Eros (Original) Ch. 1 (Patreon)

Chapter One: Taming Mother

Victoria couldn’t explain how things got so bad.  She had three children and three stepchildren, and of them only one had graduated college.  That was her youngest stepson, James.  Her oldest daughter, Julie, had managed to enroll and was doing well.  Everyone had high hopes for her.

With two success stories in a row, it gave her similar high hopes for her baby boy, Jack.  He was too hard-headed though, and he didn’t listen to anyone.  She tried screaming, hoping he would hear that, but he never did.  He only had interest in his own ideas and arguing with him just left her frustrated.

For the past few years, they spent all their time together arguing.  Many harsh words were uttered in that time, most of them by her.  She wasn’t ashamed though.  She meant every insult and slander.  If she were ashamed of anything, it would be him.

It was a mother’s job to nurture and bring up healthy adults.  Every time she saw Jack, she saw wasted potential.  There was nothing but what could have been, not what did become.  Intelligence, creativity, charisma, all wasted on a boy who spent his time hiding out in his room, playing with himself.

He tried to hide it from his family, and he failed miserably at it.  For a short period, she did his laundry.  She could smell that musky scent on it, and she knew it well enough.  She also knew that was why he took over his own laundry again.  He wasn’t even brave enough to be open about it.

Those were her thoughts on the way home from work.  Victoria, during the day, worked as a manager at a local grocery store.  She went to work early every morning and came home late every afternoon.  The job exhausted her, but she had too many mouths to feed to go unemployed.

She often thought about her son on the long drive home from work.  She thought about what a loser he was, or what a pervert he was, or how handsome he was when he smiled…

She shook her head to clear it.  Thoughts like that were new.  They started popping up months before, seemingly out of nowhere.  They had grown more intense after that day she found those semen-stained boxers.  The smell of them was so intense, so memorable, that she could almost catch a phantom trace of it by simply imagining.

Sometimes she went into his room when he was taking showers.  When she did, she just sat in there, smelling deeply of his musk.  His room smelled thickly of his own lust.  She knew that.  She was disgusted by it, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

She shook her head again.  Things had been strange with Jack, and the change didn’t suit her.  Recently she even started doing him favors for nothing else than to see him smile.  After each one she asked herself why.  Her son was a failure and didn’t deserve such kindness.

She knew that wasn’t a motherly thought, but she didn’t care anymore.  To her Jack was nothing but a financial leech on her family, and she refused to allow it to continue.

Jack’s family was big, and his parents didn’t have much education.  To afford their house and their lifestyle, Jack’s father had to take a job requiring heavy travel out of town.  Every week he travelled hours away and stayed in an apartment provided for him and was only home on the weekend.

Jessica, Jack’s youngest sister, had decided to spend a bit more time with her father and left that Sunday with him.  That meant Jack had the house to himself during the day, which suited him just fine.  His new cock felt tight in his pants, and he was happy to give it some air whenever he could.

He woke up at nearly noon that Monday.  After dropping out Jack had started sleeping in and staying up later.  Without plans or priorities, he had no reason to develop any sort of set schedule.

His cock was achingly hard and pressed against his chest when he sat up.  Jack regarded it warily.  Having such a big, sensitive cock was a mixed blessing.  Though his orgasms felt indescribably good, he couldn’t ignore how much of his time was spent on reaching those climaxes.

Grasping it with both hands, he sighed and went to work.  Nearly thirty minutes later he came.  Thick streams of semen shot across his bed and body.  He fell back, winded, and took time to recollect himself.  The sperm congealed on his slender chest before he sat up again.  Looking down he felt disgusted.

Jack’s house was a long rectangle.  The front door led to an open living room, kitchen, and dining area, with a sliding glass door to the backyard that was nearly directly parallel.  This was the nexus of the house.  The laundry room and pantry were back behind the kitchen, while the master bedroom and his parent’s office were located in the living room.  The hallway that led to his room, Julie’s room, Jessica’s room, and what was now a weight room with a bed in it, opened in the dining room.

Both ends of the house had bathrooms.  The master bathroom had an enormous bathtub in it, along with a walk-in closet and a private toilet room.  The other bathroom was right across from Jack’s room and was shared by all the children.

