Hot mom? Mature woman? Or slut?

We own a mansion with a swimming pool by the golf course. It's because of this lifestyle that I have to tolerate my husband's occasional womanizing, and of course, his below-average penis. Oh, below-average is actually about 5 inches.

I have a 20-year-old son in college. He's my only child, and I love him to death. I think he's a real womanizer; he always has many girlfriends, some of whom have confided in me that he has a huge penis that they really enjoy.

I've seen it a few times in the shower, and he definitely inherited it from my family, I know not from his father's. His school is about 200 miles from home; he's a junior and rarely comes home. I miss my precious son.

I'm actually very conscious of my physique. I'm about 5'8", with long brown hair, long, straight legs, and regular exercise keeps my butt from sagging; my firm, high-set glutes are very sexy. My flat stomach even shows a bit of a six-pack when I tighten up; I think having only one child has helped a bit.

Of course, my most striking feature, the first thing men notice, is my enormous breasts. My breasts have always been large, with big nipples, and they grew even bigger after my son was born. Often I had to choose between D-cup and F-cup bras from different brands. I've always worked out to minimize any sagging. They're heavy, and almost everyone I know thinks they're spectacular.

Some of my friends think I look like Audrey Partridge, one of the stars of the hit teen drama *Hollywood Girls*, except my breasts are larger, hers are enormous.

When I go out, if I'm in a good mood, I wear tight jeans, a low-cut shirt, and no bra, revealing my sexy breasts. Men always stop to stare. I once saw a guy fall flat on his face in the grocery store parking lot because he was staring at me and not watching where he was going.

In my 22 years of marriage, I've never been unfaithful. Oh, I did give a blowjob to a guy who worked in UP once. He's Black, and I just wanted to see the size of his penis. It was just okay, nothing like what I'd imagined.

I found myself thinking more about my son, who has a huge penis. The desire to one day touch and stroke it was so strong I couldn't stand it. I usually masturbate with one of my dildos, though I know it can't compare to his size, but it's better than nothing!

I've deliberately let him see me when I come out of the bathroom before; I know he saw me, and I know he'd have to awkwardly cover his erection afterwards. When I'm in a bikini in the pool, I know I've driven him crazy. I still look pretty good; once, some of his friends saw me, and those guys were drooling, and I saw the bulges in their shorts.

It's a lovely summer; the weather has been great, and even though it's late September, it's still warm. I've spent a lot of time working on my sunbathing tanning plan; I love lying by our pool, and if no one's around, I'll sunbathe completely naked.

I only bumped into the boys who cleaned our pool a few times, but I think he's used to walking among the nude sunbathers. After I'm sure I've given him a good look, I usually quickly cover myself with a towel. I have a very even bronze complexion, neither too dark nor an unpleasant color. Just the right healthy tone, and it looks stunning in a white bikini.

It's a Saturday in late September, and the pool is where I'm going today. It's warm, sunny, and cloudless. My husband is out playing golf, as he does every Saturday. His day consists of golf, gambling, drinking, and flirting with caddie girls; I won't see him until late afternoon.

Around noon, I put on my swimsuit and headed to the lounge chairs by our pool. It's my favorite bikini; it really shows off my bronze tan, and if I wore it to the club's pool, those guys would definitely throw their drinks on the floor in excitement.

I lay on the cushioned lounge chair with big sunglasses in my hand, if I wanted to read. The sun felt amazing, and I wondered if today was a good day for nude sunbathing. I really didn't care if people saw me. Damn, knowing people would see me made me a little excited.

I untied the knot of my bikini top and tossed it aside, freeing my large breasts. I took off my bottoms too, placing them with my top, with a towel nearby just in case. My skin wasn't unevenly tanned; most of my pubic hair had been laser-shaved, leaving only a narrow strip above my vulva, and even my vulva was bronzed, though I had to be careful there.

