This is the biggest, longest story I have ever written. The entire text consists of seven chapters. It is a work of fiction and should be read as such. I do not write for credibility, I write for the pleasure of reading! I welcome feedback, but before I begin I warn you that you must suspend reality and enjoy the journey!
Chapter 1
“discover”
I am 39 years old and live comfortably with my 18 year old son Jack, whom I divorced five years ago.
The story I am going to tell you has changed my life forever and has made me happier and more satisfied than ever before.
I was married for 21 years when my husband cheated on me and moved on with a younger woman. He has always been a good provider and has a good job, but I can honestly say that he has never fully satisfied me sexually. You see, ever since I first discovered sex, I have been in love with men with big cocks. The first man I had sex with had a 9 inch long, hard cock and after that everyone else seemed tiny. I have done a lot of things.
I never cheated on my husband during our marriage, but I often wished I could have sex with a man who could satisfy my desire for a big cock. I would often lie in bed at night with my husband snoring next to me, wishing there was a man lying there with a big cock in his hand that I could pounce on and fuck my hungry pussy.
My libido has always been at its peak and I could easily fuck three or four times a day, but my husband could never do that. When we first got together we had sex maybe once a day, but over time our sex life decreased to twice a week and by the end it was almost nil. This means that I am almost always horny and have to play with myself a lot to get out of bed, I am always thinking about a big, hard cock.
Now my son Jack is a very handsome boy. He works out regularly and plays many sports, giving him a muscular and well-sculpted body. He has a tight young ass and six-pack muscles. He always attracted the most beautiful girls around, and I have to admit that, watching him grow into an 18-year-old boy, there were times when I would look at him and feel a tingling sensation in my pussy. But I quickly suppressed the thought because after all, he was my son.
After my husband left, I think I started to notice Jack more. He would often walk around the house wearing just a pair of shorts and I noticed his young and hard body. As the only real man in my life, I think I was unnaturally attracted to my muscular son because of his boyish good looks and amazing body, but mostly I think because I was so horny before.
My name is Julia and this is my story…
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It all started on a Saturday morning in early summer. I had just spent another lonely night sleeping alone, feeling horny and frustrated. I hadn’t had sex at all since my husband left, I would finger myself almost every night, rubbing and caressing my pussy, getting myself wet and eventually craving a big hard cock even more.
That morning I got up and put on my big white terry gown. I went downstairs and cooked breakfast and turned on the TV. After a while I went back upstairs to get dressed. It was exactly 9 a.m. and I know my son Jack always likes to get up early on Saturdays so he can go to the gym early.
My son Jack loves sports. He spent a lot of time working out in the gym and shaping his body. He was a very nice, handsome young student who was very popular among the local girls. He plays a lot of sports and stays in good shape. I couldn’t help but notice that Jack had become a real man.
Since my divorce, Jack has taken over as the leading man in the family. He took over all the odd jobs around the house and even took over many of the tasks that my husband used to do, such as mowing the lawn and painting the house. It was during this period that I first developed some sexual feelings for my son.
A few weeks ago, Jack was outside cleaning the windows. I went outside and gave him something to drink. He was at the top of the stairs, cleaning my bedroom window. He was wearing only a pair of shorts that clung to his tight ass. He was shirtless and his muscles bulged. As I watched him stretch to reach the top of the window, I found myself admiring his chiseled body, hard abs and sculpted leg muscles.
I suddenly felt sexual desire, a flutter in my chest, was I just proud of my amazing son or was I lusting for him?
Over the next few days, I started missing my son even more. We’ve always been close, even more so since my husband left. Jack was always affectionate with me, giving me hugs and kisses. Now that we live alone, he spends more time taking care of me, making sure I’m okay, and telling me that no matter what, I deserve to be better than his dad.
A few days after I saw him climb the stairs, I was lying in bed late at night with my usual horny self. I lifted the quilt and pulled my short pyjamas up to my belly. I slid my hand between my legs and started playing with my pussy. Unconsciously, an image of my son came into my mind, his shirt off, his tight, hard muscles flexing.
Unconsciously I started rubbing my clit harder and my pussy became wetter. I knew it was wrong to think about my son like that, but I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t get him out of my mind.
I hadn’t seen my son’s cock since he was little, but I suddenly imagined his nice, big cock and it turned me on.
I started rubbing my fingers hard on my now leaking cunt. A few low moans escaped my mouth. I was squirming and writhing on the bed, legs clenched together and fingers buried deep in my pussy. I grabbed my big tits tightly with my free hand, pinching my nipples hard.
I felt my pussy shake and tighten and a huge wave of sexual pleasure washed over me, I threw my head back and arched my back off the bed, enjoying the biggest orgasm I had ever given myself.
“FUCCKKKKKKKK” I moaned as my pussy juices dripped from my hot, wet pussy.
As I came down from my peak, it took me a few minutes to regain my composure. As my breathing began to slow and my heart rate returned to normal, thoughts of my son’s body were still running through my mind.
That night, as I lay in bed trying to sleep, I thought about what I had just done. What kind of perverted mother am I to orgasm just thinking about my son?
