Date: Mon, 25 Jun 2012 18:20:48 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Most Unusual Boy

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A Most Unusual Boy


Anthony McDonald sat at the kitchen table eating his breakfast.  He had a
serious look on his face as he slowly chewed a mouthful of cereal.  It
wasn't unusual for him to have this look but it was usually while he was
reading a book or working on a lesson.  His mother sat across the table
from him and was watching, as she so often did.  Finally she spoke.

"Is there something the matter, dear?"

He shook his head in the negative.  Anthony didn't speak much although he
thought a great deal.  Anthony was an unusual boy.  He just recently turned
thirteen but he was already over six feet three inches tall and weighed in
the neighborhood of two hundred and twenty five pounds.  He spoke little
and said nothing in the presence of strangers which was pretty much
everyone besides his mother.  But he wasn't stupid, far from it.

He was being home schooled by this mother and he was already working on
material that a top tier high school junior would be confronting.  He was
simply lacking in social skills and any propensity for verbal
communication.

"Anthony, sweetheart.  I know that look.  You're thinking hard about
something so tell me what it is."

The one other thing he couldn't do was refuse his mother so he put his
spoon down and looked across the table and said,

"Remember when I was studying biology?"

"Yes, dear."

"Human reproduction?"

"Yes, dear."

"The difference between male and female."

"Yes, dear."

This was something else he did.  When he had to talk it almost always
involved short, clipped single sentences.  The rest of the time it was one
word.

"Erections?"

"Yes, dear," his mother said, remaining steadfast as the result of much
experience.

"I'm getting them."

"Oh, well, sweetheart, that's to be expected.  You're at that age, you're
certainly grown enough.  Why all the thought?"

"They hurt."

"Oh, well, I'm sorry to hear that, dear."

"The books didn't say anything about that."

"Yes, I guess they didn't," she replied kindly.  "I suppose they were more
concerned with explaining the mechanics of how it happens and why.  You
remember why, don't you?" she asked, not really needing to because she knew
he never forgot anything.

He nodded.

"Does it hurt for long?"

"Sometimes."

"When does it happen? she asked.

"Mornings, sometimes at night."

"Okay.  Now, I'm going to explain some things to you that most mother's
might not, but I think you need to understand," she said.

Anthony's mother had studied education in college and in fact had a
master's degree.  She had earned it while she was raising Anthony.  His
father had died in an industrial accident before he was born.  The life
insurance and settlement of the lawsuit allowed her to raise the boy under
modest circumstances but still quite liveable.  As it became clear that he
was an unusual child she did what she could to apply modern education
theory as well as a healthy dose of common sense.  She figured the latter
was required in this case.

"Dear, there is something that you can do to relieve the discomfort that
your feeling.  It's called masturbating.  Are you familiar with it?" she
asked.

"No."

"No, I guess not.  Do you recall from your biology work how the sperm cells
are released to be able to get to the egg?" she asked matter of factly.

Anthony thought for a bit and then said,

"Stimulation."

"Correct.  So in this case you supply the stimulation, cause the release
and the erection and the discomfort goes away," she explained.

The boy frowned a bit as he considered this.  The he looked across at his
mother, his expression questioning.

"You use your hand, dear."

He nodded once and then went back to eating his cereal.  His mother watched
him, her thoughts churning despite her calm exterior.  She had had worries
about how this phase of his life was going to unfold, or if it even would.
Apparently the physical aspect of it was more or less normal.  How the rest
would proceed was another question.

The remainder of the day passed as they always did.  Anthony spent most of
the day with his books and his computer, studying, completing exercises and
assignments and then heading outside for two hours of physical activity.
His mom knew he needed the exercise and considering his rapid growth, had
concerns about his health should he simply remain inside all day.  There
was a basket ball hoop where he shoot dozens of baskets. There was a series
of exercise stations where he would do one activity after another in rapid
succession.  There was also an exercise bike set up where he spent half an
hour pedaling along, his mind deep in thought.

Then there was dinner and after that time spent on leisure reading,
exploring the internet or working at some sort of puzzle or other.  Finally
it was time for bed.  Nothing further had been said about the subject of
painful erections or masturbation, but his mom knew it wasn't forgotten.
She kissed him on the forehead good night and he walked down the hall to
his room, the door clicking closed.  She smiled slightly to herself and
went back to reading her book.

About half an hour later her head came up at the sound of a door opening so
she saw Anthony when he stepped out into the hall and her eyes got very
wide.  Walking towards her was her son, completely naked, sporting an
enormous erection, his face a mask of concern.  His mother had always tried
to deal with any of his peculiarities with calm and aplomb.  She was really
having to struggle to maintain that attitude now.

"Anthony, what are you doing, dear?"

"It's not working."

"What's not working?" she said, as he came to stand less than five feet
away from her.

Apparently, none of his books ever mentioned that it wasn't proper to be
naked with an erection in close proximity to your mother, and no one had
ever mentioned it before so there he was.  Trying, with only marginal
success, to maintain eye contact with the boy, she said,

"What's not working, dear?"

