Mom's Cocsman

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..."

"I don't know Paul... It might depend on how hard you would work and how discreet and good you can be... But I think I know someone who would love to work with you." Lynne looked straight at her son. "Do you know who I am thinking about?"

Paul took a deep breath, then whispered, "Maybe, uh, you, Mom?"

Lynne leaned into her son and whispered back, "Who better? I'm very good and experienced and I know you so well. I can teach you everything to know to be an amazing lover. A true cocksman." She moved closer to his ear, her hand resting on his thigh, teasingly close to his boner. "That is, if you wanna learn from your own Mom."

His foggy mind raced with possibilities. Could she actually be suggesting what he thought? Did she feel the same forbidden attraction that he did and want to be his sex teacher?

"Yes," he breathed. "I really want that. I want to learn everything so I can be prepared." He hesitated, not knowing what his Mom was really suggesting. "I want to be ready for when I have sex for the first time. I've never even had a girlfriend or really even kissed a girl. And...I don't want to, you know, do it with just anyone or do it wrong. I want my first time to be special, with someone I really care about... So I guess I have a lot to learn..."

Lynne smiled sweetly and then suddenly pulled Paul into a tight embrace, crushing her large, stiff-nippled bosom against his chest. He gasped as he felt her soft, pillowy tits mash against him, barely restrained by her blouse.

"Oh Paul," Lynne purred, her voice dripping with forbidden lust. "You're so innocent sometimes. Yes, I will teach you. And I think you're going to want to learn through actual experience because there are things you can't learn just by talking about them."

"Uh, well I told you I don't have a girlfriend so I, um, don't know how I will... experience what you, um, teach me, Mom." Paul stammered thinking that he would always be a virgin.

Lynne's motherly love surfaced as she witnessed her son's confusion and frustration. She wanted to help him so badly. And secretly, she also knew that she might get something she wanted badly herself if she could get Paul on board. For a moment, Lynne thought back to her first lover and all that he taught her about sexual fulfillment and experiment. He had made her feel safe and free to explore her body and her fantasies and every lover she had after, including Paul's father had benefited from what she had learned and practiced so intensely.

"Well, Paul. You can experience it with your teacher. That is, if that's what you want. I know you will need a lot of practice." Lynne offered as she took her son's hands in her own. Her body was reacting to her memories of the sexual adventures of her youth and what she was saying -- what she was offering to her inexperienced son.

Stepping back from her son, Lynne gave her son a look at the body that might soon be his classroom.

"Paul. I've seen the way you look at me - the hunger in your eyes when you stare at my tits." The blonde beauty squeezed her plump, ripe breasts before turning to give her son a view of her backside. "I've also noticed your eyes on my legs and ass too, baby," she continued breathily. "I know that you stare even more closely when I am wearing a dress and high heels. Isn't that true?"

Paul's head spun, scarcely believing what his Mom was saying. His Mother - his loving, sweet Mother - was offering to teach him the ultimate lessons using her dream-fuck body as the classroom. This was beyond what he had ever secretly imagined in his taboo dreams.

Paul's cock throbbed, straining painfully as he came back to the reality of the situation. "Yes, Mom..." were the only words he could muster in the moment.

"If you want me to teach you and use my body in your lessons, you need to be ready and make me some promises Paul. Do you understand?" Lynne commanded, crossing her arms in a way that lifted her tits.

Paul trembled listening to his Mom because his aching cock was being choked by his jeans. This had to be a dream - there's no way this was actually real he thought. "Yes!" he stuttered in disbelief. "I promise, Mom."

"OK, honey. I think I have an idea I like you will like." Lynne licked her lips and paused. Paul was hypnotized by her tongue as he listened. "How about this? You promise not to fuck any girls until I tell you that you are ready." The mature Mom slid her fingers across the prominent cock-bulge in Paul's pants, adding, "And I will be your only teacher..."

"I will teach you everything you need to know about women and how to please them. You will learn through experience and practice. But it won't be easy, Paul. It will be a bigger challenge than getting your black belt because I will be teaching you." Lynne took a breath, feeling her pussy moisten as she planned for her son's sex education.

