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Introduction:

A mother accidentally sees her son's huge cock, and can't get it out of her mind.

Six weeks ago, I accidentally saw my son's cock. And it was a total accident, I swear! It was Sunday afternoon, and I'd been bringing up a load of Ian's laundry. I'd knocked like I always did, but when he didn't respond I'd assumed he had his headphones on playing a video game, so I'd opened his door anyways. He'd had his headphones on, alright... but he'd been laying on his bed, staring at porn on the computer on his desk, vigorously stroking the most amazing, thick, ten-inch cock I'd ever seen in my life!

I backed away in a panic, silently closing his door behind me, my heart pounding like it was going to come bursting out of my chest as I leaned unsteadily against the hallway wall. God damn! Where the hell had he gotten a monster like that? It sure hadn't been from his father, I could tell you that! Trevor, my ex and Ian's father, wasn't even half that size! I set the basket in front of Ian's door and retreated to my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me like a frightened little mouse. And what a stupid reaction that was! Ian had been far too engrossed in what he'd been doing to even have noticed I was there. I started nervously giggling, closing my eyes and covering my mouth with my hand. God, that was one hell of a cock! I couldn't get the image of it out of my mind, so thick, veiny, and hard! I glanced back at my door, biting my lip and thinking, rubbing my thighs together. I was so hot, so wet! Barely a glimpse of it, and it had been like turning on a faucet between my legs... Ian would never know!

I stripped down to nothing and climbed quickly up onto my bed, opening my bedside drawer and going straight for my biggest toy, the one I'd never had the courage to actually try before! Eight whole inches... bigger by several than any real cock I'd ever had, so big that the thought of it going inside had flat out terrified me when my older sister had bought it for me years ago as a joke! But now even this one was barely a joke, compared to what I'd just seen! I laid down on my back, sucking it with my mouth to lube it up—not that I really needed to, with how wet I already was! Then I spread my thighs, notching it between my lips. I took several deep, steadying breaths, working up my nerve... I knew this was going to hurt, but I just had to try, I had to know what it would be like! I shuddered as I pushed it in, rolling over onto my front to press my face into my pillow to muffle my moan, my long, soft red hair falling around my face. God, it was big! It felt like my pussy was on fire, trying to take it inside! But still I made myself keep thrusting, deeper and deeper, stretching myself out, imagining my son's huge, throbbing cock forcing its way through my tight, trim little lips, taking me completely, filling me up like I'd never been filled before! It was so, so wrong, fantasizing about him like this... but I just couldn't stop myself, biting my pillow as I whimpered in pain and need! I fucked myself harder and deeper than I'd ever had it before, giving myself all eight inches, pounding the dildo's firm, rubbery balls against my vulnerable, sensitive little clit! I slipped my other hand beneath my chest, going back and forth between my full, D-cup tits, pinching and pulling on my nipples, squeezing deeply into my hot, yielding flesh! I wanted it so bad! I wanted him to hold me down, I wanted him to force it inside! I wanted my own son to rape me, to enslave me with his enormous, fantastical teenage cock!

My orgasm hit me like a freight train, making me thrash and shake on my bed, and only the fact that it had completely robbed me of breath kept me from screaming to wake the dead! On and on it went, so much longer than what I was used to! I imagined him thrusting and pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot, incestuous seed! I was such a dirty little whore, using my tight little pussy to pleasure my son's cock! I loved it! I loved taking my son's huge, amazing cock, loved having him breed my unprotected, fertile womb with his cum! I loved it so much!

