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Mother's New Found Lover
by Incestual Dreamer (no address provided)

***

A mother discovers that her well-endowed teenage son 
might just be the perfect lover for a divorced woman. 
The son finds the MILF of his dreams right in his own 
home. (F/M-teen, underage, inc, alcohol, size)

***

Susan Meadows, divorced one year earlier, now lived 
alone with her seventeen year old son, Justin. During 
the year following the Divorce, Susan had tried dating 
a couple of times. But, she found it was just too soon 
for her to venture back out into society with a man in 
a one on one situation.

The trauma of the divorce had caused her to withdraw 
from the outside world and her entire life was 
centered on her son, Justin who had become her close 
friend and confidant. She did maintain a friendship 
with Gloria, one of her friends at work who became her 
only real contact with the outside world. It was 
strange in one way, she thought, she had established 
such a secure relationship with her son, she felt 
comfortable going to him with almost any type of 
problem. He seemed to always there when she needed 
him. 

It was wonderful to have someone she could be so open 
with and not have to worry about saying or doing the 
wrong thing. It was like being married without the 
sex, she told herself one day after Justin had helped 
her solve another problem that had had her stumped. It 
would be nice to have some sex, too, she thought 
longingly, but that would come she hoped. At least she 
had someone she could lean on. 

After several attempts, Gloria finally talked her into 
going out with one of Gloria's friends.

Saturday, the day of her date finally rolled around. 
When she awoke, her stomach was already turning flip-
flops at the thought of having to go out with a man. 
She was having second, and third thoughts about 
agreeing to such foolhardiness. Rolling out of bed, 
she was on the verge of calling up Gloria and 
canceling the date, but finally decided against it.

Time seemed to fly by and before she knew it, it was 
time to start getting dressed. 

Going up to her room, she locked her door and started 
going through her closet searching for just the right 
ensemble to wear on her date. It seemed to take her 
hours to select the appropriate outfit, but she 
finally chose a soft, clinging dress of red velvet 
that would properly display off her considerable 
assets.

The dress was short enough to show off her long, 
beautifully curved legs but at the same time it wasn't 
too short to seem risqué. It was cut low enough to 
reveal a vast expanse of cleavage allowing her to 
flaunt the obvious magnificence of her impressive 
bosom. That decision made, she now had to choose 
matching underwear. This was her first date in months 
and she doubted that they would reach a stage of 
intimacy that would disclose her choice, however one 
never could tell, she thought. Another twenty minutes 
elapsed as she dug through her chest-of-drawers. 
Finally succumbing to time restraints, she chose a 
matching set of panties, a brassiere and a garter belt 
and tossed them on the bed beside her dress.

As she stood looking down at her choice of apparel, 
she realized that she had butterflies the size of 
elephants flying around in her stomach. Maybe it would 
be best to call it off, she thought. Then, thinking 
that a shower might quiet her, she hurried into her 
bathroom and turned on the shower. 

Stepping under the hot, stinging spray, she let the 
needles of water dance over her body as she thought 
about how long it had been since she had been with a 
man. Looking down at her body, she was proud of what 
she saw. Her breasts, big and soft were a little 
droopy, but remained amazingly resilient for a woman 
who was over forty. It was funny, she thought, that 
she couldn't even admit to herself that she was over 
forty-five. 

Running her hands over the soft firmness of her large, 
jutting breast, she confidentially lifted them and 
fondled them for a while. With age, her breasts had 
shrunk down from forty-two Ds to a forty C, but they 
could still turn eyes whenever she wanted to show them 
off. Finally she moved her hands away from her 
magnificent breasts and ran them down over her firm, 
flat stomach. She exercised faithfully and her hard, 
flat belly had only a small insignificant little 
paunch that she felt was sexy and not unattractive. 

Letting her hand slip down further, she ran her 
fingers through her soft, silky pubic hair covering 
her underbelly. Searching through the tawny, brown 
fur, she found her sensitive little clitoris sticking 
out, begging for attention. It had been too long since 
she had sex. She hadn't even masturbated recently and 
she was afraid to touch herself too much or she would 
have a quick orgasm. She didn't want for that to 
happen, she thought, but maybe on the other hand it 
might take the edge of her nervousness.

Deciding against bringing herself to an orgasm, she 
ran her hands down her long, silky legs, letting them 
slide over the beautifully shaped curves all the way 
down to her dainty little feet. Pleased with her 
appearance, she hurriedly soaped up and washed herself 
from top to bottom. After she had her beautiful body 
covered with lather, she stepped under the water and 
rinsed herself off. 

After letting the warm water cascade down over her for 
several moments, she finally bent down and turned off 
the water. Stepping out of the shower, she grabbed a 
towel and proceeded to dry herself. Glancing down at 
her watch, she saw that she needed to hurry and 
tripped back into her bedroom and went about dressing.

Bending down, sending her big, soft breasts into 
paroxysms of jiggling, wiggling dances, she picked up 
her panties and quickly pulled them up her long, 
statuesque legs. Tugging on the high cut panties, she 
was satisfied with the way they covered her womanhood 
with their soft sheerness. Watching her breasts jiggle 
and wiggle sexily in the mirror, she reached down to 
her brassiere. She had briefly thought about going 
braless, but begrudgingly conceded that no matter how 
uncomfortable a brassiere was, she had to wear one. 
Her breasts were just too large and heavy for the 
dress to support alone. 

Reluctantly picking up the brassiere, she slipped it 
on backwards with the cups in the back. Fastening the 
clasp of the brassiere, she quickly spun the brassiere 
around until it was properly positioned with the cups 
under her big, swollen breasts. Pulling frilly cups up 
over the soft, pliant mounds of flesh, she slipped her 
arms through the shoulder straps. Then with another 
soft tug, she forced the bra up even farther, pleased 
with the way it pushed her big, soft breasts together 
creating a deep, inciting chasm between her 
mountainous breasts. A few more pokes and prods and 
she had her breasts settled into the frilly brassiere. 
She could imagine her date's surprise and delight, if 
he knew that she wore a garter under her revealing 
semi-mini-skirt. 

Quickly wrapping the belt around her taut, firm belly, 
she fastened it and dangled the short straps down her 
long bare legs. Picking a pair of hose with a tiny, 
almost indiscernible pattern, she hurried about 
pulling them on. Pulling the thin, smooth hose up, she 
fastened them to her garter in the front and rear. 
Shortly, she stood before the mirror wearing her 
brassiere, panties, garter and hose. Quiet sexy, she 
thought to herself as she strode over to the bed and 
picked up her dress. Slipping it over her head, she 
let it fall down over her body, covering her risqué 
underwear. Tugging it down, pushing and poking a 
little here and a little there, she was pleased with 
the way the dress fit her. 

Looking at herself in the mirror, she turned around 
and saw that her pert little butt stuck out proudly, 
proclaiming her sexuality to the world. Turning back 
around, she looked into the mirror and saw that her 
bosom was provocatively displayed showing off most of 
her huge, billowing breasts. Maybe she was displaying 
too much breast, she thought, but defiantly decided 
against changing.

Finally, slipping her small feet into a tall pair of 
stiletto high heels, she was ready.

She quickly gave her long, tawny hair a few strokes 
with a brush, fluffing and patting it into place. Then 
picking up her perfume atomizer, she sprayed perfume 
behind her ears and down the deep crack of her 
cleavage. Stepping back, she examined herself in the 
mirror.

Satisfied, she took a deep breath and left her room. 
Going down the stairs, she looked down and saw that 
her breasts, even though tightly confined, jiggled 
nicely as she stepped down the stairs. Stepping off 
the stairs, she went to the hall closet and pulled out 
a sweater. Draping it over her shoulders, she still 
felt as jittery as a cat in a rocking chair factory 
and was seriously thinking about calling off her date. 
Deciding that she would call Gloria for support, she 
stepped into the kitchen and reached for the phone. 

"Wow, Mom, you look great," Justin exclaimed from the 
table.

"What, uh, oh, Justin," she said, surprised to see her 
son in the kitchen, "I didn't know that you were down 
here."

"Just having something to eat," he grinned at her, his 
eyes moving up and down her body.

She felt uncomfortable about the way his eyes roamed 
over her body, but she couldn't really blame him. She 
was rather provocatively dressed after all.

"Who's the lucky guy?" he asked her.

"Some guy named Anthony. Gloria's friend," she whined, 
"but I don't know, I'm thinking about calling up and 
telling Gloria that I have a headache. I'm really 
afraid to go out with someone I don't even know."

"Aw, Come on, Mom," Justin urged her on, "You need to 
go out and have some fun. You're a beautiful woman and 
any man would be thrilled to have a date with you."

"You really think so," she asked him, feeling his 
reassurance give her ego a much needed lift. 

"There is no doubt in my mind," he said emphatically, 
"Unless he is crazy."

"Oh, I just don't know if I've got the courage," she 
blubbered, her confidence still shaky after her 
divorce. 

"Well, if you don't want to go out with someone you 
don't know," he said, standing up and walking over to 
her, "I'll go out with you."

"You mean that you wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with 
an old lady like me?" she asked coyly.

"Ashamed. Did you say ashamed," he asked 
incredulously, wrapping his arms around her and giving 
her a gentle hug, "I'd be the envy of the town."

"Even if I'm your Mom?" she laughed softly, feeling 
safe and sheltered in his arms.

"Even if you're my Mom," he grinned, stepping back 
away from her, "And the best looking Mom in the world, 
I might add."

"You really think so," she halfheartedly queried him.

"Trust me on this one, Mom," he proclaimed proudly, 
"You are a very beautiful woman."

"Thank you so much," she told him, giving him a soft, 
gentle kiss on the cheek, "You make me feel so good. 
Just talking to you is, is, uh, wonderful. Knowing I 
have your support means so much to me. You'll never 
know how much."

"Well, you have it," he announced, sitting back down.

Just then they heard the doorbell ring.

"That must be Gloria and the guys," she said, feeling 
the knot in her stomach tighten again.

Striding to the door, she turned and spoke to him. "I 
don't know what time I will be home tonight, but it 
might be late, so don't wait up for me, Okay."

