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Ron: Just A Growing Boy
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)
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Just your basic story of a boy coming to grips – so to
speak - with his considerable assets. (MF, inc, voy,
size)
***
Author Note: An erotic story for adults only. My thanks
to the real Ron for his contribution and insights on
the male appendage. May some miracle leave him as well
endowed as his fictional counterpart.
***
Ron ended his bath by rinsing the shampoo out of his
hair, and carefully draped his wash cloth over the rim
of the tub as his mom insisted he do. Like most boys at
age ten, Ron liked to play in the bathtub. His mother,
on the other hand, didn't believe in bath toys, so Ron
was reduced to playing with his bar of soap. He got on
his knees in the center of the spacious old tub and put
the bar of soap against its enameled side. He gave the
soap a backward shove, sending the cake zipping around
the tub just under the rim. The object of the game was
to see how far the soap would go without flying out
onto the floor. That would necessitate a wet trip out
of the tub and a careful cleaning of the soap before
his mother saw it.
As Ron gave the bar of soap another ride, he felt a
funny tingle at the end of his penis. He looked down.
His cock was stiff and the swollen head was peeking out
from between his thighs. He twisted his torso and bent
forward from the hips, imitating his throwing motion in
the throw-the-soap game. His cock disappeared between
his thighs and the tingle happened again. Was there
something wrong with his penis? He arched his back and
spread his knees, bringing his cock into view. It
certainly looked all right. It felt full, like it
always did when it was hard. It was about four inches
long, with a strong, straight shaft and capped with a
helmet shaped head.
Ron flexed his hips once more, sending his cock-head
back between his smooth, boyish thighs. The tingle
happened again; it was too pleasurable to be ignored.
Ron forgot about the soap game. He bent over in the tub
and began to rock his hips back and forth, leaving his
cock trapped between his legs. The tingle not only
continued; it became more intense. His cock had a funny
itch and felt like it was growing warmer on the skin of
his thighs. He grabbed the sides of the tub and held on
as his hips plunged back and forth.
The water in the tub sloshed around and threatened to
slop onto the floor, but Ron didn't care. The feeling
between his legs was just too good to stop, and then
suddenly the sensations jumped a hundredfold. It was
almost more than he could bear. He gasped and hunched
over so far that his face almost dunked into the bath
water. His cock shuddered like it did when he shot out
the last spurts of pee, but it was all happening on its
own.
He couldn't stop the contractions; they went on and on
until the muscles in his crotch burned and knotted.
After almost a full minute of exquisite pleasure the
overwhelming feelings ebbed and Ron was left breathless
and dazed. He didn't know what had just happened, but
he was willing to try it again.
"Are you making a mess in there?" his mother's harsh
voice called through the closed bathroom door.
"No, ma'am," Ron said immediately. He didn't want her
charging in to see for herself.
"Stop playing around then; it's time to get out, and
you better be clean," she said.
"Yes ma'am," Ron said. He opened the drain on the tub
and stood. His penis was back to its soft state and
didn't seem to be any the worse for whatever had just
happened.
*
Ron stood over home plate with bat in hand. He was
twelve years of age now, and playing softball during
school recess was one of his favorite things. He had
already been at bat twice, hitting homeruns both times.
The field on which they played held three ball diamonds
without any fences between them, so any hits that got
past an outfielder had a chance to bounce and roll an
inordinate distance.
The score was tied and recess time was nearly over. Ron
was likely to be the last batter. The pitch came in and
Ron swung as if he were trying to flatten the ball. He
didn't catch the ball solidly, but it still managed to
sail over the third baseman's head and go bounding into
the outfield. Ron ran to first base and headed to
second. He saw his good friend, Adam, get his glove on
the ball, and Ron slowed to stop at second. Adam
fumbled with the ball, dropping it to the ground. "Run,
go, go, go," Ron heard from the bench. Johnny Williams,
who valued winning above breathing, was screaming for
him to take third base.
Ron saw Adam reach for the ball. Ron knew that if he
ran immediately, he could make it; Adam didn't have a
very good arm. "Run, you idiot," screamed Johnny. Ron
hesitated, if he ran now then he would be challenging
Adam and Ron didn't want to embarrass his friend.
Finally, Adam found the handle on the ball and Ron's
opportunity to advance passed, and he just stayed on
second. There was time for another batter, but he
grounded out and the game ended in a tie.
"OK, time to go in," called the PE instructor, Ms.
Cole. The kids gathered up their equipment and headed
for the stairs that led from the ball field back to the
school building.
"We could have won the game," Ron heard from right
behind his back. He turned and saw Johnny glaring at
him.
"I couldn't have scored," said Ron, although he knew
that he could have easily gone to third.
"Pussy," said Johnny with venom in his voice, "you
didn't even try."
Ron just turned his back on Johnny. Ron was easily the
biggest boy in his class and didn't have to stand up to
the other kids very often. He was easy going and
certainly no bully. Ron felt something slam into his
back, and he staggered forward. He turned and saw that
Johnny had shoved him in the back. "Stop it," Ron
snapped.
"What are you going to do, pussy?" taunted Johnny. The
other kids had begun to gather around. Johnny seemed
delighted to have an audience. He gave Ron another
shove.
Ron's arms shot out and connected with Johnny's
shoulders. The boy stumbled backwards and tripped over
his own feet. Amidst giggles and laughter from the
crowd, he fell on his butt next to the stairs. Looking
around, Johnny grabbed a stick of wood that was lying
nearby and swung it at Ron's legs.
Ron tried to jump back, but the end of the stick hit
his thigh. There was a searing pain that ran up his
leg. He grabbed his inner thigh and doubled over in
agony.
"Break it up. What's going on here?" said Ms. Cole as
she ran over to investigate the commotion.
"Johnny hit Ron with that stick," said some girl's
voice from the crowd.
"He pushed me down," said Johnny.
"He shoved me first," said Ron, defending himself.
"Let me have that stick," said Ms. Cole, and Johnny
reluctantly handed it over. When she held it up, Ron
could see a nail sticking out of the end. "Are you
hurt?" Ms. Cole asked Ron.
"Maybe a little," said Ron. He moved his hands to
reveal a ragged tear in his pants and a line of blood.
"Go to the nurse's office," said Ms. Cole, "we'll sort
this out later." Ron clamped his hand over his burning
inner thigh and limped up the stairs to the school
building.
April Yount was the school's nurse. She was a pixyish
woman with spiky blonde hair and large liquid brown
eyes. She looked up as Ron entered the infirmary. She
spotted the blood on his pants right away. "What
happened to you?" she asked with concern.
Ron told her the story of the short lived shoving
match. April nodded and said, "OK, pull down your pants
and we'll take a look." She turned to a supply cabinet
and began to pull out gauze, tape and antiseptics.
Ron pulled down his pants and saw that the wound ran
under the leg of his boxer shorts, so he went ahead and
pulled down his shorts too. His leg was aching so much
that he wasn't concerned about modesty.