"This may be the hardest thing you ever do in your life." She said as her fingers squeezed the bulge in his pants. "And if you become a true stud, a skilled cocksman... I will do something very special for you, something that represents our special Mother-son relationship."

Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing and felt like he was going to pass out. All of his wildest dreams seemed to be coming true. "What... what will you do Mom?"

"It's a secret until you earn it mister. But it will be a kinky little surprise that you can look forward to. I promise it will be worth it. Better than any trophy you will ever win." Lynne said looking into her son's wide eyes. The horny Mom had always wanted to get her pussy pierced and this might be just occasion for it. "I know you watch some kinky porn when you stroke that big cock of yours. Your Mom knows all about your fantasies, Paul."

With that, Lynne gave her son his first ever lustful, deep French tongue kiss. Overwhelmed, Paul let his Mother's tongue explore his mouth as he tried to respond without losing his mind. After the shock and awkwardness subsided, Paul embraced his Mother closely and gave himself to the incredibly erotic experience.

With his hands roaming over the body he had fantasized about, Paul began to wonder what his Mom was planning for him.

Pulling back from her son's lips, Lynne took a breath knowing that she need to come up with a specific plan to teach her own son the ways of the world of sex. She was also still struggling with the forbidden nature of what she planned to do in the coming weeks and months.

"Go do your homework now and get some rest. I need to talk to your father about something and then I'm going to start planning out some lessons for you Paul." Then with a final lingering soft motherly kiss, Lynne added, "No masturbating until I give you permission."

Paul couldn't believe what was happening and could barely focus on his school work. As a senior, he had a lot of his plate but now he had a special tutor who had him so worked up that he knew he would have to be extra disciplined in his efforts.

The next day at school, Paul got a text from his Mother. "Come home right after school. I called your Taekwondo teacher to tell him you couldn't be at practice today and I told the store you would be missing your afterschool shift too. Don't be late for your first tutoring session. XOXO, MOM." Paul's cock pulsed as he read the message and his imagination ran wild until the last bell of the day when he hurried home.

When Paul walked in the door, his cock was hard with anticipation. His Mom was waiting for him in the kitchen wearing a short, hip-hugging white skirt and a see through sheer white blouse that highlighted her massive breasts. It was clear to Paul that his Mom's nipples were hard with excitement. To accentuate her long, thin but shapely legs, she wore white 5-inch high heels.

"Hi, Paul. Did you learn anything interesting at school today? Maybe something about kissing because that is the lesson I prepared for you today, honey."

Paul swallowed hard, his eyes roaming over his Mother's curvaceous form. "I...uh...we didn't really cover that in class," he stammered.

"Well then, looks like we'll have to start from the beginning and I'll be your teacher," she purred, sauntering towards him with a predatory gleam in her eye. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his. "Lesson one will be 60 minutes long. Think you can handle it?"

Lynne's son was speechless but he nodded his head in response.

"You will probably have your first kiss standing up like we are now." Lynne whispered, her lips so close to her son's that he could feel her words on his lips. "And it's always good to create some anticipation to build a girl's desire, or in this case, a boy's." She paused, almost brushing her lips against his.

Paul's heart raced as he felt his Mother's warm breath on his lips. He stood frozen, unsure how to respond but overwhelmed with desire.

"Now, honey," Lynne murmured, "gently place your hands on my waist."

Paul's trembling hands moved to rest on his Mother's hips, feeling the soft fabric of her skirt.

"Good boy," she purred. "Next, tilt your head slightly to the side." She demonstrated, angling her face. "This prevents our noses from bumping."

Following her lead, Paul tilted his head. Their lips were now perfectly aligned, a hair's breadth apart.

"And now," Lynne breathed softly, "we kiss."

She closed the gap between them, pressing her soft lips to Paul's. He gasped at the contact, his whole body tingling. Lynne's lips moved gently against his, guiding him. Paul's eyes fluttered closed as he surrendered to the sensations. His Mother's tongue teased at the seam of his lips, coaxing them open. When he parted them, her tongue slipped inside, exploring his mouth.