“Fuck mom, I’m cumming!” Sam groaned against his beloved mother. Nancy spread her legs and her son’s cock began to jerk and throb inside her. They were locked in a tight press. Sam felt his mother’s body shake with pleasure beneath him. His last downward thrust caused the wooden frame of the bed to crack and collapse, the sound echoing throughout the house.
Nancy tried to speak, to tell her son that she loved the way he fucked her, but all that came out were gasping, incoherent sounds. Her entire nervous system short-circuited as she began to move around again. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled back. Only now did Sam give his mother a chance to breathe. The young buck pushed his thick cock deep inside her to release his 210-pound manhood. His swollen member grew to 7 1/2 inches and Nancy’s wet pussy expanded to accommodate him. Sam steadied himself, enjoying the soft warmth of her body and the sensation of his heartbeat pounding through their joined bodies. It was in this position that his cock finally erupted and engulfed his mother’s insides. If anyone had walked into the master bedroom they would have heard and seen his sweaty, panting mother pumping and caring like never before. They would see Sam’s legs straining against his mother’s body for balance, his swollen cock buried completely in his mother’s flesh. They would see the young man’s hands grasping his plump hips, desperately holding on to him, pulling him closer to them. Sam’s contracted prostate muscles poured warm milk from his heavy testicles into his waiting mother, surprising anyone lucky enough to step inside them. They had no choice but to watch as the couple’s love juices flowed from Nancy’s quivering labia and Sam’s throbbing rod. Unfortunately for Nancy and her son, someone was actually watching them that night. It was Jim, Sam’s father and Nancy’s estranged husband. He heard the bed fall and walked in. The couple had no idea he was home. However, he stood in the bedroom doorway in utter disbelief.
His eyes were red with anger, he took a staggering step forward and then everything went dark.
—————— One month ago:
The Martins have just unveiled their latest tan Suburban together. They finally arrived at Doheny State Beach, where they will spend the Thanksgiving holidays. Sam unloads the tent, lights and sleeping bags while his father unloads the propane grill and chairs they will use for the next two days. Nancy and her three daughters, on the other hand, have better things to do. They head to the beach to feel the sand between their toes and stretch their legs. Their stomachs hurt as they drive from their home in Palm Springs. Rachel is the oldest of Nancy’s children and is 24 years old. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend and Nancy hoped the trip would lift her spirits. Of all her daughters, Rachel looked the most like her, in fact, Nancy would sometimes lend her clothes. The younger two, Tiffany and Ali, are twins. They were sophomores in college and were inseparable. Both have athletic and well-built bodies, unlike their fat, curvy mother and sister. After watching her daughters run around chasing each other around the water, Nancy decided it would be best to go back and help the kids unload all their stuff before her husband complained. However, when Nancy arrived she found that father and son were fighting again. This seems to happen more and more often these days.
“How hard was it to build that tent, Sam?” Jim shouted.
On the other side of the campsite, Sam was struggling with the poles and rope net. “Dad, there are no instructions on this thing. How do they expect someone to set it up without at least some pictures of how it works,” Sam replied.
Nancy saw Jim’s face turn red as she became even more annoyed that Sam couldn’t figure it out. She decided it was best to help Sam before Jim really lost his mind.
“I’ll help him, Jim,” Nancy chirped. “You worry about the grill and cooler. Sam and I will figure out how to set up this tent,” she said hopefully.
Now that she’s involved, Jim seems to be getting angrier.
“Damn it, Nancy, he shouldn’t need your help. He’s an adult and should be able to figure this out on his own. Maybe if you stopped holding his hand all the time, he’d actually learn to do things on his own,” Jim yelled as he inspected the grill’s final resting place.
It’s true – Nancy loved her son very much. Not only was he their only son, he was also their youngest, having just turned 18. Over the years, Sam became more withdrawn, causing Nancy to worry that he was withdrawing from social activities due to low self-esteem, and in junior high he was bullied for being gangly, even though he was completing grades. This continued to be a problem even after graduation, he never went to any school dances, and was having trouble making any friends, Nancy did her best to approach him, but Sam was always suppressed. It didn’t help that her son suffered from depression and his father gave him a very hard time. Far too much. Sam never lived up to his father’s unrealistic expectations.
“Sam, you can either make the varsity team or join the cheerleading squad,” he told her bluntly.
When Jim finds out that Sam wants to take drama classes, he gets the courage to ask Sam if he’s gay.
“Sam, your sisters aren’t even in the theater. What are you thinking? Do you want to be in the theater or something? Sam asked me to ask you something, son, are you gay?”
Sam disagreed with the idea and tried to defend his point. He told his father that he didn’t like football and would do something he would enjoy. Jim has no idea and doesn’t value Sam’s decision to quit football. When Sam finally participated in a high school production of Hamlet, only his mother and sisters attended. They were all very proud of the way he played Claudius and how he finally found something to break out of his shell.
