Apto para su hijo
Sherry had the wind knocked out of her by her divorce when she reached the age of forty-four, but by the time she was approaching her forty-fifth birthday, things had turned around. At first, Sherry didn't know what to do with herself or even where to go. With her mind in a haze of confusion, she ended up moving in with her son, Joel, who had an apartment not far from the center of their city. The apartment was good sized, with two bedrooms, one of which Joel had been using as an office. When his mother moved in, he set up his work station in his bedroom and let her have the spare.
"Oh, darling, I hate to put you out," Sherry had told him with a resigned sigh.
"You're not, Mom, trust me," he'd replied. "I'd rather have you here where I can take care of you instead of out on your own, who knows where."
"But sweetie, it's not like I don't have enough money to be comfortable," she explained.
"I know, Mom, but I'd worry about you being on your own."
Sherry smiled warmly at his protective attitude, feeling more relieved than she cared to admit. She didn't really want to live on her own and her son was the best company she could ask for. If only her ex had been half that devoted.
Joel was twenty-four at that point and doing well in his career. His mother was due to get a hefty settlement in the divorce, but in the meantime, her son had all the resources he needed to support them both. Sherry didn't want to be alone after all the anguish she'd been through, and Joel was the only one she really felt at ease with. She had a couple of close friends who were also divorced and understood her situation and they'd both offered to let her move into their houses until she collected on her settlement, but the idea of being near Joel again made it an easy decision.
Even though Joel's apartment was roomy by most standards, it was a lot different from having a large house and yard to take care of. Sherry took a while to figure out what to do with herself in her new living situation. She tried to busy herself with the domestic chores she'd been used to doing for years, cooking, cleaning, taking care of laundry, but in a smaller place that didn't occupy her time the way she was used to. Joel kept telling her she wasn't supposed to be his maid. He was used to cooking for himself and just ordering takeout half the time. He also explained he usually just sent his laundry out.
"Those things cost too much money!" she admonished him. "And as long as I'm here, no son of mine will be sending his laundry out for some stranger to wash. You have Mommy to take care of you. You just concentrate on your computer thingies and making your boss happy and I'll take care of the rest."
Joel grinned widely at her. "Mom, you know you're hot when you get all motherly like that?"
Sherry sputtered and blushed in surprise. She was taken aback as much by Joel's remark as she was by how much she liked hearing it. "Since when do boys talk to their mothers that way?" she forced a disapproving frown that didn't seem to be convincing her son.
"Most of them don't," Joel replied. "But most sons don't have mothers as hot as you."
"Oh. My. God." Sherry kept trying to come off as disapproving, but they both ended up laughing and went on with their daily routine. She knew he could tell she was pleased, but she didn't mind in the least. If it made him happy to lavish his mother with compliments, who was she to discourage him?
In fact, Sherry was incredibly flattered by her son's off-color compliment. It was the first time since finding out her ex was involved with a younger woman that she started to feel sexy again. Logically, she knew she was much prettier and sensual looking than most women her age, but the ordeal of her divorce had left her with deeply wounded pride. She loved her son for giving some of it back to her. She then started to put as much effort into her appearance as into keeping up her son's apartment.
The complex Joel lived in had a small but well equipped gym that was usually deserted during the day. Sherry started working out again for the first time in almost a year. She'd always been a beautiful blonde and that hadn't changed. Throughout her life, she was used to being one of the most noticeable women at parties. She didn't necessarily look a lot younger, but more like she was maturing beautifully. She had a definite cougar vibe about her that drew plenty of admiration from guys her son's age. And with her new regimen, her body was looking firmer and fitter than ever, which only enhanced the memorable jut of the perfectly shaped D cups her ex had paid for several years ago.
Sherry was also one of the few women she knew among her circle of friends that hadn't started coloring her hair. She was still a silky, natural blonde and she started making regular trips to her favorite salon for the first time in a year.
Joel noticed the subtle changes in his mother's looks and attitude and he loved giving her compliments she pretended were totally inappropriate. But deep down, she loved every second of her son's admiring attention, and it didn't take a genius to know he loved it too. He always made a big deal about how good she looked in her workout outfits. This caused Sherry to think about buying some more revealing ones. It was a crazy idea which made her nervous, but her love of Joel's comments overpowered her logic. And as much as she loved what he said, she loved the gleam in his eyes when he looked at her even more. Those were times when he looked at her like a man who wasn't her son. She knew it was wrong, but it still seemed pretty harmless, and it made her feel so good. And the more she got, the more she wanted.
