Another Mom, Another New Roommate
Part 1 of 2
By Klrxo
Theresa felt her heart sink as the doctor's words echoed in her ears. "I'm afraid the nerve damage is permanent. He will never be able to achieve a natural erection again." She glanced over at her husband Mark lying in the hospital bed, his face pale and expressionless. A lump formed in her throat.
Theresa tried to maintain her composure but she could feel the tears welling up. Their love life had always been such an important part of their marriage. The passion, the intimacy. And now, just like that, it was gone forever. Extinguished.
A sob escaped her lips and the tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. She quickly turned away, not wanting Mark to see her break down. He had enough to deal with already. She needed to be strong for him.
The doctor placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "There are still options," he said gently. "Devices, implants. I can refer you to a specialist." Theresa nodded, unable to speak. It all seemed so clinical, so artificial.
Nothing would ever be the same again. She grieved for the loss of the intimacy they once shared, a closeness that could never be replicated by mechanical means. Mark would be devastated too when he fully realized.
She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes, forcing herself to be strong. They would get through this together somehow. Their love was about so much more than sex. But in that moment, Theresa couldn't help but feel that a part of their marriage had died, never to be revived again.
Mark turned his head slowly to look at Theresa, his eyes filled with sorrow and regret. "I'm so sorry, honey," he whispered hoarsely. "I never meant for this to happen. For you to be stuck with a broken man who can't even make love to his own gorgeous wife." His voice cracked with emotion.
Theresa's giant bobbies teetered beneath her blouse and bra as she rushed over to his bedside and clasped his hand tightly. "Don't you dare apologize," she said fiercely. "This isn't your fault. It was an accident. I'm just so grateful you're alive." She stroked his face tenderly, her heart aching with love and sympathy for her husband.
Mark swallowed hard. "But our sex life... I know how important that was to you, to us. And now it's gone. Because of me." A single tear slid down his cheek.
Theresa bit her lip, struggling to find the right words. She didn't want to cause him any more pain, but she knew she had to be honest. "I won't lie to you, baby. This is gonna be a huge adjustment. I can't imagine our marriage without that physical intimacy." She paused, taking a deep breath. "And the idea of never making love again, never having another baby together... it breaks my heart."
Mark closed his eyes, his face contorted with anguish. "I've failed you as a husband. You deserve so much better than this."
"Stop it," Theresa said sharply. "You could never fail me. I love you, Mark. So much more than I could ever put into words. We'll get through this together, no matter what it takes. You're my soulmate, my partner in everything."
She climbed into the narrow hospital bed beside him, careful not to disturb any of the wires or tubes. Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close, pouring all the love and comfort she could into her embrace. "We'll find a way," she whispered. "I promise. This is just another challenge we'll face together."
Mark clung to her like a drowning man, his tears soaking her shirt. They lay like that for a long time, mourning what they had lost but determined not to let it break them. Their love would have to be enough to sustain them through the difficult road ahead. Theresa prayed it would be strong enough to overcome this huge obstacle.
Meanwhile, across town, Theresa's father Frank sat motionless in his wheelchair, staring blankly at the baseball game playing on the television. The familiar crack of a bat hitting a ball and the roar of the crowd barely registered. He was lost in his own world, trapped inside a body that had long since betrayed him.
Suddenly, a loud female moan pierced the air, followed by the frantic squeaking of bedsprings. Frank's eyes flickered with recognition. The unmistakable sounds of ravenous lovemaking were coming from the bedroom he used to share with his wife Nancy before the stroke rendered him an invalid.
Nancy's ecstatic cries grew louder and more frequent, mingling obscenely with the play-by-play commentary of the game. Frank knew she was in there with Michael, their handsome 18-year-old grandson. He had known about their affair for months now, ever since he first heard them rutting like animals while he sat helpless.
The rational part of Frank's brain told him he should be angry, disgusted by their betrayal. But his useless body couldn't even muster the energy for rage anymore. In some perverse way, a part of him was almost glad Nancy had found sexual fulfillment again, even if it was with their own grandson. God knows their marriage bed had been cold and barren for years before his stroke.
His wife's guttural moans echoed down the hallway as she bounced wantonly on top of her young grandson. Her massive, pendulous breasts leaped heavily from her ribcage with each thrust, smacking Michael in the face. The teen eagerly buried his head between her heaving mounds, motorboating her warm abyssal cleavage with youthful enthusiasm.
"Oh yes baby, worship your grandma's big titties," Nancy panted, grinding her sopping wet pussy against his rock-hard cock. Age had not diminished her libido one bit. If anything, her sex drive was even more voracious, fueled by the taboo thrill of seducing her own grandson.
Michael groaned as her slick heat engulfed him, his hands groping the fleshy globes of her ass. He drove into her again and again, the force of his fuck-
strokes making the headboard slam against the wall. The bed frame squeaked in time with their debauched coupling.
Nancy rode him hard and fast, like a woman possessed. Sweat glistened on her mature body as she chased her pleasure, uncaring that her invalid husband sat neglected just down the hall. All that mattered in that moment was the delicious sensation of her grandson's young, virile cock pounding her aching cunt.
"Fuck me, Michael!" she cried, her husky voice raw with lust. "Fuck grandma's pussy so good! I'm gonna cum all over your big dick!" Her powerful thighs quivered as she raced towards her climax.
With a shout, Michael buried himself balls-deep, his knob like a purple gourd crushed against the sensitive head of her cervix. He exploded inside her with a pulsing volley of fat vicious cords of semen, painting her pink walls a slimy white. Nancy threw her head back and screamed as she came undone, her cunt clenching around him.
The Grandmother's engorged vaginal walls quivered and contracted around Michael's pink, veiny rod as her orgasm crashed over her in intense waves of pleasure. Gushes of her warm, slippery essence flooded out of her bulging urethral slit, drenching his pulsating shaft and balls.
Michael groaned deeply as his swollen glans jerked and erupted, pumping out repeated jets of thick, creamy semen. His potent, teen seed filled Nancy's quivering depths to overflowing, the excess spattering out to coat their sweaty, lewdly joined flesh.
Gasping and shuddering, the Grandmother ground her drenched, quivering vulva against Michael, prolonging their mutual climax. Their mingled sexual fluids squelched obscenely with each undulation of her wide, fleshy hips. Pearly rivulets of cum trickled down the puckered folds of her anus and dripped onto the bedsheets.
Finally spent, Nancy collapsed heavily on top of Michael, smearing his emission between their heaving bodies. Her tit-pillows engulfed most of his upper body as she peppered his face with sloppy kisses. His slightly softening penis slipped out of her satisfied hole with a wet plop, followed by a lewd ooze of semen. The musky aroma of raw sex hung heavy in the air.
"Damn Gran, that was some good pussy," Michael stated, catching his breath, the meat of his dong still twitching excitedly.
Nancy rolled off her grandson with a contented sigh, huge, sweaty tits drooping off the sides of her chest. "Whew, you sure gave this old broad a workout! I'm parched. Let's go grab some water, baby boy."
Without bothering to put on a stitch of clothing, the naked pair sauntered out of the bedroom, making their way towards the kitchen. They had to pass right by the living room where Frank sat motionless in his wheelchair.