April turned back to Ron and almost dropped her
supplies. Ron was seated on the exam table, his pants
and shorts pulled down to his knees. He was looking at
the scar on his leg and kneading the muscle of his
thigh in obvious discomfort. April glanced at his scar,
but she couldn't keep her eyes off Ron's cock and
balls. They were the biggest that she had ever seen on
any boy, or on any man for that matter. His scrotum
looked as if it contained a couple of tennis balls, and
his cock lay draped over those cum eggs like a fleshy
shriveled hose. April was amazed at its size and the
thing wasn't even hard.
April knew that she shouldn't be gawking at a student's
gonads, and eventually her professionalism prevailed
over her curiosity. She casually draped a towel over
Ron's privates and went to work on his scar. He took it
pretty well, managing to sit still and not to fuss as
she treated the long gash. She cleaned the area and
treated it with an antibiotic. After covering the wound
with gauze, she wrapped a stretch bandage around his
leg as a final dressing.
As she wrapped the material around his leg, it was
impossible for her not to brush the back of her hand
against his cock and balls. She could have sworn that
Ron's dick was growing longer as she worked, and it was
with reluctance when she had to tell him that she was
through. She checked his medical records and said, "I
see that your tetanus shots are up to date, so you
shouldn't have any trouble. Keep that bandage dry and
be sure to see your family doctor if your leg swells or
becomes more tender."
Ron pulled his pants up and said, "Thanks, Ms. Yount,
since I'm here can I ask you something?"
"Certainly," she answered.
Ron was suddenly shy. He was wondering about something
and he didn't know who to ask. He tried not to ask his
mother about stuff like this because she was capable of
snapping his head off over the least thing. Besides,
Ms. Yount was a nurse and she should know. "It's about
my penis," he finally managed to mumble. "Sometimes
stuff comes out of it."
"You mean besides urine," said April.
"Yeah."
Let's jerk those pants back off and check that puppy
out, thought April. But what she said was, "Well, it
usually happens in older boys, but it's normal to see
drops of a clear fluid from time to time."
"It's a lot more than a few drops," Ron said.
Gallons of cum from those big balls, I bet, sounded in
April's mind. She put her fingers to her mouth for a
second just in case what she was thinking tried to leak
out. Actually, she was concerned. Maybe the boy really
had some disease that was making his gonads balloon up.
"Ron," she said softly, "do you masturbate?"
Ron blushed to the tips of his ears. Yes, he
masturbated. Ever since that first orgasm in his bath a
couple of years ago, he'd done it on a daily basis,
sometimes more often. At first there had been only that
fantastic feeling, but after a couple of months he
began to see a burble of clear liquid on the tip of his
cock after he came. At first he thought that it was
pee, but as the weeks went on, there was more and more
of the syrupy stuff. "Uh... yeah," he answered.
"I need a specimen of whatever it is that you're
talking about. Do you think that you could masturbate
into this?" she asked as she handed him a plastic cup.
"Right here, in front of you?" he said, certain that he
couldn't.
She was tempted to tell him yes, but April said, "No,
honey, you can go in the bathroom."
He took the cup and headed for the small bathroom at
the back of the infirmary. Halfway there Ron's nerve
faltered, he turned and said, "This might take a
while."
"Try to finish before the end of school," April said
dryly. That was two hours away.
Ron closed the bathroom door. The room was clean,
brightly lit and smelled of antiseptic and soap. He
pulled down his pants and winced as his bare skin
touched the cold toilet lid. It was almost like jacking
off at home. But at home he would have sneaked one of
his mother's fashion magazines into the bathroom. His
cock began to lengthen and fill as the thought of
fashion models in lacy bras filled his mind. He loved
the sight of creamy breasts swelling above formfitting
satin cups.
Ron's cock jutted up from between his thighs. He
reached out and put his hand on his cock head as it
wobbled about at chest level. He began to masturbate
with a twisting, stroking motion. He closed his eyes
and thought about female breasts and legs. Long
feminine legs turned him on too. The daydream of tanned
and shapely thighs and calves revealing themselves from
beneath tight skirts and shorts made his cock full and
rigid.
Ron felt the warm surge of cum building at the base of
his dick. He suddenly remembered that he wasn't here to
simply blow off some sexual pressure. He snatched the
cup from the edge of the sink where he had put it a few
minutes ago. He pushed his dick forward and tried to
angle the cup so that it would catch the eminent flow
of fluid. He quickly realized that wasn't going to
work, so he stood, bent over and got the rim of the cup
under his penis just as his first shot squirted from
his cock-head.
There was the sound of liquid hitting plastic, and then
the sound of liquid hitting liquid, and then, just that
quick, the cup was full. Ron put the cup back on the
sink as his next shot of cum splashed on the toilet
lid. He jerked up the lid and cum jetted onto the seat,
Finally, he got things under control and managed to
spew the rest of his load into the bowl.
"What a mess," Ron said under his breath. He should
have known this would happen. He set to work with
toilet tissue and paper towels. In a few minutes, he
had his mess cleaned up and flushed away. He carried
the specimen cup back into the infirmary, careful not
to spill the contents. Ms. Yount was at her desk. He
cautiously put down the cup and said, "Here it is."
April glanced at the cup, looked up at Ron, and then
jerked her eyes back to the cup. It was graduated up to
four ounces and held even more. Ron had managed to fill
it full of milky white cum all the way to the top.
"That much?" she exclaimed.
Ron shrugged, "Isn't that enough?" he asked innocently.
"I mean there was lots more, but I had to flush it
away. Maybe you should have given me a bigger cup."
"No, this is fine," she said in amazement. She shook
her head to clear it and dug into a drawer in her desk.
She pulled out a letter sized teaching booklet and
handed it to Ron. "I have an idea that you may need
this."
Ron took the booklet. The title was 'Sex Facts for
Teens.' The cover showed a boy and girl sitting under a
tree calmly gazing into the distance, their school
books stacked neatly on the ground. "Thanks," he said.
"You read that and then we'll talk about it, if you
want. Come back in a week and I'll check your leg. Be
sure to go to your doctor, or let me know, if it swells
up or turns red," said April.
"My penis?"
"No, your leg, silly," said April, stifling a laugh.
Ron left the infirmary and headed to his classroom. Ms.
Givens, his teacher, simply gave him a glance as he
took his seat. It was time for their history lesson and
Ms. Givens was boring the class about some king or
another. Ron was much more interested in the booklet
that Ms. Yount had given to him. He opened it and
flipped through its pages. His eye was caught by the
line drawings of the male penis. One showed it soft and
drooped over, and another drawing showed it erect with
a nice, graceful upward curve. 'The average adult male
penis is from 5 ½ to 6 inches in length,' said the
caption underneath the drawings.
