Son and his mom make some lasting memories…
“Just one more? Pleaaaase?”
Arms folded, Helen Cleaver attempted to resist the puppy-dog-eye routine in front of her, but as had been the norm for 18 years, she couldn’t help but acquiesce.
“Ok… but this is really the last one,” she sighed, fishing in her handbag and pulling out a crisp note.
Now flashing his gorgeous smile, Jason grabbed the cash before bending down to quickly peck Helen on the cheek, “Thanks, mom! You’re the best!”
As she watched her son run off to the ticket counter, Helen smiled, her fingers savoring the evanescent warmth on her cheek. When he disappeared into the crowd, a deep ache grew in her chest as she realized her baby boy would disappear from her life within the month. Even her husband, who had both reassured her with the promise of frequent campus visits and admonished her for being overbearing, had to admit that Stanford was over 2000 miles west of home. Resigned to her fate, Helen threw back the remainder of her glass, the Cabernet Sauvignon slightly dulling her pain.
“Looks like you need another glass.”
Helen turned around to find Julie Eldridge with two glasses of wine. She handed her a glass, smiling sympathetically.
“Thanks, Julie.”
“Don’t mention it. These neighborhood graduation parties may be a blast for the men, but they’re always hard on us moms.”
Helen lightly smacked herself on the head, “Ooops! I forgot Kyle was graduating this year too. Sorry and congratulations, I guess.”
“It’s okay. Thanks. I can understand why you’re preoccupied. Only another mom can understand what it’s like to lose our strong, handsome babies.”
Helen gestured her frustration, “I know! Paul almost seems overjoyed to have Jason out of the house.”
Julie giggled knowingly, “Between us, it’s natural for old men to feel threatened by young studs. Especially these days — I heard on the news that this new generation has higher testosterone levels or something.”
Although she was unfamiliar with the study, Helen wasn’t particularly surprised given the data in her own home: the muscle-bound teen towered over her flabby, slightly effeminate spouse.
“Mom! Let’s go!”
Kyle, Julie’s son, waved his arms across the crowd, gesturing for her to leave. Beaming, the matron waved back excitedly.
“I have to go. Give my congrats to Jason, though I’m sorry you’re losing him.” With a mischievous smile, she added, “Make sure you really take advantage of him for this last month.”
“Thanks!” Helen yelled as she watched Julie run to her son. As she sipped her wine and watched the somewhat less-than-filial embrace between the two, she began wondering what exactly Julie had meant. Amongst the bridge club, there certainly had been rumors about a possible affair responsible for Julie’s stormy marriage, but there had never been any specifics. Helen, however, had always maintained a distant suspicion that the mystery lothario had been the boy who Julie was currently wrapped around.
After all, she was not entirely innocent regarding the taboo in question. Years earlier, when Jason suffered the pangs of puberty with no support from his prude of a father, Helen had tutored the youth at his behest. An experienced lover who had been with her fair share of partners, Helen had capably been the theoretical and practical foundation for Jason’s tremendous successes with girls; she had been the training course for his first date, his first dance, and even his first kiss. Energized by his romantic triumphs, the boy had further goaded her into delivering lessons on basic male and female anatomy, cunnilingus, and other things women liked in bed. Despite the well-meaning housewife’s attempts to draw inviolable boundaries, her inability to say no (and, on some deep level, her pleasure in his wide-eyed attention) to the apple of her eye saw their relationship grow more and more dangerous. It took a teary-eyed confession of his newfound oedipal love that finally led Helen to put a firm stop to their lessons. Fortunately, the friction between them was not longstanding; with a horde of girls throwing themselves at him, the boy soon found ample distraction, and Helen, although jealous, dismissed his short-lived proclivities as a growing pain.
While the ensuing years saw the blossoming of a beautiful filial relationship and even an amicable friendship between the two, Helen’s feelings for the boy remained complicated. The gods saw fit to sculpt a human David out of the teen as the years progressed; combined with her husband’s neglect, the image of Jason in boxers had provided the housewife with innumerable intense, guilty climaxes. Worse, according to bridge club rumors, the very romantic successes that she had helped the boy attain had apparently forged a sexual virtuoso of legendary endowment, stamina, and technique. She was not surprised to discover that the boy had many devotees from his high school: Helen had opened the front door countless times to find nervous teenage girls who sought her son’s attention. Last week, however, she had been stunned to learn that many of his conquests had been older women — mothers and aunts of his unsuspecting friends and neighbors. She wondered if he retained any of his desire for her.
For the next hour, lost in her thoughts, Helen roamed the party, downing glass after glass, and faking enthusiasm at pleasantries. As her boredom and inebriation grew, so did her libido, especially with the salacious thoughts pervading her mind. Eventually, desperately horny, she made her way to her husband, who had previously abandoned her for his drinking friends. She embraced him, whispering into his ear.
“H-hi honey. How’re youuu doing? I loooove you… please take me home and fuck me.”
Paul pushed her away, “Goddamnit Helen, you’re drunk. Don’t embarrass me like this.”
Grabbing her by the wrist, he dragged her through the party until he found his son.
“Take your mother home. She’s not feeling well.”
Jason took her arm and gently placed it around his shoulder, “Oh no! Are you ok mom?”
“Noo sweetheart — I’m nnot. I don’t *hic* want you to leave me.”
Quietly, Helen added, laughing, “Alssso your mommy’s hornny. She needs to get FUCKED.”
The teen’s eyes shot open at his mother’s candor and thanked the heavens that nobody else had heard.
Paul fished in his pocket for a couple of bills and shoved them into Jason’s hand, “Take her home, but stop by the pharmacy for some of those hangover pills. Put her to bed — I’ll be home after the party ends and take it from there.”
As they began the short trek to the car, Jason reassured his mother, “Sorry dad was such an asshole. I’m gonna take you home, ok mom?”
She kissed him on the cheek, “Okkkaaay. Yyou’re suuuch a goooood boy.”
At the car, Jason opened the passenger door for his mother and tried to usher her in. Completely unstable, Helen tumbled forward, her head stopping just shy of the car door thanks to Jason’s quick hands.
Noticing that his right hand was firmly grasping her breast, the teen quickly pulled back, “Wow, uh sorry.”
Too groggy to know better, Helen smiled wolfishly, “Oh cooome on *hic* it’s not like youu haven’t seen and touched theeese before.”
Jason fondly remembered their short tryst, but quickly snapped out of his thoughts when he saw a car drive by. He helped the buzzed housewife in the car and reached over her to buckle her in.
As he pulled back, his mother gently cupped his face, turning it towards her. He studied the lovely visage before him, complete with high-set, flushed cheekbones; short, curly brown hair; full, lipstick-covered lips; dainty, button-shaped nose; and almond-shaped eyes of turquoise, now weeping translucent tears. Her long nails gently combed through hair much like her own.
“Mmy handsome baby. Wha- am I gonna to do when youu leave? I love you sooooo much.”
Without much thought, she slowly brought her lips to his, her tears wetting his face. Surprised and invigorated by one of the happiest memories of his life, Jason fully kissed her back. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she eagerly responded with her own lingual acrobatics. The kiss was moist and hot and when a passing car caused the couple to disengage, they were both left panting.
“Ooops…” Helen muttered, suddenly mortified.
Aside from the ambient noise on the road, the drive to the pharmacy was completely quiet. By the time Jason had pulled into the store lot, Helen had already fallen asleep. When he got to the counter, he was glad he had left his mother in the car.
“Hey sugar. How’re you doing? It’s been a while,” the middle-aged, shapely blonde clerk asked.
“Hi, Mrs. Woods, I’m doing great — just need some hangover medicine for… a friend. You? How’s Penny?” the boy asked, somewhat uncomfortably.
“She misses you a lot… just like I do.” Double-checking that the store was empty, she leaned forward on the counter and whispered in the boy’s ear, “And after getting to know each other on our little weekend field-trip to the cabin, I’d have thought you’d call me June.”
Jason gasped as the mother of one of his ex-girlfriends began nibbling at his ear lobe. The welcome sensation and the intoxicating memories of the four-poster bed in the chaperone cabin fortified his already semi-erect cock.
Suddenly, June pulled back and sighed, “Unfortunately, I see that you’ve been booked tonight by some very lucky lady.”
In response to Jason’s bemusement, June pointed to the vanity mirror on the wall. The boy was embarrassed to see clear markings of lipstick on his face. If only she knew…
“Don’t be embarrassed. I’m not the jealous type… though you certainly make it difficult,” June muttered, staring at the large protuberance in the boy’s shorts.
“Mrs Woo- uh June? The medicine?” Jason asked after a protracted silence.
