Chapter 1
As she stood in the bedroom doorway watching her son peel out of his clothes, Tracy Martin gave a. shocked little gasp.
Clutching a forgotten load of laundry in her arms, she stared as young Dell threw off his shirt and tore his jeans down in a swift, determined motion, letting his stiff cock spring into the air.
"Oh my God!"
Tracy's voice came out in a small, choked gasp when she saw his rigid young prick swing nakedly up above a hefty sagging ball-sac, surging from its downy nest of thick brown curls and wagging wildly out in front of him. He kicked the jeans aside and flopped onto his bed.
It had all happened too suddenly, before she could react. She'd walked into her son's room without bothering to knock, without even the slightest thought of interrupting a scene like the one that met her now. Literally caught in mid-step, she could only stand there gawking with wide eyes as Dell reached down and grasped his engorged cock in a tight first, "Oh, oh yeah! Yeah, yeah!"
He gave a hoarse groan and began to pump, oblivious to the fact that his mother had just entered the room and was watching the whole thing. His fingers rode rhythmically up and down the swollen shaft of his teenaged prick with long, squeezing strokes, wringing it in gleeful abandon. His athletic body bucked off the bed.
Within moments his fist was pistoning along the veined length of his cock in an unleashed fury, whipping across its surface with harsh urgent pulls as he hunched upward in spasms to meet each down-stroke.
Standing there open-mouthed and gaping in horror, Tracy saw it all in that first instant of numbed realization.
And in that same instant, her stunned gaze riveted on the huge shaft of cock-meat in Dell's pumping fingers.
It had been a long, long time since she'd seen a man's cock, any man's cock. A widow of the past eight years, the voluptuous blonde had almost forgotten just what a big, stiff cock looked like. In fact, having long since resigned herself to the lonely existence of a woman without a husband around the house to satisfy her, she'd given up any hope of ever seeing one again.
But now, caught in a confrontation so abrupt and unexpected that she couldn't avoid it, Tracy found herself staring in astonishment at the massive prick surging out of her own son's hand.
Its enormous thick length pushed from the grip of his fingers, swelling into a bloated knob of bulbed flesh that held her attention, freezing her to the spot.
And even in the midst of her shock she felt a pang of unmotherly sensation shoot through her cunt, an electric current of response racing from a long-hidden part of her.
Dell's cock was the biggest she'd ever seen in her life, ever bigger than his father's.
Acting on impulse, she dropped her laundry to the floor and walked forward, letting out a pent-up breath.
"Dell! Dell Martin, stop that this instant! Just what do you think you're doing, young man? That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen! Stop it, and I mean now!"
At first he didn't seem to hear, his attention totally focused on the scalding need that throbbed deep in his stiff prick.
Then his fist froze in mid-pump, and his body shuddered in a spasm of surprise. He twisted around to find his enraged mother towering over him, her face set in a wrathful glower and her blue eyes sparkling with a sharp glare of admonishment.
"Muhh, Mom!"
His eyes grew wide with surprise.
For a long moment they stared at each other in hesitant silence, neither of them quite knowing what to say next.
Finally Dell stumbled for words, his face flushing beet-red as he released his prick and let it flail into full view, stiff as a tree branch waving in a strong breeze.
"Mom, I, I didn't hear you come in! I was just, "
"I can see perfectly well what you were just! And let me tell you young man, you're not nearly as surprised as I am! Answer me, damn it! Beating yourself off like, like some kind of dirty little schoolboy! How could you?"
Astonished at the vehemence of her own words, she saw Dell's face scrunch with shame under her onslaught.
But at the same time she couldn't quite tear her eyes from the bloated teenaged cock that wagged and bobbed before her, so big and lush and tempting that its presence sent a shiver coursing through her.
"I'm sorry, Mom! I didn't mean to do anything wrong! It just sorta happened, that's all! I'm really sorry!"
"Sorry!" Trembling with confused emotions, Tracy cut off her son's abashed apology. "You didn't look very sorry just a minute ago when I stood at the door and watched you beating off! You didn't look one bit sorry until I stopped you! And as a matter of fact, I'm not so sure you're sorry even now. Just look at yourself, look at what you've done! That, that's simply disgraceful!"
Her glare turned to the spectacle of his still-engorged cock, driving her anger home with a frankness that had him blushing a fierce crimson in response.
By this time Dell was thoroughly mortified.
"Come on, Mom, it's not that bad! All the guys from school do it! It's not my fault if I get all, all tensed up like this! I just can't help it!"
The expression of pure embarrassment etched across his youthful face worked up a pang of sympathy within Tracy. He had a point, and they both knew it.
And at the same time, there was no hiding the sudden ache that pulsed deep in her long-unfucked pussy, simmering with a need of its own.
