Before long, I
noticed that other
people - men, mainly
- noticed Mom, too.
Wherever she and I
went without Dad,
wolf whistles and
shouts like "Hey,
honey pie!" followed
us like the barks of
stray dogs. I became
so accustomed to
them, the same way
an urban dweller
grows deaf to the
sound of sirens,
that they became a
natural part of my
environment. Even
today I never notice
when some jerk
whistles at a woman
I'm with. On some
unconscious level, I
probably assume
they're whistling at
Mom.
I naively assumed
all women provoked
the same reactions
from men until the
day I mustered the
nerve to ask Mom
about it. She was
walking me home from
kindergarten through
our neighborhood of
big houses and lush,
sloping lawns, and
the route took us
past a home being
built two blocks
down from ours. As
we walked by, a guy
with a thick
moustache yelled
from the roof, "Hey,
baby, bring those
things up here!" Mom
didn't seem to hear
him.
As we crossed to the
next block, I said,
"Mom, what things
was that man talking
about?"
"I'm not sure," she
said casually.
"Since he was too
lazy to throw in an
adjective, like
'big' or 'long,' he
could have meant
either my breasts or
my legs."
"Why do workmen
always say stuff to
you?"
"They do it for fun.
And I guess they
think I'm really
hot."
"Like a stove?"
"Mmm, not quite.
You'll find out
later."
"You're pretty,
Mom."
"Thank you,
sweetie-bear."
"And those are
really big," I said.
She followed my gaze
to her tits, which
were bouncing around
and stretching a
green tank top out
far in front of her
body. They were as
big as cantaloupes.
"Oh, not you, too
already, Bobby," she
said, rolling her
eyes.
"No, I mean they're
big and pretty," I
said.
"Thank you, honey.
Coming from you, I
like to hear that.
They are nice and
big, aren't they?"
She cupped her hands
under them, hoisted
and then let them
boomerang up and
down a few times,
grinning and
wiggling her
eyebrows at me. I
giggled, but I was
simply too young to
realize what a
mind-boggling sight
it was. It would
have made that guy
on the roof squirt
his brain into his
pants. "Do you like
them? I look a lot
younger than I am,
don't I?"
"Probably. How old
are you?"
"Never mind."
"Does Dad like
them?" I asked,
pointing at her
tits.
"He never pays much
attention to them,"
she said.
I wondered what was
wrong with him. "I
would if I was Dad."
Mom was quiet for a
minute. My parents
got along okay, but
Dad traveled a lot
for a his job. He
was the
vice-president of an
oil company. And
even when he was
home, I didn't see
much of him except
at breakfast and
dinner. But he a
sense of humor.
Before my bedtime,
whenever Mom would
read "The Little
Engine That Could"
to me, Dad would
stick his head in
the room and say,
"Jill, that is an
oil-burning
locomotive, right?"
She would snicker
and say, "Oh,
Charles."
On the sidewalk, Mom
and I were nearing
our house. "Bobby,
starting tomorrow,
let's walk to school
a different way."
"Okay."
"And remind me not
to wear this top
anymore."
***
So men lusted after
Mom. And one
afternoon when I was
nine, I began to
lust after her, too.
I way lying on my
bed and noticed her
out the window as
she sunbathed by the
pool. She got up to
turn her lounge
chair and I gaped at
her tall,
voluptuous,
hourglass figure:
smooth, toned legs
that seemed to rise
forever until
finally flaring into
full hips, which in
turn scooped
dramatically into a
slim waist and flat
stomach with a sexy
inny navel. Above
all this, her
breasts cantilevered
out like an enormous
balcony, each of
them as big as the
six-inch desk globe
she had given me on
my birthday. Yet
they were supple and
perky, swelling like
balloons out of a
French-cut bikini
top with nearly a
half-foot of
cleavage between
them. Her face was
lovely, too, with
sculpted cheekbones,
a long, sleek nose
and a high forehead,
all of which gave
her a distinct air
of royalty. Her
light-brown hair was
down to her
shoulders, straight
and thick and
glinting like silk
in the summer sun.
When she started for
the house and I saw
her hips swaying and
her massive tits
jiggling and causing
her bikini top to
heave up and down, I
felt something new
and scary and looked
down to see stuff
dripping out of my
cock. I had just had
my first orgasm.
After that, jacking
off and thinking
about my mother
became a daily
event. She usually
wore form-fitting
clothes, like
turtlenecks and
bodysuits that
stretched taut over
her tits and faded
jeans that hugged
the curves of her
full, shapely ass.
Just watching her
load the dishwasher
or fold towels made
me horny. She had a
sensuous, gentle way
about all her
movements that made
my ears tingle.
I was even turned on
by her hands, which
were erotic in a
sleek, agile,
big-knuckled way.
I'd sit at the
kitchen table,
pretending to do my
homework, and when
she wrapped one hand
around an iced tea
glass to wipe it
dry, I imagined her
wrapping it around
my hard cock
instead. Then I'd
run upstairs, yank
down my pants and
frantically do the
job myself.
Sometimes I'd even
risk leaving my door
open, secretly
daring her to
stumble upon me and
childishly hoping
she'd be flattered -
or better yet,
turned on - by my
lust for her.
Once during an
especially horny
weekend when I was
in junior high
school, Mom was
sunbathing with her
younger sisters
Linda and Chrissy,
who are twins and
gorgeous but not
quite as curvaceous
as Mom. I was in my
bedroom watching
them and eagerly
jacking off. They
were trading body
compliments when
they starting
admiring each
others' tits, and
suddenly a
longstanding prayer
of mine was
answered.
After glancing
toward the house to
make sure they were
alone, Mom reached
up to the front
clasp of her red
bikini top and
unhooked it. Her
enormous breasts
sprang out of the
cups and bounced
against each other,
settling into
perfect, jutting
teardrops with just
a natural touch of
sag as she removed
her top completely,
her aureoles small
and dark red and her
nipples angled
upward like a
teenage girl's.
Chrissy and Linda
looked at Mom's bare
tits and cooed with
envy. My reaction
was even stronger.
