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In the quiet suburban neighborhood of Elmore, the Watterson household buzzed with excitement. The sun had barely kissed the horizon when the doorbell rang, delivering two sleek, shiny packages. Gumball, the blue feline with a penchant for adventure, and Darwin, his ever-faithful goldfish companion, leaped from their beds like rockets from launchpads. Their eyes grew wide as they saw the boxes with their names scribbled in a hasty scrawl. Inside, two gleaming new phones lay nestled in a bed of shredded cardboard, gifts from their parents to celebrate the start of a new school year.

Darwin, the young optimist with a heart of gold, couldn’t believe his luck. His round head and wide eyes reflected the innocence that often made him the voice of reason among the brothers. He was thrilled to finally join the digital age, his flippers trembling with anticipation. Meanwhile, Gumball, the hyperactive and often mischievous elder brother, had his own wild ideas for what they could do with their newfound gadgets.

Their mother, Nicole, had always been a sight to behold with her sleek blue fur and piercing gaze. Her statuesque figure was complemented by a big round butt and thick thighs that she had maintained despite her demanding career. Named after the famous astronomer, she was the glue that held the quirky Watterson family together. Known for her sharp wit and unyielding nature, she had a soft spot for her children, especially her eldest son.

"Now, I want you both to keep these phones handy," she instructed, her eyes glinting with a hint of something unspoken. "This way, I can check in on you and make sure you're safe, especially with your father's new job keeping him out of the house." Richard, the lovable but slightly hapless pink rabbit, had recently been hired by an IT company, tasked with the monumental feat of installing Adobe Reader on their office computers. It was a job that had him basking in the glow of his newfound purpose, albeit one that was as redundant as it was surprisingly well-paying.

The day passed in a blur of games and giggles as the brothers explored the vast digital playground that lay before them. But as the shadows grew long and the house grew quiet, Darwin's curiosity led him down a path that was strictly off-limits. His little orange fingers tapped away at the screen, navigating through a maze of internet tabs until he stumbled upon something that made his scales stand on end: OnlyFans.

The concept was simple enough; a platform where people could share content that was a bit too spicy for the prying eyes of social media. He scrolled through, eyes widening at the array of flesh and leather, his cheeks burning with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. The thumbnails grew more explicit, and his heart raced as he ventured further into the abyss. He couldn't believe the things people were willing to share for money. It was like a carnival of depravity, and he felt like a wide-eyed kid peeking into the tent of the most tantalizing attraction.

And then, his thumb slipped. The screen blurred as the page reloaded, and there she was: a dolphin girl, her scales shimmering in the soft glow of the camera light. She looked like a mermaid, but with a twist. Her eyes were closed, and her hands were moving in a way that made Darwin's tail quiver. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the mesmerizing sight. Her fin-like hands glided over her body, teasing her pink nubs until they grew taut and her breathing grew heavy. The room grew hot, and Darwin felt a strange tingling in his lower belly, a sensation that was both uncomfortable and fascinating.

The dolphin girl's video was like nothing he had ever seen before. Her skin was smooth and wet, and the way she moved was so...human. It was as if she was dancing underwater, her body contorting in a rhythmic symphony of pleasure. He watched, his heart racing, as she took a pearl-shaped toy and slipped it into her folds. The way it glistened as she moved it in and out was mesmerizing. Her moans filled the quiet room, and the water around her swirled in response to her building arousal.

Darwin's mind raced with questions and confusion. What was this feeling? Why was he watching this? He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't look away. His little goldfish body felt strange, his fin stiffening and his scales flushing a deeper orange. He looked around nervously, making sure no one was watching him before slipping into the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he let his imagination run wild, picturing himself as a gallant merman swimming alongside her.

The dolphin girl's moans grew louder, her hips rising and falling in a silent symphony of pleasure. The water churned around her, bubbles popping on the surface as she grew closer to climax. Her eyes remained closed, her lips parted in a silent scream of ecstasy. Darwin's flippers fumbled with his pants, his heart pounding in his chest. He had never felt anything like this before. It was scary, but also...exciting.

With trembling hands, he pulled out his tiny goldfish cock, feeling it pulse in time with the dolphin girl's movements. He stared at the screen, his eyes glazed over as he began to mimic her actions with his own body. The sensation was alien, but it felt good, so good. He stroked himself gently at first, his scales shimmering in the light of the phone screen. His breathing grew ragged as he watched her play with her clit, her toy disappearing and reappearing in a hypnotic rhythm.

The bathroom tiles were cold under his bare feet, the porcelain sink a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from his phone. The faucet dripped a steady beat as he watched the dolphin girl's chest heave, her scales glinting in the soft glow of the camera. Her eyes remained closed, but Darwin felt like she was looking right at him, inviting him into her secret world of pleasure. He picked up his pace, his strokes becoming more urgent, his flippers moving in a blur. The water in the sink rippled with the vibrations of his body.

His flipper slid up and down his throbbing little boy dick while he jerked it faster and faster. His eyes glued to the screen where the dolphin girl was sliding the pearl toy in and out of her pink wet pussy.

Darwin's breath hitched as he watched the dolphin girl's fin-hands grip the edge of the bathtub, her body tensing. He could feel it building, the pressure in his own belly growing tighter and tighter. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew it felt incredible.

Gumball's voice pierced the silence, "Darwin, what are you doing in there?" His knuckles rapped against the door, the sound echoing in the tiled sanctuary of Darwin's secret.

Darwin's heart skipped a beat, his hand froze mid-stroke. "N-nothing!" he squeaked, his voice higher than usual. He looked down at his phone, the dolphin girl's video still playing, her cries of pleasure filling the small space. He hastily tried to shut it off, his clumsy flippers fumbling with the slippery device. The video paused at the moment of her climax, her body arched in the water, the toy buried deep inside her.

"Darwin, open the door!" Gumball demanded, his curiosity piqued by his brother's strange behavior. Darwin took a deep breath and flushed the toilet for good measure before unlocking the door. Gumball barged in, his eyes darting around the room. "What's going on? Did you drop something?"

Darwin's cheeks were a brighter shade of orange than usual, his gills fluttering rapidly. "N-no, I was just taking a huge crap...," he stuttered, trying to compose himself. Gumball's eyes fell on the phone, still open on the sink counter. The screen was dark, but the hint of a tab titled 'Dolphin Dreams' was just visible. Gumball raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He knew Darwin well enough to understand that his brother was hiding something.

The two of them retreated to their shared bedroom, the walls plastered with posters of their favorite superheroes and video games. Gumball climbed the ladder to his top bunk, while Darwin slipped into the bottom one. The room was a testament to their friendship, a chaotic jumble of toys and gadgets scattered across the floor. As Nicole tucked them in, her eyes lingered on the new phones they clutched tightly, a silent promise of the worlds they would explore once she left the room.

"Remember, no playing on those phones all night," she warned, her voice a gentle but firm reminder of the boundaries she had set. "You both need to get a good night's sleep for school tomorrow." With a kiss on each of their foreheads, she turned off the lights and closed the door with a soft click. The hallway light spilled a sliver of yellow into the room, casting elongated shadows across the walls.

Nicole walked back to her bedroom, purring softly, her wide round hips swaying.

The door clicked shut behind her, and she felt the heat of Richard's gaze on her as she turned to face him. He was laying on the bed, his pink rabbit body sprawled out like a king waiting for his queen. His eyes twinkled with mischief and desire as he took in the sight of her slowly pulling off her shirt and pants to reveal a black bra and thong set, both adorned with playful cat-shaped lace. The room was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, the scent of vanilla and musk filling the air.

Nicole's tail swished back and forth as she approached the bed, her hips swaying with each step. She knew Richard liked it when she took her time, building the anticipation. She let her bra drop to the floor, revealing her full, round breasts, the nipples peaked and begging for attention. Richard's breath hitched, and she couldn't help but smirk, knowing the effect she had on him. She slithered out of her thong, her soft fur brushing against her bare skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Her eyes locked with Richard's, she climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. He could feel the heat of her pussy, already wet and begging for him. Nicole leaned down, her fur brushing against his chest, and whispered in his ear, "You've been a bad boy today, Richard. I think you need some... special attention." Her voice was a purr, a seductive rumble that sent shivers down his spine. He nodded eagerly, his cock already hardening beneath her.

With a wicked smile, she lowered her mouth to his cock, her tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip. She wrapped her lips around him, her teeth gently grazing his sensitive skin. Richard groaned, his hands finding her hips and urging her closer. She took him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Her eyes never left his, the blue of her irises darkening with desire. "Mmmmh..."

Nicole's hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as she worked her mouth up and down his length. She whispered dirty words into his ear, her breath hot and heavy. "You like that, don't you, baby?" she purred, her voice a sultry promise of the pleasure to come. Richard's hips bucked in response, his grip on her hips tightening. She knew exactly how to drive him wild.

Her fur stood on end as she felt him swell in her mouth, and she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. "Daddy," she murmured, the word a sweet taunt that sent a jolt of electricity through him. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she worked her magic. The room was filled with the wet sounds of her sucking, the occasional slurp echoing off the walls. She knew he loved it when she called him that, when she played the part of the naughty kitten craving her husband's attention.

Her tail swished in the air, a silent testament to her excitement. She pulled away just enough to let a string of saliva connect her lips to his cock, then took him back in, purring all the while. The vibrations from her throat sent waves of pleasure through his body, making him tremble. She could feel his cock throb with every heartbeat, the veins standing out like highways on a map, leading to his impending climax.

But she had other plans. Nicole reached up to his wrists, her claws extending playfully. "Hold still," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Before Richard could protest, she had secured each wrist to the bedpost with a silky scarf, the fabric biting into his skin just enough to leave a hint of a mark. His eyes widened in surprise, but his cock grew harder at the sudden loss of control.

With a grace that belied her size, Nicole straddled him, her thick thighs pressing against his as she positioned herself over his erection. She took a moment to admire the sight of him, bound and vulnerable, his eyes locked on her with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Then, with a coy smile, she lowered herself down, the head of his cock nudging against her slick folds.

The room was filled with the sound of their mingled gasps as she took him in, inch by inch, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt him fill her completely, his cock sliding into her wet pink folds. Richard's body was taut with restraint, his muscles straining against the silk bonds as he watched her take charge.

Her breasts bounced with every bounce of her hips, the candlelight playing across her soft, velvety fur. Nicole's nipples were hard, the sensitive tips brushing against Richard's chest as she rode him. He could feel her pussy clench around him, her walls pulsing with every thrust. The sight of her in ecstasy was almost too much to bear, but the knowledge that he was the one causing it filled him with a primal pride.

Their bodies moved in a synchronized dance, her pussy squeezing and releasing him in a rhythm that was as natural as breathing. Richard's cock was slick with her juices, gliding in and out of her with ease. She threw her head back, her eyes closed in pleasure, her mouth open in a silent scream. The only sounds in the room were the wet slaps of their bodies coming together and the harsh breaths they both took.

As Nicole reached the peak of her climax, her claws dug into Richard's chest, leaving four deep furrows in his skin. The pain only served to heighten his pleasure, and he bucked his hips up to meet her downward thrusts. He could feel her pussy tightening around him, the muscles contracting in waves of pleasure. Her walls were like a vice, holding him in a grip that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her eyes snapped open, and she leaned forward, her teeth bared in a feral grin. "You're mine," she growled, her voice low and guttural. Richard's eyes widened, his cock swelling even more at the sound. He knew he was close, the pressure building at the base of his spine. He felt like he was going to burst, and he didn't know if he could hold on much longer.

With a final, powerful thrust, Nicole's claws sank into his shoulders, her nails digging deep. Richard cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, his body arching off the bed. The sensation sent him over the edge, and he erupted inside her, his hot seed filling her pussy. She felt the warmth of his cum, the heat of his release, and it pushed her over the edge too.

Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a guttural moan as she climaxed around him. Her pussy spasmed, gripping his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses. Each wave of pleasure crashed over her like a stormy sea, leaving her breathless and trembling.

As the last tremors of her orgasm subsided, Nicole looked down at Richard, her eyes widening with concern when she saw the marks her claws had left on his chest. "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse from panting. She kissed each scratch gently, her tongue darting out to soothe the sting.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Gumball's eyes remained glued to his phone, his mind racing with the images he had just seen. He knew he shouldn't have looked, but the allure of the forbidden had been too strong. He pretended to sleep, his thoughts a tumultuous storm of confusion and arousal. Darwin, still lost in his own private world, had opened up the OnlyFans page again, scrolling through the endless feed of anthropomorphic beauty.

The screen flickered with the soft light of the moon, casting an eerie glow across the room. On the display, a sleek, anthropomorphic cheetah woman was displayed, her spotted fur gleaming like onyx in the candlelight. Her eyes, emerald green and slitted like a cat's, held a knowing look that seemed to pierce right through Darwin's soul. Her full, round breasts bounced with every movement, the nipples erect and begging for attention. The video played silently, but the expression on her face told a story of passion and desire that spoke volumes.

Darwin's breath was shallow as he watched, his eyes glued to the screen. The cheetah's slender fingers danced over her body, teasing and caressing her own flesh as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She traced the curves of her waist, her hips, and the soft, velvety mound between her legs. The sight of her touching herself so intimately was mesmerizing, and he couldn't look away. Her movements grew more frantic, her breaths more ragged, while her fingers held her wet pink pussy open. Her middle finger circled over her swollen clit.

Her tail swished back and forth, the tip brushing against her glistening pussy. It was a hypnotic dance, a silent invitation to join her in the throes of passion. The room around him disappeared, and all Darwin could focus on was her slick folds and her fingers slipping in-between them.

The cheetah's eyes met Darwin's through the screen, holding his gaze as if she knew he was watching. Her hand moved faster, slipping into her soft slit and dragging over her clit. Her hips rising, spreading her legs and showing off her wet wanting hole. The slick sound of her masturbation filled his ears, a siren's call that he couldn't ignore. His own cock was rock hard, straining against the fabric of his pajama pants.

Darwin scrolled through the feed, his eyes widening as he took in the variety of women displayed. Each one more stunning than the last, their bodies a canvas of fur and flesh that painted a picture of desire. A red fox with a devilish smile toyed with a vibrator, her tail flicking with every pulse of pleasure. A curvaceous bear lounged in a bubble bath, her paws exploring the folds of her pussy with languid strokes.

A sleek black panther caught his eye, her lithe body stretched out on a velvet chaise. Her eyes were hooded with desire, her full lips parted as she whispered sweet nothings to the camera. Her fur was as dark as the night sky, contrasting sharply with the pale skin of her breasts and the soft pink of her pussy. Darwin watched, his breath hitching, as she slid a finger inside herself, her walls tightening around it. She threw her head back, her body arching in ecstasy as she pleasured herself for the eager eyes of her viewers.

The cheetah's video ended, and the screen faded to black before a new one began to play. This time, it was a blue cat with a familiar face, her eyes meeting Darwin's with a knowing smile. His heart skipped a beat as he realized it was Nicole, his adoptive mother. She was dressed in a seductive lingerie set, her fur glowing in the dim light of the camera. His eyes widened in shock and horror as she began to sway her hips, her breasts jiggling enticingly with every move.

"What the heck?!"

The gasp was torn from Darwin's mouth as he stared, eyes wide, at the screen of his phone. He had been scrolling through the endless scroll of OnlyFans, his curiosity piqued by the various anthropomorphic beauties on display, when he stumbled upon a page that made his blood run cold. Nicole, his mother, was dressed in a lacy set of lingerie that barely contained her ample breasts, her tail swishing behind her as she leaned in towards the camera.

"Hey there, purrrr," she leaned closer, undoing her bra and letting her big blue bouncy breasts jiggle in front of the camera. Her paws reached up to cup and knead them. "Welcome to my only fans," she murred softly, licking her own nipple.

Darwin couldn't believe his eyes. He felt his cheeks heat up, his breath hitch, and his heart race as he watched Nicole, his mother, behaving so provocatively on the screen. She began to slowly gyrate her hips, her tail swishing and her breasts swaying as she danced to a rhythm that was all too sensual. He had to look away, but his gaze kept flicking back, like he was watching a car crash he couldn't help but be drawn to.

"Mom!?"

The word was barely a whisper, but it hung in the air like a shout. Darwin's eyes remained glued to the screen, watching as Nicole's hands moved over her body with a confidence and sensuality that seemed so foreign to the woman he knew. She began to slowly peel off her lingerie, her fur-covered skin glowing in the soft light. Each piece of fabric fell away to reveal more of her voluptuous form, her breasts spilling out and bouncing as if in a silent invitation.

With trembling hands, Darwin closed the app and threw the phone onto the bed, his heart racing. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. It was like his world had been flipped upside down. His mind raced with questions and confusion, his thoughts jumbled into an incoherent mess. His mother, the woman who had tucked him into bed every night, who had wiped his tears and kissed his boo-boos, was a cam girl? It was too much to process.

He stared at the ceiling, the shadows cast by the moon playing tricks with his vision. The silence of the room was deafening, his own breaths echoing in his ears. He couldn't sleep now, not with the vivid images of Nicole's sensual performance playing on repeat in his mind. He needed to talk to someone, to make sense of it all. And there was only one person he could think of who might understand: Gumball.

With a deep breath, Darwin gently nudged his best friend and brother. "Gumball," he whispered, "Wake up." Gumball stirred, his eyes slowly opening to meet Darwin's wide, panicked gaze. "What's up, fish face?" he mumbled sleepily. Darwin's heart was racing, his voice shaking as he spoke. "I saw something... on my phone."

Gumball sat up with a start, the gravity of Darwin's tone snapping him out of his sleepy haze. "What? What did you see?" He could feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable. Darwin took a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "I dunno how to tell ya man, it's really freaky."

Darwin's voice was a whisper in the dark, his eyes still wide with shock. He leaned in close to Gumball, the scent of his sweat and fear mingling with the faint fishy odor that always clung to him. " Well I've been looking around on OnlyFans and well, I found something really freaky," he murmured, his voice shaking. Gumball's eyes shot open, and his heart skipped a beat. He had been pretending to sleep, but now he was fully awake, his mind racing. "Is that all?" Gumball yawned. "Awrite, lemme see ya perv," he smirked back at Darwin.

Darwin didn't laugh. He was dead serious, his voice barely above a murmur. "It's Mom, Gumball. She's on there." Gumball sat up, his heart racing. "What do you mean she's on there?" Darwin handed him the phone, his trembling hand shaking as he passed it over. Gumball took it, his eyes scanning the screen. The image of Nicole dressed in lingerie, her tail swishing and her eyes gleaming with a seductive smile, was burned into his retina. He felt his cock twitch, and he quickly averted his gaze, his cheeks flushing.

"Holy crap!"

Gumball's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he took in the sight of his mother, Nicole, on Darwin's phone screen. He couldn't tear his gaze away, one pupil dilating with shock while the other shrank, as if his brain was flipping a coin between fascination and horror. The image of Nicole in lingerie, her fur glistening with a seductive sheen, was burned into his retina. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. This was not the mother he knew, the one who grounded him for staying up too late playing games or who scolded him for not doing his homework. This was a different Nicole, one that was sending his hormones into a frenzy.

On the screen, Nicole began to speak in a sultry voice that didn't quite match the stern tones she used when scolding them. "Hey there, handsome," she purred, her eyes flicking to the side as if she could see her sons watching. "You're in for a real treat if you decide to subscribe to my VIP feed. I've got all sorts of naughty secrets to share with you."

Her tail swished with excitement as she leaned closer to the camera, her lush fur brushing against the fabric of the lingerie. "You think you know me as the perfect mom, don't you?" she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips. "But I've got a wild side that I've been dying to show off. And if you're a good boy," she winked, "I might just let you in on some of those secrets."

With trembling hands, she reached behind her back and unclasped the hooks of her bra. The garment fell away, revealing her large, round breasts, the nipples already erect and begging for attention. The fur around her areolae stood on end, giving them a furry halo that made them even more enticing. Her breasts bounced gently as she shimmied out of the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked except for a pair of sheer, black panties that did nothing to hide the dampness between her legs.

"Mom.... no." Gumball gasped, unable to tear his eyes away.

Nicole's bra hit the floor, revealing her breasts in all their glory. They were large and round, with fur that was a darker shade of blue than the rest of her body. Her nipples were pink and erect, standing out like tiny cherries atop creamy mounds of flesh. "Bet you wanna see more of these don'cha?" Her voice was soft and murmuring. The sight was overwhelming, so unlike the stern, fully-clothed mother they knew.

"Oh my god Mom what are you doing?!" Gumball's voice hitched in his throat.

Her paws began to roam over her body. She traced the curves of her breasts, her thumbs circling her nipples with a teasing touch, now free from the confines of the lingerie. The fur around her areolae stood on end, creating a tantalizing friction that made her gasp. She leaned back, her hands sliding down her torso to the waistband of her panties. Her belly was soft and inviting, the fur thinning out into a sleek line that led down to the promised land beneath the fabric.

Her soft silky paws slid over the waistband, pulling her panties upwards. The tight black fabric stretched over her mound, making the sides of her pussylips just barely visable.

"Mmmmmuuurrrr..." she murmered softly, licking her lips seductively. "You wanna pet the pussy, cat, don'cha?"

Her paws slid back up grabbing the waistband. Both boys gasped when the thinner fur of her mound came into view. They could just barely make out the indent of the top of her slit. "You wanna see more?"

"Mom's ppp pussy..." gumball murmured, not believing what he was seeing, a tiny drop of blood formed under his left nostril.

She smirked, letting go of her panties making them smack against her pelvis, gripping it tight. "Well, why don't you subscribe to me then?" She rolled over on her back, looking at the camera upside down pawing towards the camera, purring loudly. "I'll be your play kitty sweetie.”

The boy's eyes were wide with shock, their breath heavy.

“Moms a... a... cam girl?” Gumball’s voice was a hoarse whisper, his mind racing with the revelation. He felt a strange mix of shock, confusion, and arousal that made his heart thump erratically in his chest.