Since Jack was home alone, he saw no reason to dress.  He walked across the hall completely in the buff, with his used cock slapping against his scrawny thighs with each step.

In the bathroom he showered.  While he washed his cock came back to life and forced him into another long masturbation sessions that left him with cold water and another mess to clean up.

Jack was careful to clean his mess thoroughly in the shared bathroom.  Whatever was going on with him, he didn’t want to be careless and cause his sister to lust after him.  Once all of his sperm was cleared away, he sprayed air freshener and stepped out into the hall.

Rather than return to his room, he started toward the kitchen in the nude.  Twice already that morning had left him hungry.  From his estimation he had at least an hour before his mother got home and so decided to eat before forcing his sizable manhood into some pants.  He wore the towel around his shoulders to catch the water from his wet hair.

That day on the way home Victoria did something very out of character: she brought her son home supper.  It wasn’t something on the way home, either.  She took off work early so she could swing by his favorite restaurant and surprise him with the meal.

The thought of his smile made her giddy.  It made her feel young again whenever he smiled.  It made him more than the resented child.  It made him handsome, charming, almost divine.

She never let her thoughts stay in this happy place for long.  No matter how precious his smile or his dimples were, Victoria couldn’t help but be disappointed in him.  Even if she wanted to forgive him for his failures—which she didn’t—she wouldn’t allow it.  Her kindness stemmed from their blood ties and nothing else.

She pulled into her driveway and found herself home early.  She got out, grabbed, the food, and locked the doors manually.  Then, as quietly as she could, she snuck up the stairs to the front door and turned the knob slowly.

She couldn’t wait to see her son’s face.  Her heart was pounding at the thought of it.  His joy, his approval, brought a warm spot to her chest that spread throughout her.  She more than wanted to make him happy.  Somehow, she felt as if she needed to.

Balancing the food in one hand, she slipped through the door silently and closed it behind her.

“…Mom?”

She smiled and looked up.  Then her face faulted.  The warmth inside of her intensified.  Her hand gave and the food went tumbling to the floor, exploding in a mess.  “”J-J…Jesus Christ…”

They stood staring at each other.  Jack was naked and holding a biscuit in his mouth.  Droplets of water clung to his body in some places.  Specifically, one ran down the astounding length of his cock and fell to the floor.  Victoria, who followed the journey of his brave little droplet, blushed scarlet.

Jack looked at the clock on the wall.  Even with her being home early, it was later than he thought.  It was nearly three in the afternoon, and it turned out he had spent the entire day jacking off.  He looked back to his mother, who continued to stare in awe.

She couldn’t tear her gaze away.  Her youngest son’s body was unlike any other.  He was gracefully slender and with his long hair was almost feminine.  Yet hanging between his legs was the largest, most beautiful penis she had ever seen in her life.  Limp it was over twice as long and thick as her husband’s.

With some effort she managed to look up into his eyes and quickly decided that was a bad idea.  Ever since his childhood Jack’s eyes had been beautiful.  They were always dark and entrancing, and they had only grown more beautiful.  They were deep, dark pools that held the entirety of the cosmos within them.  Stars sparkled within them, stealing her focus, robbing her of inhibitions.

Jack was similarly held in thrall.  Looking into his mother’s eyes filled him with a strange feeling.  He felt invigorated and empowered.  Something shimmered within her gaze, something bright and beautiful.  The air in the living room shifted then, growing warmer and thicker.  Jack felt tight in his crotch, looked down, and watched as his cock slowly pulsated to life.

Victoria brought her hands up and gasped but otherwise remained stationary.  Jack swelled, extending and hardening in the process.  No penis, not even her ex-husband’s, could compete with Jack’s size.  It was almost alive and separate from him.  She could feel it pulsing from across the room.  Together, with her son’s beauty, it was perfection.

Now fully erect, Jack looked back at his mother, and he saw her for the first time.  She was more than just his mother; she was a woman, and a beautiful one at that.  While they shared many traits, such as their long, thick brown hair, dark eyes, and tan skin, they were also different.  Aside from their gender differences, Victoria had full lips, long legs, and a very tight, athletic body.