That must be a misprint, thought Ron. If it was true,
then his dick wasn't just bigger than average, it was
off the scale. That couldn't be right, could it? He
scanned the rest of the booklet. He was glad to find
that his vague notions about vaginas were mostly
correct.
After school that day Ron went to the school gym. He
was going to try out for the basketball team. There was
almost no chance that a sixth-grader could make the
junior varsity team, but he was tall for his age and
besides, it was one of the few after school activities
that met his mother's approval.
Ron was sitting on the bleachers with thirty other boys
when Coach Cole came into the gym. "OK, listen up," she
barked above the noise of the students' talk and
horseplay, "Coach Jones has had a family emergency, so
tryouts are postponed." A murmur of disappointment ran
through the crowd. "Let's move down to the locker
rooms. You can call for your rides there and wait until
someone comes to pick you up."
The coach led the way down stairs out if the gym. "You
boys keep things down to a loud roar. I don't want to
have to come in here," she said as the boys passed by
her and into the locker room. Ron knew that his mom
wouldn't pick him up for more than an hour. He sought
out an area on one of the benches to wait. The dreaded
Johnny Williams wasn't around – someone had said that
he had been expelled. So he didn't have to contend with
that asshole. He decided that he might as well start on
his homework, so he opened his math book and tried to
study.
"Yeah, I fucked her good." Ron's head jerked up when he
heard that. He looked around and saw that he was very
nearly alone. There were only four other boys who
hadn't been able to leave school yet. They were
clustered in the rear of the locker room and evidently
the talk had turned to girls.
"I bet you did," said a ninth-grader, named Charles,
sarcastically.
"Damn right," said the other boy. He was also in the
ninth grade. His name was Bobby, as best as Ron could
remember. Bobby grabbed his crotch and gave it a
squeeze.
"Not with that little pencil-dick of yours," said
Charles, "I've seen you in the showers."
"Mine's as big as yours when it's hard," said Bobby.
Charles reached down to the front of his pants and
began to stroke the cloth covered lump there. "OK,
let's find out. Make a hard-on, if you can, and we'll
see," he said.
Bobby began massage his crotch in earnest. He looked
over at the two eighth-graders, who had been sitting
nearby, and said, "You guys need to get in on this.
Let's see what you've got."
One boy's hand reached tentatively for the front of his
pants, but the other one said, "I've already got a
boner."
Suddenly, the room was quiet except for the sound of
skin sliding on cloth. Ron felt his cock stirring, but
he didn't move. He didn't want to draw attention to
himself. A minute later, Charles stood up and unzipped
his pants. He reached inside and pulled out his cock as
if he exposed himself every day of the week. "How's
that?" he asked, as he waved his penis back and forth
so that everyone could get a good view.
The other three boys stood and there was a flurry of
zippers being pulled. Ron couldn't stop himself from
looking. Sure enough, just as the brochure had said, as
far as he could tell none of their cocks were over six
inches in length. He was certainly bigger than these
guys. Hell he was bigger than any three of them put
together. "Ha, I told you," said Charles, stroking his
cock and looking at Bobby, "you're the smallest."
"Am not," Bobby said in denial. Desperate to be not the
shortest, he looked around and spotted Ron. "Come over
here. Let's see yours."
Ron felt a surge of blood infuse his cock. He was way
bigger than these guys, but he didn't want to expose
himself. It was just too weird. "That's OK," he said,
"I'd rather not."
"If you want to be on the team, then you better get
over here," said Bobby.
"Yeah, get with the plan," said Charles.
Oh what the hell, thought Ron. I don't want them to
tell the other guys that I'm some sort of big geek,
ashamed of his dick. He went over to where the other
guys were standing and unzipped his pants. There was no
point in trying to pull his cock through his fly, so he
lowered his pants, and then began to pull down his
underwear. The first six inches of his dick appeared
above the elastic band of his tighty-whiteys, and then
the next six appeared. "Holy shit," said Bobby in awe.
Ron continued to lower his shorts until the head of his
cock popped free. He straightened his back and his cock
flopped over to lie on his thigh. "I can't believe it,"
said Charles. He began to stroke his cock harder and
faster.
Ron couldn't help that his dick was getting hard. His
shaft began to get thicker as it climbed up his leg.
The lengthy piece of meat rolled forward and filled
until it was jutting outward proudly. The two eighth-
graders goggled at Ron's cock as it twitched and bobbed
in the air. They arched their backs and jutted out
their hips, beating their meat as if in tribute to a
superior cock.
"Oh man, you're fucking huge," said Bobby. "Bigger than
my daddy. Hell, three or four times bigger than his."
Bobby really did have the smallest dick in the group.
He could use only two fingers as he masturbated.
Ron's hand seemed to move on its own as he reached out
and began to stroke the head of his cock. The guys,
especially the older ones, were staring at his cock
with envy. It was such a turn-on. His cock grew even
harder and longer as a stream of pre-cum flowed from
the slit in his cock-head and lubricated his fingers.
One of the eighth-graders grunted and a couple of
spurts of cloudy cum seeped out of his cock and dripped
over his fingers. Ron waited for the streams he thought
would follow, but nothing happened. The boy slumped;
Ron realized that he was finished. Seconds later
Charles' face screwed up and cum squirted from the tip
of his dick. His semen managed to make some light spots
on the floor.
The other eighth-grader finished shortly thereafter
with similarly unspectacular results. Bobby held the
end of his cock between thumb and forefinger and
masturbated in short tugs. "I'm goin' to shoot," he
gasped. He stretched his dick out as far as possible
and grunted loudly as a little sprit of cum trickled
out the slit.
Huh, watch this, thought Ron in disdain as he felt his
cock swell. The head turned from red to near purple and
visibly grew larger. The slit blossomed and a stream of
cum blasted into a nearby metal locker, making a hollow
thrumming sound. Ron recognized that he had just
ejaculated twenty times more cum than the other boys
had produced in total, and that was just his first
stream. Ron hosed down the locker until the cum was
streaming down the metal door and pooling on the tile
floor.
"Oh wow, dude," said Bobby. His dick had shrunk back as
if to take refuge inside his pants. "You can play on
our team any time."
*
A week passed and Ron returned to the school infirmary
so that Ms. Yount could check on his scar. "Hi, Ron,"
said April as he approached her desk. "How's that scar
of yours?" She was looking bright and perky in a light
blue lab coat.
"It hasn't hurt much," said Ron.
"Hop up on the examination table and we'll take a look
at it."
Ron pulled his pants down to his knees and took a seat.
April noted once more the substantial bulge in Ron's
shorts, but first things first. She unwrapped the
stretch bandage and then gently pulled away the gauze
from his leg. The scar was pink with a little scabbing,
nothing to worry about. "That looks fine. I don't think
we'll have to amputate," she teased.
"Oh thank goodness," said Ron as if he had really been
worried. The two talked for a few more minutes about
school as she changed his bandage.
