Introduction:
I was married by the time I was seventeen and was probably the most na? girl on earth. I don’t know that I was even sure of what exactly was going to take place on my honeymoon night. Oh I had dated many many boys, but my first love was dancing with them and the last thing on my mind was getting in the back seat of a Ford and letting some boy put a disgusting penis inside my body. When I got into bed with my new husband and he began kissing me then feeling my breast, I was getting a twitch between my legs that I had never experienced before. Soon he had one of my breast in his mouth and was expertly running his tongue around my nipple as he continued to play with the other one with his fingers. I thought I’d go crazy I felt so hot. As he sucked first one then the other breast, he moved his hand to my throbbing cunt.
Gently rubbing it at first and then running his finger up to my clitoris, I knew I had to have something done for me or I was going to scream. He slipped down his boxer shorts and I caught a glimpse of what I thought was a large dick. He took it in his hand and placed it squarely against the entrance to my pussy. I was not the first virgin he had ever deflowered. He parted the lips with his fingers allowing the head to enter. At this point I was really scared of that thing in me, but he moved it up to my clit and massaged it around until I wanted him to stick it in me now matter how much it hurt. He put it back into position and gave a thrust that caused my cherry to give up the gate. He thrust it deep into me and I began to like the feeling of that what I now know was just an average dick. The pain quickly became
unnoticeable as he stroked in an out of my now wet vagina. I didn’t get to orgasm because he was overly excited too and didn’t last long. I felt his cum gushing into me getting me pregnant on our first time. Nine months later I, just barely eighteen, produced a son and we turned out to be buddies sort of growing up and learning things together.
My husband was a spree drinker who often became violent and abusive when on a binge, and later in our marriage, he had mistress after mistress. He hunted, fished and threw away resources, causing me to have to work like a Trojan to keep things afloat. When
he wasn’t drunk he kept me sexually fulfilled and, after time passed, I overcame my Puritan view of sex, becoming skilled in the use of my womanhood. I loved giving him good head and would let him cum down my throat if he wanted. I could easily take all of his dick into my mouth and had a special tongue technique which would drive him insane.
Anytime I was too tired to have him pounding on me I used this method to get him off and drain his testicles so that he wouldn’t bother me anymore that night. My women friends sometimes mischievously talked about their husbands and I realized that many of these men had bigger Johnsons than my man. More than that, he gained weight and was at times morbidly obese. That made his penis disappear into his fat and made him even less than average.
I worked at a very public office where men of all ages and many who were power brokers in our community were in frequent contact with me and relied on my secretarial skills. I was a very pretty woman so it goes without saying that passes were made at me many times. I rejected all of them tactfully enough to keep the friendship of the man who made the illicit approach. Most of them were married to women I personally knew and I wasn’t about to have sex with a friend’s husband. This was not to say that I would like to have seen one or two Johnsons the wives had told me about and I had fantasized about what it would feel like to have such a thing inside my cavern of pleasure.
One of the wives told me her husband could put his all the way to her womb entrance and put babies there almost any time she was really fertile. Little did I know that my own son had an organ that size and that one day he would put it inside his Mother. His Dad had told me that Billy was well endowed, but I thought he meant seven inches or something like that.
I turned 37 when Billy went off to college and, although he came home pretty often for weekends, those times were brief and he had so many things to do with his friends that his Dad and I hardly got to spend any time with him. Spring break came around and that turned into something of a totally different story.
By this time my husband, along with his drinking and philandering, had begun to abuse both prescription and over the counter drugs. Most of the time he couldn’t get it up and joked that he had gotten so much with “half a hard” that he could push a lawn mower with a rope. When he said this, I could have remarked that he might be getting some with that “half hard”, but I sure wasn’t.
The afternoon Billy arrived his dad was off somewhere and I knew he probably wouldn’t even come home. Billy wanted to take our ski boat out to run it in for the season and we had a rule that no one should got out alone on the boat. I went along and, after fine
tuning the Ervinrude outboard, he decided to ski. The lake we used was spring fed and
I warned him that the water was ice cold, but he wanted give it a shot anyway. He got
up on the slalom ski and I pulled him for about two or three minutes when he signaled
me and let go of the rope to sink.
When I pulled the boat along side and put the ladder out, he said he was freezing and I got the beach towel to dry him off. I used the towel to sponge the water out of his trunks and got a hold of his penis while doing so. It was, of course, shriveled up from the cold but as I continued to dry him I could feel it swell just enough for me to realize how big it might really become. I could even feel it through the beach towel. I playfully removed the towel and rubbed his manhood with my fingers saying; “My little boy has really grown up!” Quick witted as Billy always was he responded; “Watch out, Mother! If you play with a big stick of dynamite, it may go off in your hand!” “If it did, I’d give it a double Karate chop”, I laughed! He grinned and we drove the boat on to the dock, trailered it, and went home for dinner.
As we grilled some hamburgers I asked Billy if he had a date for the night and he said that he did not. However I knew he was just staying with me because he wanted to protect me from his Dad coming home drunk and abusive. We sat in living room after dinner and put on some old LPs. We both liked to dance and Billy was a good partner.
The changer dropped one of our favorite Ella Fitzgerald albums and she sang “I’m in the Mood for Love”. Billy pulled me close to him and I felt his manhood rising against my lower stomach more than just a bit. I sort of pulled away but he softly sang with the music into my ear and I found myself letting him keep me close. His manliness against my body was really starting to turn me on. He instinctively knew he was having an effect and began gently rubbing against me with his massive cock. I could even feel its bulbous head against my body riding up and down as he stroked me.