As Nancy walked by, her massive breasts swayed and bobbled heavily with each step, the flesh quivering like jello. They hung down to her navel like two over-inflated water balloons. Wide areolas and thick nipples capped each heavy tit.
Behind her, Michael followed, licking his lips as he watched his Gran's fat, jiggling ass undulate deliciously. His impressive cock was still fully erect, jutting out obscenely from his crotch. It was enormous, easily 10 inches long and thick as a Red Bull can. Glistening dollops of his grandmother's juices dripped from the bulbous head, leaving a lewd trail on the wood floor as he walked.
Frank's eyes widened slightly as he took in the depraved sight. He couldn't help but stare at wife's gigantic, swinging boobs and Michael's horse-sized schlong still coated in her cum. The visual evidence of their incestuous liaison was undeniable.
Part of Frank felt like he should be enraged, humiliated by their total lack of discretion or respect for him. But his broken body couldn't summon any real emotions beyond numb resignation.
Nancy and Michael passed by without sparing him a single glance, too wrapped up in their own sordid affair to pay any mind to the pitiful husk of a man wasting away before the flickering television. His presence was less than an afterthought to them now.
The obscene jiggling of Nancy's elephantine tits and the lewd bobbing of Michael's cum-slick donkey dick burned into Frank's brain as they
disappeared into the kitchen, a final twist of the knife in the dying remnants of his pride as a husband and a man.
Just as Nancy and Michael were guzzling down glasses of water in the kitchen, the phone rang. Nancy glanced at the caller ID and saw it was her daughter Theresa. She picked up, trying to steady her still-labored breathing.
"Hi honey, everything ok?" Nancy asked, forcing cheerfulness into her voice.
On the other end, Theresa sighed heavily. "Hi Mom. I'm just calling to let you know I'm on my way to pick up Michael. Where you guys in the middle of making love?"
Nancy's eyes flicked over to her grandson who was lewdly scratching his cum-covered balls. "No, we just finished a long, wonderful session. We'll have Michael ready when you get here. How is Mark doing?"
Theresa swallowed audibly, her voice thick with emotion. "Not good, Mom. The doctor said...he said the nerve damage is permanent."
"Permanent? Oh, God," Nancy stated in shock.
"Yes the worst part is Mark will never be able to get an erection again. Our sex life is over." Her voice broke on the last word.
For a moment, Nancy was speechless. She knew she should feel sympathy for her daughter's plight. But she couldn't ignore the small thrill that raced through her that her son-in-law's cock was now as useless as her husband's.
Nancy offered her daughter sympathetic words over the phone, but her free hand wandered to Michael, fondling his still-erect cock, which jutting out from his crotch like a sturdy tree branch.
"I just don't know what I'm gonna do, Mom," Theresa sobbed. "Sex and intimacy were such an important part of our marriage. And we wanted more children. Now that future's gone."
"I know, honey, I know," Nancy soothed, stroking Michael's impressive veiny length. "We'll figure something out, I promise. I'm here for you."
As she comforted her devastated daughter, Nancy curled her fingers around Michael's thick shaft, pumping him slowly.
He groaned quietly, trying not to alert his mother on the other end of the line, even though Theresa was well aware that the two of them had been fucking on the regular.
After a few more minutes of consoling, Nancy wrapped up the call. "Drive safe, sweetheart. We'll see you soon." She hung up and turned to Michael with a wicked grin, her beautiful hazel eyes burning with lust.
"We don't have much time before your mom gets here. Quick, bend me over the counter and fuck me hard from behind!"
Michael grinned devilishly and eagerly complied, spinning his horny grandmother around and shoving her upper body down against the kitchen counter. Her huge, saggy tits pressed against the cold marble, bulging out at the sides like fat, warm marshmallows.
He kicked her legs apart staring at her fat globular ass- cheeks as he mounted her haunches. Grabbing his boner at its root, Michael plowed his sensitive crown through the fissure between her thick pussy lips, then rammed his huge cock into her slick, loose cunt.
Nancy cried out in pleasure as he began jackhammering into her, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against her gumdrop-sized clit with every rough thrust.
He pounded her hard and fast, grunting like an animal as he defiled her. The countertop shook with the force of his strokes.
Nancy pushed her meaty ass back to meet every pump, her butt-meat rippling as she reveled in the sheer depravity of being so thoroughly debased by her own grandson.
All the while, poor Frank sat forgotten in the next room, a silent witness to his wife's wanton infidelity. The wet, meaty slaps of frantic fucking filled the house as Michael ruthlessly slammed Nancy's curvy body, racing to finish before his mother arrived to pick him up.
The boy gave his Gran's ass a few hard smacks, making her ass-flesh jiggle. His powerful pelvic floor muscles began to contract as long cords of hot boy-semen began to hose from his meatus.
Michael pulled out, spraying his remaining cum across her plump ass cheeks. Then, he hurriedly got dressed just as his mother Theresa pulled into the driveway. Nancy gave her Grandson a tit-smothering embrace and tongue-lashing kiss before he headed out the door.
The car ride home was quiet, with Theresa lost in thought about the devastating news the doctor had delivered about her husband Mark's permanent impotence. Michael could sense his mother's distress but wasn't sure what to say.
Theresa glanced over at Michael's crotch and noticed the prominent bulge straining against his pants. The car filled with the pungent, musky aroma of his hot dick mingled with the unmistakable scent of semen and fem-cum. It was obvious he had just finished having sex.
"Honey, when we get home, you'll need to hop into the shower, ok?" Theresa said gently. "You don't want to walk around reeking of intercourse."
Michael blushed, embarrassed his activities with Grandma were so apparent. "Sure Mom, sorry about that."
Theresa was relieved that her mother was too old to get knocked up, allowing her son to raw dog his throbbing dick inside her cunt without protection. She knew that feeling his young cock-flesh enveloped by the tight walls of a seasoned pussy would give him explosive ejaculations like never before.
When they arrived home, Theresa went to pick up her two younger children from the neighbor who had been babysitting. She plastered on a fake smile as she greeted them, not wanting them to see how distraught she really was.
After tucking the kids into bed, the mother decided to take a long, hot shower, hoping it would help relax her and wash away some of the pain and turmoil. As the steaming water cascaded over her curvy body, she finally let the tears flow freely, her sobs muffled by the noise of the spray.
She mourned for the loss of her once-vibrant sex life with Mark, for the additional children they would never have, for the physical intimacy that had always been such an integral part of their marriage. Now that was ripped away through no fault of their own and she didn't know how they would recover.
After toweling off her voluptuous body, Theresa slipped on a short, silky robe that clung to her dreamy curves. The sheer material did little to conceal her braless state, her gigantic, heavy breasts clearly outlined. The hardened points of her plump nipples tented the delicate fabric.
Padding gracefully on bare feet, she went to say goodnight to Michael, who had retreated to his room. The boy's eyes widened as he took in his mother's revealing attire, gaze fixated on the enticing tit-cleavage spilling out of her robe.
Theresa, too emotionally exhausted to notice her son's subtle ogling, gave him a peck on the cheek, her monstrous, creamy boobie-cleavage on lewd display as it dangled before Michael lusty eyes. The robe was so short that he could see her meaty, naked butt-globes peeking out and swaying temptingly as she sashayed from his room.
"Fuck," he gasped under his breath, squeezing the meaty knot in his pants.
