Safe Sex Pt 01

To Anonymous: Quickie between Mother and Son on the stairs. Let me know how you want Pt. 2 to go.

"What is wrong with you!"

Jack stood silently as his mother raged through their living room. Couldn't she wait until tomorrow to yell at him? He was tired and embarrassed and he just wanted to go to sleep.

"STD's are dangerous, Jack!" his mother shouted.

"I know that!" he yelled back.

"Then why the fuck were you caught trying to hire a prostitute?" his mother demanded. "You're a good looking boy. Couldn't you at least find a girl your age to have sex with?"

Jack's face heated up at the question. He knew that was good looking. He was tall, handsome and muscular thanks to playing sports all throughout high school. The girls he went on dates with didn't have a problem making out or groping his biceps and pecs. Hell, some girls even liked to lick his abs.

The problem that plagued his sexual desires was his larger than average dick. At ten inches and only a little thinner than a curled fist, no high school girl was going to risk letting him fuck them. Not when there were plenty of guys with normal sized dicks willing to fuck them.

"Jack?"

"Forget it," Jack told his mom and tried to leave the living room.

Before he could get to the stairs, his mom jumped in front of him. She pushed her hands against his chest in a feeble attempt at stopping him. Jack looked down at her. They both knew that if he wanted to he could get past her. He was a head taller than her and weighed over a hundred pounds more.

"Mom, please get out the way." he said.

His mom shook her head. "Not until you tell me what you were doing trying to hire prostitutes."

Jack groaned. Why couldn't she just let it go? It was his eighteenth birthday and he didn't want to be the only virgin going to college come fall.

"Jack, just tell me." his mother begged. "I promise I won't be mad."

"Fine!" Jack exploded. "My fucking dick's too big!"

HIs mom flinched back, her hands retreating from his chest. Jack was still a little drunk and after being shut down by the cute cheerleader he'd been taking out for a few weeks and then caught before he could fuck the prostitute he tried to hire he was still horny too.

His mind wasn't working clearly and didn't completely register his hands moving to unbutton his jeans.

"Jack!" his mother gasped.

"None of the girls my age want to risk ruining their fucking pussy's by fucking me!" Jack shouted even louder.

He pulled his pants down dragging his boxers with them. His cock sprang out, thick and hard, pointing straight at his mothers stomach. He grabbed it with one fist and shook it.

His mother recoiled away from it.

"See, even you wouldn't fuck it." he said. "The only way I'm going to get this inside someone is if I pay them."

"Put that away Jack!" his mother ordered. "I'm your mother for god sakes!"

"You're the one who wanted to talk about this," Jack scoffed and again tried to get past his mother.

Again, she blocked his path. This time she was careful to keep her distance, still wary of his exposed cock swinging in the air.

"Because I don't want to wake up to another call saying my son's been arrested." she said, standing at the bottom of the steps.

"Don't worry, you won't." Jack promised. He had learned his lesson. "I'll be more careful next time."

"What!"

Jack winced at the shrill scream.

"There will be no next time, Jack!" his mother seemed to forget his dick was hanging out and closed the distance between them. She cupped his cheeks and forced him to look at her.

Her dark brown eyes were brimming with tears and she looked so sad. But he was horny and he wanted to fuck. So he pulled her hands away from his face.

"Mom, I'm an adult now, okay? I can make my own decision." he said. "You have to accept that, even if you don't agree with them."

"I can't do that, Jack. Not when you're making horrible choices like trying to hire prostitutes." his mom cried. Tears were rolling down her cheeks now.

Jack swallowed the automatic reflex to agree with whatever she was saying. He hated making her cry, but he couldn't budge on this.

"I'm a teenager mom. I want to have sex with girls." Jack said.

His mom went from sad to angry in an instant. Jack blinked at the sudden change. How many times had she faked her tears before?

"Then fuck me!"

What? Jack dropped his mother's hands. "What did you just say?" he asked.

His mother folded her arms over her chest and glared at him and said, "If you want to fuck bad enough that you'll stick your dick in some diseased whore, then surely you wouldn't mind fucking me?"

"Stop playing, mom." Jack said rolling his eyes. "You can't bluff with something I know you'll never do."

His mother got even angrier. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were flashed. She reached down and yanked her night shirt over her head before throwing it to the side.

Jack stared at the naked set of tits now in front of his face. He'd never seen his mom naked before. Her breast sagged, but not horribly and their size more than made up for the lack of perkiness.

"I'm not bluffing, Jack." his mother said. She placed her hands inside the elastic of her pajamas. "If you agree never to fuck another prostitute, I'll bend over these steps right now and let you fuck me. And I'll let you fuck me everyday after today until you find a girlfriend willing to do it."

Jack looked up from his moms boobs to her face. She looked dead serious. He frowned and debated it for a moment. Was he really horny enough that'd he fuck his own mom? Glancing down at his still blood filled erection he nodded to himself.

Hell yes he was!

The real question was whether or not his mom was bluffing. Jack decided just to tear the band-aid off. If his mom was bluffing then he wanted to get this farce over with and go to sleep. And if she wasn't, well then he wouldn't be a virgin come morning.

"Then bend over," he told her.

His mother's jaw tightened. "Really?" she asked. "You'd really fuck your own mother?"

"Would you really fuck your son?" he countered.

She glared at him and spun around. Her panties and pajama pants were pushed to her knees and she fell forward bracing herself against the steps.

Jack hadn't thought it possible, but his dick got even harder at the sight. Bent over, mom's perfect plump ass jiggled as she thrust it out toward him.

He stepped forward running his hands over the taught muscles as his mom's body tensed.

"If you're gonna fuck me, fuck me!" his mother demanded in a strained voice.

Still slightly buzzed off the cheap beer from his party, Jack stepped waddled forward, his pants and underwear hanging off his thighs. He ran his solid staff straight up his mothers crack, hotdogging it between her buns.

After a minute of dry humping, Jack angled his massive head down and dug into his mom's heated hole.

A low noise in his throat filled the living room as his head popped into her warmth. The indescribable feeling of finally having his cock inside of a vagina took Jack over. He bucked his hips forward and sank deep into the cleft between his mothers legs.

"OH!" she gasped.

Jack's firm grip on her hips kept her chest from smacking into the stairs. He pulled her back until his hips were flush against her ass. "Fuck, this is so much better than hand!" He rasped out.

The short second it took to get those words out was all the time he spent savoring the feeling of his mothers throbbing core completely encompassing his cock.

Then he pulled back plunged back in. He pulverized the tight hole between her creamy hips.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

Jack shoved himself all the way in, bending over his mothers back and digging his face into her hair. He breathed in the sweet scent of her shampoo as his mammoth cock throbbed, spewing hot cum into his mothers tight core.

When he began to go soft he pushed himself up and a loud squelching noise signaled the exact moment he and his mom disconnected.

She turned over, sitting on the bottom of the steps, one hand cupped over her tender lips. White cream spilled between the cracks, dripping onto the hardwood beneath her.

"Satisfied?" she asked, her entire body tense.

Jack stared at her. He was sated, and his whole body felt relaxed. With that amazing feeling came a clearer mind. "What the hell did we just do?" he asked.