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Nell couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had just finished doing the laundry, carrying with her a fresh smelling basket of her son Ryan’s clothes, only to stop outside his door. Coming from inside she heard a familiar sound, one she had quickly learned of when her brothers hit puberty, the panting and shifting noises of a boy masturbating. The very thought of her son doing that, her just-turned-ten practically baby boy, seemed impossible to her. Not just the idea that he knew how, but he was so young.
More out of concern than curiosity, or any illicit reason, Nell slowly turned the doorknob and just cracked the door open enough to see his bed. She had to stifle a gasp as she took in not just the sight of her son jerking off, but her son himself. In what quickly answered the question of why the elastics in his underwear gave out so often and why they were so frequently stretched out, Nell gazed at the absolute monster of a cock her son was packing. It was no wonder he was so loud as he pleasured himself, as he was hugging his cock to himself and pumping his hips erratically, stretching all the way up to his chest, just above nipple-height.
Beyond just being long, it was thick. Not just thicker than his forearms, but thicker than Nell’s. Her gaze travelled downward, taking in each inch as the throbbing member widened towards the middle, then gradually tapered off, below it bouncing a pair of balls the size of grapefruits. The very sight of it all sent shockwaves from the outside of her body all the way in, feeling a familiar tightening inside and a neediness that she hadn’t felt in years. She didn’t even notice having set the laundry basket aside so that she had a free hand to squeeze the crotch of her jeans, massaging a growing dampness in her pants.
How could a 10 year old have something like that to him? How did he manage to hide it? Had it really been so long since Nell last saw her son naked that he was able to grow that much? Another shockwave ran through her as she tried to calm herself down. Ryan was her son, for Christ’s sake! Her son. And she was married! To his father. The taboo nature of her thoughts was not nearly enough to stop her growing arousal, if anything it was contributing to them. Anyway, Ryan’s father, Will, was nowhere near as blessed as Ryan was.
What was she thinking?
Ryan having a bigger dick than his father was no way to think about her son! And it was no reason for her to bring her hand up, unbutton her jeans, and slide the zipper all the way down before putting her hand into her panties! Certainly no reason to slide her fingers further down, run them gently along her pubic hair until feeling it slick with wetness! No reason the slide a finger along her slit, back and forth slowly, until plunging it inwards!
And definitely, most certainly not, a reason to think about Ryan plunging his dick into her as she mounted him, looking at his innocent brown eyes and matching messy brown hair that was usually covering them as his mother took advantage of him. But there she was, knuckle deep in herself as she watched Ryan stop and shakily get up, too afraid herself to move anything but her finger. He grabbed… the wastebasket and held it away from him with one hand, frantically rubbing the base of the head of his cock with the other. Pointed away from him, his cock looked even larger.
Nell wondered if it could fit.
Ryan’s legs began to tremble and soon, with loud splashes and splatters, he began to cum into the bag-lined basket, shot after shot of thick, potent-looking cum, fresh from her son. She felt it happen to her as well, another ripple of pleasure going through her body, as if it was concentrating into her pussy, followed by her feeling her own legs grow weak as she came. Nell felt her hand become truly wet, a hand not nearly enough to keep her jeans from being soaked as the thought of fucking her own son, of being flooded with the same load he was wasting. It wasn’t so much the degradation of her moral centre as it was its total, utter annihilation.
The idea that she was even married seemed like even more reason to do this. Will wasn’t able to please her anymore anyway but sometimes it felt like she could count the amount of times she actually wanted to have sex with him on one hand. Really, he wasn’t even good at it. But Ryan… Ryan was big enough to just use as a sex toy with an extra cute body attached to it. And she was his mother! Taboo as it may be, what’s wrong with a mother having fun with her son?
It wasn’t until Ryan idly turned his head to the side as he slumped down at the edge of the bed and made eye contact with her through the crack in the door that her senses returned to her.
“Mommy?”
Nell quickly pulled the door shut, practically slamming it despite it being open only a crack, and ran off, hand still in her pants, the other being used to hold them up. No no no no no! She shouldn’t have been doing that! She shouldn’t have looked! She should have given him his privacy! Quickly, she ducked into the bathroom and closed and locked the door as if she was hiding from her own son.
