From Mom to Toy

Literotic asexstories – From Mom to Toy by Best_Husband_Ever,Best_Husband_Ever “… -id you even hear me? Do you want …?” Jenny was saying as she opened the door to her son’s room, but his shout of “Mom! Close the door” stopped her cold.

The scene she was greeted with was her 18 year old son Zach standing, dick in hand, his other hand raised to block her eye line (but it wasn’t working). His computer screen was a frozen image of some porn video. Thanks to it being paused she couldn’t tell what exactly was happening and she might have not know for sure it was porn if the logo of the site and all of the surrounding ads not been so explicit.

“I’m…so sorry!” she muttered, but she didn’t retreat. Not right away. She found herself as frozen as the couple on Zach’s screen, staring at the cock her son was holding.

Damn, he’s big! The thought came unbidden to Jenny’s mind before she could stop it. Eww! He’s your son! Quit looking, weirdo!

“So sorry!” she said again, and fled the scene.

Back downstairs she must have looked shell shocked. “Everything ok?” her husband Roy asked.

“Yeah… yeah! Totally!” She shook herself and then laughed. “I umm, interrupted a private moment.”

“Oh? Oh!” Roy got it and laughed. “Poor guy! I told you that you had to start knocking and letting him do his own laundry. For all our sakes!”

They shared another laugh and neither were surprised when Zach chose to take the bus to school, avoiding them entirely by slipping out the front door with a “love you, bye.”

******

“Oh no!” Amber, Jenny’s best friend, said when Jenny told her. “He’s probably so embarrassed. How are you? Traumatized?”

“No! I mean he’s younger than I wanted him to be before he started using porn. I’d rather he be 90! But I’m not surprised. Kids these days get their sex ed online before we ever think to tell them the old birds and bees.”

“But it’s something you can’t unsee.”

Oh, girl! More than you realize! The truth was Jenny had been replaying the image of her young son holding his big cock, over and over. She didn’t dare tell her friend that detail, let alone how she felt a tingle of excitement when she imagined it. It was gross, but Jenny rationalized it as her mammalian instincts fighting with her maternal ethics and briefly winning. No big deal. Purely biological.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget, that’s for sure,” is all she said about it. “But anyway, that’s what I get for not knocking. I guess I’m glad I already make him do his laundry.”

“Oh, yeah,” Amber said, “because of the panties.”

This silenced Jenny for a moment. “Excuse me? Panties?”

Amber looked at her like it was obvious and why was Jenny making her say it out loud. She rolled her eyes and sighed. “In case he’s stealing your panties?” Like, duh?

“Amber! What? What is that?”

“Oh, come on. Boys do that! I know my brothers stole mine and my mom’s. They use them to…you know?” She made a whacking off gesture, complete with open hand splooge and a sound effect raspberry. Jenny broke out in giggles.

“Jesus! What? I didn’t have brothers. That’s a thing? I just meant I’d find his jerk off sock!”

“Oh, they don’t wash the jerk off sock. They use it until it’s too stiff and then throw it away.”

This doubled Jenny over with laughter. “Holy shit! I’m not ready to be a teen boy mom! Not at all!”

“Here’s a tip then: Double check you panties drawer.”

******

Zach is not stealing my panties! I do not have to check my panties drawer!

This was Jenny’s mantra for hours while she did chores around the house. And it had nearly kept her from going through her underwear until she started wondering which pair a boy his age would pick? Surely something impractical–one of her lacier thongs or complicated string get-ups. She rarely wore those so they’d likely be buried at the bottom of the drawer. She’d never miss them unless she checked.

Minutes later Jenny was sitting amid a mound of clean panties on her bed. Once uncompressed, the contents of the drawer made quite a large pile. But at the bottom she’d found all of her lacier, racier, most enticing panties undisturbed.

She wrestled with a little disappointment when she found them and inwardly chastised herself for being let down by her son not being a perv.

She made herself feel relieved. Zach was jerking off but he wasn’t doing it with his mom’s underwear. That was a good thing.

Jenny began stuffing her underwear back in the drawer. “Oh! I forgot I had these! They’re so cute!” She stopped stuffing and started browsing. Before long she was holding pairs up and looking at herself in the mirror. She had so many she’d forgotten.

“Oh, why not?” she says aloud as she started shucking off her jeans and underwear and started trying on long-forgotten pairs.

She pulled on a pair of turquoise thongs with just the cutest strappy back! She bought them back when low rise pants were a thing and she used to love how the thin satin straps showed above her low belt line.

They still looked great! Jenny made a note to put them back into rotation.

She found another pair, thong as well, with cherry blossoms embroidered on their lace front and faux pearls along the straps that hugged her hip and ran up her crack.

These are so needlessly sexy! she thought. They weren’t part of a set. Just daintily slutty panties that for some reason she’d bought.

She looked at herself in the mirror, her white t-shirt on top adding to the casual sexiness of the panties. She did the Houdini trick and slid her bra out from under her shirt, then looked again. Pinched her nipples hard, then looked yet again.

This little getup was working! It was giving “woke up sexy” meets “secretly seductive.” She thought of what Roy would think of her in this, coming out of the en suite for cuddle time.

In the mirror she turned this way and that. “Oh, do you like these?” she asked no one, since she was alone. She feigned a giggle and touched her hair. “You think they’re sexy? I forgot I had these on …” She liked how she sounded, playing the innocent, naive tease. “What do you mean they’re pretty little? They cover everything!”

She was turning herself on now! She forgot sometimes that she was a hot woman — still petite and tight, even into her 40s. She turned heads when she wasn’t made up and dressed to impress, but that paradoxically didn’t make her feel attractive. It just convinced her men would look at anything.

