a goddamn horse cock because those are the only ones that can accommodate his fucking cudgel of a swinging dick and his geysering sperm loads?

"Do you… um… are you sure you need one, sweetie? I thought the… uh… the doctor's visit today… would have been enough?" Deborah responded, already blushing deeply as she struggled to find words to talk about such embarrassing things.

"Oh, okay mommy," Sam said, sounding uncertain, "I guess I don't need one. Um, sorry if I wet the bed again tonight. I can just feel that stuff in there. You know… my ball babies."

Deborah moaned and squeezed her thighs together, then clapped her hand over her mouth, her blush moving down her neck to her cleavage peeking through the stretched out neckline of her t-shirt. She knew she should have stopped the doctor from using such filthy language around her little boy! But Deborah had been… distracted. That's how she justified it to herself. Regardless of how it happened, Sam had now been exposed to all kinds of words and phrases that no little boy should know. Her son shouldn't even be shooting cum at his age, let alone listening to an adult talk about his 'horse cock' and 'fat balls' and 'buckets of pearl jam'! The damage was done though and there was no way for Sam to unlearn those words. Deborah felt too embarrassed to even address it, so she just hoped he would stop using words like that. She knew that was a foolish hope as well.

"I, uh… uummmm…" Deborah muttered, finding herself at a complete loss for words.

Not knowing what to say, she just reached inside her purse sitting on her desk and pulled out the long box labeled 'Stallion Condoms'. She looked down at the packaging emblazoned with the stylized silhouette of a horse, including the shape of the stallion's incredibly huge horse cock. She wondered how on earth her son could possibly need such obscenely large condoms. She knew why he needed them, that much was clear, but just… how? How did this happen? How could this possibly be her life now? She opened the box and pulled out one of the horse condoms, examining the sizable wrapper. Deborah didn't really know anything about horse breeding, but she found it odd that these condoms were in wrappers very similar to normal condoms, only these were much bigger. Also, the inclusion of the horse penis in the logo seemed… excessive. Were these actually condoms used for breeding horses, or were they some kind of… fetish thing? Why did Dr. Chakowski have these on hand as if she keeps them stocked? Deborah had more questions than answers.

She tore one of the individual condom packets off the ream of rubbers. "Here you go," she said, unable to look Sam in the eye, just holding the condom in his direction for him to take. She felt his little fingers brush against hers as he took the horse rubber and Deborah bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to push away the thought of the contrast between Sam's little hands and fingers compared to that fucking goliath cock hanging between his little legs.

'When he jerks that fucking thing he must look like a fireman trying to control a firehose blasting vanilla pudding' came the thought, unbidden. Deborah physically shook her head, eyes closed tight, trying to think of anything other than the mental image of her little son using his small hands to try and wrangle his monolith of a cock as it erupted his incredibly thick cum loads all over his room.

"Um, mom?" Sam asked sweetly, "Are you okay?"

Deborah swallowed hard and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes, put on a fake smile, and turned to her sweet loving son. "Yes, honey. Mommy's fine. I just… have a headache."

"Oh, okay. Well, I hope you feel better," he said, then he walked out of her room carrying that condom wrapper that was wider than his own hand.

Deborah let out a shaky sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her brow. Maybe now she could relax and get a small break from all of this. She shutdown her laptop and stepped away from the desk, then stepped into her private bathroom attached to her bedroom. She splashed some cold water on her face in an attempt to banish those concerning thoughts. It didn't help. She walked back into her bedroom and grabbed the book she'd been reading from its place on the nightstand, then sat down on her bed with her back against the headboard. Maybe reading would help take her mind off-

"Mom?" she heard Sam call from his room on the other side of her bedroom wall.

"Uh, yes sweetie?"

"I… I think I might… need some help."

Deborah's heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to explode. This was not actually a possibility she had considered. She just handed her eight year old son a fucking horse condom and expected him to know what to do with it despite having no instruction or information. Why couldn't the doctor have explained this to him? That was the whole reason she had taken him to see Dr. Chakowski in the first place, so she could explain everything to Sam! Deborah felt completely unable to talk to her son about… sex stuff… let alone explain to him how to wrap his fifteen inch cock in a condom designed for a goddamn mustang!

She hesitated for a few moments, trying to think of how to respond.

