Mother and son…. “Donny! Grab the sunscreen from the glove compartment, would you?” hailed Vicky from across the beachside carpark as she jogged in pain across the hot and sticky tarmac, desperate to reach the soothing patch of grass a few bounds ahead.
“You got my towel mom?!” yelled Donny in response, squeezing the glove compartment button, dropping open its door with a violent thud. The bottle of sunscreen tucked away amongst the neglected miscellanea contained within the compartment felt disturbingly warm and soft to the touch, as though it had just been microwaved; such was the searing heat of the day.
“Got it Don!” answered Vicky, making her final stride across the empty carpark. Breathing a sigh of relief, Vicky wiggled her toes through the cool, sand-mingled grass below, exhaling deeply as the hot sting of her soles quickly abated.
Donny secured the car and began his own dash across the blistering gravel toward his mother, passing by an elderly couple who seemed mildly amused at the sight of the young man wincing and gasping as he skipped along the sun-heated surface. To the couple, he must have looked as though he were traversing hot coals at some kind of self-development seminar.
Aside from the elderly couple there was not another soul in sight. The weather was prime for a trip to the beach, but the locals favored another beach nearby. This one was secluded and frequented by few.
“Oh come on. You’ve gotta be kidding me!” cried Vicky as she shifted her knee and placed her hands on her hips contemptuously.
“What is it mom?” replied Donny curiously from an obscured vantage point behind a bush leading to the entry of the amenities block.
“The women’s changeroom is locked. Why would they lock it on the weekend?” complained Vicky, now raising her arms to further express her indignation toward some unknown oppressor, responsible for the current inconvenience.
“I dunno mom, maybe there’s a problem inside? Hardly anyone comes here anyway. Just use the men’s room. I’ll scout it out to make sure there’s no creeps in there!” replied Donny playfully before tossing the gooey bottle of sunscreen to his mother.
“Alright…just let me know if it’s clear in there,” replied a concerned Vicky.
Donny had a quick peep inside and found the changeroom apparently vacant. “Coast is clear mom!” his voice reverberating loudly against the walls of the dingy changeroom. The floors and walls were grimey and the air was far from pleasant.
“I’m coming in Don, okay?” Vicky peeked her head around the entry tentatively before making her way in. She scanned the room, half expecting an old lecher to pop out of one of the stalls with his wrinkly privates dangling all about.
“It’s fine mom. No one’s here. Just come and get changed,” said Donny reassuringly as he nudged his shoulder against the nearest changeroom stall. The door didn’t give. He gave it a firmer shove, but to no avail.
“Damn thing is stuck,” said Donny as he reached for the door of the remaining stall to the right.
“Chuck me the backpack. I’ll change first,” requested Donny as he took a step into the open stall. Vicky slipped her arms out of the backpack and prepared to toss it to her son, but she came to a halt when her ear caught the echo of voices coming from the entry.
“Shit! There’s some guys coming in,” whispered Vicky with a look of panic on her face. “Quick, quick, hide in there! Hide in there!” ordered Vicky frantically, pushing Donny into the open stall, closing the door gently behind them. Donny shuffled back against the narrow bench inside the stall and paused as his mother locked the door.
“…you know what she’s like man. A fucking handful..,” said a deep voice emanating from the entry. Another voice laughed obnoxiously in response.
“Just let her go man. Plenty of fish in the sea,” added the second man.
“This is actually pretty fucking funny!” whispered Vicky to Donny, taking him by surprise with her language and sudden mood shift.
Vicky placed the bag gently on the bench and added, “…bet these twerps wouldn’t think there’s a mother and son hiding behind this door!”
“Mom…,” replied Donny dismissively, betraying a smirk.
BANG BANG! “What the fuck? Fucking door’s stuck,” one of the men complained before spitting on the ground nearby.
“Check the other one, dickhead,” replied the other man with sass. Vicky stifled a giggle before snapping into a tense posture when the man began to knock on their door.
“Anyone in there?!”
“Y-yess?!” mumbled Vicky, affecting a masculine tone.
“Sorry!” said the man with forced civility.
“Won’t be long!” Vicky gurgled.
“Oh my god mom! You’re unbelievable!” whispered Donny, suppressing an urge to laugh out loud.
Donny heard the man’s footsteps lead back to the other side of the room where he plonked his butt down on the bench and returned to conversation with his colleague.