Sherry ended up getting leotards that were much lower cut over her tits and much higher over her hips and ass. She got much smaller sports bras and the thinnest, most body-hugging leggings she could find, along with booty revealing gym shorts. Sherry was over the moon when her handsome son could barely keep his eyes off her when she came back in from a workout. It seemed the hotter and sweatier she looked the brighter the gleam in Joel's eye. This caused Sherry to preen and pose for him only to get him to pay even more attention to her tight body. His compliments started to get more personal and specific.
"Mom, your legs look amazing in that leotard," was one thing he told her every time she wore her new turquoise leo. It was cut daringly high on the sides and back and he even went so far as to say her ass looked perfect in it.
"Oh my god, Joel, please tell me you're not checking out your own mother's ass," she teased.
"Okay, Mom. I'm not looking. I'm staring. How could I not with you wearing that outfit?"
Sherry giggled like a schoolgirl. "I guess I'll have to forgive you since you've been taking such good care of me. You're going to make some girl a wonderful husband one of these days."
"Aww, Mom," Joel said, his tone suddenly growing tender. He then put his arms around her and hugged her while she was damp with sweat, with her ass and tits nearly falling out of her leotard. "I like taking care of you," he added as their faces were just inches apart. "You always took the best care of me. I'm glad I can do the same for you."
"Oh, Joel, you've always been the best son a mother could wish for. And you've become such an incredible man. So much better than your father ever dreamed of being."
"I guess I love you more than he does," he said with a wry grin.
"I love you too, baby."
Then the mother and son kissed. On the lips. It was soft and light, but there was a moment Sherry could feel like they were both trying to decide if they should go deeper and harder. It went on for too long and then they pulled apart awkwardly, still hugging, but laughing off the weird moment.
"That was so inappropriate," Sherry said with a sigh. "But amazingly nice," she added with a giggle.
"What can I say? I love kissing a beautiful woman."
"I guess this one time isn't hurting anything. It's only a kiss, right?"
They kissed again. It still didn't go too far over the line, just far enough, but it went on longer than the one before. Joel finally broke it off.
"I still say your ass looks perfect in that outfit," he suddenly retorted, grabbing his mother's half bared ass cheek and giving it a hard squeeze.
Sherry shrieked in surprise, but she found herself unable to move away from her devilish son. She just stood there still hugging him while he groped her ass cheek and grinned at her with a defiant smirk. Her pussy started heating up and getting moist faster than she ever felt before. She knew she should move away but by now it was almost like a contest to see who would chicken out and move away first.
"I can't believe I raised you to be such a naughty, naughty boy," she said.
"Mom, you're kinda raising me right now," he grinned wickedly.
Within mere seconds she could feel it. His cock was growing bigger and harder against her body. He was still playing with her ass, but now his touch was more of a caress than the playful grab he started with. Between the way her son was fondling her and the steady swelling of what felt like a huge cock up against her, Sherry's puss was melting like butter. Even Joel's haughty attitude was turning her on and she couldn't help feeling proud of her son for having such an impressive piece of manhood between his legs. Despite how wrong it was, she was dying to see it.
"I -- I can't believe you just said that," she answered quietly, feeling like the moment had a kind of reverence to it despite the playful way it started. She knew this was the right time to push away, but feeling that cock trapped between them was setting her nerve endings on fire. It was overwhelming to feel the rigid evidence of the way her precious boy had become a hung, rock hard, sexually capable man. It was like a validation. He was the best thing she'd ever done with her life, her greatest accomplishment.
Sherry also realized Joel hadn't been out with a woman in all the months since she moved in. She instantly felt elated and bad about it at the same time. Yet it was the most surreal feeling in the world to be hugging him tighter as he ever so lightly ground his huge, rigid pole against her body. Her pussy was beginning to drip onto her upper thighs, past the slim taper of her leotard. She felt like a slave to this overpowering feeling for her son yet she felt such shame over it too.
"I think you need to find a girlfriend," she said weakly.
"You're right, I do. I'm afraid I've been a little unmotivated after my last breakup got kind of unfriendly," he said.
"I'm sorry, baby."
"Meh. It wasn't meant to be. Besides, she wasn't really my type."
"Hmm, and what is your type?"
"Older," he said without hesitating. At the same time, he moved his other hand onto the other cheek of his mother's ass. "An older blonde. Hot looking and fit. Recently divorced might be okay. In fact, yeah, recently divorced would perfect."
Sherry could barely form words with Joel's cock mashed against her and both of this hands now boldly kneading her ass.
"I don't know anyone like that." She meant it to sound like a joke, but her voice was breaking up as the ache in her pussy spread through the rest of her body.