But seeing herself and hearing herself now, she felt really hot!

“Oh, what’s that? You want to see the back? Don’t laugh. They don’t cover much…” She turned her back to the mirror to check out her round ass swallowing the string of pearls…

And caught sight of Zach. The was staring at her from the hall.

****

Roy couldn’t stop laughing. “He was just … just standing there … and you were …” He lost it again, peals of laughter doubling him over.

“Stop!” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, though. How could she expect him to?

It was her turn to be embarrassed. But in the grand scheme of things, her son seeing her in her underwear wasn’t a huge deal. She had left out the part of talking to herself and rehearsing her seductive persona.

“What made you start trying on panties anyway?” he asked.

So she told him what Amber had said and he laughed some more. “You were looking in the wrong place anyway,” he said, wiping tears. “He wouldn’t take them out of your drawer. He’d swipe them from your hamper.”

******

The next day, Jenny just happened to have a partial load of laundry to run and had the bright idea to check if Zach had anything he needed washed. Just good mom stuff.

Taking her basket into his room, she realized that he was using the typical, teen boy “clean pile/dirty pile” method. A quick look clued her into which pile was which and she started gathering up the dirty pile. Piece by piece.

Nothing.

Not that she expected to find her panties in his room! She definitely had not been hoping to!

Come on, Jennifer! What are you thinking? You don’t want to be part of your son’s masturbation routine, dummy!

She was just about to leave his room with her basket when she saw a familiar shade of purple stuffed under Zach’s bed. She pulled the exposed fabric and out slithered her purple-with-black-polka dots satin thong. And it was more than a little stiff.

Tuesday — I wore these on Tuesday. He must have stole them off the top of her hamper and stashed them. She wouldn’t have missed them yet.

She held up the abused little garment. It had definitely been used rough. And put away wet, from the looks of the stains.

She felt gross, holding them. They had her son’s teenage wank all over them. So why didn’t she just wash them? She eyed the basket. She was going to run a load anyway …

She left the basket and took them to her room. She got in her closet and looked for the shoebox with her toys. When she opened it, the big blue dildo Roy had bought her seemed to jump out at her. She hadn’t liked the thing — too big, too cold. Nothing like the real thing.

But now it brought to mind the image that had haunted her — her son’s big cock, hard in his hand.

She took the big hunk of silicone out and examined it for the first time in years. She closed her hand around it, gauging it against her memory.

About the same.

She shook her head clear of dirty thoughts, looked once more into the box, then dropped in the used panties and put it back in the closet.

*****

“See? I told you. Boys are all the same. I bet seeing you modeling your fuck-me panties isn’t helping…”

“Amber!”

“Oh whatever he has a hot mom. Not his fault. Not your fault. I bet his friends are obsessed with you. Have been for years. With them saying stuff, how can he not think stuff?”

“Wait, you don’t think he’s thinking of me, do you?”

“Only if you give him a reason to…”

*****

This is crazy, Jenny! Go put on pants, Jenny!

The voice in her head wouldn’t stop yelling at her to pull out of this ridiculous plan, but every time she thought it, she put her head down and kept baking.

When Zach walked in, he saw rows of cooling cookies … and his mom’s nearly naked ass.

Jenny had taken off her pants and put on some soft, comfy, yet super cute cotton thongs. Then she’d put on her apron to bake for the PTO bake sale. But, oops! She’d forgotten to put her pants back on before Zach got home!

“Z! You’re home!” Jenny threw a smile over her shoulder at him and popped her hip. She felt her ass jiggle fetchingly and she almost blushed at how out of control stupid she was being.

“Oh!” she said, and turned toward him as if she was hiding her bare bottom. Now facing him, the apron hid her panties, but it made her look like she had nothing on bottom. The apron fell right at the top of her thighs. “I got hot so I took my pants off.” She turned slightly to illustrate her point, mooning him briefly again. She giggled and heard notes of her the spacey bimbo voice she had used in front of the mirror.

Zach was frozen but he had a smile lifting the corners of his mouth while he gazed at his mom’s nearly naked ass.

“I’m almost finished,” she continued. “You don’t care if I finish like this, right? I mean it’s not like you haven’t already seen me.” She wrinkled her nose at him to let him know she was not mad about that.

“Uh, no. No! I mean go ahead mom. It’s cool.”

Jenny giggled and clapped (like an idiot, but it looked cute) and then proceeded to try her damnedest to ignore his gaze while she bopped around in the kitchen. She pretended to be busy “checking” the cooling cookies, swaying to a song in her head and almost blushing when she could feel her ass jiggling.

Almost an hour later Zach was still sitting at the table, homework out but with his eyes tracking her every move.

******

“I don’t know, baby! You might be too big for me. Let’s just see.” She slowly sat back and gasped when the hardness began to fill her. “Oh god! Zach! Go slow baby! You’re so big!”

She rocked back and forth and felt it slide farther into her. “Fuck!” she gasped when it went past the deepest place she’d ever had a cock, but still there was more.

“Oh fuck you’re so big, Z! So big! Uhnnnnn, god! Baby you’re bigger than your dad!” She giggled breathily while bouncing softly to work the big thing deeper into her pussy.

She looked under, still seeing a couple inches of blue silicone not inside her. She was full to the brim! No way Zach was really this big, right?

After dinner she’d gone to “take a shower” and stripped off her clothes, placing them on top of the hamper. As an afterthought, she grabbed the panties she’d been wearing and showing off to Zach earlier and left them right one top.