Her own hung… virile… ten year old son… with balls she could practically use as an eye mask while sleeping… A son who could shoot off cum like he was a human fire truck. A son who must have taken after her side of the family because Will sure didn’t have what he had. A son who would be so much better to have than just the two fingers she was working in and out of herself. A son who could bury himself so deep inside her that she’d be changed forever by it. A son that she could bury into her chest while he pumped her full of young boy cum.
God, she had it bad, but the powerful orgasm she felt as she pictured getting bloated with boy batter made up for it a little. She couldn’t do much more than squirm as she leaned against the wall to steady herself, working out all the sexual frustration she could as she bit down on the side of her hand to stifle a cry of pleasure, not wanting to draw attention to herself any more than she already had.
It felt like ages before she was able to move again and, when she did, she just let out a disappointed sigh at herself and turned on the shower. If nothing else, she could just say that she was going to the shower when Ryan must have seen her. Yeah, that’s it. She’ll just lie to him. Ryan was always a little bit gullible, in the way so many children are. If it comes from somebody like his mommy or dad, he’ll accept it as an absolute truth.
Besides, if she told him what she saw, he might think it’s wrong to do. And, as Nell had just demonstrated on herself, there’s nothing wrong with a little pleasure for the sake of release. She pulled off her shirt, then flopped her breasts out of the cups of her bra, a sigh forced out her lungs as they bounced heavily into a resting position, nipples still firm with excitement, even if naturally slightly sunken.
If Ryan had been blessed with an oversized pair of balls, Nell had been blessed with an oversized pair of breasts. It was enough of a blessing that she took a little consideration into where the nearest shop was that could make her custom fit bras into account when she and Will moved in together. Some seemed to look at her as if they were an inconvenience, or unfortunate, but Nell had always loved them. When she was about Ryan’s age she was already out of training bras. Even back when she was in grade school, she noticed the kinds of stares she got, and maybe that was something she could use.
Had Ryan ever shown any interests like that? He must find something arousing with how hard he was going at it.
Nell thought back as she stepped out of her pants and panties, putting them aside so she could throw them in with the next load of launder, then stepped into the shower, immediately putting her face under the shower head. Was this really happening to her? Had the sheer sight of an almost overly hung ten year old, her own son, somehow managed to boot her down morally all the way into an incestuous pedowhore? Was that really all it took for this to happen to her?
She stepped back and started to rinse off her arms, then chest, then turning slowly to let the warm water wash all over her. It was hard for her to not be aware of her body, especially after all she just did. Each time she turned, her breasts brushed against either the wall, the shower curtain, or both, though her ass made a valiant effort to match its reach as well. Nell was a bigger girl, though not exactly fat. Her natural distribution left her with a bit of a belly and some love handles, easy to grab onto but not overwhelming.
Her breasts, of course, got the lion’s share, but her ass wasn’t far behind. Most chairs were definitely too small for her, more because her ass would balloon over the edges or feel uncomfortably tight around it. Soft and squishy all over, just like a mother should be. She was practically the living embodiment of a milf, complete with being an actual mother. Nell parted her breasts with one hand, letting the water run between then, finishing rinsing off. Satisfied she had showered enough for plausible deniability, she turned the shower off, reached for a towel, and began to dry off.
She bent down and picked up her shirt, putting it on without her bra, then wrapped her towel around her waist before using another to wrap up her hair to dry. Bundling up her soaked pants and panties, she inhaled to steel herself and open the door, hoping she wouldn’t come face to face with Ryan. Swinging the door open, she saw…
Nothing.
Nothing but the immediate sigh of relief she let out, at least. With the situation like this, she could just play it off as if she had never seen anything, keep her feelings to herself, maybe get a dildo as big as what her son’s packing to keep herself calm, though where she’d hide something like that is a question all its own. Stepping forward triumphantly, she felt her foot hit something and turned to the side to look down.
Oh no.
It was the hamper she left outside Ryan’s room, proof positive that she had been there. In the hamper, however, was something else. A piece of paper, torn from a notebook, with “SORRY MOMMY” written in big letters in pencil. Ryan had to have seen. He must have. Not only that, but now he’ll be left thinking that he did something wrong.
Rather than head to the laundry room, she turned the other way and walked to Ryan’s room quietly, slowly, like a child trying to work up the nerve to apologize, something Ryan must have done as well while she was in the shower. Still wearing just a towel and her shirt, she knocked on Ryan’s door slowly, cracking it open and finally speaking up.