"Stimulation.  It hurts."

"What hurts, dear?  Your erection or the stimulation?" she asked.

"Both."

"Hmm, I see," she said, not believing what she was going to ask next.  "How
are you doing it?"

He took hold of his shaft in both hands and began tugging on it vigorously.
His mother winced at the sight and then said,

"No, stop, sweetheart, you're going to hurt yourself."

"I know."

"Try using just one hand, don't squeeze so hard and go slowly.  Be gentle."

He thought about this for a minute, took the hand that was lower on the
shaft away and began to slowly move his hand on the thick shaft.  His
mother nodded and asked,

"Better?"

"Yes."

"You might want to try some of the hand lotion that is on the sink in the
bathroom.  Just spread some around and then do what you were just doing."

"Okay."

With that he turned around and headed back down the hall, first stopping in
the bathroom and then coming out, his fat erection leading he way, across
to his bedroom.  When the door closed she let out a breath and shook her
head.  Some twenty minutes later she thought she heard noises coming from
his room, like someone bouncing on a mattress and some grunting.  Another
lesson learned.

As usual, she awoke around six thirty the next morning and as she passed
Anthony's room she heard the tell tale signs that he was awake and tending
to another erection.  She smiled slightly and then walked into the bathroom
for her morning shower.  While she was happy that her son's problem had
been dealt with, the revelation of the evening before was now foremost in
her mind.  The boy was only barely into puberty, less than a year,
certainly, and his endowment was the biggest she had ever seen.  And it was
most likely to get bigger.  As she disrobed and got into the shower it
occurred to her that it had been years since she had seen any kind of
erection in person, not since her husband had died.  And he wasn't anywhere
near that large.

As she soaped herself up her thoughts drifted, thinking about the other men
she had been with and how they measured up.  She spent more than the usual
amount of time applying the cleansing gel, her soaping hands rubbing
against her stomach, which was still fairly flat and her nipples, which by
now were definitely not flat.  When she attended to the area between and
around her thighs, she gasped sharply and felt a little light headed.  She
quickly finished at this point and while she rinsed off she thought, just
how long had it been?

When mother and son were sitting across from one another, she smiled and
asked,

"So how are you feeling this morning, dear?"

"Better.  Thank you, mom."

"You're very welcome.  I'm just glad I was able to help you with your
problem."

This set the pattern for the next several days.  Anthony would go to bed at
the usual time and about twenty or thirty minutes later the sound of
stressed bed springs and some grunting would drift down the hall.  In the
morning on her way to the shower she could hear the sounds of him
'stimulating' himself which would lead to longer showers and pleasant
memories.

One such morning, either she was late getting up or he had gotten an
earlier start, as she was walking past his room what she heard was the
grunting that indicated he was reaching release.  She stopped, curiosity
getting the upper hand over propriety, and listened.  What she heard next
surprised her.  After the grunting and bedspring noise subsided she heard,

"Thank you, mom, thank you."

She wasn't sure what that meant, but it made her wonder what the boy was
thinking of as he stroked that enormous erection to climax.  Perhaps this
led to her spending extra time in the shower and that she lingered around
the area between her thighs, and as the tingling in her body began to
increase she pressed a bit harder and rubbed a bit faster until her body
convulsed in the first orgasm she had had in years. Fortunately, there was
a secure rubber mat on the floor of the shower stall so when she leaned
back against the wall her feet didn't slide out from under her.  It was a
very thoughtful mom that sat across from her son at breakfast.

"Dear, would you mind if I asked you a question?"

"No."

"It might be a little embarrassing for you."

He shrugged.

"This morning, after you were finished with your masturbating, I heard you
say, 'Thank you, mom'.  Why did you say that?" she asked.

He looked at her with his brown, almost puppy dog eyes and said,

"You told me how.  It makes me feel better."

"Okay, well I guess that makes sense," she replied.

"And I pretend you're doing it."

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I pretend you're making it happen."

"Why would you do that?" she asked.

"The book said stimulation comes from two people so I pretend you're the
other."

"Well, sweetheart, that's flattering I guess, but it's not really proper
you know.  That's not something a mother and son are supposed to do
together," she said softly.

He shrugged and said,

"Not doing.  Just pretending."

She stopped and took a breath.  How many boys spent their nights
masturbating to the thought of the soft gentle hand of a loving mother
stroking their hard erections until they climaxed, all over their smooth
naked bodies.  She stopped and shook her head a bit to clear it of this
train of thought.  She smiled at Anthony and said,

"I guess if you're just pretending, it's alright, dear."

He gave her a rare smile, although it was brief and small, and resumed
eating his breakfast.  He spent the rest of his day prepping for an
advanced physics exam that would give him credit for a course.  His mother
noticed that he seemed to be able to concentrate better than he had in
months.  Apparently, the painful erections must have been very distracting.

