All characters are adults.
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I'm Cathy and a 40 year old widowed mother. My son, Sam, is a twenty-one year old handyman here in town. I'm a tall, bbw woman; five foot ten inches, with dark brown hair down to my shoulders, and dark brown eyes. My weight is two-hundred-something. My sister, Julie, is my twin, and we really look alike.
Sam takes after his grandfather, my dad. Sam has coal black hair and stands 6'3". He has a good sense of humor but is kinda reserved around people. Sam's father was a handsome man, and Sam got every bit of that and more. There are only two obvious differences between Sam and his dad. Sam's tall. His dad, on the other hand, was skinny and five-eight.
The other difference is less obvious to everyone but Julie and me. My late husband, Jim, was a good lover. We enjoyed a good sex life for a long time before a car wreck killed him. Jim's cock was not huge, five inches, but he knew how to use it. Trust me, I never complained, nor did Julie.
Jim and I never did anything too bizarre, we were never arrested, and I performed just about all of Jim's fantasies; at least the ones he told me about. We even invited Julie into our bed a few times. Jim told me he wanted two women, and Julie and I made his birthday extra special.
Now, Sam is very different from his dad. I recall how Julie and I noticed the difference from the day Sam was born. We sometimes wondered if he'd grow large enough to carry it but Sam and his gift grew up together.
One evening a while back, I walked in on Sam in the bathroom, standing with one foot up on the tub, drying himself after his shower. There he was naked, and my eyes went right to the wonder hanging between his legs. Literally! I mean it! It was hanging! I told Julie about it and used the word 'snake'. Sam was bigger than his dad and it was SOFT!
The thickness grabbed my attention. It hypnotized me. What I saw reminded me of pictures Julie and I saw in a magazines when we were teenagers. The name of the magazine was "WHOPPER". Anyway, Sam saw me checking him out. My mouth musta been wide open.
But he smiled and kept drying himself. I apologized and left. I then stood outside the bathroom with my hand on the doorknob, shaking my head in amazement, and trying to thyink of other things.
Being his mother the size of his penis shoulda meant nothing. To be fair to myself, though, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But I knew I wanted his cock, and obsessed about it.
I thought about Sam a lot after that. I sneaked peeks at his package all the time. I blushed when I looked, but I looked. I was embarrassed and afraid I'd be caught. Plus I was ashamed when I looked at Sam in lust. But, the more I resisted my interest in Sam's cock, the more I obsessed about it. Truth be told, many times I wanted to walk in the bathroom to see it.
One night, I came home from a night out drinking with Julie. Both of us were functionally drunk. We found Sam asleep on the sofa in front of the TV. He was dressed in a T-shirt and baggy shorts. I kneeled down to wake him and send him to bed when I saw his dick sticking out of the shorts. The head looked about the size of a golf ball. Julie came out of the bathroom and saw it, too.
My stomach flip-flopped. I covered my mouth with my fingers to stop a gasp. I felt silly, like a nasty girl, standing there peeking at a boy's privates. But never-the-less, I wanted to see more of it. I looked to make sure he was asleep. I didn't want us to get caught. It would be hard to explain. But I had to look, and Julie hadn't run away, either. I felt my stomach get all jittery as I shifted my attention back to Sam's package. I took a deep breath, to steady myself, and looked.
I felt myself flush. Julie looked like she wanted to inhale it. I was shocked by my reaction and felt light headed as I seized the opportunity to see it again. All of it. Later I blamed the booze I drank. Whatever, I wanted it.
I scooted closer to Sam. Most of it was outside the fly but not all, nor his balls. If I was going to see more I needed to open the fly or lift the leg hole. I checked again to make sure he was asleep, bit my bottom lip, and slowly moved a shaky finger towards Sam. I needed a valium to calm me. I carefully hooked my long fingernail in the leg of his shorts and gently, slowly, lifted the fabric. My finger was so close to Sam's dick. I fought my urge to yelp. I think Julie orgasmed from just seeing it.
I moved my head a little to get better light from the table lamp, my hand shook. I glanced at Sam one more time. Still sleeping!
Much better! There it was! "Jeeezzzz..." I whispered under my breath. I compared Sam to his father. Even soft, Sam was bigger than his father. I saw what looked to be every bit of at least five inches of soft cock. It looked nice and smooth, big and thick, and fat, actually. "And it's not even hard!" I remember thinking,"My son has a fat dick!" I shook my head slowly, part yearning, part pride, lotsa wanting.
But suddenly Sam grunted and shifted his body. As he turned, I pulled my hand back like he was gunna bite me. And when I did, I touched him. The contact was like an electrical shock. I jumped and collided against Julie.
What was wrong with me! I was peeking in my son's pants and about to orgasm! I should have run out of the living room and up to my bedroom. Maybe call some kind of 24 hour HELP-LINE or a support group or something. Probably not, they'd lock me up. Anyway, what I thought was, "I touched it!" I stayed there silent and still while Sam slept.
