Eric Winters sat in his family's living room working on one of the many assignments his teachers had handed out that day in school. Textbooks littered the coffee table just in front of leather couch that was positioned several feet away from the television in the corner of the room. A comfortable lazy-boy armchair was to his right and a loveseat sofa was located perpendicular to the left of the couch. A huge bay window was situated behind him allowing the days last rays of sunshine to pass through and illuminate the room with natural light.
Despite his exceptionally high intelligence, the 18-year-old boy found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his studies as the day drew to a close. His brother's remarks earlier haunted his mind as he wrote down yet another incorrect answer that he had to erase. The youth both dreaded and anticipated the arrival of his brother, as with him would surely be a beautiful young woman both willing and able to alleviate the sexual stress that had been building in the boy for several months now. Eric's member swelled in his jeans at the thought, making it uncomfortable for the seated boy while he contemplated the erotic possibilities of the evening. Still a nagging thought ran through his head telling him that he shouldn't give in to his base desires.
It was almost eight o'clock when he heard the downstairs door slam shut and heavy footsteps bound up towards the living room. Eric turned towards the disturbance and did his best to look nonchalant while his heart raced in his chest. A wide grin was plastered over Derek Winters face to which Eric wondered if it was because his older brother was eager to judge his reaction, or if this was all just a practical joke and he was simply waiting for the right moment to yell "gottcha". Something deep in Eric's stomach told him this wasn't a joke.
Trying to play things cool Eric put on his best nonchalant face and asked forgetfully, "What's up Derek? What's so funny?"
The elder brother just continued his beaming gaze, "Don't play stupid bro, you know what this is about."
Turing back to the table, and his homework, Eric replied dismissively "Look, if you're still trying to set me up on that blind date of yours you can forget it; I've got way too much work to do."
Derek leaned against the wall behind him near the stairs and continued, "It's Friday big E I think your work can wait until tomorrow. Besides this chick is just way too hot to pass up."
Derek twisted around to look back down the stairs and signal someone, whom Eric couldn't see, up the stairs. Several seconds passed, as though the woman downstairs was debating whether or not she should actually go through with this or not. The moment quickly passed, however, and soon Eric heard the sound of high heels clicking against hardwood floor as whoever it was downstairs made up her mind and began ascending the stairway into the family living room. Once the heels reached the top the younger brother cast a curious eye towards the woman who had just joined he and Derek; and that one eye was soon followed by the other while his jaw fell to the floor.
Black leather, five-inch high stiletto boots clad the woman's long shapely legs. A short leather micro-mini skirt adorned her small waist, barely covering her round firm ass. A tight strapless tube top stowed her almost impossibly large breasts, while a lengthy golden mane flowed freely from the top of her head down her back resting just above her shapely bottom. Deep, sensual, ocean blue eyes stared invitingly at the young boy as full, pouting, glistening, red lips invited him to kiss them.
For three whole seconds Eric Winters' heart stopped beating as he beheld the vision of absolute beauty before him. His mouth ran dry, his hands became clammy, and the pen he was holding slipped from his fingers to land on the table and roll onto the floor. None of the room's three inhabitants took any notice whatsoever.
When finally his heart began pumping again only one word escaped his barren throat and dehydrated lips towards the gorgeous woman before him.
"Mom?"
Emma Winters smiled seductively at her youngest son striking a cock-hardening pose. "Evening honey," she spoke causing Eric's heart to pound and his cock to throb, "your brother tells me that you have a problem that I might be able to solve."
Eric's eyes continued to sweep over her luscious body as he struggled for breath, "You!" he said disbelieving. "But why? I mean you're my mom. Do you even know what this is about?"
"Well," Emma replied, sensually sauntering over to where her youngest son sat, "I believe he mentioned something about you having some girl troubles." Kneeling down in front of her son she placed her index finger over Eric's mouth, held his eyes, smiled and finished, "Specifically that you haven't had sex in months and that I should fuck your brains out."
Emma's eyes darted down to the front of her son's pants and when she saw the bulge that was still growing harder she looked back into Eric's eyes, her smile becoming wider. "I see someone else likes the idea too." Reaching down and massaging Eric's shaft through his pants Emma asked, "What do you say? Hmm? Do you want to fuck your mommy till she squeals?"
Trying to stay focused, Eric asked breathing hard, "What about dad? What'll happen when he comes home?"
Starting to unbuckle her son's belt Emma whispered erotically, "He won't be home for three days, and what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
Out of the corner of his eye Eric saw Derek moved around the room towards the massive bay window where he began closing the curtains so that the neighbours wouldn't see the taboo scene that would be unfolding within the Winters home. The young boy's full attention, however, was on his mother who had just finished unzipping her son's pants and was pulling them, along with the boxers underneath, down his legs. Eric, his mind still not completely comprehending what was happening in front of him lifted himself off of the couch slightly to ease her endeavour.
Having now uncovered her youngest son's cock, Emma gazed at it longingly. It was just as long as his older brother's and just as thick too. The blonde woman found it difficult to believe that two such massive slabs of meat existed in the world, and that she had brought them to it. Certainly their father had been well endowed, but his was nothing compared to the perfect monstrosity that stood before her. It was so long, so hard; Emma fell in lust with it instantly.
With care, Emma reached out and clasped the large member with both of her small hands, still not able to encompass the entire thing. Slowly, lovingly she began stroking the huge tool, fascinated as it continued to grow under her ministrations. Clear strings of pre-cum began oozing from the slit upon the purple cock-head and Emma had the irresistible urge to bend down and lick the salty substance from the small opening.
Eric leaned his head back on the couch trying to get a handle on the situation that was playing out before him. He was sitting on the couch with his pants around his feet with his mother kneeling down in front of him stroking and licking his cock. Never in a million years would the young man have envisioned the scenario before him; he blinked several times and was tempted to pinch himself just to make sure it was all happening. And then he saw his mother's heaving chest.
Almost with a will of its own, Eric's hand reached out to grasp his mother's clothed breast. It stopped just short with what little control his mind still held over his body, unsure if he should. Emma, sensing the same hesitation she had felt minutes before, stopped her rapidly pumping hands, and sucking mouth to reassure her son by hoisting her top over her breasts and, taking his hand in hers, guiding his trembling palm to her now exposed tit.
"It's okay," she eased, holding his hand in place, "It's all right Eric. I want you to touch me." With that she returned to stroking and licking him.
Her words seemed to break the battle raging in Eric's mind between reason and instinct. His hands began kneading her massive jugs, just as his older brother had, enjoying the soft yet firm melon he had nursed from during his infancy. Just as Emma was fascinated by the massive size of his organ, so to was he mesmerized by the incredible size of her impressive bust. Only on select few porn stars had he ever seen breasts like the ones she was sporting; and he, with all the attention he could muster worked her tits with his hands to such a degree it might have constituted an assault. Emma had only encouragement for her son as she sucked his colossal member harder.
His girth was too big for her to fit even the head inside her mouth; so she had to resort to sucking the tip and lavishly licking the incredible length of his shaft while massaging his large ball sack. Whenever she reached the base of his incredible length, Emma would alternate taking his testicles into her mouth and sucking them for all she was worth. Not for the first time Emma wondered how he and his brother managed to fit those enormous things inside of their pants.