He Is Just Too Big for Me

I got him. Right on his tail, drafting down the straightaway at 300 kmh.

The hair pin turn at the end.

I mapped out practiced this move on the simulator until it I got it right.

I know he tends to drift to the outer rim of the curve before he slingshots down the short straighaway to the finish line.

But... add in the fact that he has cruised to 15 victories in a row, he didn't need a fast finish in past races.

He does today.

I begged the crew to get me a couple more horsepower in case I needed it.

The regulations are so tight, they might have to cheat them.

Just win baby.

Hard braking into the corner.

I cut the curve tight. He drifted out!

Yes!

I slung out in front of him by a half a car length.

Two kilos to the checkered flag.

A 300 kilometer race coming down to the last 2.

Pedal to the medal.

I was holding the lead.

Then the crew chief barked over the radio, 'He is catching you.'

I drifted towards him hoping he will slow down.

He is too smart, avoiding the drift, but adding precious extra meters to complete his journey.

One kiloto go. We are in front of the huge grandstand.

Mom and Rowan rooting me on.

A quarter of a car length. My lead slowly eroding.

I can feel it. A strange feeling. I don't ever lose.

Hold on, hold on... where are my extra horsepower!!!

He inched forward.

Half kilo to go.

I see the white paint of the finish line, worn by the travels of $15 million dollar cars

The flag marshal holding the checkered flag out, but not unfurled.

We were wheel to wheel with 100 meters to go.

I hold steady, a straight line, straight line, minimize distance.

Whoosh! We pass the waving flag. I can't tell who won.

We both slow down to take a lap. A victory lap for one of us.

The crowd was going crazy!

But I know, it is a hometown crowd for Emilio.

Maybe, just maybe, the crowd applauded for the female underdog.

An about to turn 19 year old female rookie on the circuit, driving in her first F1 race.

A driver already with a modeling career posing in tasteful magazines and online sites in just one year.

Offers to star in porn videos based on one AI viral sex scene posted by someone, not me.

It looked like we fucked, AI generated lies.

I am still a virgin.

Over the radio, my crew chief blared in my ear, 'He won.'

I replied, 'You mean I fucking lost! I told you I needed the extra power. Where was it?'

'You needed more of a bigger lead out of the curve.'

'Fuck you! I timed it just right. A half car length. Any other crew would have done their job right.'

'Maura, we will talk about this later.'

'She is going to fire me. I fucking guaranteed a win.'

'Maura, come to the pit. She is already here with her entourage.'

I sighed. My first loss in three years. Yes the competition in those wins not F1 level but no one else had a streak like that... ever.

He stopped on the finish line as I cruised by slow.

He gave me the finger, then put it in his mouth. He saw the AI video. Who hasn't by now?

Over the grandstand speaker. 'Emilio Garcia, Another victory.'

Crew chief back on the radio, 'Margin of victory one hundredth of a second.'

Fuck. So close. But if you don't win, you are a loser.

I pulled into our pit.

The crew helping me exit the car.

They were exuberant, so happy.

One of the team members congratulated me on a great race.

I told him, 'We lost. Don't ever do that again.'

He walked away like a scolded puppy, tail between it's leg.

Over the grandstand speaker.

'Yes, yes, a huge thanks to my crew. Our car was way better than the competition.'

i wouldn't say way better, but the victor get the spoils.

'And this race proves that there is no room for women in this sport. She proved her inferior driving skills are not good enough to win. It's sad, she should stick with her video career. That is where she excels.'

You are fucking kidding me!

I was free of the car, still holding my helmet. I ran to his winner circle celebration that was under way.

I heard my crew chief yell, 'Stop her!'

Too fast. I made it to the crowd surrounding the asshole.

Too many people surrounding him.

I flung my helmet at him.

It hit him in the head. He dropped like a rag doll.

I turned and calmly walked back, not giving a fuck about the injury severity.

Fuck him, fuck him, I kept muttering as the crew caught up to me and ushered me back to our pit.

Uh oh, the owner was standing there.

We made eye contact.

She started clapping.

I shouted out to everyone, 'Where is Jimmy? Where the fuck is Jimmy?'

I asked the boss, 'Do you know where Jimmy is?'

Her husband said, 'Here he comes.'

'Where was my fucking extra horsepower? I needed it. We lost because of it,' I screamed at him.

'We couldn't do it without breaking the rules. You are rookie, we are a new team, they are all over the car.'