“Oh-uh sorry. Yeah, here you go.”
Jason began handing her the cash when she stopped him.
“Your money’s no good here. In fact, I have yet to thank you properly for last time.”
She grabbed a black, laminated box and placed it on the counter, “Magnum XXL, right?”
“Wow, thanks!” Sheepishly, the boy added, “Actually, do you have the ultra-thin version?”
Laughing, she quickly swapped the product with the correct one, “Ahh of course. Not like you need the help with endurance.”
As he walked out, June yelled out to him, “Have fun tonight! And remember, if you ever want another free box, give me or Penny a call anytime!”
Minutes later, Jason shook Helen awake, “Hey mom, we’re home.”
Having slept off some of the alcohol, she was able to exit the vehicle without incident. Still, to make sure she didn’t hurt herself, Jason helped her into the house, flipping on the master light.
“Honey… you don’t have to. I’m ok. Well, you’re gonna have to let me go up the stairs by myself,” she smiled, matter-of-factly.
The teen smirked, “I don’t have to do anything.”
“Wait, wha-? JASON!” she squealed, as he effortlessly carried her into his arms.
“See?”
Helen laughed, “Jerk! You could’ve warned me!”
Jason chuckled, “Where’s the fun in that?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck for support, giving him another lipstick-imprinted kiss on the cheek, “Mmmm… my hero. God, I love how strong you are.”
A sucker for his mother’s praises, Jason grinned all the way to his parent’s bedroom before gently depositing her on the bed, using only the full moon in the window for guidance in the unlit room. Not to be outdone, Helen suddenly pulled the boy forward, causing him to topple onto her.
Directly atop her, he raised himself on his elbows until he was eye-level, “No fair!”
Gently stroking his face, Helen smiled, “Now you know what it feels like, goofball.”
The boy couldn’t help but acknowledge her well-executed revenge, as he brushed the hair out of her face.
However, as the laughter died down, mother and son found themselves quietly gazing at each other, their faces bathed in moonlight. Before long, Jason began slowly closing the distance.
With less alcohol fueling her audacity, Helen began nervously muttering tepid denials, “Sweetheart… what we did… before… a mistake… we can’t… your father… it’s wrong.”
Jason finally silenced her with their second kiss of the night, and her silent, passionate response spoke more to her true ambitions than her hesitant logorrhea ever could. Their tongues danced as the teen began running his hands down her body, throwing more fuel into the fire. Before long, the experienced teen had his hands under her skirt and on her drenched panties.
“Mmmm… *kiss* baby *kiss* don’t… oh goddd…,” Helen whispered, breathlessly.
Moaning into her son’s lips, Helen enjoyed the ministrations of his fingers, now directly massaging her labia.
“Jason, no!” she interjected softly at his touch.
The boy broke the kiss, redirecting his lips to the taut, sweaty crevices of her neck. Between kisses on erogenous zones that fogged her mind, he confidently asserted, “I promise it’ll feel good. I know you need this.”
Before long, two of his fingers slipped into her sodden canal and began applying a delectable pressure to her sensitive, upper walls, while his thumb teased her clitoris over its hood. Her reservations were washed away by the deluge of sensation.
“Doesn’t that feel good, mom?”
Involuntarily, Helen began slowly undulating her hips, “Yessssss. Jesus honey… where did you… ohhhhh.”
The housewife’s eyes fluttered when the boy’s massaging fingers arrived at a special, rough zone.
“Oh g-god… I can’t believe it! You’re gonna make me come!”
The fingers began stroking faster.
“Yes!! That’s it! Here it –”
Without warning, Jason withdrew. Helen’s hand shot forward and clutched his forearm.
She fought to control the desperation in her voice, “Noooo! Don’t stop! You promised!”
Without a word, Jason freed his arm from her grasp and rose up on his knees.
Helen stared at the impossible bulge in his shorts. Even confined by two layers of clothing, its pulsations were unmistakable.
Hooking his fingers under the elastic of his boxers, he stripped down completely, pivoting to slide the garments down his legs.
Reflexively, Helen’s hand covered her now open mouth as her son’s penis sprang free from its confinement. Rumors and her own imagination hadn’t even remotely approximated the reality in front of her; the bobbing scimitar of flesh in front of her was easily the largest cock she’d ever laid her eyes on.
“Wow…”
“I’ve done a lot of growing up since you last saw me,” Jason chuckled.
He removed the box of condoms from his shorts, tore the plastic open with his teeth, and removed one of the wrappers from within.
His mother watched in fascination, horror, and excitement as he pulled a massive, black rubber circle out from the package, placed it on the large, drooling, purple glans, and began rolling it over his shaft.
With more than a quarter of his penis still exposed, there was no more condom left to roll. The vulcanized rubber fit snugly, its translucent, black color contrasting sharply with the boy’s opaque, alabaster shaft.
Jason curled his fist around the base, elevating it until the head of the cruelly curved shaft brushed against his shirt.
“I’m going to make you come with this.”
He pushed up the skirt of Helen’s dress and removed her panties. He kneed his way forward until his firm quadriceps pressed against her soft inner thighs. As he pressed the head of his erection against the warm introitus, he looked at his mother’s face, her eyes wide and head shaking.
“Sweetheart, no… not this,” she whispered, even as her rolling hips begged him otherwise.
The boy went with what her hips and he wanted. He parted her lips and dove in, the warm, slick channel offering easy access.
Helen gasped as she felt her pussy stretched wider than ever before, and a dull, burning sensation threatened to engulf her whole.
“SO… BIG!” she managed to grunt even as her breath left her.
And so, brow knitted and teeth gritted, Helen Cleaver paid the toll for the ultimate ecstasy as her son dug the requisite access tunnel. An assortment of gasps, curses, squeals and screams marked his progress. When he passed her husband’s deepest, her hand reflexively pressed against his stomach, though doing little to impede his progress. When he beat out Troy Stevens from college, her tiny hands grasped his muscular shoulders and her head shook from side-to-side. With so much left to go, she doubted anyone would ever steal first place from him.
“Relax. Let me in, mom.”
Since his invasion somehow attenuated the burning within her, she couldn’t help but comply. Finally, after nearly ten minutes of strenuous effort, the boy’s glans stroked the door to her womb, just as his pubis met hers. The burning sensation finally peaked and rolled over as the most intense orgasm of Helen’s life struck her without warning.
“OHHHHHHHH!!!!! GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!” her shrill voice echoed throughout the empty house.
The boy kept her screaming for as long as possible with directed shallow thrusts that stroked her inflamed walls, but never left her womb unattended for long. Although he relished the familiar sensation of a warm gush of fluids coating his cock, he was surprised just how close to climax he was brought the powerful, milking contractions of her vagina.
Finally, the paroxysm dissipated, the milder aftershocks of pleasure drawing hoarse sobs from Helen’s raw throat. Tears streamed down her face, and Jason brought his face to hers for comfort.
He kissed her face, targeting the tears, “Sorry if I hurt you.”
He began nuzzling her neck and slowly began withdrawing. At the peak of his withdrawal stroke, he pulled back until the massive glans exited her honeypot with a pop.
Helen whined and wrapped her long legs around Jason, the backs of her calves desperately pressing against his firm buttocks.
Relishing her desperate need and the way her soft breasts pressed into his chest, the teen smiled as he re-entered her, stretching her out again. When he fully within her again, he rolled his hips, massaging her womb with his glans, causing her eyes to roll back in her head.
“Ohhhhh babbyyy nooo…,” she moaned.
He looked down at their coupling, “Look mom. You’re taking all of me. We were made for each other.”
“D-don’t say that,” she whispered, despite the flash of joy that erupted within her.
Jason began slowly accelerating his tempo, with Helen’s hips adjusting their response appropriately. The increased effort in the setting of the hot summer night caused the boy to drench his t-shirt with sweat. The effort was well worth it, however, when he made his mother come for the second time that night.
“JASSOOOOOOOOOON!!! OHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
The teen steadily rode her through her orgasm and aftershocks. Despite Jason’s significant experience, the taboo of the situation, the powerful vice around his cock, and his mother’s vocalizations had caused the teen to regress to a novice.
“J-jesus, mom… you feel soo good.”
By this point in time, Jason was thrusting uncontrollably, his capacity for finesse long gone. For the first time in years, he wished that he’d picked a more stamina-friendly condom, “Uhh, I can’t hold it much longer mom. I’m gonna come!”
“Noo — just wait a little longer!!”
“Sorry ugh I c-can’…HNGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” the teen grunted as he felt his life lurch out of the head of his ballooning penis.
