A Mothers Love 31

Janet Tomkinson loved her son; had done since the day he was born.

But now he had just turned eighteen, and in a few short months he would be leaving to head off to University and things would change, but Janet was prepared for that.

Or she had been until a couple of weeks previously. She had returned home from work, to find the house unusually quiet. Walking upstairs to see if James was in his room she was walking towards the bathroom when the door opened and a naked James walked out, a towel round his head as he dried his hair.

It had been several years since Janet had seen James naked, albeit she had seen him in swimming trunks, but he had always worn the baggy shorts type. She had seen how his torso has developed over the last year or so, but not certain other parts.

Now, right in front of her, James was naked and she gasped very loudly. Hanging nearly halfway down his thighs was his very impressive penis.

Her gasp alerted James to her presence and as he instinctively dropped his towel to cover his embarrassment, there were extremely red faces all around.

"Oh my God, James! I'm so sorry!" blurted out Janet in way of apology, as she looked back up into his rather distraught face.

"No, it's OK! My fault. I should have been covered up!" blustered back James, as he eased himself passed his mother and into his own room, closing the door quickly behind him.

Janet remained standing in the corridor, the sight of James's beautiful cock burnt onto her retina, and it didn't matter where she looked that was all that she could see, and she groaned with lust.

It had been eight years since she had had proper sex, just before her husband had walked out on them, and now after all that time, seeing such a magnificent specimen at such close proximity, she groaned again. Two other sensations suddenly overcame her, and looking down she could see her nipples straining to pierce through the thin material of her bra and blouse, and also there was a delicious throbbing between her legs. Janet knew what she had to do.

Now heading into her own bedroom, she closed the door and rushed over to her bedside cabinet and yanked open the small drawer. Sitting there, almost in pride of place, was her trusty little silver vibrator. It had provided her with much satisfaction over the last eight years, but as she looked at it, it suddenly looked tiny and pathetic, compared with the size of her son's real-life penis.

She went to grab it when suddenly, just that very thought crashed through her mind. She was going to use her dildo to give her an orgasm, whilst thinking of her son's penis; this was just not right.

However, the throbbing in her vagina was still there, and strong, and she reached forward to grasp the hard, metallic shaft. Quickly climbing up onto her bed, Janet lay back and raising her hips, hitched up her skirt. Urgency began to set in, and she simply yanked aside the gusset of her panties with her left hand as she slid the cold hard metallic cylinder into her vagina, groaning loudly.

As she began to pump her toy in and out of her sloppy hole, she again pictured James's naked body, and his cock, this time erect and proudly sticking out of his crotch. This was all it needed, and Janet suddenly found her hips bucking madly as her whole body trembled.

Changing out of her work clothes, she headed downstairs to prepare an evening meal for them both. Half an hour later and she was calling James down.

James appeared rather sheepishly in the kitchen a few minutes later. Janet smiled reassuringly at him as they both sat and began eating.

Eventually, Janet started the expectant conversation.

"I'm sorry James, I didn't mean to startle you, or embarrass you in that way," she explained.

James smiled back.

"I know. I should have been more careful, and been covered up when I left the bathroom. It's as much my fault," he replied, clearing the air.

They continued eating, and began discussing their days, their normal meal-time conversations. However, as they finished, Janet had another question she needed to ask.

"James,.... Does your size cause you problems with girls?" she enquired, trying to be tactful.

James looked at her surprised, but also a little guiltily. Then he nodded.

"Is that why you didn't take anyone to the Prom?" Janet questioned quietly, knowing how difficult this would be for James.

Again, the young man just nodded, then he looked her earnestly in the face.

"They are so amazed at first, but then say I'm too big and would just hurt them. Is that right?" he enquired.

Janet almost felt herself tearing up.

"No, it's not James. Yes, it might hurt a little at first, but you could easily fit in any woman's vagina, and once she got used to your size, you would give her so much pleasure," she tried to reassure him, as she felt her pussy begin to get wet again.

They left it at that for the night, and things got back to some sort of normality.

Nearly.