She’d gotten her toy and some waterproof lube, and now she was kneeling in the tub, the blue pseudo-cock suctioned to the bottom, and she was fucking herself into a frenzy thinking of her young son.

“Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhh god it’s big! Fuck it feels so good baby!” She bit her lip and made herself relax, then pushed down until the last two inches were inside her.

“Fuckkkk, baby, you’re so big I’m gonna cum! Yes! Zach, make me cum!” She couldn’t believe her own dirty talk and wondered where her filthy fantasies were even coming from. But every time she said her son’s name, thought of his face looking up at her, or noticed how much fucking bigger this damned toy was than what she was used to, it sent bright streams of horny pleasure to her loins and made her bounce even more.

“I’m close! So close! Zach … baby … fuck!!!!” She slammed down on the dildo and felt her pussy gush inside. Her whole body was awash in color, heat, and the most exquisite pleasure. She rocked her hips and moaned loudly, milking every sensation out of her orgasm that she could, urging it along until she felt her breath catch. She held still and watched her vision swim, unable to take a breath in from how incredibly hard she came.

Jenny laid in the tub, recovering and recolllecting until she could stand, then dried herself off and went back to the bedroom.

When she looked at her hamper, the panties were gone.

******

It was the middle of the night when Jenny woke up to pee. She headed for the en suite, but something made her feel like using the one down the hall. When she got out of her room, the hall was lit by a blueish glow, and Jenny saw Zach’s door was cracked.

She crept closer, careful not to let the old wood floor creak as she peered around the door frame. Sure enough, Zach was at his computer, headphones on and a raunchy video playing.

And just as she had hoped, his cock was out and he had her cotton thong from earlier wrapped around it.

Again she marveled over how big his cock was! She didn’t know where that had come from — her husband Roy certainly wasn’t anything special. She loved him and enjoyed the sex, but his cock size wasn’t the best part, certainly.

Zach, on the other hand, had the kind of cock that made girls stay with shitty men for too damn long. The kind of cock that made your girlfriends say, “Girl, I get it, but buy a vibrator and move on.” The kind that made perfectly faithful wives and girlfriends cheat with some stranger after a night out with the girls where you had too many drinks and not enough sex for the past goddamn month and so what happens when some hot Brazilian guy tells you he’s in town for one night and you feel it press against your ass and there’s no way that’s all him and …

Jenny almost moaned and realized she was rubbing herself under her pajama shorts while she watched her son stroke. Shit, she hadn’t even done that on purpose!

She slowed her rubbing but didn’t stop, not now. She peered in and watched her hung, young son slide her tiny cotton thong around his huge cock. He stroked it up and down a few times and then rubbed it around on the bulbous head of his prick, like he was polishing it. He repeated this, over and over.

Jenny touched her clit and shuddered, feeling spicy pleasure and then immediate shame. You pervert! You’re hiding out and watching your own son masturbate, you little sicko! Get therapy! But no matter how much the little voice of sanity in her brain screamed, she couldn’t make herself move. Not when she was 10 feet away from the biggest cock she’d ever seen in real life. The fact that it was attached to her son made it taboo, sure. But the cock that Zach was sporting was too perfect not to admire. And, yes, rub one’s neglected little pussy to.

As close as she was, Jenny could see everything. She could see the short, fuzzy nest of hair at his base and she wondered if he manscaped it yet or if it just grew in soft and thin? But erupting from his smooth tummy and fuzzy pubis was an angry, purple trunk of male flesh that didn’t make sense on the boy’s otherwise immature body. His balls were similarly big, bouncing to the rhythm of his strokes in a pendulous, hairless sack.

Jenny touched her chin and imagined feeling his balls spilling down her cheeks and she kissed and licked that soft pouch. Fuckkkk!

She held onto the doorframe and bit her lip hard enough to taste blood, but it was worth it to stop the scream she would have made. Her knees nearly failed her and she pinched them together when she came, trapping her hand between her thighs until the orgasm subsided.

She opened her eyes and saw Zach was still fixated on the screen. Seeing his cock now, through the haze of orgasm, changed her. Her brain and body were awash in hormones and as she gazed at her son’s magnificent cock, she began to slip into a mindset she hadn’t gone to before.

God, his cock is amazing! He made me cum with it and I haven’t even touched it!

The thought of living with Zach under her roof while he was carrying around this specimen of manhood made Jenny feel inexplicably sexy.

Zach, quiet up until now, started making little noises and Jenny knew he was getting close. She was risking a lot by staying until he finished but she really wanted to see him cum.

He started taking more strokes up and down, still with her worn panties in his hand. She could see his cock twitching and pulsing, the fat purple head swelling. At the last possible moment Zach slid her panties over the tip of his cock and let out a groan like he’d been punched.

Jenny was transfixed. She watched him hold the small wad of fabric like a seal over the tip of his cock, the vast length of veined shaft exposed. He was holding it so tightly she could see the outline of his piss slit, the stretchy fabric making the tip of his cock faintly heart shaped.

Then he erupted, and Jenny saw mini geysers of cum shoot out of the tip … through her panties! He was shooting so hard and so much, spurts were rising an inch above his tip, landing, and coating the outside of the underwear-turned-cumrag. Jenny was, in a word, impressed.

She shied away from the door and back to the shadows when it looked like he was done shooting. She could see, from farther away, him mopping up the seed that had escaped with my panties, then sitting back relieved.

Glad I could help, big boy!

******

Jenny called Amber in the morning, sobbing and in the depths of shame. She dared not tell her husband about what she saw! Not when she’d stayed for so long and seen so much. Not when she couldn’t stop getting herself off to it.