“IT GREWWWW!!!” Helen screamed expanding penis made her revisit her virginity again. Her declaration was largely lost on her son, who was thrusting away mindlessly.
Minutes later, Jason gingerly withdrew despite his mother’s wail of disapproval. As the shaft disengaged from the newly-stretched hole, an additional bolus of Helen’s fluids streamed out from her still undulating hips, further soaking the satin sheets. The boy’s erect shaft throbbed in the air, the black rubber a glistening evidence of their lovemaking. The receptacle ballooned obscenely, filled with the teen’s potent swimmers.
“Phew,” Jason sighed as he pulled off the condom, tied it off, and threw it into the waste basket. “That was amazing, mom — I felt like you were going to milk me dry. Sorry I came so quickly and kept you from yours — you’re just too damn hot.”
Head spinning, Helen glanced at the clock, and realized the boy had been fucking her steadily for 20 minutes. Considering he had outdone his father’s average by an order of magnitude and two mind-bending orgasms, she wondered if he was just blustering.
“Don’t worry, though. I’ll make it up to you right now. With one out of my system, I’m pretty sure I can go for a long time this next time.”
His obvious suggestion blew the fog away from her brain. She sat up and looked him in the eye pleadingly.
“No… not again! We can’t do this again!”
He returned her gaze, “Why not? It’s obvious you need more — look how restless you are. I know I definitely want you, mom.”
He was right. She looked away, “It’s wrong! What about your father? Oh god… Paul…”
Jason approached from behind and wrapped his arms around her. He clutched the box of condoms in one hand.
“Look, it’s not like I’m stealing you from him or anything. It’s just a temporary thing before I have to say goodbye and fly off to college. Come on mom.”
The enormous erection prodding her soft buttocks and his warm lips at her neck didn’t help her resist.
“I-I don’t know…”
“I’m gonna go off and be thousands of miles from home. God knows when I’ll see you again. I’m gonna miss you so much — can’t we make some great, lasting memories?”
“Me too honey, but…”
“We’ve already done it once. What’s the harm in just having some fun?”
“I-I’m not sure…”
“Just one box? Pleaaaase?”
With that, Helen had no choice but to say exactly what she’d said a thousand times before.
“O-ok.”
Jason tightened his hug and kissed her on the cheek, “Yes! You’re the best, mom! You won’t regret this.”
“Just this one box though, ok?”
The boy was already busy removing the shoulder straps of her dress, “Huh? Yeah, absolutely. Wait, can you lift your arms up?”
Helen complied, allowing the boy to slip the dress off, “And only when your father’s not home. He CAN’T know about this — it’d destroy him.”
Having unhooked the bra, Jason began fondling his mother’s ample breasts, “Of course not — we’ll be careful.”
She felt kisses on her neck again, as his hand again began massaging her honey pot, “H-how many condoms *gasp* are there anyw… ohhhhh honey that f-feels amazing.”
The teen nibbled on his mother’s ear, her blissful groan indicating that she shared his affinity for the gesture. He whispered, “I need you.”
Helen watched as Jason rolled another condom onto his steel-hard erection. Before he returned to her, he grabbed the bedside digital clock.
“Hmm, ok… so, dad said he’d be back after the party finishes at midnight. So that leaves about two-and-a-half hours. Leaving time aside to get rid of the evidence I’ll set the alarm for hmm… let’s say 11.”
A whole hour? Surely the boy was joking?
“God damn, mom, you’re so fucking beautiful. Girls my age just can’t compare to a real woman.” Jason sighed as he set the clock aside and gazed upon his mother’s moonlit body.
Helen blushed, proud of her body, and shocked at his revelation.
Crawling over to her, he met little resistance when pushed her on her back, and pulled away her arms crossed over her breasts, “Let me see all of you.”
The teen looked at her ravenously, his cock throbbing more violently than ever. Positioning himself again at her waist, he pulled apart her closed legs and raised them atop his shoulders. He stroked his rubber-coated glans against her newly exposed flower, causing her to breathe harder. Rolling her forward until he was optimally positioned for the forthcoming assault, the boy was now face-to-face with his mother.
Her eyes wide with fear, confusion, and anticipation, Helen felt him gently press his lips against her forehead.
“I love you, mom,” the boy declared as he cupped her face and entered her again, immediately triggering another climax.
59 minutes later, Helen’s red, mascara-smeared face was pressed down on the bed, next to her hands desperately clutching the satin sheets. Shimmering in the moonlight, sweat rolled off her arched back, the beads rolling around the large male hand keeping her in place. Up in the air, her heart-shaped derriere rippled as shiny, muscular thighs forcefully collided into it again and again, Jason’s other hand keeping it in place. A massive, rubber-coated shaft shuttled in and out of her pussy, its withdrawals periodically causing strings of sticky, translucent fluid to further soak the drenched sheets.
Like much of the previous hour, the headboard slammed into the wall, its rhythmic banging the only sound in the other room aside from Jason’s labored panting, Helen’s fevered cries, and the obscene commotion of their genitals.
“BEEP-BEEP-BEEP,” the alarm clock warned.
Jason cased thrusting and reached with his hand to quiet the machine, “Augh… damn it — I could *huff* have kept going *huff* for a bit! W-well guess *huff* we’ll h-have to *huff* call it a day.”
With what little strength remained within her, Helen began shaking her hips, attempting to resume the delicious friction. The panic in her voice was obvious, “NO! I n-need to….”
Jason smirked and bent them forward, his body completely covering her back and his mouth at her ears, until his fists landed on the bed before her.
“Oh come on, mom. I wouldn’t leave you hanging like this. You should be more honest though.”
She emitted a low, guttural moan as he resumed thrusting.
“I can tell you’re close. I can stop holding back, so let’s come together, mom.”
With the ferocity she’d come to know very well the previous hour, the boy began giving her exactly what she needed. In complete control, he let his passions overcome him just as her muff began spasming uncontrollably for the umpteenth time that night.
“UGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Jason groaned as his peter began spitting into the condom. He humped through one of the most exciting climaxes of his life.
After bucking uncontrollably for nearly two minutes, Jason collapsed on his mother, who was still enjoying the residual of her latest paroxysm. He nuzzled her sweat-matted, disheveled hair, brushing it out of her face and kissing her on the cheek.
“Phew – that was great. I’ve never been milked so dry in my life.”
“BEEP-BEEP-BEEP,” the alarm clock rejoined again as instructed by its snooze counter.
Realizing they were already ten minutes behind schedule, Jason rapidly withdrew, giving Helen one last kiss on the shoulder, “We have to clean up, mom. I’d love to have more fun, but dad’ll be home in less than an hour.”
He tore off the bulging condom, and threw it with its partner in the bedroom trash. Flipping on the light, he grabbed the trash bag and ran off downstairs to the larger disposal in the garage to destroy the evidence.
Despite the need for some haste, Helen was lost in a haze. The boy’s vigorous, ceaseless fucking; his enormous, granite penis; the countless, writhing orgasms; and the potent, continuous endorphins flooding her body had drained her completely. Only the threat of her husband’s impending return forced her to drag her enervated limbs and sore insides from the bed to the shower.
As the soapy water washed away the sweat and fluids, her mind played back the scenes of the previous hour. Although part of her was ashamed, much of her relished reliving the shocking positions, his rippling abs against her fingers, the state of being completely overpowered by unrelenting masculinity, exquisite sensations from hitherto undiscovered regions within her, the desperate French kisses, and, of course, that wonderful, marvelous cock. She gently massaged her sore pussy, tracing the sensation from her opening all the way past her navel.
“Jesus, I’ve never been fucked so deep and so hard before. I can still kinda feel him pounding away.”
In awe, she remembered that Jason had still been fully erect after his second orgasm. She wondered if he had a limit. She wondered if they’d ever each hers.
Languidly, she exited the shower, wrapped in a towel and faced the large sink mirror. Even as aches ravaged her body and a million thoughts ran through her mind, she realized that she looked more relaxed and serene than ever before. In an unprecedented gesture, she dropped the towel to reveal her figure. Surprisingly, her body, seemingly more robust and younger than ever, seemed to glow, and for first time in years, she beamed when she saw her ample bust and butt in her side-profile.
When she reentered her bedroom, relief washed over her as she found new sheets spread over the bed. The old sheets and the clothes the lovers had discarded were nowhere to be seen. Air freshener pervaded the room air, though subtle hints of the musky flavor of their rendezvous still lingered.
Suddenly, it made sense why Jason suddenly became so oddly compliant in tidying his room in the last few years. Realizing the behavior was highly unusual for a teenage boy, she had always attributed the change to his growing sense of responsibility or perhaps an attempt to impress some of the girls he brought home. Now she knew that he’d simply become proficient at destroying the evidence after his various indiscretions.