A few minutes transpired with mother and son feeling like foolish children playing hide and seek, losing themselves for a few moments in the juvenile thrill of it all. All the while the two strangers seemed quite quite content to wait for the lone, accessible stall to become available to them.
“Shit. These guys are actually waiting for the stall,” whispered Vicky, now looking at her son with growing concern. “What do we do?”
“Wait ’em out I guess,” replied Donny decisively.
“Are you nearly done man?” cried one of the men impatiently as he rapped on the door again.
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“Fuck,” murmured Vicky, gripping her son by the arms in a bid for support.
“Alright. We’ll quickly change into our swimmers and then head out. Put one towel around your body really tightly and the other one over your head as though you’re drying your hair. We’ll just walk straight out,” explained Donny, figuring he could easily distract the two men with an apology while his mom slipped out of the changeroom quickly. “I’ll keep ’em occupied. You walk out fast.”
“Just one minute,” called out Donny, attempting to mirror the timbre of his mother’s earlier manly tone.
“Shit. Okay, okay. That’ll do,” replied Vicky as her arms slid limply from her son’s side, yielding to his plan. Without further ado, Donny whipped off his t-shirt and began unfastening his belt. Vicky gazed ambivalently at her son’s hands as they wrangled with the buckle.
“Come on mom, quick!” barked Donny as the metal arm of his belt buckle sprung free of it’s restraint, sending his shorts to his ankles, exposing his white briefs.
Vicky, bemused by the sight of her son’s half-nakedness took a blink and squirmed inwardly, but quickly acquiesced in his proposition with nothing more than a sigh and a shrug. Donny glanced up to see his mother reaching behind her neck clumsily for the zipper of her dress, her hands trembling with nervous energy. She quickly gave up, spun around, and submitted to practicality.
“Unzip me…quick!” said Vicky frantically. Donny, with briefs now halfway down his legs and a towel in one hand, took a gulp and let go of both towel and briefs in order to reach for his mother’s zipper. She’s facing the other way, don’t worry, he thought. An inexplicably odd sensation stirred within his gut, and it had nothing to do with digestion: there he was in a musty changeroom stall, stark naked behind his mother as she waited impatiently for him to unzip her dress.
Do I unzip it all the way down? What if she turns around and sees me like this?!, thought Donny in a panic.
Donny took a deep breath and unzipped his mother’s dress from the nape to her middle back as she bobbed up and down on her toes restlessly. The stubborn zip required a firm tug, and in the process Donny’s hanging penis swung forward and slapped back against the furry surface of his inner thigh with an audible fleshy thwack. The sound caught Vicky’s ear, but she paid it no mind as she was primarily concerned about the men outside.
“All the way down?” asked Donny sheepishly as the zipper braced itself on the precipice of his mother’s bra. Vicky knew her strap would soon be visible to Donny, but at this point she didn’t care. It’s just my bra, she reassured herself.
“Yes, yes, go go..,” she urged. And so the zipper crinkled it’s way down his mother’s back, revealing her remarkably supple, pale white skin, divided at the equator by a delicate pink strap of fabric. Donny blinked and rubbed the sweat from his eyes as a subtle whisk of air signaled the unexpected rotation of his mother’s body. She had turned to face Donny, clutching at her chest to conceal it. Donny hadn’t the time nor the awareness to cover himself up, and so Vicky unintentionally copped an eyeful of her son’s genitals.
In a fright, Vicky sprang back in shock; it was as if she’d been accosted by a mugger in a dark alleyway, her hands reflexively retracted to form a defensive posture. Her bulbous breasts made a dip toward her navel before swelling outward and coming to rest slightly displaced from her center.
Donny’s eyes also found themselves the victim of instinct, instantaneously leading his gaze toward his mother’s breasts, which he glimpsed threatening to overflow their pink constraints, swaying heavily atop her soft belly.
“Donny, what the fuck!?” squawked Vicky, wrangling her attention away from the dangling mass between her son’s legs.
“I had the towel covering me up but…my hands were full and I…you turned around so quick and I..,” stammered Donny, raising his voice just beyond a hush. In attempting to excuse his predicament, both Donny’s hands were occupied wholly by the gestures of his plea, and so he neglected to cover up the very thing responsible for the current dilemma.
Fuck, you looked at it again! Vicky chided herself internally, suppressing a slew of uncomfortable thoughts which bubbled to the surface of her mind’s eye from some hidden, unconscious depth. Unfortunately for Vicky, she was all too aware that in an instant her thoughts had contemplated the proportions of Donny’s flaccid cock. Before she could even snatch a breath, her mind had conjured up an expectation of his penis in an erect state. She was disgusted that her primal brain had even gone so far as to consider how within her grip. Will my fingers reached around it fully?
