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Authors name: Eros (Email Inactive)
Story Title : Her Sons Big Cock
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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
think 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 when
I wanted or needed it, especially when it had been as
big as his had been!
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 whop-
per 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 of 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 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 un-
believably horny, especially after seeing my son's huge
prick. Images of the two of them rushed through my head
and I 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 to hear them
so badly that I had conjured them in my mind? No, I'd
heard correctly all right, 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 breast
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 ap-
peared 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 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,
baby! 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 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 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 go
weak. "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 be-
tween 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 honey-
moon 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 cuntlips. 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 in
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 mom'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 cockhead 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 unbe-
lievably 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 lit-
tle 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.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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