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Grand Shota Order
By : AyyTheHack
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Chapter List
- 1-Berserker (Minamoto-no-Raikō)
- 1
Years after a H-F user asked me about Fate, and here I am actually writing a story in that universe. I genuinely knew nothing about the series back then, but I do now. This is probably not what that user had in mind, but it is what it is, and it is, right now, just a quickie about a big-dicked boy Master and Berserker Mom aka. Raikō.
I intend on maybe writing more chapters with other mom/big sister-type Servants in the future, or even more with Raikō herself, but I guess it’ll depend on interest and whatnot.
Anyway, if you’re offended by or just don’t like /ss/ then obviously don’t read this. It’s what the story is all about. But if you do like it, make sure to tell me if you’d like to read more of it, and perhaps leave a suggestion of what Servant you’d want to see next, who knows.

---X---

“Good day, my dear Magus. Servant, Saber... oh? Huh? I am not a Saber... oh my... erm, I am Minamoto-no-Raikō. I may not be in condition to lead, but please take care of me.”

---X---

“Berserker-san!”

The tall, graceful purple-clad woman turned around, the sterile grey hallway suddenly becoming a lot more lively to her thanks to the sight of her dear Master – no, her dear child – running down its length and calling her name. She smiled kindly and knelt down to greet him like a mother should.

“Master,” she said, extending her arms to bring the young mage into a tight hug. “You are back. How are you feeling?”

The young boy ran right into Berserker’s arms and allowed the gorgeous servant to hold him tight against her body, burying his head in her chest and essentially making it disappear between her breasts. Fair enough at that too, seeing as each of the mountainous globes in her chest were bigger than his head.

“I’m so sorry mama couldn’t come with you this time,” she said. “But I know you did well, and now you’re back safe and sound.”

The young mage said something, but it was unintelligible considering his predicament of being smothered in Berserker’s chest. She held him there for a while, having her fill of feeling her dear Master safely back in her arms, but eventually she pulled him away by his shoulders. His dark hair was tousled and his cute young features flushed. Her heart beat harder and faster at the sight. This was the first time her master went in one of his oh so important missions without his most faithful servant, and she had been worried sick for his safety. She would gladly give her life for her child in battle, as was expected of a mother, but since she wasn’t there to defend him all her power and various Noble Phantasms were of no help. The only thing Berserker could do in the days he was gone was worry.

Incapable of containing herself now that her precious child was back in her arms Berserker grabbed him by the head gently and tilted his face up, bringing him up into a soft, loving kiss placed square on his small underaged lips.

Berserker was a mother first and foremost towards her master, showing them unconditional love. But love was love, and through the eyes of an EX-ranked Madness Enhancement skill the lines separating any kind of love from the other were blurry at best. Mother, friend, servant... and lover. Berserker saw no difference, made no distinction. One second she hugged her young, adorable Master like the mother she fashioned herself to be, the other she spread her lips and gently pushed her tongue into his mouth, moaning softly when he accepted the deep tongue kiss, showing remarkable skill and calm in the face of this decidedly un-motherly advance despite his young age.

Her Master though, her beloved child, was definitely not any ordinary young boy. He was a hero, so brave and selfless and noble even at his young age. Nobody was more worthy of her deep, all encompassing love than him.

“Mmmmm... mwah... ahh, I’m sorry. I apologize, Master, but I just missed you so...”

“I missed you too, Berserker-san,” he said, hands on her shoulders while she continued to caress his face. “I almost couldn’t hold it back during the rayshift.”

Immediately Berserker knew what he meant. She smiled, proud of her Master for holding himself back even though she knew how hard it was for him to do it.

“Oh, my poor Master,” she cooed, hugging him right into her huge breasts again. “Don’t worry, mama will take care of everything. I’m so proud of you, having so much control!”

In this second hug she felt it. The cause of her child’s woes, hard and heavy pressing into her flat midriff. Her smile widened and she licked her lips. “You were such a good boy,” she praised, running her hands down his slim back. “Let mama reward you.”