Finally my pleasure began to ebb, my fantasy along with it, and I lay there boneless and spent, not daring to move. Even so the aftershocks kept on coming, making me whimper as the clenching of my tight inner walls forced my dildo to squirt wetly out of me onto the bed. I tiredly peeled myself up, taking it with me into my bathroom to clean up. I couldn't even meet my own eyes in the mirror, I was so riddled with guilt over what I'd just done. He was my own son, for God's sake! I couldn't be thinking about him like that! Never mind that doing so had just given me the longest, most intense orgasm of my life! It was wrong! So, so wrong! I got into my shower, setting the water as cold as I could stand... I almost had myself convinced of that fact by the time I climbed back out. I went about the rest of my daily routine almost as normal, hardly even blushing as I sat across from him at the table eating supper that evening. But later that night, once I was in the privacy of my bedroom once more... I hadn't been able to stop myself from fantasizing about him again, fucking myself hard and deep with my new favourite toy, squealing desperately into my pillow as thoughts of my son's incredible cock made me cum for him again! But even that hadn't been enough to work off my need! I'd had to make myself cum two more times that night, until I was so completely exhausted I hadn't even been able to move, and had passed out right where I was with my toy laying soaked and sticky on the bed between my thighs! And then I'd had to do it two more times the next morning, too, having to skip breakfast and putting on makeup as a result, nearly making myself late for work!

I was addicted. For six straight weeks, morning and night, I was fucking myself to thoughts of my son's unbelievable cock. Every spare moment I would be in my bedroom with the door locked, moaning into my pillow. Work was the worst; all day long trapped in an office with no way to get relief, nearly whimpering with need by the time I got home. Thank goodness Ian was always doing his homework or playing video games in his room, so he never saw the look of desperation on my face as I rushed into my room and locked the door behind me! I'd had to start leaving my bedroom windows open twenty-four-seven, to keep the whole house from ending up smelling like my needy, greedy little cunt!

But tonight... tonight was different. It had been a coworker's bachelorette party, and I'd known I never should have gone, but it would have been rude to say no. There had been male strippers, and way too much alcohol, and I'd spent the entire night comparing dick sizes to the one I knew was waiting for me at home. Well... not waiting 'for me', exactly—but the more booze I'd consumed, the harder it had become to remember that distinction, and not a single one of theirs could measure up to my son's! I was home now, the Uber having dropped me off—there was no way in hell I was going to risk driving in the state I was in! The lights were all out, Ian long since asleep in his bed. I slipped out of my heels and started stumbling my way towards my room, my hand against the wall for support. I was even more eager than normal to get into bed, so I could start doing something about the incredible heat that had been building up between my thighs all night! But as I passed his doorway... I would just peek in, I told myself. Just a normal, caring mother, checking in on her son when she got home from a late night out. Nothing more than that.

Moonlight was streaming directly through his window, making it easy to see. He was laying on his back, his limbs splayed out, his blanket twisted and disarranged like he'd been turning in his sleep. I bit my lip, stepping slowly inside. His blanket was just barely covering his hip... I stepped to the side of his bed. I would just tuck him in better, that was all. I reached down... just a peek, he would never know. Just enough to see the bulge of him in his boxers, then I would go back to my own room to get off. I carefully lifted his blanket, and gasped! When had he started going to bed naked? God, he was so big! Even flaccid, he was still bigger than his father was fully hard! I eased the blanket back down, leaving him exposed, taking half a step back. I couldn't resist! I'd been picturing it in my mind for so long, I couldn't deny myself the opportunity to cum while looking at it for real! I lifted my dress up onto my hips, slipping my hand into my thong, my other hand fondling my breast as I started to play with my clit. I was so wet! I slipped two fingers inside, squelching audibly, but he'd always been a sound sleeper, I knew he wouldn't hear. It felt so good... but I was so drunk, so unsteady on my feet. I eased myself down to my knees so I wouldn't fall, coming to almost eye level with that huge, heavy cock!

I had to touch it! I had to feel it, just a little! I reached out tentatively, brushing it ever so gently with my fingertips, my other hand still rapidly frigging my pussy. He was so hot, and soft! I licked and chewed my lips, carefully laying my palm along his shaft, wrapping him gently in my fingers. He started to grow in my hand! My eyes darted to his in a panic, my drunken mind desperately searching for any explanation or excuse! But he was still fast asleep, his body responding purely by instinct to my touch. I looked back down at him and started to stroke, just the tiniest little bit, just so I'd be able to see him fully hard again like before. It didn't take long. He was so heavy in my hand, it was almost like lifting weights! And from this close up he looked even bigger than when I'd seen him jerking off! God, what I wouldn't give to jerk him off for real! I wanted to watch him cum! I wanted to take it all over my big, heavy tits! All over my face! But that would wake him up for sure, I knew. But... there were other things I could do.

