"General Amidala docking imminent, repeat, General Amidala docking."
The speakers across base on Yavin IV broadcast the message causing various engineers, pilots and assorted rebels to look up and cheer. Everyone was glad to hear of the safe return of their leader but none more so than the small figure dashing from within the base right out to the landing platform, under the clear view of the bridge where he should have been waiting.
"Mom!"
The figure cried out in a boyish voice, sprinting so fast he might reach the circular landing zone before the shuttle did. He reluctantly stopped short, a safe distance from where the engines had changed to point downwards and slow the ascent. He hopped between each foot in anticipation. Before the craft had touched down, the bay doors started to open and turn into a ramp. Another figure could be seen, first in line to disembark.
As soon as the ramp had angled enough to become a walkable surface, a woman stepped out onto it, her eyes shining with happiness as she saw the boy waiting. Long strides took her to the edge and she hopped down, immediately tackled by the boy. His straw blond hair pressed tight into her large motherly bosom.
"Luke. It is good to see you too, but it has only been a few days."
"But it felt longer. Did the mission at Bahryn work? Did you see any Imperials, Did'ya blast 'em? I heard they got a new Tie model. I bet it wouldn't stand a chance against our pilots. I bet I could take it, I've been practising in the simulators."
The boy unleashed a barrage of questions and comments more intense than any briefing General Amidala had endured before. She extracted the boy from her chest, appreciating the affection but desperate to get out of the thick white padded outfit she had worn to the icy moon.
"And the simulator is where you will stay. Ten is far too young to be taking on the Galactic Empire."
Luke frowned, their typical argument reigniting.
"But Dad was younger than I am when he saved you on Naboo."
"Well your father was very special."
Padmé had only told Luke a very narrow version of his fathers life. The eventual corruption of her husband was not something she wanted to dwell on. After Anakin's betrayal near the end of the Clone Wars had left her close to death, it was only a single thread of hope that had caused her survival. Her son Luke. She wanted to raise him right, with all the skills he would need to live and become a leader just like her. But that was years away. For now she was satisfied just keeping him safe.
"I have to de-brief the other officers."
She leaned in to whisper into the boys ear. He caught the high-class smell of some alien flower.
"We can discuss this later in my room."
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After a mercifully quick after-mission run-down, Padmé was able to get away and back to her quarters. The white-fur lined outfit may have been useful against the blizzards of Bahryn but it was stifling in the humid jungle air of Yavin IV. The greatcoat was the first thing she threw into storage after the meeting ended. Underneath was her skintight white battle-ready outfit that caught glances as she walked back to her room. Designed for moveability, it also gripped her midriff so tight her navel was visible against it, and barely contained her impressive chest. Her generous ass was also caught in a hug of snug fabric. She didn't mind the reaction her body caused. From Queen to Senator to General, her appearance could always be used to leverage an advantage.
The door to her quarters slid open and she locked it behind her. The last thing she wanted after a mission was interruption. She shared her quarters with her son and that alone fuelled some persistent rumours. Her former relationship with Anakin and their age gap. The over-protectiveness she showed to Luke. Whispers from other Rebel bases. 'A taste for younglings' .
Luke was sat on her bed waiting for her return, plugged into a holovid simulator program with his eyes covered in a bulky cube and his hands gripping virtual fighter controls. Padmé, wanting to surprise him, tiptoed closed until she was just behind. His face darted this way and that, unaware of the real world and blasting some unseen virtual spaceship. That was until Padmé leant in, her breasts engulfing either side of Luke's face, each one bigger than his head.
"Wah! Mom not fair! You made me go off course."
She sighed. 'Boys and their toys.' then responded by putting an arm around him and pulling him back onto the bed on top of her. The headset clattered off him. Padmé's hand was sneaking between the layers of his loose white robe top and her eyes were locked to his beige pants and leg wrappings, looking for movement. As she held him closer, her breasts cut off his protests as they swelled around his head, the skintight white fabric looking like it was about to split like the skin of an overripe meiloorun.