Darwin nodded, his eyes still glued to the screen, unable to look away from the woman they both knew so well but had never seen in such a vulnerable state. The sight of Nicole’s half naked body, her fur ruffled with excitement, was something they never thought they’d see. Her fingers danced around the edges of her panties, teasing the fabric, hinting at what lay beneath.

They both lay there, the silence stretching out like a tightrope between them. Gumball’s mind was racing, trying to piece together this new reality. "Dude," he finally said, his voice low and trembling. "Our mom is a freaggin cam girl?"

Darwin nodded, his own eyes still wide with shock. "Yeah," he murmured. "It's... it's messed up."

They both lay there, the silence heavy with the unspoken tension. Gumball could feel his heart thumping in his chest, the image of his mother's exposed breasts and wet pussy burned into his mind. He tried to push the thoughts away, to think of something else, anything else. But it was like trying to ignore a storm raging inside his head.

Darwin's voice was small and shaky. "Why do you think Mom is doing that?"

Gumball didn't know what to say. He rolled over, trying to ignore the images playing on repeat in his mind. "Dunno," he finally mumbled. "But it's pretty messed up."

He stared at the ceiling, the images of moms soft velvet fur ran through his mind. "Maybe she likes it?!" The thought made him shiver.

Gumball tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. His mind was racing with thoughts of his mother's seductive dance and the explicit images she had shared with the world. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, and his heart hammered in his chest like a drum. It was a strange, uncomfortable feeling, a mix of arousal and confusion that he hadn't experienced before. He tried to push the thoughts away, to focus on anything else, but they kept coming back, like a persistent itch that he couldn't scratch.

As his eyes grew heavy and sleep finally claimed him, his dreams took over. In the hazy world of his subconscious, Nicole was dressed in her black kitty lingerie, the same one he had seen in the video. She looked at him with a stern expression, her eyes flashing with anger and disappointment. "Gumball, what do you think you're doing?" she asked, her voice a purr that could cut glass. "Looking at lewd stuff, you're way too young for that."

He tried to explain, to apologize, but the words got stuck in his throat. "Mom, I didn't mean to," he stuttered, his heart racing. But she wasn't listening. She walked towards him, her tail swishing with every step, her hips swaying with a mesmerizing grace that belied the fury in her gaze. "You're my son, Gumball," she scolded, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You shouldn't be looking at me like that."

In the dream, Nicole's hand raised, and she brought it down hard on his bottom. The sound echoed through the room, a sharp crack that seemed to cut through the air. Gumball yelped, his body jolting with the sudden pain. "You're a bad kitty," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "A very bad kitty."

Her hand connected with his bare skin again and again, each smack sending a jolt of pain through his body. He could feel the heat rising, could feel the imprint of her palm on his flesh. "Mom, stop!" he cried out, but she didn't listen. She just kept spanking him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and arousal.

He sat up in bed, hyperventilating, eyes snapping open in panic.

The memory of Nicole's furry, spanking hand on his bare skin sent a shiver down his spine, making his cock pulse and throb against his boxers. It was deathly quiet. Only the dim light of the outside street light casting a pale glow through the window, casting long shadows on the wall. The refrigerator hummed quietly. He could hear Darwin breath beneath him on the bottom bunk. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he realized he was hard. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he murmured to himself, feeling a mix of disgust and arousal.

The image of his mother's lush body, her fur ruffled from her own touch, played over and over in his mind. He tried to push the thoughts away, telling himself it was wrong to be turned on by his own mother. But the more he tried, the more the scene replayed, the more his body responded. He could feel the pressure building in his groin, a knot of tension that begged for release.

With trembling hands, Gumball reached under the covers and pulled out his phone. He took a deep breath, his heart racing. He told himself it was just curiosity, just one little peek. He opened the browser and typed in the URL of Nicole's OnlyFans page. The screen flickered to life, revealing his mother's profile picture: a shot of her in the same black lingerie set, her tail curled around her leg and her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Mom..." he sighed, "why are you doing this?"

Her eyes met his through the screen, and for a moment, it was as if she could see him, could hear his voice. Her hand hovered just above the waistband of her panties, the fur of her mound peeking out from the side. "Subscribe if you wanna see more," she purred.

With a trembling finger, Gumball clicked the subscribe button, his heart racing. The thought of his mother finding out made him feel sick, but he wanted to know what his mom was doing on there. Or atleast, that's what he told himself.
Uner user name he wrote Bluekitty11 and filled out the rest.

The screen flickered and the words "Welcome to Nicole's VIP lounge" appeared in bold letters.

Under the glow of the phone screen, Gumball's pupils dilated as he scrolled through the feed. His eyes devoured the lewd photos of Nicole in various skimpy outfits. She was dressed as a school teacher.

Her fur hugged tightly to the fabric of her tight skirt, the outline of her round ass clear and defined. Her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show the top swell of her furry cleavage, a hint of pink lace peeking through. Her glasses perched on the tip of her nose, a pencil in her mouth, and a ruler in her hand, she looked like a naughty fantasy come to life. Gumball's mouth went dry as he imagined the purring sounds she would make if he snuck up behind her and pulled her panties down.

In another photo, Nicole was dressed as a nurse, her fur peeking out from the low neckline of her uniform. The fabric was so thin, it was practically see-through, allowing a glimpse of her ample breasts and the dark fur surrounding her areolae. She had a stethoscope around her neck, which she held in one hand while the other played with the hem of her skirt. The thought of her wearing nothing but the stethoscope made Gumball's stomach flip with a strange mix of excitement and fear.

"Mom..." he huffed, staring at the image of Nicole dressed as a sexy maid. The costume hugged her curves in all the right places, revealing her voluptuous figure. The apron was so short, it barely covered her ass, leaving her thick, furry thighs exposed. Her breasts looked like they were about to spill out of the tight corset she wore, and the frills at the bottom tickled her belly button. The fishnet stockings and high heels completed the look, making her legs seem to go on forever. Her tail swished back and forth with every movement, hinting at the naughty surprises she had in store for her viewers.

Gumball scrolled down, his eyes widening as he saw a series of videos titled "Mrs. Watterson's After School Detention." In each one, Nicole played the role of a strict teacher, her voice a seductive purr as she scolded her students before offering them a chance to redeem themselves. The students were all different species, each with their own unique features that Gumball had never seen before. His mother's hand gripped a ruler, tapping it against her palm in a way that made him squirm with anticipation.

The first video started with Nicole standing in front of a chalkboard, dressed in a tight-fitting skirt and button-up shirt. As she wrote, her hips swayed back and forth, the fur on her bottom flexing with each movement. Her glasses slid down her nose as she glanced over her shoulder, giving the camera a knowing look. "You've been a very naughty boy, haven't you?" she cooed, her tail swishing with excitement. Gumball's heart raced as he watched her undo the buttons of her shirt, revealing her blue furred chest. Her breasts were large and full, the pink tips of her nipples poking through the lacy bra she wore.

With a flourish, she pulled her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them, holding them up to the camera with a smirk. "These are for you," she said, snapping the fabric before tossing them aside. She bent over the desk, her tail high in the air, and smacked the camera with the ruler.

"Naughty boy!" She growled at the camera, her voice strict and harsh.

The sound echoed through the room, sending a jolt of electricity straight to Gumball's groin. He couldn't believe he was watching his mother act like this, and yet he couldn't look away.

"I'm naughty .... gulp ... boy" he swallowed hard.

Her bare ass was perfectly round and inviting, the fur smooth and unblemished. Gumball felt his cock strain against his pajama pants as she bent over further, giving the camera a clear view of her wet, pink pussy. He had never seen anything like it before, and the sight was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Sorry mom." He huffed, yanking his hard throbbing kitty stick out of his pajamas.

The second video started, and Nicole sat on the edge of the bed, the ruler in her hand. She began to trace it along her thigh, her fur standing on end as she moved it closer to her pussy. Gumball's eyes were glued to the screen as she spread her legs wider, giving him an even better view. The tip of the ruler grazed her clit, and she gasped, her tail flicking rapidly. He watched, his own hand mirroring her movements, as she began to rub the ruler in slow, deliberate circles around her sensitive spot.

Her voice grew breathy as she talked to the camera, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "You've been such a bad boy, spying on me like this," she murmured. "But I think I know just how to punish you." Gumball felt his cheeks burn as he realized she was talking to him, her words a mix of scolding and seductive encouragement. He stroked himself faster, his breath coming in short gasps.his paws slid up and down his little pink throbbing boyhood.

On the screen, Nicole's furry hand was a blur of motion, the ruler disappearing into her wetness before sliding back out, glistening with her juices. Gumball could almost hear the wet, squelching sounds as she worked herself closer to climax. Her hips rocked in time with her movements, her tail swishing in the air like a metronome keeping time with her strokes. His own hand felt sticky with precum, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

The camera zoomed in, focusing on her pussy, the pink flesh puffy and swollen with desire. She grabbed the ruler and held it up to the camera, her eyes flashing with a wicked glint. "Now, give teacher a lick," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down Gumball's spine. "Tell teacher how sorry you are for being such a naughty boy." She pretended the camera was a boy she held between her legs while it slid back and forth over her pink wet folds. Her fingers darted inn and out of her hole, then rolled over her swollen clit.

"I'm so sorry mom." Gumball's voice hitched in his throat as he watched his mother's fingers plunge into her wetness, her hips rolling with each penetration. The camera zoomed in, focusing on her pussy as she licked her lips and whispered, "Give it to me, naughty boy." He couldn't believe he was doing this, but his hand had a mind of its own, mimicking her actions as he licked his paw and reached it down to touch his own swollen member.

Nicole's breath grew ragged as she picked up the pace, her free hand playing with her engorged clit. "You've been a very bad kitty," she purred, her eyes locked on the camera. "But maybe, if you're really sorry, I'll let you watch me cum." Gumball's heart raced as he watched her pussy tighten around the ruler, her juices flowing freely. "Mom, I'm so sorry I'm a really bad boy," he whispered, stroking himself in time with her movements.

"Good boy," she moaned, her voice thick with desire. "Lick teachers pussy," she moaned, her open wet hole winking at the camera. She shivered and her pussy trembled before squirting all over the camera. "Uh uh, don't pull away, lick it all up for teacher."

Gumball's hand was a blur, his strokes becoming erratic and desperate as he watched his mother's explicit performance. His tongue darted out to wet his paw, the taste of his own saliva mixing with the sticky precum that coated his fur. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the heat in his belly growing stronger with each pump of his fist. He leaned closer to the screen, his eyes locked on Nicole's furry mound as she squirted into the camera, her wet pussy convulsing.

With a final, guttural moan, Gumball's body tensed, and he erupted with a force that surprised even him. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock, splattering against the screen of his phone and his own chest. His hips bucked as he emptied himself, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He watched her reach down to her dripping wet pussy. She had leaked all over the desk. "Mmmh good boy, clean your teacher's pussy like a good little boy." She murmured.

The reality of what he had just done hit him like a ton of bricks. He had just masturbated to his mother. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. The pleasure quickly turned to guilt, a heavy weight settling in his stomach like a rock. He frantically wiped at the sticky mess, his hands shaking with a mix of fear and disgust.

Gumball stared at the phone, horrified at the evidence of his perversion. He felt sick to his stomach, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. His mother's image on the screen looked back at him, frozen in a moment of ecstasy, and he couldn't help but feel like he had violated her privacy in the most intimate way possible. He hastily locked the device and buried it under his pillow, as if that could somehow hide his actions.

With a heavy heart, he curled into a ball, his mind racing with thoughts of what he had just done. "It's not right," he sobbed quietly to himself. "It's my mom." The guilt washed over him in waves, each one stronger than the last. His eyes stung with unshed tears, and his body trembled with the effort of holding them back. He didn't know how he could ever face her again without thinking of her that way.

Gumball's mind swirled with images of Nicole's naked body, her fur slick with sweat and desire. He felt a deep sense of betrayal, not just to his mother, but to his own sense of decency. His sobs grew louder, and he buried his face in his pillow to muffle the sound. He didn't want Darwin to wake up and find him like this, didn't want to explain what he had done.

The room grew hazy around him, and despite his racing thoughts, his eyelids grew heavy. His body was exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster, and he fell into a fitful sleep, his dreams a jumbled mess of guilt and lust.

The next morning, the sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Gumball and Darwin slowly stirred from their beds. They stumbled downstairs, half-awake and still dressed in their rumpled pajamas.

The smell of pancakes filled the air, and the sight of Richard and Anais at the breakfast table brought a sense of normalcy to the otherwise chaotic house. Richard, in his usual lazy posture, was scrolling through his phone, a pancake halfway to his mouth. Anais was busy drawing in her coloring book, her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth in concentration.

Gumball and Darwin took their seats, trying to act casual, their cheeks still flushed from the night's revelation. Nicole, dressed in a pair of tight denim shorts that hugged her curves and a simple white blouse that stretched over her ample chest, looked up from the stove. She wore an apron with the words "Kitchen Queen" embroidered on it, her fur peeking out from the edges. The shorts were so short that the tops of her thighs were visible, and the way she moved around the kitchen, her hips swaying slightly, made Gumball's heart race.

He couldn't help but think about what he had seen the night before, the way she had touched herself so intimately, the sounds she had made. Darwin, on the other hand, was blissfully unaware, his mind still a jumble of half-formed thoughts and dreams.

Nicole scooped a stack of steaming pancakes onto each of their plates, her furry hands moving with practiced ease. That wasn't the only thing that was steaming and hot. Gumball's eyes darted to her chest, where the neckline of her blouse dipped low, giving him a glimpse of her soft, blue-furred cleavage.

Gumball's stomach churned as he took a bite of his pancake. It was delicious, fluffy, and just the right amount of sweet, but the taste was tainted by the images of his mother that flooded his mind. Every move she made, every sound she uttered, seemed to echo the explicit videos he had watched. The way she licked the syrup off her paw, the way she chewed her food, even the way she took a sip of her coffee—it all reminded him of her erotic performance, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of arousal and anxiety.

As they finished their breakfast, Nicole shooed them away, telling Richard to take the kids out for the day. "You two have fun," she said with a wink, her eyes lingering on Gumball a little longer than usual.

Gumball felt his cheeks flush as she leaned in closer, her soft fur brushing against his. "Mom, I'm okay," he mumbled, trying to convince himself. Her breast almost brushed against his cheek as she bent down to him and put her paw on his forehead.

"You sure?" Nicole asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You look a bit... flushed. Like you've got a fever." She placed the back of her furry hand against his forehead, and Gumball felt a jolt of electricity shoot through him. Her touch was gentle, but it sent his thoughts spiraling back to the explicit images of her he had seen the night before.

"I'm fine, Mom," Gumball lied, his voice cracking as he tried to maintain eye contact. Nicole's gaze searched his, a hint of suspicion flickering in her eyes. She leaned closer, her warm breath ghosting over his cheek, and he felt his heart race. "You just look a little... flushed." Her voice was strict, like it had been in the video. Gumball swallowed hard when she grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into the bathroom.

Once the door was closed, Nicole spun him around to face the sink. "Take off your pants," she ordered, her voice firm. Gumball's mind raced, his eyes wide with fear.

He hesitated. "Mom?"

"Come on we haven't got all day!"" She barked at him.

He fumbled with the buttons, his hands shaking as he obeyed her command. He couldn't believe this was happening, his heart hammering in his chest.

As he dropped his pants, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror, his young, blue body trembling with anticipation and fear. His cock was already starting to swell again, betraying his thoughts. He felt a rush of heat to his cheeks and hoped it was just from the fever and not his burgeoning arousal.

Nicole rolled her eyes and grabbed the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. "Spread your cheeks," she said, her voice stern but laced with a hint of amusement. Gumball's eyes went wide with terror, his thoughts racing with the possibility of her discovering his secret. He obeyed, his tail tucked tightly between his legs, exposing his tight, pink hole.

Nicole pushed the thermometer into his anus with a firm but gentle pressure, the cold glass slipping in easily. Gumball's body tensed, his mind reeling from the sensation. He felt a strange mix of relief and guilt, knowing that his mother was just checking his temperature, but his traitorous body responded with a flutter of arousal that made him bite his bottom lip to stifle a moan.

"Bend over a little more," Nicole instructed, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Gumball leaned over the sink, his knees knocking together as he felt the thermometer slide in deeper. She moved it back and forth, her eyes on the display as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "It's just not going down," she murmured, her free hand resting on his lower back, her thumb brushing the top of his crack.

Gumball's breath hitched, his cock twitching against his will. He could feel the pre-cum already starting to form, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. He focused on the tiles in front of him, the geometric pattern blurring as he tried to think of anything but the sensation of his mother's hand so close to his swollen member.

Nicole, oblivious to his internal struggle, kneeled down and gently slid the thermometer back and forth, while his tight little butthole gripped it. Her eyes slid from the display over to his little pink puckered hole gripping the thermometer. Her tail swished back and forth behind her, brushing against his bare legs with every movement. "Hold still," she said, her voice soothing despite the situation. Gumball gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles turning white.

The seconds ticked by like hours, the beep of the thermometer seemingly a lifetime away. Gumball's mind raced with thoughts of her discovering his arousal, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. Each movement of her hand made him flinch slightly, his body responding to the pressure building inside of him.

Finally, the beep pierced the tense silence. Nicole removed the thermometer with a gentle tug, and Gumball couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. She checked the reading, her eyes narrowing. "You do have a fever," she said, sounding concerned. "You should stay home today."

Gumball yanked his pants up so fast it shafed his thighs. "But, Mom, I can go to school," he protested weakly.

"Don't argue with me, young man," Nicole said firmly. "You're not well, and you need to rest."

Gumball nodded meekly, his heart racing as he buttoned his pants. He couldn't bear the thought of being alone with her today, not after what he had done. He watched as she turned to Richard, her eyes gleaming with a mix of concern and something else—something Gumball couldn't quite put his finger on.

"Richard, honey, Gumball's not feeling well," her voice filled with a motherly warmth that made Gumball's stomach twist. "I think he should stay home from school today."

Darwin's eyes widened with envy as Richard nodded in agreement. "Okay, Nics," Richard said, his voice lazy and unconcerned. "I'll take Darwin and Anais."

Gumball's heart sank as he watched his dad and siblings leave, the door closing with a gentle click. He was trapped, alone with the woman whose image had been burned into his mind in the most indecent of ways. Nicole turned to him, her eyes searching his face for any sign of illness.

"Now, Gumball," she said, her voice still firm but with a touch of motherly concern, "you need to stay in bed and rest.

"But maaah..."

Gumball's protests died in his throat as Nicole reached out and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, just like she used to when he was a kitten. It was a move that brought back a flood of memories from his childhood, moments when she had been his protector and disciplinarian all rolled into one. He felt his body respond instinctively, his legs going weak as she guided him back to his room.

Once they were inside, she leaned down and began to peel away his clothes, her furry hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt. Gumball's heart raced, his eyes darting around the room in a panic. "Mom, no," he whispered, his voice hoarse with fear and arousal.

"Don't be silly, Gumball," Nicole said, her voice soothing as she slipped his shirt off his shoulders. "You're sick, and you need to be comfortable." She gently tugged at his pants, sliding them down to reveal his blue boxers, the fabric straining against his growing arousal. Gumball's breath hitched as he felt her warm paws on his bare skin, the fur tickling his thighs as she helped him into bed.

Her breasts dangled in his face, the fabric of her blouse straining against the weight of her ample cleavage. He couldn't help but stare, his eyes tracing the curves of her fur-covered mounds. The sight of them made his cock throb, and he had to bite his tongue to keep from gasping. Nicole leaned over him, her chest pressing against the mattress, and he felt the heat of her body envelop him.

For a moment, Gumball thought she was going to lean in and kiss him on the mouth, but instead, she pressed her soft, warm lips to his forehead, then leaned back to smile at him.

"Now I want you to stay in bed till you're feeling better ok, Gummy poo?"

"Yes mom" he nodded, blurting out the words.

Nicole's tail swished as she turned to leave the room, the denim shorts hugging her shapely bottom as she swayed out of view. Gumball nodded, his throat dry, and watched her go, his eyes lingering on the spot where her tail had been. She closed the door gently behind her.

The room felt stifling, the guilt and confusion pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Gumball whispered to himself, his eyes squeezed shut tightly. "Why would I think she'd ever..."

He couldn't even finish the thought. The very idea of his mother doing something so depraved to him was unthinkable. Nicole was a strict parent, sure, but she had never crossed a line like that. She was the one who had taught him right from wrong, who had wiped his tears and kissed his boo-boos.

But the evidence was there, burned into his retina, the images playing on repeat in his mind's eye. He needed a distraction, something to take his mind off of his mother's OnlyFans account. He turned to his PC and booted up his favorite game, hoping the bright colors and mindless action would push the thoughts away.

He played a few levels, his eyes glued to the screen as he tried to focus on the pixels in front of him rather than the ones he had seen the night before. But it was no use. Every time he paused, every time he took a sip of his water, the sounds of his mother's moans echoed in his ears. He could almost feel the ghost of her fur brushing against his skin.

With a sigh, Gumball minimized the game and pulled up his mother's OnlyFans page again. His heart hammered in his chest as he scrolled through the videos, each one more explicit than the last. He couldn't believe this was the same woman who had tucked him in at night and read him bedtime stories.

The image of Nicole in a cat-themed bikini was particularly striking. Her furry body was toned and fit, her breasts spilling out of the flimsy fabric, begging for attention. Her tail swished back and forth, teasingly brushing against the strings that barely contained her, and Gumball found himself staring, his mouth going dry.

He hovered his cursor over the link, his hand trembling slightly. He knew he shouldn't click it, knew it was wrong, but his curiosity and arousal won out. He clicked it anyway. The screen flickered to life, and there she was—his mother, Nicole, in all her furry glory, live on camera. She lounged in a chair, her blouse already halfway unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of her fur-covered cleavage. "Hey, boys," she purred, her voice like warm honey, "ready to watch me get naughty?"

Gumball felt his heart jump into his throat. He had to swallow hard to keep the bile down. His mother was doing this—right now, just down the hall. He couldn't believe it. He felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he stared at the screen, unable to look away.