Nancy remembered that when they were newlyweds, Jim wanted a boy more than anything. He once said that he couldn’t wait to teach them how to be a “man’s man.” Jim got three girls in a row. As happy as he was to have them, it wasn’t until Nancy’s last pregnancy that he cried so much when he heard she was finally having a boy. At first everything seemed fine. Jim takes care of Sam like a loving father. However, as Sam grows older, Nancy soon realizes that Jim’s overly competitive personality will become a problem. Nancy does her best to be a buffer between them, even though she is often caught in the crossfire. She thanked God that her three daughters helped control Jim whenever he would lash out at someone. When he is scorned by every woman in the house, he has no choice but to calm down or leave the house until his emotions settle down. Unlike his sisters, Sam didn’t have many friends throughout high school. He was not particularly popular. So it was no wonder Nancy took extra time to check on her son. She liked to check on him from time to time. She couldn’t control it. She felt guilty about the way she treated her husband.
<<<>>> Sam’s frustrated sigh brought Nancy’s attention back to setting up the tent. “Maybe if they hadn’t sold Grandpa’s trailer, I wouldn’t have had to build this stupid tent,” Sam said softly, but loud enough for her mother to hear.
A few months ago, it turned out that Jim needed money to pay off a bad investment loan he had taken out. It must have been a sure thing that it was a joint venture led by a friend of Frank’s. Long story short, the little startup that was supposed to make them rich ended up wasting all their money, and Jim was forced to sell the trailer that Nancy’s father had given them several years before he died. Sam hated his father for selling it. He had many fond memories of his grandfather and all the wonderful memories of traveling with him when he was little.
<<<>>> Nancy grabbed a corner of the tent and helped spread it out. Soon, mother and son finally figured out how it all worked, and the tent began to take shape. As they tacked down the flynet, Nancy began to think about how much Jim had changed over the years. They raised four healthy children, and Jim fulfilled his responsibilities as a provider for the family. Despite Nancy’s mistakes, she has nothing to complain about. She has been a stay-at-home mom all her adult life, and Jim has kept her happy for many years. Only now, as he approaches retirement age, Nancy begins to notice that her husband is becoming more and more irritable and disrespectful to her. Nancy believed this was the beginning of the infamous midlife crisis that many men experienced at his age. She tried her best to let things take their course and not interfere in his affairs. Sometimes she wonders if her husband will be able to get over the fact that he is growing up and move on with his life without getting angry all the time.
<<<>>>
Once the tent was fully secured, Sam and Nancy began loading their sleeping bags and sleeping pads. Nancy could tell that Sam was disappointed because his father had embarrassed him. Like most well-educated mothers, Nancy was sad to see her son upset and on the verge of tears. That’s when she decided that no matter what Jim said to her, she would do whatever it took to make him happy that weekend. She had gone out of her way for Sam before. This time was no exception.
<<<>>>
This is a perfect example of how far Nancy was willing to go to protect her children just a few weeks before their trip. Sam suddenly fell ill in late October. He had a high fever that never went away. At first Nancy thought it was just the common cold. However, it soon became clear that Sam had a severe case of the flu. Nancy spent the next three days caring for him, much to her husband’s dismay. Jim insisted that she was overreacting and that Sam was only milking her for attention. Friday night, Sam’s fever rose to over 104 degrees Fahrenheit, and Nancy was forced to take drastic measures. Nancy tried Tylenol and various teas, but nothing worked. She was just about to tell Jim that they should take him to the emergency room when she remembered something her mother had taught her a long time ago. Nancy remembered how her mother, Margaret, had told her that fevers could be brought down by placing wet towels on people. Nancy was hoping one of her daughters would get her some towels, but unfortunately, the twins were at a football game out of state and Rachel was working late.
Nancy has no choice but to implement her plan herself. She rolled up her sleeves, put on a button-down shirt and got to work. She pulled a few white towels out of the closet and laid them on the bathroom counter. Then she turned off the bathroom sink and filled it with cold water. As the sink slowly filled with water, she returned to Sam’s bedroom and began undressing him. The task was made more difficult because Sam lay semi-conscious on his twin bed. Undeterred, she carefully removed his shirt. She climbed onto the bed and removed his sweats and socks. Finally only his underwear remained. She considered leaving them on for a second before deciding to take them off as well.
“I have to calm him down as quickly as possible,” she thought to herself.
She ran back to the bathroom and came back with two wet towels. She looked at her sleeping son, who was now completely naked. His whole body was glistening with sweat. She tried not to look at his private parts, but her womanly desires overpowered her. She couldn’t stop herself from looking between his legs, and saw the man’s testicles and soft circumcised penis lying on one side. The look she remembered from childhood was long gone. Nancy stood there, mesmerized. She didn’t wake up from her trance until Sam coughed. She quickly spread the first towel from his neck to his waist. She carefully covered his penis, but the towel was not long enough to cover his testicles. She tried to cover his legs with the second towel, but as she adjusted the towel, she accidentally touched Sam’s swollen testicles. He is hot. Her maternal instinct instructed her to take another towel and put it under his hot sack. Eventually, Sam was completely covered from head to toe – a towel on his forehead, a towel on his torso, a second towel on his legs, and a final towel around his bulge. After a few minutes, Nancy checked how cold the wet towel was. One side of the towel on his forehead was already warm, so she flipped it over. The patch covering his private parts had almost dried out from the heat emanating from his groin. She had no choice but to replace it with another freshly wet cloth. Nancy spent the next few hours moving the washcloth religiously over Sam’s body. Nancy wasn’t a very religious person, but she said a few prayers.