As she changed into a nightgown and retired to bed, she jealously wondered which other women he had been with. She had seen the various high-school and college girls come and go, but given his self-admitted predilection for older women, it was obvious that he’d slept with women her age. Her bridge-club friends? The mothers of his girlfriends? Teachers? His tutor? Irene? Mary? Linda? Virginia? Elizabeth?
Like counting sheep, the task of recalling the various women in the small town quickly brought sleep to the tired matron. By the time her husband drunkenly crawled to bed past midnight, she was completely unaware.
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The naked head of Jason’s morning wood was nestled deep in Helen’s throat less than 15 minutes after Paul had left for work.
“Ohhhhh goddd mom you actually did it. You actually took it allllll. Holyyy shit you’re perfect,” the wide-eyed boy groaned, his hands clutching both sides of her head.
Tears streaming down her face, Helen used every ounce of her college experience to keep from gagging. When she signaled for air, he withdrew immediately.
Still fisting his erection, she coughed and spat the mucous results of the blowjob on the shaft.
The bewildered teen scratched his hair, humbled, “Seriously, mom… no one has even come close before.”
“Mmm hmm,” she muttered, before returning her mouth to his penis, trying her best not to smile at her triumph.
“Uuhhh that’s amazing…” he groaned, running his fingers through her hair.
Although no stranger to a warm mouth around his cock, Jason had found Monday morning quite surprising.
The first surprise arrived slightly after his father left for work. The boy had dropped his shorts to reveal his throbbing erection, and asked her if she’d fulfill one of his greatest fantasies. Although his performance and her reactions last night had cemented her consent in his proposition, he expected a more protracted fight. Yet, almost instantly, his mother had dropped to her knees and set about the task at hand.
Her ability to deepthroat him had been the second surprise. She had beaten the previous record, set by Virginia Lee on Easter Sunday, by a whole inch and a half.
He was currently experiencing the third surprise. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he’d eaten breakfast in his current chair for the past 18 years. Perhaps it was the excitement of committing another unspeakable taboo. Perhaps it was his mother’s gorgeous turquoise eyes studying him intently, or her enormous breasts fighting to escape her bra, clearly visible through her open night robe. Perhaps it was her inexplicable enthusiasm. Or perhaps it was Helen Cleaver’s inimitable technique — the pink, flailing tongue that fluttered rapidly against the sensitive glans; the gentle, wet kisses at the base of the shift that reminded the boy of a mother’s love; the steady, warm suction that simulated a tight, virgin pussy; the secondary handjob that spread the love; the lewd, slurping sounds that were music to a boy’s ears; and the rapid, continuous head-bobbing that mirrored the teen’s favorite way to fuck.
Whatever the reason, Jason currently was in heaven as his dong quivered and leaked inside his mother’s mouth.
Although mortified, Helen wasn’t doing badly herself. An avid sword-swallower in her younger years, she’d always loved the feel and taste of cock; moreover, she relished reducing gasconading men into whimpering boys with an act so simple. Unfortunately, her idiot husband would never have any of it — “disgusting” was his word of choice to describe oral sex. Therefore, it was no surprise that she approached her first opportunity in two decades to pleasure one of the most magnificent phalluses she’d ever seen with ardent enthusiasm.
Although this context was unbeknownst to Jason, the boy luxuriated in listening to his mother whimper and moan while she lovingly pampered his pole. When she again successfully took him deep in her throat, the ridges in her gullet tickling his cockhead, the boy’s eyes rolled back as he exploded in her throat.
“Hnghhhh!!!” Jason grunted, involuntarily thrusting into her mouth.
Helen patiently endured his desperate search for relief, somehow managing to keep up with the ludicrous amount of spunk that left his balls. She stroked his thighs and cooed sympathetically, cherishing the almost pitiful, boyish whimpering from the same man that had reduced her to putty the previous night.
When he finally fell back, sweaty and panting, Helen’s long, painted nails tenderly raked the wrinkled skin of his scrotum. She placed gentle kisses on the pink head and lapped up any residual ejaculate.
“W-wow, mom *huff* you swallowed *pant* every drop. You’re *huff* amazing.”
Helen couldn’t help but smile proudly, “Thanks, sweetie.”
When he finally caught his breath, Jason looked her directly in the eye, and asserted, “Ok. Now it’s my turn.”
He stood up, grabbed his mother by the waist, and hoisted her onto the dining table.
“Wait! Wha-?” the bemused housewife exclaimed.
“Hey, you’re the one that taught me the golden rule,” Jason posited, while gently pushing her onto her back, clearing the table condiments out of the way. He deftly undid the ribbon to her pink night robe, and spread it open, revealing a busty, mature woman in nothing but a black bra and panties to match. Pulling her slightly forward, he sat down onto the chair so that his face was positioned just at her quim.
“Wow, mom, why are you so wet? Did going down on me turn you on that much?” the teen asked maliciously as he gently rubbed the mons, focusing on the erogenous flesh around her clitoris.
“Shut up,” Helen moaned quietly as her cheeks turned pink. She couldn’t help but lightly thrust her hips against his massage.
“Oh, I’m just kidding, mom — I love that I get you so excited. If we’re being honest, I was worried that you’d hate me for last night and want to back out of our arrangement.”
Despite the pleasure fogging her thoughts, Helen’s maternal instincts made her blurt out, “I could n-never hate you, sweetheart. I love you soo much. I… just am not sure if what we’re doing is… ohhhhh.”
Jason quieted her disapproval by massing her clitoral hood between his thumbs, “Thanks, mom. Come on it’s completely ok — we’re just two adults making each other feel good. You should be more honest about what you want. Mmmm… god you smell amazing,” he groaned as he took in her feminine bouquet.
Helen’s breathing accelerated in time with her hips. She clutched her soft robe as the day’s first climax approached. However, the teen suddenly released all pressure from the area. Her hand shot down to replace his.
Jason quickly blocked her attempts at self-service, slowly shaking his head. He turned his head to the side and began laying down a series of kisses on the inside of her milky white thighs. Just before he approached her altar of love, making his mother whine desperately for the contact, he switched to the other thigh, ignoring her silent moan of protest. This time, he quickly removed her panties in a practiced motion, revealing her pink, puffy mound covered by a messy thatch of brown fuzz. The secret treasure within was wet and shiny in the sunlight, as if crying for the boy to let it reach climax.
When he grasped her other hand as she attempted to touch herself, the wide-eyed housewife groaned, so near her much needed, “Ohh god baby what are you doing?”
Jason kissed Helen’s hands in his and raised his head to look at her.
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. Eat you for breakfast,” the teen smirked before firmly licking the entire region with his broad tongue, driving her over the edge.
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“MMMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHH!!!!!”
The muffled sound of a woman’s screams echoed off the walls covered with posters of various movies, metal bands, and video games; the sound permeated the mostly silent room, its only companion the whirring of a ceiling fan that did little to cool its two naked, sweaty inhabitants. A pink robe and black panties littered the floor in stark contrast to the various articles of male clothing.
Jason smiled as warm fluid gushed into his mouth, almost like clockwork. He felt two sets of lips, one wrapped around his tongue and one around his cock, hum and spasm together. His hands kept her bucking hips in place, his fingers making deep indents in the soft flesh of her soft, bountiful ass. The boy expertly optimized his mother’s orgasm, maintaining firm contact while avoiding her over sensitized clitoris.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
As her mind cleared from another toe-curler, Helen glanced at the clock and realized it was nearly noon. She pulled her mouth free from Jason’s cock, which throbbed in the air angrily, as if peeved at losing its warm home.
“Oh shit, Irene! The lunch date! I have to take this,” she exclaimed, grabbing the phone from Jason’s nightstand.
“Let it ring,” Jason muttered, gently kissing her pleasure nub.
Helen shuddered, “B-baby no… I-I have to talk to her. You have no idea how punctual she is.”
He had some idea. The woman was so attached to the scheduler on her smartphone that she’d even programmed in their illegitimate lovemaking sessions. That said, he had managed to make her late to her afternoon book club a few times in their month-long fling, the boy remembered proudly.
“Hey, Irene! How’s it going?” Helen inquired with the best fake enthusiasm she could muster.
His mother on the phone, Jason decided to knock out one of his other fantasies. Smiling devilishly, he returned his mouth to his new favorite fruit.
“Good to hear, yeah I’m doing GREAT!” Helen yelled, surprised.
Jason laughed evilly as he continued his ministrations.