Nicole's blouse fell open, revealing her round, fur-covered breasts. They were larger than he had ever imagined, the nipples a darker shade of blue, standing erect and inviting. Her fur was thick and lush, surrounding the soft, pink flesh of her areolae like a furry halo. The room around him swam as he watched her pinch and toy with her nipples, her eyes half-closed in pleasure while her paws kneaded her soft breasts.

"Alright, boys," she purred into the camera, her eyes meeting Gumball's through the computer screen, though she couldn't see him. "What do we have in store for today's show?"

The chat window exploded with messages, each more lewd than the last. "Show us those gorgeous tits, Mrs. W!" "Spread those legs, we want to see that tight pussy!" "Make those big tits bounce, MILF!"

Nicole giggled, the sound sending a shiver down Gumball's spine. "Now, now, gentlemen," she said, her voice a playful purr, "let's not forget our manners." She leaned closer to the camera, her furry cleavage pressing against the lens. "If you ask nicely, maybe I'll give you a little show."

Gumball couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mother was interacting with these strangers, these perverts, like it was nothing. His own arousal was a betrayal, a knot in his stomach that grew tighter with every passing second. "Mom, no," he whispered, his hand hovering over the keyboard, his thumb poised to click away from the page.

But she was already too far gone. Nicole's fingers trailed down her stomach, her nails lightly scratching the fur as she reached the waistband of her shorts. She slid them down, revealing her plush, fur-covered mound. Gumball's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. This was it. This was the moment he had been both dreading and craving.

The chat room was a cacophony of lewd comments, each one more depraved than the last. "Come on, Mrs. W, we know you want it," one user typed. "Show us that sweet, wet pussy." Gumball's ears burned with embarrassment, his stomach churning at the thought of his mother reading such things. He didn't want to look, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

Nicole's paw slid further into her black silk laced panties, her movements deliberate and sensual. She was playing to the camera, her eyes glazed with a mix of excitement and something else—something Gumball couldn't quite identify. "Is this what you want?" she murmured, her voice a siren's call that seemed to resonate through the room. Gumball felt his own body respond, his cock swelling with every inch of skin she revealed.

"Come on, Mrs. Watterson," one user typed, "give us a peek at that tight, furry pussy." Gumball's eyes widened in horror as Nicole's panties slid to the side, exposing a patch of damp fur. He could see the outline of her labia, the pink flesh glistening with arousal. His hand moved to his own boxers, his cock straining against the fabric. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it—his body was responding to the scene playing out in front of him.

"No, Mom, don't do it," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. But Nicole either didn't hear him or didn't care. She slid a finger along her slit, the sound of wetness echoing through the computer speakers. Gumball watched, his breathing shallow and ragged, as she began to masturbate for the eager eyes of her online audience.
"Mom, why are you doing this?" His breath caught in his throat as a guilty lump formed.

Her fur was thick and soft, a stark contrast to the pink flesh of her pussy. She had one leg propped up on the chair, her other foot flat on the floor, giving the camera a perfect view of her most intimate moments. Her clit was a small, hard nub, surrounded by fur that grew sparser the closer it got to her inner folds. She toyed with it gently, her paws moving in slow, deliberate circles that made Gumball's own body tense with anticipation.

Gumball's hand slid into his boxers, his own cock hard and pulsing with every stroke Nicole made against her clit. He felt like a traitor, watching his mother like this, but he couldn't stop. Her fur parted as she spread her pussy lips, revealing the glistening wetness within. Her pink, swollen flesh was like a siren's call, and Gumball was lost at sea, unable to resist the temptation to touch himself as he watched.

He gripped his cock firmly, his paw moving in time with hers. The fur around his mother's pussy was slick with her arousal, and he found himself imagining what it would feel like to be the one touching her, to be the one bringing her to climax. He stroked himself faster, his pre-cum wetting his hand as he watched her pleasure herself for the anonymous crowd.

Nicole's breath grew ragged, her paws moving faster and more erratically as she approached her peak. Gumball could feel his own orgasm building, his cock swelling in his hand as he watched her. The chat room was a frenzy of lewd comments and demands, each one more explicit than the last, but Nicole seemed unfazed, lost in her own world of pleasure.

Her furry paws danced over her clit, each touch sending a shiver through her body that was captured in high definition by the camera. Gumball's hand matched her rhythm, his strokes firm and sure. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as she dipped a finger inside herself, her pussy clenching around it like a hungry mouth. The sight of her like this, so open and exposed, was almost too much to bear.

The chat room was a blur of lewd comments and emojis, each one more eager than the last. "Oh, Mrs. Watterson," one user typed, "you're so wet and tight!" Gumball bit his lip, his cheeks burning as he watched his mother's fingers slide in and out of herself, her knuckles disappearing into the depths of her furry mound. He couldn't believe he was doing this, jerking off to his own mother, but the guilt was lost in the overwhelming wave of arousal that consumed him.

Nicole's eyes rolled back in her head, a low moan escaping her lips as she pushed two fingers deep inside herself. The camera captured every detail, her pussy stretching around them, the wet sounds of her pleasure filling the room. Gumball's hand moved faster, his strokes growing more erratic as he watched her. His own cock was slick with pre-cum, his paws tight around his shaft as he matched her pace.

The chat room was a frenzy of lewd comments, users begging for more, for harder, faster, deeper. "Come for us, Mrs. Watterson," one user typed, and Gumball could feel his own orgasm building. His heart raced, his hips jerking as he watched his mother's furry hand disappear into her folds again and again.

Nicole's moans grew louder, her tail lashing back and forth as she approached climax. Her pussy was a blur of pink and blue fur, her paws moving with a frenzied intensity that spoke of years of pent-up desire. Gumball's cock was a throbbing ache in his hand, his own moans muffled by the pillow he had shoved over his face. He didn't want to admit it, but watching his mother like this was the most erotic thing he had ever seen.

The room around him seemed to pulse with each stroke of his hand, the air thick with the scent of arousal and the sound of his mother's pleasure. He felt his balls tighten, the familiar tingle at the base of his cock signaling his impending release. His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as Nicole's paws moved faster and faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

And then it happened. Nicole's body arched, her eyes squeezing shut as she cried out in ecstasy. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, spasming as she rode the wave of her climax. Gumball watched, his own hand moving in a frenzy, his hips bucking up to meet each stroke. The chat room exploded with messages, a cacophony of virtual applause and lewd comments that only served to heighten his arousal.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, Gumball's orgasm hit him like a freight train, his cock pulsing as ropes of cum shot out, splattering against the screen of his phone. He bit down hard on the pillow to muffle his moan, his entire body shaking with the force of his release.

On the screen, Nicole was still coming down from her own climax, her furry chest heaving as she took deep, gulping breaths. Gumball couldn't believe he had just climaxed while watching his own mother masturbate for a live audience. The guilt and confusion that had been simmering inside him all day boiled over, leaving him feeling dirty and ashamed.

Panic set in as he hastily pulled his hand from his boxers, trying to wipe the evidence of his betrayal from his fur. He looked around the room, half expecting someone to have caught him in the act. His heart raced, and he felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead. He had to get out of here, had to get away from this room that now felt suffocatingly small.

Gumball scrambled up from his chair, his legs wobbly as he stumbled towards the bathroom. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, each one more confusing than the last. What had he just done? He couldn’t believe he had allowed himself to become aroused by his own mother, by her intimate moments that were never meant for his eyes.

The cold tile floor sent a shock through his body as he stumbled into the bathroom, his heart racing like it was trying to escape his chest. He clutched at the counter, his breathing coming in gasps as he stared into the mirror. His eyes were wide with panic, his cheeks flushed from the intensity of his climax. He barely recognized the creature staring back at him, the guilt and horror etched into every line of his face. "Mom..."

The toilet beckoned him, and he rushed over, his bladder feeling like it was about to burst. As he relieved himself, the reality of his situation crashed down upon him like a ton of bricks. He had just watched his mother, his own flesh and blood, masturbate for a room full of strangers. And worse, he had enjoyed it—no, more than enjoyed it, he had masturbated along with her, reaching his peak as she did.

The warm stream of urine hit the water, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent bathroom. Gumball's eyes remained glued to the floor, his mind racing. What would happen if anyone found out? What would Darwin think? His mother? His father? The thought of their reactions sent a shiver of fear and disgust down his spine.

As he was about to flush, he heard the door creak open. "Oh there you are, Gummy," Nicole's voice called out, breaking the tension. Gumball's heart leaped into his throat as he saw her reflection in the mirror, watching him with a knowing smile. She leaned against the door frame, one hand on her hip, the other playing idly with the strap of her camisole.

He turned, his eyes darting from his semi-erect cock to her amused expression. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks. He quickly tucked himself away, fumbling with the waistband of his pants. "Mom, what are you doing here?" he squeaked out, his voice high with panic.

"Just checking up on my widdle Gummy, wummy" she cooed in a soft voice that sent a chill down Gumball's spine. Her eyes were filled with a knowing glint that made him feel naked, exposed. "You've been acting a bit off today. Is everything okay?"

Gumball's mind raced, trying to come up with an excuse, any excuse. "Yeah, I just... had to go to the bathroom," he managed, his voice cracking. He avoided eye contact, focusing instead on the floor tiles.

Nicole's smile grew wider, and she took a step closer to him, her movements languid and feline. "You don't look so good," she said, her voice dropping to a low purr. "Are you feeling... hot, sweetie?" She purred, her paw slid up under his t-shirt while the other caressed his forehead.

Gumball's heart hammered in his chest as she approached, his thoughts racing. Was she onto him? Did she know he had watched her?

With a firm grip on his shoulder, Nicole escorted him back to his room. She steered him with the authority of a drill sergeant, yet there was something in her eyes that spoke of concern rather than accusation. Gumball felt a strange mix of relief and fear as he allowed her to guide him back to the scene of his recent transgression.

Once seated on the edge of his bed, Nicole's expression softened as she sat beside him. Her paws began to stroke his fur in a comforting manner, the touch reminiscent of the countless times she had soothed his fears as a child. But this time, the comfort was laced with something else—a knowing that made him squirm.

"Now, now, don't get all worked up," she said, her voice a soothing purr. "You know you can tell me anything, Gumball."

Gumball's heart felt like it was trying to hammer its way out of his chest. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape. "M-Mom, I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his voice shaking.

Nicole's smile grew even wider, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Bluekitty11, huh?" she mused, her paw continuing to stroke his shoulder. "Now, why would my sweet little boy be subscribing to his mother's OnlyFans account?"

Gumball's eyes went wide with shock, his heart skipping a beat. He felt like he had been caught red-handed, his entire body tensing up. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he squeaked, his voice barely above a whisper. But the lie stuck in his throat, feeling like a thick glob of peanut butter that wouldn't budge.

Nicole's smile never wavered as she pulled him closer, her furry arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace. "It's okay, Gumball," she whispered into his ear, her breath warm against his neck. "I've seen your username in my subscriber list."

Panic flooded through Gumball's veins as he felt his mother's grip tighten around him. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, and it only served to remind him of the explicit videos he had watched, the way she had moved and moaned for the camera. He squirmed, trying to pull away, but she held him firmly, her strength surprisingly greater than he had ever felt it before.

"Did you watch the videos, Gumball?" Nicole's voice was low, a warning growl that sent a shiver down his spine. He knew he couldn't lie to her, not now. But the truth was like a boulder on his tongue, too heavy and too horrifying to let out. He nodded, his eyes filling with tears as the weight of his actions settled upon him.

Her grip on him tightened, and for a moment, Gumball was sure she was going to scream, to rage, to cast him out. But instead, she leaned back, her eyes narrowing in a way that was eerily similar to the seductive gaze from her videos.

"Why, Gumball?" she asked, her voice calm but firm. "Why would you do something like this?"

Gumball felt his throat constrict as he tried to form words, his mind racing. He couldn't believe this was happening. "I-I don't know," he choked out, his voice trembling. "I just... I'm sorry."

Nicole's expression shifted from amusement to sternness. She stood up, her eyes flashing with something that could only be described as disappointment. "You're too young to be watching porn, Gumball," she said, her voice firm.

Gumball felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He hadn't expected her to be so direct. "I-I know," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

Nicole leaned to one side, her gaze sharp and unwavering. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Gumball?" she demanded, her voice a low growl. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!"

Her question pierced through the haze of his arousal and guilt, bringing him back to reality with a jolt. "M-Mom, I'm sorry," he stuttered, his eyes snapping up to meet hers. "It was just... I don't know, it just... happened."

Nicole's smirk grew, a knowing glint in her eye as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. The fabric parted, revealing the creamy mound of one of her breasts, the nipple already hard and erect. Gumball couldn't tear his gaze away, his own cock twitching in response despite the fear and disgust that roiled in his stomach.

"You're not so innocent, are you, Gumball?" she murmured, her voice low and sultry, echoing the tones she had used on her subscribers. "Tell me, do you get off on watching your own mother like this?"

Gumball's eyes widened in horror as Nicole reached over and gripped the bulge in his pants, her touch surprisingly firm and calloused. He couldn't believe she knew that she had seen his secret. "Mom, no, I-I didn't mean to," he stuttered, his voice high-pitched and frantic.

Her grip tightened, and she leaned in close, her breath hot on his ear. "Don't lie to me, Gumball," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "I know you've been watching you little pervert!."

Gumball's face was a mask of horror and embarrassment, his body trembling as he tried to pull away from her touch. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" he sniveled, his voice shaking. "It was just a mistake, I swear!"

But Nicole had had enough of his lies and half-truths. With a swift, firm motion, she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and yanked him over her knee. Gumball's eyes bulged in shock, his mind reeling as he found himself in a position he hadn't been in since he was a toddler. "Dirty little boy," she scolded, her voice thick with a mix of disgust and something else...

Her hand descended with surprising force, slapping his ass with a sharp smack that echoed through the room. He yelped in pain and surprise, his cock jumping against his will. Nicole's hand was like a paddle, each hit sending waves of pain and arousal through his body. He could feel his cheeks burning, both from the spanking and the embarrassment.

"Mom, stop!" he pleaded, his voice muffled by the bed. But she didn't listen, her hand landing with rhythmic precision, each blow harder than the last. He squirmed and kicked, trying to escape, but she held him firmly, her thighs pressing into his back, trapping him in place.

Suddenly, she rolled him over, and Gumball found himself face-up on the bed. Nicole's expression was a strange mix of anger and amusement as she straddled him, her skirt riding up to reveal her firm, muscular thighs. She leaned back and finished undoing her top, revealing her full breasts to his horrified gaze. They bounced slightly as she moved, the sight of them only serving to fuel his unwanted arousal.

"Is this what you want to see, you little pervert?" she repeated, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. Gumball could only whimper in response, his body betraying him as his cock grew even harder. She cupped her breasts, her eyes never leaving his, and began to knead them, the soft flesh giving way beneath her expert touch.

Terror and arousal warred within him, his mind a tumult of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He didn't want this, didn't want to be here with his mother like this. But his body responded to the sight of her, to her touch, despite his horror. He tried to look away, to think of anything else, but her eyes held him captive, her breasts bobbing in his vision like a siren's call.

Nicole leaned down, her breasts swaying tantalizingly close to his face. "Is this what you want, Gumball?" she purred, her voice a seductive caress. "To see your mother's naughty bits?"

With a smirk, she reached down and slowly slid her skirt and panties down, revealing her wet pussy to his shocked gaze. It was a stark contrast to the maternal figure he had always known—now, she was a woman, powerful and sexual. Her scent filled the room, a heady mix of arousal and something almost...familiar.

"Look at it, Gumball," she cooed, her paw caressing her inner thighs, her fingers gliding through her slick folds. "Is this what you were hoping to see when you subscribed to my page?"

Gumball's eyes were wide with shock, his cheeks burning with a blend of arousal and shame. He couldn't believe what was happening. His mother, the woman who had taught him right from wrong, who had tucked him into bed and kissed his forehead each night, was now sitting before him, her pussy exposed and gleaming in the soft light of his bedroom.

"Gumball, I'm your mother," she hissed, "you get off watching your own mother?" Her voice was stern and accusatory. Yet still, her hand held her wet pink pussy open for him to see.

Gumball's mind raced. He felt trapped. "M-mom," he stammered, his eyes glued to the sight before him. He was horrified and yet, his cock was pulsing with need. "I-I'm sorry," he managed to squeak out, his body shaking.

Nicole's eyes narrowed, and she leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his face. "Looks like someone's enjoying the show," she murmured, her voice thick with sarcasm as she took in his erection, standing tall and proud between his trembling legs.

Gumball felt his face burn even hotter, his body refusing to betray his guilt and arousal. "Mom, please," he begged, his voice a desperate whisper. "I'm sorry, I'll unsubscribe, I swear!"

But Nicole was in full control now, her hand moving to his crotch. She gripped his cock firmly, her thumb tracing slow circles around the sensitive head. "Look at this," she tutted, her voice thick with fake disappointment. "You're so hard for your own mother."

Gumball's eyes rolled back in his head, his body responding involuntarily to her touch. "N-no, Mom, please," he protested weakly, his hips bucking upwards.

Nicole's grip on his cock tightened, her strokes becoming more deliberate and firm. "You like this, don't you?" she whispered, her voice a dark taunt. "You like it when Mommy plays with your little dick."

Gumball's body arched off the bed, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to fight the waves of pleasure crashing through him. He didn't want this, didn't want to feel this way about his mother, but he couldn't deny the physical response she was coaxing from him. "N-no, Mom," he gasped, his voice strained with effort.

Nicole's strokes grew faster, her thumb flicking over his slit, spreading his precum across his sensitive skin. "Don't lie to me," she murmured, her eyes boring into his. "You've been watching me, getting off to me. You like it, don't you?"

Gumball's breath hitched, his body responding against his will. "Mom, I-I'm sorry," he choked out, his voice thick with shame. "I don't know why I did it, I just... I'm sorry."

Nicole's strokes grew more confident, her grip tightening around his erect shaft. She watched him with a mix of disappointment and fascination, her own arousal growing with each whimper that escaped his lips. "It's okay, Gumball," she purred, her voice a seductive purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "Mommy understands that little boys have... needs."

With a wicked smile, she leaned down and kissed him, her tongue pushing its way into his mouth. Gumball's body went rigid with shock, his mind reeling from the sudden shift in the situation. Her tongue danced with his, a sensation that was both foreign and disturbingly familiar. He could taste the faint hint of mint on her breath, a stark contrast to the musky scent of her pussy that still lingered in the air.

Nicole's hand continued to work his cock, her thumb teasing his frenulum with each pass. Gumball's eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth opening in a silent scream as he fought the urge to give in to the pleasure she was giving him. This was wrong, so wrong, but his body seemed to have a mind of its own, his hips moving in time with her strokes.

"Mom, stop," he whimpered again, his voice strained and needy despite the protest.

Nicole's smile grew as she pulled away from the kiss, her hand still working him with a practiced ease that spoke of her experience. "You know you don't really mean that, Gumball," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. "Your pee pee is telling me a different story."

Her words sent a fresh wave of humiliation through him, but his cock remained steadfastly erect, bobbing in time with her strokes. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his own mother was touching him like this. He should have felt revulsed, but instead, a dark thrill shot through him, his body betraying his mind.

Nicole leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she took his trembling hand in hers. She guided it to her wet pussy, her fur hot and slick against his palm. "I know you want to touch mommy,"

she whispered, her voice a siren's call that Gumball couldn't resist. His hand trembled as he touched her, the sensation foreign and wrong, yet undeniably arousing. She let out a low moan, her eyes closing briefly as she pushed his fingers deeper, showing him the way she liked it.

Gumball's mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation. His mother, the woman who had wiped his nose and kissed his boo-boos, was now guiding him to pleasure her. He felt sick and excited all at once, his hand moving almost of its own accord as he explored her folds. She was wet, hot, and his fingers slid easily through her slickness, her moans growing louder with each stroke.

He was painfully aware of his own smallness as he lay beneath her, his childlike form dwarfed by her powerful, curvy frame. Her thighs were thick and strong, holding him in place like a vice, while his own legs trembled with fear and desire. Her breasts loomed above him, heavy and full, a stark reminder of the vast gulf in experience between them. Despite his fear, he couldn't help but feel a twisted thrill as he touched her, his innocent curiosity mixing with his newfound, taboo arousal.

Her hand guiding his, Gumball felt the soft, wet folds of her pussy, her swollen clit standing proud against his fingertips. It was nothing like he had ever felt before, a strange and terrifying intimacy that both repulsed and excited him. Nicole's breath grew ragged as he explored her, her hips rolling in silent encouragement. He was just a child playing with the body of a woman, his mother no less, but his hand felt like it belonged there, coaxing forth the sounds of her pleasure.

But then, she took control, pulling his hand away and replacing it with her own. "Let Mommy show you," she murmured, and with a grace that belied the perversion of the moment, she leaned down and took his cock in her mouth.

Gumball's eyes widened in shock and pleasure as he felt the warm, wet cavern of her mouth engulf him. Her tongue swirled around the head of his penis, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a way that made him gasp. It was a sensation beyond anything he had ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and horror that left him paralyzed with confusion. Her purrs of approval vibrated through him, sending waves of sensation from his cock to his core.

He watched as Nicole's cheeks hollowed out, her eyes fluttering closed in enjoyment as she took more of him into her mouth. The sight of his underaged member disappearing into his mother's mouth was surreal, a dark and twisted fantasy come to life. Her furred hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently as she sucked him deeper, her saliva coating him in a sticky embrace that made him feel both cherished and exploited.

The reality of the situation crashed down upon him—he was still a child, his body not fully developed, his mind racing with a cocktail of lust and fear that he wasn't supposed to understand. Yet here he was, his prepubescent cock standing tall and proud, being expertly handled by the woman who had bathed him and tucked him in at night. The sensations were overwhelming, his young body unprepared for the intensity of an adult's touch.

Nicole's giggle was like a siren's laugh, a sound that sent shivers of both excitement and dread down his spine. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint as she watched him squirm beneath her. The sight of her, his mother, with her mouth full of his cock was too much for his innocent mind to handle. His breathing grew ragged, his hips bucking involuntarily as the pressure grew.