"Sure, Mom," he chuckled knowingly, "Have fun, but not 
too much, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, Shush," she chided him as she opened the door, 
"And Thanks again."

"Well, hello," the man at the door said as she opened 
it.

"Hello," Susan returned, seeing that her date was a 
good looking man about her age.

Maybe it will be a fun night after all, she thought as 
she took his hand and strolled out to the car with 
him.

Susan, Gloria, Anthony, and Carl spent the evening 
dining, dancing and boozing at the Outback. It was 
around one-thirty before they finally staggered out to 
the car. Carl, the soberest of the group, was elected 
to drive home. Gloria crawled in beside him as Susan 
and Anthony flopped into the back seat. Carl made no 
effort to start the car and pulled Gloria to him. 
Susan watched drunkenly as the other couple began to 
kiss and paw each other.

Susan knew that she was drunk, but so was everyone 
else so watching Carl and Gloria rollicking the front 
seat didn't seem to matter that much. Feeling slightly 
aroused by watching Gloria and Carl kiss, she felt 
Anthony's hand on her thigh. She was excited and 
pleased that he was making a move on her, but for some 
reason, she felt she should make some effort to 
dissuade him. But, before she could react on her 
premonition, she felt him slip his arm around her. 
Then, to her dismay, she felt his hand slip up under 
her skirt and she started to protest. But she was 
unable to as he pulled her to him and mashed his lips 
against her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. 

In a feeble attempt to fend him off, she reached down 
to push his hand out from under her skirt, but in her 
drunken state, she misjudged and her hand plunged into 
his lap. A jolt of excitement flashed through her as 
her hand brushed up against his hardness jutting up 
under his pants. Her inhibitions had been weakened by 
the gallons of booze it seemed she had consumed and 
instead of jerking her hand away from him, she gently 
squeezed the bulge in his pants. As she did, she felt 
his other hand slip down into the bosom of her dress 
and grab her breast. 

Feeling flustered by the attention she was receiving 
as he pawed her breast, she did nothing to stop his 
other hand as it slowly inched its way up her thigh. 
Caught up in the passion of the moment, she gave his 
rigid maleness another squeeze and began to tease his 
hardness through his pants.

Basking in the glow of an unaccustomed passion, she 
reveled at the power she had over him as she felt him 
shudder. Her breathing was coming faster as she toyed 
with him through his pants. Then not believing what 
she was doing, she began to search for his zipper as 
she felt his fingers find the frilly hem of her 
panties. Suddenly, she held her breath as she felt his 
fingers ease under the bottom hem of her panties. She 
could feel his fingers probing closer and closer to 
her seeping womanhood when at last, she found the hasp 
of his zipper. Grasping the zipper tab, she quickly 
unzipped his pants and spread his pants open. 

Then, just as his fingers brushed over her tingling 
clitoris, she thrust her hand down into his pants. 
Struggling to find the opening in his shorts, she 
nearly fainted as his hot, probing fingers toyed with 
her throbbing clitoris. At last, she finally 
discovered the reinforced opening of his shorts and 
slipped her hand inside it. Both of them were highly 
aroused and she could feel Anthony's obvious urgency 
as she grasped his thick, hard cock in her hand. Then, 
tightly holding onto his cock, she tugged on him and 
extricated his rigid manhood out of his shorts, 
pulling it out into the open.

Then he broke their kiss long enough to whisper as she 
began to stroke him.

"Oh! My! God!"

As she gently ran her hand up and down his rock hard 
cock, she felt his fingers leave her clitoris and 
slowly move down to her drooling vagina. Deliberately, 
she spread her legs apart as she felt his thick, hot 
fingers probe the wet, stickiness of her aching 
womanhood. As she ran her hand up and down his thick, 
pulsating maleness, she felt him run his fingers 
around her dripping femininity softly probing and 
exploring the soft flesh surrounding her wetness. 
Then, suddenly, he slowly eased one finger into her 
hot, clenching pussy.

"Oh, That feels good," she whispered softly and felt 
him slide a second finger into her, "That, too."

As she gently masturbated him, he tenderly slid his 
fingers in and out of her sopping slit. Kissing and 
fondling each other, both of them felt their passion 
rising. Then suddenly, they heard Carl groan. Pausing 
for a moment, they looked up to see Gloria's head rise 
up from Carl's lap. They both saw the dim light 
glistening from the wetness of Gloria's lips as she 
leaned over and gently kissed Carl's cheek. Realizing 
that Gloria had just sucked Carl off, Susan became so 
excited she felt dizzy.

Then as they resumed their own touching and stroking, 
they heard Carl start the car. They didn't stop even 
as they felt the car pull out of the parking lot. They 
renewed their petting with a heightened sense of 
urgency as the car bounced along. 

Susan's hand was now roughly lurching up and down 
Anthony's jutting manhood while his fingers wildly 
slashed in and out of her weeping gash. She could feel 
herself growing feverish with desire for the real 
thing as Anthony's fingers slithered in and out of 
her. As if it would compensate for absence of his cock 
inside her, she roughly beat his meat with her hand. 
As she did, she could feel his breath coming faster 
and faster as he grew more and more excited. Gently 
nipping his ear, she felt him groan as his cock 
swelled and suddenly jerked in her hand. 

Realizing that he was cumming, she thrust her other 
hand down over his spurting cock to keep it from 
spurting his semen out all over both of them. Her 
hands were soon coated with his hot, sticky cum as she 
felt his cock jump, spit over and over again. She 
could feel the wicked heat of his thick, creamy cum 
running down and covering her hands as time after 
time, his cock spewed out gusher after gusher of the 
sticky, hot semen.

At last, she felt his cock give one final feeble 
little lurch and begin to shrivel and shrink. As his 
cock began to wither, she felt him slowly ease his 
fingers out of her sopping pussy. Releasing his cock, 
she watched as he stuffed it back into his pants as 
gently as he could. 

"God, I'm shorry," he whispered drunkenly as she wiped 
her hand on his pants.

"That's shokay," she returned, unable to enunciate 
clearly either.

"I cunt stop t," he groaned softly.


"That's shokay," she told him again, "Don wrry bout 
it."

Then all at once, the car stopped and Susan saw that 
they were at her house. Glancing down to see if her 
dress was covering her, she saw that Anthony's pants 
were coated with his discharge. She started to laugh 
at the absurdness of it all, but held it back. Hoping 
that her clothes were properly arranged, she reached 
for the door lock.

Struggling with it drunkenly, it took several moments, 
but she finally unlocked it and pushed it open. 
Picking up her purse, she leaned over and gave Anthony 
a kiss on the cheek.

"Latr, Antony," she mumbled drunkenly as she stumbled 
out of the car, "I had fn."

"Wnt me wak to yr dr," he asked her, still trying to 
zip his pants back up.

"Nah, I'm fn," she muttered.

"You two okay," Gloria asked from the front seat.

"Shure," Susan told her as she wobbled out of the car 
and nearly fell on her face, "Had fn, see yu latr."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Gloria asked as she 
watched Susan reel up the sidewalk to her house.

Susan didn't hear her and continued to stagger up the 
sidewalk chuckling softly to herself. At last she made 
it to the door, and stopped. Leaning against it, Susan 
waved at the car. Reaching into her purse, it took her 
forever to find her keys, but she finally did. Then 
unlocking the door, she pushed it open and with a 
final wave, watched the car slowly roll down the 
street leaving her standing just outside her door.

Stumbling inside, she closed the door behind her and 
lurched herself across the room. Stumbling several 
times, she was finally able to make it up the stairs. 
Standing at the top of the stairs, she couldn't 
believe she had let herself get so drunk. Thankfully, 
she had made it home and now all she had to do was 
make it to her bedroom. Staggering down the hall, she 
found the first open door and weaved into the room. 
Tottering over to the bed, she laid her purse on the 
nightstand and fell back onto the bed and was asleep 
almost by the time her head hit the pillow.

Justin was suddenly jarred awake from a dead sleep. 
Something or someone had just come crashing down on 
his bed. For a few moments, he didn't know what to do. 
At last he got a whiff of his mother's erotic perfume 
and realized she had mistakenly gotten into his 
bedroom. Sitting up, he cautiously reached over and 
gently touched her. Then he got a whiff of her breath 
and knew that she was drunk. 

Feeling for her shoulder to shake her awake, his hand 
brushed over her soft, yielding breast and he felt a 
fiery tingle of sexual excitement course through his 
body. Alarmed at his reaction toward her, he quickly 
moved his hand up to her shoulder and gently shook 
her. Getting no response, she shook her shoulder 
harder. Even after four or five times, he still got no 
reaction. 

Carefully, he slowly got up out of his bed and turned 
his night-light on. Looking down, he saw that his 
mother must have mistaken his room for hers. She still 
had all of her clothes on, but she was dead to the 
world. Walking around to the side of the bed where she 
lay, he stood looking down at her for several moments. 
Abruptly, he realized that he was naked and his cock 
was hanging down, thick and heavy. Shamefully, he 
walked over to his bathroom and grabbed a towel. 
Wrapping it around his waist, he hid his semi-erect 
manhood. Somehow, he had to get his mother into her 
bed. If he didn't, she would be mortified in the 
morning.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned down and slipped one 
hand under her neck and another under the back of her 
knees. Straining, he struggled to lift her up into his 
arms. As he lifted her, she squirmed and mumbled 
something unintelligible but still didn't wake up. 
Turning, with her in his arms, he stumbled out of his 
room and down the hall. 

As he reeled down the hallway, grunting with effort, 
he felt the towel wrapped around his waist come undone 
and fall to the floor. He nearly tripped over it as it 
fell to the floor, but he was having enough trouble 
carrying his mother and didn't stop. At last, he 
staggered into her room as her arms and legs flailed 
about lifelessly. Careening across the room, he made 
it to her bed and as gently as he could, deposited her 
onto it.

