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 Title: Big Tits, Tight Fit


Summary: His Mom can't decide what to wear, so they just fuck instead.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,sex,reluct,hot





   So, yeah, two days ago, me and my mom had sex.

   To be honest, I'm still processing it.  It kinda happened out of
nowhere. It was just one of those sticky summer days, all things normal,
then...  Bam!  It happened.  Sex happened.

   Now, it wasn't just sex.  It wasn't making love or any of that bullshit.
No soft music, no roses or candles.  None of that stuff.  No, me and Mom
just FUCKED!  I swear, it was like one minute, things were normal between
us, just a regular mom and son.  And then the next minute, the clothes were
coming off, and we were just going at it.  And trust me, me and her went at
it.  Hard!  Physical, lusty, nasty fucking!  Naked, thick, meaty young cock
buried in tight, dripping, mature cunt.  A mom's tongue in her son's mouth.
A mom's plump lips wrapped tightly around her son's thick shaft as she took
it eagerly down her throat.  A son's big hands squeezing his mom's
absolutely enormous breasts.  God, they were fucking big, and I got to feel
every inch of their smooth, naked skin.  A mother and her son, two naked
bodies, dripping with sweat, their heated skin sliding against each other
as they savagely fucked.  And it was fucking rough.  It had screaming,
moaning, and every fucking curse word in the book.  It ended with a son's
large nuts coated with his own mother's sex juices, and a mother's tight,
wet cunt filled to the brim with her son's thick cum.  It was the greatest
sexual experience of both of their lives.

   But that was two days ago.

   Most of the time, this is the point where the story ends.  The sex had
happened, the climax of the story.  But the question for us was...  what
comes next?  What comes after a mother and a son have sex?  What do you do
after that?  Can you back to normal?  Did we want to?

   ***************

   I suppose I should go back a few days and tell you what happened. 

   It was a lazy Saturday in the middle of summer.  It was one of those
sticky days where being outside for any extended time was just unbearable.
Which was why I was doing my best to savor the air conditioning.  I had
hung out with some buddies earlier in the day, shooting some hoops before
the heat became too unbearable.  After that, we went and saw a movie.  And
now I was chilling in my house, sitting back in my room, playing a football
game online on my PS4, kicking ass, naturally.  The typical things a
freshly graduated high school male would do.  If it was up to me, these
were the types of things I would happily do all summer until I left for
college, but my folks wouldn't let me be that lazy.  I worked a
lifeguarding job at the beach, and while that was fun, and seeing hot girls
in bikinis was certainly a perk, I was happy to savor a few days off to
relax and do nothing.

   But my dad had other plans.

   He was one of the partners at a big law firm, so he was typically very
busy.  That being said, he gave us a good life, so I wasn't complaining. 
But anyway, his boss, the big boss at his company, was throwing a big
cookout thing at his lakeside house.  It was this whole big thing and the
families of the staff were encouraged to come and enjoy themselves.  Dad
was all about work and all about showing off his good life, his beautiful
wife and handsome son, so we were all meant to attend.  We attended every
year, and while there was some fun stuff, I always found it really fucking
boring.  They would always ship me off to hang with a bunch of goobers, the
kids of the other employees, and they just weren't my flavor.  Not the type
of people I liked hanging out with.  So, I always ended up dreading this
thing, and I always dragged my feet.  Like today, I was in my room, wearing
the same jeans I'd been wearing for a week, in a thin, blue t-shirt with my
favorite football team's logo on the front, sitting back, barefoot, playing
video games. 

   I wasn't alone in my dislike of this event.  I could tell Mom was pretty
uninterested in the whole thing too, that she would rather be doing
literally anything else.  But she was a good corporate wife, and she would
always be all smiles by the time we made it there.

   Dad, as one of the partners, had been gone most of the day, helping set
things up.  Me and Mom were scheduled to drive over and meet up with him in
a bit, but like I said, I was dragging my feet.  And, like a good mom, she
was poised to remind me of this fact.

   "Hey!" I heard Mom call out from down the hall, approaching my room. 
"You need to start getting cleaned up.  We need to get going pretty soon!"

   "Yeah!" I called out, not even looking at her, barely acknowledging her.
I could feel her presence standing in my doorway.  Finally, annoyed with my
classic teenage disregard for parental authority, she stepped into my room,
standing in-between me and my flat screen, forcing me to pause the action.

   "Yes?" I asked with a shit-eating grin.  I looked up and met Mom's
annoyed gaze.  I suppose this would be the best time to describe her,
seeing that this was the woman I was about to fuck. 

   Her name was Kim, and, uh, she was my mom.  Dad made enough money as to
where she didn't have to work, but she always kept herself busy with
different things.  But none of that really mattered for this story, so I'll
get to the good stuff.

   I'll be honest...  Mom was fucking hot.  Like, legitimately hot and
sexy. She was a brunette, with long, lustrous hair, cascading down between
her shoulder blades in a perpetually tussled look that always really worked
for her.  She had a good, rich, even tan.  She had shining, playful eyes,
and full, plump lips.  She was fucking gorgeous.

   And then her body...  man, her body.  She was very physically active, so
she kept herself very fit, with a flat belly, and long taut legs.  Her hard
work was really showed off by her amazing ass.  It was firm, full, round
and juicy, and it rode high and perky on her frame like a teenager's.  It
was fucking mouth-watering.  Sometimes, even I had trouble not staring.

   And then there were her breasts...

   Man, just...  man, describing them in words doesn't do them enough
justice.  They were just...  huge.  Fucking huge.  My mom had enormous
tits, full, round, smooth, and just perfectly shaped.  They were also
shockingly perky and rode high on her chest, jutting out from her slim
frame proudly.  Mom was no doubt the envy of all the corporate wives, and
I'm sure there were some who doubted that her boobs were real.  Trust me, I
had known her pretty much my whole life.  Those suckers were real, and
absolutely massive.

   So, from top to bottom, Mom was a fucking smoke-show.  A brick
shithouse. Absolutely gorgeous, and with a body to match.  As her son, it
was a hard thing to ignore, which is probably why I can describe her body
in such great detail.  And while I used to feel a lot of guilt and
confusion for noticing these things, I eventually made my peace with it. 
My mom was hot, and that just couldn't be denied.  My buddies would never
let me forget that my mom was so sexy, so I wouldn't be able to get very
far in life without accepting that fact. 

   Had I jacked off to her a few times?  Sure.  I tried not to get too
carried away with thoughts like that, but every so often, thoughts of her
just did it for me.  Sometimes, there were certain days, or she'd be in
certain clothes, but for whatever the reason, she'd have me as stiff as a
brick all day long.  I'd thought about, you know...  sex with her,
fantasized about it, but I had never really planned to actually do anything
about it.  I wasn't that crazy.  I wasn't actually gonna go through with
it. And it wasn't like it was entirely up to me.  I'm sure she would have a
few objections if I brought it up with her.  And besides, I did pretty well
for myself.  As a good looking football player with a sizable dong, I was
well taken care of in every way I needed.  That said, the thought of seeing
that body in action was indescribably hot, and at times, as a natural
flirt, I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from running some game on
Mom. Her body was so lust inspiring, and any other girl that inspired those
feelings would get the full court press from me.  But I controlled myself
enough not to do that with Mom, despite how hot she was. 

   "Kyle!" Mom called out, shaking me from my reverie.  "You need to get
cleaned up!" Mom said impatiently, her hands on her hips.  "We need to get
going pretty soon."

   "But...  it's hot," I whined exaggeratedly, looking out the window, my
tone causing her to smirk.

   "C'mon, hon, you need to get cleaned up," she said, reaching down to
shake my knee.  "You were outside for a while.  You're probably all sticky.
You need to shower.  C'mon."

   "Uh...  fine," I said, rolling my eyes, letting my controller drop to my
lap.  "You know, I don't really want to go to this stupid thing anyway," I
said calmly.  "It's never fun."

   "I know," she replied with a knowing smile.  "You think I want to go?  I
would much rather be outside in a bikini working on my tan, but..."

   "That doesn't sound so bad..." I replied, unable to stop myself from
giving her that knowing, flirty tone.  Hey, I stopped myself when I could,
but I couldn't hold back completely.  That simply wasn't in my character.
But Mom always seemed to enjoy my bravado a bit, always giving me warm
looks, that same cute eye-roll, and that small slightly excited smile
whenever ever I said this.  Dad was a work-focused man, so I doubted he
still gave her this kind of flirty attention.  Knowing Mom seemed to enjoy
these comments, our relationship had gained a sort of flirty tone at times.
It was innocent, honest.  Mom had to know she was really hot, and if Dad
wasn't telling her this, then I'm sure she enjoyed being reminded of this
fact, even if this attention was coming from her own son.  And she would
give it back to me, giving me a wolf-whistle when she would see me
shirtless, or calling me 'handsome' or 'stud', stuff like that.  It was all
in good fun, but I think there was a tinge of truth in it, from both sides.

   "Alright, cool it, bucko," she said, shutting me down.  "We've got to do
these things.  Your father gives us a good life.  It's the least we can
do."

   It's funny looking back and seeing how full of shit she was.  She didn't
care about the fucking cookout.  She probably cared even less than I did.
And, deep down, she wasn't too bothered by my laziness either.  After doing
what we did a little later, I looked back at this whole interaction in a
whole new light.  I knew the truth now.  I know what she really wanted. 
What she needed.  If, at this moment, I gave her the choice of going to the
cookout, or to vigorously jack off my thick teenage cock till it exploded
in gobs of thick, creamy semen all over her big, naked tits...  well, let's
just say, I established a very definite answer to that decision. 

   "Yeah..." I relented, not pumped about this whole thing.  I shut down
the Playstation and moved to stand. 

   "And honestly, you play these games way too much.  They'll rot your
brain.  Go outside.  Have some fun." she suggested, making me roll my eyes.
It was a lecture I had heard before.  She grinned slightly as she stepped
back to allow me room to stand.  And it was only at this point that she
looked around and took in her surroundings.

   "Ugh..." she said, turning up her nose.  "Your room's a mess.  Remind
me, when we get back home, to ground you so you can get this room cleaned
up." she said with a smile.  We had a teasing relationship, so I simply
nodded and laughed. 

   Yeah, she disapproved of the state of my room now, but that wasn't gonna
be nearly enough to stop her from what was about to happen next.  As a mom,
she disapproved, but as a woman, she clearly didn't mind, as she would
prove to me by being very, VERY willing to have sex right here.  In my
room. With me.  Was she thinking about it right now?  Did my slight bit of
teenage disobedience appeal to her naughty side?  Did my piles of clothes
on the floor make her want to add her own to the fray?

   I stood up in front of her and padded over to my mirror.

   I was a good looking guy.  Not, like, a model or anything, but I was
good.  I had nice features, a strong jaw, good eyes, nice hair.  And I was
an athlete in school, so my body was in shape.  I was pretty fit, but I
wasn't, like, overly bulky or anything.  I was more tall and lean, but
still well-muscled.  I saw Mom behind me, inspecting me in my current
state. Was she checking me out?  I didn't think so at the moment, but
looking back...

   Anyway, in front of the mirror, I straightened some of my dirty blonde
hair, tilted my head back and forth, inspecting myself before stepping back
proudly.

   "I'm ready!" I called out, looking at Mom with my arms spread wide.  She
rolled her eyes.

   "Nice try," she said, dismissively.  "Now get your butt in the shower.
You're holding this whole thing up.  I've been ready for, like,
half-an-hour.  C'mon," she insisted, urging me onward. 

   She was so eager to get me in the shower.  Was she so eager because she
wanted to join me in there?  Water coursing down our naked bodies as we got
it on.  Was she thinking about it now?  Was she fantasizing already?  It
was hard to say, but she just might have been...

   "Alright, alright," I relented, moving towards my closet. 

   "And dress up nice!" she warned.  "Like me!" she said, posing.

   Mom did look nice.  Very nice.  She wore a tight dark pink top,
short-sleeved to show off her lithe arms, scooped low enough to show a
tasteful amount of cleavage, and snug enough to show off the perfect shape
of her massive breasts.  Down below, she wore a clingy dark grey skirt,
going down to her knees, hugging her firm thighs, and no doubt her ass as
well.  She wore a nice pair of high-heels too, making her stand up taller
than normal, and again, no doubt it accentuated her hot ass.

   "Well, I don't think I can pull off the skirt quite like you can," I
replied with a flirty tone and a knowing smirk.  She rolled her eyes again.

   "Alright, hornball, go jump in the shower.  I think you need to cool
down." she replied, more annoyed than amused.  She turned tail and walked
down the hall, her heels clicking as she did so.  I couldn't help but
glance up, and yeah, her ass looked great in the skirt.  Really fucking
great.  The thin, smooth material, hugging each of the firm, juicy cheeks,
showcasing it as it swayed side-to-side.  My cock stiffened in my pants.  I
shook my head, clearing those thoughts and moved to grab some clothes,
sensing her annoyance and impatience.

   Need I remind you that me and her were, like, less than an hour away
from straight-up fucking.  This party that we just had to get to...  we
would end up being very, very late, because me and her would be too busy.
Naked, in my bed.  Fucking the shit out of each other.  I was less than an
hour from feeling my own mother's tight, dripping pussy wrapped around my
naked cock, squeezing me tightly, trying to draw a heavy load of cum from
my swollen balls deep into her waiting cunt.  Mom was annoyed at me now,
but very soon, she would have her plump lips wrapped around the tip of my
cock, eagerly swallowing my semen like a complete slut.  And still, at a
point so close to that magic moment, things were normal.  Nothing was
unusual. 

   She was right that I needed to cool down, so the shower was welcome. 
This was one of those days, those sticky summer days that leave you extra
horny.  I didn't have a girlfriend at the moment, and while I did know a
few girls who would be happy to get together for some no strings attached
sex, that wasn't gonna be happening tonight because of this stupid fucking
party.  I contemplated just taking care of myself right there, in the
shower, but at the rate Mom was rushing me I probably didn't have time for
a good, satisfying jack session.  I cut the water and tried to ignore my
stiff cock, gritting my teeth, annoyed that I'd probably be spending the
whole night counting the hours till I could drain my swollen nuts.

   Luckily, I wouldn't have to wait that long.  Mom would eagerly be seeing
to that.

   I got changed, putting on a nice polo shirt and a nice pair of slacks.
Nothing too fancy, but comfortable and stylish.  I cleaned up, did my hair,
and brushed my teeth before leaving the steamy bathroom behind.  I made my
way downstairs toward the kitchen, where I knew Mom would be waiting
impatiently.  I padded my way over to find Mom there, standing in front of
the stainless steel fridge, studying her reflection, fussing with her
clothes.  She didn't sense my presence, and in my current state, I couldn't
stop myself from checking out her round, juicy ass, molded perfectly by her
slim skirt.

   Normally, I could control myself.  Normally, I knew better.  But,
combining my current state of being horned-up with my annoyance at having
to attend this dumb party, I was feeling a bit rebellious.  So, with Mom
still not noticing me, I slowly approached her from behind.  Before she
could do anything, I reared back with one hand and firmly brought it
forward, giving my Mom's hot ass a nice, crisp...

   SPANK!

   My hand collided with her firm left ass-cheek, making a loud sound upon
collision, my fingers digging in slightly as soon as I made contact.  She
jumped as I did this, turning to face me.

   "Shit!  What the hell!?" She called out to me, eyes wide in surprise as
she rubbed her ass.  But there was something else there.  Something that
flashed across her face for just a moment.  A look of anger, combined with
something else.  Her eyes looked glassy.  Her cheeks were flushed.  Her
lips parted with a gasp.  This was a look what could only be described of
pure, concentrated lust.

   The look passed quickly as she erased it from her face, as if she didn't
want me to notice.

   I'd like to think this was the moment Mom decided she wanted to swallow
my cock to the fucking root, wrap her plump, full lips around the throbbing
base to form a tight seal as I pumped a giant wad of cum down her tight
throat.  And who knows...  maybe it was.  Maybe the penalty for me invading
her person like this was her getting on her knees, inhaling my cock, and
swallowing my semen?  I know it sounds crazy, but examining the facts
later, it seemed like a reasonable explanation. 

   But this was undoubtedly the moment that changed things between us. 
This was the moment that led us down a path that ended with us naked and
sweaty.  This was the first step down a path leading to a very pleasurable
conclusion for both of us.

