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Heather was walking down the hall when she heard strange noises coming from her son's room. She walked up to the door and wondered why she saw his light underneath the door. She could have sworn he went to bed an hour ago. She opened the door without thinking when she saw him lying naked across his bed. He was stroking the biggest cock she has ever seen in her life. Now, she was no angel. She has seen her fair share of meat. She always thought her college boyfriend would be the biggest she'd ever see. Her son, however, just proved her wrong and then some. She gasped when she saw it. Jonathan's eyes flew open as he hoped his eyes deceived him as he saw his mother standing there.

"Mom!"

He shouted, trying desperately to cover himself up, but nothing was in reach. His massive cock was flopping all over as his mother couldn't tear her eyes from it. Finally, he was able to grab a shirt and cover his lower half as she looked up at him. She quickly stepped out and closed the door behind her, breathing heavily. She never knew her son was so gifted before. She couldn't believe he had been able to hide that for all these years. She hadn't seen him naked since he was a kid. His father, bless his heart, was never gifted down there.

She felt something she hadn't felt in so long: excitement. It had been so long since a man had touched her. Too long. She could feel her nipples harden and her panties getting soaked as she thought about that monster she just saw. It was so huge it would break girls his age. She reached up and touched her breast through her shirt as she pictured it. She wanted to see it again. She had to see it again. She cleared her throat as she knocked lightly on the door.

"Jonathan."

She could hear him moving things around in his room. She knew what he was doing as she spoke again.

"Jonathan, I'm coming in."

"Wait a second, Mom!"

It was too late as she opened the door and stepped in closing it behind her. He stood there still naked with the same shirt still covering him. He was trying to find more clothes to cover up with. He however was unaware that his mother was doing his laundry today and took them all.

"Jonathan, we need to talk about what just happened."

"Mom, please! Just get out! We don't need to talk about anything."

She wasn't taking no for an answer. She stepped further into the room.

"Why are you still awake? I thought you went to bed an hour ago. You said you had a bad headache."

She stared at him, trying so hard not to look down. He was covered, but she still wanted to look again. He couldn't bring himself to look at her as he looked towards the side.

"I did...I do! I...look, can you just leave!"

"No, Jonathan, I'm your mother, and I know when something is wrong. Tell me, what is it? You're 18 now, and we can have a conversation."

She wasn't going to let it go. He knew she wasn't. He took a deep breath before speaking.

"I went into your bathroom and took some Advil like you said. Well...Not too long after this happened, and it won't go down!"

He felt flustered and couldn't believe he was telling his mother this of all people. She smiled warmly at him. He finally got the courage to look at her. She then got a panicked look on her face.

"Wait, my bathroom? No no! Sweetie, I think you took some of your father's Viagra!"

Both got scared as they noticed his mistake.

"What!? Why do you even still have it? He's been gone for 3 years, Mom!"

"I know, sweetie, I just haven't gotten around to it is all! I...never mind, that doesn't matter right now. What matters is we get that beast to go down."

We? Why did she say we? He didn't understand why she phrased it like that. He watched as her gaze went down to his pathetic attempt to cover himself up. She looked thirty and not for a drink of water. She couldn't mean that she was going to HELP him make it go down, did she?!

He always found his mother to be very beautiful. His friends, growing up, would always bug him if he ever saw her naked. He wished he had. She had beautiful long blonde hair. Eyes that you could lose yourself in. Her body was breathtaking. She was stacked in all the right places. She did yoga and worked out to stay in shape, and it for sure paid off. He would be lying if he said he never thought of her sexually.

"Mom?"

He got concerned as she was staring at that shirt covering him. That damn shirt she thought. It was in her way. She began to walk towards him as he got worried and tried to step back. He cornered himself as she walked up to him.

"Move the shirt."

She said it in such a tone he didn't dare question it. His mother was always sweet and loving. But he knew better than to get on her bad side. His hand was shaking as he moved the shirt to the side. He could have sworn he heard her moan to herself, yes...

"We need to take care of that, sweetie. The bottle said you have four hours. You already wasted one so far. Lay down on the bed."

He shudders, unsure if this was the right thing to do. This isn't something a mother should be helping with her son, after all. She looked up at him, not understanding why he wasn't moving.

"Mom, I don't think we should...."

She cut him off as she put her hand up.

