Jared sat at the breakfast table, staring idly at his diploma.
It was still rolled tightly and tied closed with a cheap blue
ribbon. Out of high-school one day already, and he didn’t feel
any different. He was fairly certain that you were supposed to
feel grown up or changed or experienced or something after
leaving the cap and gown ceremony.
Sighing, he tossed the diploma down the table, and dug into
breakfast, stopping to swallow his pill with a mouthful of OJ.
He’d been taking them since he was twelve or so; his mom had said
that they were supposed to correct a degenerative disease he’d
inherited from his father. The only thing he’d ever gotten from
his father, as a matter of fact. The fucker had run off two days
before his eleventh birthday. Not a call, not a letter, not an
alimony check had been seen from him since. But that was okay,
Jared thought, his mom was pretty great, and they could live
comfortably from the proceeds of a couple of biochemical patents
she held, stemming from her grad work in college.
“Morning kiddo,” Karen Smythe ruffled her son’s hair as she
walked into the kitchen, the heels on her slippers clacking
loudly against the linoleum floor. As she passed him, she could
hear the clatter of his spoon as it fell into the cereal bowl,
and Jared choked out a “M-mornin’.”
As he tried to put his eyes back into their sockets, Jared’s mind
boggled at what he was seeing. His mom had apparently traded in
her old terrycloth robe for a brand-new blue one, covered in a
flowery pattern, and diaphanous to the point of being
transparent! Underneath, she wore a brief nighty of the same
pattern; the hem was so high that her ass nearly slid out from
underneath it as she walked, hips swaying, long, long, legs
perched atop a pair of high-heeled slippers. He watched,
speechless as she slinked to the kitchen window, through which a
June sun shone brightly, and took a long look outside, bending
over the counter ever-so-slightly. Karen could hear his breath
catch as the hem of the nighty rose just high enough for him to
catch a glimpse of her succulent, round asscheeks and the thong
panties that ran between them. Turning around, she promptly
hopped up on the counter, giving him a good long look at the huge
swell of her tits, the nighty covering only enough to be decent,
though the peaks of her nipples were evident through the thin
fabric. Crossing her legs slowly, Jared got a peek at his mom’s
panty-covered pussy, which was already starting to moisten
underneath it’s satin cover.
“Isn’t it a beautiful morning?” She asked, a mischevious smile on
her face. Jared snapped back to reality, and shook his head
before stammering out a reply. One of his hands slipped under the
table to adjust his thick cock, quickly coming to a full
erection.
“Did you have anything planned for this evening?” Karen already
knew the answer to this, even before she’d asked the question.
Of course he didn’t. She’d made him too well for that. Shy
little Jared didn’t have many friends, certainly none to knock
about with on a Friday night. Shy little Jared with the big
meaty COCK that filled her dreams lately. Now that things were
coming to a head, she was starting to salivate with anticipation.
“Because if you don’t,” she continued, “I thought maybe we could
have a little celebration here this evening, just a son and his
mommy.” She crossed those long, long, legs again, and dangled
one of the slippers from a perfectly-shaped little foot.
“N-no,” was his reply, still slightly agog and very erect.
“Good.” Karen said, then followed with “did you take yourpill?”
“Yes, mom.” Her smile widened a little. Those pills had been
the crux of a very, very long plan. A little growth hormone, a
little sedative, and some other goodies, had ensured that Jared
had, since puberty, developed into a sedate, obedient young man
with a fat cock and testicles filled with sweet virgin cream,
ripe for the plucking. She shivered with anticipation, and her
cunt quivered, the panty gusset quickly becoming quite damp.
“You’re such a good boy, Jared. I just wish you weren’t going to
college in the fall,” her voice was wistful as she swept her
chestnut hair back, jiggling her massive 32E tits. He wouldn’t
be going anywhere, she knew, and her pussy spasmed again.
“I’m sorry, mom,” he mumbled, genuinely guilty.
“Ah well,” she hopped off the counter. “Even my little boy’s got
to grow up sometime.” Karen walked over and planted a kiss on
his forehead, giving him a good view of those smooth, firm globes
up close. While he eyed her cleavage, she took the opportunity to
glance down at his lap, where his shorts couldn’t even begin to
hide the massive bulge beneath. “Mmmmm…and you are growing
up,” she straightened and continued out, knowing that his eyes
were glued to her ass.
* * *
The rest of Jared’s day was long, torturous, and spent staring at
his mother when he thought she wasn’t looking. A Good Boy, he
never touched himself; masturbation was something filthy
perverted people did in back alleyways with whores. And yet, it
was difficult not to; many times, he found that an “adjustment”
of his stiff cock was taking far longer than it should have. He
didn’t know what to do – this had never happened to such an
extent before. It had always gone up during inappropriate times,
but then it always went down, eventually.