Standing up, he reached behind himself and rubbed his 
back. Carrying his mother down the hallway had been 
hard work and now his back ached from the exertion. At 
last, he reached over and flicked on her night light. 
Standing by her bed, he looked down at her, He saw 
that her dress had ridden all the way up and now he 
could see the frilly hem of her panties. Inexplicably, 
he felt another spark of excitement surge through his 
genitals. Then, appalled, he found himself wanting to 
take her clothes off. 

He couldn't understand what had come over him. He had 
never even dreamed of seeing his mother naked, but 
now, for some unknown reason, he found himself 
struggling with an overpowering urge to see her that 
way. Ashamed of himself, he turned and started to 
leave her room, but as he started to move, he felt his 
big cock slap against his thigh. 

Looking down, he saw that his penis was rapidly 
swelling into hardness. Stopping, torn between leaving 
and staying, he turned and looked back at his mother 
lying on her bed. She was so beautiful and vulnerable, 
as she lay there, he found himself being drawn back to 
her. He was powerless to stop himself as he slowly 
plodded back toward the bed.

Stopping by her bed, he looked down on her adoringly. 
Feeling as if he was possessed by some ungodly devil, 
he couldn't stop himself. He reached down and slowly 
eased the shoulder straps of her dress down off the 
soft, rounded slope of her shoulders. His heart was in 
his throat as he gently tugged the red velvet straps 
down the soft velvety skin of her arms. The straps 
slipped halfway down her soft, smooth arm before the 
material tightened around her arm and would move no 
further. Knowing her dress wouldn't go any farther 
without being unzipped, he stood trying to fight off 
the evil demon that was driving him do this.

What if she woke up and caught him, he wondered. He 
could say that she looked uncomfortable and he was 
just trying to make her more comfortable. He knew that 
if he unzipped her dress, he wouldn't be able to stop 
until she was naked.

Then with a fatalistic shudder, he reached down and 
gently rolled her over onto her stomach. As he did, 
his heart almost stopped when she murmured and stirred 
momentarily. But, much to his relief, she quickly fell 
back to sleep once again.

Feeling himself start to sweat, he cautiously sat down 
on the bed beside her. Tentatively, still not 
understanding what it was that was driving him to 
perform this macabre deed, he reached out and took 
hold of her zipper tab of her dress. Grasping it 
between his thumb and finger, he gingerly eased it 
down her long, smooth back watching with wonder and 
admiration as the material slowly parted, revealing 
the soft, smooth skin below it. As he pulled the 
zipper farther and farther down her body, he felt the 
spit in his mouth turn to cotton as he tried to 
swallow. Then abruptly, the zipper reached the end of 
its path. 

Stopping, he stared down at her back and saw that her 
too-tight brassiere was digging into the flawless 
softness of her flesh. Ever so slowly, he reached down 
to the clasp that held her brassiere together. With 
fingers of clay, he clumsily struggled to unfasten her 
brassiere. It seemed to him to take forever to finally 
unsnap the dastardly catch holding her brassiere 
secured to her upper torso. It seemed to be designed 
to frustrate him, but he ultimately succeeded in 
unlocking it. Then pausing again for several moments, 
he waited before proceeding. Then, as delicately as 
possible, he carefully turned his mother back over 
onto her back. As before, she mumbled something and 
stirred for a moment, but quickly slipped back into 
unconsciousness.

Pausing for a moment, Justin glanced down at himself. 
He couldn't believe how hard his penis was. It was so 
hard, it actually ached as it jutted up at least ten 
inches into the air. Finally looking away from the 
evil, bloated monstrosity jutting up out of his groin, 
he returned to removing her dress. Slowly, he began to 
ease the shoulder straps down his mother' arms once 
again. 

Enraptured, he watched as the soft, clinging material 
magically fell away from her exquisite bosom as he 
slipped the straps down her arms. Once the straps had 
cleared her arms, he dropped them and feverishly took 
hold of the top of her dress. Taking one final, deep 
breath, he began to purposefully tug her dress down. 
The soft, velvet material slowly crept down off her 
magnificent breast, still covered with the sheer, 
laciness of her brassiere. 

Once clear of her mountainous breasts, he continued to 
inch the dress down until he found the lacy sheerness 
of his mother's panties and garter belt. Stopping, he 
tried to swallow but found his mouth so dry that he 
couldn't swallow. Then with a finality he couldn't 
believe, he pulled her dress slowly down her long, 
silky legs until at last it slipped off over her feet. 
Awkwardly, he folded the dress and laid it down at the 
foot of her bed. 

Turning back to her, he finally had a true 
appreciation for her elegant beauty. He sat for at 
least a minute, just drinking in her incomparable 
beauty. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful woman 
he had ever seen. Why hadn't he seen this before? He 
wondered to himself as he gently ran his hand down one 
of her long, elegant legs encased in the silky 
smoothness of her hose. 

Reaching up, he anxiously lifted the soft, lacy 
sheerness of her brassiere up off her mountainous 
breasts. Their grandeur nearly took his breath away. 
Still staring at the flattened works of art, pressed 
down by their weight and size, he solemnly laid her 
bra atop her dress. He continued to stare down at the 
big beautiful mountains of soft, smooth pink flesh. 
Each big breast was topped with a cup of darker pink 
flesh with a pebbled texture and a big, round nipple 
jutting out proudly from its center. 

Fighting the urge to reach down and squeeze the 
magnificent peaks of perfection, he instead reached 
down to her garter belt. Anxiously digging under the 
firm muscles of the back of her leg, he managed to tug 
it out from under the cheeks of her ass. His fingers 
feeling as big and awkward as baseball bats, he slowly 
pulled the garter belt down, still fastened to the 
sheer hose. Glancing up at his mother's face, he saw 
that she still slept. 

Barely able to breathe himself, he began to pull her 
garter and hose down her long, magnificent legs. He 
pulled the film of nylon and laciness of her garter 
down her thigh, over her softly rounded knee and then 
across the sweeping swell of her calf. At last, he 
slipped the filmy gauze off over her feet. Once 
removed, he let the shimmering transparencies and lacy 
frills float down onto the top her other clothes. 

At last she lay before him with only her panties 
protecting her from total nudity. He suddenly became 
aware that he was sweating profusely and could 
scarcely breathe as he stared down at her. Catching 
his breath as best he could, he warily reached out and 
delicately slipped his fingers under the lacy 
waistband of her sheer, high-cut panties. Then feeling 
his heart threatening to explode, he began to ease the 
feathery lightness of her panties down off her flat, 
hard stomach. 

Inch by inch, their sheer transparency slipped farther 
and farther down, revealing more and more of the 
luxuriant forest of soft, curly pubic hairs underneath 
it. The mat of kinky, brown hair thickly covered her 
soft, vulnerable underbelly hiding her secret place 
from him. It was almost more than he could stand as he 
continued to pull her fluffy light panties down her 
long, curving legs. At last, they slipped down off her 
hips. Now the lush growth of pussy fluff that covered 
her womanhood was clearly visible.

Gasping like an asthmatic, he stopped and delicately 
pushed her legs apart just a tiny bit. Wanting to 
spread her legs apart wider, he stopped himself and 
started pulling her panties down. Then with a fiery 
shock, he saw the crotch of her panties wetly sticking 
to her woman-place. Just the idea of his mother being 
wet in that place was enough to make him almost loose 
control and shoot off. He couldn't believe how totally 
erotic and wicked it was to see her place so wet that 
it had completely soaked through her panties. 

My God, he thought, she must be having a wet dream. 
Then with an overpowering urgency to see her vagina, 
he roughly tugged her panties down her legs and off 
over her feet. Tossing the panties atop the other 
clothes, he anxiously stared down between his mother's 
legs. Although she was now naked, her womanhood was 
still concealed by her lush forest of pubic hairs. 

Staring hard, Justin thought he could vaguely make out 
the wet cleft of pink flesh sparkling through her hair 
in the dim light. Then he felt an evil impulse come 
over him, and he couldn't fight the dark urge to see 
her vagina completely exposed.

Bending down over her, he took hold of her thighs and 
ever so slowly began to force her legs farther and 
farther apart. As he did, the soft pinkness in between 
her legs became more and more visible as her womanhood 
slowly blossomed open like the petals of a beautiful 
pink flower. Then all at once, he saw the soft, pink 
folds of her vaginal lips gape open, unmasking his 
mother's most sacred of places. Spellbound, he stared 
down into the soft, glistening wetness of her gaping 
vagina for what seemed like hours. Then as he 
continued to gape at her ripe wetness, he suddenly 
felt as sharp pain lance through his balls. Groaning, 
he tore his eyes away from her sinful wickedness just 
in time to avert a disastrous eruption. 

Trying to think of something else for a moment, he 
found his eyes immediately drawn back to the gleaming 
wetness of her soft womanhood lying before him. He 
suddenly had an overpowering urge to touch the 
shocking beauty of her deep, seeping love wound. His 
mind and body had been taken over by some wicked demon 
and there was nothing he could do could stop the 
impulse. He knew that he would go to hell for doing 
it, but not even the threat of being plunged into a 
lake of everlasting fire brimstone could stop him. 

Justin slowly reached down to his mother's obscenely 
exposed vagina. Closer and closer he came, until at 
last he felt a flash of electricity shoot up his arm, 
paralyzing it as his finger finally touched the soft, 
pouting wetness of her beautiful womanhood. Straining 
to keep from spurting his boiling seed out into the 
air, he fought to move his arm but couldn't. He was 
paralyzed for several moments as wicked, evil thoughts 
churned through his mind. 

Finally, the feeling returned to his hand and he 
slowly ran his finger around the soft, smoothness of 
the fleshy lips surrounding her fiery slit. Unknown to 
Justin, his mother was dreaming that she was being 
chased by a giant cock and it had finally caught her. 
Waiting fearfully, she watched the gigantic prick 
slowly ease itself up to her pussy. Then suddenly, she 
felt it touch her. 

Overcome by excitement, Justin gently explored the 
hot, dripping opening of her vagina with his finger.

Susan could feel the giant penis slowly working its 
way around the fleshy opening of her aching vagina as 
she waited breathlessly for it to enter her.