No sooner had I set
eyes on them -
utterly mammoth yet
more perfectly
shaped than I ever
dreamed - than my
balls contracted and
my cock started
spewing cum. Long,
white ropes of it
squirted and
squirted, burning as
it coursed up
through my rigid
dick and madly
splattering all over
the bed and the
window. A little
Papa Smurf figurine
on my nightstand
took a blast right
on its cute little
face.
So there was Mom,
innocently gabbing
with her sisters
about butt exercises
and the Pritkin diet
while I mentally
pounded my cock in
and out of her
pussy, moaning
obscenely and
pumping a six-pack
of cum out of my
balls and all over
the room. I flopped
onto my back
panting, my shorts
around my ankles,
and watched Mom
struggle to fit her
melons back into her
bikini top. It took
me ten minutes to
clean up all the
cum.
Other boys my age
jacked off
fantasizing about
Samantha Fox or
Heather Thomas (or
Victoria Principal,
if they didn't have
cable). I jacked off
thinking about my
mother. I began to
wonder if I was
weird.
But I stopped
worrying after the
evening of the
seventh-grade
pageant, when Mom
came backstage to do
everyone's makeup,
her hips swishing,
her big tits
challenging the
straps of a low-cut
blue slipdress and
her pheromones
glowing like a vapor
trail in her wake.
The boys were so
mesmerized by the
San Andreas fault
line of cleavage
between her
jostling, shifting
tectonic masses that
not even the
toughest of them
complained about the
extremely faggy
stuff she was
putting on their
faces. When she
leaned over them
with a mascara
brush, her warm,
perfumed air
enveloping them and
her knockers nearly
bursting out of her
dress, their
trousers tented and
their neck hair
stood on end.
Then I knew there
wasn't a goddamned
thing wrong with me
for wanting to fuck
my mother. Every
other human male who
had set eyes on her
wanted to fuck her,
too. Never in my
life had I felt so
much pride.
I first got laid
during my freshman
year in high school.
The girl's name was
Lisa and we did it
in the back seat of
her father's Mercury
Marquis. She was a
sophomore and had
done it with another
guy already. "Oh,
Bobby, oh, Bobby,"
she yelled as I
screwed her and the
car lurched up and
down. But I didn't
call out her name. I
was pretending she
was Mom.
***
I was Mom's only
child and she doted
on me. She was
protective,
panicking whenever I
didn't get home on
time or forgot to
call. She was
suspicious of my
buddies. "Are his
parents okay?" she'd
ask me, groping for
reassurance about
someone throwing a
party. "Yeah, yeah,
they're fine," I'd
answer.
My active social
life pleased her but
she was jealous of
my girlfriends, even
the ones I just
palled around with.
"Is she cute?" she'd
ask me in a tickling
tone of voice
whenever I mentioned
a new name. Then
came the staged
pouting. "Cuter than
me?" she'd whimper.
"No, Mom, she's not
as cute as you."
From my dutiful tone
of voice, silly Mom
thought I was just
patronizing her.
Hardly.
"Good!" she'd say,
her brown eyes
sparkling with
triumph. "You're not
allowed to go out
with anyone better
looking than me."
She'd give me a peck
on the cheek that
nearly made my dick
burst through my fly
every time. Then
she'd trot off to
run errands or take
a shower, her jugs
swaying under a
cotton button-down
or one of her old
college sweatshirts
and her ass giving a
pair of khaki shorts
a very delicious
shape.
The truth is that my
girlfriends - even
the ones I just
palled around with -
were jealous of Mom.
No facetious pouting
on their parts, only
genuine,
jaw-clenching,
blood-greening envy.
After meeting her,
they never wanted to
come to the house,
and when they did,
Mom's statuesque
looks made them
stamp their feet and
grumble some escape
plan like, "Let's go
to the mall. Right
now."
We lived in a small,
close-knit suburb,
and Mom's face and
body were probably a
common household
subject. One
evening, a girl I'd
dated occasionally
called me, but not
to chat. "My mom
wants to know where
she can get boobs
like your mom's,"
she said.
My one and only goal
for my sophomore
year was to play
cornerback on the
varsity football
team, so I spent the
summer working out
twice a day and
binging like Oprah
Winfrey after a week
of bad ratings. When
I wasn't at Smitty's
Gym doing squats, I
was in the kitchen
or the den with a
plate of steak and
rice.
Mom loved serving as
my personal chef and
studied a whole
bookshelf of
bodybuilding
cookbooks. She'd
come into my bedroom
every morning at
five with a protein
shake and wake me
with a feathery
stroke on my arm.
I'd drink the shake
while she sat on the
bed and yawned
happily. Once when
she took a long
stretch, her arms
overhead and her
braless cantaloupes
practically
exploding out of her
satin nightgown, I
had to shift under
the covers to hide
the bulge of my
throbbing cock.
The shakes and
steaks, along with
all the hours of
weightlifting, paid
off. By the end of
the summer, my
five-foot-ten-inch
frame had filled out
to a well-defined
165 pounds. I played
second-string on the
varsity team that
year and continued
my regimen. By the
following June, I
was six feet flat
and a husky, sinewy
180. And Mom was
really taking
notice.
She had been
complimentary since
the start of my
training program,
but as my shoulders
broadened and she
noticed she was
looking up into my
eyes for the first
time (she's
five-ten), her
affectionate took on
new character, a
longing that seemed
faintly carnal.
"Lookin' good, very
good, honey," she'd
say whenever she saw
me sunbathing by the
pool. After bringing
me my shake one
morning and kissing
me on the cheek, her
lips moved to my ear
and whispered, "Wake
up, you big tiger."
It got more blatant.
When I was helping
her clean out a
store room one hot
day in early July, I
was carrying a heavy
box and holding the
door for her when
she paused behind me
and groped my
straining biceps.
"Mmm, nice," she
cooed, her breath on
my neck, wiggling
her tits against my
back. My knees
almost curled. I was
getting the distinct
impression that my
mother wanted me.
It was
understandable. Dad
hadn't been a very
strong presence in
the family lately
and had never showed
much interest in
her. I had no idea
when they had last
fucked, and I didn't
want to know. I
wanted her all to
myself. Dad was
decent and smart but
socially inept, and
I refused to believe
he could satisfy any
woman - least of
all, Mom. Plus, he
was five-six with a
bad combover and a
gut full of
Ding-Dongs. Mom
wasn't attracted to
him. That made me
smile.
