Straining his eyes against the piercing rays of the morning sun, Ash Ketchum woke from drowsy slumber to see his tent pitched high under his blanket. He turned over to his side and shut his eyes again. It was still early; he could afford to catch a few more hours of sleep.
Suddenly, a knock on his door. "Ash? Ash?! Get up already!"
What the fuck is her problem? Ash thought. It was only around 7 AM. He was still tired. If he wanted to sleep, he'd sleep. His mom can go fuck herself.
An exasperated sigh. "Well, if Professor Oak is out of Pokémon by the time you arrive, don't blame me."
Oh fuck.
Ash sat up with a start. It was the day he was to get his first Pokémon and officially become a trainer, and he'd completely forgotten. Throwing off his blanket, Ash scrambled to the closet and changed out of his bedclothes into his shirt, a pair of grey sweatpants, and a baseball cap he'd bought just for this day. Perching the cap atop his head, he took a moment to examine himself in the mirror. There were bags under his eyes. That's what he got for staying up late nights jerking off to pictures his photographer friend Tracy sent him, he supposed.
"I'll be right down!" he yelled, darting down the stairway.
His mom, Delia, was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast — bacon and eggs, Ash's favorite. "So you finally decided to get up, huh? I thought we'd be looking at a repeat of last year. Not that I mind — you can stay with Mom for as long as you want, but at your age you should really be going out and—" She turned around and froze, her face reddening.
"A-Ash..! That's… that's inappropriate." she muttered, averting her gaze from his crotch. Ash looked down and nearly leapt in surprise. His morning wood was still throbbing under his sweatpants. Blushing, he turned away and sat down at the dinner table. "I'll take care of it." he replied, curtly, looking at the floor in embarrassment. Oh shit, he thought I can't believe my Mom saw my boner. They ate their breakfast in silence.
To tell you the truth Ash wouldn't have wanted to become a Pokémon trainer if it wasn't for the journey. Long ago he had switched his dream of becoming a Pokémon master with something more befitting a man. He wanted to be a harem master, and fuck hundreds if not thousands of different girls in different regions — girls with big tits, girls with small ones, girls with big, round, fleshy asses you could knead just like a ball of dough. Girls older and younger than him. Gym leaders, other trainers, store clerks, Nurse Joys, Officer Jennies. He was a madman possessed, obsessed with pussy. King of the perverts. A pussy hound, in short, even though he was still a virgin. The Pokémon trainer thing was just a cover for his sexual conquest.
Little did he know, that day, everything was about to change. The self-crowned King of Perverts was eventually going to ascend to heights he couldn't have imagined even in his wildest fantasies.
But for now, we return to the breakfast table. Thinking about his journey as a prospective harem master was getting him even harder, despite his best efforts. Now, it's important to keep in mind two things. First, that Ash was unusually well-endowed for his age. His dick swelled in proportion to his arousal and he himself hadn't any idea just how big it could get — it hit eight inches though, easily, sometimes even ten. Second, the round hardwood breakfast table they ate at was unusually low set, so that as Ash's indomitable hardon engorged it hit the bottom of the table and began to tip the table towards his mother's side, causing a fork and knife and two boiled eggs to slide into her lap.
She stood up in anger, dusting herself off, causing her breasts — DDs — to jiggle about erotically. "Now look what you've done. Ash Ketchum, I've had just about enough of your antics. I know this is — um, the age when boys get… you know, excited, but you're really pushing the limits here. It's simply not appropriate to have that…" — she gestured vaguely at his crotch — "…out in front of your mother, especially at a time like this."
Ash made an expression that said, roughly, that he couldn't help it, and seeing his mother's big breasts bounce around had made him even more aroused. He pulled back his chair so that his boner, at least under his sweatpants, was exposed, and Delia, his mother, seeing what she had done, began to blush again.
"Oh for G-God's sake Ash, why don't you go to your room and like… take care of it?" she covered her eyes. It's so big! she thought. So much bigger than my husband's… and it has been a while— no, I can't think like this! What's gotten into me?
She peeked at the clock through a gap in her fingers. Ten minutes to eight. Ash had to make it to Oak's by eight. Well, he certainly can't go like this, she thought, I'll just be helping him out, and God knows Ash was looking forward to his journey. It's a mother's love.
When she had finished rationalising it to herself, Delia, who by now was sopping wet at the crotch, yelled out — "Stop!". Ash, who had just begun to ascend the stairs whipped around, his enormous boner knocking down a vase, which, luckily, wasn't particularly expensive.
