Mom's Cocksman was super-sized to 200+ pages from a collaboration with Klrxo. It is purely fictional and all characters are over the age of 18. This fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content. This story is the property of the author.
One evening after his shift at the grocery store, Paul came home to find his Mom, Lynne, in the living room doing yoga in a tight tank top and shorts that hugged her delicious curves. She looked up at him and smiled as she moved into downward dog, her tight, rounded ass pointed toward him.
"Hi honey, how was work today?" she asked casually, as if she wasn't purposely giving him an eyeful.
"Um, fine," Paul mumbled, feeling his cock stir in his pants at the sight of his sexy Mom bent over like that. He tried not to stare as he headed to the kitchen for a snack.
While Paul ate a protein bar, Lynne finished her yoga stretches and joined him in the kitchen, dabbing sweat from her deep cleavage with a small towel. "A bunch of women at the studio were asking about you today," she mentioned, pouring herself some coconut water. "Apparently word has gotten around about your win at the Taekwondo tournament last weekend. And a certain part of your anatomy that was on display through your uniform as you jumped around throwing kicks and punches."
Paul had worked really hard to earn his black belt and winning the tournament gave him some much needed confidence. He did notice that some of the moms seemed to be staring at him during the trophy presentation and a few who were friends with his Mom gave him celebratory hugs that surprised him. Paul was hoping that winning would help him find a girlfriend but all he had to show for his victory was a trophy and a hard cock that needed more relief than his hands could provide.
Paul nearly choked on his bar. "What? Why are your friends checking me out?" He paused. "Who are you talking about?"
Lynne shrugged. "You're a very attractive young man, Paul. Women notice. Even...older women. I know they love it when you load their groceries in their cars at the store. They love it when you fill their trunks with a load." Her eyes flickered down to his crotch for just a second.
He shifted uncomfortably, surprised but thrilled that his own beautiful Mom was talking about him like this.
Lynne stepped closer, placing a hand on his muscular arm. "I'm not surprised they're interested. I see how hard you work on this incredible body. How dedicated you are." Her hand slid up to squeeze his bicep. "Mm so strong..."
Paul's breathing quickened, his teenage hormones raging, cock now fully hard and erect, trapped between his jeans and abdomen. "Mom..."
"Paul..." she retorted playfully.
The teen's heart raced as his Mother caressed his arm, her touch both comforting and electrifying. He'd been noticing his Mom in a different way lately, no longer just as his parent but as a beautiful, sensual woman.
At 43, Lynne was a total knockout. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her tan, toned shoulders. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with mischief. And her body - those enormous, heavy breasts straining against her tank top, her narrow waist flaring out to shapely hips, her juicy ass filling out her yoga shorts perfectly. She looked like she belonged in the centerfold of a magazine, not in a suburban kitchen.
More and more, Paul's teenage fantasies and feverish masturbation sessions centered around his own Mother and her alluring curves. Lynne looked something like Léa Drucker from the French film Last Summer, especially when she was dressed up for professional events in tight dresses and high heels.
As an inexperienced virgin who had barely even kissed a girl, his knowledge of sex was limited to furtive internet searches of blondes who happened to look a little like his Mom. Lately, he was obsessed with Sandra Otterson who he love to watch because the well-endowed men in her videos gave Paul confidence in the size of his own penis. He definitely measured up to the guys in the videos, but his lack of experience was a constant source of frustration.
This led Paul to read about sexual techniques on the internet where he found information from ancient books like the Kama Sutra. His growing interest in Eastern philosophy and culture let him to the erotic text which fascinated him because it was filled with sexual positions and techniques far beyond his naïve imaginings. He couldn't help but picture trying all of them with his sexy Mom.
Lynne's hand lingered on his muscles, her face close to his. The sexual tension between them was palpable. "You know," she purred, "I wasn't much older than you when I had my first experience getting fucked by an older man. He helped me understand my body and awakened me to so much pleasure I never knew existed."
Paul swallowed hard. "Mom, what are you saying..."
She looked into his eyes. "I'm saying you're a strong, virile young man. If you ever wanna learn, to practice, to get some hands-on experience..." Her hand drifted lower, brushing his abs and playing with the waistband of his shorts. "You should definitely find an older woman to teach and guide you."
