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David woke with a raging erection and a headache. He was alone - his date the previous evening had ended in disaster, as had all the previous ones. At 17, all his friends were having frequent sex with a variety of girls, or so they claimed; but his particular problem had prevented him from consummating even one relationship. He decided to have a piss, some paracetamol, a coffee, and a morning’s intensive wanking, in that order.
He emptied his bladder, then wrapped a towel around his hips and pottered down to the kitchen. His mother’s bedroom door was open and he peeped in to see whether the bed had been slept in. It hadn’t. Good - that meant, he hoped, that her own date had gone well and she was now enjoying the attentions of a bloke, which was what she badly needed. Since his father had died 2 years ago, Pauline had tried unsuccessfully to get back into the dating scene. But she was prone to spells of depression and had as little luck as him, her only child.
The lounge was in darkness and he heard a faint noise from within. Pauline, fully dressed, was curled up on the sofa, snuffling. There was a bottle of gin on the coffee table, fortunately still 2/3 full. His heart sank. He sat down next to her and touched her gently, and she crawled into his arms, sobbing.
‘It’s OK, mum, it’s OK,’ he murmured. ‘What’s wrong?’
She buried her face in his bare shoulder and he felt the wetness of tears.
‘Just me, love. I shouldn’t get my hopes up so much. I can’t help it. I just can’t find the right man ...’
‘Did he hurt you?’ David was fiercely protective of his mother. Privately he couldn’t understand why she never seemed to be able to hit it off with men - she was still attractive, with a trim figure, dressed well, and could be vivacious and fun. Compared with most of his friends’ mothers she was, well, a babe.
‘Oh no, nothing like that. He was very sweet and kind. But ....’
She sat up and wiped her eyes, smearing her mascara, then shuffled against him so that her back was against his chest. He put his arms around her, carefully avoiding her breasts, but enjoying the feel of a warm body against his. She drew her legs up and her skirt slipped up to her hips. David saw that she was wearing black hold-up stockings, very sexy. He cursed silently as his cock stiffened and began to tent the towel.
‘How about you, my love,’ she said. ‘Any luck with Angie?’
‘Uhuh. Same thing as always ...’
‘What sort of thing? You’re a lovely lad, girls seem to swoon over you. What is it, you can tell me?’
‘Oh, I don’t know really ...’ he couldn’t tell her, not his own mum, despite needing desperately to discuss it with someone. ‘They never let me get past second base.’
‘What’s second base these days? Hands down the knickers? Oh, don’t be embarrassed. I’ve been there too, you know. Too many times ...’
The woman reached out and took a swig from the gin bottle, then passed it back to him. They sat together, silently, for a while. Pauline took another swig and began to talk, in a small nervous voice. David sensed that she was forcing herself.
‘Michael - your father - was a very special man, you know. We loved each other intensely. We had a very physical relationship - very physical. I hope you don’t mind me telling you this. I’d had a few lovers before him but he was different. He was very well endowed. I mean ... well, you know what I mean. Enormous. And I’m not a big woman. It was very difficult at first. It took 3 or 4 months before we could have proper intercourse. It was very painful but I loved him so much that I persevered. After I ... got used to him ... then it was marvellous. You can’t imagine.’
David’s head swam with the images that she conjured up in his mind. Glancing down, he noticed that his mother’s legs were apart and the crotch of her lacy black panties was visible. He felt his cock swell to iron harness.
‘When he died,’ she went on, ‘my world fell to bits. Well, you know that. I missed him so much - the physical side as well. I missed having him inside me, all the time. I still do. When I started dating again, I was hoping to find someone who could replace him - not as a husband, no-one could ever do that, but at least physically. But I can’t. They have all been average. They can’t satisfy me. I don’t feel anything. Every time I get my hopes up but ... it’s useless.’
There was silence, David trying to stop thinking about his mother’s craving for a huge cock.
‘What about you?’ she said. ‘Why can’t you get anywhere with girls, my love?’
David cleared his throat and took a gulp of gin, feeling it loosen his inhibitions slightly.
‘Well, same thing, really. I mean, they want to snog me and let me grope them and everything, and some of them are asking me to ... go to bed with them, but then ... they say I’m too big. They take fright, sort of. Get their hands on it and shriek and back off. ‘You’re not putting that thing anywhere near me.’ That sort of thing. I tried with one girl, she wanted to, but we couldn’t. She said I was hurting her. It’s not my fault that I’m so big, is it?’
Pauline was trembling.
‘I wondered,’ she whispered. ‘I wondered if you might have inherited ... oh my love, have you?’
She twisted round and her hand fell onto the rock-hard shaft under the towel. She gave a little moan. Her hands fumbled to pull the towel away and reveal the organ in all its massive glory. It rose straight and firm, impossibly long and thick, the flared head shining and purple, a glistening drop of pre-cum balanced on the tip.
‘Oh,’ she breathed, ‘you’re even bigger than your father!’
David’s mother squatted on the sofa, heedless of her skirt now almost around her waist, and reached out to curl her hands around her son’s velvety shaft. He groaned helplessly. He had been in a state of sexual frustration since the evening before and his balls felt as if they would explode. Slowly, as if in a trance, Pauline pulled off her blouse and unclasped her bra and let her full breasts bounce free. She cupped them in her hands and bent forward and pushed his cock in her cleavage. She massaged him between her breasts, feeling the hard flange of his cockhead pressing deep into her soft flesh.