About six months ago, I felt particularly naughty and got a tattoo. There's a nice little V-shape made of roses on my lower back and just above my buttocks, and if I wear a crop top, you can barely see it peeking out from above the waistband of my jeans. It makes me feel sexy, and I love it.

I'm just enjoying the sun, enjoying the day, and the feeling of being naked in the sun is fantastic. I start to get a little excited whenever I think about my son. I hadn't seen him for months; he'd stayed at school all summer. Fall semester had started, and I wondered when he'd come home, wondering how many alluring female college students he'd slept with his enormous cock.

My legs were pressed together, my pussy was unbearably itchy—if only I were one of them! I drank a bottle of Blood Mary and dozed off. Suddenly I heard a noise, like a car stopping in the driveway.

I heard the back gate open and close quietly. I was still lying there naked, but I put on my big sunglasses so I could see anyone approaching and they'd think I was asleep. Who could it be? The pool boy? No, it's Saturday! My husband? He couldn't possibly not be playing golf.

I heard someone approaching stealthily, my heart pounding with excitement. I slowed my breathing so it would look like I was asleep. I strained my eyes to the side, and I saw him. It was my son, coming home from college to surprise me.

I didn't move an inch; to him, I seemed to be fast asleep. I felt him getting closer, and I felt his eyes fixed on my naked body lying in the sunlight. My chest rose and fell slowly; I knew he was looking at my breasts.

He stood there quietly for a long time, then finally moved a few steps to the end of the recliner where I was lying, near my feet. I knew he wanted a better look at my vulva. He stood there watching, and I decided to take a risk, pretending to shift in my sleep, spreading my legs wider. I knew he now had a clear view of my labia and clitoris, as they protruded outwards.

He stepped back, but got even closer, as if he wanted to examine my vulva more closely. I saw him lean forward, his face about eight inches from my crotch. I heard and felt his inhalation; he was figuring out what I smelled like, inhaling my scent. If my vagina hadn't been so wet just now, what would I be like now? I wonder if he's already seen my nipples harden?

He straightened up, and I noticed a huge bulge in his shorts. Was that his penis? Had I aroused him again? It looked enormous. He took a few steps back, and I couldn't just lie there like that, so I pretended to slowly wake up and stretched my limbs slightly. He quickly retreated to the doorway and quietly closed it.

After he had left the backyard, I sat up and put on my bikini. I wrapped a towel around myself, left the pool, went inside, and went to the kitchen. I started getting some sandwich ingredients to prepare lunch. He hadn't come into the room yet, so I went to the front window and saw him sitting in his car, probably trying to deflate his erection. Haha, that was the erection I caused.

I went back to the kitchen to wait, and soon I heard the front door open, and I heard him loudly announce that he was home. I called his name, "Billy," from the kitchen, and then he came in.

I said, "Oh my god! What a surprise. Welcome home, I missed you so much."

He gave his mother a hug, even though I was only wrapped in a towel and wearing a bikini underneath. He pressed my large breasts against his strong chest and said he had just decided to surprise me and that he missed me a lot. I told him his mother missed him too, and I was glad he was here. He put down his large duffel bag, saying it was full of dirty clothes.

I laughed and said, "Just leave it in the laundry room, I'll deal with them later. Billy, I was just making lunch, want a sandwich?"

College boys always get hungry quickly, so he naturally said yes. After preparing our sandwiches, we sat on the kitchen stools and ate. My towel had started to loosen and slipped down a little, and I caught him peeking at my cleavage.

After we finished eating, he asked, "Where's Dad?"

I said, "Well, it's Saturday, so he's where he always is, the golf course. I won't see him until late afternoon or early evening."

I saw him looking at my breasts again, and I said, "Billy, it's such a nice day, so I was sunbathing. There aren't many nice days like this. Why don't you go to your room, change into your swimsuit, and sunbathe with me?"

"Good idea, Mom." With that, he crossed the hall and headed to his room.

