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Gasping like an asthmatic, he stopped and delicately pushed her legs apart just a tiny bit. Wanting to spread her legs apart wider, he stopped himself and started pulling her panties down. Then with a fiery shock, he saw the crotch of her panties wetly sticking to her woman-place. Just the idea of his mother being wet in that place was enough to make him almost loose control and shoot off. He couldn't believe how totally erotic and wicked it was to see her place so wet that it had completely soaked through her panties. My God, he thought, she must be having a wet dream. Then with an overpowering urgency to see her vagina, he roughly tugged her panties down her legs and off over her feet. Tossing the panties atop the other clothes, he anxiously stared down between his mother's legs. Although she was now naked, her womanhood was still concealed by her lush forest of pubic hairs. Staring hard, Justin thought he could vaguely make out the wet cleft of pink flesh sparkling through her hair in the dim light. Then he felt an evil impulse come over him, and he couldn't fight the dark urge to see her vagina completely exposed.

Bending down over her, he took hold of her thighs and ever so slowly began to force her legs farther and farther apart. As he did, the soft pinkness in between her legs became more and more visible as her womanhood slowly blossomed open like the petals of a beautiful pink flower. Then all at once, he saw the soft, pink folds of her vaginal lips gape open, unmasking his mother's most sacred of places. Spellbound, he stared down into the soft, glistening wetness of her gaping vagina for what seemed like hours. Then as he continued to gape at her ripe wetness, he suddenly felt as sharp pain lance through his balls. Groaning, he tore his eyes away from her sinful wickedness just in time to avert a disastrous eruption. Trying to think of something else for a moment, he found his eyes immediately drawn back to the gleaming wetness of her soft womanhood lying before him. He suddenly had an overpowering urge to touch the shocking beauty of her deep, seeping love wound. His mind and body had been taken over by some wicked demon and there was nothing he could do could stop the impulse. He knew that he would go to hell for doing it, but not even the threat of being plunged into a lake of everlasting fire brimstone could stop him. Justin slowly reached down to his mother's obscenely exposed vagina. Closer and closer he came, until at last he felt a flash of electricity shoot up his arm, paralyzing it as his finger finally touched the soft, pouting wetness of her beautiful womanhood. Straining to keep from spurting his boiling seed out into the air, he fought to move his arm but couldn't. He was paralyzed for several moments as wicked, evil thoughts churned through his mind. Finally, the feeling returned to his hand and he slowly ran his finger around the soft, smoothness of the fleshy lips surrounding her fiery slit. Unknown to Justin, his mother was dreaming that she was being chased by a giant cock and it had finally caught her. Waiting fearfully, she watched the gigantic prick slowly ease itself up to her pussy. Then suddenly, she felt it touch her.

Overcome by excitement, Justin gently explored the hot, dripping opening of her vagina with his finger.

Susan could feel the giant penis slowly working its way around the fleshy opening of her aching vagina as she waited breathlessly for it to enter her.

Finally, Justin slowly slid his long, thick middle finger down into the hot, clinging wetness of his mother's slavering love wound. Susan suddenly felt the great penis slide into the hot, itching channel of her vagina. The touch felt so real, she didn't know if it was a dream or real and found herself struggling toward consciousness. Seeing his mother stir and her eyes trying to flicker open, Justin quickly jumped up and reached for the switch to the night-light. Groggily opening her eyes, Susan was shocked to see a man standing by her bed. She didn't see his face as her eyes were instantly drawn down to his gigantic penis jutting out at her. She had never seen a penis so large and powerful. Then just as she was just lifting her eyes up to look at his face the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

She hadn't had time to see who it was that owned such a beautiful monster.

Justin saw his mother's eyes open just as he touched the light switch. Her eyes had immediately gone down to his penis and then started up his body just as he flipped the switch. He was afraid to move. He hoped that she hadn't seen his face, but there was no way he could know.