David moaned loudly and bucked his hips. Pauline felt warm jets of sperm splashing against her chin and neck and chest, trickling down over her breasts and fingers and dripping off her nipples. He pulsed for ages, emptying great gouts of semen over his mother’s torso. She eased him out from between her breasts and continued to caress his still-hard shaft with dripping fingers. She felt a hot wetness spreading into her panties.
‘And you come just like him too,’ she whispered to herself.
Her son was in shock. He fumbled with the towel. ‘Oh god, mum, I’m sorry. Here, let me clean you up ...’
His mother smiled up at him, her eyes shining with joy. ‘Only if you want to, my love.’
She stroked his slippery cock, spreading the sperm along its length, feeling his emission trickling down her breasts and dripping off her nipples.
‘Just like your father,’ she said softly. ‘He would stay hard after coming, too. And he used to cover me in spunk. Almost drowned me sometimes! I always regretted not being able to fellate him properly, but he was just too big. My mouth wouldn’t open wide enough. We joked about me having surgery so I could get him inside.’ She bent forward and licked a blob of semen from the top of his cock. ‘Have you ever been fellated, my love?’
David shook his head. His erection was raging and he wanted to come again, he could feel the pressure. And his mother’s hands and voice were stoking up the urgency to unbearable levels.
‘You’re beautiful, you know,’ she murmured. ‘Your cock is magnificent. Will you fuck me with it? Please?’
Her son jumped as if stung. To hear his mother say such words ... and yet he wanted nothing so much as to bury his aching column deep within her trim body, to ram into her as hard as he could, to pump his semen up into her innards ...
She took the lurch in his cock as a ‘yes’, and fumbled with her skirt, smearing sperm over the black fabric.
‘Help me, darling, will you? My hands are shaking.’
He got the dress unzipped and eased it down over her hips, unable to take his eyes off her thrusting breasts liberally splashed with his ejaculation. Her nipples were big and dark and very very hard ... she stood on wobbly legs and dragged her panties down, then planted her feet apart and bent over and rested her hands on the back of the sofa. The black nylons, snug around her pale thighs, screamed at his senses.
‘Fuck me, my love,’ she whimpered. ‘I don’t care!’
David scrambled up and stood behind her, his heavy cock waving. Her pussy lips were bare and swollen, parted with eagerness. His mother reached back and pulled them wide apart to expose the big dark tunnel between.
‘Put it in, hurry!’
He bent his aching cock downwards and placed it against her soft slippery lips. This was the point when the girl - the only girl he had got that far with - would cry out with pain, tell him to stop ... he pushed, harder, and she thrust back against him. Both cried out loudly as her vagina dilated suddenly and he slid into the hot muscular tunnel. Her insides quivered around him. He pushed more and just kept on sliding, deeper and deeper, until his pubic bone was pressed against her buttocks.
Pauline was sobbing with ecstasy. She had not been filled like that since her husband had died - in fact never as much, for David was even bigger. It felt like he was occupying the whole of her body, his cock pressing up against her diaphragm, forcing her hips apart. She seemed to be able to feel every ridge and bump of his shaft, caressing her innards.
For his part David was in sensory overload. His cock was sheathed completely in a hot tight muscular tunnel, every inch of it was squeezed and massaged. He looked down at his mother’s naked back and buttocks, wondering how on earth she managed to fit him in. Her anus was distended into a thin line, her labia stretched thinly around the base of his shaft. He put his hands on her waist and she pushed back at him, willing him to thrust.
The action came naturally. David began to pump, at first gently, then harder and deeper, pulling his mother’s pliant body back and forth over his shaft. The flange of his cockhead rasped back and forth along her vaginal walls. Pauline grunted and moaned and whimpered. Her labia, stretched to near-transparency, clung to his cock as if to pull him back in. He pounded harder, encouraged by her ragged gasps. Soon his cockhead was emerging on every stroke, stretching her taut labia almost to splitting point, then plunging back in until his balls slapped against her pubes. Air and juice squirted out with every stroke.
Suddenly Pauline cried out and he felt her climax, waves of contraction travelling back and forth along her vagina, milking his cock fiercely. As it intensified he lost control and his own orgasm began, blasting fresh semen deep into her body. They pulsed in synchrony for eons, her insides sucking out every last drop of his sperm. And even when it was over and their climaxes had ebbed to a few random spasms, her pussy still clutched at him, reluctant to let him go.
David remained inside her, feeling his cock soften, looking at the beads of sweat on his mother’s shoulder-blades. He didn’t want to move, wanted to stay like that, sheathed in her hotness, for ever. But his knees were starting to shake, so he eased his cock out of her. Pauline stayed bent over, her legs straight, panting with exertion. Spunk still dripped off her breasts onto the sofa. She could feel her pussy gaping, cool air filtering deep into her body. A flood of sperm gushed out, over her clitoris, and splashed onto the floor - such a well-remembered feeling. Michael had loved to watch her creampies, as he called them.
Her son watched too as the cloudy fluids spilled out of her dark gaping tunnel, dripping onto the carpet and running down her thighs and down the stockings. Amazingly, he felt his cock stir and begin to swell again ... this time, he thought, I’ll be able to keep going for hours ...
last modified 27 August 2008