"Sit down." started Delia. I can't believe I'm doing this. "I can't let you go like that. And we don't have much time."
Ash obliged and sat down on a chair he pulled from the breakfast table.
Delia took a deep breath in. "Take off your pants!" she said, or practically yelped, going red in the face, eyes closed in embarrassment.
"Wh-what'd you just say?" Ash stuttered out, dumbstruck. "Mom?"
"You heard me." announced Delia, with newfound resolve. "Take your pants off. Mommy is gonna help you get rid of that thing."
Gingerly, Ash removed his pants by the waistband, exposing his swollen member, unable to meet his mother's gaze for embarrassment. Oh my fucking god it's hugethought Delia. It's as thick as my arm.
"Mommy's gonna make you feel real good now, Ash."
Within seconds, Delia was on her knees, servicing Ash's huge cock with her mouth, licking the glans, kissing the tip of his dick, pulling back his foreskin and licking under the ridges of his dick head, tonguing his urethra, and finally, taking the whole thing in her mouth like a professional. Ash contorted his face in waves of pleasure.
"Oh my God… Mom… that feels so good…" he barely managed to say. I can't believe I'm doing this with my own mother.
I can't believe I'm giving my own son a blowjob, thought Delia, though she was thoroughly enjoying slobbering all over the length of Ash's sausage. I'm such a bad mom. I need to be punished.
"Doesh it feel good, Ash?" Delia gurgled, her mouth full of spit, precum, and dick meat. "Does Mommy'sh mouth feel good?"
Ash could only but nod in response. His mother's mouth was sucking his dick like some kind of high powered vacuum, its heat enveloping his dick, the spit cooling when she withdrew, and then warming up again as she slid her mouth down halfway down his shaft. He could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of his mom's throat, again and again, her saliva mixing with his own hot precum in his mother's mouth, as Delia sucked at her own son's cock like a bitch in heat. It felt amazing. He had never felt anything like it before.
"Well, itsh gonna feel even better" said Delia. She put her hands up on his thighs and pushed down with her head, a few stray tears of exertion — pleasure? — escaping her eyes, which were no longer like that of a loving mother's, but like those of a slut who desperately needs a good dicking. Instantly, her head slid down the length of Ash's entire member, her mouth kissing the base. She was deepthroating him.
I'm letting my own son fuck my mouth-pussy… she said to herself, inly I didn't even do this with my husband.
"Ohh, fuck, oh FUCK Mom that feels great, Mom that's the best, ah fuck, I love you." Ash could no longer process all the pleasure and sensory overstimulation his dick was experiencing sliding in and out of his Mom's lewd throat, the overwhelming heat of it, the tightness, the pressure, the sheer pressure, as Delia hoovered his cock greedily, lusting after his seed, betraying her most primal nature.
Delia had taken off her shirt, letting Ash see her bare Double D breasts jiggling here and there and she sucked his impressive length.
"Mom… I'm gonna cum… I can't take this… I'm gonna cum..!" Ash yelled. Delia nodded the best she could with a dick halfway up her throat. It's okay, she seemed to say with her eyes, go ahead and cum. Cum inside Mommy's throat. Fill her stomach up with your hot semen.
Overcome with pleasure, Ash plunged his dick one last time into his mother's throat, his base connecting with her lips. At the same time, the floodgates opened and Ash shot out a huge quantity of semen down Delia's esophagus. As his thick, hot cum coursed down his mother's tract, Ash saw a trail of clear viscous liquid dripping from his mother's panties. Delia's eyes rolled upwards. He began to pull out. He was still coming, his dick swelling and contracting with each successive wave of cum he pumped into his mother's stomach. Disconnecting, he saw that his cum had overflown and filled his mother's mouth. For a while she looked like she was going to choke, but she managed to swallow it all, licking her lips to get the remnants in too. Ash's mother looked as if she was in a daze.
I can't believe I came from having my son fuck me in the throat… she was thinking, or something along those lines anyway.
Ash had barely softened but seeing his mother's lewd, slutty expression filled him with newfound vigor. He could no longer control himself. Animal instincts took over. Much to Delia's shock, his dick hardened once again and curved upwards like a scimitar. There was a fire in his eyes.
"A-ash..?" said Delia, coming to her senses, cum dribbling down her chin.
