My Mom Loves it Big
Chapter 2: The Last Present
I know what you’re probably thinking: this kid’s got it made. He has all the perks of being a kid, and he can get it on with his hot, easy Mom whenever he likes. Hell, they’ve been fucking since he was old enough to get an erection -- which is earlier than you might imagine.
But things aren’t that simple. Life isn’t some cutesy /ss/ manga where the kid is charismatic, hung like a stallion and has all his female relatives clamoring to park his meat inside of them. Nor is it like bad internet fiction, where a grown woman somehow gets multiple orgasms from her kid’s awkward little dick that’s no bigger than her thumb.
Let me explain what I’m getting at, in case you’re missing the point.
Okay, so after the party, I basically dumped all my cool new stuff into my room and rushed to my traditional birthday dinner. There are comics begging for my attention, but the sooner I got through my mom’s beef casserole (which was pretty epic, by the way), the sooner I would get to ‘dessert’.
So yeah, I was pitching the biggest tent in my shorts that evening. My knees bounced up and down with excitement. I was choc-full of sexual energy that I was desperate to unload. I wolfed down her casserole like a mad child. My mom had turned on the fan and the cool air was blowing goose bumps onto her skin and pressing the thin dress against her chest. Her stiffening nipples screamed out to me.
And then her cellphone rang.
“Hello? Sylvia baby, how the hell are you?”
Crap, not Sylvia. She was my mom’s cousin – more of a sister than anything (at least more than Aunt Loretta, who never approved of my mom’s single-parent lifestyle) – and my mom could have marathons on the phone with her.
“The party was fine, it’s a shame you couldn’t come and see him. I know right? Well, I could say he looks like his father but... haha. God I couldn’t even tell you his name if I wanted! What? Oh you didn’t!”
“Mom?” I quested, a coldness suddenly welling up inside me that had nothing to do with the blowing fan.
My mom crossed one leg over the other, her own casserole forgotten. “Fuck off, you dirty liar! You are! Huh? No, no, no, just wait I’ll… I’ve got to move.”
“Mom?”
But mom disappeared into her bedroom, where the uproarious conversation continued.
Part of me had worried something like this would happen. It would be a lie if I said I was swimming in pussy – my mom very much called the shots as far as our little ‘love-ins’ were concerned, even on my birthday.
I finished off my dinner with none of the enthusiasm from before, dumped my plate in the sink and decided to give it one more shot. I knocked on her door. “Mom? Can I ask you something?”
The conversation suddenly stopped. “Not now Rogan. Come back in half an hour, okay?”
“Okay,” I mumbled, dragging my feet back to my room where a treasure trove of cool new stuff would hopefully lift my spirits.
I had to admit, the new games were good. I was impressed by the exploding head physics in Jarhead Elite, but the thin, big-chested protagonist in Last Legend XV only reminded me of what I was missing...
And eventually it got to be too much. I turned off the game before even finishing the tutorial in Last Legend VX (though rumor had it the tutorial took twelve hours to complete) and darted out, leaving the TV still on. Heading towards my mom’s bedroom, I couldn’t hear a sound. Their conversation was over. I nudged the door open.
My mom sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair. A glass of red wine sat on her bedside table.
I coughed.
She turned. Her makeup was still on but her ears no longer glimmered with dangling gold. She flashed me a smile. “Hey there, Mr. Ten-Year-Old.”
“Hi.” I awkwardly invited myself in and sat on the bed.
“What’s on your mind?” She knew exactly what was on my mind, but he was going to tease me.
Without meeting her gaze, I pulled off my shirt and pants, suddenly naked before her. Then, I turned to face her, kneeled up on the bed and dug my fingers into the sides of her dress, tugging at it. “Let’s do it, mom.”
She laughed, taking hold of my hands and bringing them down. “Here, Rogan. I’ll unwrap your present for you.”
