"Umm, Troy…"
Gwen awoke, smiling because of a delicious horny dream, stretching lazily in the morning sunshine that cascaded over her nude pliant body.
The bedsheets were a rumpled mass at the foot of the bed. She groaned then smiled at the sight of that tangle of sheets. Wow, what a dream she'd been having.
As she drifted awake, the details of the dream came back to her. It had been about Troy. About his young prick, all hard and swollen and pumping into her and making her come and come… she could feel her cunt creaming, just at the thought.
She yawned, blushing in a pang of guilty pleasure. Imagine, having a dream like that about her own son!
The she froze in mid-yawn as memory flooded fully into her.
It hadn't been a dream at all.
It had really happened!
Realization struck her like a blow. In a sudden burst of shame, she twisted around to face the other side of the bed.
Troy was gone. She was alone.
But he'd been there, and that was enough.
Wide awake now, Gwen vividly remembered the entire scene. Her blush deepened to scarlet as every detail returned, as real and clear as if it had only happened a moment ago.
She'd really done it. She'd seduced her own son! Humiliation surged through her, and she slumped back, staring at the ceiling in mortification, feeling tears spring up. "Oh my God, oh no…"
But even as remorse hit her full force, the image of Troy's beautiful prick sent an ache through her cunt. She knew that what had happened was an accident. In trying to make a new life far herself, she'd stirred up too many old emotions, and the appearance of Troy's stiff young pecker had simply been too tantalizing to ignore. He was her son, but for a moment he'd been much more. That was all. And nothing like it would ever happen again. Not ever.
But, as she finally rose and dressed, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of uncertainty at the warm hungry glow deep in her pussy. The feel of Troy's prick was still there, too persistent to deny. As she went about her morning's activities, glad he wasn't home and that she didn't have to face him again just yet, she could feel that cunt-tingling warmth spreading relentlessly through her as if her entire body was still vibrating from the hard thrusts of his cock.
Trying hard to ignore those vibrations, she went downstairs.
The kitchen table was cluttered with breakfast dishes, and she had to smile. Troy was such a typical teenage boy, always leaving a mess wherever he went. More than likely he'd been in a hurry to stop in at one of his friend's homes, and hadn't taken the time to clean up.
As she cleared the table, Gwen smiled. She didn't mind her son's messes. In fact, she enjoyed cleaning up after him. Besides, he was always on the go throughout the weekends. Running in and out unexpectedly, always going to do something with Randy or Phil or… A sudden chill went through her. He wouldn't tell anybody what happened, would he?
In the midst of preparing her own breakfast of toast and coffee, Gwen shuddered. She knew how boys liked to talk, especially when they could brag – "Hey guys, guess who I screwed last night? My own Mom!"
Gad, she could hear it now!
Her face burning with humiliation, she tried to eat her meal as if this were any ordinary Saturday morning.
Forcing down her toast, she had to admit the one awful lesson of last night's experience: it could never, ever happen again! The mere idea of a mother fucking her own son was sick and disgusting, degrading. She couldn't allow it to go further, no matter how horny the thought of his luscious big prick made her.
But… what if Troy didn't want to stop?
The results of her escapade seemed to pile in on her in a jumble of new problems, one building on top of another. And through it all, that deep rich glow in her cunt didn't ease a bit.
As she finished washing the last of the breakfast dishes, the back door slammed open and Troy burst in.
"Ah, Mom."
Standing in the center of the kitchen, he was dripping wet and grinning from ear to ear.
Gwen didn't know how to react. Her son's sudden arrival caught her by surprise, and she felt herself blushing all over again.
But his smiling expression and steady gaze beneath soaked plastered hair was without even a flicker of memory at what had happened last night, and she relaxed enough to talk.
"Troy King, what on earth have you been up to?"
Wearing nothing but a pair of sopping cut-off jeans, he shrugged. His broad young shoulders glistened, and beads of water trickled on his chest.
"Oh, nothing much. They filled up the municipal pool yesterday, and some of us guys climbed over the fence and got a free swim! That's why I had to leave early. If you stay too late, they'll catch you."
"Troy!" Gwen's eyes went wide with motherly concern. "You could've been arrested for pulling a stunt like that! And it's not summer yet, young man! With only three weeks of school left, I don't want you catching a cold and – oh, go dry yourself off before… No, I don't want you tracking up the whole house like that. I'll get some towels, and you stand right there. And don't think you've heard the last of this!"
