Working for Social Services was not what Louise thought it would be. She had done graduate work in Health Care Law at Santa Clara University, but she was kicking herself for not learning to write code. She was a bright girl; you could even call her eclectic. She had spent years studying ballet, and even took piano lessons. Of course, she had no intentions of becoming a concert pianist, but her mother didn't want her hanging out with 'trashy' girls. As far as ballet, her balance was shaky because she was top heavy. She was told in no uncertain terms that she might try burlesque! How insulting!
At her present employment, Louise spent most of her time filling out forms, applying for Government grants, and occasionally interviewing people from El Salvador or Guatemala for food stamps. It was a good thing she learned Spanish in school, instead of German. Today you can learn Chinese and Japanese in public schools; those languages are much more useful than French or Russian.
Her mother was Italian, and her father Irish, a volatile mixture. There was constant fighting in her home, and because of her parents' screaming, her teen years were traumatic. However, being drunk most of the time, her dad let Mom run the household.
Louise lost her husband two years ago in a head-on collision with a drunk driver. Thankfully her husband was well insured so those monthly annuity checks almost paid the bills. The mortgage was paid in full. Being a very bright woman, she couldn't stay home and just watch TV. She even had aspirations of becoming a writer but she couldn't stand receiving rejection letters in the mail. As a last resort, she got herself a job with the California Department of Social Services. It offered her many opportunities for advancement, and benefits, but best of all, she gave her 15 minute breaks.
Louise didn't have an office, she had a cubicle. She barely had room for her desktop computer and a vase of marigolds. She loved marigolds! And because Louise looked like a poster girl for Bra Busters, she was constantly annoyed by guys, mostly older men, asking to borrow a pencil, or a clip board, or how to use Excel.
Her desk was one of those U-shaped efficiency designs that allowed anyone to look up her crotch. She didn't mind the voyeurs so much as the frustrated old biddies who had been on the job since Ronald Reagan shuttered mental institutions. The frosting on the cake were the lipstick lesbians dropping by, asking about what cologne she used on her pussy.
Thank goodness for social distancing!! People had to give her space! Filling out funding templates on the computer meant she needed to take frequent 15-minute breaks. Most of the work was boiler plate -- requesting staggering amount of money from the Government. What the hell, it was only money! Her supervisor, a balding, middle-aged guy came by every hour to tell her she was doing a good job. He always had a big lump in his pants and she felt sorry for him.
When it was break time, she had 15 minutes. Urinating usually took a minute; she had fourteen minutes left over. She carried her pocket rocket with her wherever she went. It make a buzzing noise, and try as she might, muffling the acoustic racket was a problem. But Angela, being smart as well as horny, knew orgasmic stress relief actually increased productivity. When someone came in to use the rest room, she employed loud coughing and continued flushing to mask her groans. Louise 's close friend at work, Tildie, commented on how relaxed she seemed after her break. (Her name was Mathilda, but nobody ever called her that.)
Her life at home was much better. She had two children -- Prudence, and Jimmy. Prudence was away at Boston College, a Jesuit school, but Jimmy lived at home. Jimmy was old enough to vote, but too young to buy himself a drink. He was nineteen. Louise was a creative woman, and as any creative person will tell you, her sex drive was overpowering. She decided to make a choice between becoming a Buddhist and chanting twice a day, or fucking her son. He was tall, good looking and slim. It was no contest.
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It was one hot night in late August that an explosive incident occurred. Louise was sprawled naked on her bed, her long legs spread wide apart, her enormous tits quivering as she plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her pretty face was flushed with lust as she jacked off, humping her plump bottom off the bed.
She was close to forty now; she'd thought she'd known all the depraved desires she was capable of. But since her late husband's death, she'd discovered another one: the unspeakable sin of incest, the overwhelming desire to fuck her own son. If the bulge in his crotch meant anything, he had impressive equipment!
Louise found herself thinking about Jimmy's apparatus more and more; wondering what his naked cock looked like, how long and thick it might grow if she got hold of it. She was fully aware that Jimmy was interested in her as well. He was at that age when his testosterone level drove him to beat his meat three to four times a day.
Five feet, eight inches tall in her bare feet, Louise had the kind of figure that made men's cocks stand and salute. Her boobs were very large, filling reinforced DD-cups to bursting, and they still retained the mouth watering firmness from her ballet days.
Her waist was small, her ass beautifully plump, and her legs were long and muscular. Her biggest problem with her late husband had been his jealousy; he had a rough time, being married to a woman that every man in the neighborhood wanted to fuck.
Louise had seen Jimmy ogling her voluptuous figure, attempting to be cool about it, and trying not to stare. She was sure that her body gave him food for masturbation. Spread splayed on the bed, Louise fingered her pussy faster as her erotic fantasies conjured up Jimmy's big cock, much larger than life.