"I do," Joel came back. "And she's just perfect."
Sherry felt a wave of heat roll through her from head to toe. It brought a wave of dizziness along with it. The mother and son were now very clearly facing a moment of truth. She was dying to reach for his cock and feel it in the flesh while he forced his tongue into her mouth. She had never felt such overwhelming desire. It felt so powerful it scared her. All the teasing and flirting they'd been doing for months was one thing, but to actually take the only step forward that was now in front of them was more than she could comprehend. Was she really about to become like some trashy whore on a tabloid news show?
"Well," she tried to say diplomatically as she squirmed her way out of her son's forbidden hands, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of everything she was feeling. "Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone like that closer to your age."
She hated the idea of Joel meeting someone else. She also hated that she couldn't keep from staring in awe at the enormous pole tenting the front of his pants. She could swear the lips of her wet snatch quivered at the sight. He looked like he was easily twice the size of his father. Sherry felt like her knees might buckle.
"I don't want someone like that," Joel said.
Then he actually gripped the shape of his cock through his pants, giving himself a boldly open squeeze. The gesture pulled the fabric of his pants more tightly around his organ. His mother could see the beautifully sculpted head of his stalk outlined in the fabric. She mumbled something unintelligible and finally beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom where she started the shower. As she pulled off her outfit she was relieved she didn't trip over her own feet getting away from Joel.
Sherry caught her reflection in the mirror as she waited for the water to heat up. She turned to face her image head on, taking a moment to watch as she squeezed her sumptuous tits, plumping her sensitive nipples. Then she slid one hand downward to her pussy, slipping her fingers into the slippery folds of her twat. A long breath of pleasure came out of her while she stroked her slit and thought about Joel's cock. Would she have the will to resist such an imposing piece of man flesh when she was living under the very same roof? Had she allowed her needy ego to cause her to push her relationship with Joel in the wrong direction?
Looking at the woman in the mirror, she didn't see the aging wife her ex had traded in for a younger version. She saw the hot, maturing cougar with a tight, vital body that could milk the creamy essence out of any man. Seeing herself in this light, it wasn't hard to understand why her own son had wanted her so much he got hard. And when she thought of him, she could only see the man she had raised from boyhood. And what a man he'd become! He had everything. He was handsome and fit, smart and successful ... and he had a cock that would make a porn star wither in shame. He was also a man who quite obviously wanted to fuck her. And a man who loved her more than any other ever did or ever would.
Of course, Sherry loved Joel the same way. But there were rules. There were supposedly even very good reasons for those rules, but she was at a loss to remember what they were as her fingers sank deeper into her slick, motherly fuckhole.
"Oh god, fuck, my babyyyyy," she moaned under her breath.
She finally got into the shower and immediately pushed her fingers back in her snatch while she ravaged her tits with the other hand. She was thinking about her baby-man's cock when she climaxed hard enough to make her entire body shake with release.
After she got out of the shower and got dressed, Sherry discovered Joel had gone out. He usually left a note to say where he was going, but not this time. It was impossible not to imagine that had something to do with her sudden rejection of his horny advance. She felt bad about that, but it was probably for the best. He would have to realize his own mother wasn't any kind of choice as a lover or sex partner. Hopefully, he'd gotten so horny he went out to fuck some girl he knew to relieve his pent-up needs. Then he'd be thinking more logically and things between them could go back the way they were before.
Sherry blamed herself for teasing him so badly. If only she hadn't been so starved for a man's love and attention. She knew she'd miss the fun of it, but it made sense to stop teasing him the way she had been for much longer than was wise. She hadn't missed the fact that he hadn't gone out on any dates since she moved in, a point she never even thought about until now.
But Joel was out for a long time. No call. No text to let his mother know where he was. Time went by and Sherry started to worry, but then she made it go away by assuming her son was out fucking his brains out. This was supposed to alleviate her worry, but it only made her jealous. She hated the idea of his cock going into the body of some airheaded slut she didn't even know. She was the one who cooked for him, cleaned his apartment, washed his clothes.
"Oh my god," she said to herself in the empty apartment. "Am I his mother or his wife?"
The question made her laugh, and she realized there was a very fine line between those two roles.
Sherry ended up having dinner alone. It was the first time she'd done this since moving in. After her ex left she got used to having dinner by herself. That had actually been peaceful for her, finally feeling free of the stress of her marriage. But this time she found herself missing Joel and wishing she hadn't been so foolish as to send him out on his own.
Later she went to her room and decided to change. Her mind kept going back to Joel and mostly flashing back on the man-sized bulge he'd had in his pants earlier.
