"Why did you do this to me, Timmy? Why did you fuck me and make meâŠ", pausing as she glanced down at his ample crotch,"⊠suck yourâŠbigâŠdick?" the sight of it alone was starting to make her feel a bit dizzy, contrary thoughts swirling though her mind as she stared blatantly at it. Clearly softer than it was a few seconds before, but still quite sized, Timâs cock still glistened from her slathering mouthâs drool on it. Susan, not realizing what she was doing began talking to the thing, trying to scold it, her eyes betraying her voice to almost a whisper. "Mommyâs and sonâs arenât supposed to have sex, Timmy", she breathed. "Itâs wrong", she continued, not able to let her eyes away from their lock."I know mom, Iâm sorry", he said, his voice clearly shaken and distraught. "I guess I was mad that you were getting drunk and bringing home all those guys".Susan heard that and tore her eyes off of her sonâs lap to look at his face. She realized that she must have put her son through a lot, having to deal with seeing her carnally. After all, she wasnât really making a serious effort to hide her ways. Not lately, anyway. " Oh, my baby, youâre right", she said sadly, touching his cheek with her hand. "I donât know why Iâve been acting so badly. Ever since your father died, Iâve not been myself". She hesitated a bit , then said," Your father was so good to me withâŠwell, you knowâŠthose kinds of things. Him being goneâŠ", she stifled tears from forming as she continued," âŠhas left such a big void in my life. I donât know why I do what I do". Susan suddenly realized that she was naked, and covered herself as best she could with her hands and arms, looking around for her clothes. "Timmy, hand me my stuff from the floor there, please", she said, pointing down to them.Tim got off the couch and went to pick up her things, the turned around and walked towards her, standing in front of her as he handed them over. Her head down, she reached out and plucked her panties from the top and readied them for putting on, leaving Tim with her bra and skirt still in his hands. She slipped them on while still sitting, then grabbed her bra next and figited her arms through and on, clasping the front clasp. Finally she took her dress, expecting to manipulate the material for easy donning. But as she took it out of her sonâs hands she looked up and found her field of view narrowed to his boxers, his cock still sticking out through the opening, still obscenely big, yet flaccid. Her hands fumbled noncommitally at the dresses material, while her eyes, suddenly glazened, fixed on the man meat just a foot in front of her face.Tim saw his motherâs stare, causing his cock to jump a bit out, seemingly heading right towards her mouth, now opened slightly in awe. As if on strings, her puppets right hand let go of the dress and reached out for the thick flesh tube before her, slowly closing her hand on it.
The beast jumped again within her hand. "Oh my", she said , under her breath, and began stroking it slowly. "Itâs so⊠big!". Tim stepped closer to his mother, her mouth instinctually opening as the now rigid pole headed towards her awaiting face. She leaned forward and drove the thing into her mouth, again, letting go fully of the dress, and grabbing both hips with her hands for leverage, for control."Oh mom", Tim moaned, putting his hands on the back of her head. Susan again realized that this was her son, her sonâs cock, in her, and weakly tried to release him. Tim held his motherâs skull close, not wanting her to stop. She moaned, and looked up to him with pleading eyes, but to no avail. "Oh mom, you suck my cock so good", he grunted. "Please keep sucking me. I want you to always suck me. I love you mom".Susan didnât know what to do. She was looking up at her sonâs face, her son, for godâs sakes, and it was his big cock in her mouth, and it was she who was sucking on it, wanting and craving for it to spray her mouth with cum, fill her belly with delicious cream, cream she needed to drink. She was horrified and desirous at the same time. His hands were now gentle on her head, she could easily remove her mouth from the gorgeous flesh. Her eyes stared up and into his eyes, making her want to pull away, but her mouth was completely unwilling to let go.Tim looked down at his beautiful mother, her mouth totally distended by the hunk of flesh it devoured. His mind started thinking of dirty things to say to her. "Tell me you like to suck on my cock, mom", he spoke, a low and deep voice bellowing out, his hands still on her head, not letting her reply just yet. "Tell me you want to suck my cum out and drink it all. Tell me you want my cock for always".Susan moaned, unable to speak. This is exactly what she didnât need to hear from him. She was getting so turned on by his words, this was becoming a losing battle. At last, she couldnât fight it anymore. She couldnât help it. It was beyond her strength. Her head plunged forward, forcing this giant meat stick of a cock past her gagging, and straight down deep into her throat, jamming her nose tightly to his pubes. Out again halfway, then slam!, back in deep again. Tim was getting decadent. The line between love and lust had faded into nothingness.
