A mature and voluptuous mother

I am the kind of mature, voluptuous woman that all the young studs describe as a "hot mom I love." I am 42 years old and a housewife. You could say I look like I'm in my 30s because I exercise regularly, which makes me appear younger. I exercise every day, playing tennis, swimming, cycling, and golf. My husband has a high-paying job, so I can afford it.

We own a mansion with a swimming pool near the golf course. It's because of this lifestyle that I have to tolerate a little bit of my husband's infidelity, and of course, his below-average penis. Oh, below-average means 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 a lot of girlfriends, and some of them have confided in me that he has a huge cock that they really enjoy.

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

I'm actually very careful about maintaining my figure. I'm about 5'8", with long brown hair, straight, long legs, and regular exercise keeps my butt from sagging; my firm 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. I don't choose D-cup or F-cup bras from different brands. I constantly exercise 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 Patridge, one of the stars of the hit teen drama "Hollywood Girls," except my breasts are larger, hers are massive.

When I go out and feel good, I wear skinny jeans, a low-cut shirt, and no bra, revealing my sexy breasts. Men always stop to peek. 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 cheated on anyone. Oh, and I did give a blowjob once to a guy who worked in UPs. He was Black, and I just wanted to see the size of his penis. It was just okay, nothing like what I imagined.

I find myself thinking about my son more often; he has a huge penis. The desire to one day touch it and masturbate it is so strong that I can't stand it anymore. I usually masturbate with a dildo, even though I know it can't compare to his size, but something's better than nothing!

I used to deliberately let him see me when I came out of the bathroom; I knew he'd seen me, and I knew he'd have to awkwardly cover his erection afterwards. When I was in the pool in my bikini, I knew I was driving him crazy. I still look pretty good; once, some of his friends saw me, and those guys were drooling, and I could see the bulges in their shorts.

It's a pleasant 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 like to lie by our pool, and if I find no one around, I'll sunbathe completely naked.

I was only bumped into a few times by the boy who cleaned our pool, but I think he's used to walking among the nude sunbathers. Once 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 unpleasant. It's a perfectly healthy skin 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 don't see him until later in the afternoon.

Around noon, I put on my swimsuit and headed to the lounge chairs by our pool. It was my favorite bikini; it really accentuated my tan, and if I wore it to the club pool, those guys would definitely throw their drinks on the floor in excitement. 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 the bikini top and tossed it aside, my large breasts free. I took off my bottoms too, placing them next to the top, with a towel nearby just in case. My skin isn't unevenly colored, and most of my pubic hair has been laser-shaved clean, leaving only a narrow strip above my vulva. Even my vulva has turned bronze, but I have to be careful there.

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

I'm just enjoying the sunshine, enjoying the day, and the feeling of being naked in the outdoor sunlight is fantastic. I start to get a little excited whenever I think about my son. I haven't seen him for months; he stayed at school all summer. Fall semester has started now, and I don't know when he'll come home. I wonder how many tempting female college students he's fucked with his huge cock.

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

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

I heard someone quietly approaching, and my heart pounded with excitement. I slowed my breathing so I would appear asleep. I glanced to the side with all my might, and I saw him—my son, coming home from university to surprise me.

My body didn't move; to him, I looked like I was fast asleep. I felt him getting closer, and I could feel 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, where my feet were. I knew he wanted a better look at my genitals. He stood there watching, and I decided to take a risk, so I pretended to move in my sleep and spread my legs wider. I knew he had a clear view of my labia and clitoris now, because they were both protruding.

He took a step back, but moved closer to me, as if he wanted to get a better look at my vulva. I saw him lean forward, his face about eight inches from my crotch. I heard and felt him inhale; he was trying to figure out what I smelled like because he was inhaling my scent. What would I be like now if my vulva hadn't been wet? I wondered if he had 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 then to the kitchen. I started taking out some sandwich ingredients to prepare lunch. He hadn't come into the room yet. 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. I heard him loudly announce that he was home. I called his name, "Billy," from the kitchen, and he came in.

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

He gave his mother a hug, even though I was only wrapped in a towel, 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 too. I told him his mother missed him too, and I was so 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 it later. Billy, I was just making lunch, want a sandwich?"