Theresa collapsed on the king-sized bed, sorrow and frustration coursing through her body. Her eyes fell upon the framed wedding photo on the nightstand, her and Mark beaming with love and joy. A harsh sob ripped from her throat.
Almost unconsciously, Theresa's hands crept beneath her robe, seeking comfort in the familiar touches that Mark could no longer provide. She cupped her huge melons, thumbing the stiff peaks, before trailing lower.
She slipped a finger between her shaved folds, finding herself already shamefully wet. Desperation overtook her as she began rubbing quick, frantic circles on her engorged clit. Her other hand pinched and twisted her fat nipples almost painfully.
Theresa frigged herself wildly, hips bucking off the mattress as she frantically chased an orgasm that remained just out of reach. Tears of grief and longing streaked down her face but she couldn't stop her feverish masturbation.
For two hours, Theresa worked herself into a frenzy, sliding three, then four fingers deep into her needy cunt. Her oversized breasts bounced and quivered as she finger-fucked herself furiously, the wet squelch of her efforts filling the room. But no matter how desperately she rubbed and probed and tweaked, the itch remained unscratched.
Finally, physically and emotionally spent, Theresa collapsed back on the sweat-soaked sheets and sobbed brokenly. Not even a series of unsatisfying, joyless orgasms could ease the ache in her heart and the throbbing emptiness in her pussy. For the first time since her wedding night, she faced the prospect of a life without the fulfillment of cock. The future looked bleak.
The next day, Theresa met her mother Nancy for lunch, hoping to get some advice and perspective on how to cope with Mark's devastating diagnosis. They settled into a corner booth, and after exchanging small talk and ordering their food, Nancy reached across the table and grasped Theresa's hand.
"How are you holding up, honey?" Nancy asked gently, her eyes filled with maternal concern.
Theresa's face crumpled as fresh tears welled up. "I don't know, Mom. I'm just so lost. The idea of never being intimate with Mark again, of our sex life being over forever...it's destroying me."
Nancy nodded in understanding. "I know, sweetheart. Losing that physical connection with your husband is a terrible blow." She paused, considering her next words carefully. "You know, when your father had his stroke and could no longer perform, you were very supportive of me seeking...comfort elsewhere. With Michael."
Theresa shifted uncomfortably, recalling how she had encouraged her mother to explore a sexual relationship with Michael to fulfill her needs. At the time, it had seemed like a logical, if unconventional, solution.
"I remember," Theresa acknowledged quietly. "And it did seem to help you cope with losing that part of your marriage to Dad."
"Exactly," Nancy agreed. "Having that outlet, that sexual release with a virile young man, it made the loss easier to bear. And it was beneficial for Michael too, giving him a safe space to practice fucking a woman properly."
She fixed Theresa with a pointed look. "Your situation isn't so different now, honey."
Theresa's eyes widened as she grasped her mother's meaning. "Are you suggesting I...that Michael and I..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought.
"I'm just saying that if you need that physical intimacy, that sexual connection like I know you do, Michael could provide it," Nancy said carefully. "He's a considerate lover, and it would stay in the family. No one else would ever know."
Theresa shook her head. "I don't know, Mom. The idea of carrying on an affair with my own son behind Mark's back...it would feel so wrong."
"Honey, you deserve happiness and fulfillment. Mark's paralyzed penis doesn't have to be a life sentence for your libido too. Just think about it," Nancy urged.
Theresa's brain reeled at her mother's shocking suggestion. Fucking her own son Michael? The very idea should disgust and appall her. But deep down, a small traitorous part of her thrilled at the prospect, especially after the aching loneliness and frustration of the previous night.
Despite herself, Theresa found herself morbidly curious about the sordid details of Nancy's incestuous affair with her son. "Mom...when you and Michael are together...what's it like?" she asked hesitantly.
A wistful smile spread across Nancy's face. "Oh honey, it's incredible. That boy has the stamina of a bull. He can fuck for hours without going soft."
Theresa swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "Hours?" she croaked.
Nancy nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "And his cock, my God. I've never seen one so huge. It's at least 10 inches long and thick as my wrist. He stretches me out so deliciously."
Theresa's breathing quickened, her nipples hardening into tight points against her embroidered bra as she pictured Michael's enormous member plowing into her own mother's mature cunt. "How many times can he make you cum?" she asked breathlessly.
"I usually lose count after a dozen or so," Nancy replied with a smug grin. "That boy wrings orgasms out of me like nobody's business. He's a pussy eating champion too. I swear he could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, just ask my clit."
Theresa squirmed in her seat, panties dampening as she imagined Michael's handsome face buried between her thighs, worshipping her aching sex with his talented mouth. The image was wrong, so wrong, but undeniably arousing.
Nancy noticed her daughter's flushed cheeks and labored breathing. She reached across the table and patted Theresa's hand. "Just think about it, sweetheart. Michael could take care of all your womanly needs. And it would be our little secret."
Theresa bit her lip, mind whirling with forbidden fantasies. Could she really cross that ultimate taboo line and fuck her own son? Betray her marriage vows with Mark? The temptation was powerful. Her nipples ached and her neglected pussy throbbed with need.
She knew it was depraved and wrong on every level. But in that moment, Theresa couldn't deny how badly she craved the sexual satisfaction only a hard cock could provide - even if that cock belonged to her 18-year-old boy. She needed to feel desired, to have her wanton lust sated.
"I'll think about it," Theresa promised, voice husky with illicit arousal. Nancy just smiled, knowing her daughter had already made up her mind.
That evening, after the younger kids were in bed, Theresa texted Michael and asked him to come to the master bedroom to talk.
In preparation for her chat with with her son, Theresa had slipped into an enticing lace babydoll nightie. The sheer mesh fabric clung to her voluptuous curves, the intricate floral lace designs strategically placed to barely conceal her most intimate areas.
The babydoll featured a daringly short hem that skimmed the tops of her creamy thighs and a plunging neckline that showcased her monumental cleavage. The cups were made of semi-transparent lace that did little to hide the wide disks of her areolas and turgid nipples, which strained against the delicate material.
But the most provocative part was the open flyaway front. The filmy mesh draped down either side of her torso, leaving a wide strip of skin exposed from neck to navel. It provided a tempting preview of her toned stomach and the deep shadowed valley between her heavy breasts.
The babydoll came with a matching thong panty, little more than a tiny scrap of sheer lace held together with floss-thin straps. The miniscule triangle in front barely covered her hairless mound, while the back disappeared between the globes of her shapely rear.
Theresa surveyed herself in the full-length mirror, hardly recognizing the wanton seductress that stared back. The lingerie left very little to the imagination, putting all her feminine assets on scandalous display. She knew it was ridiculously inappropriate attire for a conversation with her son, but given the context of their discussion, it would be absolutely perfect.
The anxious mother dimmed the lights and lit some candles, creating an intimate atmosphere. She was perched on the edge of the king-sized bed when Michael knocked softly and entered. His eyes widened as he took in his mother's revealing outfit and the sensual setting.
"Have a seat, honey," Theresa said, patting the space next to her. "And close the door please. I want privacy for this conversation."
Michael did as instructed, locking the door behind him before settling on his parent's bed, his thigh brushing against hers. He couldn't help but stare at the tantalizing expanse of his mother's heaving bosom straining against the sexy nightie.