Mom's lusty comments
kept coming at me,
and I was pretty
sure she had noticed
that along with my
biceps, my cock was
getting very, very
big. I was pretty
sure I had spotted
her stealing a
couple of glances at
my crotch though my
jeans, and one
afternoon by the
pool, I caught her
gazing right at my
bulge as I vaulted
off the diving
board.
No one would blame
her. One day as I
lay on my bed
stroking my huge
dick with both hands
and fantasizing
about fucking her
doggy-style, her ass
quivering and her
tits swinging back
and forth, I noticed
a can of Lemon
Pledge the maid had
left in my room. I
held it against my
cock. They were the
exact same length
and width. I folded
my hands under my
head with pride and
just looked at my
dick, pointing
straight up like a
fleshy, engorged
obelisk, the aerosol
can of penises, its
head dark and purple
and as big as a
racket ball. I had a
ten-inch johnson
with my mother's
name on it. It
seemed she and I
were both built for
one thing.
***
That one thing, the
thing I'd been
praying for since I
was nine, happened
later that very
month. It began
about an hour after
dinner on a Thursday
evening. Mom and I
were at home and
Dad's flight was due
in late. I was in my
bedroom sitting on
my bed and trying to
get my mind off Mom,
who had kept my cock
at full mast all day
with a knit top and
a pair of tight
Levis. She'd been
going to the gym
with me a couple of
times a week, and it
was beginning to
show: her triceps
were nicely defined
and her round ass
was riding even
higher than usual in
her jeans. All I
could think about
was lifting that
tank top and sucking
her tits, then
pulling down those
jeans and sticking
my big cock in her
pussy. But those
notions were
beginning to depress
me. It was madness.
She was my mother
and sex would simply
never happen.
I was just about to
call a buddy to go
to the movies when
Mom's fingers rapped
lightly on my open
door. "Hey, honey,
look at these," she
said, walking into
the room. In her
hands she held a
black velvet
demi-bra and a
matching pair of
panties. She dangled
them from her
pinched thumb and
index finger, one
item in each hand.
The massive scale of
the bra cups sent a
shudder of lust down
my legs. "Like
them?" she asked.
"Wow," I whispered.
"I got them today.
They're for your
father."
"I think they'd look
better on you," I
said.
Mom tittered. "You
silly."
I had always been so
filial with my
compliments to Mom,
even when the rawest
things were on tip
of my tongue. But
this time I didn't
care. I decided to
pretend she was a
girlfriend and say
what came naturally.
"God, you must look
so hot in those," I
said.
Mom's eyes widened
at me and she seemed
draw a long, pensive
breath. "Why, thank
you, honey. Do you
think he'll like
them?"
"Uh-huh. Just
imagining you in
them is turning me
on. But you look so
hot in anything,
Mom."
"Oh, Bobby," she
laughed, "stop
before my head gets
too big."
"I'm not flattering
you. Your body is
beyond belief."
"Wow. Oh, god. Thank
you, sweetheart.
You're pretty
gorgeous yourself."
She was grinning in
ecstasy and gazing
off at nothing. She
was so used to the
crass come-ons from
men on the street
and blithe
indifference from
her husband, with
nothing between the
two. My brash,
earnest praise had
sunk in deep. A warm
silence fell.
"Well?" I said.
"Mmm?"
"You going to model
those for me or
what?"
She glanced at the
lingerie in her
hand. "Oh, I don't
know, Bobby, I'd
feel kind of
awkward."
"Gimme a break. I've
been sitting here
swelling your head
for nothing?"
"God, to think I
could actually turn
on a
sixteen-year-old."
She truly didn't
realize what a
goddess she was.
Modest beauty is
such a wondrous
thing. "Okay," she
said gaily, "Just so
you can give me the
final yea or nay."
She went off to her
bedroom and I lay
back on my bed
rubbing my
stiffening cock
through my jeans.
She wasn't even into
the bra and panties
yet, but in my mind
she was already out
of them.
A minute later, she
called out from her
room, "Okay, honey,
come see."
I got up and walked
to her doorway
licking my lips and
activating the video
camera in my brain.
I was quite possibly
going to see the
hottest thing in
underwear since
Marilyn Monroe had
posed with her skirt
in the air over that
subway grate.
Reaching Mom's
doorway, I
nonchalantly looked
inside. The room was
moody and
long-shadowed with
the light from a
single bedside lamp.
And there, in the
middle of the floor,
stood Mom, giggling.
"See anything you
like?" she said.
Oh, yes. Suddenly
that bra no longer
seemed so huge,
stretched over the
lower half of her
massive chest like
the Grand Coulee Dam
desperately holding
back a thousand
acres of water.
Mom's big, firm tits
swelled over it
together like two
bronzy water
balloons, her smooth
skin pushing out
just a touch beyond
the top edges of the
velvet. When she
straightened one bra
strap, causing her
left breast to lift
and undulate
teasingly, I could
practically hear its
contents sloshing
like a milk jug.
My eyes wandered
lower. Below her
board-flat tummy,
the panties hugged
her round hips in
narrow bands that
dove to her crotch
in a v-shape. The
material lay
perfectly over her
tanned, supple
curves, and I
imagined how her
light-brown beaver
triangle - which I
hadn't seen since we
stopped bathing
together - must have
looked under the
velvet.
"Well?" Mom asked,
smiling and raising
her arms in
presentation. "I
hope that dazed look
on your face is a
good sign."
"Jesus Christ," I
said. Mom tittered
again. "I've never
seen anything like
it."
"Hey, that could
mean you've never
seen something so
awful," she whined.
"Okay, how about
this? You're the
hottest fucking
woman on the face of
the Earth."
"Bobby," she gasped.
"Show me the back,"
I said.
She turned around
and I took a step
toward her. The
panties arced over
the globes of her
full, heart-shaped
ass, which was far
too youthful and
resilient to allow
the material to cut
into her at the
edges. I reached
down and rubbed my
cock, which was
throbbing at full
mast and bulged like
a cucumber across
the front of my
jeans, the head up
near my left hip. I
left it there. The
time for hiding my
erection from my
mother was over. I
glanced up at her
slim, sexy back and
noted that her bra
must be
front-clasping.