   "You're such a shit," Mom said to me, annoyed, but unable to contain an
amused smile.  "Don't do that again!" she warned, as I grinned at her.

   Yeah, like an hour later, she would be BEGGING me to spank her hot, bare
ass, over and over again.  And I would happily comply.  And she would
fucking love it.  It would make her pussy squeeze hard around my cock.

   But that would come later.

   I moved towards the cupboard before stopping, noticing that she turned
back to face the fridge, looking displeased.

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "I don't know if I'm happy with this," she said, looking at her outfit.
"What do you think?" she asked, turning to face me.  She looked
spectacular. The clothes hugged her figure while still being tasteful.  The
pink top flattered her fit frame and massive, succulent jugs, and I hadn't
been able to keep my eyes off her ass.  So the slim, grey skirt was doing
the trick.  But, sensing a weird energy in the air, and feeling a bit bold,
an idea jumped to mind.

   "Uh..." I said, shrugging, acting unimpressed.  "It's alright."

   "Yeah, I knew it," she said, annoyed.  "I don't think this is gonna
work. I'm gonna go change." she said under her breath, marching out of the
room, back upstairs to her room.  I smiled slightly, with no real plan in
mind, happy that I had gotten under her skin a bit.  Pleased with myself, I
made my way back up to my room and booted up my PS4, knowing Mom was very
indecisive in things like this.  I was up 14-0 in the game by the time Mom
made her way to my doorway.

   "What do you think of this?" she asked.  I spun in my chair, turning to
face her, to appraise her.

   I looked her over from top to bottom.  She had replaced her pink top
with a black one, a little less snug over big tits, but still very
flattering, nonetheless.  She replaced her grey skirt with a light, summery
blue one, cut just over her knees in a diagonal slash.  She looked very
good.

   "Eh..." I said, shrugging, acting like I wasn't impressed.  "Do you want
to wear black on a day like this?" I asked.  She rolled her eyes, and
stomped away.  "Sorry!" I called out.

   "Yeah, you're right," she called out, stepping into her bedroom and
shutting the door.  Both of these outfits were more than good enough, but I
liked making her mad.

   The score in the game was 27-7 by the time I heard Mom approach.  I
turned to face her and took her new outfit in.

   She had replaced her previous outfit with a nice, airy sundress, white
with blue lines decorating it.  On most women, this dress would look nice
and innocent.  But for a woman with the curves my mom had, she looked
stunning.  Her arms were left bare, and the thin material could barely
contain her massive bust.  Her upper chest was left exposed, showing off a
hint of her cavernous cleavage, and her jugs were so large the sides of
them could be seen through the arm holes.  The thin material cascaded off
her firm ass, giving a good indication of her perfect rear end.  Also, the
white material did allow for someone with a trained eye like me to notice
the dark material of her bra and underwear through the dress.

   "What do you think?" she asked, holding her arms out.  This interaction
was still relatively innocent, I realized, so let's turn it up a notch.  I
let my eyes narrow as I looked her over.  She noted the confused expression
on my face.  "What now?" she asked. 

   "Well..." I began, with a small smirk.  "I don't think of this outfit as
very...  corporate."

   "What do you mean?" Mom asked, confused.  "It's a cookout.  I think this
would be nice."

   "Well, if you want to wear that, you're gonna have to, uh..." I began,
knowing I was getting into delicate territory.  "The thing is...  I don't
know if you want to be showing off your underwear to all of Dad's friends,
but..." I trailed off. 

   "You can't see anything..." she began, turning to look the mirror in my
room.  She narrowed her eyes as she appraised herself.  "Shit..." she said
to herself, confirming my words.  "How'd YOU notice?  You're not supposed
to be looking for that."

   "It's hard not to notice," I said with a laugh.  She slapped my
shoulder, knowing it wasn't that blatant.  "And besides, I'm a guy...  I
can't help myself."

   She gave me an odd look for a moment, biting her lip before turning and
sauntering away.  I didn't know where I was going with this little game.  I
was improvising, to be honest, but the energy had slightly changed in a way
I couldn't describe.  Mom didn't say anything, but she clearly sensed it
to. She probably didn't realize it yet, but the fact that I had noticed her
bra and panties through her dress changed things for her.  And she probably
didn't notice that she shook her ass at me slightly as she walked back to
her room.

   I set down the controller as I waited for Mom to reappear, now more
intrigued by the game going on between me and Mom than the one on the
screen.  And I should be, cause the game on the screen was leading to a
cosmetic, meaningless victory.  And considering that the this game I was
playing was leading me to hot, sweaty sex with my own mom, I couldn't be
blamed for finding this one significantly more interesting.  I sat back and
waited for Mom to return, and see what came next.

   I was not disappointed. 

   Mom's door opened, and she appeared from inside, sauntering towards me.
I sat back as my eyes widened, taking her in.  She had squeezed herself
into a tight yellow sundress, and I was not exaggerating.  It looked like
she was poured into that dress.  The solid, yellow material clung to her
impressive figure, all the way down to just above her knees, while also
showing off a bit of her upper chest.  It would be tasteful on a normal
woman, but on a woman with my mom's bust, it showed off a healthy amount of
cleavage.

   And, putting her body aside, she just looked incredible in that dress.
It contrasted well with her smooth tan.  Her brunette hair cascaded down in
waves, and her perfectly made-up face and incredible good looks completed
the ensemble.  She looked fucking amazing.

   "Yes, yes, we got a winner here," I told her, unable to stop my eyes
from gazing at her hot body.  I stared at her big tits, watching the way
they jiggled as she walked towards me, while admiring the way the material
showcased their perfect round shape.  Those suckers were bursting to escape
the tight garment as they were packed snugly within her dress.  The smooth,
soft flesh of the tops of her breasts were rippling with every step,
arresting my vision.  They were so freaking big!  I know these are my
mother's big tits, but they were fucking perfect!  I couldn't help but
stare.  I saw something else, as well, something I wouldn't have noticed if
I hadn't been staring: the slight indentation of her nipples through the
material.  I noted this fact.

   "I don't know," Mom said, as she stepped into my room, looking down at
herself.  "I think it's too much."

   "It's perfect," I told her with a laugh.  "Yellow...  summer...  it
works."

   "It's not the color I'm worried about," she said, turning to look at my
mirror across the room.  With her attention on her reflection, I leaned
back and let my eyes stare at her ass.  God Damn.  The material clung to
the round, juicy cheeks, and every little shift in weight she did made them
jiggle lusciously.  My dick throbbed in my pants.  The dress was so tight
it left little to the imagination and I could see the full shape of those
firm, perky cheeks, and this fact sent a realization through me, a fact I
noted for later. 

   My eyes glanced at the mirror, giving me another good view of her
massive jugs.  God, they looked big.  They were so round and smooth.  They
were begging to be squeezed.  I had never seen a pair of breasts that big
in real life.  None of the girls at school could compare, not even close. 

   Looking back, and knowing that I was mere minutes away from talking her
into showing off those big tits for me, completely bare and exposed, was
incredible.  I think I was already formulating a plan.  At the moment, my
eyes were locked on her massive melons, unable to stop myself from looking
away.  I stared at the slight protrusions of her nipples, willing them to
get harder for me. 

   I shook myself and looked up before she could notice my gaze.  I watched
her appraising her outfit, tugging the hem down so it wouldn't rise up too
far. 

   "Yeah, this is way too tight," she said to herself. 

   "No, it's perfect," I said, causing her to look at me with a skeptical
look in her eyes.

   "Please," she said sarcastically.  "I don't remember it being this
tight," she said, tugging at edge of her dress, near her boobs, trying to
stretch it out a bit.  "It really hugs the, uh...  girls." she said
quietly, for the first time mentioning her impressive bust to me.  It was
an oh-so-subtle way for her to get me to glance at her big boobs, but I
didn't need the assist.  I was already staring.  Even at this point, I knew
this was just the start of something for her.  It started small, an
off-hand comment about her breasts, so subtle she probably didn't realize
she had done it.  But I just knew, if things were gonna play out as I
thought they were, if the urges inside her kept spurring her on, these
comments would become far less subtle.  She would soon be inviting me to
stare at her big tits, or her hot ass, under the guise of judging her
outfit, of course, but we would both know the truth.  She liked having my
eyes consuming her hot body. 

   I was pulled from my reverie by the sight of Mom staring in the mirror,
running her hands over her chest, smoothing out the material over her
large, soft, squishy breasts.  As she did this, I realized it was time to
take this game up a notch.  I looked up at her with a knowing grin.  It
took her a few moments before she noticed, ready to deliver a delicious
maneuver on her.  "What?" she asked, accusatorily.

   "Nothing," I said, sitting back, smiling.  "It's just...  good to know."

   "Good to know what?" she asked.

   "Well...  good to know I have enough game to talk my own mom out of her
underwear," I said with a cocky grin.  The tight dress made it clear to me
that she had removed her bra and panties before putting it on.  Some might
not notice...  but I did.  And letting Mom know that I knew made her blush
slightly.

   "No...  it's just..." Mom stammered.

   "Must be my silver tongue," I interrupted, before licking my lips for
her, still grinning like an asshole.  Mom's eyes widened and she gulped at
this, slightly taken aback, but despite her apparent embarrassment, the way
her lips parted in a heated gasp sent tingles through my nuts.  My bold
comment turned her on.

   "Yeah, uh..." she said, looking away, her voice quiet but heavy.  "This
dress is too much." She began to turn away, but not before I noticed those
nipples capping her big fucking tits getting nice and stiff.  This sent a
jolt of excitement through me.  I watched her saunter away quickly, and if
there was any doubt before, this time, it was clear.  Her ass was bouncing
side to side for me.  I doubt she was doing it on purpose, but I
appreciated it all the same.  She was getting turned on by this, despite
everything, as was I.  And I think this was the moment she first realized
she was getting turned on. 

   That was probably why it took her so long to change this time, more than
any other.  She was probably wondering where this was going.  If things
were getting out of hand.  Wondering which direction she should go. 

   I knew exactly where this was going.  Me and her, fucking each others'
brains out.  She could have easily put an end to this, as it was getting
close to the time we needed to be heading out.  She was probably wondering
what she should do.  Should she turn down the heat...  or turn it up?  But
the lure of the forbidden was enough to keep her going.  And a few minutes
later she emerged in a fresh, new outfit.

   "Alright, bucko, I hope you've calmed down," she said, warning me,
letting me know I was crossing a line with my earlier comments.  She had
said things along these lines before, but this time, I was simply spurred
on.  I don't know what it was, but I was feeling extra bold, so I wasn't
gonna slow down.  I know it seemed crazy, but I was willing to play this
out, see where it goes.  Which is why I wasn't afraid to express my
disappointment at her next outfit.

   I mean, she looked good.  But compared to that yellow dress, there was
no way I wouldn't be disappointed.  She was trying to turn down the heat,
trying to cool the boiling tension back down to a placid simmer.  She
probably realized she was getting carried away herself, so she wanted to
get things back under control.  Good luck with that, Mom!  She wore a nice,
dark orange, slim top, made of a bit thicker material than some of her
other tops, so it left a bit more to the imagination than her other
outfits. Down below, she had on a nice denim skirt, down to her knees.  She
looked like a sweet, attractive older woman in this outfit.  But her other
garments...  those made her look sexy.  I couldn't hide my disappointment.

   "What?" she asked, posing for me, but the look she gave me let me know
she knew the answer.  She was dressing down, not displaying her luscious
curves as boldly.  She gave me a small knowing smile.  I sat back and
tilted my head side-to-side, displaying my ambivalence.  "I think it's
nice!" she added.

   "Yeah...  nice," I said, making the word convey my dissatisfaction. 
"You can do better than nice." She gave me a pointed look.

   "Okay, just because it doesn't cling to my big boobs doesn't make it
boring," Mom stated, making me smirk in response.  Bingo, there she was
again, mentioning her chest to me.  And this time, she added the adjective.
Big.  She was getting into this, despite what she might say.

   "It's not so bad," she replied, glancing at herself in the mirror.  I
looked at her again, trying to get a glimpse at her denim clad ass.  Again,
feeling a bit bold, I spoke up.

   "Turn around." I asked calmly.

   "What?" she asked, a bit confused.

   "Turn around." I repeated with a light, confident smile, leaning back.
She rolled her eyes, but her annoyance wasn't gonna stop her from doing as
I asked.  She exhaled slighted and spun around for me, turning her back to
me, twirling her hips gracefully so I could look at her rear.  I mean, she
knew what my question meant.  I pretty much asked, 'Hey Mom, show me your
ass.' And, despite any objections she might have at this thing getting a
bit out of control, she was still willing to comply.  She was still willing
to showcase her ass for her own son.  She was willing to do as I asked,
because she liked it. 

   I stared right at my mother's round butt for a few moments, letting the
silence between us last.  Of course, she looked good.  Of course, her ass
looked good.  But she could do better.  She had it.  She just needed to
flaunt it.

   "Uh...  it's not very...  flattering," I told her.

   "What?" she asked, looking back at me.

   "The skirt, it's...  kinda bulky.  Doesn't flatter you." I told her.

   "Flatter?" she inquired.  I looked up at her with a knowing look.  We
both knew what I was talking about.  That skirt didn't showcase her hot ass
enough.  She could do better.  I'd seen better.  "Well..." she began.  "I
think that last dress was a bit TOO flattering," she said, smoothing the
skirt over her jutting butt, trying to better display it for me.  Trying to
let her own son know her ass still looked good in this dress.  "But I still
think this one's good."

   "Turn around, again," I told her confidently, and this time, she didn't
hesitate at all.  She spun right around for me, and even through the
thicker material, and, from what I could tell, her bra, I could see the
indents of those nipples, once again.  Unknowingly, she smoothed out her
top, trying to make her outfit more pleasing, trying to showcase her body
better for me, her son.  She looked up at me again, waiting for my yay or
nay.  With her watching, I let my eyes calmly and slowly slide over her
body, hungrily taking in her figure with my eyes.  My eyes stared right at
her big breasts, down her belly, over her firm thighs and calves, before
going back up her long legs, looking past her massive mountains and back at
her gorgeous face.  The heat in my eyes couldn't be hidden.  Her eyes
widened slightly, for just a moment, before she suppressed it.  She waited
for my judgement, and I simply shook my head.

   "Not gonna work for me," I told her with a smile.  Her eyes went blank
for a moment, distracted, before she wordlessly turned back and around and
sauntered away, back down the hall.  And as she walked away, her ass was
bouncing for me, side-to-side.  She had to realize what she was doing it at
this point.  She had to. 

   She liked having me stare at her.  At her hot body.  She liked being
appreciated in a sexual way, even by her own son.  She liked me telling
her, in not so many words, that I enjoyed watching her showcase her hot
body for me.  Show off some skin.  Despite her hesitance, she wasn't
stopping.  She kept going even past the point where she really should have
stopped.  Where her instincts as a woman and a mother should stop her.  But
she wasn't stopping it.  She was letting this play out.

   Was this the moment Mom decided she wanted my thick teenage dick stuffed
inside her vagina?  Did Mom want to reward my teenage boldness and
confidence with hot, nasty sex?  I'm sure she was at least thinking about
it at that very moment.  She had to be.  That blank look in her eyes was
her imagining me hammering her tight cunt with my throbbing shaft, making
her squeal.  It had to be. 

   Any hesitance or confusion she was feeling wasn't apparent when she
sauntered back out of her room a few minutes later.  She was unable to
contain her enjoyment at this little fashion show.  She couldn't hide it
from me.  She marched right up to my doorway and posed for me, looking down
at me with a confident smile.

   "So...  what do you think?" she asked with a teasing smile, putting her
hands on her hips.

   "Much better," I said, sitting back slightly.  Her orange top had been
replaced with a red one, far more snug than the last.  And far more low-cut
as well, showing off a large amount of tender cleavage, more than she had
so far, by a lot.  It wasn't indecent or anything, but it was noticeable.
She no doubt noticed my eyes sinking into the cavern between her big boobs,
my eyes hungrily looking over the soft, smooth orbs, but she didn't mind.
She didn't say a word of objection.  She even bent forward slightly to give
me a better look.  And she didn't mind when my eyes locked right onto her
protruding nipples.  The material clung to her giant rack, and her fit
belly, leading my eyes downward.  She had replaced the denim skirt with a
much thinner one, white with a black pattern on it.  While it wasn't figure
hugging, it was shorter than the other ones, and it had a lot more flow to
it, meaning it moved around a lot more as opposed to just clinging to her
taut legs.  And it showed off a lot of those long, firm gams. 

