Mommacore Love

>after a terrible accident involving a smart car, and a wheat thresher, you're left orphaned
>get adopted by MG
>Manticore more specifically
>she claims she's only 24 but even you can spot the bags and wrinkles around her face
>whatever she seems really nice
>go to her house
>it's neat and clean and still in your old school district
>but she shows you your room and you're blown away
>there's a 70" tv, both a Rapestation 4 and Xboner One, and in the corner is a brand new PC
>she says this used to be her old "game room"
>you ask her about what she means and she shows you the basement
>it's your very own personal arcade down there
>all of your favorite games are down there
>apparently she helped create one of the first gaming comapnies that sold for millions in the 1980's
>you ask her how can she do that if she's only 24
>she quickly trips you up with her tail and tells you to "be careful about your surroundings"
>oh it's on now
>challenge her to a few games in the basement
>she crushes you in all the games you two play
>you can't beat her high score in anything
>can't beat her in racing games because she can switch gears with her tail
>can't beat her in fighting games because she's memorized all of the combos and specials
>go back upstairs and watch a movie on the couch while Mommacore makes dinner
>eat and talk more about how things are
>you start to feel tired as Brad Pitt keeps talking about baseball
>you feel a warmth spread around your face
>Mommacore has fallen asleep on you
>whatever it feels great, and soon you're fast asleep in your Mommacores mane
>you dreamed of flowers that night
>it was the first time in a while that you dreamed of something good
>time passes and you're no longer the young boy who lost his parents
>you're now a young man in the last semester of your senior year of high school
>and Mommacore has been acting weird around you
>like not talking to you weird
>you go to meet with your social worker the next day to be caught by surprise
>your old black lady of a social worker has been replaced by a small, yet busty, cyclops
>she informs you that since you're in the care of a MG that they need a "better perspective" on these cases
>she then asks if she can make a house visit the next day
>you don't see why that wouldn't be a problem and you two agree to meet
>you get home to a pitch black house
>not even the tv is on
>as you go into the house, you hear something upstairs
>light is coming from your room and nowhere else
>you open the door to see Mommacore, naked in your bed using two dildos in her pussy and tailpussy, while huffing your dirty underwear and watching old videos of the trip to Fiji that you two went on last summer
>you wonder why she made you wear a speedo the entire time you were there
>and now you know why
>Mommacore is just staring at you, almost crying
>then she jumps up and yells "I'm sorry Anon!" while running into her room and locking the door
>you're now knocking on Mommacores door, trying to get her to open up
>all she's doing is crying and telling you to leave her alone
>you tell her it's not as bad as she thinks
>upon hearing this she pulls the door open and tells you with a puffy face "Bad?!? I'm literally torn between being a mother to you and fucking you!"
>"BUT I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME!" you proclaim to her face
>she just stands there, registering what you just said
>you can see her tail swaying back and forth like a puppy
>and like that you see her eyes glaze over as she grabs you and throws you into her bed
>she's drooling now crawling over your body taking in your musk
>then as fast as she threw you on the bed, your pants and underwear were shredded
>as she sees that you're already rock hard, she skips the pleasentries and foreplay and rides you hard
>it doesn't even take a minute before both of you are cumming
>it feels like you two came for hours on end
>but in reality it was only about a minute and a half
>still quite a record though
>but something feels off
>you're still hard even after cumming so much
>you look past your Mommacore to see her tail with no barbs on the bulb
>three are in the wall, one's in her dresser, and five are in your legs and feet
>Mommacore just smiles like a Cheshire and tells you "we've got a long night ahead of us dear~!"
>it's morning already
>and you're still pounding away your Mommacore on her king sized bed
>you're too engrossed by hitting it from the back while huffing her mane to notice the front door being opened
>and it isn't until you both cum again that you notice the flustered monoeye in a business suit in the doorway of the bedroom
>oh shit, you forgot all about the social worker coming over
>and then you hear Mommacore exclaim "Jessie?!?"
>you (still hard) ask her how she knows the social worker
>"Jessie was my freshman buddy when I was a senior in high school!"
>"Back in 1980 Sarah." The social worker counters
>you don't think nows the time to tease her about her graduation year so you take that info and store it away for later
>the cyclops continues "You know Sarah, this is a gross negligence on your part as this boys foster mother. You're looking at serious jail time right now."
>your Mommacore goes white and silent, tears welling up in her eyes
>for some reason things start to get blurry and soon the both of you are pleading with Jessica to make things right
>"How old is he?" Jessica asks
>you tell her that you turned 18 two months ago
>she tells you two to clean up and meet her downstairs
>Mommacore tells you to use your shower this time as she needs some time to herself
>you sadly tell her okay and respect her wishes
>the whole time you're trying to figure out a way to keep on living with your Mommacore
>you eventually get out of the shower and go downstairs to see a calm monoeye and a shaking Mommacore drinking coffee in the kitchen
>Jessica sees you and asks you to sit down and explains that she won't call the authorities and that you two are in the clear
>as long as you two are married and no longer a foster family
>she hands you a piece of paper that was already signed by your Mommacore
>'Certificate of Marriage' it reads
>you sign the paper like it was a contract from the Dodgers
>as soon as you sign it Mommacore grabs you and kisses you like never before
>you're all to happy to reciprocate
>you then thank Jessica for helping you two
>she just smiles and says "You can thank your Aunt Jessica during the honeymoon stud!"
>you don't know what to think of this as you turn to your Mommacore
>she just shrugs her shoulders and says "What Anon? I had to make a deal to get this certificate of marriage and you really impressed Jessie here this morning!"
>now it was the cyclops' turn to be embarrassed
>you're just shaking your head, wondering where the future will take you
>but, with your Mommacore by your side, you know the future will be great