“Ryan? Can I come in?”
There was a long silence before she heard him simple go “mhmm…” Just as slowly as she had cracked it open, she opened the door the rest of the way, stepped in, and closed it behind her. Sitting on the edge of his bed, looking like he was about to cry, was her baby boy Ryan. It was important that she do things just right, lest she make things worse, so she walked over and sat next to him on the bed. Not close enough to sit right up against him, instead leaving some space.
To her dismay, Ryan scooted to the side. Under his pants, she could see the shifting of his size that she was amazed she hadn’t noticed before.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“You saw me. Being… bad.”
Her heart sank at that.
“You didn’t do anything wrong though. It’s just… it’s…” Nell inhaled, trying to think of how to say it. “It’s… a part of growing up. Lots of people do it.”
He fidgeted for a few moments before looking at Nell, only to immediately break eye contact.
“Then why did you run away?”
Ah. Nell had made things worse before ever realizing it.
“Well… I… you see…”
She was torn. Torn between her motherly instincts and the little voice in the back of her mind telling her that this was the perfect opportunity. After all, he was her son, after all. What’s wrong with a little fun?
“Well Ryan, when mommy saw you, she wanted to have fun too, but the kind of fun you have like that is…” Each glance she stole at Ryan’s crotch pushed her morals further and further to the edge until, finally, they tumbled over and shattered on the floor.
“Mommy was worried you wouldn’t want to have fun with her because she’s so old and ugly…”
She laid it on thick, as if she was fishing for compliments from her own son. She used that one special tone she saved for special occasions, the one she used to get just about anything she ever wanted. Just in this case, it was her son.
“You’re not ugly! You’re beautiful! That’s why I was thinking of mommy!”
There was that wave of pleasure again. Right from the surface of her skin all the way inside her body, that tightness welling in her crotch again.
“Really?”
“MHMM! Mommy’s the most beautiful girl I know!”
While she was certain there must be just millions of girls he knew, what she was even more certain of was how she could play this unexpected turn of events to her favour. Apparently her body had similar ideas, because she had put her hand on Ryan’s thigh without even thinking it. Not just that, but she could feel how his cock must have been tucked down the pant leg she had her hand on.
“You know, if that’s the case,” she leaned over to Ryan, her breasts squeezing against him, causing the reaction of his pants squeezing against him as well, “you should let mommy help you. And then you can help mommy when she wants to have fun too.”
“Really?” His response was as excited as his face was red, and that had Nell thankful she had wrapped a towel around herself.
“Really! But you have to keep it a secret from daddy. This is something for mommies and their special boy.” She ran her hand over her pants to right on his throbbing length. He was so hard after having just cum so much less than half an hour ago. Each rub had him grow redder in the face, practically in an aroused daze.
“Now, Ryan… could you show it to mommy? She wants to have some fun right now.”
Ryan nodded slowly and then stood up, opting to stand on the bed rather than the floor as he awkwardly pulled his pants down. Nell wished he would go slower, the slow reveal of the thick base of his cock sprouting from his hairless crotch was enough to drive her wild. Thankfully, he had to slow down the further down he went, his massive member pressing against the waistband.
Then, a sudden bounce upward as it shot past Nell’s shoulder, only to bounce back down until it was resting not just alongside her head, but past it, its massive head drooling precum just as Nell was drooling all over herself at this massive, potentially devastating kiddy cock. She was operating entirely on instinct now, wrapping one arm around Ryan’s member, using the other to gently play with her son’s balls.
“Most boys aren’t this big, Ryan, you’re very lucky~” She planted a kiss on the side of her son’s cock, then another lower, then licked the entire way down until she was right at his balls.
“M-mommy…”
“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s lucky to have a son like you too.”
She pressed her face up against his smooth, ever so gently sagging balls, nuzzling up against them as she reached back to rub the head of Ryan’s impossible cock. They were amazingly warm and just so soft, but she could tell how potent and full they were. Potent and full and all for mommy. She kept nuzzling into him until pulling back to lick every inch of Ryan’s cock from base to tip, taking just a bit of it into her mouth and looking up at Ryan pleadingly, only to be met with an adorable expression somewhere between pure joy and arousal, with a dash of dazed confusion.
“Ryan, maybe you should lie down. Mommy’s gonna make you feel real good, okay?”