---X---

When the young Master walked into the bathroom he found Berserker already there. Having left her elaborate clothing outside she stood by a stool with only a white towel to cover her body, her long glossy purple hair cascading down her back. When she heard his footsteps she turned to look at him and smiled. The sight of her dear child never ceased to bring her joy. Specially when he was naked and fidgeting, with another towel around his waist and trying hopelessly to hide the massive, raging erection between his legs. It didn’t bother her even a little that he was turned on by her body, his own mother’s – in her eyes, at least – body. That just meant he loved her. Which was more than fine, because she loved him too.

“Come here, Master,” she said, extending her hand to him. “You must be tired. Let mama wash you and make aaall the fatigue go away.”

So he found himself sitting on the wet stool with Berserker kneeling behind him, gently rubbing a soaped up sponge on his skin and, not on purpose but still, pushing her supremely soft and squishy towel-covered breasts against him. This, of course, made sure his rock-hard erection didn’t go anywhere, as if it possibly could with Berserker’s naked body so close to his. It was pushing up the towel on his lap so obviously that there wasn’t even any point in hiding it anymore. He just pretended it wasn’t there, throbbing every time Berserker’s tits squished on his back. Those enormous, motherly globes were so big that, should she push them on his back for real, hugging him from behind, he would find himself legitimately hugged by both her arms and the marshmallow-like titflesh, which he knew out of experience at this point.

She washed him slowly, both cleaning his body and massaging his muscles free out of all soreness. His young, small body didn’t take long to clean, but she took her time anyways because she adored making her Master feel better, rested and refreshed. Even then, though, she was eventually done there, so she walked on her knees around him and looked into his adorable flushed face, those large brown eyes incapable of stopping themselves from looking down into the now soaked towel clinging to her skin and letting him see the shape and the pink color of her fat, juicy areolas.

“Mama will do your front now, okay Master?” she asked.

“Uhhh... okay,” the boy confirmed, ripping his eyes away from Berserker’s nipples to see the mirth in her eyes. Of course she caught him staring.

Her hands, stronger than any human’s and even stronger thanks to her Servant container, were ever so gentle in handling the body of her beloved Master. She was done with his arms and chest swiftly, and all the time the young magus couldn’t stop himself from ogling the way her almost see-through towel clung to those immense breasts. At least he couldn’t until she raised his head up with a finger under his chin and pulled him into another deep, lewd kiss.

Berserker offered no protest when, as soon as her tongue breached her child’s mouth, he grabbed the towel (barely) covering her chest and pulled it away, making her massive mammaries sway freely. Such was their size that, while the gorgeous woman was making out with her cute Master like a newlywed bride, he could feel their weight resting on his thighs and brushing his own towel-covered length. He didn’t do anything else, though, perfectly content to allow the tall, lovingly perverted servant to do as she pleased. Because she was his mother and she loved him deeply, so she would always make sure he would feel as good as possible. If her Master was happy, Berserker was happy.

Though he wasn’t nearly as skilled as his busty servant the brunet boy did his best, pushing his tongue clumsily against his mother’s and not knowing what to do with his saliva until he simply took Berserker’s cue and let it flow freely, dripping down to her wobbly tits. She, however, was pure skill, working her tongue to give her Master the most intimate, pleasurable and arousing French kiss possible, patiently leading him to take steps and learn as much as she could teach him. She goaded him to invade her mouth with his tongue for a while, hugged the wriggling muscle with her own to make him whine softly and even sucked on it a little bit, mostly to playfully tease him and see his cute reactions. When she thought he was running out of air Berserker pulled back with a final deep probing of his sweet mouth, smiling sweetly at him and enjoying the sight of his flushed and wet face while he breathed deeply through his open mouth.

“Mmmmm~” she moaned, licking her lips. “Master, your lovely lips taste marvelous.”

