My name is Beth, I'm 52 years young, built solid and even muscular for a woman my age, short blonde hair, a bright smile -- and a sex drive that works overtime. Even with my son.
Bobby is my pride and joy, a stud of a teenager at 18, a senior high school football player with a delicious body and blessed with my good looks. We've been on our own since my husband left, and since puberty, he has noticed me, I dare say, especially when I'm working out in my scanty short-shorts and tube top. But I never acted on anything, figuring it was wrong and he was sooooooooo sexily young.
Until today, when things changed forever. Today, I caught my young stud rooting through my dirty laundry pile and smelling my workout-soiled socks and panties! He didn't know I was home, I'd come back from my daily early-evening run sooner than usual since it was chilly, but when I did I heard noises in my bedroom. Softly, I snuck down the hallway and looked inside where Bobby was kneeling before my pile of dirty things, one pair of especially soiled panties glued to his face as he moaned and inhaled, licked and chewed them, one well-worn white sweat sock around the biggest cock I'd ever seen as he stroked himself with it.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy," he groaned, his face red, his eyes closed as he rubbed the stinky panty all over his moaning face. "Gonna cum in your sock, Mommy!!
And he did, jetting a huge load of spunk all over the pile of panties and other socks, thick streams of boy jizz landing with a wet splashing sound before dribbling down to a few gorgeous oozes of spew all over the sock he had wrapped around his massive pecker, which I guessed to be all of 10 inches long. Breathlessly, I watched as his hand slowed around his impressive dick and I squeezed out a mini-orgasm by clenching my thighs together as I stood watching in my tiny cut-off jeans, tank top, white sweat socks and sneakers.
He stopped cumming and sank back on his naked haunches; he'd stripped off his pants to whack off in my sock, and his top, his entire muscular body bathed in sweat. He smiled and lifted the sock to his nose, smelling it through my panty and then as he snuck out his tongue to sneak a taste of his own goo, I leaped into action.
"Mom!" he screamed as I raced into the room, sitting on the bed behind him. "Wait, I can..."
He was about to explain but I gave him no quarter, pulling him backwards by the ears and lacing my muscular thighs around his head, scissoring him securely in his mother's powerful legs. I lay back on the bed and took Bobby with me, my thighs pounding at his skull as I locked up my socked feet and squeezed with all my might. I leaned up on my elbows and looked down at him, the sight almost comical with his naked body thrashing from my legs, his still-stiff cock still wrapped in my sock that was covered with his cum. His hands grabbed at my punishing thighs and one of them left a streak of sperm.
"You dirty little boy, you nasty, dirty little boy," I hissed down at him as I let up only a little to let him tilt his head back to look at me through desperate eyes as I clenched my thighs tightly around it. "How long have you been sniffing my dirty panties and socks and playing with yourself like this? TELL ME!!"
He moaned as I squeezed, and blurted out "For a long time, Mom! I can't help it...you're so....beautiful and sexy!"
I smiled at the words I loved hearing. I let up again and sat up on the bed, my thighs still gripping his head as I looked down at him upside down
"Good, good, it's a good thing when a boy loves his mommy," I cooed, gently rubbing the heels of my sneakers into his groin, pushing at his huge balls. "Mmmm, you've cum a lot, young man, all over my dirty panties and socks over there in the pile, and my sock on your cock is just soaked. You'll have to clean that up, of course, and Mommy's headscissors will see to that!"
I reached down and pulled off the cum-coated sock from his pecker and rammed it brutally into his face, mashing the cum all over his lips and nose, forcing his mouth open and the soiled sock inside.
"Suck," I growled, ramming the sock in deeply. "Suck your cum from mommy's sock!"
He cried out loud and tried to protest, but I just rammed the cummy sock further into his mouth while squeezing more brutally with my thighs. He acquiesced and slowly began to suck the sperm from the sweaty sock in his mouth, tears of humiliation running down his face.
"You dirty boy, you like this, don't you, you like mommy's headscissors, my thighs on your skull, SQUEEZING you, and you just love sucking your sperm from my socks, you're still hard, you little whore!" I growled. "Well, then you'll love this!
I spun around a bit to snatch up a pile of panties and socks from my pile, some covered with his goop, some just rancid on their own from having been on my ass and pussy and feet over the last week of intense physical exercise in the heat of summer. I plopped the pile on his chest and pulled the dirty sock from his mouth before finding a nasty pair of panties with a gruesome looking yellow-and-brown stain on them, striped with Bobby's fresh cum, and rammed it up his nose.
"Smell it!" I hissed, rubbing it into his lips and forcing the nastiest side into his nostrils with my fingers. "Smell your mommy's shit and piss and eat your fucking CUM!!"
He cried real tears as I scissored him so hard his face went red then blue as I rammed the cummy and rancid panty into his nostrils and then pulled it out and made him suck it clean. Over and over I repeated this until he'd mouth-washed every filthy sock and every foul pair of panties. Thirty minutes later, his face was a mask of his own sweat and cum and the residue from my dirty under things.
My heels scissored his bobbing cock, locking it between my sneakers and I stroked it up and down, moving it up a bit to be securely latched in my socked calves. I squeezed hard until his monster pecker turned purple in my leggy clamp and then jacked him up and down in the socked scissor lock, rubbing his pecker skin raw.