"Well?" Mom
prompted.
"Those panties show
off your gorgeous
ass."
"Oh, Bobby, you are
being bold, aren't
you?" With her back
still to me, she
turned slightly to
see herself in the
full-length mirror
on the closet door
and fingered one of
the bra cups. "And
the material is so
nice. I love
velvet."
"I do, too," I said,
stepping up behind
her. Her White Linen
fragrance rose into
my sinuses. I
brought my hands up
to her shoulders and
caressed the
material on the
straps. It felt soft
and alive over her
skin and made me
wonder how closely
she kept the hair
above her pussy
trimmed.
Thinking about her
pussy autopiloted my
hands back down. I
placed both of them
on her ass and
fondled it
professionally. She
drew a quick breath.
"Mmm, feels like
those glute
exercises have been
working," I said.
"Your ass feels as
good as it looks."
"Bobby, honey, thank
you, but I don't
know if you
should..." her voice
trailed off
dreamily.
My hands migrated
back up to her slim
waist and gripped it
for a moment. Mom's
head swayed. My
hands moved higher,
trembling with
anticipation. After
years of staring at
Mom's huge tits and
ejaculating who
knows how many
barrels of cum all
over myself in her
absence, it was time
to go for the real
thing.
I let my fingers
drift up to the
sides of her bra,
admiring the velvet
again. Then, in one,
smooth, synchronized
movement, I slid
them down over the
cups and gave her
breasts - at least
the portions that
fit in my hands - a
firm squeeze. I felt
them swell up out of
her bra.
Mom drew a long,
rasping breath. "Oh,
Bobby, no," she
whispered, her head
falling back. I
thrust my hips
forward and rubbed
my big, hard cock
against her ass. She
arched her back in
response.
I pulled my right
hand from her
breast, slid it up
her neck to sweep
her hair out of the
way and then planted
a deep, succulent
kiss on her nape.
With my other hand,
I pulled her left
bra strap from her
shoulder.
Mom craned her arms
back and locked her
hands around my ass,
pulling me into her.
I ran my lips up and
down her neck a
couple of times and
then moved to her
right ear. "You are
so beautiful," I
whispered before
thrusting the tip of
my tongue into it.
She shuddered. "Oh,
my god," she said as
her head turned
toward mine. I
worked her ear,
nibbling on the lobe
and grooving my
tongue into the
little winding
canals above it.
With a sudden
pirouette, Mom faced
me, grabbed my head
and stuck her tongue
down my throat. Now
it was my turn to
gasp, drawing in a
lungful of her
heated mist, which
tingled with
electric madness
like the moisture in
roiling storm
clouds. It was sin,
it was chaos, it was
the stuff that had
made Greek poets
fear the sun would
turn backwards in
its course. A mother
was passionately
kissing her son. And
they were about to
fuck.
Mom heard my
thoughts and
flinched. She pulled
her head back with a
look of dismay and
planted stern palms
on my shoulders.
"Oh, honey, we can't
do this. It's crazy.
We'll regret it the
rest of our lives."
With one hand she
replaced her fallen
bra strap.
"But it would be so
good," I said.
"Oh, I know, baby, I
know. You're so
young and strong,
and I can already
tell you know what
you're doing." She
looked at my bulging
crotch. "And I can
also tell you're
hung like a fucking
horse, Bobby."
"I wanna do you with
it," I said, leaning
down to kiss her
neck.
She didn't stop me.
"No, honey, you're
my son." I kissed
her on the lips
again and she
instinctively darted
her tongue into my
mouth before pulling
away. But then her
eyes beamed mine
with pure lechery,
and her lashes
blinked some
beguiling Morse code
message of outlaw
sex. "Christ, it
would be fantastic,
wouldn't it? But no,
we simply can't."
By then I was harder
than I had ever been
in my life. I looked
down at her huge,
round tits, which
were straining at
the seams of her
bra. If I gave up
now, I'd never get
this close again.
Before she could
raise a hand or
speak a word, I
reached up and
unclasped her bra.
Her tits surged out
of it with such
force that the cups
flew back around her
arms. I fit my hands
under both tits and
squeezed them
greedily for a
second: they were
firm and ponderous
yet the skin
retreated under my
fingers like the
barely-ripe 32B's on
a teenage girl. Then
I leaned down and
took her right
nipple in my mouth.
My tongue orbited
her aureole, and her
nipple immediately
stiffened and rose
like a pencil
eraser. I flicked my
tongue over the tip
of it. Mom panted.
"Oh, my god," she
moaned. I felt her
hands on my head and
feared she would
push me away again.
Not this time. Her
fingers sifted
lovingly through my
hair at the temples,
her motions slow and
massaging. Her nails
scratched the back
of my neck. Her grip
tightened after a
moment and she
guided me to her
other breast.
Meanwhile, I fondled
her ass with both
hands and one of
hers descended to my
crotch. It groped
the impression of my
cock through my
jeans, stopping and
squeezing like a
shoe salesman
palpating for toes
in a new boot.
Finally, her fingers
reached the head and
massaged it. The
sensation of her
hand on my cock,
even through jeans
and shorts, made it
surge and strain and
turn to solid
granite. I could
already feel it
dripping juice in a
steady trickle.
"Oh, my god," she
said. "Oh, god, it's
huge."
She pulled my face
from her breast and
we looked at each
other. Her breath
was coming in loud
rushes, her bra was
flopping uselessly
at her sides and her
big, bare tits, wet
with my saliva, were
heaving up and down
with each gasp.
Her nose crinkled
and her lips curved
down into a sneer so
lustful I felt my
sphincter contract.
"Ooh, Bobby," she
said, "I want you to
fuck me with your
big cock."
Hearing those nasty
words from my mother
for the first time
sent such an
unnerving ripple of
lust up my spine
that for a second I
worried I would lose
my erection. My
knees were Jell-O.
But that second
passed quickly.
I unzipped my jeans
and yanked them and
my shorts down in
one frantic
movement. My big
cock sprang out like
an upended diving
board, its ten thick
inches towering
obscenely between
Mom and me and
pointing right at
her naked tits. I
just stood there and
let her see it for
the first time.