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

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

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, since there aren't many nice days left. Why don't you go to your room, change into your swimsuit, and sunbathe with me?"

"Great idea, Mom." With that, he crossed the hallway to his room.

I got myself a bottle of cocktail and gave him a beer. He was 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 a beer, and he lay down on the lounge chair next to me and started drinking. I could see him peeking at me through his sunglasses. I felt really sexy in this bikini; I wished I could go back to being naked.

After he finished his beer and stole a few more glances at me, he decided to go swimming. I guessed some part of him needed to cool down. He jumped into the pool and swam for a while, then came to the side of the pool closest to me, gripping the edge and looking at me. As I was enjoying the sunshine, he spoke.

He said, “Hey Mom, I’ve noticed something. You don’t have any uneven tan lines. How is that possible?”

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 to achieve?”

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 a bit, and I knew what he wanted.

I said, “Are you sure, Billy? You’d 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, you’re absolutely gorgeous. 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 my back, pulled the straps of my tank top off, and then pulled it down over my head and lay back down, my huge breasts now fully exposed to my son’s view. Undoubtedly, he was staring at me, completely motionless by the pool.

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

He swam around a few times nearby, then returned to the edge of the pool. He looked at me and said, "Mom, when I said you didn't have any uneven skin tone, I meant all over. If you leave the bikini bottoms on, won't it cause that problem?"

I said, "Yes, maybe. What should I do?"

He pretended to show concern as a son: "Well, I don't want to be the one to ruin your bronze skin plan. Just pretend I'm not here, you can take them off. You're my mom, it's no big deal."

I waited a moment, stood up, and fiddled with my bottoms, rolling them up to reveal my buttocks. I said, "Are you sure? Sons shouldn't see their mothers naked."

He laughed and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I've seen plenty of naked women before."

'Hmph!' I thought, 'That can't be true.' I turned my back to him and took off my lower garment. 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 Mom's back so she won't get sunburned."

"Sure, Mom," 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 part of my breasts, which were bulging outwards from under my body.

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

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

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

That's what they call those pretty tattoos. Does he think I'm a slut? I could be his slut. I told him not to stop and to put some oil on my butt. He rubbed my buttocks, and it felt good. Then his hands moved to my thighs, kneading the inside and outside of my thighs. His hands touched 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 saw a large bulge in his crotch. I wondered if it was painful.

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 simply said "Okay" and stood up, untied his belt, and pulled down his loose shorts. I tried my best not to look at him. He was lying on his back, 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 lounge chair and stretched my limbs. I knew he was watching me, so I slowly walked towards the pool, stepped into the water, and slowly descended 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 wall of water, formed by a splash, 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 at me, 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 grabbed my arm, then grabbed my waist and pulled me even closer, and I laughed. Mom and son were playing in the pool, but unlike Mom, we were both naked.

My son's penis got hard, and he pulled me close to him. My back was against his chest, and I felt his hard penis between my buttocks. I decided to play around a little, and I rubbed my buttocks back, pushing his penis even further between my buttocks. He started teasing me now, reaching out to grab 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 this area."

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

He started kneading and pulling my nipples, it felt amazing, and I really didn't want him to stop. He squeezed my large breasts, then turned me to face him, hugging 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 between our bodies, my clitoris and vulva pressed against his penis.

I looked at him and laughed, saying, "That's not fair, you grabbed my breast."

He laughed and replied, "Yes, you're right, but you like it when I do."

I smiled back, affirming his statement, rubbing my vulva against his penis, and leaning down to kiss him. This wasn't a mother-son kiss at all; my tongue slipped into his mouth, pulling him forcefully 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, so do you think I am too?"

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

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

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and 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, then started drying him. I dried his front until I knelt in front of him, wiping his huge penis with the towel, 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, looked at him, and asked, "Can I touch it?"

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

I smiled back, reached out and gently grasped his penis in my hands; it felt heavy. I lifted it and kissed the massive glans. I kissed it again, but this time I tasted it with my tongue.

My lips again engulfed 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 arms wrapped around him, so I could push his penis as far into my mouth as possible.