"What did you want to talk about, Mom?" Michael asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
Theresa took a deep breath, steeling her nerves. "Well, sweetie, it's about your father's condition. And how it's going to impact our marriage...and my needs as a woman."
She shifted closer, her son's proximity igniting sparks of illicit desire. Michael audibly gulped but didn't move away.
Theresa placed a hand on Michael's thigh, caressing gently. "You know, baby, after your grandpa's stroke left him unable to perform, I was the one who suggested your grandma Nancy turn to you for sexual fulfillment."
Michael swallowed hard, nodding. "I remember. At first it felt kind of weird, with Grandpa right there in the house while we did it."
"I know, honey," Theresa soothed. "But like I told you then, you have nothing to feel guilty about. Grandpa should be glad that his virile grandson was there to satisfy Grandma's womanly needs when he no longer could."
She shifted even closer, her ballooning tits pressing against Michael's arm. "And even if it did bother him, there's nothing he can do about it, is there? He's helpless to stop you from fucking his wife right under his nose."
Michael let out a shaky breath, his cock stiffening in his jeans at his mother's crudely arousing words. Theresa's hand crept higher up his thigh. "With your dad's penis rendered useless, I find myself in the same position as Grandma now. I have needs, intense sexual needs, that only a real man can fulfill."
Michael groaned, desire surging through his body at his mother's lewd dirty talk. "I guess that makes sense," he said,
"Your grandma tells me what an amazing lover you are, baby," Theresa purred, her lips brushing his ear. "How your huge penis fills her up so good and makes her orgasm harder than she ever thought possible."
Michael flushed but nodded. "Yeah, Gran and I have gotten really close. I'm glad I can make her feel good."
"I was hoping..." Theresa breathed, voice husky with want. "That maybe you could help satisfy your mom's needs too. Take over your father's husbandly duties in the bedroom."
Michael blushed, feeling both embarrassed and extremely aroused by his mother's shocking proposition. His cock strained against his zipper as he struggled to process her words. "Wow, Mom, I...I don't know what to say. You really want me to...to have sex with you?"
"I do, baby," Theresa confirmed, her voice dripping with seductive need. "Your father can't fulfill his marital duties anymore. I need a virile young partner to fill his place in our bed. And from what your grandma says, you're more than up for the task."
She glanced down meaningfully at the massive, tubular-shaped bulge in Michael's jeans. He squirmed under her hungry gaze.
"If we do this," Theresa continued, "It won't be just a one-time thing. I have a very high sex drive, especially now that I've been neglected for so long. I'll need you to fuck me… multiple times a day, every single day. Morning, noon, and night. Think you can handle that, honey?"
Michael gulped, his face flushed with excitement. "Yeah, I think so. I mean, I love fucking Grandma Nancy, but the idea of getting to bang you too, Mom..." He trailed off, shaking his head in amazement. "It's like every guy's ultimate fantasy."
"Good," Theresa giggled, pleased by his enthusiastic reaction. "But there's one condition. I don't want to do this behind your father's back, like it's some sordid affair. I'm not a cheater."
Michael's brow furrowed in confusion. "But...wait, you wanna tell dad?"
"I'm gonna talk to him," Theresa explained. "Try to make him understand that this arrangement is necessary for my happiness and well-being. That letting his son satisfy his wife is the right thing to do, given the circumstances."
She squeezed Michael's thigh. "And if he doesn't like it, well, that's just too bad, isn't it? It's not like he can get up and stop us. He'll just have to lie there and listen to us have wild sex."
Michael laughed, his dick throbbing at the idea of cuckolding his own crippled father. It was so wrong but so incredibly hot. The boy's nervous arousal made him bold. "So, um…do you fuck as good as Grandma does? She's a really wild in bed."
Theresa grinned wickedly. "Oh baby, your grandma has nothing on me. The things I can do would blow your mind. Cooking and cleaning isn't the only thing we moms do well, you know?"
Michael shuddered, his cock jerking in his pants as he imagined his mother fucking him. "Damn," he croaked when she finished. "Dad's a lucky man. Or was, I guess."
"Your father always said I was the best piece he ever had, " Theresa bragged. "And these tits..." She cupped her enormous breasts, barely constrained by the thin gown. "Are even bigger than your grandma's udders. If you love huge boobs, you're gonna be in heaven, baby."
Michael stared transfixed at the heavy, jiggling globes of tit-flesh threatening to spill out of his mother's neckline. His mouth watered at the thought of burying his face in that deep, pillowy cleavage.
"54-G cup," Theresa revealed proudly. "These babies weigh over 15 pounds each and they're so deliciously sensitive. I can practically orgasm just from having them sucked and squeezed."
"Fuck," Michael groaned, palming his throbbing erection through his jeans. The fact that his own mother was brazenly flaunting her massive rack and talking dirty was almost too much to handle.
Theresa grinned at her son's obvious arousal. She decided to really amp up the naughty talk to seal the deal. "So Michael…what's your favorite position when you're fucking your grandma? I'd love to know what really gets you going."
Michael blushed but eagerly shared. "Well, doggy style is amazing. I love grabbing onto Grandma's wide hips and slamming into her from behind. The way her huge ass jiggles with each thrust is so hot. And I can reach around and maul her giant titties while I pound her."
"Mmmm, doggy is a great position," Theresa agreed. "It lets you get so deep. I love having my hair pulled and my ass spanked while getting taken from behind like a bitch in heat. And with tits as big as mine, the swinging and bouncing is absolutely lewd. Your dad always said it was like watching two beach balls caught in a windstorm."
Michael groaned, picturing his mother on all fours, her colossal breasts swaying heavily as he railed her. "Damn, Mom..."
"I'm also a big fan of cowgirl," Theresa continued, her voice dripping with seductive promise. "Straddling a man and riding his cock like a bucking bronco. With my breast size, I can totally smother my partner with my huge boobs. Just envelop his whole head in my cleavage while I milk his dick with my cunt."
"Oh fuck yes," Michael panted. "I love it when Grandma does that. It's like erotic titty-asphyxiation and a hot pussy- fuck combined. Her massive boobs completely cut off my air. What a way to go!"
Theresa chuckled wickedly. "I can do that and more, baby. In the reverse cowgirl position, you'd get a perfect view of my bubble butt undulating as I
bounce on your cock. My plump cheeks would totally eclipse your thighs. You could spread them wide and watch your dick disappearing into my gooey snatch, over and over again."
"Jesus," Michael whimpered, now openly squeezing his straining erection. "You're killing me, Mom."
"I give a mean lapdance too," Theresa boasted. "I can grind my juicy ass all over your crotch, teasing you with my dripping wet pussy lips through the thin fabric of my panties. Make you beg for it before I let you shove your fat cock up my hungry cunt."
"You're so fucking nasty, Mom," Michael marveled. "I love it!"
"You have no idea the depths of depravity I can sink to," Theresa purred. "I'm gonna teach you things your innocent young mind can't even conceive of. Corrupt you so thoroughly, mold you into the perfect pussy-worshipping pervert, but... I do have to talk to your dad first."
Michael's face was flushed with arousal, frowning as he was brought back to reality. "And if Dad says no?" he asked breathlessly. "We'll still fuck anyways, right?"