As Irene babbled on, Helen covered the mouthpiece. Her brow furrowed in ecstasy and worry, she looked back at her son, and mouthed, “No!”
“Yes,” he whispered as his tongue massaged the rough groove on her north wall.
“Hello?” the phone asked the silence.
Helen uncovered the phone, “Oooooofffff… y-yeah I-I’m still… here… ohhhhh nnnoooo… I-I d-didn’t… forget… go on.”
Jason introduced one of his fingers to his newest masterpiece. His tongue lashed her nub while his fingers stroked deep.
“Godddd y-you’re rotten… I-Irene? H-half-and-hour? O-ok… uhhhhhhhhh…”
The phone went ignored as Helen’s conscious abandoned her, consumed by another swiftly approaching climax.
“Sounds good *pause* Helen? *pause* Hello?
“B-baby godddd I- I’m gonna!”Helen whined as back arched and her fingers absent-mindedly wrapped around her son’s ankle.
Jason quickly reached for the phone and snapped the distraction shut, “That’s it, mom. Just let it come.”
“OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!”
The boy winced as he felt his mother’s claws dig into the skin around his ankle. He greedily lapped up her juices as they streamed out of her pussy.
Helen collapsed on her son, panting as resolution overtook her, “I *huff* have to *go.”
She began crawling to the edge of the bed towards the shower when she felt a warm fist grasp her wrist.
“You can’t go yet — I still need relief,” Jason muttered, pointing to his very erect cock.
“I-I’m sorry, honey… but t-there’s no time. It takes you a w-while…”she whispered.
The teen grinned proudly, “I’m glad you think so, but I promise it won’t. Not if we do what I want.”
Before she could ask for clarification, the teen had her on her back and crawled up her body, his knees on either sides of her tummy. Helen gawked at the enormous underside of the tip of his shaft as it pulsated just above her jugular notch.
Jason hungrily grasped his mother’s bra cups and pulled them down, exposing her enormous mammaries and erect, pink nipples. In appreciation, a string of precum trailed down from his pisshole down to her chest. His shaft still covered in sticky lubricant from Helen’s previous affections, the boy gently pressed the ponderous breasts over his cock and began slowly humping.
“Aw yeah, fuck — I’ve always wanted to fuck your amazing tits, mom.”
Speechless, Helen’s face turned bright red at her son’s flagrant vulgarity and depraved sex act. Yet, hypnotized by the massive pikestaff sliding up and down her chest, she found herself desperate for something to fill the emptiness inside her, despite the hours of ecstasy that morning. Her son’s shiny-six pack contracting and relaxing with effort only made the ache within her so much worse.
Already sensitized by nearly an hour of competent knob-gobbling, Jason found himself very near climax as the soft flesh stroked his gliding cock. When his mother unexpectedly nursed the head on one of his forward thrusts, the boy felt his balls tighten and fluid rush up his stovepipe.
Helen suddenly saw a thick rope of white burst forth from the purple head, its contents reaching as far as the headboard, but also soaking the sheets, her face, and her chest. As her son frantically bucked his hips, the dutiful mother closed her eyes and held on for the ride, warm fluid spurting against every aspect of her body. By the time her son’s thrusts had slowed to a stop and his grunts had quieted to labored panting, Helen finally understood just how much the boy’s balls produced in one go — semen coated nearly every square centimeter of her skin and hair and several feet of bed above her head.
Jason rolled over and collapsed beside her, still fighting to catch his breath, “H-holy… shit…”
Again cognizant of the time, Helen quickly wiped as much ejaculate as she could with the sheets, kissed her son on the cheek, and ran towards the bathroom after putting on her robe.
As the sweat and fluids on his body cooled, Jason lay in bed staring at the ceiling fan. He wondered if he was dreaming as he concluded that he’d just made his mother scream and shake again and again on the very bed that she used to make for him when he was younger. When he finally heard the doorbell ring, the boy looked out the window to see his mother walk with Irene to her car.
He smiled as he saw his mother’s restless gait and the subtle way she rubbed her stomach. No matter how many times he or anyone cooled her passions from the outside, Helen Cleaver would never be satisfied while the fire deep inside her raged on.
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“Thanks for the lift, Elizabeth,” Helen turned to her friend after she exited the car.
“Anytime. You sure you’re ok? You seemed pretty out of it through dinner, and Irene told me you were the same way at lunch.”
“Yeah, I’m just tired. Sorry I wasn’t better company.”
“Relax, girl-you know I love hanging out with you.”
“You’re too kind… well, see ya later.”
“Yeah, see ya.” Elizabeth added, dropping her voice, “By the way… if uh… Jason wants to make any more money doing uh… yard work, tell him I’m… looking to hire.”
“Sure,” Helen responded coldly, now aware of why her best friend was so eager to shower her son with money for chores. She jealously began wondering if she had any friends that hadn’t betrayed her.
With the Volkswagen speeding away, Helen began walking to the door. The whole day had been a blur. Whether it had been Irene babbling away over mimosas, she and Elizabeth losing trick after trick in bridge, or mindless gossip over cocktails at Lulu’s Grill, her mind had been largely preoccupied by the monstrous, indefatigable teenage cock at home.
As she stepped inside her house, the ache within her, only intensified by the alcohol she had imbibed, flared desperately. When she saw Paul, she ran to embrace him, hoping he could give her the relief she needed.
“Oh, honey! I’ve missed you so much,” she griped, throwing her arms around him.
Paul gently stroked her hair, “Haha, hey honey, wow I’ve only been gone since this morning. Listen… I’m sorry about last night — I just got really embarrassed in front of my friends and acted like a jerk. I should have taken you home.”
Helen almost wept at the dramatic irony. “It’s ok, baby. I love you… I just… I just need you right now.”
When she quickly put her hands down his pants, he chuckled, “Woah… babe, what has gotten into you? Well, Jason IS out of the house… all right, let your man give you what you need.”
Paul bent down and tried to lift her in his arms, “Ugh… wow, uh yeah you were a lot lighter the last time I tried to do this. Phew… sorry honey… do you mind walking?”
Trying hard not to compare her husband’s muliebrity to the way Jason swept her away, Helen took his hand in hers and led him up the stairs.
Minutes later, Paul was inside her; Helen needed no foreplay, not that her husband was all that dismayed.
“Aw yeah baby how’s that?,” Paul snorted as he rapidly thrust away, his head tucked away in the crook of her neck.
Helen stared at the ceiling, her eyes revealing her abject disappointment, despite the fake vocalizations that periodically left her mouth. She felt nothing. Her son had ruined her for the very man that she had married.
Despite Paul’s admirable effort to right the wrong of the previous day, it was too late to rectify his mistake. The 10-minute hump resulted in a fake orgasm, a few drops in a condom, and an intensification of Helen’s desperate need. When he rolled off her and went to shower, Helen wept as she finally admitted that her husband’s cock was second to their 18 year-old son’s.
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At 2:30 AM, Helen woke to hear the front door slam shut. She looked over to find Paul snoring, fast asleep.
Tying her robe as she descended the stairs, Helen turned into the kitchen to find Jason perusing the refrigerator.
She crossed her arms, “Where were you?”
Peeking out with jar of grape jelly, the boy shrugged, “Hanging with some friends.”
“Give me that… you always make a mess,” Helen groused, grabbing the jar from his hand along with some bread and peanut butter.
“Thanks, mom,” he said kissing her on the cheek.
Dismissing her innate maternal joy at the boy’s gratitude, Helen grumbled, “It’s not fair. You’ve always gotten your way — I should have been stricter. It’s my fault I spoiled you.”
“Oh come on… you’ve always been one of the coolest parents at school, and I didn’t turn out so badly did I? I got a full-ride to a great college to study engineering, didn’t I? I could have never done it without you.”
Damn, the boy was good. As her sandwich making accelerated, Helen started weeping, “And… now, you’re making me do… this awful thing…”
Jason gently embraced his mother from behind, his head resting on her shoulder. He took her dainty, little hands in his larger ones and stopped her. He whispered into his ears, using the most boyish voice possible.
“Do you want to stop? Just say so. I thought you wanted it too. I thought that if we made some amazing memories this summer, we wouldn’t forget each other once were leagues apart. But, if you don’t want this, just say so — I never wanna hurt you, mom. I’m so sorry if I have.”
Her heart nearly breaking at her son’s sweet sentiments, she raised his hands to her lips and kissed them reassuringly, “No! It’s not that… I just… well… I’m afraid this is going to be a permanent thing.”
The boy grinned secretly behind her, knowing that she was absolutely correct, “Nooo, absolutely not! It’s just one box, right? After that, you’ll be exclusive to dad again.”