That night, as usual, Anthony went to bed at the usual time.  After ten
minutes or so, his mom got up and went to stand by his bedroom door and
listened.  The sound of the bed springs was less noticeable but steady and
she thought she heard murmuring.  She also noticed that she was getting a
tingling sensation emanating from several different parts of her body as
she stood there.  She clamped her legs tighter together and she hugged
herself.  The sound of the bed spring got louder and the rhythm picked up.
She could also hear him mumbling,

"Yes, mom, yes, mom, yes, mom," over and over.

Her own tingling got stronger and by the time the grunting started and it
was obvious that her son was climaxing, she was clutching at her breasts as
her thighs rubbed together.  When she heard,

"Thank you, Mom, thank you," she scurried down the hall to her room.
Anthony was fast asleep quickly so he didn't hear the noise that came from
his mother's bedroom, whimpering and cooing punctuated by a brief muffled
yelp or scream.  Similarly, a session at the door the next morning resulted
in a much longer shower and some vigorous rubbing with a long handled back
brush.

Anthony's mom's sleep had also been troubled with strange dreams.  Naked
boys with full erections, many of them unduly large paraded in front of
her, stopping to stand in front of her, stroking and then climaxing, some
of it hitting her shoes or lower legs.  One boy, with a wicked smile, and a
grossly distended scrotum, stroked his large erection, or big cock, as she
started to think of it, with long lazy strokes.  Finally his eyes closed
tightly and he began to climax heavily, or as she considered, he shot long
heavy streams of thick boy cum that splashed on her body and face.  That
dream woke her up, tangled in her bed sheets, her breathing hoarse and
raspy.

So it was, about a week and a half after Anthony's first night of
masturbating, he was back in his room getting ready for his now nightly
ritual, while his mother hurried to her room, discarded all her clothes in
great haste and slipped on a sheer short nightie with nothing on
underneath.  She slipped out into the hall and turned off all the lights.
She stood next to the door, her ear close.  When she heard the steady thump
of the bed and his murmurings, she slowly eased the door open.

Inside the room there was just a faint light coming from the window, from
the streetlight in front of the house next door.  She could see her son
stretched out on his bed, taking up nearly the whole thing, lengthwise.  He
was completely naked, his legs parted slightly, his enormous erection, or
cock, as she now liked to think of it, held in one hand, which was slowly
moving up and down the thick shaft.  She could easily see that his scrotum,
or ball sack, was equally large and rested on the mattress.  His eyes were
closed, his face directed up at he ceiling. She was mesmerized by the sight
of his body and his endowment but this was a time for action so with a deep
breath she slid into the room and approached the side of his bed.

She watched for a moment and then as gently as she could she sat down on
the edge of the bed.  She was a diminutive woman, barely five feet two
inches tall, weighing less than one hundred ten pounds.  The bed yielded
slightly but it didn't register on him, so it wasn't until she reached out
and wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock, for that was what
it was, not some word in a book, but a real, thick, beautifully long cock
and her fingers couldn't even close completely around it.  She gave a small
stroking movement and Anthony's eyes flew open.  He looked over and saw his
mother in the sheer nightie, her hard nipples clearly visible.

"Mom?"

"Shhhh."

"But you said..."

"Shhh." she said as she moved her hand further along the shaft.

"A mother and son shouldn't..."

"Shhh," she said as she squeezed and then slowly pushed his hand up and off
that big, pulsing, amazing dick.

"Okay," he said as his hands dropped down to rest on the mattress at his
side.

Anthony's mom began to slowly stroke the long thick cock that had become
the center of her attention.  She thought it must have been at least nine
inches in length and somewhere between six and seven inches around.  Her
hand slid easily along the shaft, aided by the liberally applied lotion and
his now liberally flowing precum.  Her own body was on fire, despite the
lack of any physical stimulation.  Without really thinking about it she
brought her other hand into play, taking a firm hold of the base of the
shaft and adding rhythmic squeezes as she stroked the upper half.

Her breathing was becoming rapid and shallow and she ached to feel
something, anything caress some area of her body.  She had no intention of
trying to guide her son in this at this time, so instead she shifted her
position and she straddled one of Anthony's thighs and began to rub her
bare, wet pussy up and down it's length.  The feeling had her moaning and
Anthony was murmuring,

"Yes, mom, yes, mom, yes mom," only this time it wasn't pretending.
Neither one of them had any idea how much time had passed but at some point
Anthony's murmurs had shifted into the low grunting that preceded his
climax.  Despite her highly aroused state she understood the signal and she
concentrated on his cock, gripping the base firmly and stroking the upper
portion vigorously.

"Oh, my," was all she said, as the first shot of cum fired from his large
bulbous head.  It was thick, white and reached at least three feet above
the boys recumbent body.  As the first splashed onto his torso the second
one launched even higher followed by a third and a fourth and a fifth.  The
sixth was weaker and the last two simply oozed out and flowed down over her
hands.  The feel of the warm thick fluid was enough to tip her over the
edge into her own orgasm and she shuddered and screamed as she pressed her
flooded pussy into his firm thigh.