Some mothers might simply acknowledge their kid has a big cock. He'll make some wife very happy. That was yesteryear! Not anymore, since incest these days is more popular than coming out of the closet. Incest might be wrong, but psychologists are telling us it's better than fucking a barnyard animal.
Listening carefully, Louise heard the water running in the bathroom down the hall. It was Jimmy, of course, taking a late night shower. Her pussy convulsed dramatically as she pictured him standing naked under the hot spray, soaping his enormous joint.
"Oh, fuck!" Louise panted.
Her face contorted as she finger-fucked her throbbing, hairy pussy with a vengeance, fantasizing about Jimmy's prick. It was such a shame that she'd never seen his cock in the raw. Maybe since he was a tot. Oh, God, she wanted to! If she could just get one look at his naked shaft.
Suddenly Louise decided on a plan. She slid off the bed, her meaty breasts quivering as she walked naked down the hall. She stood outside the bathroom, looking at the light shining under the door and listening to the shower spray. As soon as the water stopped, Jimmy would step out of the shower stall to dry himself off. And then she would just barge in on him, completely naked. Louise looked proudly down at her massive boobs, seeing how stiffly her fat nipples protruded from the luscious expanse of her jugs. She ran her fingers down over her navel and into thick black curls of her pussy triangle.
It was the perfect opportunity. She was thinking of a dumb excuse for barging in on him, but he wasn't stupid. Especially since she planned on being naked. Even Saint Anthony had a stiffy when she came out of the shower. Fuck! She'd give it her best shot.
We need to introduce Jimmy. He was bright like his mom. His college grades were good, and everyone thought he'd go far. Marketing was the ideal field for him; he wasn't an analytical type. He had an outgoing personality and he only dated girls from church. Moreover, because of his father's drinking problem, Jimmy avoided alcohol. He knew he had a big dick, and wasn't shy about its size. But when he went on a date, he was always a gentleman and had no interest in fucking his date. Asking his date for a blowjob was beneath him. He didn't like giving power anyway to a female. He preferred masturbation because he could play with his cock as long as he wanted. And he didn't have to look his best to do it.
After a long time, the water suddenly stopped running. Louise heard the shower door slide open. Her heart raced, and her pussy was primed. Silently she turned the bathroom door knob, then quickly threw open the door. She knew Jimmy had been playing with himself in the shower.
"Mom! Jeez!" He was naked and so was his mother.
"Oh!" Stepping into the bathroom, Louise had no intentions of retreating. "I'm so sorry!" She pretended to be embarrassed.
Jimmy was standing there naked in the center of the bathroom floor, dripping water on the tiles. He hadn't grabbed a towel off the rack yet. Angela's eyes raked over his lean, muscular physique, then zeroed in on his semi-erect limb. He'd been whacking it in the shower, and it showed.
Oh, God! Her son's cock was even bigger than she'd imagined. Even semi-erect, the thick tool hung between his thighs like a donkey cock -- long, and as thick as her wrist, capped with a swollen, purple knob. It boggled her imagination.
"Oh, Jimmy, I'm sorry!" Louise gulped. "I didn't mean to catch you naked. I was thinking about phoning Tildie and I was going to take a shower too ... "
But then her words trailed off as she saw what was happening between Jimmy's legs. His awakening cock was stiffening to say hello, swelling in pulsating jerks until it was fully swollen.
Jimmy's face was red with embarrassment, but he couldn't take his eyes off his mother's breasts. He'd never seen her naked before; he knew she was busty but never realized she was so stacked. Her nipples were enormous.
Louise gasped as she stared transfixed at his rampant weapon, watching, mute, until his enormous tool stopped expanding. It was at the same level of her navel, the mushroom dome pointing at her groin.
"I need to piss, I couldn't wait any longer. Don't let me bother you ..."
She sat on the hopper and gushed out a long stream of piss, smiling sweetly at Jimmy. He couldn't believe what he was seeing -- his mother naked. Pissing, and smiling.
"Why... Jimmy!" Louise murmured in a low voice. "Your ... your thing is getting so stiff. Why is it getting hard like that?"
"I'm sorry," Jimmy said awkwardly, his face crimsons with embarrassment. "I ... I can't help it."
"It's from looking at my being naked, isn't it, Jimmy? Aren't you ashamed? You've got an erection from looking at your own mother."
But the tone of her husky voice and choice of language told Jimmy that she wasn't angry with him. He realized her staring at his dick was more from her own hunger than a casual observation. She was licking her lips. She desperately wanted to suck it.
Louise was losing control. Her hands were shaking and her fingers were wanting to touch him. He knew what incest was, his friends talked about it. It was all over the Internet. Jimmy wasn't sure he was ready for this. Yeah, his mom was leering at him, and he could see she wanted it.
"Does my pissing turn you on? Have you ever watched a girl piss?"
