It was an hour before sunrise when Helen Warner slipped quietly into her son Andrew's bedroom. Andrew lay flat on his back with only a thin sheet pulled up to his waist, broad muscular chest rising and falling in the gentle rhythm of deep sleep. She felt a twinge of guilt at her intention to awaken him so early; a young man needed his rest. But the massive hard cock tenting his bed sheets told her that he would probably not object.
Mother and son had lived alone together in their big suburban split-level since Helen had separated from her husband six months ago, just a few weeks after Andrew's eighteenth birthday. The timing of the two events had not been a coincidence. Having no husband around the place meant that no one would be interrupting them this morning. Helen could fuck and suck her son at her leisure.
Andrew's big purple cockhead poked out in the open air above the covers. Helen stripped off her short transparent negligee and let it drop to the carpet. She sat down on the edge of the bed, brushed her shoulder-length red hair out of her face, and tugged the sheets halfway down her son's crotch for a closer look. He was fully hard in his sleep, and she caught her breath at the beauty of his big, pulsing prick. After all these months she still couldn't get over how huge Andrew was! The last time she'd measured his erection, it had been over ten inches long.
Tall and strong as he was, Helen knew that Andrew was still growing. She was sure that included his cock. Her saucer-sized brown nipples stiffened at the notion. She lifted one of her big round breasts to her lips and flicked her tongue across the hard nubbin, sending a thrill of pleasure from her tits to her aching cunt.
Helen loved getting herself off this way, sucking her own tits and playing with her dripping pussy. She'd become quite an expert at self-pleasure in her twenties, and now, at thirty-seven, could bring herself to a quick hard orgasm within seconds--or, as she preferred, she could play with her lush body for hour upon hour, building up to a bone-rattling cum that would leave her gasping on the edge of passing out.
In fact, she'd been doing just that for the past two hours, trying to hold off the urge to fuck her son again until he'd had a proper chance for his batteries to recharge. But as delicious as jacking herself off could be, it was nothing compared to the ecstasy of being fucked by a hard cock--especially when the cock was the monstrous organ that jutted up before her eyes now, the cock that belonged to her own flesh and blood.
Helen leaned down and blew a gentle puff of warm air across the head of Andrew's prick. It leaped and thrust straight up into the air. A few droplets of clear pre-cum seeped from the slit. She dipped her face lower and very gently licked up the tasty goo as it rolled down the cleft on the underside of his cock helmet. When he stirred and moaned in his sleep she paused and waited for him to settle back into slumber. This was a little game that Helen frequently played in the mornings, seeing how long she could suck and play with Andrew's prick without waking him up. Several times she'd got him to shoot his load before he could open his eyes, and once he'd awakened with a start as his prick was sliding upward into her little pussy.
Yes, Helen enjoyed the sexy game and it served the purpose of reminding her big, strapping son which of them was still in charge around this household. The result of her masterful ways of giving Andrew pleasure was that he adored her now more than he ever had before. But then, most men that she'd fucked felt the same way.
Helen never had a problem finding lots of men to satisfy her constant sexual cravings, either before or during her twenty-year marriage. Her huge, soft tits were round and perfect and almost too big for her petite frame. Her legs were long and full, her ankles tiny and her hips full. Her generous ass was a match for her tits, which she supposed was a lucky thing to keep her from toppling forward when she walked.
Helen had discovered when she was still in school that men had a hard time keeping their hands off her buns when she was close. That had suited her fine. If a man wanted her there was a pretty good chance that she'd spread her legs for him. Helen always wanted cock that badly.
And now she had the cock she'd always wanted, a prick as big and perfect as her daddy's had been, and all the time in the world to enjoy it.
She tugged the sheets down past her son's knees, exposing his swollen, hairless, apple-sized balls. After she'd taken Andrew's virginity she'd insisted that he let her shave him regularly, from head to toe. She liked to lick and suck and tongue-bath him all over whenever they both had the time, and hair tickled her nose and throat and was an all-around nuisance.
Sliding her fingers lightly up her son's inner thigh until the tips grazed his balls, Helen cupped and rolled the big warm eggs in her palm. She could tell that they were packed full of jizm this morning, despite Andrew having pumped all of her holes full of cum last evening. Young men had such amazing powers of recovery! This was why, well into her thirties, she had continued to prefer teenaged lovers over men her own age.
It was why she'd taken her current job, as a substitute teacher of Senior Algebra at the local high school: privately "counseling" those eighteen-year-old guys provided her with steady access to an ever-renewing supply of young fuckmeat--and they were all so grateful, and eager to learn.
Andrew moaned in his sleep again and opened his thighs wider. Helen took advantage of the opportunity to climb fully onto the bed and kneel between his legs. Opening her mouth wide, she swallowed one of his big balls. At the same time, she encircled the tip of his rampant prick with her thumb and index finger and very slowly drew them down along the length of his hard-on.
"Mmmm..." Andrew's whole body twitched. Helen swirled her tongue over the ball in her mouth. She moved her fingers up and down her son's fuck rod, pausing to capture more of the pre-cum that was now running in a steady stream from his cock slit and using it to lubricate her hand so that she could jack him faster.
Helen released her son's ball and swallowed the other, nursing at the hot spongy flesh as if she could suck the jizz directly out of it. Then she reached up between his asscheeks and poked a fingertip into his asshole.
"Jesus!" Andrew's eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright. "What the--oh, Mom. It's you."
"Yep, it's just little old me," Helen laughed. "Just the same old slut who lives here and cooks and cleans and drains the cum out of your nuts every day. Hope you're not too disappointed."
"Hell, no." Andrew folded his arms behind his head and leaned back on his pillow. "And you're not old. You've got the tightest pussy and hottest mouth of any gal I know."
"Including Jeannie Seagrave?"
The Seagraves were neighbors. Helen's first good look at her son's adult cock had been when she'd turned home early one afternoon shortly after his eighteenth birthday, and caught him with Jeannie on the living room couch. Andrew had been sitting with his jeans around his ankles. Slender, blonde Jeannie had been lying naked with her head in his lap and his cock all the way down her throat. Andrew had gripped the back of her head in one big hand, fingers tangled in her long curls, and was fucking her face.
Wild-eyed, Jeannie gargled and gulped frantically as Andrew lifted her head until only the tip of his prick was between her lips, not letting her up quite far enough to ever slip out. Then he shoved her downward again, inch after inch of the most magnificent cock that Helen had ever seen disappearing into her bulging throat until her pert little freckled nose disappeared into the nest of his pubic hair. Then again, and again.