Then, with a final, desperate moan, Gumball's young body gave in to the overwhelming sensation. He came, his cock pulsing as he shot his cum into her waiting mouth. Nicole's eyes remained locked with his, her expression a mix of amusement and triumph as she swallowed his seed with a satisfied smack of her lips.

Gumball's climax left him trembling, his legs quivering with the aftermath of his first orgasm at the hands of his mother. Nicole leaned back, a smug smile playing on her lips as she licked them clean. "Mom," he whispered, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and awe.

Her hand reached out, stroking his cheek gently. "It's okay, baby," she cooed, her eyes never leaving his. "Mommy's here."

Her gaze drifted down to the twitching little dick that had just spurted its youthful essence into her mouth. She couldn't help but admire the innocence of it, the way it stood at attention despite its small size. It was a stark contrast to the depraved act they had just shared, but somehow it only made her wetter. Her free hand slid down her body, her fingers slipping into her own folds as she watched him lay there, lost in the haze of his first climax with her.

Gumball's cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving as he stared up at her with wide eyes. He looked so young, so vulnerable, and Nicole felt a twisted thrill of power at the sight. Her heart pounded in her chest, a heady mix of lust and motherly affection swirling together with pedophile lust. Despite the taboo nature of what had just occurred, she couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at the thought of being the one to introduce him to this new world of pleasure.

Her hand stroked his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw as she purred softly. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. She leaned in, her nose brushing against his ear as she whispered, "You did so good for Mommy."

Her furry hand moved down his chest, her claws gently scraping against his skin, sending goosebumps racing across his body. Gumball whimpered, his eyes screwed shut as she continued to molest him. Her touch was both gentle and possessive, a stark reminder of the power dynamics that had shifted so suddenly. Her hand slid over his abdomen, the tips of her claws barely grazing his still-sensitive cock, causing him to flinch and whine.

"Now, it's your turn," Nicole murmured, her voice a dark whisper that sent chills down his spine. "You're going to make Mommy feel good, just like I did for you."

With a gentle but firm grip, she guided Gumball's head between her thighs, his nose pressing against the warm, wet fur of her pussy. He could smell her musk, a scent that was both comforting and terrifyingly new. He didn't want to do this, didn't want to taste her in that way, but the fear of what she might do if he didn't comply was even stronger.

Nicole's legs spread wider, her hand cradling the back of his head, pushing him closer. "Lick Mommy," she coaxed, her voice thick with desire. "Make me feel good."

Gumball's heart raced as he felt the soft fur of her mound brush against his cheek. He didn't want to do this, but he was too scared to resist. With a trembling hand, he reached up and parted her folds, his eyes widening at the sight of her swollen clit. It was a stark contrast to the delicate pinkness of his own, a reminder of the adult world he was being forced into. He tentatively stuck out his tongue, the taste of her musk filling his mouth.

Nicole's grip on his head tightened, her hips pushing his face closer to her pussy. He could feel the heat emanating from her, the wetness coating his cheeks and nose. She was in control, her body moving against his face as she guided him in the art of pleasuring a woman, a lesson no child should ever have to learn from their mother. Her moans grew louder, more demanding, as she ground her pelvis into his face.

Gumball's mind was a tumult of emotions—fear, embarrassment, disgust, and a traitorous spark of arousal. He didn't want to do this, but the fear of upsetting her, of facing her wrath, was stronger. So he licked, his tongue moving tentatively over her folds, tracing the contours of her sex with trembling strokes. He felt small and vulnerable beneath her, his young body no match for her dominance. Her fur was soft against his face, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

Nicole's eyes were half-closed in pleasure, her expression one of pure, unbridled lust. She had always been the one in charge, the one who set the rules, but this was a new kind of power, a new kind of high. She watched as her child's tongue danced over her clit, the pink flesh peeking out from its hood like a shy little creature. It was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but the way his eyes watered and his tongue flickered made her wetter, made her want to come even more.

Her hand tightened in his hair, her claws digging into his scalp as she pushed him closer, forcing him to lick faster, harder. He was so small, so vulnerable, his tiny frame trembling as he did his best to satisfy the monstrous desires of his mother. The fur of her mound brushed against his cheek, tickling his nose, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned in, his breathing shallow and fast as he tasted her for the first time.

He could feel her thighs quivering, her grip on his head growing more insistent as she neared climax. The sounds she made were a mix of pleasure and power, a symphony of depravity that played out in the quiet room. Gumball's eyes were screwed shut, his mind racing with thoughts of how wrong this was, how much he didn't want to be here. But his body was responding, his cock growing hard again despite his fear.

Her breath grew ragged, her moans turning into purrs of pleasure as he licked her with increasing fervor. She was so wet, so hot, and he could feel her juices coating his face, dripping down his neck. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils, a heady perfume that made his stomach churn even as it sent waves of heat through his own body. He didn't want to like it, but his tongue seemed to have a mind of its own, lapping and swirling around her clit as if he had been born to do this.

Nicole's hips began to rock, her fur-covered mound pressing down on his face as she approached her peak. Her nails dug into his scalp, and he could feel the tension in her thighs as they tightened around his head. She was using him, using his innocence to satisfy her own dark hunger, and there was something terrifyingly exciting about that. Despite his fear and confusion, Gumball couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of power in being the one to bring her such pleasure.

His tongue flicked faster, more eagerly, as he tried to ignore the wrongness of it all. Her purrs grew louder, her body tensing as she approached climax. The room was filled with the sounds of her passion, and Gumball felt a strange mix of revulsion and fascination as he watched her body convulse with pleasure. He had never seen his mother like this before, so openly sexual and in control. It was a side of her that both terrified and excited him.

Nicole's hand left his head, and she leaned back, giving him room to breathe. "Look at Mommy, baby," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Look at what you're doing to me."

Gumball's eyes snapped open, and he watched in horror as she began to buck her hips, her fur-covered pussy pressing against his mouth. He could feel the muscles in her thighs tightening, the tremors of her impending orgasm rippling through her body. He wanted to pull away, but something held him in place, a morbid curiosity mixed with a fear of what would happen if he didn't make her come.

Suddenly, Nicole's body tensed, and a jet of warm liquid spurted into his mouth. He gagged, his throat convulsing as he swallowed instinctively, his eyes watering. Her juices flooded his senses, the taste of her climax overwhelming him. He choked, trying to pull away, but she held his head firm, her pussy spasming as she squirted into his mouth. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced—both repulsive and exhilarating in a twisted way.

As the sounds of her pleasure began to subside, they both froze at the sound of the front door downstairs unlocking. Gumball's heart leaped into his throat, his eyes darting to the clock. It was too early for anyone to be home, and yet the unmistakable sound of a key in the lock echoed through the house. Nicole's expression shifted from one of euphoria to one of cold panic, her hand shooting out to grab a fistful of his hair.

"Keep quiet," she hissed, her eyes wide with fear and urgency. "You didn't see anything. You didn't do anything. Understand?"

Gumball nodded frantically, his cheeks flushed and his heart racing as Nicole yanked him up by the hair. The door downstairs was opening, the sound of footsteps growing closer. She released him and in a flash, she was dressed, her clothes somehow back in their rightful place as if nothing had ever happened. She grabbed a handful of tissues from the bedside table and thrust them at him, her eyes never leaving his face.

"Wipe your mouth," she hissed, her voice low and urgent. "And put this back on."

Her eyes were cold and commanding, snapping him out of his daze. He took the tissues from her with shaking hands, scrubbing at his face and mouth, desperately trying to erase the taste of her from his lips. His cock, still partially erect, was a betrayal of his own body's response to the situation, and he tucked it back into his underwear with a sense of revulsion.

As Nicole sailed out of the room, her movements graceful and poised, Gumball stared after her in disbelief. How could she act like this was nothing? His mind raced with the implications of what had just transpired—what if Darwin walked in? What if his dad found out? The thought of his family discovering their secret filled him with dread.

Nicole descended the stairs, her skirt fluttering around her thighs, the same thighs that had been wrapped around Gumball's head mere moments ago. She called out cheerfully, "I'm home, everyone! How was your day?"

Her heart was racing, her mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just occurred. The sound of Gumball fumbling to clean himself up in his room was barely audible over the thud of her own pulse in her ears. She took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down as the footsteps grew closer.

Anais bounded into the room, her eyes wide with excitement. "Mom, guess what I learned in kindergarten today?" she chirped, her small paws clutching a paper with a crayon drawing of what looked like a very abstract family tree.

Gumball's heart stopped for a moment, his hand still hovering over his crotch. He hastily threw the last of the tissues into the bin and tried to compose himself, his eyes darting to the door as he heard Richard's lazy shuffle approaching.

"Honey, I'm home!" Richard called out, his voice echoing through the house.

Nicole took another deep breath and plastered on a smile as she turned to face her husband and younger daughter. "Welcome home, darlings," she said, her voice a little too cheerful. She hoped the fluster of her earlier climax wasn't still evident in her tone.

"How was everyone's day?" Richard asked, his eyes half-lidded with the lazy contentment of a man who had just come home from a long day at his new job.

Nicole managed to keep her smile in place, even as her heart raced. "Fine, dear," she replied, her voice a little too bright. "But Gumball's not feeling well. He has a bit of a fever."

Darwin and Anais exchanged a concerned look. "Should we go check on him?" Darwin asked, his voice filled with genuine worry for his brother.

Nicole nodded, her smile never wavering. "Yes, of course. Maybe he just needs some rest." She watched as they both trotted upstairs, her heart racing as the sound of their footsteps grew fainter. The last thing she needed was for her other children to walk in on them now.

Darwin and Anais pushed open Gumball's door, their eyes scanning the room for any signs of their brother's distress. Gumball lay on his bed, his face flushed and sweaty, his eyes squeezed shut. He was clearly pretending to be asleep, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Anais tapped him gently on the shoulder, her voice filled with concern. "Gumball, Mom said you're not feeling well. Do you need anything?"

Gumball's eyes shot open, and he sat up with a start, his heart racing. He hadn't expected them to check on him so soon. "I'm fine," he croaked, his voice thick with guilt. "Just a bit tired."

Darwin's gaze searched his brother's face, and for a moment, Gumball thought he could see right through his lie. But then he looked away, his expression shifting to one of sympathy. "It's okay," he said softly. "If you need anything, just let us know.

Meanwhile Nicole was in the kitchen. An apron tied around her slender waist, her denim cut off shorts hugging her round ass. She was humming to herself while stirring a pot. Her tail swishing playfully back and forth.

Her thoughts were elsewhere. She couldn’t help but replay the events from earlier. The way Gumball’s tongue had felt inside her, the way he had squirmed and gagged when she had climaxed. It had been so...naughty. It sent a thrill down her spine, making her clit throb all over again. She had never expected to find her son watching her, but she had to admit, it was quite the turn on.

Shaking her head, she tried to focus on dinner. But the image of her son’s face, twisted in a mix of disgust and arousal, kept popping up in her mind. She needed to check on him, make sure he was okay. And maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to continue this twisted game they had stumbled into. She set the spoon down with a clink and called out, "Honey, could you take over stirring this for a bit? I'm going to go check on Gumball. Make sure he's okay."

Richard wandered into the kitchen, his tie askew and his fur ruffled. He took the spoon from her hand, a question in his eyes. "Sure, babe," he said, his voice a little too casual. Nicole knew he didn't suspect anything, but the way he looked at her made her feel like a teenager sneaking out of the house for a rendezvous. She gave him a peck on the cheek, her hand lingering for a moment before pulling away.

Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she made her way to Gumball's room, her heart racing with anticipation. She pushed the door open gently, not wanting to startle him if he was truly asleep. The room was dark, save for the flicker of light from the TV playing a cartoon in the background. Gumball lay on his bed, his phone clutched in his hand, the screen reflecting off his fur.

"Hey Gummy poo, Mommys just wants to check on you, how are you feeling sweetie?"

Gumball's heart skipped a beat, the sound of Nicole's voice in his ear sending shivers down his spine. He had to force himself not to flinch as she leaned over him, the smell of her perfume mixing with the faint scent of her arousal from earlier. He swallowed hard, trying to push the images from his mind. "I'm fine, Mom," he mumbled, not meeting her gaze. "Just tired."

Nicole's eyes searched his face, her expression a mix of concern and something else—something that made him squirm with discomfort. "Aw, my little lovebug," she cooed, her voice dripping with sweetness. She reached out and placed her paw on his forehead, her thumb brushing gently against his fur as she felt for any sign of fever. Her touch was feather-light, but it felt like a brand searing into his soul.

"Mommy's here," she murmured, her hand moving to stroke his cheek. "Does Gumball have a boo-boo?"

Her voice was sugary sweet, a stark contrast to the fire in her eyes. Gumball felt the blood rush to his face, his body stiffening as her gaze dropped to his crotch. Before he could react, she had slipped her paw under the duvet and was gently squeezing his cock, which had started to harden again at the mere proximity of her touch. He tried to pull away, but she held firm, her grip tightening slightly.

"Ssssh, keep quiet," she whispered into his ear. Her fingers tightening around her son's dick, yanking it out of his pants. "Oh God, Mom, no" Gumball whimpered quietly.

Her eyes took in the sight of her son’s erection, standing tall and proud against the fabric of his underwear. The tip was a darker shade of pink, already glistening with precum.

Her paws felt warm and gentle around him as she began to stroke him in a slow, rhythmic motion. The skin of his cock was velvety soft, the veins pulsing under her touch.

Gumball's eyes grew wide with shock and disbelief as Nicole began to jerk him off, her movements sure and practiced despite the unthinkable situation. She watched him closely, her eyes gleaming with a dark excitement as she worked him, pumping his foreskin up and down, while his dick throbbed.

His cock was a deep shade of pink, standing at full attention, the tip glistening with a bead of precum. Nicole's paws, usually firm and commanding, were surprisingly gentle as they wrapped around his shaft. Her thumb circled the sensitive head, tracing the ridge of his glans with a soft pressure that made him bite his lip to stifle a moan.

Her other paw slid up to cover his mouth, silencing any protest he might have made. Her eyes bore into his, filled with a dark hunger that mirrored his own. Gumball's body was on fire, his mind racing with a mix of fear, disgust, and arousal that only served to fuel his unwanted reaction to her touch.

Nicole began to stroke him faster, her eyes never leaving his. She could feel his body tense up, his hips buckling slightly as he neared climax. He tried to fight it, to push her hand away, but her grip was unyielding. Her thumb pressed harder against the slit of his cock, spreading the precum and sending waves of pleasure through his body.

The sound of the TV in the background seemed to amplify the illicitness of the moment, the cartoon laughter a macabre counterpoint to Gumball's muffled whimpers. His eyes watered, his cheeks flushed, as he stared up at his mother in a mix of fear and arousal. He didn't want this, didn't want to feel good under her touch, but his body was betraying him.

Nicole's strokes grew more urgent, her thumb pressing into the slit of his cockhead with a firmness that spoke of experience. The sensation was exquisite, a pleasure-pain that made his toes curl and his tail quiver. Gumball's whimpers grew louder, despite his mother's hand clamped over his mouth, her furry paw muffling his sounds of distress.

Her eyes searched his, demanding submission, as she increased the pace of her strokes. His body was trembling, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He knew he was close, his balls drawing up tight against his body. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of fear and pleasure that he didn't understand.

Nicole's grip tightened around his cock, her paws moving with a precision that spoke of experience. She knew exactly how to push him to the brink and keep him there. "Mommy's got you," she murmured, her voice a sultry purr that sent shivers down his spine. "Just let go, baby. It's okay."

Gumball's eyes filled with tears, his body taut with the tension of his approaching climax. He could feel his cock swelling in her hand, the pressure building in his balls. It was wrong, so wrong, but he couldn't fight it. The feeling was too intense, too overpowering. He whimpered, his hips jerking involuntarily as he tried to resist the orgasm that was bearing down on him.

Nicole's tail swished back and forth, her eyes narrowed in concentration. She could see the internal battle playing out across Gumball's face—the fear, the confusion, the burgeoning lust. She knew she had him, knew she had broken through his resistance. Her strokes grew faster, her thumb swirling around the tip of his cock with a delicious cruelty that made him squirm.

Gumball's eyes darted to the door, desperate for a way out, but all he could do was whimper into the furry hand that silenced him. "No, Mom, please," he mumbled, his voice thick with desperation. But she didn't stop, didn't even flinch at his plea. Her eyes bore into his, a silent challenge that sent a bolt of terror down his spine.

Inside, his mind was a tumultuous storm of emotions. He was disgusted, horrified that his own mother was doing this to him. The woman who had held him as a newborn, who had taught him to walk and talk, who had tucked him into bed every night with a kiss. Yet, he couldn't deny the traitorous response of his body. His cock was pulsing, begging for release, and with every stroke, the feeling grew stronger.

The thought of her watching him, knowing what she was doing to him, was too much to handle. But he couldn’t stop it. His hips began to move in sync with her hand, his body betraying his mind. The room grew hazy, the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. He could feel the pressure building, his muscles tightening as he approached the precipice of orgasm.

He tried to push her hand away again, but she only tightened her grip, her strokes growing more insistent. "It's okay, baby," she murmured. "Mommy's got you. Let it go." Her voice was a siren's song, a seductive whisper that seemed to resonate through his very soul.

With a strangled cry, Gumball's body convulsed, and he came. Thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock, spattering against his stomach and chest. The warmth of his own release was almost too much to handle, a stark reminder of the depravity of what they had just done. Nicole's hand didn't stop moving, milking every last drop from him as he trembled with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

When it was over, she slowly withdrew her hand, her fur sticky with his cum. With a sly smile, she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress that made his stomach churn.

With a flick of her tail, she stood up, leaving Gumball a trembling mess on the bed. She made a hush gesture with her finger, a silent command for him to keep their secret. Then, she sauntered out of the room, her hips swaying with an unmistakable confidence. The click of her heels on the stairs was like a drumbeat echoing in his ears as he lay there, trying to comprehend what had just transpired.

In the kitchen, Nicole had plated up a dinner of chicken nuggets and tater tots, a smear of ketchup in the shape of a heart on the side. She arranged it carefully, placing a napkin and a glass of water next to it, her mind racing with the memories of what had just happened in her son's room. A mix of motherly love and something darker swirled in her chest as she carried the plate upstairs.

When she entered Gumball's room, his eyes were glued to the TV, his cheeks still flushed from their encounter. He didn't look at her, and she didn't expect him to. She set the plate down on the nightstand, the scent of the food a stark contrast to the musk of arousal that lingered in the air.

"Here you go, sweetie," Nicole said, her voice as bright and cheery as if nothing had changed. "Your favorite—chicken nuggets and tater tots, just how you like them. My widdle gummy wummy"

Gumball's stomach growled despite the knot of anxiety that had taken up residence there. He couldn't believe she was acting so normally after what they had just done. He forced himself to sit up, his legs shaky as he took the plate from her. The food looked so innocent, so mundane—just another dinner, except now it was forever tainted by the perverse turn their relationship had taken.

Nicole leaned in and kissed his cheek, her breath warm against his skin. "My little Gumball," she murmured, her voice dripping with affection. "Feeling better?"

Gumball nodded, unable to speak, his mouth dry as dust. He forced a smile as she turned to leave, the sound of her heels fading down the hall. The door clicked shut, and he was alone again, the weight of their secret pressing down on him like a heavy blanket.

Just as he was about to take a bite of his first nugget, the door creaked open again. In slipped Anais, her eyes wide and curious as she took in the scene. Behind her, Darwin hovered, his cheeks still flushed from the earlier discovery.

"Hey, Gumball, are you okay?" Anais's voice was filled with genuine concern. Gumball swallowed hard, trying to push down the bile rising in his throat. He had to act normal, had to pretend like nothing was wrong. He couldn't let them know what he'd just done.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he choked out, his voice sounding forced even to his own ears. "Just a bit tired."

Anais and Darwin exchanged a concerned look before they both climbed onto the bed, their weight making it dip slightly. Gumball's heart hammered in his chest, his cock still half-erect and sticky from his mother's touch. He quickly pulled the covers over himself, hoping they wouldn't notice the bulge under the sheets.

"Well, you kids take good care of Gumball now." Nicole hummed, getting up, her gaze lingered on Gumball as she gave him a wink.

The door clicked shut behind her, and Gumball was left with Anais and Darwin, who stared at him with a mix of curiosity and concern. Anais's eyes searched his face, noticing the flushed cheeks and the way he fidgeted with the bed sheets. Darwin was more transparent, his eyes darting to the phone on the bedside table, the screen still glowing with the OnlyFans logo.

Anais spoke up, her voice a gentle whisper. "What's wrong, Gumball?"

Gumball's throat felt tight, and he couldn't find the words to respond. The image of Nicole's furry paws around his cock was burned into his retinas, the feeling of her warm breath on his face as she had whispered to him playing on repeat in his mind. He managed a shaky nod. "It's nothing. A cold or something." His eyes darted around the room. "How about we catch a movie?

Darwin looked skeptical but nodded, his gaze lingering on the phone. "Sure, bro," he said, his voice tentative. Anais just nodded, her eyes still worried. They settled in, the TV's light flickering over their faces as they pretended to watch the movie.

Gumball's heart was racing, his mind a tornado of thoughts. He couldn't believe he'd just masturbated to his mother's content, and now here he was, with his siblings in the same room. Every laugh track from the TV show seemed to mock him, every crunch of a tater tot echoed through the silence like a gunshot.

As the minutes ticked by, Anais's eyelids grew heavy. Her head bobbed a few times before finally coming to rest on Gumball's shoulder. She snored lightly, her pink bunny nose twitching with every inhale. Darwin glanced over at the phone, his expression a mix of curiosity and horror. "So why are you still hanging around in OnlyFans?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the TV.

Gumball's heart skipped a beat. "It's just... I found some cool art tutorials," he lied, his voice quivering. "You know, like, how to draw anime girls. Stuff like that."

