Big Surprise In Little Mom

Edited very slightly based on feedback, and to fix typos & bad punctuation. I always notice errors when reading and think "How could you miss that?" Then I started writing and jeez, no matter how many times I go over it I always miss something. It's been a humbling experience. The story is not redone or anything, I kept all my bad writing for honesty's sake, and to keep an eye on myself as I improve.

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"But 'Mare, you promised!" I complained into my phone. My voice lowered to a hoarse whisper, despite being home alone, "I really need this tonight!"

Mary was my best friend and wingwoman. We were cougars on the hunt, frequenting bars and clubs, anywhere guys could be found. Size doesn't matter when you're looking for a good man to build a relationship and possibly a family with, but our lives hadn't really headed in that direction... Mary liked them big too, but it wasn't all she thought about. She had a type - tall, dark & handsome - and even if they were modestly equipped they did the job for her.

The same wasn't true for me, I really didn't care much what guys looked like as long as they were within the range of normal. My appetite for big cock was insatiable and I'd been with short & tall guys, fat & thin, old & young, black & white, whatever. As long as a guy was packing heat, I was interested. These days 'Mare and I didn't even date anymore, just hooked up. We both had a few friends with benefits, but there's nothing like a little strange to spice things up.

"I just... I can't" she stammered, her hands obviously full. "Blowtorch got out of jail last night, Deb's got a black eye and a missing tooth!"

Deborah was Mary's daughter, Blowtorch the latest in her unending string of lowlife boyfriends. I'd had my share of loser boyfriends when I was younger, but the minute any of them got angry with me that was 2 strikes, and touching me in anger was way past my limit and those guys got the boot. If any of them didn't take the hint, my dad and his shotgun were there to drive home the point.

But Deb was a glutton for punishment, she seemed to like being beaten to a pulp, judging by how she brushed aside the decent guys who were into her in favor of scum like Blowtorch and her previous boyfriends. Tire Iron had an eyeball tattooed completely black, Spike had a few confirmed kills for his biker gang, and don't even get me started on Bulldozer...

I sighed and shook my head. I hated that women were so often stereotyped as liking awful men because of women like Deb, who did indeed like those guys. Don't men realize we're not all like that? I could hear the stupid little bitch crying in the background and sighed, knowing my plans for the night were kaput. Her wailing hit a particularly loud crescendo, prompting 'Mare to quickly tell me she had to go. and she hung up without another word. Damnit!

I'd woken up supremely horny that morning. It wasn't uncommon, but this was some next-level shit. I had recently begun a weight training regimen, I'd heard that it helped with libido (not that I needed help in that department), but I had no idea just how much it would affect me. I'd had to change my panties twice that day at work and again once I got home. I couldn't remember ever being so horny, I just couldn't stop dripping. I'd been a total space cadet at work, making enough mistakes for my boss to mention it. It's hard to concentrate on TPS reports when visions of giant cocks shooting monster loads were rampaging through my head.

I groaned in frustration and got up for no real reason, perhaps just to release some tension. I didn't notice the wet spot I left behind me on the couch. As I walked around the house aimlessly I passed the full length mirror in the foyer and stopped to admire myself. My 36 years had been kind to me, I'd been hot shit in high school and hadn't lost any of it. At just 4'11" and 90 lb., I hadn't gotten fat like so many of my classmates I saw at reunions. They always used having kids as an excuse, but I hadn't gained much weight when pregnant with my son, and my body snapped right back into shape after giving birth.

My chestnut brown hair was cut in a bob, it's not for every woman but it flattered me nicely and did a great job framing my large green eyes. I barely have any tits, and unlike most women it never bothered me. Aside from a few of the moron boyfriends I'd dated when I was younger and dumber, no man I'd ever been with past the age of 20 had even mentioned it. I was wearing a cute olive green haltertop with a black miniskirt, and I'd already drank a few rounds in preparation for our night out when Deb nixed our plans.

Just then my 18 year old son Jacob walked in the front door. "Lookin' good Mom" he offered, "I bet you and 'Mare are gonna have a grand ole time!" My lifestyle was nothing new to him, he'd seen me dressed up to go out plenty of times before and it didn't faze him much. Given my (lack of) taste in men he really lucked out, being tall, muscular, and extremely handsome. He was quarterback and captain of the football team and drowning in pussy, so he was desensitized to attractive women anyway. And the glances I'd occasionally stolen of his crotch told me he had inherited something else from his father, which surely didn't hurt him when it came to all the different girls he was constantly dating.