Theresa nodded, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Oh absolutely. Your father doesn't get to unilaterally decide that my sexual needs go unmet. If he can't step up and satisfy me himself, then he'll have to accept you taking over his husbandly duties in the bedroom," she stated. "But I would feel so much better about it if he agreed to officially turn that part of our marriage over to you. Give us his blessing to carry on an intimate relationship."
The next day, Theresa drove to the hospital with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation churning in her stomach. She rehearsed the delicate conversation she needed to have with Mark over and over in her head.
When she arrived at his room, Mark was propped up in bed, staring listlessly out the window. He turned to face her as she entered, his expression weary and resigned.
"Hi honey," Theresa greeted, forcing a bright smile. She leaned down to peck him on the cheek before settling into the chair beside his bed. "How are you feeling today?"
Mark shrugged apathetically. "Same as always. Numb from the waist down and full of self-pity. You?"
Theresa took a deep breath, reaching out to clasp his hand. "Hopeful," she answered, ready to engage in a discussion that could change her life for the better.
"Hopeful?"
"Yes, there's something important I need to discuss with you. About our marriage and...and sex."
Mark's face fell, sadness and regret filling his eyes. "I know, baby. I'm so sorry I can't be the husband you need anymore in that way. It kills me that I can't make love to you ever again."
Theresa squeezed his hand. "I know, and I don't blame you at all. But the reality is, I'm still a woman with needs. Very strong sexual needs that didn't just disappear with your accident."
She took a deep breath before continuing. "I've been talking with my mother, and she reminded me how supportive I was when she turned to Michael for sexual fulfillment after Dad's stroke left him impotent. At the time, I thought it was a good solution. Michael got to safely explore his burgeoning sexuality while satisfying Mom's insatiable urges."
Mark looked confused and slightly disturbed. "Wait, are you saying you want Michael to..." He trailed off, unable to finish the unthinkable thought.
Theresa nodded, holding his gaze. "Yes, honey. I want our son to step into your role as my sexual partner. Take over your husbandly duties in the bedroom since you're no longer able. He's a healthy young man with a strong libido, and from what Mom says, quite skilled and accomplished at pleasuring a woman now."
Mark stared at his wife in shocked disbelief, his face draining of color. "Theresa, no! You can't be serious!" he exclaimed. "Having sex with our own son? "
Theresa sighed patiently, as if explaining a simple concept to a child. "Honey, I know it seems unconventional. But we have to be realistic and pragmatic about this. My sexual needs didn't disappear just because your cock stopped working. I'm still a hot-blooded woman in my prime. I need to be fucked long, hard and often - there's just no getting around that."
Mark shook his head vehemently. "Then get a vibrator or something! But you can't screw our son, Theresa. That's so wrong on so many levels. It would be a complete betrayal of our wedding vows."
Theresa smiled sadly. "Mark, I love you. But those vows were made with the understanding that you would fulfill me sexually. And through no fault of your own, you simply can't do that anymore. I don't see it as a betrayal to have my needs met elsewhere. In fact, you should be grateful your virile young son is willing to step up and service your wife when you can't."
She caressed his face tenderly. "I would never leave you, Mark. You're the love of my life. But I also can't spend the rest of that life with my libido unfulfilled, my pussy aching and empty. Michael can be the solution, if you'll let him. He can be the hard cock in our marriage, the one to quench the fire in my loins, while you remain my soulmate and partner in every other way."
Mark's eyes filled with anguished tears. As abhorrent as the whole thing sounded, he knew on some level Theresa was right. Her voracious sexual appetite had always been a struggle for him to keep up with even before his accident. The thought of her spending decades with that itch unscratched was cruel. And at least with Michael, it would stay in the family.
"I don't like this, not one bit," Mark said shakily. "But I can see your side of things. I love you too much to condemn you to a sexless existence. And I suppose if it has to be someone, better Michael than a stranger."
Theresa hugged him tightly, tears of relief and gratitude streaming down her face. "Thank you for understanding, honey. You have no idea how much this means to me, to have your support and blessing."
Theresa gave him a kiss and hurried away to pick the kids of from school, leaving Mark wondering if he had truly made the right decision.
Nancy strode into Mark's hospital room later that day, not long after Theresa had left. A snug skirt clung to the half-globes of her oversized ass, and her colossal breasts straining against a low-cut blouse that left little to the imagination.
She and Mark had always had a chilly relationship, their personalities clashing. He found her brash, crude and domineering while she thought he was weak and boring, not man enough for her daughter.
"Hello Mark," Nancy greeted with false sweetness, not bothering to hide her lascivious once-over of his prone form. "I heard the big news. Such a shame about your broken dick. But how generous of you to let Michael take over your marital duties and service Theresa properly. Lord knows she needs it with her healthy appetite."
Mark clenched his jaw, face reddening at his mother-in-law's crassness. "Yes, well, I only want Theresa to be happy and...satisfied," he ground out.
"Oh she will be, trust me," Nancy smirked, her jutting tits looming over him as she paused at his bedside. "That boy of yours has the stamina of a bull and a cock like a battering ram. He's been stretching out my old cunt for months now and giving me leg-shaking orgasms. Absolutely ruined me for other men."
She leaned in conspiratorially, staring intently at Mark with her gorgeous hazel eyes. "And his cum, my god. When he explodes in me, it's like a fucking geyser. He'll pump a gallon of spunk into Theresa's fertile womb every day. Wouldn't be surprised if he knocks her up within a month, virile as he is."
Mark made a choked sound, disturbed by the gleeful relish in Nancy's voice as she described their son's sexual prowess and the daunting volume of his ejaculate. The idea of Michael impregnating Theresa made him nauseous.
"Yes, your boy's gonna fuck his mother cross-eyed," Nancy continued blithely. "Really give her pussy the hardcore pounding it craves. All the things you can't do for her anymore. I almost pity you, knowing such a stud is taking your place in your marital bed, knowing how loudly Theresa will be screaming his name as he rails her into the mattress for hours."
She patted his limp thigh in mock sympathy. "Don't you worry about pleasing Theresa. Michael will dick her down so thoroughly, she won't even remember you have a penis. He'll be too busy jackhammering her fleshly fuckhole into submission while she sobs with pleasure."
Mark felt physically ill picturing the vicious rutting Nancy described, his beautiful wife of twenty-years impaled on their son's gigantic cock, her body shaking and jiggling as Michael violated her. He wanted to protest the whole sordid arrangement but he couldn't force the words out. As much as he hated to admit it, Nancy was right - he was in no position to satisfy Theresa himself. And he had already given his blessing.
Mark tried to tune out his mother-in-law's lewd ramblings. Nancy had always been a handful, with her brash personality and penchant for oversharing. And now, here she was, going on and on about how her grandson Michael would be servicing his wife's ravenous sexual appetite. Mark's stomach churned at the thought.
"...and that boy has a cock on him, I tell you what," Nancy cackled, a predatory glint in her eye. "Thick as your forearm and hung like a damn horse. He'll have no trouble taming my little slut of a daughter." She fanned herself dramatically, her massive breasts wobbling with each motion.
Mark shifted uncomfortably in his hospital bed, wishing he could escape to some faraway place where he wouldn't have to listen to this debauchery. His pride ached at the thought of another man laying claim to his wife, even if it was their own son. But he knew deep down that Theresa deserved more than a sexless marriage.