Making every effort to overcome her initial outrage, she answered in a slightly husky tone of mingled horniness and disapproval. "Well, it's wrong to do such a thing to yourself. And I don't care if all the other boys in town just beat themselves silly, I won't have any son of mine abusing himself that way! Do you understand me? Just look at what you've gotten started. Look at this!"
Her hand shot out and grasped his swollen prick, fingers circling around its rigid immensity in a tight grip. It was a thoughtless, automatic action. And it was a terrible mistake. Because as she stood there with her son's meaty young cock throbbing against her palm, Tracy felt a blast of fresh heat rip through her cunt with an intensity that made her gasp. The feel of his cock jolting in her hand was a sensation she hadn't known in years. It was all she could do to retain her motherly composure as she gave Dell's prick a sharp squeeze, making him gasp as well.
"Now do you see what you've caused? Really, you ought to be ashamed! And now that you've gotten yourself all excited and aroused like this, what are we supposed to do with you? Do you have any answers to that, young man?" Dell groaned, his eyes bulging wide as he gaped down at the sight of his mother's fist wrapped around his aching cock. His mouth opened and shut in wordless astonishment, as if he couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. Tracy realized that she'd gone too far. Everything had happened so fast, stirring up such an intense mixture of emotions inside her, that she'd simply gotten carried away by the presence of that lush slab of erect cock. She was Dell's mother, but she was a woman too. And it was the woman in her that shuddered with a ripple of pure arousal as she grasped that hard prick even tighter, feeling her pussy boil.
She couldn't seem to let go. For the first time in eight long years she found herself once again holding a man's stiff prick, totally aware of its thick shaft pulsing and twitching in her grip. She began to squeeze on its engorged length with a long stroking rhythm, riding her fist along Dell's fat cock-meat with thorough, milking tugs.
"Is this what it takes to satisfy you? Is this what I have to do to keep you from playing with yourself like some nasty, dirty little pervert? Answer me! Is this what you want?"
Her massaging hand rode up and down on his cock with an intimacy that turned Dell's reply into a gasp. Overwhelmed by the whole turn of events, he thrust instinctively at her fist. "Oh, oh Mom that, uhhh! Unngh!"
His eyes went glassy as he watched Tracy's fingers glide over his bloated prick, pumping from its nested base all the way up to the rim of its inflamed tip and back down again with increasing friction.
"Is that all you have to say, now that you've got me finishing what you started? Well, I suppose I should consider that at least some kind of an answer. And from the reaction I'm getting, I assume that means yes! All right, then. Since we've gone this far already, we may as well see it through to the end, just this once. Am I doing it the way you want, honey? Is this how you horny little boys like to have your cocks beaten off? It's been such a long time since I've done anything like this, I want to make certain I'm doing it right!"
She pumped his prick harder with each stroke. And all the while her gaze greedily devoured the prick that jolted against her fingers, its massive stiffness swelling even bigger as a glistening droplet of pre-cum oozed from the piss-hole.
Her pussy drooled more urgently than ever with the rich promise of jism that collected at Dell's cock-tip. The lips of her cunt flared apart beneath the confines of panties and slacks to let a gush of fuck-juices spill out, drenching her crotch with steamy arousal. Her pulse raced, and her mouth went dry. She clenched her son's cock so tightly that he groaned, thrusting beneath her grasp.
"Yeah, oh yeah, Mom, that really feels, uhh! Oh, yeah!"
Dell growled and arched off the bed to meet her hand. Totally overwhelmed by the whole chain of events that had taken place in the past minutes, he couldn't believe what was happening.
He was getting jerked off by his own mom.
His own mom!
And it felt fantastic!
As he thrust at her fist with growing fury, his balls began to swell. Everything had happened too fast. His cock ached to blast its pent-up jizz, throbbing with an urgency that he couldn't control.
Unable to hold back any longer, he cried out. "Oh, oh, Mom, I'm cumming! Cumming! Uuunnnnhhh!"
His youthful body bucked upward in a sudden surge of bliss, and his cock gave an explosive throb.
"Aaannngggh! Wuuuunnhh!"
Pumping harder than ever, Tracy saw it happen. She actually saw the first thick wad of cum arc out of his piss-slit and spurt across her bare arm. She saw a second geyser spew into the air in a long looping trail and splash over her fist.
A third jet of steamy jizz quickly followed, and a fourth and a fifth.
Her pussy melted in a gush of pure heat that no motherly pretense could hide. Mesmerized by the spectacle of her son's fountaining cock, she pounded her fist up and down the shuddering length of his cock-meat with all her might to wring every last glob of jism out of Dell's balls, until at last he sank back on the bed in a gasping, breathless heap.
His reddened prick continued to twitch in her cum-drenched fingers as she released a little gasp of excitement.
"There, I hope that satisfied you, young man! And I also hope you've learned a lesson from this episode! I, I certainly know I have, at any rate."