“Well… that’s the thing… well, we’ve been doing… things that don’t really need… condoms. At this rate, well… it’ll go on, forever, right?”
Jason was smart enough to know the question that she was really asking, “Mom, are you saying you want to do things that’ll require condoms?”
Caught in the act, Helen worked quickly to cover her tracks, “Nono! You’re wrong! I- I- just meant that-”
Jason dropped his hand to her stomach, pressing where the ache was most present, “Shhhh… it’s okay. Nobody’s judging you. Just be honest.”
“No! I- I- can’t…”
“I already know what you want. I just want to hear you say it.”
“I- I-”
“SAY IT.”
“I… want you… inside… me. Please.”
Jason smiled, “In that case, here’s what you need to do.”
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“Have a good day at work, love!” Helen smiled after placing a loving kiss on his lips.
“Thanks, babe! See you tonight!” Paul grinned and drove off.
Once the sedan was out of sight, Helen’s fake smile quickly faded as she walked back inside, deadbolted the door, set the alarm, and headed upstairs, where her real man now waited.
She knocked on at her son’s door, “It’s me.”
“Come in.”
Helen opened the door the find her son laying buck naked in his bed, his erect monstrosity throbbing in the air like an exclamation point. Her pussy flooded and she involuntarily licked her lips.
She made a come hither sign, “Your bed is too small… let’s go to my room.”
Grabbing the now sacred box of condoms, the teen quickly jumped up and joined his mother. He groaned when she playfully grasped his erection, her long nails raking his sensitive glans, to lead him to her marital bed.
Once inside, Helen slammed the bedroom door shut and locked it. She slipped her pink robe off her pale shoulders to reveal that she was also completely naked, and watched in fascination as her son’s now condom-covered shaft somehow thickened and elevated with periodic throbs.
“Jesus, how did you grow so big?” she sighed as the boy approached her.
“I had a beautiful, wonderful, loving mom who took really good care of me,” Jason intoned right before he pressed his lips to hers.
Minutes later, Jason’s pussy-pleaser dug its way through wet, warm softness, its head leading the way to bottom. The teen hungrily suckled at the mommy tits bouncing before his eyes.
“Goddd, a-almost t-there,” Helen pivoted on her son’s muscular pectorals with straightened arms, her hips frantically rolling side to side, trying to work in the enormous dong deeper and deeper towards the source of the itch.
Jason reached around his mother and rested his fingers against her soft buttocks. With one powerful jerk, the boy pulled his mother down all the way onto his cock. The sweet spot within her that had craved contact for a whole day finally met a purple, bulbous head.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH!!!!!!!!”
Helen’s eyes rolled back into her head as a shrill scream tore its way from her throat. With the help of Jason’s clutching hands, the middle-aged beauty voraciously stirred her honeypot with the massive spoon within her. She came so hard that she began to grit her teeth and cry.
“GAHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Jason watched in awe as the woman he’d looked up to for years wailed and wept like a little girl atop him, her face beautifully contorted by the waves of ecstasy racking her body. While the sight would have sent any other teen into climax, the dutiful son maintained control, using his hips and hands to give her the relief she so desperately needed. He relished her whimpers as the ache within her finally dissipated.
When her climax washed away, Helen crumpled onto her son’s hard body, “Oh *huff* my *huff* god *huff* you’re *huff* amazing. I feel like *huff* I’m going to pass out.”
The energized and horny teen had no intention of letting her catch her breath. Reinforcing his grip on her tush, Jason placed his feet on the bed for support and began working his mother from below.
“Jaaaason…”
As the 36-year-old’s vision began blurring from the pleasure, her eyes registered 7:24 AM on the digital clock.
By 9:45 AM, Jason’s endurance was reaching its natural limit. Hypnotized by the large, heart-shaped ass that rippled before him, the teen gingerly drove the full length of his erection into his mother’s dripping socket.
“Ugghhh, mom I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”
“W-wow… so you d-do have a limit… ohhh sweetheart I’m close too…” the tired, sweaty Helen moaned as the ferocity of the boy’s thrusts made her udders swing uncontrollably below her.
Jason kept thrusting and gritted his teeth to keep from coming. With each stroke, the task became more and more difficult.
Eventually, he stopped at his withdrawal stroke, trying to relieve the incredible sensation around his penis. The dripping shaft glistened in the morning sunlight that streamed through the window.
“No-no-no! Pleeeaseeee don’t stop!!” Helen whined, looking back at her son pleadingly.
Always a gentleman, the boy gave her all of what he had. Fortunately, it was just enough to satisfy her.
“Yesssssss. O-Oh g-god baby… you’re gonna make me c-cum AGAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!”
Jason yelled and exploded into the rubber just in time.
At 12:03 PM, with two condoms in the garbage, Jason was on the phone ordering a pizza while Helen succored his naked penis. By the time the delivery man was on the way, the boy had successfully fucked his mother into another climax.
By the time the 4:00 PM alarm started blaring, Helen’s legs were currently were kicked up on her son’s shoulders as he pounded her mercilessly. His balls repeatedly smacked against her ass, which was covered by the creamy result of a day’s worth of climaxes.
“Ohhhhh… honey… you’re so… amazing, but we h-have to… stop,” Helen whimpered softly as she stared into his eyes like a helpless little girl.
Staring back, Jason grunted, somewhat angrily, “I-I know, but I’m *huff* not even close… d-damn it. Ok *huff*I’ll let go *huff* on your next one.”
“Such… a g-good b-boy.”
“I l-love you, mom,” the boy whispered, pressing his lips to hers.
“M-me TOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”
And with the preternatural control that had dominated innumerable women in his short sex-life, Jason Eldridge made his mother scream hoarsely for the last time that day before availing himself of another ball-aching ejaculation.
“God, I could make love to you forever, mom,” the boy said longingly as he withdrew and threw the used condom into the waste basket.
Catatonic and sore, Helen tried not to think about what the day would have been like if the boy’s relentless fucking had continued on into the night. As she felt his kiss and heard him go about cleaning up, she finally summoned the strength to get up.
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As the days flew by, the number of condoms in the box slowly dwindled. In the meanwhile, Jason had taken his mother in virtually every room of the house and in every position. Helen was constantly sore, tired, and, yet, constantly horny.
When the clock turned 4:00 PM on Thursday, Jason had Helen bent over the living room couch and was busy shoving his monster in and out of her slick, inner sanctum. For the last hour or so, the boy had been happily making the woman before him squeal, shudder, squeak, shriek, and scream as he mercilessly worked her in the sweet spots he’d slowly discovered over the week. When he felt his mother spasm through her last climax of the day, the teen reluctantly spurted into the second-to-last condom of the box.
“Well, that leaves just one more,” the boy groused as he withdrew and threw the full condom away.
Now unsupported by her son, Helen collapsed on the chair, her fluids leaking onto the plastic tarp she’d laid down.
“R-really?!” despite her exhaustion, the panic in Helen’s voice revealed her surprise and disappointment.
Jason bent over and kissed his mother’s naked shoulder blade, “Yeah… our arrangement will be up. Well, at least we made some amazing memories.”
“Yeah…”
“Well, hey, let’s make sure we really enjoy ourselves tomorrow. I want our last time to be the most memorable of all,” he intoned as he stood up and stretched.
“W-what about… afterwards?” Helen stood up to face him.
Smiling, Jason stepped close and wrapped his arms around her, causing her breasts to squash into his flat chest, “Well, like you said, it’s just gonna be one box so we can’t ever be together again. It’ll be a little tough, I think. Certainly, I know that it’s going to be impossible for me to stay in control with your delicious body around.”
She blushed, “D-don’t make fun of me…”
“Come on… after this week, I’d have thought you’d know just how badly I want you all the time. You’re so goddamn beautiful, mom — if I weren’t restricted by our arrangement or dad, I’d fuck you all day long, every day of the week,” the teen pressed his still stiff erection into her thighs to make an impression.
Helen gasped. She felt ecstatic at her son’s declaration of his love and dizzy from his lewd, impressive, and yet believable promise. After all, even in the short week they had been together, the boy’s already supernatural stamina had lengthened further.
She unconsciously muttered, “All day… every day…”
Jason smiled, “Yup. So, I guess I might go on a road trip with some pals until the end of the summer or something.”
Her aching heart forced her to blurt out, “No! There’s no need for that! I won’t get to see you after this summer!”
“I know. It’ll kill me too, but I don’t know if I can hold myself back.”
“But… but…” Helen started pouting and then began crying.
