Chapter 1
"I think I'm a good enough receiver to make Varsity some day," Billy said. "I mean, maybe it would be different if we had a, you know, All-State high school team like Drake, but right now I think I'm good enough today."
"Billy," Karen interrupted gently, "is this really something you need to talk to Mommy about while I'm taking a bath?"
Billy squirmed self-consciously as he sat on the toilet facing the bath tub, blushing and averting his eyes from his mother. He was a slender, handsome, well-muscled boy, with freckled cheeks and unruly blonde hair that made him look younger and more innocent than he actually was. But the recent interest he'd taken in his mother's stacked body was ample evidence to Karen that her child was rapidly becoming a man.
This, Karen thought, would not be the last time he invited himself into the bathroom while she soaked in the tub. She smiled lovingly up at Billy as she lay up to her neck in the warm water, her nakedness concealed from him by the thick blanket of soap bubbles. She wasn't angry with her son for being sexually interested in her this way. Instead she felt amused, and sympathetic, and flattered, and-she might as well admit it to herself-more than a little turned-on.
It had begun after her divorce from Frank a year ago, when Billy had found himself all alone in the suburban house with his gorgeous, blonde, thirty-six-year-old mom. Karen had always guessed that Billy would eventually develop some sexual interest in her. After all, her magnificent, long-legged, big-titted body had been driving men crazy for years.
What she hadn't guessed was how interested he'd become. At first she'd just noticed how often he looked at her body when they were eating dinner together or watching TV in the evening. Then Billy had started inviting himself into her bedroom, particularly when he knew his mother was wearing one of her more revealing negligees. Now it was the bathroom! Karen wanted to giggle as she imagined her son struggling for an excuse to talk to her while she soaked in the tub. Did he really think she wouldn't know he was there to look at her body?
Having a horny son, Karen supposed, was just another drawback to being beautiful. Girls had first started behaving jealously and bitchily around when she was Billy's age, when her enormous, cherry-nippled tits had first sprouted from her otherwise delicately-structured body, when her beautiful face and long, wavy, golden blonde hair had practically guaranteed her the title of Homecoming Queen. It had never been possible to have a platonic relationship with a man; all men, whether they admitted it or not, eventually wanted to fuck her. The problem had only worsened with age. No lines yet marred the angelic beauty of Karen's face; she was, if anything, even more desirable than she'd been in high school. And now her own son obviously wanted to fuck her too.
"I'm sorry," Billy mumbled, plainly embarrassed. His eyes darted from her face to the opaque covering of soap bubbles. "I just, you know, thought you'd be interested."
"I am interested, sweetheart," Karen said gently. "But do you really think it's proper to talk to your mother when I'm taking a bubble bath?"
"'Well, I'm sorry," Billy repeated defensively. "I you know ... I didn't think it was any big deal. I mean, I've seen you without clothes before."
Which, Karen knew, was a flagrant lie. He'd been trying to see her without any clothes, and thus far had failed every time. She looked up at her child, again watching his eyes dart to the blanket of bubbles. Suddenly she felt herself growing horny. Karen knew it was wrong, but she was beginning to wonder how Billy would react if she let him look at what he wanted to see so much.
"All right, Billy," she murmured. "As long as you're going to be so blas, about it, I guess there's no reason for me to dawdle in the tub."
Karen lifted her slender hips high enough to grasp the chain and pull out the rubber stopper. Then she just lay there, smiling sweetly up at her wide-eyed son as the bubble blanket receded steadily around her.
First, her enormous tits came into view, the bubbles clinging delicately to the firm, spongy, milk-white flesh of her huge tit-mounds, the water shining on the wide expanse of her stiff, crimson nipples. Billy wasn't even pretending to look at her face now; his eyes were glued to his mom's big tits. The water receded farther, revealing her slender, girlishly rounded waist, the flesh of her long, tapering, perfectly formed legs.
Finally Billy was staring directly at the heavily furred triangle sprouting on her lower belly, the triangle of pussy-hair that fringed the pouting pink lips of her very tight, juicy cunt. Karen rose to her feet in the tub, her enormous tits quivering firmly. She turned, letting Billy ogle her small, smooth ass-cheeks as she pretended to reach for a towel.
"Ummmphh! I can't quite reach it." Karen gestured at the towel rack. "Darling, as long as you're here, would you mind handing me a towel? I'd just as soon not drip water all over the floor."
