hot mom story

hot mom story (closed Homerun2611)

Claire was watching her eighteen year old son Chris play his last baseball game as a Central High Tiger. Most likely the last baseball game short of a pick up game or intramural league at college. Ugh. college, she was not really prepared for that.

Claire is a single mom, 38 with short brown hair cut in a practical bob. She has brown eyes and works as a nurse at a local hospital. She has green eyes and a decent body for a single mother who can't get to the gym much. She still runs five days a week in the early morning before Chris gets up or she has to be at work. She has always had a to die for ass, and running keeps it that way. "My only real asset" she kids herself when she is feeling down or lonely..

They won 8 to 5 with Christ hitting the winning RBI. She stood looking over the fence at the young men high fiving Chris and the other and noticed, not for the first time, how they have all matured into men, at least physically. Then she saw her, Brittany, Chris's girlfriend. All hugs and kisses in her low cut sundress and blonde curls. Claire did not like Brittany. She was too much too a tease, but at least she knew Chris wouldn't knock her up and ruin his future.

Chris and Brittany walked over arm in arm.

"Hey mom we are going to get something to eat you want to join us?" Chris said cheerfully.

"Yeah Mrs Mallory, it'll be fun. The last game of high school, we should celebrate!" Brittany added cheerfully.

"Oh no, you guys go on, I better get home. I have the early shift tomorrow" Claire said, not being able to stomach Brittany's over zealous girlfriend act. Claire had heard Chris complaining to a friend "Brittany just does nothing to help me, not even a hand job." Claire always wanted the best for Chris and blue balls were not the best.

"OK mom don't wait up" Christ said then gave her a kiss on the cheek and got in his Mustang and headed out.

Claire walked to her ten year old Honda and headed home.

He had gone out to the field in the 9th inning with a ton of mixed feelings. Sports, particularly baseball, had been his life since he could remember, since he could little more than crawl. His dad had vanished before he ever knew him, so it had been her and him forever. How many times had she dutifully played catch, taken him to the batting cages and read a book as he swatted ball after ball or attended his many hundreds of games carting his buddies and him around in her reliable old Honda.

Now six foot three and 190 pounds of hardened muscle, with tousled blonde hair and blue eyes that would make Paul Newman envious, he had become a man. Bending down he grabbed a handful of dirt, and rubbed it in his hands. The score was tied, but if anyone scored this might be his last time out here as a real third baseman. He looked up in the stands and saw her, he winked, and hoped she realized that had been for her, for all the hours, all the miles, all the mending of scabbed knees. He loved his mother with all his heart, and he had to swallow hard to overcome the lump building in his throat.

Then he looked down and there was Brittany, his gorgeous little cock tease of a girl friend. As he looked she was staring at him, and made sure to cross her legs just so, to almost give him a peak of something he longed to and was never quite allowed to touch, but always the promise of soon...soon.

She was the hottest girl in school, a cheerleader, and his friends thought he was the luckiest gy around, so did she. She didn't get a wink, he had no time for torture right now, and suddenly a crack of the bat brought him back to the present. Diving to his right, getting up quick, planting his back leg, he made a spectacular throw across the diamond, to get the fast runner by a half step. Two routine outs later he was back in the dugout. A walk to the first batter, and his shot to the gap, a screaming liner he legged into a triple brought home the winning run and end to his high school career.

As he cleaned up his stuff, he heard a voice behind the dugout, it was Bill Harris, head coach at State U. "Pretty impressive finish there kid, I've got news for you...I just had a kid fail on his last attempt at the ACT, I have one half scholarship left, it's yours if you want it...you know I always liked you". He didn't add the last part, ...buth there hadn't been room. He was thrilled, bu would need to discuss it with Mom, he discussed everything important with her, they were partners. He hated how his friends would ogle her, and make comments. His mother was beautiful, she had always been beautiful, but only as he got older did he realize how incredibly hot she was. However, that was a place he didn't go, and didn't appreciate others broaching. She was his life, had been, and he figured always would be. The one person he could truly count on.

High fives over, Brittany was suddenly on his arm like glue. "Nice game big guy, I've got a little something special planned for you as a celebration". He rolled his eyes, this was a promise he had heard before, why would now be any different, maybe she could turn his balls from the usual slate blue she left them to a deep, dark violet, where no shower in the world was cold enough. "Great babe, I'd like that" he responded, hope ever springing eternal.

Then he saw her, and they invited her to dinner. He looked at her hopefully, but understood, she was never one to get in the way, always letting him bask in his own light. "Are you sure Mom?" He couldn't wait to tell her his news, but it could wait. "OK mom don't wait up" he lied, as he did want to talk to her, but wanted to be considerate. He kissed her on the cheek, and felt the warm glow he always felt. But as she walked away , he called out, not being able to completely hold back, "I do have some news I am excited to tell you later, have a safe drive home".

Heading to the locker room he showered and changed, and Brittany was there when he got out. She had a classic mustang convertible her Daddy had given her for her 18th birthday and for her to take to college. They hopped into her car, and she said, "Let's go to my house, I'm going to change and grab my fake ID and then we can go get pizza". He smiled and turned, but as they took off he felt her hand on his thigh, then amazingly felt it slide up, resting finally in his crotch and giving his initially flaccid but quickly hardening cock a squeeze, well that was certainly different, perhaps her surprise was a real surprise. Flashing her dazzling smile, and turning so he could fully enjoy her cleavage, she had a different, slightly devilish smile on her face, "so baby did you miss me today...did you think about our celebrating the end of your high school career?" With that she whipped her head back and laughed, putting her hands back on the steering wheel. "let's hurry and get home so we can get our night going!"

Brittany had been thinking about how she could try to keep Chris while obeying her mother, father and preacher. She was saving herself for marriage which she sure hoped would be soon but Chris, her true love. was going away to college. But she had a plan...

"Let's take the pizza and a few beers to the lake" Brittany said pulling out of her drive way after getting her ID. "The lake" was central high speak for making out by the pond just outside town where the cops never bother anybody. The sensation of boldly touching Chris sent a sensation through her that culminated between her legs and was hard to ignore.

Chris agreed and she drove them to get what they needed then got to the parking spot with an hour of sunlight left. They walked a little ways to a clearing and had some pizza and drank a beer each before Chris was kissing her neck. It felt so good and his hands, she wanted him to touch her, everywhere. But she couldn't.

"You can open my top and my bra" she sighed as he kissed her ear. This was new. She had never let him undress her in the least. She had let him feel her up and even dry hump her when they got really worked up but.

"Oh god" she sighed as he somehow knew how to expertly open her dress and bra. His mouth was wet and sucking hard on her swollen nipples.

"Oh Chris, that feels so good, soooo gooooddd" she sighed as his tongue licked her tender flesh.

She felt him moving on top of and his hard penis through his shorts against her thigh. She felt his legs working her skirt up and be would bump his hip into her mound and, oh my! She wanted it, she wanted him, but no, she couldn't. not here, not now. She pushed him off. "No Chris I can't" she said breathing heavily and covering her breasts wet with his saliva. "I love you but we have to wait" she explained nearly in tears.

Chris had kind of planned to meet with the guys tonight, of course their girlfriends could come too, but the last game was traditionally a night where the seniors hung up their jerseys and drank into the wee hours of the morning, like they would never see each other again. Yes it was overly dramatic and serious, but hell, they were in high school and for them this was a traumatic event. However, as Brittany felt up his thigh, and then talked about buying beer and going to the lake, the boys could wait. He had been trying to get to this point for a solid year now, and with the prom only two weeks off, he was dying to …well, do anything!

