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He swallowed hard, and she took his large, warm hand in hers; his apparent nervousness brought out the nurturing mother in her.
"Oh, sweetie. It's okay. I promise. Please don't be shy or feel bad or afraid. It's just two people who care very deeply for each other, wanting to express that intimately. The best sex really is love and physical pleasure. It will be our little secret, darling. I promise. No one else need ever know."
She placed her hand gently under his chin and lifted his bashful, downcast eyes up to hers.
"Don't you want to make love to me, darling?" she asked.
"Oh my god. Yes, so much," came the quick response. "But... "
"But what?" she continued, with restrained excitement.
"I... I don't want to hurt you."
His concern was so genuine, it was all Nicole could do not to smother him with tender, motherly kisses.
"Oh, sweetheart, please don't worry about that," she said, playfully tapping the end of his nose with her finger. "You let me worry about that, okay?"
Nicole reached down between her son's parted thighs, doing her best to grasp his dozen stiffening inches of forearm-thick cock with her overmatched hand.
"My god, Robert - is that all really you??!!"
Indeed, it was. She ran her fingers along the length of it, a good half-way to his knee. At the halfway point, she gave the fat shaft a gentle squeeze.
"My goodness," she said slowly, genuinely wide-eyed.
Robert carefully assessed his mother's reaction, for this was the moment when most women blanched at the idea of continuing much further; such was the degree of nervousness and fear that invariably followed a closer, more firsthand inspection of his expanded endowment. His albeit limited sexual experience had taught him that women's eyes were almost always bigger than their pussies at the moment of truth. But he would not have to wait long for his fears to be dispelled.
"Pardon my language, darling, but good fucking gaawd!!"
"Does it turn you off or scare you?" he asked sheepishly.
"Oh, my darling, no. It doesn't turn me off. Quite the contrary."
"It makes me a little nervous, I'll admit to that," she added breathlessly. "You have by far the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life. I mean it's positively gigantic. But no, it's definitely not a turn-off."
Looking down, her hand slowly stroking the shaft, she gasped out loud once more.
"My fingers don't even reach all the way around it," she observed incredulously, as if she were speaking to herself. She began to lovingly draw her grip up and down the immense length of it; staring at it, amazed.
"My goodness, you're beautiful," she gushed. "Would it be alright if mommy tried to put it in her mouth?" she asked. Robert nodded in silence.
Nicole slowly kissed her way down her son's slim torso past his navel, kissed the side of the shaft, then enveloped the massive head with her sensual lips. Robert's head arched back when her warm mouth and wet tongue first tasted the tip of his hardening monster. The head was so big she had to be careful not to draw her teeth across it.
Watching his reaction, she suckled the huge head, then spread her lips and attempted more. With her lips stretched almost comically, and her tongue forced against the bottom of her mouth, she managed several more inches. Robert looked on in quiet admiration at his mother's willingness to repeatedly gag herself on his erection.
Now straddling her son, with both hands pumping the shaft, she began to eagerly suck his giant cock in earnest. Saliva began to build up in her mouth, and his size was such that she was rather helpless to do anything about it. Consequently, copious amounts of spit began oozing from her lips and trickling down over her fingers. Her pace quickened, her head began to bob, and the head of Robert's erection began bumping against the back of her throat. She moaned as she tried valiantly to accommodate more and more of him in her mouth.
Despite her best efforts, she could only manage a small fraction of it. Still, her wanton enthusiasm continued to shock Robert. He'd never experienced a woman so eager to pleasure him orally, not even Helen. The sight of his mother, a woman in her fifties, sucking his cock so hungrily, left him in awed rapture.
She held his face with her hand and drew his eyes to hers.
"Sweetie, I want you to put it inside me... now," she said.
Robert, though sexually primed as only a young man can be, still did his best to restrain his lust. This was his mother. He loved her dearly, but his unusual size was ruinous to women's pussies - this he knew - and he did not relish the idea of causing the object of his deepest affection pain.
Are you sure?" he asked one last time.
"The lubrication," she whispered softly, eyeing the tube on the ledge by the headboard.
Robert dutifully reached for it.
"Smear it over the shaft and head," said Nicole.
When she practically begged him to make love to her, he positioned himself between her legs and laid his enormous weapon across her belly. Her eyes widened yet again when she looked down and observed that it extended beyond her navel. From her point of view, the incongruity of something so large fitting inside her gave her pause. With his strong hands resting atop her raised knees, she reached down and stroked it lovingly; marvelling at its punishing dimensions.