   "You like it?" she asked, biting her lower lip.  Mom was turning up the
heat, giving me what I wanted to see.

   "Yeah," I replied, sitting back.

   "Does it show off my huge breasts enough for you?" Mom asked
sarcastically, but the fact that she even mentioned her big jugs yet again
was a win for me.

   "Oh yeah." I replied with a grin.  She rolled her eyes, but I could tell
she still liked it.

   She turned to face the mirror, posing a bit, checking out some different
angles of her outfit.  I checked out her profile as she stood next to me,
and damn, she looked fucking good.  Her mammoth jugs were jutting outward.
The tops of them were exposed, and the flesh was so pliant and smooth that
I could see her big boobs rippling with every small move she made.  God,
they looked perky.  And firm.  And massive.  I couldn't stop staring.

   I shook myself and looked up before she could notice my gaze.  But I
then noticed hers.  Even though she was supposed to be looking at her
outfit in the mirror, she was looking at me.  And she wasn't looking at my
handsome face.  No, her eyes were glued to my crotch, staring at my bulge.
I moved slightly, spreading my legs apart to give her a better look, and
this movement made her eyes jump to her own reflection.  She acted like all
was normal, resumed doing what she was supposed to be doing, appraising her
outfit.

   "I like it a lot," Mom said, turning to face me, slightly flustered,
trying to act like she hadn't just checked out her son's dick. 

   "The outfit?" I asked, unable to stop myself. 

   "Yes, the outfit," she stammered, blushing slightly.  She gave no signs
that she had sneaked a peek.  It was pure instinct.  An uncontrollable
urge. If she wasn't thinking about it before, Mom had to be thinking about
impaling her pussy on my thick, beefy cock now.  She had to.  I could just
tell.  "I like seeing more skin." I told her boldly.

   "Oh yeah?" she asked, not objecting to me as much as she would have mere
minutes prior.  She was speaking to me with the teasing lilt of a smitten
teenager, seeking her crush's approval.  The tenor between us had changed.
The dynamic had shifted.  It felt like the room was on a tilt, forcing us
both towards my nice big bed.  My cock and her cunt were on a collision
course, and we were both starting to realize that. 

   I twirled my fingers in the air silently, and she obeyed, spinning
around.  And as she did, the benefits of that skirt were shown off.  As she
did a crisp twirl, her skirt rose slightly, and due to its short length,
that meant I got a quick peek at the underside of her ass cheeks.  And, I
got a peek at the tiny white lace string tucked between those cheeks.  Mom
had changed underwear for me, and she was now wearing a thong.  My dick
pulsed with need, and for a moment I almost let my hunger overtake me.  I
had never pushed things so far with Mom before, but even though I could
sense where this was heading, I wasn't slowing down.  I could feel it.  I
could practically see the future.  She put that thong on for a reason.  To
show it to me.  And if I played my cards right, I would get to see it
fully.

   And yeah, let's just say, I played my cards right.

   "Nice..." I said, not wanting to sound too excited.  Her eyes flashed
with mischief as she looked back at me.  She knew exactly what she was
doing.  So I knew she wouldn't mind when I looked right at her ass.  The
thin dress was draped over her shelf-like rear. 

   "I think this one makes my ass look good...  doesn't it?" she asked,
looking back over her shoulder at me, making it abundantly clear I got the
message to look at her butt.  I almost lost my nerve at how forward she was
being, but I had to play it cool.  I had to be calm and play this right.  I
looked at her thin skirt and made my judgment.  Some of her other outfits
had really got in there and hugged her ass, so this wasn't my favorite one.
Knowing she was in the game now, I took a different approach to get her out
of these clothes. 

   "Yeah, one of my ex's wore something similar.  I really liked it on
her," I stated.

   "Yeah?" Mom asked, looking back at me.

   "Of course, it didn't stay on her too long..." I said boldly, raising my
eyebrows.  She turned away from me and laughed to herself surprised and
kind of impressed by how shamelessly I was speaking to her.  But she didn't
object.  In fact...

   "You know," she began, before turning back to face me with a bit of more
confidence, giving her chest a little extra jiggle as she did.  She looked
at me as my gaze drifted down, staring right at her jutting breasts.  Her
nipples were positively throbbing beneath her top.  I looked back up at
her, her eyes twinkling with amusement.  "I found other outfits deep in my
closet...  stuff I would never wear in public.  Or for your father.  But...
do you wanna see?" she asked.  Our eyes locked, and the tension we were
feeling was apparent.  We both knew where this was going.  We both knew
what game we were playing at.  The unspoken tension between us was boiling
over.

   "Do you know who you're talking to?" I replied with a smirk.  She smiled
wickedly and sauntered away, shaking her ass from side to side
purposefully, again causing her flowy skirt to bounce, offering me teasing
glimpses of her rear.  She gave me one last look before entering her room,
closing the door behind her. 

   In the silence of the moment, I had to think this over.  I didn't know
why I was feeling this emboldened.  I didn't know why I was pushing things
like this.  Maybe it was fate guiding my hand.  Guiding us to bed together.
But I had never been this turned on.  My cock was like iron in my pants. 
Feeling a little sweat on my brow, I wiped it off with my arm and spun
around in my chair.  I suddenly realized how hot I was, temperature wise.
The window was open, and the breeze had died, leaving us to bask in the
sticky heat.  I glanced to my side to the clock.  We were well beyond the
time we had planned to leave.  But me and her were both playing this out,
listening to our base instincts.  Listening to our bodies.  To our urges.
Our needs.

   "So..." Mom said from behind me, making me jump.  "What do you think?" 

   I spun around in my chair, and any glib remark I may have had died on my
lips.  My jaw dropped and my eyes got big. 

   "Holy shit..." I muttered, unable to believe what I was seeing.  Mom
looked filthy!  She was dressed in tight denim booty shorts, just barely
going beyond her crotch, clinging to her so tight I couldn't imagine how
she even got them on.  Her long, firm legs were left exposed, leading down
to her high-heels.  Her flat, sexy midriff was left exposed, the only
interruption being the straps of her thong, riding high on her hips.  My
hungry eyes traveled up her frame, taking in her thin white t-shirt, tied
between her tits, struggling to contain them.  A mile of juicy cleavage was
left exposed to me, leading my eyes upward towards her smirking face.  This
outfit was just pure filth.  My Mom looked trashy hot in all the best ways.
I loved it. 

   "Wow." I said, unable to hide my approval.

   "So, you like it?" she asked, smiling brightly, stepping forwards
slightly, causing her big jugs to jiggle lusciously.  I was staring at my
mom's big breasts, and she knew it, and I didn't care. 

   "Damn, Mom..." I said, shaking my head in awe, my eyes locked on her hot
body.  "You look fucking hot!" 

   I normally wouldn't curse in front of Mom, because she wouldn't normally
let me.  But this time...

   "You really think so?" she asked with a small smile.

   "Jesus, Mom..." I looked right at her chest.  She still had a bra on, a
white lacy number, which matched both her top and the thong she was so
blatantly showcasing for me.  I could see a bit of the lace through the
thin white top, and a hint of her pink nipples. 

   "So, Kyle...  does this outfit really show off my big tits?" Mom asked
with a naughty glint in her eye, her words and her expression sent a
shudder through my bone-hard cock.

   "Oh yeah..." I growled.  "You look...  amazing."

   "How about my ass?" Mom asked, spinning around, turning her back to me
and pushing her butt out at me slightly, showcasing it for me.  The booty
shorts were clinging to her jutting ass, showing off it's perfect shape. 
The round, firm cheeks were bursting to escape their tight denim confines.
The shorts really dug in, showing off each round cheek and the cleft in
between.  Capping off this perfect, trashy image was the obscene
whale-tail, the triangle of the thong showcased proudly above the hem of
her shorts.

   "I love it..." I panted, near out of breath with lust. 

   "Do you think I should wear this to the cookout?" she asked, turning
back to face me and leaning forward slightly, showing off her canyon of
cleavage to me.

   "If you want to get everyone's attention," I replied, unable to stop my
hungry eyes from taking in so much exposed flesh.  Her fit belly.  Her
long, firm, tanned legs.  Her big tits.  God damn...

   "You know..." she began, standing up straight, making her boobs bounce.
"I think this is unfair.  I mean, we've been going over my outfits, but we
haven't talked about yours..." I looked up at her beautiful face,
intrigued.

   "What do you mean?" I asked.

   "I'm not gonna lie...  I'm not too crazy about your outfit either," she
said, looking right at me with a knowing grin.  With a sudden surge of
boldness, I knew what to do.  Before she could react, I stood up, making
her take a step back.

   "Well," I began firmly, reaching down.  "Let me change." I grabbed the
hem of my shirt and pulled it up, exposing my tight belly to Mom.  She
looked down at my exposed torso with wide eyes as I tossed my shirt away.
And then, keeping my eyes right on her, I reached down, and with a firm
tug, yanked my pants down, leaving me clad in only my boxers. 

   Mom's eyes went very wide as she took me in.  Her eyes went straight to
my crotch, where my cock was straining to escape.  The blue material of my
boxers was clinging to my meaty, nine and a half inch cock.  My shaft was
pointed towards my hip, giving Mom a primo view of the full size and shape
of what I was working with.  Her eyes were wide, and her plump smooth lips
were curled up in approval.  I stepped out of my pants and strutted over
towards my closet. 

   "You're right, Mom," I said, turning my back to her as I walked towards
my closet.  "And by the way, I don't know if you noticed, but I can see
your underwear again." I smiled to myself.

   "You can?" she asked, her voice like honey.  I spent a few moments at
the closet before grabbing new clothes out of the closet.  I turned to face
her, and what I saw made the clothes in my hands fall to the floor.

   "How about now?" she asked, posing for me.  Her thin white top and her
dark, denim booty shorts were now on the ground, leaving her standing in
front of me only in her underwear.  My eyes went wide, and she smirked at
my reaction.  "Didn't want this to be unfair."

   I looked down at her hot, luscious body.  I had seen her in a bikini
before, but this was different.  I was supposed to be able to see her in a
bikini.  I wasn't supposed to see her like this.  The lacy white bra was
struggling to contain her big tits, the material digging into the soft
flesh.  Her shoulder straps were digging into her shoulders, the full
weight of those large tits ready to make those straps explode.  The lacy
material was partially see-through, allowing me a small glimpse of pink,
throbbing nipples.

   Down lower, past her flat, fit belly was the material of her small white
thong.  The straps rode high over her hips, converging at her pussy.  The
tiny triangle of material there was scooped low, barely covering her nether
regions.  Through the thin lace, I got a good view of her small, dark,
immaculately groomed landing strip of cunt hair.  And when she reached
down, she tucked her thumbs into the top of her thong, causing it to lower
slightly, revealing just a hint of that landing strip over the top of the
thong.  My cock pulsed with delight at this visual feast. 

   I looked up at her confident face and reached up with two fingers,
indicating for her to spin around for me again.  With a lusty smirk, she
did just that, turning around for me, exposing her long, taut, fit back. 
But my eyes went straight to her ass.  It looked incredible, the shelf-like
cheeks jutting out from her slim frame.  My eyes hungrily looked across the
ripe, firm ass cheeks, so round and perky and smooth.  The tiny white thong
met in a triangle above her ass crack, leading to a string disappearing
between the cheeks.  Her heart-shaped ass was incredible!

   She turned to face me again, her mammoth boobs jiggling as she did.  She
put her hands on her hips and looked me over, but she was struggling to rip
her eyes from my tremendous bulge.  She finally did, looking the rest of me
over. 

   The tension was thick.  We stood in silence, basking in the heat of our
near naked bodies and the sticky heat from outside.  Both of us were
hungrily consuming each others' bodies with our eyes, and we were both
starving.  Finally, our eyes met again.  I looked at her.  She looked at
me, our hunger clear to each other.

   And finally...  we feasted.

   At the same moment, both of us leapt forward, our mouths meeting in a
fiery kiss.  Her plump lips met mine, and our mouths quickly opened.  Her
tongue aggressively slid into my mouth, sliding against mine.  Her smooth,
feminine tongue dueled with my tongue as we swapped spit.  Our mouths were
pressed roughly against each other as we hungrily made out.

   I was making out with my mother.  I was making out with my own mom! 
This was crazy!  She gave birth to me.  She raised me.  She made me my
lunches for school.  She was the one who bought me Christmas gifts, and
filled my Easter basket with candy, and put my money under my pillow as the
tooth fairy.  She drove me to baseball practice.  She cleaned off my cheeks
when I was dirty.  She was my mom! 

   But now, I was a grown up.  I was 18.  And I was seeing the other side
of her.  The adult side of her.  The side of her beyond her motherly smiles
and mom outfits.  The part of her that was an adult woman with needs.  The
side of her that was horny.  The side of her that was hot and sexy and
needed the type of pleasure that a woman with her body was worthy of.  The
side of her that looked at her son with new eyes.  That side which no
longer saw him as the young man she raised, but as a viable sexual partner.
The side of her that was so fucking horny she was willing to fuck her own
son.  And that's where this was going.

   My mom and I were gonna fuck.

   We were acting on raw, boiling, physical lust for each other.  We
weren't thinking about how wrong this was.  How this was a prelude to
full-on incest.  Lust was coursing through our veins, clouding our
thoughts, driving us both towards one inevitable outcome.

   My cock in her pussy.

   While our mouths were busy, our hands were too.  As her big boobs
crushed against my chest, my hands went around her waist, grabbing her ass
roughly, squeezing the bare, perky cheeks.  I wanted to get my hands on
those tits, but the positioning made it awkward.  I could wait.  The moment
would come.  I kept using my hands to grope my mom's hot, jutting ass as I
jammed my tongue down her throat.  And her hands, my own mother's hands,
were only interested in one thing.  My thick, bulging cock.  Her hands slid
between us, sliding down my fit belly, before digging under the hem of my
boxers.  My mom's hand slid into my boxers, and her long, nimble fingers
slid around the root of my dick.

   "Mmmm..." I groaned into her mouth.  She used her other hand to pull
down the hem of my boxers, allowing her to scoop my thick teenage dick out.
Even though my prick was crushed between us, her hand was eagerly stroking
it as best she could.  I pulled her into me, sliding my cock against her
belly, seeking pleasure.  Sensing my overwhelming need, our lips parted.

   "Come on," Mom urged me, spinning me around and moving me towards the
bed.  She pushed me back, forcing me onto the bed, into a seated position.
Her eyes were not leaving my throbbing pillar as she got onto her knees in
front of me.  Still looking at my massive organ, she reached up and tugged
my boxers down my legs, pulling them off and tossing them aside casually.
She moved between my knees, bringing her hand forward and sliding her
fingers back onto my bulging prick. 

   "Oh my God." I moaned out, letting my head roll slightly.

   "Jesus..." she sighed as she began to stroke my pulsing cock.  "I
thought you might have a big one, but holy shit!"

   "You like it?" I asked, trying to still be cool with my mom on her knees
in front of me, jacking my cock.

   "You have no idea how long I've wanted to get my hands on this fucking
massive cock!" she said excitedly, now using both hands to stroke my
throbbing prick.  "How long I've wanted to jack you off!"

   "Mmm..." I groaned, squirming to her expert touch.  Hearing my mom talk
like this was so fucking hot!

   "God damn..." she said softly, admiring my cock from up close, gazing at
the swollen shaft and the thick, angry mushroom tip, which was already
leaking my sperm.  I felt her eyes drifting down to my nuts, hungrily
admiring my swollen sack.  She looked up at my pleasure ridden face and
smiled.  "I can't believe we're doing this!" she said with a nervous
giggle.

   "You're so fucking hot, Mom," I told her, not giving her time to
reconsider by stroking her ego as she energetically stroked my cock.  On
her knees in front of me, her massive jugs pushing outward, barely
contained by her bra, her long taut back and her round, jutting ass adorned
in that thong...  she looked incredible. 

