The front door of the Adams house was propped open by a portable fan, its blades spinning in a futile attempt to cool the stifling interior. Helen didn't bother to knock. If she was in luck, Mark would be home alone.
He was, sitting up naked in his bed and swiping through images on his iPhone. As he swiped with one hand, he stroked the immense pussy-pleaser that reared up between his legs like a Greek marble column. Helen snuck up behind him.
"Anyone I know?" she teased.
Mark let go of his cock and sat bolt upright. "Helen--Ms. Warner! What are you doing here?"
"Watching you jack off, silly. And it's still Helen. Relax, babe. We're all alone here." A broad grin of horny anticipation split his face. Helen glanced at the picture he was viewing: a fortyish blonde with ridiculous bolt-on tits, sucking cock. "Your mom's are bigger, and they're natural. Bet you love tit-fucking 'em, too."
"Aw crap, how'd you figure that out?" Mark looked alarmed.
"Intuition. A mother knows these things." She slid into bed next to him, replacing his hand with her much smaller one, and tightly gripped the root of his cock. It was too big for her to close her fist. It was one of few cocks she'd had that were bigger than her own son's. New thrills to look forward to.
"I don't know where Mom went, or how long she'll be gone."
"Long enough for me to finish what I started. I'm sure of it."
Helen shut her eyes, blocking out everything but the long, fat boner pulsing between her lips. She devoted her complete attention to the joy of sucking Mark's cock. His was a magnificent specimen, and she meant to addict him to the pleasures of her body before all other women. Except, maybe, Carrie. It was impossible to match the forbidden allure of mother-pussy.
She bobbed her head up and down, slowly fucking her throat with the turgid pillar of his fuck pole. The sounds of her loud slurping and gurgling filled the small bedroom. She licked feverishly at the cock cream oozing out of his cock slit. Mark tangled his fingers in her brunette curls, holding her down and shoving his ass up to make her take more. At that point, Helen pulled her mouth entirely off his cock.
"Aw, why'd ya stop?" he asked plaintively. "You were doing great. I was about to shoot!"
"Look here, Chief, let's get something straight. You come on way too strong. You think you're proving that you're some tough, grown-up guy, but you've got your mother worried half to death. She's afraid you're out of control."
"Jeez," Mark said softly. "I thought she liked the way I did her."
"I'm sure she does, sometimes. I know I love being dominated by a stud who knows what he wants--sometimes. If you want to stay out of trouble, listen to your mother. She'll tell you what she wants and when. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. Now that we've got that straightened out..." Helen sat up and threw a leg over Mark, planting her knees on the bed to either side of his hips. "I'll finish that blowjob later. I've waited long enough, to finally pleasure my pussy with this monster."
Her fingertips moved delicately along the underside of his cock, maneuvering him up toward the mouth of her cunt. She rubbed her wet slit back and forth over his fuck knob several times before slipping the tip up into her buttery cock socket. Mark watched, fascinated, as she lowered herself onto him, his fat fuck rod disappearing an inch at a time into her smooth, hairless pussy.
Helen's cunt was like sticking his dick into a sucking whirlpool of hot lotion. He gritted his teeth and clutched the edges of the mattress as she slowly took all of him. He wished he'd managed to rub one out before she'd shown up without warning, so that he'd at least have a chance of holding back his ball load for a few minutes longer. But he had the definite feeling that if he popped early he'd have plenty of opportunities to make up for it down the line.
"At last!" Helen hissed, eyes rolling up under their lids as she impaled herself upon the biggest cock she'd fucked since one afternoon at her gym, almost nineteen years ago. The anonymous blonde hunk of a bodybuilder whom she'd spread for in the sauna, after catching a glimpse of the giant meathammer hanging between his legs. He'd pumped two thick, creamy loads of semen into her fertile womb while she was ovulating. She'd never seen him again. But her first good long look at her grown son's fully erect cock, almost a year ago, had confirmed what Helen had always suspected. No way was Tom Warner Andrew's father.
She worked her cunt patiently down Mark's thick, rigid pole. When at last it was buried completely inside her tight, clinging pussy, she sat on top of him for a few seconds without moving. Just savoring the pleasure of having her cunt crammed full of hot meat all the way up to the entrance of her womb.
"Got it all!" she cried triumphantly as she started bucking excitedly up and down. Mark's hands slid down under the pliant globes of her humping ass and he thrust back at her, hard.
"Fuck me, Mark! Screw the Hell out of me, fuck my brains out with that goddamn big dick! Oh yeah, I'm cumming already!" Helen pushed her hand down to the junction of their loins to rub her swollen clit. "Cumming," she cried. "Cumming, don't stop! Harder, harder--" Her ravished fuck tunnel spasmed around the driving steel of the young stud's mighty prick.
Mark fucked furiously into her cunt, wincing as his balls swelled with his first morning load of jizz. "Gotta cum!" he warned Helen. He thrust his hips high off the bed, slamming his hard-on as far into her pussy as he could.
