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His Father's Cock (mother-son, inc)
by Eros! (From Mr. Doubles)
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Not until my husband's death did I understand the meaning of the
word lonely. For 20 years, I built my life around him. His death,
along with that of one of our sons in a car crash almost destroyed
my world. I was 38 years old and thought my life was over. If it
hadn't been for my oldest boy, Jeff Junior, I don't that I would've
survived.
Jeff reminded me so much of his late father when he was also 18 it
was downright scary. When I saw him in the morning, his dad
immediately came to mind. Some memories were more painful than
others. When I saw Jeff at the pool with his shirt off or smelled
his sweat when he'd been mowing the lawn, hot sexual images of his
father invariably tormented me.
Jeff Senior and I enjoyed a wonderful sex life, full of passion and
unbridled lust right up until the day he died. I naturally missed
having my husband's cock when I wanted or needed it, especially
when it had been as big as his!
I know plenty of women who say that cock size isn't important, and
I suppose that's true if you've only known the small ones. But once
you've had a whopper like Jeff's, it would be damned difficult to
settle for something smaller.
That's why I was particularly disconcerted one morning when I went
to wake up Jeff Junior. He always slept in the nude, and during the
hot summer night he'd kicked off his sheets. What I saw that day
made my heart skip a beat. His cock was lying lazily across one
thigh, about half erect, and it was every bit as big as his
father's!
I sneaked quietly out the room and caught my breath before knocking
louder and giving him a chance to cover up before I went back in. I
was wearing nothing but a tee shirt and a pair of shorts that
morning, and as usual, no bra.
As I raised Jeff's shades and chatted about nothing special, I felt
his eyes boring into me. I wondered what he'd been dreaming about
to give him such a hard-on, and the emotions I experienced at that
moment were very upsetting.
Several things sped through my mind in a numbing rush. I missed
Jeff's father like crazy and was unbelievably horny, especially
after seeing my son's huge prick. Images of the two of them rushed
through my head and became terribly confused as I stepped towards
Jeff's bed. It was as if I was detached from my body, watching
myself from across the room, and what I saw was both terrifying and
absolutely thrilling.
"What's wrong, mom?" I heard Jeff ask
"Oh, baby, I'm just so terribly lonely!", I replied.
"Aw, don't cry, mom," he said. "I miss Dad too."
"I just can't bear it any more," I sobbed.
My son pulled me into his arms, as I had hoped and held me tight.
My head was against his bare chest where I pressed my face against
a firm, hairy nipple that could've been my husband's! The sheet was
pushed well down Jeff's belly, and I gasped when I saw a mole below
his navel.
"Your father had a mole just like that one!" I blurted.
"Did he also have a cock like this one, Mom?", Jeff asked, pushing
aside the sheet and showing me his gorgeous erection.
"Jeff!" I gasped.
A combination of shock and outright desire left me breathless. At
first I thought I had imagined my son's bold words. Had I secretly
wanted hear them so badly that I had conjured them in my mind? No,
I'd heard correctly alright, because as I lay there against his
strong, muscular young body, Jeff embraced me like a lover and ran
one hand beneath my tee shirt. My body trembled when I felt my son
grab my left tit and squeeze gently.
"I know this is crazy, Mom," he said, kneading both my breasts and
squeezing my nipples. "But I was dreaming about you and all of a
sudden you just appeared and... I guess I got things confused."
I sat dumbfounded, overcome with sudden lust for my son. Jeff's
hand wandered from my tits to my crotch where he rubbed the
dampness of my cunt-mound through my shorts.
"You're so hot and wet down here, Mom," he said softly. "Is it me
making you that way?"
Finally I had to say something, and when I did, the words came out
in a torrent. So did my actions.
"Yes, honey," I cried, kissing him hard on the mouth and driving my
tongue between his lips. I held his head as I talked fast and
furious. "I want you too, son! No man since your father has ever
made me want him so bad. I want you so desperately I can almost
taste this big thing already!"
I grabbed his huge dick and squeezed. It even felt like my late
husband's! I lifted my arms so Jeff could pull off my tee shirt and
free my big boobs. They swung heavily in front of his face and I
trembled when he sucked them hard, making my sensitive nipples rise
like magic.
"Yeah," Jeff moaned as my fingers wrapped around his stiff meat and
stroked long and slow. "Your hand feels so good on my cock, Mom!"
"I've something else that's going to make you feel even better,
baby!" I groaned, jumping up and yanking my shorts and panties off.
I took a precious moment to rub my hot pussy as I thrust my hips
wantonly in my son's face. I grabbed Jeff's hand and shoved it
between my naked thighs. The feel of his probing fingers in my cunt
made my knees feel week.
"I'm getting so hot!"
"Me too," he breathed.
He wasn't kidding. Jeff's big cock was twitching like it had a life
of its own, and I hastily dove between his legs and swallowed as
much of it as I could. The whole time I sucked my son's cock, I
stared at that mole above his pubic hair. It was like twenty years
had evaporated and I was blowing my husband on our honeymoon night!
Jeff's mouth was busy too. He plowed his tongue between my open
thighs, licking the outside of my pussy before plunging between the
slippery cunt-lips. He spread them wide with his fingers, giving
himself better access to my juicy wet hole, and when his tongue
pounced on my love button I almost passed out with ecstasy. I
grabbed his head and held it into my crotch until I couldn't stand
it any longer. I had to have his cock!
"Do you want to fuck me, baby?" I groaned.
Jeff lifted his face from my cunt and grinned. "I sure do, mom!"
"Tell me how much you want to fuck mommy's pussy, darling, " I
teased, rubbing my cunt in my son's face and quivering as his
tongue lapped at my burning clit.
"Only if you tell me how much you want my big cock, Mom!" he
challenged.
"Uuuuuhhhhhh, screw the talk!" I groaned, giving his cock-head one
last lick. I could taste his precum juices starting to flow. "Put
this big thing inside momma's hot pussy and fuck my brains out!"
I was thrilled to discover that Jeff Junior was every bit as
skilled a fucker as his insatiable father. He pulled me beneath him
and rammed himself into my squishy cunt, burying his hot, hard
prick inside me to the balls, making me squeal with joy. I was so
hungry for cock, and my son's prick was so enormous that I felt
like I was going to explode as he pumped it into me, hard and fast.
"Fuck me, Jeff!!" I cried, wrapping my legs around him and pulling
him into me harder. "I love the way your cock feels inside me, son!
Make me come with it. Make momma cum all over your gorgeous big
prick!"
My mind was so sexually muddled when we climaxed together, I don't
know if I thought I was cumming with Jeff or his father. I only
know that it was an unbelievably powerful experience that left me
completely drained. Jeff held me tight, his long hard pole still
inside me. I was so exhausted I must have slept a little until I
was awakened by an enormous and very welcome invader as my son
started fucking me again.
"I'll never stop missing my beloved husband, but in the meantime my
son has provided a most fulfilling diversion. When you find men who
fuck like these two, a woman can forget everything except how
wonderful their cock feels. For now, that's more than enough.
The End.