Her eyes widened and
her mouth fell open.
"Jesus Christ,
Bobby! Oh, god
almighty, it's
gigantic! You've got
the biggest cock
I've ever seen in my
life!" Her eyes
journeyed down its
length. "Mmm, your
balls are nice and
big, too."
I stroked it with
one fist. "Is this
what you want,
baby?" I asked. "You
want me to pound
your pussy with this
big boy?"
I planted my hands
on my hips and let
my cock pulse and
twitch. Mom finally
got up the nerve to
wrap her hand around
it, as if she were
approaching a wild
animal. Her fingers
didn't meet. She
brought up her other
hand and started
jacking with both
fists. "Oh, yeah,
Bobby, I want you to
slide your big cock
into my pussy and
take me to
paradise."
"Get on the bed," I
said.
She quickly climbed
up on the comforter,
her engorged
cantaloupes swaying
lewdly, and got in
position on her
back. As I whipped
off my T-shirt, I
let my jeans and
shorts fall to the
floor so I could
step out of them;
she lifted her ass
and slid her velvet
panties over her
full thighs, then
bent her knees and
tossed the underwear
off her feet. She
spread her legs wide
and massaged her
clit. "Mmm, honey,
come up here," she
said between deep
breaths as I joined
her on the bed, my
big dong sticking
out in front of me
like the jib spar on
a sailing ship.
I got between her
legs and braced
myself over her at
arms length. The
weight of me over
her on the springy
mattress made her
big tits wobble from
side to side. I
craned down and
kissed one of them,
sucking on her hard
nipple for a second,
then I moved up and
thrust my tongue as
far as it would go
into her mouth, also
just for a second.
Then I looked down
between us and got
ready to fuck her.
My hips were high in
the air and my stiff
cock was hovering
over her beaver,
which was just the
neat brown triangle
I remembered. I
reached down and
took my cock in one
hand and guided it
toward her pussy.
Mom raised her head
to look down there,
too, and what she
saw made her grab my
tensed upper arms to
brace herself. "Ooh,
yeah, baby, my
pussy's wet and I'm
ready for you," she
said. She raised her
face up to mine and
gave me a quick kiss
that told me she was
ready more clearly
than the words she
had just spoken.
Then, just to be
sure I had gotten
the message, she
commanded loudly,
"Fuck me, Bobby."
I held my cock to
her pussy and slid
the huge head in.
She was even tighter
than I had expected.
Her hands gripped my
arms harder.
"Point of no return,
baby," I said.
"You're about to get
that trip to
paradise."
She lifted her head
again to look down.
"Oh, yeah,
sweetheart, slide it
all the way in. Fuck
me with every inch
of your big cock."
I couldn't believe
the language that
was coming out of
her mouth, but
hearing it was
almost making me
blow my nuts. She
flexed her hips a
little for angling
and I finally slid
my throbbing cock
into her pussy. It
gripped me like a
hot, wet vise but I
pushed in fast
anyway. It just kept
going in. Moaning,
Mom rose up on her
elbows to watch the
action. "Ooh, baby,
give me all of it."
Then, after another
couple of inches,
"Ungh! God, this is
going to be so
fucking good!"
"Honey, I'm going to
give you the best
fuck you've ever
had," I said
arrogantly.
"Oh, Bobby, I know
you will."
"Jesus, Mom, your
pussy is so tight!"
I figured the head
of my cock would
meet her cervix when
I still had two or
three more inches to
give her, as had
happened with all
the teenage girls I
had banged. But this
time my big, long
dick was in a real
woman. As we both
watched and she
began to cry out
"Oh, Bobby
honey...OH!" her
pussy swallowed my
entire cock. My big
balls slapped
against her butt
just as the head of
my long dick found
the limit of her
canal.
I looked up at her.
She was seething
through clenched
teeth. "Ooh, baby,"
I said, "You've got
all ten inches of me
in your pussy."
"Jesus Christ, it's
like a baseball bat.
Start fucking me,
Bobby. I can't wait
any longer!"
She bounced her hips
to get me going and
I began sliding my
big dick in and out
of her with steady,
moderate strokes
using about half of
its length.
Mom grunted and
bucked her hips to
meet my thrusts. Her
hands squeezed my
chest muscles.
"Is that good?" I
asked.
"Ooh, darling, it
feels great, but
pump faster. I'm so
fucking horny," she
said.
I did as the lady
asked. My cock
pistoned in and out
of her, making a
sound like beaded
water being swished
off a car hood. I
flexed my hips high
on each upstroke and
pulled it out right
to the tip.
After all, my
beautiful mother had
specifically asked
me to fuck her pussy
with every inch of
my big cock. I was
gladly doing it.
Her huge tits had
already been
wobbling sensually,
but when I speeded
up they went
ballistic. They
lifted off her chest
and began swinging
in opposite
directions,
inscribing two
circles that met at
the center with a
loud slap of skin.
Her nipples, still
as hard as pencil
erasers, were
erasing an imaginary
figure-eight in the
air. I wanted to
suck them but the
sight of them
careening as I
hammered Mom's pussy
was too spectacular
to interfere with.
"Oh, Bobby, my tits
are going crazy.
Look at them!"
"I am. Just seeing
them is almost
making me come."
Her melons weren't
the only things in
the room suffering
an earthquake. My
fast tempo and
powerful strokes had
set up a brassy
squeak in the box
springs that marked
our cadence. Much
louder, however, was
the sound made by
the big cherry
headboard, which was
slamming against the
wall so hard that
flakes of white
paint were falling
off the ceiling
molding above it.
"Ooh, Bobby, you're
fucking me so good,"
Mom said, her words
rippling as if she
were drumming on her
voicebox. She smiled
up at me, and I
smiled back at her.
"Kiss me,
sweetheart," she
said softly. I
leaned down and our
tongues mashed
against each other
in a quick embrace.
"Mmm, good,
sweetie-bear," she
said when I was back
up on straight arms.
"You didn't break
stride. But I want
some more of that."
She lifted herself
onto her elbows so
that our faces met.
Her tongue shot
between my lips
again. It was a long
kiss this time -
slow and probing
with methodical
lust.