“Well..I ugh…,” gurgled Vicky as Donny finally gained the presence of mind to reach for the towel. As Donny budged, Vicky caught a closer glimpse of his testicles, thanks to his sagging penis possessing sufficient mass to swing to the side like a giant pendulum, unveiling the complete package behind.
Fucking hell. Look at those things! But he’s just your boy?!, thought Vicky as she apprehended the sight of a whopping sack of flesh suspended low and heavy, glistening with a fine mist of sweat.
It’s really hot today. I guess that’s why it’s hanging all over the place like that, Vicky found herself reasoning as her eyes darted to and from his nether region, bewildered.
Once Donny had fetched the towel and swiftly positioned it in front of his genitals, he returned to an idle position, unsure of what was to come. For a moment Vicky sensed and restrained the urge to grin at the somewhat cute sight of her son standing there like a good little boy awaiting instruction.
Vicky knew that she had to say something, but she didn’t quite filter her first thoughts, blurting off the cuff: “..I just didn’t expect you to be so big…it startled me!”
Donny’s eyebrows went north, astonished at his mother’s words. Little did Donny know that his mother was equally amazed at her candidness.
Vicky kicked herself for being so stupid. One thing was clear though: there was no simply way to backpedal out of a comment like that, and so she resolved to press on as though there was no reason to be ashamed or awkward about it.
I’ll show him it doesn’t bother me, thought Vicky.
“Well you’ve left nothing to the imagination, Donny. Don’t bother with the towel now, really…” said Vicky somewhat reproachfully, quietly reveling in her command of this odd little situation. Donny’s face and shoulders sunk softly at the hint of scorn in his mother’s words, but he did as he was told, bashfully pulling the towel to the side like a red curtain, unveiling what appeared to Vicky to be good 6 or so inches of thick, limp meat.
Vicky tried to compose herself and adopt a mature, motherly attitude — above the situation — but again, she was assailed by the twisted, unsettling little thoughts that emerged earlier from the deep recesses of her mind. She doubted her own intentions, detecting more than a little whiff of delight in seeing her son’s impressive penis made available for her viewing again.
Wow…his size… well, he has gone through puberty.. I just… haven’t seen his penis in so long, thought Vicky as she freely scrutinized her son’s manhood. It looks like it’s bigger than his father’s..hmm..jesus! Are you really comparing their cocks? Well, why wouldn’t you? Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s the animal part of you just doing its thing, she continued to wrestle with her internal appraisal.
“What’s going on in there?!” one of the men outside barked.
“Shit! I almost forgot about those two”, whispered Vicky. Donny simply stood there frozen, still not quite sure what to make of the situation; as one might expect from a young man exposed before his mother in such a way.
She keeps looking at your dick. She said it was big! Why did she say that? What is she getting at? Holy shit, her tits are god damn huge! They look like they’re gonna bust out of her bra. You’ve always kinda wanted to see them. Fuck, she’s your mom! Stop it!, thought Donny, besieged by his own internal conflict.
He keeps peeking at your tits. Poor boy can’t help it, just like you can’t help but take a peek at his young body, contemplated Vicky. She began to regard and rationalize her next steps, ..well, we’re in such a rush, and I guess it’s only fair if he sees me now. No, what are you thinking?! He looks so vulnerable, standing there like that. Wouldn’t it be the motherly thing to do? Why make such a big deal about our bodies? We’re all so caught up in hiding our bodies away in shame nowadays, what for? Not here, not like this! Why the heck not? Don’t be such a prude! No one has to know. It’ll be fun and harmless. What a memory it’ll be! Heck, don’t you remember that time you heard that in some past cultures, mothers gladly gave themselves to their sons as a right of passage? All you’d be doing is seeing each other naked! How tame!
“Well, there’s no way around it, Donny. We need to finish up here before these two make a scene. I’m just gonna have to square things up between us,” said Vicky as she took a breath and flung her arms around and behind her back. Her large breasts burgeoning outward as she fumbled with the bra restraint at her back.
What the f..?.. she’s taking her bra off? Shit! Has she lost her mind?, thought Donny as he stood there naked, eyes transfixed at the regrettably alluring display of his mother removing her bra so carelessly before his eyes.
