Shota Anon

Monika awoke in her bed, which was strange. There was no bed in the literature club, nor was this her house. Nor was it Anon’s house, from what you had seen through his webcam. She searched all over the apartment anyway for him, but stopped when she saw a note on the counter explaining that some Godlike entity had set her up with an apartment and conveniently placed her within walking distance to Anon, but wasn’t strong enough to get everything right, so make so with what she had. This was far better than the hellvoid, however, and she was grateful for this honest to godlike entity miracle.

The note was signed by Godlike Entity, which was weird because usually these types of assholes would either give no name, or put themselves down as something pretentious like “Cipher” or “Deepthroat”. Guess it must really be a Godlike Entity then.

Anon had revealed everything about himself, plus some snooping into his files. He lived somewhere… around… there it was! Anon’s house! Really, he should be picking you up and kissing you on your own doorstep, but you were going to just move in with him anyway, so It didn’t matter too much, since they bed was going to be shared anyway, fufufu. Monika thought this as the bell was rung.

"Hello! Is your brother home? I'm looking for Anon, I'm his girlfriend. I didn't know he had a brother as cute as you, ahaha!" Monika smiles sweetly at the Pint sized lad.

"Ya lookin' at 'im." you say in your best John Wayne impression, if John Wayne was a cockney gunslinger.

"eh? Y-you can't be serious, Anon is 18, born in 1999, so he's 18."

"So am I, but it being 2012, that doesn't make me 18 yet, hot stuff."

“Uh? What’s with that accent? Ok, if you were really Anon, what did you want to be when you grew up when you were 10? And what’s your favorite animal, you little lying punk?”

You sat still for a bit, before ashamedly admitting that “I wanted to be an Archaeopteryx when I grew up, so I could fly away from my problems. Also, a hippo, hippos are the best Miss.”

Monika was flabbergasted. Only her Anon could be so autistic as to believe that the prototype was better than the final version. That and the questions were answered right. “oh. I- I’m Monika, your… girlfriend.

Future wife.

Your best friend.

We shared everything together in… the future.

M-may I come in? I need to sit down and think this over.”

Your brothers eyed you strangely but let her inside, seeing as she was no threat in this state. Your draconian hivemind that you 3 shared when viewing outsiders was about as sensible as anything made by Bethesda, so it worked only occasionally. Little did you know that on this very important case, it failed completely, or worked perfectly, if anyone asked your family vs asking you.
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The tired old couch held an auburn treasure, staring blankly at the celling, processing that she had been a time traveler. Anon had instantly grasped what had happened. Very good kid, took everything with his grain of salt and direct manner. His parents were dummies and could not understand that you were a highly advanced AI lost to time like a man who lost his keys in the couch, not too far away but lost all the same.

‘Just as Moses could not enter the Promised land, those goddamn normies will never see the future like their children will.’ Anon had said that before, and the more you thought about it, the truer it was. Too set in their ways to understand.

They had been interested in what you had to say about keeping Anon on the straight and narrow, considering what you knew he would get into soon, if not now. Turns out he was a bit of a camwhore at such a tender age. Apparently pretty good too, or so he later said. He was still pure now though, not too tainted by the internet. Way you figured, stopping him from being a degenerate would be easy, just give him the attention he craved, and he would still turn out really good. His moral system was already in place, he just needed you to take him in your arms and show him what a woman can do.

What a woman can do?

He’s 13! He shouldn’t be lewded!

But he was already kinda lewd, and he’s got the exact same personality as when you met him, if a bit whinier and faggier, as he would say. Will say. He hasn’t seen /pol/ yet but… the love of war documentaries, the copy of Nineteen Eighty-Four he’s thumbing through, stark realization and concentration on his face, clear from here…

He kinda is handsome. Still your husband, just smaller and cuter.

No. NO. Stop, that’s criminal. He’s just a child, he can’t be lewded.

But he was already lewd, you are just keeping him all to yourself. Plus…

Monika was busy enjoying a circular logic trap as Anon was oblivious to her hungry emerald eyes, unaware of the danger and power she possessed, and likely to enjoy both once he realized that she was not just some random big tidied girl who showed up one day.

He had yet to realize that she was his.
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“No, Pull up. That ocean will kill you, just like Sam always dies on this level. Any level actually, he’s just bad. Look, stop the roll. Ok. Good. Straighten up. Now pull the stick back and get those guys. Use your missiles, guns in this game don’t really work right. Good girl Monika, that’s – Oof, don’t squeeze me so hard.”