“Berserker-san...” the Master sighed, his eyes once again dropping from his servant’s regal, gorgeous features to those vast expanses of bared titflesh. Her nipples were thick, sitting on rosy, puffy areolas that looked big enough to fill his small hands. “I...”

“Shhh, don’t say anything,” Berserker interrupted. “You don’t have to say it. I can feel your throbbing thing under them...”

She kissed him again, making him whine against her lips because she refused to give his barely concealed length any attention. Even as madly in love as she was, though, Berserker was methodical and patient when it came to her child, and he had learned to appreciate it. While kissing she slowly moved her hands to his lap and pulled at the towel around his waist, undoing the knot he’d tied and opening it, letting the fabric fall on the ground carelessly because she’d already forgotten about it. She forgot about everything else the instant her son’s cock jumped from its confines and slotted itself right between her soft boobs.

“Aahhh, it’s free,” Berserker said. “Your big, beautiful cock is between mama’s boobs!”

Big was the right word. Completely contrasted with his slight childish frame the Master of Chaldea’s sexual organ was instead one proportioned like a particularly well-hung adult’s. Inch upon thick, throbbing inch of vascular boy meat covered by flushed, pale skin and finger-thick veins, crowned by a swollen head and accompanied by virile weighty testicles in a smooth, hairless sack. Berserker loved it, adored her beloved child’s massive cock and its unparalleled ability to plunge her deepest parts, pushing even her superhuman body to its limits and making her cum until she didn’t even know what to do with herself.

In fact, her heavy J-cup tits were the perfect fit for his brutally intimidating pole. Which was why the very first thing that crossed both their minds was exactly what the purple-haired woman decided to do: grab her breasts from the sides and push the mountainous globes around the sensitive cock.

“Oooh, so hot and hard between mama’s boobs,” Berserker cooed. “Master, you’re so big ❤️”

She dropped her torso, squishing her boobs against his legs and making the head of his cock poke out between her tits, which made her giggle with delight and him to let out a moan that was almost a sob. He’d missed this. Weeks away from Berserker, unable to indulge in her perverted body and her unable to indulge in his fat dick... it had taken its toll on them both.

What followed was a demonstration of utterly immoral but still completely honest love, affection and devotion between the young, well-hung magus and his cow-titted servant. His hands grabbed Berserker’s tits, essentially vanishing into the doughy titflesh, while his hips sawed up and down, plunging between the motherly servant’s huge boobs in a sordid titfuck full of lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, his slim thighs, crotch and torso smacking repeatedly against those soft milky mounds with all the strength his small body could muster. He delivered thrust after thrust up his surrogate mommy’s vast cleavage, that disproportionately massive boycock breaching the tops of her breasts to poke her chin from time to time, which only made her happier. There’s nowhere she’d rather be than here, her lust-inducing mommy fuckdoll body being used by her Master to relieve the pent up frustrations that had gathered on his big dick and those bloated balls during their time apart. She obediently raised her head when he bent his, accepting his lips into another filthy forbidden liplock while his hips still drove her cleavage full of cock again and again.

Berserker’s hands held her big boobs together from the sides, leaving her Master’s smaller ones free to grope, squeeze and pull at whatever they desired. He sunk his fingers into the soft flesh of her tits, slapped them from above, below and sideways, filled his hands with her thick areolas and pulled at her sensitive nipples, and all of her delighted moans and exclamations were swallowed up by his probing tongue and hungry lips. The water from her washing his body coupled with the saliva from their sordid makeout made her tits nice and slick, and as he fucked the hefty mounds her Master’s plentiful precum provided even more lubrication, turning her cleavage into a wet, smooth onahole for his deliciously oversized boycock, which he gladly used to fuck the minutes away while his busty mommy’s skillful tongue massaged his and her pillowy soft lips rubbed against his in a lewd perverted dance.

In a way, Berserker’s twisted interpretation of motherhood was even preferable to the possibility of her being sound of mind. This sinful, immoral sexual relationship she had with her underaged Master brought them both such joy and pleasure... it couldn’t possibly be wrong!