Given how good looking Chris was, and how many young girls flirted with him and played up to him when Brittany was not around, he was remarkably inexperienced. Brittany had been his dream girl, and little known to him, she had set her sights on him and arranged that he would invite her to homecoming their sophomore year. That night she had teased and kissed him just enough that the following week he had asked her to go steady, and this three year game of cat and mouse began. Initially it was no big deal, she was gorgeous and a little making out and petting over clothes kept him happy. However, as junior year, and then senior year played out, amongst the athletes at least, certainly the most popular and good looking ones, he was pretty sure he was the only virgin left. And a complete virgin at that, no hand jobs, blow jobs, and certainly not fucking. They had done a bit of dry humping and grinding, but only enough to heat up his cock, never enough to finish. Nope, he had one lover so far that took him to completion. His trusty right hand, the same one that threw almost 90 mph across the diamond, and drove shots over the wall and into the gap. Not exactly the tender touch he coveted, or the warm wetness his buddies so vividly recounted.

But here they were, "You can open my top and my bra" He almost came right there, peeling down her spaghetti straps, he just took a minute to stare at her spectacular orbs in wonder. He had recently become quite the fan of porn, freely accessed from his lap top, and he was obsessed with breasts, obsessed with everything. He had practiced on oranges, and when opportunity knocked, he dove in like a veteran. Softly massaging her breasts, as his tongue encircled her aereolas. Tighter and tighter circles, until he was tonguing and kissing her nipples, and feeling them grow hard in response to his touch. He had actually learned from watching mother son porn, and he hated himself for wondering what his mother’s breasts would be like, eighteen years after she had nourished him there. But Brittany’s tits were perfect, and each lick, kiss and suckling reverberated and echoed in his cock.

His cock, he was quite proud of what he had learned about his criminally underutilized organ. Chris was HUNG. In class they had taught that the average man’s penis fully erect, was not even 6 inches. Chris had learned in his first session with Britany, and then confirmed back home when he was able to fit both of his large hands in twisting and pumping his cock, he was every bit of 10 inches, putting him in the 99.9th percentile. But what the fuck good did it do him if he never got to show it to anyone.

He was in heaven, moaning, he could feel his cock almost peeking out from his long shorts as he pushed her back gently and moved on top. He could feel she wanted it too, the warmth and dampness against his thigh, this was it, finally they were ready, and….”No Chris I can’t…I love you but we have to wait” Noooo, he wanted to scream as he was pushed off rolling over on his back. He looked up ready to yell, for god’s sake, at least your hand your mouth, let me please you…but instead he saw his personal kryptonite…tears. It was over, she put her things on, and leaned over for soft kissing, and laying her thigh over his with just enough friction to keep him rock hard and so completely unsatisfied. They stayed there for two more hours, her cooing and keeping him frustratingly hard, and him staying quiet, holding her, respecting her like he thought his mother would expect him to.

She dropped him off, “I’m sorry baby, you know I want it too…let’s go see a movie tomorrow…I’ll wear something you like!” The kissed good night, and he walked in harder, and needier than ever, he hoped the lights were off, and his mother was in bed. As much as he wanted to tell her his news, he needed the solace of his room, his trusty right hand, and sweet, sweet release!

The only lights on in the small house was the kitchen light where Claire sat with a glass of red wine. As Chris shut the door and locked it she called "hey honey, I am in the kitchen." Her voice was weak and sad. She watched Christ come out of the darkness of the living room and step into the kitchen.

"How was your date?" she asked trying to sound cheerful. She noticed the pained look on his face and the usual bulge in his jeans. "Not what you hoped for huh?" she said. "well I have some more bad news, come in and sit." She watched him walk over as his face turned to concern as he saw she was unhappy. He was a wonderfully considerate boy.

"College just got tougher" she said before lifting the nearly empty glass and draining the last of the wine into her thin pink lips. "I did not get that promotion I planned on..." she said as tears welled in her eyes. "I don't want to burden you with debt for your education, so I can pick up some extra shifts and maybe get some extra work at that nursing home" she ran on as the wine intensified her guilt.

She was still in the scrubs she had worn at work. She got up and turned to the counter getting the open bottle of wine. Scrubs always accentuated her backside perfectly. She was not thinking about it at the time but most doctors has a tough time not at least mentioning it, if not touching her. She turned back ignoring Chris's eyes slowly rising from her lower half. Her amble chest pressed out into the scrubs but her outfit was not the most flattering my any stretch, unless you have a thing for hospitals or nurses in scrubs. She looked down at Christ sitting with a look of such sadness it broke her heart. She began to cry, "I am so sorry, honey. I will figure something out. I can mortgage the house. You will go to college!" she said stepping over and putting her arm around his brought shoulder and pressing her body into his arm. Her breast firm against his shoulder. "It'll work out" she sighed as his head leaned into her.

"hey honey, I am in the kitchen." Chris heard her angelic voice, but all he could think was "SHIT". It wasn't that he didn't want to see her, he loved her, but not like this. He looked down at the massive hard on in his shorts, and felt it diminish every so slightly in embarrassment, but nowhere near enough. As she spoke he tried to turn at an angle that made his 'issue' less obvious and hoped she hadn't noticed, it wasn't as if her eyes enjoyed staring down at his crotch. He slid in next to her and was shaking his head. "I don't really want to talk about it mom, it is just hard...but I understand...it's just...." and he let it drop.

This was not a conversation to have with your mother, how your smoking hot girlfriend had you so backed up, you thought you might explode. However, as he looked at her, suddenly those thoughts disappeared. She was sad, really sad, mom rarely sat here drinking alone. "What is it?" He asked, his concern could not have been more genuine, and if someone had hurt her, he might just hurt them. He found he was getting more passionate, and perhaps beating the shit out of some man who might have hurt his mother, might just give him the release he needed for all of his pent up passion.

"College just got tougher...I did not get that promotion I planned on....I don't want to burden you with debt for your education, so I can pick up some extra shifts and maybe get some extra work at that nursing home." He let her finish, part of him was smiling, thrilled at the news he had for her, but first he needed to console her. He wanted to just reach out, take her in his arms and hug her, tell her it would all be okay, but he was just a kid in her eyes, not the man he wanted to be for her, take care of her. He absorbed it and watched her get up to refill her wine glass. He was ashamed, as he let his eyes follow her, and despite himself enjoy her incredible ass. He swallowed in shame, as he felt his cock throb, and become as hard just looking at his mother, as his grinding into Brittany, and the licking, sucking and kissing of her incredible tits had done.

He was almost sure she had caught him looking, and god help him, that was almost as big of a turn on as the view itself. As was the electric shock he felt as her body and her wonderful breasts caressed him lovingly. He wanted to make her world better, and he forgot how hard he was, and pushed back from the table and pulled her down on his lap so he could look straight into her eyes. one hand sliding back and around her waist to support her, the other he brought to cradle her cheek and turn her face and eyes to look directly into his.

"First, those guys are crazy for not promoting you, if they don't realize how amazing my mother is, it is their loss. I think you should seriously consider looking for a new group of Doctor's who would appreciate having the best and prettiest nurse anywhere taking care of them." He smiled, letting her take in the compliment. Trying to adjust a bit, so that his cock was not pushing so hard and directly up into her. "But you don't have to take on more hours...that was the news I wanted to tell you. Coach Harris from State was at the game. He offered me a half scholarship in baseball, combined with my academic money that is a full ride. Room, board and tuition all at one of the top engineering programs in the Midwest. Plus I can stay closer to home. It is only an hour and a half away, you can come up to some of my games, and I can come home and see you."