"Nope" I replied sadly. "Blowtorch got out of-"

"Ohmygod" Jake interrupted hastily, "Is Deb OK?"

"Yeah, just a black eye and a missing tooth this time."

"Not too bad compared to the last few times" he replied. "So what are you gonna do? Be the best-looking person watching Netflix? Hah!"

"Actually, yeah - 'Mare's busy comforting Deb, and I'd rather not risk going out alone" I replied dejectedly. "What about you?"

Jake's eyes darted away just briefly. If he was a stranger I'd hardly have noticed, but as his mother it was clear as day that something was wrong. I knew he'd had a date with some new girl that night. It was hard to keep track, he seemingly dated a new girl every few days, but I remembered him saying something about it.

"Naw, it didn't work out" he told me. "I guess I'm not her type."

He was avoiding eye contact and being a bit vague, this was quite unlike him. But I decided not to press the issue, he'd tell me if and when he wanted to.

"Well then" I offered, "I propose we be the TWO best-looking people watching Netflix! I've got some killer weed, whaddaya say?"

"Sure" he came back, "let's do it."

It turned out that his choice of words was prophetic.

We headed into the living room and turned on the TV. "Anything in particular?" I asked. He replied that he'd like to watch his favorite movie Eurotrip, so I queued it up and plopped down on the couch unceremoniously. He sat down in the nearby chair, and as he did I had a very unmotherly thought, probably brought on by having woken up so horny, plus the few drinks in me: He was really, really hot. As I've said, I don't put as much stock in a guy's looks as most women, but I do put some - and it was impossible not to notice how attractive he was. On top of being tall, muscular, and a born leader, he was model-handsome. He'd look right at home on the cover of GQ. It was unsurprising, his father was gorgeous, and I hope I don't sound too full of myself, but so am I.

When I was pregnant with him I wasn't sure who the father was. I've always been very promiscuous, and while I know I should use condoms, it feels a lot better without them. Not to mention how deliciously naughty I feel letting guys I've just met cum in me, often without even knowing their name, especially if they're hung like horses. While he was growing up my mind went back & forth between a few of the guys I'd slept with as the possible father, but it was only when he came into manhood at 14 that it was clear he was John's son. I'd always thought of John as 'The Big One.' I mean, he was a big guy at 6'4"... but that's not what I mean. There are big cocks, and then there are huge cocks, and then there are massive cocks. Then there was John's cock, and I'll leave it at that.

"What is it Mom?" Jake broke me out of my reverie. I realized I'd been staring at him and blushed.

"Sorry, I guess I'm just amazed at what a handsome young man you've become. How tall are you now, 6'3?"

"6'5" and 240 lb., Dr. Feelgood says I'm finally done growing, thank goodness" was his reply. "If I got any taller I wouldn't fit in cars and I'd hit my head on doorways" he chuckled. "Plus I'd probably lose my scholarship as a quarterback - they'd probably try getting me to play basketball, ugh!"

I got the vaporizer heating up and before long we were getting stoned on some French King. I haven't had all the latest & greatest strains - the pitfalls of living in the eastern US - but this one was the best I'd had and it was quite good. A powerful indica that leaves you completely lucid while simultaneously being absolutely baked and couch-locked.

We got good and stoned while watching the familiar characters being introduced and developed. While it wasn't my favorite film, I had seen it a few times and liked it plenty. I was especially intrigued by the brother-sister kiss toward the end, that part always got my heart fluttering. I only have sisters - 2 of them - but throughout my life I occasionally fantasized about having sex with an imaginary brother. Unsurprisingly, my imaginary fantasy brother had a huge cock, and I usually used one of my big dildos to accompany the fantasy.

Once we were good and stoned, I offered "Why don't you come sit next to your dear old mom? I'm so small and this couch is so big, there's plenty of room." Jake obliged as Sacha Baron Cohen's character felt up Cooper's leg. Once Jake sat down next to me I put my hand on his leg and said "Mi scusi!" We both had a good laugh, but my hand had been a bit farther up than a mother's should have been. Jake made no indication that he'd noticed.