   "You're not so bad, either," she tittered, firmly stroking my prick. 
For some reason, my eyes drifted to the clock, and I noted the time.

   "But Mom...  we're gonna be late to the cookout!" I said with a smirk.

   "You think I fucking care?" Mom asked with a wicked smirk.  "Your father
can go schmooze at the party...  and while he's doing that, I'll be doing
this." Before I could react, Mom leaned down and slid her mouth around my
thick teenage cock.

   "Holy shit!" I called out in shock.  I watched my mom's open mouth
descend over my swollen, girthy shaft, taking in half of it in one smooth
movement.  "Ahhhh!  Fuck yes!" I said as I felt my mom's plump lips wrapped
around my throbbing meat.  Holy shit!  She was doing it!  Mom was sucking
my big fucking cock!  And it felt so fucking good!  Jesus!  I felt her
tongue against the underside of my cock, massaging it lovingly, savoring
it. She looked up at me as she began slowly bobbing up and down.  "That's
it...  suck my cock, Mom!  Yes!"

   Mom's eyes twinkled in joy as she inhaled my hard cock like a fucking
slut, smoothly taking the top half of my heat in and out of her mouth. 
With her hand, she stroked the remaining half of my pulsing weapon, making
sure every inch of my cock was well taken care of, like a good mom should.
She sucked me with fervor, with hunger, as if she'd been starving for cock
for far too long.  She savored it with her mouth, with her soft lips, with
her tongue, giving my thick teenage prick the worship it deserved.  After a
minute of this, she pulled her mouth from my prick, detaching her swollen
lips from her son's cock. 

   "Jesus..." Mom moaned out, eyes glassy with lust as bands of spit
connected the head of my cock to her panting mouth.  "This is the best
fucking cock!  Oh my God!" She then dipped her face forward, attaching her
mouth to my large nuts. 

   "Ahhh!" I called out, feeling my mom's tongue massaging my balls.  She
took one of my nuts in between her lips, sucking on it lightly, sliding her
eager tongue over my sperm-filled nut.  She repeated the same treatment to
the other testicle, fully worshipping my balls.  Once they were
sufficiently covered with spit, she detached her lips from my nuts before
taking my dick back into her mouth.  She brought her palm up to my sack,
massaging my spit-covered balls in her hand as she inhaled my cock.  Spit
was leaking down my shaft as she sucked me off vigorously.  She was really,
really into this.

   I looked up across the room, gazing at our reflections in the mirror. 
Between the piles of clothes on my floor, and my stuff haphazardly strewn
about, there I was, naked, sitting on my bed, my mostly naked mom between
my legs.  Her head bobbing in my lap, her hair grazing over my thighs.  Her
thong-clad ass pointed right at the mirror, the perfect round cheeks being
showcased while parting slightly, displaying the tiny string bisecting
them.

   "That's it, Mom.  Suck my cock!" I told her, smirking slightly.  I put
my hand on the back of her head as Mom focused on sucking me off.  My cock
was tingling in her mouth she was sucking me so well.  She brought her
palms back to my thighs, digging into them with her nails with her head
pointing straight down, vigorously sucking my dick.  "Yes!  I knew it...  I
knew you wanted this!  Yes!  Every fucking time I teased you.  Flirted with
you.  Checked you out!  Every fucking time, I knew you wanted to do this!
To get on your knees and suck my fucking cock!  Yes!"

   Mom pulled her mouth off my cock with a pop.  My shaft was seriously
coated with her spit, glazed with her, her heated saliva stretching between
it and her mouth in viscous bands.  She energetically stroked my rock hard
pillar as she looked up at me. 

   "And I was thinking the same thing..." she said with a smirk, stroking
my manhood.  "I mean, it's so wrong.  So messed up, but...  Jesus, you're
so fucking hard!  It's so wrong to be doing this, and...  shit, you're cock
feels so good in my hand.  But, God.  I can't stop thinking about it.  And
whenever I caught you staring at me, I imagined doing this..." She then
slid her hand off my throbbing prick with a flourish and stood up in front
of me.  I looked up at her as she looked down at me with a wicked grin.  My
eyes widened as she reached behind her back.  I watched, committing every
moment to memory, as Mom unsnapped her bra for me.  Her breasts jumped
forward slightly as the fabric loosened, and finally, after holding the
garment in place for a moment, she whipped it off tossing her bra to the
side recklessly, exposing her big tits to me for the first time.

   "Holy shit!" I called out in shock.  It was surreal.  I was looking
right at my mom's big naked breasts.  She was showing them off for me, and
I was staring.  They were the best tits I had ever seen, and it wasn't even
close.  My MOM had the best pair of breasts I had ever seen.  It was crazy!
The looked even bigger bare than they had stuffed in her bra.  They were
massive.  They jutted out, perfectly round and perfect.  The satiny breast
flesh was evenly tanned and smooth.  Her hard nipples were throbbing,
pointed outward, the hard nubs calling to me.  Her mammoth boobs were so
large they pressed against each other, forming a natural fault line of
juicy cleavage.  They were perkier than they had any right to be, and the
soft, smooth, dense flesh was calling to me.  I need to get my hands on
those tits.  And I would get my wish very shortly.

   As I was mesmerized by her humongous rack, she bent over, letting me
watch those big udders bouncing against each other while she reached down,
slipped her fingers into her thong and tugged them down, letting them fall
to the floor.  Mom stood up, now completely naked, all for me.  I hadn't
gotten a peek before but now, looking at my own mom's naked cunt, I was
stunned into silence.  No glib remark.  No cocky smirk.  I was mesmerized,
gazing at my mom's slim, sexy landing strip, complementing the smooth,
taut, puffy lips.  I looked up at her smiling face, grinning wickedly,
happy to see me so enraptured by her hot naked body.

   "Do you like my big tits, honey?" Mom asked, reaching up to squeeze her
own breasts, the soft flesh pouring through her fingers.

   "Oh yeah..." I replied, unable to pull my eyes from her naked boobs. 

   "I thought you would," she said softly, looking down at her own tits. 
"You ever been with a girl with breasts as big as mine?" she asked, cupping
them.

   "No...  none of them." I stated, enraptured.

   "Have you ever seen a pair this big?" Mom asked, her fingers pinching
her nipples lightly as she groped herself. 

   "No..." I said simply, shaking my head.  "Your tits are amazing.  Way
better than all my girlfriends.  Way better than anyone!  I always stared
at them..."

   "And I always liked it..." she replied, biting her lip, eyes blazing
with heat.  "Now lay back baby," she said, sauntering forward, her jiggling
tits still holding my gaze as she lightly pushed me to my back on my bed
before pausing in place, hand still on my bare chest, having one last
moment of reconsideration.  There was just enough time for her to pause and
reflect, and wonder if we should be doing this.  Dammit!  "This is crazy!
You're my son.  I'm your mother.  This is so fucking wrong!  We should SO
not be doing this, but...  I'm so goddamn horny.  I need sex!  I mean, you
have no idea how badly I need it...  and so do you, obviously," she said,
eyeing my exposed, swollen package.  "Jesus, you're big..." she said
softly, eyes locked on my teenage prick before looking back up at me. 
"Lame business parties...  that's your dad's thing.  I'd much rather spend
my free time in the bedroom, getting fucked till I can't think straight,
but he doesn't feel the same, clearly.  And I bet you'd rather be balls
deep in some hot slut than over at the cookout."

   "And I want you to be that slut, Mom." I said, causing her to smile and
roll her eyes.

   "How sweet." she said sarcastically, but she wasn't too bothered as her
eyes fell back onto my bulging cock.  She bit her lip as she stared at it.
She sat on the bed next to me, making those big jugs bounce.  I had to get
my hands on them.  I had missed out on an opportunity before, and I wasn't
gonna miss out now that I was so close.

   "Mom..." I began, knowing I would have to give her one last push.  "I
want this.  And you do too.  I know it's wrong...  I know it's fucked up...
but that's what makes it better.  Doesn't it?" 

   "Yeah..." she sighed, still eyeing my cock, reaching forward to put her
hand back on it, stroking me slowly.

   "You've already sucked your son's big dick, and you loved it, didn't
you?" I asked

   "Yeah..." she repeated, biting her lip as she jacked me off, my
impressive size wearing down her defenses.

   "We've come too far to stop now.  You think we can just get up, put our
clothes on, and act like this never happened?" I began slowly.  She glanced
at me, pulling her eyes from my prick for a few moments as she continued
stroking me.  "You think that...  mmm, that's it, Mom, keep stroking it,
just like that...  we'll keep looking at each other, wondering what if...
wondering what would have happened if we had just gone through it.  If we
had the balls to do it.  To just go through with it and fuck!  Yeah... 
that's it.  Yes...  damn!  Jack my fucking prick!  Let's just do it, Mom.
Let's just fuck!  Let's just do it once, and just get it out of our
systems! Let's do all the nasty, fucked up shit we've both been thinking
about, because, we have BOTH been thinking about this for a while.  Let's
just do this thing.  Let's have sex, right here, in my bed.  Slide your
pussy onto my big fucking cock, put those big tits in my face, and let's
get down to business."

   Mom kept languidly stroking my pulsing weapon, still gazing at it
lovingly, before she looked up at me one more time, her expression vague.

   Then...  she smiled.

   "You do have a silver tongue," she said warmly, pulling her hand off my
big dick and moving to straddle me.  "You're right, baby...  let's just
fucking do it!  Let's just do what we've both wanted to do for a long
time," she stated, kneeling on the bed, straddling my crotch, her gorgeous
face painted with lust.  She grabbed my dick again, pointing it upward
towards her waiting pussy.  "You've been staring at my big tits for years!"
Mom stated as I kept staring at her big tits.  "And I've been desperate to
get my brains fucked out for way too fucking long.  Let's just do it. 
We'll do it once, just once...  and we'll do it hard...  and we'll do it
right.  I just hope you're up for the challenge," she said, sliding the
head of my prick against the outside of her ready cunt.  Then she looked up
at me and gave me a nut-bustingly filthy smirk as her tone suddenly turned.
"Because, Kyle...  your mom needs to get fucked!  And we are not stopping
till I'm satisfied."

   Mom then dropped down, and the head of my cock slid into her pussy.

   "Shit!" I called out, groaning in pleasure. 

   "God damn..." she sighed before flexing a bit, taking more of my shaft
inside her tight pussy.  Holy shit!  My cock was inside my mother's cunt!
And it felt so fucking good!  Jesus!  "Fuck, you're fucking big!" Mom
moaned out, eyes closed, as she sighed in pleasure.  My head fell back and
my body was tensed as my cock slid deeper and deeper into my own mother's
waiting pussy.  My hand slid up to her hips, gripping her soft skin as she
took over half my length, helping her along. 

   "Jesus, Mom..." I grunted as she kept going, eager to take more of my
length.  "Most of the other girls give up around here..." I stated, feeling
Mom's tight, smothering mature cunt squeezing the life out of my teenage
meat. 

   "Well, I'm not most girls," she said with a teasing smile, pausing on
her journey to take my full length, swiveling on the top two thirds of my
shaft.  I looked down and saw her juices dripping down the remainder of my
cock, getting it ready.  "And if I'm gonna fuck my own son's big cock, then
I want to get my money's worth," she said with a purr, before scrunching
her eye shut as she impaled herself on another inch of my weapon.  "Jesus,
Kyle...  how fucking big are you?"

   "Nine and a half inches..." I boasted with a cocky smirk.  "Nine and
three quarters on a good day."

   "Well, it certainly feels like a good day.  Jesus..." Mom moaned out,
pushing her squeezing, ready cunt down around my driving weapon, her juices
coating my meat.  "God damn!  Fuck, you're big!  But I want it!  I want
every fucking inch!  You have no idea how bad I need a big fat cock inside
me!  Yes!" I winced as a ripple of pleasure traveled through me.  She
paused, and it seemed like I hit rock bottom with a few inches left outside
of her.  "No...  NO!  I can do it!  I can fucking take it!  Those other
little sluts are quitters!  I can fucking take a fat cock!  I know it!" she
spat out, angling her hips so she could find more space inside of her. 
Finally, she found enough room and forced herself down, and somehow, as her
ass came to rest against me, she took my entire weapon inside her up to the
root.  "FUCK!" Mom screamed out, wiggling on my lap as she adjusted to my
impressive size.  I squirmed beneath her as I felt every square inch of my
cock being squeezed perfectly.  She ground against me, her cunt flexing
around my swollen penis.  Her tight pussy was driving me crazy, and I
clenched my jaw to fight off losing it right here at the start.  I fought
through the worst of it as Mom's pussy spasmed on my pole, her cunt not
used to such a sizable weapon.  "Mmm, this is the biggest fucking cock I've
ever had.  Fuck!"

   "You like that dick?" I asked, savoring having my ego stroked as my
mother's pussy adjusted to my size.

   "Mmm-hmm," she affirmed, her eyes lidded with pleasure.  "It's the best
cock ever!  With a cock that big, it's no wonder you're cocky enough to
flirt with your own mom.  Yes!"

   "Oh, you like my flirting" I replied, my cock pulsing in her dripping
snatch as she continued her slow, agonizing grinding.

   "I like it because you're fucking hot and you always had a nice, fat,
juicy bulge in your pants," she said with a smile, swiveling slowly on my
post.  "A HUGE fucking bulge...  YES!"

   "Mmmm...  fuck!  And you know why I like flirting with you?" I asked
through gritted teeth and with a raised eyebrow as she flexed her ass,
grinding against me, squeezing her tight cunt around me hard.

   "Why's that?" Mom asked, knowing the answer, daring me to reply as she
jutted out her chest, her beautiful face painted with naked lust.

   "Because I have a mom who always marches around the house in tight tops
clinging to her big fucking boobs," I said bluntly.  "Don't act like you
didn't want me staring at your fucking porn star tits.  Don't act like you
didn't like it!" She smiled lustily at me, giving me confirmation for a
long held suspicion of mine.  Despite acting otherwise normal, my mother
loved it when I stared at her chest.  She loved catching me staring at her
perfect, smooth canyon of cleavage.  She enjoyed having her own son gawk at
her massive, round, perky tits. 

   Confidently, knowing this was finally the time, I reached up and slapped
my hands against Mom's big naked tits.  I dug my fingers into the soft
flesh, squeezing her big tits firmly.  Mom sighed and let her head fall
back as I groped her bulbous jugs.  I had my hands on my own mom's big
boobs, and Jesus, they were fucking perfect.  Soft, and smooth, and
luscious...  they felt amazing in my palms.  I couldn't get enough,
squeezing them over and over again.  The soft, doughy flesh was pouring
through my fingers. 

   "Mmm...  feel them, baby!  Feel up your own mom's big tits!" Mom moaned
out as I squeezed her breasts.  "I love it!  So good...  every time you
looked at them...  when you looked at my big boobs, or stared at my
cleavage, I imagined those big strong hands on me...  feeling them,
squeezing them!  Yes!  God, it turns me on when someone so your age stares
at me!  Gawk at me!  I love when men stare at me, but I got so hot when you
did it!  I loved making your big cock as hard as steel.  I always knew I
looked good when you would gawk at me!  I got so hot knowing you were
probably jacking off and firing off gallons of cum thinking about me! 
Yes!"

   Mom let me feel up her enormous rack for a few moments, squeezing my
post with her grasping cunt as I groped every square inch of her big boobs,
sliding my hands all over the smooth, silky skin.  Finally, Mom slid her
hands to my wrists, grabbing them, and with a jerk pulled them from her
chest, slamming them onto the bed near my head.  This motion allowed all
but the head of my turgid penis to escape the loving embrace of her
dripping snatch.  My eyes flashed with lust as she leaned over, her face
over mine, her big jugs hanging down, her hard nipples nearly grazing my
chest, her cunt poised at the end of my dick. 

   "No more talk..." she said, her eyes blazing with lust.  "I didn't march
up here, rip off my clothes, and impale myself on your fucking baseball bat
so we could talk!  I came up here because I thought I could get a rough,
nasty fuck out of you!  So are you just gonna lie here, or are we gonna do
it?!" My eyes blazed with raw, naked heat as she dared me to make her
scream.  "Now we don't have much time, so let's get down to business!" 

   I wasn't gonna wait another second.  Grabbing her hips, I slid my full
length back up inside her in one smooth, quick motion.

