This was made using a local install of Reforge for Stable Diffusion using 3WolfMond: https://huggingface.co/Xeno443 . I'd recommend any or all of the 'Mond models, they're all some of the best furry SDXL models.

For the upload Tail Tagger was used to assist in tagging: https://github.com/renfald/tail-tagger . Along with the JPT-3 for AI assisted tags: https://huggingface.co/RedRocket/JTP-3/tree/main/models?not-for-all-audiences=true

The front door clicked open with a soft, familiar *click*, and Gumball Watterson stepped inside the mess that was his living room, backpack slung over one shoulder, sneakers squeaking against the sticky wooden floor. The air hit him like a wall—thick, cloying, heavy with the sour-sweet stench of spilled red wine, cheap vodka, and the thick, musky scent of his mother’s arousal. It was intoxicating. Disgusting. And somehow, impossibly, overwhelmingly hot.

Nicole Watterson lay sprawled across the beige sofa like a goddess who had given up on life. The living room was a war zone of empty bottles—wine, vodka, a half-finished bottle of peach schnapps—scattered across the coffee table and the floor. A single overturned glass lay on its side, dark red liquid pooling around it. Clothes from the laundry lay in a heap: his mom’s pink bra dangling from the couch arm, her white shirt shoved up under her arms like she’d given up halfway through undressing herself.

And then Gumball saw her.

Nicole’s blue body was a masterpiece of obscene perfection. Her large, heavy breasts rose and fell with slow, drunken breaths, the pink nipples stiff and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and arousal. The pink bra had been yanked down beneath them, leaving her tits completely exposed—full, round, veined, the undersides flushed deep pink from the heat. Her belly was flat and toned, a soft navel peeking out above the waistband of her pink panties. Those panties—*fuck*—were pulled aside, not removed, the crotch stretched obscenely wide, her pink vulva on full, dripping display. The inner lips were puffy and swollen, glistening with thick strands of vaginal fluids that stretched in long, glossy ropes from her slit down to her thick thighs. Her clit peeked out, swollen and throbbing, and even in her deep sleep her pussy clenched visibly, a fresh gush of clear, sticky fluid welling up and trickling down.

Her mouth hung wide open, tongue lolling out, a thick rope of drool connecting her lower lip to the soft mound of her cleavage. The ZZZZ bubbles floated lazily above her head like a halo. Her cheeks were flushed a deep, aroused pink, lashes fluttering even though her eyes stayed closed. Thick blue thighs spread wide, one leg bent, the other dangling off the edge of the couch, the blue tail curled lazily on the cushion.

Gumball’s stomach twisted with revulsion. *Mom… what the actual fuck? She’s passed out drunk, her pants are around her ankles—her pussy is literally out— and I’m supposed to… oh god, this is so wrong.* His face burned with embarrassment. He could feel his cock twitching in his pants like a traitor.

Then his eyes dropped lower.

The sight of her exposed, dripping cunt—swollen, pink, so obscenely wet, the way her labia parted slightly with every slow breath—sent a bolt of pure, electric lust straight to his groin. His stomach flipped again, but this time in the opposite direction. His cock hardened instantly, surging to full mast inside his jeans with a sudden, aching *throb*. It was the biggest, hardest boner of his entire life—thick, throbbing, already leaking a wet spot into his underwear. His balls felt heavy, swollen, aching.

*Holy shit… Mom… she’s so fucking sexy. Even like this… passed out, drunk, pussy dripping… I can’t stop looking. She’s perfect. God, I hate that I love this. I hate that I want to touch her. I hate how much I want to…*

His hand moved before his brain could stop it.

He unzipped his jeans with shaking fingers, the soft *shhhk* of the zipper loud in the quiet room. His cock sprang free—long, veined, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft and gave one slow, firm stroke. A low, involuntary groan escaped his throat. The heat of his own skin, the silky-smooth texture of his shaft, the faint salty tang of precum on his thumb—it all made his knees weak.

Nicole’s body twitched once, a soft, drunk moan slipping past her lips. Her pussy visibly clenched around nothing, another thick rope of vaginal fluid gushing out and sliding down the curve of her ass.

Gumball’s hips jerked forward on instinct. He stepped closer, the scent of her arousal—sweet, musky, like ripe peaches mixed with something raw and animal—flooding his nose. He could hear it: the faint, wet *schlick-schlick* of her pussy leaking every time she breathed, the soft, rhythmic *snore* of her drunken sleep, the distant clink of a bottle rolling on the floor.