Finally, Justin slowly slid his long, thick middle 
finger down into the hot, clinging wetness of his 
mother's slavering love wound. Susan suddenly felt the 
great penis slide into the hot, itching channel of her 
vagina. The touch felt so real, she didn't know if it 
was a dream or real and found herself struggling 
toward consciousness. Seeing his mother stir and her 
eyes trying to flicker open, Justin quickly jumped up 
and reached for the switch to the night-light. 

Groggily opening her eyes, Susan was shocked to see a 
man standing by her bed. She didn't see his face as 
her eyes were instantly drawn down to his gigantic 
penis jutting out at her. She had never seen a penis 
so large and powerful. Then just as she was just 
lifting her eyes up to look at his face the room was 
suddenly plunged into darkness.

***

She hadn't had time to see who it was that owned such 
a beautiful monster.

Justin saw his mother's eyes open just as he touched 
the light switch. Her eyes had immediately gone down 
to his penis and then started up his body just as he 
flipped the switch. He was afraid to move. He hoped 
that she hadn't seen his face, but there was no way he 
could know.

The lights had gone out too quickly. Susan hadn't had 
a chance to see whom it was standing by her bed. 
Trying to part the drunken fog she found herself in, 
she could only remember that she had been out with 
Gloria's friend. She couldn't even remember his name 
now. The real scary part was how had he gotten into 
her room. 

She didn't remember inviting him into the house and 
for some reason she vaguely thought his penis was much 
smaller than the colossus she had just seen. Maybe she 
was just so drunk, she had forgotten about inviting 
him into her house and as horny as she was it didn't 
surprise her. Whatever, she decided, she wasn't going 
to pass up a chance to have his big, beautiful cock 
inside of her aching pussy. 

Blindly, she groped out for the giant man-thing that 
had been pointed at her when the lights went out.

Afraid to move, Justin stood still as he heard his 
mother's bed creak. Paralyzed with fear and shame, he 
stood by her bed hoping that she would go back to 
sleep. What would she do if she caught him in her 
room?


Then without warning, he felt something brush against 
his jutting manhood. Before he had a chance to react, 
he suddenly felt his throbbing cock grabbed by his 
mother's hot, clenching hand. He felt like he had just 
been doused with a blast of icy cold water as he 
realized his mother had her hand wrapped around his 
throbbing penis. "Oh, Please make love to me," she 
gushed, pulling on his giant cock. 

Justin felt like his heart would stop beating at any 
second as his mother impatiently pulled on his painful 
manhood. Cursing himself for getting into such a 
predicament, he didn't know what to do. She must not 
have seen his face, he thought as he wondered how to 
get out of the dilemma he had gotten himself into. 

"Please, make love to me, please," he heard his mother 
beg again as he stood by the bed, paralyzed with fear 
and indecision while she continued to pull on his 
cock.

How could he live with himself if he did what she 
wanted? He thought as he heard the bed creak again.

Then he gasped in disbelief as he felt his mother wrap 
both hands around his bounding maleness. He couldn't 
let it happen, he thought. Somehow he had to stop her.

Then, his mind went numb with shock as he felt his 
cock being enveloped in his mother's hot, wet, sucking 
mouth.

There was no way he could stop the gigantic gusher of 
thick, hot cum that came shooting up from his balls 
and spewing out into her mouth. "UNHGGGGRRPPPPHHHHHH," 
he growled, trying to disguise his voice as much as he 
could under the circumstances. Then another spasm of 
pleasure tore through his cock as it jerked wildly and 
sent another great geyser of his thick, virulent boy-
cream into his mother's hot, slurping mouth. 

It felt to him like she was sucking his life's essence 
out through his cock as she sucked on him harder and 
harder. As she sucked, his cock lurched and jerked 
again and again, spurting gusher after gusher of his 
heavy, egg-laden semen into her mouth. It came pouring 
out of him like water out of a broken water main. Ten 
times it jumped and erupted, then fifteen, then 
twenty. He couldn't make it stop as it continued to 
buck and spit out his life's cream.

Then, at last when it felt like she was going to suck 
his balls inside out, he finally stopped cumming in 
her mouth.

Having taken every drop of the thick, viscid cum that 
had poured out of the man's huge cock, Susan quickly 
moved her head back. Letting the giant cock slip out 
of her mouth, she laid back down and spread her legs 
apart. Reaching out, she dug her long, sharp 
fingernails into the man's back and pulled him down on 
top of her.

"Hurry, put it in me and we'll make it hard again," 
she cooed to him, not knowing that her son had just 
emptied his balls into her mouth. Still weak from his 
orgasm, Justin couldn't stop himself from falling on 
top of his mother as she pulled him down onto her. 
Even as he fell, he felt his mother urgently guiding 
his shrinking manhood down to the hot, weeping gash 
between her legs. 

Powerless to stop himself now, he gave up any hope of 
escaping and struggled up to his hands and knees over 
her. Crawling up between her outstretched legs, he 
could feel her urgency as he let her lead them down 
the fiery path to their doom. It seemed to take all 
night for her to guide his cockhead down to her 
waiting vagina. But at last, he felt his 
hypersensitive cockhead slip down into the hot, 
drooling wetness of her gaping love pit.

"Oh, God, you're huge," she moaned as she felt his 
massive cock knifing down into her pussy. Unknowingly, 
she let her son's great, dense man-weapon slowly 
penetrate the hot, clinging wetness of her vagina, 
spreading and stretching her to her limit. She 
couldn't believe how big the monster was as it cut 
deeper and deeper into her aching love wound. Then, 
just when she felt like her cunt would burst, she felt 
the man's hairy belly grind up against her belly as 
his hot, dangling balls slapped against her upturned 
butt.

"Oh, you've filled me to the brim with your huge, 
wonderful wand," she gushed appreciatively.

Although his cock had started to shrink immediately 
after he had cum in her mouth, it was now rapidly 
regenerating itself. 

"Oh, My God," she gasped as she felt him growing 
larger inside her, "you're getting bigger and harder."

After a few moments, Justin felt his giant cock had 
regained most of it hardness and he slowly withdrew it 
from his mother's hot, slavering scabbard. Then he 
began to fuck her with long, deep strokes.

"Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, I Love it," she muttered as she 
lifted her long, shapely legs up, making herself even 
more vulnerable to the deep, plunging thrusts of his 
cock, "Oh, Yes, Baby, Fuck me like that."

She could feel the man's ripeness growing harder 
inside of her as they fucked. Even in her drunken 
state, she felt herself being quickly whisked along 
the path toward an unbelievable climax. Never had she 
felt a penis fit her to such perfection. It was as if 
it had been designed specifically for her vagina. 
Although it was huge, it fit her perfectly. She 
couldn't have designed one that fit her more 
exquisitely.

Needing to feel the ethereal rush of pleasure that she 
knew would come with her orgasm, she dug her heels 
into the man's bounding ass, urging him to fuck her 
harder and faster. 

Justin responded to her coaxing and began to drive his 
revived hardness into her deeper and faster with each 
stroke.

"Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes," she panted as he 
continued to pound his cock into the sopping heat of 
her wet, slippery pit.

Both of them could feel the impending implosion of 
pleasure as it grew closer and closer. 

Suddenly, it was on them like a beast of the jungle 
attacking its prey.

"Oh, FUCK, I'M CUMMMMING!!" she groaned as her body 
began to writhe and shake underneath her son.

But even as she shuddered and shivered under him, he 
felt his cock lurch and send out a huge, gelatinous 
spurt of his white-hot cum deep inside her burning 
socket.

Wrapping her arms around him, she ground her pussy up 
into his thrusting belly, taking every last bit of his 
spurting maleness into her pussy.

"Oh, Give, It, All, To, Me, Oh, Yes," she whispered, 
nibbling on his ear at the same time. 

Trying to please her, he drove his cock into her again 
and again, each time releasing another geyser of his 
white-hot cum deep inside her clenching cunt.

It seemed like they had been climaxing for an hour, 
but at last the final ecstatic tingle coursed through 
their bodies announcing the end of their orgasms.

Unable to hold himself up, Justin tried to roll off 
her, but instead flopped down half on and half off her 
with his cock still imbedded inside her.

The alcohol in her system suddenly took over once 
again and within moments, she was fast asleep again.

She was so far gone this time, she didn't even feel 
her son slowly pull his shrunken, drained manhood out 
of her sopping cunt. Nor did she see him slink out of 
the room like a beaten puppy. 

Skulking down to his room filled with shame, he 
stepped into his room and closed the door. Filled with 
disgust and repulsion for what he had just done, he 
went into his bathroom and turned on his light. 
Looking at himself in the mirror, he was surprised 
that his looks hadn't changed. He was so ashamed of 
what he had done, he thought that he would see some 
difference in his appearance. After all, now he was a 
mother-fucker. But the boy staring back at him, looked 
the same as he always had.

Maybe he had dreamed it, he thought until he looked 
down at his dangling cock. It was still wet with her 
juices and a tiny little dribble of cum dangled from 
the head of his cock. Apparently the remains of their 
love-making. How could he have done what he did? He 
asked himself as he grabbed a towel and tried to wipe 
all the evidence of their sin from his shrunken cock.. 
It seemed to take forever, but finally his cock showed 
no signs of their indiscretion. 

After cleaning himself up, he trudged back to his bed 
and laid down. Lying there, remembering what it had 
been like to make love to his mother, he thought he 
would never be able to go to sleep. But finally, 
exhaustion won out and he fell asleep again.

It was almost nine o'clock before Susan woke up the 
next morning. The instant she woke, she knew that she 
had not been an angel the night before. Her head ached 
and her mouth felt like someone had been walking in it 
in a pair of combat boots. Running her tongue around 
inside her mouth, she suddenly became aware of the 
lingering taste of semen mixed in with the awful taste 
of leftover booze. 

Opening her eyes, she slowly turned her head to see if 
there was anyone in bed with her. Thankfully there 
wasn't. Lying there, she tried to think back to the 
events of the previous night, but she could only 
vaguely remember bits and pieces of what had happened.