'He cheated! He broke the rules. File a protest, he fucking cheated. No way he could make up a half car length.'

'And find a judge. We need to file a TRO stopping him from getting the money until they crawl all over his car.'

Jimmy said, 'He is last years champ, always passed post race inspections.'

'So? If you can't do it, who can?'

I looked at the boss.

'Can you do it?'

'We can handle the TRO. Jimmy file the protest now,' she ordered.

I overheard the boss to her husband, 'Love this girl. She is going places.'

I thought about how I talked to the boss.

'I apologize. I shouldn't be yelling at you like that.'

She hugged me and said, 'Don't! You are right. We won. Time to prove it'

'Thanks boss. I promised you I would deliver wins and a championship for your team. We can't be cheated out of the first win. I will deliver.'

She said, 'Go ahead, your fans and media await you. Tell them what we are doing. Be gracious. Don't apologize for the helmet. The asshole deserved it.'

I turned around. Bigger crowd than he had. Fuck, I hate this part, I am just a driver, not Taylor Swift... or a porn star.

***

'Mom, she lost! I can't believe it. By a hundredth of second nonetheless,' he said.

'Look at the crowd around her, jeez. She will hate it,' he continued.

'I know. Let's catch up with her at the boss's dinner. It's at her castle,' I said.

He really didn't hear me. He has one thing and only thing on his mind.

'Yeah, let's go back to the hotel,' he said slyly.

'Great idea.'

*

'Mom, why the two bedrooms?'

'If we have visitors, I don't want to explain away sleeping in the same bed.'

'I don't care. Let's flaunt it,' he said.

'No, no way especially if your sister joins us.'

'She will be no fun. I remember her last loss, she was a real bitch.'

'Yes, I know.'

She is so driven to win, so used to winning. That's what makes her special.

'How about a quick swim before we go to the dinner?' he asked.

I know the game he wants to play.

'Yeah, that sounds like fun.'

'I will change in my bedroom, go change Mom.'

I changed into my swimsuit. A bikini with three small pieces of cloth tied together with strings.

I will wear my coverup and do the reveal at just the right time. He is in for a treat - again.

I wove back and forth out to the bed. My coverup was open.

His eyes closed as I approached him.

There was room on the bed to sit next to him. I took off my coverup ignoring the need to reposition the cloth swatches on my nipples.

I put my hand on his inner thigh, just short of the bottom of his filled up speedo. He opened his eyes.

Time to play act out our little game.

'How was your swim?' I asked.

'Good. How was yours?' he asked.

He was staring at my breasts. He loved how big they are. Really big. I pulled the string behind my neck to drop the skimpy top off.

'It was great. I hope you don't mind,' I said as I pointed to my bare breasts.

He managed a reply. Of course he didn't mind.

'Where is Dad?'

Another part of the game.

I moved in close, my lips inches from his.

'Dad is traveling again. We are alone.'

'Really?'

He acted surprised. Great acting.

'Yes really.'

I kissed him while I moved my hand onto his bulge. He returned my kiss. We moved to open mouth tongue sucking.

Palming his speedo covered penis, I moved up and down along the long shaft waiting for a signal of growth.

It was working.

No matter how many times I suck him off, I am still impressed with how big my son is.

'Baby, can I suck your cock? I am very good. Can I show you?'

'Mom, we can't. What are you thinking?'

'The only thing I have in mind is to deep throat your cock.'

He slipped his speedo off. He has the biggest cock. I think I am going to flunk the test again.

'Go for it Mom.'

Holding his long cock in my hand, I spent a moment to appreciate the size and thickness of this monster again.

Just holding it, the blood was rushing in to make him hard. He was excited.

I held it up to look at his scrotum. The large balls drooping down, pulling the sack along with them.

Enough examination, I spit on the head to begin the saliva soaking of his cock.

Spreading my wetness up and down the shaft, I repeated the spitting and spreading. It was a good start, time to do more.

I kissed and licked the head.

His cock had grown.

I took the large head in just past my lips, sucking on it, twirling my tongue around it. He shifted slightly.

Placing my right hand down on the base, using my left hand to stroke the long thickness, I moved up and down, cock in and out of my mouth letting the tip of the head rest on my extended tongue.

I backed off and drooled more saliva down the shaft, gently spreading it around on my son's huge cock.

I drooled and drooled until I was satisfied every inch was soaked.

Back in my mouth, I always experiment with how deep I can go to get the head at my throat opening.

I never get used to how thick it is! I had to open as wide as I could to let more and more in.