April kept glancing at Ron's crotch. In the past week
she had been telling herself that the apparent size of
his dick had been a trick of perspective, that it
really wasn't the monster she remembered. She had
debated with herself as to whether or not she ought to
try for another look. This morning her curiosity, and
frankly, her lust won out. "Ron, you remember that
semen sample you gave me last week?"
Ron nodded.
"Well it came back negative, but I'd still like to
examine your penis, just to be on the safe side," April
said in her best clinical voice.
"OK," said Ron. He hoped that she wouldn't find
anything that might actually lead to shrinking the size
of his cock, but he didn't want to have any sort of
disease either.
April wiggled her hands into a pair of latex gloves as
Ron pulled down his shorts. She simply stared at the
hunk of meat that lay across the boy's thigh. It hadn't
been her imagination. It was bigger than any cock she'd
ever dreamed of, and it wasn't even hard. She took its
length into her hands and tried to examine the warm
flesh without actually fondling. Except for the bluish
veins, Ron's cock was pink and healthy.
Ron was embarrassed as hell, but he loved the feel of
Ms. Yount's fingers on his dick; he began to get hard.
She gently turned and twisted his penis as it grew
longer and thicker. For a second he worried that she
might drop his dick in disgust and order him to get
dressed, but to his surprise she began to stroke him
from crotch to cock-head, encouraging his hot blood.
April couldn't stop her fingers from their sensuous
task. How much larger could this boy's cock get? Would
he leap from the table, calling her a pervert and ruin
her professional life? She looked into his eyes and saw
only excitement and encouragement. "Do you like this?"
she asked. He nodded his head. "I can make it feel even
better. Would you like that?" she asked. Her voice was
low and seductive. She took his wide grin as an
affirmation.
She turned and picked up a bottle of lotion from the
top of a nearby cabinet. She squirted a generous
portion onto the palm of one hand and held it there for
a few seconds, warming the slippery liquid. Careful not
to spill the lotion, she coated every square inch of
Ron's cock with the cream, and then she began to give
his dick a thorough massage. It was like kneading a
hard muscle. She ran her hands from his oversized balls
upward. Every time her hands squeezed his cock-head his
hips jerked or rocked about.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" she said in a
whisper.
"Uh huh," Ron croaked.
April wanted to give him the stroke job of a lifetime.
"I can't believe your cock," she said. "It's just so
damn long, and I don't mean like some sort of tube
either. It's so wide I can't even get my hands around
it." At the base, her fingers failed to meet as she
grasped his dick. She slid her hands upward trying to
squash his cock between her fingers. She may as well
have tried to compress a steel pipe. Ron moaned a
little as she made his cock-head swell.
"And this thing must be as big as a baseball when you
cum," she whispered, looking at the purple, engorged
head. She released the pressure of her fingers and was
rewarded with several ounces of pre-cum that gushed
forth. "Oh yeah, let's get this thing really slicked
down," she said enthusiastically.
April's hands began to flash up and down on Ron's
massive meat. The pre-cum continued to flow from his
cock tip, and every time her hands smacked into his
cock-head the cum splashed onto her arms. "Come on
baby, come on," she chanted, "put out for me, come on."
Ron alternated between having his eyes screwed shut in
bliss and watching April's face. She looked awe struck
as his cock jerked and twitched in her hot hands. She
had brought him to a near boil, and she was practically
begging for his cum.
April heard Ron grunt, and as her hands shot up the
length of his shaft a torrent of cum spewed from the
end of his cock and leaped at least six feet in the
air. "Oh fuck, yeah," she squealed as the hot cream
continued to fountain from the purple, swollen head of
his cock. The milky cream rained down on her arms, face
and soaked her lab coat.
Ron grunted as his body heaved the cum from his loins
in mind shattering blasts. April continued to milk the
hot cream out of his cock until it had stopped spurting
and was merely washing over the head of his dick in
diminishing waves. She continued to reverently caress
his shaft and cup each of his balls in turn – just one
of his eggs filled her palm.
Ron sighed, that had to have been the best orgasm of
his life. His cock gave a shudder and he suddenly
realized that as great as he felt, he didn't feel empty
or finished. His cock was as hard as ever, and he was
still horny.
April sensed that something was happening, or rather
wasn't happening. Ron's cock wasn't wilting; it was
still as stiff as a flag pole. Her eyes shifted to
Ron's face. "You're still hard," she said in awe.
"Yeah, looks like," he said with a wide grin. He began
to hope for another hand job. That had been fantastic.
He was surprised when she ripped off her lab coat and
clawed at the button on her slacks.
"I can't stand it anymore. I've got to have your big
dick," she panted. She threw her slacks to the floor
and seconds later her lacy black panties followed. "Hop
off," she demanded, pulling on Ron's arm. He slid off
the exam table making his cock wave in the air like a
club. April replaced him on the table. She lay back
with her feet on the edges and her knees in the air.
She spread her legs and Ron's eyes went wide as saucers
as he stared at her glistening pussy. "Let's go," she
said impatiently. Ron crawled between her legs, a bit
unsure of what to do next. But April took care of that
when she spread the lips of her vagina with the fingers
of one hand and tried to bend his cock down with the
other.
Ron got the idea immediately. He shifted his weight so
that his cock got a better angle and suddenly the head
of his dick was working its way within the clinging wet
confines of heaven. "Now slowly," she told him. Ron
eased his hips forward a fraction of an inch at a time.
The feeling was fantastic. No wonder the older guys
raved all the time about fucking.
"That's far enough," April told him as his cock-head
snugged to a stop. He looked down and saw that more
than half of his dick was still visible. He pulled back
and began the first hump of his young life.
April spread her legs until they ached. She'd never had
anything this large in her cunt and it felt amazing.
Everything was touched and massaged and stretched; she
began to orgasm immediately. "Oh Ron, this is too
good," she gasped. She grabbed at her thighs and her
boobs. Her head rolled about and her back arched.
Ron saw the terrific effect that his cock was having
and doubled the speed of his fucking. "Yeah, fuck
yeah," he whispered to himself. He felt a ripple of
vaginal muscle along his cock and April looked as if
her body had just been plugged into a wall socket. She
was positively vibrating with pleasure. I made her cum.
I made her cum like a wild woman, he told himself.
He didn't even slow down. She jerked about on the
table, but she couldn't escape his plundering cock. Ron
watched her cum over and over. He loved the fact that
she was helpless with pleasure, but he couldn't keep
her that way forever. The pressure was building in his
groin, and finally his cock exploded in a rush of cum
that must have filled her pussy to the brim. After his
initial blast, his cum jetted out of her pussy as fast
as he pumped it in.
*
Ron's mother, Ginny, was getting ready for a night out.
Ron could tell that by the way she moved around her
bedroom, plus the pleasant smells of perfume and powder
that wafted through the house. He looked up at the
sound of her heels as she entered the den where he was
watching television. Ginny was tall, with an attractive
if not eye popping figure. She had chestnut hair that
fell in waves down her back, and she was wearing
skintight jeans and a plain white cotton tee-shirt with
a vest.