He stopped, beaming and proud, finally able to do something for her...he grabbed her and pulled her in tight, her breasts pressing into the sculpted, and rippling muscles of his broad chest. "It is going to be okay Mom, we've always been a team, and finally I can do something to help...I love you so much, and we are going to be fine!"

The wine and long shift had made her feel like jelly as Chris moved her around and sat her on his lap. Her hip felt his hard on instantly but he was so excited to tell her something. It was like when he was little and got a compliment from the teacher or a coach. He was so cute, but now it was different. He was grown and aroused under her. She dare not mention it as her own body reacted subconsciously. As her head spun processing this she heard "Coach Harris from State.... half scholarship ... full ride." Her eyes widened as her prayers had been answered. She was so proud of her little man.

"Oh Honey that's amazing!" she said inches from his face. Eye to eye, nearly lip to lip his arms held her steady on his rock hard lap.

Her mind was spinning wildly, "he called me pretty" she thought looking into his big brown eyes. "He was checking me out" the silence between them was only momentary but seemed eternal. "Brittany certainly did not help him out" she thought as his rigid cock throbbed under her scrubs.

She needed time. This was too much. She hugged him pulling herself tight to him. She had her cheek next to his and breathed in his ear, "I am so proud of you, of my big man (she always refereed to his as this since he grew taller than she in sixth grade) I wish there was something I could do for you." She was shocked as the words came out and they both knew exactly what that was. "This has been such a good day baby" she purred, her breathy voice sent waves of excitement along the massive shaft under her. She was emboldened and asked "how was your date?" as she sat back up.

He beamed in pride, he too remembered the days, recounting the compliments to his mother, but more adoring her reaction as she praised him and filled him with the unconditional love and unwavering support only a mother can give. He remembered being nestled into her bosom and feeling sense of pride and accomplishment that nothing else in life ever matched.

He felt her breath on his neck and ear, and fire and chills poured through him. Letting out a loud sigh of satisfaction, and, yes, desire, he whispered back, "Oh mom, no one has ever made me feel as good as you do!" He loved how he called her big man, and tried hard not to reflect all that nickname now embodied in this position.

God damn that Brittany, for getting him in this most unholy state. He sat here coveting and wanting his mother, more than anything, Brittany, the entire cheer squad, anything. Who possibly was more beautiful and did he love more than her, NO ONE. "I wish there was something I could do for you." He almost blurted it out, "Oh God, yes...." He stopped and caught himself. But there were so many things, so many dirty and taboo things, things he had watched in porn, things he would fantasize about tonight when, if he was finally able to release. Fuck Brittany, tonight he would be jacking off to his mother, his mother doing so many un motherly, but delicious acts to him. "....you, you have already done everything, what else could I possibly ask for and want?" It was a question they both knew but were afraid to speak or at least he was...who knows what she was thinking. Again, he felt shame. How could he be thinking like this...sure his mother, his sweet, sexy, fucking hot, but adoring mother, was not thinking this

She sat up, and her movement created a most unforseen result. With that oh so bref opening, her weight momentarily off of him, his prick popped up, and as she straightened his head up pushing up through the baggy shorts, slid between her thighs. Her thighs now gripped and caressed him, and he knew his prick had to be pressed up against the length of her folds. "Hmmmph" he gasped out, the sensation almost indescribable. He swallowed again, his mouth quickly drying, and he looked at her as he had done so many times, frightened, caught red handed with his arm down in the cookie jar.

He tried to ignore, her question, "Uh, uh, my date...I guess it was fine...typical Brittany....hmmm" his breath staggered. He really needed to get upstairs...he was about to explode!

"oh god" Claire's inner voice wavered as she felt him. She felt his hard on. "Either he likes me or Brittany left him blue balled again" she thought. She had made a steady diet of interns at the hospital. It was shooting fish in a barrel with twenty something doctors trapped at work for days on end and Claire looking for nothing more than a good hard fuck. But it had been a while since she had been transferred in hopes of the promotion. Lots of old doctors slapping her ass was about all she could get. They had too much to lose to push it any further, even if she was interested.

She became aware that the lights of the kitchen would make them visible to anyone out walking their dog or the neighbor taking out his trash. "What was she thinking?" her inner voice said trying to talk her down off the high wire she wanted to go out on.

She managed to stand without making too much of a sense with his cock now hanging halfway out.

"It's late" she sighed "that is such great news" she said turning at the counter and looking back at her son, the grown man she had raised as he awkwardly tried to contain the cock he inherited, without much else, from his loser father. "You better get some rest" she said turning towards the sink and looking out the window to see if anyone was being nosy.

"Is he looking at my ass?" she thought to herself then focused her eyes so the reflection from the room came into focus and there he was staring intently. She smiled and he caught her reflection in the window and abruptly said "OK, good night mom" and bolted out and up the stairs. She drained the last of her wine and and put the cork back in the bottle. "What an appropriate metaphor to this evening" she laughed to herself as she flipped the switch and the kitchen was dark.

She climbed the stairs and stopped at the top as the light in Chris' room was coming out from under the door. She ran her hand over her breast and felt her stiff nipple. Then down over her mound in a daze almost. Was he in there naked? Would he freak if I walked in? Would he let me do what Brittany the tease won't? She exhaled and turned and went in her room. She stripped and went into her bathroom and turned on the shower. The hot water felt good on her tired body as the steamed filled the air.

Chris’ mind was swimming. His beautiful mother on his lap, things dancing through his mind, he knew shouldn’t be there. His massive cock hard and trapped between her thighs, pressed against her lips, he could even feel the warmth emanating from her forbidden sex. However, she must not have realized it, or she did an incredible job of not letting him know, or then a thought sickened and saddened him a bit, maybe she felt nothing. There had been times, not all that long ago, he had come home and seen a younger man scurrying from his house. He had tried not to think about it, but now he could guess, and he hated the thought. He needed to stop this train of thought, thinking of his mother like that. As she got up, seemingly unfazed, he still watched her ass, no wonder those men had wanted her, but he wasn’t that, and maybe she had not taken advantage of his need, knowing he wouldn’t ever want to be just another young cock in her barnyard.

He smiled and said goodnight, bolting upstairs, such mixed and conflicting emotions dancing through his mind. Once there he stripped down and laid on his back, looking in the mirror, he looked back on his conflicted body, his needy cock towering above him. Leaning back he closed his eyes, grabbing his shaft in his strong right hand, and placing the palm of his left up on his tip, rubbing it and teasing his throbbing and glistening head until he felt the precum begin to ooze and flow from his increasingly overstimulated opening.

Slowly stroking his thick, meaty shaft, he was thrusting his hips, pretending she was there. Whispering, moaning, trying to stay quiet. “Brittany, please baby, yes, stroke it, mmmm, your mouth, lick it, suck it, oh god please.” He got harder and harder and began thrusting hard enough that his old bed creaked. He was nearly out of his mind with need. He took the left hand, giving his head a respite, he grabbed his balls, fondling them, kneading them, imagining her mouth, sucking them in, twirling her tongue about them, just like he had watched on his laptop.

Except, now it was her, the sweet innocence of young love, replaced by the taboo desires of a horny young man, and the woman who had just come the closest to holding his cock as anyone ever had. His right hand now flying up and down at an almost blurring pace. He dug his heels into the mattress. His moaning louder, crazy with desire and demanding release, he let his desire ring out, “oh mommy, yes, take me, take your big boy, swallow me mommy, swallow my cum!” It was so dirty, so filthy, to hear himself say those words, his cock jerked and erupted, rope after rope fired three feet or more into the air before splashing back to earth on his stomach, chest and thighs. Coming down, he was embarrassed and hurriedly searched for Kleenex. He looked out under the door, thank god there was no sign of her. He might have been forced to run away from home in pure shame.