Anon was teaching you to play Ace Combat 4! He was really good at it. He fit perfectly in your lap too, and you didn’t mind letting him use your breasts as cushions. Ahaha, you were the total degenerate here. Why did you let yourself fall in love with him again?
You rested your head on his shoulder and asked what to do next, “Ace.” He quivered a bit, bringing a smile to your cheeks as you whispered sweet nothings in his ear, the game becoming quite a bit more than just a game. Oil strewn wrecks littered the sea below, slowly bobbing and sinking as the victorious killer circled around for more unfortunate victims. A perfect predator, hunting even now, fitting because you were a predator in many senses of the word in the game and in real life. Anon’s cute squeal as you bit his ear warned you of white daggers reaching for your belly from a plane you missed, swerving quickly, anon shuddered as his ear was pulled back as you continued to nibble.

A fire blossoms, and it is over. “You liked that?” Anon squired under you his long shirt, worn especially since he didn’t like to wear pants when gaming on a Saturday afternoon, desperately tried to hide what it had been worn for. It didn’t do a very good job. Your saliva flowed down his neck as your mouth watered, the briefing on the Invincible Aeiger Fleet commencing as you selected your plane based on how many ship killing missiles it could hold. You were deadly, thorough, and most importantly, precise. Little nips pecked at Anon’s neck from the other side. Soon he would grow used to this game, and will no longer resist as you did A N Y T H I N G you wanted to him. He was basically an adult, right? Isn’t there cultures who considered him to be an adult?

You kept telling yourself that as you whispered that playing with him was really fun, and that there would be something that only you could teach him in the future.

When you got bored of this game, you would escalate it. Not Anon, it would be you who made him yours. A- A wife must tend her husband, no matter the circumstances. Even ones like this, a secret sort of game you had to play so no one would see. Next weekend, he was staying at your place. Maybe he would like to stay there forever.
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“It’s done!”

You may have been a vegetarian, but that fact was lost on Anon, or he didn’t care. Which you liked, somehow, his unwavering tenacity and cool cruelty was really kind of hot, it’s like having your own Robinson Crusoe in the house. Not that he was cruel, he was actually really doting, he enjoyed holding you, but its like… like Bigfoot, striding in and commanding the room, if that made sense.

He was going to grow up to be bigger than you, alright. He had started out at breast height, now he could stare straight into your chin. He was only getting bigger. You hoped he grew more aggressive somehow. Just the thought of being taken by him dragged off somewhere to be made his woman…

You could see that he wanted to. It was how he cut the steak, the red meat inside, the subtle kick of cayenne and the sweetness of paprika. Clearly, he was going to overpower you tonight and nearly disembowel you with his love. Hopefully. He hadn’t the last 3 times he made steaks, but this time would be different hopefully. Life as a switch was nerve-wracking. You wanted to gobble him up, but you also wanted to be chewed up like that steak, slowly savored and swallowed.

“Here, let me get that for you.” You wiped his mouth and kissed him on the cheek, feeling his blush against your lips. What a good boy, always so perfect for Mom- Monika. Just Monika. Nothing else, though maybe…

“Open wide Hun.” You spoon fed anon some mashed potatoes, you had made them yourself, just the right consistency with the right drizzling of butter and pepper. He loved it. He loves you. Cooking for Anon really makes your heart go doki doki. You feed him some more, until you find your lips pressed against his. He swallows but you can still taste a bit of your meal you made together in his mouth. You had started doing everything together. “Maybe we can shower together, husband. I’ll wash you in all those hard to reach spots, maybe shave you too, I dunno if you are a man or not yet, but you’d look so darn cute shaved.”

He couldn’t resist when you were like this, he was honestly like a slave in those really bad roleplays you once saw in YouTube video comments. He agreed that it would make you his mistress, in the other sense, not in the side chick sense. “After all, you are my whole world, Monika.”

Little fucker knows exactly how to play you like a damn fiddle. Or Trumpet, since he had picked that up for some reason. You had finished dinner and were now cleaning up. You liked to pinch his boy butt with your wet hands because it always made him jump like a spooked armadillo.

Jeez, you had even picked up Texasisms from him. Maybe you can pick up something else from him tonight. No, he’s WAY too young for a child. This is where I draw the line, hormones! That is too far-

“It’s like I’m a dad already, doing these dishes and kissing you.”