Berserker felt her child’s thick meat pole start throbbing more strongly and frequently. Like any good mother she knew her son’s body like nobody else, and this meant he was drawing close to exploding in a fountain of delicious, porridge-thick, opaque and glooey cock milk. He moaned into her mouth, making her smile against his lips and, with one last lewd slurp of his tongue, she pulled back and smiled up at him with nothing but love and adoration in her eyes.

“Do you want to cum between mama’s boobies, Master?” she enquired, still taking his rapid, solid thrusts in stride.

“Y-Yes! I wanna cum, Berserker-san!”

“But where? Say you want to stuff you mommy’s tits with your cum, or maybe you want to stuff my mouth with your plentiful load... or spill it all over my face and boobies. Anything you want ❤️”

“Uuuuhhhhh... i-inside, Berserker-san! Hold it between your boobs!”

Berserker licked her lips. She loved it when he picked this, just as much as she loved it when he decided to cum on her face or down her throat. Holding his entire cock between her boobs when he exploded made her cleavage overflow with cum, a delightful volcano of thick baby batter than never failed to make her orgasm from the sight and sensation alone. So she pressed her tits together tighter and reveled in her beloved Master’s moans as he slapped his body underneath those huge mounds a few more times until he buried himself up to the hilt in her cleavage. Pressed together as they were, her boobs were huge enough that they covered even his massive cock completely, allowing for the beautiful sight of him contorting and screaming in pleasure as his big, vascular boymeat positively gurgled between her tits and spewed forth a load so strong and vast that it flew everywhere, overstuffing her cleavage and spraying on her face, collarbones and the rest of her pale breasts.

“Oh, yes! Cum for mama, Master! Cover me with your seed!”

Berserker got her wish and then some. She came shamelessly when her Master snagged her nipples and pulled, twisting the sensitive, finger-thick nubs until she let out a whorish, throaty moan and threw her head back, making her glossy purple hair whip. His load never ceased spewing, more and more muddy, virile cum covering her cleavage and finding its way to her face, where her extended tongue tasted the delicious treat.

It lasted for almost a minute, but it felt like eternity. When the young master’s seed finally stopped shooting Berserker’s tongue and breasts were almost covered with it, and she was also trying to catch her breath after orgasming from being titfucked and bukkaked by her own child. She finally let go of her breasts, which flopped apart and allowed his cock to drop wetly down on his abdomen with a meaty whack. The amount of cum between her huge boobs was just unreal, long ropes of the sticky balljuice bridging between the mounds and turning her chest into a sordid landscape of crisscrossing gouts and strings of clumpy seed, which also extended to his soaked, pulsing and still rigid manhood.

“Oh, Master... you made such a mess...” she said, poking those clumps of cum with her fingers. Indeed, her upper body was caked in the stuff.

“Sorry,” Her Master said, meek even after he buried her cleavage in his thick fuckjuice. She smiled at him reassuringly.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. Mama loves making you feel good,” she said, using her finger to scoop up a droplet of cum and bring it up to her lips, sucking on the tip lustfully and tasting the salty, thick and potent sludge like a fine delicacy. “And your cum tastes so good...”

Lifting up a hefty tit the demon slayer servant extended her tongue and gave the cum-soaked skin there a long lick, gathering up his dickslop in her mouth until it was full, only to swallow deeply and do it again, cleaning her ridiculously-sized chest as best as she could. Her child’s moan and another throb of his trunk-like cock, accompanied by a smaller – which was to say, about as voluminous as an average male’s entire load – spurt of off-white cum told Berserker that her work wasn’t even close to done.

“But it does mean we need to wash up for real,” she said, getting up to her feet to stand twice as tall as he would on his feet and extending her hand. “Please accompany me, Master.”

