(( Dedicated to Noam Chomsky, Chomping on Sky from Dawn Till Dusk ))
"So, did you make the team?"
Corey looked away from the bemused expression of his father on the skype window. The man sitting on the other side of the world looked to be in his forties, his hair just beginning to salt as he stared down his son. The five-o'clock shadow was as clean shaven as Corey's dad was allowed to be all the way out in Afghanistan. Deployed for a third tour. He made sure to skype once a week, often to chastise Corey for not having done well in college or meet another expectation he wasn't particularly interested in. At least he wasn't in gear this time. Corey never quite knew how to act with his dad holding a gun right there.
"No ... No dad. I have no idea why you even called Coach McDunnal and signed me up for try-outs anyway." Corey winced a little, shifting himself in his seat. He was weedy for his age, looking a lot younger than he actually was, skin a bit pale from spending too much time on the computer instead of being outside and throwing a football around like his dad did when he was Corey's age. He simply seemed frail-- Corey's father hated that.
"Listen, Corey ..." His father let out the disappointed sigh he had given numerous time as he stared Corey down. "You're a bit of a shrimp, right? But-- Christ you're an adult! You gotta be more of a man! I know you aren't into sports but you need to bulk up somehow. Meet some real people instead of those friends on the computer. Football team's a great way to do that, kiddo. Even if it's one outside of school." Corey seemed more and more dejected with every passing phrase from his father, and in the midst of the boy's silence his father would cut in again.
"Is mom around? I'll talk to her about signing you up for a local league, and I'm sure that once you've got a little experience under your belt you'll be a shoo-in for the team next year!" His father sounded excited, his rugged expression curved into a smile to hide his disappointment in a son he considered a wimp.
Susan was in fact "around" and eavesdropping on her son's one sided conversation with his old man.. She heard every word of it from under Corey's desk, though the occasional extra loud squelch of her lewdly spread lips slurping down her son's dick would muffle the clarity. She moaned quietly as she pushed that throbbing meat into her drenched maw, and her bright blue eyes shut as she nearly hilted him in her throat.
"N-no dad. She's out with her friends. I think they're... mnh ... doing their y-yoga classes." Susan's dirty blonde hair was tucked behind her ears by the occasional stroke of her son's fingers as he dutifully kept it from her face. There was the faintest of gags as she let his twitching dick rest firmly down her throat, though a quick inhale through her flared nostrils would calm the reflex. Drool leaked in copious amounts down the remainder of her son's shaft as she simply couldn't get the last quarter inch down... There was nothing the poor woman could do but drag her tongue slowly across that heavenly prick, letting her slobber soak his sack as he was berated by his clueless father.
"Hell ... you consider even doing yoga? You're such a shrimp even that might do you some good Corey." There was a devious grin that tried to force it's way across the mother's spread lips as she heard her husband berate the boy, and her tongue would push it's way lewdly from her mouth to press against the base of Corey's dick, drenching that uncovered portion with saliva before she'd pull that warm organ back into her mouth to work the bulk of his hilted dick.
Corey's hand gripped tighter onto the back of his mother's head, clearly getting more and more irritated at his father's teasing. He only gulped down the words he wanted to spit out, and Susan let out a wet gurgle as that hand pushed her down onto that swollen piece of fuck meat. His fingers sunk into her hair, beginning to pull her up and down without letting her get a moment's rest as he gently began to pant.
"You alright, kid? You're looking a bit flushed. Don't tell me your old man got under your skin again ... Always were a bit of a cry baby" the vet grumbled, rolling his eyes as Corey clenched his own tight for a brief moment. A particularly hard lash of his mother's tongue nearly brought him over the edge then and there as his voice shuddered and caught at the back of his throat.
Susan revelled in the sounds of her son struggling to remain calm, and she'd skillfully part her lips, letting her tongue unfurl once more down to the base of his shaft before she'd climb a slimy, spit soaked ladder up to his crown. That lovely pink snake would circle her boy's glans as those eyes slipped back up to his face. She'd offer her son an adorable little wink, her mouth stuffed full of cock, and her slender fingers now wrapping around his beast. A low moan would fill the air, perhaps a bit louder than she'd intended.. Corey's mommy had spread her thick thighs apart at some point, and now her fingers would press lewdly through her sex as she pleasured herself with one hand, while she pumped the saliva soaked shaft of her son with the other.