Jason grasped her close and began kissing her rapidly on the face, “Shhh… shhh… aww, mom don’t cry. Look, let’s just enjoy tomorrow and we’ll figure it out from there, ok?”
As she sought comfort in the big, strong arms of her handsome son, Helen quietly sobbed, afraid of the future for the first time in a week.
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Helen closed the front door behind her, the feeling in her heart a bittersweet mixture of anticipation longing and dread. She briskly walked into the kitchen, where she found her son readily awaiting her. Without a moment’s thought, she ran into his arms and began laying wet kisses on his face.
“I *kiss* thought that man *kiss* would never *kiss* leave,” she moaned.
“Me too,” Jason responded nibbled on her ear.
Helen groaned softly, “T-take me to bed, my handsome stud.”
Jason easily swept his parent into his strong arms and carried her to his father’s bed. Within minutes, the experienced boy had her naked and dripping on the king-size bed.
Their last rendezvous began exactly in the position where their illicit affair had started; the boy was on his knees, his sheathed erection resting atop its victim’s stomach, while Helen lay on her back with her knees up.
“Ugh… look how deep I touch you, mom. God I’m so going to miss this.”
“M-me too… come inside me” Helen moaned, her eyes filling.
The teen placed the globose cockhead against her dripping snatch, ready for penetration. However, when he pulled back on the condom to adjust it, a tear in the latex caused the condom to separate.
Her womb burning, Helen stared in wide-eyed horror at the throbbing shaft of alternating black rubber and alabaster flesh. This had to be a joke, “What?”
“Damn… how the hell did this happen? Did something cut it?” the boy asked rhetorically, well aware of scissors in his desk that he’d used to sabotage the contraceptive.
Helen stared at him speechlessly as he shucked off the torn remnants of treasured latex.
“Well, guess that’s it then. It was fun while it lasted,” he muttered as he kissed his mother on the cheek before turning around to leave.
As expected, he soon felt a tiny, cool hand clutching his wrist, “W-wait! What about me? I- I- need to. . . to come!”
“Well, that would go against our deal… we agreed on just this one box, right?”
“It- it’s just one m-more. It- it’s not a big deal!”
“Well, ok… don’t blame me afterwards…” Jason chuckled, as he began lowering his mouth to her pussy.
She stopped him with one hand, “N-no, I- I- meant with… your… your…”
“With my what, mom?”
“Your… your… YOUR COCK!”
Jason faked surprise, “Woah… really? Uh… ok… a new arrangement? Well, ok how… many times?”
“W-what?”
“Well, how many condoms should I get? Is it just one more time? Just today? Just one more box?”
Dizzy and sexually frustrated, Helen whined, “I- I- don’t know! Just… please… fuck me!
The teen couldn’t help but smile at his complete domination, “Well, ok if you say so… let me dress up and go to the store.”
“No! J-just go bareback!”
“What?” the teen said, genuinely surprised.
“It- it’s a safe day, so just… go ahead.”
Despite his meticulous plotting, the boy had never expected one of his wildest dreams to come true. The excitement of this new development drove steel into his cock.
All pretenses aside, the boy returned his drooling cock to where it had been before he had initiated his little gambit.
“Here I come mom,” he whispered before slowly pushing his way into her.
Helen’s eyes rolled back into her eye sockets as she felt that familiar, wonderful, and unbelievable sensation of being stretched just before the point of pain. She encouragingly stroked her son’s thighs as he slowly went deeper and deeper into her.
Given how well his plans were going, the boy decided to push his luck. Less than halfway, he quickly withdrew his cock until popped back out, now somewhat shiny from his mother’s juices.
“No-no, don’t stop! Keep going! Pleassee…”
He returned within her, restarting his penetration at an even slower, torturous pace, “I’ve been wondering… if you’re so desperate for it deep, why not ask dad?”
The housewife looked at her spawn with disbelief, “W-what?”
“Well, I was wondering if you’re willing to give up so much just for a deep fucking, how come you don’t just ask your husband to do it for you?”
Helen was furious, “How dare you? I’m not going to answer a question like that.”
The boy only smiled in response as he paused his insertion and began evacuating.
“No!” she whined.
Still withdrawing, the cocky teen asserted, “If you want me, you’re gonna have to be honest.”
“D-damn you… I… I… have! He just can’t… do it!”
Jason paused, maintaining his current depth, “Why not?”
“No! Pleaaaase… please don’t make me…” the conflicted housewife moaned as tears ran down her face.
The teen began massaging her pleasure nub, his cock not moving a centimeter.
The need to intense, Helen finally snapped, “IT’S BECAUSE HIS COCK IS TOO SMALL AND HE CAN’T FUCK WORTH SHIT. I FEEL NOTHING WITH HIM ANYMORE. I CAN ONLY COME WITH YOUR BIG COCK.”
“That’s all I wanted to hear,” Jason said, forcefully driving his cock all the way inside her.
Helen screamed as the anger and guilt within her was washed away by the cool relief of an intense, epileptic orgasm.
For the next three hours, the teenage stud fucked his mother with unprecedented vigor and ferocity as the primal drive to impregnating a mate overtook him for the first time in his life. Sweat poured off his glistening, taut muscles and the boy grunted like an animal as he plowed his partner’s sacred garden implacably. Helen only had seconds during her brief resolution phase after a climax to feel incredible anger at her son for his ploy and incredible guilt at herself for betraying her husband. Before long, her body began trembling and her consciousness faded as she was lost in the youth’s obdurate passion.
Finally, the teen gritted his teeth as his orgasm inevitably approached, “Arrghhhh… I can’t hold on… gonna come inside you!”
Helen’s long nails dug into his shoulders as she held on, “Oh g-god m-me too!”
“AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
Jason’s urethra yawned as a massive stream of baby batter shot against the pink, slimy ring before it. He yelled obscenely as he nailed his lover to the bed.
As an unprecedented orgasm overtook her, Helen’s mouth popped open, but no sound came out. Although her eyes were wide-open, she saw nothing but big pink hearts as she grunted and spasmed. The fire in her womb seemed to be completely smothered by the seemingly gallon of thick, creamy fluid that filled her passageway.
When his three-minute orgasm finally concluded, the teen fell back on the bed beside his mother, his withdrawal leading to a large amount of his and her cum to spurt out and pool onto the bed.
The tumult in her mind long forgotten, Helen reached out to hold her son’s hand as they both tried to catch their breath.
Before long, Jason was again atop her, folding her legs into his shoulders in his favorite attack position. His still rock-solid erection hungrily waiting right outside her love muscle, the boy looked his mother directly in the eye, and spoke from the heart.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you, but I need you badly, mom. I love you so much and I need you, and nobody else can have you. Not even dad. I need to know that you’re mine.”
“I- I’m yours. I love you too baby — you’re my man. God I can’t believe how horny I still am.”
“Good, cause I’m nowhere close to being done. I’m going to fuck you long as possible and fill you up.”
Just before his glans dove towards one of the spots within Helen Cleaver that’d have her screaming in a few minutes, the boy declared, “I’ll make sure there isn’t even any room for him.”
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On Monday morning, Paul noticed that his wife’s loving morning ritual had an undercurrent of impatient irritation. Sure, she had made him breakfast and was now walking with him to his car, but there was something automatic, something perfunctory about her behavior that made him feel like he was not wanted in the house.
When she planted her traditional kiss after the engine started up, he couldn’t help but voice his concerns, “Babe, are you ok? I don’t have to go to work today if something’s up…”
“No!” Helen snapped. Softening her words, she added, “I- I’m great honey… just don’t be late to work on my account.”
“Ok… if you’re sure.”
“Yeah, bye-bye, now!”
His “I love you” getting no response from his wife, who bolted back to the house, Paul forlornly began the long drive to work. He tried to dismiss the sick feeling in his stomach, assuring himself that he was just being oversensitive and that his longtime wife was madly in love with him. When the inevitable notion of a possible affair entered his mind, he brushed it off, convincing himself that his loving, loyal son would have told him anything unusual about his mother’s behavior.
He only partially succeeded. It would have been easier had his wife not been acting so strangely the past week or so. Whenever he got home, she had seemed tired, disinterested, and often stared off into space, as if daydreaming about something wonderful. His attempts at lovemaking, increased in frequency since their fight the previous weekend, were all rebuffed with various weak excuses; in the 20 years of their marriage, he couldn’t remember a single time Helen had said no. This observation had been extra puzzling given that his wife dressed more provocatively than ever before.
Her strange behavior had alerted him to other oddities around the house — for some reason, their bedroom seemed to have been turned over every single day and the smell of some strange, musky air freshener pervaded every single room in the house. The family seemed to eat take out or delivery nearly every night and the fridge was empty; in fact, outside of a series of unusually bland breakfasts, Helen seemed to have stopped cooking altogether.