His hand found its way into my blouse and he was fondling one of my 34 C breasts outside my bra. “STOP Billy”, I nearly shouted. “I am your Mother and you know better than to do that.” He led me to the couch and sat close looking into my eyes. “Mother, he said, I know Dad has been neglecting you and I know also that you liked the way I felt to you on the boat today. What you don’t know is that I think you are the most desirable woman that I have ever known and I have always tried to find a girl friend who could compare to you and I have not had any luck. I want you more than any woman on this earth and tonight I am ready to be with you.” Having said that he didn’t give me a chance to say anything before he unbuttoned my blouse, released the front of my bra, and put his head down on my breast. He licked first one and then the other and I kept protesting, earnestly trying to escape his sexual advances.
Whispering in my ear he instructed me; “Mother
just relax and let this happen. I’m going to make love to you tonight.” He took my hand and moved it unto his throbbing cock which was straining against his shorts. God, it was huge!! “You want to see it, Mother? See what I am going to give you? “No, Billy. Please! Please stop right now!” I tried again to get away from him but he kept pulling me closer. “Undo my belt and shorts! “Take it in your hand.” he demanded. As I reluctantly complied, I thought God is he going to rape me? “Alright I will admit that I want to see it, but that is all I am going to do and that is IT!” I grasped the huge man muscle and freed it from its constraint. It looked to be more than 10 inches and 1 ½ inches thick.
Billy kissed me on the nape of my neck sending sensations through me that I had not experienced in a long time. I found myself pumping the massive cock and, to my surprise, it was getting even thicker. He returned his attention back to my breast and sucked, nibbled and generally drove me crazy with desire as he plied his skills. My shorts were down around my ankles and I didn’t even know he had taken them off.
He wasted no more time, immediately taking off my silk panties, parting the lips of my pussy and inserting a finger on my clitoris. I knew he was going to fuck me now and I wanted him to. I began moaning as he explored my pussy. He knew I was about to orgasm and pushed me down on the couch. As he was mounting me I felt the cock sliding up my thighs wetting them with his precum and I knew I had to spread my open even more than I had them for it to even reach my entrance. “Billy, I moaned. Fuck me, Baby. Fuck your Mother. I want to feel you inside me and I want to take all of that big bad cock.” I couldn’t believe those words had come out of my mouth, but my son was now my master! He kissed me fully on my lips and thrust his tongue inside my mouth. As I was kissing him, I guided his manhood inside me.
He rotated his ass and thrust powerfully into my waiting hot receptacle. By the time he was three to four inches in, I knew I was going to get fucked like I had never been before. The walls of my sensitive vagina were tightly squeezing against his huge venous manliness. It was sending sensations all over my body and I began climaxing throwing my pussy up to get more of that wonderful thing that was taking me. I grabbed his buttocks and helped pull him to me. He had a one of his hands at his groin to keep from hurting me and going deeper than I wanted. More than eight inches of that humongous dick had filled me and he was pressing at my cervix with the bulbous head. As he moved in and out I could tell every time he got deeper than his Dad. I think he could tell where that place was too as he began just pulling back to that point and driving me to dreamland by fucking me there.
He had stopped a couple times so that he didn’t prematurely cum and I had already orgasmed twice. Knowing he had gotten me off, he started humping faster and harder and I knew he wanted to cum. “Take your hand off of it, Billy. Put it all in me. Give to it me now, Baby!!” I was nearly screaming and I was bucking against the hand he still had around his shank. He took his hand off and said; “Mother I am going to cum. Your pussy feels so good and you are fucking me better than I have ever been fucked before. I never dreamed you would fuck like this. I can’t hold it anymore. Baby, he said, I am going to put all of my dick to you now.” With that he took off his hand, pulled the head almost all the way out and gave me the most powerful thrust I had ever experienced. It went into my womb entrance. I had heard that when a man really loves the woman he is fucking and wants to breed her, he will instinctively hold his dick in her as deep as he can get it as he cums. Billy kept giving me those long strokes.
I can’t adequately describe how wonderful it felt with more than 10 inches and that big head manipulating the nerves of my vaginal walls. He put his arms under my knees and pulled my legs up so he could get maximum penetration. Suddenly, as he got it deeper than ever, he starting spurting hot semen inside his Mother. He didn’t move much and he didn’t have to move. My vaginal muscles were working on his spewing cock and milking him dry. Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh Mother,” he hissed. That feels sooooooooo goooooood. I want to put my baby inside you!” I knew that was what he was trying to do and I said; “Do it, Billy. Get me, Baby. Knock me up now.” He was filling me with hot cum and I knew it wouldn’t be running out when I got up because he had put any in my vagina. It was all inside my womb.
Finally I felt him go soft some and he just held me close to him very lovingly. “Do you think I got you pregnant, Mother?” “Well, I answered, It is the exact right time of the month and I’m not taking anything. You got it in the right place too. Yes, I think you may have bred your Mother. I will have to seduce your drunk Dad as soon as he get home so we can make him think it is his child. I won’t even feel him doing it after I have had your big thing inside me.”
I got up off the couch and told him; ” I want you to get ready for bed now. I am going to let you sleep with me and take me again if you want me during the night. “Did you like my love making, Cindy?”; he asked, using my name for the first time. “Well, you know that I did love it, but after this night we will never do this again. You sort of forced yourself on me up to a point and you shouldn’t do that to any woman. It could get you in trouble later on and besides, most women can’t take that horse dick you have hung on you”. “Cindy, we are going to do it after tonight”; he bragged. “I am going to give you this horse cock every time I get a chance.” I knew that was true. I could hardly wait to have him inside me again. My own son had made me his sex slave.

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