Then we both looked
down. The lips of
her pussy were
stretched taut,
clinging to my wide,
deeply-veined dick
as I banged her.
"Ooh, baby," she
said, "Look at your
ten inches pleasing
my pussy. You're
making me feel so
fucking good, Bobby.
I just can't believe
we're doing this."
"I can't either."
"But don't you dare
stop. You're
fantastic."
"I've been wanting
to fuck you for
years, Mom," I said,
slowing my strokes a
tad so I'd last a
little longer. Even
so, I was going to
shoot my load way
too soon.
"And I've been
wanting you to fuck
me ever since you
got so buff and
gorgeous and
sprouted that big
cock between your
legs. I noticed it
in your swim
trunks," she said,
looking down again
at my monster
pumping her canal.
My dick was slick
and glossy with her
juice by now,
glistening in the
lamp light as I
pulled it out for a
long, hard
down-stroke. "But I
had no idea how
fucking huge you
were," she finished.
"I'm glad we're
fucking with the
light on so I can
see your big pole
filling my pussy."
Then her tone got
really nasty again.
"Ooh, yeah, Bobby,
give it to me. Come
on, big boy, you're
not supposed to do
this to your mother,
so you'd better make
it worth all the
guilt."
I speeded up my
strokes. My balls
were slapping loudly
against her ass and
her tits were taking
off again.
"Ooh, yeah," she
snarled. "Pound me.
Slam my pussy with
your big, long, hard
cock!"
I thumped her even
harder.
"Oh, yes, Bobby!
Fuck me! Oh, god,
yes. Yes! Oh, Jesus
Christ, honey. Oh,
Christ, Bobby, I'm
coming!"
It was music to my
ears, since my own
orgasm was imminent.
I had already turned
the corner and was
feeling the charge
building on the
underside of my
dick. I normally had
Herculean endurance,
but this was too
much for me.
Frankly, it was a
miracle I hadn't
come when she first
wrapped her hand
around my tool.
Screaming my name,
Mom reached up with
both hands and
pulled me down to
her as her hips
began to spasm. They
drove up against me
wildly, lifting us
both off the bed for
three or four of my
strokes at a time.
"Oh, Bobby
sweetheart, don't
stop. Oh, fuck me,
baby, keep pumping
your cock...oh, now,
I'M COMING!"
She shrieked a
wordless sound into
my ear as her nails
dug into my
shoulders. Her grip
lightened; I eased
my strokes and
caught my breath.
Then my own orgasm
was on its way. My
balls tightened and
the whole head of my
cock was tingling.
"Honey, it's my turn
now," I grunted,
arching my back
upward and clamping
my eyes shut in
concentration.
"Oh, baby, that feel
so good, but you'd
better pull your
cock out of me.
Honey, are you
listening? There's a
chance I could get
pregnant." Then that
nasty tone again.
"Besides, I want to
see all the juice
that squirts out
those big balls of
yours! I bet you
come in quarts! Do
it all over my tits,
baby! Pull your big
cock out of my pussy
and squirt hot cum
all over me!"
My balls heard all
that marvelous
depravity before I
did. "Okay, baby," I
said, gulping and
giving her pussy one
last thrust. "OH
FUCK, HERE IT
COMES!"
I flexed my ass up
high to pull my cock
all the way out of
her and reached down
to stroke and aim it
with my right hand.
Under me, Mom got up
on her elbows. Then
I gave her what she
had asked for. And
then some.
No sooner was my
cock out of her than
I grunted savagely
and the first long
white stream of cum
squirted, arcing up
and landing on Mom's
face. It splattering
over her left eye
and ear, running
down her cheek to
her mouth. As she
was moaning and
licking it off her
upper lip, I groaned
again and another
three huge cords of
semen spewed out of
my big dick and onto
her countenance. One
coated her forehead
and her hairline.
Another splashed on
her chin and a third
sprayed right into
her open mouth.
I couldn't believe
how much cum I was
squirting, and
neither could she.
"Jesus Christ,
Bobby," she said in
awe, gazing down at
my geysering cock.
"You really do come
in quarts!"
Her face and neck
were coated, but my
balls weren't done
yet. Mom knew what I
was thinking and her
timing was perfect.
"Mmm, yeah, squirt
the rest all over my
big tits," she said.
She cupped her hands
under them. I aimed
my cock at her right
tit and shot three
long ropes across
it, then I swung my
cannon to the left
tit and stroked the
last two big salvos
onto it right over
the nipple. The
final spurts of my
load, which just
kept coming and
coming, showered
onto her tummy and
her hands. Then my
cock was just
dripping semen into
her navel as I
leaned over her.
I gasped and
collapsed onto one
elbow. She held one
hand to her mouth
and licked my jism
off it, smiling
slyly at me and
making a funny
purring noise. She
looked down at
herself. All the
semen I had squirted
on her tits was
running down onto
her concave tummy in
white rivulets.
"Jesus, Bobby, I've
never seen so much
cum in my whole
life. I'm covered."
I got up and trotted
to the master
bathroom and grabbed
a bath towel off the
rack. I returned to
the bed where Mom
lay dazed, her long
legs splayed apart
and her big tits
rising from her
chest like two huge
cherry sundaes of
semen. I climbed up
next to her and
began cleaning her
up.
"Oh, god, Bobby,
that was
mind-blowing. I
don't know how on
earth you learned to
fuck a woman like
that by the tender
age of 16, but we're
definitely going to
talk about where
you've been spending
your evenings. Lord,
to think of the
teenage pussy you've
been stretching with
that big dick."
I finally got all my
cum off her and put
the towel aside.
Post-climax euphoria
was sluicing through
my veins like an
endorphin. What had
happened was
precisely the
momentary bout of
insanity I'd been
fantasizing about
since I had that
first orgasm years
before. And now I
had just fucked my
mother's brains out
and fountained a
gallon of semen all
over her gorgeous
face and her big,
beautiful tits. It
would take a little
while for me to
believe it all.
I scooped her into
my arms and we
cuddled close
together, her head
on my chest. My mind
wandered lazily, but
Mom was already
trying to get back
to reality. "Oh,
Bobby, honey, I
still can't believe
this. I just fucked
my own son," she
groaned. "I've
probably permanently
screwed up your
development."