"I'm going out," she announced unnecessarily. She
pointed a manicured finger at his face. "What are the
rules?"
Ron had to stifle a sigh. That would only earn him a
rebuke. "No one comes over, no cooking, no Internet and
in bed by eleven."
"That's right," she said. She opened her purse and
pulled out her car keys and cell phone. She held up the
phone and twiddled it back and forth in her fingers for
Ron to see. "Call me only if there's an emergency." A
second later she was gone.
Ron played a video game until he grew frustrated and
bored. He checked the television listings, but there
was nothing interesting on for a while. He decided,
however, that there was one interesting thing that he
could do. He picked up one of his mother's fashion
catalogs and headed for the bathroom. Even though he
was alone in the house, he closed and locked the door.
Taking a couple of hand towels from their rack, he made
sure that they were available on the nearby counter. He
pulled down his pants and underwear down to his knees
and took a seat on the toilet. His cock pumped itself
upwards in anticipation from between his legs as he
spread the catalog open on the clothing material
stretched between his knees.
He flipped through the catalog to the junior-miss
section. In theory, the models on these pages were his
age, but Ron had never seen girls as pretty and elegant
as these at his school. He masturbated with one hand as
he perused the pages. The smiling girls showed off
kicky skirts and sporty tops.
Their legs were bare to the thigh, and their breasts
thrust against tight tees and blouses. He really liked
one of the models. She had long dark hair and eyes that
flirted with the reader. Ummm... he'd had sex now. He
knew that he could make that hot model scream with
pleasure before he pumped her pussy full. This jacking
off in the bathroom was a pale substitute, but it was
all he had right now.
Ron could feel the growing sexual tension pulse in his
cock. It was time to turn to the really good stuff. He
flipped to the bra section of the catalog. He couldn't
understand why women needed fifty different styles of
bras in just as many colors, but he was glad they did.
He especially liked the bras that shaped and enhanced.
Those bras lifted and pushed at the breasts of the
lithe young models who were probably the least likely
females to need such things. But all that tit flesh
bulging above the soft, satiny cups was just so
exciting. He closed his eyes and imagined Ms. Yount in
her bra. He'd seen her pussy and fucked her until she
was nearly unconscious, but he'd never seen her bra. He
could just imagine the feel of those lacy cups in his
fingers as he pounded away.
Abruptly, his eyes snapped open. He was about to cum.
Ron snatched up the hand towels and clamped them over
the growing head of his cock. The feel of the rough
cloth was a delicious agony. He yanked his hand up down
faster and faster. His eyes screwed shut and he bit his
lower lip. His back arched and then he was cumming,
soaking the towels full of hot boy-cream.
Ron was still watching television at twelve-thirty that
night when he heard his mom's car in the drive. She
would be pissed if she caught him up this late, but
he'd planned for this. He snapped off the television,
the only thing that was creating light in the house,
and walked quickly to his bedroom. He was in bed and
feigning sleep long before he heard her key in the
door.
He listened as the front door opened and closed, and
then he heard a man's voice. Well, it wasn't the first
time she'd brought someone home. He heard his mom
giggle and the man's answering laughter. Their voices
moved into her bedroom, and then things were quiet for
a while. He heard some thumps and bumps and some more
soft laughter.
Minutes later, a rhythmic bumping sound came through
the wall between his mom's bedroom and his room. "Oh
yes, baby, screw me with that big thing," he heard his
mother say in a long drawn out moan. Ron knew they were
fucking. In his mind's eye, he saw some guy – no doubt
a young stud - on top of his mom, his dick appearing
and disappearing into her pussy.
Ron remembered Ms. Yount's passion contorted face as he
lay between her legs, banging into her pussy over and
over. For a second, his mother's pretty face and long
dark hair replaced Ms. Yount's, and he was banging his
own mom. But it was well past his bedtime and he soon
fell asleep to dream of dark-haired women whose sexy
bras peeked from beneath lab coats, and who showed long
shapely legs.
The next morning Ron awoke at first light. He didn't
want to get up, but his full bladder wasn't to be
ignored, so he rolled out of bed and headed for the
bathroom. He was halfway through the door before he
realized that he wasn't alone.
"Hi there, cowboy," said the man when he saw Ron.
"Oh... hi," said Ron with a startled expression. The
man was average height, nice looking with shaggy dark
hair. The one thing he didn't have was clothing, not a
stitch. Ron couldn't help himself, he checked the guy
out. From a thatch of black pubic hair the man's dick
arched long and thick toward a couple of low hanging
balls. Not half as long nor as thick as his own cock
thought Ron, but certainly bigger than average.
The man dried his hands and face with a towel and
tossed it down on the counter. "All yours, partner," he
said as he sauntered past Ron back into his mother's
bedroom.
Ron did his business and went back to his bedroom,
determined to stay there until the man left. He didn't
have to wait long. A few minutes later he heard soft
footsteps and then the sound of the front door opening
and closing. By that time his stomach was rumbling so
he went to the kitchen, fixed a bowl of cereal and
settled down to Saturday morning cartoons in the den.
Ron's mother got up around noon. She had her own
routine after a big night out. Ginny made a full pot of
coffee and appropriated the television. Curling up in a
chair, she watched the headline news for a while and
then turned to the music video channels. Ron abandoned
the den and went to play games on the computer. His
mother was working on her third cup of coffee when he
needed to make some notes, but there was no pen or
pencil in sight. He knew where to find one though; his
mother always had a selection in one of the drawers of
the bureau in her bedroom.
Ron wrinkled his nose as he entered his mother's
bedroom. It smelled of stale perfume, sweat and
alcohol. He quickly selected a pen from the bureau
drawer and was on his way back to the computer when he
met his mother at the door to her bedroom. "What were
you doing in here?" she asked.
"I needed a pen," he said, holding it up to show her.
She simply frowned and brushed past him into her room.
Ron heard the door shut as he walked away. He went back
to his game, but it wasn't long before he heard his
mother call his name. She was using a tone that usually
spelled doom for Ron. He couldn't imagine what had
gotten her so upset, but he snapped into motion and was
in her room seconds later.
Ginny was holding her wallet and she shook it at him
accusingly as he entered the room. "I had almost two
hundred dollars in here last night and now it's gone,"
she snapped.
Ron shrugged, why was she asking him? He knew better
than to touch her purse. "I didn't take it," he said.
Her face contorted and she said with a sneer, "Well,
you were just in here."
Ron felt his face grow hot with the unfairness of her
accusation. His mind grew fuzzy like it did at times
like these, and before he could stop himself he blurted
out, "Maybe it was your friend with the little dick. He
was fucking you in here, wasn't he?"
He barely saw the slap that knocked his head sideways.