She also had a rack to die for.  It was disproportionately large, filling out a D-cup bra at least, and was the only fat Jack could see on her body.  On her slender, five-foot-four frame they were disproportionate and attention grabbing.  Thinking on it, Jack had never seen them in all his years, though in his adolescence had been quite taken with the allure of them.

Victoria never flaunted her chest though.  She dressed conservatively, almost to the point of being masculine.  Make-up wasn’t her thing, nor were dresses.  She favored jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers as opposed to glitz and fashion.  When she did dress-up, she only gave light glimpses of her cleavage.  If she was anything, Jack’s mother was a tease, not a tramp.

Looking at her in the new light gave Jack strange thoughts.  He eyed her and ached for contact.  Masturbation wouldn’t even be enough this time.  He needed something more, something different, and he knew who he needed it from.

What Jack felt was beyond arousal.  It was even beyond lust.  He wanted more than sex or love.  He wanted to use her, and he wanted her to be used.  He wanted her to be the one who loved and lusted, and he wanted her to worship like some sort of god.  The very thought of it made his balls churn.

He tried to pull away, to free himself from this craze, but couldn’t.  They made eye contact again.  His mother looked bewildered, embarrassed, and aroused.  All of time stopped around them.  The tension in the air grew thicker, tighter, threatening to crush them both, and then it simply went away.

His mother visibly relaxed and smiled at him.  Jack’s anxieties, lusts, were eased a bit.  He smiled back and then sauntered toward her without shame or fear.  They maintained eye contact up until his cock pressed against her belly.  Then she took the time out to glance down before looking back up at him again in simple-minded confusion.

“Touch it,” Jack whispered.

She bit her lip and did so.  Without looking down she wrapped her strong fingers around his grotesquely thick member.  He was hotter and harder than she thought was possible.  She loved it.

He stepped in closer, wedging his cock between them.  Their faces were nearly touching.  He stopped only centimeters from her lips.  Her heart was beating so hard that he could feel it.  She wanted it, wanted him, but it wasn’t his job to kiss her.

She understood and reached out with her free hand to pull him in.  Their first kiss was all fire and passion.  She lost herself to his lips and started stroking rapidly in her growing want.

They broke the kiss and he leaned into her, panting and gasping.  She loved the sound of it.  His breathes told her how much he loved her hand and how good she was being to him.

Flushed and dazed, she stared off into space while stroking him with both hands.  “I…We shouldn’t…”  Her voice was high, pleading.  Never in her life had she felt so feminine than with her hands gliding along her son’s thick shaft.  She looked down in disbelief at his proportions.

“It’s fine,” he whispered.  He marveled at the change in her.  Normally she was hateful and self-centered.  The only time she showed interest in him was to berate him.  Having her pleasure him so quietly, so devotedly, was a stark and erotic change.

He watched her face.  Her lips twisted, struggling to form words, but she said nothing.  All she did was stare at and stroke his cock in amazement.  At times she seemed confused.  Other times she seemed overjoyed, but she never stopped.  It was like she was compelled to pleasure him.

Pre-cum oozed out of his cock and ran down her hands.  It smeared along his shaft as she moved, making him gleam.  The heat of it seeped into her skin, made her even hornier.  She doubled her efforts and threw herself into his pleasure.

She looked up from his cock and into his eyes again.  They stared at each other with their faces only inches apart.  In that moment his gaze was heavy and too much for her to hold.  It crushed her, and she fell into him, becoming his.

Together they felt everything.  They felt him throb.  They felt the pleasure of his normally domineering mother being so subservient and lewd.  They felt the coming of his orgasm which threads to wash them both away.  She swam in his pleasure even as she gave it to him.

She fell into him, panting just as he was.  His flesh was hot and soft, and his smell was perfect.  He invaded her senses on all levels, infusing her with even greater want.  She fed on his presence and then hungered for it.

Jack held her tight and humped her tireless hands.  Their pleasure was disorganized, spilling out around them. Jack felt powerful, in control, while his mother felt like an empty vessel, existing only for his rapture.  Jack’s knees grew weak and he fell back into the wall.  He whimpered.

