A Southern Tale.
Author's Note: This is my first time posting a Mom/Son story. It's also the longest I've ever written.
Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental. All characters are over the age of 18 and are all fictional.
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North Carolina.
1997.
Not much goes on in the white picketed fenced suburbs of Redhill in North Carolina.
Supposedly.
Kate Schneider glanced at the kitchen clock. It was just after 10:40 am. Her 20-year-old son John was on vacation, having finished his first year at the state university. She decided to go and wake him. He was on vacation but even so, he couldn't sleep the entire day.
She went up the stairs and walked over to his door, which was shut. She gently knocked on it and called "John, honey?" No reply. Again, she knocked on the door and waited for an answer, again nothing.
Kate pushed down the handle and slowly opened the door. The room was dimly lit by the sunlight coming in through the blinds. Her eyes focused more clearly; John laid on his bed. His face looked so peaceful, breathing deeply, eyes shut, he was clearly in a deep sleep. He laid flat on his back with his arm across his chest and his other one down by his side.
Then she saw him.
Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth to stifle a gasp. John was sleeping completely naked. Kate hadn't really noticed as her eyes were still adjusting. She was staring at the longest, thickest cock she had ever imagined. His large dick was draped over his thigh. She finally managed to tear her eyes away and look at her son's face. He had not stirred and was still sleeping soundly, despite her gasp even though she had covered her mouth. Kate feared her gasp could have awakened him up. She clutched her robe tightly and silently padded forward into the room.
"Oh my god" she muttered softly, completely transfixed on her son's gigantic length. Kate came from a conservative family. She had only dated two men, the first one under the strict supervision of her father and the second becoming her husband, but she was a woman in the end and couldn't help but wonder how a cock -- a penis that big must feel. Her eyes ran up and down his body. John played football and basketball on a regular basis. He also worked out almost daily at the university's facilities. His chest and stomach muscles had become well defined; he had a nice hard six pack and long strong legs.
John was tall and muscular. He had dark hair and blue eyes with a beautifully sculptured body, like a Greek statue. She could not help but notice what a fine man he had become.
Kate swallowed hard. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. She could only imagine how big it must get when erect. She looked down and noticed his big balls too, hanging below his legs and resting gently on the bed. They looked like two chicken eggs; perfectly round and formed. She kept staring, almost hypnotized. Kate's breathing had grown heavier to the point where she had to press her hand to my mouth even tighter to avoid making a sound, her heart pounded against her chest and her ears felt hot. Her large breasts heaved under her robe.
Kate glanced back at him one more time just to make sure he was still asleep before tiptoeing out of his room, closing the door quietly. Making her way back to the kitchen, she couldn't help but compare him to her husband, Henry. He was a "little smaller," just under 5 inches, on a good day. Henry and Kate had been married a little over 22 years. He loved his wife, in his own way at least, and always made sure to provide for his family but when it came to sex, he was a little "vanilla" and rarely interested. It had been like a year and a half since her husband had touched her. But Kate had always held herself together. She was quite a reserved and submissive woman, too much of a good wife to stand up to her husband or to demand something like sex.
"He must've gotten it from my genes" she said. Kate thought back about her father, William. He was a very tall, big, intimidating man standing at 6'9. He was one of the reasons why so few men even attempted to approach her when she was younger.
A tingling coursed through her pussy, she could feel her clit hardening as well as a growing dampness in her white panties and her nipples were as hard as rubies. Her whole body shuddered with intense excitement and at the same time intense nervousness. She squeezed her legs together trying to suppress the pleasant ache in her pussy.
Kate fought with every fiber of her being to not satisfy her growing urge. Not only was it a sin but she was a married woman and a proper housewife, not some little high school girl. She had been raised in a Christian household. Her mother, Mary, wasn't a religious freak or anything like that, luckily for her, but by the time Kate turned 16, her mother had made it fearfully clear that sex of any kind was only to occur once she was married, and always told her that a woman should never act upon these urges. Only harlots behaved that way.
She could feel her pussy tightening, a deep, forgotten sensation in her lonely cunt. "Oh, my goodness! I shouldn't have gone up there!" she blurted out clutching her robe. Kate kept rubbing her thighs together. She took a few deep breaths trying to calm herself.
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He's so young, how can he be so...big."
She thought. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, shaking her head trying to get the picture out of her mind.
After a few minutes of gathering herself, she thought that maybe a nice cold shower sounded like a great idea. So, on shaky legs she went up the stairs to her room.
Kate tried to keep herself busy as the day went on. Once John woke up it was already lunch time. They made some small talk throughout their meal. As they conversed Kate found out he didn't have a girlfriend. This surprised her since she thought a good-looking boy like him would have a steady girlfriend by now. John had gone out on a few dates, but there was never any good "chemistry" with any of the girls he went out with. She suspected there was more to it but didn't press the matter.
After he finished eating, he gave Kate a quick peck on the cheek and told her he'd be in his room playing videogames. Kate tidied up the kitchen and later spoke to her younger sister on the phone.
The days went on, but Kate found it increasingly difficult not to fantasize about her son again and especially to not stare at his crotch. These new taboo feelings conflicted her. Her entire life, she had always tried to do what was right and to stay true to what her mother had taught both her and her sister. But now, no matter how hard she tried, she simply could not get her son's huge penis out of her mind.
