Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2012 18:20:48 +0000 From: william michael Subject: A Most Unusual Boy The usual nifty caveats apply. If you enjoy these stories consider making a donation to keep the site open. A Most Unusual Boy Anthony McDonald sat at the kitchen table eating his breakfast. He had a serious look on his face as he slowly chewed a mouthful of cereal. It wasn't unusual for him to have this look but it was usually while he was reading a book or working on a lesson. His mother sat across the table from him and was watching, as she so often did. Finally she spoke. "Is there something the matter, dear?" He shook his head in the negative. Anthony didn't speak much although he thought a great deal. Anthony was an unusual boy. He just recently turned thirteen but he was already over six feet three inches tall and weighed in the neighborhood of two hundred and twenty five pounds. He spoke little and said nothing in the presence of strangers which was pretty much everyone besides his mother. But he wasn't stupid, far from it. He was being home schooled by this mother and he was already working on material that a top tier high school junior would be confronting. He was simply lacking in social skills and any propensity for verbal communication. "Anthony, sweetheart. I know that look. You're thinking hard about something so tell me what it is." The one other thing he couldn't do was refuse his mother so he put his spoon down and looked across the table and said, "Remember when I was studying biology?" "Yes, dear." "Human reproduction?" "Yes, dear." "The difference between male and female." "Yes, dear." This was something else he did. When he had to talk it almost always involved short, clipped single sentences. The rest of the time it was one word. "Erections?" "Yes, dear," his mother said, remaining steadfast as the result of much experience. "I'm getting them." "Oh, well, sweetheart, that's to be expected. You're at that age, you're certainly grown enough. Why all the thought?" "They hurt." "Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that, dear." "The books didn't say anything about that." "Yes, I guess they didn't," she replied kindly. "I suppose they were more concerned with explaining the mechanics of how it happens and why. You remember why, don't you?" she asked, not really needing to because she knew he never forgot anything. He nodded. "Does it hurt for long?" "Sometimes." "When does it happen? she asked. "Mornings, sometimes at night." "Okay. Now, I'm going to explain some things to you that most mother's might not, but I think you need to understand," she said. Anthony's mother had studied education in college and in fact had a master's degree. She had earned it while she was raising Anthony. His father had died in an industrial accident before he was born. The life insurance and settlement of the lawsuit allowed her to raise the boy under modest circumstances but still quite liveable. As it became clear that he was an unusual child she did what she could to apply modern education theory as well as a healthy dose of common sense. She figured the latter was required in this case. "Dear, there is something that you can do to relieve the discomfort that your feeling. It's called masturbating. Are you familiar with it?" she asked. "No." "No, I guess not. Do you recall from your biology work how the sperm cells are released to be able to get to the egg?" she asked matter of factly. Anthony thought for a bit and then said, "Stimulation." "Correct. So in this case you supply the stimulation, cause the release and the erection and the discomfort goes away," she explained. The boy frowned a bit as he considered this. The he looked across at his mother, his expression questioning. "You use your hand, dear." He nodded once and then went back to eating his cereal. His mother watched him, her thoughts churning despite her calm exterior. She had had worries about how this phase of his life was going to unfold, or if it even would. Apparently the physical aspect of it was more or less normal. How the rest would proceed was another question. The remainder of the day passed as they always did. Anthony spent most of the day with his books and his computer, studying, completing exercises and assignments and then heading outside for two hours of physical activity. His mom knew he needed the exercise and considering his rapid growth, had concerns about his health should he simply remain inside all day. There was a basket ball hoop where he shoot dozens of baskets. There was a series of exercise stations where he would do one activity after another in rapid succession. There was also an exercise bike set up where he spent half an hour pedaling along, his mind deep in thought. Then there was dinner and after that time spent on leisure reading, exploring the internet or working at some sort of puzzle or other. Finally it was time for bed. Nothing further had been said about the subject of painful erections or masturbation, but his mom knew it wasn't forgotten. She kissed him on the forehead good night and he walked down the hall to his room, the door clicking closed. She smiled slightly to herself and went back to reading her book. About half an hour later her head came up at the sound of a door opening so she saw Anthony when he stepped out into the hall and her eyes got very wide. Walking towards her was her son, completely naked, sporting an enormous erection, his face a mask of concern. His mother had always tried to deal with any of his peculiarities with calm and aplomb. She was really having to struggle to maintain that attitude now. "Anthony, what are you doing, dear?" "It's not working." "What's not working?" she said, as he came to stand less than five feet away from her. Apparently, none of his books