Drying her hands on a damp dishtowel, she hurried through the living room to the bathroom and came back with a couple of towels. She handed one to Troy and took the other herself, sweeping it over his back as he bent to do his legs.
"It's okay, Mom," he said, trying to soothe her. "Nobody was there, and they wouldn't have cared. I could be a lifeguard this summer if I want to, and I could get in lots of swimming and get paid for it!"
"Well," she said, managing to keep her tone from sounding scolding, "that doesn't give you the right to go climbing fences and sneaking onto private property, does it? I… I have half a mind to punish you for this…"
At the moment, punishment was the furthest thing from Gwen's mind. As she guided the towel over her son's smooth skin, that now-familiar vibration was soaring through her more strongly than ever. Despite all her determination, she felt her cunt creaming wildly as the towel rolled with loving care over Troy's back and shoulders.
He grinned. "How'd you sleep, Mom? Good?"
"Never you mind about that," Gwen said sternly, feeling herself wilt. The towel in her hand dropped tentatively over Troy's denim-clad asscheeks. "You… you'd better get out of this wet thing, before you come down with pneumonia. I won't have you getting sick this close to graduation. You heard me, young man. Peel!"
Troy met her gaze, and she felt her face burn in mixed lust and embarrassment as his grin widened. "Okay, Mom. Anything you say."
Unfastening the cut-offs, he squirmed out of them and let them fall in a wet heap on the floor.
Gwen felt juice gush from her cunt at the sight of his taut young asscheeks. Smooth and slender and muscular, his asscheeks rippled as she toweled them dry, paying equal attention to each firm globe.
But, even as she went through those motions, her concentration was fully on Troy's wet limp pecker. Glistening and dangling from its lightly clad nest of fur, his cock bobbled enticingly.
He noticed her stare and casually tossed his own towel aside. "My towel's too wet already," he explained quickly. "You want to finish me?"
"I…" Gwen couldn't seem to make herself say no. The nearness of his thick dripping prick brought back all the hunger she'd sworn not to feel, and her pussy was melting with an insatiable appetite for more. She gave in. "Oh, all right. If that's the only way I can keep you happy."
Moving around to face him, she let the towel drift down between his thighs.
The first touch of his flopping cock sent an electric current through her cunt. Pussy juice oozed forth as she rolled and kneaded the limp dick beneath her fingers. She felt her sop's cock stirring to life.
Gwen gasped, turned on more than ever by the feel of his cock hardening in her hand. But this wasn't just any cock. This was her son's cock, her son's pumping, fucking, cunt-filling prick, the same prick that had driven her to unbelievable bliss just last night.
Giddy with excitement, she abruptly sank to her knees and went to work with both hands, the towel between his thighs and bringing it up to his balls. Practically hairless, his balls looked like a pair of delicate robin's eggs encased in a wrinkled sack. The temptation was suddenly unendurable. She leaned forward, placing her lips lightly to each tender ball, her tongue darting wetly over them.
Delighted, he groaned as his cock leaped up even stiffer, brushing against her cheek.
Breathing heavily, Gwen smiled up at him. "Well, they do say that nothing cures like a mother's kiss, don't they? And we do want to keep you healthy."
Troy gave her a twisted grin of lust. "Yeah, I feel real healthy now. But you don't want to miss the most important part, do you? Kiss me again, Mom. Kiss me where it counts."
His hands dropped to tangle in her hair, and she found herself facing his rigid cock. Drunk with arousal, she laughed. "Why, what on earth do you mean, Troy? Do you mean this?"
Bringing the towel up in her hands, she held his throbbing prick and glided the fluffy material back and forth.
Cunt cream stained the crotch of her slacks. Gwen eased her stretched lips back and forth over her son's prick in a fucking motion, taking it down her throat like a long fat stick of candy. She sucked greedily on his prick, drawing back to glide her tongue over his cockhead and then sliding forward once more until her mouth pressed against his damp mat of cock fur and his sagging balls bumped against her chin.
"Oh fuck…"
Troy groaned, staring delightedly as the whole length of his pecker vanished between his mother's lips and came out slick with her saliva. He could feel his jism building to eruption in his balls. They tingled and tightened warningly, making him blurt out his need in a horse voice.