I wanted to do it again, but I figured that would be too much, too weird. That I'd scare him off. I wrestled with this urge for awhile, it felt wrong but God, I was so horny that day to begin with, and then we got high. Weed had always made me super horny, and tonight was no exception.

When Michelle Trachtenberg was in her bikini on the nude beach, I figured Jake's eyes would be busy so I cautioned a glance over at him. Sure enough, his eyes were glued to the screen. My eyes dropped, then my jaw followed suit as my eyes bulged. Jake didn't have a bulge in his pants, he had a third leg growing down along his left thigh. His jeans were loose fit, but pants can't be tailored to conceal a baseball bat!

"She's cute eh?" I said dreamily.

His reply of "Sure is" sounded distant. It made me realize that whatever was troubling him hadn't gone away.

"Jake..." I began hesitantly, "Is there something on your mind?"

He hemmed and hawed a bit, confirming my suspicion. "No, I just... nothing" he stammered.

"Come on, you can talk to me about this sort of thing. It's that girl, isn't it?"

"Well..." he came back, "It's just... it's always the same." His tone of voice was anguished, his eyes downcast. He looked incredibly dejected. It was unlike him, he was usually such a happy-go-lucky young man. After a pregnant pause which I almost interrupted, he continued "I'm still a virgin."

I was flummoxed. It was rare for me - for most women, really - to be at a loss for words. But Jacob was 6'5", 240 lb. of pure muscle and dated one or two new girls every week. It occurred to me that he might be gay, something I'm 100% OK with. It was seemingly the only explanation. I was trying to come up with the words to tactfully ask him if he liked men while making sure he knew I was OK with it, but the weed fogged my mind and slowed me down.

Before I could come up with something, he continued "I have too much manhood." He sighed, eyes down and unfocused. "It's too big, it doesn't fit. Most girls are willing to try, but... imagine parking a double-decker bus in the garage. Anyway, Amy - the girl tonight - screamed like she saw a spider, jumped out of my car and ran home." He looked so sad, my heart went out to him. But I can't deny getting even more turned on than I already was.

"You've seen porn, right?" I asked him. Of course he had, everyone has. "The guy's hung like a moose and he can only fit a third of it in," I chuckled. "Then the girl mechanically goes 'oh oh oh' and it's so fake, you can tell she'd rather be shopping with the money she's making than earning it.

He had a good laugh at that, it was nice to see that smile spread across his face, erasing his sadness. "Yeah of course I've seen it, but length is only half the problem. The issue is that it's so thick, it doesn't go in at all!"

When he said this, my pussy contracted with lust, and there was so much accumulated juice from the hours of horniness that I felt some actually squirt out of me.

"I, uh..." I uttered haltingly, "I find that hard to believe, the average human penis is 5 inches in circumference, with some really thick guys being 6" or a bit thicker."

He looked at me in exasperation and said "Average, above average, whatever... just like I'm above average height. But the tallest man was 8'11", my head would only come up to his elbows for fuck's sake."

I tried to wrap my head around what my gorgeous son was saying. With everything that had happened that night my brain wasn't working quite right. I would ordinarily never have done this, but these were extraordinary circumstances. "Let me see it!" I blurted out, then I literally clamped my hand over my mouth.

Jake looked at me in wonder. "Are you sure?" I nodded silently, unable to speak due to my hand on my mouth. I was aghast at my request, my inability to control myself. Afraid he'd react negatively to anything I said, I left my hand in place. "I don't think I should, I'm really turned on right now. Amy really cockblocked me, usually they at least give me a handjob, but she was so terrified..." he trailed off. I knew I had to say something so I offered some words of encouragement, and Jake finally unzipped his pants and pulled out his raging boner. Wow! It was the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life, by a lot, real or in porn. It looked like those 3D-porn videos where the guy's cock is just impossibly huge.

Horses would be jealous of my son. His father's cock had been an order of magnitude bigger than the next biggest I'd ever had, but my son's was an order of magnitude bigger than that. Most women aren't a very good judge of size, thinking 8 inches is a foot, and that 5'10" guys are 6 feet. But not me, hanging out with my dad as he did hobbyist carpentry had taught me a thing or two. My son's cock was well over a foot, around 14 or maybe even 15 inches long. But as he said, that was only half the problem. The girth was unbelievable, and it was what shocked me the most, even more than the impressive length.