   "AHHH!  Shit!" she screamed out as I filled her needy pussy.  She pushed
herself back, forcing my hips down, my bare ass pressing against the
mattress as she ground herself against me.  She then lifted herself up, and
this time we drove into each other, our bodies colliding in a meaty slap.

   "Guhhh!" Mom grunted.

   "Shit!" I called out.  I slid my shaft out of her, up to the tip, before
driving it back up into her.

   "Ughhh!" Mom groaned.  I started to work up a slow rhythm, driving up
into her.  She met my rhythm with her own, driving down into me as I fucked
up into her.  Mom put her hands on my chest and pushed herself up as she
kept bouncing her cunt up and down my thick bare cock.  Her straightened
arms pushed her watermelons outward, luring my hands with the promise of
pure softness.  I pulled my hands from her hips and slapped them onto her
big tits again, squeezing them.  My fingers dug into her luscious, smooth
flesh, before my fingers captured her hard nipples, twisting them lightly.

   "Ahhh!  YES!  That's it, hon!" Mom said, driving down into me more
quickly.  I tweaked her nipples harder, spurring her into speeding up. 
"Mmmmmm.  God!  Yes!  Fuck!" Mom moaned, our bodies slapping together.

   "You like that, Mom?" I asked.  "You like having your own son twisting
your nipples?"

   "YES!" Mom moaned out, her gorgeous face a mask of pure bliss.  "God
yes! I'm such a fucking slut!  Riding my son's big, fat, amazing cock while
letting him feel up my big tits!  Yes!  I can't believe we're doing this,
but it feels so good!  Fuck yes!" She screamed out in pleasure, slamming
herself down on my big cock. 

   "Do you do this for Dad?" I asked with a knowing smirk, groping her big
jugs, digging my fingers into the soft, smooth skin as she rode me.

   "No!  Never!" Mom called out, riding me at a good pace.  "Your father
spends all his energy at work.  Doesn't save any of it to fuck me.  Not
like you, baby.  Shit!  Yes...  so good!  You're fucking lazy...  you're
messy...  fuck...  you spent way too much time at parties chasing girls
than trying to get in to a good school...  God!  Too busy working on that
sexy fucking tan or chiseling out those tasty muscles to get a real job! 
UGH!  And you're a fucking cocky little shit!  YES!  But goddamn I always
knew you could fuck!  I just fucking knew it!  Your big, fat cock was hard
as a fucking brick every goddamn day.  It was so easy to see...  God!  UGH!
And with the way you stared at my tits, I knew you'd be down to get nasty
at the drop of a fucking hat!  Jesus!  Yes!" She slammed herself down onto
me, her ass slamming into my thighs.

   I gripped her big boobs roughly and groaned as Mom exposed her true
thoughts about me.  As my mother exposed all my failings as a son in her
eyes, I looked down to see her tight, dripping pussy clinging to my thick,
swollen cock.  The taut, stretched lips wrapped around my shaft, sliding up
and down as her deep, heavenly, mature cunt swallowed my full length again
and again, giving me the most intense pleasure she could.  The greatest sex
of my life, and hers.  Did her criticism affect me?  Fuck no!  Trust me,
I'd been called far worse.  And, clearly, my failings didn't bother her
either.  Every criticism she made didn't matter to her when compared to my
raw sexual appeal.  Yeah, I was a bit lazy, and yeah, I was messy, and
yeah, I wasn't the most ambitious young man in the world, but that didn't
matter to Mom.  Not really.  What mattered more was that I had a cute face.
And hard abs.  And a nice butt.  And a fat cock.  That was enough to erase
those minor criticisms.  That was why, despite all those bad things, those
negatives, my gorgeous mother ended up right here, in my bed, in my messy
room, bare-ass naked and riding my big cock for all it was worth. 

   And she was loving it.

   "Oh God!  Yes!  This is so fucking good!  I love it!  I fucking love it!
You're so big!" Mom marveled.

   "Do you love my dick, Mom?" I said, driving up into her, sliding my hand
down to smack her ass.  "Do you?"

   "Jesus...  yes!  I know it shouldn't matter to a mom how big her son's
dick is, but holy shit!  Your cock is AMAZING!  My son has the best fucking
cock ever!  YES!  I love it!" Mom screamed out.

   "You like having a son with a big fat dick?" I asked.

   "Yeah, baby!  Yes!  I'm so fucking proud that my son has a monster
fucking cock!  Yes!" Mom moaned.

   I had one hand on her big breast, groping it fervently, as the other one
jiggled freely, bouncing around like crazy as we fucked.  My gaze was
locked on her chest, and she definitely noticed. 

   "Do you like my big tits, darling?" Mom asked.  I brought my hand back
up and squeezed her other huge breast, digging my fingers into them.

   "They're amazing!" I groaned out, driving my pulsing shaft into her
clutching snatch at a quick pace.  "You have the biggest fucking tits I've
ever seen, Mom!" I told her, giving them a firm squeeze.

   "Bigger than those little sluts you bring home?" she asked with a
knowing smirk.

   "Yes!  Mom...  you have better tits than any of the girls from school!"
I told her, stroking her ego as she rode my cock.  This admission made her
smile.  I pulled my hands from her big, squishy tits just so I could watch
them bounce above me lusciously.  My mother's soft, silky, heavy, naked
udders jiggled and bounced as she rode my dick like a total slut. 
Uninhibited, lustful, letting out years of unbridled sexual need on my
teenage prick. 

   "Fuck, you're so huge!" she moaned out, riding me from balls to tip on
every bounce.  Mom's nails were digging into my chest as she bounced on my
rock hard staff.  "Yes!  You have the biggest, fucking, best cock I've ever
had.  FUCK YES!" she screamed out in pleasure, her juices dripping down my
post. 

   "Damn, Mom...  fuck..." I groaned.  "I never knew you could be so
fucking nasty in bed!  Not like all those other girls...  I fucking love
it!" I said with a wolfish grin. 

   "Those young girls wouldn't know what to do with a cock like this," Mom
stated, her ass slamming into my thighs, the sweat on her perfect form
giving her naked body a bronzy sheen.  "Moms like me do, though.  That's
it! Yes!  That's so fucking good!  Yes...  all we think about is dick! 
Big, thick, tasty dick!  YES!  Ugh fuck!  You have no fucking idea how
fucking horny I've been...  YES!"

   "So horny you'd fuck your own son?" I said, reaching up to grope her
huge sweaty tits again, feeling the soft flesh against my fingers.

   "Yes!"

   "So horny you'd play dress up just to show off your hot body for your
own son?"

   "Jesus!  YES!" Mom screamed out.  I watched her fit belly writhing as
she rode me, her navel undulating hypnotizingly for me.

   "You wanted this...  mmm...  you wanted this to happen from the start.
Yes...  you just wanted to get in your son's pants.  To convince your own
son to scoop his big dick out of his pants and show it to you.  Didn't
you...  DIDN'T YOU?" I screamed out, squeezing her tits more firmly.

   "YES!  YES!  FUCK!" Mom screamed out, heaving herself down at me, our
sweaty bodies slamming into each other.  "I'm such a nasty whore!  Riding
my son's big cock so those little sluts don't get to.  So good!  So Goddamn
good!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  YES!  YES!  YES!  YES!  UHHH FUCK!" Her body was
tremoring with need as she rode me harder and faster.  "I'm gonna cum,
baby! I'm gonna cum on my son's huge cock!  Holy shit!  Yes!  YES!  Fuck!
Yes!  YES!  YES!  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  AHHHH!  FUCK!  FUCK!  SHIT!  YES! 
YES!  YES!  YES!  AHHHH!  AHHHHH!  YES!  YES!  YES!  UGHHHH! 
YYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS."

   My entire body clenched as Mom's pussy tightened around the full length
of my iron bar lodged inside her.  Her cunt gripped my cock like a vise,
flexing around me in waves as she came, her juices splashing against my
nuts as she ground against me. 

   "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Mom chanted, her eyes
clenched shut as waves of pleasure coursed through her luscious body.  Her
ass slid against my thighs as she rode out her climax, her body shivering
with pleasure.  Her nipples were throbbing in my hands, scratching my palms
as I dug into her boobs roughly. 

   I did my best to resist losing it completely and letting my cock explode
deep inside her.  I normally had pretty excellent self-control, but this
was my own MOM cumming on my aching dick.  This was on a whole new level of
pleasure.  I writhed beneath her as she quivered on top of me.

   "Ahhhhh!" Mom called out, her head falling back, screaming to the
heavens, exposing her long, slim neck, letting her long chestnut hair hang
down behind her.  "Soooooooo gooooood!  YES!" Mom screamed loudly.  Her
tight, clutching pussy was driving me crazy, making my balls boil, coaxing
me towards the edge, until finally, just as I was about to lose it.

   "Ahhhhhhhh..." Mom sighed, her head falling forward, in a daze, her
pussy's grip on me loosening slightly, letting my balls simmer.  As she was
about to fall forward, her hands returned to my chest, gripping my pecs,
propping herself up, not letting herself collapse onto me.  I watched her
gasp for breath, her huge boobs rising and falling.  Her hair fell forward,
obscuring her face as she recovered.  Her cunt was still smothering my full
length, leaking her copious juices onto my balls.  Mom stayed on top of me
for a few minutes as I lied beneath her, my tower still standing proud,
buried inside her.  I was about to move to act, but she beat me to it.

   One of Mom's hands rose from my chest, reaching up to pull her hair back
so she could look down at me.  When I saw her face again, her look was
almost unrecognizable.  My nice, friendly, normal Mom was giving me the
horniest, filthiest look imaginable.  Her eyes flashed with mischief as
they blazed with heat and lust for me.  Her smooth lips were parted as she
gasped with lust, and her hair looked wild as she looked at me like her
next meal.  Damn, she was fucking sexy.  I lied there, unsure of what she
had in mind.

   "Move up..." she whispered, pushing me up the bed.  I crawled up the
bed, with her still on top of me.  She coaxed me to keep moving back till I
was sitting up against the headboard.  Finally, she was satisfied, getting
on her knees in front of me, sliding down so my still pulsing dick was
buried all the way inside her.  She put her slim arms around my neck and
looked right at me and gave me a motherly smile, tinged with lust.  Then,
she brought her lips to mine.

   Our mouths met once again, our tongues dueling with a slow languid
passion.  Her soft lips were against mine as we made out, our mouths
sucking at each other as we battled for control using our tongues.  I made
out with Mom for a few moments, her pussy still squeezing my aching prick,
coating it with her copious juices.  She pulled her lips from mine, spit
connecting our mouths, as she pulled herself in close, moving her lips to
my ear.

   "I've never cum so hard in my life!" she whispered hotly.

   "My pleasure..." I replied with a confident smirk as I felt her heavy,
sweat-covered breasts pressing up against my chest.

   "Mmm...  not yet," she said, squeezing my bone hard prick with her
pussy. "I want to return the favor..." Mom whispered, kissing my ear
softly. "I want to make you cum, Kyle.  You hear me, baby?  Your mom wants
to make that gorgeous, perfect, MASSIVE teenage cock explode with the most
giant wad of sticky cum possible!  So...  I'm gonna fuck your fucking
brains out," she said, giving my earlobe another kiss.  "I'm gonna ride
your big cock till you can't see straight.  And while I do that, I'm gonna
shove my big tits in your face, and just fucking drown you with my boobs.
And while I do that, I'm gonna scream out the naughtiest, most fucked-up
shit I can think of, until you just can't take it anymore!  Until you can't
hold back and you just HAVE to cum!  How does that sound, baby?" She ground
against my post, squeezing my full length with her dripping snatch while
she slid her big naked breasts against my chest. 

   I reached down to grope her perfect round butt.  As I squeezed the warm,
sweaty cheeks of her bare ass, I gave her the cockiest grin I could manage.

   "Sounds good, Mom, but...  do you think you can get the job done?  I've
hooked up with a lot of girls.  Do you think can do all the things they
did? Can you really get me off good and hard like they did?" I boasted. 
Her eyes flashed at this bold claim.  "You can give me your best, but I bet
I turn you into a screaming, quivering mess long before you can get the job
done..." I was spouting total bullshit, to be honest, but I sensed she
would enjoy my brash teenage arrogance.  I wanted to piss her off.  I
wanted her angry.  I wanted to question her just so she could try to prove
me wrong with a good, angry fuck.  And I was proved correct, as her eyes
went wide with lust and her lips curled into a wicked smile.

   "Oh yeah?" she said, sensing the tenor of the game changing, raising a
perfectly plucked eyebrow at me as she lifted herself up, leaving only the
head of my prick inside her.  "Well, I'm planning to fucking destroy your
big fucking cock, and honey...  you have no idea what your dear old Mom is
capable of.  I'm gonna give you the best fuck ever!" She said, this bold
claim sending a jolt of lust through me.  But I couldn't let her see me be
affected.  So, I simply smiled, pulled my hands from her butt, and rested
my arms on the headboard, sitting back like a king on his throne, waiting
for her to act.

   And...  she acted.

   Mom lifted herself up then quickly drove herself down, taking my entire
length once more, her pussy squeezing at my swollen weapon.  I groaned in
pleasure, closing my eyes as I tried to withstand the pressure and tried to
keep up my veneer.  I was about to look up at her with a smirk, but the
game had moved on beyond that point already.  As I moved to look at her
gorgeous face, I found myself facing her big, bare breasts.  And they were
on a collision course with me.

   "You..." I began, but my words were interrupted by my mom's big tits
slamming into my face, smothering my face with perfect, squishy softness.
Anything else I had to say was muffled by her deep cleavage.  I tried to
pull back slightly, only to feel Mom's arm curl around my neck, holding me
in place as she shoved her huge breasts against my face.

   "No more talk, hon," Mom said, sliding her mammoth breasts over my
handsome features as she bounced up and down my post.  "Just take it, baby.
You just stay right there and let your mom take control.  Let your own mom
shove her big tits in your face while she fucks your fucking brains out!"
She stated, with a new, firmer tone to her voice.  Mom began fucking me
faster, her butt colliding with my thighs.  She kept my face in place
against her huge breasts.  As she bounced up and down, she shook her chest
back and forth, sliding her fleshy tits over me, the smooth, satiny flesh
dragging across my face.  I felt weighed down by her massive udders as she
rested them on me, letting her soft breasts mold to my face.  Muffled
groans of pleasure escaped my mouth, obscured by her mammoth, smooth chest.

   "What's wrong, baby?" Mom asked with a snarl.  "Can't you handle this?"
She kept bouncing roughly, fucking me into the bed.  "See what happens when
you do what you're told, baby?" Mom asked as her pussy swallowed my thick
prick over and over in smooth, rhythmic bounces.  "Mmmm...  yeah...  fuck!
You do as you're told...  and you make Mom happy.  Very happy...  and
horny. Ughhh...  fuck!  I think you'll start keeping your room spotless,
knowing that getting my big tits in your face could be your reward!  Haha!
SHIT!" Mom screamed out in pleasure as she rode me, her big boobs jiggling
as they rested on my face. 

   Drowning in such softness was incredible.  The sensation of her warm,
fleshy, naked tits pressed firmly against my face, scrubbing it with pure,
divine softness, was fucking insanely hot.  I could feel Mom's nipples
scratching against my cheeks.  I shook my head against her boobs, reveling
in the softness.  But, as great as it was, I was in need of precious air. I
took small gasps when I could, pulling air through the canyon of cleavage,
but it wasn't enough.  This, combined with her clutching cunt driving my
cock wild with its supreme tightness, had me squirming beneath her.

   "Ugh...  fuck!  You love it!  Yes!  You fucking love it!  You've been
dreaming of this!  UGH!  Drowning in my big fucking tits!" Mom screamed
out. I kept groaning beneath her, getting lightheaded.  Mom, sensing my
peril, pulled back, sliding her huge tits off my face.

   "You alright, baby?" Mom asked mockingly, sensing she was in control as
she kept bouncing on me, making her big boobs ripple.  I gasped for breath
and looked up at her.

   "Is that all you got?" I asked with a smirk.

