My son was growing up, and as he developed, I couldn’t help but notice what a hot body the young man had. He looked like his father — tall and dark. Judging from the big bulge in his pants, he was probably built like his father, too.
Looking at Thomas, I wondered what he did for sex. I knew that he didn’t date a lot of girls, and I brought up visions sometimes of how he looked, lying on his bed, stroking his big, fat cock in his hand. I guessed that just about every mother wondered that about their sons.
I had been divorced for about six years, and I hadn’t had a single date that turned into a night of sex the entire time. I was content, after dating the stupid slobs that I ran into, to just stay home and finger myself to mind-blowing orgasms. It was during just one such encounter with my finger that my son tapped on my door, and then opened it slowly. I lay on the bed, my legs spread wide, bent at the knees. One of my hands was at my pussy, fingering my clitoris, while the other was at my tits, pinching my nipples.
I could tell that he thought that I didn’t hear him knock — hell, I was making a lot of noise. He didn’t know that I knew he was there. I made it look as if I were so wrapped up in what I was doing that I was oblivious to everything but my fingers.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I watched as he stood there, his mouth hanging open, his eyes wide. His hand moved to his crotch and he grabbed his cock, straightening it out in his shorts. The sight of me laying there like that must have given him an instant hard on.
He moved his hand up and down his crotch, stroking himself through the cotton of his briefs. The sight of that thrilled me even more, and I turned to him.
He didn’t move. He just stood there, looking at me.
“Come over here,” I said.
He walked slowly over to the bed. I could see the massive outline of his cock as he walked toward me. He was built like his father, all right — but larger. He moved toward my face, and I quit fingering my cunt and tits as I reached over and traced the outline of his cock through the cotton of his briefs.
It was terribly hard and warm to the touch, straining against its fabric prison, begging for attention. I reached up with my thumbs, and hooking them in the elastic band of his shorts, pulled them down. When his cock was free, it jumped up and stuck straight out at my face. It was massive, purple-headed dick. His black pubic hair framed it perfectly, with little curly hairs dotting his fat, fleshy balls.
It was fatter than his father’s cock had been, for sure. It wasn’t as long, though. But, I wasn’t disappointed — not at all. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around the massive dong, right at the base. I could feel his warm, heavy balls right beneath, pressing against my little finger. “My, that’s quite a thing you got there,” I said. “Let Momma take care of that for you.”
I began stroking his dick, pointing it at my face. As I stroked, he looked at my tits, and then down at my pussy. Tentatively, he reached down and touched one of my erect nipples with the tip of his finger. The feeling of his touch sent thrills through me. I squirmed in ecstasy, and he jerked his finger away. I reached out and took his hand in mine and pressed it against my tits.
“Play with them all you want,” I said.
I spread my legs a little wider and lifted my legs, bending them at the knees. “Why not put this,” I said, pointing at his cock, “in there?”
He didn’t say anything at all. He climbed on top of me, his hard dick pressing against my wet pussy, his mouth falling on my tits. I reached down and guided his hard dick into my cunt. Spreading my legs wider, I reached around and gripped his buttocks and pressed him toward me. His cock entered me as I pushed him in all the way. I could feel his fat cock throbbing inside me, and when I felt his balls against my ass, I nearly came.
He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked on it, moving his tongue around on it just the right way. I moaned in pleasure, and he stopped and looked up at me and smiled.
“You like that?” whispered.
I nodded and grunted, “yes.”
He began to suck my nipples in earnest then, moving from one to the other and back again. As he sucked, he began thrusting with his cock, shoving it into me all the way, his balls slapping against my ass. He moved faster and faster, and I came.
He stopped and looked at me quizzically.
“I’m OK, Tommy — I just came. Keep it up, I love it.”
He began thrusting again, faster this time. I could feel his shaking body reach the point of orgasm, and I knew he was going to cum. He thrust faster and faster, and groan escaped his lips. He thrust in to me, keeping his cock buried in my pussy, and I felt him shoot his load. His cock jerked and jerked, and the expanding cock shot a hot load of cum deep inside me. This was followed by another and then another.
I came again, thrashing around on the bed like a wild woman. He started thrusting again, and I came gain. Then, slowly, he pulled his fat cock out of me. He rolled off me and lay on the bed.
“I thought you were hurt,” he whispered.
I laughed. “I was thinking of you, you know.”
“Yes, dreaming, sort of. That was a dream come true.”