Hearing that put a thought into Victoria’s head: Jack was in pain.  His giant erection was tense and aching, and the only way to spare him this suffering was to release the tension.  As his mother it was her duty to alleviate him of such affliction, and so she shouldn’t feel guilt for what they were doing.  She should feel proud of herself for being such a loving, nurturing mother.

Her hands were a wonderful whirlwind.  She whipped them along his cock like a professional, and as she did her breasts jostled and swayed beneath her uniform.  Jack watched them move hypnotically.  His cock head was high on her, and the tip was pummeled by her bouncing flesh.  It felt strange but delightful.

After only fifteen minutes together Jack quickened.  This came as a surprise since he had never achieved climax so quickly since being blessed with his new manhood.  It had never felt so intense, either.  It was like his entire body was now a cock.  His balls swelled, loaded with the heaviest, thickest load of his life.  All over, he stiffened as the pleasure of orgasm took hold.

That is when Victoria had the shock of her life.  She was used to her husband’s pathetic orgasms.  What Jack was capable of was beyond that, beyond human even.  The first time she saw him cum she didn’t believe it.  His first shot was so thick and ample that she thought it was an illusion.  Then it splattered across her shirt, soaked the bottom of her breasts, and shot up into the valley of her cleavage.  Some even hit her chin.  That is when she knew it was real.

For a brief moment she thought his orgasm had shot in one huge load.  She reeled back to gaze at his work well done but kept jerking his cock on instinct.  When a second ribbon of cum fired she realized how wrong she was.  The hot sperm hit her across the stomach and breasts this time.  The warmth of it spread through her sensitive body and brought an orgasm to her.

His cock leapt in her hands while she moaned out in pleasure.  A third string shot up into the air, arched, and then fell down onto her full breasts.  Her shirt was soaked and clung tightly to her figure.  The outline of both her bra and her small but hard nipples were visible through the damp fabric.  Another orgasm hit her and after that it was all a blur.

He kept coming, over and over, like a tsunami of sperm.  It lasted for nearly a minute before it finally ended with one final flood of sperm oozing down her arm.  She kept stroking him while sitting through her third orgasm.  Each had been more powerful than the last, and all were world-class.  She was completely out of touch with reality.

Jack staggered back, out of reach from her, and slumped against the wall.  His wet cock slapped against his legs.  Sperm fell in long strings to the carpet.  Jack hardly noticed though.  His gaze was stuck on his mother, who was drench in his essence.  Her wet clothes were tight to the curves of her body.  Her right arm was dripping with post-orgasm cum.  It slid down to her elbow and then fell off in large droplets.

Though he was breathless, Jack felt great.  The moment with his mother, the pleasure they both felt, was branded on his very being.  It awoke something old, something buried.  The orgasm had been cathartic and cleansed his soul.

Victoria stood silently.  She couldn’t comprehend her son’s orgasm, and she couldn’t comprehend the pleasure it somehow brought her.  Lost somewhere between confusion and arousal, she ached with want and needed and felt jittery.  It was like smoking before she quit.  Even though the orgasms were fresh she wanted more.

The heat of her son’s sperm made it worse.  It had been like a hot shower: relaxing and revitalizing all at once.  Soaking in it made her feel hot and sensitive all over.  Everything his sperm touched screamed out in overwhelming pleasure.

His scent was all around her, too.  While she stroked him she could smell him, but being covered in his sperm meant she was breathing him.  It was full of musk, pheromones, and elicited a very un-motherly response in her.  She wanted more than to love him.  She actually wanted him to get another erection.  More precisely, she wanted to relieve him again.

This reaction was understandable.  Before that moment Victoria had only experienced an orgasm once.  It was with her ex-husband, who was much better endowed than Jack’s father but nothing compared to Jack.  Somehow, simply giving Jack a hand-job had given her three orgasms in a row and alone each was more powerful than the first of her life.

The pleasure Jack gave her was so intense that it made her question the validity of her first orgasm.  After some contemplation she decided that the first orgasm of her life was no orgasm at all.  It was simply pleasure, but no real pleasure either.  Jack gave her real pleasure.  He gave her more than that, really.  He gave her the very essence and fiber of pleasure.

