It was a hot, muggy Saturday afternoon. Ron had been making his rounds of the Estate tunnels when he chanced upon Steve Ginger and his girlfriend, Lana sitting by the pool unaware that they were being spied upon. Lana was sitting on the floor between Steve's outstretched legs and had his bathing suit pulled down below his knees. His thick, heavy cock jutted out of his groin, hard and ripe as she slowly stroked it. At the same time, with her other hand, she toyed with his scrotum and its two goose egged sized testicles.
Steve had tugged her bikini top down exposing her pert little tits. Leering at her with a silly grin on his face, he watched her tits wiggle and bounce as she tormented his thick, stiff cock.
As Ron looked on, Lana slowly leaned down over Steve's lap and bent his cock down until it was close enough for her to reach it with her lips. Flicking out her tiny, pink tongue, she slowly circled the big rubbery head of his cock, licking and lapping at it like it was a lollipop.
Ron watched on enviously as her pink tongue frolicked around her boyfriend's cockhead. He could only imagine what Steve was feeling as she slowly twirled her tongue around the bloated roundness of Steve's giant purple penishead. With an inane smile on his lips, Steve groaned out his approval.
After several moments of this, she leisurely opened her mouth and with a loud slurp, she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. As her lips slowly slithered down around the thick, pink column of meat, she began to run her hand up and down it harder. Wishing he could trade places with Steve, Ron watched Lana's cheeks hollow as she sucked even harder on Steve's twitching prick.
Suddenly, Steve began to snort and groan as he hunched his cock into her mouth. Ron could see by the way he was carrying on, Steve wouldn't be able to last much longer.
The smile on Steve's face had turned to a grimace as his knuckles whitened from holding onto the chair so hard. It looked like it would only be seconds before Lana would be presented with a mouthful of hot cum if she didn't ease up on the boy...
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Ron caught some movement in the kitchen view port. Turning to see what it was, he saw Helen, Steve's mother in the kitchen. She had just come into the kitchen from the garage with a sack of groceries in her arms. Ron watched as she quietly closed the door between the kitchen and garage. Slipping over to the counter, she set the sack of groceries down on the counter and bent down and slipped off her heels off.
Then she quickly slithered across the kitchen to the door leading out into the recreation room. Taking a quick look around, she slipped through the door. Like a cat stalking a bird, she soundlessly glided across the room to the door leading out to the pool.
What would she do when she saw her son getting a rim job from his girlfriend, Ron wondered as he watched her lean forward to peek around the door.
Ron laughed to himself as Helen's mouth fell open and her eyes bugged out.
Not only could she see Lana sucking on her son, Steve, but she could surely hear Lana slurping loudly on Steve's dick.
Ron watched Helen gasping for breath as she watched on in shock. She seemed to be rooted to the spot as she watched the obscene performance of her son and his girlfriend. Ron could only imagine what was running through her mind as he watched her bountiful bosom began to heave up and down. Ron could see that she was obviously in distress as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was ashen and her whole body was quivering as she gawked at her son and his girlfriend.
Finally, she seemed to regain some of her composure and numbly stumbled back away from the door.
Ron watched her lurch back across the room and into the kitchen.
As she reached the relative safety of the kitchen, she leaned back against the counter and fanned herself with her hands. Ron could see that her forehead was shiny with perspiration. At last, she took a deep breath and slipped her dainty feet back into her heels.
A quick look back at Steve and Lana revealed that the moment of truth was rapidly approaching for Steve as his hips were wildly bouncing up and down.
Unbelievably, Lana had somehow managed to devour most of Steve's eight inches as her head rose and fell with Steve's violently lurching cock.
"Gonna cum. Gonna cum." Ron heard Steve blather out What would Helen do, Ron wondered as he quickly looked back to the kitchen.
As Ron watched her, Helen opened the garage door and taking a step back, she slammed it shut as loudly as she could...
"MY GOD, IT'S MY MOTHER," Steve gasped, jerking back away from Lana.
Gasping in shock, Lana spit out the rock-hard prick and clumsily floundered to her feet. Frantically, her hands flew to her bikini top and jerked it up over her tiny nubs. As she was fumbling with her bikini, Steve was yanking his swim trunks up, trying to hide his bloated cock. After several frantic fumbles, he was finally able to get his trunks pulled up. But even with his swollen cock stuffed back down inside his bathing trunks, the big bulge out jutting out in the front of his suit was too obvious to ignore. Looking around frantically, he grabbed a big bath towel and draped it over his lap.
Glancing down at herself, Lana checked her bikini one last time before she nervously sat down beside Steve...
Then Helen came strolling into the room seemingly oblivious of them.
"OH," Helen jumped, faking surprise at finding them in the room, "I didn't realize you kids were down here. I thought that you would be up watching a movie or something."
Steve and Lana looked up at her innocently.
"Uh, Naw, Uh, we, uh, we were just sitting around talking," Steve stuttered, still recovering from the shock of his near fatal embarrassment. "What are you doing home so early?"
"Ted got called away for the week-end," she frowned. "He had to go to New York and straighten out some deal. I had to take him to the airport, so I thought that I would go ahead and get an early start on the week-end myself."
"So Dad's going to be gone all weekend?"
"He said that he would be back sometime, Monday," she smiled back him, self-consciously, trying not to blush.
She felt strangely exhilarated. Seeing her son's cock had done something to her. She had just never thought of him sexually. And then to suddenly see him fully erect and being sucked on by another woman. She couldn't explain it, but it made her all warm and damp down there where she shouldn't be warm and wet.
"That's too bad," Steve said.
"That means that I have to amuse myself all weekend," Helen laughed sarcastically, "and I think that I'll start right now."
"Where are you going?" Steve asked.
"I think I'll take a little swim," Helen said as she walked toward the stairs. "If you two don't mind if I join you?"
"Sure," Steve responded as Lana nodded in agreement.
Watching his mother traipse up the stairs, he admired the way her wonderfully rounded butt swished from side to side seductively underneath her tight skirt. Damn, he was so fucking horny, he was even getting hot watching his own mother walk up the stairs.
This is ludicrous, she told herself as she purposely swished her hips back and forth seductively. Why am I putting on such a display for my own son?
God, am I sick?
"Wow, that was a close call," Lana whispered when Helen was out of sight.
"It's a good thing that she slammed that door or I would never have heard her."
"Me either," Steve smiled, reaching over and tweaking Lana's nipple through her bikini. "I've got to get into the pool before she comes back down or she'll see how hard you made me."
"I wonder what she would have done if she had caught us," Lana smirked at him as he got up. "You're too big to spank."
"I'm glad we didn't have to find out," he laughed as he dove into the pool.
"It sort of makes me hot thinking about it though," Lana grinned, padding over to the pool and slipping down into the water. "Maybe she would have joined us."
"Hey, that's not nice," Steve scowled, swimming toward her. "Maybe I'd better baptize you, so you won't have such dirty thoughts."
"Oh, really," Lana giggled, splashing wildly as she tried to escape from him. "I read that some boy's have an Oedipus complex."
"A what?"
"An Oedipus complex," she tittered, "that is a thing where boys wish they could make it with their mother."
"Huh?" Steve gulped, blushing brightly.
The thought had never occurred to him.
"And little girls want to do it with their dad, I bet," Steve exclaimed, chasing her, trying to divert attention away from his ruddy red face.
"I never said I didn't, but as long as I have a big dick like yours... " She said, leaving the sentence unfinished.
Steve finally caught her and pushed her head under water.
Just at that precise moment, Ron saw Helen appear at the top of the stairs.
"Why don't you just admit it," Lana sputtered when he finally let her come up for a breath.
"Admit what?" Helen asked as she slowly strode down the stairs.
She was still blushing fiercely, both of them turned and watched her come down the stairs toward them.
Helen could see the bright profusion of embarrassment coloring their cheeks as she walked toward them.
"What secret were you two discussing?" She asked with a knowing smile.
"Oh, uh, Lana, uh, just, uh, wanted me to, uh," Steve faltered his way, trying to think of an excuse he hoped would satisfy his mother, "admit, how much, uh, I, uh, cared for her."
"You shouldn't let that embarrass you," Helen smiled down at them. "I thought it was something really naughty, the way both of you were blushing and carrying on."
Had they been talking about finishing what she had interrupted, she wondered, feeling another rush of perverse excitement wash over her.
Then, stopping by the pool, she slowly peeled her bathrobe off and tossed it down on one of the chaise lounges.
She was crazy. She had chosen her most revealing bikini and now she was putting on a licentious show for her son and his girlfriend.
She smiled down at Steve and Lana as they gawked up at her from the pool.
Ron thought Steve was stupid if he hadn't wanted to make it with his mom.