Giving his cock-shaft a last, lingering squeeze to milk the final drops of jizz out of it, she pulled her hand back.
"Now go take a shower and cool yourself off, and we'll both forget that this incident ever happened. Is it a deal?"
"Sure. Sure, Mom, anything you say."
Grinning from ear to ear in a mixture of frank relief and sheepish pleasure, Dell immediately got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He yelped playfully and dodged away as Tracy gave his bare ass a loving slap.
"Ow! Okay, I'm going, Mom! I'm going!"
Then he vanished from sight, scampering lightly down the hall.
A moment later the muted sizzle of the shower burst to life, and from where she sat, Tracy could hear him humming.
She looked down at her arm and hand, still not quite able to believe the wicked thing she'd just done.
Gooey splatters of jism looped along her flesh, blatant evidence of her unmotherly actions.
And in her present state, the sight of all that sweet cum was more than she could stand.
She acted without thinking, responding automatically to the unleashed desires that seethed inside her.
Raising her spunk-slickened arm to her lips, she flicked out her tongue to capture a thick wad of cock-cream.
The first swipe of her moist tongue collected a huge glob of Dell's sticky jizz. She swallowed, feeling it dribble hotly all the way down her throat.
It had been years since she'd tasted cum.
Almost before she realized what she was doing, Tracy licked again and again. She greedily gulped up the splashes of jizz that coated her arm, unable to stop herself.
Then, with a small whimper, she slumped back onto Dell's rumpled bed.
There was no fighting off the wave of excitement that coursed through her now, melting away any last trace of inhibition. In a single fluid motion, she tore at the elastic waistband of her slacks and shoved her cum-lathered hand straight for the frothy hole of her hot pussy.
Her fingers plunged into the thick fur of her cunt-bush and slid along the gaping lips of her cunt. They groped wildly across the sensitive bud of her erect dit and gouged into the groove of her pussy-slit without the slightest hesitation, as she arched to meet them.
"Ahhhh! Oh, yes, yesssss that's, owwhhh! Unnnhhhh!" Tracy cried out with delight as one finger fucked up the sopping trench of her pussy-hole. The heel of her hand smashed hard against her clit, grinding the stiff, hooded button as she began to fuck two fingers in and out, pumping deep into her overheated cunt-hole. It was an awful, perverted thing to do. She hadn't masturbated since her high school days. And even in her wildest fantasies she'd never even dreamed that she might find herelf doing such a disgusting thing on her own son's bed, in the middle of a summer afternon, with Dell under the shower just a short distance away.
Hunching up in delirious abandon and fucking her fingers up her wet cunt with harsh stabs, she let all the suppressed needs of the afternoon's episode come pouring out of her in a sobbing, ecstatic wail of sheer bliss.
"Yesssss! Oh, my baby, that's it! That's so good! Do it to me just like that! Harder, harder! Aaaaahhhhh!"
Her voluptuous body quaked and humped in wild spasms as her fingers fucked up her cunt with increasing fury. Her free hand swooped up under the confines of blouse and bra to clutch at her large tits, her fingers clawing those big lush mounds and plucking at the swollen spikes of her inflamed nipples as she soared toward climax in a blind frenzy.
Within mere moments she was on the verge of an orgasm, her dazed mind reeling with the sharp image of Dell's exploding cock as she finger-fucked her pussy to an explosion of its own.
No amount of fingering could ever match the real thing. But in her present state of mind, Tracy was like a woman possessed. In her lust-hazed thoughts, it was Dell's vibrant young cock twisting and lurching inside her, fucking her to a completion she'd almost forgotten could exist. It was his luxuriant young prick that shot its precious load of jism deep into her long-unfucked pussy, filling her to the brim.
No longer bound by even a twinge of motherly repression, she soared to orgasm in a heaving mass of utter sensuality. Her body bucked off the bed, and her voice rose to a gurgling scream.
She came hard, writhing in a series of shudders as her climax ripped through her again and again. Clenching the turgid button of a fat nipple and fucking her cum-soaked fingers deep in the chute of her cunt-hole, she sopped up every fresh spasm of release, until at last they had all been worked out of her.
Then she sank back in sobbing rapture, her head lolling and her blue eyes fluttering as reality slowly seeped in once more.
Down the hall, Dell soaped himself up and hummed a song, unaware of the hot-cunted woman who lay trembling on his bed.
At last, temporarily sated, Tracy pulled both slickened fingers from her cunt and rose.
She straightened her rumpled clothing. Hastily walking out of his room and slipping downstairs to start supper, Tracy knew that the whole incident had been a terrible mistake.
It should never have happened at all. But since it had, her only alternative was to pretend it hadn't.
But as she went about her usual routine of preparing supper, Tracy could think of nothing else.
And all the while her pussy continued to tingle as a constant reminder.