"Mom?" Sam asked from the other side of the wall, clearly needing her assistance sooner rather than later.

"O-okay, sweetie," she responded, heart in her throat, "I'll be there in just a minute."

She got up and went to the bathroom, again splashing cold water on her face, trying to think of how to approach this, how to handle this fucked up situation. As she patted her face dry with a towel she realized there was no perfect way to do this. She had to be strong. She had to just power through this to help her son. That's why she was doing this, so Sam wouldn't experience pain or discomfort caused by… his huge, rumbling, overproductive nuts. Deborah squeezed her thighs together and whimpered, then headed to Sam's room.

She knocked on his door. "Sweetie? Can I come in?"

"Y-yeah, mom."

She opened the door and was immediately hit with a wave of Sam's dick stink, but much more pungent than it had been at the doctor's office. Sitting there on the bed, his thighs spread to allow room for his huge equipment, was her sweet little boy Sam. His enormous nuts were resting on the bed between his thighs, gurgling softly as they produced more and more sperm. That gigantic cock of his was standing up tall and proud, thick veins bulging along its length, the huge hooded knob only barely peeking out of his tight foreskin. Deborah's face flushed as she realized the reason his cock was especially stinky: Dr. Chakowski had stuffed that donkey dick back into Sam's shorts without so much as wiping it off. That long floppy fucker had been basting in Sam's sperm jelly for fucking hours now, giving it a radiating, overpowering odor.

As Deborah watched, Sam's cumslit opened and lazily drooled a slow-moving stream of precum down his shaft while Sam's eyes moved over his mom's body. Sitting next to him on the bed was the open condom wrapper and in his hand was the horse rubber, fresh from the wrapper and still rolled up.

"Wh-what did you… need?" Deborah asked, already panting softly as she tried her best to not stare at her son's cock.

"Mommy… I don't know what to do with this," he said, holding up the stallion condom. Deborah gripped the doorframe and took a few deep breaths, trying to maintain her composure and navigate this new and terrifying landscape in which she found herself.

"You… uh… well, sweetie, you're supposed to put it… on… your… thing," she stammered, feeling her voice catch in her throat from embarrassment. Sam looked down at the rubber in his hand, then looked at his flexing horse cock. He reached up and set the condom on top of his fat pulsing knob. It immediately fell off onto his bed and he whimpered pitifully.

"I don't know how, mom," Sam said, tears starting to well up in his eyes. Deborah felt such a pang of guilt at heaping this onto her sweet little boy who just didn't know any better. It wasn't his fault he was endowed with a dick that would choke out a pornstar. How could she expect him to know what to do? It was unfair to him.

Bolstered by her love for her son, Deborah stood up straight and took a deep breath, arching her back and inadvertently making her big heavy breasts jut out in front of her, jiggling a little as Sam watched. She strode over to his bed with as much confidence as she could muster, trying to ignore the sounds coming from his balls as he watched his own mother's tits and ass bouncing with every step. She tried to further ignore his moan as his cock flexed and pissed a beam of precum so hard it splattered against the ceiling and rained down to patter on his bedspread like milky rain. Deborah didn't acknowledge her son's reaction to her body, even as Sam was blushing and biting his lip, clearly self-conscious about not only his huge dick, but also how it gave away his secret thoughts about his mommy.

Deborah picked up the condom and held it up for Sam to see. "Okay, so what you do is… you hold the condom with one hand like this," she demonstrated, holding the rubber by the edge with her left hand, "Then you put your… thing… in it," she took two fingers and pushed them against the center of the condom where his cock should go, trying her best not to think about how his cock wasn't two fingers thick, it was five, "And uh, you unroll it down like this," she said, using her left hand to roll the condom halfway down her fingers to demonstrate. Sam watched intently, trying to memorize the steps.

"Does that, make sense?" Deborah asked, not sure what she would do next if he said 'no'.

"Yeah, mom," he said, mercifully, "I think so."

Deborah handed him the condom and he held it with his left hand, placing it over his huge uncut knob.

"No, honey," Deborah said, biting her lip, "It's… upside down. The other side goes on your… the uh… you know, the end of… it." Sam looked confused for a moment, then he took the condom and turned it over so his cock head was pressing against the center of the rubber on the correct side.