Feeling lonely, she was in a mood to feel sexy so she put on a brightly colored thong and matching bra. The set was lacy enough so her areolas and smooth, hairless pussy were visible. She then spent a few minutes on her hair and reviewed the results in her mirror. She felt a powerful wish that Joel could see her. His reaction would've made her happy. He would've made her feel like a gorgeous queen.
Sherry ended up taking some selfies with her phone. Some were full length shots she took in her mirror. A few others were more typical where she held her phone at arm's length and took shots of her face, but these included her large tits bulging out of her lacy bra. She thought they looked good. Better than expected. She also took a few using the mirror again of her ass exposed in the thong. These actually surprised her as she hadn't realized how good her ass was starting to look from her exercise regimen.
The pictures were giving the newly divorced mother's ego a well needed boost in the absence of her son. Feeling inspired, she lay down on her bed and took some POV shots down the length of her body, showing the big, fleshy mounds of her tits and down her flat belly to her lace covered mound and firm legs. Giggling to herself, she pulled her panties aside to expose her mound and took a few shots that included her bare pussy. That moved her to sit up and put her feet on the floor as she pulled her panties aside again and held her phone between her legs. She took several shots of her fully exposed pussy slit.
Sherry couldn't help being impressed. Her pussy looked every bit as good as any porn actress she'd seen while her tits and legs were as good if not even better. It was fun taking sexy pictures of herself for the first time, but it would've been more fun to have someone to share them with. There was only one person she knew she could do that with, however. Joel. But sending him any of those shots would be sending the wrong message. She had to be very careful with him after what happened earlier. That made her feel sad, though. She'd been so happy with the way everything had been going ever since she moved in. It was such a shame to have to think about changing anything.
She finally decided to put on a short robe and go out to the living room to distract herself with some mindless television. She spent a while surfing channels and scanning the selections on various streaming services but nothing was able to catch her interest. It seemed impossible to stop thinking about her private little photo session. Another thing she couldn't get out of her mind was the sight of Joel's big cock stretching his pants. He had such an amazing cock and as good as it looked through his clothes it had to be a hundred times better exposed. She kept trying to imagine how it would look naked, but that only ended up frustrating her. A murky mental image wasn't what she needed.
Sherry also craved some positive feedback on her new pictures. She was pleased with them, but that wasn't the same as hearing it from someone else. She knew a few sites online where she could've posted some without her face, but that didn't interest her. Strangers on the internet usually acted like such assholes, and who knew where her pictures could end up.
There was really only one person she wanted to share those pictures with and he was the one person with whom she promised herself not to keep doing things like that. But that didn't mean she couldn't text him and try to find out what was going through his mind that he was keeping away for so long.
She picked up her phone and put it back down in exasperation four times before she finally thumbed out a message: Where are you? I'm sorry if I did something wrong.
He quickly wrote back: All my fault. So sorry. So ashamed of myself.
Sherry felt terrible. The last thing she wanted was for Joel to feel that bad. After all, she was the one who'd been teasing him, not the other way around. Besides, they hadn't crossed any lines they couldn't come back from.
She told him: No! Don't feel bad! You didn't do anything wrong.
He sent back a heart emoji and then a kiss. This made his mother smile.
Miss you, she texted.
Miss you too," he sent back.
Whatcha doing? she asked.
Watching basketball at Dean's place. What about you?
She said: Some worrying, some pampering. The usual.
A few seconds later she got a laugh emoji. And then: You deserve some pampering.
See why I miss you? You're so sweet, she wrote.
She was feeling so much better already, knowing he wasn't upset with her.
He wrote: Did you put on that lotion you like after your shower?
Yeah, why? she asked.
Cuz it smells really nice, he said.
She smiled and felt tingly.
That's not all I did, she told him.
She got a row of question marks in reply.
I could tell you, she said, or I could show you.
Show, please.
She spent a moment looking through the pictures she took earlier, knowing she was about to break her promise to herself but she didn't care. She only wanted things to be right with her son, and everything that was supposed to be wrong felt so right, including that big cock he'd been rubbing against her when they hugged.
She sent him one of the POV shots looking down the length of her body between the big round mounds of her tits.
Uh, Mom, he sent back.
Yes? she asked.
He explained he was sitting in his friend's living room with three other friends watching the game, except he wasn't watching the game now.
Why is that a problem, she asked with a wink emoji.
He wrote: Remember what you felt when we were hugging today?
She smiled as she thought about the way his hard cock felt through his pants, not to mention the unwieldy bulge it made. Her nipples buzzed and started to enlarge.
How could I forget? she wrote back.