Two days later, Janet was walking between offices whilst at work, and just happened to pass a sex shop, with mannequins in the windows wearing sexy lingerie. Somewhat embarrassed, Janet entered the shop, but it was not lingerie she was after. Moving through the shop she eventually found what she was looking for, vibrators and dildoes. The range of colours, shapes and sizes astonished her, and within seconds she could feel herself becoming damp.

However, it didn't take her long to find one that was much more in comparison with her son's. Hastily purchasing it, she headed off back to work, already dreaming of what it would feel like later that evening.

Feverishly, she prepared the evening meal for them both. However, her mind and eyes were continually being dragged towards James's crotch as she revisited the glorious sight she had seen a few nights earlier and her thoughts about her new vibrator. She was in a heightened state of arousal and she knew it.

Even James noticed, and during dinner he asked his Mother if she was OK

"You look a bit flushed?" he enquired.

"It's OK!" stammered Janet, "Just feeling a bit under the weather. Think I'll have an early night, after I get cleaned up."

"That's OK," replied a slightly concerned James, "I'll clean up."

And so, fifteen minutes later Janet was climbing the stairs towards her bedroom. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She didn't think she had ever felt so wet. And her nipples were so hard, she couldn't believe James had not noticed. Or had he? Janet groaned, and nearly came at the thought.

Closing the door behind her, she leant back against it, all sorts of thoughts going through her mind. She was about to fuck herself with a toy! A massive toy! That she was using to represent her son! This was totally wrong! But she was so desperate for release! She needed to orgasm, and hard! And she would be thinking about her son!!!

As she looked towards her bed, lying there, unobtrusively, was the carrier bag that contained her new toy. Then lust took over. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she rushed to the bed and grabbing the bag, emptied out the contents out. She smiled at her own thoughtfulness as a packet of batteries landed on the bed covers along with the large plastic container that allowed the startlingly realistic penis that it contained to be seen.

Tearing open both packets, she felt as if she was all fingers and thumbs, as she tried to slot the batteries in the correct way around, then breathed a sigh of relief, and of impending pleasure, as the vibrator hummed into life.

She stared at it for several seconds, then like a woman possessed she began tearing at her clothes, almost ripping the buttons off her blouse, and destroying the zip on her skirt as she rushed to strip naked. As she peeled off her panties her excitement was more than obvious, she could have wrung the moisture from the fabric, so much juice had she exuded.

Reaching over to her bedside table she yanked open the small drawer and fished out her tube of lube. She used it for her other smaller vibrator, just to ease its way, and she knew there was no way her new one would fit in without a little assistance. Squeezing a large dollop onto the tip of the lifelike phallus, she groaned loudly as she smeared it over the soft, pliant 'skin' making it glisten in the light.

All she could think of was James's cock, repeating the same process with his 'real' penis, watching as it grew and hardened in her grasp, slippery like an eel. Janet's urges were becoming animalistic and she squirted another dollop of lube onto her labia and with her right hand spread it over her puffy outer lips and into her eager love canal.

Then with ever increasing urgency she placed the tip of her new toy at the opening to her vagina and slowly pushed it in. She gasped, then held her breath, as she felt the bulbous head of the synthetic cock spread her opening wide then almost suck the toy in as her lips closed around the slightly narrower shaft.

She grunted with pleasure, shocked that she had been able to accommodate it so apparently easily, then began to pant rapidly as she withdrew it, only briefly, then slid it back home.

"AH!.... AH!.... AH!...." she gasped, with each repeat insertion, each time easing just a fraction of an inch further into her accommodating cunt.

Now happy that the monster cock fitted her opening, Janet began to slide more and more of the long thick shaft into her welcoming love tunnel. Each thrust now sending at least an extra inch of the beast to fill her up. Janet had never felt herself being stretched so much, but then she didn't have many past experiences to go by.

All of a sudden Janet found her self hurtling towards her climax. She was completely unprepared, as her body began trembling and jerking and a low howl began to emanate from her mouth. Then she was convulsing, her hips and thighs bucking wildly as she desperately tried to turn over so she could bury her face in a pillow.