For the first time, I began to see my son as a sexual being. I knew he had sex with his girlfriends, but I never imagined what it would be like if I had sex with him. I let my hands roam over my huge 36-year-old breasts again, slowly sliding them down to my wet labia.
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Ever since that night, I’ve been trying to get the thoughts of my son out of my mind, but it’s getting harder and harder. The images that keep coming back to me are the thoughts of him naked, his hard young body lying on top of me, fucking his own mother hard!
As I was walking back up the stairs that Saturday morning, I wasn’t thinking about my son in a sexual way, just that he was up late and probably wanted me to wake him up so he could go to the gym.
I climbed up the stairs and went to his door, which was closed. I tapped him gently and said, “Jack are you awake”. No answer.
I knocked on the door again, waiting for a response, but still no one came.
I pressed the handle and slowly opened the door inward. The sun shined through the window and onto my face. I had to half close my eyes to block out the sun. I looked across the room where my son’s bed was. The sunlight made it hard to see clearly. I put my hand on my forehead to block the light from my eyes.
As my vision cleared, I could see Jack lying on the bed. His face looked calm and his eyes were closed. He was lying on his back with one hand on his chest and the other on his side.
Then I saw this.
My eyes immediately went to his body and his crotch. The sheets were pulled back completely, leaving Jack completely naked.
My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. I involuntarily took a sharp breath and my whole body fell backwards.
I was looking straight at the biggest, largest, hardest cock I had ever seen. I froze when my eyes fell on my son’s huge body.
His cock was pressed hard against her stomach, tilted slightly upward, his huge bulbous cock pointing straight at her face.
It was so violent that even from a distance of about 10 feet I could clearly see the thick veins spreading across the entire length of this monster shaft.
“Fuck,” I whispered as I stood completely still over my son’s hard cock. I had never seen a cock so big, it was easily twice the size of my ex-husband’s and looked a lot thicker.
I finally looked away and looked at my son’s face. Despite the startled gasp I heard, he didn’t move, still fast asleep.
My eyes returned to his cock and I took a step further into the room, the sunlight radiating from my eyes as I got closer to his bed, the spectacular view of that hard young cock becoming so clear.
I was now standing a few feet from my bed, looking at my son and his magnificent view of the morning forest. His entire body looked like an ancient Greek god, a modern Adonis. The sunlight illuminated his entire length, casting a dark shadow on his belly, which was of course caused by his magnificent erection.
I stare at his cock intently, eyes still wide and mouth nearly drooling. Every inch of his massive pole looks shiny and perfect. Every vein looks ready to burst from beneath the taut skin. The head of his big, thick cock stands proudly a few inches from his belly, rising and falling slightly as he breathes. It is the most amazing sight I have ever seen.
I stood there with my hand over my mouth trying to keep any sounds of shock or excitement from coming out. My breathing became heavy and my heart began pounding in my chest. My breasts bulged under the robe and I felt a strong, huge feeling inside me. My pussy suddenly felt so warm and wet that I almost wanted to put my fingers in there.
I kept moving my eyes towards my son’s naked body, admiring his six-pack muscles, hard chest muscles and young and handsome sleeping face, but at the same time I was attracted by his huge penis.
An image flashed through my mind of how amazing it must have been to feel that huge thing entering my pussy. I felt intense jealousy of all the girls who knew Jack, especially the girls I knew he had sex with. Oh my god, I bet that huge thing could tear a woman to pieces.
I also noticed his big balls, hanging down his legs, gently resting on the bed. They look like two golf balls; perfectly round and shaped, full of youthful energy.
I felt my pussy get wetter with the thrusts of his big rod, my breathing became heavy and I had to press my hand hard over my mouth to try and control it.
No mother should have to see her son the way I did that morning, but seeing that cock sticking out of my son’s body was humiliating. No mother should have to see her son sleeping naked with the biggest, thickest cock ever in front of her eyes, but that was where I was stuck that morning.
I must have stood there looking at him for more than ten minutes, but it felt much longer. I couldn’t tear myself away from this god in front of me. The sun was shining through the window, casting a perfect glow on his body.
My whole body was trembling with excitement and nervousness. What would I say if he wakes up and finds me staring at his huge penis while his own mother is admiring that huge love pillar?
Eventually I started to back off and started walking very quietly towards the door. My eyes were still on his body, especially his cock.
I managed to get back inside the door and closed it softly. When I did that, I finally removed my hand from my mouth and jumped out the door.
I ran a short distance down the hallway and into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I ran across the room and pulled the cords of my nightgown. I untied them and draped the robe over my shoulders. My huge breasts bounced forward as I fell onto the bed and lay on my back.
Now I was naked, I spread my legs, cupped my hands between my legs and grasped my labia with my fingers. My breasts were moving up and down on my chest due to my heavy breathing, my whole body was trembling with excitement. I had never been so excited in my life.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned loudly as I grabbed my breast with my other hand and inserted three fingers into my wet pussy.
I placed my hand on my wet pussy and dug my fingers deep inside. I could feel my pussy muscles tighten around my fingers and my whole insides were on fire.