You're about to make that happen again, right here while the game is on, he told her.
Mmmm, that sounds so bad, she said. Then she sent the next picture, the other POV shot she took but the one where she was holding her panties aside to expose her pussy mound. There was a long pause before the next reply.
Mom. Fuck. There's guys around, it said.
Sherry felt giddy. She could tell her son loved the pictures and it was hilarious to think they were getting him hard in the middle of a game on his friend's TV.
Are you getting that thing you got today? she asked. She was so excited she could hardly breathe.
It took a minute, but Sherry got back a picture Joel must've taken on the sly. He was sitting on his friend's couch and his big, cock shaped bulge was stretching down the leg of his pants. The photo basically just showed his crotch and enough to display his obvious erection. Sherry giggled as she thought of how he had to hide that big problem from his friends.
Now her pussy started to heat up as she stared at Joel's picture. She was also nervous as she thought about her next move. She knew she was about to take a huge chance. The kind of chance she already told herself they should never take. But she just didn't care anymore. She knew what she needed and wasn't going to fight it no matter what the rules of society said. She and Joel could make their own rules.
Sherry pulled her tits out of her lacy bra cups and fluffed up her swollen nipples. She took a picture of her melons, keeping her face out of the frame, and sent it to her son. She followed the picture with a text: Why don't you bring that huge rod back home to Mommy and slip it between these?
Sherry's heart was racing. It was the first time in her life she'd ever given in completely to her natural instincts. It felt amazing not to be limited by rules that didn't make sense, but she was also nervous about Joel's reaction. She didn't think he was only interested in some naughty teasing, but she needed to see what happened next to be completely sure. A good five minutes went by which only made her more nervous, but then a message finally dropped to her phone.
The message was a picture that Joel obviously took in his friend's bathroom. His hard, enormous cock was jutting out of his pants. His mother gasped at the sight. It was so fleshy and beautiful. And so hard! Seconds later there was a text: Is this what you're saying I should bring home to Mommy?
Sherry giggled at the message, but at the same time her pussy quivered with need.
Hurry home, baby, she wrote back, and don't forget to bring your big, hard friend.
The wait seemed interminable. Sherry sat on the couch and gazed at her phone like she was trying to memorize every detail of her son's naked cock. It was hard to believe this was the same thing she had felt him rubbing against her body. She loved knowing his rock hard condition was all because of her although the situation she now found herself in was completely foreign to her. She never imagined herself sitting at home in scant lingerie with an aching pussy waiting for a man to deliver a big, hard piece of sex meat to satisfy her wicked craving. And it wasn't simply a man, it was her own son. Despite everything else, she had lingering doubts they could actually go through with the reality of it once they were face to face again.
But maybe that was just the leftover feelings of self-doubt the divorce had left her with. She thought she was over it by now, but maybe she was wrong.
The agonizing heat and ooze of moisture within the beautiful blonde's maternal slit was growing worse by the second, yet she resisted the urge to rub herself. It wasn't her own fingers she needed to feel right now.
It seemed like hours but was really only about twenty-five minutes when Joel finally came back. The second she heard his key in the door, she instantly yanked off her robe and threw it over the back of the couch, wanting her son to find her awaiting his arrival in nothing but her lacy bra and panties. She sat on the arm of the couch with one foot up on a cushion and the other down on the floor. Her smoothly waxed pussy slit was visible through the lace, along with her brownish areolas. It felt like her heart was going to explode before he even walked in the room, but when he did and she saw the look on his face she knew everything was going to be perfect.
Joel stood in the room and gazed in awe at his nearly naked mother. Her nipples throbbed against the lace of her bra. The way he was looking at her was enough to raise the heat level in her pussy to simmering level. She wondered if any son ever looked at his mother the way Joel was looking at her now. There was an intense fire of lust in his eyes. But something more. There was a desire for her that seemed to radiate a cloud of heat that surrounded them both. She instantly knew that was why the bulging stalk of his hard cock was stretching the front of his pants. And at the same time she felt a wild, untamable love. The love of a son who was burning inside to fuck his own mother like a living fuck doll. In that moment, Sherry knew her son didn't simply want to fuck her and fill her maternal womb with incestuous spunk, he wanted to possess her as his own.
"Baby," she said softly, hearing her voice waver with fear, "you're home."
"This is where you wanted me, though, isn't it, Mom?" he said huskily.
Sherry's gaze was locked onto his eyes until his hand started to move. She watched him move it over the bulge of his cock and boldly begin to rub himself through his pants. She nearly whimpered at the sight. Then it was as if her hand was moving on its own, going between her firm thighs to pull the gusset of her panties aside, revealing the moist lips of her tender pussy to her man-boy.
