I never planned on fucking my son, but once I saw that thick cock swinging between his legs, there was no turning back. It started on a hot Saturday when he came home from the gym, sweat-soaked and stripping down in the laundry room like he always did. At twenty-two he was all muscle and confidence, and I was just the divorced mom who still did his wash. I walked in carrying towels and there it washis cock, heavy, veined, and already half-hard from the workout. It hung low, easily nine inches soft, the head fat and dark, balls tight underneath. My mouth went dry.
Mom, shit, sorry, he muttered, but he didnt cover up. He just stood there, letting me look. I could feel my panties getting wet instantly. Id raised him, fed him, watched him grow, and now that monster was right in front of me. I dropped the towels.
Turn around, I said, voice low. He did. His ass was tight, but it was the front I wanted. When he faced me again his cock had thickened more, lifting up, the skin stretching shiny. Stroke it, I told him. He wrapped one big hand around the shaft and started pumping slow. Precum leaked out the slit and ran over his knuckles. I stepped closer, reached out, and took over. My fingers didnt even meet around it. The heat, the weight, the way it pulsed in my gripI knew right then I was going to take every inch.
I sank to my knees on the laundry floor and opened my mouth. The head alone stretched my lips wide. I licked around the ridge, tasting salt and sweat, then pushed forward. He groaned and grabbed my hair. I worked him deeper, gagging when he hit the back of my throat, spit running down my chin onto my shirt. He was too big to take all at once, so I used both hands, twisting and stroking while I sucked the top half. My jaw ached fast, but I didnt stop. I wanted him to see his mom on her knees, choking on that huge cock.
He pulled me up after a minute, spun me around, and bent me over the dryer. My shorts and panties came down in one yank. He rubbed that fat head up and down my slit, coating himself in my wetness. Then he pushed in. The stretch burned so good I cried out. Inch after thick inch forced my pussy open until I felt his balls press against me. I was full, stretched tight around him, dripping down my thighs. He started thrusting hard, the machine rattling under us. Every stroke dragged over my G-spot and made my clit throb. I reached back and spread my ass so he could watch himself disappear inside me.
Fuck, Mom, youre so tight, he grunted, pounding faster. Skin slapped loud and wet. I came hard, clenching around that massive cock, juices squirting out around him. He didnt slow down. He flipped me onto the dryer, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove back in. From that angle he went even deeper. I could see the bulge in my belly every time he bottomed out. I grabbed my tits, pinching my nipples while he used me.
We didnt stop there. He carried me to the couch, laid me down, and fed that cock into my mouth again while he fingered my soaked pussy. I sucked him clean of my own cum, then climbed on top and sank down slow, watching his face as my cunt swallowed him. I rode him hard, grinding my clit against his base, taking every thick inch until my legs shook. He came with a roar, flooding me so deep I felt it leak out around his shaft.
After that first time we couldnt keep our hands off each other. Mornings Id wake him with my mouth stretched around his morning wood. Evenings hed bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me until I screamed. He liked when I talked dirtytelling him how much bigger he was than his father, how I was his personal cumdump now. He liked when I wore nothing but an apron and let him rail me from behind while dinner burned on the stove.
One night he brought a friend home. The kid was shocked at first, but my son just grinned and said, She can take us both. They took turns in my mouth and pussy, stretching me wider than ever. Two big cocks using me until I was a shaking, dripping mess on the living-room floor. My son finished last, pushing deep and pumping another load inside me while his friend watched.
We kept going for months. Showers, the garage, even the backyard at night with the risk of neighbors hearing. Hed wake me at 3 a.m., roll me onto my stomach, and slide that huge cock into my already-wet cunt without a word. Id push back and take it, whispering how much I loved being his fucktoy. Sometimes hed pull out and paint my tits or face, then make me lick him clean while his cum cooled on my skin.
Eventually he moved out, but he still comes over every weekend. The door barely closes before Im on my knees again, worshipping that big cock that started it all. I know its wrong, but the way he fills me, the way he uses me, the raw filthy pleasure of itI wouldnt trade it for anything.
Every time he sinks in to the hilt and I feel that stretch, I come harder than I ever have in my life. And when he groans Mom while he empties those heavy balls inside me, I know were never stopping.