Nancy was not surprised when Sam developed an erection. The towel kept rubbing against his skin and working to cool it down, which was sure to have an effect on the young man. What really surprised her was the enormous size of his penis and the thick veins running through it. She tried her best not to touch her son’s skin. She methodically used the towel to prevent her hands from coming into direct contact with his most private parts. However, as the night wore on, Nancy’s habit of changing wet towels became sloppy, and soon she was moving and adjusting her son’s growing penis and swollen testicles with her bare hands. Perhaps it was Nancy’s fatigue, or perhaps she found it easier to work with her bare hands. Anyway, Nancy was used to adjusting Sam’s cock one way and then the other without the help of a towel. Nancy felt strangely aroused by her son’s fleshy cock which refused to cooperate. Incredibly, after some time, she convinced herself that perhaps she could calm Sam down more by giving him some sort of sexual release. As strange as the idea sounded, she managed to convince him that releasing all the pent-up semen would provide some relief from his painful fever. By the third hour, Nancy found herself quietly stroking her son’s penis in his dimly lit bedroom. At first they started with a towel between them. She cupped his thick cock and gently rubbed it from top to bottom. After a while she removed the towel completely and soon she was touching her son with her free hand. She used some topical oil to help him get an erection.
Nancy didn’t realize that Sam was actually awake when his cock started releasing semen. Although his current state made him lethargic and weak, he clearly felt his mother’s soft and smooth hands caressing him from top to bottom. He enjoyed every second of it like crazy. Fearing that he would stop, she decided to play the role of the unconscious patient for as long as possible. Nancy continued masturbating until Sam’s cock finally started throbbing in her strong grip. Ten thick ropes of semen flowed out of her son’s body. Her own legs clenched and her pussy quivered as she felt the hot batter flowing over her hands and her stomach. There was a lot of semen, but luckily she had a towel to clean it up. Nancy was very satisfied that Sam’s semen was hotter than the medicinal tea she had given him earlier. She was sure that removing the hot fluid from his body would only help reduce his fever. She felt a little guilty when she saw her son still sleeping, but she instantly pushed her regrets away when she saw the digital thermometer read 99. She removed the towel and kissed her son’s forehead.
“I love you,” she whispered. She turned and tiptoed out of his room. As she softly closed the door, she heard Sam whisper, “Mom, I love you too.” As she closed the door, she felt a cold feeling of fear.
“He was awake all that time?” she asked herself in disbelief.
Thinking about the consequences of what had happened, she walked down the stairs and towards the laundry room. “How will I face him tomorrow morning?” she thought.
“He probably doesn’t remember,” she thought to herself.
As she was wondering what to do about her indiscretion, she heard Jim yell from the living room, “How is Sam? Is he going to make it? Or do we need to call 911?”
“He’ll be fine, Jim. I managed to bring his fever down,” Nancy replied.
She couldn’t stand the fact that he was joking about Sam’s condition when he knew how serious it had become. Later that night, Nancy lay in bed, finally able to accept her feelings about what had happened in Sam’s room. She accepted the fact that her son probably knew she had given him a physical job. She thought that if he was awake, he might like it and they could put this behind them somehow. That being said, she couldn’t stop herself from reaching between her legs and feeling her pussy, which was still wet from the whole process. Now she’s burning.
“What a crazy night,” she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
<<<>>>
Back in the tent, Nancy looked at her son. Her attraction to him grew. Sam was blowing up a sleeping pad. To brighten his mood, she went over to him and whispered in his ear.
“I bet I can blow one up faster than you?” she teased.
As his mother sat in front of him, Sam began blowing on the other cushion, Indian style, with a smile in his eyes.
Nancy smiled when she found Sam looking at her sundress. She was wearing lace see-through panties which looked very comfortable.
Sam looked at his mother boldly. He easily beat his mother in fluffing the bed. Even if Sam tried, he could never forget his mother’s handiwork. It troubled him every time he looked at her. His arousal was at its peak around her. He soon began to appreciate his mother’s indifference as he stared at her trimmed pussy hidden behind the thin cloth. In fact, she was enjoying his wandering gaze. After finishing another sleeping pad, he tried his luck and reached over her and grabbed the other sleeping pad, rubbing his erection on her body.
Nancy welcomed his new confidence. As her son crawled over to her, she reached for his noticeable bulge. She grabbed his cock and they both giggled as she stroked it a few times. Sam was in heaven.
“Dad, where’s mom,” they heard Ali yelling from outside the tent.