Darwin's eyes narrowed, and Gumball could almost see the gears turning in his little goldfish brain. "But why are you always on the same page?" Darwin pressed, his curiosity overcoming his usual gentle demeanor. "And why are you always so... tense when you're on it?"

Gumball's face grew hotter, his lie crumbling under the weight of his brother's scrutiny. "It's just... it's got the best tutorials, okay?" he squeaked, trying to keep his voice steady. But Darwin wasn't so easily fooled.

Darwin leaned closer, his eyes flicking from the phone to Gumball's crotch, where the bulge of his arousal was still visible. "Is that... is that Mom on your phone?" he whispered, his voice a mix of shock and revulsion.

Gumball's heart hammered against his ribs as he realized the jig was up. He frantically tried to think of a way to deflect Darwin's suspicion, his mind racing. "No, no, it's nothing," he stammered, trying to laugh it off. "Just... a funny meme." But his laugh sounded forced, hollow even to his own ears.

Darwin's expression remained unconvinced. "Let me see," he demanded, reaching for the phone. Gumball's hand shot out, a desperate attempt to keep his dark secret hidden. But his reflexes were slowed by guilt and fear, and Darwin snatched the device from his grasp.

The goldfish's eyes grew wide as they scanned over the screen, taking in the explicit images of Nicole in various stages of undress and arousal. "Oh my God," Darwin breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is that... is that really Mom?"

Gumball's panic skyrocketed. He lunged for the phone, his cheeks burning with a mix of shame and desperation. "Give it back!" he hissed, his voice low and frantic. "It's not what you think!"

But Darwin's grip was firm. "What is this, Gumball?" he asked, his voice shaking. "Why do you have photos of Mom like this?" His eyes were glued to the screen, taking in the explicit images of their mother with a mix of shock and horror.

Gumball's mind raced as he tried to come up with an excuse, his heart pounding in his chest. "It's... it's not what you think!" he stuttered, his hand hovering over the phone. "It's just... I found it by accident!"

But Darwin was too stunned to let go. His eyes darted up to meet Gumball's, and the blue cat could see the accusation in them, the horror dawning as the pieces clicked into place. "Remember when we first found out about Mom's OnlyFans?" Darwin whispered, his voice trembling. "You had to make an account to see this stuff. You had to pay to see her... do those things."

Just then, a soft snort interrupted their tense exchange. Anais stirred in her sleep, her eyes fluttering open to find the two brothers locked in a silent battle over the phone. "What's going on?" she mumbled, blinking blearily.

Darwin's hand shot up, slapping the screen off before she could see anything incriminating. He handed the phone back to Gumball with a look that was a blend of shock, horror, and accusation. "It's nothing," Gumball said quickly, his voice strained. "Just a... a glitch on my phone."

They sat in silence, the TV's laugh track echoing through the room like a hollow mockery of their situation. The movie played on, but none of them were really watching it anymore. Gumball's mind was racing with thoughts of what to say, how to explain, how to convince Darwin that it was all a mistake, a misunderstanding. But the words wouldn't come.

"Dude, why did you subscribe?" Darwin whispered, leaning against Gumball's ear so Anais wouldn't hear.

Gumball swallowed hard, the taste of Nicole's juices still lingering in his mouth. "I don't know," he murmured back, his voice tight. "It just... I just wanted to see."

Darwin sat back, his eyes wide with disbelief. "But she's our mom," he whispered, his voice shaking. "That's not right, Gumball."

Gumball nodded, his throat tight. "I know," he murmured, his eyes darting to Anais, who was now fully awake and looking at them both with confusion. "But it's just... it's complicated."

Just then, the door swung open, and Nicole stepped into the room, wearing nothing but a crop top that barely covered her ample breasts and a pair of lacy panties that left little to the imagination. Her fur was fluffed up, and she had a mischievous glint in her eye as she took in the tense atmosphere. "Alright, party animals," she said, her voice light and playful. "Looks like it's time for bed."

Gumball and Darwin exchanged terrified glances, their hearts pounding in their chests. Nicole's outfit was so, so... revealing. Gumball couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal mixed with dread as he saw the swell of her breasts, the outline of her hardened nipples pressing against the fabric. Darwin's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles turning white.

"Come on, darling," Nicole cooed, her voice a siren's call. "You've had a long day playing with Gummy and Darwin." She scooped up Anais into her arms, the little bunny's eyes heavy with sleep. Anais yawned and rubbed her eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "But Mommy, I'm not tired."

Nicole chuckled, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, I know you're not, but it's time for little bunnies to hop off to bed." She glanced over at the boys, her smile widening into a knowing smirk. "You two should get some sleep. School tomorrow, remember?"

They both nodded, their eyes glued to her as she sauntered out of the room, her hips swaying with an exaggerated grace that had their mouths watering. The fabric of her crop top stretched taut over her rounded buttocks, and the lace of her panties teased the outline of her firm ass cheeks. Her tail swished from side to side in a mesmerizing pattern, and the sight of it was almost too much for Gumball to bear.

"Mom is kinda hot huh?" Darwin murmured.

"Yeah," Gumball huffed dreamily.

"Dude!" Darwin stared at him in disbelief, "I was just kidding, what the fuck?"

Gumball's heart stopped as the words left Darwin's mouth. He'd never heard his brother swear like that before, and it was a stark contrast to the gentle, empathetic soul he knew him to be. But the horror in his voice was unmistakable.

"Darwin, it's not what you think," Gumball whispered desperately, his eyes pleading. "I don't know what came over me, I just... I was curious, okay?"

"Dude, you have the hots for mom." Darwin gasped accusingly.

Gumball felt his heart sink into his stomach. He had been caught in the most embarrassing and taboo situation possible. "What? No!" he protested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Darwin's wide-eyed gaze bore into him, a mix of shock and accusation. "You're lying," he murmured, his voice cold and flat. "I saw how you were looking at her, and now you've got her OnlyFans on your phone. It's sick, Gumball. Just... sick."

Gumball's cheeks burned with a mix of shame and anger. "You looked too, Darwin," he shot back, his voice low and defensive. "Don't act like you're not just as curious as me."

Darwin's eyes narrowed. "I didn't subscribe to her feed," he hissed. "That's different. That's... that's fucking weird, Gumball."

Gumball felt his ears flatten against his head as he looked away, unable to meet his brother's gaze. "I know," he murmured. "But... I just wanted to know. What it was like, you know? It's not like I was planning on doing anything."

"Eeeeeeeeeeew!" Darwin winced.

"Oh my god, no you didn't. Did you?" Darwin stared at him, his gills flaring in disbelief.

"Oh my freaking god, you did! Dude, she's our freaking mom!"

Gumball swallowed hard, his eyes flicking to the doorway, fearful that their mother would hear their hushed exchange. "It's not like that," he whispered, his voice strained. "I just... I mean are we just supposed to ignore what mom is doing?"

Darwin's expression softened slightly, the horror in his eyes fading to confusion. "Yeah, I guess," he murmured, looking down at his hands. "It's just... it's weird, you know?"

Gumball nodded, his cheeks still flaming with embarrassment. "Yeah," he agreed, trying to keep his voice steady. "But we can't let it change how we see her, right?" He forced a smile, hoping to lighten the mood. "I mean, she's still our mom, and she's awesome."

Darwin's expression didn't change, his eyes still wide with shock. "But what if she finds out?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "What if she sees that we know?"

Gumball swallowed hard, his mind racing. He knew his brother was right; the situation was far from normal, but he couldn't bear the thought of losing his mother's love and respect. "Look," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "Let's just keep this between us, okay?"

Darwin looked at him for a long moment before finally nodding, his eyes filled with a mix of disgust and concern. "Okay," he murmured. "But you've got to promise me you won't... you know, do that again."

"Do what?" Gumball asked accusingly, trying to deflect the guilt that was building inside him.

Darwin's gaze didn't waver. "You know," he murmured, his voice a mix of horror and accusation. "What you did with Mom's OnlyFans."

Gumball felt the blood drain from his face. "Dude, I swear, it did not!" he exclaimed, his voice high-pitched and frantic. "I just... I was looking at it out of curiosity, that's all!"

Darwin stared at him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he nodded. "Okay," he murmured, his voice still thick with shock. "But if you ever do anything like that again, I'll tell everyone, got it?"

"Dude, I didn't, jeez how could you even think that?!" Gumball croaked.

"Fine," Darwin said, his voice a mix of doubt and disgust. "But if you're lying..."

Gumball's heart raced as he felt the weight of Darwin's accusation. "I'm not!" he exclaimed, his voice shaky and unconvincing. But the look in his brother's eyes told him that Darwin didn't believe him, not entirely.

With a sigh, Gumball flopped back onto the couch, his mind reeling with the implications of their conversation. He had never felt so conflicted in his life. He didn't want to betray Darwin, but he also couldn't ignore the powerful desires that had taken hold of him ever since he'd discovered Nicole's secret.

Darwin stood up, his legs wobbly with the intensity of his emotions. "I'm going to bed," he murmured, his voice low and tight. "We'll talk about this tomorrow."

Gumball nodded, his eyes still glued to the doorway, his thoughts a tumultuous mess of guilt and lust. He watched his brother's back as he disappeared into the hallway, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the house. He was alone again, his secret hanging heavy in the air like a thick fog.

The scene abruptly switched to Nicole, who had just finished tucking Anais into bed. She padded softly down the hallway, her plump ass bouncing gently with each step she took. Her fur was smooth and sleek, and the crop top she wore clung to her curves, emphasizing her full breasts and the tight waist that flared out into those wide, tempting hips. Her tail swished behind her like a seductive pendulum.

Richard, sprawled out on the bed, snored lightly, oblivious to the approaching storm. He was a stark contrast to the sleek and predatory figure that was his wife, his bulging belly and furry legs sticking out from under the covers, his boxers tented with the promise of something more substantial beneath them.

Nicole, the very picture of seduction, crept into the room like a cat stalking its prey. She moved with a grace that belied her size, her every motion a silent symphony of lust. Her fur glowed in the dim light from the hallway, casting an erotic shadow across the bed as she approached her slumbering husband.

With a wicked smile playing across her lips, she slid onto the bed, her movements deliberate and calculated. She hovered over Richard's form, her eyes glinting with mischief as she reached for the waistband of his boxers. She tugged gently, her claws grazing his skin, and he stirred, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt her touch. "Mmmmh... Mommy needs a little supper before bed."

Her fur, now slick with anticipation, shimmered in the dim light as she revealed his half-erect member. Nicole's eyes widened with hunger, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She wrapped her hand around his cock, her grip firm and knowing as she began to stroke him to full hardness. Richard's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers, his face a mask of surprise and arousal.

"H-hey," he murmured sleepily, his voice thick with desire. "What's going on?"

"Mommy's just come to give you a little something," she purred, her voice low and sultry. She leaned down, her warm breath ghosting across his cock as she took him in her mouth. Richard's eyes rolled back in his head as he let out a deep, guttural groan.

Her tongue danced around the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum that beaded at the tip. She licked and swirled, savoring the feel of his velvety skin on her tongue, the veins pulsing beneath her gentle ministrations. His shaft grew harder, filling her mouth with the promise of what was to come. Her eyes never left his as she took him deeper, her throat working to accommodate his girth, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.

The string of precum grew longer as she pulled away, a gossamer thread connecting her mouth to his straining erection. It glistened in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, a tantalizing bridge of desire. She watched him, her eyes filled with a fiery hunger that matched the heat building between her own legs. She felt a thrill of power as she held his gaze, knowing that she could bring him to his knees with just the right combination of suction and pressure.

"Richie poo?" She purred up at him, her tongue licking up along his throbbing shaft coaxing more pree out of him.
"Remember that time we got a little drunk and you put it up my bum?"

"Oh, why are you bringing that up again?" Richard mumbled, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He tried to push her head away, but she held firm, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin. "I said I was sorry."

Nicole flicked her tongue off the tip of his dick. Flicking some pree into the air. And turned around, lifting her tail and pulling her butcheeks apart showing him her pink star. "I want you to fuck me in the ass Richie, fuck me in the ass like you did that time"

Richard's eyes widened, the memory of that wild night coming back to him in a rush of heat. He could see the desire in Nico's eyes, the way they gleamed with mischief and need. He couldn't deny that the idea of taking her in such a lewd way made his cock throb with excitement. He nodded, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Okay, baby," he murmured, his hand shaking as he reached for the lube on the nightstand.

With trembling fingers, he squeezed a generous amount onto his cock, watching as it glistened in the low light. Nicole's asshole was tight, a pink bud that puckered deliciously as he approached. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the moment of penetration. He knew it would be tight, that she would be tight, but the thrill of doing something so kinky only spurred him on.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he pressed the tip of his cock against her tight ring. She gasped as he began to push inside, her muscles resisting for a brief moment before giving way. He watched in awe as the head of his cock disappeared into her, the sight of it making his heart race and his cock throb with excitement. He could feel the warmth of her body enveloping him, the tightness of her sphincter gripping him like a vice.

With a gentle touch, Richard reached for her tail, wrapping his hand around the base as if it were a handle. He used it to guide her closer, the tip of his cock nudging deeper with each movement. Nicole moaned softly, her body tensing as he inched further into her, the sensation both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing. The lube made it easier, but the stretch was still intense, a delicious burn that made her pussy throb with desire.

"Ah yeah, Daddy," Nicole moaned, clenching around his throbbing cock.

With a firm grip on her tail, Richard began to push in deeper, feeling her tight asshole stretch and accommodate him. Nicole's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the pressure build, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. She could feel the thick veins on his shaft pulsing with each inch that slid in, her body stretching to its limits. Her breath hitched as he hit her prostate, sending waves of pleasure through her core that made her pussy dribble with excitement.

"Ah yes fuck me harder!"

Richard's grip tightened on her tail as he pushed himself deeper into Nicole's tight, quivering asshole. The sight of her pink star stretched around his cock was almost too much to handle, but he was determined to give her what she craved. He began to thrust with more vigor, watching as her cheeks wobbled with every forceful stroke. Her asshole was a perfect fit, tight and warm, and the way it clenched around him was driving him wild.

Nicole's moans grew louder with each thrust, her body rocking back against him, pushing him deeper. He could feel her insides contracting around him, her butt muscles trying to milk him, to bring him closer to the edge. He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against her, the sound echoing through the quiet room.

Her buttcheeks wobbled with every thrust, a mesmerizing sight that had Richard's eyes glued to the point of penetration. Each cheek jiggled in its own rhythm, a dance of flesh that hypnotized him. He watched as his cock disappeared into her, the pink star stretching and reforming around his shaft with each withdrawal. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of her, the way her tail curled with every moan as he plowed his thick throbbing dick into her pink stretching butthole.

Nicole began to push back against him, her inner walls contracting in a silent plea for more. Her moans grew more insistent, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room. She clenched her asshole around the base of his cock, milking him with each upstroke, her muscles rippling with the effort. The sensation was exquisite, a tight, wet heat that seemed to suck him in deeper with every move. She smirked over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous light as she met his gaze, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in a lewd gesture that spoke volumes about her enjoyment.

The bed rocked with their rhythm, a testament to their passion. The room was filled with the slap of skin on skin, the wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of her ass, and the occasional gasp or moan that escaped her lips. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, a musky tang that seemed to cling to every surface, heightening the intensity of the moment.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, Richard erupted inside her. Thick globs of cum shot up her ass, filling her to the brim and spilling out around his cock. Nicole's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the hot flood of his seed, her body responding with a series of spasms that had her toes curling. She clenched her ass around him, her muscles contracting to milk every last drop from his throbbing member. Her tight asshole slid down to the base of his cock, then clenched. Milking him as she pulled upwards, squeezing the last drips of cum out of him like a toothpaste tube.

The sight was nothing short of obscene, a visual symphony of depravity that had Richard's knees trembling. He slumped back onto the bed, his cock slipping out of her gaping asshole with a wet pop, a trail of cum connecting them like a lewd bridge of lust. Nicole turned to face him, her eyes glazed with pleasure, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink.

Nicole's expression shifted from bliss to shock as a gust of wind escaped her asshole. A wet, sloppy fart echoed through the room, the sound bouncing off the walls and reverberating in their ears. Cum spurted out of her asshole, propelled by the sudden release of pressure, landing in sticky blobs on the bedcovers.

Richard couldn't help himself; the absurdity of the moment hit him like a freight train, and he burst into laughter. His body shook with the force of it, tears streaming down his face. "Oh, baby," he gasped, trying to compose himself, "I'm sorry, but... that was just... too much!"

Nicole, however, was not amused. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she stared at him, her eyes narrowing to slits. "What's so funny?" she snapped, her voice tight with humiliation. She reached for the tissue box on the nightstand, wiping the cum from her asshole with shaky hands.

Richard couldn't hold back the laughter any longer. It bubbled up from his chest, a deep, belly laugh that shook the bed. "I'm sorry, sweetie," he gasped, wiping tears from his eyes. "It's just... it's never happened like that before!"

Nicole, initially taken aback, couldn't help but see the humor in the situation. She rolled her eyes and playfully tackled him, her soft breasts pressing into his chest. "You're such a child," she giggled, pushing him down onto the bed.

Her hands found his sides, her fingers digging into his tender flesh as she tickled him mercilessly. Richard's laughter grew louder, his body convulsing with the joy of the moment. "Okay, okay!" he gasped, trying to fight her off. "I'm sorry!" But his words only spurred her on, her laughter joining his as she watched him squirm.

The next morning, the sun streamed through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the Watterson household. Gumball and Darwin were sound asleep in their shared bedroom, their dreams filled with the echoes of the passionate sounds that had filtered through the walls the night before. It was a soundtrack that had become all too familiar to them, a stark contrast to the innocent cartoons they watched before bedtime.

The door to their room swung open with a squeak, and in breezed Nicole, her toned abs and the soft swell of her breasts peeking out from the crop top she hadn't bothered to change after her rendezvous with Richard. Her lace panties clung to her hips, hinting at the secrets she had shared with the camera, and with Gumball, the previous night.

"Morning boys, time for school!"

Nicole's cheerful voice pierced the early morning silence, her energetic footsteps echoing down the hallway. Gumball and Darwin groaned in unison, their eyes fluttering open to the sight of their mother standing in the doorway, looking as fresh and put-together as ever. Despite the awkwardness of the night before, she had the same vibrant energy that she brought to her morning routine, the same energy that had become a staple of their lives.

Gumball couldn't help but feel a knot tighten in his stomach as he watched her sway her hips seductively as she walked towards the closet, the crop top riding up to reveal the tantalizing curve of her lower back. Her barely-there panties hugged the swell of her ass, leaving little to the imagination. He averted his gaze, trying to ignore the conflicting emotions that surged within him.

Darwin, still oblivious to the events of the night, stretched languidly, his eyes blinking sleepily. "What's for breakfast?" he yawned.

"The usual," Nicole replied with a wink, her voice dripping with a hint of something unspoken. Gumball felt his heart rate spike, the memory of her naked body writhing in pleasure on the bed playing like a loop in his mind. He tried to push the images away, focusing instead on the mundane task of getting dressed. He pulled on his socks, feeling the fabric slide over his toes, the elastic band snapping into place around his ankles with a comforting finality.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Richard stumbled into the kitchen, his eyes still half-closed with sleep. He shuffled over to the coffee machine, his oversized slippers slapping against the tiles. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of sex that still lingered from the night's events. He poured two cups, adding a spoonful of sugar to one and a dollop of creamer to the other, just the way Nicole liked it. As he stirred, his mind drifted back to the previous night's encounter, his cock giving an involuntary twitch at the thought of her tight asshole around him. He chuckled to himself, feeling a renewed sense of vigor.

In the living room, Anais was already dressed and ready, her little pink backpack sitting by the door. She looked up at Gumball with a knowing smile, her eyes sparkling with the mischief. They all sat down around the breakfast table. Nicole scooped freshly made waffles onto their plates as she hummed cheerfully.

Gumball felt his cheeks flush as Nicole's foot slid under the table and found his crotch. He tried to ignore the gentle stroking motion she made with her toes, the way they danced over the fabric of his pants. She was teasing him, playing with him like a cat with a toy mouse. His cock began to swell, the pressure building. He glanced up at her, expecting to find a smug smile on her face, but she was focused on serving the waffles, her expression as innocent as a spring daisy.

Darwin and Anais chartered away, oblivious to the silent game being played beneath the table. Gumball's mind raced, trying to think of something, anything, to distract himself from the sensation. He took a bite of his waffle, the sweetness and crunch doing little to dispel the heat spreading through his body. He chewed mechanically, his eyes flicking down to his plate, anywhere but on Nicole's knowing gaze.

Anais was the first to finish, her little mouth moving a mile a minute as she recounted a story from kindergarten. Nicole listened with feigned interest, her foot never once stopping its tantalizing dance. "Okay, sweetie," she said, standing up and moving behind Anais. "Let's get you ready for school."

With deft hands, she helped her daughter into her coat, the fabric sliding over her small shoulders like a second skin. Anais giggled as Nicole tied her shoes, her eyes shining with excitement for the day ahead. "Thank you, Mama," she said, throwing her arms around Nicole's waist and giving her a tight squeeze.

Nicole ruffled Anais' hair gently before turning to Richard. She kissed him lingeringly, her tongue sliding over his teeth, her hand sliding down to give his cock a playful squeeze through his pants. He groaned into her mouth, his own desire stirring once more. "I'll see you after work," she murmured against his lips, her breath warm and sweet with the scent of maple syrup.

Gumball, his cheeks still flushed from the morning's encounter, fumbled with his backpack, trying to ignore the obvious bulge in his pants. Darwin looked at him quizzically. "You okay, man?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

"Yeah," Gumball mumbled, his voice tight with arousal and anxiety. "Just a... growth spurt."

Richard's eyes narrowed as he took a sip of his coffee, the mug clinking against the countertop. "A growth spurt, huh?" He looked Gumball up and down, the crease between his brows deepening. "You look a bit... flushed, buddy. Are you sure you're not coming down with something?"

Gumball forced a laugh, his voice shakier than he intended. "Nah, I'm just... hot." He tugged at the collar of his sweater, his heart thumping in his chest. He couldn't bring himself to look at Nicole, afraid that his gaze would betray his secret. "I guess I'll go get some fresh air before we leave."