"You, um, really think so?" the boy asked, his heart racing from her touch.
"I know so," she replied, her eyes lingering on his suggestively. "If a quick lay is what you're looking for, find a girl your age. But if you want your socks blown off, find yourself a Mom to teach you things," Lynne winked.
Over the next week, the sexual tension between Paul and his Mother continued to build. Lynne's flirting became more and more overt.
She would "accidentally" brush up against him, letting her plump tits graze his arm. Sometimes, he could even feel her hard nipples through the fabric.
While watching TV together on the couch, Lynne would drape her silky smooth legs across his lap, letting his rigid fuck-muscle dig against her flesh. She loved feeling it throb beneath his jeans.
Every morning, she made sure to give him a long, intimate hug before he left for school, pressing her pillowy chest against his firm pecs and whispering in his ear how much she adored her "handsome young man." After a week or so of this, Lynne started giving Paul a quick peck on the lips just like she did to his father when he left for work. Then one morning, she shocked Paul by slipping her tongue against his lips during their new morning ritual. Paul couldn't think straight as he quickly walked out the door, his cock twitching in his pants at the feeling lingering on his lips.
Paul was in a constant state of arousal but now his teenage hormones were set in hyperdrive by his beautiful Mom and all of the teasing she seemed to be doing on purpose. He ached for sexual experience and his Mom was the focus of the carnal knowledge he wanted to learn.
Paul didn't know what to do so he worked out harder at the expense of some of his sparring partners and he took on more shifts at the store to the delight of some of the moms who shopped there. He also jerked off as much as he could but for some reason his Mom would always interrupt him whenever he tried to find a private moment at home.
When he was in his room too long his Mom would knock loudly on the door with a chore for him to do. If he was in the shower too long, she would bang on the door and tell him to hurry up. Once she even opened the door while he was showering and pulled the curtain open, tossing a towel at him telling him he was late. She smiled as she surveyed his body and then walked away leaving Paul with a throbbing erection and even stronger fantasies of being his Mom's lover.
When Paul's hormonal frustration finally got the better of him a week later, he worked up the courage to talk to his Mom about what she had suggested about finding an older woman to teach him about sex.
"Mom," he said shyly one night after dinner while his dad was watching a game on TV. "Remember when you said I should find an older woman to um, help me? You know to... teach me? Uh, to train me like you said?" Paul was stammering with nerves and excitement. "Did you... did you have anyone in particular in mind for me? Maybe one of your divorced friends or something?"
Just the thought of being with an older woman caused Paul's dick to stiffen involuntarily, straining against his jeans.
A slow, seductive smile spread across Lynne's beautiful face as she listened to his awkward inquiry. "Oh, I think I know someone who might be interested in helping you out. But did you have someone in particular in mind? I think I know who you have in mind, baby. But I want to hear who you think would be a good teacher for you in the special way we talked about. Who do you want to teach you all about the things a man and a woman can do together?"
Lynne stepped toward Paul and rested her hand on his chest a beat too long, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Uh, maybe Mrs... um... I think Mrs. Welch from your yoga studio is pretty." Paul said unable to look his Mom directly in the eyes. "And um, I think my Sally Haines from down the street has a... um, nice body."
"Really? Paul I thought I knew your type but maybe I was wrong. I am surprised you think Bobby's Mom has a nice body." Lynne retorted as she took a deep breath that drew Paul's attention to her rising cleavage.
"She is fit, I will give you that. But her breasts are a little small aren't they? I thought teenage boys liked big, full tits on a woman. Big enough that they spill out of a bra and jiggle for anyone who may be looking." She added, shimmying a little to cause her tit flesh to wobble for her son's pleasure.
Paul didn't know what to say as his cock started to flex, standing in such close proximity to his beautiful Mother. "I, uh... well, yes, I do like big..."
"Tits, Paul. You can say 'tits' in front of me. I think I have the kind of tits you like don't I?" Lynne shimmied a little more for her son. "But back to finding a teacher for you, do you really want to be your teacher? I have heard that Lucy Welch is sexually adventurous but I thing you need someone really special to teach you how to use this hard body." The blonde Mom patted her son's six-pack stomach for effect, her fingers almost grazing the blood-filled cock in his jeans.
Paul's heart pounded in his chest. "Who do you think would help me out..."