The lights had gone out too quickly. Susan hadn't had a chance to see whom it was standing by her bed. Trying to part the drunken fog she found herself in, she could only remember that she had been out with Gloria's friend. She couldn't even remember his name now. The real scary part was how had he gotten into her room. She didn't remember inviting him into the house and for some reason she vaguely thought his penis was much smaller than the colossus she had just seen. Maybe she was just so drunk, she had forgotten about inviting him into her house and as horny as she was it didn't surprise her. Whatever, she decided, she wasn't going to pass up a chance to have his big, beautiful cock inside of her aching pussy.

Blindly, she groped out for the giant man-thing that had been pointed at her when the lights went out.

Afraid to move, Justin stood still as he heard his mother's bed creak. Paralyzed with fear and shame, he stood by her bed hoping that she would go back to sleep. What would she do if she caught him in her room?

Then without warning, he felt something brush against his jutting manhood. Before he had a chance to react, he suddenly felt his throbbing cock grabbed by his mother's hot, clenching hand. He felt like he had just been doused with a blast of icy cold water as he realized his mother had her hand wrapped around his throbbing penis. "Oh, Please make love to me," she gushed, pulling on his giant cock. Justin felt like his heart would stop beating at any second as his mother impatiently pulled on his painful manhood. Cursing himself for getting into such a predicament, he didn't know what to do. She must not have seen his face, he thought as he wondered how to get out of the dilemma he had gotten himself into.

"Please, make love to me, please," he heard his mother beg again as he stood by the bed, paralyzed with fear and indecision while she continued to pull on his cock.

How could he live with himself if he did what she wanted, he thought as he heard the bed creak again.

Then he gasped in disbelief as he felt his mother wrap both hands around his bounding maleness. He couldn't let it happen, he thought. Somehow he had to stop her.

Then, his mind went numb with shock as he felt his cock being enveloped in his mother's hot, wet, sucking mouth.

There was no way he could stop the gigantic gusher of thick, hot cum that came shooting up from his balls and spewing out into her mouth. "UNHGGGGRRPPPPHHHHHH," he growled, trying to disguise his voice as much as he could under the circumstances. Then another spasm of pleasure tore through his cock as it jerked wildly and sent another great geyser of his thick, virulent boy-cream into his mother's hot, slurping mouth.

It felt to him like she was sucking his life's essence out through his cock as she sucked on him harder and harder. As she sucked, his cock lurched and jerked again and again, spurting gusher after gusher of his heavy, egg-laden semen into her mouth. It came pouring out of him like water out of a broken water main. Ten times it jumped and erupted, then fifteen, then twenty. He couldn't make it stop as it continued to buck and spit out his life's cream.

Then, at last when it felt like she was going to suck his balls inside out, he finally stopped cumming in her mouth.

Having taken every drop of the thick, viscid cum that had poured out of the man's huge cock, Susan quickly moved her head back. Letting the giant cock slip out of her mouth, she laid back down and spread her legs apart. Reaching out, she dug her long, sharp fingernails into the man's back and pulled him down on top of her.

"Hurry, put it in me and we'll make it hard again," she cooed to him, not knowing that her son had just emptied his balls into her mouth. Still weak from his orgasm, Justin couldn't stop himself from falling on top of his mother as she pulled him down onto her. Even as he fell, he felt his mother urgently guiding his shrinking manhood down to the hot, weeping gash between her legs. Powerless to stop himself now, he gave up any hope of escaping and struggled up to his hands and knees over her. Crawling up between her outstretched legs, he could feel her urgency as he let her lead them down the fiery path to their doom. It seemed to take all night for her to guide his cockhead down to her waiting vagina. But at last, he felt his hypersensitive cockhead slip down into the hot, drooling wetness of her gaping love pit.

"Oh, God, you're huge," she moaned as she felt his massive cock knifing down into her pussy. Unknowingly, she let her son's great, dense man-weapon slowly penetrate the hot, clinging wetness of her vagina, spreading and stretching her to her limit. She couldn't believe how big the monster was as it cut deeper and deeper into her aching love wound. Then, just when she felt like her cunt would burst, she felt the man's hairy belly grind up against her belly as his hot, dangling balls slapped against her upturned butt.

"Oh, you've filled me to the brim with your huge, wonderful wand," she gushed appreciatively.