As his orgasm faded, Anthony opened his eyes and he saw that his mother was
swaying as her own orgasm peaked, then ebbed.  He reached out to steady
her.  His big hand took hold of her bare hip and although it was only warm
skin it burned into his hand.  The feel of his touch shocked her into
awareness.  She saw what a mess he was.

"Oh, baby, is it always like that when you climax?"

"This was the most."

"It was just amazing.  But we better get you cleaned up.  Don't move," his
mom said as she slid off his leg and hurried from the room.

In the dim light he could see her tight little ass bounce and flex as she
left the room.  In a few moments she returned with two cloths, one damp the
other dry.

"My goodness, there is just so much," she cooed as she applied the damp
cloth to wipe up all the cum from his body.

She spent a little extra time cleaning his softening shaft and balls. Then
she dried him off. She wrapped the wet one in the dry one and set it on the
floor near the bed.  Then she stretched out on the bed next to him, her
head on his shoulder and her bare pussy pressed against his side above his
hip.

"Mom?"

"Shhh, sweetheart.  We'll talk about it in the morning," she replied as she
draped her arm across his chest and pulled him tighter against her.

When Anthony awoke the next morning, he had the familiar sensation of a
morning erection.  What wasn't familiar was that a pair of hands and
something wet and warm was already tending to it.  As he lay on his back he
looked down and saw that his mother was kneeling next to him, her small
hands wrapped around the lower half of his cock, and her mouth taking in
the upper third or so.  The feeling far exceeded anything that he had felt
before.

"Oh, mom," was all he said.

She slid her mouth up off of the massive cock and looked at him with a
smile.

"Good morning, sweetheart.  Let's take care of this and then we'll have
breakfast and a talk, okay?"

"Okay, mom," her replied.

She smiled but there was more than just a mother's love in those eyes.
There was something more, a hunger that had laid dormant for a long time
and was now fully awake.  She turned back to the big head and she kissed
the tip and then just pushed so that the lips seemed to flow around it and
down a few inches of shaft.  The girth pushed her mouth wide and her hands
squeezed the shaft.  As Anthony watched he remembered how it felt to have
his hand on his mother's bare hip so he lifted his hand from the bed and
gently rested it on the bare, warm skin.  His mom didn't miss a beat but he
heard and felt the vibrations as she cooed with her mouth full of cock.

It was obvious to the boy that his mother was enjoying what was going on
every bit as much as he was.  It made him wonder about what things made her
feel as good as he was feeling.  He thought about how her ass looked as she
walked from the room and if that would feel as good as her hip did.  Slowly
he let his big hand slid around and soon it was nearly covering one of the
firm, but soft mounds.  He felt her move her hips so that his hand was
rubbing over the smooth skin, so he moved his hand a bit and he got her to
moan around his cock again.

After this went on for a while, one of his mother's hands came off his cock
and reached around to take his hand and move it so that the ends of his
fingers were now between her legs right where they joined the body.  This
felt even softer and warmer.  And wet.  As he thought about that, he felt
the wet flesh start to slide along his fingers as his mother began to move
her hips.  It was obvious that she was enjoying this so he pressed his
fingers a little harder against the soft wet flesh and the response was
immediate.  She pressed down hard and her mouth came off his cock as she
grunted and said,

"Oh, yes, sweetheart, that feels sooooo good.  Mommy loves that."

He was glad that she was feeling good, but he wanted her mouth back on his
cock so he pushed up with his hips to get the head nearer her lips.

"Yes, baby, I know what you want," she said and then pushed her mouth back
down on his cock.

They continued like that for some minutes until his mom's hip movements
took on more urgency and then she tensed up and squealed around his cock in
her mouth.  Her hands tightened on his cock and her mouth moved faster.  He
had been feeling the tension mounting for the last few minutes as well and
finally his balls pulled up and his hips bucked and he began shooting his
massive load.  The first shot knocked his mom right off his cock and as she
coughed and gagged on the thick cum his subsequent shots hit her face and
chest, coating skin and sheer fabric with the warm sticky mass.  When he
was finally done he could hear his mother giggling as she sat on her heels
at his side, one big cummy mess.

"Oh, Anthony, that was incredible.  You made me feel so wonderful.  Come
with me, we need to get this mess cleaned up."

She slid off the bed and took hold of his hand and pulled him, or tried to,
off the bed.  He followed along behind like a barge behind a tug.  She led
him to the bathroom, where she stripped off her nightie and dropped it in
the sink.  He was watching her with eyes wide and when she turned around
and looked up at him she smiled and said,

"Sweetheart, I think I've neglected an important part of your education.
We've been concentrating on your head.  It's time we started being
concerned with other things," she said, laying one hand on his chest over
his heart.

She turned on the shower and once it was running warm she stepped in and
then pulled him in after her.  With some coaxing there was a great deal of
sudsing going on, with attention being paid to sensitive areas.  There was
also a lot of hugging, caressing and even one brief kiss that had the boy
bent almost double.  When they were done they got out and dried off, with
his mom giving him lots of help.  They each went to their own room to put
on some clothes, he donning shorts and a t-shirt, her some tight capris and
a sports top from when she used to run for exercise.  As they sat across
from each other eating breakfast his mom said,

"So, sweetheart, what are you thinking about what happened last night and
this morning?"