"I don't want to hear it. I am your mother, and mothers help their babies. Well, you're not a baby anymore, that's for sure. Now get on the bed, and I will take care of it."

*I!* She said I!? First, she said *we* now it's I? His head was spinning as this was happening so fast. He pretty much fell onto the bed as his mother left the room for a moment. She came back carrying a bottle of lotion in her hands. He thought he saw a smile on her lips for a second there. He had to be mistaken, though. She got up on the bed between his spread legs.

She got a nice good look at the beast now. My god, she couldn't believe the size of this monster. The blood required to fill this thing is amazing. He is awake. She put some lotion onto her palm and then looked back at his cock. She laughed to herself as it might take the whole bottle to cover this thing.

"Now, just relax and let mommy take good care of you."

He was about to protest but she wrapped her small warm hands around his cock. They felt like heaven as she wasted no time and began to start stroking him. He looked down as her hands looked so tiny wrapped around his cock. He was hard as steel, and it began to hurt; he was so hard. He never would have thought in a million years his mother would be stroking him. He hoped deep down that he would be able to last a while. He wanted to enjoy this. Her hands felt amazing on him. All the years of experience were for sure noticeable.

She stared down at it as she worked over that perfect cock in her hands. He not only was long but thick. Her fingers didn't touch as they were wrapped around it. She always thought her college boyfriend was big. Her son put him to shame. This was a master cock! She was doing this to help him for taking the wrong pills. However, she wanted to milk him dry! To empty those huge balls of every drop. She felt her mouth begin to water as she sped up her stroking.

She let go with one hand and reached down to cup his balls. She could barely get one of them in her hand. Gosh, even his balls are massive! She massaged his balls at the same time her other hand worked the shaft. She could feel that he was getting close. His balls began to tighten and his cock was pulsing. She was so used to doubling her efforts during this. However, this time, she didn't speed up or use more force. She took her time. She could see in the corner of her eyes as he grabbed his pillow with one hand. She didn't dare take her eyes off his cock though. She wants to witness this. She could tell it was going to be big. She could hear his breathing get heavy.

He couldn't take his eyes off his mother's hands working away on him. He had never felt this good in his life. Her hands were magic on his cock. He felt like he was going to explode but tried to fight it. He wanted it to last but knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. It was only a matter of time before she made him cum. His own mother! He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact his own mother was about to make him cum.

It finally hit him as he was about to cum. He let out a loud moan. He watched in shock as his mother trapped his cock head in her mouth. Timing it perfectly as he began to shoot.

"Oh my god!"

He came the hardest and the most of his life. All other times couldn't hold a candle to this time. He just kept shooting more and more down her throat. She swallowed a few times to keep up with the high demand her son was giving her. She felt like she was going to drown as he just kept giving her more. He tasted amazing. She could live off it. She squeezed his balls, helping him to empty them.

Finally, it was over as she swirled her tongue around the head. She wanted to make sure she got it all out. Her mouth came off him with a pop sound. She wiped her lips with her finger and sucked her finger clean. She made sure he watched her do that as she smiled at him. It was not a smile a mother should give her son. It was the smile a woman gives her lover.

"Feel better, sweetheart?"

She played with his cock as she asked. She felt it start to soften in her hand. She laid it across his stomach. Even though he was soft, he was big. She licked her lips as she stared at it. She wasn't sure what compelled her to swallow it. She just felt like she had to, though. She wanted to make sure she did it at the last second so he couldn't object. Not that he would, anyways.

He laid there catching his breath. His eyes closed. He felt drained as he has never cummed that hard before. He must have shot a gallon. Yet, she swallowed every single drop. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was still staring at his cock.

"Yes, mother, I feel amazing. Than...Thank you for helping me."

He felt so embarrassed saying it as she giggled at him. She leaned over and gave his cock a long loving kiss before she got off the bed. She looked down at him as she reached out. She rubbed her fingers across his cheek.

"Get some rest now, baby. I'll see you in the morning."

She left his room and walked down the hall to her own. She couldn't help but lick her lips again. She loved his taste. She had the biggest smile on her face as she walked into her bathroom. She opened the cabinet and looked at the pill bottles. She took the one that said Advil on it. She was so glad she had switched them out with Viagra a few weeks ago. Her plan worked perfectly. Now, all she had to do was wait for him to need some Advil again.