She gripped the hem of her dress and with one fluid motion drew it over her head. I never, ever, ever got tired of seeing Mom naked. Her hips – those hips that had carried me for three quarters of a year – were wide and commanding. Her nipples were large, dark discs against the soft flesh of her breasts. I had very powerful, recent memories of suckling on those juicy things while she played with me.
She lay on her tummy, lifting her big, round butt in the air. “Have at me, kid.”
I knelt down between her legs and grabbed each thick, succulent cheek, spreading them apart. It was all there for the taking. Her wet, hairless lips whispered to me. Her asshole winked as my fingers brushed it. I was suddenly so hard it was painful; my cock could barely wait to be shoved inside her.
Not wasting another moment, I grabbed hold of the base of my shaft and shuffled forward, the throbbing tip of my bare prick aiming right for her slit. Her lips parted, and my entire cock slipped inside with ease.
“Oh fuck, Mom!”
“Language, baby.”
“Sorry.”
I started to thrust lightly, loving the depth and warmth of my mom’s vagina. My prick felt ready to explode all the same. It’d only been a week or two, but it always felt like months between lays.
“Mmm, that feels nice, baby,” she said, while... trying to beat her high score on Candy Crush.
It doesn’t matter, I told myself. Just keep going. I picked up the pace, pushing my dick deeper and harder inside her. “Yeah, take it, Mom! You love it when I do you, don’t you? You love your son sticking it in you.”
I was a little hurt when I heard her suppress a chuckle and didn’t lift a finger from her phone. “Sure do, honey.” She didn’t sound insincere but... it was pretty obvious she wasn’t as into this as I was. Her phone beeped and chirped as she reached a new high score.
I slowed down to a gradual stop.
My mom turned her attention away from her phone. “You done already, honey?”
“No, it’s just...”
She stared at me; caring, but confused. The look in her face suggested that she could end our little love session right there if she wanted. It simply didn’t mean as much to her as it did to me.
“You like doing this, don’t you?”
She smiled. “Of course. You’re my only son, why wouldn’t I?”
“It’s just...I don’t know. You don’t scream or anything like you do with the grown-ups when they come over.”
She stared at me, blankly. And then. “Don’t you want to keep going, honey?”
I did, so I resumed my pace, trying my best not to think about all the noises she wasn’t making on my account. But the jealousy grew to be too much, and I soon began flirting with the iea of a little rule-breaking.
My mum’s butthole winked at me – tempting me. I paused, considered it, and then when my dick ‘accidentally’ slipped out of her, it then ‘accidentally’ slipped towards the other hole…
The moment the tip touched her more sensitive hole, she pulled away from me. “Whoa, back up there, buster. That’s the wrong hole.”
I knew better than to deny it. “C’mon, Mom.”
”Don’t you ‘come on’ me, Rogan. You know the rules. No what-what-in-the-butt.”
”But it’s my birthday!” And I wanted so desperately for her to actually make a freaking noise when I had sex with her.
“I don’t care if it’s your inauguration into the Whitehouse, you’re not putting it in there.”
Before I could even argue, she said, “Now are we going to do this, or not, birthday boy?”
I sighed. There was no pint pushing this further. “Well, in that case... could you...”
She cocked an eyebrow.
“Could you, like, pretend it’s really good for you?”
She dropped her phone on the bedside stand. “Sure thing. Whatever my little buddy wants. Come on, start pounding Mommy.”
I began to thrust again, my prick slipping in and out of her.
The shriek my mother let out scared me stiff. She gripped the edge of the mattress, her face contorted in agony. “Sweet holy Jesus fuck!”
My mouth dropped open, but my hips had a mind of their own and continuing to pound at her soft flesh.
“Rogan my sweet baby, you do your Mommy so well. Oh Mary mother of Jesus you’re making me so wet, you’re making your Mommy so wet with your big, hard, strong dick.” She gazed at me through half-lidded eyes, passing her red tongue over her lips and moaning. She bounced her ass against my cock and squished her full boobs against the bed sheets.
