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Mother's New Found Lover
by Incestual Dreamer (no address provided)
***
A mother discovers that her well-endowed teenage son
might just be the perfect lover for a divorced woman.
The son finds the MILF of his dreams right in his own
home. (F/M-teen, underage, inc, alcohol, size)
***
Susan Meadows, divorced one year earlier, now lived
alone with her seventeen year old son, Justin. During
the year following the Divorce, Susan had tried dating
a couple of times. But, she found it was just too soon
for her to venture back out into society with a man in
a one on one situation.
The trauma of the divorce had caused her to withdraw
from the outside world and her entire life was
centered on her son, Justin who had become her close
friend and confidant. She did maintain a friendship
with Gloria, one of her friends at work who became her
only real contact with the outside world. It was
strange in one way, she thought, she had established
such a secure relationship with her son, she felt
comfortable going to him with almost any type of
problem. He seemed to always there when she needed
him.
It was wonderful to have someone she could be so open
with and not have to worry about saying or doing the
wrong thing. It was like being married without the
sex, she told herself one day after Justin had helped
her solve another problem that had had her stumped. It
would be nice to have some sex, too, she thought
longingly, but that would come she hoped. At least she
had someone she could lean on.
After several attempts, Gloria finally talked her into
going out with one of Gloria's friends.
Saturday, the day of her date finally rolled around.
When she awoke, her stomach was already turning flip-
flops at the thought of having to go out with a man.
She was having second, and third thoughts about
agreeing to such foolhardiness. Rolling out of bed,
she was on the verge of calling up Gloria and
canceling the date, but finally decided against it.
Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it, it was
time to start getting dressed.
Going up to her room, she locked her door and started
going through her closet searching for just the right
ensemble to wear on her date. It seemed to take her
hours to select the appropriate outfit, but she
finally chose a soft, clinging dress of red velvet
that would properly display off her considerable
assets.
The dress was short enough to show off her long,
beautifully curved legs but at the same time it wasn't
too short to seem risqué. It was cut low enough to
reveal a vast expanse of cleavage allowing her to
flaunt the obvious magnificence of her impressive
bosom. That decision made, she now had to choose
matching underwear. This was her first date in months
and she doubted that they would reach a stage of
intimacy that would disclose her choice, however one
never could tell, she thought. Another twenty minutes
elapsed as she dug through her chest-of-drawers.
Finally succumbing to time restraints, she chose a
matching set of panties, a brassiere and a garter belt
and tossed them on the bed beside her dress.
As she stood looking down at her choice of apparel,
she realized that she had butterflies the size of
elephants flying around in her stomach. Maybe it would
be best to call it off, she thought. Then, thinking
that a shower might quiet her, she hurried into her
bathroom and turned on the shower.
Stepping under the hot, stinging spray, she let the
needles of water dance over her body as she thought
about how long it had been since she had been with a
man. Looking down at her body, she was proud of what
she saw. Her breasts, big and soft were a little
droopy, but remained amazingly resilient for a woman
who was over forty. It was funny, she thought, that
she couldn't even admit to herself that she was over
forty-five.
Running her hands over the soft firmness of her large,
jutting breast, she confidentially lifted them and
fondled them for a while. With age, her breasts had
shrunk down from forty-two Ds to a forty C, but they
could still turn eyes whenever she wanted to show them
off. Finally she moved her hands away from her
magnificent breasts and ran them down over her firm,
flat stomach. She exercised faithfully and her hard,
flat belly had only a small insignificant little
paunch that she felt was sexy and not unattractive.
Letting her hand slip down further, she ran her
fingers through her soft, silky pubic hair covering
her underbelly. Searching through the tawny, brown
fur, she found her sensitive little clitoris sticking
out, begging for attention. It had been too long since
she had sex. She hadn't even masturbated recently and
she was afraid to touch herself too much or she would
have a quick orgasm. She didn't want for that to
happen, she thought, but maybe on the other hand it
might take the edge of her nervousness.
Deciding against bringing herself to an orgasm, she
ran her hands down her long, silky legs, letting them
slide over the beautifully shaped curves all the way
down to her dainty little feet. Pleased with her
appearance, she hurriedly soaped up and washed herself
from top to bottom. After she had her beautiful body
covered with lather, she stepped under the water and
rinsed herself off.
After letting the warm water cascade down over her for
several moments, she finally bent down and turned off
the water. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a
towel and proceeded to dry herself. Glancing down at
her watch, she saw that she needed to hurry and
tripped back into her bedroom and went about dressing.
Bending down, sending her big, soft breasts into
paroxysms of jiggling, wiggling dances, she picked up
her panties and quickly pulled them up her long,
statuesque legs. Tugging on the high cut panties, she
was satisfied with the way they covered her womanhood
with their soft sheerness. Watching her breasts jiggle
and wiggle sexily in the mirror, she reached down to
her brassiere. She had briefly thought about going
braless, but begrudgingly conceded that no matter how
uncomfortable a brassiere was, she had to wear one.
Her breasts were just too large and heavy for the
dress to support alone.
Reluctantly picking up the brassiere, she slipped it
on backwards with the cups in the back. Fastening the
clasp of the brassiere, she quickly spun the brassiere
around until it was properly positioned with the cups
under her big, swollen breasts. Pulling frilly cups up
over the soft, pliant mounds of flesh, she slipped her
arms through the shoulder straps. Then with another
soft tug, she forced the bra up even farther, pleased
with the way it pushed her big, soft breasts together
creating a deep, inciting chasm between her
mountainous breasts. A few more pokes and prods and
she had her breasts settled into the frilly brassiere.
She could imagine her date's surprise and delight, if
he knew that she wore a garter under her revealing
semi-mini-skirt.
Quickly wrapping the belt around her taut, firm belly,
she fastened it and dangled the short straps down her
long bare legs. Picking a pair of hose with a tiny,
almost indiscernible pattern, she hurried about
pulling them on. Pulling the thin, smooth hose up, she
fastened them to her garter in the front and rear.
Shortly, she stood before the mirror wearing her
brassiere, panties, garter and hose. Quiet sexy, she
thought to herself as she strode over to the bed and
picked up her dress. Slipping it over her head, she
let it fall down over her body, covering her risqué
underwear. Tugging it down, pushing and poking a
little here and a little there, she was pleased with
the way the dress fit her.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she turned around
and saw that her pert little butt stuck out proudly,
proclaiming her sexuality to the world. Turning back
around, she looked into the mirror and saw that her
bosom was provocatively displayed showing off most of
her huge, billowing breasts. Maybe she was displaying
too much breast, she thought, but defiantly decided
against changing.
Finally, slipping her small feet into a tall pair of
stiletto high heels, she was ready.
She quickly gave her long, tawny hair a few strokes
with a brush, fluffing and patting it into place. Then
picking up her perfume atomizer, she sprayed perfume
behind her ears and down the deep crack of her
cleavage. Stepping back, she examined herself in the
mirror.
Satisfied, she took a deep breath and left her room.
Going down the stairs, she looked down and saw that
her breasts, even though tightly confined, jiggled
nicely as she stepped down the stairs. Stepping off
the stairs, she went to the hall closet and pulled out
a sweater. Draping it over her shoulders, she still
felt as jittery as a cat in a rocking chair factory
and was seriously thinking about calling off her date.
Deciding that she would call Gloria for support, she
stepped into the kitchen and reached for the phone.
"Wow, Mom, you look great," Justin exclaimed from the
table.
"What, uh, oh, Justin," she said, surprised to see her
son in the kitchen, "I didn't know that you were down
here."
"Just having something to eat," he grinned at her, his
eyes moving up and down her body.
She felt uncomfortable about the way his eyes roamed
over her body, but she couldn't really blame him. She
was rather provocatively dressed after all.
"Who's the lucky guy?" he asked her.
"Some guy named Anthony. Gloria's friend," she whined,
"but I don't know, I'm thinking about calling up and
telling Gloria that I have a headache. I'm really
afraid to go out with someone I don't even know."
"Aw, Come on, Mom," Justin urged her on, "You need to
go out and have some fun. You're a beautiful woman and
any man would be thrilled to have a date with you."
"You really think so," she asked him, feeling his
reassurance give her ego a much needed lift.
"There is no doubt in my mind," he said emphatically,
"Unless he is crazy."
"Oh, I just don't know if I've got the courage," she
blubbered, her confidence still shaky after her
divorce.
"Well, if you don't want to go out with someone you
don't know," he said, standing up and walking over to
her, "I'll go out with you."
"You mean that you wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with
an old lady like me?" she asked coyly.
"Ashamed. Did you say ashamed," he asked
incredulously, wrapping his arms around her and giving
her a gentle hug, "I'd be the envy of the town."
"Even if I'm your Mom?" she laughed softly, feeling
safe and sheltered in his arms.
"Even if you're my Mom," he grinned, stepping back
away from her, "And the best looking Mom in the world,
I might add."
"You really think so," she halfheartedly queried him.
"Trust me on this one, Mom," he proclaimed proudly,
"You are a very beautiful woman."
"Thank you so much," she told him, giving him a soft,
gentle kiss on the cheek, "You make me feel so good.
Just talking to you is, is, uh, wonderful. Knowing I
have your support means so much to me. You'll never
know how much."
"Well, you have it," he announced, sitting back down.
Just then they heard the doorbell ring.
"That must be Gloria and the guys," she said, feeling
the knot in her stomach tighten again.
Striding to the door, she turned and spoke to him. "I
don't know what time I will be home tonight, but it
might be late, so don't wait up for me, Okay."