Ash lifted her up with strength he didn't know he had and bent her over on the table, her ass facing him. "Ash, what are you doing?" protested Delia, even though she knew full well what was coming, and was even secretly looking forward to it. Her soaked panties slid down her legs off their own accord, leaving her wet pussy exposed, dripping, vulnerable. Despite her age, her pussy looked tight-lipped, like that of a younger, more nubile woman. It hadn't seen much mileage, after all.
Saying nothing, Ash pressed the head of his dick against Delia's wet entrance. "Oh no!" Delia mock-protested. Oh yessssss…! she thought. Fuck me, Ash! Fuck your lewd mom!
"Ahnnn…!" she let out as her incestuous pussy welcomed Ash's throbbing dick in with sounds of wet contentment. If Ash's dick was big, Delia's pussy was unusually deep. She could take his entire length in, but just about — his dick fit snugly in her innermost parts, kissing the entrance to her womb with every stroke. Her husband's cock wasn't nearly this big. Nobody else could have fucked her so deeply. Delia felt a pleasure beyond imagination, her tongue rolling out of her mouth, drooling onto the table, in a sign of full sexual assent.
"Mess me up, Ash. Fuck your mom's whore pussy."
You didn't need to tell him twice. He sped up his strokes, causing Delia's pussy to let out even lewder and wetter sounds each time his loins slapped her backside. Delia herself started moaning louder and louder, each erotic sound shattering Ash's illusion of his mom as this chaste caretaker. At this point, she didn't care if the neighbours heard. She was a woman, and needed to be treated like a woman, Ash thought. He slapped her ass, leaving a red hand mark on her right asscheek and causing her to yelp in half-pain-half-pleasure.
He pushed her russet head down on the desk, its hair tied back in a neat ponytail, and continued fucking her from behind.
"Ung…!" she screamed, "I'm cumming!"
Something clear and watery sprayed from Delia's vagina onto Ash's dick and abdomen. Her legs were shivering uncontrollably and her eyes had rolled back into her head again. She was cumming, Ash realized. He had made his own mother cum.
Not giving her any time to rest, Ash flipped her over, spreading her legs out with his hands, and continued drilling her pussy. Delia had completely lost it now. She was enveloped in too much ecstasy to care about the fact that she was having sex with her own son, that she was committing that most forbidden of taboos. "Fuck me!" she shouted. "Give it to me harder! Fuck the hole which you came from..!", her voice tapering into a high-pitched moan of unmistakable bliss.
Still plumbing her depths, each stroke his dick kissing and dilating the entrance to her womb, which longed for his sperm, Ash pressed his mouth down on her right breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking on it warmly, and taking the other breast, which up to now was jiggling up and down, in his left palm and squeezing it hard. Ash's mom let out a bestial moan of pleasure.
"Ungghh…! Ahh..! Ah! Ahhn..! Harder!"
It was easy to see that Delia was totally out of her senses. "Mom… I'm gonna cum..!" Ash told her. Delia looked delighted. "Cum!" she said "Cum inside me…! Fill me up! My own son is gonna fill me up with his baby batter..! I'm gonna have my son's babyyyyyyyyy…!"
Her tongue slackened and fell out to the side as Ash hit his vinegar stroke, sending a deluge of hot cum down into her inmost parts and into her womb and ovaries. It rushed down her pussy like a river of hot, sticky lava and through her womb with only one intent: to impregnate. "I'm definitely pregnant nowwwwww~" she moaned, as her son pulled out of her and the excess semen spilled out of her pussy and pooled up in front of her buttcrack. Finally calming down after the sexual excess, it hit Ash that he had creampied his own mother. He gazed at her with an expression of concern and guilt.
It didn't take long for Delia to come back to normal. First she grabbed a paper towel from her side, bunched it up, and stuck it into her pussy to soak up the excess cum. For a while she didn't say anything, then, noticing his expression of fear and guilt, winked at him to tell him everything was okay. "A little going away present," she said. "And don't worry, I have the morning after pill." She stuck out her tongue. Tentatively, Ash gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Bye mom," he said. "I'm gonna miss you."
I'm gonna miss you too, thought Delia, but she just smiled. "Well, you should be on your way now."
Putting his cap back on, Ash dashed out the front door towards Professor Oak's Lab. He's grown up so fast thought Delia, still dabbing at her creamed vagina with a paper towel. I wish him the best. Then she went up to his room and masturbated the first of many times that day.