"I'm... glad you think so highly of him," Mark managed through gritted teeth. "I just hope you both understand this is extremely difficult for me."
Nancy threw her head back and laughed wickedly at Mark's discomfort. "Oh honey, that's what will make it even hotter for Theresa! Knowing her poor, crippled husband is lying there helpless while his own son pounds her pussy raw. It's the ultimate taboo thrill."
She leaned in close, inches from Mark's face, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'll let you in on a little secret. When Michael fucks me, I cum hardest imagining Frank in the next room, trapped in his wheelchair, impotently listening to his grandson rail my cunt. The depravity of it sends me over the edge every time."
Mark felt bile rise in his throat at his mother-in-law's gleeful cruelty. The image of her writhing in ecstasy to the sound of Michael's rutting, getting off on her husband's humiliation, was almost too much to bear.
"Theresa may act like she's doing this out of wifely duty," Nancy continued, eyes sparkling with malice. "But deep down, it'll turn her on something fierce knowing she's cuckolding you with your own son. Having her tight snatch ruined by his superior cock while you lie there dickless. She'll cum buckets around his thrusting meat, screaming his name."
"No!" Mark said, shaking his head, not wanting to believe it. "She won't."
"Oh yes she will," Nancy giggled, "Theresa may pity you enough not to say it, but I guarantee this is her ultimate fantasy come to life," Nancy said. "Getting her holes gaped wide open by a young stud with a monster dick, right under her impotent husband's nose." She chuckled meanly. "You're a lucky man, Mark. Your son is a grade-A motherfucker, in every sense."
Mark clenched his eyes shut, trying to block out the vulgar picture Nancy painted. He didn't want to believe Theresa would take pleasure in his anguish. But a small, traitorous part of him wondered if his vile mother-in-law was right.
"Face it, Mark," Nancy said with mock sympathy. "Michael is gonna fuck your wife in ways you never could, even before your little accident. He'll
master her body, make her his cock-craving bitch. And there's not a damn thing you can do about it except listen and weep, knowing another man is dominating your woman."
Nancy laughed cruelly at Mark's defeated expression. "You know, I think you need a visual aid to really drive home just how thoroughly your son is gonna ravage your wife's body." With a wicked gleam in her eye, she reached up and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Mark's eyes widened in shock as his mother-in-law shrugged the garment off, revealing a lacy black bra barely containing her massive, heaving breasts. The cups strained obscenely against her flesh, deep cleavage spilling out.
"Feast your eyes on these beauties," Nancy purred, cupping the heavy globes and presenting them to Mark. "Look familiar? Theresa inherited her gorgeous udders from me. And soon, they'll be covered in your son's marks just like mine."
She reached back and unhooked the thick strap of her bra with a practiced motion, causing her enormous, meaty tits to tumble free. They hung down nearly to her navel, the skin mapped with purple hickeys and bite marks. Her thick, brown nipples were puffy and engorged, clearly suckled raw.
"Michael did this," Nancy boasted proudly, hefting her mauled breasts. "Spent hours just worshipping these big ol' titties. Sucking and biting and burying his face in my cleavage. I practically smothered him with these monsters but he couldn't get enough."
Mark felt his heart twist as he took in the lewd sight of his mother-in-law's ravaged bosom, the evidence of his son's depravity. The idea of Michael latching onto those huge teats like a nursing babe, gorging himself for hours on the abundant flesh, was beyond disturbing.
"Get used to it, Mark," Nancy taunted. "Because this is what Theresa's tits will look like every day from now on. Covered in your son's spit and cum and teeth marks. He's gonna feast on her bigger, milk-juicy jugs morning, noon and night. Really get his fill of Grade A mommy-meat."
She moved her shoulders, giving her pendulous breasts a lewd wobble, the love bites standing out starkly against her pale skin. "I bet he'll get her nipples even puffier and more swollen than mine from all the hard suckling. By the time he's done, her tits will be so over-sensitized, she'll practically orgasm just from having them breathed on."
Mark squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the obscene image of his son motorboating Theresa's bountiful chest, greedily devouring her tender nipples until they were fat and throbbing, leaving behind a roadmap of his oral ravishment. His heart twisted with despair.
That evening, Theresa carefully tucked her two young children Alyssa and Jayden into bed. She read them a soothing bedtime story, trying to keep her voice steady despite the nervous anticipation fluttering in her stomach. After kissing their foreheads and turning off the lights, Theresa made her way down the hall to Michael's room.
She knocked softly before pushing open the door. Michael was sitting on his bed, flipping through a sports magazine. He looked up as she entered, eyes widening slightly at her appearance.
Theresa had changed into a silky crimson robe that clung to her every curve, the neckline plunging to reveal an enticing expanse of motherly cleavage.
"Hey baby," she greeted, shutting the door behind her. "I have some good news. I spoke with your father today about our...special arrangement."
Michael sat up straighter, tossing the magazine aside. "Yeah? What did he say?" he asked eagerly.
Theresa moved to perch on the edge of his bed, crossing her silky legs. The robe rode up her thigh, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, creamy skin. "He agreed," she revealed with a small smile. "It wasn't easy for him, but he understands my needs and gave us his permission to have sex together."
A slow grin spread across Michael's face as he processed her words. "Damn, that's awesome, Mom! So when can we start? Tonight?" His eyes raked hungrily over her scantily clad figure.
Theresa laughed at her son's enthusiasm, reaching out to playfully swat his arm. "Down boy! I appreciate the eagerness, but I'd actually like to wait until our new bed arrives to consummate things fully."
At Michael's confused look, she elaborated. "I ordered a special extra-wide, reinforced king mattress for us. I have a feeling we're gonna be spending a lot of time in it and I want it to be sturdy enough to handle our most vigorous activities." She winked saucily.
Michael groaned at the implication, his cock stiffening in his sweatpants. "Fuck Mom, you're killing me here. How am I supposed to wait?"
Theresa smiled sympathetically, trailing a red lacquered nail down his chest. "Well, I suppose we could engage in some...preliminary fun to tide you over," she purred suggestively.
Michael's eyes lit up. "Yeah? Like what?"
In response, Theresa rose languidly to her feet. Maintaining eye contact with her son, she reached for the sash of her robe and slowly untied it. The silky material parted and slithered off her shoulders to pool at her feet, leaving Theresa bare except for the tiniest red g-string.
Michael gazed in awe at the sight of his mother's nearly bare form, his mouth watering. Her tit-melons were spectacular - just like his Gran's, with wide, rosy-pink areolas and rigid, fleshy buds. They seemed to sway heavily with each breath she drew in.
Theresa cupped her enormous jugs, offering them temptingly to her son. "How about a nice, long titty-fuck to take the edge off until our bed arrives tomorrow? Would sliding your big cock between Mommy's soft, slippery boobs help tide you over?"
Michael nodded enthusiastically, practically drooling as he ogled his mother's hefty jugs. "Fuck yes! Your tits are even more amazing than Gran's. I can't wait to get my dick all up in that sweet cleavage."
Theresa felt a deep, taboo thrill at her son's crude appreciation of her assets. "Go ahead and take your cock out, baby. Let Mommy see what she'll be working with."
Michael wasted no time shoving his sweatpants down and springing free his massive erection. Theresa's eyes widened and her heart started racing as she took in the sheer size of her son's manhood. It was absolutely huge, even bigger than she had imagined from her mother's boastful descriptions.
