Author's Note
My therapist recommended writing as a way to cope with the loss of my son. I told her about our incestuous relationship from years ago and my fanatical obsession with that wonderful time, but not the extent or details. The following is a story loosely based on actual events from that time mixed with some darker fantasies I've had since. Yes yes, very loosely. I don't think I'll be telling my therapist about this one...
A warning though, this story contains graphic content, including anal, incest, and revolves around excessive cum and cum worship.
Everyone is over the age of 18.
SON
Zack grunted as another rope of cum shot from his cock, straight into the air, where it hung for an infinitesimal moment before plummeting back down on to his naked lap and the leather recliner he sat in. His gooey fist slammed down again as he jettisoned another white stream, this time shooting it almost to the ceiling of his bedroom before it landed by his door. He gasped, moaning as still another spurt of thicker whiter fluid was launched, splattering all over him, the recliner, and the hardwood floor in front of him.
He held his breath briefly, straining in orgasmic exertion, as he felt a big spurt coming on. He thrust his hips up from his chair and a very thick line of white spunk meagerly shot up, not nearly as far as the others, before falling with an audible wet slap on his cock head and his oversized ballsack. Cum cascaded down the stretched hairless skin of his scrotum, pooling underneath and to the sides of his balls on the black leather of his recliner. His heart beat furiously as another glob of the thickest jizz yet oozed out of his cock before lobbing weakly on to the floor, where the chunk of sperm landed with a smack.
Finally, as a couple more spurts dribbled from his dick, he exhaled forcefully, nearly out of breath. He let go of his slippery wet cock and raised his cummy hand upright as he lay there panting, admiring the impressive display before him. He had ejaculated a huge amount yet again, this one probably another personal best - despite him blowing multiple loads within such a short period of time. The cloudy sticky goo clung to his legs and chair. As he went to stand up, his naked body unstuck with a wet tearing sound. His junk swung proudly as Zack turned and stretched.
He carefully stepped around the puddles and dribbles of semen, noting how it pooled in his seat now that he had stood up.
It was an obscene mess, a vulgar display of sexual depravity, and Zack knew his mother was going to hate cleaning it up. His mom always cleaned up after him though, as far back as he could remember. She had always babied and coddled him, never giving him any privacy. He had to sit through her lectures about safe sex and healthy masturbation - she made it clear she wanted grandchildren someday and was determined to raise a healthy, virile and competent son. It was only recently he understood the possibilities of having a naive innocent doting mother. The idea of his mother cleaning up his messy emissions had become an ongoing kink of his.
He smiled at the thought of his cute mom wrinkling her nose as she cleaned his mostly dried goop again. This time off the floor and furniture. Oh, she'd be complaining the whole time. But she would undoubtedly do it. She'd even apologize to him later for getting upset again. His dick bobbed at the idea, reenergized by the notion of continuing to degrade his mom this way.
Smiling, Zack wondered how far he could keep pushing this...
At that exact moment, his bedroom door opened and his helicopter mom briskly strode in before suddenly halting as she saw him standing there, naked and glistening. She stared at him, her eyes drawn to his penis and the huge sack it lay on. As she watched, a clump of cum dripped down from his balls onto the floor, where his mom then noticed the puddles of cloudy ejaculate. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the pools it had created in between the leather ripples of the chair. As her eyes went back to meet her son's gaze, the dawning realization and the smug look on his face caused her brow to furrow in anger.
"What... what is this!?" his Mom asked. She gestured erratically at the recliner, searching for the words, "Look at this... this nasty mess! Zackary, on the chair?!"
She took a small step in. Zack looked around, clearly proud of his work. He wasn't expecting her to find it like this but now that she was here he might as well capitalize on it. He spun in a slow circle, his heavy balls swinging like a pendulum. His dick was semi-erect and although it was average in length, it was almost as thick as a soda can. His uncircumcised glans barely poked out of his thick flexible foreskin, oozing a crystal thread of fluid connected down to his thigh.
His sack however was anything but average. It looked engorged, veiny and full to the point of appearing comical if it weren't for the very real implication of what it meant to have testicles that size. And although her son had trimmed hair around his member, it was obvious that he shaved his scrotum as it was shiny smooth where his heavy balls hung, stretching out what would normally be wrinkled skin.
"Sorry Mom. I just get so pent up." Zack said, smirking. "I couldn't help it."
"Then keep doing it in the shower like we've already talked about! It's much easier to clean for me. This... sticky mess though..." She glared at him, trying not to look down at this bloated balls. "You've told me how important it is for boys to... orgasm regularly. Even often. But expecting me to follow you around and repeatedly clean up your post-masturbation... byproduct is humiliating."
Her eyes surveyed the cummy carnage. She had noticed the sheer amount previously and decided to ask Zack directly this time, "Is all of this from one time um... masturbating?"
Zack chuckled, stretching his arms over his head, "No Mom, haha no. I wish!"
"Actually, this is from me jerking off twice this morning," Zack said, his insolent smirk growing larger. He patted the top of his cock and then cupped his hefty balls with both hands and pulled them out and up, lewdly offering them towards his mother. "I'm not joking about being pent up Mom. Look at how big my ballsack is!"
His mother couldn't help but stare of course, as he slapped them against his outstretched palm. He knew she was so far removed from being around men that she didn't really know what was normal and what wasn't. It's why it was so easy to convince her in the first place to clean up his increasingly nasty messes.
"They're very big, Zack, I can see that. And I can understand with... gonads that size, the pressure when they're full must be maddening. But two times? On the furniture and floor?" she said incredulously. She looked at the puddles of cum, the rivulets of fluid running down her son's muscled legs, and back at her son's groin.
"I didn't know boys could release so much... stuff. But even still, this seems to be a crazy amount of- of sperm," said his mom, as she exaggerated a grimace. Still though, she seemed secretly impressed.
Zack licked his lips, he felt his erection growing again. He watched his mom stare as he grabbed his fleshy cock and she gasped as he pulled down his stretchy foreskin, fully exposing the dark bulbous head and its little smile. He sat down on his bed and began stroking his rapidly hardening cock.