Nicole's eyes flicked to him, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She stepped closer, pinching him by the scruff of his neck. "Uh-uh," she said, her grip firm but gentle. "You still don't look well." Her thumb traced the line of his jaw, her touch sending a bolt of electricity straight to his groin. "Maybe you need a little... extra attention."

Gumball's stomach twisted as he watched his family leave, their footsteps fading into the distance. He screamed internally, the pressure building up like a volcano about to erupt. He had to get out of here, away from the smoldering lava of his own desires that threatened to consume him. But he couldn't just leave, not without giving them a proper goodbye. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

Darwin looked back, a question in his eyes. Gumball forced a smile, waving them off with a casualness he didn't feel. "See ya!" he called out, his voice a shade too bright. Darwin nodded and turned away, the door closing behind him. The house suddenly felt eerily quiet, the only sounds the faint ticking of the clock and the distant honk of a car.

Nicole approached him, her movements fluid and graceful as always. She placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm but reassuring. "Don't worry, Mommy's gonna take care of her little Gummy Wummy," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. Her other hand began to massage the tense muscles of his neck, her thumbs pressing into the knots that had formed.

Gumball swallowed hard, his body responding to her touch despite his internal turmoil. "What do you mean?" he managed to ask, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Nicole's smirk grew into a full-fledged smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and desire. "I guess we'll be doing a bit of homeschooling today," she huffed, her hand sliding down to grip his wrist, her thumb brushing against the pulse point. She tugged him gently but insistently towards his bedroom, her hips swaying with a purposeful allure that was impossible to resist.

Once inside, she closed the door with a firm click that echoed through the room, the sound sending a shiver down Gumball's spine. She turned to face him, her eyes raking over his body with a hunger that made his knees weak. "Today's lesson," she began, her voice a sultry purr, "is going to be about biology." She stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his chest, making him gasp. "Very... intimate biology," she added, her breath hot against his ear.

Gumball's protests grew weaker as she began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers deft and sure. He tried to push her away, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and arousal. "M-mom," he stuttered, "we can't—"

But Nicole's only response was a low chuckle, her eyes dark with desire. She leaned in, pressing her body against his, the heat of her fur searing through his clothes. Her hand slid down to his crotch, her fingers curling around his cock, which was now fully erect and straining against the fabric of his pants. "Oh, Gumball," she whispered, her breath hot and moist against his neck. "You're so much like your father."

Her words were a slap in the face, but the sensation of her hand on his cock was too much to resist. He moaned despite himself, his body betraying his mind's screams of protest. She began to stroke him gently, her thumb tracing the outline of his head, her palm cupping his balls with a possessive firmness. He could feel his resolve slipping away, his body responding to her touch with a desperation that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Nicole's teeth grazed his earlobe as she whispered, "You see, Gumball, your mother is a woman with needs. And you're going to help me with those needs." She pushed him down onto the bed, her strength surprising him. He watched as she slithered out of her own clothes, revealing her naked body. Her breasts were firm and round, her pussy clean-shaven and glistening with arousal.

Gumball felt a mix of fear and excitement, his body reacting to the situation despite his mind's protests. He knew he should stop her, but every fiber of his being was screaming to let her continue. She straddled him, her wetness coating his stomach as she positioned herself over his erect cock. "Just relax," she soothed, her eyes locked with his. "Let Mommy show you how much she loves you."

He felt the tip of his cock brush against her opening, and his fear spiked. "M-Mom, we can't do this," he stuttered, his voice a desperate whisper. "You're... you're my mom."

Her eyes bore into his, the pupils dilated with desire. "Shh," she murmured, placing a finger to his lips. "We're just exploring, that's all." She began to lower herself onto him, inch by torturous inch. "You're not a little boy anymore, Gumball."

The head of his cock breached her folds, the warm, wet embrace making him gasp. His body was on fire, his mind a battleground of fear and lust. He wanted to push her away, to scream that this was wrong, but his hips betrayed him, bucking up to meet her. She let out a low moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she took him deeper, her walls clenching around him.

Gumball's eyes went wide with shock, his heart racing in his chest. He was a child, a little boy, not some sexual being capable of this. Yet here he was, his mother's pussy enveloping him, her slickness coating his shaft as she began to ride him. He could feel every inch of her, the softness and heat of her flesh, the way she tightened around him as she moved. It was terrifying and exhilarating, a rush of sensation that he had never felt before.

He tried to push her away, his hands trembling with the effort, but Nicole was too strong. Her grip on his wrists was firm, her hips rocking back and forth with a determination that made his head spin. "Mom, please," he whimpered, his voice high and thin with fear. But she just leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest, and whispered, "You like it, don't you?"

The truth was, Gumball didn't know what he liked anymore. His body was a traitor, responding to his mother's touch with an eagerness that shamed him. He could feel his cock thickening, his hips rising to meet hers, his own moan escaping his lips. It was wrong, so wrong, but the sensation was undeniable. Her pussy was tight and wet, sliding over him like silk, the friction making him feel like he was going to explode.

Nicole noticed the change in his resistance and took advantage, her movements becoming more deliberate, more sensual. She leaned down, her breasts brushing his chest, and whispered, "Look at me, Gumball." Her eyes searched his, looking for something, anything that would give her the go-ahead. And despite his fear, despite the voice in his head screaming at him to stop, he couldn't look away. Her gaze was like a magnet, pulling him in, making him feel small and vulnerable.
"I'm fucking my little boy," sighed under her breath then looked down at him hesitating.

"Gummy sweetie...? Do you want Mommy to stop?" The anticipation and tension made her want him even more.

"Mm Mom...?" Was all Gumball was able to stutter, looking up at her with fear and
Arousal.

"Just tell me and I'll stop, ok?"

He could feel the tip of his hard throbbing cock grace her warm wet pussylips. She slid back letting the tip slide barely in between her folds coating it with her juices. His dick stood pointed at his own mothers pussy. The same pussy that had given birth to him.

"No." He huffed, trembling beneath her.

"No, what? Sweetie? She asked, nervously.

"D...Don't,...sss stoppp," Gumball moaned softly. His boyhood throbbing so hard she could feel the heat emanating off each pulsating vein.

"Alright then," she huffed as a matter of fact. Her wet pussy lowered on to him. The vet velvet of her folds enveloping the head of his dick.

He winced as she slid further down, each bump and fold of her sliding against him.

He couldn't believe it, it was the first time he had ever felt a pussy around his dick. First time he had ever fucked and it was his own mothers sweet pussy that clenched tight around him.

"You like that my little gummy bear?" She asked as she felt his dick stretching her wide open. The head of his cock was now nestled deep within her warm wetness.
"Mmm Mom, it feels amazing," he blushed, too embarrassed to even look up at her.

Her hand gently caressed his cheek as she leaned in closer to him. "It's okay baby, Mommy's here." She whispered as she began to grind herself on top of him. His cock was now buried deep within her, stretching her pussy walls with each rocking motion she made.

Gumball's eyes were wide with shock and arousal as he watched his mother's pussy engulf his cock, the soft folds of her sex hugging his shaft tightly. The sight of his own erection disappearing inside her was mesmerizing, and he couldn't tear his gaze away as she began to move faster, her hips rolling and bouncing with an increasing rhythm. Each time she came down, her clit smacked against his pelvis, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.

Her breath grew ragged as she asked, "Do you want it harder, baby?"

Gumball could barely nod, his body a maelstrom of conflicting sensations. The weight of her on top of him was almost suffocating, yet he found himself nodding in silent agreement. He didn't know if he could handle more, but something deep within him craved it. Nicole took that as her cue, her grip on his wrists tightening as she pushed him down into the mattress. Her hips began to move with a fervor that seemed almost primal, her pussy clenching around his cock with each powerful thrust.

He could feel her wetness dripping down his shaft, her juices mixing with the sweat that was now pooling on his stomach. Her breasts bobbed with the rhythm, their pink tips grazing his chest, adding to the sensory overload that was threatening to consume him. His cock felt like it was being milked by an expert, her inner muscles rippling and contracting in a dance that was both painful and exquisite.

As Nicole picked up the pace, her breath grew ragged, her chest heaving with each exhale. She threw her head back, exposing her neck to him, and he couldn't resist the urge to lean up and kiss it. His mouth found her pulse point, and he sucked, feeling her body respond with a shiver. Her hands let go of his wrists, and he didn't waste a second. He reached up, cupping one of her breasts, the soft mound fitting perfectly in his hand. Her nipple was hard, begging for his attention, and he didn't disappoint. He took it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before biting down gently. She moaned, her movements becoming more erratic, her pussy spasming around him.

Her breasts smothered him, their warmth and weight enveloping his face as she leaned down. He could feel the heat of her fur, the rapid beat of her heart beneath his palms as he fondled her. His tongue danced across her flesh, tasting her sweetness, feeling the weight of her body pressing down on him. Her nipples were like little pebbles, hard and sensitive, and he teased them mercilessly, rolling them between his teeth, flicking them with his tongue. She moaned louder, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

He purred loudly, sucking on her nipple like a kitten. She couldn't help but smile down at her kitten feeding on her breast while she slid up and down her son's cock.

His purrs sent vibrations through her breast as he suckled. His paws clutching at her breast, pushing and kneading.

With a soft "Miao," Gumball's body tensed up, and he felt the warmth of what little he could release flood into her. He meowd softly into her breast as he squirted his seed inside her, his body shaking with the intensity of his first climax. Nicole's eyes widened as she felt the heat and wetness fill her, a sense of victory mixed with a hint of surprise.

He was suckling her just like he had done when he was a baby. The fondness of the memories mixed with the lewd act when she slid up and down his still hard spurting cock. She felt a twinge of guilt come over her, nestling in her throat. Before she could dwell on it she felt the walls of her pussy contract and shake, milking the last drops of cum out of him. She threw her head back and moaned. Feeling her pussy shake with violent contractions, squirting all over her little boy's cock and balls.

As he finished, Nicole took a moment to steady herself on the wall, her legs shaking slightly from the intensity of her climax. She looked down at him, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, and asked, "How was that, baby?" Her voice was slightly shaky, hoping she hadn't scarred him for life.

Gumball swallowed hard, his cheeks burning red. He felt like he had just crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and yet, there was a strange sense of relief mixed with guilt. He managed to croak out, "It was... it was awesome." His voice was barely more than a whisper, but the tone was filled with awe and a hint of fear at what he had just done.

Nicole leaned down and kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth, tasting him. He responded tentatively, unsure of how to handle the situation. She whispered, "Thank you, baby. That was everything I needed."

Her words echoed in his mind as she rolled off him, her warmth leaving his body feeling cold. He stared up at the ceiling, his thoughts racing. "I just fucked my mom," he thought, his heart thumping wildly in his chest. It felt like a fever dream, something that couldn't be real. Yet, the sticky warmth between his legs was a stark reminder of what had just transpired.

Nicole leaned over to kiss his cheek, her eyes filled with a strange mix of love and satisfaction. "Why don't you rest for a bit, sweetheart?" she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. Gumball nodded mutely, unable to find the words to respond. She slid off the bed, her naked body glistening with sweat, and padded out of the room, her hips swaying slightly. The door clicked shut behind her, leaving him in a silence that was deafening.

Gumball's chest felt tight, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. He sat up, the sheets sticking to his damp skin as he tried to process what had just happened. Panic began to set in, his mind racing with thoughts of what he had done, the lines he had crossed. He stumbled to his feet, his legs shaking, and began to pace the room. "Oh my God," he whispered to himself, his voice trembling. "What the fuck did I just do? I fucked my own mom."

He stared at his phone, the screen dark, the OnlyFans app closed but the memory of his mother's account burned into his retinas. His heart pounded in his ears like a drum, the room spinning around him. "This is so wrong," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "What if someone finds out? What will Darwin say? What will Dad say?" He clutched his hair, his eyes squeezed shut. "And what about Anais?" The thought of his little sister brought a fresh wave of nausea crashing over him.

He could hear Nicole talking in the next room, her voice spinning sweet and seductive. It was like a siren's song, drawing him in despite his horror. His curiosity piqued, he tiptoed over to the door and pressed his ear against it, trying to make out the conversation.

"Hi everyone," she cooed into the camera, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thank you so much for joining me today. I've got a little surprise for you."

Gumball's heart stopped. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed Nicole sneaking up behind him. She threw the door open and grabbed him, pulling him into the room before he could even register what was happening. His eyes went wide with shock as he found himself face-to-face with her audience, his mother's hand wrapped firmly around his wrist.

"Come here, Gumball," she purred, her grin wicked and playful. "I want to introduce you to my friends."

Gumball's heart hammered in his chest as he struggled against her grip, his eyes darting to the screen. Her audience was live, watching and waiting, their messages scrolling in a blur of excitement and anticipation. He felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead as she tugged him closer to the camera, his body stiff with fear.

"Mom, no," he protested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't do this."

Nicole ignored him, her eyes locked onto the camera as she pulled him closer. He felt the warmth of her thighs against his, the slickness of her pussy juices still coating his cock and balls as she sat him down on her lap. "This is my little boy Gumball?" she said to the camera, her voice syrupy sweet and dripping with innuendo. "Isn't he just adorable?" Gumball's eyes widened as she leaned in and kissed his cheek, her breath hot against his ear.

He struggled against her, his heart racing as he tried to pull away, but she was too strong, her arms like steel bands around his waist. He felt the heat from the camera lights baking his skin, and the room felt suddenly smaller, more suffocating. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he saw the lewd comments from her viewers, their excitement growing with each second that he was in the frame. He could feel the panic rising in his throat, choking him.

"Now now my little Gummy bear" she cooed softly, leaning her cheek against him. "Why don't you say hello to Mommy's friends?"

Gumball felt trapped, his heart racing and his mind racing even faster. He looked into the camera and forced a smile, trying to play along. "Hi," he mumbled awkwardly, his voice cracking with fear and embarrassment.

The chat exploded with lewd comments and emojis, the words "so cute" and "so fuckable" flashing across the screen. His stomach turned as he heard the strangers praise his body, his mother's hand sliding down his back to squeeze his butt cheek. One user wrote, "Mrs. Watterson, you're so lucky to have such a handsome son," while another added, "I'd love to see him in action."

"See Gummywummy,"

Nicole cooed, her hands roaming over his body as if he were a prized possession on display. She snuggled closer, her large breasts squishing against his back as she wrapped her arms around his chest, her hands sliding down to cup his crotch. He could feel her warmth, her breath on his neck as she whispered sweet nothings into his ear, her voice a mix of maternal affection and seductive purr. "They just love you. Can't you tell?"

Gumball's eyes were glued to the screen, watching the chat go wild as the user's message popped up: "Mrs. Watterson, can you turn him around so I can see his cute little butt?" His heart skipped a beat, and he tried to protest, but Nicole was already in motion, her hands firmly gripping his waist as she spun him around. His cheeks burned as the cool air hit his ass, his tail twitching nervously.

"Now now, Gumball," Nicole whispered, her breath warm on his neck. "Let's not be shy, shall we?" She leaned back, giving the camera a full view of his round, plump butt. "Mom please no!" Gumball's eyes grew wide with horror as she spread his butt cheeks apart, revealing his tight pink hole. His whimpers grew louder as the room seemed to heat up even more, the anticipation of the audience palpable.

The chat exploded with lewd comments and suggestions, one user in particular demanding to see him penetrated. Nicole's eyes narrowed at the screen, her grip on him tightening protectively. "Oh no, sweetie," she said firmly, her voice carrying a hint of motherly concern. "Mommy won't let anyone do that to you." She leaned in closer, her breath hot in his ear.

Gumball felt a mix of relief and terror as she spun the chair around, blocking the camera's view of his nakedness. His heart hammered in his chest, his eyes searching hers for an answer to the unspoken question. Her expression softened, the seductive mask slipping for just a moment, revealing a mother's love and regret.

"I'm sorry, baby," Nicole whispered, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "I didn't mean to scare you like that." She stroked his cheek gently, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "But you see," she began to explain, her voice softer now, "this is my job. This is how I provide for us."

Gumball's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of the woman he knew as his mother, not the sexual being on the screen. He saw it, a flicker of remorse, a hint of the Nicole he knew and loved. He nodded, understanding dawning in his eyes. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart.

The chatter in the chat grew more intense as a user with a golden name tag typed in all caps, "I'LL GIVE YOU 200 BUCKS FOR THE SHOW!" The room went quiet except for the sound of their heavy breathing and the clacking of the keyboard. Nicole's eyes narrowed at the screen, and she pursed her lips. "No," she said firmly. The user typed again, "PLEEEASE?"

"200?" The chatter had died in the chat.
Nicole stared at the screen, her eyes wide. "Mmmm Mom?" Gumball locked up at her, trembling.

Nicole's eyes flashed with something, a spark of... greed? Desperation? "Gumball, if I do this one more thing for them," she whispered, her voice thick with anticipation. "I can buy you that game you've been wanting."
Gumball's eyes lit up. "The new Super Slime Racers?"
Nicole's eyes didn't leave the screen. "Yes, baby. Whatever you want. Just... help me with this one more thing."

The user with the golden name tag had sent the money and was now eagerly waiting. "Use the purple dildo," he typed, referring to the one Nicole had used in her most recent video. Gumball's heart sank as he realized what she meant. "Mom, no," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "You can't do that."

But Nicole's eyes were fixed on the screen, the dollar signs blurring her vision. She leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lube, her hand shaking slightly. Gumball's eyes grew wide with fear as she unscrewed the cap, the gelatinous liquid glistening under the soft light. "Shh, baby," she cooed, her voice strained. "It'll be okay. Just trust me."

Her hand was cold as she touched his inner thigh, sliding it upwards. He flinched and whimpered, his eyes squeezed shut. "Mom, please," he begged, his voice cracking with terror. "You can't do this." But her fingers had already found his anus, her thumb circling it gently, applying pressure. He gritted his teeth, his body rigid as she began to push the lube inside. He felt a sharp pain as she stretched him open, his whimpers growing louder.

"Shh, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with a mix of desire and guilt. "It'll just be this once, I promise." Her thumb worked the lube into his tight hole, the slickness making the intrusion easier. Gumball's eyes watered, his body trembling as she pushed deeper, the coldness of the gel spreading warmth as she massaged his sphincter. He didn't want to believe that his own mother was doing this to him, but the proof was there, her hand working him open as if he were nothing more than a toy for her pleasure.

The chat grew restless, their anticipation a cacophony of lewdness that filled the room. Nicole's eyes remained glued to the screen, the gold of the user's name tag blinking like a beacon of temptation.

"Come on, I wanna see his cute little ass get fucked."

"Yeah, shove it up his ass."

Let's see it"

"Mom," Gumball gasped, his voice cracking. "You said no one would... you can't do this."

Nicole's hand hovered over the purple dildo, her eyes filled with a mix of greed and regret. "I know," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. "But this is a lot of money, baby. And it's just... it's just a game, right?"

With trembling hands, she picked up the dildo, the soft light of the room casting a dark shadow on her face. Gumball watched, his eyes wide with horror, as she brought it closer to his trembling body. The plastic was cool against his skin as she placed the tip at his pink little star, her eyes never leaving his. He felt his body tense, his muscles tightening around the unyielding pressure.

"Mom, please," he sobbed, his voice barely audible over the cacophony of the chat. "Please don't do this."

But Nicole's hand was steady, pressing the tip of the dildo against Gumball's tight, trembling hole. She could feel the heat of his body, the softness of his flesh, as she pushed the plastic into his untouched depths. His whimpers grew into cries, his body shaking with each gentle yet insistent push. The lube made the invasion smoother, the purple shaft disappearing inch by inch into his tight, virgin ass.

The chat exploded with lewd comments, the users' excitement palpable as they watched the scene unfold. Nicole's eyes remained glued to the screen, her own breaths shallow and quick. The words

"so tight" and "such a good boy"

floated through the cacophony of text, each one fueling her own arousal. She felt a twinge of guilt, but the money, the power, the thrill of the forbidden—it was all too much to resist.

Nicole’s grip on the purple dildo grew firmer, her strokes more deliberate as she watched her son’s body react to the intrusion. Gumball’s whimpers grew louder, his nails digging into her thigh as she pushed further. The plastic shaft was slick with lube, sliding in and out with an obscene ease that made her stomach flutter. His sphincter clenched around the toy, tightening and releasing in a desperate attempt to repel the foreign object, but she was relentless. With each push, she could feel him stretch, feel the give of his young, untouched flesh.

"Nicole," Gumball's voice was a choked whisper as the purple dildo began to slide in and out of his ass. "It hurts." He couldn't believe the words were coming out of his mouth, but the pain was real, the burning sensation of his body being stretched and filled in a way it never had been before. His mother's eyes remained glued to the screen, her breath hitching with each of his cries.

"Shh," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal as she watched the lewd comments flood in. "You're doing so well, baby. Just keep taking it for Mommy." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "You're such a good boy."

Her strokes grew faster, the dildo sliding in and out of him with a wet, squelching sound that filled the room. Gumball's eyes squeezed shut as he tried to focus on anything but the pain and humiliation. The plastic toy felt so wrong inside him, so cold and hard and unforgiving. His cheeks were wet with tears, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as she worked him over, her movements becoming more frantic with each passing moment.

"Look how much he's enjoying it," Nicole's voice was a seductive purr, directed at the screen. "You sick fucks love watching me defile my own son." Her eyes glinted with a mix of arousal and malice as she pushed the dildo deeper, watching the chat light up with lewd comments and demands for more. "Yeah," she moaned, her voice strained. "You all love watching me fuck my little boy's tight ass."

Gumball's whimpers grew louder, his body jolting with each thrust. His eyes were squeezed shut, his cheeks flaming red. He couldn't believe the words coming out of his mother's mouth, the way she was using him for her own perverse pleasure. "M-mom," he stuttered, his voice cracking. "It's Icky!."

The chat exploded with lewd comments and emojis, the users' excitement palpable as they watched the scene unfold. "Look at him squirm!" "Such a tight little hole!" "More, MILF, give us more!"