She was gorgeous. She had it all; big beautiful breasts; tiny waist; long luscious legs; a face that would look at home on any fashion magazine cover.
Ron wondered why all the women in the estate were beautiful. How had his grandfather been able to insure his voyeuristic targets were such perfect specimens of femaledom?
Helen's tiny bikini top concealed little of her titanic breasts. The tiny scraps of thin material were clinging to her like a second skin, covering only the jutting tips of the gigantic mounds of flesh. While her areolas were covered by the thin material, the raised cup of textured flesh was obvious as it swelled out underneath the material. But even more prominent were the big rubbery knobs of her nipples that jutted out against the material almost indecently.
Ron was amazed that Steve could control himself in the presence of such beauty, But it was obvious that Lana was looking on with evident jealousy.
Below Helen's gargantuan breasts, her belly pouted out the slightest bit, but even that flaw only enhanced the perfection of the rest of her body.
The tiny bikini bottom failed miserably in its attempt to hide her charms from the view of her son. As she turned and walked over to the pool, her bikini bottom seemed to materialize out of the crack of her ass and sweep up over her magnificent hips, leaving both exquisite cheeks of her ass bare.
Then it dove down in front to barely conceal the swell of her mons. It took little imagination to fill in the voids covered by the hints of cloth. And all that beauty was perched atop two of the most sculpturesque legs, Ron had ever seen. They looked as if they had been carved from alabaster as she arched her feet, flexing the muscles into a wondrous display of curves.
Just watching her made Ron's impressive warrior as hard as a rock.
"Ahhhh, the water's just right," she smiled as she dipped her toe into it.
Then, she quickly dove into the pool. Her perfect form cleanly split the water barely causing a ripple in the water. With one quick stroke, she dove under the water and swam toward Lana and Steve. Nearing them, she slowed herself and headed up toward the surface. As she neared the surface, her hand swept out and accidentally brushed against her son's cock.
As they touched, a jolt of electricity shot through both of them. He splashed back away as quickly as he could and she jerked her hand away from him as if she had been electrocuted. She wasn't surprised to find out that his penis was still hard and swollen.
Why had she done that, she asked herself. She couldn't believe she had done it. Was she fucking stupid, she berated herself as her fingers were still stinging from the sparks that had flown when she had touched him.
"OH, I'm sorry," she flushed as she finally splashed to the surface, "Did I hurt you?"
"OH NO, uh, you, just, uh, startled me," Steve blushed, swimming back away from her on his back. As he did, his cock stuck up under his suit like the sail on a boat. Furiously kicking, he tried to churn up the water to hide his male deformity with little success. He kicked once again and let his legs drop to the bottom of the pool, finally hiding his raging hard-on under the water.
Until today, she had never really thought of her son in a sexual context.
Now, suddenly right before her eyes he had grown into manhood, Helen thought as she turned and rolled over onto her back, floating away from them.
Floating along with her gorgeous breasts jutting up out of her water, Helen slowly moved away from Lana and Steve. They seemed confused and flustered as they nervously treaded water, not knowing exactly what to do.
The pool seemed to steam with excitement as Ron waited for something to happen.
At last Steve swam over to the edge of the pool near the towels and quickly hoisted himself up out of the water. Hurriedly grabbing a towel, he wrapped it around his waist, hiding the highly evident stiffness of his penis.
"Lana, don't you think it's about time we left," he grinned fidgeting with the towel.
"Yeah, I think so," she agreed, swimming over to the edge of the pool.
"I've still got to get dressed and you know how long that takes me."
Reaching down, Steve helped her out of the pool while Helen floated toward them.
"What time will you be back?" she asked Steve.
"It'll be late," he said, trying to keep his eyes off her beautiful breasts jutting up out of the water.
"We're going to a movie and it doesn't start until 8:30 and then we going to get a bite to eat after the movie. So don't wait up for me."
"Well, you both be careful and I'll see you tomorrow," Helen smiled, floating away from them with her mountainous tits proudly plowing through the water leaving twin wakes behind them.
Lazily watching them as they flew up the stairs, she floated on her back until she saw them coming back down. Steve was now wearing a big bulky pair of shorts that easily covered any remnants of his erection.
"You kids have fun," she told them as she stepped up out of the pool.
The water coursed down her body, following the wonderful curves and arcs of her body as she reached down for a towel. Not knowing why, she felt a compunction to display herself to her son. She brazenly ran the towel over her body, fondling and caressing it for his benefit. Her actions weren't lost on him either as it was all he could do to keep from tripping over his feet as stumbled along watching her.
"Uh, Bye, Mom, I'll, uh, see you later," he faltered before he was tugged off by Lana.
"I Love you," she told him as he disappeared into the kitchen, trailing behind Lana.
She stood listening until she heard their car start up and move out of the garage. Draping the wet towel over her shoulder, she slowly unfastened her bikini top and let it slip off her big, heavy breasts. Then bending over, she quickly slipped off her bikini bottom as her giant breasts jiggled and quivered. Standing by the pool naked, she smiled and slowly turned toward the stairs. Sadly alone, she padded over to the stairs and started up them.
Watching her breasts as they frolicked about heavily with each step, she decided to have a little self indulgent fun.
Inside her bedroom, she tossed the towel aside and quickly stepped into the shower. She luxuriated in the feel of the hot water splashing onto her as Ron watched intensely as she slowly soaped every nook and cranny of her body. He noticed that her fingers paid particular attention to her still swollen nipples, teasing and tweaking them roughly. After several moments of this, her hand slowly slipped back down between her legs.
Ron felt his prick lurch as he saw her slip first one, then two, then three fingers up into herself. Then as she slowly began to finger-fuck herself, she began to diddle with her clitoris with her other hand. It was almost more that Ron could stand as he watched her finger-fuck herself.
Finally, Helen reluctantly withdrew her fingers from her pussy and licked the pungent juice off them before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. Why did Ted have to be gone tonight of all nights? She was hot and in need of a man. Especially after what she had witnessed earlier. She still couldn't get the image of her son's thick, hard cock out of her mind as she slowly towed herself off.
"Should I or should I not?" Ron heard her ask aloud.
Who was she talking to? Looking around the room, he knew there was no one else there.
"I think I will," she laughed out loud to herself bending over and pulling open a drawer of her dresser.
"I just love the feel of hose and a nice, silky teddy on my skin," she said, pulling out a pair of white, stay-up stockings and a tiny, little matching teddy.
Sitting down on her bed, she quickly pulled them on and stood up to admire herself in the mirror.
"God, you are a sexy wench," she laughed, fondling her big, dangling breasts.
At last she strolled over to the nightstand by the giant bed. Patting off the last drops of water, she tossed the towel over her shoulder and reached down to the nightstand. Ron watched with excitement as she pulled out a vibrator, a big pink dildo and a VCR cassette.
Smiling to herself, she padded out of the bedroom. Well, if there isn't a man around, I will just have to take care of my problem myself, she told herself as she plodded down the hall to the upstairs recreation room.
It was almost obscene the way her huge tits bounced and bobbled in cadence with her steps as she walked down the hallway, Ron thought.
Turning into the recreation room, she purposefully strolled over to the VCR.
Bending down, her wonderful tits swaying below her and her delectable ass waving in the air, she quickly slipped the cassette into VCR. Turning on the television, she waited a few seconds until the giant TV screen came to life. Stepping back away from the screen that was filled with a giant eighteen inch dick slicing in and out of a wet, stretched pussy, she backed over to the couch.
While the larger-than-life lovers cavorted on the screen, Helen watched them for a few moments as she pitched the vibrator and dildo down and spread out the towel. Sitting down, she leaned back and toyed with her big rubbery nipples as she watched the couple making love. Soon, her nipples were so sensitive, she had to stop. Cupping her big heavy breasts, she gently massaged the firm, pliant flesh for a few moments before she slowly ran her hand over her stomach.
Ron watched on with anticipation as her legs parted and her hand slowly stole down between her soft, stocking-encased thighs.
She delicately ran her fingers through the kinky hair jutting out at the base of her pouty little tummy for a few moments before she moved a finger down onto her tingling clitoris.
Her excitement was evident as Ron could see the light glistening off of the wetness oozing out of the deep, wet opening in the center of the thick, meaty opening of her vagina. Just watching her made Ron so hot, he took his dick out and began stroking it.
Unaware of her admirer, Helen moved her finger away from her clitoris and dipped it down into the growing pool of sap between her legs. She slowly ran her finger up and down the dripping slit, roughly scraping her clitoris as she did and it was only moments before her fingers were coated with her steamy broth. Almost mirroring her actions, Ron slid his hand up and down his giant prick as he watched her roughly rubbing herself. He could see the muscles in her stomach tightening and sensed she was nearing an orgasm.