He stroked himself faster now, his free hand steadying himself on the back of the couch. His balls tightened, drawing up close to his body. The head of his cock was so sensitive it almost hurt. He could feel the pressure building in his groin like a dam about to burst.

*She’s so warm… so soft… look at those tits, Mom, they’re so heavy, so perfect. And this pussy… it’s dripping for me even while she sleeps. I’m not supposed to be doing this. I’m her son. But I can’t stop. I’m going to cum so hard…*

His strokes turned rhythmic, slick sounds mixing with the wet *shlick* of his cockhead sliding over his own precum. His free hand reached down and cupped one of her massive blue breasts, the soft, warm flesh spilling over his palm like warm silk. Her nipple hardened further under his thumb. He pinched it gently and felt her whole body shudder in her sleep—a tiny, drunken twitch that made her pussy gush again.

Gumball’s vision blurred. His balls drew up tight, the familiar tingle racing up his spine.

*Oh fuck… I’m gonna blow. It’s gonna be so much… I can feel it…*

He leaned forward, the head of his cock now hovering just inches from her dripping vulva, the hot breath from her open mouth brushing his shaft. The wet, obscene smell of her cunt was overpowering—salty, sweet, musky, intoxicating. His hips jerked forward on their own. The first thick rope of his cum erupted from his cock with a force that shocked him.

The first spurt was huge—hot, white, and viscous—splashing across her left breast, painting a glossy streak from her pink nipple up to her collarbone. It landed with a soft *plap* and began to drip down the heavy mound. The second spurt hit her right breast, then his third blasted across her flat, toned belly, splattering the soft skin just above her navel. The fourth and fifth ropes were pure white lightning, arcing over her pink panties and soaking through the fabric, running down the inside of her thighs in thick, creamy rivulets.

But he didn’t stop.

He kept stroking—faster now, desperate—milking every last drop while his cock pulsed and jerked against his own fist. Rope after thick rope erupted from him, each one louder, wetter, more powerful than the last. The air filled with the unmistakable, pungent scent of fresh male cum mixing with Nicole’s pussy musk. Thick globs splattered her chin, landed on her drooling tongue, painted her open mouth with sticky white streaks. One massive load landed directly on her clit, coating it in a glossy, pearly layer that made her swollen lips look even more obscene.

Gumball’s knees buckled. He braced both hands on the couch cushions on either side of her head, leaning over her sleeping form like a worshipper. His cock kept twitching, still shooting weak, final spurts that landed on her cheek, her eyelashes, even the soft pink fur on the side of her head. The last thick ropes oozed out of him in slow, creamy globs that slowly dripped down her neck and onto the sofa cushion beneath her.

He stood there panting, chest heaving, cock still half-hard and glistening, cum dripping from the tip in long, sticky strings. The room smelled like sex—his and hers, thick and heavy. Nicole’s body twitched again, a soft, satisfied little moan escaping her lips even in her drunken sleep. A fresh trickle of vaginal fluid mixed with his cum, running down between her thighs.

Gumball stared at the absolute mess he’d painted across his mother’s body—her tits, her belly, her face, her pussy—all glistening, all marked with his seed.

*Oh my god… I just… I fucking blew the biggest load of my life all over my own mom while she was passed out. I came so hard I almost saw stars. She’s still sleeping, still dripping, and I… I did that.*

He swallowed hard, his heart still hammering. A strange, shameful warmth spread through his chest—guilt, arousal, something darker and more addictive.

Nicole’s tongue flicked out slowly, licking a stray drop of cum from her lower lip, leaving a thin, glossy trail. Her pussy gave another weak, unconscious clench, squeezing out another thick rope of mixed fluids.

Gumball’s cock twitched again, already beginning to stir for round two.

He wiped his hand on the back of the couch, leaving a trail of his own cum, and just stood there, staring, breathing hard, the scent of sex and wine and cum still thick in the air.

The mess on his mother’s body slowly began to dry in the cool living-room air, but the evidence remained—shiny, white, and impossible to ignore.

Gumball didn’t move. He couldn’t. His cock was still half-hard, his balls still heavy, and the thought of cleaning it up while Nicole slept so peacefully was already making him throb again.

The biggest load of his life had been spent. The biggest, most obscene, most forbidden orgasm he had ever experienced.

And he was already ready for round two.