I crawled right up to the edge of the bed, carefully leaning down. I kissed him, slowly and gently, on the underside of his crown. He was so hot and firm against my lips! I brought my other hand up from between my thighs, swirling his head with my creamy, sticky juices. I wanted, I needed, to taste myself on him, as if he'd been fucking me for real! I kissed, and licked, lovingly cleaning him up. I lifted him carefully in my hand, took a deep, steadying breath, and took him into my mouth! He barely even fit! But I did it, slipping my hand back down to start fiercely fingering myself again as I gently started to bob and suck! God, I loved it so much! I was such a dirty little whore, sucking my son's huge, amazing cock while he slept! Giving him a blowjob, pleasuring him with my mouth! He would never know, would never have the slightest idea what a desperate little slut his mother had become! But I knew. I hoped he was having a good dream, that he was imagining some hot little cheerleader at school sneaking behind the bleachers with him to get him off, when it was really his own mother secretly giving him head in his sleep!

I knew I couldn't keep going forever, knew I would have to stop before risking him cumming and waking him up. But he just felt so amazing in my hand and in my mouth! And I was getting so close myself! I knew doing it with my fingers wouldn't be nearly as good as if I were using my toy, but if I couldn't make him cum for me, I at least wanted to cum with him in my mouth! And I was getting there, I could feel the heat and pressure building... I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me further onto his cock!

“Mmph!” I gasped, glancing up into his wide awake, predatory blue eyes. I tried to pull away, desperate to apologize, to explain that I didn't mean to do it, that I was drunk... but he refused to let my mouth off of his cock!

“Suck it, Mom!” he demanded harshly, sliding his fingers deeper into my long, soft red hair and holding on tight. “Suck my big fucking cock!”

I moaned a denial again, trying to fight and pull away, but he was just so strong! And then it was happening, I was cumming! I was cumming with my son's cock filling my mouth, and he was awake to watch it happening!

“That's it, Mom! Cum for me!” he praised, his other hand coming around to softly stroke my cheek. “Make yourself fucking cum for me while you're sucking me off!”

Like I really had a choice about it anymore! I squealed around his cock, trembling and twitching as the pleasure ran through me, my eyes rolling back in my head. And in the aftermath, after what he'd already caught me doing to him, I had no choice! All I could do was whimper and submit! I sucked him hard, slurping and swirling my tongue, bringing my other hand up as well, stroking him and fondling his balls. There was no point being subtle anymore, and I was using every trick I'd ever learned, desperate to give him my best! It took a long time, far longer than it ever had for his father, but eventually I could tell he was getting close. And it was a good thing, too, because by that point my jaw was seriously getting sore from stretching so much! He groaned, his grip tightening in my hair, his hips jerking off the bed as the first powerful jet of cum shot straight to the back of my throat, making me choke!

“Take it, Mom!” he grunted, thrusting upwards into my mouth. “Take my fucking cum!” I moaned around his shaft, swallowing eagerly. It was so hot, and thick! And there was so much of it! It was even better than I imagined! He finally finished, and still I kept sucking, until the sensitivity finally became too much for him and he pushed me off.

“Show it to me, Mom!” he demanded. “Show me that cum on your tongue!”

“I... I can't,” I admitted regretfully. I'd had no idea, but I was still ashamed that I hadn't somehow predicted what he'd want. “I swallowed it already.”

“Well... I can't fault initiative!” he chuckled, lovingly stroking my cheek. “But next time you'll know, won't you?”

“Next time?” I swallowed, blushing bashfully, still softly holding him in my hands. He just grinned.