Then she moved her hand away from her steaming cunt.
Letting herself cool down, Helen watched the young lady on TV try to swallow all eighteen inches of her lover's cock. She saw that she could only take about half of the gargantuan cylinder into her mouth before she began to gag and let it slide back out of her mouth. As she watched the girl devour the giant prick, her thoughts returned to Steve and Lana. Her son's penis was definitely not in the same category as the one on the screen, but it was certainly man-sized. It must have been eight or nine inches long, she remembered. It was hard to fathom her son with a man's penis as she suddenly felt her clitoris begin to tingle and itch with excitement.
What had happened to her? Was she going crazy? It was horrible to be thinking about her son while she diddled herself.
Not taking her eyes off the screen, she half imagined that it was her son's cock on the screen. With a lurch, she began to feel around on the couch until she found the big pink dildo. Picking it up, she hurriedly slipped it down into her inflamed womanhood. Jabbing the giant pink dildo between the big fleshy lips of her cunt, she groaned out in pleasure as she felt the round pink head of the dildo slide into her gaping gulch. Mewing with pleasure, she continued to slide the fake prick into herself until she had at least eight inches of the rubbery shaft up inside her hot, clutching pussy.
Then disgustingly, she began to work it in and out of her tortured cunt as she imagined that it was her son's big, hard cock sliding in and out of her . Horrified at the wickedness of her thoughts, she tried to rid her mind of such evil images by turning her attention back to the TV. Unfortunately, the couple on the screen had finished fucking and the feature was ending.
As she watched, the second movie on the tape was just beginning. Slowly sliding the fake prick in and out of her burning cunt, she watched as a car slowly wound its way up a picturesque mountain road. Inside it, a man and woman chatted about their upcoming week-end in their cabin. But even as she watched, she found herself once again fantasizing about her son.
All at once, out of the corner of his eye, Ron saw someone coming up the stairs.
It was Steve!
Ron hadn't heard him come into the house and he was sure that the television was so loud that Helen hadn't heard him either.
Ron watched on with eager anticipation as Steve stopped at the top of the stairs and listened for a few seconds before turning and heading down the hall toward the recreation room. Stopping outside the door, he peeked inside. Since his mother was lying on the couch, Steve couldn't see her so he stood by the door watching the movie with a puzzled look on his face.
Suddenly Steve realized it was a porno flick when the girl on the screen grabbed the guy's crotch. Ron could only imagine what was going on in his mind as he watched the boy quietly creep over peer down over the back of the couch.
His mouth dropped open and his eyes bugged out when he saw his beautiful mother sprawled out on the couch fucking herself with the big pink dildo.
"MY GAWD, MOTHER, WHAT IN THE... ," he gasped unable to stop himself from gawking down at her.
"OH MY GOODNESS!" Helen shrieked, jerking the dildo out of her sopping cunt and looking about frantically for something to cover herself with. She didn't see anything close by, so she frenetically pulled the towel out from underneath her and spread it over herself.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING BACK HOME?" she finally gasped.
"Oh, I don't, uh, what, I, uh," Steve stammered, unable to take his eyes off the weeping gash between his mother's legs that still uncovered by the towel.
"I thought you were going out with Lana," Helen blushed blood red, slapping her legs together and swinging her feet down to the floor to hide her gaping womanhood from his piercing stare.
He didn't answer her as he continued to gape at her.
"WELL... ?" she asked again, waiting for a response for his uncooperative lips. She could hardly believe that only seconds before she had been imagining how it would feel to have his cock inside her. And now she was wishing he was somewhere else, not standing in front of her staring down at her scantily clad body.
"Her, uh, mother, uh, was sick so, uh, Lana had to stay home," Steve stuttered, realizing that his prick was as hard as a rock. It was so hard and primed, it felt like it was going to go off on its own any second.
Then he saw his mother glance down at his crotch.
"Well, I'm sorry that you saw me like this," she apologized, trying to keep her eyes off his crotch but failing as she sneaked another peek at his painfully visible hardness. "But I'm a woman with needs and wants, too, you know."
"I'm sorry that I burst in on you without knocking," Steve gulped, moving his hands over his groin to shield the swollen bulge from his mother's insistent eyes.
Suddenly Steve felt a sharp pain lance through his balls. It felt like someone had stuck a knife into them. He had never felt such pain and it was getting worse. Before he knew it, it felt like a hot poker had been shoved up his ass and was coming out through his penis. He felt like he was going to pass out. He knew that he if he didn't do something to stop the pain, he would pass out.
"I'M SORRY," he gasped, holding himself in obvious pain as he backed away from his mother, "I HAVE TO GO TO MY ROOM... "
Turning and stumbling out of the room, he could barely walk because of the pain bombarding his balls. He finally made it to his room and threw open his door. Lurching inside, he slammed the door behind him and dove for his bed. The springs squealed out in protest as he landed on the bed and jerked his pants down around his ankles.
"Aieeeeeee," he screeched as he grabbed hold of his tormented prick as another jolt of excruciating pain shot through it. His balls were aching and they felt like they were going to explode at any second. Suddenly the picture of his mother lying almost naked on the couch flashed through his mind and the pain in his cock became unbearable. He had to relieve the pressure that was rapidly growing inside of his balls. Suddenly, he began jack off. He had to stop the burning pain that was threatening to consume his cock. Either that or go crazy from the pain...
When Steve had stumbled out of the recreation room, he had left his mother in a sitting there in a daze. It felt like her brain had stopped working for a while.
She was still in a state of shock, but now a part of her brain was telling her that she had to go to Steve and explain to him somehow. Explain that she was a woman, with womanly needs.
But her legs didn't want to work.
Finally, she was able to struggle to her feet and wrap the towel around her.
Hurrying down the hall, she came to the realization, that she didn't know what she was going to tell him because she wasn't sure she understood it all herself. It would come, she thought, she would know what to say when she reached his room. It just had to because she wanted him to know that he hadn't done anything wrong.
Then, she was outside his door. Not knowing what else to do, she reached for the door knob. Twisting the knob, she opened the door and started to step inside.
"Steve, I wanted you to... OH MY GOD... I'M SOOOOO SORRY," she wailed, realizing her mistake.
Steve couldn't believe that she had burst into his room without knocking.
Trying to hide his erection from her, Steve painfully rolled over on his belly, burying it underneath his belly.
Standing in the doorway with her face burning with horrific shame, Helen felt like her feet were nailed to the floor. She couldn't move, but, even in her state of bewilderment, she felt an unholy warmth spread out from her palpitating cunt. She couldn't believe this had happened as stared at her son's bare buttocks. The ember of desire inside of her pussy suddenly flamed up as she felt a wicked desire flare up inside her brain.
"GOD, MOTHER, PLEASE LEAVE!" Steve blurted out, tears streaming down his face as he saw her still standing in the doorway.
Finally, she knew that she must go to him. Comfort him. Make him understand she hadn't meant to hurt him.
Abruptly, she found herself moving toward him. Like a condemned prisoner being led to the gallows, she followed her fatal destiny until she found herself standing by his bed looking down at him.
"I'm sorry that I embarrassed you," she murmured, sitting down beside him and moving her hand over to his bare buttocks.
She could feel the taut muscles in his ass quivering as she gently ran her fingers over the rigid hardness of his clenched muscles. Then all at once, she felt goose-bumps the size of chicken eggs pop up on him.
"Oh, God, Mother, IT HURTS SO BAD," Steve blurted out into the pillow where he had his face buried. "It hurts so bad, I can't stand it."
"What, Baby?" She gushed, "What hurts?"
"My, my penis," he groaned.
So that was it, she realized. She had stopped him from finishing once and then he had seen her playing with herself. He must be in pain from holding it in for so long.
"Turn over and Mommy will make it stop hurting," she quietly whispered to him, reaching down and pushing on him, urging him roll over onto his back.
As he rolled over, his big, thick, throbbing cock sprang upright like a slab of granite. It was twitching and jerking wildly as she stared down at it.
It looked like it would go off all by itself any second, she thought.
Steve was in agony as spasms of white hot pain pulsed up from his scrotum through his cock.
Turning away from his cock for a moment, Helen could see the anguish in her son's face as tears coursed down his cheeks. She had never seen a cock so hard. And every time another sob wracked his body, it shook his belly and cock. She hated to see him in such pain. And there was only one way to stop it. He was her son and she had to stop the pain. But her maternal instincts were manifesting themselves in a most unmotherly manner as the need to relieve his pain was becoming blurred and coalescing with a sexual craving for him.
She tried to tell herself that it was only to stop the pain as she tenderly wrapped her hand around his gigantic, throbbing hardness. But down inside her heart of hearts, she felt a wicked and perverse excitement.