"Oh, please. I'm the
king of the world
right now. I've
never felt so
content in my life."
"They why isn't that
big cock of yours
taking a rest?"
I looked down at my
dong, which was
lying large and
heavy on my abs. It
was still almost as
long as it was fully
erect.
"Takes it a little
while to wind down,"
I said.
"Mmm, I'll say," Mom
said. "Honey, when
we get up and leave
this bed, we have to
put this behind us.
It was wonderful but
it can't happen
again."
I nonchalantly
agreed to the pact
because I knew she
didn't really mean
it. Or if she did
now, she'd change
her mind later.
She'd be back for
more.
Just how soon she
would want more was
the surprise. I rose
up onto my knees and
said, "I'm going to
take a shower." I
leaned over and gave
her a slow, tranquil
kiss on the lips.
"Wait,
sweetie-bear," she
said as I started to
step onto the floor.
I said once we leave
the bed, we have to
put this behind us."
"I know, I heard
you."
"No, you don't
understand. We
haven't left the bed
yet."
Now I got it. I
leered at her.
"And," she
continued, staring
at my half-mast
pole, "I'm simply
not going to let you
leave this bed
before I suck your
big cock." Without
another word, she
crawled over to me,
wrapped her left
hand around my dick
and guided it into
her wide-open mouth.
Her soft, full lips
caressed the top of
my shaft while she
flicked her tongue
over my hole. "Oh,"
I moaned. "Oh, god,
that feels good." My
cock was already
growing rigid again.
As it expanded, she
struggled to keep
her lips around it.
Then she began to
swallow more of it,
bobbing her head
down farther on it
with every pass. Her
lips made a loud,
erotic slurping
sound as I watched
her inhale half of
my big dong. She
massaged my nuts
with one hand.
"Mmm," she moaned,
her nurturing mouth
full of my manhood.
She pulled it from
her lips and began
licking the bottom
side near the head,
right where I was
most sensitive.
"Ooh, yeah, baby," I
said.
"You know how long
I've wanted to take
your big cock in my
mouth?" she asked
between licks.
"Remember that day
last summer when I
wore that yellow
bikini?"
"Oh, god, yeah. Your
knockers kept
spilling out of it."
"That's the one. You
kept staring at my
tits and I saw how
huge and hard your
dick was getting.
All I could think
about after that day
was sucking it until
it poured cum down
my throat."
She had her tongue
down near my balls
and was jacking my
dick with one hand.
Then she sat up and
put both fists
around it, firmly
stroking them all
the way up and down
it.
The vigorous motion
of her arms was
making her huge tits
dance up and down. I
couldn't stand it
anymore. I got up
and motioned for her
to stay right where
she was. "What are
you doing?" she
asked.
"I'm gonna fuck your
tits."
"Ooh, baby, bring
that big dick up
here."
She was on her butt,
so on my knees I
came up to face her.
The height was
perfect. She held
her big globes
together and I slid
my cock up between
them. Heaven.
"Ooh, yeah,
sweetie-bear, rub
your big cock all
over my melons."
"That feels so
fucking good," I
said. I pulled my
dick out of her
cleavage and rubbed
the head on one of
her nipples, then
the other. They
sprang to attention.
Mom looked up at me
with pleading eyes.
"Oh, Bobby, I'm so
horny again, think
you can take me to
paradise one more
time?"
"Baby, I thought
you'd never ask."
"I want you to slide
every inch of that
big cock back into
my pussy where it
belongs," she said
just before giving
me one last prep
suck, gulping and
smacking her lips
around the head. The
she swung her
luscious ass around
toward me and got on
her hands and knees,
her tits swaying in
big circles. "Hurry,
Bobby, fuck me."
I scrambled up
behind her and
brought my crotch to
her comely ass.
"Put your cock in me
as far as it will
go, baby. Then fuck
my pussy until I
scream!"
Once again, the
lady's wish was my
command. I fit the
head of my dick into
her and spread my
legs slightly for a
lower angle. Mom was
impatient with lust.
"Fuck me, Bobby!
Slide that big boy
into me and start
pumping!"
I went into her to
the hilt in a single
stroke. She grunted
with pleasure.
"Ungh! Oh, god, it's
going to be even
better than the
first time."
I didn't waste a
second to give her
what she wanted. I
held her tightly by
the waist and
started pounding all
the way in and out
of her, my long dick
making a squishing
sound in her pussy
and my pelvis
slapping loudly
against her ass.
"Is that good,
honey?" I asked with
a horny scowl. "Is
this how you want my
big boy to fill up
your pussy?"
"Oooh, yeah!" she
called out. "Just
like that, baby. And
believe me, it takes
a big cock to
satisfy me
doggy-style." She
starting thrusting
her ass back to meet
my strokes, and the
bed shimmied under
our knees. Her pussy
was gripping my pole
like warm, wet silk,
and I knew I
wouldn't last very
long this time,
either.
Just as well, I'd
soon find out. The
phone rang. Mom
looked back over her
shoulder at me with
a grin. "Answer that
and I'll kill you."
I laughed and
pounded her ass even
harder. She cried
out in pleasure just
as the machine on
the nightstand
picked up the call.
Under her screams I
suddenly heard a
familiar voice.
"Hi, everybody. Say,
I took an earlier
flight and I'm at
the airport. But,
uh, I guess you guys
are out or busy or
something - "
"Bobby's busy,
dear," Mom shouted
over Dad's voice and
the thumping sound
the headboard was
making against the
wall. "He's busy
fucking my brains
out!"
Dad couldn't hear
her, of course, and
kept talking. " - a
taxi and be there in
a half-hour. Bye."
"Oh, honey, we don't
have long," she said
as I looked down at
my big tool sliding
in and out of her. A
white ring of foam
had formed around
her pussy. My dick
pulsed with lust.
"Don't worry, I'm
not going to last
much longer."
"Me neither. Jesus
Christ, Bobby, your
cock is so fucking
big and you bang me
so fucking good!"
"Oh, baby, I love
all the nasty things
you say while we
fuck," I said. "Do
you talk like this
to Dad?"