She stared reverently at Jack, her son, and his big, amazing cock.  Together they were an amazing sight.  Both were so beautiful, so alluring, and each in their own way.  They fueled her with pure lust.  She lost herself in their perfection.

She took a deep breath to try and collect her thoughts.  His scent made her addled mind worse.  “I…I’ve never…”  She left it at that.  Words seemed inadequate.

Jack smiled and laughed.  “Yeah, I know what you mean.  Truth be told, I knew I came a lot, but I didn’t know I had that in me.”  He ran his gaze down her full chest and tight body.  “It isn’t that surprising though, considering the beauty of my helping hands.”

Victoria smiled and blushed.  “Thank you,” she murmured quietly.  Speaking felt out of place in that moment. To her Jack seemed somehow divine, worthy of worship.

It was odd to see his mother so quiet and submissive.  Being the cause of that change was a thrill for Jack and, despite his powerful orgasm only minutes before, had him rising to the occasion.  Before long his cock swelled, and stretched, and hardened into life

Both mother and son looked at his endowment in surprise.  Victoria goggled at it in awe.  “Again,” she said in a moony voice.  She had never been so happy in her life, and Jack decided that he liked the look on her.

“I think I can go again if you’re up for it.”

Victoria was momentarily caught in a daze.  Her head felt light and sight seems illusory.  She didn’t feel like she could trust the image in front of her.  Her youngest son, her baby boy, was leaning against the wall and sporting the biggest hard-on she had ever seen. His skin seemed to glow and his eyes sparkled.

She stopped thinking about him as her son.  She thought of him as a man, a glorious man, blessed with a magnificent cock.  Then she started hungering for him.  She hungered for his pleasure, his flesh, and his cum, and there he was offering it to her free of charge.

She nodded slowly and seductively, accepting his offer.

Jack took her by the hand and led her over to the couch.  She followed while staring at his cock sway back and forth like a swollen pendulum of flesh.  His sperm was still on her skin.  Its heat was dimming.  It had fled into her skin, where it made roost and spread. Never in her forty years of life or twenty-five years of marriage had she felt so horny.

“Let’s get a bit more comfortable,” Jack said.  He seated himself on the couch, in the seat she normally occupied.  There he stretched out his legs, spreading them wide for her.

Victoria stood there, gazing at him like a wide-eyed child.  She had a big, placid smile spread across her face.  It was the only time that Jack could remember seeing her smile, and he decided it looked good on her.  His mother was pretty even when she scowled, but she was stunning when she smiled.

“Okay, now if you would, kneel between my legs, mother.”

She did as told, taking her place between his legs. The smell of his crotch was stronger here, more concentrated.  If she hadn’t already suffocated on his musk it would have been cloying.  In her sex drunken state she merely enjoyed it.

Jack threw his towel at her.  “If you could, please wipe my cock.  It think it’s got some cum on it.”

She took the towel and nodded.  Being on her knees felt natural on a primal level and being between his legs made her feel caged in.  She loved it.  There was security in having his presence surrounding her.  It gave her a chance to relax and forget the world.  No threat could penetrate that moment.  She was safe there and could focus all of her attention on his big, beautiful cock.

From her angle she could see his cock in more detail.  His balls were huge and hung over the edge of the couch.  They met the base of his crotch in a dark puff of pubic hair, from which his enormous shaft jutted out.  His skin there was darker in hue than anywhere else on his body, save for the head with was a blazing red.

Slowly, as if in a trance, she wrapped the towel around his hard flesh and started cleaning.  Though they had hardly been apart it felt like homecoming holding him again.  Heat seeped through the fabric of the towel and warmed her palms.  Her fingers tingled and then her arms did, too.  She was gentle and methodical, cleaning her cock thoroughly before she could make a mess of it again.

When she was finished she threw the towel to the side and marveled at him.  His size, his scent, his heat were all perfect.  She grabbed him cautiously at first and only with her right hand.  When he didn’t reprimand her she smiled and grabbed him with her free hand.