"My God, I so want you inside me," she gushed, as if surprised by her own courage. "I don't know if I can handle all of it, but I so want to try. I want it to fit; and as long as we're patient and take our time, I think it will," she said. "But even if I cry out, please don't stop. Promise me that if I cry out that it's too big, you will keep trying, darling. There will be pain. But don't let that stop you."
She placed his thumb inside her mouth, suckling it with raw passion. Then, taking his hands in hers, she spat several times into her son's palms. Robert worked her spit over the already well-lubricated shaft of his gigantic cock, making it slick.
Nicole's breathing became more pronounced in anticipation of what would doubtless be a difficult penetration; her large-breasted chest rose and fell as her young son, gripping his penis with both hands, pointed the tip towards her narrow point of entry. Robert slowly began drawing the tip up and down between the petals of his mother's moist flower; gently priming it for the pending assault.
"Are you ready, mom?" he asked. She nodded and, gripping the front of his shaft tightly with both hands, Robert leaned forward and slowly started tried to push the head inside.
Not immune to signals or body language - in fact being quite sensitive to them - he noticed Nicole clench the bed sheets tightly with both hands. He heard the quick intake of breath and watched as she closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing. After three of four unsuccessful attempts, she managed to relax enough that the head finally disappeared between her stretched labial lips.
"Holy fuck, that thing is huge," she whimpered, no longer mindful of sounding like a proper lady. "Go slow, okay, sweetie? That thing could really hurt me."
Despite not wanting to inflict pain, and going out of his way not to be a brute, Robert nevertheless quietly enjoyed the rush of being able to overwhelm women as he could. His own mother was no exception; decades older and far more sexually experienced, yet clearly dizzy and breathless from his size.
Having gained the head, he began slowly applying more and more pelvic force to his probing and stretching. Nicole's labial lips were soon stretched taut; dilated to the max by his 'pop can' girth. With gentle rocking, and slow, incremental gains, he eventually fit a respectable four or five inches inside her.
"Oh. My. Gawd!" she gasped; mouth agape; eyes rolling back in her head. "It’s so big!!"
She continued to whimper and pant as her young son gained more and more ground. Each time progress was made, he would stop and allow her to breathe and relax. At one point, she raised her head and looked down, wincing, to observe the intensely erotic site -- her son's enormous cock slowly disappearing between her matronly thighs; his firm stomach muscles taut and beautiful.
In truth, even at that moment, she still felt somewhat self-conscious about the fleshy deposits in her thighs, hips, and behind in comparison to her young son's unblemished body, but they were beyond that now. They were secret lovers now.
"Oh my god," she hissed through gritted teeth. "You're so fucking deep."
After accommodating more than half of his massive sex, Nicole sounded almost faint; and after what seemed to them like an eternity of slow, measured progress, Robert felt the head bump against his mother's cervix. She had topped out with a half dozen thick inches to spare.
Feeling more confident and excited that they might actually be able to make love properly, he became more verbally expressive. After allowing his mother time to adjust, he withdrew to the tip then buried his fat battering ram back inside her snatch in one full delivery. He knew just when to pull back to avoid hitting her cervix again, but Nicole still almost barked from the greater force of it.
"You feel that mom," he asked. "Feel all that cock inside your little pussy?"
"Oh god, yessss," groaned a weakened Nicole in response. "I've never... It's so... You're stretching my pussy, filling me. I feel like a virginal young girl again!"
On each in-stroke, Robert's cock was so thick that his mother's labia lips folded inward, almost disappearing; causing her clit to rub against the top ridge of his shaft. Conversely, with each out-stroke, she felt as though he might take her delicate insides with him.
Robert's pace began to build momentum; his in-and-out thrusts becoming faster and more forceful. Nicole's nails dug deeply into his forearms and made him wince.
"That's a good boy," she offered encouragingly. "Fuck me."
The pain came in waves, but Nicole was determined not to surrender. With Robert's cock, pumping now, reaching battering ram force, she bit her knuckle to avoid crying out and signalling that she really couldn't handle him; that he was just far too big; that her little sheath was no match for him.
"Oh god," she whimpered, barely audible and swallowing hard. "... you're splitting me in two."
He was grunting now, the moonlight catching the beads of sweat forming on his brow.
"You're as tight as a vice, mom," he hissed.