She had some indistinct memory of masturbating Anthony 
in the back seat of someone's car. But why would she 
have semen in her mouth? She didn't remember sucking 
him. It didn't make sense. Then as she moved, she felt 
the sticky, clinging remains of man's deposit covering 
her groin. Then she had a strange feeling inside of 
her vagina. It felt as if she had been stretched her 
to the limit. It was quite obvious that she had made 
love to someone the night before, but she couldn't 
remember who it was. 

Then she dimly remembered a man in her bedroom. She 
could remember the man had a huge penis and she had 
sucked him off. That was how she got the semen in her 
mouth. Then they had made love. She couldn't believe 
that she had been so drunk that she had invited a man 
into the house while Justin had been there. How stupid 
could she be? What if he had caught her in the act, 
she shuddered. She must be more careful in the future, 
she thought as she groggily sat up. Sitting on the 
edge of the bed wishing she hadn't drunk so much the 
night before, she saw her clothes lying on the foot of 
her bed.

Someone had taken the time to fold them neatly and put 
them in a neat stack on her bed. The whole thing was 
getting stranger by the minute, she thought as she 
cursed her lack of memory. Finally, after a few more 
moments of unsuccessful memory searching, she shook 
her head and struggled to her feet. Looking around for 
more clues, she didn't see any more surprises. Her 
head throbbing painfully made her trip into the 
bathroom seem to take forever..

Some of her memory returned and she remembered that it 
was Sunday. Then she recalled that she had several 
errands to run. Trying to shake her headache, she took 
a couple of aspirins and stepped into the shower.

After dressing, she hurried down to Justin's room to 
tell him that she had to go out. Seeing his door ajar, 
she peeked inside and was shocked to find him lying on 
his bed naked. Starting to step back in shock, she saw 
his eyes were closed and realized that he was still 
asleep.

Stopping for a moment, she looked back into his room. 
Knowing that it was wrong, she still couldn't keep her 
eyes off his dormant manhood. She couldn't believe her 
eyes. What had happened to her little baby, she 
wondered as she stared at his giant penis. Even soft, 
Justin's penis was bigger than most men's were hard. 

After a few moments, she came to her senses and 
blushing she looked away from the sleeping monster. 
Ashamed of herself for even looking at him, she 
stepped back out and softly closed his door. Funny, 
she thought, but she had an uneasy feeling that there 
was something vaguely familiar about his penis, but 
she hadn't seen him naked in years. The last time she 
had seen his thing, it was a little boy's penis, not 
the huge monster that it was now. Blushing even more, 
she rushed down the stairs. She could feel her face 
burning with embarrassment as she stopped in the 
kitchen. Grabbing a pencil, she quickly wrote a note 
to let Justin know where she was. It read:


Justin,

I just wanted to thank you for last night. It was 
wonderful. If I had only known sooner, I would have 
done it sooner. I'm ready to do it again, as soon as I 
can. I've got some errands to run today. I should be 
back home around six-thirty. I can't wait to be with 
you. Hope you have a nice day. I will knowing that I 
have you with me.

Love and Kisses,
Mom


Leaving the note propped up against the salt shaker, 
she rushed out of the house, her face still warm with 
shame.

Finally Justin woke up. Sleepily looking down at his 
watch and saw that it was one-thirty. Wow, I almost 
slept all day, he thought to himself as he stretched 
and yawned. Why had he slept so long? He wondered. 

Then suddenly, like being doused with a bucket of ice 
water, the events of the previous night came rushing 
back to him with terrifying clarity. A cold sweat 
popped out on his forehead as he thought about how 
close he had come to getting caught.

He knew that what he had done had been destructively 
wicked, but even now he could feel his manhood 
hardening as he thought about it. Did his mother know 
it was him, he wondered fearfully. Maybe she did. But 
maybe she didn't want for him to know how despicable 
she thought he was. He knew that the suspense of not 
knowing would drive him crazy. He would have to find 
out one way or the other.

After lying in bed thinking about it for the longest 
time, he finally got up and slowly got dressed. 
Steeling himself for the worst, he reluctantly set out 
to walk down to his mother's room. Seeing her door 
open, he fearfully peeked inside. A rush of relief 
washed over him when he saw that she was gone.

Looking around her room, he saw that little had 
changed from the previous night. Strangely, her 
clothes were still lying in the neat little pile at 
the foot of her bed where he had put them. Walking 
over to her bed, he looked down and was appalled to 
see the dried, crusty patches of his cum on the 
sheets.

It was a strange feeling to know that it was his cum 
and he had put it there while he had been fucking his 
mother. Then, he caught a wisp of the haunting 
fragrance of her perfume. It was indistinct and mixed 
with her other womanly smells, but just smelling her 
again was making him horny. Then to his dismay, he 
felt himself growing hard again. Shamefully, he turned 
and quickly left the room.

As he started down the stairs, he suddenly realized 
that he was starving. Hurrying down to the kitchen, he 
started for the refrigerator when he saw the note on 
the table. Curious, he walked over to it and picked it 
up. Seeing that it was in his mother's handwriting, he 
had a sudden feeling of dread. Fearfully, he read it.


Justin,

I just wanted to thank you for last night. It was 
wonderful. If I had only known sooner, I would have 
done it sooner. I'm ready to do it again, as soon as I 
can. I've got some errands to run today. I should be 
back home around six-thirty. I can't wait to be with 
you again. Hope you have a nice day. I will knowing 
that I have you with me.

Love and Kisses,
Mom


My God, he thought to himself as he reread her note, 
she must have known. He couldn't believe it, but he 
read it again and still came up with the same 
conclusion. Still he pondered the note and read it one 
more time, just to be sure as he went over it sentence 
by sentence I just wanted to thank you for last night. 
What else could she be thanking me for last night? he 
wondered. We only talked about her going out on a date 
and that was no big deal. She had to be talking about 
making love. 

It was wonderful. What else could she be talking 
about? It was wonderful for him, too and it must have 
been for her, too, he thought excitedly.

If I had only known sooner, I would have done it 
sooner. Does that mean that she liked me so much that 
if she had known we could have been making love 
before? What else could it mean? Oh, God, I can't 
believe how lucky I am, he rejoiced silently.

I'm ready to do it again, as soon as I can. She wants 
to do it again. God, does she really want to do it 
again. She must. Oh, I want to make love to her again 
too. God, I wish she was here right now so we could do 
it. God, I can't believe it, he thought as his penis 
began to throb at the prospect of making love to her 
again. I should be back home around six-thirty. I 
can't wait to be with you again. She should be home 
around six-thirty and she wants to be with me, again. 
She wants to be with me when she gets home. She wants 
to do it again tonight when she gets home.

Love and Kisses. He felt a thrill tear through his 
penis. She wants to kiss and make love. Oh, it's 
wonderful, he drooled as he read the note one more 
time. The interpretation, now set in his mind was only 
reinforced every time he reread the note.

The hunger he had felt earlier was now gone, but he 
forced himself to make a sandwich and eat it. Taking 
her note into the recreation room, he reread it over 
and over again as he tried to watch a football game. 
Unable to concentrate on the game, he tried to figure 
out what he should. As he did, his mind kept going 
over the contents of the note, cementing his 
interpretation of its intent permanently into his 
mind. Wishing his mother hadn't left for the day, he 
kept glancing down at his watch every couple of 
minutes. Fidgeting and fretting on the couch, he 
finally unzipped his pants and pulled his giant cock 
out. Gently stroking the hardened monster, he thought 
back to the night before and wondered what it would be 
like making love to his mother with the lights on. 
Would she be shy and awkward or would she be 
comfortable and confident. He couldn't believe that he 
was even thinking these thoughts when a day earlier 
the thought of making love to her had never crossed 
his mind.

Finally, he saw that it was five-thirty. Only one hour 
to wait, he thought as he bounded up the stairs to his 
room, his giant cock bouncing up and down in front of 
him like a broken spring.


In his room, he slipped his clothes off and hurried 
into his shower. Turning the water on as hard and as 
hot as he could stand it, he spent the next fifteen 
minutes thoroughly rubbing and washing every pore of 
his body. He wanted to be pristinely clean for his 
mother. Lastly, he lathered up his great cock and 
began stroking it as hard as he could. 

With the giant clenched in his fist, he beat it up and 
down harder and harder until he felt his cum almost 
reach the boiling point. Then, just before his cock 
erupted, he stopped and leaned back against the shower 
wall, looking down at it as it pulsated up and down 
wildly, still threatening to explode at any second. 
Finally, he regained control and stood under the water 
letting it wash away the thick, soapy lather off his 
jutting cock. 

Finally able to trust his cock not to explode, he 
stepped out and grabbed a towel. Drying off most of 
the water, he picked up his watch and saw that he had 
only twenty minutes to wait before his mother 
returned. Splashing his face with aftershave lotion, 
he giggled drunkenly as he grabbed a dry towel and 
confidently strolled down the hall to his mother's 
room. Taking her blow dryer out of her bathroom, he 
plugged it in next to her bed. Picking up his mother's 
clothes, he neatly set them down on her dressing 
stool. 

Walking back to the bed, he pulled the bedspread down. 
Then he brazenly crawled onto her bed and sat down in 
the middle of it. Vainly striking several different 
poses, he tried to picture the way his mother would 
like to see him when she walked in. At last, he 
decided on a pose with the towel draped over one leg 
and his thick, turgid cock fully exposed and lying 
draped over the other leg. Glancing at his watch 
nervously, he saw that he only had ten minutes to wait 
as he flicked on the blow dryer and began drying his 
hair.

The loud whine of the blow dryer hid the sound of his 
mother returning and he was unaware that she had come 
back.

Setting her purse and a sack of groceries on the 
table, Susan saw that Justin had gotten her message as 
the note was gone. Smiling, she stepped out of the 
kitchen and stopped in front of the mirror. Looking at 
herself in the mirror, she gently fluffed up her hair 
before strolling over to the stairs. She carried a 
single red rose in her hand for Justin to thank him 
for his support the previous night. Smiling happily, 
thinking how nice it was to have such a son, she 
started up the stairs.