He cleaned himself off, and flushed the evidence of his guilt down the toilet. He finally peaked outside. His mother’s door was closed. Thank goodness! He did hear a high pitched whirring sound. He remembered their old neck and shoulder massager. He felt guilty. The tension of the day must have gotten to her. She had needed relief, and instead he had scampered upstairs to self gratify. He should have tended to her first, after all who was more equipped to give her what she had needed than him, he knew the answer, NO ONE. Disappointed in himself, his selfishness, he climbed into bed naked. Soon he was fast asleep, post orgasmic bliss, quite soothing. That night his dreams were incredibly erotic, he just couldn’t quite remember of who as the sun rose the next day.

The hot water of the shower would have felt good on her tired muscles if she had been tired. The fatigue from work had been replaced with the adrenaline of lust.

"He was hard between my legs!" she said to herself as she lathered up her hands and ran them over her skin, now a super conductor. "His fucking cock was against my pussy!" she said out loud as the water poured onto her oblivious of the cataclysmic events of the last ten minutes. "My own son, my flesh and blood, fully erect, FULLY and between my legs!" she said again to herself as if convincing herself it happened. Her hand was now between her legs not longer concerned with washing as much as satisfying. She leaned her short and stout gymnast body against the tiled wall of the shower and closed her eyes as her fingers worked her button.

He was only a few feet away and obviously horny as an eighteen year old virgin after a date could be.

"wrong wrong wrong" she said as her eyes opened and she began rinsing the soap from her body. She as disgusted with herself for letting it get as far as it had.

"It's morally wrong, illegal, ridiculous" she thought as she toweled off in front of the full length mirror on the back of her door. "He was not hard for you, you old maid"s he thought as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was still in good shape but the years were there. "He was still hard from that bitch Brittany" she said then covered her mouth in shock at what she had just said. She was jealous.

Claire put the towel back and pulled on an old Pearl Jam tee shirt worn nearly to nothing but soft as could be against her clean skin. She turned off the light and got into bed staring into the ceiling. Suddenly she got up and walked out into the wall. His light was off but she walked silently closer and her small bare feet pressed into the beige carpet.

At his door she stood, nearly shaking with nerves. Her nipples stood tall in the tee shirt, as if anyone could see her in the darkness of the hall. Then she heard him, “Brittany, please baby, yes, stroke it, mmmm, your mouth, lick it, suck it, oh god please.” A flood of excitement filled her as her hand slid between her legs. It was quiet as she pleasured herself outside his door.

It all stooped as the bed creaked. She froze and the idea of running back to her room filled her but she could not move. She watched the door knob for any movement but then heard his soft moaning through the door. Her hand returned to it's task as she leaned her ear closer to the door. His moaning was louder as she sensed he was nearing orgasm. The thought of his hard young body exploding with cum sent her closer.

“oh mommy, yes, take me, take your big boy, swallow me mommy, swallow my cum!” filed her head from the door. Her mouth opened as her knees nearly buckled and her orgasm shook her head to toe. She listened as the tell tale silence meant he was cumming. Then the bed creaked again and she bolted to her room. She closed the door quickly but silently leaving it unlocked as the obscene idea of him coming to her in the night crossed her mind.

She scooted into bed and after a moment to calm down replayed the events in her head. Her hand pressed and pinched her breast as she concentrated on the memory of him in the kitchen. She reached into her nightstand and got her vibrator she told him was for her sour muscles.

"Oh god Claire" she sighed to herself as the plastic bulbous device warmed in her hands. She pulled back the covers and began again. She watched the door in the pale moonlight for any movement as she imagined if she had just let him. If she had slid her scrubs off and sat back on his hard cock. "Oh god Claire" she sighed at herself, at her real self, not the socially correct mother but the woman who needed a man, who needed her boy, her man, Chris.

Chris woke up early, it wasn't even 7:00 AM but he knew his Mom would be up shortly, showering, fixing breakfast if he wanted and somehow making it into work by 8 AM, wheels screaming into the parking lot. He was naked, and on his side, the body pillow she had purchased him for Christmas, which he loved between his legs, and as he awoke, startled, he was dry humping it for all it was worth. 'Jesus dude, get ahold of your self..." a poor choice of words, for if he did get ahold of himself he would most certainly need to finish. Yesterday and last night had almost been too much, first Britt, then Mom, and then his decadent finish as he released to his two women. He sat there and stretched, and let himself come down from that wicked, morning wood.

Still big, there was nothing he could really do about that, he tossed on gym shorts and went out into the hall and into the bathroom that lay between his and his mother's room. Morning piss taken care of, teeth brushed, the gym short covered, shirtless young man, sheepishly knocked on his mother's door. She appeared to be out like a light, she must have had a hard night, given all the stress she was under.

He tried again, "Mom, it's Chris, can I come in?" Still no answer, he creaked the door open, and looked in. She was asleep, angelically laying on her back, suddenly he was a little boy again, barely lifting the light blanket and sheet covering her enough so that he could slip in and lay his head on her chest, and lie down with her, like he used to do so often when he was little.

His head on her chest, unknowingly his mouth was a mere inch or two from her nipple. now under the covers, his top hand was gently resting across her lower thigh, his lower arm resting against her leg. It felt good to be here, comforting as his head rocked up and down on the smooth waves of his mother's breathing. His eyes open he watched her breasts move up and down, and his breathing became a bit heavier, blowing soft warms puffs across her nipple, first warm, then cool her nipples got slightly harder with each breath, and were soon firm little bullets pressing up, almost through the thin t-shirt.

"Mom, I'm sorry..." He spoke in little more than a whisper, speaking to himself as much as he spoke to her. His hand on her thigh, he couldn't deny the shot of electricity that shot through him, particularly to his other primary appendage that also rested against her leg. Nervously, he began to pet her leg, nervously, trying to be gentle and soothing, his hand gliding initially from her mid to lower thigh, his fingertips lightly grazing almost tickling her inner thigh. "...I should not have run off, I wasn't thinking of you...how tired and what you needed...how you were feeling...."

Each pet, almost drawn by magnetic pull, his hand ventured higher and higher, his fingers tips, almost nearing where her thighs, her legs only slightly separated, almost touched. "Mmmm, mom, you are in good shape, your legs are so firm, remember when we used to go riding together, and you taught me how to squeeze the stallion between my thighs, so my bottom and my...well...you know...didn't pound up and down on the saddle. You told me how that was how the mucles in your bottom got so firm and solid.

He gulped slightly, he hadn't meant to go her, but suddenly he was more conscious of his hand, how close his upward strokes may have been coming to...and he thought about his lower arm how even has high as his shoulder, he didn't feel any material...and suddenly his mind went to where no good son's should. Was his mother wearing a thong, or even panties at all, his shoulder only felt bare skin, and his cock came to full attention. 'Oh God, no he had come in under the best of intentions, but now, just like last night, he was hard, rock hard for his mother. Suddenly he heard her. "Shh, it's alright sweetie, come up here, let mommy lay here just a few more minutes and enjoy her big boy cuddling".

He slid up, and as he separated, his cock swung up in his shorts, and in a way, that only a young man's cock works, was suddenly straight up, pressing against his lower abdomen. She rolled over on her side, but instead of sliding away, he felt her slide back, pushing against him, as they spooned, just like they used to, other than then, it had been him inside and her wrapped lovingly and protectively around him.

"Mmmm, this is nice, we haven't done this for a long time", she cood, and he softly leaned in and kissed her cheek. "It is...but don't tell anyone, but I've missed it." And he had, he loved her tender touch, her reaffirming words and loving embrace, gently delivered. Almost on cue, he felt her hand come up and wrap around his neck, gently massaging it, which pushed her ass back such that he was now firmly pressing up and down the crack of her amazing ass, albeit through the ever more strained fabric of his gym shorts.