As tight as she was, as their lovemaking continued unabated, Nicole began to reap the benefits of mind over body. Forcing herself to relax and not panic, the pain slowly began to morph into pleasure; an intense endorphin rush of primal pleasure. She was just beginning to be engulfed in the euphoria of it when Robert withdrew and directed her to get on her hands and knees. With her vagina stretched and fixed into a temporary 'O' from the size of her son's cock, she obliged and grasped two pillows tightly; bracing herself like someone bracing themselves against an impending wave at sea.
She closed her eyes as he re-inserted the head of his massive weapon between the lips of her now raw slit. Somehow, she felt even more vulnerable on her hands and knees; tightly gripping her pillows, her fleshy behind and tender pussy exposed and vulnerable to the inevitable assault. Her pussy now a temporarily stretched orifice, Robert soon resumed his pounding into her with long, forceful, relentless thrusting. With her large breasts pressed against the bedsheets, she could feel her slightly Rubenesque derriere jiggle with the violence of his pounding.
"Holy fuck!!" she panted. "That thing is so fucking... huge!!"
With his hands tightly gripping her waist now, he began bucking into her with complete abandon, a first for him. It was then Nicole was overwhelmed with the first of several teeth-jarring orgasms. They came in waves; making her dizzy with a euphoric cocktail of complete release and grinding pleasure felt in the depths of her tummy and groin.
"That's it, sweetie!" she shrieked almost hoarsely. "Don't stop!! Please don't stop!! Fuck me!! Fuck me with that giant dick!! Oh, darling, you feel wonderful!!"
He grabbed her hair roughly and grunted; mercilessly assaulting her overmatched maidenhead with extreme force and size.
"Your pussy feels so amazing, so tight," he moaned, adding, "I think I'm going to cum... "
He withdrew and stepped off the bed. Nicole released her tight grip on the sweaty pillows and sat facing him on the edge of the bed; watching him stroke his delicious, foot-long monster.
"That's it, sweetie. Good boy," she cooed. "Cum on mommy's face and in her mouth.
Vigorously pumping his long shaft with both hands, his sac tightening, Robert grunted a final, deep grunt. His butt tightened in, concave as fishing line streams of hot white cum jettisoned from the head and splashed across his mother’s face and breasts; hitting the back of her throat and laying in streaks across her chin.
She drew her fingers across her breasts and sucked the cum from her fingers.
"Mmmmmmm, you taste so yummy," she purred.
Then, looking down to assess the damage, she spread her legs and touched herself; wincing and sucking in air through her teeth with a difficult smile.
"Such a good boy. Such an impossibly big boy," she beamed, the recipient of more orgasms than she could count. "You absolutely owned my little pussy, sweetie. I think you may have ruined me for other men."
Robert collapsed into the chair at the end of the bed, completely spent; remnants of his ejaculation dripping onto the carpeted floor. Sore but sexually satisfied as never before, a gentle smile on her face, Nicole stared at her forbidden conquest. With her son's temporarily sated penis hanging heavily between his thighs, Nicole got up, and grabbed his hand.
"Come back to bed, darling," she said.
The pair of lovers rested in each other's arms under the moonlight, cuddling closely, intimately, until their mutual lusts were once again revived. They made love repeatedly, relentlessly, until the wee hours; collapsing, finally, from sexual exhaustion, and eventually falling asleep as a pair of loving spoons.
---
The next morning, when Nicole awoke from a deep sleep, Robert was sitting in the chair across from her, smiling.
"Good morning," he said softly. "Can I take off your panties?" he asked ever so sweetly, referring to the panties she had put on in the night after their lovemaking session, to keep his semen from dripping onto the sheets.
"Of course, my sweet," she replied playfully, wiping the sleep from her eyes.
Her young son approached and gently traced her naked shoulders with his fingers; softly kissing her neck. Nicole closed her eyes and gasped when she felt his heavy, hard sex brush against her side; his thumb brushing across her swollen nipple.
Kneeling before her at the end of the expansive bed, he raised her knees, reached under her behind on both sides, and gently removed her tiny, lace panties. She parted her legs and watched as Robert slowly kissed the insides of her fleshy thighs; thighs still damp and sticky from the excess wetness from the night before. He sat back on his heels, bringing her damp panties to his nose.
"God, you're so incredibly sexy," she purred. Then, pointing down to her exposed pussy, added, "Mommy wants you to kiss her here."