A Whiff of Daisy
Hey guys! Kosatsu back here again with Chapter 2 to HaremMon: Gotta F**k 'em All. I really appreciate the positive reception you guys have all given me for my first chapter, and I've tried to do my best with the second one. This one features Daisy Oak, Gary's sister and Professor Oak's Granddaughter! Let me know what you think in the reviews! I know some of you guys were expecting Misty, and I promise you she'll be there in the next chapter. I've also really been appreciating the requests and suggestions you guys have been sending me and I'll be working hard to incorporate them into the story. Keep 'em coming! What'd you like to see next? Leave a review, or PM me!
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Chapter Two: A Whiff Of Daisy
Ash Ketchum, running late, bolted down the dirt track that led to Professor Oak's lab and research facility on the outskirts of Pallet Town. Breathing heavily and rapidly, the steel-and-fibreglass building of Oak's Lab growing closer and closer, he found himself recounting the events of the day so far, in disbelief. His mom's round, peach-shaped ass pointing towards him perkily on the breakfast table in in invitation was a sight he could never forget. It was practically burnt into his mind. Feelings of guilt and shame mixed inside him with a strange kind of satisfaction, a warm afterglow.
Though he didn't know it at the time, the fire inside him had been kindled, his innate thirst for pussy unleashed upon the world, with far-reaching consequences for the future.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Ash practically threw himself at the closed front door of the laboratory.
"Professor!" he yelled. "Professor Oak! Let me in! Please, let me in!"
After about half a minute of Ash frantically banging his fist against the wooden door, it hinged slightly open. Professor Oak stood on the other side, holding a cup of coffee, still steaming, looking quite exasperated.
"So you finally came, huh? Well, you're late. Go home. Maybe you'll have better luck next year." he said, flatly, and shut the door again.
Ash immediately countered, flailing against the door. "Please, no! Professor! I'm sorry! Just give me another chance!" he shouted, and fell to his knees upon the lack of response.
Inside, Professor Oak sighed and sipped his coffee. He ought to give the kid a break, he thought. XX years old and still not a Pokémon trainer — that's gotta be embarrassing for him. Plus, if he let him have a Pokémon, Ash'll finally be out of his hair and he won't have to repeat this whole charade next year. Trouble was, Oak realized, he was out of starter Pokémon — officially, anyway. He mulled over the issue and decided he had no choice.
When he opened the door, he found Ash still kneeling just outside, in defeat. Ash looked up at him hopefully and stood himself up.
"Well," Oak said, clearing his throat. "I'm out of the usual starter Pokémon, but we do have a stray in the lab, one that's looking for a trainer… problem is, he's a little unusual, and I'm not sure you'll be able to handle him—"
Ash threw himself at Oak's feet. "I'll take him! I don't care even if it's a Magikarp! Just… just please let me have a Pokemon." It was true. Ash didn't care what Pokémon he got, as long as he got a Pokémon — he just needed an excuse to go on his journey and sample the women of the world.
Oak sighed. "Okay… get up. Come and see for yourself."
Ash grinned. As usual, acting all subservient worked on Professor Oak, who led Ash in his coffee-stained lab coat to a storage room at the back of the lab. Inside, a small, furry, yellow Pokémon was nibbling on an Oran berry with its back turned to Ash and the Professor.
"No way!" Ash started. "It's a Pikachu!"
He reached out to Pikachu despite Oak urging him otherwise and within a second, Pikachu cocked its head to look at him and began to spark up at the cheek.
"—PikaCHUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
The resulting thunderbolt left Ash in a paralytic heap on the lab's marble floor, still wearing the wry grin he had when he reached out to Pikachu. Oak had his head in his hand, sighing.
"You see? And the trouble is, he doesn't even want to stay in his Pokéball… this really was hopeless. I shouldn't have—"
Ash wasn't one to give up so easily. Getting back up on his feet, he reached out to one of the wooden shelves that lined the narrow storeroom's walls, and picked out a PokéTreat at random. It just so happened that this particular PokéTreat — basically a small rice bun with a flavoured filling — was of the Spicy flavor, which was Pikachu's favorite. This was just the first of many lucky coincidences that would aid Ash's quickly rising star.
Treat in hand, Ash inched closer to Pikachu, slowly, tentatively. Pikachu, pricking his nose up upon smelling the treat, also slowly approached Ash. Sniffing the treat, he gingerly accepted it and began to gnaw, still cautious of Ash, who loomed above him. An expression of what seemed like delight lit up Pikachu's face from the first bite; when he'd finished, he was positively beaming.
"Pika!" he cried, and leapt into Ash's arms, surprising him.
"…It was that easy?" remarked Professor Oak, puzzled.
"Apparently," replied Ash, nuzzling the now suddenly affection