"Sure, Mom," he chuckled knowingly, "Have fun, but not
too much, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, Shush," she chided him as she opened the door,
"And Thanks again."
"Well, hello," the man at the door said as she opened
it.
"Hello," Susan returned, seeing that her date was a
good looking man about her age.
Maybe it will be a fun night after all, she thought as
she took his hand and strolled out to the car with
him.
Susan, Gloria, Anthony, and Carl spent the evening
dining, dancing and boozing at the Outback. It was
around one-thirty before they finally staggered out to
the car. Carl, the soberest of the group, was elected
to drive home. Gloria crawled in beside him as Susan
and Anthony flopped into the back seat. Carl made no
effort to start the car and pulled Gloria to him.
Susan watched drunkenly as the other couple began to
kiss and paw each other.
Susan knew that she was drunk, but so was everyone
else so watching Carl and Gloria rollicking the front
seat didn't seem to matter that much. Feeling slightly
aroused by watching Gloria and Carl kiss, she felt
Anthony's hand on her thigh. She was excited and
pleased that he was making a move on her, but for some
reason, she felt she should make some effort to
dissuade him. But, before she could react on her
premonition, she felt him slip his arm around her.
Then, to her dismay, she felt his hand slip up under
her skirt and she started to protest. But she was
unable to as he pulled her to him and mashed his lips
against her, forcing his tongue into her mouth.
In a feeble attempt to fend him off, she reached down
to push his hand out from under her skirt, but in her
drunken state, she misjudged and her hand plunged into
his lap. A jolt of excitement flashed through her as
her hand brushed up against his hardness jutting up
under his pants. Her inhibitions had been weakened by
the gallons of booze it seemed she had consumed and
instead of jerking her hand away from him, she gently
squeezed the bulge in his pants. As she did, she felt
his other hand slip down into the bosom of her dress
and grab her breast.
Feeling flustered by the attention she was receiving
as he pawed her breast, she did nothing to stop his
other hand as it slowly inched its way up her thigh.
Caught up in the passion of the moment, she gave his
rigid maleness another squeeze and began to tease his
hardness through his pants.
Basking in the glow of an unaccustomed passion, she
reveled at the power she had over him as she felt him
shudder. Her breathing was coming faster as she toyed
with him through his pants. Then not believing what
she was doing, she began to search for his zipper as
she felt his fingers find the frilly hem of her
panties. Suddenly, she held her breath as she felt his
fingers ease under the bottom hem of her panties. She
could feel his fingers probing closer and closer to
her seeping womanhood when at last, she found the hasp
of his zipper. Grasping the zipper tab, she quickly
unzipped his pants and spread his pants open.
Then, just as his fingers brushed over her tingling
clitoris, she thrust her hand down into his pants.
Struggling to find the opening in his shorts, she
nearly fainted as his hot, probing fingers toyed with
her throbbing clitoris. At last, she finally
discovered the reinforced opening of his shorts and
slipped her hand inside it. Both of them were highly
aroused and she could feel Anthony's obvious urgency
as she grasped his thick, hard cock in her hand. Then,
tightly holding onto his cock, she tugged on him and
extricated his rigid manhood out of his shorts,
pulling it out into the open.
Then he broke their kiss long enough to whisper as she
began to stroke him.
"Oh! My! God!"
As she gently ran her hand up and down his rock hard
cock, she felt his fingers leave her clitoris and
slowly move down to her drooling vagina. Deliberately,
she spread her legs apart as she felt his thick, hot
fingers probe the wet, stickiness of her aching
womanhood. As she ran her hand up and down his thick,
pulsating maleness, she felt him run his fingers
around her dripping femininity softly probing and
exploring the soft flesh surrounding her wetness.
Then, suddenly, he slowly eased one finger into her
hot, clenching pussy.
"Oh, That feels good," she whispered softly and felt
him slide a second finger into her, "That, too."
As she gently masturbated him, he tenderly slid his
fingers in and out of her sopping slit. Kissing and
fondling each other, both of them felt their passion
rising. Then suddenly, they heard Carl groan. Pausing
for a moment, they looked up to see Gloria's head rise
up from Carl's lap. They both saw the dim light
glistening from the wetness of Gloria's lips as she
leaned over and gently kissed Carl's cheek. Realizing
that Gloria had just sucked Carl off, Susan became so
excited she felt dizzy.
Then as they resumed their own touching and stroking,
they heard Carl start the car. They didn't stop even
as they felt the car pull out of the parking lot. They
renewed their petting with a heightened sense of
urgency as the car bounced along.
Susan's hand was now roughly lurching up and down
Anthony's jutting manhood while his fingers wildly
slashed in and out of her weeping gash. She could feel
herself growing feverish with desire for the real
thing as Anthony's fingers slithered in and out of
her. As if it would compensate for absence of his cock
inside her, she roughly beat his meat with her hand.
As she did, she could feel his breath coming faster
and faster as he grew more and more excited. Gently
nipping his ear, she felt him groan as his cock
swelled and suddenly jerked in her hand.
Realizing that he was cumming, she thrust her other
hand down over his spurting cock to keep it from
spurting his semen out all over both of them. Her
hands were soon coated with his hot, sticky cum as she
felt his cock jump, spit over and over again. She
could feel the wicked heat of his thick, creamy cum
running down and covering her hands as time after
time, his cock spewed out gusher after gusher of the
sticky, hot semen.
At last, she felt his cock give one final feeble
little lurch and begin to shrivel and shrink. As his
cock began to wither, she felt him slowly ease his
fingers out of her sopping pussy. Releasing his cock,
she watched as he stuffed it back into his pants as
gently as he could.
"God, I'm shorry," he whispered drunkenly as she wiped
her hand on his pants.
"That's shokay," she returned, unable to enunciate
clearly either.
"I cunt stop t," he groaned softly.
"That's shokay," she told him again, "Don wrry bout
it."
Then all at once, the car stopped and Susan saw that
they were at her house. Glancing down to see if her
dress was covering her, she saw that Anthony's pants
were coated with his discharge. She started to laugh
at the absurdness of it all, but held it back. Hoping
that her clothes were properly arranged, she reached
for the door lock.
Struggling with it drunkenly, it took several moments,
but she finally unlocked it and pushed it open.
Picking up her purse, she leaned over and gave Anthony
a kiss on the cheek.
"Latr, Antony," she mumbled drunkenly as she stumbled
out of the car, "I had fn."
"Wnt me wak to yr dr," he asked her, still trying to
zip his pants back up.
"Nah, I'm fn," she muttered.
"You two okay," Gloria asked from the front seat.
"Shure," Susan told her as she wobbled out of the car
and nearly fell on her face, "Had fn, see yu latr."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Gloria asked as she
watched Susan reel up the sidewalk to her house.
Susan didn't hear her and continued to stagger up the
sidewalk chuckling softly to herself. At last she made
it to the door, and stopped. Leaning against it, Susan
waved at the car. Reaching into her purse, it took her
forever to find her keys, but she finally did. Then
unlocking the door, she pushed it open and with a
final wave, watched the car slowly roll down the
street leaving her standing just outside her door.
Stumbling inside, she closed the door behind her and
lurched herself across the room. Stumbling several
times, she was finally able to make it up the stairs.
Standing at the top of the stairs, she couldn't
believe she had let herself get so drunk. Thankfully,
she had made it home and now all she had to do was
make it to her bedroom. Staggering down the hall, she
found the first open door and weaved into the room.
Tottering over to the bed, she laid her purse on the
nightstand and fell back onto the bed and was asleep
almost by the time her head hit the pillow.
Justin was suddenly jarred awake from a dead sleep.
Something or someone had just come crashing down on
his bed. For a few moments, he didn't know what to do.
At last he got a whiff of his mother's erotic perfume
and realized she had mistakenly gotten into his
bedroom. Sitting up, he cautiously reached over and
gently touched her. Then he got a whiff of her breath
and knew that she was drunk.
Feeling for her shoulder to shake her awake, his hand
brushed over her soft, yielding breast and he felt a
fiery tingle of sexual excitement course through his
body. Alarmed at his reaction toward her, he quickly
moved his hand up to her shoulder and gently shook
her. Getting no response, she shook her shoulder
harder. Even after four or five times, he still got no
reaction.
Carefully, he slowly got up out of his bed and turned
his night-light on. Looking down, he saw that his
mother must have mistaken his room for hers. She still
had all of her clothes on, but she was dead to the
world. Walking around to the side of the bed where she
lay, he stood looking down at her for several moments.
Abruptly, he realized that he was naked and his cock
was hanging down, thick and heavy. Shamefully, he
walked over to his bathroom and grabbed a towel.
Wrapping it around his waist, he hid his semi-erect
manhood. Somehow, he had to get his mother into her
bed. If he didn't, she would be mortified in the
morning.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned down and slipped one
hand under her neck and another under the back of her
knees. Straining, he struggled to lift her up into his
arms. As he lifted her, she squirmed and mumbled
something unintelligible but still didn't wake up.
Turning, with her in his arms, he stumbled out of his
room and down the hall.
As he reeled down the hallway, grunting with effort,
he felt the towel wrapped around his waist come undone
and fall to the floor. He nearly tripped over it as it
fell to the floor, but he was having enough trouble
carrying his mother and didn't stop. At last, he
staggered into her room as her arms and legs flailed
about lifelessly. Careening across the room, he made
it to her bed and as gently as he could, deposited her
onto it.
Standing up, he reached behind himself and rubbed his
back. Carrying his mother down the hallway had been
hard work and now his back ached from the exertion. At
last, he reached over and flicked on her night light.