“Yes, Donny. You’re about to see your mother’s breasts. Try and be mature about it okay? It’s not like you haven’t seen ’em before anyway, hun. Oh, and I don’t need to tell you that your father will not hear about this, do I? Good boy” said Vicky as she unclasped her bra clip. She looked confidently at Donny who shot back an approval-seeking look. Her arms wrapped back to her front as she delicately rolled the bra cups forward, looping them up and over her plump chest, setting her breasts free. There’s no backing out of this now, she thought.
“Well… don’t just stand there. Get your boardshorts on..” ordered Vicky as she turned her palms outward signalling impatience, but secretly she was attempting to cushion and lift her breasts slightly so as to improve their appearance; she was apparently self-conscious about her body image, even in front of her son.
Donny savored the sight of his mother’s rose-hued nipples; at the way her pale breasts appeared to swell defiantly outward, coming to rest lazily upon the inside of her arms.
Vicky felt her son’s eyes curiously scanning her breasts as she stood there — somewhat triumphantly and proud — exposed before her naked son. She knew that her breasts turned the heads of men, so she could be sure her son’s mind was swimming in sordid thoughts. She was equal parts tickled pink and downright disturbed.
You did it. That doesn’t feel so bad, does it? Guess you can just take a peek at it again now that he’s got his eyes all over you. Just have a good look at it, why keep acting so shy about your interest? Just Look. You’re actually eager to show him the rest of your body aren’t you? God I’m sick. thought Vicky.
As Donny slowly turned to fish his boardshorts from the backpack, his mother tucked her fingers into her dress by the waist and began to wriggle and shimmy it across the flowing curve of her hips, taking her panties along for the ride.
Donny was staggered by contours of his mother’s body. He’d never seen such a womanly figure in the flesh like this. There’s just..so much there to grab. I want to feel her. No, that’s gross! She’s your mom! As Vicky’s breasts swayed back and forth during the tumult, she found herself occasionally arching her body back to allow her breasts to balloon back up into the full view of her son who was currently fumbling his feet through the openings of his shorts.
Oh my god! cried Donny internally as his mother shifted both her dress and panties down to her ankles in one fell swoop, causing a v-shaped, brunette bush to burst forth between her legs. Donny sprung up rapidly, whipping his shorts up violently, causing his cock to flick up against his abdomen and slink away like a fleeing snake under the confines of the fabric.
“I guess you’re not used to seeing a woman like this. I don’t shave it all off like the young girls these days apparently do,” explained Vicky as she rolled her eyes. “Pass me my swimsuit, would you?” asked Vicky politely as as she shifted a leg outward and rested a hand on her hip. For a brief moment she felt like a goddess, standing there so assertively; so comfortably nude with her son. She had just about forgotten that there were two men outside the door, a few yards away.
Donny fossicked around the backpack and pulled out his mother’s one-piece swimsuit and passed it to her. The fly of his boardshorts was agape, exposing his own dense, dark pubic hair, and this did not go unnoticed by his mother’s wandering eye.
“There’s two people in there man…what the fuck?” one of the men whispered to the other quizzically.
Vicky stepped into her swimsuit, then stood up, twisting at her hips to point her round backside her son’s way for a moment as the fabric slid up and over it, causing her thick butt to jiggle pleasingly. Shen then turned to face Donny once again and scooped her arms through the arm hoops, taking a moment to run her hands up and back through her long brown hair to clear it from the inside of the suit. Donny swooned as his mother’s voluptuous tits rose and fell into the swimsuit, her nipples catching against the edge of the fabric on the way.
“Do me up,” ordered Vicky as she spun around and gestured towards the zipper. Hands trembling, Donny did as he was told. Feeling the zip reach it’s peak, Vicky turned around and affected a hurried look. She straightforwardly grasped the edges of her son’s open shorts and began to fasten the buttons and the restraining cord. Donny felt the backs of his mother’s hand brush against the tip of his cock through his shorts as she raised her hands to grasp the opening.
Vicky, reflexively patted lightly against the top of her son’s groin as if to signal ‘all done’, Why did you do that?! she thought, but she knew that a part of her was looking for an excuse to touch her son’s penis. You’re trying to touch it aren’t you?…Maybe he won’t mind. You’re just a curious mother. Interested in all facets of her growing young man.
“How do I look?” asked Vicky, pulling at the edges of her swimsuit, adjusting it into place.
“Umm…really good mom…I mean, fine..OKAY I mean!” replied Donny, swiftly correcting himself. Vicky smirked.
