All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
Lost in a fantasy of heavy, milky boobs and long penises, Kate worked her vagina. She lay on her bed, the covers thrown to the floor. The sheet was already stained where she had squirted from her first orgasm.
When she heard a faint click, she opened her eyes and shrieked. Kate quickly stopped what she was doing, reached over the side of the bed, and pulled the blanket over her. "Goodness ... Nick ... you need to knock. I'm so sorry ... that you had to see that." She held the blanket up to her chin.
"Jeez, Mom. It's only me." Nick stepped into the room. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I didn't mean for you to witness me doing that. We need locks on the ..." Kate gripped the blanket tightly, as if she thought her son would rip it from her bed. Instead, he sat down near her feet. Her eyebrows arched. "Why aren't you at school?"
"You were the one that said I should skip this morning. 'You look a little feverish, Nick. Would you like to stay home from school today?' Remember?" Nick laughed as her face relaxed. "And you don't need to be embarrassed about what you were doing. We all do it. Right? We've done it. And we're about to do it again."
"We are?" Still gripping the blanket to her chin, she watched him slip under the side of it by her feet. "Wait ... Nicky ... I'm all sticky from what I was ... oooohhhhhhh ... just doing ... and ... ooooooohhhhhh ..." Her knuckles turned white. How was an eighteen-year-old so good down there? He knew exactly which buttons to push and when. Her legs spread wider on their own. Before she let out the groans and screams of pleasure welling up inside her, she thought of something. "Is your ... ooohhhh ... sister still ... here?"
"She went ... to the ... city." Nick said, between kisses on his mother's inner thighs. His fingers worked her pussy. She was as wet as he could remember her. Had Alyson gotten her so worked up? Nick knew better than to ask.
"Ohhhhh ... thank ... goodness ... she's not ... here." Kate let out a long wail. Her hips spasmed. She was about to squirt again, all over Nick. She was so happy it didn't bother him. "Eeeeeiiiiiiiiiii." When her son's tongue found her clit, pleasure pushed all thoughts out of her brain.
After a series of orgasms that left her warm, fuzzy, and discombobulated, Kate looked up to see her son straddling her. The covers were back on the floor. Mother and son were both naked. He sat lightly on her belly, letting his heavy penis sway just above her chest. She could see it jerk ever so slightly with his pulse. The beauty of the veiny thing tugged at her mind, pulling her toward it. "It's ... gorgeous ... Nicky." She reached out and ran her fingertips along the shaft. She wiped some of the clear fluid from the head. The quantity astounded her. "Come here. I'll take care of you, sweetie." She grasped the penis and gently pulled him toward her mouth. All she could think about was that her husband's water bottle and her son's manhood were about the same size. She was going to blow his mind.
"You look happy, Mom." Nick wasn't lying. His mother glowed, her eyes bright and dreamy.
"I am, Nicky. You make me so happy. So ... very ... very ..." She opened her mouth and took in the head. She could feel his wrinkly balls resting against her chest. "Gggggppphhhhhhh." Kate gagged and choked when she tried to swallow him like the water bottle.
Seeing what she was attempting to do, and knowing that she was well capable of doing it, Nick offered advice. "You're in the wrong position. I think you need to straighten out a little to get more inside."
"Mmmmppphhhhh." Kate wondered how he knew she was trying to get more than the head in her mouth. Was this something teenage girls did now? Had cute, little Jess, his ex-girlfriend, tried that with his enormous monster? Keeping the head in her mouth, she took hold of his hips and pushed him onto his back. Her lips never left his penis. She followed him and ended up on top. Her son's advice was good, with a straighter neck, she pushed more and more of him into her throat. There was no more gagging or choking, just the thrill of taming Nick's wild thing. Soon, her head was thrusting all the way down and back up again. The first couple times she hit her nose painfully, but she quickly figured out how to ease up at the bottom of each stroke.
"Ohhhh ... Mom ... I can't believe ... you're doing this ... again."