Although his cock had started to shrink immediately after he had cum in her mouth, it was now rapidly regenerating itself.

"Oh, My God," she gasped as she felt him growing larger inside her, "you're getting bigger and harder."

After a few moments, Justin felt his giant cock had regained most of it hardness and he slowly withdrew it from his mother's hot, slavering scabbard. Then he began to fuck her with long, deep strokes.

"Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, I Love it," she muttered as she lifted her long, shapely legs up, making herself even more vulnerable to the deep, plunging thrusts of his cock, "Oh, Yes, Baby, Fuck me like that."

She could feel the man's ripeness growing harder inside of her as they fucked. Even in her drunken state, she felt herself being quickly whisked along the path toward an unbelievable climax. Never had she felt a penis fit her to such perfection. It was as if it had been designed specifically for her vagina. Although it was huge, it fit her perfectly. She couldn't have designed one that fit her more exquisitely.

Needing to feel the ethereal rush of pleasure that she knew would come with her orgasm, she dug her heels into the man's bounding ass, urging him to fuck her harder and faster.

Justin responded to her coaxing and began to drive his revived hardness into her deeper and faster with each stroke.

"Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes," she panted as he continued to pound his cock into the sopping heat of her wet, slippery pit.

Both of them could feel the impending implosion of pleasure as it grew closer and closer.

Suddenly, it was on them like a b**st of the jungle attacking its prey.

"Oh, FUCK, I'M CUMMMMIIIINNNNN," she groaned as her body began to writhe and shake underneath her son.

But even as she shuddered and shivered under him, he felt his cock lurch and send out a huge, gelantious spurt of his white-hot cum deep inside her burning socket.

Wrapping her arms around him, she ground her pussy up into his thrusting belly, taking every last bit of his spurting maleness into her pussy.

"Oh, Give, It, All, To, Me, Oh, Yes," she whispered, nibbling on his ear at the same time.

Trying to please her, he drove his cock into her again and again, each time releasing another geyser of his white-hot cum deep inside her clenching cunt.

It seemed like they had been climaxing for an hour, but at last the final ecstatic tingle coursed through their bodies announcing the end of their orgasms.

Unable to hold himself up, Justin tried to roll off her, but instead flopped down half on and half off her with his cock still imbedded inside her.

The alcohol in her system suddenly took over once again and within moments, she was fast asleep again.

She was so far gone this time, she didn't even feel her son slowly pull his shrunken, drained manhood out of her sopping cunt. Nor did she see him slink out of the room like a beaten puppy.

Skulking down to his room filled with shame, he stepped into his room and closed the door. Filled with disgust and repulsion for what he had just done, he went into his bathroom and turned on his light. Looking at himself in the mirror, he was surprised that his looks hadn't changed. He was so ashamed of what he had done, he thought that he would see some difference in his appearance. After all, now he was a mother-fucker. But the boy staring back at him, looked the same as he always had.

Maybe he had dreamed it, he thought until he looked down at his dangling cock. It was still wet with her juices and a tiny little dribble of cum dangled from the head of his cock. Apparently the remains of their love-making. How could he have done what he did, he asked himself as he grabbed a towel and tried to wipe all the evidence of their sin from his shrunken cock... It seemed to take forever, but finally his cock showed no signs of their indiscretion. After cleaning himself up, he trudged back to his bed and laid down. Lying there, remembering what it had been like to make love to his mother, he thought he would never be able to go to sleep. But finally, exhaustion won out and he fell asleep again.

It was almost nine o'clock before Susan woke up the next morning. The instant she woke, she knew that she had not been an angel the night before. Her head ached and her mouth felt like someone had been walking in it in a pair of combat boots. Running her tongue around inside her mouth, she suddenly became aware of the lingering taste of semen mixed in with the awful taste of leftover booze. Opening her eyes, she slowly turned her head to see if there was anyone in bed with her. Thankfully there wasn't. Lying there, she tried to think back to the events of the previous night, but she could only vaguely remember bits and pieces of what had happened.