Half way up the stairs, she realized that the sound of 
the blow-dryer was coming from her room. That was 
strange, she thought. Why would Justin be using her 
blow-dryer when he had his own? Maybe his was on the 
blink, she thought to herself as she walked down the 
hall toward her room.

Seeing that the door was open, she smiled and stepped 
into her bedroom.

Her mouth fell open in stunned astonishment as she saw 
her son sitting in the middle of her bed, stark naked 
and blow-drying his hair.

"OH, MY, FOR GOD'S, WHAT IN THE NAME OF, OH MY, WHAT 
ARE YOU DOING?" she was finally able to blurt out, her 
face burning a bright crimson. "What, UH, WHAT, YOU 
MEAN THAT YOU DIDN'T, UH, OH MY GOD, YOU DON'T 
REMEMBER," he gasped, grabbing at the towel and 
jerking it over his towering penis.

"WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME DO YOU MEAN?" she gasped.

"YOU REALLY DON'T REMEMBER," was all he could 
foolishly repeat.

"OH, MY GOD, IT COULDN'T BE," she groaned as realized 
what he was insinuating. 

No wonder her son's gigantic penis had looked vaguely 
familiar that morning.

Feeling her knees start to buckle, she stumbled back 
against the wall and leaned against it to keep from 
falling.

"God, MOM, I'm sorry," Justin apologized profusely, 
not knowing what to do or say, "I thought your note 
meant, uh, meant that you knew." "Knew what?" she 
fearfully asked, not wanting to hear what she knew he 
was going to say and hoping against hope that he 
wouldn't confirm what she suspicioned.

"Oh, God, I don't know how to say it," he groaned in 
misery. "Does it have to do with last night?" she 
asked, panic starting to control her.

"Yes," he said softly, not knowing how to tell her.

"Was... Was... Did we... Did we..." she stammered, not 
able to pronounce the words.

"Yes," he cried out, "I'm so sorry, Mom."

"Oh, My God," she wept, "I've ruined you."

"Oh, Mom, it wasn't your fault," he sobbed, scrambling 
to his feet.

As he stood, he forgot his towel and it dropped to the 
floor and his swollen, rigid manhood bounded into view 
once again.

"Oh, Shit," he grunted, reaching down and grabbing the 
towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he rushed over to 
his mother.

"I thought you knew by the way your note read," he 
sniffled, stepping up to her and hesitantly wrapping 
his arms around her.

"No, I didn't," she cried, reluctantly letting him 
take her into his arms, "I was so drunk I didn't 
remember what happened."

"God, I'm so sorry, I could die," he muttered, pulling 
her to him and slowly leading her back over to the 
bed.

"What's done is done, I guess," she sobbed, letting 
him ease her down onto the bed. 

"I'm so sorry that it happened," he tried to comfort 
her, "but it was wonderful, Mother,"

"We can't ever let it happen again," she mumbled 
emphatically as he pulled her to him tightly.

"I know, but," he gulped, painfully aware of how 
aroused he was. "It was the most wonderful thing that 
has ever happened to me." He mumbled, stunned by how 
he could be so excited just by her nearness, "Yes, My 
, but we can't do it, ever again. NEVER." she 
explained to him as she looked down and saw his penis 
jutting up underneath the towel wrapped around his 
waist.

"It was a terrible, terrible thing we did and we must 
never, ever do it again," she said emphatically, "Do 
you understand?"

"I know, Mother," he groaned, in agony.

He was being torn apart inside. One part of him wanted 
to obey her but another part of him wanted to make 
love to her again.

Then he felt something inside of him snap. He had to 
make love to her again or die. The need was so 
overpowering, he knew that he couldn't control it. As 
he was consumed by the unholy desire for her, he felt 
himself lusting for her but loving her too. 

Pulling her closer to him, he ran his hands down her 
back savoring the feel of her soft skin under her 
dress. He knew that he was about to do something so 
sinister and perversely evil, it would change their 
lives. 

Then powerless to stop himself, he ran his hands down 
over the swelling curve of her firm, round buttocks. 
Cupping the soft, pliant cheeks of her ass in his 
hands, he pulled her into him, grinding his huge cock 
into her stomach at the same time.

"Oh, No, Justin, Oh, No, we can't," she gasped, half-
heartedly trying to push him away from her.

"Oh, Mother Please," he blubbered pitifully as he 
squeezed and fondled her buttocks through her dress, 
"Just one more time."

"No, Baby, We can't," she moaned, embarrassingly aware 
of her son's obvious erection as he thrust himself 
into her stomach, "We mustn't, Honey, we just can't do 
it again."

"God, Mother, I can't stop myself," he grimaced, 
covering her face with soft, little butterfly kisses 
as he tried to cover her elusive mouth with his own 
hungry lips.

"Justin, Please don't," she sobbed, turning her head 
back and forth to keep his lips from finding hers, "We 
CAN'T!"

"Oh, MOTHER, I need you so badly," he panted, finally 
finding her mouth with his lips.

"JUsstnnmmppphhhhh," she mumbled as Justin's mouth 
found hers.

Then she felt her son's tongue stab into her mouth. 
Shocked, she suddenly felt a spark of desire erupt 
inside her.

How could this be happening, she cursed herself. And 
why was she being aroused by his attention while she 
was repulsed by what he was doing? Disgusted with 
herself for becoming aroused by him, she still tried 
to push him back away from her, but he was too strong 
for her. Holding her tightly against his body, Justin 
explored her mouth with his tongue as his need for her 
became unbearable.

Suddenly, he released her and pulled back away from 
her.

"Oh Thank you, God," Susan blurted out as she saw 
Justin roll away from her and step down off the bed, 
"Thank God, you came to your senses."

Then her joy turned to alarm as she saw Justin tear 
off the towel that had been hiding his huge, jutting 
manhood and fling it to the floor. "Oh, No, Baby," she 
gasped as he stood before her with his giant cock 
jutting out at her like some malignant serpent waiting 
to strike her. Then before she could move, he reached 
down and thrust his hands up under her dress.

Pushing at his arms, she tried to move away from him 
only to feel his hands slide up under her dress 
farther and farther.

Then with his hands and arms thrust up under her skirt 
all the way to his elbow, he grabbed hold of the 
waistband of her panties.

Susan didn't know what to do. It was all happening so 
fast she didn't have a chance to stop him. She 
couldn't believe this was happening to her as she felt 
his fingers dig into her belly. Then she felt him hook 
his fingers under the waistband of her panties and 
begin to pull them down. Fighting to stop him, she 
pressed her legs together as tightly as she could. 

Hoping she could keep him from pulling her panties 
off, she quickly realized that he was just too strong 
when she heard her panties tear. Then she felt him 
forcefully tug the tattered remains of her panties 
down her legs. Mortified, she felt her panties slip 
down farther and farther until they were down around 
her ankles. "Please, Baby, Don't do this to me," she 
pleaded with him again as he jerked her shoes off and 
tossed them aside.

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as she watched her son 
fling her panties across the room.

She could see that he was out of control. She had 
never seen him like this before. He was like an animal 
in heat. She realized that there was no way she could 
stop him now.

His eyes glinting evilly, Justin took hold of her 
ankles and tried to force her legs apart.

Resisting as much as she could, she knew that it was 
in vain as she felt her legs rapidly growing tired as 
his strength slowly overcame her.

Trying to force his mother's legs apart, Justin felt 
her resist, but as he kept pushing, he felt her legs 
begin to quiver and tremble.

"Oh, NO, Justin, Please don't do this," she begged him 
one more time. Ignoring her appeal, Justin kept prying 
at her legs until he felt the trembling grow more 
pronounced as she struggled to keep her legs together. 
Then slowly, her legs began to part, and Justin, 
realizing that he was about to overcome her, doubled 
his efforts. 

Tiring quickly, Susan was unable to defend herself 
anymore as she finally gave up.

Abruptly, her legs parted revealing the soft, fleshy 
core of her sexuality to her son once again.

He stopped for a moment, staring down at the 
glistening wetness between her legs. 

"Please, Baby, Don't do this to Mommy," she moaned as 
he continued to hold her legs apart and stare down at 
her gaping womanhood.

Then he slowly began to pull her toward the edge of 
the bed and the gigantic, monstrosity that jutted out 
of his groin. Whimpering plaintively, Susan tried to 
push her dress back down and cover herself. 

Justin kept pulling her toward him until her butt was 
perched on the edge of the bed. Easing himself up 
between her long, lovely legs, Justin began to push 
her dress back up her soft, tanned thighs. She 
continued to fight him until he grabbed her hands. 
Holding her hands tight with one hand, he pushed her 
skirt back up her legs with his other hand. Finally, 
he won out and her dress lay crumpled around her waist 
and he could once again see the wet pinkness of her 
womanhood glistening between her legs.

"Please don't, Baby," she begged futility.

Then he shuddered and pulled her toward him. Both of 
them watched in disbelief as his big, purple headed 
monster nudged up against the soft, yielding lips that 
surrounded her vulnerable femininity.

"Oh, My, God, Please, Baby," she moaned one last time.

"OH, FUCK," Justin groaned as pushed himself at her 
and felt his gigantic cockhead slip into the soft, 
clinging wetness of her vulnerability.

It was all he could do to keep from erupting inside 
the hot, clenching sheath of soft wetness as it slowly 
slithered into her. Gritting his teeth, he slowly slid 
himself deeper and deeper the burning circle of fire. 
He had to struggle mightily to keep from erupting 
inside the hot, clenching sheath of soft wetness, but 
he didn't explode as he slowly slid himself deeper and 
deeper inside her. 

"Oh, My, God, Justin, you're too big," Susan groaned 
as she felt her vagina being stretched to its limit by 
her son's gigantic cock just as it had been the night 
before, 

Justin didn't speak as he continued to slide his cock 
into his mother's steaming slit. Pushing himself into 
her, he drove his cock deeper and deeper into the hot, 
dripping depths of her clinging channel of velvet 
softness until at last, it was completely buried 
inside of her.