He took her hand, making her kindly smile grow even wider, and allowed himself to be led to the bathtub, full of hot water, a few grooming products and clearly the place where a loving, devoted mother could clean up her young son’s body in peace and comfort.

Too bad this particular child’s mother was none other than Minamoto-no-Raikō, so not even two minutes after they entered the water he was standing with his back to the wall moaning while she knelt in front of him, those huge mounds of titflesh floating on the water like buoys and pressing against his legs while her mouth was wrapped around the upper portion of his grossly-veined cockmeat.

“Ooh... ooooohh my god, Berserker-san...! You’re s-sucking me...”

Berserker didn’t answer, since to do that she’d need to not have a mouthful of pulsing veiny boycock. Instead she sucked in air around his soaking wet manhood, making a loud *shhhhlurp* sound before returning to the GLUK! GACKT! GLAK! of her plugging her throat with the vascular arm-thick trunk of cock. She was about halfway down his overly long shaft, jaws spread wide to accommodate the thickness of his massively wide meat, plugging her gullet with it only to pull back and repeat, not pushing too far in so as to not deprive him of those sinful, delicious noises that could only ever come from a willing fuckhole being stuffed and vacated in quick succession by a fat length of young cock again and again.

It also allowed her to breathe, so she could comfortably do it for as long as she wanted. By the five minute mark Berserker was none the worse for the wear for fucking her own face on her child’s disproportionate jawbreaker of a penis, while he was almost delirious. Delirious enough to grab her by that beautiful hair and thrust his hips, making her gag for real with a loud HHGGHLLLLK! when he pushed that impossibly virile fuckspire all the way down her gullet in a single brutal impact.

Since the fat-titted fuckmeat of a servant didn’t protest or attempt to stop him at all – even her gagging and all the slop bubbling from her mouth didn’t cause her to resist him – this started an unforgiving pace of desperate skullfucking, the boy using his so-called mother’s esophagus like the wet, slimy fuckhole it functionally was, her lips repeatedly kissing the base of the immense vein-riddled trunk while wads of stringy throatslop flew from the corners of her cock-distended mouth, soaking his crotch and balls and dripping down to her swinging boobs, which were repeatedly slapped by his thighs and knees while he pounded away, while she could only produce repetitive, immensely vulgar GLRRKK, GLUP, HGLURK sounds.

Tears welled up in Berserker’s purple eyes from the strain, but her only effort was to control her gagging – to no effect, as usual – and to drool out as much gunky throatslime as possible to make herself the best fucktoy her Master could ask for. Hot, wet, velvety fuckmeat surrounded his treespire of a cock, and every time his glans acted like an icebreaker, opening up his servant’s esophagus to be made to fit the slightly thicker trunk of his shaft and bloating out her slender neck with its piping-hot, arm-thick vascular length. His protuberant veins dragged against the lining of the hole, making her drool even more slop from deep into her gullet.

“I’m close again... Berserker-san, I’m g-gonna…”

With her mouth and throat packed with his pistoning cock Berserker could only choke weakly around its hefty mass in response. The sounds of her glugs and gags accompanied the slapping of his balls on her chin and his legs on her heavy tits, the water splashing from the vigorous round of immoral skullfucking happening in it and the moans of the elated Master, who with one last balls deep smash into his whorish mother’s cocksucking fuckhole screamed out and shot his second load.

Having already come once, one would expect the young magus’ second load to be weaker, smaller and less potent than his explosive first orgasm. Berserker knew better, of course, as a mother should. He’d spent weeks without shooting a single one of those vast, bitch-flooding loads out of his overly active cum factories, so if in a normal day he could pump his dear mommy full of cum twice or even thrice before becoming spent, after such a long period of involuntary deprivation she expected him to keep her busy all night, if not longer still, never losing potency or volume. His smooth ballsack was absolutely overstuffed with that deliciously creamy slop she had come to crave so much.

And, as his mother, it was her duty to extract every gluey, throat-clogging drop.