“Girl, trust me, you are not alone. Believe it or not, incest happens all the time and people have to deal with this part in the beginning.”

The word incest pulled Jenny out of her sobs. “Wait! What? Incest?!?”

Amber sighed and Jenny could hear her eye roll. “Isn’t that what we’re talking about? Jenny… Your son has a massive cock that you are dying to ride, and he’s been stealing mommy’s panties to jerk that monster off. There are legions of people who do nothing but jerk off while roleplaying this exact scenario online. Legions of people who wouldn’t judge you at all if you went for it.”

“Went for it? Amber what are you talking about? Incest? Who does that?”

Amber was silent for a while, then said, somewhat meekly, “Well I told you I grew up with brothers…”

“Amber! What? No fucking way!”

“We were young! And bored. And had way too much alone time! It started with just looking at each other naked but they liked playing with me. Seeing what fit inside me. Once they were able to get a carrot inside me it turned to sex.”

Jenny was aghast. And turned on. Thinking of Amber’s two older brothers probing young Amber until she was big enough to take a cock had Jenny’s pussy growing molten.

“What was it like?”

“At first, terrible. I felt ashamed after each time, like my brothers were using me or laughing at me or both. I guess they were. I felt like I couldn’t talk to anyone about it. I found groups online though. People who understood and helped me forget the shame. After that I started to have fun. I dressed cute in front of them, even though I didn’t have to tempt them at all. It just felt good to be a hot little treat around the boys that were giving me so much pleasure. Does that make sense?”

“Oh, girl. More than you realize.”

******

Jenny pinched her nipples and looked on the mirror. She’d been on the phone for an hour with Amber crafting her look. She had tried on dozens of pairs of panties, sending pics to her bestie. She’d even had to take a break and ride her big blue stand in for Zach. Amber had her stay on the phone so she could hear her friend moan her son’s name and cum. Then she had instructed Jenny to clean the toy with her mouth, so she could get used to his size.

She had felt truly degraded, kneeling on the floor and stretching her jaw obscenely around the blue toy, but Amber asked her how she’d feel when it really was Zach she was cleaning and she made herself gag harder and fought off the shame.

Sucking the toy had kept her pussy wet and she’d ridden it again before putting it away. Then she and Amber finished dressing her.

With nipples appropriately popped, she looked at the effect. She’d chosen a thin white ribbed tank top that she’d cut the collar of, a straight slit down the front that made her cleavage stand out. The thin fabric showed her areolae and let her hard nipples obvious.

The panties were basically imaginary, a confection of lace and strings that didn’t hide anything. They were also hot pink.

“Highlighter pink,” Amber had corrected. “To make sure be notices!”

And he definitely noticed! Jenny had made sure she was “tidying” the living room when Zach had walked in. She was bending over, dusting a low shelf, and she could feel the breeze on her butthole when Zach opened the door.

“Whoa! Mom!” He barked a nervous laugh and half turned away. “Lose track of time?”

Jenny took a breath to calm herself before straightening up and stepping over to him. She ignored the question and gave him a hug. A long one. Her elbow hooked around his neck and she pressed in close. She almost gasped at the feeling of her almost naked body touching his. He was so tense! Rigid all over. All over?

She shifted her leg and pressed her thigh between his legs. Yup! Her son was sporting an erection down the leg of his pants. Feeling it against her soft thigh made her shudder.

Stepping back but keeping her hand on the back of his neck, she batted her eyes demurely.

“No! I didn’t lose track of time. I was … feeling a little down. I decided that feeling a little sexy would cheer me up. I hope you don’t mind!” She batted her eyes at him and fixed him with a hopeful smile.

“I…I don’t mind,” her son stammered, looking her up and down as he did. How could he help it? His hot mom was basically on full display.

She spun away from him, giving him another view of her naked ass again. “Thank you, thank you!” She squealed. “Oh my god, but your dad can be so uptight about clothing around the house! But you don’t mind ‘sexy mom’ do you?”

He shook his head and grinned at her. She could feel him respond to her “fun girl” act.

“Awesome! Ignore me then! I’m not even here…” She posed and smiled one last time, hands on her hips, shoulders together, and blew him a kiss that any sane man would read as “you better not ignore me!”

She paced around the common areas of the house, staying visible to him and barely keeping up the appearance of straightening the house. She made sure to bounce on her toes and wiggle her hips, feeling some shake at how her over-40 butt jiggled. She didn’t have a lot extra, but she was softer than she had been when she was younger.

From how much Zach looked, though, he didn’t mind. She could only imagine what he was thinking! Had she gone crazy? Was she a pod person? His friends had probably begged him for creep shots of her at some point. How did he feel getting a full show of something they’d have paid top dollar just for pics of?

Jenny was having a hard time holding it together herself. All she could think about was how hard she was making his huge cock. She imagined him pumping it in his fist, thinking about her body and how she’d spent all afternoon showing off just for him. Her pussy was molten. She felt the tiny cotton panel in her lace panties cling with dampness.

But still she kept on with her cleaning. At one point she turned to Zach and said, “Are these panties actually cute or am I delusional?”

“They’re cute!” the boy agreed eagerly. “Really sexy!”

She let her eyes light up and her open in delighted surprise. “Sexy? C’mon, no way!” She smiled and turned this way and that a little.

Zach looked confused as to why she was quibbling. “Yeah, sexy! Totally! Wasn’t that the idea?”

She cast her eyes down and demurred. “Well, yeah but … well if you’re saying I’m sexy, Z that means your … never mind! Oh my god.”

“No! It’s bad!”

“How can it be bad? Now I want to know.”

