Mommy Can't Stop Cumming

I didn’t think much of it when I pulled into my driveway. I had been out drinking with an old work friend, and probably had too much to be driving, but I was home safe. Timothy’s car was parked out front, which always made me smile. In the last two years I had lost my oldest son and my husband, and Timothy was all I had left. He was such a good boy, handsome and educated. He must have worked at least sixty hours a week in his law practice, but he still had time to check up on his old mom.

I parked in the garage and stood up a little too quickly out of the car. I stumbled for a moment, but managed to catch myself on the open car door. Yeah, I definitely shouldn’t be driving. But I was home now.

I entered the house slowly, not wanting to cause a ruckus. The kitchen lights were all out, but I could hear some sounds coming from the living room. I headed that way to greet my baby boy. As I approached the living room, however, the sounds became clearer. At first I thought it might be a dog barking, but I slowly realized that it was moaning and growling. Then I heard a distinct female voice:

“…that’s what mommy needs, honey! Stretch mommy’s pussy with your big boy cock!”

This stopped me in my tracks. Had I heard what I thought? Was my son fucking someone in his mother’s house? And was that someone pretending to be his mother?

“Yes, mommy,” I heard Timothy’s voice call out. “I love making you feel good with my cock. You deserve to be fucked like a goddess. I love you so much, mommy.”

My jaw dropped. I had never heard my son talk this way. Almost immediately, I felt a tingling feeling between my legs, one that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was a seventy year old widow who had only slept with one man – my husband, who I married at age 18 – in my entire life, and it had been years, maybe even decades, since I had been aroused. But something about my son’s words made me unmistakably wet.

The woman’s voice continued: “Oooo, yes, baby, your cock is so fucking huge! I can’t believe how well you’re filling up mommy! Please don’t stop, Jason!”

Jason? Who the fuck was Jason? That brought me back down to reality, although my pussy continued to slowly soak into my black panties.

“Oh, mommy,” I heard a male voice groan, definitely not my son’s. “Your pussy is so good…so tight, mommy.”

That’s when I realized, I had walked in on my son watching porn in my own house. And not just any porn, from the sound of it, but porn depicting a mother-son fantasy.

I had never watched much porn, myself. My late husband was very religious, and may have been the least kinky man alive. He had no interest in oral sex (giving or receiving), let alone dirty talk or roleplaying. Sex was always standard missionary, lasting maybe ten minutes tops. I had never experienced an orgasm with him, and wasn’t entirely sure if I had ever even made myself orgasm. When I was Timothy’s age, I tried buying some erotic novels and used my fingers on myself while I read them, but was always left disappointed.

Apparently the woman from the movie could relate, as she groaned out some words like “mommy needs your big boy cock, baby, it’s so much bigger than your father’s! Please make mommy cum all over your cock!”

So naughty! I had to catch a glimpse of this action. I crept slowly down the hall towards the living room and slowly peeked around the corner.

There he was, my handsome, 45-year old son. He was completely naked, sprawled out on my living room sofa. His mouth hung open slightly, breathing deeply…not the sexiest look, perhaps, but my gaze had already moved south. Timothy and his wife had divorced about a year ago, and in that year Timothy had decided to start going back to the gym since he figured he would eventually start dating again. It had paid off. His chest in particular could have passed for Superman’s chest, it was so broad and defined and covered with thick brown hair. His arms were thick and long, and his right forearm looked as if it were about to explode as it pumped furiously up and down on an enormous…oh my god, can that really be my baby boy’s penis?

The only penis I had ever seen was my late husband’s, at least in person. I had always thought it was big enough, probably about five inches long, and thick enough that I could fit my hand around it. But the beast that my sweet Timothy was stroking in between his strong legs was nothing like his father’s. It was hard and perfectly straight, the circumcized head pointing straight up. It looked so wet and shiny, and I could hear a soft slurping sound as Timothy’s hand slid up and down rapidly. It must have been at least twice as long as his father’s, and was so thick that even my son’s big, strong hand looked like it could barely wrap around it.

His left hand was holding up his smartphone, and he appeared to be swiping through some pictures. I couldn’t tell what they were pictures of, but he seemed more interested in whatever was on his phone than in the video on my big-screen television. He looked like he was wearing a small mask over his face, but as I looked more closely, I realized that it was a pair of black cotton panties, just like the pair that I wore yesterday.