As her fingers closed around the throbbing, palpitating barrel of his cock, she heard him cry out in pain.
She could finish him with her hand, she thought, as she quickly ran her hand up and down the rock hardness of his twitching malehood. But the evil hunger filling her mind wanted more.
Smiling wickedly, she quickly bent down over his jutting monstrosity and gluttonously sucked it into her mouth.
Steve felt like he was having a heart attack as he felt her soft, hot lips encircle his burning penis.
"OHMYGOD!" he groaned out in agony and disbelief as he felt her mouth descend down around his throbbing penis.
Frantically, she pushed her mouth down on him, consuming almost half of his over-sized penis in one fell gulp. Then, as she held his quivering cock inside her mouth, she felt it ballooning out. The impending eruption was fast approaching.
"OH... FUCK... MY... GAWD... FUCK... JESUS... CHRIST... FUCK... AWWWWWW" Steve bellowed out as he felt her hot, soft lips dip down even farther on his tortured cock.
Her hot, sucking mouth hungrily pulled at his primed prick and sent him skittering over the edge.
Suddenly, his hips lunged upward impaling her on his massive cock as he thrust himself up at her. As he did, he felt of his tortured cockhead slide through her mouth and stab up into her throat...
He was mortified that he had driven his cock into his mother's throat, but when she took all of him without a murmur of protest or gagging, he lost everything.
But at the moment she felt his cock begin to twitch and jerk in ejaculatory release, she jerked her head up, pulling away from him until she felt his bloated cockhead pop out of her throat. She wanted him to feel her sucking on him. She wanted him to feel her take his creamy load into her mouth and swallow it. She wanted to taste his sperm enriched syrup... Taste her son's potent semen. She wanted him to feel her sucking on him. She wanted to bring him pleasure and relief with her mouth. And she wanted to savor the flavor his hot cum. To know the taste of his sex. To take pleasure from consuming all of his ejaculate.
Sucking and pulling on his steel-hard cock with her mouth, she squeezed and fondled his big hard balls with her hands, coaxing him to empty himself into her. As his cock lurched in her mouth, It felt like every muscle in his body had convulsed.
Finally the liquid agony spewed out of his cock in a gusher so big it quickly filled her mouth to overflowing. Great gobs of her son's virulent poison poured out into her mouth and then began to ooze out around his pulsating prick and trickle down her chin as she sucked on him. She had never in her whole life seen so much cum. It felt like he was spurting out quarts and quarts of his creamy, hot cum into her mouth.
Then before she could swallow all of the first stream of thick, hot cum, a second eruption came spewing out and quickly refilled her mouth with thick, potent boycream once again. Like a Roman Candle of the fourth of July, his cock began to spit out spurt after spurt of cum. She couldn't keep up with the eruptions taking place inside her mouth as more and more of his frothy cream spewed out into her mouth. Sucking as hard as she could, she still couldn't swallow all of it as another stream of escaping cum poured out around his cock, splashing down onto his belly. His exploding penis never gave her time to catch up as she felt his jerking mancock erupt inside her mouth over and over again. The inside of her mouth was literally drenched in gummy, clinging semen as she continued to suck on him...
It just kept on coming out in thick, hot gobs as it spewed out into her mouth.
The overflow of his creamy white cum pouring down his cock was so profuse, it looked like more of his cum running down his cock than she was swallowing. And she felt she had already swallowed a whole quart of his salty cream.
She imagined she looked like a greedy little girl sucking on a giant purple ice cream cone that was melting and leaking a stream of the gooey white cream down her chin and onto his hairy crotch.
Finally, just when it seemed to her like it would never stop, his sobs began to let up as she felt the intensity of his ejaculations begin to wane. She knew that he had already fired ten or eleven volleys into her mouth and she had begun to think he had an endless supply of cum.
But at last, with one final twitch, his cock stopped firing and his hips fell back to the bed.
Keeping her lips locked around his bloated prickhead, she tenderly gave it one last little suck before letting it pop out of her cum-coated mouth.
Never before had she seen a man spill so much love-milk, she thought to herself as she slowly lifted her head.
As she raised her head, she could feel the thick coating of thick, gelatinous overflow covering her lips and chin.
"Oh, my precious little Baby," she murmured softly, as she ran her tongue around her lips, lapping at the foamy froth. "I see why you were in so much pain. I didn't think you would ever stop coming."
"I thought my, uh, uh, you know, uh," Steve stammered, blushing fiercely.
The true realization of what had happened was still lost on him as he groggily reached down and gingerly touched his deflated penis.
"It never hurt like that before," he mumbled on foolishly. "I thought it was going to pop or something. Seeing you, uh, like you, uh, were, uh, on the couch, made it feel like somebody stuck a knife into me down there."
"I wish this hadn't happened. It's was so wrong. But it happened and now we have to live with it," Helen told him, getting to her feet. "Wait here, I'll be right back."
Steve watched his mother as she walked out of the room. Reaching down to his cum soaked groin, he poked his fingers into the soppy mess and rubbed his expended jism between his finger and thumb. Maybe he had just dreamt it. Surely nothing as wildly improbable as this could have happened. It just couldn't. Not with his beautiful, sweet mother. She wouldn't do anything so wicked.
But as the reality of it all dawned on him, he suddenly he broke out in a cold sweat. He had just come in his mother's mouth. His mother. In her mouth. God, he was going to die from the pure mortification. How could he have done such a horrible thing. And to his own mother. His beautiful, wonderful mother and he had betrayed her.
Then he heard her returning.
Reality was setting in on him as he felt his face burning with shame.
Not knowing what to expect, he braced himself for the shock of seeing her now that he had defiled her and destroyed their sacred bond.
Fearfully, he waited for her to reappear.
When she did, Steve found himself even more bewildered as she stepped back into his room.
She seemed to effortlessly float toward him like in a dream. As she came toward him, he saw that she had discarded her towel and now wore a sheer, blue nightgown that covered her from her neck down to her ankles, but it was so thin and transparent it only served to emphasize her near nakedness rather than cover it up.
What was she trying to do to him, he wondered unable to stop himself from staring at her big, lovely breasts, bouncing and wobbling heavily underneath the thin transparency of her gown. Even in the dim light of his room, Steve could easily see that she was still wore her teddy and hose underneath the gown. He could even see the dark triangle of her pubic hair contrasting starkly with the soft tan of her skin. Finally she stopped at his bed and stood staring down at him lovingly.
Then she slowly sat down on the edge of his bed.
He almost flinched when, without any warning, she reached over to his flaccid penis and gently lifted it.
Steve lay in a state of shock as his mother gently began to run the washcloth over his cock and belly wiping away the thick, gooey gobs of cum.
Looking on in disbelief and shock, he blushed even more brightly.
"You have such a beautiful penis," she murmured as she gently wiped away the sticky coating of cum, "I know that I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't leave you in such a mess."
Not knowing what to say, Steve lay back watching his mother clean up the mess they had made together.
Then Ron heard her unleash the atomic bomb.
"I accidentally saw you and Lana this morning when I came back from the grocery," she blushed, unconsciously sliding the washcloth up and down his prick. "I shouldn't have looked, but I did. Then I couldn't stop thinking about it all day. So when you left, I needed to... , I needed to ... I had to do something to make me stop thinking about you...
and that's when you came in and caught me doing those things to myself."
As she spoke, she felt her son's penis lurch in her hand.
"I realize that I should never have done what I did, but I hated to see you in so much pain," she mumbled softly.
"And now we can't make out like it never happened."
Steve couldn't ignore her nearness. He could smell the soft, wafting bouquet of her perfume and feel the warmth of her body as it brushed up against him. While her nearness was intoxicating and sinfully exciting, the feel of her hot fingers on his cock was quickly bringing it back to life.
What was happening to him? Was she trying to make him hard on purpose? His head was buzzing in confusion. It was all just too crazy to comprehend.
Whatever, it was, he was definitely getting hard again. Even that was crazy. It usually took him a day or two to want to cum again after he had jacked off or had sex with Lana, but now only minutes later and he was getting hard again.
He had never felt so excited by anything in his whole life. And all she was doing was touching his penis.
But what would she say when she saw he was getting hard again? Would she get mad? But there was nothing he could do to stop it. His brain was rapidly becoming a bowl of mush as he lay there not knowing what to do or not to do...
"I'm afraid that it is impossible to undo it," she went on, seeming to ignore his rapidly growing cock.
As Steve waited on apprehensively, she laid the washcloth down on his belly and gently wrapped her warm hand around his growing pillar of meat.
"I can't believe how big you are," she murmured, "Why it seems like only yesterday that you were a baby and it was no bigger than my little finger."