I felt the heat rush to my face. And, well, to the rest of my body too. What could I say? I got what I asked for. But in some way her obvious overacting was worse than her disinterest before. It was patronizing, even to a kid like me. Before, she was just quietly letting it show that I wasn’t doing much for her – now she was screaming it from the rooftops.
I don’t think my mom meant to hurt me, but I suddenly started to feel more than a little silly, which took a lot of the fun right out of what we were doing.
I pushed onwards, determined to cum. By the time I was close, my mom was shaking the edge of the mattress, smacking her round butt against my groin like she wanted to bounce me off the bed. I pumped my cock in and out of her harder and let the hot squeeze of my mom’s pussy around my prick take me over the edge. My sweaty fingers slipped on the warm flesh of her waist. The pleasure rippled through my balls; I pushed my body between my mom’s butt cheeks and came inside her, harder than I had in a long, long time.
“Mmm, yeah cum inside me, Rogan, cum deep inside your Mommy.”
There’s nothing quite like the feel of shooting your seed deeply and freely inside your very attractive mom. And I won’t lie, I was swimming in euphoria for a while – the embarrassment momentarily forgotten. I got to experience something most men (and boys) around town only dreamed of.
But then the pleasure subsided. I felt the cool sweat on my skin. The smell of sex hung thick in the air. And the embarrassment came again. The knowledge that I was just a dumb kid with a little dick who couldn’t possibly give his mom real pleasure. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“All done, baby? Clean Mommy up and then head off to bed. I’ve got some stuff to do before I hit the hay.”
I did as I was told. While gently passing a towel over my mom’s pussy, I saw the glob of cum surface and dribble out. At least, what passed for a shot of cum. There were times when I couldn’t even find what it was I shot into her – like her deep, hungry vagina devoured what little semen my young self could produce.
“Thanks honey. Did you have fun?”
“Yes, Mom.”
“Good, now give Mommy a kiss and then straight to bed.”
I leant in to plant one on her lips, my love for her suddenly getting the better of me as I tried to slip my tongue inside. But as always, she was the one in control. She pulled her head away, giving me no more than a warm, lingering kiss. She rustled my hair and chuckled. “Love you, my silly boy,” she said with a genuine smile.
That eased things a little.
Miss Mass was as bad a bitch as they came. Disgustingly rotund and dripping in a thick, honey-like fluid, she was in every way more powerful than the huge, shape-shifting Blob.
I was finally getting into the story of my new comic when I heard the squeal of car brakes outside the house and the dying rumble of an engine. There was the slam of a car door and the sound of our own front door opening.
“Hey there, Mister.”
“Well, well, what’s a pretty li’l girl like you standin’ ‘round in the cold evenin’ fer?”
I threw the comic onto the floor and pulled the blanket over my head. I screwed my eyes shut, thinking that the harder I shut my eyes the quicker I would fall asleep. I didn’t want any knowledge of what was going to happen, though I knew there was nothing I could do to ignore it.
It came. It always came. The almost cartoony squeaking of bedsprings; the banging bedhead against the wall. And above all, the ferocious, genuine shrieks of my mother getting her rocks off.
“Come on, you big Irish fuck! I’m not your wife; harder goddammit!”
His thick, stupid accent rang out in every incomprehensible word he shouted. I hated him so much, even though he was my friend’s dad. So many of them were my friends’ dads, but I hated them all.
I imagined myself being like the Unfathomable Blob – shifting my shape so that I had the biggest, thickest, baddest cock in the world. I would break down the door, hold up my weapon and use it to thwack Mr O’Malley out the window. And then, and my mom stared wide-eyed and my enormous mass of a cock, I would give her exactly what she needed. I would make her scream like she never screamed before. Every word that burst out of her mouth was my name as I gave her the orgasm of her life.
That’s what I would do, if I wasn’t just some kid.
Despite the noise and the raging in my heart, my fantasy eventually carried me to sleep.
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