Though Victoria was certain that it must ache to have his cock so stiff, she still thought Jack was lucky to have the cock he did.  Not only was it so exceptionally proportioned, it was also harder and hot.  In fact, the heat it gave off was greater than normal and seemed to spread through her.  It sunk into her bones and into her mind, and as heat rises so did she, into a higher plain of existence and pleasure.  Holding his cock contented her and completed her.  It made her feel alive.

She whipped her hands along him, determined to make him cum again.  She wanted more than simple pleasure.  She wanted to reward him for his perfection, and she wanted to love him because he deserved it.

“Yeah, that’s good,” Jack said while he rested back on the couch.  His body was limp, save for his huge cock.  That was terribly hard but was in good hands with his mother.  She seemed to love pleasuring him and took it to a level of exaltation.

This change in his mother, while strange, was also delightful.  Having her at his command made him feel empowered, and pleasing her by simply existing made him feel loved.  It inflated his ego and made him feel as if he weren’t simply in the living room, but on a throne in the sun, above the whims of mere mortals.

Of course his body still experienced earthly pleasure, but his mother felt it as well.  Stroking him brought her pleasure in a literal sense.  Her body tingled all over and the heat of her flesh flooded her crotch.  Somehow their pleasures seemed to combine.  It was more than empathy.  It was synchronization.  He felt so much that it seemed to overflow into her.

Before long she was quaking with him.  She knew it was impossible to literally feel sensations through a person in such a way, but she couldn’t explain it any other way.  What her son felt she felt.  What her son wanted she wanted.  Whatever he desired in that moment she would do.  Only he could command such loyalty from her.

She widened the arch of her hands, running them from tip to base.  As she did, she drew closer, to where her nose was up against his cock.  His heat suffused her face and his smell filled her head.  It was so long that his pubic hairs seemed miles away.  The size would have been comical if it weren’t so enthralling.

Her face pressed against his cock and panting like a dog, she looked up into Jack’s face.  Her gaze was loving and intoxicated.  One of her hands stroked the base while the other rubbed the oozing crown.  Her hot breathe made his cock twitch.

Jack, who had been wincing in pleasure, opened his eyes and gaze down at his mother.  She had slowed her effort, taken to dedicated worship.  It felt like a torture but he was grateful for it.

He reached out and caressed her hair as if she were a pet.  In a way, she was the perfect bitch for him.  All she needed was someone to take control, teach her new tricks.  She nuzzled his cock lovingly.

“Mother…Kiss it.  Kiss my cock.”

She smiled.  “Sure,” she said, and she lifted herself up to the tip.  Angling it toward her, she puckered her lips and pressed a lingering kiss on the crown.  Jack watched in awe.  The transformation of his mother was made stark then.  She wasn’t the strong, feisty woman from before.  She had become dedicated and loving, if lewd.  He didn’t mind.  He would gladly take a the cock hungry whore over the hateful bitch she was.

In that moment, with her lips pressed firmly against his slimy cock head, Victoria changed.  No matter how she would fight later or what she did, she was branded.  His heat scalded her and marked her.  Whatever else she was in life, a mother, a manager, a wife, she was in that moment her son’s slut.

The change was subtle but meaningful, and while Jack couldn’t explain why, it left him reeling.  In the matter of a kiss she was a completely different woman.  The way she moved, the way she smiled, and the way she stroked were different.  On the outside she appeared the same, but somehow Jack had changed her inside.  The old her was hollowed out to make room for the new her, to make room for a submission to desire.

“Lick me, mother.  Lick my cock.”

Victoria didn’t stop to consider it.  She spread her lips and let her tongue swirl around the red crown.  His taste was divine, beyond expectation.  It was as if everything that was Jack, his beauty, his scent, his warmth, were concentrated.

She was thorough, coating his swollen red tip with a liberal amount of saliva.  After that she moved downward, continuing her efforts along the rest of him.  She kissed and licked her way down to the base of his cock and buried her nose into his pubic hair.  Breathing deeply of him, she got drunker on his presence.  Her nipples ached in the confines of her bra.

She licked at his hair and the base of his shaft.  Then, salivating like an animal in heat, she went lower on him, to his huge, hanging testicles.  Their enormous size and perfect shape delighted her, and their smell entranced her.  Inside they held another hot batch of cum.  She knew it, and she wanted it.