I knew he'd 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 skills were 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 shot 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 remained in my mouth, my hands stroking his penis. As his ejaculation slowed, my tongue sucked even more vigorously. Finally, his penis softened, and I released it. I didn't spill a single drop of his semen, and looked up at him with a smile.

He said, "Oh! Mom, this is the best oral sex I've ever had."

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

He was completely absorbed, and I was surprised to find that he really knew what he was doing. I don't know who taught him to suck a pussy like that. He kissed my inner thighs, slowly moving to my labia, using his tongue to pry open my vulva 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 flicked lightly 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 slid off the soft 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, his tongue rapidly tapping...

I erupted in climax, my juices flowing freely and soaking his cheeks and the cushions. As he felt my spasms slow, he wisely released my clitoris, which had become too sensitive. He stood up and took a towel to wipe his face. 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 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 cock has been inside for quite a while now, hurry up and put it in, it's not just for a few seconds. Make love with me!"

He was ready, and so was I. He entered, very carefully being careful not to hurt me. He supported his weight with one hand, guiding his penis with the other. His glans rubbed against my entrance, and I sighed. His need was so intense that he was trembling with excitement.

He pushed his large glans into my vagina, and my vagina was slowly stretched open. His penis was big and hot, and he pushed in forcefully, my passage gradually opening for him. Soon his glans was inside, and it felt so good. I prayed that he wouldn't act strangely and ejaculate prematurely; I wanted to enjoy this feeling forever.

After several thrusts and withdrawals, his entire penis was finally inside my vagina. It was a perfect combination, and I lifted my lips to kiss him.

The feeling of my son's huge 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, and reached out to grab my buttocks, pulling my hips towards him. He adjusted his position, 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 stopped taking birth control pills. Billy hadn't used a condom, and I hadn't protected myself. I hadn't considered that while the timing wasn't the problem, it was still dangerous, 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 me, I want to feel it. Start ejaculating!"

The feeling of a man being able to pour his semen into a woman's body, and her not minding, is indescribable. His penis unconsciously grew even thicker, he stopped thrusting, and I felt it spasm.

He erupted! Wave after wave, gushe after gushe of semen and seed poured deep into his mother's vagina through his penis. This was his second major ejaculation, but it seemed he managed to find even more semen. His penis was deeply inserted into my cervix. He knew where his semen went. Didn't he remember that his father had 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 that 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 that for you, son," I said.

I held him tightly, we were both sweating profusely in 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 door opened and closed, someone was calling my name. It was my husband—his father had come home after a day of golfing. Now he could walk into the kitchen at any time, and if he looked up, he would see us—his wife and his son, lying naked together.

Billy scrambled off me, his penis spurting out of my vagina with a "plop." He grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the lounge chair. He turned around, pulled my arm forcefully, and ran towards the pool. We jumped into the pool with a "plop" and swam back to the side near the kitchen door.

Once above water, we pressed ourselves against the edge of the pool, trying our best to hide the fact that we were naked. As long as his father didn't notice our swimsuits on the lounge chair or walk to the pool, we would 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's going to 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 inside, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. We waited until we both knew he had gone into the bathroom. We embraced and walked along the poolside to the steps, quietly leaving the pool and tiptoeing to where our things were. We each grabbed a towel and wrapped it around ourselves; I grabbed our swimsuits and headed towards 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 had been playing golf and had drunk too much; he was exhausted. After I felt he was asleep, I sneaked into Billy's room, and we made love carefully and sweetly once more. We even managed to do it again on a Sunday before he left home to go back to school, and now that we've started, I don't know how we can stop.

For the rest of the school year, Billy came home far more often than in any other year, and I also made time 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-bedroom apartment not far from our house, and I, of course, helped decorate it and spent a lot of time there.

I'm not pregnant, and I bought a uterine cap. Sometimes I forget to put it in, and maybe I really do want to be pregnant with his child. Someday he'll find the right girl and settle down, but not yet.