Standing by her bed, he looked down at her, He saw
that her dress had ridden all the way up and now he
could see the frilly hem of her panties. Inexplicably,
he felt another spark of excitement surge through his
genitals. Then, appalled, he found himself wanting to
take her clothes off.
He couldn't understand what had come over him. He had
never even dreamed of seeing his mother naked, but
now, for some unknown reason, he found himself
struggling with an overpowering urge to see her that
way. Ashamed of himself, he turned and started to
leave her room, but as he started to move, he felt his
big cock slap against his thigh.
Looking down, he saw that his penis was rapidly
swelling into hardness. Stopping, torn between leaving
and staying, he turned and looked back at his mother
lying on her bed. She was so beautiful and vulnerable,
as she lay there, he found himself being drawn back to
her. He was powerless to stop himself as he slowly
plodded back toward the bed.
Stopping by her bed, he looked down on her adoringly.
Feeling as if he was possessed by some ungodly devil,
he couldn't stop himself. He reached down and slowly
eased the shoulder straps of her dress down off the
soft, rounded slope of her shoulders. His heart was in
his throat as he gently tugged the red velvet straps
down the soft velvety skin of her arms. The straps
slipped halfway down her soft, smooth arm before the
material tightened around her arm and would move no
further. Knowing her dress wouldn't go any farther
without being unzipped, he stood trying to fight off
the evil demon that was driving him do this.
What if she woke up and caught him, he wondered. He
could say that she looked uncomfortable and he was
just trying to make her more comfortable. He knew that
if he unzipped her dress, he wouldn't be able to stop
until she was naked.
Then with a fatalistic shudder, he reached down and
gently rolled her over onto her stomach. As he did,
his heart almost stopped when she murmured and stirred
momentarily. But, much to his relief, she quickly fell
back to sleep once again.
Feeling himself start to sweat, he cautiously sat down
on the bed beside her. Tentatively, still not
understanding what it was that was driving him to
perform this macabre deed, he reached out and took
hold of her zipper tab of her dress. Grasping it
between his thumb and finger, he gingerly eased it
down her long, smooth back watching with wonder and
admiration as the material slowly parted, revealing
the soft, smooth skin below it. As he pulled the
zipper farther and farther down her body, he felt the
spit in his mouth turn to cotton as he tried to
swallow. Then abruptly, the zipper reached the end of
its path.
Stopping, he stared down at her back and saw that her
too-tight brassiere was digging into the flawless
softness of her flesh. Ever so slowly, he reached down
to the clasp that held her brassiere together. With
fingers of clay, he clumsily struggled to unfasten her
brassiere. It seemed to him to take forever to finally
unsnap the dastardly catch holding her brassiere
secured to her upper torso. It seemed to be designed
to frustrate him, but he ultimately succeeded in
unlocking it. Then pausing again for several moments,
he waited before proceeding. Then, as delicately as
possible, he carefully turned his mother back over
onto her back. As before, she mumbled something and
stirred for a moment, but quickly slipped back into
unconsciousness.
Pausing for a moment, Justin glanced down at himself.
He couldn't believe how hard his penis was. It was so
hard, it actually ached as it jutted up at least ten
inches into the air. Finally looking away from the
evil, bloated monstrosity jutting up out of his groin,
he returned to removing her dress. Slowly, he began to
ease the shoulder straps down his mother' arms once
again.
Enraptured, he watched as the soft, clinging material
magically fell away from her exquisite bosom as he
slipped the straps down her arms. Once the straps had
cleared her arms, he dropped them and feverishly took
hold of the top of her dress. Taking one final, deep
breath, he began to purposefully tug her dress down.
The soft, velvet material slowly crept down off her
magnificent breast, still covered with the sheer,
laciness of her brassiere.
Once clear of her mountainous breasts, he continued to
inch the dress down until he found the lacy sheerness
of his mother's panties and garter belt. Stopping, he
tried to swallow but found his mouth so dry that he
couldn't swallow. Then with a finality he couldn't
believe, he pulled her dress slowly down her long,
silky legs until at last it slipped off over her feet.
Awkwardly, he folded the dress and laid it down at the
foot of her bed.
Turning back to her, he finally had a true
appreciation for her elegant beauty. He sat for at
least a minute, just drinking in her incomparable
beauty. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful woman
he had ever seen. Why hadn't he seen this before? He
wondered to himself as he gently ran his hand down one
of her long, elegant legs encased in the silky
smoothness of her hose.
Reaching up, he anxiously lifted the soft, lacy
sheerness of her brassiere up off her mountainous
breasts. Their grandeur nearly took his breath away.
Still staring at the flattened works of art, pressed
down by their weight and size, he solemnly laid her
bra atop her dress. He continued to stare down at the
big beautiful mountains of soft, smooth pink flesh.
Each big breast was topped with a cup of darker pink
flesh with a pebbled texture and a big, round nipple
jutting out proudly from its center.
Fighting the urge to reach down and squeeze the
magnificent peaks of perfection, he instead reached
down to her garter belt. Anxiously digging under the
firm muscles of the back of her leg, he managed to tug
it out from under the cheeks of her ass. His fingers
feeling as big and awkward as baseball bats, he slowly
pulled the garter belt down, still fastened to the
sheer hose. Glancing up at his mother's face, he saw
that she still slept.
Barely able to breathe himself, he began to pull her
garter and hose down her long, magnificent legs. He
pulled the film of nylon and laciness of her garter
down her thigh, over her softly rounded knee and then
across the sweeping swell of her calf. At last, he
slipped the filmy gauze off over her feet. Once
removed, he let the shimmering transparencies and lacy
frills float down onto the top her other clothes.
At last she lay before him with only her panties
protecting her from total nudity. He suddenly became
aware that he was sweating profusely and could
scarcely breathe as he stared down at her. Catching
his breath as best he could, he warily reached out and
delicately slipped his fingers under the lacy
waistband of her sheer, high-cut panties. Then feeling
his heart threatening to explode, he began to ease the
feathery lightness of her panties down off her flat,
hard stomach.
Inch by inch, their sheer transparency slipped farther
and farther down, revealing more and more of the
luxuriant forest of soft, curly pubic hairs underneath
it. The mat of kinky, brown hair thickly covered her
soft, vulnerable underbelly hiding her secret place
from him. It was almost more than he could stand as he
continued to pull her fluffy light panties down her
long, curving legs. At last, they slipped down off her
hips. Now the lush growth of pussy fluff that covered
her womanhood was clearly visible.
Gasping like an asthmatic, he stopped and delicately
pushed her legs apart just a tiny bit. Wanting to
spread her legs apart wider, he stopped himself and
started pulling her panties down. Then with a fiery
shock, he saw the crotch of her panties wetly sticking
to her woman-place. Just the idea of his mother being
wet in that place was enough to make him almost loose
control and shoot off. He couldn't believe how totally
erotic and wicked it was to see her place so wet that
it had completely soaked through her panties.
My God, he thought, she must be having a wet dream.
Then with an overpowering urgency to see her vagina,
he roughly tugged her panties down her legs and off
over her feet. Tossing the panties atop the other
clothes, he anxiously stared down between his mother's
legs. Although she was now naked, her womanhood was
still concealed by her lush forest of pubic hairs.
Staring hard, Justin thought he could vaguely make out
the wet cleft of pink flesh sparkling through her hair
in the dim light. Then he felt an evil impulse come
over him, and he couldn't fight the dark urge to see
her vagina completely exposed.
Bending down over her, he took hold of her thighs and
ever so slowly began to force her legs farther and
farther apart. As he did, the soft pinkness in between
her legs became more and more visible as her womanhood
slowly blossomed open like the petals of a beautiful
pink flower. Then all at once, he saw the soft, pink
folds of her vaginal lips gape open, unmasking his
mother's most sacred of places. Spellbound, he stared
down into the soft, glistening wetness of her gaping
vagina for what seemed like hours. Then as he
continued to gape at her ripe wetness, he suddenly
felt as sharp pain lance through his balls. Groaning,
he tore his eyes away from her sinful wickedness just
in time to avert a disastrous eruption.
Trying to think of something else for a moment, he
found his eyes immediately drawn back to the gleaming
wetness of her soft womanhood lying before him. He
suddenly had an overpowering urge to touch the
shocking beauty of her deep, seeping love wound. His
mind and body had been taken over by some wicked demon
and there was nothing he could do could stop the
impulse. He knew that he would go to hell for doing
it, but not even the threat of being plunged into a
lake of everlasting fire brimstone could stop him.
Justin slowly reached down to his mother's obscenely
exposed vagina. Closer and closer he came, until at
last he felt a flash of electricity shoot up his arm,
paralyzing it as his finger finally touched the soft,
pouting wetness of her beautiful womanhood. Straining
to keep from spurting his boiling seed out into the
air, he fought to move his arm but couldn't. He was
paralyzed for several moments as wicked, evil thoughts
churned through his mind.
Finally, the feeling returned to his hand and he
slowly ran his finger around the soft, smoothness of
the fleshy lips surrounding her fiery slit. Unknown to
Justin, his mother was dreaming that she was being
chased by a giant cock and it had finally caught her.
Waiting fearfully, she watched the gigantic prick
slowly ease itself up to her pussy. Then suddenly, she
felt it touch her.
Overcome by excitement, Justin gently explored the
hot, dripping opening of her vagina with his finger.
Susan could feel the giant penis slowly working its
way around the fleshy opening of her aching vagina as
she waited breathlessly for it to enter her.