Jack watched his mother contain her excitement.  She took a deep breath while staring at his balls, composed herself, and then planted a kiss on each testicle.  The kisses were like the one she placed on his cock head.  It was a sign of devotion and love.  It was also submission.

She held her kiss on his right testicle and looked up.  From that angle his thick shaft partially obscured her vision.  With one eye all she could see was his cock.  With the other she was able to gaze longingly into his face and into the cosmos within his eyes.  He smiled at her, and she smiled back.  Then she sucked him into her mouth.

The size of that single testicle was enough to fill her mouth, but Victoria didn’t mind.  His sensitive flesh tasted more strongly down there, and the smell of him was thickest.  On all sides it surrounded her, trapping her in that moment, in her worship, and she had no mind for anything else.

Jack squirmed as she slobbered on his balls. He spread his legs wider and held his cock to the side when she switched to the other, and he watched her dedicated service.  They maintained a steady gaze, and he could see the twinkle in her eyes.  She was being naughty, and she was loving it.

“Oh, mom, your mouth is so hot…”

He cupped her head and pulled her into his crotch.  Victoria mewled like a kitten and kept sucking.  She massaged his balls with her tongue, running it along each one, cleaning them from whatever spunk may have escaped the towel and her hands.  When she was done she licked her way back up to the tip.

She could feel him swelling.  It was more than a physical reaction, but it was in her heart that she knew.  A trigger went off, warning her of his impending orgasm, and it made her move to contain it.  She licked her way past an over flow of pre-cum, collecting a full meal in the process.

Jack produced an inordinate amount of sperm.  He couldn’t control it.  His new cock and new balls were capable of firing off a nearly bottomless supply.  Victoria, to his surprise, was busy eating all she could of his pre-game warm up.  Whatever oozed from the tip she was on, swallowing it down like a girl at spring break.

She grasped him with both hands and started massaging him with long, passionate strokes.  As she did, she kissed and licked at the head and moaned passionately.  “Cum for me, baby.  Cum for me.  Cum on me.  Cum in me.  In my mouth.”

Jack was so swollen that it hurt.  Her tongue and hands became a punishment that only made it worse.  All the pleasure she gave him was too much.  He could hardly handle it, and yet he still wasn’t there yet.  His orgasm was in the distance.

She felt it, too, the invisible barrier that kept her son from experience true pleasure.  The problem was that she didn’t know how to get past it.  For her part, she was already climaxing.  Licking up his sticky essence gave her small but satisfying orgasms as a reward and prompted her to keep eating.

“Oh, god.  Mom, you’re so hot.  Your mouth, your body...Please, please, you’ve got to suck my cock.  You’ve got to!”

Victoria had been complimented by many men throughout her life.  None made her feel so proud as when Jack spoke her praise.  Smiling at him, cock in her hands, cum smeared on her face, she said, “If you insist,” and dove on him.

Her lips and jaws stretched around him.  He was much larger than her husband, measuring at least twice as long and nearly three times as thick.  Sucking on him had been nothing.  Sucking on Jack was both the challenge and the reward.

She struggled with him, choked on him, but never gave up.  His size made it difficult for her to give a proper blow job, but she was not the type of person to leave a job undone.  She wiggled her tongue was best she could, tracing the shape of him in her mouth.  Her goal was to stroke and tease a thick load straight from his cock and directly into her mouth.

Images of his orgasm flooded her mind.  She could almost see him straining and gasping.  His cock swelled, nearly breaking her jaw.  It was so big, so godlike, and when he came it was in streams.  Gallons of cum came rushing out, drowning her…Victoria loved the idea and felt that if she were to die that way then it would be a happy death.

When Jack did climax, it was like a dream come true.  He writhed in her hands and let out a sharp, almost feminine wail.  Then, his body straining and his cock flailing, he erupted.  The entire time Victoria could feel the tension in the air.  The energy caught and swelled taught like a bent water hose.  Then it shattered, releasing wave after wave of pleasure.