"You've been gone all day. No call. No messages. I missed you so much. I couldn't think about anything but you." Now she took a chance on running a couple of fingers up and down her slit with the other hand, teasing him with the object of every boy's desire.
"I couldn't think about anything else, either," he said as he started to unzip his pants. "Even though I was with friends, I was thinking about something else all the time. Well, I mean someone else."
Sherry watched spellbound as he fully opened his pants and pulled that amazing cock out of his briefs. He sighed loudly as he began to stroke it in front of her. Even from the couch she could see the imposing head of her son's horny stalk was covered with precum. In response, she felt her own fingers slip inside her pussy channel, stroking her sheath as she watched Joel slowly jerk his man pole.
They watched each other for at least a full minute, which stretched into yet another minute. Sherry was beside herself. She needed to feel something bigger and more forceful than her own fingers plowing her hot cunt. She knew it was finally going to happen no matter what kind of rules they had to break to do it. It seemed like more than she could comprehend.
"I'm your mother," she reminded him, forcing herself to sound serious. "Just exactly what do you want from me?"
Joel groaned and gave his cock several rapid pumps before he stopped himself. He took the time to take off his shoes and pants, then his shirt, until he was standing naked and hard as steel in front of his mother. Taking his cock back in one hand, he started to walk toward the couch.
"I want you, Mother," he said. "Not just part of you. Everything. I want everything you've always given your son, but so much more. I want what you give a husband or lover. But more than you've ever given anyone before me."
Now Joel was standing right in front of her. She could only heave a submissive gasp at his boldly possessive announcement. He was stroking that fat cock again too, making her bottom lip quiver as she imagined what his throbbing flesh would taste like.
"That's what I was hoping you'd say," she replied in a weak whisper.
She reached for his smoothly shaven balls and caressed them while he continued sliding his hand along his shaft. Joel let out a low, rumbly growl when his mother's hand made contact with his balls. She was amazed to be touching his sack, savoring the weighty heft of his cream filled balls with a mother's pride. While she cupped them, he stopped stroking but held his imposing cock from the base and angling himself so the tip of his rod was touching her lips.
Sherry felt the mere brush of her son's precum coated cock head across her lips like an electrical shock. Her tongue instantly darted out to lick up the thin layer of juice on her lips. Joel kept rubbing his dome across her mouth and painting her lips with precum while she kept lapping at his ooze. He finally held his cock still while pressing it lightly against her mouth.
"Lick it, Mom," he said in a growly whisper. "I know you want to as much as I need to feel your tongue on my cock."
Sherry suddenly felt mesmerized by her son's words. His gentle demand was enough to make her feel like his fucktoy. She felt her soul was overflowing with a sense of purpose. It was a whole new feeling for her as she parted her lips and started licking the head of her baby's fuckstick. The smell and taste of his throbbing cock filled her senses until she was dizzy. The more she licked all around the shape of her son's cock head the more she needed to lick and slurp and finally take that bulbous dome between her lips and suckle.
"Ahhhh, Mom, yesssssss," Joel moaned as his mother sucked past the head and onto his shaft.
Joel's hand moved away from his cock and his mother's moved in to replace it. Now she was stroking the full length of his stalk with both her hand and lips. He wove his fingers into her silky hair, following the motion of her head as she pleased his aching flesh.
"Ahhh, fuck, Mom, you're so good," he groaned. "I don't know how many times I thought about this, imagining you just like that with your pretty lips around my cock."
Sherry moaned her approval around the pulsating man flesh in her mouth. She loved knowing she was making her precious son's cock sucking dreams come true. She loved being the one to please him this way, with her loving mouth. She loved him so much as she thought how much she would hate letting some dizzy little whore have her way with his cock. She knew this would now be her total purpose in living, to give him everything his soul and body ever would need.
Before long, Joel was holding his mother's head with both hands while he rocked his erection in and out of her mouth. She suckled and swirled her tongue at the same time, making him moan deeper and louder by the second. She took her hands away and removed her bra while he eagerly stroked himself between her wet, supple lips. He instantly reached down with both hands and started caressing her lush tits, squeezing and massaging her smooth orbs.
Sherry's nipples felt harder than ever before. Her darkly colored nubs had always been sensitive, but the surgery to make them bigger had left them even more sensitive. When Joel began twisting and pinching her nipples between his fingers she could barely keep pace with sucking his cock with the moans of pleasure coming out of her.