The stinging pain in his face made his eyes tear up. He
threw his hands to his face and ran from the room,
followed by the sound of his mother slamming her door.
For the next several days Ron and Ginny didn't speak.
He suspected his mother had come to the conclusion that
he had been right about her lover taking her money. But
he knew she would never admit it, and that pissed him
off. Why would she give one of her boyfriends the
benefit of a doubt and jump on him? Was it because they
were having sex? Did those boyfriends gain some sort of
status over his mother just because they had some
swinging meat between their legs? Well, if a big dick
mattered so much to her, then he could do something
about that.
One day after school the following week, Ron dug into
his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers.
He had stopped wearing the loose fitting shorts because
they were useless in controlling unwanted erections.
Tugging the crotch to the right, he ran his dick down
the left leg of the boxers. Then he pulled on a pair of
old jeans, and stroked at his cock until it was half
hard and made a long bulge along his thigh. Now it was
time to show off.
Ron strolled into the kitchen where his mother was
making dinner. He poured a glass of water from the tap
and turned to face Ginny as he drank. He glanced down.
The front of his jeans looked as if he had taken a
stuffed athletic sock and run it down his pant's leg.
He finished his drink and put the glass in the
dishwasher. As he walked out of the kitchen, he wasn't
sure if his mom had noticed anything, but he fully
intended to give her plenty of other opportunities.
For a week Ron moved around the house looking as if he
was sporting a fat sausage in his pants. When he sat,
he would smooth the cloth covering his cock so that it
would stand out. From time to time he would look at his
mother and catch her eyes looking away, or her head
turning, or her hand coming up to her mouth as she
cleared her throat. If he thought that she might be
looking, he would absently press his hand down the
length of his cock, making sure she knew that long lump
in his pants wasn't just a fold in the cloth.
Ron arrived home from school on the following Friday.
He could feel his cock stirring as he came through the
door. He usually masturbated right after school before
his mom came home from work, but today he had different
plans. His dick remained remarkably hard through his
afternoon snack and he was oozing pre-cum while he did
algebra homework.
Finally, he heard his mom's car in the drive. Ron went
into the bathroom and took his seat on the toilet, his
cock thrusting up from his groin. He took a bottle of
body lotion and squirted a generous amount into his
palm. After coating his dick from head to balls, he
began to pound his dick with a steady beat. He added
more lotion, so that he made a liquid, smacking sound
every time his fingers hit the flared head.
Ron made sure that the slapping sound of hand on cock
was loud and insistent as his mother walked by the
bathroom door. Her footsteps slowed and then stop
altogether. He imagined her standing just a few feet
away, listening to her little boy jerk off his mega-
cock.
Ron's hand flashed up down his thick shaft faster and
faster. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer.
He reached over and pulled at least five feet of toilet
paper from the roll. The holder made a long, loose
metallic rattle as he jerked at the paper. He wadded
the paper in one hand and clamped it over the end of
his bloated cock-head just as the first gush of cum
rushed upward. He gasped loudly with every wad of hot
boy-juice that shot into the tissue.
When he was finally finished, Ron took another long
pull of toilet paper and cleaned off his cock and
hands. He dropped the cum and lotion soaked paper into
the toilet so that it made a nice, loud plop as it hit
the water. He flushed and then washed his hands in the
sink. After stuffing his still mostly hard dick down
his pant's leg, he opened the door and stepped into the
hallway. The door to his mother's bedroom was cracked
barely open and he smiled when he saw it close
completely as he walked by.
Over the next week Ron considered on how far to take
this. Although they barely spoke, he thought that the
atmosphere between him and his mom had changed. Somehow
she seemed smaller and more feminine, more girlish. He
had continued to masturbate, usually more than once a
day, but he was beginning to yearn for more pussy. He'd
made himself available to Ms. Yount, and even though
there had been some significant eye contact between
them, they hadn't had an opportunity to be alone. The
upshot was that he was one horny teen with a big cock
to satisfy.
Things came to a head the following Saturday afternoon.
It was a cloudy, dark day with a constant drizzle that
eliminated any idea of outdoor chores or games. Ginny
had gone shopping and Ron had spent the morning
watching cartoons and playing video games. By early
afternoon he was bored. He made a sandwich and settled
down in front of the TV. He flipped through the
channels until the sight of a couple of generously
proportioned breasts bouncing around in a too small
bikini made his channel surfing come to a halt.
It was a movie about a couple of cheerleaders. One was
a sexy, beautiful bitch, and the other girl was a more
likeable character, but just as sexy and beautiful in a
more subdued fashion. They both lusted after the sexy
and handsome school quarterback. In the end, the
quarterback fucked and discarded the bitch, while the
likeable girl ended up with her only slightly less
handsome best friend who had loved her all along. It
was a B-movie plot with plenty of B-movie footage.
There were scenes of girls in bras, girls in bikinis,
girls in steam filled showers and girls in incredibly
inappropriate school attire. There were plenty of make-
out scenes with tongues darting about, and a couple of
sex scenes with glimpses of bare breasts.
By the end of the movie Ron had a throbbing erection
and an urgent desire to empty his pulsing balls. On a
whim he decided to do it in his bedroom rather than on
his usual perch in the bathroom. He loaded up on tissue
paper and after pulling down his pants, he took a seat
on his bed. He threw his pillows one on top of the
other and propped his upper body against the pillows
and headboard with his legs stretched out on the
mattress.
He pushed at his rigid erection until it was upright
and pointed at the ceiling, then he crossed his legs,
trapping his balls under his legs and pulling at the
skin of his dick. That way, his cock stood erect and
tall all by itself. The head twitched back and forth in
time with his pulse. Ron flexed the muscles in his
groin and a bubble of pre-cum appeared on the tip of
his cock. He took some tissue and wiped it away.
Sometimes, masturbating with smooth, dry skin against
smooth, dry skin was just as good as getting everything
slick and oily.
Ron steadied his cock with his left hand and began to
jerk off with his right. His hand only traveled a few
inches, covering and uncovering the sensitive skin just
under the bloated head. Ron closed his eyes and dreamt
of the girls in the movie. The bitchy girl had had the
hottest body. Her breasts had practically overwhelmed
the cups of her bikini, with tit flesh bulging around
all sides of the cups, plus she had nipples that looked
as if they were going to punch through the flimsy
material of her swim suit.
Clunk. Ron's eyes popped open at the sound of the door
closing on his mother's car. He had been so deep into
his erotic fantasy he hadn't heard her drive up. His
body halfway jerked off the bed in full cover-his-ass
mode before he realized that this was his chance. He
sank back onto the bed and arranged his cock until it
was once more pointed skyward. Glancing to his left, he
saw that the door to his room wasn't quite closed. It
wouldn't close completely unless he gave it a good
shove and he estimated that the inch wide crack was
just about right. He leaned back on the pillows and
resumed stroking. To his surprise, his cock hadn't
flagged in the least. In fact, it looked as if it were
eager for whatever was going to happen.