Watching his penis swell and grow, she didn't know what to feel. She felt a strange numbness spreading over her mind as she lovingly fondled his hardening manthing. She loved him more than life itself, but this was the wrong way to express that love. No matter how badly she wanted to show him how much she loved him.
Just thinking about him, she tried to ignore the growing heat in the pit of her belly. She couldn't be wanting him. She just couldn't. Sons and mothers just didn't do that kind of thing. It was wrong. But, still no matter how much she tried to deny it, the burning itch was getting hotter and hotter.
A part of her wanted share this new feeling with him; this new feeling of desire and need; to let it fill that lonely void inside of her; to have him fill her with his hardness; for her to accept him into her as a man; but...
Another part of her was so repulsed by the thought of it happening, she was almost in tears. She was devastated that she had destroyed their loving mother/son relationship and pained by the fact that it could never be regained. Never ever could it be like it was before...
But while that special bond had been severed, she felt a deep need to create a new covenant between them. One forged in a fire of a different kind; out of another kind of love for each other...
As she sat, looking down at the boy/man, holding his man-sized penis in her hand, she knew that this was a moment of decision that would haunt her the rest of her life. It all came down to this. So simple, yet so complex. Go or stay. Which would it be?
She wanted her son's respect, too. Could she expect to keep that if she let him make love to her? Maybe she could make him fall in love with her in this new way. Then he would respect her out of his love for her and not simply because she was his mother.
Whatever, she realized that she had already decided which path to go down!
It would be a treacherous and dangerous journey, but she was willing to chance the dangers for the pleasures she hoped she would reap.
But as much as she wanted it, she knew that she must get her son to accept a certain amount responsibility for what they were about to do. He must be able to carry his load of the burden she was preparing to foist upon him.
Could she trust him to do that?
"What should we do?," she asked, looking deep into his eyes.
"What? What do you mean?" he stuttered, not knowing what turmoil she was going through.
"Do we dare risk going any further. We can stop now and call it all a monstrous mistake that we shouldn't have made and try to forget it or... "
What was she saying, he wondered. What did she mean risk going any further?
Suddenly, like a slap in the face, it came to him. Was she really asking him what he thought she was?
"I don't understand, Mother," he said wanting it to be perfectly clear before he acted on his assumption.
Steve watched her look down to his swollen penis. He felt her gently squeeze him.
She didn't speak for the longest time. Then she looked back into his eyes.
"Do you want to make love to me?" she whispered softly, staring into his eyes.
She already knew the answer, but it was reaffirmed when she felt his cock nearly jump out of her hand. She knew in the final analysis, it was she who had to make the choice. She who possessed the lock that secured their future. He had the key. But it was her choice. She could let him put his key into her lock and open their new life as lovers, or she must turn him away. She already knew the answer...
Why was she playing this charade? Why was she stalling? She knew the struggle was over. But had they won? Or Lost?
"I just hope this doesn't destroy us."
"Mother, I love you... " He groaned as he felt her release his cock.
Reluctantly releasing her hold on his lovewand, she slowly began to unbutton his shirt and then stopped, leaned down and looked deep into his eyes.
"Can you still treat me like your mother in front of others?"
"Yes, yes. I'll do anything."
"You're not just saying this are you, because if we become lovers, I need to know that you can handle it. Can you?"
"I don't know, mother," he groaned, "I can't see into the future, but I promise to try my hardest. I promise to try but that is all I can promise you. I'm sorry if it isn't enough."
"You will probably become jealous of your father," she told him, peeling back his shirt. "He and I will still make love, too, you know. Will that bother you?"
"I don't know, Mother, I don't know, right now," Steve wailed softly, his voice trembling with emotion, "If you can share yourself with both of us, I will have to share you with him, too. I don't have any other choice, do I?
Not if I want you."
"I won't be able to stand it if you mope around wanting to make love to me all the time. You must keep going out with girls just like you do now. It will be our little secret that we can't share with anyone else, ever. Okay?
"I promise," Steve told her, as she slowly eased his shirt back over his muscular shoulders.
"I feel like a virgin schoolgirl on my first date," she shivered, moving down to his pants that were wrapped around his ankles.
Lifting his legs, she quickly slipped his pants off, shucking his socks as she went. Tossing them aside, she gracefully stood up and extended her hands down to him.
"Come, my lover, let's take a quick shower," she beamed, hurriedly sitting down and peeling her hose off. "Then we can spend the rest of the night making love."
"I can hardly wait to feel you inside of me," she crooned as she looked up into his eyes.
Smiling down at her, Steve reached down and pulled her up. With a crooked smile on his mouth, he reached out and tenderly stripped her filmy gown back over her shoulders, letting it slowly flutter to the floor. Then, adoringly, he slowly moved his hands down from her shoulders and traced the outline of her gigantic sloping tits with his fingers. Leaning toward her, he mashed his lips against hers and sent his tongue knifing into her mouth hungrily. He gently lifted her big, heavy breasts in his hands as he lovingly kissed her.
As their mouths locked together, he slowly untied the lacy teddy and let it drop to the floor. Then his fingers came back up to her breasts and began to knead and toy with the supple, pliant flesh of her breasts, searching for her rock-hard nipples. Finding them, he coarsely tweaked and pinched the big, hard knobs as her breasts trembled under his fingers.
Kissing him back, she wrapped her arms around him and grabbed hold of his butt. Pulling him to her, she could feel his hot, rigid hardness pressing into her belly. The feel of his gigantic mancock against her belly made her long to have him buried deep in her aching pussy.
Finally releasing his buttocks, she pushed back away from him, tearing their mouths apart.
"Oh, Lord," she gasped as she brushed his hands away from her tingling breasts and tried to catch her breath. "Let's get in the shower or we'll be down on the floor doing it right here."
"That's okay with me," Steve groaned, making another feeble grab at her big drooping breasts, "You are SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL, I just want to touch you and feel you all over."
expect to do it control them in front of others."
"Okay, I'll try harder," Steve gulped, dropping his hands back down to his side.
"Okay," Helen laughed nervously.
Then smiling naughtily, she reached over and grabbed his jutting prick.
Using it like a handle, she tugged him into the bathroom.
Sliding open the shower door, she quickly turned on the water full force.
Then, as she leaned into the shower to adjust the water temperature, she felt Steve run his hands down her back and gently cup the cheeks of her ass in his powerful hands.
Finally, the water was hot enough and she reached back and pushed his hands away from her. Stepping inside the small shower cubicle, she barely had time to turn around before she was beside her. The cramped space made movement difficult as the hot, stinging water cascaded down over them, quickly turning their skin red with its heat.
Forced up against Steve in the small space, Helen's big drooping tits were mashed flat against his chest.
She could feel his hardness poking down between her thighs as she hurriedly soaped up a washcloth. Her need to have him inside her gave her hands an urgency as she quickly ran the soapy washcloth over his body. Within moments she was finished washing him even though she had seemed to tarry forever with his jutting, stiff cock.
Smiling wickedly, she handed him the washcloth and dropped her hand back down to his swollen manhood, fondling it lovingly as she waited for him to wash her.
Wrapping the washcloth around his hand, Steve quickly ran it over her giant breasts, intimately caressing and soaping the big, soft udders. Trying not to tarry too long with her soft, wonderful breasts, he had to force himself to move his hand away from the pink mountains and down over her flat stomach. Hesitantly poking the washcloth between her legs, he tenderly rubbed the washcloth over the limp, fleshy folds of her cunt lips as she spread her legs for him. Tenderly, he slowly ran the cloth over the entrance to her sexuality. His mind was in a whirl as he washed her most secret of secret places. Finally, with a shudder, he had to make his hand move away from her pussy and down her long graceful legs.
Helen continued to toy with his jutting cock as his hands flew back up her legs around behind her to her back and finally down the crack of her ass.
At last, Steve tossed the washcloth down and clumsily turned around to let the water wash away the soap off his back.
Grappling with each other for several moments, they tried to shuffle around so Helen could do the same. After bumping and banging against each other for the longest time, they finally gave up.
"This isn't going to work," she mumbled, "I'll get out and let you rinse and then I can rinse."
"Okay," Steve groaned, reluctantly releasing her and as she stepped out of the shower.
Quickly, he rinsed off and stepped out of the shower letting her hurriedly step back into the shower.
Steve was still in a state of mild shock as he stared into the shower at the beautiful body of his mother as she rinsed. With open adoration, he watched her big, heavy breasts wiggling and bobbling with every move she made. He still couldn't believe that it was really happening.
Finally, she smiled at him and stepped out of the shower. Handing her a towel, he watched as she ran it over her body.
Then after she dried off, beaming like a child on Christmas morning, Helen tossed her towel onto the floor and quickly danced back out into his bedroom.