She crinkled her nose made a show of not wanting to tell, then said, “Fine! Make me say it! When boys get turned on, their cocks get hard. So … if you’re saying I’m sexy … does that mean your cock is getting hard?” She bit the tip of her finger at the end, like she couldn’t wait for the answer.

Zach looked stuck. They both could see that he had a bulge like he was trying to smuggle beer into a movie. If he said no, not only would they both know he was lying, but he might hurt Jenny’s feelings. If he said yes …?

With a resigned laugh he leaned back and opened his legs further. Not that his bulge needed highlighted but there it was. “Watching you is making me really hard, mom. See? I’m fucking hard from looking at you.”

Hearing him curse jarred Jenny and she wondered if Zach was sensing some kind of shift too. For Jenny, the more she sensed she was turning him on, the less she felt like a mom. No, that wasn’t right. The less she felt like an authority figure.

Knowing Zach’s big cock was hard specifically from watching his mom show off made Jenny hornier than she could have imagined. That huge cock that she had been picturing for days was erect and ready … for her!

“Baby that’s so hot to hear!”

“You’re fucking hot.” There he was cursing at her again. She loved it. Her little boy was feeling like a big man!

“Show me?” she asked, finger to lips, playing with her pouting bottom lip and looking from his eyes to his bulge.

He hesitated a moment and then he was peeling his pants down to his hips, along with his boxers. The same huge cock Jenny had seen in the dim light of his computer screen was on full display, standing proud from its fine nest of fuzz and proceeded by his pendulous balls.

“God damn, baby! You’re so fucking big! Oh …wow!” Jenny let her hands roam her body while she gushed about his cock, squeezing her tits, pinching her very hard nipples, caressing her own ass, thighs, and barely covered pussy mound.

“Do you like it, mom?” he asked, even though it was super clear she did. He held it in his small hand and stroked it a little.

“Oh god, baby, I love it! I’ve never seen one so big.”

“Not even dad?”

This made Jenny laugh. “Your dad is…” She held her hands apart, and not very far. This made Zach laugh.

“Ok! Wow. That’s new information.”

Jenny was licking her lips. “Z, don’t hate me but I want to do something really bad.”

“What is it?”

“I want to suck your cock. I want to suck you and make you cum. Sooooo bad!”

“Oh, shit, mom. That is bad.” He was still slowly stroking a cock that had not softened a bit. “You’re married!”

“We can keep it a secret!”

“And you’re my mom!”

“Totally secret! I wont tell anyone I promise. Please, Z? I’ve been showing off on purpose to make you hard. Please let me suck you off!”

Zach needed no convincing. He opened his legs as wide as his pants would allow and said, “Fuck yes. Do it fast before dad gets home!”

It took the horny mom no time at all to kneel in front of her hung son and get to work. She had planned to tease him, lick his balks and really make him ache. But now that the time came, her mouth found his gleaming prick head as if drawn there by gravity. She licked away the drooling precum and felt the boy shudder.

He was thicker than her toy, so she had to really crank her jaw open to get him in. He was so big that he pressed her tongue down and made her gag with each trip inside. Her wet gurgling around his cock spurred him on.

“Fuck mom you suck it good. Holy shit, why are you so fucking hot? You fucking make me hard all the time! I’m gonna cum so hard, fuck!”

His hands were holding her hair tight and pulling her head. She was a little freaked out at first. Had he been getting blowjobs? Where did he learn this? But then it dawned on her: Porn. He was trying porn stuff on her. This realization gave her an idea for later.

For now she just hung on for the ride. He was using her like a toy, controlling her pace and ignoring her gags. Her drool flowed down his cock, coating his balls.

“Uhn! Yeah! Fuck! Take it. Fuck!” he cursed and moaned while she sucked him closer. “Your mouth! So fucking good! Oh FUCK!” His voice rose an octave and for a moment she was struck by how young he was.

Then his cum shot forcefully into her mouth and she forgot her own name. She pursed her lips around the tip and made noises like she was enjoying the most delicious milkshake. Jet after jet of her boy’s potent cum leaped into her mouth, filling it and forcing her to swallow before she had it all, then again when she had the rest.

She didn’t stop sucking. Even when he had run out of seed to spill in his mom’s mouth, Zach stayed hard and Jenny kept up her attention to his cock. He relaxed and let her, leaning back and holding her hair loosely, caressing it.

“Holy fuck, mom! That was wild! Fuck…are you still trying to suck me off?” Jenny’s son laughed. “Damn, you must like it.”

She removed her mouth from her son’s huge cock with a pop of suction. “I love it, baby! I can’t get over how big you are. It’s hot I can’t stop touching it. No one has ever cum for me like that!” She ended by kissing his tip again and then wriggling her tongue into the V under his head. He groaned and she felt his cock surge.

She stayed like that, taking her time and licking his cock from root to tip. She rubbed her thumb against his frenulum while she lapped at his balls with her tongue. She even laid his cock along her face so he could see how tiny it made her look. She pulled out every slutty, over the top porno move she could, utterly degrading herself for his teen boy fantasy. And she was in heaven!

After 20 minutes or so of Jenny playing with her son’s cock, getting to know it, he seemed more insistent. Feeling him pull her hair, she let him lead his cock back into her mouth and started sucking him for real. Once again he gagged and choked her. Again she let him.

“Fuck! Mom! I’m cumming! Swallow it! Fuck!” he finally bellowed, gripping her hair and unleashing another big, thick load in her mouth. She gulped it down, just like he wanted.

They both looked at the clock once their heads cleared. “Shit. Your father will be home soon.”

They gave each other one last look that both understood as “our secret?” And both smiled their agreement and went to their separate rooms.