I felt frozen, staring, for what seemed like forever. As luck would have it, Sam's penis had worked its way out further as he'd shifted positions. It was erect! "He must be dreaming!" My mouth dropped open and I likely stopped breathing for ten or fifteen seconds. I saw almost all of it. It lay over to one side, maybe a little more than 8 inches long and as big around as a banana.
For a split second, I wanted to make Sam harder and wondered how I could do it. I shook my head trying to shake the thought away. I couldn't believe what I was thinking. Did I really want to see how big my son's dick would get? Did I really want to see my own son's cock fully hard? Then what! I wondered what I might be willing to do to his hard cock. Julie put her head close to Sam like she planned to take him in her mouth. "C'mon," I said to her, and we let the sleeping dog lie.
Wow! I was suddenly sober as a judge and ashamed of myself for the way I felt. Suppose Sam woke up and found his hard penis sticking out of his shorts and his mother and aunt beside him, drooling. "My God!" I thought. I could never explain something like THAT!
I went to bed and lay in bed until almost dawn with my vibrator, plus I wrestled with my conscience, but I couldn't help it. Images of my father flashed in my mind. The smell of his cologne and bourbon filled my imagination. Memories of secret moments with him made me shiver plus made me warm between my legs, too. I was glad I hadn't had more to drink, and considered what might have happened if I were really drunk. Jimmy {My husband} had been dead for more than two years. I tried to convince myself that maybe these thoughts and actions were a product of loneliness and that I missed Jimmy, but deep down, the more I thought about it, the more I knew somewhere along the line I wanted Sam's cock. I knew Julie wanted it, too. The fact was, I wanted to see Sam with his dick hard, and imagined different scenarios that would get me what I wanted.
Part of me knew it was forbidden and morally wrong, but I also knew plenty of women and many mothers did it all the time. A hot woman has no conscience. I wondered how soon Julie would get in Sam's pants.
The internet, movies, and tv made me more tolerant and comfortable with the sex I thought about, even accepting, if not embracing them at times. I found, late at night, when I was alone in my bed, these forbidden thoughts and images turned into welcome dreams and lust. At first I tried to suppress them but it was futile effort. I told myself nothing would ever come of such desires, and wondered if my father had similar thoughts. These feelings led to masturbation with intense orgasms. I was obsessed. But I kept my dark fantasies to myself though Julie brought Sam up a lot for a while.
August 19th, Sam's 21st birthday, it all changed. It was early on a Saturday morning; I had just come in from a night out with Julie and the girls, and figured I'd gather up the dirty clothes and do a load of laundry before I showered and went to bed. Julie was the designated driver and came home with me. I parked Julie in the kitchen and came upstairs to change and collect the clothes.
I took my clothes off, put on a robe, and went to Sam's bedroom carrying an armload of my dirty clothes. I quietly turned the door knob and went in, hoping not to wake him. But Sam was stretched out on his bed naked. I froze, mid-step. His eyes were open and he looked at me.
I said, "I came in to get your dirty clothes."
But my real attention was on what was in his hand. I stood there by the door in my robe, an arm full of dirty clothes, my hand still on the doorknob, and watched Sam jacking his cock.
I was unable to move or speak while I watched him. I knew I should leave but I didn't want to. There was no doubt about my interest this time. He was more than just 'aroused'. He was hard, really hard. And thick.
As I watched his hand gripping his cock, I noticed his fingers didn't encircle or conceal any of it. At least three inches of him stuck out past the top of his hand and at least as much beneath it. "My God it's huge," I thought. I stood there and watched as his hand moved up and down, up and down. I couldn't look away. I felt like I was in a dream. I hadn't seen many dicks in my life but I was no nun, either. And outside of any magazines or the Inter-Net, I had never seen a dick so big on any man.
When he moved his hand faster, it became clear to me that he wasn't going to last much longer, and I needed to act quickly. But I should have quietly shut the door and left. I should have been thinking about how embarrassed both of us would be later, how awkward it would be, but instead, the fact is I wanted to watch Sam cum. And I wondered how much he would cum.
Then he moaned something that I never expected to hear. It floored me.
"You do it," he said, and pulled his hand off his cock.
Behind me a familiar voice spoke, "Do it, Cathy." It was Julie.
"Oh my God!" I said―out loud―and dropped the dirty clothes to the floor. I was scared out of my mind.
"Mom!!"
"I'm...I'm so sorry Sam!" I fluttered. I tried to pick up the clothes and leave. I gathered the clothes and stood up just as he swung his feet to the floor. "I was just. . .I came in to get. . . .I thought you'd be. . . ." I stuttered and mumbled nervously as I tried to apologize. He looked up at me.
"It's OK," he said as I stepped closer. Julie walked over and sat on the side of the bed.