Contact, the head was in my throat opening. I forced myself to push down to make it spread open my throat. Too big! Too thick! Damn! I gagged. I always gag on his cock!

'I am sorry, again, I can't do it.'

'No worries, Mom. Get on top of me.'

'Ok, sorry, so sorry. I will do it one of these times.'

I don't think I ever will.

I straddled the bed. I lowered my pussy down to the head.

Fuck! Now I am not sure if I can take it all in again.

He saw my hesitation. He held his cock in place.

'Push down Mom, you can do it.'

I gave it a try. It felt like I was forcing a fence post into my pussy. Slow lowering was not getting it done. I pushed down with all my might.

I felt the head pass by my lips, enter my vagina, filling up the whole area, his girth stimulating all the nerves right there at entrance.

I dropped down until I felt the resistance of his stiff rod. Full stop.

I peeked between my legs, I could see the last of the uncovered shaft. He returned his hand to the bottom to hold it steady. I pushed down again. No progress.

Fuck it, he is just too big for me. Something must be wrong with my pussy.

I moved up and down on the shaft, with every cycle it began to feel familiar. I could feel my wetness pouring out on that thick shaft. Oh I love it.

Picking up the speed I looked for a reaction. His eyes were closed and he had a big grin across his handsome face. I was doing something right!

Finally!

I leaned in to kiss that face. Passionate kissing that you only engage in when fucking.

I gyrated my hips up and down to the stopping point but then, just focused on the top half.

Picking up the pace I knew where I was heading. Make him cum, make me cum.

He broke off the kiss.

'Mom, why are you still so tight! Fuck! I think, I know I'm going to cum.'

I am not that tight, it is he is just so big.

'Hold on, hold on, I am almost there.'

I reached my clit to squeeze and squeeze while working his cock.

He screamed, 'I can't, I can't. I can't cum again in my Mom!'

Part of the game. It gets him excited knowing he is about to cum in his mother.

'Yes you can! That's an order. Mommy wants your cum. Do it again.'

I felt an explosion before I heard his moans.

'I am cumming, I am cumming. Make it good for you Mom.'

While his cum poured into my pussy, I wiggled up and down, forcing the shaft to collide with my swollen clit. Fuck!

'Oh baby, hold me, I am trembling, I am cumming too.'

He kept on spurting and spurting in me like he would never stop. He held me tight as that special feeling rolled through my body, my brain overwhelmed with pleasure.

'So fucking good,' I whispered in his ear.

'So fucking good,' he said back.

Fifty one times we fucked. Tonight will be number fifty two.

'Come on, let's shower and get dressed. The car is picking us up in an hour.'

'A car?'

'Yes, the boss is sending a car to take us to the dinner in their castle.'

'Man, how cool is that?'

'Pretty cool.'

***

I hate this socializing crap. I would prefer doing my research on the Sao Paulo course.

The boss had her people pick out clothes and do my make up and hair.

There will be other team owners and select media tonight. She wants me to show a softer and even sexier side of me.

I am a virgin. Good luck with that. I drive guys away like they are flies. Unless they can help me win, I have no interest in the them.

The ladies were done. They took me to a full length mirror.

'Holy shit! Is that me?'

'Yes, you look beautiful,' one of them said.

A low cut dress was so not me. The inside of my breasts visible. The hem so high I don't know how I am going to sit down without showing my panties - the black lace panties they gave me.

The high heels are not going to cut it. I was already falling out of them.

The women said, 'You are going to attract a lot of attention. Just wait. We are right.'

Yeah right.

I took a side view. My breasts jutting out, pushed up by this strange bra.

My racing bra smashing down my breasts to fit in my racing outfit.

'You are ready Maura. Go, go meet your fans.'

I walked out. I could hear the crowd in the spacious living area. This place is amazing. So many corridors, so many rooms.

I will explore later. Time to get this over with.

***

'Mom, look at this place. It's a castle!'

'I told you so. The exterior preserved, the interior totally renovated. I have seen the pictures. It looks like a luxury hotel much like the one we are staying in.'

'Wow is all I can say.'

We approached the door. I so wanted to hold Mom's hand. I thought back to the hotel bed. We are so good in bed. So good. I can't wait to get her back to her bed.

The door opened before we knocked.

A ravishing woman greeted us.

She said, 'Hi there. Maura's Mom and brother I presume?'

She wearing a stylish cocktail hour dress.

So sexy!

I was tongue tied. Mom answered.