He seemed a little reluctant to answer but she said nothing, simply holding
her expression to invite him to say something.  Finally with a bit of an
embarrassed smile he said,

"Fun?"

"You thought it was fun?  Oh, I'm so glad to hear you say that.  I thought
it was a lot of fun as well.  I also know it might have seemed rather
strange.  But when you think about it, our lives have been, if not strange,
rather different.  But I don't think I prepared you very well for all of
this.  I should have had you around people more.  Oh, don't look like that.
I know how you feel about crowds and strangers.  But I think I could have
done something.  So here were are, just the two of us," she said, reaching
across to take hold of his free hand.

She gave it a squeeze and felt a bit of pressure in return, and he didn't
pull away.

"So, as I've said, we'll shift things around a bit and start paying
attention to these other issues.  I'll teach you more about what we did
last night and this morning.  I also think we'll try and get you out more.
Maybe start with just some walks around the area, get you used to seeing
that other people are around.  And don't worry, we'll take it slow."

Anthony didn't look too pleased with this idea, but with him it was hard to
tell.  So he spent the morning working on his Physics evaluation and then
after lunch, with a great deal of coaxing, he and his mother took a little
walk, exactly one turn around the block.  For the neighbors who hadn't seen
much of them it was an odd sight.  The boy, towering over his mother, his
arm locked in hers, his head alternating from an intense study of the
ground in front of him to a near panicked swiveling at any significant
noise.  When they returned home, he was obviously relieved and when he
slumped onto the couch, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against
the cushions.

His mother watched him and saw the tension slowly ease away.  She came over
and sat down next to him and said,

"Do you feel better now, sweetheart?"

"Yes, mom."

"How did it feel out there?"

"Scary."

"Well, new things can be scary," she said, putting a hand on his leg, "but
I'll be right there with you."

He nodded.

"I saw the way you relaxed while you were sitting here.  What were you
thinking about?"

He turned his head and looked at his mom.

"You, last night, this morning."

"It relaxed you to think about what we did?"

"Made me happy, so I felt better."

"Oh, I'm so glad," she said and she shifted so she was kneeling next to him
and she brought her lips to his and gave him a soft, gentle kiss.  "Does
that make you feel good?"

"Yes."

So she put an arm around his shoulders, put her free hand alongside his
face and she began to kiss him more.  As it lingered it became more intense
and Anthony began to respond.  Lips parted and his mom taught him how to
french kiss.  She moved so she was straddling his legs and pressing herself
to his torso.  Remembering from that morning, he brought his hands up and
cupped both of her ass cheeks in his big hands.  She wiggled her hips and
pressed against him harder in appreciation.  His cock was starting to
respond and it began to grow down one of his pants legs, and it was a bit
uncomfortable.  He broke off the kiss and said,

"Mom, it's starting to hurt."

"Hmm, what is,dear? Oh, is your cock getting big and your pants are getting
too tight?  We can fix that," she said with a smile.

She slid off his lap and grabbed for his feet and pulled off his sneakers
and socks.  The she began to work on the belt and zipper of his shorts.

"Mom, here?"

"Why not, baby?  No one can see in and we aren't expecting anyone," she
said as her small deft fingers made short work of the fastenings and soon
he was naked from the waist down.

His massive cock was too heavy to spring up so it lay along one thigh.  His
mom ignored it for the moment and tugged his shirt off.

"Hmm, you are so handsome and grown up.  I'm so lucky," she said and then
she began to take her clothes off.

When she was naked she did a little pose in front of her son and said,

"Do you like what you see, baby?"

He nodded with a little smile.

"Would you like to touch?"

He nodded again and made a gesture for her to turn around.  She did so and
as she looked back over her shoulder he reached out and took hold of her
firm round, and now bare, ass with his big hands and rubbed them.

"Ohhhh, baby, that feels good.  Your hands are so big and strong, but so
gentle.  Yes, squeeze my ass.  Ooo."

She pushed back against him so she was standing between his legs with her
back to him.  She reached back and grabbed one of his hands and brought it
up and around to cup one of her firm, round tits.  They were around a 34C
but on her small frame they looked nice and big.  She held his hand in
place until he started to squeeze and rub it.  Figuring he had the idea,
she let go and while he worked on her ass and tit, she reached back and
began to stroke his massive erection.

Now, again, it should be said that Anthony is a very intelligent boy.
Despite what his size and lack of verbalization might imply, he was no
Lenny from 'Of Mice and Men'.  Not only was he able to learn very quickly
but he was also able to reason and take intuitive leaps.  So he had been
paying attention and he had learned not only what made him feel good but
what got the best reactions from his mom.  He decided it was time to apply
what he had learned so far.