I got myself a bottle of cocktail and gave him a beer. He's over 18, so I had no problem with that. I went back to my lounge chair, grabbed a towel, and lay down in my bikini. A few minutes later, he came to the poolside floor in his shorts. I handed him the beer, and he lay down on the lounge chair next to me and started drinking. I could see him peeking at me from behind his sunglasses. I felt so sexy in this bikini; I wished I could go back to being naked.

Afterward, he finished his beer, glanced at me a few more times, and decided to go swimming. I guessed he needed to cool down somewhere. He jumped into the pool and swam for a while, then came to the side closest to me, gripping the edge and looking at me. As I was enjoying the sun, he spoke.

He said, "Hi, Mom, I've noticed something. You don't have any uneven tan lines. How come?"

I smiled at him and said, "Well, Billy, I come here alone most of the time, and I like to take off my tank top and sunbathe shirtless."

He was silent for a moment, then said, "So, if you sunbathe in your swimsuit, won't it ruin the tan you've been working so hard on?"

I said, "Yes, possibly. I might end up with uneven tan lines."

He said, "Well, Mom, don't ruin your sunbathing plans. You can sunbathe shirtless; it won't bother me. You're my mom, and I've seen plenty of girls shirtless at the pool."

I didn't want to know those things; I wanted to wait, and I knew what he wanted.

I said, "Are you sure, Billy? Would you mind seeing your old mom? I don't want you to feel disgusted."

He shook his head and said, "First of all, Mom, you're not old. Secondly, you look amazing, actually, you're stunning. All my friends say you're a mature, voluptuous woman."

I knew what he was talking about, but I pretended not to hear.

I said, "Okay, if there's nothing serious, I'm going to take off my tank top."

I reached behind me, pulled the straps of my tank top off, and then pulled it over my head and lay back down, my huge breasts completely exposed to my son's view. Undoubtedly, he was staring at me, completely motionless at the edge of the pool.

When I took off my tank top, my bare nipples were as hard as rocks, as thick as my thumbs. Through my sunglasses, I saw his hands move underwater, and I knew he was touching his huge penis. This… oh, how filthy! This is my son, I couldn't help thinking that he was the one who aroused me so much.

He swam around a few times, then returned to the edge of the pool. He looked at me and said, “Mom, when I said you didn’t have any uneven tan lines, I meant your whole body. If you leave your bikini bottoms on, won’t it cause that problem?”

I said, “Yes, maybe. What should I do?”

He feigned concern as a son: “Well, I don’t want to be the culprit who ruins your tanning plans. Just pretend I’m not here, you can take them off. You’re my mom, it’s no big deal.”

I waited a moment, then stood up and fiddled with my bottoms, rolling them up to expose my buttocks. I said, “Are you sure? Sons shouldn’t see their moms naked.”

He laughed and said, “Don’t worry, Mom, I’ve seen quite a few naked women before.”

'Hmph!' I thought, 'Definitely not.' I turned my back to him and took off my bottoms. When I turned around, he saw my bare buttocks, and now, he saw my vulva.

I lay back down on the recliner, my legs spread wide enough that I knew he saw everything he wanted to see. After I realized he'd been staring at me for a few minutes, I turned over and lay face down, then said to him, "Billy, could you come over here? Put some sunscreen on Mommy's back so she won't get sunburned."

"Sure, Mommy," he said, and then I heard him get out of the pool and walk towards me.

He dried himself off, then dragged out a stool and sprayed some sunscreen on his hands. He started massaging my shoulders, the coconut scent of the sunscreen filling the air. His hands massaged the rest of my back, my sides, and parts of my breasts, which were bulging out from under my body.

As he moved down my lower back, he stopped and said, "Mommy, you have a tattoo."

I said, "Yes, I do. Do you like it?"

He said, "Oh my god! Yes, I like bitch stamps."

That's what they call those pretty tattoos. Did he think I was a bitch? I could be his bitch. I told him not to stop and to put some oil on my ass. He massaged my buttocks, which felt good. Then his hands moved to my thighs, kneading the inside and outside, his hand reaching less than an inch from my wet vulva.