The load overflowed out of her mouth, much too thick and plentiful to swallow in its entirety. Even so, Berserker tried her absolute best, holding back her gagging and, once her master pulled out leaving only the top inches of his cum hose in her mouth, gulping down as quickly as she was able considering how sticky and gloopy the deluge of fucksludge was. Where she had only tasted drops before the tasty ball juice now flooded her mouth, letting her swirl her tongue in a pool of the stuff and taste it to her heart’s content. And, just like every time, she loved it.

The wet *pop* signaled his cock-head leaving the slutty servant’s mouth at last, allowing her to thoroughly savor and then slowly swallow what was left in there while the last drops fell down onto her heaving boobs.

“*gulp* *gulp*... mwaahhhh, Master, that was...” Berserker started in the husky voice of a slutty mother who just had her throat gored out by her son’s oversized meat cudgel, interrupting herself with a quick cough before proceeding. “Mama’s so proud... you fucked mama’s face so well!”

“Sorry I didn’t warn you, Berserker-san,” the boy said, his still erect cock twitching a little bit and letting another drop of cum out. “You just felt so good...”

“Don’t worry, Master, mama understands,” Berserker reassured him, leaning in to give his glans a swift little kiss that also conveniently allowed her to swallow that extra little droplet. She licked her lips and kissed his cock a few more times. “It must have been sooooo hard keeping this big cock and all this cum under control... mama’s proud of you.”

“T-thank you, Berserker-san... I couldn’t think of getting help from anybody else, because... y-you’re so beautiful. The most beautiful!”

Berserker’s heart swelled at her child’s confession, making her dive down to the base of his cock and start slurping up his smooth nutsack. With the heavy veiny sausage resting on her head the busty servant let her tongue out, slobbering over her son’s balls and wrapping her lips as best as she could around one of the orange-sized testicles. She dutifully polished one and then the other, giving the cute big-dicked boy’s hairless cum tanks a thorough tongue bath, showing her appreciation for their work producing all that tasty, impossibly-potent sludge he called cum. Even after cumming so hard twice she could feel how uncomfortably full they were, almost swimming under the surface with baby-making sperm of a higher quality than the Heroic Spirit had ever seen. Much as it pained her to do it, she finally let go of his balls with a lewd slurp and dragged her tongue slowly on the thick cum pipe under his cock, all the way to the top, where she wrapped her lips around his massive, sensitive glans and sucked tenderly, swallowing a few additional drops of the delicious yogurt.

Now was not the time to suck her youthful master’s cock again, though, so after this final – for now, at least – taste of his manly fuck she let the weighty glans pop out of her mouth and licked her lips.

“Let’s wash up, Master,” she said, getting to her feet slowly while rubbing his entire body with those watermelon-sized mounds on her chest. With them both standing, his head was roughly level with the fat, suckable peaks of those motherly tits. “After your beloved mommy gets you nice and clean...”

Berserker canted her hips forward, teasing the head of her master’s long breeding spire, which stood in front of him basically halfway up his chest, with her smooth, slick pussy mound, and then bent over to speak directly into his ear, noticing delighted how he shuddered from her tease.

“Then we can get dirty again and again ❤️”

---X---

Berserker’s definition of ‘wash up’ could do with a little help. Where most mothers bathing their children would use either their hands or some kind of apparel, the beautiful motherly servant preferred to wash her Master’s body by decidedly less standard means.

His arms were soaped up and then stuck between equally lathered boobs, washed as if Berserker was giving his arm a paizuri. Those selfsame tits were then used to rub bubbly soap on his back and chest. His erect cock was woefully ignored at this time, however, as the busty woman hugged around her master’s legs to wash them with essentially her entire torso. As big as it was his manhood often struck or otherwise rubbed against Berserker as they moved around, but she was focused on her task and paid it no mind. At least until she kneeled behind him and got to work on cleaning his young, smooth ass.

With her tongue, of course.