"Uh-uh. He doesn't
like it."
It was official. My
father was a moron.
I leaned forward and
reached under her to
feel her pendulous
tits as they bounded
back and forth. Her
hard nipples danced
in my palms.
"Here, baby, let me
give you a better
grip on them," Mom
said. She rose up on
her knees so that we
were spooned
together. Her pussy
angled upward and my
cock easily stayed
with it. I gave her
quick, short
strokes. Her chest
was upright now, and
I reached around and
cupped my hands over
her heaving melons.
"Ooh, squeeze my big
tits, honey. Squeeze
them hard. I've been
waiting so long for
you to do that to
them." I kneaded
their firm flesh
roughly and rubbed
my palms all over
them. My cock was
pounding Mom's pussy
and my hands were
feeling her big,
bare tits. It simply
didn't get much
better.
Something to the
right of us caught
Mom's interest.
"Look, honey," she
said. "There we
are."
The full-length
mirror on the closet
door was framing us
perfectly in
profile. The whole
scene was suddenly
so objective and
thrilling, as if
over in the bedroom
next door, a
well-built,
well-hung
16-year-old was
fucking his
beautiful,
voluptuous mother
from behind. Mom
smiled at me in the
reflection, her
herbal-scented brown
hair swishing and
her ass still
lunging back to meet
my strokes. I
studied her broad
hips and tapered
waist, her tender
shoulders and long,
graceful neck. Every
inch of her was
perfect. Every inch
of her was so
utterly woman. She
turned her head
toward mine and I
kissed her. Then we
both looked in the
mirror again. It was
addictive.
"Oh, Bobby, that is
so hot. I love
watching you fuck
me. I can see all
your muscles flexing
and ooh, your huge
pole going into my
pussy. Yeah, slide
that big, long thing
all the way in and
out so I can see it.
Mmm, give it to me,
honey. Give it to me
good!"
She stretched her
arms back over her
head to run her
fingers through my
hair, and I looked
in the mirror again.
Her massive tits
were standing up on
her chest like
torpedoes, flailing
from side to side
and bouncing against
each other in a pose
of gravity-defying
human architecture.
They were real, they
were the size of
cantaloupes, and
they were sticking
straight out. My
dick throbbed so
hard it hurt. Her
tits in the mirror
were the most
incredible sight
I've ever seen in my
life.
Even Mom couldn't
hold back her pride.
"Oh, honey, look at
my tits!"
"I'm looking. God
help me, I'm
looking."
"Put your hands on
them again, honey."
I did as the lady
asked. It was like
grabbing onto two
bucking broncos.
They were firmer
than ever. Their
movement was checked
by my hands, which I
slowly moved down
from the upper
slopes to her turgid
nipples and then to
the southern
hemispheres. I
cupped as much of
them as I could in
my grip. "They're
unbelievable," I
said.
Mom smiled at me in
the mirror and
nudged her ass
backward so my cock
could slide even
farther into her. "I
loved it when you
squirted cum all
over them and my
face. No one had
ever done that."
After another
moment, she went
back down on all
fours. "Ooh, Bobby,
your big dick is
about to make me
come."
"I'm about to come,
too."
"Great, baby. Get me
off good and hard
and then shoot
another big load all
over me."
Hearing that brought
me a step closer. I
tightened my grip on
her slim waist and
began ramming my
cock into her harder
than ever.
She let out a long
scream, then barely
catching her breath,
yelled "I'm about to
come all over your
big cock, baby. Ooh,
yeah. Ungh! Ooh. Oh.
OH. JESUS CHRIST,
I'M COMING!"
I felt her pussy
contract as I
slammed her climax
home. The timing was
perfect. "Oh, baby,
now I'm about to
come," I said. "Oh,
god, it's gonna be
so good!"
"Yeah, honey, give
me every inch and
then pull it out,"
she said.
"I want to come in
your mouth."
"Mmm, okay, honey. I
hope you squirt
another huge load
like the first
time."
I angled down into
her pussy to
stimulate the bottom
side of my cock.
Then came that
shivering seizure as
I timed my final
strokes.
"Ooh, Bobby, your
balls just tightened
up."
"I'm coming!" I
yelled. I gave her
one more deep thrust
and pulled it all
the way out. She
spun around and
grabbed my cock to
take it in her
mouth. The head
bumped her chin
first and my first
thick cable of cum
blasted onto her
neck and shoulder.
Then her lips
engulfed my dick and
I felt surge after
surge gush into her
mouth. She moaned
and swallowed, but
still a dribble of
semen leaked between
her lips and ran
back down my
convulsing flagpole.
My orgasm finally
subsided and Mom
sucked me dry. She
pulled my dick from
her mouth and looked
up at me. The stream
of cum that had
landed on her neck
was dripping down
over both tits. And
a tiny white trickle
ran from one corner
of her mouth.
"Oh, baby, how are
we ever going to
give this up?" she
asked.
"I don't know."
She bent down and
began examining the
floor beside the
bed.
"Cum stains?" I
asked.
"No, you fucked me
so hard, I lost a
contact."
***
Dad was due home any
minute, so we
quickly showered
(apart,
unfortunately) and
got dressed. He
opened the front
door just as we
jogged down the
stairs looking fresh
and rested and
probably way too
innocent. I had
always mentally
chastised Dad for
being so clueless,
but now I prayed he
wouldn't notice the
unmistakable sheen
of sexual bliss on
us.
"Hi, everybody," he
said. "I didn't
think anyone was
home. I left a
message."
"We were just out
for a walk when you
called," Mom said,
hugging him lightly
and giving him a
perfunctory peck on
the cheek.
Dad shook my hand.
"Gosh, I go away for
two weeks and it
looks like you've
grown another inch,"
he said, peering up
at me. "You are
getting so big!"
"He certainly is,"
Mom chimed in with a
daring lilt in her
voice. Standing
behind Dad to take
his coat, I smirked
at her. She slitted
her eyes at me and
slowly licked her
lips. Then she came
over to squeeze my
dick through my
pants and stick her
tongue in my ear as
Dad hung up his hat.
She stepped away
just as he turned
around.
"He's better than
big," Mom said.
"He's huge. I think
he gets it from me." |
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