ever mentioned that it wasn't proper to be naked with an erection in close proximity to your mother, and no one had ever mentioned it before so there he was. Trying, with only marginal success, to maintain eye contact with the boy, she said, "What's not working, dear?" "Stimulation. It hurts." "What hurts, dear? Your erection or the stimulation?" she asked. "Both." "Hmm, I see," she said, not believing what she was going to ask next. "How are you doing it?" He took hold of his shaft in both hands and began tugging on it vigorously. His mother winced at the sight and then said, "No, stop, sweetheart, you're going to hurt yourself." "I know." "Try using just one hand, don't squeeze so hard and go slowly. Be gentle." He thought about this for a minute, took the hand that was lower on the shaft away and began to slowly move his hand on the thick shaft. His mother nodded and asked, "Better?" "Yes." "You might want to try some of the hand lotion that is on the sink in the bathroom. Just spread some around and then do what you were just doing." "Okay." With that he turned around and headed back down the hall, first stopping in the bathroom and then coming out, his fat erection leading he way, across to his bedroom. When the door closed she let out a breath and shook her head. Some twenty minutes later she thought she heard noises coming from his room, like someone bouncing on a mattress and some grunting. Another lesson learned. As usual, she awoke around six thirty the next morning and as she passed Anthony's room she heard the tell tale signs that he was awake and tending to another erection. She smiled slightly and then walked into the bathroom for her morning shower. While she was happy that her son's problem had been dealt with, the revelation of the evening before was now foremost in her mind. The boy was only barely into puberty, less than a year, certainly, and his endowment was the biggest she had ever seen. And it was most likely to get bigger. As she disrobed and got into the shower it occurred to her that it had been years since she had seen any kind of erection in person, not since her husband had died. And he wasn't anywhere near that large. As she soaped herself up her thoughts drifted, thinking about the other men she had been with and how they measured up. She spent more than the usual amount of time applying the cleansing gel, her soaping hands rubbing against her stomach, which was still fairly flat and her nipples, which by now were definitely not flat. When she attended to the area between and around her thighs, she gasped sharply and felt a little light headed. She quickly finished at this point and while she rinsed off she thought, just how long had it been? When mother and son were sitting across from one another, she smiled and asked, "So how are you feeling this morning, dear?" "Better. Thank you, mom." "You're very welcome. I'm just glad I was able to help you with your problem." This set the pattern for the next several days. Anthony would go to bed at the usual time and about twenty or thirty minutes later the sound of stressed bed springs and some grunting would drift down the hall. In the morning on her way to the shower she could hear the sounds of him 'stimulating' himself which would lead to longer showers and pleasant memories. One such morning, either she was late getting up or he had gotten an earlier start, as she was walking past his room what she heard was the grunting that indicated he was reaching release. She stopped, curiosity getting the upper hand over propriety, and listened. What she heard next surprised her. After the grunting and bedspring noise subsided she heard, "Thank you, mom, thank you." She wasn't sure what that meant, but it made her wonder what the boy was thinking of as he stroked that enormous erection to climax. Perhaps this led to her spending extra time in the shower and that she lingered around the area between her thighs, and as the tingling in her body began to increase she pressed a bit harder and rubbed a bit faster until her body convulsed in the first orgasm she had had in years. Fortunately, there was a secure rubber mat on the floor of the shower stall so when she leaned back against the wall her feet didn't slide out from under her. It was a very thoughtful mom that sat across from her son at breakfast. "Dear, would you mind if I asked you a question?" "No." "It might be a little embarrassing for you." He shrugged. "This morning, after you were finished with your masturbating, I heard you say, 'Thank you, mom'. Why did you say that?" she asked. He looked at her with his brown, almost puppy dog eyes and said, "You told me how. It makes me feel better." "Okay, well I guess that makes sense," she replied. "And I pretend you're doing it." "I'm sorry, what was that?" "I pretend you're making it happen." "Why would you do that?" she asked. "The book said stimulation comes from two people so I pretend you're the other." "Well, sweetheart, that's flattering I guess, but it's not really proper you know. That's not something a mother and son are supposed to do together," she said softly. He shrugged and said, "Not doing. Just pretending." She stopped and took a breath. How many boys spent their nights masturbating to the thought of the soft gentle hand of a loving mother stroking their hard erections until they climaxed, all over their smooth naked bodies. She stopped and shook her head a bit to clear it of this train of thought. She smiled at Anthony and said, "I guess if you're just pretending, it's alright, dear." He gave her a rare smile, although it was brief and small, and resumed eating his breakfast. He spent the rest of his day prepping for an advanced physics exam that would give him credit for a course. His mother noticed that he seemed to be able to concentrate better