I stumbled into the house after my "date" with Chelsea, my body still buzzing from the alley fuck, my cock sore and my mind a mess. The image of her fat, wrinkled ass and dripping pussy was burned into my brain, but so was the panic from Mom's call—she'd seen something on the security cameras, probably me naked last night, my cum on her face. I was fucked. As I stepped into the living room, there was Debbie, standing like a goddamn vision in black silk lingerie that hid nothing. The sheer fabric clung to her massive tits, her dark nipples poking through, and—holy shit—she wasn't wearing panties, her trimmed pussy fully exposed, glistening under the dim light. My cock twitched instantly, betraying me as always.
"Sit down, Rick," she said, her voice firm but soft, pointing to the kitchen table. I obeyed, slumping into a chair across from her, my eyes darting anywhere but her face. Her huge tits jiggled as she leaned forward, and I couldn't stop picturing them bouncing as I'd imagined fucking her last night. I braced for a slap, like when I was a kid and fucked up, but instead, she stood and pulled me into a hug, pressing her massive breasts against my face. The silk was cool, but her tits were warm and heavy, her nipples brushing my cheek. "I understand you're growing up," she said, her voice gentle but trembling. "Your body's full of impure thoughts, but they can't be about me, Rick. I'm your mother, the one who birthed and raised you. I love your father."
Her words were kind, but my cock didn't give a shit. It swelled in my pants, a huge erection bulging against the fabric, impossible to hide. She noticed, her eyes widening, and before I could apologize, crack—her hand slapped my face hard, stinging my cheek. "I'm talking to you with love, and you're sitting there like a pervert!" she snapped, her tits heaving with anger. "I thought I raised you better! Go to your room. We'll talk when your father gets back." My heart sank. Dad was way worse—his temper was violent, and he'd beat the shit out of me if he knew about this. I mumbled an apology, my face burning, and bolted to my room, my erection still throbbing despite the shame.
I locked the door and collapsed on my bed, my mind racing. Mom's naked pussy, Chelsea's blackmail, that video of me getting fucked in the game—it was too much. My phone buzzed, and I grabbed it, dreading what I'd see. A message from Chelsea: Get online now. Don't keep me waiting. My stomach churned, but my cock twitched at the thought of her in-game body—those massive tits, that wet pussy. I grabbed the VRChrome, my hands shaking, and put it on. The screen lit up: Account Initiated. Enter Username. I typed "Rio," as she'd told me, and the game loaded the Hero Pimbloy skin. My avatar appeared—a muscular beast of a man, short black hair with a slight fringe, deep black eyes, and a rugged Aboriginal vibe, his body chiseled and powerful.
I spawned in a dimly lit hut, lying on a straw bed, completely naked. My cock—Pimbloy's cock—was fucking massive, bigger than mine, thick and veined, standing erect like a goddamn monument. Around me were women, some chubby with sagging tits and hairy pussies, others muscular with firm asses and pierced nipples, all staring at me with hungry eyes. "Mmmh… ahhn," one moaned softly, licking her lips as she eyed my cock, but something held them back, like they were waiting for permission. I tried to cover myself, my heart pounding, but before I could, the hut's door swung open, and Chelsea strode in, her in-game skin as Narika—slim, voluptuous, with huge tits bouncing free, golden nipple rings glinting, and her jiggly ass swaying. The women dropped to their knees, chanting, "Great Chief Narika!" and scattered, leaving us alone.
Chelsea's eyes locked onto my cock, and she grinned, stepping closer. "Well, fuck, look at that," she purred, grabbing my massive dick with her chubby hand, stroking it slowly. "I designed this skin to have the biggest cock possible. Impressive, huh?" Her touch sent a jolt through me, my cock throbbing in her grip. "Get up," she ordered, letting go. I stood, my erection swinging, and asked, "Where are we going?"
She smirked, her tits jiggling as she turned toward the door. "To the meeting hall. We're planning the attack on the Rock Village." Her voice was all business, but her eyes lingered on my cock, promising more trouble. I followed, my mind split between fear of her control, the memory of Mom's slap, and the sick thrill of what Chelsea might make me do next in this fucked-up game.