Elena Thompson stood at the kitchen sink, her hands submerged in warm, soapy water as she scrubbed a plate with mechanical precision. The afternoon sun filtered through the lace curtains, casting delicate patterns across her voluptuous figure. At 42, she was a vision of ripe maturity—her massive breasts strained against the thin fabric of her sundress, the deep V-neckline doing little to contain their heavy swell. Her ass, round and plush, swayed gently with each movement, the hem of her dress riding up just enough to hint at the smooth, creamy thighs beneath. Between those thighs, hidden from the world, her pussy ached with a constant, dripping wetness that had become her secret shame... and her deepest obsession.
Her husband, Mark, was oblivious as always. His tiny cock—barely four inches when erect—and his pathetic two-second stamina had left her starving for years. She'd faked orgasms, bitten her lip through disappointment, and eventually stopped initiating altogether. But her son, Alex... God, her sweet 19-year-old boy was a different story.
Alex had grown into a man overnight, it seemed. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a quiet confidence that made her heart race. She'd caught glimpses—accidental, she told herself—of the bulge in his sweatpants when he lounged on the couch. Thick. Long. Nothing like his father's pitiful excuse. The thought alone made her clit throb, her pussy clenching with need, a fresh gush of slick arousal soaking her panties.
She glanced at the calendar on the fridge. Mark was leaving tonight for a week-long business trip. A whole week. Alone with Alex. The idea sent a shiver down her spine, her nipples hardening into stiff peaks against her bra.
"Mom? You okay?" Alex's voice from the doorway made her jump, the plate slipping from her fingers with a clatter.
She turned, forcing a smile. He stood there in gym shorts and a tight t-shirt, his muscles glistening with a light sheen of sweat from his workout. Her eyes betrayed her, flicking down to the prominent outline in his shorts. *So big,* she thought, her mouth watering. *Even soft, it's bigger than Mark hard.*
"I'm fine, honey," she said, her voice huskier than intended. "Just... thinking about dinner."
He grinned, stepping closer to grab a water bottle from the fridge. The scent of his sweat—musky, masculine—filled her senses, making her knees weak. As he bent over, his shorts rode up, revealing the powerful curve of his ass. Elena bit her lip, imagining those strong thighs between hers, that thick cock stretching her wide.
The evening passed in a haze of tension. Mark packed his suitcase, kissing her cheek with his usual limp affection. "Be good," he said, oblivious to the way her eyes lingered on Alex across the dinner table.
As Mark's car pulled out of the driveway, Elena felt a rush of freedom—and forbidden desire. She poured herself a glass of wine, her hands trembling slightly. Alex was in the living room, scrolling on his phone. She joined him on the couch, sitting closer than necessary, her thigh brushing his.
"Excited for some mom-son time?" she teased, her voice low and sultry.
He looked up, his blue eyes meeting hers. There was something in his gaze—a flicker of awareness? "Yeah, Mom. It'll be nice."
She sipped her wine, her massive tits rising and falling with each breath. The room felt charged, the air thick with unspoken want.
The first night was torture. Elena lay in bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her hand slipping between her thighs. She was soaked—her pussy lips swollen and slick, dripping with arousal that had been building all day. She circled her clit slowly, imagining Alex's hands on her instead. *His big, strong hands cupping my tits, pinching my nipples...*
A soft moan escaped her lips. She froze, listening. The house was silent. Biting her pillow, she plunged two fingers into her dripping cunt, fucking herself with desperate thrusts. "Alex," she whispered into the darkness. "Oh God, Alex, your cock... so thick, so long..."
She came hard, her body arching, pussy clenching around her fingers as waves of pleasure crashed over her. But it wasn't enough. It never was.
The next morning, she woke determined. She chose her outfit carefully—a tight tank top that hugged her enormous breasts, the fabric stretching taut over her hard nipples, and yoga pants that molded to her fat ass like a second skin. No bra. No panties. Her pussy was already wet, the seam of the pants rubbing against her sensitive folds with every step.
Alex was in the kitchen, eating cereal. His eyes widened as she entered, lingering on her chest before snapping away. "Morning, Mom."
"Morning, baby." She bent over to grab something from the lower cabinet, knowing full well her ass was on full display—round, jiggling slightly, the fabric wedged between her cheeks. She heard his sharp intake of breath.
The day dragged on in delicious agony. They watched a movie together, her head on his shoulder, her hand "accidentally" brushing his thigh. Each touch sent sparks through her body, her pussy throbbing, leaking arousal that darkened the crotch of her pants.
By evening, the tension was unbearable. She suggested a swim in the backyard pool to cool off. Alex agreed, changing into swim trunks that did nothing to hide his growing bulge. Elena's bikini was obscene—tiny triangles barely covering her nipples, the bottoms a thong that disappeared between her massive ass cheeks.
They splashed in the water, laughing, but the playfulness turned heated. She "accidentally" brushed against him underwater, feeling the hard length of his cock against her hip. *Fuck, it's huge,* she thought, her pussy clenching emptily.
