It was ten inches long and it had an eye-watering thickness. Its head was a dark shade of purple, making it look like a grotesque mushroom. When he saw that her eyes were on it he started waving it in front of her like a weapon, trying to intimidate her, but she wasn't worried. In fact, she was amused.
Scornfully, she said, "That doesn't frighten me. I've had bigger cocks than that," and then, to deflate his ego and wipe the smile from his face, she added, "A lot bigger."
That's when it got too much for me, I had to stop reading it. Looking at David, I said, "I can't believe it. That story won third prize. Some women might like reading stories about ridiculously large cocks, but I don't."
He was nodding in agreement, and then he spoke.
"It's not very good. I could write a better story than that."
His response got me thinking.
He might be able to do that, but if it was a joint effort, both of us working together, then it was a certainty. But was he up for it?
"The website says that there is another competition next month. That's plenty of time for us to write a story. Should we enter it?"
I was expecting him to be enthusiastic, to quickly say yes, but he was thinking about it.
"I'd really like to, but I have too much work to do. My essay on earthquakes is supposed to be finished by next week, and I've only done half of it. It's going to take a few late nights if I'm going to get it finished by then. And after that there will be another one to write, but we haven't been told yet what the subject will be."
I was disappointed, but what he'd said made sense. Writing erotic stories was his hobby, to be done when he had some free time. His first priority, as always, was his Geology degree.
"I'm not in the mood, but I'm going to do some of it now."
He'd said it without any enthusiasm, and he wasn't getting up from his chair. I knew that it would be easy for me to persuade him to stay and read some more of the stories, but he was my Son, and I wanted him to be successful, so with an encouraging smile, I said, "That's a good idea."
When he left, I was going to go as well, but I changed my mind. I was eager to see how good the runner-up was. The kitchen was in a mess and I had other household chores to do, but all that could wait. I didn't have a job so what I didn't do today I could do tomorrow. There were many reasons why I loved Jim, and one of them, that was very important to me, was that he was a successful business man earning lots of money. So, selfishly, I could be a lady of leisure!
'Adam & Eve, a tender love story'
I liked the title of it, and it started off well, lots of character building and scene setting, but then it hit rock bottom when it came to the first sex scene. Another author that thought that making the male member enormous was a good idea.
She'd never been with a man before but she instinctively knew how to give head. His eleven and a half inches was a challenge, but she swallowed all of it, and without gagging. His very impressive cock would have choked another woman, but not her. She wished that he had more to give her!
Eve hadn't choked, but I nearly did, through laughing. I couldn't believe it. This story had nearly won the top prize. Perhaps it gets better? What I'd read might just have been a blip, and the rest was well-written.
Twenty five minutes later, after reading all of it, my opinion hadn't changed. It was awful. Was the winner any better? There was only one way to find out. It was written by Hugh Mongous, and that name, while not being particularly subtle, made me laugh.
It wasn't a long story and I'd finished reading it in just under fifteen minutes. I was now smiling because it was a worthy winner. It was full of exquisite prose, and it had characters that you could believe were real. The sex scenes were subtle, but they were also highly erotic. The following was a good example of that.
Her breasts were now exposed, but he wasn't touching them. He was just looking at them, admiring their beauty. When he suddenly looked up, and their eyes locked, she smiled, and that's when his hands reached for her. She shuddered when he cupped her large mounds, and then, when he started to tenderly caress them, she purred. One of his hands suddenly went between her legs, and she didn't try to stop him because it was where she wanted it to be. That's when she knew that she would give herself fully to him, and that afterwards she would have no regrets.
Reading the other two had left me cold, but this one had aroused me. It had given me an itch between my legs that needed to be scratched, but it would be at least another hour before Jim was home. Could I wait that long? You would think so. I was a mature woman, forty one years of age, and not some teenager with raging hormones. I should be able to control my emotions. But the answer was no!
After taking my panties off I sat back down on the chair. My hand was now between my wide open legs, and my fingers were on my wet pussy, but they weren't moving. I was setting the scene in my head before starting. The two lovers from the winning story had ended up in bed together, and that's what I would be thinking about while I pleasured myself. I would imagine that I was Alice, the woman that had been seduced by her parish priest.
The first touch of my clit, by a single finger, made me gasp, and my pussy got even wetter. The second touch was firmer, and this time I moaned. I closed my eyes. This wasn't going to be as good as Jim fucking me, but it would keep me going until I could have his cock.
When I suddenly sat up, with my eyes wide open, it wasn't because I'd come, it was because I'd thought of something. I was such a fool. I was fingering myself because Jim wasn't here, but my Son was. I didn't need to wait for cock, I could have his, and his was the better one!