Requiring no further direction or encouragement, he gently pressed his mouth to her warm labial lips, eliciting another intake of breath. Soon, as his tongue began to circle and pass over his mother's clitoris with ever-increasing pressure and frequency, she began to swoon.
"Oh, darling, yeesssssss," she groaned.
Gripping his hair roughly between her fingers, she pressed his face forcefully between her thighs.
"That's it, sweetie... good boy... don't stop. Oh, god, I love the way you lick my pussy."
Despite being such a young man, Robert's oral talents were beyond compare; and with the warm, tingling sensation approaching a crescendo in the depths of her belly, she soon cried out, arched her back, and roughly gripped his hair with clenched, sweaty fingers, as wave after wave of a tsunami-like orgasm rippled through her body. After her groans and contortions had abated, the two cuddled together once more; suckling each other's tongues.
Still kissing and biting each other's lips, Nicole reached down with her hand and gripped the rock-hard monster that had doubtless caused more than a few women to walk awkwardly for several days. She didn't know which to be more incredulous about: the incredible length or the formidable girth. The smooth skin was taut now. It felt like a warm club. She knew it was soon to lay waste to her delicate nether region once again, and the nervous excitement made her tremble.
She held his face with her hands and drew his eyes close to hers.
"Take me," she whispered. And take her he did - wildly, passionately, depositing his seed deep inside her.
---
That afternoon, Robert set up a hammock on the beach for his mother, between two palm trees; partially shaded from the South Pacific sun by the lush canopy above. Neither of them bothered with the pretense of clothes that day; both ambling about in their tropical Eden completely nude.
Nicole lay beneath the shade of the palm trees admiring her son's naked body as he collected seashells along the shore, eventually returning to her side to place a tropical flower above her ear.
"You're so sweet," she smiled.
Her post-menopausal sexual desire was seemingly without limits, and later that day she asked her son to take her there on the beach. With her fleshy behind pressed atop the warm white sand, Robert obliged; once again testing the limits of her vaginal portal with his immense size.
The two lovers splashed together in the waves afterwards; Nicole washing the cum from her skin.
---
The two of them now slept together each night as lovers; rarely bothering to don clothing of any sort. Nicole often found it uncomfortable to walk, such was the frequency of their lovemaking. Sometimes the sex was hungry, ferocious, and dirty; other times it was tender and gentle. In both contexts, Nicole's orgasms were exquisite, powerful, and prolific.
Indeed, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Nicole especially adored it when Robert would take the lead - approaching her from behind, softly kissing the nape of her neck, and carrying her off in his arms to their bed, or somewhat bashfully asking her to get down on her knees to suck his engorged cock.
Nicole would sometimes introduce an element of playful roleplaying to their carnal bliss, such as the time she surprised her son by donning a sexy lifeguard outfit complete with red one-piece and whistle.
Morning, noon, and night, Nicole would excitedly watch her son stroke his weapon with both hands to ensure that it was as rock-hard as possible. Always finding the sight intensely erotic, albeit intimidating. The focused attention on his powerful, young cock. With a sexy, sleepy-eyed expression, Robert would work the entire length of it, from the small thatch of pubic hair at its base to the beautiful head as big as her fist.
"You like that, mom?" he would ask while she watched. She would nod, then gasp as he gently rubbed the tip along the pouty pink lips of her sheath.
"Just relax," he would say soothingly. "Nice deep breath in, then let it all out..."
On her anticipatory exhale, with one hand holding the rigid shaft of his erection - the fingers of the other separating her labial lips - he would leverage his hips and press the tip against her wet entry point. Forcing her pussy to stretch and dilate far beyond what it was accustomed to make her wince; and though she always tried her best to relax, she would initially grit her teeth and clutch the bed sheets tightly with her fingers.
Lust, patience, and perseverance inevitably won out, however, and aided by her natural wetness, Nicole's tightly stretched pussy lips would finally envelop her son's massive crown.
He would always stop momentarily - though never retreating, refusing to give up the ground he had worked so hard to attain - and let her catch her breath. She would reach down between her parted thighs and massage her clit in an effort to mitigate the initial pain and discomfort. Her JJ-cup breasts would sway to and fro in unison with every one of her quick inhales and exhales of breath; her large areolae puffy and enlarged from arousal.