******

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Thirty minutes later Jenny was sitting in the shower, crying tears of shame. Sobs wracked her body. She couldn’t catch her breath.

“What did it do?!?” she asked herself, over and over. She had seduced her son! Her sweet boy. Her own flesh and blood. She had corrupted him! He’d have to live with this memory forever and it was all her fault!

And her husband! Her sweet husband didn’t deserve to be cheated on, or to have his sexual performance criticized behind his back. He was a good man!

Once she had run out of tears, she got out and called Amber. She told her everything.

“Holy fuck, Jenny. That is so …”

“Sick?”

“Hot! Damn girl! You showed off and got two loads out him? How much did he cum again?”

“God, tons. Like … 10 or 12 big spurts. Lots more littler ones.”Her friend panted into the phone. “Are you … getting off?”

“You’re not? Girl, ride that dildo while we talk. You earned a big one in you!”

Minutes later Jenny had suction cupped the thing to the toilet seat lid and was hugging the tank and riding it deep.

“Oh fuck, Amber, it was so big!”

“Mmmmmm, how big?” Amber was fingering herself silly in her car, parked a block away from her house because she could get off and drive at the same time.

“Huge! My mouth barely fit around it!”

“Mmmmm!”

“And soooooo long! He’s twice Roy’s size!”

“Oh fuck!”

“And the amount of cum that he shot! I felt full after.”

“Oh holy fuck, Jenny, you bad little slut! Uhnnnn!” Jenny heard her friend go off the edge, panting and gasping over the phone line. Jenny took her cue and bore down on the Zach-sized dildo until she came, moaning his name.

*****

Jenny emerged from her bedroom feeling a new woman. A very new woman. After they had cum together, Jenny had redone her makeup a little and gotten herself together. On her friend’s encouragement she put on a short summer dress with a white thong that showed through the thin fabric. It made Jenny feel sexy and on display.

She immediately got busy cooking, chatting with her husband while Zach sat nearby, texting and chuckling to himself at times.

It felt indescribably naughty to talk with her husband with her son sitting so close. It wasn’t like they hadn’t done this almost every night for their entire lives together, but now it was different.

She had cheated. She had teased and seduced and sucked off another guy. She had swallowed his cum twice. Her poor, sweet, sexually inadequate husband had no idea his pretty wife had been a dirty slut for a boy whose cock made his look like a joke. His own son.

Her naughty thoughts kept Jenny wet and in a sexual mindset the whole evening. She made sure that Zach was watching her move around, bending over for him when she could to show off her cleavage or ass. She even lifted the skirt once and displayed her bare ass when his dad went to the bathroom.

She felt ridiculous. The sensible voice in her head pleaded with her to collect what remained of her dignity and call it quits. She was his mom, for Christ’s sake! She knew better. She could do better.

But the fact was she was having more fun than she had in years! She’d felt like such a mom for the last 18 years. Sure, she was the hot mom all her son’s friends wanted to catch a glimpse of, but that didn’t boost her confidence all that much. They were boys and boys looked and talked and jerked off. Natural as rain.

Why was this different? If she had leaned in to showing off for them — chosen outfits that showed her body, acted like a little bimbo instead of keeping her cool and sassing back like a mom — would she have been here much sooner?

As much as it scared her, imagining herself letting her impulses lead her, following her female instincts instead of her maternal ones, letting propriety and dignity go to hell and putting arousing, affirming and pleasing guys ahead of everything, she wanted it!

She even went over to her son and gave him a hug just for the excuse to lay her hand on his bulge and whisper to him, “Thank you for letting me suck you earlier, baby. I can’t stop thinking about it!”

He softly chuckled. “Damn, mom, you’re crazy.” He shook his head and kept texting his friend.

After dinner Zach went to his room and Jenny stayed to clean up. She noticed that he had left his tablet. On an impulse to snoop she unlocked it and took a look at his messages. He’d been texting a friend who Jenny knew well from his frequent visits to her house. She scanned the messages and saw words that made her blush: MILF, slut, cumslut and others. She scrolled up to when the conversation began:

Zach: Guess who got his dick sucked by a MILF?

Ryan: What? No way. Some old lady?

Zach: Not old! Seriously dude, this is a girl I know you want too.

Ryan: Who?

Zach: I can’t say. I’m a gentleman. But you’ve seen her. A lot.

Ryan: Shit. I’m jealous. How was it?

Zach: She’s such a slut, dude! So much hotter than girls our age. Seriously, I have never nutted so hard in a girl’s mouth. She made me cum twice. Said I was the biggest she ever had.

Ryan: You’re fucking lying.

Zach: Hater! Whatever. You should see the little panties this cumslut wears to tease me. Her dumb husband is at work and she’s showing off her little body and fine ass for me.

Ryan: Did you fuck her yet?

Zach: Nah. Idk. I want to but going that far seems kinda wrong.

Ryan: Because she’s married?

Zach: Yeah, that and other stuff.

Ryan: Fuck her loser husband! She’s a big girl. If she wants your cock let her ride that shit.

Zach: You know what? You’re right. I’m going to fuck that little MILF

******

“Jenny? Are you with me? Do you hear me?” Amber was saying over the phone when Jenny called her from the hall bathroom. “Jenny, you have to fuck him.”

“Nooo!” Jenny whined. “It’s too fucked up!”

“You already fucked up, girl! You sucked that boy like you were trying to get engaged. Two loads? And then you’re going to back off and forget it?”

“Maybe it’s out of my system?”

“Jenny! Earlier you fucked your dildo and moaned his name. Do you really think it’s out of your system?”