than he had in months. Apparently, the painful erections must have been very distracting. That night, as usual, Anthony went to bed at the usual time. After ten minutes or so, his mom got up and went to stand by his bedroom door and listened. The sound of the bed springs was less noticeable but steady and she thought she heard murmuring. She also noticed that she was getting a tingling sensation emanating from several different parts of her body as she stood there. She clamped her legs tighter together and she hugged herself. The sound of the bed spring got louder and the rhythm picked up. She could also hear him mumbling, "Yes, mom, yes, mom, yes, mom," over and over. Her own tingling got stronger and by the time the grunting started and it was obvious that her son was climaxing, she was clutching at her breasts as her thighs rubbed together. When she heard, "Thank you, Mom, thank you," she scurried down the hall to her room. Anthony was fast asleep quickly so he didn't hear the noise that came from his mother's bedroom, whimpering and cooing punctuated by a brief muffled yelp or scream. Similarly, a session at the door the next morning resulted in a much longer shower and some vigorous rubbing with a long handled back brush. Anthony's mom's sleep had also been troubled with strange dreams. Naked boys with full erections, many of them unduly large paraded in front of her, stopping to stand in front of her, stroking and then climaxing, some of it hitting her shoes or lower legs. One boy, with a wicked smile, and a grossly distended scrotum, stroked his large erection, or big cock, as she started to think of it, with long lazy strokes. Finally his eyes closed tightly and he began to climax heavily, or as she considered, he shot long heavy streams of thick boy cum that splashed on her body and face. That dream woke her up, tangled in her bed sheets, her breathing hoarse and raspy. So it was, about a week and a half after Anthony's first night of masturbating, he was back in his room getting ready for his now nightly ritual, while his mother hurried to her room, discarded all her clothes in great haste and slipped on a sheer short nightie with nothing on underneath. She slipped out into the hall and turned off all the lights. She stood next to the door, her ear close. When she heard the steady thump of the bed and his murmurings, she slowly eased the door open. Inside the room there was just a faint light coming from the window, from the streetlight in front of the house next door. She could see her son stretched out on his bed, taking up nearly the whole thing, lengthwise. He was completely naked, his legs parted slightly, his enormous erection, or cock, as she now liked to think of it, held in one hand, which was slowly moving up and down the thick shaft. She could easily see that his scrotum, or ball sack, was equally large and rested on the mattress. His eyes were closed, his face directed up at he ceiling. She was mesmerized by the sight of his body and his endowment but this was a time for action so with a deep breath she slid into the room and approached the side of his bed. She watched for a moment and then as gently as she could she sat down on the edge of the bed. She was a diminutive woman, barely five feet two inches tall, weighing less than one hundred ten pounds. The bed yielded slightly but it didn't register on him, so it wasn't until she reached out and wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock, for that was what it was, not some word in a book, but a real, thick, beautifully long cock and her fingers couldn't even close completely around it. She gave a small stroking movement and Anthony's eyes flew open. He looked over and saw his mother in the sheer nightie, her hard nipples clearly visible. "Mom?" "Shhhh." "But you said..." "Shhh." she said as she moved her hand further along the shaft. "A mother and son shouldn't..." "Shhh," she said as she squeezed and then slowly pushed his hand up and off that big, pulsing, amazing dick. "Okay," he said as his hands dropped down to rest on the mattress at his side. Anthony's mom began to slowly stroke the long thick cock that had become the center of her attention. She thought it must have been at least nine inches in length and somewhere between six and seven inches around. Her hand slid easily along the shaft, aided by the liberally applied lotion and his now liberally flowing precum. Her own body was on fire, despite the lack of any physical stimulation. Without really thinking about it she brought her other hand into play, taking a firm hold of the base of the shaft and adding rhythmic squeezes as she stroked the upper half. Her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow and she ached to feel something, anything caress some area of her body. She had no intention of trying to guide her son in this at this time, so instead she shifted her position and she straddled one of Anthony's thighs and began to rub her bare, wet pussy up and down it's length. The feeling had her moaning and Anthony was murmuring, "Yes, mom, yes, mom, yes mom," only this time it wasn't pretending. Neither one of them had any idea how much time had passed but at some point Anthony's murmurs had shifted into the low grunting that preceded his climax. Despite her highly aroused state she understood the signal and she concentrated on his cock, gripping the base firmly and stroking the upper portion vigorously. "Oh, my," was all she said, as the first shot of cum fired from his large bulbous head. It was thick, white and reached at least three feet above the boys recumbent body. As the first splashed onto his torso the second one launched even higher followed by a third and a fourth and a fifth. The sixth was weaker and the last two simply oozed out and flowed down over her