Finally, Justin slowly slid his long, thick middle
finger down into the hot, clinging wetness of his
mother's slavering love wound. Susan suddenly felt the
great penis slide into the hot, itching channel of her
vagina. The touch felt so real, she didn't know if it
was a dream or real and found herself struggling
toward consciousness. Seeing his mother stir and her
eyes trying to flicker open, Justin quickly jumped up
and reached for the switch to the night-light.
Groggily opening her eyes, Susan was shocked to see a
man standing by her bed. She didn't see his face as
her eyes were instantly drawn down to his gigantic
penis jutting out at her. She had never seen a penis
so large and powerful. Then just as she was just
lifting her eyes up to look at his face the room was
suddenly plunged into darkness.
***
She hadn't had time to see who it was that owned such
a beautiful monster.
Justin saw his mother's eyes open just as he touched
the light switch. Her eyes had immediately gone down
to his penis and then started up his body just as he
flipped the switch. He was afraid to move. He hoped
that she hadn't seen his face, but there was no way he
could know.
The lights had gone out too quickly. Susan hadn't had
a chance to see whom it was standing by her bed.
Trying to part the drunken fog she found herself in,
she could only remember that she had been out with
Gloria's friend. She couldn't even remember his name
now. The real scary part was how had he gotten into
her room.
She didn't remember inviting him into the house and
for some reason she vaguely thought his penis was much
smaller than the colossus she had just seen. Maybe she
was just so drunk, she had forgotten about inviting
him into her house and as horny as she was it didn't
surprise her. Whatever, she decided, she wasn't going
to pass up a chance to have his big, beautiful cock
inside of her aching pussy.
Blindly, she groped out for the giant man-thing that
had been pointed at her when the lights went out.
Afraid to move, Justin stood still as he heard his
mother's bed creak. Paralyzed with fear and shame, he
stood by her bed hoping that she would go back to
sleep. What would she do if she caught him in her
room?
Then without warning, he felt something brush against
his jutting manhood. Before he had a chance to react,
he suddenly felt his throbbing cock grabbed by his
mother's hot, clenching hand. He felt like he had just
been doused with a blast of icy cold water as he
realized his mother had her hand wrapped around his
throbbing penis. "Oh, Please make love to me," she
gushed, pulling on his giant cock.
Justin felt like his heart would stop beating at any
second as his mother impatiently pulled on his painful
manhood. Cursing himself for getting into such a
predicament, he didn't know what to do. She must not
have seen his face, he thought as he wondered how to
get out of the dilemma he had gotten himself into.
"Please, make love to me, please," he heard his mother
beg again as he stood by the bed, paralyzed with fear
and indecision while she continued to pull on his
cock.
How could he live with himself if he did what she
wanted? He thought as he heard the bed creak again.
Then he gasped in disbelief as he felt his mother wrap
both hands around his bounding maleness. He couldn't
let it happen, he thought. Somehow he had to stop her.
Then, his mind went numb with shock as he felt his
cock being enveloped in his mother's hot, wet, sucking
mouth.
There was no way he could stop the gigantic gusher of
thick, hot cum that came shooting up from his balls
and spewing out into her mouth. "UNHGGGGRRPPPPHHHHHH,"
he growled, trying to disguise his voice as much as he
could under the circumstances. Then another spasm of
pleasure tore through his cock as it jerked wildly and
sent another great geyser of his thick, virulent boy-
cream into his mother's hot, slurping mouth.
It felt to him like she was sucking his life's essence
out through his cock as she sucked on him harder and
harder. As she sucked, his cock lurched and jerked
again and again, spurting gusher after gusher of his
heavy, egg-laden semen into her mouth. It came pouring
out of him like water out of a broken water main. Ten
times it jumped and erupted, then fifteen, then
twenty. He couldn't make it stop as it continued to
buck and spit out his life's cream.
Then, at last when it felt like she was going to suck
his balls inside out, he finally stopped cumming in
her mouth.
Having taken every drop of the thick, viscid cum that
had poured out of the man's huge cock, Susan quickly
moved her head back. Letting the giant cock slip out
of her mouth, she laid back down and spread her legs
apart. Reaching out, she dug her long, sharp
fingernails into the man's back and pulled him down on
top of her.
"Hurry, put it in me and we'll make it hard again,"
she cooed to him, not knowing that her son had just
emptied his balls into her mouth. Still weak from his
orgasm, Justin couldn't stop himself from falling on
top of his mother as she pulled him down onto her.
Even as he fell, he felt his mother urgently guiding
his shrinking manhood down to the hot, weeping gash
between her legs.
Powerless to stop himself now, he gave up any hope of
escaping and struggled up to his hands and knees over
her. Crawling up between her outstretched legs, he
could feel her urgency as he let her lead them down
the fiery path to their doom. It seemed to take all
night for her to guide his cockhead down to her
waiting vagina. But at last, he felt his
hypersensitive cockhead slip down into the hot,
drooling wetness of her gaping love pit.
"Oh, God, you're huge," she moaned as she felt his
massive cock knifing down into her pussy. Unknowingly,
she let her son's great, dense man-weapon slowly
penetrate the hot, clinging wetness of her vagina,
spreading and stretching her to her limit. She
couldn't believe how big the monster was as it cut
deeper and deeper into her aching love wound. Then,
just when she felt like her cunt would burst, she felt
the man's hairy belly grind up against her belly as
his hot, dangling balls slapped against her upturned
butt.
"Oh, you've filled me to the brim with your huge,
wonderful wand," she gushed appreciatively.
Although his cock had started to shrink immediately
after he had cum in her mouth, it was now rapidly
regenerating itself.
"Oh, My God," she gasped as she felt him growing
larger inside her, "you're getting bigger and harder."
After a few moments, Justin felt his giant cock had
regained most of it hardness and he slowly withdrew it
from his mother's hot, slavering scabbard. Then he
began to fuck her with long, deep strokes.
"Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, I Love it," she muttered as she
lifted her long, shapely legs up, making herself even
more vulnerable to the deep, plunging thrusts of his
cock, "Oh, Yes, Baby, Fuck me like that."
She could feel the man's ripeness growing harder
inside of her as they fucked. Even in her drunken
state, she felt herself being quickly whisked along
the path toward an unbelievable climax. Never had she
felt a penis fit her to such perfection. It was as if
it had been designed specifically for her vagina.
Although it was huge, it fit her perfectly. She
couldn't have designed one that fit her more
exquisitely.
Needing to feel the ethereal rush of pleasure that she
knew would come with her orgasm, she dug her heels
into the man's bounding ass, urging him to fuck her
harder and faster.
Justin responded to her coaxing and began to drive his
revived hardness into her deeper and faster with each
stroke.
"Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes," she panted as he
continued to pound his cock into the sopping heat of
her wet, slippery pit.
Both of them could feel the impending implosion of
pleasure as it grew closer and closer.
Suddenly, it was on them like a beast of the jungle
attacking its prey.
"Oh, FUCK, I'M CUMMMMING!!" she groaned as her body
began to writhe and shake underneath her son.
But even as she shuddered and shivered under him, he
felt his cock lurch and send out a huge, gelatinous
spurt of his white-hot cum deep inside her burning
socket.
Wrapping her arms around him, she ground her pussy up
into his thrusting belly, taking every last bit of his
spurting maleness into her pussy.
"Oh, Give, It, All, To, Me, Oh, Yes," she whispered,
nibbling on his ear at the same time.
Trying to please her, he drove his cock into her again
and again, each time releasing another geyser of his
white-hot cum deep inside her clenching cunt.
It seemed like they had been climaxing for an hour,
but at last the final ecstatic tingle coursed through
their bodies announcing the end of their orgasms.
Unable to hold himself up, Justin tried to roll off
her, but instead flopped down half on and half off her
with his cock still imbedded inside her.
The alcohol in her system suddenly took over once
again and within moments, she was fast asleep again.
She was so far gone this time, she didn't even feel
her son slowly pull his shrunken, drained manhood out
of her sopping cunt. Nor did she see him slink out of
the room like a beaten puppy.
Skulking down to his room filled with shame, he
stepped into his room and closed the door. Filled with
disgust and repulsion for what he had just done, he
went into his bathroom and turned on his light.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he was surprised
that his looks hadn't changed. He was so ashamed of
what he had done, he thought that he would see some
difference in his appearance. After all, now he was a
mother-fucker. But the boy staring back at him, looked
the same as he always had.
Maybe he had dreamed it, he thought until he looked
down at his dangling cock. It was still wet with her
juices and a tiny little dribble of cum dangled from
the head of his cock. Apparently the remains of their
love-making. How could he have done what he did? He
asked himself as he grabbed a towel and tried to wipe
all the evidence of their sin from his shrunken cock..
It seemed to take forever, but finally his cock showed
no signs of their indiscretion.
After cleaning himself up, he trudged back to his bed
and laid down. Lying there, remembering what it had
been like to make love to his mother, he thought he
would never be able to go to sleep. But finally,
exhaustion won out and he fell asleep again.
It was almost nine o'clock before Susan woke up the
next morning. The instant she woke, she knew that she
had not been an angel the night before. Her head ached
and her mouth felt like someone had been walking in it
in a pair of combat boots. Running her tongue around
inside her mouth, she suddenly became aware of the
lingering taste of semen mixed in with the awful taste
of leftover booze.
Opening her eyes, she slowly turned her head to see if
there was anyone in bed with her. Thankfully there
wasn't. Lying there, she tried to think back to the
events of the previous night, but she could only
vaguely remember bits and pieces of what had happened.