Fuck I want to touch them. I want to touch my mom’s breasts. God damnit, what is wrong with me?, thought Donny as he found himself looking for an excuse to do so.
“There’s just… some dirt smudged across there…from the floor. It looks a bit funny,” said Donny as he pointed toward his mother’s chest with his gaze.
Wait, what’s he up to? thought Vicky. “Oh is there? Where? Show me,” she replied. I see what he’s doing. Let’s see if he’s got the balls to do it? Fuck Vicky, you’re letting this go too far. She inspected her swimsuit as if she didn’t know where the blemish was.
“Just..there mom..”
“Come on Donny, brush it off. I can’t see it!”
Donny reached his right hand out tentatively and lightly ran his fingers across the edge of the fabric containing his mother’s right breast. “Here…,” he said with a look of vulnerability, his eyes begging for permission. He brushed his thumb against the imagined dirt.
“I can’t see it from here. Just rub it off for me, then let’s go,” she instructed. Donny opened the palm of his hand to rub down firmly at the side of his mother’s breast, letting his thumb rest upon and sink lightly into the front of the soft mound. Vicky inhaled deeply at the touch of her son’s bold hand.
My god..look at how they’re jiggling, thought Donny. “It’s…a bit stubborn.. Sorry, if I just..,” he said before taking a step closer, resting his left hand on his mother’s belly to stabilize her body. Vicky felt a rush of blood fill up her face. She was utterly taken aback by the way her son was seemingly escalating the interaction of his own free will.
Little bastard is eager. His hands will be all over you at this rate. What’ll that feel like?, she contemplated.
“Is it coming off?” inquired Vicky as she brought her hands up and gently grasped the underbelly of her breasts, pretending to shift and position them to better expose the supposed stubborn mess on her swimsuit front. Donny sensed that his mother was helping lead this situation into an unusual direction, and as the pair briefly locked eyes, they each expressed a look which seemed to confirm their shared intentions for further exploration.
Vicky licked her fingertips then placed them on the spot that her son was prodding, “is this helping?” she asked as she massaged the side of her breast for a few moments, enjoying how it made her breast puff up, threatening to topple out from her bra. Her son’s right hand dropped to grasp her hip while his left hand remained gently rperched on her belly. This is your son holding you, holding you and touching you, yet it feels like the touch of a lover, for the first time. Why am I allowing this?
The sound of departing footsteps brought Vicky back to reality. “..wierdos in there I think..,” one of the men mumbled as their footsteps grew quieter and more distant.
Mother and son acknowledged the departure of the two men, the pair grinning knowingly at one another like two school kids in the midst of a crush who’ve snuck away to a private hiding spot with amorous intent.
“It’s not working,” said Vicky, frustrated, “here, let me just…,” and she raised her right shoulder, retracting her arm back through the arm hoop, setting a single breast free. Those dickheads are gone…how far should I let this go? His hands feel amazing, so tender, so curious.
“Let me take a look,” Vicky mumbled as she popped her other arm and breast free, folding the fabric in on itself to inspect the supposed dirt spot. Donny felt his cock begin to stiffen at the sight of his mother’s bare breasts once more. He was now operating almost entirely on the fumes of lust.
“Crap, it’s gone though onto your skin,” he said earnestly as he moved his right hand to his mother’s bare breast, touching it in the same place, and in the same manner as when it were guarded by fabric. Vicky squeezed his arm firmly, cleared her throat and relaxed into her son’s touch to indicate her consent.
Donny sensed his mother’s approval, and with added confidence decided to mimic his mother’s prior strategy, licking his fingertips and then smudging them on the thick of her boob. Vicky began to bed her fingernails gently into her son’s skin, her mind’s natural impulses beginning to commandeer her body. She inched closer toward Donny.
“Oh, I didn’t tie you up properly,” giggled Vicky as her son kneaded her breast. You sound ridiculous…, Vicky reproached herself. Donny felt his mother’s hands grasp the cord of his boardshorts, “we can’t have these slipping off you in the water,” she giggled, almost girlishly, as she fiddled around with the fabric near his crotch. “Shhi-!” Vicky contracted her word and made a pretense at bungling the refastening of his boardshorts, deftly tugging as her hands dropped, causing Donny’s fly to fling open and his shorts to slip down his thighs. Like a jack-in-the-box, out sprung the semi-erect cock of her son, pointing brazenly toward her waist.