hands. The feel of the warm thick fluid was enough to tip her over the edge into her own orgasm and she shuddered and screamed as she pressed her flooded pussy into his firm thigh. As his orgasm faded, Anthony opened his eyes and he saw that his mother was swaying as her own orgasm peaked, then ebbed. He reached out to steady her. His big hand took hold of her bare hip and although it was only warm skin it burned into his hand. The feel of his touch shocked her into awareness. She saw what a mess he was. "Oh, baby, is it always like that when you climax?" "This was the most." "It was just amazing. But we better get you cleaned up. Don't move," his mom said as she slid off his leg and hurried from the room. In the dim light he could see her tight little ass bounce and flex as she left the room. In a few moments she returned with two cloths, one damp the other dry. "My goodness, there is just so much," she cooed as she applied the damp cloth to wipe up all the cum from his body. She spent a little extra time cleaning his softening shaft and balls. Then she dried him off. She wrapped the wet one in the dry one and set it on the floor near the bed. Then she stretched out on the bed next to him, her head on his shoulder and her bare pussy pressed against his side above his hip. "Mom?" "Shhh, sweetheart. We'll talk about it in the morning," she replied as she draped her arm across his chest and pulled him tighter against her. When Anthony awoke the next morning, he had the familiar sensation of a morning erection. What wasn't familiar was that a pair of hands and something wet and warm was already tending to it. As he lay on his back he looked down and saw that his mother was kneeling next to him, her small hands wrapped around the lower half of his cock, and her mouth taking in the upper third or so. The feeling far exceeded anything that he had felt before. "Oh, mom," was all he said. She slid her mouth up off of the massive cock and looked at him with a smile. "Good morning, sweetheart. Let's take care of this and then we'll have breakfast and a talk, okay?" "Okay, mom," her replied. She smiled but there was more than just a mother's love in those eyes. There was something more, a hunger that had laid dormant for a long time and was now fully awake. She turned back to the big head and she kissed the tip and then just pushed so that the lips seemed to flow around it and down a few inches of shaft. The girth pushed her mouth wide and her hands squeezed the shaft. As Anthony watched he remembered how it felt to have his hand on his mother's bare hip so he lifted his hand from the bed and gently rested it on the bare, warm skin. His mom didn't miss a beat but he heard and felt the vibrations as she cooed with her mouth full of cock. It was obvious to the boy that his mother was enjoying what was going on every bit as much as he was. It made him wonder about what things made her feel as good as he was feeling. He thought about how her ass looked as she walked from the room and if that would feel as good as her hip did. Slowly he let his big hand slid around and soon it was nearly covering one of the firm, but soft mounds. He felt her move her hips so that his hand was rubbing over the smooth skin, so he moved his hand a bit and he got her to moan around his cock again. After this went on for a while, one of his mother's hands came off his cock and reached around to take his hand and move it so that the ends of his fingers were now between her legs right where they joined the body. This felt even softer and warmer. And wet. As he thought about that, he felt the wet flesh start to slide along his fingers as his mother began to move her hips. It was obvious that she was enjoying this so he pressed his fingers a little harder against the soft wet flesh and the response was immediate. She pressed down hard and her mouth came off his cock as she grunted and said, "Oh, yes, sweetheart, that feels sooooo good. Mommy loves that." He was glad that she was feeling good, but he wanted her mouth back on his cock so he pushed up with his hips to get the head nearer her lips. "Yes, baby, I know what you want," she said and then pushed her mouth back down on his cock. They continued like that for some minutes until his mom's hip movements took on more urgency and then she tensed up and squealed around his cock in her mouth. Her hands tightened on his cock and her mouth moved faster. He had been feeling the tension mounting for the last few minutes as well and finally his balls pulled up and his hips bucked and he began shooting his massive load. The first shot knocked his mom right off his cock and as she coughed and gagged on the thick cum his subsequent shots hit her face and chest, coating skin and sheer fabric with the warm sticky mass. When he was finally done he could hear his mother giggling as she sat on her heels at his side, one big cummy mess. "Oh, Anthony, that was incredible. You made me feel so wonderful. Come with me, we need to get this mess cleaned up." She slid off the bed and took hold of his hand and pulled him, or tried to, off the bed. He followed along behind like a barge behind a tug. She led him to the bathroom, where she stripped off her nightie and dropped it in the sink. He was watching her with eyes wide and when she turned around and looked up at him she smiled and said, "Sweetheart, I think I've neglected an important part of your education. We've been concentrating on your head. It's time we started being concerned with other things," she said, laying one hand on his chest over his heart. She turned on the shower and once it was running warm she stepped in and then pulled him in after her. With some coaxing there was a great deal of sudsing going on, with attention being paid to sensitive areas. There was also a lot of hugging, caressing and even one brief kiss that had the boy bent almost double. When they were done they got out and dried off, with his mom giving him lots of help. They each went to their own room to put on some clothes, he donning shorts and a t-shirt, her some tight capris and a sports top from when she used to run for exercise. As they sat across from each other eating breakfast his mom said, "So, sweetheart, what are you thinking about what happened last night and this morning?" He seemed a little reluctant to answer but she said nothing, simply holding her expression to invite him to say something. Finally with a bit of an embarrassed smile he said, "Fun?" "You thought it was fun? Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that. I thought it was a lot of fun as well. I also know it might have seemed rather strange. But when you think about it, our lives have been, if not strange, rather different. But I don't think I prepared you very well for all of this. I should have had you around people more. Oh, don't look like that. I know how you feel about crowds and strangers. But I think I could have done something. So here were are, just the two of us," she said, reaching across to take hold of his free hand. She gave it a squeeze and felt a bit of pressure in return, and he didn't pull away. "So, as I've said, we'll shift things around a bit and start paying attention to these other issues. I'll teach you more about what we did last night and this morning. I also think we'll try and get you out more. Maybe start with just some walks around the area, get you used to seeing that other people are around. And don't worry, we'll take it slow." Anthony didn't look too pleased with this idea, but with him it was hard to tell. So he spent the morning working on his Physics evaluation and then after lunch, with a great deal of coaxing, he and his mother took a little walk, exactly one turn around the block. For the neighbors who hadn't seen much of them it was an odd sight. The boy, towering over his mother, his arm locked in hers, his head alternating from an intense study of the ground in front of him to a near panicked swiveling at any significant noise. When they returned home, he was obviously relieved and when he slumped onto the couch, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cushions. His mother watched him and saw the tension slowly ease away. She came over and sat down next to him and said, "Do you feel better now, sweetheart?" "Yes, mom." "How did it feel out there?" "Scary." "Well, new things can be scary," she said, putting a hand on his leg, "but I'll be right there with you." He nodded. "I saw the way you relaxed while you were sitting here. What were you thinking about?" He turned his head and looked at his mom. "You, last night, this morning." "It relaxed you to think about what we did?" "Made me happy, so I felt better." "Oh, I'm so glad," she said and she shifted so she was kneeling next to him and she brought her lips to his and gave him a soft, gentle kiss. "Does that make you feel good?" "Yes." So she put an arm around his shoulders, put her free hand alongside his face and she began to kiss him more. As it lingered it became more intense and Anthony began to respond. Lips parted and his mom taught him how to french kiss. She moved so she was straddling his legs and pressing herself to his torso. Remembering from that morning, he brought his hands up and cupped both of her ass cheeks in his big hands. She wiggled her hips and pressed against him harder in appreciation. His cock was starting to respond and it began to grow down one of his pants legs, and it was a bit uncomfortable. He broke off the kiss and said, "Mom, it's starting to hurt." "Hmm, what is,dear? Oh, is your cock getting big and your pants are getting too tight? We can fix that," she said with a smile. She slid off his lap and grabbed for his feet and pulled off his sneakers and socks. The she began to work on the belt and zipper of his shorts. "Mom, here?" "Why not, baby? No one can see in and we aren't expecting anyone," she said as her small deft fingers made short work of the fastenings and soon he was naked from the waist down. His massive cock was too heavy to spring up so it lay along one thigh. His mom ignored it for the moment and tugged his shirt off. "Hmm, you are so handsome and grown up. I'm so lucky," she said and then she began to take her clothes off. When she was naked she did a little pose in front of her son and said, "Do you like what you see, baby?" He nodded with a little smile. "Would you like to touch?" He nodded again and made a gesture for her to turn around. She did so and as she looked back over her shoulder he reached out and took hold of her firm round, and now bare, ass with his big hands and rubbed them. "Ohhhh, baby, that feels good. Your hands are so big and strong, but so gentle. Yes, squeeze my ass. Ooo." She pushed back against him so she was standing between his legs with her back to him. She reached back and grabbed one of his hands and brought it up and around to cup one of her firm, round tits. They were around a 34C but on her small frame they looked nice and big. She held his hand in place until he started to squeeze and rub it. Figuring he had the idea, she let go and while he worked on her ass and tit, she reached back and began to stroke his massive erection. Now, again, it should be said that Anthony is a very intelligent boy. Despite what his size and lack of verbalization might imply, he was no Lenny from 'Of Mice and Men'. Not only was he able to learn very quickly but he was also able to reason and take intuitive leaps. So he had been paying attention and he had learned not only what made him feel good but what got the best reactions from his mom. He decided it was time to apply what he had learned