His mom wasn’t making it any easier on him, either. After
breakfast, he had spent a couple of hours bringing cool drinks
out onto the deck for her when she called from the poolside,
where she lay on the chaise lounge, body glistening with tanning
oil, practically every tanned, toned inch exposed in a tiny black
bikini he’d never seen before. The triangles of fabric over her
tits were tented by erect nipples and he could almost catch a
glimpse of rosy aureolae. The bottoms were no better, an
eyepatch over the prominent mound of her pussy, and a thong
behind, exposing all of those beautiful, rounded buttocks to his
wandering eyes. If that hadn’t set his balls churning, they
certainly started when she fished an ice-cube from one of the
drinks, sucked on it a moment, her pink tongue flickering from
between pouty, sensuous lips, and then proceeded to run it down
over her mountainous tits, across the flat plain of her tummy,
and down, briefly, between those beautiflly sculpted thighs.
Jared had had to run back to the house, head spinning, balls
aching, mentally berating himself for the turn his mind had
taken. This was wrong! Very, very wrong. He couldn’t think
about his mom *that* way. Why had she chosen to break out this
new wardrobe *today*?
Lunch was no better, though she had changed from the bikini to
something a little more, uh, concealing; a tight, white tank-top
that ended just above her sexy little navel and pushed her huge
tits up even more, a pair of cutoff jeans that tied in the front,
but very loosely, revealing a patch of darkness that *had*, just
had to be a pair of panties, albeit very low-riding ones, and
black slides with four-inch heels. He’d had to sit there, and
pretend to eat while she slurped away at a rapidly-melting cone
of vanilla ice-cream, rivulets flowing freely over her hands,
sending errant drops down over those magnificent mammaries of
hers, and her upper thighs. His mom wasn’t quick to scoop these
up, but she did, one at a time, bringing each creamy droplet to
her mouth via a sticky finger, and giving it a good long suck
each time she did, just to be sure to get all the crea-er-ice
cream.
Karen knew she was torturing her son, and did it gladly. She had
hid beneath burlap and sacks for too many years, waiting for
today, and she relished the sense of power it gave her, knowing
that her son was trembling that way for *her*, knowing that his
cock was bursting his shorts because of *her*. It sent a shiver
down her spine, and her pussy gushed with anticipation. In fact,
it was all she could do to stop herself from jumping the boy now,
but things hadn’t been set up downstairs quite yet.
At any rate, the day wore on for the two of them at a torturous
pace. Karen continued to tease her boy dreadfully throughout,
changing clothes three more times; a long, thin sundress after
lunch that just happened to be completely see-through in strong
sunlight, and Karen sought to interpose herself between Jared and
a window at every opportunity, giving him a look at her body in
silhouette; then back to shorts and a bikini top to “wash the
car”, a task which rapidly turned into a water fight; and
finally, for dinner, a long, black skirt, slashed high to reveal
the stockings that wrapped themselves so sensuously around her
legs and the black sandals on her feet, with a beige and black
top that was basically two strips of fabric, cris-crossed beneath
her breasts, exposing her firm tummy, and the fact that she
wasn’t wearing a bra over those huge tits of hers.
Jared shifted uncomfortably in his seat, wearing his best clothes
from last year, the pants too tight, especially the area beneath
his zipper.
The dinner table was empty, save a pair of glasses, each filled
with what looked like wine.
“A toast,” Karen raised her glass, smiling broadly with glossy,
pouty lips. Jared did likewise. “To eight years of long, hard
work, and the payoff it brings.”
That puzzled him. “Mom, I’ve only been in high-school six
years.”
“Who said we were talking about high school?” There was a
mischevious glint in her eye as she took a sip from her glass.
Jared followed suit. The liquid that passed his lips was sweet
and heady, though with no trace of alcohol (he’d taken communion
before, of course, and knew what wine tasted like). Tilting the
glass further, he greedily poured the drink down his throat.
Putting the glass down, he noticed his head was abuzz, as well as
his balls. His mom eyed him with open hunger.
“Mom?” He began, but the buzzing in his head was louder, now,
and the erection in his pants surging with blood like never
before.
“Is something wrong?” She asked, standing up slowly, and crossing
the dining room to where he sat.
“Hmmm,” she crouched next to his chair. “I think I see a
problem.” She ran her hand over the huge lump in his pants.