“Ok! But I’m a mom first …”

“You’re a woman first! And as a woman you need your pussy filled. Think about it. If Roy is that small, you’re half a virgin. Half of your pussy has never been touched by a man. Is that fair? Just because the man you married has a small cock? No! You owe it to yourself to get pounded by the biggest cock you can, and that just happens to be your son. Sorry. But girl, you have to.”

*****

Amber was a bit of a mastermind when it came to plans. She had Jenny download a baby monitor app on her tablet and phone, and Amber downloaded it too. Jenny set the tablet up in the kitchen after everyone went to bed, turning its motion sensor feature on. Then she laid in bed next to the blissfully ignorant Roy and pretended to cruise social media.

Roy had drifted off and Jenny was rubbing herself to captioned porn images when the alert dinged. Someone was in the kitchen.

Jenny swapped her pajama shorts for the sluttiest, tiniest black g-string she owned and padded downstairs. She saw Zach drinking a glass of water by the sink. With a breath to steady herself, Jenny stepped out of the hall and said, “Hey. You’re up. I was thinking about you.”

He did a double take and broke out into a grin. She smiled back and posed to show off her soft little body clad only in the slutty g-string and a skimpy take top.

“You want to know a girl secret?”

He laughed. “Yeah. Definitely.”

“Good. This will help when you start dating. You can always tell how ready a girl is for sex by her panties. If she’s really ready to let you fuck her, she’ll wear ones that are really easy to get out of the way. Like these…” She looked down at the tiny, barely qualifies as underwear panties she had on. “These are so easy!” She turned and bent forward, one hand on her knee and the other reaching back to pull the string to the side. Her entire shaved slit was visible to the boy standing a few feet away. It glistened with wetness.

“See how easy these are? If a girl has these kind on she’s ready to … eep!” She stopped talking with a yelp when her son spanked her ass and gripped it. His small hand was surprisingly firm on her tender bottom. “Oh! Z! Baby!”

“Fuck, you’re fucking hot, mom. I love you showing off in your panties.”

“Mmmmm, yeah?” Her voice was quavering. “You like when I’m a bad girl? Because what we did was soooooooo bad! But when I see your cock I just can’t stop!”

He spanked her again. “Damn, I thought girls were only like this in porn!” Another spank. “I’m starting to think my mom is just another …” Spank. “…easy…” Spank. “…slut!…”

Fuck! Porn was teaching him well! “Yes! Baby! I’m sooooo sorry! Your cock just turns me into a slut.”

She felt him shift behind her and then felt a hot thwack of heavy man flesh on her exposed bottom.

“I can’t believe I’m finally going to fuck you,” he said. “My friends and I have been talking about it for years.”

Years? Jenny moaned at the thought of a bunch of young boys beating their cocks to Zach’s hot mom. But her son too? Fuuuuuck!

He started probing her slit with the tip of his cock. He found her wet entrance and raked his cockhead up and down it. Jenny purred and wiggled her ass to help him get it started.

“God, baby, I didn’t know I was such a temptation!” she said. “If I had, maybe I would have let you do this a long time ago.”

“Fuckkkk, mom! You dirty slut!” He pressed forward and Jenny let out an audible gasp. “That’s right! Bigger than dad, right?” He took another thrust into her, and got another yelp. “Biggest cock you’ve ever seen, right?” He hammered her again and she let out a strangled cry as he went past her previous limit. “You tight little slut!”

He took one last thrust and she felt his balls land against her clit. She had him all! She felt a pressure somewhere deep inside — his tip pressing against her cervix. This realization combined with the intense feeling of his cock pressing all her nerve endings at once sent her into a tailspin of orgasm. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams and braced against the hallway wall to stay upright, her legs buckling from the force of it.

“Fuck … mom … uhnn!” Zach tensed up behind her and Jenny felt the hot splash of semen inside her pussy. “Take it! Take it! Fuck! Mom!” he was growling, emptying his sperm into his mom-turned-slut. “Fuck, your pussy takes it so good!”

His orgasm kept hers going. Each splash of potent cum in her unprotected womb sent hot lightning through her body. She could barely breathe. Barely stand. He was holding her up with his cock buried to the hilt inside her.

*****

Back at her house, Amber was trying to saw her self in half with her favorite toy. She watched the feed from the tablet in which the hot mom/son couple were perfectly framed.

She’d heard every word of their very dirty exchange and Amber couldn’t help but imagine it herself. Jenny on hands and knees, arching her back, taking it from a very young boy and loving it! Fuck!

But those plans would have to wait. She returned her attention to the matter at hand — her best friend getting bred by her own son!

*****

Zach stepped backward and Jenny felt his cock slide out of her messy cunt. She heard a wet drip smack onto the hardwood and looked down to see herself leaking a puddle onto the floor.

Zach stood back and looked her up and down, shaking his head in disbelief. “Fuck, mom, is this fucking real? I can’t believe you just let me do that.”

Jenny bit her lip and looked a little abashed, but in reality she was still too revved up to feel anything but raw lust.

Zach looked at the puddle. “Don’t you think you should clean that up?” She made a face and looked around, trying to think of the closest thing to use and confused why he cared.

“No. I mean, you should clean it up.” He raised an eyebrow and smiled a cocky smile. It made her insides go warm and tingly.

She knew what he meant and like a good girl she got right to work. “Mmmm!” she purred when she got down on her hands and knees and licked her first taste form the floor. She went back for more, scooping tastes of her son’s salty cum from the hallway floor, thanking herself for keeping such a clean home. You can eat off the floor. Trust me, I do it often.

“Fuck, mom, you cumslut! You like it don’t you? Licking up my cum like a little slave. You kinky little whore!”