" Mom," he groaned softly, his hands gripping her waist to steady her.
She turned in his arms, their bodies pressed together. Her tits mashed against his chest, her dripping pussy grinding subtly against his thigh. "What's wrong, honey?" she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.That night, the storm broke.
Elena couldn't sleep. Her body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. She slipped out of bed, her sheer nightgown clinging to her curves, nipples poking through the fabric like diamonds. Her pussy was a mess—dripping wet, slick trails running down her inner thighs.
She padded down the hall to Alex's room. The door was ajar. Moonlight spilled across his bed, illuminating his naked form—he slept nude, the sheet kicked off in the heat. There it was: his cock, even flaccid, was massive. Thick veins ran along its length, the head flared and heavy. As she watched, it twitched, beginning to harden in his sleep.
*My boy,* she thought, her hand slipping under her nightgown to rub her aching clit. *So perfect. So much better than his father.*
She couldn't stop herself. She crept closer, kneeling beside the bed. Her massive tits heaved with each breath, nearly spilling out. Leaning forward, she inhaled his scent—pure masculinity. Her tongue darted out, licking the tip of his cock tentatively.
Alex stirred, moaning in his sleep. His cock swelled rapidly, growing to an intimidating 9 inches, thick as her wrist. Pre-cum beaded at the slit.
"Mom?" His eyes fluttered open, shock mixing with raw lust.
"Shh, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "Let Mommy take care of you."
She wrapped her hand around his shaft—her fingers barely meeting. It was hot, pulsing in her grip. She stroked slowly, marveling at the size. "So big... so much better than your father's tiny prick."
Alex groaned, hips bucking. "Mom, we shouldn't—"
"But we want to," she cut him off, climbing onto the bed. She straddled his thighs, her dripping pussy hovering over his cock. The nightgown rode up, exposing her shaved, glistening folds. "Feel how wet I am for you, Alex. I've been dripping all week, thinking about this cock."
She guided his hand between her legs. His fingers slipped through her slickness, parting her puffy lips. "Fuck, Mom... you're soaked."
"All for you," she moaned, grinding against his palm. Her juices coated his fingers as he explored her, circling her clit, dipping into her tight heat.
Elena leaned down, her huge tits smothering his face. "Suck them, baby. Suck Mommy's big tits."
He latched onto a nipple, sucking hard, his tongue swirling. She cried out, her pussy clenching around nothing. Reaching down, she positioned his cock at her entrance. The head stretched her wide, bigger than anything she'd felt before.
"Slow," she gasped, sinking down inch by inch. "Oh God, you're splitting me open... so thick..."
Halfway in, she paused, adjusting to the fullness. Her pussy stretched obscenely around him, juices squirting out with each movement. Alex's hands gripped her wide hips, guiding her down.
Finally, she took him to the hilt, her ass resting on his balls. "Yes... fuck, yes. So deep."
She rode him slowly at first, savoring every ridge and vein dragging against her walls. Her massive tits bounced with each thrust, slapping against her chest. Alex thrust up to meet her, his stamina endless compared to Mark's pathetic seconds.
"Faster, baby," she begged, her pace quickening. The room filled with wet slaps—her dripping pussy devouring his cock, her ass cheeks rippling with impact.
Alex flipped her onto her back without pulling out, pounding into her with long, deep strokes. "You feel so good, Mom... tighter than I imagined."
"Cum inside me," she pleaded, her legs wrapped around him. "Fill Mommy's pussy with your hot load."
He lasted twenty minutes—grueling, blissful minutes of her orgasming twice, her pussy gushing around him. Finally, he roared, his cock swelling as he pumped rope after rope of thick cum deep into her womb.
They collapsed, spent but not sated. The week had just begun.The business trip stretched into a paradise of forbidden fucking.
Mornings started with blowjobs—Elena's lips stretched wide around Alex's morning wood, her throat working to take half his length. She'd slurp and gag, drool running down her chin onto her heaving tits, until he painted her face with cum.
Afternoons were for slow, sensual sessions on the couch. She'd ride him reverse cowgirl, her fat ass bouncing as she ground her clit against his balls. Her pussy would cream around his cock, leaving a messy ring at the base.
Evenings brought missionary marathons in her marital bed—now theirs. Alex would pin her legs back, folding her in half, his thick cock pistoning into her sopping cunt. She'd squirt repeatedly, soaking the sheets, screaming his name.
No inch of her body went untouched. He'd bury his face between her tits, motorboating the soft flesh while finger-fucking her to orgasm. She'd deepthroat him as far as she could, her nose buried in his pubes, tears streaming as she choked on his size.
And always, her pussy stayed dripping—endlessly wet, ready for him. Mark's tiny cock and quick finishes were a distant memory. Alex was her everything now.
On the last night, as they fucked for hours—her on all fours, ass high, pussy gripping him like a vice—she knew this was only the beginning.
"You're mine now," she gasped between moans. "Mommy's pussy belongs to your big cock."
"And I'm never letting go," he growled, filling her again.
Their secret burned brighter than ever, a slow flame now a raging inferno.