He finally finished the massage, and I thanked him. He sat back in his recliner. I lay there for a while, then turned my head and looked over, seeing a large bulge in his groin. I wondered if it was in pain.

I turned to him and said, "Billy, you should try sunbathing without shorts, it feels amazing! After all, I'm your mother, I've bathed you hundreds of times, I know what you look like."

He just said "okay" and stood up, untied his ties, and took off his loose shorts. I tried my best not to look at him. He was lying on his back now, his penis resting on his thighs. His penis was huge, at least twice the size of his father's, as thick as my wrist, and even before it was erect, it was at least ten inches.

I kept stealing glances at it, and finally, I had to find a way to cool down, so I stood up from the deck chair and stretched my limbs. I knew he was watching me, so I slowly walked towards the pool, stepped into the water, and slowly walked down the steps. I swam in the cool water for a while, but didn't leave the area where I could stand up. Out of

the corner of my eye, I saw a figure moving, and then a huge splash of water hit me; it turned out he had jumped into the pool from the deep end. When he surfaced, I laughed and splashed water at him, and he splashed water back, and the water fight began.

We kept splashing each other, and he moved closer to me. I started backing away, and he kept chasing me. He got closer and closer, close enough to grab my arm, and I screamed like a schoolgirl. He pulled my arm, then grabbed my waist and pulled me even closer, and I laughed. A mother and son were playing in the pool, but the difference was that we were both naked.

The son's penis got hard, and he pulled me close to him. My back was against his chest, and I could feel his hard penis between my buttocks. I decided to play around a little, and I rubbed my buttocks back, pushing his penis further between my buttocks. Now he started teasing me, reaching out and grabbing one of my large breasts.

I laughed and said, "That's not fair, that's not fair, you can't grab them, my breasts aren't within that range."

He hugged me tighter and said, "Oh, yeah!" while reaching out and grabbing the other breast.

He started kneading and tugging at my nipples, and it felt amazing; I really didn't want him to stop. He squeezed my large breasts, then turned me to face him, holding me even tighter, my breasts pressed against his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist, feeling his large, hard penis pressing between our bodies, my clitoris and vulva against his penis.

I looked at him and laughed, saying, "This isn't fair, you're grabbing my breasts."

He laughed and replied, "Yes, you're right, but you like it this way."

I smiled back, affirming his statement, rubbing my vulva against his penis, and leaned down to kiss him. This wasn't a mother-son kiss at all; my tongue darted into his mouth, pulling him closer to my body.

When we stopped kissing, I looked into his eyes and said, "You said some of your friends think I'm a mature, voluptuous woman. Do you think I am too?"

He swallowed hard and said, "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen. My God! Yes, you are indeed a mature, voluptuous woman."

I laughed and said, "So, I'm the mom you want to fuck?"

Time seemed to freeze for a moment. He finally said, "More important than anything else."

I kissed his lips, released him, and took his hand as we walked up the steps. We climbed out of the pool and went to the pool loungers and our towels. I quickly dried myself off with the towel and then started drying him. I dried his front until I knelt in front of him, wiping his huge penis with the towel, and then threw the towel on the coffee table.

His enormous penis was right in front of my face. I reached out to touch it, but then stopped, looking at him and asking, "May I touch it?"

He smiled at me and said, "It's yours. You can do whatever you want with it."

I smiled back, reaching out to gently grasp his penis in my hands; it felt heavy. I lifted it and kissed the massive glans. I kissed it again, this time savoring its taste with my tongue.

My lips again enveloped the glans, sucking and licking it with all my might, and I heard him groan. I could let almost half of his penis into my mouth and throat, my hands wrapped around him so I could push his penis as far as possible into my mouth.