I am the kind of mature, voluptuous woman that all the young studs describe as a "hot mom I love." I am 42 years old and a housewife. You could say I look like I'm in my 30s because I exercise regularly, which makes me appear younger. I exercise every day, playing tennis, swimming, cycling, and golf. My husband has a high-paying job, so I can afford it.

We own a mansion with a swimming pool near the golf course. It's because of this lifestyle that I have to tolerate a little bit of my husband's infidelity, and of course, his below-average penis. Oh, below-average means 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 a lot of girlfriends, and some of them have confided in me that he has a huge cock that they really enjoy.

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

I'm actually very careful about maintaining my figure. I'm about 5'8", with long brown hair, straight, long legs, and regular exercise keeps my butt from sagging; my firm 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. I don't choose D-cup or F-cup bras from different brands. I constantly exercise 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 Patridge, one of the stars of the hit teen drama "Hollywood Girls," except my breasts are larger, hers are massive.

When I go out and feel good, I wear skinny jeans, a low-cut shirt, and no bra, revealing my sexy breasts. Men always stop to peek. 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 cheated on anyone. Oh, and I did give a blowjob once to a guy who worked in UPs. He was Black, and I just wanted to see the size of his penis. It was just okay, nothing like what I imagined.

I find myself thinking about my son more often; he has a huge penis. The desire to one day touch it and masturbate it is so strong that I can't stand it anymore. I usually masturbate with a dildo, even though I know it can't compare to his size, but something's better than nothing!

I used to deliberately let him see me when I came out of the bathroom; I knew he'd seen me, and I knew he'd have to awkwardly cover his erection afterwards. When I was in the pool in my bikini, I knew I was driving him crazy. I still look pretty good; once, some of his friends saw me, and those guys were drooling, and I could see the bulges in their shorts.

It's a pleasant 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 like to lie by our pool, and if I find no one around, I'll sunbathe completely naked.

I was only bumped into a few times by the boy who cleaned our pool, but I think he's used to walking among the nude sunbathers. Once 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 unpleasant. It's a perfectly healthy skin 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 don't see him until later in the afternoon.

Around noon, I put on my swimsuit and headed to the lounge chairs by our pool. It was my favorite bikini; it really accentuated my tan, and if I wore it to the club pool, those guys would definitely throw their drinks on the floor in excitement. 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 the bikini top and tossed it aside, my large breasts free. I took off my bottoms too, placing them next to the top, with a towel nearby just in case. My skin isn't unevenly colored, and most of my pubic hair has been laser-shaved clean, leaving only a narrow strip above my vulva. Even my vulva has turned bronze, but I have to be careful there.

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

I'm just enjoying the sunshine, enjoying the day, and the feeling of being naked in the outdoor sunlight is fantastic. I start to get a little excited whenever I think about my son. I haven't seen him for months; he stayed at school all summer. Fall semester has started now, and I don't know when he'll come home. I wonder how many tempting female college students he's fucked with his huge cock.

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

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

I heard someone quietly approaching, and my heart pounded with excitement. I slowed my breathing so I would appear asleep. I glanced to the side with all my might, and I saw him—my son, coming home from university to surprise me.

My body didn't move; to him, I looked like I was fast asleep. I felt him getting closer, and I could feel 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, where my feet were. I knew he wanted a better look at my genitals. He stood there watching, and I decided to take a risk, so I pretended to move in my sleep and spread my legs wider. I knew he had a clear view of my labia and clitoris now, because they were both protruding.

He took a step back, but got closer to me, as if he wanted to get a better look at my vagina. I saw him lean forward, his face about eight inches from my crotch. I heard and felt him inhale, trying to figure out what I smelled like, because he was inhaling my scent. What would I be like now if my vagina hadn't been wet? I wondered if he could see my nipples hardening.

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. 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 then went to the kitchen. I started taking out some sandwich ingredients to prepare lunch. He hadn't come into the room yet. 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. 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! This is such a surprise. Welcome home, I’ve 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 too. I told him that his mother missed him too and that I was so glad he was here. He put down his large duffel bag and said it was full of dirty clothes.

I laughed and said, “Just leave it in the laundry room, I’ll deal with it later. Billy, I was just making lunch, would you like a sandwich?”