At the same time, the beautiful blonde's pussy was broiling hot. Gasping for air, she was forced to release his delicious rod from her mouth. She looked up at him while he fondled her tits and pushed her hand into her panties, finally giving her slit a little of the attention she was craving.
Sherry didn't have much chance to rub herself, though. When Joel saw what she was doing he pulled back, letting go of her luscious tits. He told her to move toward the middle of couch and sit on it upside down, with her head hanging back off the seat and ass and legs up in the air. Joel went behind the couch and pulled her panties up her legs and off. It was disorienting to be upside down like that, but it made her feel like Joel was in total control of everything. But inside, she felt nothing but white-hot love and trust for him. He was the only man in existence she knew she could trust with her life. So why shouldn't she trust him with her love and pleasure too?
"These panties are tiny, Mom," he pointed out, looking down at her as he sniffed and tasted the crotch. "Mmmm, and they're soaking wet. You must've been really fucking horny waiting for your son to come home and give you what you need."
"That would be -- so -- nasty," she cooed, almost giggling with glee.
"No one wears slutwear like you do, Mom," he went on. "The second I saw you in your matching bra and fuck-me thong I wanted to pump you so full of cock you wouldn't remember your name."
"Oh, fuck. Oh god," she moaned. "Do it, baby. Fuck me!"
Joel looked down at her with a frightening look of lust in his eyes. "I will, Mom. But first ..."
On that, he pushed her firm, fit thighs as wide apart as he could. She felt her fully hairless cunt petals open and separate as he exposed his mother to her dripping core. He leaned over and started licking her well spread slit, hungrily lapping up the gooey juices coating her hole. The flat of his wet tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through her entire body. Every long swipe of his ravenous tongue started on her asshole and lapped up and over her throbbing clit. Being practically upside down and having her own son devour both her snatch and rimhole like birthday candy had her floating on a cloud of pleasure.
Joel was soon stabbing his tongue into his mother's sweet fuckhole while he rubbed her clit with his fingers. She felt herself drifting on that cloud toward a building explosion of pure joy. When he finally switched places with his fingers and mouth, pushing his fingers into her snatch and sucking her clit between his lips, Sherry's trembling body couldn't take any more. She felt the sensations of orgasm explode within every cell of her body, making her cry out as loud as she dared while pulling at her nipples harder than she ever pinched them before.
After two successive orgasms, the dazed mother felt her strong son pulling her upright by her arms. She found herself sitting on the back of the couch facing him. He held her in place and kissed her like she was his personal property. She kissed him back with her entire being, giving herself to him, trembling at the way his raging cock was batting against her sodden twat. The thought that his oversized cock would soon be filling the same hole through which he once entered the world made her swoon.
While they were still kissing, Joel pushed the tip of his cock against her cunt lips. As he still held her upright, she reached between them to guide his pole directly to its tender target. He pushed and entered her, just giving her the head at first but quickly pushing his full shaft into her aching channel. Sherry pulled back from their kiss, staring in awe at her son as he gazed back at her with need and lust, filling her body inch by inch with the hardest piece of man flesh she'd ever felt.
Joel started rocking his hips, driving his lust engorged cock into his mother's cunt with long thrusts. Sherry whimpered and gasped with every thrust. It felt like even her pores were on fire. The slick grind of his granite hard fuckstick made her feel as if she were finally fulfilling her purpose in life. She had never felt so full of blindly pumping cock, so used and yet never so loved in her life. No man would ever love her the way he did, and she would never doubt how much he needed her body as much as her motherly devotion.
"Baby. Fuck. Baby," she crooned over and over again. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind but not one of them made it into words.
Joel kept fucking her harder and faster. "So. Fucking. Hot," he growled as he pulled her legs around him and lifted her off the back of the couch.
With his cock embedded in her pussy, Joel carried his mother over to the dining table and set her back down. He continued fucking her until she exploded with the first squirting orgasm of her life. Her head was spinning with pure ecstasy. She didn't know if her body had the strength left to cum again, but he was still fucking her hard and deep and she craved as many of those body-shaking explosions as she could take.
Joel suddenly pulled his cock out of her body, leaving her momentarily confused.
"I want you to bend over the table for me, Mom," he said.
She could barely speak. She merely stood up, turned around and pressed her bulbous tits against the table and parted her legs, leaving her ass and pussy exposed to her boy from behind.
Joel spat on his fingers and rubbed a thick wad of saliva over his mother's asshole. He rubbed and smeared it, then gently pushed a finger into her sphincter.
"Ahhh, ahhhh, baby," she cried. "Be gentle. Mommy's a virgin back there."