I knew he had been aroused for a long time, so I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I craved his taste, the feeling of his semen sliding down my throat. My oral sex technique was really good, and I could tell he was enjoying it. I started sucking and swallowing harder, his hands on his hips, his eyes tightly closed.

His voice came through his clenched teeth: "Oh God! Mom, I'm going to cum... I'm coming!"

I felt his penis swell even more, and he stopped thrusting. I pulled his penis out of my mouth until only the glans remained, and I felt it boil over, the semen shooting out, his young seed shooting from his penis onto my tongue. I swallowed quickly, because I knew there was more semen. As

he continued to ejaculate, his glans was still in my mouth, and my hands gripped his penis, stroking it incessantly. As his ejaculation began to slow, my tongue sucked even harder. Finally, his penis began to soften, and I spat it out. I didn't spill a single drop of his semen, and looked up at him with a smile.

He said, "Oh! Mom, that was the best blowjob I've ever had."

I released his penis, stood up, lay back on the recliner, spread my legs, and stretched out my hands to him, "It's your turn to suck Mommy's pussy, son," I said to him.

He was so engrossed, and I was surprised to find that he really knew what he was doing. I don't know who taught him to suck my vulva like that. He kissed the inside of my thighs, slowly moving down to my labia, using his tongue to pry open my vagina and gently flick my inner labia.

He did this to me for ten minutes, but never touched my clitoris, which was unbearable. I had to let him touch my clitoris. Finally, his tongue gently flicked once, then twice, then three times… He kept teasing me, and I had to grab his head and press it hard against my vulva.

He sucked my entire clitoris into his mouth, and I finally overcame this hurdle. My back lifted off the cushions of the recliner and began to arch upwards violently. His teeth gnawed at my clitoris, and unconscious spasms coursed through my entire body. Finally, his licking and sucking became more forceful, and his tongue tapped rapidly and lightly…

I orgasmed, and the gushing fluid soaked his cheeks and the cushions. When he felt my spasms slowing down, he wisely released my clitoris, because it had become too sensitive. He stood up and wiped his face with a towel. I looked up at him and noticed his penis was hard again.

I held out my hands to him and said, "Come here, son, I need you."

He came over and carefully lay down on top of me. I held him in my arms and whispered in his ear that I loved him. We kissed, and I felt his hard penis pressing against my crotch. As we kissed, he began to knead my breasts and squeeze my nipples. He kept adjusting his position, his glans very close to the entrance of my vagina. I opened my legs wide, and his penis took the opportunity to move downwards, gradually rubbing against my clitoris.

He said to me, "Please, Mom, let me put it inside you! Even if it's just for a few seconds, I need to see how it feels."

I smiled and said, "Darling, I think your big penis has been inside for a long time. Put it in, it's not just for a few seconds. Make love to me!"

He was ready, and so was I. He took his position, very carefully to avoid hurting me. He supported his weight with one hand, guiding his penis with the other. His glans rubbed against my opening, and I sighed. His need was so intense that he was trembling with excitement.

He pushed his large glans into my vagina, slowly widening it. His penis was large and hot, and as he thrust forcefully, my passage began to open for him. Soon his glans was inside, and it felt so good. I prayed he wouldn't act strangely and ejaculate prematurely; I wanted to savor this feeling.

After a few thrusts and withdrawals, his entire penis was finally inside me. It was a perfect union, and I kissed him.

The feeling of my own son's enormous penis filling my vagina was amazing! His penis was so big, but it seemed like my vagina was made for him. He began to thrust his penis in and out, reaching out to grab my buttocks and pulling my hips towards him. He adjusted his body angle, trying to penetrate me deeper, each time thrusting all the way in.

He started to speed up, and I felt him overwhelmed by his desire. Suddenly, something I hadn't considered before flashed into my mind. His father had undergone a vasectomy years ago, so I had stopped taking birth control pills. Billy hadn't used a condom, and I hadn't used any protection. I hadn't considered that the timing wasn't the problem, but it was still risky, and pregnancy would be difficult to explain. The feeling of his enormous penis inside me made me forget all reason.