“Fuck!” yelped Donny in surprise — and shame — as his rigid cock continued to thicken in the presence of his bare-chested mother.
“Shit! Sorry honey. I didn’t mean to ugh…,” responded Vicky as she knelt down to retrieve his shorts as they began gradually crawling down his legs. She pretended to be focused on remedying the situation, but as she raised his shorts back up his legs she paused with her face just a breath away from Donny’s erection, jutting her head backward as she ‘stumbled upon’ the issue at hand. “…well…this is..certainly…something, now isn’t it?” Vicky remarked, taking a moment to stare up at her son’s face, leaving his vulnerable member out in the open.
“I’m sorry, it’s just…the whole situation, seeing you like this…it kind of just…I’m sorry if you’re disgusted in me…but I thought we were..you know…that you and I were just…,” said Donny, genuinely conveying a sense of guilt, even though he was incredibly turned on by his mother hovering around his hard-on, seemingly unfazed by it.
“No, no… it’s okay honey,” replied Vicky soothingly as she glanced back at Donny’s dick. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of…at all,” she flicked her gaze from her son’s erection to his pained facial expression and back again, “…in fact,” added Vicky as her right hand came into contact with Donny’s outer thigh, “…I think we both know we’ve been heading in a strange direction,” she ended by brushing his thigh softly and looking up toward his eyes with a look of complete acceptance, easing Donny’s anguish.
“Donny, I have to admit I’m still processing what’s happening here…and I have to say that I…feel really…good right now, do you?” She paused and allowed her hand to explore his inner thigh a little more teasingly.
“It feels wrong mom, but you’re just so…seeing you like this, and you keep looking at me…down at my..my…,” answered Donny.
“Your penis, Donny?” said Vicky as she glanced at it, then back at his face with a smile. “Donny, I know this is wrong to say, but this is all just kind of happening…we’ve seen each other in a way that we really shouldn’t. Look, I’ll just come out and say it…please don’t think less of me..”
“When I turned around and saw your…cock.. earlier…” said Vicky courageously. Donny flinched in disbelief. “…Donny I was fucking shocked. I was gonna slap you, but… god I’m wretched for saying this… it just surprised me to see you with an..adult penis..” Just fucking spit it out, say it, thought Vicky. “Donny, I’m your mother, but I’m also a woman… it’s just been difficult recently with your father…and this situation has been…exciting? I can’t believe I’m saying this to you!” Donny felt like he was about to faint. He couldn’t believe his mother’s behavior. He couldn’t believe how aroused he was getting.
“I was curious…I feel like you are too,” continued Vicky slipping her hand up and under her son’s testicles, brushing over them briefly before wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft, “…can I just touch it a little bit honey?” she continued as her hand smoothly rolled up the full length of her son’s shaft. “You’re gorgeous, baby,” while raising her other hand to cradle her son’s hefty balls before allowing both her hands to inspect his genitals lovingly, doing what she could to show her son how much she loved him; how good he felt. “My god, what the hell happened down here Donny? You were once my little boy…shit..,” she trailed off as her eyes began to fixate on her son’s penis; at how it so brutishly defied any sense of morality. There it stood in contempt of her place as a mother, ignorant of the centuries of cultural boundaries placed between it and the source of it’s yearning. It was suffocating.
Donny could no longer restrain himself and blurted out, “god… mom…that feels so good! You’re so beautiful…but this is… wrong…shit. Oh mom, tell me how good it feels,” Donny’s tense expression melded into one of ecstasy as his mother smiled back at him knowing that the boundaries had well and truly been crossed.
“I love your cock, Donny. Did you know it’s the biggest I think I’ve ever held? I’m so proud that my son has a big… handsome dick like this..I’m sooo lucky,” said Vicky saucily, elongating and emphasizing key words in unison with the slow, rhythmic stroke of her hand up and down Donny’s shaft. “It’s so gorgeous, but I want to know how it tastes.”
Vicky poked out her tongue and ran it along her son’s urethra, dragging it teasingly across all its bumps and ridges. Donny sunk his fingers firmly into the side of his mother’s head in response, making an awful mess of her hair. “Mmmm…” she moaned before raising herself up from the ground to stand eye to eye with her son. She felt his wet dick poke into her belly as she grasped him by the waist.
“Do you like how this feels…your dick pressed into my belly, hmm? Mommy’s tits against your chest? You’re not the only one who’s well-endowed. How about you give me a kiss to say thank you?” Vicky propositioned Donny, before leaning toward him, squishing his cock against her belly and flattening her bare breasts against the warm skin of his chest.