Gawking in disbelief, Steve knew that if she had seen him toss a wet towel on the floor any other time, she would have been all over his case. Gaining confidence in his new role as her lover, he recklessly pitched his towel down on the floor and followed her out of the bathroom to find her already standing by his bed. With his eyes locked on her wondrous breasts, he hurried across the room toward her.
"Oh, I need you," Helen whispered loudly as she crawled onto the bed and rolled over on her back. He felt his cock jerk with anticipation as he watched her spread her long, tan legs wide open for him.
"Please put it in me," she moaned.
"My God, you're so fucking beautiful," Steve groaned, crawling up between her widespread legs and staring down at the delicious gaping pink gash beckoning to him.
Standing on his hands and knees above her, he watched on dumfounded as she reached up and took hold of his throbbing, bouncing cock.
He nearly came just watching her pull his hardness down toward the gaping wetness between her legs with one hand as he felt her grab hold of his butt with her other hand.
Hoping she wouldn't faint when he put his gorgeous cock in her, she guided its huge, bulbous head down to her dripping slit. Fumbling like a virgin on her first date, she clumsily fitted the great, round cockhead into the slippery, wet entrance of her secret place. Now the giant mushroom tipped weapon was poised at the portal of a place it should never venture. The dreadful intruder was about to desecrate her sacred motherdom and she could hardly wait as the stark realization of what was about to happen washed over her. Knowing that they were on the verge of committing a depravity of horrible significance, she paused for one long, shameful moment. Then, knowing full well that she was committing a horrendous transgression against man and womankind, she dug her fingernails into his butt and pulled him down into her.
Suddenly, she cried out, her voice filled with anguish and pleasure as she felt the huge, roundness of her son's giant cockhead slither down into her.
Steve had waited patiently as she paused with his cockhead resting on her pussy, but the instant he felt her soft, meaty cunt slowly envelop his tingling dickhead, he was unable to stop himself from driving his cock into her in one mighty lunge.
"OH, MY, FUCKING LORD," Helen blathered out as she felt her son's thick, fat cock plow down into the wet, aching depths of her slavering cunt.
Deeper and deeper it plunged into her garden of forbidden delights until with a sick wet slap of flesh smacking against flesh, his hairy belly slapped against her crinkled forest of soft pubic hair.
She loved the feel of his huge cock filling her cunt. It fitted inside her perfectly. But the feeling only lasted a moment before she felt his thick cock retreat back the entire length of her sopping love-chute. Then just when she thought he was going to pull it out, he sent it ripping back into her exposed vulnerability without a moment's hesitation. Grunting, she felt his rock hard stomach slap down on her belly again as he ground his dick into her womanhood even deeper than the first deep, hard thrust.
"OH, IT FEELS... SO... UH... GOOOOOOODDDD!!!!" Steve gasped as he began to pound his cock in and out of her slippery cunt. "OH, GOD, MOOTTHHEERR."
Helen's arms encircled her son's muscular shoulders, holding his chest crushed up against her flattened breasts as his hips slashed up and down wildly.
As his powerful hips rose and fell, he drove his petrified hardness deep into her soft wetness over and over and over.
Digging her long, sharp fingernails into his shoulders, she goaded him to fuck her even harder. In her mind, he was no longer her son. He had become her one and only soulmate and lover as he pounded his cock into her harder and harder.
Wanting to give herself to him completely, she jerked her long, curvaceous legs up into the air and wrapped them around him his waist. Now she was totally exposed to his mammoth cock as it knifed into her repeatedly. Each time his big, thick prod began to slice back down into the saturated tunnel of her meaty cunt, she dug her heels into his pistoning butt, urging him to shove his meaty column into her harder and deeper.
After a few minutes of feverish fucking, she could hear her son's breath coming in gasps as tried to suck in enough oxygen to recharge his lungs and maintain the devastating pace of his frenzied onslaught. She also felt her own breathing growing more erratic and heavy as she felt her son's thundering prick driving her closer and closer to a stupendous climax.
Still he attacked her with his monstrous peter. The savagery of his attack almost drove the breath out of her every time his cock tore into her pussy.
But it was propelling her closer and closer to a cataclysmic orgasm with each crashing penetration.
"OH, UNH, UBNH, CAN'T,. UNH, UNH, TAKE, UNH, UNH, MUCH, UNH, UNH, MORE, UNH, OF, UNH, YRRUNHBIGUNHFUCUNHKINGUNHCOCKUNH, UNH, UNH," Helen gurgled out between impalements.
"I'M, UH, GO, UH, ING, UH, TO, UH, CUM, UH, AND, FILL, UH, UP, MOMMY, SH, UH, UH, UHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIITTTTTTT!!!" growled Steve as he struggled to hold back the mounting flood of white-hot cum gathering inside his big, flopping balls.
His massive cock plowed in and out of his mother's seething pussy like the piston of a giant steam engine. In and out, in and out, it tore into her gluttonous cunt, sending both of them both skittering out of control toward the edge of a calamitous orgasm.
As they slithered closer and closer to the edge, Helen's heels beat a tattoo of urgency on his butt urging him to fuck her harder and harder.
Sensing his mother's urgent need, Steve responded with one last burst of energy. His hips became a blur as he drove his cock into the wet gash of his mother's vulnerability harder and harder. Then in a massive explosion of emotion, they both plunged past the point of no return.
"FUCKING! UNHHH! OH! FUCK! I'MMMMMMM! CUMMMMMMMINNNNN!" Steve gasped as he jerked his prick back too far, accidentally pulling it out of his mother's gulping cunt.
"OH, BABY, OH, BABY, I WANT IT IN ME, PLEEEESSSSEEE," Helen wailed as she felt his giant prick pop out of her clenching, clinging pussy.
Out of control, Steve couldn't stop himself as he felt his over-ripe cock give a mighty heave and shoot out a giant gusher of hot, thick creamy white cum out onto his mother's heaving stomach.
Realizing that Steve couldn't help himself, Helen stabbed her hand down to his pulsating giant and grabbed hold of it and began to roughly milk it.
As she milked him, she ridiculously wondered if he had used all his cum up when she had sucked him. Now, only a tiny, little spurt of cum came spurting out of his prick. Then she felt his elephantine penis jerk again and the thick, puffy tube on the underbelly of his great penis bulged out under her fingers as the second burst cream came spurting out of him. She found herself laughing at her own misjudgment as his cock bucked violently and spit out an eruption of thick, syrupy cum all the way up to her neck.
Ignoring her own needs for the moment, she pulled and tweaked on his palpitating, spurting cock as it kept gushing out an almost steady stream of young, potent jism. Within moments, her throat, breasts and belly were covered with his hot stickiness. But still it spurted out over and over again, spewing out its vulgar, sticky, cream-colored syrup into her hand, up her arm and all over her belly. She was being drenched with his sticky ejaculate.
She didn't think he would ever stop. But finally, after what seemed like hours, his charger gave one last little twitch and stopped spurting.
As she felt his cock stop ejaculating, she maneuvered it back down to her hot, slippery pussy. Stuffing the shrinking behemoth back into herself, she tried to revive it.
Even as his cock retreated back down his mother's battered pussy, Steve could feel his mother squirming and twisting underneath him with unfulfilled passion. Groggily, Steve was recovering from his mind-numbing climax and felt his cock slither out of his mother's hot, sucking pussy.
As she felt him slip out of her, she let her long shapely legs drop to the bed, she rolled him off of her and sent her hands down to her own neglected wetlands. Quickly finding her little man-in-a-boat, she took the overly tense little marble between her finger and thumb and began rubbing it mercilessly, trying to bring herself to an orgasm.
Steve opened his eyes to see his mother's fingers working furiously on her own clitoris. Feeling ashamed that he had finished twice and she hadn't even climaxed once, he clumsily scrambled down and pushed his face into her pussy. Brushing her hands aside, he hungrily attacked her jutting clitoris and sucked it into his mouth.
"OH, BABY," she gasped as she felt his tongue find her clitoris.
Holding her slippery little pea-sized clitoris between his lips, he roughly tickled and scraped his tongue across the sensitive little ball of nerves.
Each time his tongue lashed across it, it sent electrifying jolts of pleasure up his mother's spine and bursting into her brain.
Unable to restrain herself, Helen wantonly hunched her hips upward, forcing her pussy into her son's face, smearing it with her juices and his own cum.
As she hunched her pussy up into his face, she grabbed hold of his hair and forced his face down onto her womanhood.
"OH, YES, OH, YESSSSSSS," Helen wailed, her legs flailing about wildly in a heedless display of unmotherhood, "OH, SUCK MY LITTLE CLIT, SUCK IT HARD, RUB IT, AND, MAKE, MAKE, ME,
CUM,
PLEASE, PLEASE."