"Eat it! Eat my cock real good, Mom! Oh shit, that feels great, suck it and make me come in your mouth – yeah, faster, do it faster, uhh, uhh…"
Totally aware of the reaction she was creating, Gwen obeyed his instructions to the letter. Her lips clamped on his sweet prick like a vise. She began to suck voraciously for the load of tangy cream she knew churned within his balls. With one hand clutching his delectable balls and the other holding tight to his ass, she bobbed her head even faster, increasing the friction over his prick and greedily gasping for the nectar that rippled from his shaft.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm."
Troy knew he couldn't hold back another moment. His prick pounded in and out of his mom's mouth, fucking her in short spasmodic jerks as he grasped her long hair and grunted in approaching release.
"Do it faster! Oh, fucking shit faster, that's it! Make me come real hard, so I can shoot all my jizz into your mouth! Suck me! Suck me like – oh, oh fuck, fu-u-u-h-h-h!"
His explosion came in a series of violent shudders. He rammed his prick to its hilt between her tight lips as blast after blast of cum tore from his throbbing cock.
"Ccccuuuummmm…" Globs of hot cream flooded Gwen's mouth, the overflow drooling across her lips. She gulped again and again, taking each surge of gushing fluid and sucking on his reddened prick for more so that not a drop escaped. At last he slumped back with a last trembling twitch and gave a drained happy chuckle.
"Oh shit. Oh fucking shit that was good…"
Pulling back with a gasp and licking her lips to catch the little trail of jism that had slid down her chin, Gwen let his prick slide free.
He collapsed, grinning, into a kitchen chair, his inflamed prick slowly shrinking. "Wow, that was really something! It was… oh shit, it was great! You sure know how to cure anything!"
Pleased at his admiration and unable to stop what she'd begun, Gwen gave a husky laugh and rose. "Well, it's a mother's duty to look after her son, isn't it? Now you're nice and dry, but look how wet you've made me!"
Suddenly she grabbed Troy's hand and shoved it between her greased thighs, letting him feel the wetness that spread there.
He laughed, boldly gliding his fingers along the damp stained crotch of her slacks and enjoying the little hiss of delight that escaped her. "Hey, you really are wet! All hot and oozy… Want me to dry you off too?"
Gasping at the stroking touch of his fingers, she managed a sensuous smile. "I – ahh – I don't think that's possible, with the kind of wetness I've got. But it certainly wouldn't hurt to give it a try, would it? You just might be able to make me feel better, at least!"
Troy nodded as his mother deftly began to unbutton her blouse. He watched avidly, gliding his fingers along her crotch until they were slick and sticky with wetness. She shrugged out of the blouse and quickly discarded her bra.
The sight of his mom's huge quivering tits had his cock instantly tugging with renewed life. His hands shot up to explore her big jutting tits as she stooped to wiggle from the confines of her slacks and panties.
She giggled throatily as he kneaded her oversized tits, cupping their dangling hugeness and tweaking her spiked nipples in an inquisitive milking motion. "Umm, that's good, but I don't think a normal growing boy is supposed to play with his mother's tits, is he?"
Grinning even wider at her teasing tone, Troy watched her enormous nipples stiffen and stand out. "He sure as hell does if his mom's got tits like these, I'll bet! They're not exactly the normal tits you see in pictures either, you know."
Stepping out of her slacks, Gwen sighed as he brought her sensitive nipples to soaring hardness, making them ache. Then, with the last of her clothing discarded in a heap on the floor, she reached down and hurriedly took his flopping prick between thumb and forefinger, testing it with a business-like squeeze.
"Ahhh," she cooed as his cock rose up to her touch, expanding with slow steady determination to full stiffness once more. "I-I suppose it isn't too wicked when a mother has a son with a pecker as abnormal as this! But I'm afraid it isn't quite hard enough yet for what I had in mind. Maybe it would help if I gave you an even better taste of my titties. Like this."
Moving forward so that she straddled him, Gwen lowered herself onto his bulging prick and pushed her tits at him as a blatant offering, pushing her rigid dark-pink nipples at Troy's mouth.
He began to suck on the hard bud, sliding his tongue across her nipple and drawing the whole enormous halo of her nipple into his mouth.
"Oh, baby, yesss!" she urged, pushing her tit at her son's face. Wiggling on Troy's thighs and pushing her dark-matted cunt mound against his downy cock fur in a mingling embrace, she rode in a luxurious humping motion on his stiff cock, making its length slither along her pussy crevice and dig upward for the comforting hot tightness of her fuckhole.