Padmé love running her hand on Luke's athletic washboard abs, his slightly twinky body had just the right amount of definition for his age. Her lips smooched the top of his unruly mop of golden hair. She played her hand across his hairless torso and circled his cute nipples playfully. One of Luke's pantlegs was widening. Padmé smiled broadly, showing teeth, overjoyed at her son's raw talent unfurling before her.
"Moooom~ You're making it hard again."
"That's because you need to learn how to use it."
"Well you better make it feel good."
"Oh yes Luke. I'm going to make it feel very good."
What was widening the leg of Luke's pants was his cock. The shape extended like a lightsaber igniting, an obvious shota dickprint that had Padmé flushing with excitement. Luke jumped up and hopped out of his pants, before his cock became too big to contain. Padmé always loved the first sight of it after being away. From when his growth spirt had started it had kept exceeding her expectations.
"My, how you've grown."
She had been grooming him into an ideal future leader, nurturing his force sensitivity, pilot skills and the battlefield of politics. But the real reason she knew he was going to be a born leader was because her son was hung as hell. Almost two foot of delectably fat cock lugged around on his waist like a weapon.
On a boy so slight and slender it looked even more brutal. Thicker than his own leg and growing every cycle. Soon it might touch the floor and Padmé worried she would be unable to handle it alone. But she would be determined to try.
"Poor thing. It must have been missing its mother's touch"
"It only goes like this when you play around with it. It's your fault so you gotta deal with it."
"Of course darling."
The General knelt reverently, lifting his club of flesh and posed with it, letting the head rest on her outstretched tongue, licking up to the tip.
"Do you want me in one of my Senate outfits tonight baby?"
After the Republic fell, Padmé had managed to escape with her entire elaborate wardrobe. The only real use it had seen since then was as elaborate costumes for her son to rip off her slutty body when she teased him too much.
"No Mom, I just want you out of that thing."
He gripped his cock at the base and slapped it across the side of Padmé's face, then back again on her tits, making them jostle and slosh. Padmé's pussy got wetter hearing him demand they go straight to their incestuous lovemaking.
Her hands lifted her top up from her belt. She peeled it slowly and deliberately, savouring the starry-eyed look of excited lust in her son's face as she did so. Her breasts were carried up by the top, defying gravity as they clung to the material. There was no undergarment beneath it and Luke got an envious view of the pale, regal curves of his mother. Soft, inviting and crowning a tight filleted midriff that defied her age magnificently. Despite passing her 35 th year she had retained her meticulously honed body and the youthful skin of a teenager and the only effect her ageing seemed to have was expanding Milfy curves.
Her chest lost the battle against fabric and tumbled down, spilling over and making a neat little valley to home Luke's hard shaft. The hard bobble of her nipples was surrounded by a soft, peachy halo of areola that the edges of kissed the powerful veins on Luke's cock head. Padmé shook the top off her head, cascading ringlets of glossy brunette hair dancing in the soft bedroom light.
She moaned theatrically, her chest pushing outwards and her breasts grabbing more around Luke's member and snuggling it deeper to her cleavage. Her eyes met his as she weaved her topless body closer, his shaft cutting through tittyflesh until his bright pink cockhead was at her lips.
Padmé squeezed her tits over her son's dick, enveloping as much as she could. She could feel the pulse of his excitement, throbbing in that perfect spire of masculinity. He could feel the same in her delighted heartbeat. Her rouged lips struck his piss-slit, her first taste in days of her boy's virility. She planted kisses all over what she could reach with her mouth, praising her boy in a way no mother should. Luke's hand threaded into her intricately knotted hair and pulled her forward. Not content with just her devotion to his development, he wanted a more visceral reward. If his mother was going to keep him cooped up at HQ then he was going to use her to let off some pre-teen steam in the most pleasurable way he knew.
"Mmmhm. Mommy's been hungry for this."