She had some indistinct memory of masturbating Anthony
in the back seat of someone's car. But why would she
have semen in her mouth? She didn't remember sucking
him. It didn't make sense. Then as she moved, she felt
the sticky, clinging remains of man's deposit covering
her groin. Then she had a strange feeling inside of
her vagina. It felt as if she had been stretched her
to the limit. It was quite obvious that she had made
love to someone the night before, but she couldn't
remember who it was.
Then she dimly remembered a man in her bedroom. She
could remember the man had a huge penis and she had
sucked him off. That was how she got the semen in her
mouth. Then they had made love. She couldn't believe
that she had been so drunk that she had invited a man
into the house while Justin had been there. How stupid
could she be? What if he had caught her in the act,
she shuddered. She must be more careful in the future,
she thought as she groggily sat up. Sitting on the
edge of the bed wishing she hadn't drunk so much the
night before, she saw her clothes lying on the foot of
her bed.
Someone had taken the time to fold them neatly and put
them in a neat stack on her bed. The whole thing was
getting stranger by the minute, she thought as she
cursed her lack of memory. Finally, after a few more
moments of unsuccessful memory searching, she shook
her head and struggled to her feet. Looking around for
more clues, she didn't see any more surprises. Her
head throbbing painfully made her trip into the
bathroom seem to take forever..
Some of her memory returned and she remembered that it
was Sunday. Then she recalled that she had several
errands to run. Trying to shake her headache, she took
a couple of aspirins and stepped into the shower.
After dressing, she hurried down to Justin's room to
tell him that she had to go out. Seeing his door ajar,
she peeked inside and was shocked to find him lying on
his bed naked. Starting to step back in shock, she saw
his eyes were closed and realized that he was still
asleep.
Stopping for a moment, she looked back into his room.
Knowing that it was wrong, she still couldn't keep her
eyes off his dormant manhood. She couldn't believe her
eyes. What had happened to her little baby, she
wondered as she stared at his giant penis. Even soft,
Justin's penis was bigger than most men's were hard.
After a few moments, she came to her senses and
blushing she looked away from the sleeping monster.
Ashamed of herself for even looking at him, she
stepped back out and softly closed his door. Funny,
she thought, but she had an uneasy feeling that there
was something vaguely familiar about his penis, but
she hadn't seen him naked in years. The last time she
had seen his thing, it was a little boy's penis, not
the huge monster that it was now. Blushing even more,
she rushed down the stairs. She could feel her face
burning with embarrassment as she stopped in the
kitchen. Grabbing a pencil, she quickly wrote a note
to let Justin know where she was. It read:
Justin,
I just wanted to thank you for last night. It was
wonderful. If I had only known sooner, I would have
done it sooner. I'm ready to do it again, as soon as I
can. I've got some errands to run today. I should be
back home around six-thirty. I can't wait to be with
you. Hope you have a nice day. I will knowing that I
have you with me.
Love and Kisses,
Mom
Leaving the note propped up against the salt shaker,
she rushed out of the house, her face still warm with
shame.
Finally Justin woke up. Sleepily looking down at his
watch and saw that it was one-thirty. Wow, I almost
slept all day, he thought to himself as he stretched
and yawned. Why had he slept so long? He wondered.
Then suddenly, like being doused with a bucket of ice
water, the events of the previous night came rushing
back to him with terrifying clarity. A cold sweat
popped out on his forehead as he thought about how
close he had come to getting caught.
He knew that what he had done had been destructively
wicked, but even now he could feel his manhood
hardening as he thought about it. Did his mother know
it was him, he wondered fearfully. Maybe she did. But
maybe she didn't want for him to know how despicable
she thought he was. He knew that the suspense of not
knowing would drive him crazy. He would have to find
out one way or the other.
After lying in bed thinking about it for the longest
time, he finally got up and slowly got dressed.
Steeling himself for the worst, he reluctantly set out
to walk down to his mother's room. Seeing her door
open, he fearfully peeked inside. A rush of relief
washed over him when he saw that she was gone.
Looking around her room, he saw that little had
changed from the previous night. Strangely, her
clothes were still lying in the neat little pile at
the foot of her bed where he had put them. Walking
over to her bed, he looked down and was appalled to
see the dried, crusty patches of his cum on the
sheets.
It was a strange feeling to know that it was his cum
and he had put it there while he had been fucking his
mother. Then, he caught a wisp of the haunting
fragrance of her perfume. It was indistinct and mixed
with her other womanly smells, but just smelling her
again was making him horny. Then to his dismay, he
felt himself growing hard again. Shamefully, he turned
and quickly left the room.
As he started down the stairs, he suddenly realized
that he was starving. Hurrying down to the kitchen, he
started for the refrigerator when he saw the note on
the table. Curious, he walked over to it and picked it
up. Seeing that it was in his mother's handwriting, he
had a sudden feeling of dread. Fearfully, he read it.
Justin,
I just wanted to thank you for last night. It was
wonderful. If I had only known sooner, I would have
done it sooner. I'm ready to do it again, as soon as I
can. I've got some errands to run today. I should be
back home around six-thirty. I can't wait to be with
you again. Hope you have a nice day. I will knowing
that I have you with me.
Love and Kisses,
Mom
My God, he thought to himself as he reread her note,
she must have known. He couldn't believe it, but he
read it again and still came up with the same
conclusion. Still he pondered the note and read it one
more time, just to be sure as he went over it sentence
by sentence I just wanted to thank you for last night.
What else could she be thanking me for last night? he
wondered. We only talked about her going out on a date
and that was no big deal. She had to be talking about
making love.
It was wonderful. What else could she be talking
about? It was wonderful for him, too and it must have
been for her, too, he thought excitedly.
If I had only known sooner, I would have done it
sooner. Does that mean that she liked me so much that
if she had known we could have been making love
before? What else could it mean? Oh, God, I can't
believe how lucky I am, he rejoiced silently.
I'm ready to do it again, as soon as I can. She wants
to do it again. God, does she really want to do it
again. She must. Oh, I want to make love to her again
too. God, I wish she was here right now so we could do
it. God, I can't believe it, he thought as his penis
began to throb at the prospect of making love to her
again. I should be back home around six-thirty. I
can't wait to be with you again. She should be home
around six-thirty and she wants to be with me, again.
She wants to be with me when she gets home. She wants
to do it again tonight when she gets home.
Love and Kisses. He felt a thrill tear through his
penis. She wants to kiss and make love. Oh, it's
wonderful, he drooled as he read the note one more
time. The interpretation, now set in his mind was only
reinforced every time he reread the note.
The hunger he had felt earlier was now gone, but he
forced himself to make a sandwich and eat it. Taking
her note into the recreation room, he reread it over
and over again as he tried to watch a football game.
Unable to concentrate on the game, he tried to figure
out what he should. As he did, his mind kept going
over the contents of the note, cementing his
interpretation of its intent permanently into his
mind. Wishing his mother hadn't left for the day, he
kept glancing down at his watch every couple of
minutes. Fidgeting and fretting on the couch, he
finally unzipped his pants and pulled his giant cock
out. Gently stroking the hardened monster, he thought
back to the night before and wondered what it would be
like making love to his mother with the lights on.
Would she be shy and awkward or would she be
comfortable and confident. He couldn't believe that he
was even thinking these thoughts when a day earlier
the thought of making love to her had never crossed
his mind.
Finally, he saw that it was five-thirty. Only one hour
to wait, he thought as he bounded up the stairs to his
room, his giant cock bouncing up and down in front of
him like a broken spring.
In his room, he slipped his clothes off and hurried
into his shower. Turning the water on as hard and as
hot as he could stand it, he spent the next fifteen
minutes thoroughly rubbing and washing every pore of
his body. He wanted to be pristinely clean for his
mother. Lastly, he lathered up his great cock and
began stroking it as hard as he could.
With the giant clenched in his fist, he beat it up and
down harder and harder until he felt his cum almost
reach the boiling point. Then, just before his cock
erupted, he stopped and leaned back against the shower
wall, looking down at it as it pulsated up and down
wildly, still threatening to explode at any second.
Finally, he regained control and stood under the water
letting it wash away the thick, soapy lather off his
jutting cock.
Finally able to trust his cock not to explode, he
stepped out and grabbed a towel. Drying off most of
the water, he picked up his watch and saw that he had
only twenty minutes to wait before his mother
returned. Splashing his face with aftershave lotion,
he giggled drunkenly as he grabbed a dry towel and
confidently strolled down the hall to his mother's
room. Taking her blow dryer out of her bathroom, he
plugged it in next to her bed. Picking up his mother's
clothes, he neatly set them down on her dressing
stool.
Walking back to the bed, he pulled the bedspread down.
Then he brazenly crawled onto her bed and sat down in
the middle of it. Vainly striking several different
poses, he tried to picture the way his mother would
like to see him when she walked in. At last, he
decided on a pose with the towel draped over one leg
and his thick, turgid cock fully exposed and lying
draped over the other leg. Glancing at his watch
nervously, he saw that he only had ten minutes to wait
as he flicked on the blow dryer and began drying his
hair.
The loud whine of the blow dryer hid the sound of his
mother returning and he was unaware that she had come
back.
Setting her purse and a sack of groceries on the
table, Susan saw that Justin had gotten her message as
the note was gone. Smiling, she stepped out of the
kitchen and stopped in front of the mirror. Looking at
herself in the mirror, she gently fluffed up her hair
before strolling over to the stairs. She carried a
single red rose in her hand for Justin to thank him
for his support the previous night. Smiling happily,
thinking how nice it was to have such a son, she
started up the stairs.
Half way up the stairs, she realized that the sound of
the blow-dryer was coming from her room. That was
strange, she thought. Why would Justin be using her
blow-dryer when he had his own? Maybe his was on the
blink, she thought to herself as she walked down the
hall toward her room.