He knew he was about to ejaculate and asked, "Mom, I'm going to ejaculate, do you want me to pull out?"

I said, "No, son, I want you to ejaculate inside, I want to feel it. Start ejaculating!"

The feeling of a man hearing that he could pour his semen into a woman's body, and that she didn't mind, was indescribable. His penis unconsciously grew even larger, he stopped thrusting, and I felt it spasm.

He erupted! Wave after wave, gushes of semen and seed poured deep into his mother's vagina through his penis. This was his second ejaculation, but it seemed he managed to find even more. His penis was deeply inside my cervix; he knew where his semen had gone. Didn't he remember that his father had undergone a vasectomy years ago because his mother didn't want to take birth control pills and had no protection?

I didn't ask him to pull out; my whole body spasmed with my own orgasm. His penis was so big, my vagina made a gurgling sound as I squeezed his penis even harder. I had wanted this for so long; how could I have considered not doing it so many times?

As we both began to relax and the afterglow of our orgasms subsided, he rested his head on my breast, thanking fate for giving him this opportunity—the opportunity to make love to his own mother.

He whispered to me, "Mom, I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I needed it so badly."

"Shh...that's good. I've always wanted this, son," I said.

I held him tightly, both of us drenched in sweat under the late summer sun, but I didn't want to let him go, I didn't want him to leave me. He kissed me, a long and loving kiss, our tongues intertwined, lost in our passion.

Suddenly, there was a sound from inside the house, the door opened and closed, and someone was calling my name. It was my husband—his father had come home after a day of golf. He could walk into the kitchen at any moment, and if he looked up, he would see us—his wife and his son, naked together.

Billy scrambled off me, his penis spurting out of my vagina with a "plop." He grabbed my hand and dragged me off the deck chair. He turned and pulled my arm forcefully, running towards the pool. We jumped into the pool with a "plop," swimming back to the side closest to the kitchen door.

Once above water, we pressed ourselves against the edge, trying to conceal our nakedness, as long as his father didn't notice our swimsuits on the deck chair or walk to the pool, we'd be fine.

His father walked to the door and looked out at the pool. I said, “Hi! Honey, how was the golf? See who surprised me.”

My husband looked around and saw his son in the pool. “Oh, hi! Son, welcome home,” he said.

Billy said, “Hi! Dad, Mom and I just decided to go swimming. It’ll get too cold soon.”

I nodded to Billy and then turned to his father. “Honey, why don’t you take a shower? I’m sure you’re tired from the golf course. We’ll shower too, and then you can take us out for dinner, okay?”

My husband said, “Sure, that sounds great. See you later.”

He turned and went back into the house, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. We waited until we both knew he had gone into the bathroom. We hugged each other as we walked along the poolside to the steps, quietly left the pool, and tiptoed to where we had put our things. We each grabbed a towel and wrapped it around ourselves. I grabbed our swimsuits and headed into the room. Billy went to his room, and I went to the guest room, since each room had its own bathroom.

Before Billy disappeared into his room, I called him to stop and whispered, "I'll come see you in a bit," then winked at him. He gave me a kiss and quickly went into his room.

We enjoyed a nice family dinner and then went home. My husband was tired from playing golf and drinking too much. After I felt he was asleep, I sneaked into Billy's room, and we made love carefully and sweetly again. We even found a chance to do it again on Sunday before he left home to go back to school, and now that we'd started, I didn't know how we could stop.

For the rest of the school year, Billy came home far more often than in any other year, and I also took the opportunity to spend weekends with him. He graduated early, and several jobs were offered to him in other states, but he chose the lower-paying one in his hometown. He found a one-room apartment not far from our house, and I, of course, helped decorate it and spent a lot of time there.

I wasn't pregnant and bought a cervical cap. Sometimes I forgot to put it in, and maybe I really wanted to have his child. He will find the right girl someday and settle down, but not yet.

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