"I ... I don't think I'd better," Billy mumbled.
Karen suppressed a giggle. Billy's face was very red now, and he was sitting on the toilet with his legs tightly crossed in his pajama bottoms, and his hands resting on his lap. I'll bet you don't want to stand up, Karen thought to herself.
"Oh, Billy, don't be ridiculous! Get me the towel!"
Billy hesitated a moment longer, then rose hastily and tried to keep his back to her as he picked a towel off the rack. But it was impossible, and now it was Karen's turn to ogle him.
"Why, Billy!" she whispered. "Good Lord!"
Billy could only squirm miserably, knowing exactly what his mother was referring to. The hard-on sticking through his pajama bottoms was so enormous that it had turned his whole crotch area into a flannel tent. Karen stared hypnotized at her son's bulging cock, feeling her pussy tingling as she realized that her child was obviously endowed with a simply huge prick. Never had she dreamed that her young, slender, innocent-looking son would be hung like this.
"I'm sorry," Billy mumbled sheepishly. His enormous hard-on throbbed through the pajama bottoms as he handed her the towel.
"I'll bet you are," Karen said distractedly, staring at his cock. "So you're used to looking at my body, are you, Billy? I think you'd better follow me into the bedroom, honey. It's time for us to have a nice, honest talk."
Billy followed his naked mother into her bedroom, blushing as he stared at her mouthwateringly rounded, protuberant ass-cheeks, his hugely-stiff prick leading the way. Karen sat on the edge of the bed, facing her child's crotch. She was trembling lightly, and she was vaguely aware that she had no intention of covering her nakedness now, and that her pussy felt very wet and hot. Something was going to happen, Karen realized suddenly. Something sinful and very wrong.
"Wh-what do you want to talk to me about, Mom?"
"You know perfectly well what I want to talk about, Billy. Pull down those pajamas!"
"But Mom!"
"I said, pull down your pajamas!" Karen insisted sternly. "Right now!"
His cheeks crimson, Billy obediently tugged down the bottoms and stepped out of them. Karen's mouth dropped open as she gazed at his naked cock. Why, it was a monster! At least nine inches long and as thick around as her wrist. How on earth could a child so young have a prick so big?
"Come closer, Billy. Right now!"
Billy obediently stepped up to the bed, the blood pounding in his cheeks and his cock at the same time. His huge fuck-rod was hard as stone, quivering in front of his stomach, his puffy, heart-shaped cockhead so bloated with jizz that it looked ready to burst. Karen gasped as she saw the milky drops of prick-juice already oozing out of his cock-tip. Why, his cock was so packed with spunk that it might start squirting all over her face!
"Billy, I want you to start being honest with me," Karen said. "For the past year you've done everything in your power to see me without my clothes on. And now you're standing in front of me with this simply enormous hard-on sticking out of your crotch. You want to fuck me, don't you, Billy? I'll bet that's all you ever think about when you look at me these days. You don't even care that incest is a sin, do you? All you know is that you want to put this big, stiff prick of yours up my pussy and squirt out all your hot cum."
Billy just gaped at her, shocked by the obscenities spewing out of her mouth. Karen realized that she was losing control of herself. Her pussy was throbbing and dripping now, and she couldn't restrain herself from wiggling her naked ass on the bed. Suddenly she felt her hand moving down, as if had a will of its own. Both of them gasped as she wrapped her fingers tightly around her son's enormous prick.
"Mom!" Billy gasped. "Wh-what're you doing?"
"I'm doing what you want me to do, Billy. This is what you want, isn't it?"
Karen started stroking his mammoth fuckpole, shuddering with pleasure as his meaty cockshaft throbbed on her palm.
"Oh. Mom!"
"Does this feel good, Son?" Karen jacked his cock faster. "Is this how you stroke your cock when you jack off. How often do you play with yourself, Billy? I'll bet you do it every day, don't you?"
"Yes," Billy gasped. "Oh, Mom, do it harder!"
"And you think about me when you stroke your cock, don't you, Billy?" Karen panted. "You think about Mommy's big, juicy tits, and you pretend you're fucking Mommy's tight little cunt. Billy, how can you fantasize about such shameful things? Don't you know it's a sin to want to fuck your own mother?"
Billy could only groan in response, biting his lip and wincing as his mother's strong, jacking fist made the milky cock juice bubble out of his piss-hole. Suddenly Karen knew that she was going to give head to her only child. Never in her life had she been so obsessively hungry for the taste of a long, stiff prick.