She had some indistinct memory of masturbating Anthony in the back seat of someone's car. But why would she have semen in her mouth, she didn't remember sucking him. It didn't make sense. Then as she moved, she felt the sticky, clinging remains of man's deposit covering her groin. Then she had a strange feeling inside of her vagina. It felt as if she had been stretched her to the limit. It was quite obvious that she had made love to someone the night before, but she couldn't remember who it was.

Then she dimly remembered a man in her bedroom. She could remember the man had a huge penis and she had sucked him off. That was how she got the semen in her mouth. Then they had made love. She couldn't believe that she had been so drunk that she had invited a man into the house while Justin had been there. How stupid could she be? What if he had caught her in the act, she shuddered. She must be more careful in the future, she thought as she groggily sat up. Sitting on the edge of the bed wishing she hadn't drunk so much the night before, she saw her clothes lying on the foot of her bed.

Someone had taken the time to fold them neatly and put them in a neat stack on her bed. The whole thing was getting stranger by the minute, she thought as she cursed her lack of memory. Finally, after a few more moments of unsuccessful memory searching, she shook her head and struggled to her feet. Looking around for more clues, she didn't see any more surprises. Her head throbbing painfully made her trip into the bathroom seem to take forever...

Some of her memory returned and she remembered that it was Sunday. Then she recalled that she had several errands to run. Trying to shake her headache, she took a couple of aspirins and stepped into the shower.

After dressing, she hurried down to Justin's room to tell him that she had to go out. Seeing his door ajar, she peeked inside and was shocked to find him lying on his bed naked. Starting to step back in shock, she saw his eyes were closed and realized that he was still asleep.

Stopping for a moment, she looked back into his room. Knowing that it was wrong, she still couldn't keep her eyes off his dormant manhood. She couldn't believe her eyes. What had happened to her little baby, she wondered as she stared at his giant penis. Even soft, Justin's penis was bigger than most men's were hard.

After a few moments, she came to her senses and blushing she looked away from the sleeping monster. Ashamed of herself for even looking at him, she stepped back out and softly closed his door. Funny, she thought, but she had an uneasy feeling that there was something vaguely familiar about his penis, but she hadn't seen him naked in years. The last time she had seen his thing, it was a little boy's penis, not the huge monster that it was now. Blushing even more, she rushed down the stairs. She could feel her face burning with embarrassment as she stopped in the kitchen. Grabbing a pencil, she quickly wrote a note to let Justin know where she was. It read:

Justin,

I just wanted to thank you for last night. It was wonderful. If I had only known sooner, I would have done it sooner. I'm ready to do it again, as soon as I can. I've got some errands to run today. I should be back home around six-thirty. I can't wait to be with you. Hope you have a nice day. I will knowing that I have you with me.

Love and Kisses,

Mom

Leaving the note propped up against the salt shaker, she rushed out of the house, her face still warm with shame.

Finally Justin woke up. sleepily looking down at his watch and saw that it was one-thirty. Wow, I almost slept all day, he thought to himself as he stretched and yawned. Why had he slept so long, he wondered.

Then suddenly, like being doused with a bucket of ice water, the events of the previous night came rushing back to him with terrifying clarity. A cold sweat popped out on his forehead as he thought about how close he had come to getting caught.

He knew that what he had done had been destructively wicked, but even now he could feel his manhood hardening as he thought about it. Did his mother know it was him, he wondered fearfully. Maybe she did. But maybe she didn't want for him to know how despicable she thought he was. He knew that the suspense of not knowing would drive him crazy. He would have to find out one way or the other.

After lying in bed thinking about it for the longest time, he finally got up and slowly got dressed. Steeling himself for the worst, he reluctantly set out to walk down to his mother's room. Seeing her door open, he fearfully peeked inside. A rush of relief washed over him when he saw that she was gone.

Looking around her room, he saw that little had changed from the previous night. Strangely, her clothes were still lying in the neat little pile at the foot of her bed where he had put them. Walking over to her bed, he looked down and was appalled to see the dried, crusty patches of his cum on the sheets.