Ginny walked into the house carrying the new shoes for
which she had spent the morning shopping. They were
just the thing for the demure, yet revealing, little
dress she was going to wear for her date that evening.
Richard Dearing probably wouldn't notice her shoes, but
he would notice the way the four inch heels showcased
her legs. Besides, the new shoes would make her feel
sexy, and if she felt sexy then she would look sexy,
and that meant Richard would likely keep a boner in his
pants all night.
A knowing smile, an accidental touch and their next
date might include diamonds – something small and
tasteful. Later dates should prove more profitable, if
not very exciting. Richard wouldn't be a stud like that
cowboy she had brought home the other night. What was
his name? Randy or Dandy or something like that. It
didn't matter.
What mattered was that his thick eight inches had
filled her pussy. It had almost been worth the money
that he had stolen from her purse. Yes, she had finally
admitted to herself that her one night stand had ripped
her off, and not her son Ron. She wasn't about to admit
it to Ron though. He was growing up too fast for her
taste. Let the boy think that he was on shaky ground as
far as women were concerned.
Ginny headed toward her bedroom. She glanced into Ron's
room as she walked by. He had one arm thrust awkwardly
in the air and he was rubbing his fist. Had he hurt
himself trying some dumb stunt that he'd seen on TV? He
was certainly growing more adventurous. She thought
that she'd heard him masturbating in the bathroom the
other day, and lately he'd looked as if he was carrying
around a perpetual erection. Well, boys did that sort
of thing. She would have to search his room for girly
magazines.
Ginny was just changing into a loose pair of shorts
when a stunning comprehension clicked into place in her
mind. Ron hadn't hurt his arm. He was sitting on his
bed, masturbating a huge cock in the middle of the
afternoon, and he hadn't even bothered to close his
door. That couldn't be right. Could it? It must have
been a trick of the light. Ginny hastily threw on an
old denim shirt and walked quickly and quietly back to
where she could look into Ron's room. Her mouth flew
open in a silent gasp of surprise when she saw that
what she had imagined was true.
Ginny saw that Ron was steadying his dick with the fist
of his left hand, and then there was this expanse of
cock flesh, and then his right hand was rubbing the
skin just under a doorknob sized head. She couldn't
believe it. Her son was hung like a horse. She became
aware of a heavy, warm surge of blood as it flooded her
pussy. She could almost feel the walls of her pussy
weeping with vaginal juices.
Without thinking, she spread her legs and pulled up the
leg of her shorts. Ron couldn't see what she was doing.
Indeed, he was obviously absorbed with himself. Ginny
ran her fingers over her clit through her panties and
bit her lower lip as she began to masturbate in time
with the movement of Ron's hand.
Ron jerked his cock with a lazy stroke. His mom had
disappeared into her room for a few minutes, but now he
could see her bare foot out of the corner of his eye.
She was watching him. She wasn't screaming for him to
stop or threatening some dire punishment either. She
was watching his hand move up and down his massive
meat. He saw her foot shift and her toes curl. Was she
angry, or appalled, or was she turned on? Ron began to
beat his meat faster. She was watching and he imagined
her getting hotter and hotter, and he was going to give
her a show. He was going to let her know just what he
could do.
Ginny could see that her son was about to cum. His hips
were rocking from side to side and he was taking short
gulps of air. Unconsciously, she applied more pressure
to her clit and moved her hand faster and faster. She
was desperate to finish with her son. She heard Ron
take a deep breath and hold it. For a second his entire
body, except for his frantically stroking hand, was
rigid with muscle tension, and then suddenly his hips
thrust upwards and his cock-head grew until it looked
as if it might explode. A column of spunk shot from the
tip of Ron's dick. It surged into the air so far Ginny
had to look up in order to see the milky white jet
break into fat globs of cum that fells with a series of
splats onto his groin. To her amazement, it happened
all over again and then it seemed like the stream of
cum shots would never end.
Ginny frigged her clit so hard that her hand and arm
ached with the effort. So much cum, she groaned in her
mind. So much, and it just keeps on gushing from that
incredible dick. She was suddenly woozy and thought
that she might topple over. She had to put a hand out
for balance and then she was cumming. She stifled a cry
as her legs quivered and her pussy pulsed in orgasm.
Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her cunt.
She couldn't remember the last time she had cum so
hard. When she returned to her senses, Ginny saw Ron
sopping up his massive load of semen with a handful of
bathroom tissue. She softly stepped back into her room
and closed the door. A minute later she was on her bed,
her arms wrapped around a pillow, emotionally exhausted
and quietly napping.
Ron wiped at the sticky mess puddled in his crotch and
splattered across his chest. He saw his mother's foot
move and a second later he heard the door to her room
close. He smiled in satisfaction. She hadn't stormed
into the room to dress him down. She had watched the
whole thing, including the shower of cum he had just
produced. She had to be interested, maybe even turned
on. He wandered into the bathroom and flushed the
double handful of gooey tissue down the toilet.
Early that evening Ron was using lightening bolts to
attack a hideous, fanged monster when he heard his
mother's footsteps. He paused his video game and looked
up in time to see her come into the living room. She
was wearing a v-neck top of black lace over a pleated
black skirt. Her lips were a dark red and her makeup
accented her cheeks and dark eyes. "I'm going out," she
announced unnecessarily.
"You look hot," he blurted out. His eyes wandered over
her cleavage, past her slim waist and down to her
shapely calves.
Ginny frowned and for a second and Ron thought that she
was going to tell him off, but then her face softened
and she said, "Thank you. I won't be late." Her eyes
lingered on her son for a second, and then she was out
the door.
Being alone in the house triggered Ron's cock. Within a
minute he had a full hard-on. Ordinarily he would have
grabbed one of his mother's clothing catalogs and
jacked-off in the bathroom, but this time he gave his
cock a friendly pat and said to himself, "Let's wait."
Around nine o'clock, Ron took a bath. He made sure that
his crotch and dick were thoroughly clean. His cock
stiffened as he lathered up the growing hunk of meat,
and the temptation to lose his load was enormous, but
he forced himself to simply rinse off and hop out of
the tub. He dried off and then took a fresh towel into
the living room. Spreading the towel on the couch, he
slouched down onto the cushions, totally naked; his now
softer cock draped over one thigh, its head resting on
the towel.
An hour later, Ron heard his mother's car in the
driveway. His half hard cock sprang to quivering
attention as if it were a pet eager for someone to come
home and play. For a split second he was worried that
she might have brought her date home with her. He
hadn't thought about that. In fact he hadn't really
thought through any of this. He almost jumped off the
couch in a panic, but he didn't. He just grabbed his
cock and felt its very reassuring iron hardness.