His hand which had been on her arm, before she raised it, fell down, and was just below, almost cupping her breast as she stretched back over her head to lovingly caress him.

"Mom" he softly whispered into her ear, "I have a date with Britt tonight, and afterward, I hope it is okay if I bring her back here...unless you are having someone over?....but afterward, after she leaves, I heard you needing to use the massager. I have strong hands, and if you would like, I would give you a shoulder rub, foot rub or back rub, whatever I could do to make you feel good. You are so good to me, and I need to make sure, that I am taking care of you, you should be able to count on me."

He was suddenly embarrassed, and if he wasn't careful, if his cock got any harder or she moved any more, he would be probing one of her forbidden holes, the only question was which. He suddenly got lost in a thought, a desire, that he tried so hard to suppress. He wanted her to reach back, lower the waistband of his shorts, and welcome his cock back to the home that had delivered him originally. This was so bad, why was his body doing this, why was he thinking this, his poor sweet mother, what a disgrace he was.

He precariously leaned in, just enough to kiss her, tempting a most awkward consummation. He definitely pressed in, but he fortunately did not penetrate. He kissed her the cheek, "I should have been more thoughtful last night, it won't happen again, I love you Mom, more than anything." And with that, he got up, and did not dare look back, off he went to the bathroom, and turned the shower on to clean his filthy body, his even dirtier mind, and turned the water...ICE COLD!

It was a dream. Claire awoke in the arms of her son. Her was grown and warm and strong wrapped around her. She was in heaven, even as he pressed his hard on into her. "What?" she said to herself as she replayed the ten minutes prior. She threw back the covers and realized how very close he had come to her. She was only wearing the tee shirt.

"God it felt amazing" she admitted to herself as the idea of hooking up with him grew almost unavoidable. She heard the shower and began rubbing herself thinking of the sensation of him against her. "Oh Chris yes, give it to mommy, let me do what that bitch Brittany won't for you" she sighed softly as her hand rubbed her clit quickly. She rolled onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow as her knees pulled her hips up and she worked herself as if on top of him.

"Does that feel good baby? You like it with mom on top?" she asked the pillow as her orgasm neared. She rolled back over to her back and with both hands brought herself to full orgasm.

She exhaled and beamed with the pleasure she was feeling. Then she looked at the alarm clock and heard the shower go off and ran into the bathroom. She knocked on the shared shower and said "hurry baby I need to get to work." She opened the door catching a view of his naked ass as he went out the other side.

She did not have time to play any more but would have liked to.

She remembered on her way to work that he was bringing Brittany over and then wanted to massage me? "Oh god" she sighed pulling into the parking lot in her old Honda. She walked into the office with thoughts of her eighteen year old son massaging her after getting worked up by his chaste girlfriend.

Luckily work distracted her for the day and by the time she got home she had only begun to think about Chris again.

Frozen to almost a popsicle, he walked out of the shower. Every second he was getting closer to popping and sooner or later something had to give. He almost hadn't left the bathroom fast enough which made him feel guiltier y!et. Now his needs were making her late for work. Cleaned up he headed off to school, and it wasn't until second period study hall that he remembered he had never gotten back to the State U Coach. His text was simple, "Thank you Coach, I'm in, you will never regret it! Please send me the binding letter of intent and I will return it immediately. - Chris"

However, it was in the hall before his third class where things got trickier. Brittany came bouncing up to him, she couldn't help it with that body, and put her arms around him giving him a big kiss. "How's my man?" Normally Chris would have just gone along and made her feel good, but something about these last few times with his Mom, how close he had come to doing something he might regret forever had convinced him something had to change.

"Your man is frustrated Babe" and he saw her smile disappear and the fear in her eyes. "I know you love me, and I love you too, but something has to change, we are 18 and I can't keep coming home feeling like this, you know?" He paused and looked at her, "It's not like I want to break up but...." He did not finish that thought. "Listen, I will meet you right after school, let's go to the early movie, grab a bite and then my mom said we could come back to my house, but Britt....something needs to change, I'm sorry but it does...if we really love each other?"

He knew this was a bomb, particularly right before Prom, and he was pretty sure she had plans way beyond that. They didn't have to go all the way...although God he wanted to...but something other than his right hand had to get him off, before he pounced all over his sweet innocent mother!

Brittany was shocked. She was excited and horrified all day and even after Chris picked her up. What was she going to do? Was she going to touch it? Make it orgasm? The thought was double edged, strangely exciting her in ways she was unfamiliar and heart breaking to her parents, her faith and herself. She had an oath with the preacher and with God but she loved Chris.

In the movie she ran her hand down his thigh as she held his big strong hand. She was nervous and she knew he sensed it. "What was he going to want?" she wondered chewing her pinky fingernail.

They pulled up to the house and his mom's Honda was parted in the driveway. She pulled in behind it. She took a deep breath and got out and went in with Chris.

* * *

Claire was finishing her first glass of wine when she saw the headlights of Brittany's car in the window. She was nervous, having seen Chris since he slipped out of the shower. She quickly took the bottle of wine and glass up to her room, assuming she would be up there while they, "watched TV."

She came back downstairs still in her scrubs and met them in the living room. They made small talk as Claire fought the urge to hate Brittany and her perfect blonde hair and big tits and slender tall body. She could see how much Chris wanted her, and really who could blame him.

"I am going to take a shower. You kids enjoy yourself" she said with a last look and smile for Chris. Seeing them together took the naughty thoughts out of her head as she showered and put on a pair of grey sweat pants and a tee shirt from a 5k she ran years ago. She loved wearing old worn super soft tee shirts so sleep. She was reading her book and finished another glass of wine before she got up the nerve to take a listen to what was going on downstairs.

As Chris picked up Brittany after school it was different than any date that they had had in quite a while. She was not flirting and teasing, instead, she seemed apprehensive, clearly struggling with the message that Chis had clearly and accurately delivered. He intentionally chose a chick flick, "A Star Is Born" but Chris actually liked it, and there was one hot sex scene, and he felt her hand on is thigh and held it there. She knew he wanted more, and he knew she was wrestling with what she could give. Part of him felt guilty, the other new this was part of a normal relationship and both people needed to be on the same page sexually.

Driving home, tension remained high, as the moment of truth approached. His mom was friendly as always, but it was a little unusual to see her drinking two night in a row alone, and wondered if anything else was bothering her. They would talk later.

When Mom went back up, and they heard the shower turn on, it was their time. Brittany was wearing one of her staples, black yoga pants, a sports bra, and a loose bare mid drift, off the shoulder sweatshirt with a sports bra underneath. The pulled up a movie on cable and turned off the lights, as she curled into him like usual, resting her head on his chest and playing with, but never unbuttoning the buttons on one of his nicer button down shirts. As the movie progressed, they slid down and she was now on his side partially draped over him, and reaching up she cradled his cheek, and they began to softly neck, quikly french kissing and moaning as they grinded and did a bit of dry humping. This was all familiar territory.

She felt him getting hard underneath her, and while she wasn't sure how far she'd go, she knew she had to go somewhere. As they kissed, he massaged her ass, squeezing it, and pressing her down harder on his throbbing cock. But as he began to slide his hand inside her yoga pants, pushing them down ever so slightly she took matters into her own hands. She had watched a little porn over the last few months as her desires were growing too, and she had become quite good at pleasuring herself. Rising up above him, she made quite the show of taking her sweatshirt off, and this is where it usually stopped. Not tonight, she winked and this time her hands went down and peeled her sports bra slowly off, her staying there high on her knees above him.