Trying gallantly, Steve kept his lips latched down onto the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt as he tormented her aching clitoris. Making wild animal sounds, she writhed under him as his tongue probed and poked at the firm little pea nestled inside its fleshy sheath.
He was having difficulty keeping his tongue attached to the tiny knot as her hips thumped and pattered around the bed wildly. But he persisted. His perseverance was rapidly pushing her toward the jagged precipice of a monstrous orgasm.
Closer and closer she went, losing more control each time his tongue flicked across the raw exposed nerve center above her salivating pussy.
Suddenly, she felt herself falling upward, toward a peak of pleasure that she had experienced before. But never with such frenzied delight. Her mind left her body and rocketed toward heavens. No words could describe the sheer ecstasy that enveloped her whole being.
Steve felt his mother's body abruptly freeze as stiff as a board. Opening his eyes, he watched as the defined sharpness of each and every muscle in her body stood out as they all contracted at the same instant. All her muscles were locked into taut cords of unmoving rigidity. All of them except those around her convulsing vagina. While all the other muscles were locked into pleasuristic spasms, the rings of muscles encircling her clutching pussy were uncontrollably contracting open and closed with labor-like contractions.
Unmotherly sounds of animal fulfillment spewed from her mouth as she was rocketed to heights no other woman could have ever known. Higher and higher she flew until at last, she brushed against the fiery surface of the sun and felt herself finally start floating back down the soft, fuzzy side of her orgasm. Basking in the warm afterglow, she slowly slid down and began to feel the soreness of her abused muscles.
Slowly, Steve watched as one by one, her rigid muscles began to relax.
She had lost all contact with reality. Her deadened mind, still in a post-climatic stupor only knew that something wonderful had happened. While she hadn't passed out, she was so drenched with pleasure, she didn't know where she was.
Now as she slowly came out of the fog, she gradually became aware of something wet and warm still caressing her abused clitoris. Gradually, she remembered that she was making love. Making love was a wonderful thing, she thought happily. In the pleasant, blurred afterglow of love, she felt someone still gently licking her clitoris. She felt at peace with the world and contentedly happy as she felt the warmness gently caressing her tingling clitoris. The only thing she could remember was how wonderful her orgasm had been. Why had this orgasm been so consuming, she wondered, still basking in its inebriating aftermath.
Then slowly it started coming back to her, little by little. She vaguely remembered that she was doing something that was wickedly delightful, but she couldn't remember what. Then she remembered that it had something to do with Steven, her son. Drunkenly, she put the two together and came up with doing something wicked with her son and someone was licking her clitoris.
"OH, MY, GOD," she thought, "STEVEN IS LICKING MY CLIT."
This revelation jarred her back to reality. Had she been guilty of ruining their lives. She couldn't believe that anything so beautiful could be so wrong. It couldn't be wrong. Nothing that wonderful could be wrong. Never in a million years could it be wrong.
"Oh, that was wonderful," she sighed softly, running her fingers through her son's sweat-damped hair.
Steven continued to delicately nibble and kiss his mother's clitoris as she lay back trying to recoup from her exhausting climax.
"Does your penis still hurt?" she finally asked him.
"Not now," he mumbled sleepily, lifting his head up from her groin, " but when I, uh saw you, uh, you, on the couch, it hurt so bad I thought that I had broken something down there. Then, when you took me in your mouth, it was like being a baby again when you used to kiss my little boo-boos and make them all better."
As he talked, he slowly crawled out from between her legs and flopped down beside her.
"You drowned me in cum," Helen murmured, picking up the washcloth and running it over her belly and tits, wiping as much of it off as she could.
"I guess that I can't call you a boy any more, not after this. You've suddenly grown into a MAN right before my eyes. It is sort of sad and scary in a way. I never wanted you to grow up, but now you're all grown up, and I can have you in a way that I never imagined. Maybe, having you all grown up won't be so bad now."
Snuggling up next to his mother, Steve gently pulled on one of her big, heavy tits until he had the rubbery nipple in his mouth. Tenderly sucking on it, he felt it start to harden almost immediately. He could feel its soft puffiness tighten and enlarge as he kept on sucking on it. Soon it was the size of a big, rip strawberry. As he softly teethed the taut knob making it even harder. Still sucking on it, he moved his hand over to the other rigid nipple and began to tease and tickle it with his fingers.
"Do you still like Mommy's tits?" she asked him.
"They are so big and soft and beautiful. They are the most beautiful tits in the whole wide world," Steve praised as he paused between nibbles on the bloated nipple.
"Do you remember sucking on them when you were just a baby?" she asked him.
"Not really," he mumbled, "but I remember wanting to when I was a little older, but you wouldn't let me suck on them."
"I'm sorry," she apologized, "but you can have your fill of them now."
"I hope so," he smiled around her bulging pap.
"You are making me all warm and wet down there again," Helen told him, taking his hand and pulling it down to her woman place so he could feel her wetness.
Fumbling and feeling around the slippery folds of flesh surrounding his mother's oozing pussy, Steve flicked her big nipple with his tongue.
Feeling his fingers exploring her drenched womanhood, she let go of his hand and slipped her own hand down to his manhood. To her delight, she found it was already swelling and growing hard once again.
"MY GOODNESS, you're getting big again. That's Wonderful."
"I get hard just thinking about you," Steve bragged, "I don't even have to touch myself."
"That is quite obvious," she grinned with the evidence of her son's virility rapidly filling her hand. "Would you like to make love again?"
Steve nodded his head up and down in answer as he sucked her nipple back into his mouth and roughly tongued it.
Finally prying her son's mouth away from her inflamed nipple, Helen sat up.
Leisurely rolling over and got up to her hands and knees. She was pleased with the way her big tits bounced and bobbled above her son. Thirty-seven years and they still bounce like a teeny-boper's, she thought to herself, as she bent down over her son's jutting man-thing.
Steve watched, enraptured, as his mother bent down and wetly kissed his revived love-spear. He felt a jolt of excitement course through his penis as he watched her lovingly suck his swollen cockhead into her mouth.
Feeling his cock twitch with excitement, she began to twirl the thick, virulent sausage around inside her mouth.
"God, Mother, that feels so good," Steve blurted out, as all of his senses were being bombarded by his mother's sensuality.
He could still taste the lingering tartness of her womanhood on his tongue as he watched her devouring his manhood. Even the air was heavy with the lovely fragrance of her womanly musk and haunting perfume as her delightful derriere bobbed and waved deliciously in front of his face. She was sucking on his cock so hard, he could hear her soft, full lips slurping on his prick. Even the sight of his mother's upturned butt not more than a foot from his face filled his heat with lechery. The twin globes of alabaster flesh were perfectly formed. The loveliness of the pearly melons, split by the deep crack of her ass fascinated him. Staring at her upturned ass with incredulity, he spied the opening of her anus staring back at him, puckered, wrinkled, and mysterious. It appeared to shrink from view the moment his eyes touched it, blending into the natural darkness of the crack. Just below the secret, shrouded opening of her anus were the big, fleshy lips of her ravishing pussy !
jutting out in a brazen display of beauty. In direct opposition to the mysterious secrecy of her anus, her pussy almost cried out for attention. Even with this assault on his senses, the most thrilling of them assault of all was the thought of what they were doing.
Mother and son making love.
Entranced with the lovely view of his mother's exquisite behind, he could still feel the warmth of her mouth on his penis as he reached up to her upturned derriere. Letting his hand wander over the soft, smoothness of her buttocks, he let his hands caress their exquisite beauty. It Looked so soft that he was surprised by its firmness. It was flawless.
Feeling her son's hands on her behind, Helen slowly spread her statuesque legs farther apart exposing more of herself to him.
As she did, Steve watched her tiny puckered asshole slowly disappear between the round cheeks of her ass as the thick, jutting lips of her pussy opened even wider. As he stared at the glistening sheen of wetness coating her thick, pulpy lips, he saw a tiny trickle of her love sap ooze out of her pussy and ever so slowly drip down onto the bed.
Moving his hand down to the oozing gash of her pussy, he delicately ran his finger around the wet, smooth rim of the slit, toying with the thick, fleshy lips.
Feeling her son's wandering finger exploring her pussy, Helen inched her legs apart even wider.
Sensing his mother's willingness, Steve gently eased a finger up into her burning lovewound. Pushing his finger in deeper and deeper, he soon had it buried all the way to his knuckles as she wriggled her hips in approval.
