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-Chapter One-
New Beginnings
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She stood at her son's door for the third time this week. It had cracked open just slightly, enough that she could see the glare of her son's laptop illuminating his contorted face. Her heart thudded in her throat as a long, low moan escaped from her son's lips as he pumped his enormous cock. Her son was a twenty-five-year-old man with the face and body of a Greek God. It was a massive piece of meat - big, fat and thick.
'How many inches?' she wondered. It looked to be over eight inches, maybe more.
Molly stood there, staring. At forty-five and a mother of two, she was still in perfect shape. She enjoyed her good looks, the way her ass, tits and long slender legs looked. She had twins, a boy and a girl. Jessica, her only daughter, was born first, then came Harold a few minutes later. She was married at twenty, became a mother at the age of twenty-one, almost divorced at twenty-six. Now, she was staring at her son as he stroked his cock silly.
So many dirty thoughts were rushing through her. She wondered what it was like to be fucked by her son, how he would make her pussy quiver, how good of a fuck he was. She had heard him fuck a few times, and from the sounds that the woman was making, he was a good fuck. She knew by how long his cock was; it would be able to plunge deeper in her pussy than anyone had ever gone. She was wet at the sight of his cock, how he pumped it, stroked and twisted his hand around it. Shit! It was so big! She knew it was wrong, but Molly couldn't look away from her son's huge cock. She was transfixed by it.
Her face flushed, her pussy was soaked, and the clit was throbbing at the same beat that Harold stroked his cock. She gazed at his cock and handsome face, the headphones in his ears, cord dangling against his chest. Noises erupted from the earphones, the sounds of distant moaning reached up to her, and it sent a thrill of excitement through her pussy and made a moan come out of her twisted lips. She clasped a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries. Her eyes were wide; she couldn't believe that her son was making her feel like this. Her stomach fluttered, her clit throbbed, and her legs shook slightly. She licked her lips at the sight of her son's huge cock, wetting the heel of the palm covering her mouth.
He continued to pound his fist around his cock. He spat on the cock, huge strands of dripping saliva coated the shaft, and then with his pounding fist, he stroked his cock, drenching the shaft and working the spit onto it. Molly noticed his throbbing head, glistening and very wet. She was a proud mother; her son had grown into a very handsome man. All of the people liked him at school, students and teachers alike. She still couldn't get over the fact that he had a huge cock. She enjoyed the look of it, how it slapped against his stomach. In the glimmering moonlight, she watched his tight body, six-pack, bulging muscles rippling, and her pussy throbbed at the sight of her naked son.
She wondered how it would feel in her mouth or inside of her. It would fill her mommy pussy right up, and she needed it. Molly couldn't remember the last time she had sex or when an orgasm came to her without the use of her fingers and toys. Her husband, Jack, was a lousy lover, barely any foreplay, kissing and a couple of thrusts and a dribble of cum that could barely fill a teaspoon. She had thought about going to a nightclub, picking up a stranger and taking him back to a hotel room so that she could ride him. Molly needed someone younger, a man with a bigger cock, someone that could keep up with her. Her eyes locked onto her son, and she realised that it was her son that she had feelings for and not her husband.
Against her beliefs, she found herself pinching her nipples. "Jerk that cock for me," she whispered, encouraging him even though he didn't know she was there.
"Oh, Mom!" her son said, pumping his fist even faster.
She froze, wondering if he had seen her, but he continued pumping his cock with his eyes closed.
She was in desperate need of a release and hurried into her bedroom. Softly, she fell to her knees on the bed, being careful not to make a noise. She drew her toy from the drawer.
The buzz of her vibrator hummed against her pussy, drawing a moan from her. She was so wet. Keeping the buzzing toy against her pussy, she let out a low moan and then wrestled herself out of her nightie. Her tits were enormous, pale white and very bright red nipples that hardened at the buzzing toy. Her pussy was soaking wet, the humming toy tickled her clit, and her hand went straight down to her heaving tit, cupping the huge, dangling breast. She was riding her pussy against the toy, humping against it and biting into her nightie to muffle the sounds. Her eyes were fluttering as the toy buzzed and hummed. She pressed the toy against her clit, and it sent a wave of an electric surge through her body, throbbing her clit and tingling her toes. The orgasm was coming, rattling her body as she moaned into her nightie, drenching the fabric as she clamped her teeth tighter around the discarded nightwear.
Footsteps creaked outside of her room, and a shadow had crept underneath the gap of the door. She took the nightie from her mouth, and a loud, moan came out. "I'm cummmmmmmmmming!" she howled, humping the toy and bouncing her naked ass off the bed.
The shadow came back to her bed, and she was sure that she could see her son's face poking through the slight gap at the door that she had left. She didn't care if he was watching. "Oh, fuccccccccccccccccccccccck," she groaned, whimpering, trying to bring herself to the edge. "Oh, yeah? Come on, play with that little clit, you buzzing bastard!"
Forcefully, she pressed the vibrator against her pussy and with her hand, she pinched, nipped, pulled, tugged at her nipples. She loved her having her nipples touched; sometimes, it brought her a better orgasm than having a cock inside of her. She remembered her first time, how the guy made her cum by just pinching at her nipples as he flicked her clit. The one-night stand she had a couple of years ago, she had never been fucked like that before, so rough, hard and fast. The stranger, the man she had met in the nightclub, took her to his hotel room and fucked her with her ass into the air. He made her beg, made her look like a pleading mess. She went back for seconds and thirds until her husband found out. She threw the toy to the bed; it was still buzzing against the bed as she brought her fingers to her clit.
Chewing her lip, she sunk her fingers into her pussy and fingered herself hard. The noises of the wet pussy filled the air. She pinched and flicked her clit.
"Yes! YES! YES! YES!" she shouted as another blast of pleasure rippled through me.
She lay her head down on the pillow, her fingers wet and sticky. She was happy.
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That next morning after a long sleep, Harold was sitting topless at the breakfast table, his fork digging into the pancakes. He squirted a dollop of maple syrup onto the pancake and chewed roughly. Harold swallowed, then grinned as his Mom came into the kitchen, smiling. He could tell that his Mother was braless under the beautiful blue dress that clung to her curves tightly.
"Enjoying your pancakes?" she asked, kissing her son on the top of his head. She bent down, making sure her huge tits were dangling in front of his face, and he could see down her top. "I made them just for you."
"They're so nice," he mumbled, then kissed his Mother on the cheek as she stood back up. She giggled, wiping her cheek.
"Maple syrup," she said, smiling as she brought her finger to the mouth and sucked it. She moaned as she sucked the mouth, removing all traces of maple syrup as her son sat at the table, his cock straining against his shorts. Harold wondered what his Mother was trying to do? Give him a boner at the kitchen table?
She looked back and caught her son gazing at her huge, peach bottom. Their eyes met for a brief second, and Harold panicked. He twisted his head down into the plate of beautiful looking pancakes and began shovelling it into his mouth. He was trying so hard to finish to avoid this awkward encounter.
He choked on his pancake, coughed and slammed a massive fist against his chest. His face was bright red, his eyes watering as he took a drink of his orange juice, nearly spluttering. His hand still worked a steady beat against his chest.
She spun around, hands clenched on her wide, motherly hips as she frowned.
"I thought that I raised you not to talk with your mouthful?" she said, then burst out giggling.
"It went down the wrong way," he complained, turning bright red.
"Well, were you?" she asked, grinning.
His eyes widened.