The hand that was on her ass was slipped around her hip and she was pulled
backwards until she had her back pressed against his torso and his cock was
pressed against her ass.  He continued to use one hand on her tits, both
nipples being rubbed by wide spread fingers.  The other hand came to rest
on her pussy, where once again he could feel the dampness along the puffy
lips.

"Oh, baby, yes, that feels so nice," she cooed as she wiggled her ass on
his cock and rubbed the back of her head on his upper chest.

He remembered the anatomical details of the female reproductive system but
wasn't really versed in what part would respond to what stimulation.  He
remembered from this morning that fingers rubbing on wet lips seemed to
produce a positive response so he began to rub one finger tip up and down.
The response was immediate and intense.

"Oh, baby, that feels good.  Yes, rub my pussy lips with your finger.  And
make sure you rub my clit, that hard nub right at the top there.
OOOHHHHHHH, yes... that's it," she called out as his finger worked the
hooded knob.

Her firm ass was grinding on his cock and he really liked the way that felt
and it was getting to be more and more fun to make his mother wiggle and
moan.  He liked making her feel good.  After a time, she took hold of his
hand that was working her pussy from the outside and pushed it down.  She
put pressure on his middle finger so it pushed her lower lips aside and
began to move up into the warm, wet tunnel.

"Omigod.  Your finger is so big, oh yes, push it in and fuck me with it."

So Anthony did what his mother asked and he began to force a thick finger
deeper into the tight wet tunnel and felt how his mother reacted by
grinding her entire body against his, one hand clamped down on the hand
working her tits and the other holding tight to the wrist of his other
hand.  When his finger went in as deep as it could she pulled on his hand
until it was almost out and then pushed in again.  After a few repetitions
he got the idea and began a slow steady in and out until she said,

"Put in another one, sweetheart, use two fingers."

With the one finger almost all the way out he bought another one alongside
and pushed them both in.

"AAHHHHHH" she yelled and tensed up even more and then pushed down on his
hand to force the two digits in more quickly.

"Yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she mumbled and he was happy and
now eager to comply.

He quickened the pace and she was humping away on his hand when she
suddenly tensed up, her legs pulled up in a near fetal position and pushed
her head back against his chest and she orgasmed heavily.  So heavily in
fact that she was dripping her juices over his hand and her mouth was open
but no sound was coming out.  Her body jerked and bucked and Anthony just
went along for the ride.  After some long moments her body relaxed and then
went completely limp.  Anthony got a little worried.

"Mom?  You okay?"

No response.

"Mom?"

"Hmm, what, dear?"

"You okay?"

"Oh, I'm much more than okay, sweetheart.  Give me a minute to catch my
breath and I'll show you."

"Okay," he replied and he just held on, keeping her from falling off his
lap.

Even limp her warm weight felt so good against him.  He wondered how much
of this they could do.  Finally she began to stir and she said,

"Alright, baby, you can let go of me now," she said and then as his grip
loosened she began to slide off his lap and wound up on her knees between
his legs, facing him.

"Hmm, you have such wonderful hands.  So big and strong, yet gentle and
knowing.  And my god, what a magnificent cock you have. So long and thick
with such big full balls.  Let me see if I can empty them for you."

She took his cock in both hands and began to stroke it and she licked the
knob and upper shaft.  Then she pushed it against his stomach and began
licking and sucking on his balls, the warm skin of his ball sack felt so
soft on her lips.  Anthony was loving it and his hips began to move a bit.
He was already very turned on and he could feel his balls beginning to
tingle.  His mom knelt up straighter and she pushed her tits against his
cock, trapping the big meat in her cleavage and she began to rub up and
down, licking the head when it got close to her mouth.  It didn't take long
before the tell tale signs of impending orgasm started to show.  His eyes
were closed and he was grunting softly.  His hips were moving faster and
more forcefully, almost fucking her tits.  Knowing what was coming, she
took hold of his cock and pointed the head so it was aimed right at her.

"Oh, mom," he said and then he pushed up hard with his hips and the first
shot of heavy thick cum jetted from the head of his cock.

It hit her on the lower part of her face.  She hooted and then began to
giggle as more and more cum pumped from his cock, coating her lower face,
her neck and her tits.  Some splashed back to land on his cock, balls and
belly.  His grunts, her giggles and the splat of thick fluid on skin were
all the sounds heard.  When he was finally done spraying her down he just
sort of melted back into the couch.

"Oh, my sweet boy, that was so good, my god what a load," she said and then
she stuck out her tongue and licked up a bit from her lower lips and chin.
"Hmm, so nice, sweet and tangy at the same time."

Then she slowly stood up, the cum running down, over and between her tits.
She held out a sticky hand and said,

"Come with me, baby, time to clean up again."

He took her hand and pulled himself up.  Then he stood and she led him by
the hand to the kitchen were warm water and paper towels cleaned up all
signs of his explosive output.  Then they just stood there in the kitchen,
naked and happy.  He looked at his mom as she leaned against the counter
and he said,

"Hug?"

"Of course, baby," and she moved forward to wrap her arms around his lower
back, squeezing and resting her head against his chest.