"N-No Dad ... I just got a fever--" "A fever?! Shit kid you just been eating junk food all day or something?" Susan could practically hear her son's teeth grinding in between every moan he let out and before she even thought to stop him he roughly bucked his hips into her welcoming face-- his swollen nuts clapping noisily into her chin as Corey snapped at his father. "I've been eating fine Dad! Jeez! Mom's even teaching me to cook my own meals!"
Susan brought her eyes straight to her son's face. Her fully soaked hand would leave her snatch behind as it went to hover over the glowing red switch of his power strip.. He'd know that she intended to kill the power to his computer, and he'd know that she'd want him to wrap things up with his father. Until his mother got what she wanted, she'd pull her mouth from his cock, and simply stare upward, her fingers softly stroking his dick so he wouldn't lose his edge. A devious grin perched on her warm, motherly face.
"L-listen I gotta go Dad. There's ... uh-- a raid. In my game. Thing. Soon!" Corey was only managing to speak in fractal sentences at this point, and that his father was about to roll his eyes right out of their sockets was helping speed things up. "At least tell me you're looking after your mother while I'm gone, alright? You ... cooking dinner for her every now and then, or something?"
Corey, just barely, managed a smirk.
"Yeah Dad. Wh-whenever she lets me I make her a nice warm meeeaal..." That seemed to satisfy Corey's old man. His lips would part to make some further remark, but beneath the table, Susan could feel the tell-tale signs of her son's impending orgasm. The way his cock twitched against her palm, the soft catches of his lovely little breath. She'd quickly flick the power on his computer off, and the last thing her husband would see would be the beginnings of his son's face contorting into orgasm as he shot out rope after sticky rope of hot white seed across his mother's face. She'd jerk him hard, making his cum factories rock as she made sure he emptied himself.
With the computer off, Corey simply let out his own loud and satisfied groans as he erupted onto his mother's face. His jaw hung from his face as he quivered in that chair, his other hand ripping away from the computer to squeeze at one of those massive tits that hung just a little bit past that face. He nearly banged his head against the desk on the way down, but he was far too horny to care as his orgasm wound down as his still iron hard cock throbbed close to Susan's face. All she could smell was her baby's cum, oozing down her cheeks in slimey little strands as his musk marked her. He was staring down at her, eyes half lidded as he panted and squeezed at one of her udders.
"Who's mommy's good boy?" She whispered softly, smiling affectionately up towards her ~very~ manly son. Her lips slid along the drenched length of his still oozing prick. She'd giggle cutely as he squeezed playfully at her breast, her face still dripping with seed.
"Mmm.. I never thought he'd shut up.." She sounded needy, and she'd playfully run her tongue across the soft underbelly of Corey's dick, a smile graced her features as he groped her massive titty. She was well endowed, and his gripping fingers would barely be able to fit a quarter of that meat into his lust filled hand. She very casually slipped both of her hands along his thighs, pushing herself up and off the floor, she'd straddle her son. Susan's lips pressed wetly against his as she plopped her fat white ass in his lap. She'd grind those heavy cheeks down against him, forcing his dick up through the warmth of her asscrack.
Corey shuddered underneath his mother, still riding the high of his orgasm as he stared up at her. His lips slammed into her own as they kissed, his tongue snaking into her mouth so he could slap and smack at her's with every bit of pent up anger and frustration he had kept bottled up for that entire skype chat with his father. His hands slid right down to his mother's massive ass, squeezing tightly into those massive matronly cheeks. He spanked her-- hard, enough to cause those massive cheeks to wobble and shake for a while after his hand had pulled away from the blubbery mass before spanking her again. His lips quickly pulled away from his mother's, panting as he let out a low growl.
"Why'd you marry that fucking douchebag?" Corey's cheeks were flushed, pouting and irritated as he took it out on her mother. As much as his hands pawed and kneaded at her ass, Susan knew just what part of her body her baby loved most ... and as his face buried itself between her massive milk jugs she could only let out a soft and happy moan as her son began to lick and kiss at that pale flesh of her's and catch one of her nipples between his lips as he sucks at her tits. His head pulled back, bringing so much of her jiggling flesh along with him as his eyes stare up into her own and his hands dig in deeper into the expansive blubber of her ass. He loved groping her like this. He started doing it so young too.
