ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER.
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Todd Everman's heart skipped a beat as his finger hovered over the Submit button.
It always did, every time he was about to publish a new story.
His mind raced. He'd reviewed the thing a dozen times already. Should he check it one last time for errors?
No. It was time to let it go. Set it free. It was either good enough or it wasn't.
With a satisfied smile, his finger pressed the screen.
It was done. Of course, it wouldn't go public for at least a few days. Nothing he could do about that except let the wheels turn as the administrator reviewed it to make sure its content met the site rules.
But his stories were usually short, and he'd built up some trust over the past several months he'd been writing amateur porn, and so the turnaround time was usually pretty quick.
Still, he hated waiting.
Todd felt pretty good about this one. While he'd experimented with several various genres and kinks, this one was something different for him, and he was excited about it. He just hoped his readers would be, too.
Todd stared at his screen for several moments before finally returning to the site home screen.
It was still relatively early, not yet 11pm by the glow of his digital alarm clock. And it was Friday night, which meant he could sleep in tomorrow.
Todd glanced over at Sharon. She'd been snoring softly for the past twenty minutes. He doubted he would disturb her too much, especially since she'd taken a little herbal "sleep aid" earlier.
She'd shrugged off his half-hearted advances when she'd come to bed, with her usual litany of excuses and an unconvincing "maybe next time."
Which was fine; Todd hadn't really expected her to be interested. She rarely was anymore, and it allowed him time to put the finishing touches on his story.
Now his plan was simple: read a half decent story to get him turned on, then pop the headphones on and find a porn video to finish the job.
The video wouldn't matter much; a cute girl, the right look in her eye, a good cumshot finish he could time his own orgasm to.
It was the STORY that mattered. One that would grab ahold of his already active imagination and take him to another world; a world where the woman you loved didn't fall asleep on you without first at least sucking your cock like your spunk was the only thing that sustained her.
A world where middle age and creeping malaise didn't turn a once passionate romance into dull routine and quick, uninspired couplings on an increasingly infrequent basis.
With a last side glance at his sleeping wife, Todd turned his attention to the menu screen.
The right story was there.
Somewhere.
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Todd couldn't decide which was most annoying; the blaring alarm clock, or the bright sunshine streaming in through the bedroom window.
Todd flailed blindly for the snooze button, finally silencing the noise with a satisfying smack.
"Coulda swore I turned the damn thing off last night," he mumbled to himself. Pulling the sheets up over his face, he did his best to block out the almost blinding rays.
Todd wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but now another matter pressed him. Although this one was far less unpleasant.
His hand moved instinctively to the source of his discomfort; the throbbing lump of flesh currently awake and demanding his attention.
"Haven't woken up this hard in a while,"
he thought as he caressed his aching member.
Todd's eyes flew open. Something was different. VERY different.
Sitting up, he threw back the covers. His cock jumped to full height, saluting him.
His cock. His huge, massive, thick cock.
Normally he was just a smidge over six inches. Nothing to complain about, surely.
But the fully engorged beast now raging between his legs was... well, it was tough to guess at a glance, but certainly closer to eight, maybe nine. And at least double his usual thickness.
"What the...?"
But that wasn't the only thing that was different. His voice sounded strange in his years. Younger. Less gravely.
His body felt different, too.
Todd sprang out of bed and ran to the full length mirror on the far wall.
The body of a man half his age greeted him in the reflection. A body unweathered by time. The tone, fit, firm body of a young man in his early twenties, not the paunchy middle aged one he'd gone to bed with.
"I must be dreaming. Or maybe I accidentally ate one of Sharon's THC gummies."
Todd whirled around at the thought of his wife. "Sharon?"
The bed was empty.
But it wasn't their bed.
It wasn't their bedroom.
Wedding portraits and store bought paintings of woodland scenes had been replaced with Sports Illustrated pinup models and several tattered punk rock posters.
Sharon's dresser was gone; in its place stood a gaming station with a large flat screen with a tattered football jersey hanging over it.