Robert would then redouble his efforts, and, after several moments, manage some seven or eight inches, causing his mother to swoon and feel faint. She had never felt anything like it, and her vaginal canal convulsed from being so stretched. Nicole sometimes couldn't help but detect a slight, self-satisfied grin on her son's lips as he watched her face contort and slacken with every additional inch. Winces, then gaping-mouth sighs, then back again; her eyes rolling back in her head.
"Oh my god, darling - it's so big!!" she would cry breathlessly. "Please," she would occasionally plead somewhat panicky. "I don't think it's going to fit today. You're hurting me."
"Just relax," he would whisper softly. "Don't worry, I don't expect you to take it all, mom; and I'll know when you're about to top out. I promise not to hurt your cervix. Just focus on the pleasure."
He would stop and let her adjust as best as she could to the oversized intruder lodged inside her. After a few moments, Robert would begin to slowly pull out and push in. Like a train starting from a standstill, he would work up a rhythm; increasing the length and pace of his thrusts with every forward and backward combination. His mother would tightly grip his biceps; her fingernails almost cutting him as his penis overwhelmed her delicate little maidenhead.
"It's so big," she would invariably sigh. Indeed, it felt to her as if she were being penetrated by some huge, rigid anaconda. Still, the inevitable and delicious outcome was that the initial and overwhelming discomfort would begin to subside as her pussy slowly adjusted. Again, his thickness was such that her labial lips were drawn inward with every in stroke; and this had a delicious, unintended consequence as the top of his shaft brushed her clit each time he forced his way back in; intensifying the pleasure that eventually outpaced the pain.
Adding to the carnal eroticism of it all was the sound that their love-making generated: her tight vacuum seal and incredible wetness combined to create a slick, gooey slurping sound that punctuated every thrust. She would coo and purr as he continued to make love to her, and she would begin to feel once again that heavenly sensation in her lower reaches.
When the intense shivers of pleasure began to flutter and build deep in her belly and vagina, she would know that she was approaching the first of many toe-curling orgasms; emitting deep, guttural moans as they swept through her in waves, causing her body to contort.
"Oh, darling," she would gasp, in her languorous, post-coital state. "I never knew it could feel like this."
Nicole's son was clearly a master cocksman; using his incredible size as an instrument of feminine pleasure rather than a rough, self-indulgent battering ram. Though capable of causing a woman significant pain, he had clearly already learned the art of the bedroom well. He would press on, averting his own orgasm in order to prolong and intensify his mother's ecstasy, and to allow her to savour the singular pleasure of an extraordinarily well-endowed lover.
That said, and perhaps understandably - and provided she interpreted his smile correctly - he also took a special delight, whilst she was in the dizzying throes of passion, in hearing the moaned and favourable comparisons to former boyfriends and lovers.
"Oh god, Robert, you're triple the size of any man I've ever slept with!"
---
That afternoon, her adept young lover treated her to yet another protracted series of teeth-clenching orgasms. On that particular occasion, Nicole was actually wearing a bikini, which her son was eager to remove.
Wrapping his arms around her and nibbling her ear lobe, he whispered in her ear, "I want to be inside you," he said.
"I want that, too, sweetheart," she replied. "Very much."
Robert then took his mother's hand and once again led her to their bed-chamber.
"Get on your hands and knees, mom," he instructed.
Robert removed his mother's bikini bottoms.
He understood instinctively that in addition to being 'made love to,' Nicole sometimes wanted to be 'fucked'; that she wanted both a sensitive lover and a bestial stud. Perhaps it was the look of deference in her eyes that particular afternoon; a look that signalled that she wanted, no needed him to fuck her brains out, and mercilessly so.
"Oh darling, I love your huge cock!" she said. Her cheeks flush; beads of perspiration forming on her brow from the tropical heat and her own arousal.
Gripping her pillows, with her back arched and her fleshy behind angled upward, she looked back as Robert stroked his slick cock and positioned himself behind her. Her poor, beleaguered pussy exposed and vulnerable to his next and possibly roughest assault.
Without her saying a word, it soon became clear that he had read her mind. She wanted it dirty, vulgar, and sweaty. He expressed a touchingly sincere admiration for my curvaceous derriere, describing it as "a thing of beauty," and, before caressing it with his hand, playfully bit the soft, ample flesh.
Her trimmed delta, just below and between the pleasing arcs of her behind, lay exposed to him; the pouty folds of her tight quiver vulnerable to his pending assault. Robert pressed her down at the back of herTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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