Luke didn't reply, just tugged her closer and skewered her mouth onto his rod. Padmé pushed her lascivious chest up and down anything she couldn't get into her mouth. She took his cockhead sideways, denting her cheek out in a lewd stretch and moaned. Her tongue paid extra attention to his sensitive glans and Luke's jaw was set in teeth clenching pleasure as his mother worked over his tip just right.
Padmé slurped over his cockhead like a wet harmonica, her boobs matching her movements as they slid up and down, keeping the rest of that fuckstick warm and ready. Luke wouldn't be patient for long. She bobbed her head faster, working her throat out around his length. The further it sank, the more saliva she rose back up with, gagging it back out and letting it drip down. The mashing of her titties pulled those sloppy stands into the mix and soon her cleavage was a slobbery mess. Her strokes over Luke's cock were well lubed, producing the sinful slick noises of wet flesh plapping together.
The base of Luke's slim hips was soon bashing the bottom of her chest, his humping getting faster and faster. Even at his small size, he was bucking enough to threaten to topple the kneeling whore-mother and she had to let more of his cock start torpedoing her throat to manage. Padmé could feel so much power in his girth, the darker look in his eye when he was after something he felt he had been denied, the relentless exuberance of an eager boy, all bound together into a cock she absolutely stood no chance against. She was barely halfway before she would be gagging. Luke demanded more of her. She used her breasts in the hope he would be satisfied with a spitlubed titjob, but he wanted all of it submerged in her throat.
"You will swallow it all."
Luke waved his hand in front of Padmé's eyes as his cock hitched and refused to go any further against her straining neck.
'That little brat! I told you before not to do that!'
Padmé thought to herself, regretting letting her son learn some of the force tricks from Jedi within the rebellion. He was far from advanced enough to wrestle full control from her, but his suggestive voice did resound in her head. She felt the will to submit increase. If it was the force, or just love for her son, who could say.
Whatever the source, the outcome was clear. Luke's mighty kiddie cock sank past her point of resistance and he carried his hipstroke right to the base. All of his heated log of cockmeat was interred in his own mother, his balls buzzed at the feeling of her constricting insides. Each time she fought back her gag reflex, it closed a little tighter on his cock. She blinked the little tears away that were forming in her eyes and tried to relax her body. Luke started to thrust in and out, his smooth, low-hanging balls slapping against his mother chin humiliatingly. He hugged her face to his body as he hunched over her kneeling form, using his esteemed mother's mouth like a sextoy.
It was only from this new position that Padmé inadvertently convinced him to change his plans. He was intending to unleash his days worth of thick sperm right into her stomach, but when leant over her, he saw right down her nude back and the little jiggleshow she was making with her huge, wide ass. Athletic buttocks with a pillowy softness blanketing them, with her leggings leaving nothing to the imagination.
Luke pulled back, Padmé gasping as his bitchbreaker was extracted and looping strands of throat slime followed it.
"Get up and strip. I wanna see your ass Mom."
Padmé obliged, she knew her boy well and she could tease her way into getting that thick beast right where she could get as much pleasure as he would. She stood and turned, looking back at him. His eyes feasted on her gigantic melons of ass. Slowly, her thumbs hooked the grey belt, snapping the clasp and dropping the heavy mechanism to the floor. Now her hands could peel her leggings down, every little movement revealing more expanse of pale mommybutt. She bent her torso as she pushed them lower, keeping her legs completely straight. Luke was treated to a sensual stripshow as her heaving breasts hung just behind the revealing lengths of Padmé's legs. Underneath she had just a tiny, high-waisted thong with strands that hugged her hips but disappeared completely on meeting the curves of her ass.
"Like what you see Luke?"
The boy nodded. Between those cheeks was the honeypot he was desperate for. Padmé sashayed over to her bed and laid back, her legs spread to either side of her and her heels up on the mattress, showing her son the scantily clad expanse of her sex, thong wet and clinging to her motherly pussy.