Wet lips met, and soon Vicky was hungrily jostling with her son’s tongue. She quickly found her hands reaching for the sides of her swimsuit, shoving it forcefully down at her sides, stepping out of it one leg at a time as it reached the floor. “That’s better,” she sighed.
Mother and son — now in a naked embrace — pressed their steamy bodies together, uniting in a bond that few have the good fortune to experience. Vicky tickled her son’s broad chest with her tits as she pulled her head back to look into his eyes. Her hand slipped down and wrapped itself around his member, which felt like a column of granite in her dainty fingers.
“How did we get here Donny?” she asked somewhat wistfully. “What the fuck are we doing?” she moaned whilst continuing to stroke Donny’s cock and fondle his balls. “Should we stop? This is just wrong, isn’t it?”
“It’s wrong mom… we… shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said between labored breaths before taking the mass of his mother’s gorgeous breasts in his hands. He dove his head down and let his tongue find its way to her nipple, sucking and nibbling at tenderly.
“What if someone comes in and finds us like this? You shouldn’t be all over your mother’s tits…I shouldn’t be…groping my son’s big dick…” murmured Vicky, prompting a grunt from Donny before he lashed his tongue wildly across the surface of her breasts, kneading them furiously with his hands all the while.
“We need to stop Donny. Please stop,” whimpered Vicky coyly, “a mother shouldn’t let her son do this…she shouldn’t want her son…not like this…,” she continued. Donny momentarily ceased his feasting as he felt his mother’s grip urge him to stop, and he watched as she began to turn and face away from him. His heart sunk, thinking his mother as had changed her mind.
“…Please Donny…why am I doing this…why…I’m a disgusting, greedy, awful mother..,” she lamented. Donny felt a pang in his heart, but when he reached forward to comfort her as she leant with her arms against the changeroom wall, one of her legs slipped abruptly to the side. The cheeks of her butt wobbled in response. A moment passed and her other leg shifted out slightly in the opposite direction.
Shit. She’s collapsing!, worried Donny naively.
Vicky’s chin dropped to her chest and her butt seemed to arch up ever so slightly. Donny noticed the heel’s of his mother’s feet were elevated from the floor and that she seemed to be bracing herself against the wall now, rather than collapsing against it as he previously assumed.
As Donny glanced down — perplexed by his mother’s posture — he watched her dumpy backside sway like jello back and forth, as though there was something aching or itching away inside her.
“Please don’t Donny…you really shouldn’t do what you’re thinking… I can feel you looking at my body… am I really beautiful, baby?” she whimpered as her voluptuous frame continued to dance before her son’s cock.
“Y-yes mom…you’re fucking…incredible..,” responded Danny as he inched closer and gently grasped his mother’s waist. Her arse brushed back and forth, toying with his throbbing cock.
“What are you doing back there honey? I know what you’re thinking… what is wrong with you?” she said in a judging tone as her son’s penis tip tapped intrusively up against her underbelly. She could feel her son getting himself into position, and so she welcomed him by floating her hips so as to brush her moist labia against the top of his shameless young cock.
“You’re a terrible son for doing this to your mother…I’ll never forgive you,” moaned Vicky as she began prodding the tip of her son’s dick with her moist opening of her passage, her body letting Donny that it was hurting to be taken.
“Mom…” uttered Donny as he eased his full length up and inside his mother’s canal. What the fuck are you doing? Fuck, fuck, fuck…you fucking idiot!, panicked Donny. Vicky gasped and choked as she writhed in submission against the flimsy wall, coming to fully appreciate the full extent of her son’s blossoming manhood. He paused for a moment as his mind wandered, fancying that he might suspend his mother in the air from his cock, harpooned like some hapless creature.
“You…fucking…mother…fucker,” she stammered, gasping for air as she felt her son’s thrusts grow in intensity, plunging back and forth up to his balls. She indulged in his youthful ferocity. She had forgotten the vigor — and desperation with which young men fuck.
“You’ve made your mother a son-fucking slut…you did this to me..but… I…I wanted you to make me your slut,” she moaned angrily, spurring Donny into a frenzy.
“Ugh…does that feel good mom?…does my cock feel good inside you?” the youth demonstrating his willingness to participate in the talk. Growing more adventurous, he slid his grip up to clasp his mother’s billowing breasts, which toppled around in all directions. During his next thrust, he eased in slowly, then pulled his mother by the tits firmly into his body, bringing his mouth to rest by her ear.