'Yes - Gillian and Rowan.'

'I am Laura. Nice to meet you. Come on in. Most of the guests are here.'

God she is so beautiful. Mom told me she was 44 years old. I can't believe it.

'Mom, I get excited looking at her.'

'You really are horny tonight Rowan.'

Following Laura, we walked into the living area.

There must have been 100 people, but the area comfortably held them.

I checked out the crowd. Most had a European flair. Must be Formula 1 people.

But off in the corner with a crowd of people surrounding her, a woman stood out in the whole crowd.

'Mom, check out that young beauty. Check her out with the low cut and short skirt dress. I think I am in love with a younger woman. So fucking sexy.'

'Ro, that's your sister.'

'No fucking way. She doesn't dress like that.'

'Yes fucking way. Look closely at her.'

She was right. Damn, I was getting a hard on just looking at her.

For some reason, Mom looked at my crotch.

'Are you getting hard looking at your sister? Really?'

I lied.

'No, I was thinking about how we could find a room in this massive castle and... you know... do it.'

'That's a great idea.'

Mom walked up to Laura.

'Hi Laura. Would you mind if Rowan and I look around?'

'No, not at all, just don't get lost. It is easy to do.'

We moved to the second floor. There was a third floor, more like a half floor.

'Let's check out this third floor,' Mom said.

The stairs led to a long corridor. We started checking the rooms. All bedrooms, all king size poster beds. Slightly different decor.

We checked four bedrooms., all king sized poster beds. Two on each side. At the end of the corridor, another bedroom. Much larger. Included a couch and large chair.

'This is it Mom.'

We entered and sat on the bed.

i began began massaging her shoulders, neck, and upper arms.

'That feels so good,' she purred.

'I can make you feel even better Mom.'

'I would like that,' she said.

'Stand up Mom.'

I wrapped my arms around her from behind, just below her breasts. I kissed her on the neck, once on each side.

'Hmmm, more, more Rowan.'

'I will make you feel better. Better than anyone else ever did, better than anyone ever again.

She turned around still within my arms, my hands on her lower back, but quickly dropped to her butt. Gently squeezing, then a little slap. Pulling her forward against my crotch.

Our faces inches apart. I moved in closer, my lips aligning to her lips.

They touched, we kissed and then she let loose, mauling my lips, seeking, then finding my tongue.

She sucked on it hard, all the time I was thinking she gives the best blowjobs.

I took her hand and placed it on my erection.

She rubbed it up and down the best she could in close quarters.

I pulled up her skirt and slipped my hands in her panties. My arousal pinning the meter.

She said, 'Pull them down.'

My bare hands resting on her butt, I pulled the panties out and down. They fell down to her ankles. She stepped out of the them. I kicked them out of the way.

I squuezed together her pussy and pulled on them while I maneuvered her against the door.

I let loose of her pussy lips and pinned her arms up above her head and with one hand. The other hand worked on getting my cock out.

Success. I felt the head wandering around her pussy before coming to rest on her labia.

'Can I fuck you Mom?' I asked.

'Why do you ask? Yes, please fuck me.'

I slowly pushed in. I felt the head splitting her outer and inner lips apart as it started its travel down into her vagina.

It felt so good, she needs this, I need to give her another good fucking.

All the way in, the girth at the bottom of my shaft, further splitting her open.

Damn! Still impressed on how 40 year old can have such a tight pussy.

'You like?' I asked.

I knew, I knew what I brought to her party.

'Yes. Mommy likes it. Stop asking and fuck me.'

I know she does. Every time.

I started.

Manic in my fucking. Her buttocks smashed against the door.

I like it, I like fucking standing up, I like trapping her against the door, this guy, her son fucking her oh sooo hard. My cock igniting her arousal.

So sexy, so erotic, I love it. I want more of the standup fucking.

'Call me a slut, stop the good Mommy stuff, treat me like a slut you picked up off the street,' she said.

I started pounding her so hard, the slapping sound of pelvis against pelvis, her ass colliding with the door. All that louder than my grunts and moans.

I kept on saying, 'So tight, so fucking exciting, you cock loving slut.'

My grunts louder, the moaning longer.

My sweat dripping onto her $500 blouse. Shit!

Hurry the fuck up Mr. Mother Fucker.

She wrapped her legs around my back.

'Rowan, fuck me, fuck Mommy harder, cum inside me baby, Mommy needs your big cum load,' she said.

'Oh my slutty Mommy, your son is going to cum in you.'