I never planned it. One night after too many drinks and too much silence in the house, I walked in on him stroking that massive cock in his room. My son, twenty-one, built like a linebacker, his fist barely wrapping around the thick shaft. It was huge, veiny, the head swollen and leaking. I stood there frozen, pussy instantly wet, and instead of turning away I stepped inside and closed the door.
"Show me," I told him, voice low and rough. He didn't hesitate. He spread his legs wider and kept pumping, eyes locked on mine. "You want this big dick, Mom?" The words hit me like a slap. I nodded, already peeling off my shirt. My tits spilled out and his cock jerked harder in his hand.
I dropped to my knees between his thighs and took over. My fingers didn't meet around the base. It was that thick. I licked the fat head, tasting salt and heat, then opened wide and sucked. He groaned, hips lifting, forcing more of that huge cock into my mouth until I gagged. Spit ran down my chin onto his balls. I worked him sloppy, jerking the shaft with both hands while I sucked the crown, loving how it stretched my lips.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so good," he growled. "Suck that big cock." I moaned around him and took him deeper, throat working. My pussy was dripping down my thighs. I needed it inside me.
I stood, shoved my shorts down, and climbed on the bed. "Fuck me," I ordered, spreading my legs. He didn't waste time. He lined that monster up and pushed. The stretch burned in the best way. Inch after thick inch sank into my cunt until I was full, stretched tight around him. "Goddamn, you're huge," I panted. He started thrusting, hard and steady, the bed creaking under us.
Every stroke dragged against my walls. His heavy balls slapped my ass. I clawed his back and begged for more. "Harder. Fuck me with that huge cock." He gave it to me, pounding deep, the head battering my cervix with every thrust. Sweat slicked our bodies. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy filled the room.
I came first, cunt clenching and pulsing around him, juices squirting out around his thick shaft. He didn't stop. He flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and drove back in from behind. The angle let him go even deeper. One hand fisted my hair while the other slapped my ass. "Take it, Mom. Take every inch of this big dick."
I pushed back to meet every thrust, moaning like a slut.
He reached under and rubbed my clit and I came again, harder, screaming into the pillow. His rhythm faltered. "Gonna fill you up," he warned. I begged him to do it. He buried himself to the root and unloaded, thick ropes of cum pumping deep inside me, so much it leaked out around his cock as he kept twitching.
We collapsed together, his huge cock still half-hard inside me. I knew it wouldn't be the last time. I already wanted him again, already wanted to feel that massive stretch and the dirty words he whispered while he fucked me.
We spent the rest of the night like that, switching positions, him using every hole, me riding and sucking and begging for more of his huge cock until we were both wrecked and sticky. No guilt, just raw need and the best sex I'd ever had.