“I want your cock and your cock only…my pussy is all yours, baby. Cum for me… it’s okay…you can. I want you to…” Vicky was almost in tears as her well-endowed son fucked her like a dirty, teen whore. She just wanted to feel her son’s fat cock convulse and spit it’s life-giving seed deep within her womb. She wanted to feel his cock collapse and fall limp like a filthy slug against her inner walls, and quiver as it slips out having finished its deed, completely depleted of its strength. She wanted to conquer his cock, and be conquered by it.
“Fuck…I love you mom,” gasped Donny as his slick belly glided against his mother’s quivering rump. He pressed his cock forcefully inside her and squeezed his arsehole together as he unloaded all he had to offer her. He felt his mother clench her walls aggressively, vacuuming at his shaft, Donny’s ears dazzled by the slurping and squelching produced by his mother’s experienced pussy. He peered down and ceased his efforts for a moment to try and comprehend just what on earth his mother was doing to down there. The sight of her arse gracefully arching it’s way over his rod as he stood there motionless sent waves of energy sparkling up through his balls, culminating in a sublime chill resonating throughout all corners of his body.
As Donny erutped his mother continued ravenously siphoning at his cock until her body sensed he was softening, and finally his young cock began its farewell to his mother’s glorious vagina.
Donny’s cock slinked out of Vicky’s dripping pussy and found a resting place, lightly dancing between her thighs and butt cheeks. Breathing deeply into his mother’s ear, Vicky turned her head to find her son’s lips, “I love you so much Donny,” she sobbed before taking Donny’s tongue inside her mouth again.
Vicky turned to face her Donny, and they wrapped their arms in a tight embrace, enjoying the warm, soft, and slick sensation of their perspiring bodies against one another. After a few moments just holding one another, Vicky slipped down against Donny, squatting so that her face came in view of her the spent cock that just fucked her brains out. It was red, half-deflated, exhausted, but a beautiful thing. Wanting to sample his cock and her own cunt, Vicky lifted the weary penis up and into her mouth, slurping and sucking it back out of her mouth like a melting popsicle.
Again, Vicky engulfed her son’s cock and chugged at it fiendishly, enjoying the musty, slightly tart flavor. She relished the feeling of it thickening in her mouth.
“Fuck mom…it hurts,” wailed Donny, but Vicky pressed on. She sucked and jerked wildly at his cock, compelling it to become rapidly engorged. She tested the limits of her jaw, opening wide to take a sagging testicle in her mouth, twiddling it in her mouth like a hooker. She was going to make her son cum again, but this time in another orifice.
Donny collapsed to the bench beside him — seeing as there was no stopping his mother — and so, planted his hands at the sides of his mother’s head, resisting the urge to hold her ears as handles. Vicky re-positioned herself and began bobbing her head up and down against his dick manically like an ice addict on a pogo stick. For a moment Donny was almost disgusted by his mother’s hunger, but as the pain of his raw skin began to succumb to pleasure induced by his mother’s merciless sucking, he felt only love towards her.
Before he knew it, the familiar, blissful wave ran through his loins once more, causing his bottom half to jitter atop the bench like a jackhammer set loose. His cock seized violently and his eyes rolled back, but his mother’s mouth remained adamantly fixed to his pulsating dick as though her neck were bound to his hips by an invisible rope.
Donny felt the tickle of the back of his mother’s mouth retracting, followed by the sound of deep, guttural tones as her throat gulped away at his hot young cum. He gazed down to see her pull her head back up wildly, gasp for air, cheeks rosy and lips inflamed, then dunk her head back down again to suck his pipes dry. Vicky raised a finger to scoop a remnant of cum from her lip and edged it inside her mouth, licking the residue from her fingertip with relish.
Vicky’s breasts flopped over and came to rest on Danny’s utterly vanquished cock — the sight, an utter mess of intermingling sex flesh — and her head found a comfortable pillow on his relaxed abdomen. She crossed her legs over to recline against the towel on the floor as comfortably as she could manage.
Mother and son sat this way for some time, neither stricken by the pangs of shame and regret for having debauched one another; neither plagued by dread for the future. They simply felt good this way.
As a new set of voices began to emerge from the changeroom entry, Vicky stirred from her position, realizing that she didn’t really feel like going for a swim anymore. “Let’s head home Donny.”
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