College boys always get hungry quickly, he certainly agreed. We prepared our sandwiches and ate them on the kitchen stools. My towel had started to loosen and slipped down a bit, and I caught him peeking at my cleavage.

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

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."

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

"Great idea, Mom." With that, he crossed the hallway and headed to his room.

I grabbed a bottle of cocktail for myself and a beer for him. He was 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 area 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 through his sunglasses. I felt really sexy in this bikini; I wished I could go back to being naked.

After he finished his beer and stole a few more glances at me, he 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 of the pool closest to me, gripping the edge and looking at me. As I was enjoying the sunshine, he spoke.

He said, “Hey Mom, I’ve noticed something. You don’t have any uneven tan lines. How is that possible?”

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 to achieve?”

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 a bit, and I knew what he wanted.

I said, “Are you sure, Billy? You’d 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, you’re absolutely gorgeous. 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 my back, pulled the straps of my tank top off, and then pulled it down over my head and lay back down, my huge breasts now fully exposed to my son’s view. Undoubtedly, he was staring at me, completely motionless by the pool.

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

He swam around a few times nearby, then returned to the edge of the pool. He looked at me and said, "Mom, when I said you didn't have any uneven skin tone, I meant all over. If you leave the bikini bottoms on, won't it cause that problem?"

I said, "Yes, maybe. What should I do?"

He pretended to show concern as a son: "Well, I don't want to be the one to ruin your bronze skin plan. Just pretend I'm not here, you can take them off. You're my mom, it's no big deal."

I waited a moment, stood up, and fiddled with my bottoms, rolling them up to reveal my buttocks. I said, "Are you sure? Sons shouldn't see their mothers naked."

He laughed and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I've seen plenty of naked women before."

'Hmph!' I thought, 'That can't be true.' I turned my back to him and took off my lower garment. 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 Mom's back so she won't get sunburned."

"Sure, Mom," 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 part of my breasts, which were bulging outwards from under my body.

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

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

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

That's what they call those pretty tattoos. Does he think I'm a slut? I could be his slut. I told him not to stop and to put some oil on my butt. He rubbed my buttocks, and it felt good. Then his hands moved to my thighs, kneading the inside and outside of my thighs. His hands touched 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 saw a large bulge in his crotch. I wondered if it was painful.

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 shorts, and took them off. I tried my best not to look at him. He was lying on his back, 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. Finally, I had to find a way to cool down, so I got up from the lounge chair and stretched my limbs. I knew he was watching me. 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, followed by a huge wall of water that hit me – 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; he was moving closer, and I started backing away, but he kept chasing me. He got closer and closer, close enough to grab my arm, and I screamed like a schoolgirl. He grabbed my arm, then my waist, pulling me even closer, and I laughed. A mother and son were playing in the pool, but unlike the others, we were all naked.

My son's penis got hard, and he pulled me closer to him. My back pressed against his chest, and I felt his hard penis between my buttocks. I decided to play around a bit, so I rubbed my buttocks back, pushing his penis even deeper into my crevice. Now he started teasing me, reaching out to grab 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 this range."

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

He started kneading and pulling my nipples, it felt amazing, and I really didn't want him to stop. He squeezed my large breasts, then turned me to face him, hugging 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 between our bodies, my clitoris and vulva pressed against his penis.

I looked at him and laughed, saying, "That's not fair, you grabbed my breast."

He laughed and replied, "Yes, you're right, but you like it when I do."

I smiled back, affirming his statement, rubbing my vulva against his penis, and leaning down to kiss him. This wasn't a mother-son kiss at all; my tongue slipped into his mouth, pulling him forcefully 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, so do you think I am too?"

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

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

Time seemed to freeze for a moment, and 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, then started drying him. I dried his front until I knelt in front of him, wiping his huge penis with the towel, 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, looked at him, and asked, "Can I touch it?"

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

I smiled back, reached out and gently grasped his penis in my hands; it felt heavy. I lifted it and kissed the massive glans. I kissed it again, but this time I tasted it with my tongue.

My lips again engulfed 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 arms wrapped around him, so I could push his penis as far into my mouth as possible.