"All right, Billy," she panted, her huge tits shivering as she slid off the bed and knelt before him. "Mommy's going to give you what you want now. Just this one time."
Her words trailed off as she bent her head forward, planting her lips on the oozing, rosy crown of his throbbing prick. Karen made a whimpering sound as she thrust out her tongue, greedily digging it into his piss-slit. His drooling cock-juices were delicious. Busily, the naked mother started licking and kissing her son's mushroom-shaped cockhead, making his giant fuck-pole throb more urgently between her fingers.
"Do you want Mommy to suck on this big, stiff pisser of yours, Billy?" Karen purred. "I'll bet you think about that when you jack off, too, don't you? Tell me what you want, Billy. You want Mommy to suck the hot cum right out of your cock, don't you?"
"Suck it," Billy gasped. "Oh, please!"
Karen opened her mouth as wide as she could, making a loud, gurgling sound as she eagerly plunged her lips over the jutting hardness of his cock. Instinctively she shut her eyes, flaring her nostrils for air as she struggled to breathe around the thickness of his prickmeat. Hungrily, the naked mother wrapped her lips in a tight, wet circle around the veined stiffness of her child's cockshaft. Then she started sucking it, sucking it needfully, slurping and smacking greedily on the tasty stiffness of her boy's enormous prick.
Billy looked down at her in a trance, shocked and excited by the spectacle of his beautiful, naked mother with her mouth stuffed with hard cock. He dropped his hands to the crown of her head, curling his fingers in the long, wavy blonde tresses that were still wet from the bath. Then he started jerking his hips in a fast, urgent rhythm, nearly choking his mom as he struggled to cram his giant cock farther down her throat.
"Suck it, Mom!" he panted. "Oh, fuck, that feels so good! Ungghh! Oh, Mom, I never knew it felt so good to get my cock sucked! My prick's so hard now! Oh, Mommy, keep on sucking! I really want to cum!"
Suddenly Karen realized that her handsome young son was a virgin. If he'd never had his cock sucked before, it was a sure bet that he'd never savored the intense pleasure of sinking his throbbing fuckpole into some lucky young girl's buttery cunt. The thought that she was sucking a virgin prick made Karen even hornier, even more desperate to gulp down the hot, salty-tasting jizz pent up in his balls. Because she now knew that afterward she would have to give her child his very first fuck.
Eagerly Karen sucked her son's mammoth fuck-rod even harder than before, her whole face flushing pink with the torrid energy of the incestuous cock-sucking. Tirelessly she dragged her lips up and down his fat, rigid fuck shaft, moving the saliva-slickened oval from the center of his prick up to his puffy cock-tip.
More and more milky cock-juice was oozing out of his throbbing pisser, and she paused repeatedly she lapped the tasty cum off the swollen crown of his cock. Then she went back to her sucking, sucking her boy's huge fuck-tool harder and harder every moment. Her cheeks puckered sharply inward, increasing the suctioning sensation around his prick. Billy's cock throbbed violently on the roof of her mouth, and Karen knew that a great shower of spunk would soon be spewing down her throat.
"Mom, I'm gonna make it!" Billy gasped. "Oh, fuck, my cock's so stiff! It's never been this stiff before! It's tingling and everything! Oh, Mom, keep sucking me! Please!"
His wet, rosy cockhead pulsed on the roof of her mouth. Karen tightened her fingers around the root of his cock, the root that was so fat and stiff she could barely envelope it between her fingers. Then the cock-starved mother commenced a feverish hand-job, urgently beating his prickmeat up to her sucking lips.
The flush in her pretty cheeks brightened as she sucked his cock more passionately, finally slurping on her own son's massive fucker as hard as she could. Her fist was a blur as it jacked madly up and down his fuck-pole. Billy grunted and lunged forward, nearly choking his mom as he stabbed another inch of his prick down her throat.
Then his jizz started spewing, erupting from his open piss-hole in great, creamy lashings of cum. It was the thickest, stickiest, most delicious fuck-cream had ever tasted in her life. And it was exploding out of Billy's balls, drowning her in a seemingly endless torrent of cum.
The rich, milky fluid blasted down his mother's throat, again nearly gagging her as she struggled to swallow the huge shot of cum. The first gusher was followed by squirt after squirt of prick-juice, splattering all around the inside of her mouth, squirting obscenely across her tongue.