Groaning as he held himself firmly thrust up against 
her, he leaned over her and reached down to her dress 
that now lay crumpled around her waist. With his cock 
fully penetrating her sopping pussy and her soft, 
inner thighs pressing against his hips, Justin reveled 
in the feel of her heavenly cunt wrapped around his 
cock. Still holding his cock inside her , he smoothed 
out her dress and reached down to its zipper. 
Leisurely, he unzipped her dress as she watched on 
with disgust and shame. With her dress unzipped, he 
began pushing it up her body. Pushing it higher and 
higher, he finally pushed it up over the mountainous 
swell of her breasts.

Realizing that she could not fight him off, she 
conceded defeat at the hands of her son. Even though 
he was violating her in the most vile and 
reprehensible way imaginable, she still couldn't bring 
herself to hate him.

Knowing that she had already taken him willingly once 
before, she felt herself slowly begin to enjoy the 
feel of his gigantic cock inside of her. What they 
were doing was vile and heinously wicked, but still 
she couldn't stop the feeling of pleasure that was 
flowing from her vagina. Yielding herself to her 
destiny, she mentally conceded defeat at the hands of 
her son. What could she do to stop it anyway? she 
thought as she made the decision to give herself to 
him willingly once again.

Once she had surrendered herself to him, she found the 
next step so much easier. Reaching down, she took hold 
of her dress that was now wrapped around her neck and 
quickly pulled it up over her head in one swift 
movement. Tossing her dress aside, she now lay under 
her son, clad only in a diaphanous brassiere that held 
her big, beautiful breasts confined.

Justin had seen her breasts last night, but in the 
dimness of her night light, he had only had a hint of 
their real beauty. He dreamily stared down at the 
mountainous globes of flesh confined inside the filmy 
transparency of her brassiere like a man possessed. 
Then, lovingly, he reached down to them. Gently 
hooking his fingers under the bottom of the bra, he 
started to push the brassiere up off her breasts.

Not wanting him to tear the dainty brassiere, she 
quickly reached down and pushed his hand away from it. 
Then ever so slowly, she slipped her fingers down 
between the half-mooned cups of her bra to the row of 
tiny red clasps running down between her breasts. 
Seeing that her son was intently watching her fingers, 
she leisurely unhooked the top clasp of her brassiere. 
Then waiting for a few more moments, she moved down to 
the bottom clasp and with a quick flick of her 
fingers, she popped the bottom catch open. 

The instant her brassiere opened, her opulent breasts 
spilled out into the open. Gaping open mouthed, Justin 
stared down at his mother's bare breasts for the 
longest time before he could move. Then, leaning 
forward, Justin tried to wrap his hands around their 
huge perfection, but found they were too large for him 
to encircle with his hands. Feeling their soft 
perfection under his fingers, Justin began to squeeze 
and fondle them lovingly.

Staring up at her son, she watched him change from a 
boy into a man in the space of one heartbeat. Her 
illusion of him staying her little boy his whole life 
had abruptly and unalterably changed the moment they 
had become one again. 

Even as he defiled her, she couldn't stop loving him. 
She still loved him as any mother would love her son, 
but there was a new, dark side to her love for him. It 
was as if her love for him was mutating even as she 
looked up at him. Her motherly love for him was the 
same, but she could feel herself falling in love with 
him as a man. As he held himself inside her, violating 
her inner sanctity and touching her breasts so softly 
and gently, she felt herself falling in love with him 
as her lover. While her love for him as her son was a 
deep and unwavering, the other love she felt for him 
was violent and passionate. Who knew what the new love 
would bring, she thought, as she waited for her new 
lover to transport her to the next plane of their 
incestuous union.

Standing between his mother's statuesque legs with his 
giant peter buried all the way up to its hairy hilt 
inside her hot, clenching cunt, he gently toyed and 
played with her breasts. As he did, he could feel her 
persuasively squeezing his waist with her thighs. 
Waiting, he saw her slowly spread her long, curvaceous 
legs wider apart as she lifted her legs and wrapped 
her ankles around his waist. Then he felt her gently 
squeezing his waist with her calves as she nudged his 
butt with her heels, forcing his belly into hers. He 
suddenly realized that not only had she had stopped 
fighting him, but she now seemed to be coaxing him to 
make love to her. His eyes were filled with her beauty 
as he towered over her, incestuously connected to her 
by his bloated man-thing. He could feel her soft, 
silky cunt gently squeezing and milking his stiff, 
unyielding manhood as his eyes pored over her awesome 
beauty. 

How could this be happening?! He had never even 
thought of his mother sexually until last night and 
now he was making love to her for the second time in 
two days. She was the very epitome of beauty from her 
soft, billowing mane of mahogany hair to her dainty 
little pink tipped toes, he thought as he ground 
himself into her. He couldn't help quivering with 
excitement as his eyes swept down over her voluptuous 
breasts to the profusion of fur-like hair covering her 
love wound where their bodies became one. 

Even her smell was intoxicating as he breathed in 
deeply to savor the mix of fragrances wafting up from 
her. The soft sensuous fragrance of her erotic perfume 
was intermingled with the musky smell of her estrous 
wafting up from where their bodies became one filling 
his head with the heady aroma. It filled his nostrils 
and awoke in him some deep, hidden primitive drive 
that he had never experienced before. 

Unable to hold back anymore, he quickly slid his arms 
under her perfectly sculptured legs and lifted them, 
exposing her defenseless womanhood to his gigantic 
love-spear. Withdrawing the entire length of his long, 
thick cock, he looked down and saw that it was 
dripping with juices from her sopping cunt. Shuddering 
with excitement, he jerked her long legs up against 
him, brutally sending his cock ripping back into her.

"OH MY LORD," Susan gasped as she felt his huge peter 
slash back into her aching pussy.

Justin had become a madman and immediately began to 
saw his huge cock in and out of her like some crazed 
animal.

Within seconds, he was slamming his giant prick in and 
out of her drooling love-place so fast, she barely had 
to time to enjoy one thrust before the next one jarred 
her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. 
As her son hammered his cock into her over and over 
again, she shamefully took him. Wickedly, she loved 
the way he made her feel. Her inflamed slit felt like 
it was burning with an unholy fire as she reveled in 
the feel of her son's massive male weapon pistoning in 
and out of her. 

"Oh, JUSTIN, My Baby," she gurgled ecstatically as she 
surrendered herself to him heart and soul.

The barbarous feeling he was bringing out in her was 
quickly propelling her toward a cataclysmic orgasm as 
they fucked. As wrong and evil as it was, it felt 
wonderful to have her son inside of her. Would she be 
able to live without him now that he had returned to 
the place where he had been created. Just as he had 
once fulfilled her motherly needs, he was now 
fulfilling her carnal needs. She wondered if she would 
ever be able to love another man, now that her son had 
possessed her.

Whatever, she knew that their lives would never be the 
same again. But even as she tried to make sense out of 
it, she realized she couldn't concentrate on the 
problem with the wondrous feelings pouring from her 
pussy. The growing river of pleasure pouring from her 
cunt was demanding all of her attention. 

"Oh, BABY, Fuck Mommy, Oh, MY, BABY, I, Love you," she 
gushed out as Justin slammed his great cock in and out 
of her drooling love pit. Wanting him to know she was 
now willingly giving herself to him, she dug her 
fingernails into his shoulders. Holding onto him 
tightly, she savored each deep, bone jarring thrust as 
he drove his cock into her again and again. Her 
muscular thighs were still wrapped around his waist 
and her long perfectly formed legs began to rock back 
and forth above him as he fucked her. 

As his hips flashed up and down faster and harder, she 
dug her heels into his rebounding ass every time he 
drove his cock back into her sopping love channel. In 
and out, in and out, his prick his plowed into her 
drenched cunt until it was covered with a frothy 
coating of lather. As they fucked with abandon, both 
of them could feel themselves being sucked toward a 
climax of such magnitude it would threaten their very 
lives.

Then suddenly, without any warning Susan felt like a 
bomb had gone off inside of her pussy as she felt her 
son's gigantic penis explode inside her.

"OH, FUCKING HELL!!" she gasped as she felt his cock 
bolt inside of her.

His cock spurted out a gusher of thick, hot boy-cream 
so hot it felt like it had scorched the delicate 
lining of her convulsing pussy. The instant she felt 
him climax, she felt her own body react and her vagina 
locked down on her son's enormous prick. Even as she 
tripped off into her own soul-consuming orgasm, she 
could still feel her son's potent ejaculate coating 
the lining of her pussy with its blistering heat. 

She felt her whole body began to shake and writhe 
uncontrollably as the exquisite pleasure of her orgasm 
spread out from her spasming cunt. Even as the muscles 
in her body contracted and tightened into bands of 
steel, she could still feel Justin's thrusting, 
spurting manhood spewing out its fiery load into her 
clutching, grabbing cunt over and over again.

Her spirit slipped from her writhing, convulsing body 
and she floated above them, watching her son ram his 
cock into her spiritless body. Even dispossessed from 
her body as she was, she felt like the sensitive 
lining of her of her cunt was being blistered by the 
hot, thick, gelatinous semen spewing out of her son's 
great erupting penis. Then she felt a river of cum 
gush out of her overfull cunt as her son filled her to 
the point of overflowing. But still his elephantine 
cock continued to buck and surge inside of her 
spitting more and more cum into her until both of them 
were dripping with its hot, sticky thickness.

Justin had never felt such a totally addictive 
pleasure in his whole life. He felt as if his very 
life-source was gushing out of his cock and there was 
nothing that could stop it. It flowed from him out 
into his mother in a never ending stream. Never before 
had his big, dangling balls produced so much egg-rich 
milk. He felt as if he had been cumming inside of her 
for hours, yet his great, surging monster continued to 
spurt uncontrollably. 

His great engine was being driven by the sheer 
eroticism of fucking his mother and the feelings, both 
physical and mental were beyond belief. It was the 
most sexual exciting and gratifying thing he had ever 
done. Yet at the same time it was the most perverse, 
despicable thing he had ever done. Ever muscle in his 
body was locked down in one all-encompassing cramp as 
he held himself buried deep inside the soft, clutching 
depths of his mother's overflowing pussy. He was 
reaching the point of collapse when finally he felt 
the flow of semen pouring from his huge cock slow to a 
trickle. 