“Stand up. Let me watch you strip! I want to see those tits!” he commanded me, and I had no choice but to obey. I stood unsteadily, his eyes travelling my body, and especially to the enormous wet spot I'd made in my sexy thong panties. I unzipped my dress, biting my lip as I slowly eased it off, trying to make it sexy. Then came my bra, and finally my panties. I knew I was in pretty good shape—I could still fit into my wedding dress, even!—but I was certainly no teenager anymore, and I stood there self-consciously, my arms around my belly as he devoured me with his gaze.

“God, you're sexy, Mom!” he moaned, reaching out to take me by my hand, making me squeal as he suddenly pulled me into bed with him, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me hard on my lips!

“You really think so, baby?” I asked, nervously biting my lip, stroking his side with my hand.

“I know so!” he grinned. “But if you're still in any doubt... rather than telling you, how about I prove it to you, instead?” Before I could ask him what he meant by that he'd slid back from me and pushed me down onto my stomach, rolling himself up on top of me and forcefully rubbing his still-erect cock between my thighs!

“Ian, no, I...” I began, vigorously shaking my head. As much as I'd dreamed of this, those had only been dreams! I couldn't let him do this to me! The blowjob had been bad enough, but I couldn't let him fuck me for real, couldn't let him commit incest with his own mother, no matter how much I wanted it myself!

“Shut up, Mom!” he chuckled warmly, pressing himself slowly but relentlessly passed my lips, making me tremble and gasp. God, he was big! So much bigger than my toy! “You're mine now, Mom! Let me hear you say it! Say you're mine!”

“I'm yours!” I moaned, clutching at the sheet as he gently started to thrust, carefully working his way deeper. I'd wanted this for so long... I just couldn't resist! Thank God I'd been loosening myself up with my toy for the last month and a half, or I was sure he never would have been able to fit!

“Louder, Mom!” he demanded, roughly spanking my pert little ass, making me yelp!

“I'm yours!” I repeated, still moaning, but more forcefully this time. “I'm yours, baby! I belong to you, now!”

“Damned right you do!” he purred aggressively, leaning down to kiss the side of my neck, making me tremble. “You belong to me, and you'll do anything I say! You're my little fuck-doll now, aren't you Mom? Say it!”

“I'm your little fuck-doll, baby!” I whimpered. “I'm your obedient little fuck-doll, and I'll do anything you say!”

“Good girl!” he praised, chuckling into the side of my neck, sucking my earlobe between his lips, making me gasp. God! When had my sweet little boy gotten so aggressive like this? How had he learned how to take such control? More to the point... why did I like it so much? His words were hitting buttons inside my brain I hadn't even known existed! Calling me his 'good girl'? Fucking hell! I'd nearly cum for him right then and there, just from hearing those words in his deep, sexy voice! To say nothing of what he was doing to me between my thighs! Deeper and deeper he drove, stretching me open. God! The last time I had something this big inside me, they'd given me an epidural, first! He hadn't even worked himself half way in yet, and already I could feel the heat and pressure starting to grow! I felt so dirty, so wrong... but I loved it! I loved my son's enormous fucking cock, taking my tiny, tight little cunny, making me his!

“Babyyyy!” I wailed, my orgasm finally breaking, my legs kicking, my hands clutching desperately at the sheets. He didn't let up for even a moment, riding me all the way through, moaning loudly at the way my wet little walls were convulsing around his huge, invading cock! I collapsed into the mattress as it ended, panting and gasping for breath. He was as deep as my toy could reach now, and still he was pushing onward, stretching me out! I whimpered and started to cry, partly in pain, partly in unbelievable enjoyment of what he was doing to me! My emotions were a total mess, tied up and mixed with what was happening to my body until I didn't even know what I was feeling anymore. All I knew for certain was that I didn't want him to stop. I never, ever wanted him to stop!