Fuck, he always knows what to say.
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He looked so sweet when he was in your arms. He was so warm too; his exposed skin was really nice after that shower. He had been… prepped, would be the correct term. You had somehow gotten through the shower without it getting too lewd, despite handling him, shaving his… gosh, you can’t even say it. Big pee pee. The hairs were light, but every time you shaved him, it would be back thicker, and then you could decide which was better. He of course saw you as well. He liked it. The way he eyed you was exactly what you have wanted for literally years now. That Valentine’s day so many years in the future had saved your life, and now you ere saving his, from heart break, from bad grades, from a bad future. He joked about being married to a rich cougar, you were surprised he knew what a cougar was, but after checking his phone ‘he was so embarrassed!’ you noticed his healthy appreciation for a woman like yourself. He had been, well, exploring options. Actual research about reproduction, sex, danger, and some fun ideas for the two of you.
He was ready. Cultivation was complete, though still probably immoral and definitely illegal. “well, all the rich and powerful are pedos anyway. I’m no different.” You sigh.

“You are special, Monika, because we love each other, and no one has a girl as great as you. I love you.”

He kissed you softly on the lips. It wasn’t just affection, or lewd intentions. It was love, plain and simple. He loved you. What a cutie. You held him in higher regard, literally since you were actually holding him as you sat up, rubbing his shoulders and repeating the mantra.

“I love you I love you I love you” over and over again while you rubbed him, hands caressing his chest muscles. Not that he really had any, but you could feel his large, Hershey kisses like nipples hardening. You gave some kisses to the kisses. Cute!

He begins to mewl a bit as you bite one.  Gosh its hot in here, and you can see the thick bulging love in his boxers. Damn summer was getting too hot, or maybe it was you, you couldn’t stop thinking of him. It was tonight after all.

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Monika was all over you. You had wished for this, would have probably jerked off to it, but she would prevent you. Or help. This trail of kisses she was leading down was helping a lot, and her cool hands against the fabric was too much. You were going to be made hers now. She worked you out of them. “It’s too hot to sleep in clothes anyway, Anon. Just let Mommy take care of her boy, alright? Don’t worry, this is all under my control.”

Her control. You melted as she grasped your rubbery sack, feeling the large balls inside, swollen grapes larger than your thumbs squealing in a kind pain as she fondled you like a horny orangutan.

You have no idea why you thought that, maybe just the hair. “You can’t tell anyone about this, no matter how you want to brag, I can get into infinite trouble for this, Anon.” You understood. “It’s going to be our little secret, M-mommy. If you want me to call you that.” You receive a loving squeeze as she positions herself, so you could see her bounty. Full breasts, thick tan lines from the harsh sun. You kinda preferred the pale white flesh of the breasts more than her tanned hide. They were inviting, and her long, flat stomach was beginning to grow on you. You cupped them lovingly, small hands that would grow bigger in a few years caressed her. Inexperienced, they were full of love and good intuition, finding their natural habitat and then exploiting the natural resources there. Absolutely sublime, soft skin flowing like water through your fingers. Those cool eyes filled with a fire that you didn’t know green was capable of. The motherly smile upon her face.

She was a goddess. Your goddess. YOUR goddess. You took action and planted yourself on her, unwilling to let a single inch of her go unkissed., hands flowing like a river until they reached the still lake of her thighs, wide and inviting.

They spread, allowing a view of every taught muscle on your wife. Every ripple making you smile. The thing between her legs was kind weird and alien but inviting. It needed some playing with the flaps though, making her scream and mewl much louder than before as you tried to help silence her. You had found the strings of your puppet, and she knew it. That odd button was her favorite, and messy juices, sweet juices, flowed from her.  The air was impregnated with scents that you had no knowledge of, yet knew exactly what it was, and it was all you could do to guide your cock into her, fitting snugly. Maybe this too would grow bigger with time? How far could she stretch?

You couldn’t think about that. The movement was all that mattered. Had you been more of a nerd, you would have described it like a concert, but as it was, you picked up speed like a locomotive, inertia making each thrust just a bit deeper, rougher, hitting walls on the side and glancing off into the deepness, slowly having your cock strangled by her lovely pussy. You didn’t just fuck her, you fucked her brains out! You supposed that you should have lasted longer, but that was no matter. She loved it anyway. That was yet to come, and speaking of which, you felt it go off like a Paris Gun, the force hitting Monika like a gut punch. The spray of napalm inside her bunker was too much, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 long spurts of cum filled her.

You woke up in bed with her, sheets sticky while she rested peacefully next to you, a frizzy mess but peaceful. You kissed her awake, so she could know that it wasn’t a dream, and that you were really married now, and you cuddled for a long time after that.

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“So, the answer is just cosx?” Anon asked. His grades had been getting much better since you had begun helping him, though he could easily distract you when he didn’t want to do any work. It was always just some turn of phrase that did it. While you had been getting him studied up for Algebra, he had been studying up on you. Truth was, letting him pull your strings excited you to no end.