Up to that point Jack had experienced many times of pleasure.  He had normal pleasure, like a good movie or a family reunion.  Then he had personal pleasures, like orgasms.  Then he had his new pleasures, like the pleasure of stroking his new cock or the enhanced orgasms he experienced. Compared to this orgasm, all of those past pleasures were nothing.

The real world became an illusion as Jack found true and honest rapture.  His body melted away, taking on a life of his own, while his mind rode out waves of orgasmic bliss.

Victoria held onto him while he bucked into her mouth.  She held his cock firmly, never letting go.  Sperm shot through his cock, filling her mouth.  By the second shot she was choking and had to pull free.  Thick strings of cum ran from her mouth to his dick.  It kept pulsing, kept firing into her face and onto her breasts, and throughout she held on.

She swallowed what had gotten into her mouth.  Though she knew he came like a stallion, she still hadn’t expected so much.  She also hadn’t expected the orgasm that came with it.  It blanked her mind and made her forget everything.  She became a slave running on primal instinct, stroking him as an automatic response rather than a conscious behavior.

When they came back down Victoria looked like a melted snowman.  Every part of her was covered in sperm, as was the area surrounding her.  He was still leaking more, and she was still stroking him.  Now her efforts were slow and loving though.

She smiled lazily at his cock.  “You cum so much…”

Jack was breathless and exhausted.  He felt stretched too thin, as if he had nothing left to give.  It almost felt like he had lost himself somewhere in that mess.

With effort he managed to stand.  He cast his mother an apologetic glance and then left the room without a word.

Victoria was broken and stripped of all thought, but she felt better for it.  It was her second string of orgasms for that day and, if given the chance, she would have repeated it a third time.  That was her way of loving her son, by being his cum dumpster.

She looked down at the mess he left her in and giggled girlishly.  Sperm was everywhere.  It soaked into her uniform on all levels, even into her pussy, but she didn’t mind.  She actually enjoyed the gooey feel of his cum in her clothes.

She cupped her breasts, which were more sensitive than ever before, and mauled them openly.  Her left hand strayed, finding its way into her pants and beneath her panties.  She slid sperm covered fingers into her hot pussy and started rubbing furiously.  She kept doing this until his sperm was cold.

Though the texture of his sperm was wonderful, it lifeless when cold.  She scooped some up, ate it, and enjoyed it, but still decided it wasn’t right.

“Guess I should clean up,” she muttered to the silence.  Using the couch, she lifted herself up and staggered wetly to the master bath.  On the way she left big, spermy footprints in the carpet and on the bathroom tiles.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror.  Their bathroom was immaculately white, and there she stood in it, covered in sticky filth.  She undid her pants and slid them down.  Her pussy was scalding hot.  She ran a finger along her dripping slit.

“He would drown me from the inside…”

She shook her head.  Being out of the living room cleared her thoughts a bit.  While still aroused, she also started feeling off.  She nearly tore her clothes off and leapt into the shower to wash the signs of her sin away.

Jack’s sperm was clingy and wouldn’t let go without a fight.  She had to scrub it out, and then spent extra time scrubbing for the sake of her own conscious.  The more sperm she washed away the clearer her mind became.

What worried her most was the way her mind seemed to betray her.  She knew what she did was wrong, but part of her wanted to rationalize it.  Sex with her husband had never been great.  He wasn’t large enough, he didn’t arouse her.  Jack did, and so it was expected that this would happen.

She wouldn’t allow it though.  By the time she stepped out of the shower she was resolute in her condemnation of the day’s events.  Never would she succumb to such lust, and never would she take advantage of her lost lamb of a son again.

Throwing a dark robe on and putting a towel in her hair, she set about disposing of her ruined work uniform and cleaning the mess she made.  Everything smelled of sex and need.  It filled her with strange feelings and made her knees weak.  She wanted to masturbate in his sperm, cold as it was, but she fought the urge and felt better for it.

“Never again,” she said while scrubbing the carpet.  She opened the windows and let the warm summer breeze carry away the smell.  Then she went into the bedroom and dressed, because being out in the living room wearing nothing but her robe was begging for trouble.

“Never again,” she told herself.  She refused to ever take advantage of her son, no matter how big or hard his beautiful cock got.

What she didn’t think about was the possibility of him coming and taking advantage of her.