The young Magus moaned soundly when Berserker’s skilled, firm tongue circled the rim of his back door. Instead of pushing in right away she took her time, licking slowly but firmly around his ass while her hands held on to the boy’s soft buttcheeks and spread them apart. Every stroke of the dirty pseudo-incestuous rimjob made the young master’s cock throb and release a spurt of pearly precum, and eventually Berserker took pity on him and slid down slightly, diverting a bit of time to slurp his beautiful, smooth sack from behind while her hands massaged his flesh.

Soon enough she was past the point of self-control, though, and both the boy’s moans and the dirty, slurping sounds of a busty bitch in heat rimming her own underage son filled the bathroom, as well as the *click, schlick* of her left hand flying up and down the length of that oversized fucklog.

Berserker’s genuine, if twisted, love for her well-hung Master meant that she thought nothing odd or immoral about eating out his ass like a filthy, unhinged slut. He was her son, of course, and keeping his adorable body in pristine condition was part of her duties. His skin was to be clean and fragrant, his hair washed to perfection, his exceedingly virile cock and balls routinely milked of the excess cum they produced and his cute boyish ass polished with her tongue inside and out. Being done with the out just meant that Berserker could finally open wide and push her lips around the rim, sticking her tongue past her master’s ring of muscle and into the hot tunnel ahead.

“Aahhhh, Berserker-san!” the boy shouted, his cock going even more rigid and spurting out a nice fat rope of cum out of sheer arousal. Berserker moaned, her slutty sounds vibrating against his sphincter as her tongue probed deep, feeling around the inside of his ass and causing him to grit his teeth from how good it felt. Though even that didn’t stop his scream when Berserker’s hand sneaked around him and grabbed a firm hold at the base of his big cock.

In a second the boy was thrashing around and moaning uncontrollably, his body wrecked by pleasure as his beloved mommy treated him to a double ended rimjob-slash-handjob. Tonguing his ass and stroking his cock, Berserker was in bliss, showing her beautiful son how deeply and unconditionally she loved him by way of being a filthy ass-eating slut to his enjoyment.

Loud smacks and slurps resounded as the cowtitted servant made out with her cute master’s asshole like it was his mouth, as well as the wet clicking of her hand quickly and firmly jacking off that huge dick and making it drool a practically constant stream of precum so thick it might well be a lesser male’s load. The fact that these were all still audible even over the boy’s own pleasured moans and exclamations spoke volumes about how enthusiastic Berserker was about sexually servicing her child. She was squatted behind him, her legs lewdly open far from each other, her huge tits smacking the back of his legs and her shimmering purple hair resting on the wet floor. Naked, skin still stained with cum, she was the very picture of a willing fuckdoll, with the disposition and sinfully excessive body to match.

Minutes later and the young Master was close to shooting another inhumanly vast load when Berserker slurped his ass nice and deep and pulled away. His desperate questioning noise spoke what he didn’t have the coherence to say with words now: why are you stopping?

The answer was soon evident, though. Stroking her master’s fat length was nice, great even, but Berserker knew that a healthy boy like him had stronger urges. So she laid herself back against the wooden bench they’d left in the middle of the room and directed the boy to sit back against her face.

“Sit on mommy’s head, Master,” Berserker instructed sweetly, as if she wasn’t directing a young boy to put his asshole within reach of her tongue. “That way you can fuck mommy’s boobs while I clean you. You would like that, right?”

An answer was completely unnecessary. Berserker has barely finished speaking and her tongue was already tasting her son’s colon again, the boy having pushed his ass on her face as soon as he understood what she was offering and, once his position was secured, proceeding to grab two handfuls of the perverted servant’s cantaloupe-sized tits and push them together around his iron-hard cock.

So as to not take his ass away from Berserker’s hungry tongue and lips, instead of moving his hips the young Master opted to push and pull his mommy’s huge boobs up and down his veiny shaft, effectively using those fat udders as his own masturbation sleeve. Meanwhile Berserker did her best to not lose focus on rimming her son thanks to the distractive feeling of his small hands mauling her tits and that massive breedspire soaking her cleavage in precum again, only in the other direction this time.