Which was a problem when he occasionally stepped too far in public, which he enjoyed doing because you always had some sort of lewd punishment for him. You didn’t have to, you could very easily correct him, but it was… something about the danger. This worried you to no end, that you would be discovered. That you wanted to be discovered. Oh, what would Anon do?

“What’s wrong Hun?” asked Anon. Seems that Anon would just ask, you had meant the older anon, but this was fine too. “I’m just worried about when someone finds out about us. It will lead to big problems, and the joy you get will be temporary if I’m in prison for seducing a 13-year-old, no matter how pure our love is. I don’t know what to do. Why am I such a bad girl, Anon?”

His hand rubbed your back in small circles. “obviously, I stop teasing you in public. And holding you how you want to be held. I guess kisses on the cheek are ok, but nothing more. I want to show you off to everyone, because you aren’t a bad girl. You are Best Girl. Tee Emm.”

Anon’s trademark was right. You needed to be surer of yourself. “I’m glad I have you in my life, Anon. I have no idea why but taking life advice from you usually works well. And I’m supposed to be the grown up, ahaha.” You paused.

“Are you sure I am not a failure?”

“Positive. You make everyone smile just by entering the room. You definitely make me do, and other things besides that. Maybe, those other things will get your mind off this?”

He made a move for your hand and kissed it. Maybe this was slimeball behavior, but when its him its just… right, somehow. You shouldn’t indulge him, but the small tongue suckling your fingers, exploring the webbing, putting your arm around him, you knew that you had to indulge him this time, and every other time.

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“Watch your hands, Anon. You are getting too… oh what the hell. I’ll finish this last problem for you if you don’t stop. And call me Mommy again, I feel so dirty when you do it, I don’t know why I tell you any of these things…”

While Monika droned on about how she felt bad about your pure love, you continued squeezing and rubbing her thigh like thighs. What else would you describe the perfect consistency of meat, fat, and muscle? Perfect thighs deserve a lot of love, and soon you hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties, and picked up the long, luscious leg and placed it in your lap as you administered it with a loving massage that brought forth a heavy dew from your wi- Mommy. “Yes, Mommy. That’s it, don’t worry about anything anymore. I’ll have to take care of you in your old age, huh?”

You expertly dodged the sawt from Monika, not that she could hit anything with how distracted she was as soft fingers explored her folds for a while, tracing the inside rim of her pussy and delving inside for a few long inches and minutes. She was ready to burst when you were done, hands in your hair, and a slight dampness at her nipples.

“Do you want to give me milkies? (God, I feel retarded saying that…)”

“Uh! Y-yeah, but don’t ever say it that way again, or I will hurt you somehow.”

The large breasts, swollen with milk from a few misplaced hormones who confused her relationship with you to actually be mother and son, bounded from her bra as you helped her out of her clothes. You obediently began suckling, relieving her of pressure, but not before you asked what she would do if you did say “Milkies” again.

“I… aha… will delete… yes GOD yes, fuck Mommy! S-save file on Jak 3!”

You bit her hard enough to punish her for even suggesting such an atrocity. She melted and let you continue filling up on her milk. There sure was a lot of it for a messed-up brain, maybe she was always a milker and she had until now to realize it?

Then you remembered. “Oh crap! I have to eat at Mom’s tonight!”

“Oh Gosh, its in 10 minutes! Let me finish you off sweetie, you gotta go and I can’t let you go to your mom’s with such a er problem area,”

She fell to the floor like a jaguar, pushing you back in the chair as she pulled out your member. Penis. Cock. Whatever it was, she was enjoying it. Every curve, every vein and artery pumping blood to the crimson head that flared so nicely was covered in the slop form the back of her throat, collected drool from when she was edging earlier. It was the best lube she could produce on such short notice. It made such a wonderful slurping noise as she slid her tongue down and up, a pleasurable squelch as she slammed her nose into your pubic bone, taking in every inch of your young cock, feeling so dirty and guilty that she couldn’t help but have small orgasms that set off larger ones, and when she felt guilty for those, bigger ones occurred. It was as if a beehive had been shoved up her ass, she was doing so much shaking and buzzing with delight, and so were you. A very thick strand of seed shoots clear over her head, landing on her back, flowing down the shoulders into the small. The next landed in her waterfall of hair, would be impossible to get out in time. Hopefully no one came out to the car. The 3rd was from her forehead to her beautiful eye, and the next 3 were around her face in a general sense, cooling quickly like lava in the snow.

“Jesus, Moni-Mommy. You really know how to handle your boy. Oof.”

She made sure you were cleaned up at least on the outside, and nearly threw you into the car and made it in record time to your mom’s house, where you shared a look that only secret lovers could, happy with their places in life.
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