   "Okay," she began angrily, tugging me forward by the neck, pulling me
face-first into her rack once again.  But this time, she aimed with
precision, filling my open, panting mouth with her hard nipple.  "AHHH! 
Yes, that's it baby...  put that mouth to good use.  Suck my tits, hon...
YES!  UGHH!  Yeah!  Fuck!" Mom moaned out as I sucked on her nipple.  I
worshipped the hard nub with my mouth, my lips encircling it, forming a
tight seal as I sucked, my tongue rotating around the rubbery cap before
flicking it.  "Ahhh!  Yes!  Fuck, you suck my tits so good!  I knew you
would!  Yes!" Mom screamed out as she leaned forward, seemingly trying to
force her entire breast into my mouth.  Her pussy was unrelenting as she
bounced, driving my big cock crazy.

   As my air got short, Mom pulled her nipple from my mouth, giving me a
few seconds respite before replacing it with the other.  As I gave the same
worship to this nipple that I gave to the other, I reached forward and
cupped her big breasts, squeezing them firmly.

   "Mmmm...  you love my big tits, don't you?" Mom asked, my mouth sucking
her hard nipple.  "You just can't stop thinking about the contents of your
mother's bra!  Haha!  Ugh fuck!  They're so fucking big!  They get in the
way!  Fuck!  My back gets sore lugging these suckers around every day! 
Shit!  Yes!  On hot days they get all sweaty!  Fuck!  But seeing my hot
stud teenage stud staring at them, watching them bounce and jiggle... 
fuck...  it makes it all worth it!  Yes!  You're so big and strong, and you
can have any girl, but you can't stop staring at your own mom's chest! 
Haha...  yeah.  That's it, suck my tits, babe!  Ahhhh!  Shit!" she groaned
out as I pumped up into her.  "Right there!  UGH!  Fuck!  Haha...  you try
to focus on all those hot little things at the beach...  but it's your
mom's enormous rack that makes your dick throb!  Isn't it?  I can feel how
hard you are for me.  Tell me...  tell me, you son of a bitch!  Tell me...
AHHHHHHH FUCK!" Mom screamed as I looked up at her, biting her hard nipple.
She bounced a bit harder at this, spurred onward.  She pulled her nipple
from my mouth with a pop, wrapped both arms around my head and pulled my
face between her huge jugs again.

   "AHHHHH!  FUCK!" Mom screamed out as she rode my pulsing cock, taking my
full length with every bounce.  My cock was almost numb with pleasure, this
felt so good.  And it was truly coated with her slick juices, allowing her
to smoothly bounce at a rapid pace.  I scrubbed my face into her sweaty
breasts, savoring their softness.

   I looked to the side of the room as Mom kept bouncing up and down, her
big, naked, sweaty tits sliding against the side of my face.  I looked
right at the mirror, watching me and Mom in action.  Mom and me, coated
with sweat as we fucked.  Mom, clutched in close to me, pulling my face
into her big tits as she rode my thick cock.  I could see my large weapon,
shiny with her juices as it somehow slid in and out of her small, tight
cunt, giving me indescribable pleasure.  I could see Mom, her hair mussed,
her beautiful face twisted in lusty glee, looking like a wild, nasty slut
as she fucked me roughly.  She looked incredible.  And I could see my own
face, gasping and coated with her breast-sweat, but I couldn't hide the
excitement I was feeling, smiling as Mom's huge boobs were pressed up
against my face. 

   Bliss.

   But, unfortunately, this bliss was short lived.  With a sudden move, Mom
stopped her bouncing, pulled her sweaty breasts from my face and grabbed my
chin between her fingers, directing my gaze upward.

   "You will fucking pay attention as I fuck your fucking brains out!" Mom
screamed out, with the wrath only a mother could have.  Then she moved down
and stuck her tongue down my throat.  Our mouths attacked each other,
dueling for control as we kissed savagely.  Our tongues mashed together as
we swapped spit.  After a few moments of extended Frenching, she pulled her
mouth from mine with a gasp.

   "That all you got?" I asked again in a daze, certainly affected by what
she was doing to me, but still putting up a good fight.  Her eyes were
fiery with heat, and she resumed her fucking, picking up speed.

   "I'm gonna make you fucking burst!" Mom claimed.  She pulled herself in
close, wrapping her arms around my neck.  As she did, she stopped bouncing
her entire body, only bouncing her ass up and down, still taking my full
length.  She was displaying her smooth, natural athleticism with the way
she smoothly rolled her ass as she fucked me.  "Fuck...  just admit it,
hon..." she purred, sucking at my neck.  As I felt her plump lips slide
against my neck, and felt her tongue tease me, my eyes rolled in pleasure.
"Admit that your own mom can fuck you better than all those other girls. 
Those little skanks you always bring home.  Haha!" She kissed my neck again
as I rested my hands on her hips while she smoothly rode me.  "Just tell me
I'm better...  ugh...  the best!  Admit that YOUR MOM is the best fuck
you've ever had!  YES!  Fuck!  Admit that your mother's a nastier slut than
all those little fucking whores you hook up with!  YES!  UGH!  GOD DAMN
YES!"

   "Ugh..." I groaned, her words and her tight cunt making my cock flex. 
Mom was unrelenting.

   "Admit that your mom is the hottest, sexiest bitch you've ever laid eyes
on!" Mom called out.  "Tell me you'd rather be with someone like me, a real
fucking woman, not some cheap young slut!"

   "Mmmm..." I moaned with clenched teeth, trying to stifle the pleasure my
cock was feeling.  My tough veneer was slipping.  I was gonna cum soon, and
Mom's incredible cunt was doing an incredible job of taking me right to the
edge.  She then took my full length inside her and stopped, grinding her
cunt around my cock, flexing her hot ass against me.

   "Oh...  fuck!" I called out as I ground up into Mom's pussy.

   "Do you like your mom's pussy, Kyle?" Mom asked softly, moving her lips
close to my ear, her sexy voice and close proximity making me shiver. 
"Isn't it so wet?  So tight?  Doesn't it make that big cock want to
EXPLODE? Mmmmmmm..." She moaned softly in my ear as her words drove me
crazy.  I was doing my best to hold off losing it, but the task was
becoming increasingly difficult.  Her pussy was amazing!

   "Do you like knowing how slutty your mom can be, baby?" she asked,
squeezing my aching member with her tight pussy.  She was trying to make me
explode, and she was getting the job done, little by little.  "I do your
laundry...  cook your meals...  and I fuck your big fat cock better than
anyone!  I'm so fucking nasty!  Such a fucking slut!  Fuck!"

   "Ooooh..." I groaned, biting my lip.

   "Face it, hon...  you're gonna have to go through your life knowing the
best fuck you ever had is with your own MOM," she boasted, still gripping
my swollen pick with her grasping snatch.  "You'll hook up with all kinds
of those nasty sluts you seem to like, but you'll always think back on that
one crazy summer evening you and your mom had HOT..." She squeezed her cunt
around me hard for emphasis.  "Naked," Squeeze.  "Sweaty," Squeeze. 
"Nasty," Squeeze.  "Filthy," Squeeze.  "Amazing SEX!"

   "Jesus...  yes!" I moaned out, unable to stifle the pleasure I was
feeling. 

   "So why not just finish this, right?" Mom asked, her lusty, smooth voice
in my ear driving me crazy as she kept squeezing her cunt around my swollen
dick.  "Just let go...  let go and fucking cum.  I wanna feel it, Kyle.  I
want to feel my own son empty his big fat nuts into my cunt.  I wanna feel
that thick sperm just explode deep inside me.  Don't you wanna do it, baby?
Don't you want to cum inside your own mother's CUNT?" she asked, squeezing
my cock hard. 

   I almost lost it.  I was right up to the edge.  Her pussy had worn me
down, and her filthy words only added to my struggle.  Hearing my own mom
talking to me like this was insanely hot.  Nut-bustingly sexy.  And what
she was proposing, cumming inside her...  it was so wrong, but so hot!  She
was so nasty!  I loved it.

   I was so close.

   "You date all those nasty, trashy little whores...  fuck...  they dress
like little skanks...  ugh...  God yes!  Little sluts!  They don't know how
to handle a guy like you!  They don't know how to fuck a stud like you
right!  No...  they can't fuck you the way you need...  not like your
mother can.  Your mom fucks you better than all those nasty whores, doesn't
she?  Your mom takes care of that fucking cock better than any of your
girlfriends!  Your mom is giving you the best fuck ever!  Isn't she?  Tell
me!" Mom moaned out.

   I was seeing something in her I had never seen before.  Something that
could seemingly only be exposed in the throes of passion, in the midst of
rough, nasty sex.  The jealous, possessive mother, who resented all of her
son's girlfriends, solely due to the fact that they weren't her.  Young
women who didn't live up to her standards or match up to her proportions.
Women who weren't worthy of her son's attention, because they didn't
compare in any way to her.  Mom was jealous of those other girls because
some part of her resented the fact that I was spending my free time with
them and not her.  And now, Mom was taking that attention back, making
herself the sole focus of her son's affection.  She was getting competitive
with those other girls, staking out her claim in me.  And she was doing a
damn fine job of it.  She was riding me like complete slut, way nastier
than those other girls did, and I was loving it.  It was driving me crazy
seeing her like this.  Being so nakedly jealous of my girlfriends,
insulting them, exposing her true feelings.  I loved it.

   Mom pulled back and looked me right in the eyes, holding my gaze as she
kept squeezing me.  She wanted to see me at the moment I gave in.  Her eyes
were full of lust and naughtiness.  Her plump lips were curled up in wicked
glee.  Her face was coated from the sweat of sexual exertion, and her hair
looked wild and sexy.  I was so close...  so close...  so close.  Taken
right to the edge, driven insane with lust, until something had to give. 
My cock, or my sanity.  And then finally, holding her gaze...

   I snapped.

   Taking Mom by surprise, I leapt into action, jumping forward, pushing
her back onto the bed as my cock slid out of her.  I got up on my knees and
roughly handled her luscious body, turning her onto her stomach and pulling
her up onto all fours in front of me.

   "Oh my..." Mom called out in surprise as I got behind her.  I pulled her
butt in close and positioned my slick cock at the entrance to her pussy
again.  Near feral with lust, I pumped my hips forward, sliding my cock
into her wet pussy again.  "Ohhhh...  SHIT!" Mom moaned out in pleasure. 
It didn't take me long to work into a good pace, fucking in and out of her
roughly.

   I was like an animal, quickly pumping my swollen cock into her slick
cunt.  My dick was tingling in pleasure, and it felt like I was still close
to the edge, but I had been driven into a new plane of stamina as I
withstood the silky pleasure of her tight pussy.

   This wasn't me asserting my manhood and taking control.  No, I was
beyond such petty things.  I had been driven to this.  Mom's raw lust had
driven the beast inside me up to the surface, and now that it was exposed,
I couldn't pull it back.  I couldn't think.  All I could do was fuck.

   "Fuck...  FUCK!  YES!" Mom squealed in pleasure as she drove her ass
back into me.  "Do me, baby...  FUCK ME!"

   I was beyond words, groaning and grunting as I drilled her.  I looked
down to see my throbbing shaft sliding in and out of her pussy in a smooth
and rapid rhythm.  Her ass looked incredible in this position, standing out
as she displayed it for me, the cheeks parting, allowing me a perfect view
of her tight, clean asshole.  I couldn't resist the urge, sliding my hand
down into her ass crack and pushing a finger into her tight ass.

   "AHHH!  Fuck yeah!" Mom moaned out, throwing her hair back in pleasure.
With my other hand, I reached forward and grabbed some of that hair,
twirling her chestnut locks around my hand before tugging her head back. 
"AHHH!  GUHHHH!  YES!" Mom grunted out, emboldened by the rough turn the
sex had taken, driving her ass back at me faster.  "Fuck me, baby!  Pull my
hair!  Just like that!  Yes!  YES!"

   My hips were a blur as I drove into her, using her hair for leverage
while keeping one finger lodged up her ass. 

   "Tell me, ugh, fuck...  TELL ME!" Mom screamed out.  "FUCK!  Tell me! 
Tell me I'm the best!  The best you'll ever have!  Please!" Mom begged, her
pussy squeezing around my cock.

   "YES!" I growled, finding words.  "You're the fucking best!  The best
fuck I've ever had!  You're incredible!  Mom, you're so fucking hot!  So
sexy!  Holy fuck!"

   "Ugh!  God!  YES!" Mom screamed out.  "Fuck me, baby!  Fuck me!" 

   "So goddamn tight!  Jesus!" I groaned as I pumped into her tight cunt.
Still yanking her hair back, I leaned forward over her back, sliding my
hand under her to squeeze one of her massive, hanging breasts.

   "God, you're amazing, baby!  Fucking incredible!  You are the best fuck
I've ever had!  Not even close!  Holy shit!" Mom moaned.  I kept groping
her big boobs, feeling the soft flesh in my palms.  "You're amazing, honey!
I can't believe we waited so long to do this!"

   "Ughhhh..." I growled as I felt a tingle in my nuts.  I was getting
close.  The pressure was becoming too much to bear.  I released my hold of
her hair and sat back up, putting my hand back on her hips.  With the
other, I slid my finger out of her tight ass before rearing back and
spanking her round ass crisply.

   "Ahhh!  Yes!" Mom moaned out, delighting in this rough treatment. 
"Spank me, baby!  Spank my fucking ass!"

   SPANK!

   "Uggghhh!  God!  YES!" Mom screamed out, her pussy tightening around me
as I spanked her again.

   SPANK!

   And again.

   SPANK!

   And again!

   SPANK!

   "God fucking damn!  YES!  YES!  YES!" Mom screamed out, her cunt
quivering around me.  She was getting close too.  "I never knew...  never
knew.  Hon, if you keep going like this, this might not be a one-time
thing. We might start fucking every day!" Mom moaned out.  Hearing this
spurred me on, driving into her harder.  "I want to feel it!  I want you to
cum baby!  I want it so bad!  Do it, hon!  Shoot your fucking wad deep
inside me!  Yes!  YES!  YES!"

   I drove into her roughly, driven near insane with lust in need.  But as
I fucked her harder, the filth pouring from Mom's mouth got even nastier.

   "Yes!  YES!  Fuck me, baby!  FUCK ME!" She screamed out, driving her ass
back at me roughly.  "I want to fucking ruin you for other girls!  YES! 
You'll never get fucked nearly as good by any other girl!  Just me!  Your
MOM fucks that cock better than anyone!  Yes!  You'll never fucking forget!
Ugh!  You'll never move on!  You'll be obsessed with my hot body forever!
Yes!  YES!"

   I fucked into her harder as her filthy words made my cock tingle.  But
she wasn't done yet.

   "UGHH!  YES!  You don't get to go to college anymore!  Fuck!  No, you're
not leaving!  I'm not letting this fucking huge cock go anywhere!  I want
to fuck it forever!  YES!" Mom screamed out.

   My nuts were boiling.  My cock was throbbing.  I was about to explode,
and there was no holding back.

   "Ugh fuck!  Take it, Mom!  Take it!" I told her.  "I'm gonna do it!  I'm
gonna fill you up!"

   "Do it!" Mom screamed out.

   "Uh...  ugh!  God, here it comes.  Here it comes!  Here it cums!" I
groaned, my body shaking.

   "Yes!  YES!  YES!  AHHH!  YES!" Mom screamed out.

   And then my world exploded.

   "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!  FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKCKKKKKKKK!" I groaned out.  I felt
my nuts twist as the first rocket-load of jizz fired out of me, exploding
deep inside my mother's waiting cunt.  "UGHHH!  GOD!  YES!" 

   "FUCK!  I feel it!  YES!  YES!  AHHHHHH!" Mom screamed out as I exploded
inside her.  Her pussy tightened around me.  "I'M
CCCCCUUUUUMMMMMMMMMIIINNNNNNGGGG!  YES!  YYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS! 
FUUUUHHHHHHH!  FUCK!  FUCK!  YYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!" 

   As my throbbing cock fired off jet after jet of thick cum deep inside
her, her pussy locked around my cock, quivering as she came.  I felt her
juices colliding with my shaft as my dick exploded a gallon of sticky cum
balls deep inside her.  Our bodies were clinging to each other as I kept
pumping into her, trying to bury as much cum as I could deep inside her.