Seeing that the door was open, she smiled and stepped
into her bedroom.
Her mouth fell open in stunned astonishment as she saw
her son sitting in the middle of her bed, stark naked
and blow-drying his hair.
"OH, MY, FOR GOD'S, WHAT IN THE NAME OF, OH MY, WHAT
ARE YOU DOING?" she was finally able to blurt out, her
face burning a bright crimson. "What, UH, WHAT, YOU
MEAN THAT YOU DIDN'T, UH, OH MY GOD, YOU DON'T
REMEMBER," he gasped, grabbing at the towel and
jerking it over his towering penis.
"WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME DO YOU MEAN?" she gasped.
"YOU REALLY DON'T REMEMBER," was all he could
foolishly repeat.
"OH, MY GOD, IT COULDN'T BE," she groaned as realized
what he was insinuating.
No wonder her son's gigantic penis had looked vaguely
familiar that morning.
Feeling her knees start to buckle, she stumbled back
against the wall and leaned against it to keep from
falling.
"God, MOM, I'm sorry," Justin apologized profusely,
not knowing what to do or say, "I thought your note
meant, uh, meant that you knew." "Knew what?" she
fearfully asked, not wanting to hear what she knew he
was going to say and hoping against hope that he
wouldn't confirm what she suspicioned.
"Oh, God, I don't know how to say it," he groaned in
misery. "Does it have to do with last night?" she
asked, panic starting to control her.
"Yes," he said softly, not knowing how to tell her.
"Was... Was... Did we... Did we..." she stammered, not
able to pronounce the words.
"Yes," he cried out, "I'm so sorry, Mom."
"Oh, My God," she wept, "I've ruined you."
"Oh, Mom, it wasn't your fault," he sobbed, scrambling
to his feet.
As he stood, he forgot his towel and it dropped to the
floor and his swollen, rigid manhood bounded into view
once again.
"Oh, Shit," he grunted, reaching down and grabbing the
towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he rushed over to
his mother.
"I thought you knew by the way your note read," he
sniffled, stepping up to her and hesitantly wrapping
his arms around her.
"No, I didn't," she cried, reluctantly letting him
take her into his arms, "I was so drunk I didn't
remember what happened."
"God, I'm so sorry, I could die," he muttered, pulling
her to him and slowly leading her back over to the
bed.
"What's done is done, I guess," she sobbed, letting
him ease her down onto the bed.
"I'm so sorry that it happened," he tried to comfort
her, "but it was wonderful, Mother,"
"We can't ever let it happen again," she mumbled
emphatically as he pulled her to him tightly.
"I know, but," he gulped, painfully aware of how
aroused he was. "It was the most wonderful thing that
has ever happened to me." He mumbled, stunned by how
he could be so excited just by her nearness, "Yes, My
, but we can't do it, ever again. NEVER." she
explained to him as she looked down and saw his penis
jutting up underneath the towel wrapped around his
waist.
"It was a terrible, terrible thing we did and we must
never, ever do it again," she said emphatically, "Do
you understand?"
"I know, Mother," he groaned, in agony.
He was being torn apart inside. One part of him wanted
to obey her but another part of him wanted to make
love to her again.
Then he felt something inside of him snap. He had to
make love to her again or die. The need was so
overpowering, he knew that he couldn't control it. As
he was consumed by the unholy desire for her, he felt
himself lusting for her but loving her too.
Pulling her closer to him, he ran his hands down her
back savoring the feel of her soft skin under her
dress. He knew that he was about to do something so
sinister and perversely evil, it would change their
lives.
Then powerless to stop himself, he ran his hands down
over the swelling curve of her firm, round buttocks.
Cupping the soft, pliant cheeks of her ass in his
hands, he pulled her into him, grinding his huge cock
into her stomach at the same time.
"Oh, No, Justin, Oh, No, we can't," she gasped, half-
heartedly trying to push him away from her.
"Oh, Mother Please," he blubbered pitifully as he
squeezed and fondled her buttocks through her dress,
"Just one more time."
"No, Baby, We can't," she moaned, embarrassingly aware
of her son's obvious erection as he thrust himself
into her stomach, "We mustn't, Honey, we just can't do
it again."
"God, Mother, I can't stop myself," he grimaced,
covering her face with soft, little butterfly kisses
as he tried to cover her elusive mouth with his own
hungry lips.
"Justin, Please don't," she sobbed, turning her head
back and forth to keep his lips from finding hers, "We
CAN'T!"
"Oh, MOTHER, I need you so badly," he panted, finally
finding her mouth with his lips.
"JUsstnnmmppphhhhh," she mumbled as Justin's mouth
found hers.
Then she felt her son's tongue stab into her mouth.
Shocked, she suddenly felt a spark of desire erupt
inside her.
How could this be happening, she cursed herself. And
why was she being aroused by his attention while she
was repulsed by what he was doing? Disgusted with
herself for becoming aroused by him, she still tried
to push him back away from her, but he was too strong
for her. Holding her tightly against his body, Justin
explored her mouth with his tongue as his need for her
became unbearable.
Suddenly, he released her and pulled back away from
her.
"Oh Thank you, God," Susan blurted out as she saw
Justin roll away from her and step down off the bed,
"Thank God, you came to your senses."
Then her joy turned to alarm as she saw Justin tear
off the towel that had been hiding his huge, jutting
manhood and fling it to the floor. "Oh, No, Baby," she
gasped as he stood before her with his giant cock
jutting out at her like some malignant serpent waiting
to strike her. Then before she could move, he reached
down and thrust his hands up under her dress.
Pushing at his arms, she tried to move away from him
only to feel his hands slide up under her dress
farther and farther.
Then with his hands and arms thrust up under her skirt
all the way to his elbow, he grabbed hold of the
waistband of her panties.
Susan didn't know what to do. It was all happening so
fast she didn't have a chance to stop him. She
couldn't believe this was happening to her as she felt
his fingers dig into her belly. Then she felt him hook
his fingers under the waistband of her panties and
begin to pull them down. Fighting to stop him, she
pressed her legs together as tightly as she could.
Hoping she could keep him from pulling her panties
off, she quickly realized that he was just too strong
when she heard her panties tear. Then she felt him
forcefully tug the tattered remains of her panties
down her legs. Mortified, she felt her panties slip
down farther and farther until they were down around
her ankles. "Please, Baby, Don't do this to me," she
pleaded with him again as he jerked her shoes off and
tossed them aside.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as she watched her son
fling her panties across the room.
She could see that he was out of control. She had
never seen him like this before. He was like an animal
in heat. She realized that there was no way she could
stop him now.
His eyes glinting evilly, Justin took hold of her
ankles and tried to force her legs apart.
Resisting as much as she could, she knew that it was
in vain as she felt her legs rapidly growing tired as
his strength slowly overcame her.
Trying to force his mother's legs apart, Justin felt
her resist, but as he kept pushing, he felt her legs
begin to quiver and tremble.
"Oh, NO, Justin, Please don't do this," she begged him
one more time. Ignoring her appeal, Justin kept prying
at her legs until he felt the trembling grow more
pronounced as she struggled to keep her legs together.
Then slowly, her legs began to part, and Justin,
realizing that he was about to overcome her, doubled
his efforts.
Tiring quickly, Susan was unable to defend herself
anymore as she finally gave up.
Abruptly, her legs parted revealing the soft, fleshy
core of her sexuality to her son once again.
He stopped for a moment, staring down at the
glistening wetness between her legs.
"Please, Baby, Don't do this to Mommy," she moaned as
he continued to hold her legs apart and stare down at
her gaping womanhood.
Then he slowly began to pull her toward the edge of
the bed and the gigantic, monstrosity that jutted out
of his groin. Whimpering plaintively, Susan tried to
push her dress back down and cover herself.
Justin kept pulling her toward him until her butt was
perched on the edge of the bed. Easing himself up
between her long, lovely legs, Justin began to push
her dress back up her soft, tanned thighs. She
continued to fight him until he grabbed her hands.
Holding her hands tight with one hand, he pushed her
skirt back up her legs with his other hand. Finally,
he won out and her dress lay crumpled around her waist
and he could once again see the wet pinkness of her
womanhood glistening between her legs.
"Please don't, Baby," she begged futility.
Then he shuddered and pulled her toward him. Both of
them watched in disbelief as his big, purple headed
monster nudged up against the soft, yielding lips that
surrounded her vulnerable femininity.
"Oh, My, God, Please, Baby," she moaned one last time.
"OH, FUCK," Justin groaned as pushed himself at her
and felt his gigantic cockhead slip into the soft,
clinging wetness of her vulnerability.
It was all he could do to keep from erupting inside
the hot, clenching sheath of soft wetness as it slowly
slithered into her. Gritting his teeth, he slowly slid
himself deeper and deeper the burning circle of fire.
He had to struggle mightily to keep from erupting
inside the hot, clenching sheath of soft wetness, but
he didn't explode as he slowly slid himself deeper and
deeper inside her.
"Oh, My, God, Justin, you're too big," Susan groaned
as she felt her vagina being stretched to its limit by
her son's gigantic cock just as it had been the night
before,
Justin didn't speak as he continued to slide his cock
into his mother's steaming slit. Pushing himself into
her, he drove his cock deeper and deeper into the hot,
dripping depths of her clinging channel of velvet
softness until at last, it was completely buried
inside of her.