Gumball's whimpers grew louder, his moans mixing with the obscene sounds of the dildo sliding in and out of him. His eyes were screwed shut, his face a mask of pain and confusion. He felt so violated, so used, but his body's involuntary reactions to the stimulation betrayed his protests. Nicole leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear. "It can't be that bad, can it?" she whispered, her voice thick with a dark excitement. "You're making Mommy's fans so happy."

The user with the golden name tag had a new request, one that made Gumball's stomach twist in dread. "Turn on the vibrator," he typed, the leer in his words echoing through the quiet room. Nicole's eyes lit up with a sadistic smile, and she reached down to click the button on the base of the dildo. The plastic shaft began to pulse, sending waves of intense vibration through Gumball's trembling body. His moans grew uncontrollable, his hips bucking against the invasive object.

The vibrations felt like a million tiny needles pricking his insides, setting his nerves on fire. The pleasure and pain were indistinguishable, his young body betraying him with every tremble and gasp. The purple shaft thrummed in and out of him, the relentless vibrations making him feel like he was being consumed by a living, breathing creature. "Mommy!" He squealed, holding on to her.

Her hand found the back of his head, stroking him gently. "It's okay, baby," she whispered, her voice a soothing contrast to the depravity unfolding. "You're doing so well sweetie."

The vibrations grew stronger, the purple dildo pulsing inside him like a living thing. Gumball's moans grew more desperate, his body arching into the invasive pressure. Each pulse sent shockwaves through his being, a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that had him writhing beneath her. Nicole's eyes were hooded with lust as she watched him, her grip tightening on the plastic shaft as she fucked him harder and faster.

And then the chat demanded more. "We want to see you too, Nicole," the user with the golden name tag typed, the lewdness in his words making Gumball's stomach churn. "Show us how you like it."

Nicole hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering between Gumball's tear-stained face and the hungry comments on the screen. Then, with a sigh, she reached for another dildo, this one pink and curved, with a bulbous head and a vibrating base. Her hand trembled as she turned it on, the buzzing noise joining the symphony of obscenity filling the room.

With the purple dildo still buried in Gumball's ass, she brought the pink one to her own, her breath hitching as the cool plastic kissed her swollen clit. She slid it down her wet slit, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. Gumball's eyes were wide with horror, his own dildo still vibrating inside him as he watched his mother's depraved performance.

The pink dildo slid in easily, her pussy already slick with arousal and guilt. Nicole's eyes never left Gumball's face, watching his reaction with a twisted mix of pleasure and sadness. She knew this was wrong, knew she should stop, but the thrill of the forbidden was too much to resist. She fucked herself with the toy, her movements matching the rhythm of the one buried inside her son. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of plastic on flesh, the vibrations echoing through the air.

The chat exploded with excitement, the words on the screen a blur of lust and depravity. "Harder!" "Fuck him like a slut!" "Take that dick, MILF!" The users were insatiable, their hunger for more fueling Nicole's own perversion. She pushed the pink dildos deeper, her cries joining her son's as she chased the orgasm that was building in her core. The vibrations from the two toys filled the room, creating a symphony of carnality that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her strokes grew more erratic as the pleasure mounted, the pink dildo disappearing into her pussy with each thrust. Gumball's tight little hole was clenching around the purple shaft, his body trembling with every vibration that shot through his body. He could feel his own arousal building despite the pain, his cock growing hard against her thigh.

The main chatter in the chat had a new demand, one that sent a bolt of fear through Gumball's already shaking body. "Make him cum for us," he typed, his words echoing in the room. Nicole's hand stilled for a moment, the vibrations from her own toy pulsing through her body as she considered his words.

Her eyes searched Gumball's, looking for a spark of defiance, but all she found was a deep, unspoken fear. He didn't want to do this, didn't want to be exposed in such a way, but the desperation in her own gaze told him he had no choice. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "It's just a game, baby. Just for a little while longer."

With trembling hands, Nicole reached down to the base of the purple dildo, her own dildo still buried deep inside her. She flicked the button to its maximum vibration setting and watched as Gumball's eyes rolled back in his head, his body jolting with each intense pulse. His moans grew more desperate, his hips pushing back against the toy as if trying to escape, but his cock was betraying him, growing harder by the second.

"Turn him around," the user with the golden name tag typed, his voice a siren's call in the cacophony of the chat. Nicole paused, her grip on the dildo tightening as she considered his words. Gumball's eyes snapped open, fear and pleading swimming in the depths of his gaze. "Mom," he whispered, his voice hoarse from his cries. "Please don't." Tears were pooling up in his eyes. "I don't like watching them!" He whined when she turned him around. "I'm sorry baby" she sighed with a hint of regret in her voice. He could feel her paw around his little trembling boyhood. "Mom no, don't show them!"

But Nicole had made up her mind. Her hand wrapped around his erect cock, stroking it with a firm, practiced touch. Gumball's eyes squeezed shut, his face contorting in a silent scream. He didn't want to do this, didn't want to be exposed in such a way, but the desperation in her gaze told him that he had no choice. The room was spinning, his thoughts a jumble of fear and disgust, but his body's involuntary reactions to her touch were undeniable. He felt his mother's hot breath against his cheek as she leaned in.

"Im Sorry sweetie, it will be over soon, I promise"

The purple dildo remained lodged in his ass, the vibrations never ceasing. It pressed against his soft insides, making his whole pelvis wobble.

"No Mom, don't show them!"

But Nicole’s hand was already moving, the pink dildo sliding in and out of her pussy with a steady, almost rhythmic motion, her own arousal evident in the wet, slapping sounds that filled the room. Gumball's body was a canvas of emotions—shame, fear, and unwanted pleasure—his face a contortion of those feelings. He could feel the purple dildo pulsing inside him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his body that seemed to resonate with the one in Nicole's hand.

Her grip on his cock was firm, her strokes deliberate and skilled, despite the tremor of excitement in her own voice. His little dick was standing at full attention, betraying his fear-induced arousal. Each stroke sent a bolt of lightning through him, making him quiver and cry out. The room was thick with the scent of sex and despair, the air charged with the electricity of their shared perversion.

Gumball's eyes were glued to the chat, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red as he read the comments. "Look at that adorable little cock," one user wrote. "So cute and innocent." Another chimed in, "I'd love to see it spurt for Mommy." His horror grew with each new message, each lewd compliment about his genitals from the anonymous viewers. It was like a million tiny knives stabbing at his dignity.

The room felt hot, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. His mother's hand was a vice around his cock, her strokes growing more vigorous as the comments grew more explicit. "Mom," he pleaded, his voice a mere whisper. "Please stop."

Nicole ignored him, her eyes glued to the chat. "Look at that cute little cock," one user wrote, their words sending a shiver down Gumball's spine. "It's so small and pink." Another chimed in, "I bet it tastes like sugar."

Her strokes grew faster, her thumb circling the head of his penis with a touch that was both tender and degrading. His hips bucked involuntarily, pushing his cock into her hand as the purple dildo continued to pulse inside him. He felt a bead of pre-cum form at the tip, and the sight of it made his stomach churn. The room was spinning, the vibrations from the toys and the strokes of her hand overwhelming his senses.

"Mom, please," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. But she didn't stop, her eyes locked on the chat as the comments grew more and more obscene. "Look at that adorable little nub," one user wrote, the words making him feel like he was shrinking into nothing. "It's so tiny and perfect."

Gumball's body was a battleground of sensations. The vibrations from the purple dildo were like a maelstrom inside him, swirling around his prostate and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening against his body despite his protests. It was a feeling he'd never experienced before, one that was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.

Nicole's strokes grew faster, her grip tighter. The pink dildo inside her was moving in a blur, the wet sounds of it sliding in and out of her pussy mixing with her own moans and the buzzing of the purple one buried in Gumball's ass. The room was a cacophony of obscenity, a symphony of perversion that seemed to crescendo with each stroke of her hand.

Gumball's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips bucking wildly. His cock was a pulsing, reddened shaft, the veins standing out as if they were about to burst. The tension in his body was unbearable, a coil of need that was being wound tighter and tighter with each stroke. He could feel the pressure building, a dam about to burst, but there was no relief in sight.

The purple dildo's vibrations grew more intense, the buzzing a constant reminder of the violation he was enduring. Nicole's hand on his cock was a blur, her strokes rapid and firm, her thumb pressing down on the sensitive spot just below the head. His body was trembling, his legs quivering, as the sensations grew too much to handle.

Gumball felt his orgasm approaching like a runaway train, despite the fact that he was only twelve and hadn't produced semen yet. He knew what was happening, had felt it before during his secret moments of masturbation. His cock was a tight, pulsing rod of need, and the pressure was unbearable. He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the inevitable, but his body had other plans.

With a strangled cry, "Mommy!" Gumball's hips shot upwards, his little cock spurting a few tiny drops of clear fluid onto the bed. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a sound that was half sob, half moan. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that he didn't fully understand. His body convulsed, his muscles tightening and releasing in waves as the orgasm washed over him.

The chat room erupted in a cacophony of laughter and cruel taunts. "So cute!" "Look at the little boy cum!" "It's like watching a kitten in heat." "He's too small to make cum yet."

Gumball's cheeks burned with shame as he felt the wetness between his legs. He looked down at his cock, which was still pulsing despite the lack of actual semen.

Nicole, noticing his distress, gently removed the purple dildo from his ass. The sudden emptiness was almost as painful as the intrusion had been, leaving his body feeling used and violated. She tossed the toy aside, her own pink dildo slipping out of her pussy with a wet sound.

"It's okay, baby," she whispered, her voice a stark contrast to the raunchy moans from moments before. She pulled him into her arms, her touch surprisingly gentle as she wiped the tears from his cheeks. Gumball's body was shaking, his sobs coming in hiccups as he tried to process what had just happened.

The chat room's lewdness didn't abate, users continuing to type obscenities about his prepubescent body.

"Lol, he's too young to make cum yet."

"Little slut dry came."

"Did it feel good in your little pee pee Gumball?"

"Little baby can't cum."

Nicole's eyes narrowed, as she scolded them. "He's only ten, for goodness' sake," she yelled furious at the camera. "Show some respect."
The room grew quieter, the users seemingly taken aback by her sudden firmness. For a moment, the only sound was the gentle tick of the fan and Gumball's uneven breathing.

Gumball felt a strange mix of relief and fear. He didn't want to be talked about like that, but he also didn't want his mother to get in trouble. He looked up at her, his eyes red and swollen from crying. "Mom," he whispered. "They're just joking, right?"

She hugged him, her bosom pressing up
against his face. "Of course you can't cum yet, jeez you're only ten."

He looked up at her wide eyes, "what does that even mean?!" His lips trembled.

"It's perfectly normal sweetie," she sighed, brushing her fingers through his hair.

But the chat was not done with him, their lewd suggestions growing more intense. "He deserves a reward for being such a good boy," one u
ser wrote. "Let him fuck you, Nicole."

Nicole's eyes searched Gumball's face, looking for any sign of protest, but all she found was fear and confusion. "It's okay," she murmured, her voice soothing despite the horror of the situation. "It's just a game, remember?"

Gumball nodded, his voice trembling as he whispered, "But I don't wanna do it with them watching."

Nicole's expression softened, and she kissed his forehead. "I know, baby, but just for a little while, okay?" she coaxed. "It's all part of the show. They're just watching, they can't touch you." Her words were gentle, but there was an unyielding edge to her tone that made Gumball's stomach twist.

With trembling hands, Nicole helped Gumball into a position where he was straddling her lap, his tiny pink cone shaped cock poking out in front of her.
He could feel the heat of her pussy beneath him, and the slickness of her arousal coating his bare skin.

The chat room had gone silent, all eyes on the screen as they awaited the next act of their depraved performance.

"MMM...Mooom?" He winced, feeling her grip around his penis pulling him towards her.

Her hand caressed his back gently, like she had done a thousand times before, but this time it sent shivers down his spine that were anything but comforting. Nicole's fingers guided him closer to her, the wetness of her pussy making his cock twitch with anticipation and fear. She leaned in, whispering in his ear, "Just a little more, baby."

Gumball felt the head of his cock nudge against her warm, slick folds. He was scared, his heart racing as if he had just run a marathon. He didn't know if he could go through with it, didn't know if he wanted to go through with it, but Nicole's hands on his hips were firm, urging him forward. The room was quiet, the only sound was the distant buzz of the fan and the hushed breath of the viewers on the other side of the screen.

With a gasp, he felt himself slide inside her for the second time that day. His mother's pussy was tight and wet, enveloping him in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He could feel every inch of her, the heat of her wet velvet folds surrounding him like a vice.
She couldn't help but smile at how adorable and innocent he looked, even now. He had barely entered her and he was already moaning softly, his mouth hung agape with disbelief at what his mother was making him do. Eyes fixed on his pink cone-shaped penis sliding into her wet glistening hole.

His cock was smaller than the dildos she used on herself, but it didn't matter. The sensation was overwhelming, his mind reeling as he tried to process the reality of what he was doing.

"Yeah, fuck your mom." One of the viewers wrote.

Gumball's eyes widened, his little cock swelling up as he began to thrust into her, the head disappearing into her pussy and then popping back out, leaving a trail of her juices on his shaft. The feeling was so intense, so new, so...wrong. Yet, his body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to the warm, wet embrace of his mother's slick pussy with a primitive instinct that he couldn't control. He moaned, high-pitched and desperate, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to ignore the audience watching his every move.

Her hips met his, her breath hitching in pleasure as she felt him fill her up. It was a tight fit, but she was wet enough that he slid in and out with ease. Gumball's movements grew more frantic, his body jolting with each thrust as if he was trying to escape the very thing he was doing.

The chat room was alive again, their words a symphony of depravity and encouragement. "Fuck your mom, Gumball!" "Go deeper, little man!" "Show us how much you love her!" Their comments fueled a fire in Nicole, making her grind her hips up to meet his, her own pleasure mixing with the thrill of the power she held over him.

Gumball felt the heat in his face as the words sunk in. He didn't love his mother in that way, or did he. His body was responding, his cock growing harder with each thrust despite the horror of the situation. "They're watching!" he whimpered, his voice barely a whisper. "They're saying icky things!"

Nicole wrapped her arms around him, her nails digging into his back. "It's just a game, baby," she breathed in his ear, her voice thick with lust. "Just us, playing for them."
Her hips bucked up, pushing him deeper, and she moaned again, louder this time. "Ah yeah, that's my little Gummy, fuck Mommy." The words sent a shiver down his spine, a mix of revulsion and arousal that he didn't understand.

"Mmm Mom?!"

Gumball's eyes glazed over, and his body took over. His hips bucked wildly, his small penis sliding in and out of Nicole's tight, wet pussy making their combined juices spill out of her with each frantic thrust.
Her walls clenched around him, and she bit her lip. "Oh Gummy," she moaned, throwing her head back while her body trembled. It was so wrong, so sick, so good.

One of the chat members spoke up, his lewdness palpable even through the screen. "Can we see him fuck you from behind, Nico?"
Her eyes snapped to the screen, she saw that another 50$ had been donated.
"Of course," she huffed, her voice thick with desire. "Whatever my fans want."

"Gummy aaah can you stop for a bit?" She moaned, trying to hold him still. He was still thrusting madly in and out of her squelching pussy.

"Gummy!" She moaned again, pushing her paws against his waist.

"Gummy honey?" She gasped, trying to pry him off her. His tongue was hanging out, dripping with drool and his eyes had rolled back in his head. His little hard dick slid inn and out of her while he fucked her like a rabid dog in heat.

The chat room was ablaze with excitement. "Damn, he loves his mama's pussy!" one user commented.

"Gummy sweetie," she moaned, finally able to pry her son from between her quivering legs. She gasped, the last thrust sent her over the edge and she squirted all over his groin. It sprayed out of her, coating the seat and dripping onto the floor. Gumball's little cocklet was still hard and rigid like a flag pole.

"Nu uuuh nuuuh!" Was all he could squeal as his hips bucked in the air and his fingers grasped for her warmth.

"Oh, baby," she whispered, "It’s okay, they just want to see me from behind. Keep going, it’s just a show."
Her voice was sweet and reassuring, but the look in her eyes was pure, unadulterated hunger. She positioned herself on the chair, gripping the backrest, her plump ass sticking up in the air, a perfect target for his tiny, throbbing member.

Gumball's hands shook as he reached out, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and arousal. He placed his palms on her cheeks, feeling the softness and warmth beneath his touch sinking into her soft plump buttocks. They were so big, so round, so...his mother’s. He took a deep breath and pushed his cock against her anus. It felt so wrong, but he couldn’t stop now. He could feel his cock bend with the effort of pushing against her. It felt warmer, tighter.

"No not there!" His mother gasped. But it was too late, the tip of his cock slid underneath her waving tail. The tip poked into her pink puckered star and forced its way inside. Less than a second later he was balls deep in his mothers ass, moaning and mewling.

Nicole couldn't make up her mind whether she hated the humiliation or loved the slightly painful sensation of her son's cock inside her ass. It felt so much bigger up there. She could feel every wrinkle and bump as her little boy's cock slid in and out of her clenching asshole. The heat pulsating off each throbbing vein deep inside her rectum. His little paws kneaded her buttocks which wobbled like jelly with each grunt and thrust. Noone had ever fucked her like this and it was her little boy who was doing it.

Gumball's grip tightened on her ass cheeks as he slammed into her, his little cock disappearing inside her with a wet smack. She could feel his tiny balls slapping against her pussy, still sensitive from her earlier climax. Her own arousal was a confusing mess of pleasure and guilt. She had never felt so full, so used, so...soiled. But the power of the situation had a strange allure. She had always been in control, but now, her own son was using her body for his pleasure. It was a thrill that she had never experienced before.

"Yeah, look at him go!" someone typed in the chat. "He's really giving it to her!"

Gumball's face was a mask of desperation and pleasure, his tiny hands tightly gripping Nicole's plump ass cheeks, his nails digging into her fur as he pumped away. His little body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and his moans grew louder with each thrust. Nicole's tail swished back and forth, brushing against his legs as she took him in her clenching asshole.

Suddenly, a new message popped up in the chat. "Mad because she fucked me with the dildo?" It was from an anonymous user who had been particularly vocal throughout the stream. Nicole's eyes narrowed, and she pulled away from the camera for a moment, looking at Gumball with a mix of anger and concern. "Is that true?"

Gumball nodded, his cheeks flaming with embarrassment. He didn't want to admit it, but the truth was that watching his mother pleasure herself with a toy that had been in his own ass was too much for him to handle. The idea of her enjoying it while he was in pain was a knot in his stomach that hadn't fully untangled. Nicole's expression softened slightly, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Okay, baby, you can have your turn. But remember, it's just for the show."

Gumball yanked her tail, his grip tight and painful. He pushed into her even harder, his tiny cock sliding deeper into her asshole. She let out a gasp, biting down on the edge of the chair. Her eyes watered with the mix of pain and pleasure, but she didn't dare look away from the camera.

With a final, desperate thrust, Gumball buried himself as far as he could go. His body stiffened, and he let out a high-pitched yowl that was almost a scream. He hugged her ass tightly, his little cock spasming as he came, his meager cum squirting out into the void of her bowels.

The sensation was alien to him, the feeling of his mother's warm, tight hole squeezing him as he emptied himself inside her. He could feel the wetness spreading, the heat of his cum mingling with her own fluids. His orgasm was a blur of sensation and confusion, the only thing that was clear was the overwhelming sense of wrongness that accompanied it.

Nicole leaned back into the chair, her body trembling slightly as she watched Gumball collapse onto her ass. She couldn’t help but admire the look of pure ecstasy on his face, the way his eyes rolled back and his mouth formed a perfect 'O'. It was a twisted form of maternal pride, seeing her son's body react so strongly to hers. The power dynamic was intoxicating, a heady blend of love and lust that she had never experienced before.

But as the haze of pleasure cleared from her vision, she realized that she had to keep the show going. She gently patted his head and whispered, "Gummy, can you pull out now?"
Her voice was sweet, but there was a hint of urgency in it. Despite the fun she had, her ass felt really sore.

Gumball looked up at her with a wild look in his eyes, his little dick still twitching. He nodded frantically and with a sudden jerk, pulled out of her ass. The sudden loss of pressure caused Nicole's bowels to react, and she couldn't hold back the fart that escaped her. It was a wet, sloppy sound that echoed in the quiet room.
The chat room erupted in laughter, and Gumball's face turned beet red. He had never felt so humiliated in his life.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to..."

Nicole sighed heavily, her body still quivering from the intense sensations of their recent encounter. "It's okay, Gummy," she said, her voice a mix of exhaustion and resignation.

They heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening and the shuffle of multiple pairs of feet. Panic shot through Nicole’s body like a bolt of lightning, and she immediately jumped into action. She gently but firmly removed Gumball from her person and scooped him up into her arms. "We have to get cleaned up," she whispered urgently.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she dashed towards the bathroom, her legs moving faster than she thought possible. She didn’t bother with clothes, the sticky mess between her legs was more than enough to explain their hasty retreat. Gumball, still dizzy from their encounter, clung to her tightly, his tiny penis now limp and soft against her stomach. The cold air of the hallway was a stark contrast to the heat of their shared arousal, and it brought a shiver to his spine.

Nicole kicked the bathroom door open with a swift motion, her eyes scanning the room for any signs of escape. The tub was too small, the shower too risky, but she had no choice. She set Gumball down on the cool tiles and turned on the faucet, the water gushing out with a roar that seemed to fill the room. She knew they didn’t have much time; the others could walk in at any moment, and the thought of being caught in this compromising position was too much to bear.

"Gumball," she whispered urgently, "listen to me. If anyone asks, tell them you've been very sick and throwing up, okay? That's why we're here."

Her words barely registered with him as he stared up at her, his eyes glazed over from their shared climax. Nicole's face grew stern as the sound of the door opening grew louder. She slapped him lightly across the cheek, snapping him out of his daze. "Gumball!" she hissed, "You have to play along."