Zach sat on the couch, jerking this massive tool slowly, and watched his mom lick his seed off the floor. She made noises the whole time like it was the most delicious thing she’d ever had in her mouth.

Jenny was glad he couldn’t see how red her cheeks were! She felt utterly, completely, deliciously degraded. Was this really her son treating her like the cheapest whore in the brothel? Where has this attitude come from? How did he know she liked him to be dominant and disrespectful? How was her young son so fucking good at this?!?

“Get up,” he said when she’d gotten it all and scoured the floor with her eager tongue. She stood and he had he come to him and straddle his lap. She wasted no time guiding his cock to her slit and she sat down on it with a satisfied groan.

“Fuck, you’re still tight!” he hissed, humping her from underneath with small motions. “You like that I fuck you better than dad?”

“Oh god, Z, yes! Baby, you have no idea. I didn’t know sex could feel like this, Z! You’re amazing. Your cock is amazing!” She started rocking her hips too, fucking him back and beginning to moan with each thrust in.

Jenny settled into a slow, grinding rhythm, relishing the feeling of her son’s huge cock sliding in and out of her fertile body. Amber had been right: This is what it felt like to be a woman! To be so driven by lust and biology that you’d throw your dignity out and fuck the biggest cock you could. Bare. Risky. Perfect.

They fucked like that for a while, exposed on the living room couch, nothing to hide their incestuous coupling should her husband/his father catch them. They didn’t care. They were alone in their lust, an immature boy and his eager sex toy.

Jenny performed for him, oh yes she did. She tore off her top and kneaded her tits. She let her hands roam her body and his. She told him to look and watch his cock going in and out of her. Look how far he stretched her. Look how he was ruining her. Look how wet she was through every degradation, every sin, every taboo broken.

“I never knew my mom was such a desperate slut,” he said through gritted teeth while she was riding her fifth orgasm out of him. He let her play, let her degrade herself grinding on her own son’s cock for something as fleeting as an orgasm. Throwing her dignity away right in front of him for one more chance to cum on his cock.

“I’m your little slut! I am! Your toy! Your … little … cumrag! Fuck!” He laughed — actually laughed! — as she fell apart on top of him. Her pussy gripped and milked his cock, feeling every ridge and vein as it worshipped him. “Jesus, Z! Cum in me! Please! I need it!”

It was like he’d been waiting for those words, waiting for her to beg. “You want me to cum in your pussy? Is that it?” he asked as he started thrusting harder and faster up into her. “Fuck, you’re wild! My slutty mommy wants another load in her? What are you trying to do?”

He was hammering her now, the couch cushions giving just enough under his boyish butt that her could bounce hard and fast. Jenny began seeing lights and knew this would be the big one. Her cervix was sending hormone messages through her body that were like “he’s got us, girls. Looks like we’re making a baby. Might as well have fun doing it!”

“Do it! Breed me! Oh fuck, I need your cum so bad I don’t care! Do it! Ohhhh, fuckkkkk!” she was being too loud. She didn’t care. She didn’t need anything like a marriage or a future if she couldn’t have her son shoot his cum in her right goddam now!

“Fuck! Mom! You … That’s … Yes! Take it! Take it! Take my cum, you slut!”

******

“Tomorrow I’m going to suck you off so good! You earned it, baby! You fucked me like a god!” Jenny couldn’t stop whispering sort praise to Zach as they climbed the stairs.

He laughed at the squirming, eager slut who had raised him. “Calm down, mom!”

“Eww! No more mom. Call me Jenny, ok?”

“Jenny? Jenny…” he tried it out. It felt weird, she could tell. “You were hot as fuck tonight, Jenny.” She purred. “And I can’t wait to cum in your mouth tomorrow, Jenny.” She squealed and rubbed herself against him. “You’re a bad little slut, you know that, Jenny?” She almost screamed, but kissed him instead.

“So, if you’re not my mom, what are you?”

She thought about it. “Slut? Toy? Girlfriend? I don’t care as long as you keep fucking me.”

He kissed her and smiled. “You’re a hot little toy, Jenny,” he told her.

*****

A week later, Jenny was on a run in the park. She checked her watch — plenty of time. It was Tuesday, and Tuesday Zach had practice. He wouldn’t be home until later. She could get her run in, shower, and be ready for when he came home. He was usually tired after practice so she planned on treating him to a particularly slutty blowjob when he got home.

She didn’t know what practice was for, exactly. He just always seemed to have something on Tuesdays.

She jogged by a group of boys playing football. They watched her running toward them, bumping each other to turn and see her. She thought she head one ask, “Is that her?”

As she ran past, one of the boys yelled, “I like your ass!”

Jenny only slowed her stride a step but kept jogging, her cheeks turning red and hoping that Zach hurried home after “practice.”

******

Amber braced her arms out in front of her, gritting her teeth and crying out with each inward thrust that Zach made inside her wet pussy. He really was so good at this! She had made sure of it.

Jenny should really be thanking Amber for a lot more than she realized. It had taken Amber months to turn Zach into the stud he was today. When she’d first walked in on him changing at her place after he and Amber had come to swim one day, he’d been nothing but an 18-year-old boy with a big cock.

Amber had spent hours upon hours talking to him, showing him porn, having him read horny stories about moms and wives, and letting him “practice.”

How many shameful, sobbing orgasms had Amber sacrificed to turn Zach into the stud he was today? How many hours had she spent letting a clumsy boy with a big dick hammer away at her pussy to make him into the young man Jenny had succumbed to?

But it was all worth it. Amber loved it when a plan all came together.