It was a strange feeling to know that it was his cum and he had put it there while he had been fucking his mother. Then, he caught a wisp of the haunting fragrance of her perfume. It was indistinct and mixed with her other womanly smells, but just smelling her again was making him horny. Then to his dismay, he felt himself growing hard again. Shamefully, he turned and quickly left the room.

As he started down the stairs, he suddenly realized that he was starving. Hurrying down to the kitchen, he started for the refrigerator when he saw the note on the table. Curious, he walked over to it and picked it up. Seeing that it was in his mother's handwriting, he had a sudden feeling of dread. Fearfully, he read it.

My God, he thought to himself as he reread her note, she must have known. He couldn't believe it, but he read it again and still came up with the same conclusion. Still he pondered the note and read it one more time, just to be sure as he went over it sentence by sentence I just wanted to thank you for last night. What else could she be thanking me for last night, he wondered. We only talked about her going out on a date and that was no big deal. She had to be talking about making love.

It was wonderful. What else could she be talking about? It was wonderful for him, too and it must have been for her, too, he thought excitedly.

If I had only known sooner, I would have done it sooner. Does that mean that she liked me so much that if she had known we could have been making love before? What else could it mean? Oh, God, I can't believe how lucky I am, he rejoiced silently.

I'm ready to do it again, as soon as I can. She wants to do it again. God, does she really want to do it again. She must. Oh, I want to make love to her again too. God, I wish she was here right now so we could do it. God, I can't believe it, he thought as his penis began to throb at the prospect of making love to her again. I should be back home around six-thirty. I can't wait to be with you again. She should be home around six-thirty and she wants to be with me, again. She wants to be with me when she gets home. She wants to do it again tonight when she gets home.

Love and Kisses. He felt a thrill tear through his penis. She wants to kiss and make love. Oh, it's wonderful, he drooled as he read the note one more time. The interpretation, now set in his mind was only reinforced every time he reread the note.

The hunger he had felt earlier was now gone, but he forced himself to make a sandwich and eat it. Taking her note into the recreation room, he reread it over and over again as he tried to watch a football game. Unable to concentrate on the game, he tried to figure out what he should. As he did, his mind kept going over the contents of the note, cementing his interpretation of its intent permanently into his mind. Wishing his mother hadn't left for the day, he kept glancing down at his watch every couple of minutes. Fidgeting and fretting on the couch, he finally unzipped his pants and pulled his giant cock out. Gently stroking the hardened monster, he thought back to the night before and wondered what it would be like making love to his mother with the lights on. Would she be shy and awkward or would she be comfortable and confident. He couldn't believe that he was even thinking these thoughts when a day earlier the thought of making love to her had never crossed his mind.

Finally, he saw that it was five-thirty. Only one hour to wait, he thought as he bounded up the stairs to his room, his giant cock bouncing up and down in front of him like a broken spring.

In his room, he slipped his clothes off and hurried into his shower. Turning the water on as hard and as hot as he could stand it, he spent the next fifteen minutes thoroughly rubbing and washing every pore of his body. He wanted to be pristinely clean for his mother. Lastly, he lathered up his great cock and began stroking it as hard as he could. With the giant clenched in his fist, he beat it up and down harder and harder until he felt his cum almost reach the boiling point. Then, just before his cock erupted, he stopped and leaned back against the shower wall, looking down at it as it pulsated up and down wildly, still threatening to explode at any second. Finally, he regained control and stood under the water letting it wash away the thick, soapy lather off his jutting cock.

Finally able to trust his cock not to explode, he stepped out and grabbed a towel. Drying off most of the water, he picked up his watch and saw that he had only twenty minutes to wait before his mother returned. Splashing his face with aftershave lotion, he giggled drunkenly as he grabbed a dry towel and confidently strolled down the hall to his mother's room. Taking her blow dryer out of her bathroom, he plugged it in next to her bed. Picking up his mother's clothes, he neatly set them down on her dressing stool. Walking back to the bed, he pulled the bedspread down. Then he brazenly crawled onto her bed and sat down in the middle of it. Vainly striking several different poses, he tried to picture the way his mother would like to see him when she walked in. At last, he decided on a pose with the towel d****d over one leg and his thick, turgid cock fully exposed and lying d****d over the other leg. Glancing at his watch nervously, he saw that he only had ten minutes to wait as he flicked on the blow dryer and began drying his hair.