She reached for his hand and put it on the back of her head. She wanted to feel his desire. It thrilled her when he twisted his fingers in her hair, pulling and pushing her with persistent force. She could tell he loved it. And she loved it. She tried to picture a more perfect moment. All she could come up with was suckling at Alyson's breast not all that long ago. At that thought, her vagina gushed anew. She reached down and fingered herself while giving the blowjob of her life.
Before he came, Nick pulled his mom on top of him for a sixty-nine. It was so familiar to him now, but she was experiencing it for the first time. The way she hummed around his dick signaled her approval. When he came, she tried to swallow but ended up sputtering and letting his cum fly.
When they had regained their senses, Kate offered to wash Nick in the shower. Nick declined the offer. It wasn't easy to turn her down, but he didn't trust himself. Instead, they stripped the bedding together, showered separately, and met in the kitchen for a late lunch.
After lunch, Nick indulged his mom's video game fantasy in the basement for a third time. Or first time, depending on how he looked at. Just like the last time, she baked cookies for the event, but they went uneaten until much later. After the blowjob in the basement, Nick took care of his mom's pussy again. By the time they cleaned and dressed, they still had an hour or so before Kate needed to start dinner. She suggested a walk.
Together, the two of them took a long, pleasant stroll into the nature preserve near their house. Kate did most of the talking, telling him things she'd never before shared about his aunt and grandparents. He was such a good listener. She was surprised when he slapped her butt good-naturedly a couple times. She told him it was okay, so long as no one was around. And there wasn't anyone else about. She supposed he was excited from all they had done together. And how could she blame him? She was excited, too. Of course, she wasn't going around smacking any butts. But she wasn't a teenager either.
When they returned home, they both had color in their cheeks and had broken a light sweat. Mother and son cooked dinner, set the table, and opened up a bottle of wine. Kate offered him a glass. She figured if he was going to behave with maturity, she would treat him with maturity. They were laughing and drinking in the kitchen when Alyson returned home. The mood changed instantly when they saw her tears.
"Did you talk to Chris?" Nick could guess what had happened.
Alyson sobbed, nodded, and ran up to her room.
"Oh, dear. I better go talk to her." Kate put down her glass of wine.
"No, I've got this." Nick set his half-empty glass next to hers. He smiled at her surprised expression. "Alyson and I have grown closer lately. You rest here. If I need the big guns, I'll call you in."
"Okay." Kate sighed. It would be nice if she didn't have to handle every one of Alyson's relationship hiccups. Her daughter didn't always have the best judgment with men. She had hoped Chris would be different. "I'll be here." She offered her cheek and he kissed it.
Nick found Alyson in her room. "So, what happened, Alyson?"
"It ... was ... the ... same ... thing," Alyson sobbed. She took several deep breaths. "He said I had let myself go ... even before the wedding ... so it meant I didn't care if he was attracted to me. I should have ... waited to talk to him ... until my boobs went back to normal tomorrow." She gestured to her breasts with disgust.
Nick thought about that. He was suddenly gripped with fear that Enki would return his dick and balls back to "normal," as Alyson said. She had mentioned it before, but now that he was on the edge of Friday, the idea hit with more force. He tried to think of it from his sister's perspective. "We don't know what will happen tomorrow. Maybe we'll go back to how we looked before, maybe not. Whatever happens, I think you're beautiful. And Chris will see that."
Or more likely, he won't. But I will.
Nick wisely kept the last part to himself.
"Thanks, Nicky. You're right. He loves me. Even if I don't change back, he'll see past my boobs." Alyson wiped some tears away. "He might even grow to like them, like you do." She could see her brother's kiss-me face from a mile away. Her body longed to lean into it, but instead she put a finger to his lips. "I can't go into Friday still doing that stuff with you." She watched the disappointment wash over his face. If only he knew how much it pained her, too. "I'm sorry, Nick. But you understand."
"Yeah, sure." Nick stood up and took a deep breath. "Dad should be home soon, let's go down to dinner. I'm sure everything will turn out okay with Chris."