"Mmmmm, good, Mommy. Cuz now I'm gonna change that forever."
Between his saliva and copious squirt coating his pole, Joel worked the head of his cock into his mother's asshole, pushing deeper ever so slowly.
"Ggghhhhh, ahhhrrrhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, FUCK!" Sherry screamed, feeling her son inch his cock up her ass.
It felt so strange. Painful but not really. He was being so forceful yet so gentle at the same time. She never imagined a cock in her ass could feel this good. But this was Joel's cock. Her son's cock. The love of her life. She felt so elevated to think that no part of her body was off-limits to him now. This was what she was made for. HE was what she was made for. Every hole in her glorious body belonged to him.
As he gripped her by the hips, Joel began moving his cock slowly in and out of her ass. He made it feel more like he was massaging her tunnel with his cock than merely fucking her ass. She cooed and felt herself drool against the table, giddy with the knowledge he was being so needful yet so tender at the same time.
After a few minutes of slow, careful thrusting, Sherry wormed her hand down underneath her and rubbed her pussy while her son fucked her starbud with maddening patience.
"It's okay, baby," she said, her voice sounding garbled. "You can go harder now."
"Good Mommy," he came back, sounding huskier than ever.
With his cock going in and out of her ass, Sherry loved hearing Joel call her Mommy like he used to. Except his voice was now the voice of a big, grown man who needed what only his mother could give him. His cock began sliding in and out faster, gradually building speed. She felt him throbbing harder, the sound of his desperate breathing growing louder. His grunts of exertion sounded so wonderfully obscene, and between the fullness of his cock in her ass and her fingers on her clit she knew she was going to cum again soon. But the orgasm that was building in her body felt different somehow.
Joel's grunts became louder and raspier as he pumped his cock into his mother's gripping channel. He spat on his cock a few times to keep it wet, but then he grabbed the bottle of olive oil from the salad dressing set that was always on the table. He poured a generous portion of oil over his cock and mother's rim without pausing the fuck. The sudden cascade of oily lube easily gave the pumping of his cock the slickest, easiest glide since he first entered his mom's tight ass. He started fucking her almost as fast as he'd fucked her pussy, and Sherry responded by crying out and rubbing her clit even harder.
Joel started to warn his mother he was going to cum, but she cut him off. "Oh my god oh FUCK, I'm cumming!" she shrieked. Her pussy and asshole clenched up even tighter as the waves of white hot pleasure raced through her body. Her son couldn't hold his juice another second. He landed a single, resounding smack down on his mother's solid ass while the warm cream of his love spumed from his cock, deeply into her hot, clinging chute.
The mother and son both growled and shrieked and fucked at each other's desperate body to wring every shiver of pleasure out of their torrid union. Sherry squirted again, soaking the table and Joel's balls all at once with her spray. When it was over, the two were dazed and straining to catch their breath.
When Joel's cock finally started to go soft again, he gently pulled himself free of his mother's asshole. She mewled in disappointment when she felt his flesh depart from her body. They both snickered deviously as Sherry slid off the table. The end where they just fucked was soaking wet with olive oil and cunt spray.
They spent a long time kissing and fondling each other before Joel led his mother to the bathroom where they took a long shower together.
That night, Sherry felt a lingering sensation in her ass, like a faint warmth, almost burning but not quite. She loved knowing her channel held in her son's cum as she snuggled into bed with him, both of them naked. Joel held her body to his like she was the most precious thing in the world to him and Sherry never doubted that was how he truly felt. She was determined to make him know he was every bit as precious to her, if he didn't already.
Sherry had the best night's sleep she'd had in years. In the morning, she awoke with Joel still spooning her from behind. He was sleeping, but his enormous cock was fully swollen and stuck between her firm thighs, his shaft pressing against her slit. She put her hand down over his cock and gently rubbed it against her pussy, not surprised to find herself already wet. Joel was still asleep as she rubbed his flesh across her clit.
It was clear Joel was awake when his hand moved up to explore her warm tits.
"Mmmm, morning, Mom. Is it time for breakfast already?"
"Hmmm, that depends on what you feeling like having," she said.
"I think you mean 'who' I feel like having."
The beautiful blonde mom lifted her upper leg and pushed her son's cock into her pussy. With a couple of eager thrusts, he was buried deep in his mommy's snatch once again. Sherry took the inward surge of her baby's cock with a whimpering gasp. As he massaged the tit in his hand, he began thrusting his meat into his mother's dripping twat before even kissing her good morning. Sherry just smiled and moaned. She felt that familiar sense of purpose awaken inside as if her son's pumping cock was the very thing that put it there.
THE END