Groaning as he held himself firmly thrust up against
her, he leaned over her and reached down to her dress
that now lay crumpled around her waist. With his cock
fully penetrating her sopping pussy and her soft,
inner thighs pressing against his hips, Justin reveled
in the feel of her heavenly cunt wrapped around his
cock. Still holding his cock inside her , he smoothed
out her dress and reached down to its zipper.
Leisurely, he unzipped her dress as she watched on
with disgust and shame. With her dress unzipped, he
began pushing it up her body. Pushing it higher and
higher, he finally pushed it up over the mountainous
swell of her breasts.
Realizing that she could not fight him off, she
conceded defeat at the hands of her son. Even though
he was violating her in the most vile and
reprehensible way imaginable, she still couldn't bring
herself to hate him.
Knowing that she had already taken him willingly once
before, she felt herself slowly begin to enjoy the
feel of his gigantic cock inside of her. What they
were doing was vile and heinously wicked, but still
she couldn't stop the feeling of pleasure that was
flowing from her vagina. Yielding herself to her
destiny, she mentally conceded defeat at the hands of
her son. What could she do to stop it anyway? she
thought as she made the decision to give herself to
him willingly once again.
Once she had surrendered herself to him, she found the
next step so much easier. Reaching down, she took hold
of her dress that was now wrapped around her neck and
quickly pulled it up over her head in one swift
movement. Tossing her dress aside, she now lay under
her son, clad only in a diaphanous brassiere that held
her big, beautiful breasts confined.
Justin had seen her breasts last night, but in the
dimness of her night light, he had only had a hint of
their real beauty. He dreamily stared down at the
mountainous globes of flesh confined inside the filmy
transparency of her brassiere like a man possessed.
Then, lovingly, he reached down to them. Gently
hooking his fingers under the bottom of the bra, he
started to push the brassiere up off her breasts.
Not wanting him to tear the dainty brassiere, she
quickly reached down and pushed his hand away from it.
Then ever so slowly, she slipped her fingers down
between the half-mooned cups of her bra to the row of
tiny red clasps running down between her breasts.
Seeing that her son was intently watching her fingers,
she leisurely unhooked the top clasp of her brassiere.
Then waiting for a few more moments, she moved down to
the bottom clasp and with a quick flick of her
fingers, she popped the bottom catch open.
The instant her brassiere opened, her opulent breasts
spilled out into the open. Gaping open mouthed, Justin
stared down at his mother's bare breasts for the
longest time before he could move. Then, leaning
forward, Justin tried to wrap his hands around their
huge perfection, but found they were too large for him
to encircle with his hands. Feeling their soft
perfection under his fingers, Justin began to squeeze
and fondle them lovingly.
Staring up at her son, she watched him change from a
boy into a man in the space of one heartbeat. Her
illusion of him staying her little boy his whole life
had abruptly and unalterably changed the moment they
had become one again.
Even as he defiled her, she couldn't stop loving him.
She still loved him as any mother would love her son,
but there was a new, dark side to her love for him. It
was as if her love for him was mutating even as she
looked up at him. Her motherly love for him was the
same, but she could feel herself falling in love with
him as a man. As he held himself inside her, violating
her inner sanctity and touching her breasts so softly
and gently, she felt herself falling in love with him
as her lover. While her love for him as her son was a
deep and unwavering, the other love she felt for him
was violent and passionate. Who knew what the new love
would bring, she thought, as she waited for her new
lover to transport her to the next plane of their
incestuous union.
Standing between his mother's statuesque legs with his
giant peter buried all the way up to its hairy hilt
inside her hot, clenching cunt, he gently toyed and
played with her breasts. As he did, he could feel her
persuasively squeezing his waist with her thighs.
Waiting, he saw her slowly spread her long, curvaceous
legs wider apart as she lifted her legs and wrapped
her ankles around his waist. Then he felt her gently
squeezing his waist with her calves as she nudged his
butt with her heels, forcing his belly into hers. He
suddenly realized that not only had she had stopped
fighting him, but she now seemed to be coaxing him to
make love to her. His eyes were filled with her beauty
as he towered over her, incestuously connected to her
by his bloated man-thing. He could feel her soft,
silky cunt gently squeezing and milking his stiff,
unyielding manhood as his eyes pored over her awesome
beauty.
How could this be happening?! He had never even
thought of his mother sexually until last night and
now he was making love to her for the second time in
two days. She was the very epitome of beauty from her
soft, billowing mane of mahogany hair to her dainty
little pink tipped toes, he thought as he ground
himself into her. He couldn't help quivering with
excitement as his eyes swept down over her voluptuous
breasts to the profusion of fur-like hair covering her
love wound where their bodies became one.
Even her smell was intoxicating as he breathed in
deeply to savor the mix of fragrances wafting up from
her. The soft sensuous fragrance of her erotic perfume
was intermingled with the musky smell of her estrous
wafting up from where their bodies became one filling
his head with the heady aroma. It filled his nostrils
and awoke in him some deep, hidden primitive drive
that he had never experienced before.
Unable to hold back anymore, he quickly slid his arms
under her perfectly sculptured legs and lifted them,
exposing her defenseless womanhood to his gigantic
love-spear. Withdrawing the entire length of his long,
thick cock, he looked down and saw that it was
dripping with juices from her sopping cunt. Shuddering
with excitement, he jerked her long legs up against
him, brutally sending his cock ripping back into her.
"OH MY LORD," Susan gasped as she felt his huge peter
slash back into her aching pussy.
Justin had become a madman and immediately began to
saw his huge cock in and out of her like some crazed
animal.
Within seconds, he was slamming his giant prick in and
out of her drooling love-place so fast, she barely had
to time to enjoy one thrust before the next one jarred
her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.
As her son hammered his cock into her over and over
again, she shamefully took him. Wickedly, she loved
the way he made her feel. Her inflamed slit felt like
it was burning with an unholy fire as she reveled in
the feel of her son's massive male weapon pistoning in
and out of her.
"Oh, JUSTIN, My Baby," she gurgled ecstatically as she
surrendered herself to him heart and soul.
The barbarous feeling he was bringing out in her was
quickly propelling her toward a cataclysmic orgasm as
they fucked. As wrong and evil as it was, it felt
wonderful to have her son inside of her. Would she be
able to live without him now that he had returned to
the place where he had been created. Just as he had
once fulfilled her motherly needs, he was now
fulfilling her carnal needs. She wondered if she would
ever be able to love another man, now that her son had
possessed her.
Whatever, she knew that their lives would never be the
same again. But even as she tried to make sense out of
it, she realized she couldn't concentrate on the
problem with the wondrous feelings pouring from her
pussy. The growing river of pleasure pouring from her
cunt was demanding all of her attention.
"Oh, BABY, Fuck Mommy, Oh, MY, BABY, I, Love you," she
gushed out as Justin slammed his great cock in and out
of her drooling love pit. Wanting him to know she was
now willingly giving herself to him, she dug her
fingernails into his shoulders. Holding onto him
tightly, she savored each deep, bone jarring thrust as
he drove his cock into her again and again. Her
muscular thighs were still wrapped around his waist
and her long perfectly formed legs began to rock back
and forth above him as he fucked her.
As his hips flashed up and down faster and harder, she
dug her heels into his rebounding ass every time he
drove his cock back into her sopping love channel. In
and out, in and out, his prick his plowed into her
drenched cunt until it was covered with a frothy
coating of lather. As they fucked with abandon, both
of them could feel themselves being sucked toward a
climax of such magnitude it would threaten their very
lives.
Then suddenly, without any warning Susan felt like a
bomb had gone off inside of her pussy as she felt her
son's gigantic penis explode inside her.
"OH, FUCKING HELL!!" she gasped as she felt his cock
bolt inside of her.
His cock spurted out a gusher of thick, hot boy-cream
so hot it felt like it had scorched the delicate
lining of her convulsing pussy. The instant she felt
him climax, she felt her own body react and her vagina
locked down on her son's enormous prick. Even as she
tripped off into her own soul-consuming orgasm, she
could still feel her son's potent ejaculate coating
the lining of her pussy with its blistering heat.
She felt her whole body began to shake and writhe
uncontrollably as the exquisite pleasure of her orgasm
spread out from her spasming cunt. Even as the muscles
in her body contracted and tightened into bands of
steel, she could still feel Justin's thrusting,
spurting manhood spewing out its fiery load into her
clutching, grabbing cunt over and over again.
Her spirit slipped from her writhing, convulsing body
and she floated above them, watching her son ram his
cock into her spiritless body. Even dispossessed from
her body as she was, she felt like the sensitive
lining of her of her cunt was being blistered by the
hot, thick, gelatinous semen spewing out of her son's
great erupting penis. Then she felt a river of cum
gush out of her overfull cunt as her son filled her to
the point of overflowing. But still his elephantine
cock continued to buck and surge inside of her
spitting more and more cum into her until both of them
were dripping with its hot, sticky thickness.
Justin had never felt such a totally addictive
pleasure in his whole life. He felt as if his very
life-source was gushing out of his cock and there was
nothing that could stop it. It flowed from him out
into his mother in a never ending stream. Never before
had his big, dangling balls produced so much egg-rich
milk. He felt as if he had been cumming inside of her
for hours, yet his great, surging monster continued to
spurt uncontrollably.
His great engine was being driven by the sheer
eroticism of fucking his mother and the feelings, both
physical and mental were beyond belief. It was the
most sexual exciting and gratifying thing he had ever
done. Yet at the same time it was the most perverse,
despicable thing he had ever done. Ever muscle in his
body was locked down in one all-encompassing cramp as
he held himself buried deep inside the soft, clutching
depths of his mother's overflowing pussy. He was
reaching the point of collapse when finally he felt
the flow of semen pouring from his huge cock slow to a
trickle.