Luke scrambled forward, avid hands ripping her thong right off her body. His cock was raring to go, his mother curled a finger to encourage him on.
"Show me how much you missed me. Show me how much of a big boy you've become."
He penetrated with a deep thrust. Her honeyed words brought up his frustration. He was going to take those feelings out on her now.
"I want to go fight the Empire and you just coop me up here. It's so boring. You can at least entertain me with your body."
As his cock drove into her, Padmé's whole body tensed up, inch after inch shocking her with lighting sensation through her body. Her pussy accepted him with nurturing delight, shaping to fit her son's godly prowess. Her legs wrapped around his waist, she wanted his brisk, unrefined thrusts. The more powerful his thrusts became the stronger her pride felt in her boy.
Luke's cock bashed against Padmé's cervix, sunk so deep it demanded to be let in to her most inner sanctum. The tip poked through and his shaft had just enough slickness to burrow through the throbbing tightness. Padmé screamed in lust, unbridled by the taboo nature of their relationship. All she wanted was this cock. Luke smirked at her whorish display in front of him, knowing just how badly they both needed this release.
"You're such a whore Mom. I bet you think of my cock all the time on your missions."
"Yes! I'm a boyloving slut. I used to chase after any cute kid. But the one I found with the biggest cock of all was my own son and I love it!~"
Luke reached out for her tits and groped them greedily. His hips gyrated, pushing his cock to the base, their pubis meeting. His short stature call for him to climb her. His face dove into her chest and laid there in mallow-bliss. His hips pressed his mothers into the bed. The small ten-year-old body pressed his mothers fat ass right into the sheets with a relentless PLAP PLAP PLAP of incestuous mating.
Padmé felt her pussy get defeated by Luke's girthy dominating rod, she cried out again and showed her boy the high-class O-face of a well fucked mommyslut. Her slit squirted out all over his cock, soaking it in juices. She couldn't stop, her pussy capitulating again and against, chaining orgasms as his rough, jackhammer treatment continued.
The boy couldn't be stopped and each thrust in would displace more squirt, his mother losing her mind from chained orgasms. His cock was a hammer to her feminine anvil and Padmé was getting bent totally out of shape on his dick. The sexual spark in him was lighting her entire legacy on fire and she would happily do so if they would be left to fornicate in the ashes.
"Ah Mom… I'm gonna…"
The curtains of blond parted on his face and she could see her boy biting his lip cutely. He had a monster between the legs but was so adorable when he came.
"Cum!"
Shining white ropes unleashed into Padmé's pussy. Another layer of orgasms hit her and she felt the feathery glopping as wad after wad marked her womb. Luke was releasing all his pent frustrations, his spurts of satisfactions criss-crossing in his mother's cunt.
"Oh god Luuuuuuke~ It's so hot, I can feel it everywhere~"
Padmé's toes curled and she tied her legs closer, not wanting to let her boy pull out even an inch. The heat was coursing through her own body and their incestuous mating was producing so much pleasure that her brain was cooking in it.
'This boy is a stud...'
Her entire quim clenched and milked that fat shaft until the boy had blasted out so much sperm he was losing feeling in his legs. Breathing hard, he laid on her soft curves resting. Padmé stroked his hair slowly. He always gave his all to everything he did, including fucking.
--
They dozed their in afterglow for an hour until Padmé had to reluctantly had to slide the boy off and go take a shower. She had a meeting with some banking clan representative this evening and had to look somewhat presentable if she hoped to secure their funding. She picked out one of her favourites, a black corset evening gown that always got peoples attention, though these days she was practically busting it at the seams.
She emerged from the dressing room to see Luke fully awake again. His white-beige outfit was cast aside and he was laying there completely naked, stroking his cock back to hardness.
"You just got back Mom. You can't leave already."
Padmé only took a second to decide before pressing a button on the intercom on the wall.
"Captain? This is General Amidala. Push all my meetings by two hours."