"Like this, mommy?" he asked and Deborah heard herself moan before she realized she was doing it, biting her tongue to try and stop it. What the fuck was wrong with her that she was so turned on by this adorable display of her cute son calling her 'mommy' and asking her if he was putting the fucking horse jizz balloon correctly onto his big kid fuckpipe?

"Y-yes, baby," she panted, "Just like that. Now… you just need to unroll it and you're good to go, okay?" Deborah turned around and headed toward the door, needing to get out of this room, needing to breathe air that wasn't fucking saturated with the overpowering odor of her son's sweaty, spermy, stinky slab of dick meat. However, by turning around and walking toward the door she was inadvertently showing her huge fat ass to Sam whose eyes grew wide and his jaw drop as he stared. From behind her Deborah heard him moan loudly and she turned around just in time to see his cock fire off an even more powerful beam of precum so hard it blasted the horse rubber right out of his hand. The prejizz stream splattered against the ceiling again and cascaded down onto Sam's collection of superhero action figures on the top of his bookshelf, knocking most of them over and covering them in little boy prenut.

"Oh my god!" Deborah blurted out. Sam scrunched up his face and tears started flowing down his cheeks. Deborah panicked. She didn't know what to do! Her sweet little boy was crying because he couldn't figure out how to put a rubber over his womb-destroyer and here she was trying to run away because she couldn't handle the immensity of the situation.

"Mommy, it's gonna come soon!" Sam whined, his cock flexing again to piss precum all over the wall beside his bed, "I don't think I can hold it much longer!"

Deborah had to act fast! Her son's cum cannon was now on a hair trigger and she did not want to spend the rest of the night giving Sam's entire room a deep clean. She ran over to where the horse rubber had landed on the floor, sitting in a puddle of little boy pre-loads, and she bent over to pick it up off the floor. Doing so made her basically present her fat ass and pussy mound to her son who moaned again and blasted precum so hard against the window it sounded like it might break. Deborah stood up and rushed back over to Sam, quickly sitting down in front of him on the bed, crossing her legs under her while being careful to keep them from touching Sam's gargantuan ball bag piled up between his thighs.

"Just hold on for a bit longer sweetie, okay? We have to get this on you first!" She held the stallion condom while looking at his slimy pulsing member, took a deep breath, then with her left hand she placed the precum-covered condom over the big pulsing tip of Sam's filthy cock. Using her right thumb and forefinger she gripped the base of the condom where it was fitted around Sam's unbelievably massive cock head, only able to span half his girth with her two-fingered grip.

For the first time she felt directly just how goddamn huge that fucking knob was! Not only that, it was so fucking hot it felt like it might burn her hand through the condom! Sam groaned again from having his dick touched and Deborah focused solely on the task at hand, squeezing the tip of the condom with her left hand while with her right she rolled it down his impossibly long and fat cock, shoveling his old coagulated sperm loads further down his shaft in the process, getting them all over her fingers and releasing more of their aged, pungent aroma. Even with only two fingers halfway around that godlike fuck pipe of his, the stimulation from her fingers essentially stroking him down his length as well as the condom squeezing around his cock made Sam shudder and moan, bucking his hips reflexively against his mother's hands. Deborah found herself once again thinking of a horse breeder trying to wrangle a massive, bucking, thrusting horse dick to guide it to a mare's pussy. She had managed to roll the enormous rubber almost all the way down Sam's incredible girthy length when his balls made a telltale gurgling rumble, pulled up close to his body, and his already staggeringly huge dong visibly engorged and filled out even more, becoming a little thicker and a little longer. Deborah felt like she was in a race against the clock as she tried to roll that condom as far down Sam's cock as possible before he blew. In the process of doing so she leaned down, putting the head of Sam's fifteen inch cock right next to her face. She looked over at it and saw the head of his dick swell along with the rest of his cock, except that bulbous knob was much darker than his shaft and foreskin. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the sight, watching through the condom as Sam's coin slot dickhole opened like a vertical mouth and she felt the underside of his cock bulge against her fingers as Sam's humongous ball loads traveled up his cum pipe.

Then Sam started nutting.

