Tom James: Mama_s big boy

Pauline Norris was horny. She sat on the edge of her bed her nightgown pulled up around her waist, staring at her full thighs and the dark patch of hair between them. She wanted to touch herself, to pull the lips of her pussy open and slide her fingers along the hot, wet flesh, feeling the wonderful sensations build and build until her cunt started to flex and suck at her fingers, demanding something jammed inside it.

"Damn!" Pauline moaned with frustration. Her sixteen-year-old son, Alex, was right outside the door, and she didn't dare play with herself; she'd scream and he'd come in to see what was wrong.

Pulling her nightgown open, Pauline looked at her small, hard breasts, the nipples rigid, demanding to be touched. Even as she curled her fingers to close over one of the hot globes of flesh, she heard the shower go on. Smiling to herself, Pauline cupped her breast. She could let herself go, and Alex wouldn't hear it.

"Ohhh…" Pauline's eyes closed and she rocked back and forth, her ass wiggling with pleasure as her hands fondled her tits. She pinched her nipples gently and squealed with enjoyment at the delicious shocks the touch sent into her belly.

Her thighs opened and she dropped one hand into her crotch, feeling the heat of her pussy. It was like a big blast furnace, and the hotter it got, the better she liked it.

"Ahh…" She touched herself, ever so gently, and her body jerked. She looked down and saw the pink flesh of her cunt under her fingers.

"Pretty pussy. Nice, pretty pussy." She cooed and stroked herself faster and faster. There was a sudden, intense spasm of pleasure and pain mixed together and Pauline's hips jerked violently.

"Yes!" she gasped and got up, stumbling in her eagerness. She grabbed her hairbrush off the bureau and wedged the handle of it into her cunt.

Moaning, Pauline slowly sank to her knees, her hand ramming the hairbrush in and out of her drooling pussy. Her hips rocked back and forth, and Pauline sensed she was going to come any second. Her fingers scratched at the base of her belly, feeling for the button of flesh that would set off the explosion.

"AHHH!!" Pauline screamed with relief as her climax ripped through her. She pressed down on her clit again and was rewarded with a blinding flash of light that seemed to break her into little pieces.

"Uhhh…" She slowly pulled the hairbrush out and looked at the cum-slick handle with a mixture of disgust and anger. She was still young, she had a good body and a good mind, but she was reduced to fucking herself with a hairbrush!

Near tears, she sat on the floor, staring at the hairbrush. What could she do? She tried to meet men, but they were either happily married or just interested in a quick fuck. It wasn't fair!

"Mom? Mom, you up?" Alex was knocking on her door.

"Yes, honey. I'm up. Want some breakfast?"

Alex opened the door and looked in, grinning. "You bet!"

Pauline got to her feet and shooed Alex away from the door.

"I'll get dressed and feed you, but I'm damned if I know why, you eat your weight in food every week," she grumbled.

"If you weren't such a good cook, I wouldn't," he replied.

Pauline laughed. She followed him into the kitchen and put the coffee on before returning to her room to dress.

Wearing a tight-fitting pair of slacks and a loose blouse without any bra, Pauline briskly got breakfast for herself and her son.

Alex was already nearly a full head taller than Pauline. He was slim, rather than skinny and he had a ready smile that Pauline felt worked with girls. There were times when he looked like his father, but more and more, Alex was definitely his own personality.

As they ate, Pauline sensed Alex was uneasy about something. He kept glancing at her and then blushing slightly. Dreading it, Pauline knew she'd have to ask him what was wrong. She was about to, but Alex beat her to the punch.

"Mom… I… I got a real stupid question." His face was a fiery red.

Pauline got herself a cup of coffee and stood facing away from the table.

"What's the problem?"

"I… Mom, how big should I be?"

"Huh?" Pauline turned around, her eyebrows raised.

"At school, when I shower after phys ed, the coaches kid me and say I've got a real pussy splitter, and things like that."

"Pussy splitter? Oh!" It was Pauline's turn to blush.

Alex ducked his head, his face red.

Pauline fiddled with a button on her blouse and asked in what she hoped was a normal voice, "Just how big are you, honey?"

Alex mumbled something.

"What?"

Alex gulped and repeated, "Ten inches."

"Wow!" Pauline sat down and shook her head. "You are big, honey. But… well, I wouldn't worry about it. I mean, it… it doesn't get in the way, does it?"

Alex laughed and shook his head.

"Well then," Pauline smiled at her son, "I'd just let them kid you and grin at it. Okay?"

Alex, still chuckling, nodded agreement. He pushed his chair back from the table and got up just in time to answer the phone.

"Hello…? Hi, Mrs. Maxwell. Yeah, just a second… Mom, it's for you."

"Hi, Doris!" Pauline liked Doris Maxwell. They'd met at the butcher shop two years before and had become fast friends.

"Pauline, are you free today?" Doris had a husky voice, a real bedroom voice, Pauline thought.

"Unfortunately, yes, I am."

"Good! It's been ages since I've been on a picnic, and I thought we could take the kids and go out in the country somewhere and have one."

"I'd love to!" Pauline exclaimed. "Alex, would you like to go picnicking with Doris and Joan?"

"Yeah, sure." Alex liked Joan Maxwell. She was sixteen, and had a nice, sweet body that he thought about often, trying to imagine her naked.

"We'll be ready about eleven," Pauline suggested.

"I'll make a salad and we can get something to drink on the way."

"Don't make too big a salad, you know Joan hates them," Doris chuckled. "We'll pick you up just after eleven, okay?"

"Fine. See you then." Pauline hung up the phone and turned to her son.

"Let's be sure to take swim suits. You never can tell. Go down to the store and get me a big head of lettuce and some tomatoes, two or three should do it. Oh, Alex, one more thing, see if they have any cold beer. All right?"

Alex nodded and took some money out of the "food" jar. As he clattered out the door, slamming it behind him, Pauline turned and thought about what kind of dressing to use for the salad.

As she worked she hummed to herself, her earlier bad mood completely gone. She could lie in the sun, eat a little too much, get slightly tight and…

"God!" Pauline stopped and stared at the wall. She finally realized what Alex had said earlier.

"Ten inches? My God… he's… Jesus!" Pauline shook her head. Suddenly she saw herself naked, and Alex was between her legs, shoving his enormous cock inside her, deeper and deeper.

Pauline shuddered. She could feel her pussy getting wet at the idea. She didn't want to, but the sudden fire in her belly demanded attention. She slid her hand between her thighs and rubbed her crotch through her pants. Just the pressure of the heel of her hand was enough, and Pauline jerked as she climaxed.

"Ihhhh…" Her body sagged with relief, and she wiped the tears of shame from her eyes.

What was wrong with her? She was getting horny thinking about her son her son! It was sick!

Pauline shook her head, but the idea wouldn't go away Alex and his enormous cock. Sliding it into her pussy until she screamed, and screamed some more. His come squirting inside her, making her pussy squeeze down around him…

"Oh…" Pauline left the kitchen and hurried into the bathroom. She shut and locked the door and stood in front of the sink, her chest heaving with the depth of her emotions.