Tom Allison: Stacked hot mom

"Ow!" Tony grimaced, twisting on the bed as his mother rubbed his back. "Be careful, Mom! That really hurts!"

"I'm sorry, darling," Sylvia sighed. She sat straddling his hips, kneading her thumbs into the aching muscles paralleling his spine. "I'm doing my best. I'm afraid you're just going to have to get used to this kind of pain if you keep playing football."

Tony said nothing. He lay naked on his stomach, a towel modestly covering his bare ass, a tall, lean, handsome teen who wanted nothing more than to be the star wide receiver on his varsity football team. In practice that day, he'd hurt his back after leaping for an overthrown pass. Sylvia had worked as a nurse during the early years of her marriage, and she knew that the injury was nothing more than a back spasm that would disappear within a few days.

"It's so embarrassing," Tony sighed. "I haven't even made the team yet, and I have to get injured."

"Now, now," Sylvia chided. "You know it's not your fault, darling."

"I wish we didn't look so much alike," Tony said softly.

"Oh? What's wrong with us looking alike?" Sylvia smiled.

She had short, wavy, dark-brown hair, like her son, and they also shared their naturally olive-tan skin and wide brown eyes. People always immediately identified Tony as her son, but they often thought that Craig, was adopted. Craig was a blond, like her kid sister Jill.

"Well, everyone could tell you were my mom," Tony protested. "I mean, they all know it was my own mom driving me home after I got myself hurt."

"What did you want them to think?" Sylvia giggled, playfully pinching his ass through the towel. "That I was a mysterious older woman?"

"I'll bet the other guys don't have their own mothers take them home from practice," Tony grumbled. "I mean, they were all staring at you and everything."

Sylvia felt her cheeks flush. "I… I think you know that men usually have other reasons for staring at me, honey."

Tony didn't answer, but his expression told Sylvia that he knew what she meant. Sylvia had just turned thirty-seven, and she wondered if she would ever be old enough not to have problems because of the extreme voluptuousness of her body. She was delicately built, with the slender bone structure of a model or a dancer, but every inch of flesh on her seemed to have been sculptured to make her a sex object.

Her legs were well-toned and curvaceous, shapely at thigh and calf. Sylvia's buns were round and firm and plumply protuberant. She had lost count of the times she'd turned suddenly on the street to find some horny male with a bulging crotch staring transfixedly at her ass. Her waist was only twenty-two inches; she hadn't gained an ounce since her eighteenth birthday.

But the main problem with her body, of course, was the size of her tits. Sylvia sighed as she looked down at herself, still rubbing Tony's back, seeing how her huge, firm tits stretched the terry robe. Her tits would have been just the right size if she'd been a broad-shouldered, tall female basketball player. But they were obscenely oversized for her delicate bone structure, and her nipples were just as outrageous, wide and deep red, with big, protuberant tits. It was impossible to go outdoors without having countless men gawk at her enormous, round tits – and gawk was the word for what half of Tony's football team – had been doing when she'd picked him up that afternoon. More than once she'd caught even Tony and Craig ogling the incredible voluptuousness of her figure.

"Rub lower," Tony said. "Shit, it hurts." Sylvia slid farther down his waist, wishing that she'd worn panties, flushing as she felt her furry pussy pressing Tony's bare thigh as she straddled him. She rubbed his spine briskly, trying to remember the techniques she'd once learned as a nurse. Suddenly Tony moaned and clutched desperately at his upper leg.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasped. "My thigh! It's killing me!"

"Sometimes the pain shoots down there," Sylvia said, wincing sympathetically. "It's normal."

"Oh, fuck!" Tony bit his lip. "It's like a knife!"

"All right. Turn over, honey. I better rub you there too."

Tony swiveled quickly onto his back, in so much pain that he didn't notice that the towel had almost fallen from his hips. Sylvia knelt beside him and briskly rubbed his upper leg. Slowly Tony relaxed.

"It… it's getting better flow," he sighed. "It was just this really sharp pain, just for a few seconds."

"That's what back spasms are like," Sylvia said, briskly rubbing and kneading his thigh, staring down at it. "Your leg probably won't hurt again tonight, I'll bet. The whole thing'll probably disappear tomorrow. Does your leg feel better now, honey?"

But Tony didn't answer. Several seconds passed, and Sylvia glanced curiously at his face. There was something strange in his expression now. His eyes were very wide. Why was he staring at her like that? Then Sylvia looked down at her body.

"Oh, Tony!" she gasped. "I'm so sorry. How careless of me!"

The carelessly-knotted robe had come completely open while she'd changed positions. Her son was staring helplessly at her naked body, at her dense pussy triangle and her round belly and what had to be the biggest firmest tits he'd ever seen in his life. Sylvia felt embarrassed to realize that her nipples were stiff, her fat tits protruding from the wide, crimson circles like eraser tips. She tried to close the robe hurriedly, but she was so nervous that she couldn't seem to grab the sash, and the movement just made her giant tits jiggle more seductively.

"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry! I should have worn my clothes, I… oh, Tony! Oh my Lord!"

Tony watched his mother's lips and eyes open wide with amazement. Then he saw what she was staring at. The towel had slid completely off of his hips, actually pushed aside by the sudden, dramatic stiffening of his extremely large cock. Sylvia stared in wonder at the gigantically long, fat hard-on now standing stiffly out of her son's cock-fur, his fuck-shaft twitching obscenely over his belly, his cock-knob red and bloated with cum. Looking at his mother's naked body had given her son the biggest hard-on she'd ever seen in her life.

"Good Lord, Tony!" Sylvia whispered breathlessly. "It's simply huge!"

Moaning with embarrassment, Tony tried to cover his huge cock with his hands and started to roll onto his stomach. But he couldn't. He gasped as the pain shot through his spine again. All he could do was lie helplessly on his back, looking guiltily at his mother as his mammoth cock continued to pulse obscenely in front of her.

"Oh, shit, this is so embarrassing!" he mumbled. "I'm really sorry, Mom."

"You… you don't have to be embarrassed."

But Sylvia hardly heard her own words. She tried to stop staring at his huge cock, but she couldn't seem to tear her eyes away, and soon she felt herself trembling with an irresistible, shameful lust. Lord, what a big cock, she thought, over and over… my son has the biggest cock I've ever seen…

"Mom, I'm really sorry about this," Tony mumbled. Guiltily he slid his hands back to his sides, knowing that he couldn't possibly conceal his hard-on. "I guess you better go now."

Sylvia hardly heard him.

"Look at how stiff it is, Tony," she whispered breathlessly. "It's throbbing so ltd. Did looking at my body do that to you?"

"I… I guess," Tony admitted.

"You'll have to jack off, won't you?" Sylvia murmured. "You'll never be able to get to sleep when your cock's this hard. Do you think you'll be able to?"

"I… I don't know. It hurts to move my arm." He chuckled nervously. "I guess I'll have to hope for a wet dream, huh?"

Sylvia didn't answer. Her cunt was throbbing very hard now, her pouting cunt-lips growing wet and swollen with her intense lust for her son's cock. Dazedly she continued to stare at his cock, completely forgetting that her robe was still open. Gradually Tony's guilty eyes returned to her body. He stared at her lush, naked tits again, and Sylvia gasped as his massive cock throbbed harder than ever.