From her vantage point right next to the engorged, throbbing head of her own son's latex-encased donkey dick, Deborah had a front row seat to Sam's ejaculation. What she saw absolutely mesmerized her. Eyes wide, mouth partially open, heart beating out of her chest, Deborah saw Sam's dickhole erupt a continuous and incredibly powerful jet of thick, pearly, clumpy nut custard into that stallion rubber. She stared in abject awe as the blasting beam of boy nut hosed against the inside of the condom so hard that the ring around the base of the condom slid up his shaft a couple inches and Deborah had to squeeze it around his cock with both hands just to keep it from flying off like a fucking water rocket. The tip of the condom rippled and bulged as Sam continued pissing a steady beam of jism into it, making the end of the rubber quickly become bulbous and opaque with all that potent seed of his. After a few seconds of continuous sperm blasting, Sam's cock stopped flexing for just a moment, his cock head shrinking slightly, the inflated end of the condom drooping without the force of his ejaculation keeping it distended. Then that big horse cock flexed again, even harder this time, and Sam's piss slit dilated to gush another huge continuous beam of sperm into the stallion condom. Not only was the sight incredible, but so was the fucking sound of her little boy's ball blasting! It sounded like custard being forced through a fucking pressure washer. And all of this was happening right next to Deborah's fucking face!

SSSHHHHHPPPLLLRRRRRRTTTTT!!

SSPPPLLLUUUURRRRRRTTTTT!!

SPLRRRT! SPLRRRT!

SSSSHPPPPLLLRRRRPPPLLLRRRTTT!!

As Sam's prolific orgasm continued with no signs of slowing down, the bloated end of the condom just got bigger and heavier and fuller of his fucking ball jelly. It was so inflated with his sperm that it was drooping down further and further until it pressed against her collarbone. She gasped as she felt not only the weight of all that dense and virile baby batter, but also the fucking heat of it! It felt like it could almost burn her skin. The knowledge that it was piping hot because it was pulsing up from deep within her son's horse nuts made her heart beat even faster and she realized her pussy was absolutely drenched.

Then she remembered what the doctor said.

"Well… they should be able to hold at least half of his load"

Deborah looked down at her two hands wrapped around the base of the condom containing Sam's flexing spurting cock and realized the latex ring was now only a few inches from his cock head. This whole time as he'd been blasting jet after jet of sperm into the horse rubber it had continued slowly inching up his shaft without her realizing it. Her eyes moved to the end of the condom and saw that fully two-thirds of the rubber was now hanging off the end of his horse dick and all two-thirds was inflated full of his thick, wriggling ball babies, swirling around inside as he pissed more and more jism into that pony sleeve. The long, gravid end of the rubber was now laid over her collarbone and drooping down her back. Each blast of Sam's cum into the condom made the latex ring at the base inch up a little further, a little further, just a little further.

Deborah didn't have another horse condom. They were in her room.

Sam's flexing cock pissed another beam of sperm into the rubber and Deborah felt it pull her fingers up over Sam's huge sensitive cock head and the rubber slipped free, sliding down her back to plop onto Sam's bed and start slowly oozing its dense contents onto his comforter. Deborah felt like time slowed down again as her eyes moved to Sam's fat slimy cock head right next to her face, now completely unsheathed, the big uncircumcised tip engorging again in preparation to blast another jet of horse boy cum. He moaned loudly, gripping his comforter as his mother's fingers pulled up on his fat hooded cock head, making him cum even harder.

SSSSHHHPLLLRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!!!

Sam blasted a prolonged powerful beam of pure fucking sperm over Deborah's shoulder like a fire hose, the finger thick geyser splattering all over his shelf containing his coloring books and some other books he had recently bought at the school book fair. The next blast impacted the wall above the bookshelf, Sam's cock flexing even harder as it hosed down the wall, the splattering sounds interspersed with the staccato impacts of the thicker nuggets of boy jism from deep in his balls. Deborah just sat there panting, head turned to the side, her mouth and nose only an inch away from Sam's flexing, cum-pissing knob. All she could smell was hung boy dick funk and that powerful, pervasive, head-swimmingly pungent stink of thick, clumpy, freshly brewed sperm! Deborah's panting sent constant waves of her hot breath all over the throbbing head of Sam's dick, making him nut even more, even harder. Arcing cables of boy batter hosed down his walls, his toy chest, his stuffed animals, the floor, the ceiling, fucking everywhere!