I could hardly even believe it, but he actually got himself all the way inside! Ten thick, solid inches of my own son's cock, pounding deep inside me, punishing my cunt! He made me cum again, his hips pressing hard against my ass with every powerful thrust! And then again, almost right on the heels of the last one, sucking on my earlobe and whispering to me that I was his good little slut! And for the fourth time... once I started cumming the fourth time in a row, I just didn't stop! That had never, ever happened to me before! He held me right at my peak, unable to come down, barely even able to breathe as I repeatedly screamed my pleasure into the night! He pushed himself up from my back, straddling my hips, picking up power and speed, pulling my long, red hair and repeatedly spanking my firm little ass! I wanted to beg him to finish, but I couldn't even speak! Then finally it was happening, his hips jerking roughly, his cock pulsing inside me as he delivered his almost scalding-hot cum directly against the entrance to my womb! I screamed until I ran out of breath, and then it was like I couldn't remember how to take my next! The feeling of that molten-hot flood had taken my orgasm to entirely new heights—I felt like I was having a seizure, every muscle in my body clenching randomly as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure tore me apart!

Ian came down from his high faster than me, collapsing onto my back and kissing my neck while I was still capable of little more than an extended moan. He finally pulled out, flopping down on his side next to me, and snuggling me tightly into his chest.

“Baby, I...” I began, but he silenced me with a finger across my lips, leaning back until he could look me in my eyes.

“If that was about to be an explanation for tonight, I don't need one,” he smiled, lovingly stroking his fingers through my hair. “All I need is a promise; that you won't ever try to make us stop!”

“I promise,” I said, my lower lip quivering. In fear? Relief? I didn't even know, my emotions were still all over the place after what he'd just made me feel. “But... I do need to explain. If not for you, then for me. I...” I bit my lip, taking a deep, slow breath. He'd already cum inside me, it was a little late for me to be embarrassed now! “Six weeks ago, I was bringing up your laundry and I walked in on you while you were masturbating. I backed out right away and closed your door again, you never saw me... but I haven't been able to get that huge, amazing cock of yours out of my mind ever since! I've been fucking myself thinking about it... three, four... sometimes even five or six times per day, ever since! Tonight... God, I had so much to drink, I... I came into your room, meaning to maybe just look at it again a little bit, and then go back to my room to get myself off like normal. Only, once I saw it... well, I guess you know already where it lead.”

“Six weeks, hunh?” he smirked, still slowly stroking my hair. “Is that all? I've been fantasizing about fucking you for way longer than that!”

“You have?” I gasped, and he laughed.

“You have no idea Mom, believe me!” he grinned, grabbing me by my ass and yanking me against him, tight! “But you are even better than I imagined! God, I love fucking you! I wish you'd told me six weeks ago... though I suppose I understand why you didn't. Maybe I should have just gotten you liquored up myself! Ah, well. The important thing is you're all mine now, and I'm going to be filling your tight little pussy every chance I get from here on out!”

“Oh, God!” I gasped. Now that I was no longer in the midst of cumming, and my brain was working more or less properly again, those words made me realize the full, true implications of what we'd just done! “Ian, baby...” I swallowed nervously. “Baby, I'm not on birth control! I went off it after your dad and I got divorced. You... you might have just knocked me up!”

“Well, I certainly hope so!” he chuckled, softly kissing my brow. “But if not, we'll just have to keep trying until I do!”

“What?” I gasped, leaning back to look up into his eyes again, certain I must have been hearing things, that he couldn't have just said what I thought!

“You heard me!” he chuckled, kissing me on my lips this time. “You are mine to do with as I want now, Mom! Remember? And first and foremost on that list is to put my baby in this skinny, sexy little belly of yours!”

“Oh, God...” I moaned, but he just laughed and kissed me again.

“Don't think I don't already know you want it too!” he grinned. “I know you were the one who wanted more kids after me, and Dad was the one who said no. Well, you're not too old to have more, Mom, not even close! You're sexy as hell already, and you're going to look even sexier with my baby in your belly! Speaking of which...” he grinned, a wicked glint appearing in his eye. “Just for practice, let me hear you call me 'Daddy', now.”

“Ummm... Daddy?” I swallowed nervously, feeling the blush rising on my cheeks.

“That's my baby girl!” he grinned, returning his hand to stroking through my hair again. “Say, 'I want you to put your baby in me, Daddy!'”