Initially, he had ascribed her inattention to some event or occasion with her girlfriends, but last Thursday, Virginia Bundy had approached him in the grocery store inquiring about Helen’s well-being; apparently, she had not shown up to their regular get-togethers in days .
He temporarily achieved peace when he had concluded that she had been spending all her time mothering their 18-year old son. Always an overzealous parent, Helen probably tried to maximize their time together before he left for college. Paul had chuckled, pitying the poor boy.
“Kid must have been miserable all week with so much attention. Oh well, mothers and their sons…”
However, his relief had retransformed into confusion when he had arrived home Friday night to find no trace of his wife or son except a hastily scrawled note pinned to the refrigerator. The note explained that the pair was driving to the family cabin on Lake Michigan in order to go to an “alumni event”, and would return Sunday night. What alumni event? Why hadn’t he heard of this before?
Hungry for an explanation, he’d tried Helen and Jason’s cellphones for hours to no avail. Finally, as he sipped his third glass of whiskey that night, he called the cabin’s landline. After reaching the answering machine twice, he began to confirm that his family was lying to him. On the third time, however, somebody picked up.
“H-hello?”
Paul was immediately relieved to hear the familiar voice of his wife on the line.
“It’s me babe. Where are you? What’s going on? How come you guys haven’t been picking up?” his voice quivered with the burden of a thousand worries.
No response. All he heard was a rhythmic knocking and a strangely wet sound punctuated by distant, panicked, female whispers and perhaps a male chuckle, “Sweetie noooo…”
“Helen? Baby?”
“U-uh hey hon… l-listen let me c-call you back in a f-few hours. SORRY!”
Paul tore the phone away as his wife’s shriek pierced his ears. When he returned the device to his ear, only a dial tone was present.
He tried calling back a few more times, but he directly went to voicemail — the phone had been disconnected altogether. For the next few hours, he returned to the comforts of Glenfiddich, his attention focused on the silent cellphone on the desk. He fell asleep waiting.
He woke up to his jazzy ringtone on Saturday at 10:30 — it was Helen’s cellphone.
“Hello?”
“Hey babe, sorry again about yesterday — we were stupid and let our cellphone charges go out, and that damn cabin phone just won’t work. And sorry about leaving on such short notice, but Jason just got the call and I didn’t want him to miss any important information.”
Despite the significant holes in the story, Paul’s relief at hearing his wife’s voice and coming to some explanation blinded the poor fool, “It’s ok! Let me come up there — I want to see you two.”
“NO!” Helen almost shouted. “We… we’re already here at the event… it’d be a waste of time. You just enjoy your weekend.”
“But I should be there for him! I’m his father.”
Helen curtly responded, “Look, if we’re being honest, I’m almost certain he doesn’t want you here. You know how college kids are…”
“But… but you’re up there!”
His wife sighed as if irritated, “Yeah well it’s different with me. Just enjoy your weekend honey — we’ll be back tomorrow evening.”
Paul heard the distant voice of his son, “Ready mom?”
“Oh god yes sweetie,” Helen said in a voice he’d never heard before with her hand on the phone. Returning to full volume, she briskly intoned, “Well, we have to go, babe! See you tomorrow! Love ya!”
Paul said “I love you too” to nobody and put the phone down. He called up some of his friends and tried to take his mind off the situation.
When his family returned the next night, he joyously approached to greet them, but mother and son coyly giggled and laughed, as if party to a million different inside jokes.
“Hey you guys, I’m so happy to see you. I was pretty worried.”
Jason smirked, “Hey dad — you should stop worrying about such SMALL matters.”
Shocked, Helen laughed and playfully smacked his arm, “Pumpkin… don’t make fun of your dad… not everybody is as BIG-hearted as you.”
Paul chuckled, trying to understand what they were talking about, but his reaction only made the two of them laugh harder.
He tried to change the subject, “So how was the event? Learn anything useful?”
Jason smiled and approached his father, his extra height towering imposingly, “Yeah… that’s what we wanted to talk to you about, dad. There’s a fantastic early-start program at college that’d help ease the transition between high school and college. I want to go — it’s not too expensive, and it’ll be good for me.”
Always supportive of his son’s academic future, Paul laughed warmly, “Of course, son! That sounds like a great idea!”
Helen interjected, “I’m going with him.”
“Woah, what? Why?”
“He needs help setting up shop, and I want to spend as much time with my baby before he leaves the nest,” Helen stated, wrapping her arms around Jason’s left arm.
“I donno…”
“Come on dad… I’m gonna do better in school if I have a nice, easy transition… and mom’s the best stress relief there is.”
From the way his son and wife gazed at each other smilingly, Paul realized that he’d walked in on another inside joke. Despite the huge reservations in his gut, his paternal instincts overcame him.
“Uh… okay, it’s just one month after all.”
“Yes!” both mother and son exclaimed.
Expecting an overjoyed embrace, Paul was disappointed as he watched the two hold each other and share their joy.
Paul’s concerns were significantly ameliorated Sunday night, however, when Helen jumped him in bed. As he went to put on a condom, his wife stopped him.
“No… I want to feel you naked inside me.”
He chuckled, “Wha-? Are you s-sure?”
“Yeah… it’s a safe day. And besides, would it be so bad if we had another little miracle?”
“Woah, are you serious, Helen?”
“Yeah! What’s so crazy about that? After all, I’m not too old, and Jason IS leaving the house — it’s going to be really empty without him.”
“I guess…”
“Don’t worry so much silly… just come into me.”
Ecstatic to receive his wife’s first genuine motion of affection in about a week, Paul brushed his misgivings away as he entered her.
While tumult racked Paul’s mind that Monday morning, his wife and son were having a little tumult of their own.
“Ohhhh… y-you’re doing so good sweetie… h-how do you know exactly where to touch me?”
“Cause we were made for each other. Damn it, I can’t believe I let the fucker put his hands on you yesterday.”
Jason grunted angrily as he stood at the edge of his father’s desk, rapidly laying into his spread-eagle mother.
Helen gently cupped his face, “Awww… sweetie, I had to do it. How else are we going to explain our baby?”
“We… we shouldn’t have to. Damn it mom I could take care of you…”
“I’m proud of you for trying to take the responsibility, honey, but let’s be honest. You’re a college student and I don’t have a job — our baby needs a lot of help.”
“Yeah…”
She stroked his face, “And say what you will about that man, but he’s great at raising kids. After all, he raised you, didn’t he?”
“I-I know, but… the thought of that loser putting his hands on my woman…”
Although pleased at his jealously, Helen reassured him, “Well, it doesn’t matter — he did nothing for me, and I was thinking of my handsome son the whole time… that and our weekend at the cabin.”
Jason’s anger began dissipating as he remembered the non-stop fucking that weekend. It was a good thing that the cabin was alone on a steep cliff; otherwise, his mother’s constant screaming would have surely brought the police to their doorstep. His balls ached even this morning, bruised from the production of what seemed like pints of jism that had entered Helen’s womb, stomach, and even her rectum.
“Oh g-god, baby… you’re gonna make m-mommy cum a-again!”
The rancor within the teen evaporated as Helen Cleaver reminded him whose name she had howled over and over again that weekend.
“JAAAAAAAAAAAASONNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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“Hey dude, where’s Jason? We’re gonna be late to that frat party.”
“I donno… probably fucking some broad. Goddamn that dude gets so much tail.”
“Nah — no way. His mom’s visiting this weekend.”
“Yeah, well, his mom visits every weekend. Hasn’t stopped him before.”
“What? You’re telling me a pregnant lady flies thousands of miles every Friday or something?”
“Nah bro his family moved to SF last month — apparently she gave his dad so much shit that the guy finally transferred. Talk about whipped.”
“Jeez, I feel bad for Jason… like cut the cord already.”
“You’d think so, right? But, he’s always excited when she’s in town.”
“Also, damn they’re loaded if they can just move to SF in a heartbeat.”
“Not really, his dad’s just a pushover. How else does a college student skip on cheap on-campus housing for an apartment?”
“No, no that’s not it. Shit, didn’t you hear dude? Bro got in a ton of trouble over the summer in student housing — apparently there’d be noises of women screaming all day and night and shit. Some charge of decency and disruption or something.”
“Woah.”
“Yeah. Our buddy’s definitely a cocksman.”
“Damn… how the fuck does a momma’s boy like that lay so much pipe?”
“Hahaha who the fuck knows what happens in those small Midwestern towns? Maybe she showed him the way.”
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