He pulled away, holding his motherâs head back to remove himself from her suction. She moaned, trying to fight to keep it within her taste, but he was stronger. "Tell me what you want mom", he said, his hands holding her hair from the back, his throbbing fat cock dancing an inch from her face. "Tell me!".Susanâs face, once again with a pleading look up at him, was now pleading for a different reason. "Your cock", she breathed. "I need your cock"."Whoâs cock?", he retorted, still holding away from her head, which lunged forward when it got too close."Yours, Timmyâs cock"."Who needs this cock?", he yelled, lowly, letting go of her hair with one hand and grabbing his pulsing extension and slapping it across her face. "Who?"."I need it, baby", she cried, the pleading now in her voice as well.Tim again slapped her face with his raging member. "Who are you?".Susanâs head was swirling. Her mouth was drooling. Her nipples were straining. Her panties were dripping. "Mommy", she spoke, finally understanding his meaning."Tell me, then", he said, wanting her to fully concede her newest desires."Mommy needs your cock", she moaned. "Please let Mommy suck your cock. Mommy needs her Timmyâs cock". She again opened her mouth and tried to move toward her thick hard destiny, millimeters in front of her now, but he still wouldnât allow just yet."Tell me again what you want", he said, in a low voice, his cock pulsing at his motherâs words.Susan looked up at her own son, into his eyes. "Please let Mommy suck her Timmyâs big thick cock. Mommyâs thirsty for her babyâs cum. Please, please cum in Mommyâs mouth. Mommy needs her sonâs cum!". She continued to look into her sonâs eyes, and opened her mouth wide.She looked so beautiful. Tim was so in love at that moment. In love with his mother. He suddenly realized he probably wouldnât last too long, and let go of her hair. Susanâs head leapt, sprang, forward, driving her sonâs throbbing, jutting, big, beautiful, precious meat whistle deep into her awaiting mouth, tearing past her tonsils and on its way to her stomach. Grabbing tightly to his hips, she wantonly fucked her head into it, almost hurting her throat with the friction she incited. She had given in to her insatiable needs. The need for her Timmyâs juice, her sons juice, to be in her belly, filling her up completely. She sucked and slathered and orally willed her liquid meal to her. And here it came!Timâs breath suddenly stalled, his body tensed up, his right thigh started twitching, and he jetted his first spray deep into his motherâs needful throat. He tried to buck away, but Susan grabbed tightly around her sonâs waist, and held on for dear life as he spurted and shook and spurted and swayed, her tight hug the only thing preventing him from tumbling over onto the floor. She felt her stomach literally filling up, and suddenly it was all she could do not to let go, as she started cumming herself. Sheer willpower alone kept her relentlessly sucking away, drinking the pure love food as she drenched her already soaking panties.Tim couldnât stand up anymore. His knees buckled and he started to collapse, but Susan guided his fall to the couch, still not letting go her mouth to her sonâs now softening cock, still deep within her throat, shooting the last of his cream into her ever starving debauchery. He hurt bad, and fought as long as he could stand before he screamed, the head of his cock supersensitive as it rubbed maliciously against his momâs esophagus. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally pulled off, and collapsed her head on his hip, breathing heavy, the hot breath hurting Timâs sore meat, still a kiss away from her panting mouth.
