When I left work early I expected my son Jason to be home. He was home from college for the summer, and I wanted to surprise him by taking him out to dinner so we could have a chance to catch up on his life. Jason was home alright, and he was not alone.
I walked in the door and was greeted by the sounds of a young woman in what could only be described as an envious orgasm. I knew before I even looked that Jason had a woman over, and was fucking her senseless in his room. I knew, yet I had to look. I don't know why, but I was drawn to the sound, and had to see with my own eyes.
I walked down the hallway and saw his door was somewhat open. I looked in and could see their reflection on his dresser mirror. She was a pretty little thing, with a small waist, big fake breasts, and long blonde hair that is so common here in south Florida. She was on her back, with Jason holding her legs by the ankles up and wide apart. He was fucking her hard, and deep, making her huge breasts bounce violently on her little body.
He was looking down, so I followed his gaze, and my mouth dropped open at the sight of Jason's cock. He had a massive tool that he was relentlessly thrusting into this girls cunt. It had to be eight or nine inches long, and very wide. He would pull it out almost all the way, and then bury it deep into her womb in a big hard thrust. Her hands clenched the sheets, and she screamed with orgasmic delight at the sensations.
I was feeling my own pussy throb, and swell at the sight. My panties were already damp from the wetness dripping from my snatch. I walked away quietly, back to the front door, and out to my car again. I would go catch a movie and come back at the normal time to give these two a chance to enjoy themselves.
As I sat watching some horrible comedy I could not get the image of my son's cock out of my head. It looked so erotic, and arousing as it slid out of that girl's drenched pussy. It was so slick, and wet, and huge! I was wondering how she must have felt having that monster cock pounding into her.
I again felt my own wetness begin to build up, and my clit stood out from it's hood to kiss the fabric of my panties. I looked to either side, and saw my row was empty. The movie was horrible, so I figured I'd liven it up a bit. I slid my skirt up over my knees, and let my hand work it's way to my crotch. Through my panties I massaged my clit and lips as my mind wandered to the thoughts of my son's massive cock inside of me. I only had a moment of pause about that thought, and it passed as I imagined being filled that fully with man-meat.
All that night I masturbated at least six times, every time fantasizing about my boy's member. I decided that I would feel it for myself. I had to have Jason's cock.
The next day I put my plan into action. I called out from work and waited until I heard Jason go into the shower. I went to my wardrobe, and picked out a lacy baby doll and thong to wear. I looked myself over in the mirror, and liked the way the blue fabric looked against my fair skin. The thong barely covered my swollen pussy, which was already flooding with anticipation.