“Oh, baby, yes,” the woman on television screamed. “Your big cock is too much for mommy, baby, you’re going to make mommy’s pussy cum all over your cock! You’re going to make your mother’s pussy cum, you nasty motherfucker! Fuck your mother, motherfucker!” The woman on television definitely looked like a mother. In fact, I realized, she looked a lot like me. I would later learn that her name was Andi James, and that she specialized in mother-son role-play. While she was not as petite as I was, she had thick auburn hair like mine, along with a curvy body with big tits and a shapely ass. She had gorgeous blue eyes that stared into the camera with pure lust while she rode a young handsome man.

Timothy still hadn’t noticed me looking around the corner. I could hear his breathing get heavier as he flipped through his phone with his left hand and jacked his monster cock aggressively with his right.

“Yes, mommy,” my son suddenly grunted. “Yes, mommy, I love you so much! My cock fits so perfectly inside you…I just want to make you feel good and to make you cum as hard as you can!”

My pussy was soaked by this time. My hand slid down into my pants so I could slide my fingers into myself. I quietly crept closer towards my naked son, with no idea what I was about to do. I wanted to see what was on his phone…and as I got close enough to get a good look, my jaw dropped again.

I don’t know how or where he got them, but my son was flipping through what must have been fake pornographic pictures of myself and him, along with a few that included some of my sisters. He stopped on a picture of me kneeling before him with my mouth wide open, his big cock exploding a thick white liquid all over my face. I knew these pictures were fake because the woman with my face had a different body, and the cock attached to my son was not even remotely as thick as the cock my son was stroking before me.

“Mommy, I want to cover your beautiful face with my come,” Timothy suddenly moaned, as his stroking became faster and rougher. “Can I please cum on your face, mommy?”

I couldn’t take it anymore. Between hearing my son talk like this, watching him masturbating, my own drunkenness, and own hand buried down my pants fingering my wet pussy, I suddenly began to quiver. I was going to cum, right here in my living room with my own naked son fantasizing about me. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“UNGH!” I suddenly moaned, grabbing onto a chair for support as my hips started bucking back and forth. My eyes were glued onto my son’s enormous cock, which he continued to stroke as he suddenly turned his head around to face me, his eyes widened in surprise.

Before he could say anything, I pleaded with him “don’t stop, baby, mommy is so fucking horny! Mommy’s pussy is soaking wet and…oh god, no, I’m going to cum so hard for you, baby! Watching you jack your big cock is making mommy cum! Oh god yesssssssss!”

I had never cum like this before. In fact, my orgasm was so strong that I was sure I had never actually had a real orgasm before. I felt it throughout my whole body. My eyes were locked directly on my boy’s beautiful cock, and as soon as my orgasm began, Timothy started moaning and grunting, “oh my God, yes, mommy, I’m cumming too! Please watch me cum for you, mommy!” Immediately, his cock exposed with thick bursts of white cream. I had never seen so much cum. It spurted at least a foot up in the air like a geyser before falling back to earth, spraying my son’s strong, hairy chest and stomach. My son grunted and moaned deeply, his eyes looking so soft and adorable into mine.

“Oh my God, mom, did that really just happen?”

I blushed and fluttered my eyelids like a schoolgirl with a crush. To this day I don’t know what came over me. I was well past menopause, hadn’t had sex with my husband for decades before he died, and rarely even masturbated. When I did, I never orgasmed like I just did. My entire crotch was soaking wet, my hand still buried down my pants. I should have felt ashamed with myself, but my poor, long-neglected pussy was still aching, and all I could think about was how that beautiful, gargantuan penis would feel inside me. I smiled softly and slowly walked towards my own son. He looked up at me hopefully, with those big beautiful brown eyes that looked just like mine. I finally removed my hand from my pants, soaked with my own juices. I sat down next to my naked son.

“I can’t believe it myself, sweetie. I’ve never felt like this in my life. It’s been years since I’ve even felt…you know…”

“Horny?” Timothy offered. I blushed again and nodded.

“I just walked in and hear you saying those dirty things about mommy, and then I saw this incredible…gigantic…penis.” I stared hungrily at it, licking my lips. His hand was still stroking it, although much more slowly that before. To my amazement, it still looked rock hard even after that huge, messy, orgasm.