The fat shaft was long and thick, easily 10 inches and girthy as her wrist. The bulbous, purple head leaked copious amounts of pre-cum. Pulsing veins ran the length of his impressive cudgel. His balls were heavy and swollen, churning with an overabundance of youthful spunk.
"Good lord," Theresa breathed in amazement as Michael's behemoth cock bobbed lewdly before her. "You're hung like a fucking mule, kid!"
"You like it, Mom?" Michael asked, smirking proudly as he gripped his thick root and slapped the hefty meat against his stomach with a meaty thwack. "Gran says it's the biggest she's ever seen."
"I love it," Theresa confirmed, moistening her lips as she eyed his imposing sex organ with covetous hunger. Her pussy clenched and flooded with arousal. The mere thought of that mammoth phallus stretching her out and hammering savagely through her cock-hungry birthing tunnel made her dizzy with dark lust.
"I can't believe I gave birth to that monster," she marveled, sitting down next to him and reaching out to wrap her fingers around his bulky shaft, unable to close her hand around it. "No wonder your loads are so big - your balls must produce overtime to keep this beast fed."
Michael groaned as his mother stroked his tumescent flesh, savoring the steely heat against her palm. His erect manhood stood tall and proud, a thick pillar of flesh rising majestically from his loins. The stiff shaft was embellished with a lattice of engorged veins, pulsing with virile potency just beneath the taut skin.
Along the underside ran the bulging tube of his urethra, a pipeline carrying his vital essence. The twin chambers of his penis were swollen near to
bursting, gorged with the hot rush of blood that granted him this raging tumescence.
At the base, his manhood was anchored by the dense cluster of vessels and sinews forming the root, a powerful muscular knot that seemed to throb with a primal energy all its own. His mother couldn't help but marvel at the raw masculine vitality on display, a testament to the vigor and virility of the young buck her son had become.
She pumped him slowly, admiring the silky texture and watching in rapt fascination as another fat bead of pre-goo oozed from his meatus and ran down the shiny-skinned crown of his cock.
Theresa licked her lips again, overcome by the urge to lap up his musky essence straight from the source. But she restrained herself - there would be plenty of time for such depraved indulgences later.
The mother gently pushed Michael to recline back against his pillows, then shifted to straddle his thighs. She turned her upper body to the side so she could watch his reactions as she pleasured him with her breasts.
Hefting her massive mammaries, Theresa gathered up a mouthful of saliva and let the foamy spit dribble down into her cavernous cleavage, thoroughly wetting the fleshy channel. She then pressed the slick valley against the underside of Michael's straining erection and engulfed him in velvety tit-flesh.
Michael let out a deep groan as his mother's warm, slippery boobs enveloped his aching cock. His domed head peeked out the top of her cleavage, a thick stream of pre-ejaculate leaking out to further lubricate the tight, steamy space between her giant tits.
"Oh fuck Mom, your boobs feel amazing," Michael panted, eyes glazing over with pleasure as she began to slide her heavy jugs up and down his throbbing length, smearing his oozing fluids all over her jiggling flesh.
Theresa grinned wickedly, increasing the pace and pressure. Her pendulous breasts made obscene slurping sounds as they glided along his veiny shaft, the creamy undersides now glistening with his copious pre-spend. Her own arousal trickled down her thighs as she worked him over.
"That's it baby, fuck Mommy's big titties," Theresa encouraged breathlessly, loving the blissed out, slack-jawed expression on Michael's face as she smothered his huge cock in her abundance. "Paint my chest with all your thick, nasty pre-cum. Get me nice and slippery for your fat dick."
Michael could only moan and gasp as his mother expertly milked his pole with her pillowy mounds, her perfect tits molding around him like wet silk as she pumped faster and harder. The sensation of her pebbled nipples dragging across his sensitive skin was electric.
He bucked his hips slightly, fucking up into the heavenly warmth of her cleavage. His swollen glans poked out the top on every stroke, flushed an angry purple and weeping steadily. Theresa lowered her head to lap at the emerging crown with her long tongue, tasting his musky essence.
"Mmmm, you're leaking so much, honey," she hummed approvingly around his spongy tip. "Drenching Mommy's tits in all your naughty boy juice. You must be so pent up and desperate for release, huh? Balls ready to explode?"
"Yes!" Michael hissed through clenched teeth, feeling his nuts draw up tight as she pushed him closer to the brink with her filthy words and the delicious friction of her cleavage.
Theresa's tongue swirled around the swollen tip of Michael's cock as it poked out from between her massive breasts. She lapped at his drooling slit, savoring the salty-bitter flavor of his pre-cum as it oozed freely onto her taste buds.
"Fuck Mom, I'm gonna shoot!" Michael warned urgently, his balls seizing up and his shaft pulsating between her slick mammaries as his orgasm crashed through him like a freight train.
Theresa quickly sealed her lips around his erupting cockhead just as the first mighty spurt of jizz blasted against the back of her throat. She swallowed rapidly, gulping down jet after jet of her son's hot, viscous seed as it flooded her mouth.
But the sheer volume was too much - ropes of cum escaped the seal of her lips, spraying her face and splattering her heaving tits as Michael groaned and bucked beneath her, spewing like a broken hydrant. His eruption
seemed endless, painting his mother's upper body with his thick, sticky testimony of virility.
By the time his climax tapered off, Theresa's face was glazed with spunk, pearly streaks coating her cheeks and chin. Globs of jism clung to her lashes and dripped from her nose. Her tits were similarly drenched, huge wads of nut-batter webbing her cleavage and sliding down to pool in her navel. She looked utterly debauched.
Michael panted harshly as he came down from his high, staring in awe at the lewd spectacle of his mother cum-splattered and dripping. "Holy shit Mom, you're fucking covered," he rasped hoarsely. "I've never nutted that hard before."
Theresa licked a stray glob from the corner of her mouth, humming at the tangy flavor. "Mmmm, I can tell. You completely soaked me in your seed, you naughty boy. I'm absolutely filthy with it." She sounded more delighted than reproachful.
Scooping up some of the cooling spunk from her breasts, Theresa brought it to her lips and sucked it off her fingers with relish, putting on a show for her son. "Delicious," she purred sultrily, letting some dribble down her chin. "I can't get enough of your yummy cum, baby. I'm gonna be guzzling it by the gallon from now on."
Michael's cock gave a mighty twitch at his mother's lewd display of cum-eating. The sight of her licking his spunk off her fingers and letting it dribble down her chin was so nasty and wrong but indescribably arousing. His spent penis began to swell and lengthen again, ready for more depravity.
"Fuck Mom, that's so hot," he growled, eyes darkening with lust. "But now it's your turn. I want to taste your pussy."
With surprising strength, Michael flipped Theresa onto her back, making her massive tits bounce and quiver violently. She gasped as he roughly ripped her flimsy g-string off her wide hips and down her smooth, shapely legs, baring her dripping sex to his hungry gaze.
Her puffy outer lips were slick and swollen with arousal, glistening enticingly. Michael dove between her thick thighs like a feral beast, burying
his face in her steamy cunt. He nuzzled into her slippery folds, inhaling deeply of her tangy musk.