Then after a few more feeble little jerks, his big 
prick finally stopped pouring its thick, rich cum into 
his mother. As his cock stopped, he could feel his big 
dangling balls aching from the exertion of shooting so 
much cum into his mother.

As his own aching muscles slowly relaxed and his cock 
began to deflate, he felt the taut, tensed muscles in 
his mother's body sluggishly relent and soften. As 
they did, he felt her long, shapely legs creep down 
his legs until her feet finally touched the floor. 
Standing on his knees between his mother's 
outstretched legs, he suddenly felt a stab of remorse 
tear into his heart. 

Now that the deed was done and the overpowering 
pleasure he had felt was gone, he was experiencing an 
overwhelming sense of guilt and fear. Looking down to 
where their bodies were still linked together in an 
immoral alliance, he saw that his mother's soft, inner 
thighs glistened with his semen. 

"Oh, What have I done to you, Mother," he sobbed, 
backing away from her pulling his puffy, swollen cock 
slowly out of her dripping cunt. Unable to take his 
eyes off his thick, pink penis as it disgustingly 
slithered back out of her fleshy pink wound, he backed 
away from her. As his heavy, bloated penis slipped out 
of her, it dragged the evidence of their incestuous 
coupling out of her, dripping it down onto the floor 
between her feet.

"Can you ever forgive me?"

"Oh, Baby, don't cry," she told him, struggling to a 
sitting position and extending her arms to him, "It is 
over and done with and there is nothing that can 
change it."

"Oh, Mommy, I was so wrong to do it to you, but, but, 
I just couldn't stop," he wept as still backed away 
watching his long shrinking cock continue to ooze out 
of her.

At last, his giant cockhead flopped and out of her and 
at least a cup of frothy white excaudate gushed out of 
the deep, wet pinkness between her legs. 
Embarrassingly, it splashed down between them forming 
a puddle on the floor. Neither of them spoke for 
several moments as they stared down at the puddle of 
love-juice between her feet.

"I should be taken out and shot," Justin finally 
moaned in disgust as he stood up. 

Then another pang of remorse washed over him as he 
looked down at his mother and saw her staring at his 
cock that was now at her eye level. Disgusted, his 
eyes followed hers down to his penis. It was no longer 
hard, but it was still heavy and thick as it dangled 
down from his belly. 

"Come here, Baby," Susan said softly, reaching out to 
him.

Hesitantly, Justin moved toward her, carefully 
avoiding their puddle of spent love juice on the 
floor. 

Reaching out, Susan gently wrapped her arms around his 
hips and embraced him lovingly. 

"What we did was wrong," she said, "But it was what we 
did. When you first wanted to do it, I could have 
stopped. But, but, maybe down deep, deep inside, I 
wanted you too. Whatever, it happened and I enjoyed it 
just as much as you did, so I am just as much to blame 
as you are."

"But I started it," he sniffled.

"No, I started it last night," she told him, "And then 
when you wanted to do it again, I didn't stop you."

"But, but, what now," he stuttered.

"I don't know," she sighed, looking up at him, "I just 
don't know..."

"I know that we should stop it here and now, but..."

"But, but what," he asked her dejectedly.

"I don't know if we can," she said tiredly admitting 
defeat, "I think we have just gone too far."

"What, what, what does that mean," he stammered, 
afraid to believe what he thought he was hearing.

"It means that I've never felt what I felt when we 
were making love," she said softly, "I don't think I 
can deny myself such ecstasy forever. Do you feel the 
same way?"

"Oh, God, Yes," he gushed, reaching down and pulling 
her head into his stomach.

"Oh, be careful, Baby," she smiled up at him, "Don't 
break my neck."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mother, I didn't mean to hurt you," he 
gurgled happily, "But I'm so happy."

"I can see that," she laughed softly, looking down to 
see his thick, wet penis rapidly swelling back to 
hardness as it rose up before her...

"Oh, I'm sorry," he blushed, "But I love you so very, 
very much, I just can't stop it from getting, uh, uh, 
hard."

"Don't apologize," she told him, reaching out and 
lovingly stroking his ripening maleness, "Most men 
would kill for what you have."

"Oh, Mom, stop teasing me," he blushed again.

"I'm not teasing you," she said seriously, "You have 
the biggest penis I've ever seen on any man and you're 
still a teenager. I don't know where you got it from. 
It certainly wasn't your father. He was barely six 
inches long and yours must be what, nine or ten inches 
long?"

"God, Mom, you're embarrassing me," he complained, 
leaning down and kissing one of her big, bulbous 
nipples.

"What are we going to do, Mom," he finally asked her, 
letting her wet, slobber covered pap slip from his 
mouth.

"What are we going to do about what?" she asked him, 
uncertain what he was leading up to.

"I mean, are we going to keep doing it?" he questioned 
her, gently fondling her big, spongy breasts and 
tweaking her hardening nipples.

"Do you want to?" she asked softly.

"Oh, Yes," he blurted out excitedly, "Forever and 
ever." 

"Do you think you can keep it a secret?" she wanted to 
know, "Because if gets out that you are making love to 
me, we could both go to jail." "I will never, ever 
tell another soul," he promised her, taking her head 
in his hands and lovingly kissing her on the lips, "It 
will be our secret, forever."

"Well, since we live alone," realizing that she was 
probably making the wrong decision, "and it doesn't 
seem to affect anyone else, I guess that we can try it 
for a while and see what happens."

"Oh, GOD, Mother does that mean that I can sleep with 
you at night?" he asked her eagerly as he slowly began 
leaning against her and forcing her down on the bed.

"I don't know," she smiled up at him, sensing that he 
wanted to make love to her again, "I'll have to think 
about that."

"It would be wonderful, if we could," he told her as 
he forcefully pressed down on the bed.

"Then I wouldn't have to walk down here every time I 
wanted to make love to you, like now."

"Just a moment, Young Man," she said forcefully, 
purposefully digging her fingernails into his rigid 
cock.

"Ouch, Mom, you're hurting me," he yelped.

"You have to remember that I am your mother," she 
cautioned him, digging her nails into his hardened 
manhood even harder.

"And I still make the rules, to include when and where 
we will make love. Do you understand?"

"Ow, Yes, Oh, Mommy, you're hurting me," he whimpered.

"Okay, as long as you remember that I am your mother," 
she scolded him, slowly releasing his penis, "Now I'm 
sorry that I hurt you, but I had to get your 
attention."

"You certainly got it," he complained, "and I'll do 
whatever you say."

"Okay, would you like for me to kiss your owie and 
make it better," she smiled wickedly.

"Oh, My, God, Yes," he groaned, struggling to get to 
his hands and knees.

Waiting patiently, she watched as he straddled her and 
clumsily crawled up until his giant cock jutted out 
above her face, throbbing up and down like a huge 
malignant pink snake.

"Oh, My lovely little Baby, you have such a beautiful, 
big penis," she cooed appreciatively as she reached up 
and slowly bent his pulsating masculinity down to her 
lips.

Opening her mouth, she gently sucked her son's 
gigantic purple cockhead into her mouth. She could 
feel his growing excitement as she lazily ran her 
tongue around the bulging rim of his cockhead, 
tickling and toying with the little cleft under it 
where the glans corona was split.

"Oh, Mother, you're going to make me cum too fast," he 
whined as he felt her start to suck on him.

"Uuuuuhhhuuuhhhh," she mumbled, her mouth filled with 
his hot hardness.

Her hot, sucking mouth gradually sucked more and more 
of his great, hard penis inside her mouth as his 
control grew more and more tenuous. Looking back down 
at his mother, he watched in fascination and disbelief 
as her full, pouting lips gradually crept up the 
thick, pink shaft of his cock. Soon almost half of it 
had disappeared inside her mouth. Then he saw her let 
it slip out as she swallowed a couple of time and 
quickly took several deep breaths. 

Then without warning, she quickly sucked him back into 
her mouth. This time she didn't stop. Justin felt her 
suck his entire cock into her mouth. He could feel his 
giant cockhead butt up against the back of her mouth, 
but she jerked him down into her and he felt his cock 
stab down into her throat.

"OH, FUCKING GOD, MOTHER, YOU'VE DEEP-THROATED ME!" he 
gasped. He couldn't stop himself and he suddenly felt 
his cock jerk and spurt, sending a gusher of his cum 
down into her throat. The intensity of the pleasure 
that burst from his cock was such that his heart 
stopped beating for several beats as his penis spewed 
its frothy ejaculate directly into her throat. 

His whole body began to shake and shiver 
uncontrollably as his mother sucked on him. Afraid 
that he might have a heart attack, she hurriedly 
pulled her mouth back down the long, stiff barrel of 
his cock until only the hypersensitive cockhead 
remained inside her burning, sucking mouth. "OH, FUCK, 
MOTHER, I CAN'T..." Justin groaned collapsing down 
onto the bed beside her, rolling over onto his back 
and jerking his manhood out of her mouth.

She realized instantly, by the way he fell that he had 
fainted. Then to her astonishment, she saw his great 
cock continue to spurt out huge gobs of his glutinous 
boy cream, shooting it wastefully into the air. 
Quickly grabbing his jumping, spurting weapon, she 
furiously stroked him, watching the monster jerk and 
fire time and time again. Still running her hand up 
and down him, she was disappointed when his cock 
finally stopped erupting in her hand.

She stopped running her hand up and down his thick, 
hard cock and found that his chest and stomach were 
covered with his own potent, seed-laden syrup.

Sitting beside him, she watched him sleep for the 
longest time. At last, when his gigantic penis had 
returned to normalcy and lay on his stomach, shriveled 
and shrunken, she rolled over and pulled the covers up 
over herself.

She hoped that she had made the right decision 
although there hadn't been any other real choice. Now 
she hoped that she could satisfy her son's almost 
insatiable need to make love. Whatever, she couldn't 
ask for a more potent and well-built young lover, she 
thought as she drifted off into dreams of giant male 
organs chasing her once again.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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