"Mmmmmm…" Troy groaned in approval of her teasing fuck-rhythm, noisily slurping at her big tit and cupping her firm rounded ass to increase her undulations.
"That's my baby," she moaned, completely enmeshed in the horny sensuality that her teenage son aroused in her. "Suck on my titties nice and hard just the way I did your pecker. Make my cunt nice and moist and slippery so I can do justice to this scrumptious big cock of yours. You're just going to have to plug me up, I'm afraid. And to plug me up, you've got to be nice and stiff."
Cooing in anticipation, she gyrated in a circular motion on his prick, purposely torturing herself as his cock stood up in full blossoming stiffness to wedge deep in her pussy cleavage, the veined rigid length throbbing against her clit and driving her to a frothing frenzy.
"Oh, my God, that's so nice!" she panted, surging on his prick with overwhelming need. "Give it to me, darling! Suck my tits until I can't stand it – yes, yes, baby! Eat my titties and make your pecker big and hard so it can fuck me nice… ahhhh!"
Switching from one nipple to the other, Troy groaned deep in his throat and twisted up off the chair, his cock at full attention and painfully thrusting up for the richly-bushed twat that creamed over his prick. His teeth nibbled on her nipples until they hurt in a way that had her reeling with joy. His fingernails dug into her soft ass flesh as he pushed his prick up, trying frantically to bury it in her cunt.
Suddenly Gwen could no longer hold back. Rising tautly before him, she reached down and grabbed his weaving dick with a determined grasp, drawing its purpled head to the entrance of her cunt and lowering herself onto it.
"Annnnhhhh!"
Crying out as his prickhead sank home, she screwed herself down on his magnificent cock until it vanished totally inside her, filling her pussy completely. She was more bloated with cock than she'd ever been in her life. Not even her late husband had had a prick to match Troy's beautiful shaft. As she settled firmly on Troy's lap, she sobbed with the first wrenching pangs of bliss.
"Baby, you're doing it! You're fucking me and making me come! Oh, Troy, that's right! Move it around inside me and fuck me nice! Now, honey, now! Yesssss!"
Troy heaved up, hammering his cock to the hilt in his mom's velvety cunt. She began to bounce up and down, driving herself onto his hard swollen cock in frenzied release as her pussy exploded with orgasm.
"Ahh – ahh – God it's good! Fuck me hard! Oh, your pecker's so sweet, so swee-e-e-et! Come, come, unnnnh!"
Absorbed in her fucking, Gwen bucked with frantic glee on her son's rigid prick. No longer inhibited by even the slightest twinge of remorse, she slammed mercilessly down to take every inch of his huge fucking prick as climax after climax goaded her on. Soon her body shuddered and her tits flopped heedlessly against his face.
"Take it!" he grunted, clutching tightly to her pounding asscheeks and arching up to shove his cock into her cunt. "Fuck my pecker like last night! Oh, fucking shit, your pussy's so good Mom! Make me come in your pussy again! Yeah, yeah!"
Sobbing, Gwen lunged down, her ass smacking loudly against her son's thighs and her cunt sucking with sweet greedy noises at his soaked prick.
Pumping with all her might, she slammed her cunt relentlessly on his lovely fucking cock, reaming her cunt with twisting fury that soon had her cries rising to near-screams. She felt Troy's body tensing under her for the final eruption. He groaned, surging off the chair to meet her plunging pussy until culmination blasted through them both. Gwen screamed as the first geyser of cockjuice spurted into her.
"Aaaannnnhhhh!"
Writhing in ecstasy, she seesawed on Troy's lap, crying out as each load of cream tore into her melting cunt, filling it with new slushy heat.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh…"
At last his body sank weakly beneath her and his cock rolled wet and emptied out of her twat.
At last, whimpering joyfully, she collapsed atop him, lolling with drunken bliss against his hard body.
"Oh, Mom…" he croaked, clinging to her. "That was even better than last night. You… you're the best fuck in the world!"
Purring happily into the hollow of his neck, she laughed. "Ummm… that's because I have more to work with than most women! After… uh, after all, I've got the best cock to fuck!"
Grinning proudly, Troy ran his fingers through his mother's hair. "Good. That means we're just right for fucking each other. So we don't ever have to stop, do we?"
Too enraptured at the feel of cum leaking from her cunt, Gwen answered without thinking: "Not ever, dear. Not… umm… ever."
It was only later, as Troy slipped from beneath her and triumphantly went upstairs to shower, that she recalled those ominous words.