so far. The hand that was on her ass was slipped around her hip and she was pulled backwards until she had her back pressed against his torso and his cock was pressed against her ass. He continued to use one hand on her tits, both nipples being rubbed by wide spread fingers. The other hand came to rest on her pussy, where once again he could feel the dampness along the puffy lips. "Oh, baby, yes, that feels so nice," she cooed as she wiggled her ass on his cock and rubbed the back of her head on his upper chest. He remembered the anatomical details of the female reproductive system but wasn't really versed in what part would respond to what stimulation. He remembered from this morning that fingers rubbing on wet lips seemed to produce a positive response so he began to rub one finger tip up and down. The response was immediate and intense. "Oh, baby, that feels good. Yes, rub my pussy lips with your finger. And make sure you rub my clit, that hard nub right at the top there. OOOHHHHHHH, yes... that's it," she called out as his finger worked the hooded knob. Her firm ass was grinding on his cock and he really liked the way that felt and it was getting to be more and more fun to make his mother wiggle and moan. He liked making her feel good. After a time, she took hold of his hand that was working her pussy from the outside and pushed it down. She put pressure on his middle finger so it pushed her lower lips aside and began to move up into the warm, wet tunnel. "Omigod. Your finger is so big, oh yes, push it in and fuck me with it." So Anthony did what his mother asked and he began to force a thick finger deeper into the tight wet tunnel and felt how his mother reacted by grinding her entire body against his, one hand clamped down on the hand working her tits and the other holding tight to the wrist of his other hand. When his finger went in as deep as it could she pulled on his hand until it was almost out and then pushed in again. After a few repetitions he got the idea and began a slow steady in and out until she said, "Put in another one, sweetheart, use two fingers." With the one finger almost all the way out he bought another one alongside and pushed them both in. "AAHHHHHH" she yelled and tensed up even more and then pushed down on his hand to force the two digits in more quickly. "Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she mumbled and he was happy and now eager to comply. He quickened the pace and she was humping away on his hand when she suddenly tensed up, her legs pulled up in a near fetal position and pushed her head back against his chest and she orgasmed heavily. So heavily in fact that she was dripping her juices over his hand and her mouth was open but no sound was coming out. Her body jerked and bucked and Anthony just went along for the ride. After some long moments her body relaxed and then went completely limp. Anthony got a little worried. "Mom? You okay?" No response. "Mom?" "Hmm, what, dear?" "You okay?" "Oh, I'm much more than okay, sweetheart. Give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll show you." "Okay," he replied and he just held on, keeping her from falling off his lap. Even limp her warm weight felt so good against him. He wondered how much of this they could do. Finally she began to stir and she said, "Alright, baby, you can let go of me now," she said and then as his grip loosened she began to slide off his lap and wound up on her knees between his legs, facing him. "Hmm, you have such wonderful hands. So big and strong, yet gentle and knowing. And my god, what a magnificent cock you have. So long and thick with such big full balls. Let me see if I can empty them for you." She took his cock in both hands and began to stroke it and she licked the knob and upper shaft. Then she pushed it against his stomach and began licking and sucking on his balls, the warm skin of his ball sack felt so soft on her lips. Anthony was loving it and his hips began to move a bit. He was already very turned on and he could feel his balls beginning to tingle. His mom knelt up straighter and she pushed her tits against his cock, trapping the big meat in her cleavage and she began to rub up and down, licking the head when it got close to her mouth. It didn't take long before the tell tale signs of impending orgasm started to show. His eyes were closed and he was grunting softly. His hips were moving faster and more forcefully, almost fucking her tits. Knowing what was coming, she took hold of his cock and pointed the head so it was aimed right at her. "Oh, mom," he said and then he pushed up hard with his hips and the first shot of heavy thick cum jetted from the head of his cock. It hit her on the lower part of her face. She hooted and then began to giggle as more and more cum pumped from his cock, coating her lower face, her neck and her tits. Some splashed back to land on his cock, balls and belly. His grunts, her giggles and the splat of thick fluid on skin were all the sounds heard. When he was finally done spraying her down he just sort of melted back into the couch. "Oh, my sweet boy, that was so good, my god what a load," she said and then she stuck out her tongue and licked up a bit from her lower lips and chin. "Hmm, so nice, sweet and tangy at the same time." Then she slowly stood up, the cum running down, over and between her tits. She held out a sticky hand and said, "Come with me, baby, time to clean up again." He took her hand and pulled himself up. Then he stood and she led him by the hand to the kitchen were warm water and paper towels cleaned up all signs of his explosive output. Then they just stood there in the kitchen, naked and happy. He looked at his mom as she leaned against the counter and he said, "Hug?" "Of course, baby," and she moved forward to wrap her arms around