I knew he'd 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 skills were 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 shot 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 remained in my mouth, my hands stroking his penis. As his ejaculation slowed, my tongue sucked even more vigorously. Finally, his penis softened, and I released it. I didn't spill a single drop of his semen, and looked up at him with a smile.

He said, "Oh! Mom, this is the best oral sex I've ever had."

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

He was completely absorbed, and I was surprised to find that he really knew what he was doing. I don't know who taught him to suck a pussy like that. He kissed my inner thighs, slowly moving to my labia, using his tongue to pry open my vulva 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 flicked lightly 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 slid off the soft 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, his tongue rapidly tapping...

I erupted in climax, my juices flowing freely and soaking his cheeks and the cushions. As he felt my spasms slow, he wisely released my clitoris, which had become too sensitive. He stood up and took a towel to wipe his face. 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 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 cock has been inside for quite a while now, hurry up and put it in, it's not just for a few seconds. Make love with me!"

He was ready, and so was I. He entered, very carefully being careful not to hurt me. He supported his weight with one hand and guided his penis with the other. His glans rubbed against my entrance, and I sighed. His need was so intense that he was trembling with excitement.

He pushed his big glans into my vagina, and my vagina was slowly stretched open. His penis was big and hot. He thrust in forcefully, and my passage gradually opened 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 enjoy this feeling forever.

After several thrusts and withdrawals, his entire penis was finally inside my vagina. It was a perfect combination. I lifted my lips and kissed him.

The feeling of my son's huge 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 pull my hips towards him. He adjusted his body angle, trying to insert his penis deeper into my body, each time his penis always went all the way in.

He started to speed up, and I felt him drowning in his desire. Suddenly, something I hadn't considered before flashed into my mind. His father had had a vasectomy years ago, so I stopped taking birth control pills. Billy wasn't wearing a condom, and I wasn't protecting myself. I hadn't thought that while the timing wasn't the problem, it was still dangerous, and pregnancy would be hard to explain. The feeling of his huge 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 me. I want to feel it. Go ahead and ejaculate!"

The feeling of a man ejaculating inside a woman without her consent is indescribable. His penis grew thicker without him even realizing it. He stopped thrusting, and I felt it spasm.

He climaxed! Wave after wave of semen and spurts poured deep into his mother's vagina. This was his second major ejaculation, but it seemed he managed to find even more. His penis was deeply embedded in my cervix. He knew where his semen went; didn't he remember his father having a vasectomy years ago because his mother refused to take birth control pills and had no protection?

I didn't ask him to pull out; my whole body convulsed with my own orgasm. His penis was so big, my vagina made a gurgling sound as I squeezed it 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 effects of our orgasms subsided, he rested his head on my breast, thanking fate for 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 much."

"Shh...that's good. I've always wanted that for you, 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 entwined, lost in our passion.

Suddenly, there was a sound from inside, the door opened and closed, someone called my name. It was my husband—his father had come home after a day of golfing. He could walk into the kitchen at any time now, and if he looked up, he would see us—his wife and his son, lying 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" and swam underwater back to the side of the pool closest to the kitchen door.

After surfacing, we tried our best to hide the fact that we were naked by the poolside. As long as his father didn't notice our swimsuits on the lounge chair or walk to the pool, we would 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's going to 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 inside, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. We waited until we both knew he had gone into the bathroom. We embraced and walked along the poolside to the steps, quietly leaving the pool and tiptoeing to where our things were. We each grabbed a towel and wrapped it around ourselves; I grabbed our swimsuits and headed towards 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 had been playing golf and had drunk too much; he was exhausted. After I felt he was asleep, I sneaked into Billy's room, and we made love carefully and sweetly once more. We even managed to do it again on a Sunday before he left home to go back to school, and now that we've started, I don't know how we can stop.

For the rest of the school year, Billy came home far more often than in any other year, and I also made time 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-bedroom apartment not far from our house, and I, of course, helped decorate it and spent a lot of time there.

I'm not pregnant, and I bought a uterine cap. Sometimes I forget to put it in, and maybe I really do want to be pregnant with his child. Someday he'll find the right girl and settle down, but not yet.

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