"I promise I can make you scream with this, mom."
Carol was on her knees, eyes fixed on Josh's massive erection. As her son presented the monstrosity, she took in every graphic detail - the wrinkled sack where two tennis-ball-sized testicles held the promise of indefatigable potency, the alabaster barrel wrought with tortuous blue streaks that throbbed rhythmically, and the head, a purple clementine, that drooled with a menacing hunger. Carol knew in her gut, evidenced by the sight before her and Josh's unfaltering confidence, that her son was probably right. Face flushed, eyes wide, and mouth dry, the 36-year old housewife felt a heat in her belly and a tingling in her pussy she hadn't felt in a long time.
Quickly losing control of the situation, Carol pretended that she hadn't heard her son. Fighting through the lump in her throat, she managed to mutter, "Uh... sorry baby, I didn't hear what you said." She smiled weakly, "Guess your mom is getting old."
The weak attempt to defuse the situation failed. Completely serious, Josh replied, "I know you heard what I said." He stepped closer, the pungent, yet undeniably male aroma from his cock coaxing a burst of fluid from Carol's vagina that soaked her panties. He looked down into her blue eyes, "And I meant every word. You taught me to always keep my promises."
Josh's unyielding gaze made Carol shudder imperceptibly. She couldn't believe that her son, her handsome baby boy, could reduce her, a fully grown woman, to an awestruck teenage girl. No less than five minutes ago, an errant boy had sheepishly asked his mother to look under his bed for a lost trinket; she even playfully scolded him and mussed his hair. Now, his ruse to reveal his physical gifts successful, a man stood large over a woman, demanding her surrender.
She stammered, "Swee... sweetie... I... we can't." Fighting every voice in her head enjoining her to succumb, she blurted out the only rational defense she had, "Your father... jesus your father". The thought of her spouse brought along a torrent of guilt and fear, "I love your dad and I could never. We're happily married."
"Bullshit. I know he can't satisfy you," Josh calmly intoned.
Carol was flabbergasted at her son's casual dismissal of his father. Mike had always been a loving husband and father, and until now, Carol had been sure that Josh revered his dad. Besides, while her spouse was no lothario, he was a patient and caring lover. With this rational defense, Carol regained some authority. "You don't know what you're talking about! Your father is a wonderful lover." Yet, even as she said them, Carol's words rang hollow somehow. She couldn't ignore that the years had produced a mismatch between her husband's waning libido and her increasingly desperate desire.
The boy smiled, noting the lack of conviction in his mother's denial. Years of covert reconnaissance on his parents' marital bed had given him a keen insight into his mother's sexual proclivities. Yes, his father used cunnilingus where his tiny penis and insignificant stamina had failed. Hell, he might have even given her a rare climax she didn't have to fake. Yet, it was the small things that neither parent wished to acknowledge that were the most interesting: the innumerable nights when Josh's concupiscent mother was denied by her tired husband, her silent boredom and disgust as the fat old man on top of her thrust away, the dissatisfied way she clamped her legs sometimes, the frantic way she fingered her pussy during an "orgasm" trying to scratch an itch that just couldn't be reach.
"I know from first-hand experience what a completely satisfied woman looks like. In the past five years, I've not once seen you satisfied."
The initial shock of learning that her son was a Peeping Tom was overridden by the surprise that her son was not a virgin. It should have been obvious, she realized, perusing his cerulean eyes, long dirty blonde hair, sturdy Roman nose, sensuous lips, and square jaw; yet, she had always seen Josh as her innocent mama's boy. Carol felt a twinge of jealousy and an itch deep inside her belly as she saw a vision of her son's tan, muscular arms wrapped around some shrieking high school floozy, his shiny quadriceps bulging as he mercilessly fucked her. The middle-aged mother felt like she was going to pass out.
"First-hand experience?"
'Plenty. Recently, more and more of them have said I'm easily the best they've ever had. I've been training hard for this day, mom."
Oh god, it was premeditated. Carol began to shake.
Josh knew she was his. He took her tiny hand, and with meeting no resistance, placed it on his penis. The temperature difference between her cool hand and his warm babymaker made him hiss softly. As if by instinct, Carol's fingers curled around the base of the massive cock - she gawked at how much length and girth still remained.
Josh wrapped his much larger hand over hers and began stroking. He moaned softly, "Aren't you curious mom? Don't you want to know what a man twice as long and wide as your husband feels like inside you?"
Carol watched with morbid fascination as the colossal glans disappeared and reappeared within the pale skin of her son's shaft. The itch in her womb was now unbearable.
"Yes," she croaked out.
"Stand up." Carol could barely feel her legs. Josh had to help her up.
Without a word, Josh slowly undid the ribbon on his mother's robe. He then slipped it off her shoulders, causing the blue garment to pool on the floor.
Josh's breathing quickened as he saw unobscured for the first time the body he had secretly worshipped for the last five years. His eyes began at the small, arched feet, complete with pink nail polish and moved onto her round calves. He couldn't help but smile at the soaking white panties and beads of pussy juice running down his mother's milky-white thighs, confirming her obvious arousal. The pleasurable vision continued up over a surprisingly toned stomach and onto the black lace bra that barely held a pair of formidable udders within. Her rapid breaths made the large pale orbs rise and fall under her flushed chest and taut neck.