The loud whine of the blow dryer hid the sound of his mother returning and he was unaware that she had come back.

Setting her purse and a sack of groceries on the table, Susan saw that Justin had gotten her message as the note was gone. Smiling, she stepped out of the kitchen and stopped in front of the mirror. Looking at herself in the mirror, she gently fluffed up her hair before strolling over to the stairs. She carried a single red rose in her hand for Justin to thank him for his support the previous night. Smiling happily, thinking how nice it was to have such a son, she started up the stairs.

Half way up the stairs, she realized that the sound of the blowdryer was coming from her room. That was strange, she thought. Why would Justin be using her blowdryer when he had his own. Maybe his was on the blink, she thought to herself as she walked down the hall toward her room.

Seeing that the door was open, she smiled and stepped into her bedroom.

Her mouth fell open in stunned astonishment as she saw her son sitting in the middle of her bed, stark naked and blow-drying his hair.

"OH, MY, FOR GOD'S, WHAT IN THE NAME OF, OH MY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she was finally able to blurt out, her face burning a bright crimson. "What, UH, WHAT, YOU MEAN THAT YOU DIDN'T, UH, OH MY GOD, YOU DON'T REMEMBER," he gasped, grabbing at the towel and jerking it over his towering penis.

"WHAT IN HEAVEN'S NAME DO YOU MEAN?" she gasped.

"YOU REALLY DON'T REMEMBER," was all he could foolishly repeat.

"OH, MY GOD, IT COULDN'T BE," she groaned as realized what he was insinuating.

No wonder her son's gigantic penis had looked vaguely familiar that morning.

Feeling her knees start to buckle, she stumbled back against the wall and leaned against it to keep from falling.

"God, MOM, I'm sorry," Justin apologized profusely, not knowing what to do or say, "I thought your note meant, uh, meant that you knew."

"Knew what?" she fearfully asked, not wanting to hear what she knew he was going to say and hoping against hope that he wouldn't confirm what she suspicioned.

"Oh, God, I don't know how to say it," he groaned in misery. "Does it have to do with last night?" she asked, panic starting to control her.

"Yes," he said softly, not knowing how to tell her.

"Was... Was... Did we... Did we... ," she stammered, not able to pronounce the words.

"Yes," he cried out, "I'm so sorry, Mom."

"Oh, My God," she wept, "I've ruined you."

"Oh, Mom, it wasn't your fault," he sobbed, scrambling to his feet.

As he stood, he forgot his towel and it dropped to the floor and his swollen, rigid manhood bounded into view once again.

"Oh, Shit," he grunted, reaching down and grabbing the towel. Wrapping it around his waist, he rushed over to his mother.

"I thought you knew by the way your note read," he sniffled, stepping up to her and hesitantly wrapping his arms around her.

"No, I didn't," she cried, reluctantly letting him take her into his arms, "I was so drunk I didn't remember what happened."

"God, I'm so sorry, I could die," he muttered, pulling her to him and slowly leading her back over to the bed.

"What's done is done, I guess," she sobbed, letting him ease her down onto the bed.

"I'm so sorry that it happened," he tried to comfort her, "but it was wonderful, Mother,"

"We can't ever let it happen again," she mumbled emphatically as he pulled her to him tightly.

"I know, but," he gulped, painfully aware of how aroused he was. "It was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me." He mumbled, stunned by how he could be so excited just by her nearness.

"Yes, My, but we can't do it, ever again. NEVER." she explained to him as she looked down and saw his penis jutting up underneath the towel wrapped around his waist.

"It was a terrible, terrible thing we did and we must never, ever do it again," she said emphatically, "Do you understand?"

"I know, Mother," he groaned, in agony.

He was being torn apart inside. One part of him wanted to obey her but another part of him wanted to make love to her again.

Then he felt something inside of him snap. He had to make love to her again or die. The need was so overpowering, he knew that he couldn't control it. As he was consumed by the unholy desire for her, he felt himself lusting for her but loving her too.