Visions of that huge cock flashed through my mind as I increased the speed of my deep finger fucking. I could hear the wet slurping getting louder as I thrust my ring finger up.
“Oh my god, that cock is so big,” I moaned, imagining it sliding into my wet pussy.
The thought of fucking my son was now on my mind as I felt like I was going to explode any minute. My heart was pounding fast, my breathing was very fast as I slammed my fist inside of me, my fingers were banging against my clit every time I inserted my finger.
I brought my other hand down, spread my legs high in the air, slapped my clit hard with my fingers, and started jerking my clit as hard as I could.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I yelled now.
My moans grew louder from the intense pleasure and I didn’t care who heard me. I could feel my cum leaking out of my fingers and coating them with my thick warm juices.
I arched my back and lifted my fat ass off the bed, my pussy clenching and spasming as I exploded in a huge, messy orgasm. My whole body was shaking violently from head to toe. I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, involuntarily pulled my legs together, and clutched my fists and forearms to my thighs.
I rode an erotic wave of intense desire that swept through my entire body and soul. I was in sexual heaven.
*
When I finally calmed down, I lay motionless on the bed, eyes still rolling. All I could think about was my son, that hard young body lying there, so vulnerable and forbidden, yet so free and inviting. The image of that huge young cock filled my mind, I never suspected my son could hang so well.
His father is so ordinary and normal, I can’t even imagine where he got such excellent genes from. I mean, he’s easily twice the size of my husband and a lot fatter. He’s perfect in every way.
As I lay there wondering what it would be like inside, there was a loud knock on my bedroom door. Jack yelled: “Mom, I’m going to the gym, see you later.”
“Okay” I yelled pulling the curtain over my naked body, afraid he would open the door.
I listened as he ran down the stairs and a few seconds later I heard the door shut.
I lifted the quilt again and got up from the bed. I saw a big wet spot on the mattress I was lying on. I could smell a distinct smell of sex in the room.
After getting dressed, I went downstairs to clean the kitchen, but the image of my son kept flashing in my mind.
That huge cock filled my every thought and my pussy was now always wet.
I had to go shopping later that day.
As I walk down the street, my mind is constantly distracted by my surroundings. I block out all the noise around me, even though my eyes are open, my mind is filled with thoughts and images of my son.
“Hey, watch where you go,” he yelled when I bumped into a guy.
“I’m sorry,” I said, and he looked at me reproachfully.
This is crazy; I have to think straight. There is something shocking about seeing my son naked and finger-fucking himself, which is amazing. But I took a deep breath and kept walking down the street.
About half an hour later, when I had finished most of my shopping, I found myself walking past an adult store. I have walked past it many times but never gone inside. I have often wanted to do so, but what does it entail? It sells naughty lingerie and clothing, sex toys and much more…
“Sex toys… I wonder,” I said to myself.
My ex-husband was never interested in seeing me dress sexy for him so I never worried about it, but now that he’s gone I have access to sex toys.
I quickly walked into the shop, hoping no one I knew would see me.
Inside, I was shocked to see what they had. Turn around and see crotchless panties and sexy little sheer doll nighties, naughty costumes for schoolgirls and nurses, whips, handcuffs and full body leather kits. Damn, this gets me hot.
Then, as I walked past the wedding night lingerie display, I noticed the entire outside wall was covered in dildos and vibrators.
Getting close to them and seeing the size of these things I felt my pussy really get hot. There are big black ones and pink ones. Some are long, some are short, some are thick, some are thin. The vibrators have little parts sticking out and the one that really turned me on had two ends, one for the pussy and one for the ass.
Then, near the top of the shelf, I saw something that surprised me.
It comes in a box with a plastic window on the front. The box says “Big Bully”.
“Hey, that looks like Jack,” I said. I turned to make sure no one had heard me and returned my gaze to the box.
I reached over and took it off the shelf. As I brought it closer the image of my son’s cock came to my mind again. This huge dildo looked exactly like the one I saw on my son’s bed this morning.
It was long and thick, almost the same size as Jack’s cock.
I felt like my pussy was getting wet and I had to clench my legs together to suppress my excitement. I imagined lying in bed with this huge toy inside my hot pussy, banging my pussy and thinking about my son. If I couldn’t get his actual “big badass” cock, at least I could get something that looked like his.
I felt so naughty and embarrassed when I paid for this huge toy. When the woman behind the counter saw me walk away with it, she seemed to smile slightly.
As I walked home, I remembered my modest married days. I have always been a good looking woman. My boobs have always been epic 36DDs, no matter what top I wear, they remain perky and my nipples always look hard. I am always in shape and always look different. My husband appreciated all this when we first got together and his favorite thing to do was to suck my nipples when we had sex. But as time passed, he lost interest in the matter and even ran away with that young lady.
I always thought I was good in the bedroom. I’m definitely wild and like to talk dirty, but my husband has never liked it. I wanted to be with someone I could talk openly with and really get crazy with.
I thought about that huge monster toy in my bag and how hard I was going to fuck myself with it, especially after seeing how much it resembled my son’s huge cock. Thinking about that super nice young cock and Jake’s amazing body got me excited again. I started to move faster, I had to fuck myself.