Then after a few more feeble little jerks, his big
prick finally stopped pouring its thick, rich cum into
his mother. As his cock stopped, he could feel his big
dangling balls aching from the exertion of shooting so
much cum into his mother.
As his own aching muscles slowly relaxed and his cock
began to deflate, he felt the taut, tensed muscles in
his mother's body sluggishly relent and soften. As
they did, he felt her long, shapely legs creep down
his legs until her feet finally touched the floor.
Standing on his knees between his mother's
outstretched legs, he suddenly felt a stab of remorse
tear into his heart.
Now that the deed was done and the overpowering
pleasure he had felt was gone, he was experiencing an
overwhelming sense of guilt and fear. Looking down to
where their bodies were still linked together in an
immoral alliance, he saw that his mother's soft, inner
thighs glistened with his semen.
"Oh, What have I done to you, Mother," he sobbed,
backing away from her pulling his puffy, swollen cock
slowly out of her dripping cunt. Unable to take his
eyes off his thick, pink penis as it disgustingly
slithered back out of her fleshy pink wound, he backed
away from her. As his heavy, bloated penis slipped out
of her, it dragged the evidence of their incestuous
coupling out of her, dripping it down onto the floor
between her feet.
"Can you ever forgive me?"
"Oh, Baby, don't cry," she told him, struggling to a
sitting position and extending her arms to him, "It is
over and done with and there is nothing that can
change it."
"Oh, Mommy, I was so wrong to do it to you, but, but,
I just couldn't stop," he wept as still backed away
watching his long shrinking cock continue to ooze out
of her.
At last, his giant cockhead flopped and out of her and
at least a cup of frothy white excaudate gushed out of
the deep, wet pinkness between her legs.
Embarrassingly, it splashed down between them forming
a puddle on the floor. Neither of them spoke for
several moments as they stared down at the puddle of
love-juice between her feet.
"I should be taken out and shot," Justin finally
moaned in disgust as he stood up.
Then another pang of remorse washed over him as he
looked down at his mother and saw her staring at his
cock that was now at her eye level. Disgusted, his
eyes followed hers down to his penis. It was no longer
hard, but it was still heavy and thick as it dangled
down from his belly.
"Come here, Baby," Susan said softly, reaching out to
him.
Hesitantly, Justin moved toward her, carefully
avoiding their puddle of spent love juice on the
floor.
Reaching out, Susan gently wrapped her arms around his
hips and embraced him lovingly.
"What we did was wrong," she said, "But it was what we
did. When you first wanted to do it, I could have
stopped. But, but, maybe down deep, deep inside, I
wanted you too. Whatever, it happened and I enjoyed it
just as much as you did, so I am just as much to blame
as you are."
"But I started it," he sniffled.
"No, I started it last night," she told him, "And then
when you wanted to do it again, I didn't stop you."
"But, but, what now," he stuttered.
"I don't know," she sighed, looking up at him, "I just
don't know..."
"I know that we should stop it here and now, but..."
"But, but what," he asked her dejectedly.
"I don't know if we can," she said tiredly admitting
defeat, "I think we have just gone too far."
"What, what, what does that mean," he stammered,
afraid to believe what he thought he was hearing.
"It means that I've never felt what I felt when we
were making love," she said softly, "I don't think I
can deny myself such ecstasy forever. Do you feel the
same way?"
"Oh, God, Yes," he gushed, reaching down and pulling
her head into his stomach.
"Oh, be careful, Baby," she smiled up at him, "Don't
break my neck."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mother, I didn't mean to hurt you," he
gurgled happily, "But I'm so happy."
"I can see that," she laughed softly, looking down to
see his thick, wet penis rapidly swelling back to
hardness as it rose up before her...
"Oh, I'm sorry," he blushed, "But I love you so very,
very much, I just can't stop it from getting, uh, uh,
hard."
"Don't apologize," she told him, reaching out and
lovingly stroking his ripening maleness, "Most men
would kill for what you have."
"Oh, Mom, stop teasing me," he blushed again.
"I'm not teasing you," she said seriously, "You have
the biggest penis I've ever seen on any man and you're
still a teenager. I don't know where you got it from.
It certainly wasn't your father. He was barely six
inches long and yours must be what, nine or ten inches
long?"
"God, Mom, you're embarrassing me," he complained,
leaning down and kissing one of her big, bulbous
nipples.
"What are we going to do, Mom," he finally asked her,
letting her wet, slobber covered pap slip from his
mouth.
"What are we going to do about what?" she asked him,
uncertain what he was leading up to.
"I mean, are we going to keep doing it?" he questioned
her, gently fondling her big, spongy breasts and
tweaking her hardening nipples.
"Do you want to?" she asked softly.
"Oh, Yes," he blurted out excitedly, "Forever and
ever."
"Do you think you can keep it a secret?" she wanted to
know, "Because if gets out that you are making love to
me, we could both go to jail." "I will never, ever
tell another soul," he promised her, taking her head
in his hands and lovingly kissing her on the lips, "It
will be our secret, forever."
"Well, since we live alone," realizing that she was
probably making the wrong decision, "and it doesn't
seem to affect anyone else, I guess that we can try it
for a while and see what happens."
"Oh, GOD, Mother does that mean that I can sleep with
you at night?" he asked her eagerly as he slowly began
leaning against her and forcing her down on the bed.
"I don't know," she smiled up at him, sensing that he
wanted to make love to her again, "I'll have to think
about that."
"It would be wonderful, if we could," he told her as
he forcefully pressed down on the bed.
"Then I wouldn't have to walk down here every time I
wanted to make love to you, like now."
"Just a moment, Young Man," she said forcefully,
purposefully digging her fingernails into his rigid
cock.
"Ouch, Mom, you're hurting me," he yelped.
"You have to remember that I am your mother," she
cautioned him, digging her nails into his hardened
manhood even harder.
"And I still make the rules, to include when and where
we will make love. Do you understand?"
"Ow, Yes, Oh, Mommy, you're hurting me," he whimpered.
"Okay, as long as you remember that I am your mother,"
she scolded him, slowly releasing his penis, "Now I'm
sorry that I hurt you, but I had to get your
attention."
"You certainly got it," he complained, "and I'll do
whatever you say."
"Okay, would you like for me to kiss your owie and
make it better," she smiled wickedly.
"Oh, My, God, Yes," he groaned, struggling to get to
his hands and knees.
Waiting patiently, she watched as he straddled her and
clumsily crawled up until his giant cock jutted out
above her face, throbbing up and down like a huge
malignant pink snake.
"Oh, My lovely little Baby, you have such a beautiful,
big penis," she cooed appreciatively as she reached up
and slowly bent his pulsating masculinity down to her
lips.
Opening her mouth, she gently sucked her son's
gigantic purple cockhead into her mouth. She could
feel his growing excitement as she lazily ran her
tongue around the bulging rim of his cockhead,
tickling and toying with the little cleft under it
where the glans corona was split.
"Oh, Mother, you're going to make me cum too fast," he
whined as he felt her start to suck on him.
"Uuuuuhhhuuuhhhh," she mumbled, her mouth filled with
his hot hardness.
Her hot, sucking mouth gradually sucked more and more
of his great, hard penis inside her mouth as his
control grew more and more tenuous. Looking back down
at his mother, he watched in fascination and disbelief
as her full, pouting lips gradually crept up the
thick, pink shaft of his cock. Soon almost half of it
had disappeared inside her mouth. Then he saw her let
it slip out as she swallowed a couple of time and
quickly took several deep breaths.
Then without warning, she quickly sucked him back into
her mouth. This time she didn't stop. Justin felt her
suck his entire cock into her mouth. He could feel his
giant cockhead butt up against the back of her mouth,
but she jerked him down into her and he felt his cock
stab down into her throat.
"OH, FUCKING GOD, MOTHER, YOU'VE DEEP-THROATED ME!" he
gasped. He couldn't stop himself and he suddenly felt
his cock jerk and spurt, sending a gusher of his cum
down into her throat. The intensity of the pleasure
that burst from his cock was such that his heart
stopped beating for several beats as his penis spewed
its frothy ejaculate directly into her throat.
His whole body began to shake and shiver
uncontrollably as his mother sucked on him. Afraid
that he might have a heart attack, she hurriedly
pulled her mouth back down the long, stiff barrel of
his cock until only the hypersensitive cockhead
remained inside her burning, sucking mouth. "OH, FUCK,
MOTHER, I CAN'T..." Justin groaned collapsing down
onto the bed beside her, rolling over onto his back
and jerking his manhood out of her mouth.
She realized instantly, by the way he fell that he had
fainted. Then to her astonishment, she saw his great
cock continue to spurt out huge gobs of his glutinous
boy cream, shooting it wastefully into the air.
Quickly grabbing his jumping, spurting weapon, she
furiously stroked him, watching the monster jerk and
fire time and time again. Still running her hand up
and down him, she was disappointed when his cock
finally stopped erupting in her hand.
She stopped running her hand up and down his thick,
hard cock and found that his chest and stomach were
covered with his own potent, seed-laden syrup.
Sitting beside him, she watched him sleep for the
longest time. At last, when his gigantic penis had
returned to normalcy and lay on his stomach, shriveled
and shrunken, she rolled over and pulled the covers up
over herself.
She hoped that she had made the right decision
although there hadn't been any other real choice. Now
she hoped that she could satisfy her son's almost
insatiable need to make love. Whatever, she couldn't
ask for a more potent and well-built young lover, she
thought as she drifted off into dreams of giant male
organs chasing her once again.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, 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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