She took her breasts in her hands and rolled her nipples, performing her own little striptease. "You like this baby, is this part of what you wanted?"...this was a first, but she was not done, she had watched, and she had a little routine, some dirty talk to get her man some of what she thought he wanted. "....you like this...you've wanted these tits haven't you baby...mmmm, look at mama's tits...come and suck on them big boy, they're all yours!" My god, he was on fire, without knowing it, she had used words that put him right in the cross hairs of the two women he most wanted, suddenly he was back in his mother's room, his cock half buried in her sweet ass. "Oh fuck momma yes!" He played along not sure who he was with mentally right now, his hot blonde girlfriend or the primary woman in his life, probably asleep up stairs.

Up he sat, and he latched his mouth on her C cup natural tits, suckling, kissing, loving as she moaned and enjoyed his attention. She was straddling his thigh, pushing down and grinding on his cock, and all of a sudden she wanted him, where, how, still unknown, but she wanted more to. Her hands grabbed at his shirt, flying down and releasing his buttons like falling dominos. Pressing her hands into his chest, leaning down, as he made love to, devoured her breasts in ways that made her gasp, and moan, "Oh God Chris...yes...you feel so good on my tits...I want to ...let me take it out." They were in full throttle, her fumbling with his belt and button fly jeans, him steadily pushing those yoga pants down over her perfect cheerleader ass, squeezing her tight ass cheeks and bringing his big hands and long fingers around to press aganst her barely covered lips, hot and wet through the fabric of her thong. "Oh yes, Momma" "Jesus Chris ...Jesus!" Finally she had worked the fly open, and her hands literally dove inside his boxers, and for the first time in his life, his massive, erect cock, was taken to the open air and held by a woman...no a girl...who knew nothing about...precum. There was so much of it, she freaked. The sticking slimy substance was instantl all over her hands. 'He came!' she thought and recoiled in fear. "No baby don't it's just precum...he moaned out...he was so close, he needed so little more, as he stared at those beautiful naked tits. But the moment was over, "Chris, I can't baby, ths was a start, but no more...I can't, not tonight!" She was suddenly a whirling dervish of getting dressed, clothes put on any way she could do it fast enough.

There were tears in her eyes, as she looked at him. "Don't give up on me, I just need time, I'm trying, you see I'm trying." He didn't know how to feel, mad, guilty, he ashamedly and painfully put his gun back in his holster. "I know you are...it will be alright...we will see each other tomorrow and there is still the lake this weekend!" He was trying to be nice, but he was so disappointed. He let her out, one last peck goodnight and he shut the door and leaned back against it. He shut his eyes and let out a deep breath, he still had a long in his jeans, that ached now more than ever. He swore, he was going to die a virgin!

Claire sat at the top of the stairs watching the reflection of the couch in the mirror she had positioned just so. She felt guilty watching the teenagers making out and grinding against each others hard young bodies, but the wine cut that. As the action heated up and Brittany straddled Chris and took off her sweatshirt and bra she felt a pang of jealousy. Brittany was gorgeous, perfect really with clear soft skin and blonde through and through.

They were awkward and overly excited but that added to the heat. Then Brittany said "....you like this...you've wanted these tits haven't you baby...mmmm, look at mama's tits...come and suck on them big boy, they're all yours!" Claire thought "hey that's my line!" as her legs opened and her hands ran along the inside of her thighs. She wondered how far the little tease was going to go. Was this it? Was she about to watch her son get his first blowjob or even lose his virginity? At least a hand job for sure she thought as her hands now pressed into her crotch.

Claire was watching and slipped a hand under her sweatpants feeling the warm excitement this peeping was giving her. Then she heard "Oh fuck momma yes!" come out of her baby's mouth nearly bringing her to full orgasm. Chris was all over her licking and sucking and all Claire could think was "I want to be her."

They were both excited as Claire watched forgetting how wrong this was of her.

Brittany hissed "Oh God Chris...yes...you feel so good on my tits...I want to ...let me take it out."

"Here we go, let's see that little bitch handle my boy" Claire said excited for Chris to finally get some proper attention. "Wear a rubber" she thought to herself.

Brittany fumbled with his pants, almost painfully for Claire who would have stripped him in three seconds to get at that. Then Chris moaned with incredible lust "Oh yes, Momma" "Jesus Chris ...Jesus!". Claire shuddered as her fingers quickened against her clit. Her toes curling into carpet on the stairs. Claire's eyes were closed as the pleasure nearing was so intense then, "Chris, I can't baby, ths was a start, but no more...I can't, not tonight!" came from Brittany.

And that was it. Chris was a nice guy about it. Claire never would have gotten someone that close and then stopped. She also doubted most men would accept that. She waited as Chris walked her to the door. Then Claire, who a minute before had been on the verge of a five alarm orgasm now was a deer int he headlights. She went to her room and dove into bed. Her heart racing as her hands were clenched between her thighs.

"Come to me baby, momma will make it alright" she whispered to herself with her back to the door, listening intently. "Momma won't tease you without satisfying you" she said as images filled her head of being Brittany straddling him. How she would have sucked that big dick off and then some. She waited as the house grew quiet. "Maybe I should go to him?" she thought.

So close yet so far...

She watched them

He let out a deep breath, shutting his eyes and softly pounding the back of his head against the door.. He looked at his shirt still scattered across the coffee table, his pants still undone. "FUCK..." he sighed, and shook his head. He fastened his pants back up and tried to get over tonight. He knew he was good looking, lots of girls would have wanted to be hear tonight, but he had stayed true to Brittany, she did love him, and maybe he loved her, he definitely wanted her, almost as much as.... He remembered back to the charge she had sent through him, "...mmmm, look at mama's tits...come and suck on them big boy, they're all yours!" Those words had almost driven him over the edge, but not because of Britt...nope...there was one Momma....the woman who meant the world to him, the woman who twice in the last 24 hours he had imagined and wanted to fuck, more than he ever thought possible.

He went in the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and saw the six pack of lite in their. 'What the hell, high school sports were over...she wouldn't mind, would she? He was close to being a man, and her big boy needed a beer, God he needed a beer!' However no sooner than he popped the flip top, he felt guilty, he didn't even take a sip, not without her permission. Tossing his shirt on, but leaving it unbuttoned, he climbed the stairs two at a time, as he reached the top of the stairs. He thought she was likely in bed, but he heard her voice, "Come to me baby, momma will make it alright..." It was soft, but clear, she was calling to him right? As she spoke her next words, he didn't hear them, he was calling to her, "Mom, are you up...I have a favor to ask of you?" She didn't respond, she had been saying something to, she must not have heard him.

A quick knock on the door, and he tried to open, she was there, and it bumped into her and came back shut. A second time, more gently he opened, "Mom, I was coming to ask if it was okay if I had this beer...but since you're up, do you want me to come in, would you like that massage?"

Claire's arm was caught in her sweat pants as the door pushed her petite body. "What the?" she said then hearing Chris "Mom, I was coming to ask if it was okay if I had this beer...but since you're up, do you want me to come in, would you like that massage?" she caught her breath. Luckily the room was dark and she was able to get herself together. She looked back around the now half open door. Her eyes met his as her cheeks were red with embarrassment.

"Yeah, sure" she said, unsure and unclear on to what she was agreeing to. Her eyes dropped to his open shirt and then down. "Looks like you and Brittany had some... fun." she said with a confused tone between happy and jealous and disappointed.

He looked away as she already knew it was not as much as he needed. "Maybe I will join you for that beer" she said surprising him. She stepped out into the hall as her tee shirt left nothing for imagination when it came to her nipples. She followed her man child downstairs wiping her pungent fingers inside her sweats.