A nod, followed by Ryan awkwardly starting to lie down, massive cock swinging side to side like a caveman brandishing a club. A good blow from that thing could probably knock a girl his age sideways.
And up.
Once he was down, Nell started to work her way up to him, crawling over him on the bed, sitting up and scooting forward until his cock was standing upright right in front of her. The towel around her waist was tossed aside, and she started to pull her shirt off, revealing her self fully to her son, met with a “wow” from him, clearly in awe. She pulled his cock up against her, the top of it completely covered as it squished between her breasts.
“Look how far up you reach!”
“...your boobs are in the way…”
Nell couldn’t help but giggle, reaching inwards to hold her massive breasts apart, showing Ryan how he was long enough to reach a bit up her sternum.
“You’re gonna reach that far in mommy, okay? You don’t have to do a thing, mommy will make you feel reeeaaalll nice.”
It took her a while to get up past his cock. She first tried raising herself with just her knees, but found that it didn’t offer near enough height. Instead, she started standing upright on the bed, stepping forward, her dripping pussy positioned directly above the boy it gave birth to. And then, slowly, Nell began to lower herself until the head of Ryan’s cock pressed against her.
“H-how will it fit?”
“Mommies are specially made for their sons, it’s alright.”
She didn’t know that. She was pretty sure that it was a lie. She was pretty sure that if it wasn’t true, she’d make it true by taking the whole thing. Out came a loud moan as even working halfway down the head was enough to stretch her out. There was a pain to it, a pain she welcomed more of, as the pleasure she was getting now was more than she had in the bathroom. The real thing was so, so much better.
Still, that didn’t stop her from pausing her movements as the head finally made its way inside. She was panting, she must have looked like a mess, and she could only just see Ryan’s face with her breasts in the way.
“M-mommy… p-please keep going…”
He sounded so polite, so desperate, so timid even for his age, but that only spurned Nell on as she started to lower herself further and further, feeling the way her son’s cock completely laid claim to her insides, practically shaping her permanently to its needs. Her needs, however, were more cock, so she continued further and further until she felt the head press up against her, keeping her just a few inches away from the whole thing.
“Hold on Ryan, here it goes~”
She pressed herself down hard, not even able to realize her folly. Pleasure streaked through her as the pressure grew and grew until she finally pressed down such that the ten year old’s cock slammed right through into her cervix. It was an almost bestial moan that came out as she started to move her hips, lost in feeling Ryan inside her, desperate to squeeze down on him, to milk him dry.
“Momm-”
Nell’s moans were replace with words, though nothing any dignified mother would ever say.
“RYAN, YES! MOMMY LOVES YOU SO MUCH! KEEP FUCKING ME WITH YOUR KIDDY COCK”
She didn’t stop moving, but Ryan seemed spurned on by her words and sudden excitement, gripping onto her breasts by the nipples and squeezing, soon letting out high-pitched moans himself, quickly losing the ability to speak as pleasure overwhelming him.
“Mommy just loves your huge cock, Ryan! You should do this with mommy all the time!”
Her hips kept moving as she spoke, feeling Ryan throb inside her.
“You know all that stuff you sprayed in the trash? You should spray it inside mommy whenever you want!”
That got a reaction from him, his cock throbbing once, loosening, only to throb again, longer spaced than before, but more powerful each.
“Don’t you want to make mommy feel good too~?”
And with that, Ryan reached his limit. Nell felt the wave of cum travelling up his shaft well before it started to coat her insides. Wave after wave of wet heat flooded her, desperately vying for room between her and her tight grip on Ryan’s cock and, amazing, finding it. No matter how much her son may have fired off into the trash, this was a whole other level.
“M-MOMMY! I LOVE YOU!”
It was all the boy was able to get out.
“I LOVE YOU TOO, BABY!”
Nell could feel herself swelling the same way she felt Ryan stretch her out. It felt like the boy spunk was never ending, like she had bitten off way more than she could chew. Screams of pleasure came from the both of them as they gave in to incestuous bliss, mother and son, a mother who was starting to look pregnant already with the amount of cum in her. Ryan twitched under her, squeezing tightly onto her breasts, until finally his movement slowed, and so did the fountain of jizz.
“W-wow, Ryan… you sure love your mommy loads.”
Ryan didn’t respond. The entire affair had rendered him unconscious.
Nell didn’t mind, she just kept riding her son until the cum completely stopped.