All she managed to do in the process was shove another two or three inches of the thick vibrator into her pussy and she completely exploded. Going totally rigid, she actually felt herself slip from consciousness as all went black.

It was nearly ten minutes later before she began to groggily come back to life, only to find herself climaxing again, as the still vibrating cock buried in her pussy brought her to another orgasm. Grasping the weapon, she yanked it from her cunt with a responding plop and switching it off, dropped it onto the bed beside her.

Exhausted, she could only just pull the covers over her before she fell asleep. But it was a fitful sleep as visions of James's big cock sliding in and out of her body continued to play through her dreams.

James and his 'predicament' continued to take up much of Janet's waking hours, getting her equally concerned and horny. A few days later at work, suggesting it as a 'hypothetical situation' to a friend, she asked for some suggestions as to how they might 'sort-out' the problem.

Several of the responses she got made her blush madly, and think, "If only they knew!" but most of them were sort of impractical. But then someone hit the jackpot.

The following Saturday Janet joined James at the table as they sat eating breakfast.

"James,.... I've had a bit of an idea,..... about how we can help you out, a bit," began Janet.

"Mom!" exclaimed James in exasperation, "I don't need any help!" he tried to explain.

"I know sweetheart," consoled his Mother, "But it might just give you a little confidence, and let you see just how special you really are."

"Whatever," replied James, as he just shrugged his shoulders, and forked another heap of food into his mouth.

"It's a lovely day today, so I think we should go to the beach," explained his Mother, deliberately and slowly, "But not any beach,..... I think we should go to Symington Beach."

Janet let her last statement hang for a second or two to sink in, and it had its desired effect as James suddenly looked up at his Mother in shock.

"But..... But, that's the nudist beach Mom!?" he gasped, almost spraying some half-digested pancake across the table.

"Yes! Exactly!" answered Janet, smiling broadly, "What better place to show off your 'attributes', and get some more experienced females interested," she explained.

"And, how is that going to help?" enquired James, "If you're going to be there as well?" thinking he had the perfect riposte.

But Janet just smiled back, she had been expecting such an answer.

"You'll be on your own, and I'll be 'nearby', should you need to 'escape'," she explained.

James just stared at her open-mouthed. He knew there was little point trying to argue with her, whatever he said, she would have already thought it out and would have an answer for him. However, the thought of going to the nudist beach was appealing, he had never been before, and the idea of loads of naked women parading before him, did sound rather appealing and he could feel a slow rush of blood to his cock, beginning to make it swell.

Two hours later, and James was walking along the warm sands, feeling rather embarrassed. His mother was following about a hundred yards behind him as he looked for a good place to lay out his towel and lie down. He was also rather relieved that the beach appeared relatively deserted with only a handful of other naturists spread out as far as the eye could see.

James found a spot which seemed far enough away from anyone else that he hoped he would be left alone. As he stopped and began to spread out his towel, he glanced back along the beach and was surprised to find that his mother was nowhere to be seen. Unbeknown to James, Janet had initially begun following him, but had moved up towards the top of the beach, to the bottom of the sand dunes. Then, as soon as she saw James halt, she had proceeded to clamber up the dune a bit hiding amongst the Marram grass until she was just above where James was now lying.

James had found himself getting very embarrassed as he removed his shorts to leave himself standing naked on the nearly empty beach, but soon the sense of freedom and the warming sun made him feel much more relaxed, as he lay there and began reading his book.

Lying in a small clearing in the grass, where she could easily keep an eye on James, but was almost completely hidden from him, Janet also stripped off and began to relax. Slowly she smeared her body with sun cream, taking time to massage her breasts and her erect nipples, then slipping her hand between her legs, as she watched James doing the same, no more than forty yards away.

From where she lay, she could not help but find her eyes drawn back to her son's impressive cock. Since she had first observed it, just these few weeks earlier, she had dreamt of literally nothing else and had longed for another viewing. Now she smiled as she removed a small pair of binoculars from her beach bag and trained them on her son.