After many minutes of nonstop cum-blasting, Deborah noticed Sam's cock flexing a little less with each heavy pulse of sperm, his cum ropes arcing lower and lower until finally his cock gave one last spurt and flopped down onto her shoulder, still mostly hard but beginning to lose a little of its steel. His cock head continued burping up plenty of clumpy, slow-drooling sperm that oozed down Deborah's back like pearly molasses. A thought popped into her head that made her start shivering as the intense sexual charge of it coursed through her body: 'Feels like I'm burping Sam's donkey dick over my shoulder like it's a fucking baby!'

Deborah's eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and she started gushing pussy juice so hard that it sprayed through the fabric of her panties and track pants, sending hot mommy nectar blasting all over Sam's hefty balls, the base of his cock, his thighs, and all over the bed between them.

"Mommy! Why're you peeing?" Sam exclaimed.

Deborah just shook even harder as her orgasm intensified. It felt like her brain was melting as she simultaneously felt arousal, release, shame, wanton hunger, fear, and bliss. She gushed another big blast of mommy juice onto her hung little boy's big bloated balls, then another slightly weaker one before she stopped shaking. She sat there panting for a few moments, trying to catch her breath.

"Um, thank you, mommy," Sam said softly, "For helping me, I mean. With my… you know… my big fat cock and stinky sperm loads," Sam said, smiling sheepishly at her and repeating the words he'd learned from Dr. Chakowski. He said them as if he thought they were just new words he learned from his doctor, completely unaware that he was actually very earnestly saying incredibly filthy things.

The adorable sight of her tender, loving, perfect little boy smiling at her with that heart-melting expression on his handsome little face made Deborah moan because of the incredibly fucked up contrast of his slimy, stinky horse cock flopped over her shoulder with his knob slowly burbling his unconceived children in an oozing river down her back. She continued panting, trying to rub together two brain cells enough to process what was happening and formulate some kind of response. Her panting only made her suck in more of Sam's hot, wafting cocktail of ball sweat, cock musk, and sperm stink. That mouth-watering bouquet of scents snaked up her sinuses and it felt like it was short-circuiting her mind. Her son's pungent fuck-stink was fucking up her brain!

She felt like she was in a dream as her mouth opened and she heard herself say "You're welcome, baby."

Even though it felt like the words just fell out of her mouth, in her foggy pheromone-drunk state she believed them. He was welcome! Her son had always been her little man, her perfect little boy. Now, somehow, he was even more perfect! This fucking pony schlong of his, these gigantic gurgling balls, and these cum loads big enough to knock up a whole harem at once made him that much more her perfect little man. In that moment she felt like she would do anything for him, anything he wanted, anything he needed.

Deborah believed her son Sam was welcome to anything and everything she could provide.

The crystallization of this thought in Deborah's mind started a slow but steadily quickening chain reaction. A thought lead to another, a concept connected to a memory, and she felt herself starting to shake off some of the incredibly powerful intoxication that came from huffing her little boy's pheromone-packed secretions. She started to feel a creeping anxiety as she realized exactly what she'd just been thinking. Half her mind was in this dreaming state of wanting to offer herself to her son, and the other half was panicking at that thought. Deborah swallowed hard, her heart hammering away in her chest, and with all the strength she could muster from the panicking part of her mind she willed herself to leave. To flee, to get away from this room! Or else she thought she might go crazy. She might lose herself.

 She turned her shoulder so Sam's still mostly hard cock slid down her arm to flop wetly into the puddles of cum that had gathered on the comforter next to her.

"I'll clean your room later," she said, not looking him in the eye, then stood and walked to the door. Sam saw the slow-motion waterfall of his cum sliding slowly down the back of her blouse and onto her enormous jiggling ass. The sight made his monster cock burp up another pulse of gelatinous jelly babies onto his bed.

"O-okay, mom," he said. Then "Mom? Are you mad at me?"

Deborah was facing away from Sam, her hand on the doorknob. She turned to look at him over her shoulder. "I could never be mad at you, sweetie. Mommy just needs… some fresh air."

She forced herself to open the door, step out of Sam's room, and close the door behind her. Even as she did so, she knew that this was not a problem she could just ignore or walk away from. This would keep happening. This was just a glimpse of what her new life was going to look like and she knew she wasn't ready.