Tom Allison: Spread wider, mom

"Unhh! Oh, fuck, that feels good! Gonna cum! Ahhh, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

Emily stood outside her son's bedroom door, brushing her long, blonde hair away from her pink-flushed cheeks as she listened to what was going on inside. Paul was jacking off again. It was midnight, and he'd already beat off twice since dinner. Emily felt amazed and horrified that her son could have such an uncontrollable obsession with stroking his cock.

It had begun after the divorce, three months before. It was possible, for all Emily knew, that her son had been a compulsive masturbator for years, but the presence of his father in the house had apparently inhibited him from doing it so brazenly. Now it was as if he just didn't care how obvious it was.

Every time he started jacking off, his headboard started thumping against the wall so loudly that it was impossible not to know what he was doing. And two minutes after the thumping stopped, Paul would prance downstairs without even washing his hands. Emily was horrified to see the obvious cum stains on his pants and shining stickily on his fingers. She'd stared at him as coldly as she could, but Paul didn't seem to notice or care. Frequently he didn't even say hello to her now when he came home from school. He's just dash upstairs with a giant hard-on sticking through his pants, and then the thumping sound would start up a minute later.

And the worst part, Emily thought, was that she was now sure that her son was occasionally thinking about her when he played with himself. A month before she'd carelessly gone downstairs without a bra under a tight sweater.

Emily's tits were extremely large for her slender, girlish frame, and men ogled her tits horribly. But it had seemed harmless to dress as she pleased around her own son.

Paul had been in the living room that time. His eyes had riveted immediately to his mom's giant, firm tits darting from her slim waist to the fat nubs of her large, rubbery nipples protruding through the fabric. His cock had started growing in his pants, and then he'd excused himself to run upstairs and beat off again.

That had only been the first time. Emily had lost track of the times her son had made flimsy excuses to ogle her body. If she wore tight pants, she would catch him staring at her pert, rounded ass. If she wore a dress, he would stare at her legs. Nearly a dozen times now he'd barged into her room without knocking, in the hope of glimpsing his own mother in the raw. Once he'd caught her naked except for her bikini panties. Paul had apologized, staring straight at her huge tits, but that night Emily had heard the obscene thumping sound a six times in a row.

"Ungghhh!" The sound from the other side of the door was louder than ever. "Ungghh! Gonna aim!"

This is disgusting, Emily thought furiously.

He was proudly thinking about fucking his own mother! But she knew how desirable she was. Her beautiful face and voluptuous body had made her the source of male attention since puberty.

Emily decided that she was going to do something about it. She glanced down at herself, realizing that the lacy nightie she wore might only make her son hornier. Well, it didn't matter. It was her house, and he was her son, and he was going to do as she wanted.

Emily turned the knob and threw his door open. Paul was sprawled naked on his bed, his features contorted as his right fist flew wildly up and down his rock-hard cock. Emily suppressed a gasp as she realized that her son obviously had a much longer, fatter prick than she'd thought possible. She frowned sternly, her giant tits quivering as she stamped across the room to his bed.

"Paul!" she shouted. "Paul, stop it!"

"Oh, shit!" Paul whispered.

His hand froze on his stiff cock as he stared in helpless horror at his mom. Emily watched his eyes dart as he looked for something to cover his nakedness. But there was nothing, as he'd kicked the sheets off the bed. All he could do was lay there with his hand on his cock, fearfully watching his gorgeous blonde mother.

"Oh, Mom, this is really… this is really embarrassing," Paul sputtered. "Why… why didn't you knock or something…"

"All right, Paul, that's enough," Emily shot back sternly. "The reason I didn't knock is that I wanted to catch you abusing yourself, so you wouldn't try to lie to me about it. Paul, I am afraid I have just about had it with this disgusting obsession you have with masturbation."

"I…" Paul licked his lips, his face reddening. "I don't know what you're talking…"

"You do know what I'm talking about! Paul, don't you know how obvious it is? Don't you think I can hear the headboard banging against the wall every time you stroke your stiff cock? This is the third time you've jacked off since dinner, and I heard you do it twice this afternoon. And once this morning, too! That's six times in one day, Paul. Don't you care about anything except making the sperm shoot out of your stiff cock? You should be ashamed… Paul, take your hands off your cock. I'm not going to let you touch yourself in front of me!"

Paul reluctantly slid his hand off his cock. Then Emily gasped as she stared at her son's cock. His cock was simply enormous! She hadn't realized how long and thick her son's fuck-tool was while he'd had his fist on it. He was hung like a horse!

And it was so stiff! It was the stiffest cock Emily had ever seen in her life! The shocked mother gazed down at her son's fuck-tool, watching as his meaty tube of cock-flesh twitched and throbbed obscenely over his stomach. His cock-knob was swollen and puffy, and translucent drops of cock-juice were oozing out of his piss-hole. The whole upper half of his cock shone with sticky, oozing cum.

"Paul, this is so repulsive," Emily whispered. "How can I talk to you when you're lying there with an enormous hard-on? Make your cock get soft this instant!"

"I can't!"

The horrified mother realized how intently her son was staring at her huge tits. The nightie wasn't transparent, but she'd carelessly neglected to check the buttons before barging into his room. Her son could see the whole expanse of her deep, spongy, milk-white cleavage. And her nipples were hard, sticking through the sheer fabric. Why were her nipples so stiff, Emily wondered dazedly, while she was trying to lecture her son?

And suddenly Emily knew, with a profound sense of shame, that she was hornier than she'd ever been in her life. It was a wonder she hadn't realized how dripping, throbbing, and burning wet her pussy had felt before. Her pussy was so wet that her inner thighs felt slick with her own fuck-cream, and there was only one reason why. She was turned on, staring down at her son's enormous cock. She was horny for her own flesh and blood.

"Paul, please. This is getting ridiculous." But the fuck-hungry mother's voice was completely different now, soft and husky with her own irresistible longing. "Please try to make your cock get soft. I… I can't stop looking at it. This is very embarrassing. I don't want to sit here and stare at my own son's stiff cock."

She squirmed nervously on the bed, forgetting that the slightest movement made her enormous, firm tits sway like giant melons under her nightie. Paul's mammoth cock started pulsing and jerking uncontrollably.

Why, he's actually going to shoot his load, Emily thought. Her eyes bulged as she gazed at his huge fuck-pole, watching it buck and pulse.

"Paul, this is disgusting!" Emily babbled.

"How on earth can you start at your own mother like that? You're looking at my body, aren't you? Is that what you think about when you stroke that enormous cock of yours? Fucking your very own mother?"

Paul just moaned, and then sticky cock-juice started leaking out of his huge hard-on. Suddenly Emily realized that she'd lost all control of herself. Never in her life had she felt so horny, so crazed with the wet, burning need pounding through her pussy. A sudden, shameful image flashed in her mind, the picture of herself kneeling beside the bed, sucking her own son's cock, gurgling as she slurped down a hot, sappy gusher of spewing cum.