The young master’s ass was clean and then some by the time his cock started throbbing violently in the embrace of Berserker’s vast cleavage. This time the self-proclaimed mother didn’t stop, continuing to eat out her loving child’s ass even as he screamed to the walls and started spurting a gallon of plaster-thick sperm into the valley of her tits.

---X---

There was very little reason in Berserker’s decision to take a bath before retiring with her Master for the night in his exclusive room, but being reasonable was never a Berserker’s strongest suit. They arrived at the white, rather featureless room that the boy called his clean and refreshed, but not five minutes later Berserker had changed into a daring, barely-there swimsuit while her Master didn’t even bother with clothing, seeing as his massive, rigid cock was already once again between his mommy’s titanic tits, drooling clear precum into her vast cleavage while he once again titfucked the lovingly perverted servant.

It was all a rather casual affair, really. Berserker had put on the swimsuit because her usual attire was simply too elaborate for any stay-in activities, only to turn around and see her beloved son staring at her lewd mommy fuckdoll body with a big fat boner between his legs. The bikini top really only covered her fat bulging nipples, the rest being just strings digging into the vast titflesh to keep those two square patches of purple fabric in place over them, and the bottoms were a simple pair of purple string panties, practically swallowed up by the voluptuous servant’s round ass cheeks.

She had smiled then and knelt down, her back to his bed while she wordlessly offered her child whatever he wanted from her. In a second he was on her, gripping her oversized boobs and sawing his own oversized fuckspire in between them. Up and down he went with the desperation of a child denied his mother’s embrace for too long, though in his case the so-called embrace were her mountainous J-cup titties around his disproportionately immense cock, a much more sordid and immoral affair, sure, but neither mother nor son here really cared what others might think of their taboo pseudo-incestual relationship. A special boy like the young Master and his overgrown loaf of dick, endlessly virile balls and bottomless reserves of potent nutslop needed like nobody else the special treatment of a bimbo-bodied pervert of a mother, with the stamina, endurance and genuine boundless love needed to prompt her into being his willing relieve toy, as well of course as her boner-inducing curves, fat spankable ass, soft velvety throat and those cantaloupe-sized tits. They were a match made in heaven, joined together by fate itself to satisfy each other’s needs.

Being titfucked by her child’s big prick for long minutes on end was nothing new to Berserker, but still every time she couldn’t help but swell in pride and affection for her stud of a son. He had already orgasmed thrice, of course, and all times his load was vast enough to be considered a one-boy bukkake, but his fervid cock still felt as hot as an iron bar between her lewdly-dressed titties, and his balls slapping Berserker’s midriff and underboobs were as weighty as ever, as if having already filled back up to full capacity in preparation for blasting his shameless mommy-fucktoy with another flood of balljuice. Her arms the horny servant lifted to the back of her head, allowing her son full control over her chest, and her eyes looked up at his adorable visage with a loving smile, seeing with joy and pride his pleasured expressions going from one to the next as he let out soft coos and used his motherly servant’s pillowy tits as a toy to coax off the clumpy load from his bulging nuts.

“You’re going to cum in mommy’s boobies again, Master?” Berserker asked sweetly. “We just took a bath but you’re already going to cover me in that stupidly huge load of yours...”

“Ermm...” the boy stuttered, slowing his movements for a while. “If you don’t wanna, I can –”

“Don’t be silly, mommy wants whatever you want!” Berserker assured him, cutting him off before he could say anything like ‘stop’. “We’ll get a lot dirtier than this anyways, what is a better point to start soiling me with your cum than now?”

The Master had no good answer for this. Yes, he wanted nothing more than to let go and spend the whole night reacquainting himself with Berserker’s body, and it wouldn’t do to be worried about dirtying her.

They could always just get cleaned up again later.
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Grand Shota Order