She looked at the one already open and ignored it going into the fridge for her own. She bent over and took an extra long time wrestling it from the plastic ring holding it with the others. She turned and closed the door then sat across the table from Chris.

She popped the top and took a long drink as Chris marveled at her throats motion gulping the beer. She put the beer down with a smile and said "I don't know what I am going to do when you leave for college. I doubt those girls will let you leave to come home to your old frumpy mom, even for breaks." She smiled warmly half joking but in her heart she knew she was right. He was tall and nice and strapped like an animal.

"So how did it go with Brittany?" she asked nodding towards his open shirt.

Chris didn't know how to answer his mom, "Looks like you and Brittany had some... fun." Well, looks could be deceiving. Fuck, that wasn't fair they had, had some fun. For a moment it was amazing, and then it was bone crushing, or at least boner crushing. His cock was still extremely hard, Fuck he was 18 and the good and bad news of being 18 is, once hard, the bad boy stays up for a while.

However, the next simple statement blew him away, "Maybe I will join you for that beer." It was such an incredibly, seemingly innocuous comment, but it felt amazing. For the first time she was treating him like a man, no questioning, no motherly warnings, more like an adult man and woman sharing a drink, a real drink. "That would be great, I didn't think..." He didn't finish, why ruin the moment and have her second guess. As she struggled to free the beer from it six-pack brethren she wiggled her ass trying to get leverage, and despite feeling guilty leering, his cock saluted.

He watched her drink, arching her neck up, and there was something fucking erotic waching her swallow, her nipples hard underneath her thin old comfy t-shirt. It had to be Britany, what she had said, but while he had always admired him, his mothers tits had never looked so desirable, and oddly, attainable.

"I don't know what I am going to do when you leave for college. I doubt those girls will let you leave to come home to your old frumpy mom, even for breaks." He laughed, "Frumpy, you have got to be kidding...do you know how many of my friends have you as their number one MILF..." He caught himself, "I'm sorry, that was crude, but frumpy you will never be, and certainly not to me...no woman will ever have my heart like you do...plus, the last thing I would worry about is what other girls are doing." He got up, and she had to see how hard he was, how he was almost painfully constrained in his jeans.

"So how did it go with Brittany?" She innocently, but concernedly asked, and he questioned what he should say, but he had to talk to someone, he was about to explode, literally. He pounded the last third of his beer, and asked her, "Do you mind if I have another?" He walked to the fridge and felt her motherly eyes following him, worried. He didn't see how her eyes stared at his ass as he opened the fridge and took another, nor how she licked her lips. Holding the beer in one hand, he took another big swig, and then he moved close to her, her eyes at belt buckle height, his cock constraining jeans only six inches at most from her mouth.

He ran his free hand through her hair, his fingers lightly cupping the back of her head. "I don't know...there must me something wrong with me...I'm just so frustrated...." He set his beer on the table, his now free hand moving to the top button of his jeans. It had to be momentary inanity, later he would never be able to explain or forgive himself for what happened next. But unlike Brittany, one quick pull completely opened the button fly jeans, a second quick pull lowered his boxer briefs, and in what seemed like an instant, out sprang his massive cock, looking his sweet mother one eye to two. Big, long, thick and needy, he almost hit her in the face. "Mom, what is wrong with it...Brittany grabbed it, touched it and ran away...what's wrong with me...is it ugly...is it too big? I don't know what to do". His rant finished, he stood there paralyzed...what the fuck had he just done!

"... number one MILF..." he said as her legs instinctively spread as the thought of his buddies sitting around talking about the things they wanted to do to her. It was almost too much as she tried to bring things back to normal. She asked about Brittany thinking that was safe but then he got up for another beer.

"That was quick" she thought as he was clearly not a virgin to drinking beer. She took another swig as she watched his perfect athletic ass bend over in the fridge. She could not help but lick her thick pink lips.

"Get a hold of yourself Claire" she thought as she pushed her hand down between her legs for a quick rub.

Chris turned and stepped next to her as her heart raced. She looked up into his handsome face and smiled. He opened his jeans and before she even could think was face to cock. He was massive. The largest cock she had ever seen.

She heard "Mom, what is wrong with it..." and sighed "nothing." "Is it too big?" he asked as a naive young virgin, unaware of the wonder he held.

Her heart stopped as her brain went numb and time stopped and the world disappeared. She looked up at his face as her hand came up and took his shaft. She marveled at how her hand could barely get around it.

"Oh no baby, it's perfect" she said as her hand started to stroke him, and her thumb brushed the head, wet with pre-cum.

"Does this feel OK baby?" she purred as her eyes returned to his hot throbbing shaft. She brought her other hand up and took the base. It was pulsating in her hand and she thought he was cumming but no, he was just so virile and excited. She shifted in her chair bringing her ass to the edge and facing him. She did not wait for him to object or reject as she brought her mouth to his head. She kissed it and then let her tongue slide around the head and along his slit tasting him. She then pushed him into her mouth as she sucked firmly on him. She looked up towards his face as her cheeks hollowed and she slowly bobbed on his cock head.

Chris didn’t just love his mother, he adored her. It was only with someone he so completely trusted, that he finally articulated his greatest fear. No woman would actually desire his giant penis. Of course he had heard the porn discussions, but those were porn actresses, who were so open they could tale a fist and a forearm up to the elbows and not wince. He wanted normal girls, girls like Brittany, and a single touch had seemingly horrified her. He had never been a drinker, but he was a massive eater, needing massive calories to support the burn of his athletic exertion and the building of the muscles that now rippled across his large frame. He had thought of it like a bottle of water as he downed the first, but he felt it, and his natural inhibitions lowered.

It was was still a shock to him though, when in pure desperation, he whipped out his massive organ and flopped his rocket, engines already burning, directly in the face of the one true love of his life. Wide eyed, horrified, he looked down at her, his hand frozen, holding the back of her head, loving her, pulling her ever gently forward, needing her reassuring caress. How many times, with tears in his eyes from striking out to end a game, or coming home with a C on a test he had so studied for, had she been there, reassuring him, loving him unconditionally, “It’s okay big boy, mommy is here, you will be fine, your always incredible in Mommy’s eyes.”. So now, at his most vulnerable he turned, in the most inappropriate way he possibly could have, to the only port, where his ship had always found relief from life’s storms.

Then she did it, she softly, soothingly, grasped his disparaged member. Mommy was there, not running, taking care of her baby. But this was not like before, no, not ever, Mommy had never done this! “Oh no baby, it’s perfect.” And then, Oh God then, she stroked it, her thumb teasing his opening, the mouth of his snake, and the desire of his precum, month’s and years of pent up, ever increasing need began to readily flow, and pleasure, need, desire flooded his body like he never knew he could feel. “ You like it...perfect!” He beamed, shame and self doubt we’re shattered and replaced with pride and manliness, she knew what her baby needed and she delivered in spades.

If his cock was a rocket, and his conscience were NASA, he had one message, “Houston, shut the fuck up, this rocket is just fine, never been any better, communications are shutting down, ignition commencing!” “Does this feel OK baby?” “Uh...hhhh...mmm..hhh” words could not formulate, only the gasps of the most primal satisfaction and want, OK! Never anything better, never, ever, ever, EVER!

Suddenly her second hand was there, hands so delicate, only in concert did they have a chance I’d encircling and fully enclosing his meat. His cock twitched and jerked, so enthusiastic, like a jerkily tail wagging puppy, so excited to see its master it almost couldn’t control its bodily functions. She scooted forward, his hand naturally encouraging her advancement. His mind racing, ‘please what’s next, don’t stop, oh please mommy don’t stop!’