Jared groaned. This was wrong; everything here was wrong. He
shouldn’t be feeling this way, not about his mom. He couldn’t,
he couldn’t, he… The button on his pants, straining already,
came apart with the slightest touch of her fingers. “Oh, there’s
some definite swelling here. But mommy’s got just the thing…”
She deftly pulled his zipper down, his briefs practically moved
themselves out of the way, and suddenly, there it was, a massive
pillar of throbbing meat, the purple knob at the top weeping
precum like a faucet. Awed by the sight, Karen couldn’t help but
run a hand lightly down the shaft, enjoying the feel of the soft
skin on the underside of his cock, the cock she’d made, *her*
cock, now.
“N-noooo,” Jared mumbled, his head lolling. There had been an
explosion of pleasure in his brain when she’d touched him; but it
was wrong, bad, dirty pleasure. He was a Good Boy; he didn’t
want his mom toooooooooh…
“You can’t resist, you know,” she said, taking a firmer hold of
his dick, and beginning to slowly jack it. The sensations caused
her son to groan again, louder this time, and shudder in his
chair. “Now sit back, relax, and enjoy what your mommy’s doing
for you.” She quickened the pace of her strokes, though she had
to use both hands to get his whole cock, and soon it was coated
with pre-cum, and the aroma of dick filled the air. Karen
inhaled deeply. How she missed that smell!
Karen was a first-class cumslut; nothing made her feel more
powerful than knowing she could bring a man to a huge orgasm,
sometimes again and again. Long she’d searched for the perfect
cock, big and tasty and everlasting, and she’d thought she’d
found it with her ex-husband, who carried a ten-inch dick that
could last all night. However, when he’d run off with a hefty
chunk of her money and no goodbye, she decided to stop searching
and create the perfect cock. A biochemical genius with a minor
in biogenetics, figuring out how to grow a cock that was big, and
hard, and would spew forth semen in the quantities she’d only
dreamed about, wasn’t that hard. And finding a specimen to
undergo the long-term treatment hadn’t been hard either, once she
struggled past her morals; Jared was perfect, just coming into
puberty, predisposed towards having a large penis through his
father, and easily manipulated.
She knelt there, staring at the purple knob between her hands,
and suddenly she couldn’t wait any longer; it had been *eight*
fucking years since she’d had a cock, and here was a perfect one
right in her fucking face.
“MMMmmmmmplfff…*schluck*…” she could barely fit the head of
his dick past her lips, but the taste of sweet pre-cum, made all
the sweeter by the knowledge that it was vigrin spew from her own
son, sent her pussy gushing, and she began diddling her cunt with
one hand while still jerking his stiff dick. “Mmmm…soooooo
*shlurrrp* gooood…mommmy’s *sluchsk* little boy certainly
*slurpshht* has a big…Mmmmm…hot…tasty COCK.
Yummmmmmm…yummy hot cock…*shlurrrp* mommy loves *schlp* her
baby’s *shllllck* beautiful dong…do you like it when I lick it
like this? *schlupp* *slurp* Or how about when I put my tongue
in here?” Jared could only moan and arch his back as she wiggled
the tip of her tongue in the slit in the head of his cock. It
felt soooooo good…like nothing on earth, but he couldn’t…she
was his mother…
“It feels good *slurp* doesn’t it? Your mommy *shlerp* sucking
your *schlllck* BIG *slrrrp* FAT *schluck* COCK…so why not just
give in? Give mommy all that sweet *slurp* HOT *schlllp*
cream… you know you…mmmmmmm…want to…just give up…give
mmmmmmm *schlurp* me your cum, cummmmm for Mommmy…cum in my
mouth…cum in my face…all over my tits…” Something inside
Jared broke; it was too much – the assault of pleasure on his
cock, the buzz in his head, the dirty talk from his mom, though
he only understood half the words. A shiver ran down his spine,
straight to the brain in his cock. His balls, the size of fists,
clenched up, and Karen squealed with glee. “That’s right, cumm
for Mommmy…CUM! Give me all that sweet boycream! CUM! CUM!
CUMMMMMMMMM!” An animal cry erupted from Jared’s lips, and the
first plume of semen spewed forth from his cock, flying high in
the air, only to arc down and land across his mother’s face.
Five spurts in all painted her face, hair, and tits before she
managed to take the jerking, spurting, meat under control and
take the remaining semen in her mouth; seven more filled her
mouth, excess goo running forth from her glossy lips to pool at
the base of his cock. Once he seemed to be done, she sat back
and swallowed his sweet, incestuous cream.
Jared lay back in his chair, body sprawled, dick still heavy and
erect, glistening with cum and saliva.
“We’re not done yet,” his mom said, standing. “You were made to
go all night, and by God, we’re going to go all night.”