This is just a short piece I banged out because I haven't written anything in a while. I've been dry because of life stuff, and I want to break the dry spell.
This story is kind of short, and right to the point. I hope you like it.
All characters are over 18 years of age.
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And Then What Happened?
"Shit, shit, shit." Tim Murphy muttered as he dashed into the house, scrambling down the hall to the bathroom.
Pushing the door aside, he jerked his pants open and barely got his cock out before he cut loose with a strong stream that splashed loudly in the bowl. Sighing happily as he emptied his bladder, he rested one hand against the wall to support himself as he leaned over the toilet. He held his cock loosely with his other hand, lazily directing the stream around in the bowl.
"Tim? Was that you honey?" He heard his mother call, and before he could answer, the bathroom door opened, and his mother stepped into the room.
"Oh my god! I didn't know..." Carla Murphy gasped when she saw her son. Her eyes widened when she glanced down and saw the enormous cock he was holding in his hand as he urinated into the toilet.
"Shit Mom...I'm kinda busy here, so you know, can you..." Tim grunted, turning slightly while trying to keep the urine stream pointed at the bowl.
"Yeah...of course honey..." Carla muttered, still staring at what she could see of the long, thick cock her son held in his hand. She couldn't take her eyes off of it.
Tim glanced at her when he noticed that she hadn't left, but was still standing in the doorway, her eyes riveted on his cock.
He sighed as the stream slowed to a trickle and the last drops fell from his piss slit. He shook his cock a couple of times to get the rest. Looking over his shoulder, he saw his mother breathing heavily, one hand gripping the door frame, and the other resting on the doorknob.
Tim had been having fantasies about fucking his mother since he hit puberty, especially after he saw how his friends reacted to her. It got worse as he got older, because he knew that his friends liked to come to his house so they could ogle her, then go home and jerk off as they fantasized about her.
Tim really couldn't fault them, he jerked off a couple times a day to fantasies about his mother.
Carla had been fifteen when Tim was born, and she had raised him by herself after both of the possible fathers ran off, and her parents threw her out of the house.
At thirty-four, Carla now ran a small, but successful yoga studio in town. She had three instructors, but taught four classes a day herself, and it showed.
At five-nine, one hundred thirty-five pounds, she was a model of the female form. Her long, shapely legs were toned, her ass tight and sculpted from years of exercise, and her tummy rippled with six pack abs. But what set her apart was her breasts.
At a thirty-five DD-cup, her tits were not ridiculously large, but they stood up high and proud on her chest, two firm, full globes that jiggled deliciously when she move.
"Mom?" Tim said softly, trying to keep his back to her as he started to tuck his cock back into his pants.
"Huh..." She groaned, making Tim look toward her.
She had moved her hand from the doorknob and was now cupping her breast, her fingers pinching the nipple. Tim groaned, then smiled as he made a decision.
"Do you want to see it, Mom?" He asked as he turned toward her, letting his cock dangle limply from the fly of his jeans. "From the way you're staring, I think you do."
"Tim...what are you..." Carla whispered, not moving, her eyes still locked on the ponderous snake dangling between her son's legs.
'Jesus, it's so fucking big.' She thought. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and a warm moist heat had blossomed between her own legs. She knew she had to leave before she did something she'd regret, but she couldn't seem to make herself move from where she stood in the doorway.
"It's big, isn't it?" Tim smiled as he took a step toward her. "It's bigger than any of the guys at school. You should see it when it gets hard...and I think that's gonna be soon."
Carla moaned deep in her throat as she watched his cock throb, then jerk as it started getting thicker as it hardened before her eyes.
"Please Tim..." She whispered.
"Please what Mom?" Tim asked, a sly smile on his face as he took another step closer. He glanced down, his smile widening as he saw his cock rising up as it stiffened slowly.
He looked back at his mother, letting his eyes roam up and down over her body. His eyes settled between her legs, and he grinned when he saw the growing wet spot between her legs.
"You like looking at my cock, don't you Mom?" He said softly as he stepped closer. They were less than two feet apart now.
Tim's cock was completely hard now, standing out in front of him. It hung down, too heavy to stand out straight in front of him.
Carla's mouth watered as she looked at the long, thick shaft of cock meat right in front of her. Her son's huge cock jerked and throbbed visibly as she watched. She wished she had worn panties, because she could feel her juices soaking the thin fabric of her yoga pants.
"You want to touch it don't you Mom?" Tim said softly. "That's the only way you'll know just how big it is. Go ahead Mom, touch it...you know you want to..."
Carla stared, unbelieving, as she saw her hand move, reaching out toward his cock. She gasped and pushed off from the doorframe, stumbling back and falling against the wall in the hall. She shook her head, finally managing to take her eyes of the mesmerizing sight of her son's cock.
"I...I have to..." She mumbled as she staggered down the hall toward her bedroom.
"You don't know what you're missing Mom." Tim laughed as he followed her out into the hall and watched her go into her bedroom and slam the door behind her.
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"Ohgodohgodohgod..." Carla whispered as she leaned back against the door. She felt her pussy throb between her legs as she pictured her son's huge cock in her mind.