Three weeks ago we'd crossed a line. It wasn't a subtle one, that was difficult to see, it was clear and obvious. We'd committed the ultimate taboo, a Mother and Son had become lovers.
I'd accidentally discovered that he was writing an erotic story. He'd inadvertently left the document open on his computer and I'd read it. It was his attempt to be creative, to do something that was completely different to his studies. However, he wasn't very good at it, so I'd agreed to help him. While doing that we'd been overcome by lust. We hadn't tentatively crossed that line, we'd enthusiastically jumped over it while holding hands!
I should be racked with guilt. My Son was twenty, with very little sexual experience. He'd never slept with a woman before. It was understandable that he hadn't been able to control his emotions, but I should have been able to. I was much older than him, and I was his Mother. If anybody was to be blamed, then it should be me.
But I wasn't feeling guilty, and nobody should be blamed. Society might say that what we'd done was wrong, but I didn't care. Before we'd become intimate, David was shy, lacking in self-confidence, but he was now changing, becoming more self-assured.
So had we done it, and were continuing to do it, just for my Son's benefit? Was I the loving Mother who was sacrificing herself for her Son? No, my motives were completely selfish. I was enjoying having a good looking young man in my bed, especially one that had a nice cock. It was seven inches long and it was thick. Big enough to give pleasure, but not a monster cock that was uncomfortable. And, as I'd recently discovered, it was perfect for my pussy.
While I made my way upstairs I was smiling, in anticipation of what was to happen, but it suddenly disappeared when I was in his room and he spoke to me.
"No, I need to work on this essay. It's important," and then as an afterthought, he added, "Sorry."
I couldn't believe it, he'd rejected me. I'd come straight out with it, telling him that I wanted him to fuck me, and he'd turned me down. His Father, even though he is now fifty, would have said yes straight away and then his hands would have been all over me. I knew that I should keep my dignity, that I should leave with my head held high, but that strong feeling between my legs was controlling me. I needed his cock deep up my pussy, and I wasn't going to leave without that happening, even if that meant that I had to beg.
His back was now towards me, and he was looking at the computer screen. He was acting as if I wasn't there. I could see that on it was his stupid essay. I wanted to reach over and delete it, but that would be silly. He was ignoring me and I didn't like it. I was his Mother and he should show me some respect. I wanted to shout at him, but I knew that if I did he was never going to fuck me. I needed to stay calm, but that might be difficult because my emotions were running high.
He was a young man and I was offering him sex, so if I was patient, I should be able to persuade him. I wasn't a young woman with massive tits, that had nipples that still pointed upwards, and I'll admit to a few extra pounds around my waist, but I knew that I looked good for my age. I definitely had enough to entice him. I just needed to try harder, and if I did, then his resistance would crumble.
With my hand on his shoulder, I slowly said, in a seductive voice, "You wouldn't believe how wet my pussy is. It's gushing. And I'm not wearing any panties. You can do anything you want to it."
He was continuing to type, so it hadn't worked. I needed to say more.
After giggling like a schoolgirl that was going to do something naughty, I said, "Put your big cock deep up my little pussy. You know that you want to empty your balls into it. If you make me come then I'll scream like a bitch for you."
This time he stopped typing, and then, after giving a deep sigh, he said, "Of course I want to, but it will have to be a quick one."
I was now smiling again, quick was what I needed.
"Bend over and spread your legs."
It was a command rather than a request, but it was one that I was happy to obey.
While I was doing that he stood up. I was now on all fours and he was behind me. When I heard him unzip himself I gave a little shudder. This was going to be good. Reading those stories had got me excited. My pussy was on fire, and my Son's cock was going to extinguish it.
The head of his swollen member was now parting my lips, but then, before it entered me, he suddenly stopped. And I knew why, because I'd heard it as well. The sound of Jim's heavy footsteps on the stairs.
He was home early!
Fortunately for us his destination was the bathroom, so that gave us time to sort ourselves out. After that, he came to our room, and when he opened the door there was nothing to see. We were back to normal. David was seated in front of the monitor, and I was next to him, and because I wasn't wearing any panties, I'd made sure that my knees were together and that my skirt was straight.
"What time are we eating?"
"In about an hour."
"Can't it be sooner, I'm starving?"
I could hear the annoyance in his voice, and it irritated me. I'd spent a long time preparing it and it was now in the oven, cooking. He would just have to wait. On another day I'd tell him that, and we'd end up arguing. That would put him in a bad mood. Tonight I needed him to fuck me, so I didn't want to rock the boat.
Calmly, and while giving him a disarming smile, I said, "It will be worth the wait. It's your favourite."