“I want you to put your baby in me, Daddy!” I repeated obediently, my blush rising to truly epic proportions at this sudden reversal of roles. He was right, I always had wanted to have more kids... but I'd never imagined it might be my own son giving them to me!

“Gladly, baby!” he grinned, kissing me deep and hard on my lips. He was such a good kisser... was there anything he wasn't amazing at? If so I had yet to find it out.

“There's one other thing you have to know, baby,” he smiled as he broke our kiss. “After I graduate, we're going to be inviting Jenny to come live here, with us.”

“Jenny?” I asked, confused. “Wait... your cousin Jenny? That Jenny?” My niece was only two months younger than Ian, my older sister Sarah and I having gotten pregnant at nearly the same time.

“We've been planning to get an apartment together, after we graduate. Roommates, as far as you and aunt Sarah would have been concerned. But now that I'm going to be fucking you, too, it'll make much more sense for all three of us to just stay here.”

“Oh my God!” I gasped, as the full meaning of his words struck home. “You and Jenny? But... when? For how long?”

“Long enough!” he laughed, squeezing me tight. “But don't worry—I promise neither of you will ever be left feeling neglected! And I'm sure you two will love learning to share! Do you like eating pussy, baby girl?”

“Ummm... I've never tried,” I admitted shyly. My boy had excellent taste, I'll give him that! Jenny was gorgeous—a tiny, skinny, busty little thing, just like me if I was available in a younger model and blonde! If he wanted me to eat pussy for him... he could have picked a hell of a lot worse than hers, that was for sure!

“Neither has she,” he grinned. “and you cannot possibly understand how much I'm looking forward to watching you both learn! But in the mean time, I'm all yours, baby! And I am going to be very disappointed in myself if I haven't managed to give you an adorable little baby-bump by the time I'm walking across the stage getting my diploma!”

“Me too, Daddy!” I giggled, then thought I'd better specify to avoid unrealistic expectations. “Well... not exactly disappointed, not really. I am older now, you know! I'm not nearly as fertile anymore as I was at eighteen!” Not even my birth control had been enough to stop me getting pregnant back then—but the fact that he'd been unplanned was not a detail he ever needed to know! “But... I'm looking forward to it, too. That's what I meant, Daddy.”

“Good enough for me!” he laughed. “And God, if I don't love hearing you call me that!”

“Me too, Daddy!” I giggled again, and this time there was no need for qualifiers. “It makes me feel like such a dirty little slut, calling you that... I love it, Daddy! I love being your naughty, dirty little girl!”

He kissed me again, hard, then got up and pulled me out of bed. I had made one hell of a big mess, cumming so many times! And my bed—our bed, now—was much bigger anyhow. He stripped off the sheet and tossed it in his hamper, then helped me into our bathroom to clean up a little. After I finished on the toilet he even let me hold him to aim as he did the same! I know, I know, it was such a silly, little-girl thing to want to try... but I was his little girl now, so I was allowed! Plus, honestly, I was still drunk out of my gourd! But he didn't mind, just thinking it was funny that I was so enthralled by something which for him was so everyday. He got us both cleaned up and back into bed, with him spooning tightly up behind me, his hand reaching around and possessively cupping my tit.

“Daddy...” I asked, nervously biting my lip.

“Yes, baby?”

“I know I'm still really, really drunk... please tell me I'm not passed out somewhere, and tonight hasn't all just been an incredible, amazing dream?”

“Oh, it's definitely a dream, baby!” he laughed, squeezing me tight and softly kissing the back of my neck. “There's no other way to explain it! But I promise, it's one from which we never, ever have to wake up! Love you, Mom! My perfect, sexy baby girl!”

“Love you, Daddy!” I giggled, laying my hand softly on top of his, holding it against my breast. This was still so, so wrong... but somehow, even more right! I was going to have to get that coworker of mine one hell of a wedding present now, that was for sure! That thought made me giggle even harder, Ian questioningly kissing the back of my neck. I explained, and he laughed too! We soon quieted ourselves down, my new 'Daddy' and I drifting quickly, contentedly off to sleep, dreams of our new, perfect future together stretching out before me!

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