his lower back, squeezing and resting her head against his chest. He put his arms around her back, but it didn't feel right. Since he had gotten so much bigger than his mom the hugs had lost a little of their feeling. He liked it last night when she was laying next to him and her arm was higher and her head was close, or earlier when she was kneeling next to him. He thought a moment and said, "Not right." "What do you mean, sweetie? What's not right, the hug?" "Yes," he said and then he slipped his hands up under her arms and effortlessly lifted her off the floor and brought them face to face. His mom let out a little yelp but then smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist and lower back. He slid his arms around so that one supported her ass and the other around the small of her back. There faces got closer and their lips came together and they shared a long lingering french kiss. When they separated she leaned her head back and said, "Yes, now this is hug. This is so much better. What a wonderful idea, sweetheart. Why don't you carrying me back to the couch?" He nodded and with her head resting on his shoulder he walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. She was now sitting on his lap, her legs straddling his waist. They kissed some more and then she said, "Why don't you lay down on your back. We can cuddle better that way." So they shifted around and quickly he was on his back taking up the whole couch and she was laying along his side, her back against the couch back and most of her draped over his torso and up legs. "This is very nice, baby. How are you feeling?" "Really good." "It must seem a little odd the way I've been acting, huh?" "Kinda." "Maybe I should explain a few things to you, it might help you understand better," she said as she turned her head, her chin resting on his chest. "I was quite the wild child when I was younger. I had my first experience with sex when I wasn't much older than you. And it was with my cousin, well my second cousin, but we were a tight knit family in those days so there wasn't much difference. He was a couple of years older but it was my idea. In fact, I had to seduce him to get him to do it the first time. My god, it felt so good. I loved it and couldn't get enough. For almost two years, we had some sort of sex almost every day. But then he joined the Marines and I had to look elsewhere. But I didn't have any trouble finding someone to play with," she said, lightly running a hand over his body as she talked. "Things sorta fell apart when I was a senior in high school. I was in the back of a van with two boys when a cop came along and caught us. Your grandparents went through the roof and I was basically under house arrest until I graduated. They would only let me go to a local college so I could live at home under their watchful eye. What they didn't know was there are plenty of places to have fun on a campus or on the way to and from. Then I met your Dad. My folks liked him, they thought he was very serious, very hard working, which he was, but he was also a lot of fun, a lot of fun. I'll save those stories for another time," she said as she raised her head higher and looked at her son. "What I'm trying to say, baby, is that I have kept a lot of things hidden, suppressed I guess, and when I saw you that day, naked and sporting that big cock, it all came bubbling up. I hope you don't think badly of me." She felt his arms tighten around her and he said, "No, I love you, mom." "Oh, thank you, baby." "But that means no fun because of me, right?" "No, not really, sweetheart. I mean a mother needs to be responsible but really it was because your father is gone. Like I said we had so much fun together and when he died I guess I just didn't think I could find someone to have fun with like that again. Until now," she said, smiling at him. He squeezed her again and she snuggled down on him and they drifted off to sleep for a while. When they woke up it was past dinner time so they got up and still naked, went into the kitchen and put together a quick dinner. Afterward they went back into the living room and cuddled up on the couch, his mom exploring his body with her fingertips. "Mom?" "Yes, baby?" "Teach me more, please." "What would you like to know, baby?" "How to make you feel good." "You already know that, sweetheart." "Aren't there other ways?" "Yes, you're right there are. You want to know more ways?" "Yes." "Hmm, I have an idea. You've shown how good you are with your finger in and on my pussy," she said, taking one of his hands in both of hers and kissing the fingertips. "And I know that your tongue does very nicely with mine. Let's see what we can do about teaching you what else you can do with your tongue." She slid off his lap and said, "Sit down on the floor, right by the couch, sweetheart." He did as she asked and when he was in position she moved over to sit right in front of him, her legs on either side and her ass scooted up right to the edge. His face was now about a foot from her pussy. "Okay, baby. Remember everything you did with your fingers. Now, instead, use your tongue. Just let the tip run up and down the lips," she said, tracing her finger along where she wanted him to use his tongue. He nodded slightly and then leaned in and lightly ran his tongue up one side of the slit and down the other. He felt his mom shudder and heard her breath suck in. Next he let his tongue trace along the slit which pushed them aside slightly. "Hmmm, yessss," she said in a low voice. When his tongue tip made contact with her clit her hands came up to rest lightly on his head. He took this to mean she wanted him to stay there a while so he did and let his tongue flick back and forth over the hard, prominent nub. Her hips began to undulate and press against his face. "Oh god, baby, that is fantastic. You do that so well. Now do what you did with those two fingers with your tongue, get it up inside me." He moved his head down and then used his tongue to push her lips aside and let it move further into her tunnel. His tongue felt thick and long to the diminutive woman and she was soon bucking her hips against his face as she fucked herself on his tongue. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes baby, keep that tongue inside me. Dammnnnnn." He thought she was moving about quite a lot so he slid his arms up under her legs and over her stomach to hold her in place. In affect, he had her trapped with his tongue in her pussy and he wasn't letting up. The bucking that he was trying to control was actually a near continuous string of orgasms that felt like they were tearing her apart. She finally found her voice and said, "Oh god, please stop, stop, stop, stop," she yelled. Startled, he pulled his mouth off her pussy and his head up from between her legs. Her legs were still over his arms and he was looking up along her body, seeing her chest heaving and her head moving from side to side, her eyes half open as she panted. "Mom, you okay? I'm sorry," he said, sounding miserable. "Oh, baby, no, no, don't be sorry. It was unbelievable. I couldn't stop cumming. Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing, and you are such a good thing. Come up here,"she said, holding her arms wide. Still kneeling between her legs he covered her body with his as she hugged him tight, kissing the side of his face and neck. Then she pushed him away a bit and brought her lips to his and kissed him passionately while she tasted her pussy juices. She could also feel the base of his cock rubbing on her pussy and her legs came up and wrapped around his back. Her hips began to move as she rubbed her clit against the thick shaft. "God, what a slut I am," she thought to herself, but it's been so long. "Anthony, sweetheart. It's time to teach you a very important lesson." "What, Mom?" "You going to learn how to fuck a woman." "Intercourse?" "Yes, dear." He looked down at her and said, "Are you sure? The size?" "Oh, yes, I'm sure." "Okay." "Kneel up straight," she directed. He pulled back and did as she asked. It brought the base of his cock almost level with her pussy, a little higher in fact. She reached between her legs and took hold of his cock and lifted it up, stroking it, marveling at how big and thick it was. She felt it stiffen further as she rubbed the head along her drenched lips and let it rub on her clit a bit before she placed it at the entrance to her tunnel. "Alright, now baby, I'll help guide it. You start to push, but go easy. This might take a while." He nodded and as she held his cock steady he began to push forward. He felt the resistance and backed off. She nodded encouragement and he began pushing forward again. He was amazed to see the lips began to slide apart and the head began to move forward. He eased off again and then began to push once more. More progress was made and so he decided this was the way. Push in, back off, push a little more, back off. "Oh, shit, yes, that feels incredible and you're just starting. Oh, my darling boy, you are too much. Yes, keep working that magnificent cock up inside me. Yes, give me all I can take." Progress was steady but slow but more and more of the shaft was now disappearing up inside his mother's pussy and it was obvious she was loving it. Her legs came up, her heels hooking behind the small of his back, urging him in deeper. Finally, the last of the shaft disappeared and his hips touched her thighs. "Oh, fuck, I have all of you. I can't believe it. It feels like it's touching my tonsils. Now pull back part way and then rock forward, then keep doing it. That's how you fuck a woman's pussy with that big fat gorgeous cock of yours." Following her instructions he began to saw that massive cock back and forth inside her tight wet pussy. She had grabbed hold of his arms and was holding on for dear life while he fucked her with long deep strokes. She wasn't the only one feeling amazing things. The sensation of her tight pussy clenching down along the full length of his cock when it was fully inside her was beyond his wildest dreams. Mother and son fucked on the couch, lost in time, concentrating on just the feelings they were sharing. She managed to pull him forward and she began to tongue kiss him as her body was rocked by the deep and more frequent strokes of his cock. Finally, it all became too much for her and her body exploded from the pussy outward. She bucked and writhed and screamed into his mouth. Her legs clamped tightly around his back and she wouldn't let up. In the midst of all this, Anthony mumbled that he was going to cum and his mom let her legs fall away and she pushed his hips away and she slid off his cock just in time for him to start pumping loads of cum up between them. Her ankles hooked the back of his legs and made sure that he shot his entire load between them, feeling the warm sticky mess being spread around as they writhed against each other. They were still kissing, moving from lips to cheeks to neck and throat. Finally, with their orgasms done, they lay against each other panting and grasping. "Hmm, that was the very best I've ever had, baby. You're cock is the most magnificent thing I've ever felt. I want it in me every day. Will you do that baby, will you fuck me every day with that beautiful big dick of yours?" "Yes, mom," he said, smiling a little. "Hang on." She wrapped he arms and legs around him and he got to his feet and with his cum trapped between them he walked them both to the bathroom and the shower. The cleaning took a long time and they slept together in her bed, well into the morning. School was just starting.