He put his arms around her back, but it didn't feel right.  Since he had
gotten so much bigger than his mom the hugs had lost a little of their
feeling.  He liked it last night when she was laying next to him and her
arm was higher and her head was close, or earlier when she was kneeling
next to him.  He thought a moment and said,

"Not right."

"What do you mean, sweetie?  What's not right, the hug?"

"Yes," he said and then he slipped his hands up under her arms and
effortlessly lifted her off the floor and brought them face to face.

His mom let out a little yelp but then smiled and wrapped her arms around
his shoulders and her legs around his waist and lower back.  He slid his
arms around so that one supported her ass and the other around the small of
her back.  There faces got closer and their lips came together and they
shared a long lingering french kiss.  When they separated she leaned her
head back and said,

"Yes, now this is hug.  This is so much better.  What a wonderful idea,
sweetheart.  Why don't you carrying me back to the couch?"

He nodded and with her head resting on his shoulder he walked back into the
living room and sat down on the couch.  She was now sitting on his lap, her
legs straddling his waist.  They kissed some more and then she said,

"Why don't you lay down on your back.  We can cuddle better that way."

So they shifted around and quickly he was on his back taking up the whole
couch and she was laying along his side, her back against the couch back
and most of her draped over his torso and up legs.

"This is very nice, baby.  How are you feeling?"

"Really good."

"It must seem a little odd the way I've been acting, huh?"

"Kinda."

"Maybe I should explain a few things to you, it might help you understand
better," she said as she turned her head, her chin resting on his chest.
"I was quite the wild child when I was younger.  I had my first experience
with sex when I wasn't much older than you.  And it was with my cousin,
well my second cousin, but we were a tight knit family in those days so
there wasn't much difference.  He was a couple of years older but it was my
idea.  In fact, I had to seduce him to get him to do it the first time.  My
god, it felt so good.  I loved it and couldn't get enough.  For almost two
years, we had some sort of sex almost every day.  But then he joined the
Marines and I had to look elsewhere.  But I didn't have any trouble finding
someone to play with," she said, lightly running a hand over his body as
she talked.

"Things sorta fell apart when I was a senior in high school.  I was in the
back of a van with two boys when a cop came along and caught us.  Your
grandparents went through the roof and I was basically under house arrest
until I graduated.  They would only let me go to a local college so I could
live at home under their watchful eye.  What they didn't know was there are
plenty of places to have fun on a campus or on the way to and from.  Then I
met your Dad.  My folks liked him, they thought he was very serious, very
hard working, which he was, but he was also a lot of fun, a lot of fun.
I'll save those stories for another time," she said as she raised her head
higher and looked at her son.

"What I'm trying to say, baby, is that I have kept a lot of things hidden,
suppressed I guess, and when I saw you that day, naked and sporting that
big cock, it all came bubbling up.  I hope you don't think badly of me."

She felt his arms tighten around her and he said,

"No, I love you, mom."

"Oh, thank you, baby."

"But that means no fun because of me, right?"

"No, not really, sweetheart.  I mean a mother needs to be responsible but
really it was because your father is gone.  Like I said we had so much fun
together and when he died I guess I just didn't think I could find someone
to have fun with like that again.  Until now," she said, smiling at him.

He squeezed her again and she snuggled down on him and they drifted off to
sleep for a while.  When they woke up it was past dinner time so they got
up and still naked, went into the kitchen and put together a quick dinner.
Afterward they went back into the living room and cuddled up on the couch,
his mom exploring his body with her fingertips.

"Mom?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Teach me more, please."

"What would you like to know, baby?"

"How to make you feel good."

"You already know that, sweetheart."

"Aren't there other ways?"

"Yes, you're right there are.  You want to know more ways?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, I have an idea.  You've shown how good you are with your finger in
and on my pussy," she said, taking one of his hands in both of hers and
kissing the fingertips.  "And I know that your tongue does very nicely with
mine.  Let's see what we can do about teaching you what else you can do
with your tongue."

She slid off his lap and said,

"Sit down on the floor, right by the couch, sweetheart."

He did as she asked and when he was in position she moved over to sit right
in front of him, her legs on either side and her ass scooted up right to
the edge.  His face was now about a foot from her pussy.

"Okay, baby.  Remember everything you did with your fingers.  Now, instead,
use your tongue.  Just let the tip run up and down the lips," she said,
tracing her finger along where she wanted him to use his tongue.

He nodded slightly and then leaned in and lightly ran his tongue up one
side of the slit and down the other.  He felt his mom shudder and heard her
breath suck in.  Next he let his tongue trace along the slit which pushed
them aside slightly.

"Hmmm, yessss," she said in a low voice.

When his tongue tip made contact with her clit her hands came up to rest
lightly on his head.  He took this to mean she wanted him to stay there a
while so he did and let his tongue flick back and forth over the hard,
prominent nub.  Her hips began to undulate and press against his face.

"Oh god, baby, that is fantastic.  You do that so well.  Now do what you
did with those two fingers with your tongue, get it up inside me."