Then those soft lips, those that used to so often kiss his when younger, but had far more frequently transitioned to less appreciative cheek as he grew older, kissed him, lovingly, affectionately in a way she had never done before. She didn’t kiss to soothe, she kissed to arouse, as if further arousal was even possible. Next, her soft warm tip of her tongue lapped at his precum, and it too, teased his opening, another hard twitch, another clear indication of complete submission to her magical touch.

Around him, his full girth, her lips enclosed and sealed tight, making sure he didn’t leave, while all he wanted was more, deeper! Inch after inch of his length disappeared into her mouth. Her tongue was amazing, twirling and teasing his head and shaft as she took him. Grabbing her head, he thrusted, unable to hold back, and then pulled back again. She didn’t whimper, or hesitate, she engaged, satisfying her man.

He looked down and saw her nipples, hard, nearly poking through the thin t-shirt, and he reached down with his free hand, first fondling her full breast, then finding and twirling her nipple. THIS WAS HAPPENING!!! He was so far beyond the point of no return it was crazy, he had to tell her, she had to know, “Oh MOMMY yes, please yes, please I need you, I love you, please, please, take your big boy, I’m yours, please take me, teach me, let me show you. Make me a man, the man you want and need!”

Claire suppressed her smile as Chris whispered so excitedly. She was on pins and needles as what was always a taboo fantasy and unthinkable was happening and so natural.

"Baby has problem, momma makes it better" she thought as she worked him gently at first. Letting him feel her soft lips and tongue. She had sucked many cocks in her day but this one was special for so many reasons. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as possible and as his hands touched her head and then her breast she took more of him into her mouth. She had been with many men who after the foreplay with Brittany and then her tried and tested technique would have filled her mouth minutes before, but Chris was special. He was an amazing man in so many ways, and she was just starting to crack the surface.

She pulled her mouth off his cock and continued pumping him with both hands as her saliva now lubricated him. She looked up at him with her big soft brown eyes.

"Is everything OK baby?" she whispered. He answered by putting his hand on her head and pulling her back onto his cock. She twisted her hands up and down as he thrust into her wet pursed lips. She looked up into his eyes as he looked down. she could see his orgasm nearing as his mouth opened. She ached for it. She wanted to give him the greatest pleasure possible. She sucked and pumped and watched his face contort then he stiffened and grunted sending his cum explosively into her mouth. She sucked in every drop then recoiled for his next. Again and again she felt him flood her mouth then retreat and again and again. She swallowed in much the way she had taken the beer. And worked him until he was spent and sensitive and stepped back stumbling into the refrigerator.

She sat with her legs open and wiped some saliva that had run down her chin with her tee shirt. It was then that it dawned on her, "what now?" She slowly looked up at her son and waited for his reaction. In this moment she was alone, horrified, would he walk away to college and leave her alone like all men do. What else could he do? Then she thought, we will always have tonight.

"Is everything OK baby?""Oh God....Sweet Jesus" he moaned. Neither Claire nor Chris were religious but he was finding religion in that moment, the first and best evidence he had ever had of a superior being. There was a God and his angel had its lips and both hands wrapped around his throbbing cock. As she momentarily broke her attack, leaning back he saw the string of saliva extend from his dripping cock to her soft lips...hopefully tethered, almost immediately pulling her back. It was heaven as she worked his head, shaft, and cock, alternating her approach, and then somehow opening her throat and bobbing as he thrusted and fucked the living shit out of his beautiful mother's sweet mouth. She was an incredible cocksucker, top shelf, porn star quality.

Never relenting, a constant build, she was pushing him closer ever closer, and when her hand slipped down to his balls, he was done, nirvana....body tensing, his balls tucking tight, and 18 years of pent up need...of munitions production...summoned its inventory as his entire body spasmed and fired, bullet after bullet, after bullet of his semiautomatic weapon into his target...he had no idea what a massive load he delivered, all he knew was as he came and came and came...he felt the best he ever had in his life, and it was so, unbelievably arousing to watch his mother take all of his cum, working and sucking every drop he could muster and taking it, drinking of him and swallowing his offering, like it was the most precious thing she had ever had in her mouth...and somehow in the most tender part of his heart, he hoped that was the case.

He stood and delivered every bit he could, her big boy finished, he stumbled back in a pure fog of delight. Thankfully the refrigerator caught him, if it had been the back door he would have stumbled back until he fell flat on his ass, his strong young legs spent. He was breathing hard, but he was also on fire, she had poured kerosene on the fire that was his latent, and self denied lust for her, pandora's box open, he never wanted to have it shut again.

His eyes closed, catching his breath, she asked the critical question..."what now?" His eyes fired open, if she had any doubts of his total lust, absolute need, they should have vanished in a second. He was 18 years old, his refractory period could be measured in a time less than he could run a 100 meter dash. His cock was already rock hard again...."You..what's next is Momma..." he stared at her, more wolf and red riding hood, than mother son...his cum still on her lips..her legs spread and all he wanted to do was GO, GO, GO...with a swagger he had never felt before, a confidence of a man who has just taken a bit of heaven and needs to finish the meal, he went over to his small mother, and put his massive hands around her still tiny waist. He picked her up like a child would a small doll and set her ass on the counter top. He went to pull her t-shirt up over her head, but she was sitting on it. Frustrated, overcome with need he fumbled for 2...3 seconds but it felt like an eternity, and then with the strength of a future division 1 athlete, his fingers found the collar of her shirt and in one, quick violent push he shredded it open, letting her amazing tits fall out. As he had done roughly 18 years ago, his lips latched on to her breast, is tongue lips and teeth working her nipples..sucking...needing...wanting...taking!

This time it was her hands on the back of his head, pulling him to her bosom...not to soothe, not to pacify..to feed and ignite. Sucking and licking, his hands worked down her rib cage and tummy, turning his hands to slide down her hips and inside her sweats. Mmmm, no panties, just bare flesh...he sucked and sucked on her sweet teet...passion soaring...finally breaking as his hands grasped the top of the waistband of her sweats, stepping back slightly to give them room...he looked into her eyes with a combination of true and pure passion, need and love she had never seen in any man before, and most certainly never felt herself,"please, we need to take these off!" he lustily grunted...and with a smile that was ear to ear...she lifted her hips of the counter....

She was eighteen again as he lifted her, weightless and free. Too aroused to worry about damage Chris lifted her to the counter and ripped her shirt off. It was to get at her. The way he would demand to feed as a baby, even in public, often giving girlfriends a laugh.

"He will be a handful when he's grown" they could joke as his small hands would pull at her shirt and then he would try to suckle through her blouse.

This was familiar but different as his big hungry mouth latched on to her long dry nipple. She caressed his head just as gently, pulling him into her.

"That's it baby, momma is here for you always" she repeated as she had seventeen years ago. The difference was the taste in her mouth of his cum and his hands now sliding into her sweats, wanting more of her, all of her.

Her legs were spread to accept him as he suckled and licked and fed on her aching breasts blocking his ability to strip her pants. He stopped his oral assault and looked into her eyes. She saw the flames of lust and intimate desire in his big brown eyes. I am sure he saw the same in her matching eyes. He stepped back and she lifted her hips like a gymnast. Her abs ripped with muscle and her legs held up as he pulled the pants down her short legs.

As he got her sweats to her feet and held each foot delicately and slid the elastic off. One then the other, knowing this was a moment he would never forget and would change him and his relationship with his mouth for the rest of their lives. He looked up at her smiling. A lifetime of memories from toddler to man flashed as she pulled her legs back and opened herself for him to come home.

"Do you want me baby?" she asked as he hesitated.