It was early August and I was getting ready for my Freshman year at State College. Mom and I took a trip to Target to do some dorm shopping. Mom still had the shopping list she and my older sister Stephanie had used when she went to college a year ago. Mom and I had grown closer over the last year after Stephanie left because it was just the two of us at home. I never met my dad; Mom would always say she didn't want to talk about him whenever I'd bring it up. I figured he had just run off one day.
We filled two carts with bedding, books, brushes, and everything in between that didn't start with a B. Several hundred dollars later we had the car loaded up and headed home. On the ride back, Mom told me to put everything away in the basement until it was time to head to college at the end of the month.
Our basement was a mess of boxes because Mom had saved everything Steph and I had done from kindergarten through high school. Each box was labeled with one of our names and a year. I stepped over a small box to get to a clear spot to put down the first load shopping bags but somehow managed to trip over the box when I turned around to get the rest of the bags. The box was labeled Porsche. Did Mom and Dad have a Porsche when they were younger? I eagerly opened the box hoping to find some pictures. The first thing I saw were three old VHS tapes. One was labeled "Porsche Lube Jobs." Another was titled "Driving Stick in Porsche." The last one was unlabeled.
I moved them out of the way and underneath found a photo album. My jaw dropped when I flipped it open. There was Mom, when she was probably about 20 years younger and 50 pounds lighter, completely naked in suggestive pose after pose. I knew my Mom wasn't really considered a "Hot Mom" on the block because she was overweight but she had really large breasts that always got looks. one of my first coming of age moments involved a 42R purple bra of hers.
My best friend Timmy was obsessed with Mom's breasts. Whenever he would come over he'd always "accidentally" knock something over or spill something so he could look down her blouse when she bent over. It's a wonder he didn't pass out from the lack of blood to his brain with the amount of hardons he'd have at my house. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he would say about seeing these photos.
Mom was hot! And her tits looked amazing! They weren't nearly as large as they are now but they looked even bigger on her smaller frame. There were picture after picture of her holding them up or licking her nipples. As I started to get to the end of the album I noticed that there were photos of Mom pregnant. Must have been with Stephanie.
My cock was rock hard and I had been rubbing it through my shorts as I looked at the pictures. I almost came in my pants as I neared the end of the album. There was a picture of Mom post-pregnancy leaning back with milk dripping down from her engorged breasts down to pool in her belly button. They were massive and yet still not as big as they are now.
I couldn't take it any more and I unzipped and pulled out my fat cock and began to stroke fully with both hands. It felt amazing running one hand up and down my ten inch shaft and the other rubbing my plum-sized cockhead. I managed to pull that hand off my throbbing cock and turned the page. The final two pictures were point of view shots. In the first, Mom was impaled on an impossibly thick black cock. I thought my cock was thick but that one made me feel small. In the second, that cock was laying on top of her, covering her entire torso from her pussy all the way up to her big tits where it was in the process of firing a load against her chin. It had to have been at least sixteen inches long. Mom's face in both shots were pure ecstasy. Almost instantly, I felt my balls tighten up and then my cock exploded all over the album page. Fearing damage I pulled it away and aimed it back towards the floor. It felt like it was never going to stop as I painted the floor white with at least a dozen thick salvos of creamy cum. I admired my handiwork for a moment and then reached down to wipe the gobs of cum off the album.
I grabbed a roll of paper towels on my next trip down and cleaned up my mess and then put the cum-soaked paper towels and the three VHS tapes into a shopping bag and then went upstairs. I could only imagine what was on those tapes.
I wasn't sure what was on the tapes but I was determined to find out. I called Timmy because I thought I remembered him talking about his dad's VHS recordings of old Superbowl games. As luck would have it, my memory was correct.
Timmy lived 2 houses down from me so I grabbed the bag with the tapes in it and walked over. Timmy was already trying yo figure out how to connect the player when I arrived.
He grabbed the bag from me and reached in to pull out a tape but instead got slimed by the cum-laden paper towel.
"Yo what the fuck! How about a little warning next time that you have a week's worth of cum in here?"
I shrugged and told him I forgot it was in there. We both laughed about it and then ge reached in again and this time grabbed a tape.
I headed to the bathroom while he fiddled with it. Now it was my turn to be hit with a surprise. I walked back over to find him watching a tape while furiously jacking off.
"Yo Bobby!," Timmy shouted excitedly. "No wonder you were jacking it. This tape is hot! Who is this chick?"
I came around the corner to see that he was watching a video version of the pictures I had seen. So far though the camera had not shown either of their faces, just her body being skewered by the enormous black dick while she was screaming in pleasure.
The video cut up to the guy's face just as he cried out, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!," and I recognized him immediately as Luthor Carbide, a guy known for having the largest cock in porn.
Then I heard the unmistakeable ring of my mom's voice yell out, "Not inside! Cum in my titties!"
Luthor responded, "Too late but it's ok, I'll do both."