He moved his head down and then used his tongue to push her lips aside and
let it move further into her tunnel.  His tongue felt thick and long to the
diminutive woman and she was soon bucking her hips against his face as she
fucked herself on his tongue.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, yes baby, keep that tongue inside me.
Dammnnnnn."

He thought she was moving about quite a lot so he slid his arms up under
her legs and over her stomach to hold her in place.  In affect, he had her
trapped with his tongue in her pussy and he wasn't letting up.  The bucking
that he was trying to control was actually a near continuous string of
orgasms that felt like they were tearing her apart.  She finally found her
voice and said,

"Oh god, please stop, stop, stop, stop," she yelled.

Startled, he pulled his mouth off her pussy and his head up from between
her legs.  Her legs were still over his arms and he was looking up along
her body, seeing her chest heaving and her head moving from side to side,
her eyes half open as she panted.

"Mom, you okay?  I'm sorry," he said, sounding miserable.

"Oh, baby, no, no, don't be sorry.  It was unbelievable.  I couldn't stop
cumming.  Sometimes you can have too much of a good thing, and you are such
a good thing.  Come up here,"she said, holding her arms wide.

Still kneeling between her legs he covered her body with his as she hugged
him tight, kissing the side of his face and neck.  Then she pushed him away
a bit and brought her lips to his and kissed him passionately while she
tasted her pussy juices.  She could also feel the base of his cock rubbing
on her pussy and her legs came up and wrapped around his back.  Her hips
began to move as she rubbed her clit against the thick shaft.

"God, what a slut I am," she thought to herself, but it's been so long.

"Anthony, sweetheart.  It's time to teach you a very important lesson."

"What, Mom?"

"You going to learn how to fuck a woman."

"Intercourse?"

"Yes, dear."

He looked down at her and said,

"Are you sure? The size?"

"Oh, yes, I'm sure."

"Okay."

"Kneel up straight," she directed.

He pulled back and did as she asked.  It brought the base of his cock
almost level with her pussy, a little higher in fact.  She reached between
her legs and took hold of his cock and lifted it up, stroking it, marveling
at how big and thick it was.  She felt it stiffen further as she rubbed the
head along her drenched lips and let it rub on her clit a bit before she
placed it at the entrance to her tunnel.

"Alright, now baby, I'll help guide it.  You start to push, but go easy.
This might take a while."

He nodded and as she held his cock steady he began to push forward.  He
felt the resistance and backed off.  She nodded encouragement and he began
pushing forward again.  He was amazed to see the lips began to slide apart
and the head began to move forward.  He eased off again and then began to
push once more.  More progress was made and so he decided this was the way.
Push in, back off, push a little more, back off.

"Oh, shit, yes, that feels incredible and you're just starting.  Oh, my
darling boy, you are too much.  Yes, keep working that magnificent cock up
inside me. Yes, give me all I can take."

Progress was steady but slow but more and more of the shaft was now
disappearing up inside his mother's pussy and it was obvious she was loving
it.  Her legs came up, her heels hooking behind the small of his back,
urging him in deeper.  Finally, the last of the shaft disappeared and his
hips touched her thighs.

"Oh, fuck, I have all of you.  I can't believe it.  It feels like it's
touching my tonsils.  Now pull back part way and then rock forward, then
keep doing it.  That's how you fuck a woman's pussy with that big fat
gorgeous cock of yours."

Following her instructions he began to saw that massive cock back and forth
inside her tight wet pussy.  She had grabbed hold of his arms and was
holding on for dear life while he fucked her with long deep strokes.  She
wasn't the only one feeling amazing things.  The sensation of her tight
pussy clenching down along the full length of his cock when it was fully
inside her was beyond his wildest dreams.

Mother and son fucked on the couch, lost in time, concentrating on just the
feelings they were sharing.  She managed to pull him forward and she began
to tongue kiss him as her body was rocked by the deep and more frequent
strokes of his cock.  Finally, it all became too much for her and her body
exploded from the pussy outward.  She bucked and writhed and screamed into
his mouth.  Her legs clamped tightly around his back and she wouldn't let
up.  In the midst of all this, Anthony mumbled that he was going to cum and
his mom let her legs fall away and she pushed his hips away and she slid
off his cock just in time for him to start pumping loads of cum up between
them.

Her ankles hooked the back of his legs and made sure that he shot his
entire load between them, feeling the warm sticky mess being spread around
as they writhed against each other.  They were still kissing, moving from
lips to cheeks to neck and throat.  Finally, with their orgasms done, they
lay against each other panting and grasping.

"Hmm, that was the very best I've ever had, baby.  You're cock is the most
magnificent thing I've ever felt.  I want it in me every day.  Will you do
that baby, will you fuck me every day with that beautiful big dick of
yours?"

"Yes, mom," he said, smiling a little. "Hang on."

She wrapped he arms and legs around him and he got to his feet and with his
cum trapped between them he walked them both to the bathroom and the
shower.  The cleaning took a long time and they slept together in her bed,
well into the morning.  School was just starting.