"Oh fuck yes, eat Mommy's pussy!" Theresa cried as Michael licked a broad stripe up her drenched slit, lapping at her overflowing juices. He groaned into her hot, wet flesh, relishing her familiar-yet-forbidden flavor.
Michael devoured his mother's cunt like a starving animal, licking and slurping at her soaked petals with sloppy gusto. He sealed his mouth around her engorged clit and sucked hard, making her hips buck wildly. Her pungent nectar smeared across his cheeks and chin as he feasted, her intoxicating cuntal aroma making his eyes roll back.
"Unngh fuck, your tongue!" Theresa sobbed, fisting her hands in his hair and grinding her aching snatch against his face desperately. "So fucking good in Mommy's nasty cunny! Don't stop, eat my fucking pussy!"
Spurred on by her wanton cries, Michael tongue-fucked her clenching hole furiously, plunging in and out of her clasping heat. Her babbled obscenities and the wet squelch of his oral ministrations filled the room. He nipped and nibbled at her throbbing clit, making her thighs quake.
With his face crammed between her legs, Michael looked up the length of his mother's body, taking in her massive jugs still smeared with his seed, heaving and jiggling with each gasping breath. The depravity of it all made his cock throb against the mattress.
Lost to sensation, Theresa pulled her son's head harder against her drooling cunt, smothering him in her overripe folds as she humped his face with abandon. Her eyes rolled back in her head from the intense pleasure, his stubble scraping deliciously against her sensitive flesh.
Michael lashed Theresa's clit relentlessly with his tongue, flicking the throbbing bud side to side as he sucked it between his lips. Her bulb was overly-plump and shiny pink, just like his Gran's.
Her syrupy arousal flooded his mouth as he tongue-fucked her convulsing hole with feral hunger, masking his face in writhing pussy.
"Oh god, oh fuck, don't stop!" Theresa wailed, her whole body going rigid as her climax surged through her like molten lava. "I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming on you, Michael! UNNNGH!"
Theresa shrieked and thrashed as a violent orgasm crashed over her, making her massive tits bounce and ripple wildly. Her eyes rolled back and she gushed like a geyser, squirting hot jets of fem-cum all over Michael's face as he slurped ravenously at her pulsing slit.
Wave after wave of ecstasy shook Theresa to her core as her cunt quivered uncontrollably around her boy's plunging tongue. Michael lapped up her copious release greedily, not letting up for a second as she bucked and writhed beneath his oral assault.
"Fuck fuck fuck, it's too much!" Theresa sobbed, the intense sensations bordering on painful in her hypersensitive state. But Michael was relentless, sealing his mouth around her throbbing sex and sucking hard, wringing another shattering climax from her quivering flesh.
Theresa jackknifed off the bed with a hoarse scream as she exploded again, painting her son's face with another gush of her essence. Her whole body convulsed wildly, ass jiggling, as she squirted all over his lips and chin in a seemingly endless stream.
By the time her second orgasm finally tapered off, Theresa was a boneless, twitching mess. Her over-stimulated pussy couldn't take any more pleasure without pain. She whimpered and pushed weakly at Michael's head, panting harshly.
"No more," she managed to gasp out, thoroughly spent. "Too sensitive. I can't cum again, baby. You've sucked Mommy's cunt dry."
Michael gave her quivering slit one last slow, savoring lick before reluctantly pulling away. His face was drenched in her release, dripping off his chin. He licked his lips, relishing her tangy flavor as he admired his handiwork - his mother sprawled out naked, sweaty and trembling from the force of her climaxes.
"Damn Mom, you really soaked me," he marveled, swiping a hand across his slick cheeks. "You squirt even more juice than Gran does."
Theresa managed a weak, satisfied grin even as aftershocks continued to make her twitch. "You bring it out in me, stud. I haven't cum like that with your father… ever."
As Theresa slowly came down from her mind-blowing orgasms, she noticed that Michael's massive cock was still rock hard and throbbing, jutting out from his crotch like a fleshy battering ram. Thick ropes of pre-cum oozed steadily from the engorged purple head, dripping onto the sheets.
"Mmmm, looks like someone's not done yet," Theresa purred, eyeing her son's straining erection hungrily. "Can't leave my baby with blue balls, can I?"
Mustering her strength, she sat up and wrapped her fingers around Michael's steely shaft, pumping him slowly from root to tip. He groaned at the sensation of her warm hand gripping his aching cock, hips flexing involuntarily.
"Lay back, honey," Theresa instructed huskily. "Let Mommy take care of her new dick."
Michael eagerly complied, reclining against the pillows and spreading his legs to give her better access. Theresa settled between his thighs, continuing to stroke his throbbing meat as she leaned down and pressed her huge, heavy breasts against his pulsing length.
Shifting forward, she trapped his cock in the deep, overheated crevice of her cleavage, smothering him in pillowy softness.
Michael moaned brokenly as his mother began rubbing her massive mammaries up and down his shaft, her flesh still slick with his drying cum from earlier.
"Fuck Mom, yeah, jerk me off with your big titties," he panted, eyes glazing over with pleasure as she worked him skillfully, using her abundant jugs to bring him closer to release.
Theresa grinned wickedly, pumping him faster, her own arousal building again at the debauched sight and sensations. She loved the feeling of his thick cock sliding between her slippery mounds, his pre-spend mixing lewdly with the remnants of his prior load.
Overcome with taboo lust, Michael pulled his mother by the arm and buried his face in her cavernous cleavage, motorboating her wildly jiggling flesh. He licked and sucked at the pliant skin, inhaling the musky scent of his own spunk as it coated his cheeks.
"Mmmm, yes baby, worship Mommy's big titties," Theresa urged breathlessly, squeezing her soft melons tighter around his head while jacking his cock with her hand. "Suck on them while I milk your hard dick dry. Gonna make you explode all over me again."
Half-crazed with need, Michael chewed and sucked his way up the inner-slope of her tit, then latched onto one of her large, puffy nipples and suckled greedily, drawing the sensitive peak deep into his mouth.
As his face sunk into the mass of fatty and fibrous tissue, he nibbled and chewed at the tender flesh of her areola and teat, making Theresa gasp and moan wantonly.
Michael grunted around a mouthful of boob, his hips thrusting erratically into his mother's pumping fist. The combined sensation of her stroking hand and pillowy breasts smothering his face was driving him wild.
"Oh my God," Theresa purred, feeling her tit orally mauled and her son oversized penis flex powerfully in her stroking fist
Pumping his hips upward, Michael's balls tightened, signaling his impending release. Theresa felt his shaft swell and throb in her grip, knowing he was close. She aimed his cock at the heaving underside of her chest, positioning herself for the coming deluge.
"Cum for Mommy, baby," she commanded breathlessly. "Glaze these giant titties with your hot, thick spunk. Paint me like the dirty cum slut I am!"
With a muffled roar, Michael exploded, his hips bucking wildly as he erupted like a volcano. Huge, ropey jets of pearly jism blasted from his jerking cockhead, splattering all over his mom's belly and bouncing jugs in an obscene shower.
"Oh shit," the boy sighed as her distended nipple popped from his mouth. His mom squeezed the last few dribbles of cream from his cock, then lowered on top of him, smothering his neck with tender kisses.
After basking in the afterglow of their orgasms, they cuddled in a sticky naked heap, resisting the urge to fuck as they drifted off to sleep in Michael's bed.