   As my nuts twisted and my cock pulsed, I was seeing stars.  I was on a
new plane of pleasure as I came in my mom's pussy, having the biggest
orgasm of my life.  My hips drove into her roughly as my body jerked in
pleasure as my cock finally found release.  I just kept cumming, firing off
huge bands of cum inside of her, filling her up.

   "There's so much!  Jesus!  Yes!" Mom cried out from beneath me as
squealed with pleasure.  It felt like it went on and on, never ending.  I
don't know how long it lasted, but eventually I came down from my high. 
After one last mind numbing jerk of pleasure, I fell off of her, panting
for breath as I rolled off of her and onto my back.  Mom stayed on her
belly, curling up slightly as she tried to recover from her own high. 

   We stayed like this for a few minutes, frozen in place.  I was utterly
exhausted.  I had just had the craziest, most fucked up sex of my life, and
I had done it with my own mother.  It was crazy!  And messed up.  And
wrong. But it felt so fucking good!  I should be feeling guilt, but I was
feeling no regrets.  I felt amazing.  This was a long time coming and we
both knew it.

   I was exhausted though, as was Mom.  She eventually rolled onto her back
next to me, and I think both of us probably could have just nodded off
right there.

   Then the phone rang. 

   Neither of us made a move to answer it, but we both knew who it was. 
Dad, most likely wondering where the hell we were.  But the noise was
enough to stir us back into reality.

   "Holy shit, honey," Mom said, her voice more like normal, not like the
sex vixen I had just heard.  As the phone kept ringing, she kept speaking.
"That was the best I've ever had.  Like...  incredible!" Mom said, glancing
at me with a bright, beautiful smile.

   "Yeah," I said, shaking my head in awe.  "I mean...  holy shit!" 

   We both laughed as we lied back, listening to the phone ring.

   "We should probably get moving," Mom said, rolling onto her side next to
me.  "We don't want your father to have a coronary."

   I looked to her and she gave me a warm, motherly smile.  But as she did
this, she was still naked, and her massive, soft tits were stacked on top
of each other.  I couldn't help but stare at her massive knockers, and the
soft crevasse in between.  And Mom's eyes were on my prick, still swollen.

   "Jesus, baby!" Mom said in awe.  "How in the fuck are you still hard??"
I glanced at her and smiled, proud of my stamina, proud that I was still
mostly hard after THAT.

   "Sometimes, it takes a while to wind down," I said, glancing up her
pretty face before looking back to her naked jugs.  Her eyes were
distracted, still locked on my swollen prick.

   "Well, hon...  we SHOULD get going..." she began, before her eyes
glanced at mine, clearly thinking the same thing I was.

   Ten minutes later, I was standing in the middle of my room, fucking
Mom's big tits with my now fully hard cock.

   "Yes, baby!  Fuck them!  Fuck your Mom's big tits!" Mom urged from on
her knees as I gripped her big boobs, holding her tits together, allowing
me to fuck the soft valley between them.  I squeezed her massive jugs
roughly as I fucked them savagely.  It was incredible, my cock smothered in
pure softness.  I was on edge already and I wasn't gonna last long.

   "Jesus, Mom.  You're tits are amazing!" I groaned out.

   "I know, hon," Mom said.  "I know my big tits are perfect!  And I know
how much you love them.  You stare at them all the fucking time!  I've
always worn extra cleavagey shirts, just so you would stare..."

   "I did, Mom.  I always did," I assured her, fucking those mammoth
breasts. 

   "And I always checked out this monster," she said, glancing at my prick.
"Every chance I got, I stared at your bulge.  It's even bigger than I
thought it'd be." Mom complimented.

   "Uhhhh..." I groaned as I drove up into her, my thick prick traversing
through her cleavage, the angry head appearing at the top.

   "I want you to cum again, baby," Mom urged warmly.  "I want you to cum
on my tits!  Did you hear me, Kyle?  I want you to cum on your MOM'S big
tits!"

   "UGGHHH..." I grunted, my cock twitching in delight.  "Jesus, Mom..." I
panted.  I fucked her big soft breasts harder.

   "Hon, I want you to know..." she began, looking up at me as I drilled
her big tits.  "That no matter what I say after today, no matter how I act,
or what I do...  I will ALWAYS want this fucking cock!  You hear me?  When
I'm hugging you with pride, I'll be thinking about swallowing your semen.
When I'm cooking your dinner, I'll be thinking about your hands on my
breasts, feeling me up.  And when I'm fucking pissed at you, just know that
I am this close to riding your big cock again."

   "Oh...  God!" I groaned, my nuts twisting. 

   "Do it, baby!  Cum on my big tits!  Cum on your mother's big boobs!  Do
it!  I want you to cover them with that fucking cum!" Mom urged me.

   "Fuck...  fuck...  FUCK!  UGHHH!  AAHHHHHH!  GOD DAMN YES!" I groaned
out.  My nuts flexed as I stepped back.  Like a good mother, she grabbed my
pulsing prick just in time to jack the first rocket of cum out, firing it
directly at those big soft tits. 

   "Yes!  Do it baby!  Cum all over me!" Mom urged lovingly, jacking me
off. Jets of thick, creamy semen launched from my swollen sack, sailing
through the air before landing on her big tits.  My white jizz coated her
tanned flesh, the thick white fluid rocketing out of me, painting those
mammoth jugs.  Shot after shot of cum jetted out of me.  Mom's hand was a
blur as she jacked me off, coaxing more and more of my gooey load from my
aching nuts.  Again and again I came, firing more thick bands of semen onto
her massive, jutting tits.  The thick liquid slid down the smooth skin,
coating the soft flesh.  Mom was controlling my weapon, aiming it so it
would deface more of her massive jugs.  She aimed one especially thick
spray of cum across both nipples, so my thick seed was coating them.  Mom's
hand was amazing, enticing me into leaning forward, my heels leaving the
floor as I fired off more thick jets of cum.  Finally, my heels fell back
to the floor as Mom coaxed the last of my seed out of me, the last few
drops landing on the floor.  She released her grip on me and I stepped
back, panting.

   "Jesus, Mom..." I sighed, bending over slightly.  Mom looked down at
herself, at her cum-coated jugs.

   "I've never seen this much cum, like, ever.  Holy shit!" Mom marveled. I
smirked with pride as Mom snaked her fingers across her mountains,
gathering warm sperm onto her fingers.  She savored the flavor as she
licked it off her fingers and I simply watched her excitedly.  We both
rested for a few moments, recovering, until finally Mom looked over at the
clock.

   "Jesus...  okay, we do have to get ready now," Mom said.  Even though it
wasn't what I wanted to hear, I nodded.  Mom stood up, and on shaky legs,
gained her balance.  Her cum-covered tits jiggled as she did so.  "So, uh,
get cleaned up.  I need to jump into the shower I think," Mom said with a
laugh. 

   "Oh, by the way..." I began, getting her attention.  "Thinking back on
it, I think I like your original outfit the best." I stated.  Mom rolled
her eyes and slapped my bare chest with the back of my hand.  She sauntered
away, down the hall, still naked.  I watched her ass as she sauntered away,
shaking side-to-side.  Feeling a jolt in my cock, I felt emboldened to
speak out.

   "Hey, Mom, you know it'd save time if we just showered together!" I said
with a laugh.  Mom glanced over her shoulder at me and smirked.

   "You're right..." she stated with a raised eyebrow before stepping into
the bathroom, leaving the door open.  A jolt of excitement went through me.
I cracked my neck, stretched my shoulders, and moved quickly down the hall,
joining my mother in the bathroom, shutting the door behind us.

   Not surprisingly, we got a bit carried away in the shower.  It didn't
take long for all signs of sex to be washed off of us, but being in such
close proximity, covered with water, with my stiff cock poking into her
ass, it didn't take long for things to progress.  My hands ended up on her
tits, spending about five minutes making sure they were totally clean.  Mom
was equally determined, stroking my cock, cleaning me up while making me
stiff for her again.  It didn't take long for Mom to end up on her knees,
inhaling my cock once more, begging me to cum again, until finally, I
acquiesced, firing one last load of cum down her throat.

   We finally cooled down and controlled ourselves enough to actually get
ready, get clean and dressed up again.  We got ready in a blur, and when
Mom emerged downstairs, wearing the pink top and grey skirt, freshened up
and looking presentable, it seemed like things were back to normal.  There
was no sign of what we just did.  Things were too hectic to reflect too
deeply, though, and the first chance we had to breathe was once we got in
the car.

   While I drove, Mom sat next to me as we traveled in silence.  We had
left our house, and we were in the real world once again.  The light of day
had sobered us both up, it seemed.  I was feeling great though.  No regret
or anything like that.  I got laid, and the sex was amazing, and that's all
that mattered.  Sure, it was with my mom, but that only made it better.  It
was kind of inevitable, after all the tension that had existed between us.
Plus, I loved it filthy, and hooking up with my mom...  that was as filthy
as it got.

   But Mom's feelings were unclear.  She had put on sunglasses, so I
couldn't really see her eyes.  I didn't know what she was thinking, if she
was feeling regret or shame, or something else.  Finally, she spoke up, and
what she said surprised me.

   "You have a great dick, Kyle."

   "Haha!" I burst into laughter at this blunt statement.  "Thanks Mom."

   "No, seriously," she said with a smile.  "Your cock was incredible. 
Like...  the best I've ever had."

   "Better than Dad's?" I couldn't help but ask.  She laughed and smiled
wickedly.

   "Yeah...  a lot better," she admitted.  There was a long silence as I
sat there, smiling in pride that Mom had told me I had a superior cock to
my dad's.  What a great mom, filling her son with such self-esteem.  She
spoke up again.

   "I mean, the sex...  it was amazing," she said.  "I've never had it that
good.  I've never screamed that loud...  I've never cum so hard!"

   Again, Mom stroking my ego.  I was loving it.

   "But..." Mom said, her tone shifting.  "That's why this can only be a
one-time thing." 

   "Okay." I said, a little less excited at hearing this. 

   "Like I said, it was REALLY good.  Really fucking good, but...  we're
playing with fire.  It's too good.  If we keep going, we won't be able to
stop." Mom admitted.

   "Doesn't sound so bad to me," I replied with a smile.  Even though I
couldn't see her eyes, I could tell she was rolling them.

   "I know it sounds good...  sneaking around, fucking every chance we get.
Me shoving my big tits in your face at every opportunity, me riding that
big fat cock all the fucking time..." she paused in her statement, thinking
things over for a few moments.  "But...  we can't.  Its trouble and you
know it.  So...  once we get to the party, then...  we can't talk about
this.  We can't give any sign that we hooked up.  Once we get to the party,
things are normal again.  Okay?"

   At a traffic light, I looked over at her, meeting her gaze.  The moment
was silent, but communicated so much.  We both enjoyed it, we both wanted
to do it again, but she was probably right.  It was a bad idea.  That
didn't mean I didn't want to do it again, but we really shouldn't.  But
then I remembered what she had said in my bedroom, that no matter what she
said, no matter what she did, she would always want my dick.  She was in
the same boat I was, but she was being the responsible adult.  She was
being the mom.  She was looking past my narrow teenage craving for all
things sex, all the time, and looking at the big picture.

   "Fine." I relented, causing her to smile sadly.  We drove on in silence
for a few moments.

   "But..." she began.  "Before we get there, if you, say...  texted me a
picture of that big fat cock of yours...  I wouldn't complain.  And, who
knows, I might end up texting you a picture of something in return." She
teased.

   I grinned at this, and at the next stoplight, I pulled out my phone,
scrolled through my pictures, found the one she was looking for and texted
it to Mom.  Her phone beeped and she smiled, glancing at her phone for a
good long while.  A few seconds later, my phone beeped, letting me know I
had a new text, letting me know she lived up to her word.

   As we got into the neighborhood, there were still a few other things we
needed to discuss before leaving this whole thing behind.

   "Not all my girlfriends are skanks, by the way," I told her.  She looked
at me and grinned.

   "Just most of them," Mom replied with a laugh.

   "Well...  yeah, I guess, but not all of them." I said, defending their
honor.  Admittedly, she was probably right.  There were a few times where I
went after some girls because they had a bit of a, uh...  reputation, but
this wasn't always the case.

   "Okay, fine...  not all of your girlfriends are little sluts," Mom
relented.  "There were a couple of them I didn't mind, I guess.  But some
of them...  Jesus, Kyle, they were trashy..."

   "I might have to make you apologize for all these bad things your saying
about them..." I joked.  She rolled her eyes and smiled.

   "I might have gotten carried away a few times," Mom admitted with a
giggle.  "So...  don't take all the things I said during, the, uh... 
during the sex...  don't take all of it too seriously.  It was all just,
you know...  dirty talk."

   "Yeah Mom, I guess I'll just forget about all the things you said when
me and you had sex," I told Mom, the ridiculousness of the statement making
her laugh.  "I'll just forget all the things that were said when I fucked
my gorgeous...  hot-bodied...  big-titted...  sex-goddess...  mom." Her
laugh lessened and her breath deepened as that sentence carried on.  As I
drove, she gave me a long look.

   "Okay, if you're trying to get me to suck your dick one last time, it's,
like, totally working.  Trust me, I'd love to suck that amazing dick one
last time.  It would be so good!  But...we can't.  We're pretty much there.
" Mom admitted with a sad smile.  Unfortunately, she was right, and I had
found myself right at the end of the street.

   "I can circle the block..." I offered with a smirk.  She thought for a
moment and smiled sadly.

   "Okay, we've got to end this, now!  Just, like, put an end to it right
here.  No more!" She said, trying to convince both herself and me.  "Hon,
if we keep this going, we won't be able to stop.  It's over!  Now!  Okay?
So, just find a spot, and let's just get to this lame-ass cookout.  We need
to put this all behind us," Mom said.  I nodded, knowing she was probably
right, parking under a nice shady tree a block or so away from the cookout.

   Five minutes later, we were still in the car, with her bent over, head
bobbing in my lap, once again vigorously inhaling my swollen meat.  Her
nose was bumping into my torso as she sucked me off.  My hand was resting
on the back of her head, my fingers tangled in her silky hair as I let my
head fall back against the headrest.  I saw other people walking by, with
no clue of what was going on right next to them.  Mom's drool was coating
my cock as she swallowed my meat, my nuts slick and smooth as she rubbed
them.  She was choking lightly as she sucked me, but she wasn't stopping,
until finally, a few minutes later, my cock flexed as I unloaded one last
huge wad of cum down her tight throat.  I held her down against me as I
came, only releasing her once my load was complete.  She pulled herself
from my cock with a loud exhale, my cock glazed with her saliva.

   "Jesus!" Mom called out, eyes glassy with heat, her lips swollen and
covered with spit.  She licked her lips and wiped her mouth with the back
of her hand, cleaning off the saliva.  She looked at me as I laughed,
causing her to grin lightly.

   Five minutes later, I had tucked my cock back into my pants, and she had
cleaned herself up and repaired her makeup.  Checking herself in the
mirror, she muttered out loud.

   "Jesus, Kyle...  I've never seen a man cum so much in my life," she
said, glancing over at me as I shrugged my shoulders before returning her
gaze to the mirror, checking over her face one last time, making sure it
was completely clean.  "At least it tastes good," she muttered as she
tilted her head, eyes still on her own reflection as she applied some lip
gloss.  Finally, satisfied with what she saw, she turned to look at me for
final approval.  I gave her the thumbs up, and finally, after all the filth
we had taken part in together, we stepped out of the car and headed towards
the party. 

   When Dad saw us, he tried to maintain a cool head, but once he got close
to us, his annoyance shined through.

   "Kim, Kyle, where the hell were you?" He asked, upset.

   "I told her it was seven," I interjected.  "She said it was six, we had
a big thing...  it was my fault."

   Dad glared at me for a moment as Mom smiled at me appreciatively. 

   "Just...  go mingle.  There's the kid's table over there," Dad said,
sliding his hand around Mom's waist, guiding her towards his friends.

   I rolled my eyes.  Kid?  I was 18, and I'm the guy that just banged your
wife, Dad.  I was the better man, and Mom had just confirmed it.  I was the
superior man and I would never forget it.  And after what I had just done,
I had certainly graduated from the kid's table.