The door to the bathroom swung open, and Richard's concerned face peered in. "Nicol, is everything okay? I heard a..." He trailed off, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight of them, but Nicole was ready. She had Gumball's face buried in her chest, her arm wrapped around his trembling body. "Gumball's been throwing up," she called out, her voice a perfect blend of concern and annoyance. "I had to help him clean up."

"Gumball, sweetie?" She looked down at him, eyebrows arched, eyes narrow. "I don't need to explain you can't tell anyone about this right?

Gumball nodded quickly, still trying to process what had just happened. He was too scared to do anything but agree. He knew the consequences of revealing his mother's secret life could be dire, and the thought of anyone else knowing about what they had just done made his stomach churn.

Nicole smirked at him, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she started to wash him off. She took the opportunity to grope and fiddle with his softening member, her soapy hands gliding over his sensitive skin. Gumball flinched, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, but Nicole was unrelenting. Her touch was firm yet gentle, a clear reminder of who was in control. She washed him with a surprising amount of thoroughness, making sure to clean every inch of him, especially the sticky residue from their earlier encounter.

As she worked, she whispered sweet nothings into his ear, her voice low and soothing. "You're doing so well, Gummy," she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. "You're such a good boy for not telling anyone. I knew I could count on you." Her words were a twisted form of comfort, but they were all Gumball had to cling to as he tried to reconcile his feelings of disgust with the lingering arousal that still hummed through his body.

Suddenly, Nicole's eyes widened, and she snapped her head up. "Fuck," she whispered, "I forgot about our clothes." Panic flashed across her face, and she hastily rinsed off the soap. "I need to go grab them before someone finds them. Stay here and keep the water running. I'll be right back."

With trembling hands, she grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapping it around her body. It barely covered her, hugging her curves tightly as she stepped out into the hallway. She winced with every step, her sore ass reminding her of the depraved act they had just performed. The floor was cold against her feet, sending shivers down her spine, but she couldn’t let the chill deter her. She moved quickly but quietly, her eyes darting around to make sure no one was in the hall.

Her ass cheeks were still sticky and slippery from their encounter, making it difficult to move without making a sound. With every step, they clapped together, sending echoes down the hallway. Nicole bit her lip, trying to control her breathing. The last thing she needed was to be caught like this. She held onto the towel with one hand, the other reaching back to clutch her own buttocks, pressing them tightly together to muffle the sound. The effort was embarrassing but necessary.

Finally, she reached the bedroom, the door slightly ajar. She could see the rumpled bed, the discarded clothes on the floor, and the open laptop with the live feed of their performance still playing. Her heart was racing, but she forced herself to remain calm. She tiptoed over to the bed and snatched up the clothes, her eyes lingering on Gumball's small, spunk soiled briefs. The scent of their combined arousal filled her nose, and she felt a twinge of excitement in her stomach.

With a shiver of anticipation, she brought the briefs to her face and inhaled deeply. The musky scent of her son's cum mixed with the sweetness of her own juices was intoxicating. She savored the moment, her eyes fluttering shut as the memories of their encounter played out in her mind. Then, with a wicked smile, she stuffed the briefs into her own drawer, hiding them under a pile of lacy lingerie. It was a trophy of sorts, a secret reminder of the power she held over her own child.

With the evidence safely hidden, Nicole turned her attention to the laptop. She reached over and tapped the screen, the live feed disappearing with a click. The room was plunged into silence, save for the distant sound of the water still running in the bathroom. She quickly gathered the rest of their clothes, her own cum-soaked panties and the dildos that lay scattered across the floor. The plastic was sticky and cold to the touch, but she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of their next performance.

Her eyes fell on Gumball’s briefs once more, the small white fabric stained with their combined fluids. With a quick glance around the room to ensure her privacy, Nicole brought the briefs to her nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of her son’s young arousal filled her nostrils, a potent aphrodisiac that sent a shiver down her spine. It was wrong, she knew, but the thrill of their secret was too much to resist. She felt her pussy throb with need, the memory of her son’s tiny cock inside her making her knees weak.

A sudden noise from the hallway snapped Nicole out of her trance. Anais’s door creaked open, and the small pink bunny’s curious eyes peeked through the crack. Nicole’s heart skipped a beat, and she hastily shoved the briefs into the drawer, slamming it shut. "What are you doing here, sweetie?" she called out, her voice high-pitched and forced.

Anais looked at her mother, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. "I heard something," she replied, her eyes wandering over to the rumpled bed.

Nicole's mind raced. "Oh, I was just... grabbing some soap for Gumball. He's feeling better now," she lied smoothly, her voice steady despite the fear clenching her insides. She held up the bottle of lube she'd just grabbed from the nightstand, her hand trembling slightly. "You know, the bubbly kind that makes bath time more fun," she added, hoping the innocent lie would suffice. She knew she couldn't read anyway.

Anais's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded and stepped back. "Okay, Mommy. I'll go play in my room." With that, she scurried out, leaving Nicole to breathe a sigh of relief. She quickly gathered the rest of their clothes and dashed back to the bathroom.

As the door clicked shut behind her, she found Gumball standing under the shower, the hot water cascading over his slender body. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mind racing with a tornado of thoughts. "What have I done?" He thought, his hand trembling as it moved over his chest, his fingers tracing the path his mother had taken just moments ago. "I can't believe she did that to me. She's my mother."

The steam billowed around him, creating a veil of mist that mirrored the confusion in his mind. He felt so dirty, so wrong, but a part of him couldn't ignore the strange pleasure that had wormed its way into his body. "Did I enjoy it?" He whispered to himself, the question echoing in the tiles. "No," He murmured, his voice shaky, "It's not right."

But as Nicole returned to the bathroom, the sight of her flustered and trying to act nonchalant only served to stir his emotions further. She had the audacity to pretend like nothing had happened, like she hadn’t just used him for her own sick pleasure. Gumball watched as she shoved the dirty clothes into the washing machine. Hiding the evidence of what they had done. Her movements jerky and hasty. Her heavy breasts dangled out of the white towel, and her breasts heaved with every breath she took. The towel slid down. Revealing her big round blue, fluffy butt.

Despite the horror of what they had just done, he couldn’t help but be drawn to the sight of her naked form. His eyes follow the circular form of her buttocks under her swoshing tail and glued themselves to the pink slit underneath.

Nicole turned around, catching Gumball's gaze. She gasped in mock surprise, her eyes widening dramatically. "What do we have here, young man?" she purred, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Are you checking out your own mother?"

Her tone was a mix of disappointment and amusement, a heady blend that made Gumball's stomach churn. He knew he was caught, his cheeks flaming red as he tried to avert his eyes. But he couldn't look away from her, from the way the her breasts swayed slightly with every movement she made towards him.

"Gumball, I'm your mother, you sick little pervert," she growled, her voice carrying a hint of a smirk as she approached.

Her steps were deliberate, each one echoing in the tiled bathroom as she closed the distance between them. Gumball's eyes grew wide with terror, his body pressing into the cold, damp wall like a creature trying to escape the light of an oncoming truck.

His heart hammered in his chest, his mind racing with the fear of being discovered. "No I wasn't mom," he stuttered, shaking his head vehemently, trying to erase the truth of his gaze.

Nicole stepped closer, her bare paws pressing against the cool wall on either side of his head, effectively trapping him in a cage of her own making. Her eyes searched his, looking for any hint of rebellion, any spark of resistance. "Don't lie to me, Gumball," she whispered, her voice a seductive hiss. "You know it's not nice to lie to your mommy."

Gumball felt his heart drop into his stomach as he met her gaze. He was about to cry, the fear and embarrassment threatening to spill over. Her hand reached down, wrapping around his erect penis, her fingers gripping it firmly. "I can see how hard mommy makes you," she said, her voice dripping with a mix of lust and power. "You can't hide your feelings from me, baby boy."

Her strokes were slow and deliberate, each one sending a shock of pleasure and shame through his body. He watched in horror as his penis responded to her touch, growing even harder under her grip. "Mom, no, please," he begged, his voice cracking. But his words fell on deaf ears. Nicole’s eyes were dark with desire, the same hunger he’d seen in her moments before.

With a flick of her wrist, she turned the shower knob, and the water spurted out, the sound of it hitting the tiles a symphony of white noise that would cover any sounds of protest he might make. "Shh," she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek. "Let Mommy take care of you."

Her mouth descended upon his erect cock, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took him in fully. Gumball's eyes rolled back in his head, a moan escaping his lips despite his efforts to stay silent. Nicole's grip tightened, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his shaft as she sucked him deeper. He could feel her warmth, her tongue dancing around his penis, the sensation a twisted blend of pleasure and disgust. His body betrayed him, his hips moving slightly to meet her mouth, even as his brain screamed for it to stop.

The sound of her slurping filled the small space, the wet smack of her lips against his skin echoing off the tiles. She bobbed her head back and forth, her cheeks hollowing with every bounce, her eyes never leaving his.

The sight of his mother's mouth stretched around his cock was too much, yet he couldn't look away. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of victory and lust, holding him captive in a prison of his own arousal. Each time her mouth pulled away, a strand of saliva would connect them, snapping back like an elastic band with a sound that seemed too obscene for their quiet bathroom.

"Mom, please, stop," Gumball whimpered, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining his protest. Yet his body was a traitor, responding to the sensation of her warm, wet mouth with a fervor that scared him. He could feel the tension building in his stomach, his balls tightening with each pulse of pleasure she drew from him. "It's wrong," he choked out, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought the impending orgasm.

Nicole's grip tightened, her teeth scraping along the sensitive underside of his shaft. "We can't have you walking around with a stiffy now can we?" she taunted, her voice thick with desire.

Her mouth moved faster, her cheeks hollowing with each bob. Gumball's hips began to thrust involuntarily, his body responding to the overwhelming sensation despite his protests. The warm, wet suction of her mouth was too much, sending waves of pleasure through him that he didn’t know how to handle. He felt his knees start to buckle, the water pounding down on him like a punishment for his thoughts.

Her tongue danced around the head of his penis, flicking at the sensitive spot just beneath it. He gasped, his body tensing as she deep-throated him, taking his entire length until he was buried in the warm cavern of her mouth. The feeling was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that was impossible to ignore. He could feel her throat constrict around him, the muscles working to milk his young, inexperienced cock.

Gumball's eyes squeezed shut even tighter as he gritted his teeth, desperately trying to hold back. He didn’t want to cum in his mother’s mouth. He didn’t want this to be real. But Nicole knew exactly how to push him over the edge. With a wicked smile, she began to hum, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his shaft. Her warm wet tongue slid soft against the tip, licking underneath, then around it. It was too much for him to bear.

Her grin grew wider, her eyes locked onto his, and she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she greedily consumed him. He could feel the pressure building, his body begging for release despite his mind's screaming protests. The sensation was exquisite torture, a dance on the razor's edge of pleasure and disgust. His hips bucked, and a strangled sound tore from his throat as she coaxed the first spurt of cum from his balls. Her lips wrapped around his twitching glands, tongue flicking over it. She sucked hard, sucking the cum right out of his little cocklet like a straw of her favorite treat.

The warm, sticky fluid shot into her mouth, and she moaned around his cock, eagerly swallowing every drop. Her hand stroked him firmly, ensuring she milked him completely dry, her eyes never leaving his. Gumball's legs trembled, his toes curling in the warm shower as the last of his youthful cum was sucked right out of him into his mothers greedy mouth.

When she pulled away, she licked her lips, smacking them together with an obscene pop. "Good boy," she said, patting his head with a gentle fondness that made his stomach turn. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of satisfaction, any hint that he enjoyed it as much as she did.

Mortified, Gumball stared at her, his mouth open in shock. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. His own mother had given him a blowjob, had enjoyed it, and was now praising him like a dog for it. The feeling of her mouth on him was still present, the taste of himself lingering on her breath.

Nicole stepped back, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. Gumball's gaze dropped to her stomach, where a thin line of cum trailed down from her navel to the waistline of her underwear. She followed his eyes, her smile growing wider. "It's okay, baby," she cooed, stroking his cheek with a wet thumb. "Mommy enjoyed it too."

Her fur was slick with water and soap, clinging to her body in a way that highlighted every curve. Her slim waist flared out into thick thighs that looked powerful, capable of crushing him if she so desired. Her round breasts sat high on her chest, the nipples still hard from the hot water and her recent orgasm. Gumball's eyes were drawn to them, the pink tips a stark contrast to the blue of her fur. He felt his cock twitch again, a traitorous response that made him feel even more ashamed.

Her large, round butt wiggled slightly as she bent over to pick up the shampoo bottle, the water cascading down her back in a mesmerizing pattern. He watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as the soap suds slid down her body, collecting in the crevice between her cheeks. His mother's body was a temple of depravity, one that he had no business worshipping in such a way. Yet, here he was, his own personal pornographic scene playing out before him, and he was the star.

"Let mommy wash you up, baby," Nicole said, her voice dripping with a sickly sweetness that made Gumball's skin crawl.

Gumball felt his cheeks burn with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "I'm not a baby," he protested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nicole just chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Of course you're not," she said, her voice sticky sweet. "But you're mommy's baby, aren't you?" Her hand slid down his chest, her fingers tracing the path of the water as it flowed over his skin, down to his now-softening penis. She gave it a gentle squeeze, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Let's get you all clean."

Gumball flinched, trying to pull away, but her grip was firm. She pinned him against the shower wall, her breasts pressing into his chest. The water rained down on them, mixing with the soap and their sweat to create a slippery embrace. Her hand moved to his chest, her fingers playing with the wet fur there, tracing patterns that sent shivers down his spine. "Don't be shy," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "Mommy loves taking care of you."

Her touch was gentle, almost loving, as she helped him wash the soap off his body. Despite his protests, Gumball couldn’t ignore the way his body was responding to her, his cock growing hard again under her ministrations. Nicole noticed, her eyes darkening with pleasure. "Looks like someone enjoyed that," she murmured, her own hand sliding down to her own crotch to begin washing herself.

Gumball felt trapped, his mind racing with confusion and disgust. He didn’t want this, but his body was betraying him. As they rinsed off under the spray, the water cascading over their bodies, he couldn’t help but watch the way her fur clung to her curves, the way her nipples were still erect from their encounter. Nicole caught his gaze and smirked, her hand lingering on her breasts, soaping them up with a deliberate slowness that made his stomach clench.

They stepped out of the shower, the cool air hitting their wet fur like a slap. Gumball grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist tightly as if it could shield him from the horror of what had just happened. Nicole, ever the picture of calmness, took her time towel-drying herself, her movements calculated and sensuous, as if putting on a show for her son's benefit. Gumball couldn’t look away, his eyes drawn to the way her fur fluffed back into place, revealing the firmness of her skin beneath.

The water droplets on Nicole's body sparkled like diamonds in the light, tracing a path down her curves that made Gumball's mouth go dry. She turned to him, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that was unmistakable. "Let mommy dry you off, baby," she said, her voice low and seductive. He shuddered at the thought, but his body was already responding. She approached him, her towel brushing against his, and began to rub his shoulders, her touch feather-light and teasing.

Her hand slipped down his back, and before he could react, she had squeezed his butt firmly. "Keep this between us, okay?" she whispered, her breath hot against his neck. The intimacy of the gesture made his stomach twist in knots. He nodded, his voice caught in his throat. Nicole's grip tightened on his buttcheek, a silent reminder of the power she held over him. Her nails dug in slightly, sending a shiver through his body that had nothing to do with the cold.

With a smack that echoed through the bathroom, she pushed him towards the door. "Get dressed," she ordered, her voice firm and almost cruel. "Mommy's going to get dinner started." The towel slipped slightly as he stumbled out of the bathroom, her eyes never leaving his body. Gumball felt like a ragdoll, his mother’s plaything to be used and discarded at her whim.

The hallway was a blur as he stumbled to his room, the warmth of the shower replaced by a cold dread that washed over him. His legs felt like jelly, and he leaned against the wall to steady himself. The towel barely covered his growing erection, a constant reminder of his body's treacherous response to his mother's touch.

"Mommy's little slut," Nicole murmured, her voice a dark purr that sent chills down his spine. She slapped his bare ass again, sending him stumbling into his room. "Get dressed," she hissed glaring at him in a voice that sounded almost cruel. "I'll get dinner started." She closed the door behind him.

Gumball stumbled into his room, his legs feeling like rubber, his heart racing in his chest like a caged animal desperate to escape. He stared at his reflection in the window's reflection, his eyes wide and haunted, his cheeks still flushed from the heat of the shower. He was a mess, his fur sticking to his body in patches from the hasty dry-off.

With trembling hands, he tried to pull on a clean pair of underwear, his cock still half-hard from his mother's touch. He felt dirty, soiled in a way that no amount of soap and water could ever wash away. He was her secret, her little plaything to be used and abused for her own pleasure. The guilt was a crushing weight on his shoulders, making it hard to breathe, let alone think.

Gumball sat on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. What had he done? He had allowed this to happen, no, he had encouraged it. He was the one who had watched her videos, the one who had made the first move. It was all his fault. He felt like a monster, a creature of darkness that had been born from his own curiosity and desires. He was a bad boy, just like she had said.

Taking deep breaths, he tried to calm the storm raging in his chest. He had to think, to figure out what to do next. But every time he closed his eyes, all he saw was his mother's face, twisted in pleasure, her eyes locked on his as she used him for her own ends. He could feel her mouth around him, her tongue swirling, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin. It made his stomach turn and his cock throb in equal measure.

Gumball's hand hovered over his phone, the screen a taunting beacon of his mother's secret life. He wanted to throw it away, to smash it into a million pieces so he could forget the images burned into his brain. But he also knew he couldn’t. It was his only connection to her, a part of her that she had shared with him and no one else. A part that he was now a part of, whether he liked it or not.

The door to his room burst open with a bang, and in came Darwin, his arms loaded with a box of doughnuts. "Hey, buddy!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with innocent cheer. "I brought these to cheer you up! You looked like you were feeling a bit down earlier."

Gumball's heart nearly stopped in his chest. He hadn't even had time to process his own feelings before his best friend and adoptive brother barged in, oblivious to the dark secret that now lurked between the cracks of their lives. He managed a weak smile, trying to push the images of his mother's naked body from his mind. "Thanks, Darwin," he murmured, taking a doughnut from the box. It was a welcome relief, some sense of normality.

Darwin looked at him with concern. "You sure you're okay?" he asked, his eyes searching Gumball’s. "You don't look so good."

Gumball forced a smile, his stomach churning with the lie he was about to tell. "Yeah, just a bit of a stomach ache," he said, taking a bite of the doughnut. The sugary sweetness did little to mask the bitter taste in his mouth. "Thanks for the doughnuts, they're great."

The smell of Nicole's cooking wafted up the stairs, a blend of garlic and onions that usually filled him with comfort. But now, it was just another reminder of the façade they all had to keep up. He followed the scent down to the kitchen, where Anais was clinging to her mother's leg, looking up at her with adoration. Nicole looked up from the stove, her eyes locking with Gumball's for a brief, tense moment. The warning in her gaze was clear: keep your mouth shut.

"How's my little man?" Richard asked, his tone oblivious to the chaos churning in Gumball's head. "You okay after that shower?"

Gumball swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper. "Yeah, Dad," he managed to croak out, catching the sharpness of Nicole's gaze. She had warned him not to say a word, and he wasn't about to test her wrath.

Anais, her eyes shimmering with innocence, looked up at her mother with pure adoration. She had no clue about the depraved world her mother had drawn Gumball into, or the twisted games she played in front of a camera. Her small hand tightened around Nicole's leg, seeking comfort in the warmth of her mother's embrace. Gumball felt his heart ache at the sight, a stark reminder of the gulf that now separated him from the rest of his family.

They sat down at the dinner table, the aroma of Nicole’s homemade casserole filling the air. Gumball took a deep breath, trying to push the images of his mother's naked body from his mind as he took a bite. The food was heavenly, a symphony of flavors that momentarily drowned out the cacophony of his thoughts. For a brief moment, it was as if nothing had changed, as if the past few days had been nothing but a twisted, feverish dream.

The conversation flowed around him, his family's voices a comforting white noise as he chewed mechanically. Anais chartered away about her kindergarten friends and the new toys she wanted, while Richard recounted tales from his day at the IT company, his voice filled with pride at the newfound respect he’d earned from his colleagues. He had been promoted to IT technician in charge of installing Adobe reader. Darwin talked about the new game they had downloaded on their phones, and even Nicole’s eyes sparkled with genuine warmth as she listened to them.

Gumball took another bite of the casserole, savoring the blend of cheese and tomato sauce. It was just like she used to make, back before the dark turn their lives had taken.

For a brief, shimmering moment, the warmth of the kitchen wrapped around him like a blanket, chasing away the coldness that had settled in his bones. His mother's laughter was like a melody. They were just a normal happy family again. Gumball smiled, forgetting all about what had happened with him and his mom and thoroughly enjoyed his meal. His moms cooking was the best in the world, and tonight it felt like heaven in every bite.

But then, as the silence settled and everyone was engaged with eating a subtle shift occurred under the table. A warm, gentle pressure, the soft brush of something smooth and familiar against his crotch. Gumball's eyes shot up from his plate, meeting Nicole's gaze across the table. The smirk on her face was unmistakable, the glint in her eyes a silent challenge. His heart skipped a beat, the room seemingly spinning around him as he realized her foot was grazing his groin. The sensation was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine that he couldn’t ignore.

He tried to protest, to mouth the words "Mom, no," but she just leaned back in her chair, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she chewed her food. She knew he was trapped, unable to do anything but sit there and endure the torture of her teasing. His cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as he felt his cock begin to swell in his pants. He was painfully aware of the eyes that could be on him at any moment, the eyes of his father and siblings, who knew nothing of the depraved games he was being forced to play.

The pressure from her foot grew more intense, her toes curling around his shaft, stroking him through the fabric of his pants. Gumball's breath grew ragged, his hand tightening around his fork as he fought to keep his composure. He couldn’t let them know, couldn’t let them see the monster that had taken root inside him. But Nicole’s smirk only grew wider, the glint in her eye telling him she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.