After a few moments, he effortlessly withdrew his finger, dripping with her juices. Putting his first and second finger together, he gently slid them back into her. As he did, he felt her vaginal muscles tighten, closing her pussy down on his fingers like a soft velvet glove, sucking and pulling on them. He pushed the pair of fingers all the way into her until his knuckles once again nudged up against the yielding softness of her pussy lips.
Wiggling his fingers around inside his mother, Steve felt her clench her pussy muscles again, gently squeezing his fingers. Curious about the potential capacity of the elastic opening, he pulled his dripping fingers back out of her hot, dripping gash and added a third finger to the group.
He realized that she must know what he was planning as he saw her legs slide farther apart opening herself to him even more. Her womanhood now gaped wide open, completely exposed, vulnerable and oozing woman juice out onto the bed. She was totally surrendering her most vulnerable possession to him. She waited, the fragile softness of her womanhood open and defenseless. She was now totally at his mercy. Her love wound was totally assailable as he tenderly slipped his three fingers up into the hot, slippery wetness of her love-channel. As before, he met with very little resistance but her satiny soft pussy melted down around his fingers, enveloping them with her pussy's boiling wetness. Deeper and deeper into the steaming depths of her femininity went his fingers until his knuckles brushed against the soft, limp pussy lips for a third time.
Feeling him reach the limit once again, she clenched her vaginal muscles down on his fingers one more time. Squeezing his fingers harder this time, she felt him quickly slide his fingers back out of her.
Hurriedly adding his fourth finger to the other three wet, sticky fingers, he slipped all four of them into her all the way to the hilt. He was amazed that she had taken all four of his fingers inside of her pussy without even pausing in her attack on his cock.
Her pussy was a wonderful thing, Steve thought, pulling his dripping fingers out of his mother's wetness. It could take a handful of fingers, pass a baby out through it but still be so nice and tight that it could suck and pull on a man's cock until it brought out a man's essence. His mother's pussy was a wonderful thing.
She had brought his penis back to brick hardness again when she felt him reach down and take it in his hand. Gently pushing her greedy mouth up off his penis, Steve struggled to his knees and quickly scrambled around behind her. Standing behind her, his cock in his hand, he admired her gorgeous rear end as she wiggled it at him saucily.
Guiding his cock with one hand, he reached out and grasped her hip with his other hand. Easing his hips forward, he pressed his bulging cockhead up between the soft, velvety lips of her steaming love socket.
Almost standing on her head now, Helen looked back up between her widespread legs and watched her son's huge maleness slowly disappear between the fleshy lips of the drooling hole at the pit of her stomach. With feelings of love and wickedness, she felt a spasm of delight course through her brain as his huge cock slowly vanished in between the soft outer folds of the lips surrounding her cunt. Needing all of his giant cock inside her to satisfy her craving and ease the itch that was driving her crazy with desire, she eagerly pushed herself back onto his jutting penis, impaling herself on his hard, thick column of meat. Steve nearly lost his load as he felt her hot, clinging vagina wrap itself around his dick, swallowing it entirely in one deep, fiery gulp.
"MY GOD, MOTHER, YOUR PUSSY IS ON FIRE," Steve moaned as he tried to keep from blowing his rocks.
"Oh, Baby," Helen wailed, thrusting herself back at him. "You make me so hot, I need some of your thick, creamy cum to put out the fire inside my pussy."
Hearing her obscene request, Steve attacked her lovely behind with a vengeance. He brutally ravaged her soft, vulnerable femininity with his titanic cock, plowing the giant in and out of the slippery channel like a steam engine gone berserk. Hammering the entire length of his cock into her with every stroke, he couldn't get enough of his cock into its soft, silky loveliness.
Each time he plunged his cock into her, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room as his belly slapped into her soft behind. Every time he slammed his cock into her it almost knocked her breathless, causing her to grunt and suck in air in a most unmotherly way.
Even though she was being brutally battered by her son, she felt herself rushing toward another climax. There was no stopping the white-hot current of pleasure that was pulsating from her fiery core.
Then it happened. She couldn't believe the intensity of the spasms of pleasure that suddenly began pouring out of her pussy. As she was consumed by ecstasy, but Steve seemed oblivious to her predicament and continued to pound his cock into her tightly clenched cunt. It felt to her like he was using a jack-hammer on her clitoris, hammering out every possible iota of joy from it. She had never had such intense and deep climaxes before.
She had never had a climax like the one she was now having. It was the most wonderful feeling she had ever experienced and it just went on and on and on continuously while Steve violently assaulted her undefended womanhood. It felt like the muscles in her body were so tightly stretched they would start snapping in two at any moment. She knew that her orgasm had already lasted for more than a minute and she wasn't sure how much more her body could take.
But he just kept on driving his cock into her.
He was fucking her son hard, she was afraid that he might bruise her.
Bruises on her butt would be difficult to explain to Ted. But at the moment, she was willing to forego that danger as waves of pleasure washed over her, one after the other almost continuously.
Steve continued to fuck her as she felt herself move up to another level of pleasure. The feelings pouring out of her cunt were becoming even more intense until finally after what seemed like hours of non-stop muscle-locking orgasms, she heard Steve moan and drive his cock into her as hard and deep as he could. The force of the final thrust rattled her teeth and drove the breath out of her again.
Waiting for him to erupt inside of her, it seemed like everything was happening in slow motion. Then she felt it. Steve's gigantic penis gave a powerful jerk and began to pump out its fiery load into her aching pussy.
Even though she couldn't see it, she pictured the great purple monster inside of her spewing out its thick, white jelly out onto the itching walls of her vagina. Once, twice, then three times, it lurched and spewed out its frothy load inside of her. But, it wouldn't stop as it gushed and gushed, rapidly filling her pussy to overflowing with his young, virile semen. On and on, it kept spurting inside of her until she thought it would never stop. As his giant nozzle hosed down the insides of her pussy with his rich cream, the itch inside it finally began to subside. But still he poured more and more of his virulent cream onto the unquenchable fire inside of her overflowing pussy.
Even though her pussy was filled to overflowing, the flow of cum from her son wouldn't stop. It continued to pump the thick, hot cream into her until she felt it began to ooze out around his cock and drip down onto the bed between her legs. Steve was never one to do anything half-way she thought as she felt his dick continue to convulse and spit inside her. It had to stop soon, she thought, no man could have as much cum as he had shot inside of her.
Finally. At last, she felt it twitch one last time before it stopped. He must have shot out another whole quart of cum into her, she thought. No man, ever, had filled her so full of sweet, hot cum.
Exhausted, Steve collapsed, falling back away from her and jerking his drained cock out of her abused pussy as he fell.
"Ouch," she yelped as Steve's fat, shrinking penis popped out of her pussy, but her protest fell on deaf ears as Steve appeared to be unconscious.
Helen felt like she was covered with the stickiness of her son's cum. His thick, viscid cum coated her huge, heavy, dangling tits, dripped from her stomach and ran down her inner thighs all the way down to her knees.
Looking down at herself, she could see the soft, whiteness of her inner thighs glistening with a thick coating of her son's love offering.
A wicked little smile played at her lips as she slowly crawled over to the edge of the bed. Every time she moved her legs, she felt his thick, frothy cream trickle out of her abused pussy and drip down onto the bed.
Thank God for the pill, she thought as she plodded into his bathroom. She just knew that Steve's, thick, rich cum would be as potent as an atom bomb.
Although she found the thought of having a child by her own son lewdly appealing, she knew that she couldn't have a son by him. It was just too risky in too many ways. But, just thinking about it gave her a warm glow inside. Smiling wickedly, she stepped into the shower and washed away the rest of his creamy gifts Smiling happily, she tiredly padded back over to the bed where Steve lay sleeping.
She stood looking down at her son, wishing that she could sleep with him, but knew that it would be taking too big a risk. He was so handsome, she thought to herself before her eyes crept down to his big, limp penis. Even soft it was magnificent, she thought, bending down and gently fingering it.
It was soft and puffy, still partially bloated with blood as she slowly wrapped her hand around it and lifted it. She was amazed at the weight of his sleeping giant as she squeezed and fondled it lovingly. She toyed with his slumbering love sword for several moments, but finally let it slip out of her fingers when it didn't respond to her urgings. Well, there will be other times, she thought, feeling the glow inside her pussy. Leaning over, she felt her big, heavy breasts wiggle and sway sluggishly as she pulled the covers up over her son. Tucking the covers up under his chin, she gave him a soft, lingering kiss before she turned and tiredly walked down the hallway to her own bedroom. Crawling into her empty bed, she slipped under the covers and wondered how it had all happened.
It had all been so horribly wrong, but it felt so wonderfully right.
Was it really so wrong?
Maybe they were all wrong and she was right.
Well, didn't they always say that Mothers Know Best...
Laughing softly to herself, she felt herself slowly drifting off to sleep...