Todd scanned the room for anything remotely familiar and found nothing. If it was indeed a dream, and of course it must be, it borrowed nothing from his real life, not even his youth.
Despite every logical fiber of his being telling him it was just a dream, Todd felt panic creeping up inside him. "Sharon? SHARON???"
"Who's Sharon?"
The voice startled Todd so badly he almost fell backwards. Steadying himself, he spun towards the sound.
A middle aged woman stood in the doorway, regarding him quizzically.
Her long, wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, spilling into the ample cleavage displayed by the very loosely tied bathrobe she wore.
Her dark eyes shone with a mix of curiosity and excitement. Her lips twisted in a strange yet alluring smile.
Todd didn't know her. Yet she looked somehow familiar.
His mouth opened to speak, a million questions forming at once, yet unable to vocalize any of them.
"Cat got your tongue? I said, who's Sharon?"
"She... she... she's... gone."
The woman sighed, annoyed. "Oh, Billy. How many times have I told you not to bring home those flighty young bimbos?"
"Billy???"
Todd thought.
"Who the fuck is Billy?"
Slowly she entered the room, the tie of her robe coming undone as she moved. Her breasts bounced with each step until all but the nipples were revealed.
It was only then that Todd remembered he was naked. And erect. He wanted to cover himself, but was still frozen in shock.
The woman's eyes flicked down to his pulsing member as she paused mere inches from him. She smelled of bath soap and body lotion.
She chewed at her lower lip softly. "She left you high and dry, didn't she? Stupid girl. But that's okay, dear. Don't you worry. Mommy will take good care of you, make it all better."
"MOMMY???"
The robe hit the floor with a soft woosh. Then she was in his arms.
Or, more accurately, he was in hers. The only muscle of his body currently able to move was the one between his legs.
He groaned as it pressed against her lower abdomen. Her hand found it, squeezing gently. "Relax, son. Not like this is the first time your mother has had to relieve your excitement."
Sliding down him, she dropped to her knees. She looked up, licking her lips.
In the moment their eyes met, Todd finally recognized her.
Madison! The main character from his first story, "Mom's Backseat Boy."
It was a pretty standard trope; a mother releases her long pent up lust for her son after a road trip where she's forced to sit on his lap.
There were a thousand different variations of that story by a thousand different writers, and yet it had still been one of his most popular.
And most of that was due to Madison. Readers loved her witty charm and stunning, natural beauty.
They also raved about her talented deepthroat abilities.
Abilities she was apparently about to demonstrate to him personally.
"Fuck it,"
thought Todd,
"It's a dream. May as well roll with it, right?"
Finally his frozen limbs thawed. His hands found her head, running his fingers through her still damp curls.
"I'm sorry, Mom. I should have remembered no one takes care of me like you do."
Madison smiled warmly. "It's okay, sweetie. I'll always be here to remind you."
With that, her lips wrapped around him, and with barely a gulp or gag, she swallowed him to the hilt.
"Ohhhh, fuck!"
Todd's body trembled, every nerve ending on fire as Madison... as Mommy... worked her magic, sliding up and down his massive cock with graceful ease.
Full, lush lips worked in tandem with slippery tongue, vibrations from the back of her throat sending shivers up his spine as she hummed merrily with her efforts.
But it was those eyes, those dark eyes, boring into his soul, that truly stirred his lust.
They were the eyes of a woman who took pride in her work, who loved giving pleasure with her mouth.
Again and again Madison brought him to the brink, only to pull back, release him with a sloppy plop, running her tongue over the swollen head of his cock while swirling it over her soft wet lips in small, slow circles, her hand gripping his base tightly, holding back the impending storm.
Sensing he could take no more, she again engulfed him, her nose buried in his pubes, holding her position as he swelled and finally released his load deep into her eager throat.
Madison swallowed reflexively, sucking hard on his shaft, drawing out every last drop before releasing him with a satisfied sigh.