Once again Janet's hand strayed between her legs as she watched James lying there reading. Still oily from the cream, her fingers slipped easily over her puffy labia, then splitting her lips, she slowly eased a finger into her pussy, finding it just as slick as her outer lips. She smiled, she was horny, and it was James that had caused it! She knew that it was wrong! But it felt so good!

Lying on the beach on his own, James was beginning to get a little bit bored. There were so few people there, that he was beginning to think no one would ever approach him. Then to his surprise and horror, a figure did start heading in his direction.

With the sun behind this figure, James could not make out many details until they were a lot closer than he would have liked. Then to his surprise, shock and shame he discovered it was a male figure.

Janet also had not seen the figure approach. Her eyes had been glued to the lens of the binoculars watching James, rather than scanning the beach. She gasped loudly when she saw James suddenly tense up on the beach and she too saw the approaching man.

Training the binoculars with this new figure, Janet gasped again. What she saw could have been a real-life, living David, a sculpted bronze Adonis, with long flowing blonde hair, a ridiculously chiselled torso, long lean legs, and dangling and swinging freely between them, a very impressive cock.

Janet was intrigued. What was James going to do? Was this male actually heading for James, or would he bypass him?

All too soon Janet had her answer, as the man walked right up to where James stood and obviously began talking to him.

How Janet wished she could have been a little fly and joined the conversation, at least to hear what was being said. All sorts of conversations started flashing through her mind.

These conversations reached a crescendo, and as she watched stunned, the Adonis slowly wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke it! Janet moaned loudly, aware that her voice would not carry that far.

"Oh my God!" thought Janet, "Is James gay? How could I not have known!"

But as she watched, as the 'David' now stroked his significantly erect penis, James appeared to be making no movement at all, just staring intently at the man. For close on another five minutes Janet watched as the man continued to beat off whilst he and James watched each other, in silence. Janet almost missed it, but suddenly became aware that James's cock was beginning to show signs of life, thickening and moving over his thigh as it stiffened. James was becoming aroused, and Janet was not surprised that her pussy was now making squishing sounds as her three fingers furiously flashed in and out of her pussy.

Then Janet found herself holding her breath. It was only too obvious that the bronze statue was about to cum, as he began to tense, arching his back as he appeared to be trying to force his spunk from his body. Then with a very audible cry, his hips began jerking and Janet watched fascinated as his spunk shot out in thick blasts.

Janet counted four streams of cum but there could have been more as suddenly she found her own body heaving and bucking as her own climax exploded inside her pelvis. It had been several years since she had orgasmed so strongly and she collapsed onto her towel gasping for breath and moaning in pleasure.

When she had recovered enough to kneel back up and spy on James, she found him alone. Scanning the beach, she found the bronzed Adonis carrying on walking along the beach as if nothing had happened. James appeared to be unconcerned as well, as he lay there reading his book, but then Janet noticed that he too had a hand wrapped around his burgeoning rod, and was slowly stroking it. James had been aroused as well.

There was then an extended lull in the excitement. For over twenty minutes, Janet watched James as nothing happened. No more people walked along the beach, not as soul was seen, and Janet began to rue her 'brilliant' idea. So much for that!

Then in the distance, in the shimmering heat as it rose from the beach, another figure appeared walking towards them. Janet trained the binoculars on the figure and her heart skipped a beat. It was a female, and even from such a distance Janet could see that she was very much female.

Initial observations suggested she was tall and slim, and long blonde hair could be seen wafting in the gentle breeze that blew in from the sea. Much of her body remained hidden as the woman had a multi-coloured towel draped over her left shoulder as she seductively walked along the beach.

And the way she walked looked special as well. Like a model on a catwalk, she strode out, the narrow stride forcing her hips to sashay seductively. Janet felt the butterflies growing in her stomach. This could be the one.

James had seen the figure as well, and he too knew it was female, but after that last encounter he wasn't holding out much hope. If this one was a dud as well, then he would pack up and head back to the car. His Mother could catch up with him there.