I stared in wonder, and as if controlled by an outside force, my hand finally came away from my mouth, reaching out and touching his dong gingerly with a couple of fingertips. A moment later, I tried wrapping my hand around it. I drink a lot of diet soda, and am familiar with the feel of a soda can in my hand. Jake's cock was a fair amount thicker than that.

My jaw hanging open, I looked up and we locked eyes. "Jake..." I started, not knowing what to say next, letting his name hang in the air. I felt his cock twitch in my hand, and I stupidly blurted out "When 'Mare and I go out, I always look for guys with big dicks." I couldn't believe I was telling my son this, but my mouth had a mind of its own and it continued "I love big cock, I adore it. I can't get enough of it. I love feeling it stretch my pussy open. I guess I'm a bit of a slut, I hope you don't hate me for saying this."

My face flushed with embarrassment. I knew my son was about to recoil in horror, put his lovely cock back into his pants and go lock himself in his bedroom. I knew that nothing would ever be the same between us again, that he'd move far away and never call me.

Instead, his cock twitched again, and if anything, became even bigger and harder. He replied "Holy shit Mom... that's so fucking hot! I've always fantasized about milfs, maybe because after failing every time with girls my age, I figured maybe an older and more experienced woman would be able to handle it."

I had my doubts, to be honest. I'd had some big cocks, and I have some big dildos, but the only thing bigger than Jake that had ever been in my pussy was, well, Jake - when he was born. But that was different, childbirth isn't sex. Besides, I'd had an epidural. The Star Trek line about "where no man has gone before" popped bizarrely into my head. There's a first time for everything, and I decided right then and there that I was going to find out if it would fit.

My eyes still locked with his, I stood up and fully disrobed. First my haltertop, revealing my small tits (I don't bother wearing bras), then my miniskirt, then my thong. My legs were together, and I hesitantly placed my feet apart so he could see everything. Jake's eyes finally broke contact with mine and attached themselves to a new target - my pussy. "Holy shit" he remarked, "it's beautiful!"

I hoped he meant it. My pussy was the only part of me that I wasn't confident about. Even having small tits didn't bother me, while so many other women had surgery to enlarge them which looked ghastly and unnatural, I just couldn't care less. It wasn't a decision to feel this way, I simply did. But my pussy was the Achilles' Heel of my self-confidence. It's funny how the source of so much pleasure could also be the source of so much shame. I never liked letting guys go down on me, or even see it.

You see, when women say promiscuity doesn't mean a loose pussy, they're right. Whether you fuck a hundred guys once each, or your boyfriend or husband a hundred times, it makes no difference. But those women aren't addicted to huge cocks and dildos. My pussy is big and open, with a permanent gape, the lips big and stretched out, hanging down prominently. And I shave, so there's no hair to hide anything. Beyond that, Im so petite and tiny that even a normal pussy would look big by comparison to my svelte body. It hadn't always been this way, it had become this way slowly over the years. And there had been a lot of those years, a lot of big cocks, a lot of big dildos. A few guys had even fisted me.

"You really like it?" I asked incredulously.

"Oh God yeah" came the reply. "I have a thing for milfs and loose pussy when I look at porn, for obvious reasons..."

That was it. My inhibitions left me in an instant. Feeling confident, and not at all myself, scarcely able to believe what I was doing, I climbed onto my son's lap just as Michelle Trachtenberg's character began kissing her brother on the screen behind me - not that either of us noticed. Looking at his eyes (which were still glued to my pussy), I grabbed his cock and straddled him.

Lube was not an issue, I'd been lubing up for the past 12 hours. I lowered myself until I could feel the head press against my entrance. As I put more and more of my weight onto his cock, I felt the familiar and lovely mix of pleasure and pain which size addicts are accustomed to. My breath quickened and took on a raspy quality, and Jake's did the same. I gyrated my hips back and forth, side to side, trying to get the monster to slip inside me. Which it did, albeit at an agonizingly slow pace. I had to pull off it a few times in pain, which thankfully went away in just seconds each time.

Finally his girth entered me fully, and from there it was smooth sailing. At this point his eyes finally left my pussy and locked onto mine. With the rubicon crossed I went lower, his cock sliding into me deeper, then deeper, then deeper still, his face becoming more and more contorted. At long last my groin met his, every last inch of him buried inside me.