He heard the sound of her key in the lock, and then the
front door opened. The front door was in full view from
the couch, but Ron kept his eyes on the TV as his
mother entered. He had settled on a movie showing on
one of the women's channels. On the screen, an older
woman in a revealing dress was languidly stroking the
bare thigh of a younger man.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw his mother take two
steps and come to a dead stop. Time froze. There would
have been absolute silence in the room if it hadn't
been for the sound of murmured endearments from the
television. Ron's heart was pounding and he felt
lightheaded, but his cock never wavered. If anything,
it was harder and larger than ever before. Ron could
feel his pulse tickling his swollen cock-head.
He looked up at his mother's approach. She didn't say
anything or look him in the eye. She just seemed to be
mesmerized by his cock. Her eyes were locked onto his
throbbing meat as she sat down so close that their
shoulders touched. Ron inhaled deeply. His mother
smelled erotically of shampoo and perfume. He could see
down the front of her dress. Her breasts swelled
upwards and he could see where the lace of her black
bra blended with the black lace of her top.
Ginny reached out and touched his erection with her
fingertips. She lightly, almost reverently, ran her
fingers over the hot skin of his cock. Her touch grew
bolder and soon her entire hand was trying to span the
width of his rigid pole, but she couldn't begin to wrap
her fingers all the way around. Her palm slid up the
length of his cum tube, and she was rewarded with a
gush of hot, clear liquid from the slit in his cock-
head. She gasped in surprise as the pre-cum washed over
her hand. She caught some in her palm and smeared it
all over Ron's throbbing cock-head.
"Oh," whispered Ron. He lay back on the couch in
contentment as his mother petted and rubbed the head of
his dick. He didn't know where this was going. Was she
going to jerk him off? Would she just walk away and
pretend that this never happened?
The last thing he expected was for his mother to lock
her lips over his cock-head, but that's exactly what
happened. She couldn't get the whole thing in her mouth
of course, but the feel of her lips moving over his
skin was nearly overwhelming. Then she began to stroke
the sensitive skin beneath his cock-head with a
corkscrewing motion of her palm. That was the way he
did it. Had she picked that up from him, or was it just
the natural way to masturbate?
He didn't have time to ponder the question for long
because he was cumming. A hot rush of semen shot
through his cock and into his mother's mouth. Her eyes
flew open in surprise, but she managed to swallow down
the milky load. Of course that was only the first shot
of cum. More and more of the creamy stuff erupted from
his cock. Ginny couldn't handle all of it. Some managed
to leak from her red lips, but when Ron's cock finally
stopped spewing she licked his cock-head clean of the
spilt cum.
Ron sighed in contentment and leaned back on the sofa.
The television still murmured in the corner and his
mother's fingers were still caressing his cock. "It's
not going soft," Ginny said with awe in her voice. It
was the first thing she had said since coming home.
Ron realized that she was right. He was as horny as
ever. "No, it's not," he said, "let's fuck." He
couldn't believe what he'd just said, but Ms Yount had
been eager to fuck after jerking him off. Wouldn't his
mother feel the same way?
Ginny stood and looked down on her son. His dick had
just spouted a total of more cum than she had seen in
her entire life, out of the biggest dick in the world,
and he was still hard on top of all that. She reached
both hands behind her back, making her breasts thrust
against her blouse, as she unzipped her top. She
shrugged the flimsy black material off her shoulders
and let it slide to the floor.
A few seconds later, she was stepping out of the skirt
that had puddled at her feet. On the off chance that
she might end up in bed with the wealthy Richard
Dearing that night, Ginny had worn a black, lacy bra
and panties along with matching garter-belt and hose.
She struck a pose, putting one foot slightly in front
of the other and tossing her hair about with a shake of
her head. This move usually left men drooling and
growling in a sexual frenzy. Her son, Ron, might not be
growling, but his eyes were as big as saucers, and his
fabulous dick was certainly drooling pre-cum. It looked
as wet as her pussy felt.
Ron watched in heated fascination as his mother
disposed of her garter belt, hose and panties. He was
captivated by the sight of her jiggling tit-flesh above
her bra cups as she approached the couch. She was his
fantasy come true. He didn't dare touch his cock. It
was already on a hair-trigger, ready to spray down the
room with a fresh load of cum.
She trailed the smooth skin of her calf over his thighs
as she climbed onto the couch. She had one foot on the
floor and one knee on the cushions. As a result, Ron
had only to glance to his left to see her bright pink,
open pussy lips. He got the idea immediately. Getting
to his knees, Ron bent his dick down to the appropriate
level. He had to work his hips from side to side and up
and down until his massive cock-head worked its way
into the satiny folds of his mom's pussy.
"Ahh... so big," whimpered Ginny as Ron pressed inch
after relentless inch of unyielding cock into her
stretched vagina.
Ron then began to fuck his mother. To his surprise the
hair-trigger on his cock didn't get pulled. He settled
into a hot rhythm of plunging cock. The tingling itch
at the tip of his dick would grow and then subside.
From time to time he had to clamp his hands on his
mother's ass to stop her from coaxing the cum from his
laden balls.
"Don't stop, please fuck me," she would whine from her
orgasm induced stupor. Ginny was cumming off like a
string of firecrackers. Her ass would tremble for long
seconds and then she would scream and her hips would
plunge backward until her son's meaty cock would hit
bottom. Then she'd do it all over again. Ron lost count
of the number of times he felt her quivering vaginal
muscles pull at his dick.
After what seemed like hours of sexual agony, Ron's
dick erupted in a frenzy of spewing cum. His first
stream filled his mother's pussy to overflowing. Ron's
balls delivered another load and he felt the hot cream
splashing back on his groin. He withdrew his rampaging
cock from Ginny's pussy and let it fire at will.
His cum landed in streaks on her back and fell in globs
onto her auburn hair. He pressed the head of his dick
on her ass and filled the hollow of her back with cum.
Lying back onto the couch, Ron felt his cock wither
messily against his thigh. He rested until his mother
stirred and a second later he watched her wipe up his
spent cum with the towel he'd been sitting on. When she
left for the bathroom, he went to his room and fell
into bed, exhausted.
Ron slept until noon the following day. When he awoke
the pressure on his bladder was overwhelming. He padded
into the bathroom and unleashed a torrent of piss as
his morning hard-on faded. He emerged from the bathroom
and smelled the aroma of his mom's coffee. He realized
that she must be up and the thought brought back his
erection with a vengeance. Totally naked, he walked
into the den. Ginny was curled up on the couch sipping
at her cup of coffee. Ron marched up to her until his
cock-head nudged her cheek. "Suck me off," he demanded.
Ginny averted her eyes as she carefully put down her
cup. She wrapped both hands around his cock-shaft and
slurped her tongue over the head. Looking up into her
son's eyes she pleaded in a whisper, "Will you fuck me
later?"
Ron looked down at his mom. He couldn't remember the
last time she'd asked him his wishes on anything. He
smiled and gave his hips a twitch that sent his cock-
head past her lips. "Oh yeah, you'll get yours," he
growled.
End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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