   I kept one eye on Mom as I mingled a bit.  I watched her play the good
corporate wife, but I knew this was an act.  I had seen the true her.  The
hot, amazing slut beneath the veneer.  Despite how spent I was, I stiffened
up at this.  She looked great, and I wasn't the only one to notice how
great her ass looked, or how huge and bouncy her tits were.  Other men were
staring, but I was the one who had felt up those tits.  I was the one who
had blasted a load of jizz all over those fucking jugs.  It was my cum that
had filled up that pussy.  I had had that body, and it filled me with
pride.

   I was reminded to check my phone for the first time since leaving the
car, and I smiled when I saw the picture she had sent me.  A picture of
Mom's big, naked breasts, posed in her bedroom mirror, no doubt taken after
she had jumped out of the shower.  My cock pulsed again.

   Bursting with confidence, I made myself quite sociable at the party. 
The people my age were pretty lame, so I found myself talking with some
other people.  And, feeling good, I approached a few women.  Women who had
a few years on me.  Some of them were the younger law clerks at the firm,
who were fresh out of college.  Some of them were older, some were hot
lawyers.  Some were married.  It seemed like they enjoyed my brash, teenage
boldness, and even though I didn't get any numbers or anything, I could
tell, that if we weren't around their coworkers, or husbands, I would have
had a chance.

   But whenever I talked to these other women, I would feel Mom's eyes on
me, looking on with disapproval, or dare I say...  jealousy.  No, she said
things were done, right?  Things were over between us.  Just a one day
thing.  We would never do it again...

   Right?

   *************

   So, that was two days ago.  That was the day me and Mom had sex, and
that was how we ended up there.  But again, I just have to ask the
question...  what comes next?  How do you move on from THAT?

   For Mom, she mostly kept things normal.  It was as if nothing had
happened.  It was as if we had never had sex.  She was just as cheery as
ever, making me dinner, washing my clothes, nagging me about cleaning my
room, stuff like that.  Even after what we had done, and what she had
claimed she'd be thinking during these normal moments, I couldn't confirm
if they were the truth.  Other than a few vague glances, she gave little
sign what she was truly thinking, if she was thinking of anything sexual.
She hadn't teased me, and she hadn't said or done anything that gave any
sign that she was thinking about what we had done.  Could she truly have
put that out of mind?

   Impossible!  For me, it would be something I'd never forget.  I mean, on
my list of lovers, the list of women I had hooked up with, she would always
be there.  It'd be, like, Tara the cheerleader, Tracy from Spanish class,
Lana from that school across town, my friend's cousin Jess, Samantha the
A-student, Lucy the lifeguard, Mom, followed by all the girls I'd meet this
summer and in college.  Mom was on the list.  I had fucked my mom!  It was
crazy, and the heated, filthy lust of the encounter made it stand out as
being the best.  The most unforgettable fuck ever.  I would never forget.

   I wouldn't say I was hurt by her moving on.  Offended, maybe, that my
prowess hadn't made her come crawling back at the first opportunity.  That
she hadn't grabbed at my cock or shoved her tits in my face or at least
offered a clean, fun blowjob.  But nothing.  Sure, it had only been a
couple of days, but c'mon.  I expected her to give in the first chance she
got.  But no.  Apparently when she said it was a one-time thing, she meant
it.

   She had acted a bit different at times, to be fair.  She treated Dad a
bit differently, being a bit less interested in his stories, being a bit
less affectionate and fun with him, which gave me some hope.  She had
maintained being aggressively normal with me, though, going out of her way
to not change a thing.  But...  there were coincidences.  Like, when I go
out to work at the beach, or out to go hang with some friends, Mom just
coincidentally had slipped on a bikini to tan outside, as if she didn't
want me to forget about her hot body and huge tits.  Maybe it was a
coincidence, but maybe it wasn't.  Maybe it was as though, when I would be
at the beach looking at girls in bikinis, or hanging out with some of my
female friends, she wanted to make sure I wouldn't forget about her.  She
wanted her hot body to be top of my mind.  As if she wanted me to compare
her with the other girls.  As if she wanted to remind me she was superior.

   Well, it worked.

   Could we go on being a normal mother and son after this?  Would she be
able to keep this up?  Would things just be an act between us from now on?
Would there be hidden meanings behind everything?  Would her maternal
interactions with me be permanently changed?

   Like, would her visiting me at college be a mask for her true
intentions? Would her intentions be maternal...  or carnal?  Would she be
checking in on her own son for pure reasons, or was she secretly visiting
me to get some more dick?  Would she be truly happy when I got another
girlfriend, or would she fume with jealousy?  The way she talked about the
other girls I'd been with when we were fucking let me know that the
jealousy might have been there already.  When she'd see me in my swim
trunks, would she take pride at her fit, handsome son, or would be thinking
about sliding down my trunks to get at the goods?

   She could try to act like things were normal, but they weren't. 
Everything had changed between us, and eventually, she would realize that.
She would come to the same conclusion I did, and when that time came... 
who knew what would happen?

   A couple days passed and things were still seemingly normal between us.
Dad had come home from work for lunch, before taking off for a few days. 
He had a flight to catch as part of some big case, so he'd be gone for a
couple days.  Mom was the perfect doting wife, cooking her husband's meal,
and the perfect doting Mom as she cleaned up after.  She kissed Dad on the
cheek as he drove off, and did nothing out of the ordinary once she
sauntered back in, finishing cleaning up.

   This was the first point where me and her would be alone for an extended
period of time since...  well, you know.  I watched her clean up, checking
out her round ass in her tight jeans, and staring at her big tits through
her tight, thin t-shirt.  When she was at the sink, her top lifted up
slightly, exposing her midriff.  I could never look past what had happened.
Could she?

   Mom finished up cleaning and shut the oven door.  Finally, she sauntered
towards the kitchen island, standing across from me, looking at me as I
looked up at her.  Her expression was vague as she held my gaze.  Part of
me was unsure what she was thinking, but part of me could guess EXACTLY
what she was thinking.  Me and her were alone and there was no chance of
interruption.  She remembered, just like I did, what happened the last time
we were alone.

   We looked at each other, in silence, both of us wondering the same exact
thing.  After what me and her did, after me and my mother had sex, would we
be able to move on?  Would we be able to forget and resume things all
normal?  Would we ever do it again?  I looked at her, and she looked at me.
We both knew this was an important moment, a moment that would decide our
future.  If things would carry on as normal, this is where that would
start. But if we wanted to do it again, to fuck each others' brains out day
after day, every chance we got, this would be the start of that.  If we
would spend each day flirting and fucking, and feeling each other up every
chance we got, that would start right here.  It would all be decided in the
next few moments.  It was time to answer that all important question.

   What comes next?

   "So..." Mom began.  "I, uh...  I went out shopping yesterday.  I bought
some stuff...  I thought I'd try them on for you..." My eyes widened
slightly.  Was this happening?  Was this going where I think it was?

   "Why didn't you ask Dad while he was here?" I asked, impetuously,
knowing the answer.

   "Oh, I'd much rather get your opinion." she said, glancing away for a
moment before looking back at me, narrowing her eyes slightly.

   "What'd you buy?" I asked calmly, not intimidated, even though I sensed
what was coming. 

   "Some new tops, some skirts...  a couple new bikinis...  and bras, some
thongs, a few g-strings..." she trailed off as my cock stiffened.  I
glanced down at her top, even though she could easily see me stare, and I
noticed her nipples throbbing under her top.  The corner of her mouth
turned up slightly as she stood up straight and slowly sauntered around the
counter, her big tits jiggling with every step.  I don't even think she was
wearing a fucking bra.  I sat in place as she walked up behind me and moved
in close.  I shivered as I felt her presence up close to me, and my dick
pulsed in my pants as I felt her huge breasts slide against the back of my
neck.  "So go up to your room...  and I'll join there soon..." she panted,
with her lips next to my ear.  She sauntered away, shaking her ass proudly,
knowing I was watching.

   This was the beginning of the summer of Mom. 

   It took two days to erase any indecision or doubts Mom had.  She had
fucked her own son, had some incredible sex with him, and it took a grand
total two days for her to come to terms with it.  She went from 'Maybe we
shouldn't do this again,' to 'I NEED that big, fat COCK right NOW!' Any
regrets she might have felt about the whole adultery and incest thing where
quickly forgotten when compared to the mind-blowing sex I could offer
her. 

   And trust me, the sex that ensued was mind-blowing.

   Those first few days were insane.  We went at it like animals.  After
just a couple days of trying to hold back, the levees were broken, and
there was no stopping us.  It was rough.  It was nasty.  It was amazing! 

   A few days later, Dad got home from his trip.  He was greeted at the
door by his wife.  Dad no doubt looked at her and noticed her stunning
beauty.  He no doubt noticed her nice outfit, a simple but flattering
ensemble, a slim yellow blouse and a flowy skirt, nothing too crazy.  But
what he didn't notice was the slight sheen of sweat coating her skin.  And
he certainly didn't notice the thick load of cum leaking out of her mature
cunt, freshly pumped deep inside there by their studly teenage son.  And he
was certainly too distracted by his wife to hear their son upstairs quickly
trying to clean up, to cover up any evidence of the illicit encounter that
had just occurred there.

   He would never notice.

   This was the time I should be, you know...  sowing my oats.  Living it
up, having the time of my life with my friends and chasing girls before
heading off to college.  Instead, I spent my summer pretty much obsessed
with fucking my own mother.  It sounded messed up, but it didn't really
bother me in the slightest.  I was surprised by how little the incest
bothered me.  I really wasn't hung up by it at all.  The sex was way too
good for me to care.  And I was getting fucked way to often and way too
well to really think twice. 

   Even though Mom had been the hesitant one in the equation, once she dove
in, she dove in all the way.  She was pretty much on my dick the whole
summer.  I'd been with some aggressive girls before, but Mom...  she took
the cake.  I've never seen a girl or a woman as hungry for cock as Mom was.
Morning, noon and night, as soon as the coast was clear, sex would ensue. I
would be stirred awake by her swallowing my morning wood to the root, her
plump lips forming a seal around my thick shaft in time to my eyes opening,
meeting her wicked gaze.  Or I'd be awoken to the sound of her clothes
hitting the floor, and the silence of the morning would be pierced by her
screams of pleasure. 

   Dad was a busy man, giving me and Mom plenty of time alone to indulge
our new hobby.  Mom was practically a whole new woman around me, traipsing
around in her tiny, sexy underwear or miniscule, barely-there bikinis,
thongs that let her ass just hang out, and tiny bras and bikini tops that
barely contained her mammoth jugs.  She was strutting around the place;
shaking her ass and making her big tits jiggle for my amusement.  To
outsiders, she was the same nice, normal mom, but to me, she was a sex
goddess.  We spent a lot of summer in my bed, with her and me going at it
like wild animals.  We would also get it on in her room, on her and Dad's
big bed, sometimes even spending the whole night going at it when Dad was
out of town, but most of our encounters took place in my room, as my messy,
teenage bedroom seemed like the perfect place for our illicit encounters.

   Mom was as into it as I was, and whenever I was away from her, she would
be blowing up my phone like jealous teenager.  I'd be hanging out with some
friends, including some girls and after, like, an hour she'd be sending me
pictures of her cleavage, or a thong pulled up above the hem of her jeans.
As the night would go on, she'd show off more and more skin, until I just
had to rush home and take care of business, emptying my nuts in and on her.
She wanted my sperm all to herself and she got her wish.  By the end of the
summer, my phone was full of dirty texts from her, and pictures of her hot
naked body.  And her phone was no doubt filled up by pictures of my big,
meaty, throbbing cunt-destroyer, taken from all different angles,
showcasing my impressive length and my large swollen nuts.  Pictures that
she would demand of me in the same way most mothers would demand their son
to do their chores.  I liked how demanding my mom was.

   When I was at work at the beach, she would always just happen to show
up, rocking a skimpy bikini and drawing my eyes from all that exposed
teenage skin to gaze upon her luscious, mature flesh.  She would always
chat me up, and she would never be satisfied till me and her snuck off and
got it on, putting my lifeguard job and maybe even people's lives at risk
just so I could get at her tight pussy, but it was so worth it.  She
wouldn't have been bothered too much if I got fired though.  That would
have meant more time at home for me, and more time spent in her waiting,
ready cunt.

   It wasn't anything beyond sex.  Mind-blowing, amazing, world-shaking
sex. It was a purely physical, lust-based relationship.  We both like the
sensation of my thick, bare, teenage cock buried up to the nuts inside of
her hot body.  We couldn't get enough. 

   By the end of the summer, we were pretty much full on addicted to each
other.  We had done so much together.  We had fucked every chance we got,
all over the house, a few times in public.  We fucked in the pool.  We
fucked in the car.  She sucked me off in a movie theatre.  We hooked up in
a public bathroom at the beach.  She efficiently sucked me to full hardness
and swallowed my load while we waited in the car when Dad ran into a store
to grab us dinner.  We fucked in my bed in the middle of the night while
Dad was sound asleep.

   I would probably never fuck this often again in my life, and I just
couldn't stop.  We participated in pure filth, and when things would begin
to settle we would add something new to our encounters, capping it off near
the end of the summer when she took the full length of my meaty prick up
her ass.  Her ASS!  Whenever I mentioned doing that with any of the girls I
had hooked up with before they had almost laughed in my face, telling me
that it would NEVER happen.  But out of all of them, my own mom was the
only one willing to do it.  My own MOM loved taking cock up her tight ass.
It was unbelievable, and it felt so fucking good.  There was a good week
there where I did nothing but drill her tight ass, making her scream and
moan as I filled her up with cum.  It was incredible.

   Whenever Dad was home, I realized that even though he was the
breadwinner, I was the man of the house.  He had to go to work every day,
while I stayed home, barely lifting a finger, and drilled his hot wife, my
mom.  I didn't keep my room clean.  I was lazy and I slept in a lot.  I
played games for hours on end, and was more willing to go party with my
friends or go to the gym than do anything productive.  But none of that
really bothered Mom.  My brash, teenage disobedience appealed to her, and
she rewarded me for it by vigorously sucking my massive cock again and
again.  She should respect Dad for all his hard work and be a sweet,
grateful wife, but she respected my big cock more.  The pleasure my big
cock brought her erased all other concerns.  I was the king of the house,
and every time Mom took a load of my cum in her pussy, or in her ass, or
down her throat, or on her tits, she only further supplanted my father's
place with me on the throne.

   But like all good summer flings, it had to come to an end eventually. 
Mine ended with me going off to school, leaving Mom back home.  We had
spent all summer fucking and as the deadline approached we both got more
desperate and horny, going at it like animals at every opportunity, knowing
the fun was about to end.  So when the time came for me to take off, I
didn't know how either of us would deal with it.  The sperm had been
flowing from my cock at an excessive rate, and I doubted even the dirtiest
college skank I could find would be able to keep up.  And for Mom...  I
don't know how she could go back to just Dad after all the things we had
done together.  We'd both been changed by what we had done, and what was
gonna happen next was a mystery.

   So to go back to the beginning of this story to answer the question,
what happens after a mother and son hook up for the first time?  Well, let
me tell you: Lots and lots of sex.  Crazy amounts of hot sweaty fucking of
the filthiest kind.  Sex you can't forget.

   But the question of what comes after that, after a mother and son spend
an entire summer fucking each other's brains out.  After a son gets better
sex than what he could find elsewhere with his own mom, and a mom gets the
sex of her life from her own son.  When a studly son goes off to college,
seemingly to move on to a new phase of life, leaving his horny, sexed-up
mother behind.  What comes after all that?  Can either of them move on? 
Can they truly give this up?  Can they actually move on in a healthy way,
or did they fall too deep already?  Was the siren's song of incest too
tempting to resist?  Could they just forget about it, or was the force
drawing them back together far too strong to fight off? 

   Would it be something that we could just move on from?  Would things
just return to normal now?  Is this something we could look back upon
fondly in a few years and laugh about?  Like, is this something we'd chat
about when I was home at Thanksgiving a couple years down the line?  Would
she be like, 'Oh, hey, Kyle, you remember that time, a couple years back,
where me and you spent the whole summer having sex every chance we got? 
Wasn't that crazy!?' 

   I know this whole thing was insane, but I couldn't stop thinking about
it.  I had to know where this was going.  I needed an answer.

   And eventually I got one.

   You wanna know what happens after a mother and son spend an entire
summer fucking?

   Well, that's a whole other story...

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