Boobs n Boners - SUPERSIZED
By Klrxo
"Good morning, slugger!" Linda's voice rang out in a singsong tone that sounded like a morning ritual. With golden blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and a figure that could rival any model's, she radiated confidence and sexuality.
A tiny white towel was haphazardly draped around her voluptuous body, barely covering her enormous tits. Bobby couldn't help but notice the way her meaty buttocks swayed with each step as she pranced into her bedroom.
Mesmerized, he followed his mom to the doorway just in time to see the towel fall to the floor, revealing every inch of her naked body.
Caught off guard, Linda quickly put her hands on her hips, her big bobbling pear-shaped breasts ballooning outward. She gave him a stern look, but there was a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"Bobby!" She whispered in a cute little mommy-tone, glancing towards the master bath where her husband could be heard getting ready for work.
For a long moment, Linda let Bobby drink in the sight of her naked body, not moving to cover herself. His eyes roamed hungrily over her voluptuous curves, starting with her large, heavy breasts.
They were capped by expansive areolas, the skin thick and textured, a dusky rose color. Her nipples protruded, fat and erect in the cool morning air.
Bobby's gaze traveled down her soft stomach to the juncture between her thighs. Her mound was completely bare, waxed smooth,
with her plump outer lips parted to reveal a hint of gleaming pink within.
Her protruding hood peeked out, partially concealing her sensitive grape-sized pearl. The shadowed crevice of her most intimate place seemed to beckon to him.
Linda felt a rush of heat between her legs as her son ogled her body so blatantly. She knew it was wrong to let him look at her this way, but she couldn't deny that his obvious desire thrilled her.
Her nipples stiffened further, the rings of her areola puckering into thick discs, and she felt herself growing wet...
Just then, the sound of the shower shutting off broke the spell. Linda quickly bent to snatch up the towel, her heavy breasts dangling and swaying. "You better get going before your father comes out," she whispered urgently, wrapping the towel around herself.
Bobby nodded, his mind still swirling with confusion and shock. With a heavy heart, he turned away as the door swung closed, the sound echoing in the empty hallway.
Seeking solace, he retreated to his room. As an 18-year-old boy, he couldn't help but be fascinated by the bodies of older women; it was a common curiosity for his age. But lately, his fascination had taken on a new intensity as his mother seemed to flaunt her figure around him more frequently.
Since his birthday, it felt like every time he turned around, she was there, half-naked and unashamed. He nervously rubbed at the bulge forming under his shorts, trying to push back the forbidden thoughts that filled his mind.
His gaze drifted towards the closed door, memories flooding back of the last time he saw his mom like this. She was breathtakingly beautiful; her curves and giant breasts leaving him in awe. They
were just like the ones he saw in those Juggs magazines hidden under his bed.
This was now the second time she had caught him staring, yet strangely she didn't seem angry or embarrassed at all. It only fueled Bobby's growing desire and confusion even more.
After a little while, he heard his parents emerge from their master suite. His dad continued downstairs, but Linda stepped into Bobby's bedroom, her high heeled mules clicking against the hardwood floor. As she entered, her eyes scanned the room and landed on the state of Bobby's bed and floor.
"This room is a disaster, mister. I certainly hope you plan on cleaning today," she scolded with a disapproving shake of her head. Her perfectly styled blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders as she leaned against the doorframe.
Bobby took a second to respond, distracted by his mother's appearance. She was dressed in a tight polyester mini-skirt that hugged her birthing hips and long, shapely legs, and a thin cashmere sweater that accentuated her gigantic titties.
"Yeah, uh...I'll clean it tonight," Bobby muttered, trying to tear his gaze away from his mother's figure.
"Oh, and I'm washing my delicates today. I'm gonna need all my panties back in my hamper before you leave okay, sweetie?" Linda said with a hint of authority in her voice.
"Panties?" Bobby asked, trying to play stupid.
Linda stepped closer to his bed and reached under his pillow, retrieving a pair of her black sheer thong panties.
"Yes, panties," she confirmed with a playful smile.
As she held up the panties for Bobby to see, he couldn't help but notice the faint stain on them. A stream of fresh cock-cream began to run down the fabric and onto Linda's forearm.
"Bobby!" she said again, not angrily but with a hint of amusement.
"Sorry mom," Bobby giggled nervously, realizing what had happened.
"No you're not," Linda teased as she tried her best to wipe the sticky substance off her arm.
The warmth of the semen against her skin and the aroma of teen pheromones sent a shiver down Linda's spine. She couldn't believe how much there was, surely it couldn't all be from one ejaculation?
"Some girls would just lick it up and swallow it," her son joked, breaking the tension in the room.
"Yeah, well I'm not 'some girl'," she retorted, trying to act uncomfortable. "I'm your mother and I certainly don't need the taste of your sperm on my tongue when I kiss your father goodbye this morning."
Bobby smirked, clearly enjoying his mother's discomfort. "You look really nice today by the way," he said, trying to ease the tension.
Linda couldn't help but glance down at the tent forming in her son's shorts. Her eyes widened as she saw the immense erection straining against the fabric. "Yeah, I can tell... Thank you," she managed to say through gritted teeth, forcing a smile.
"You're welcome," Bobby replied with a mischievous grin.
He could feel his mother's gaze burning into him as she watched his impressive display. "Does that thing um…ever go down?" she teased, sounding like a flustered teenager.
"Not when you're around," he quipped back. "Wanna see something cool?"
"Ooookaaay," Linda hesitantly agreed, giving him a curious look.
With a sly grin, Bobby flexed his pelvic floor muscles, causing his boner to rise even higher under his shorts. The sheer size and hardness of it pushed against the fabric with an unmistakable force.
Linda's breath caught in her throat as she felt her own body react to the sight of such an oversized dick. Her clam tightened and her nipples began to chub beneath her shirt.
She tore her gaze away from her son's bulge and met his eyes, realizing he had been watching her reaction.
"Show off," she teased, trying to hide the intense desire stirring within her.
The realization dawned on Linda as to why all the mothers she knew were constantly trying to seduce eighteen-year-old boys. Her body couldn't help but react to the thought, her pulse racing and her breathing quickening.
"Will you sit on my lap...like you did the other morning?" Bobby asked, his own voice husky with desire.
Linda felt a surge of arousal at his words, her mind battling with her sense of responsibility as a mother and a wife.
"Oh sweetie, not this morning. I have to start on breakfast," she said, trying to resist temptation.
"Please...just a few minutes," Bobby begged, desperation evident in his tone.
She couldn't resist any longer, and with a quick glance down the hallway to ensure her husband was occupied downstairs, she gave in to her son's request.
"One minute and that's it for this morning...okay?" she said, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.
"Fine," Bobby agreed eagerly as he sat down on his desk chair.
Linda gracefully strode over to her boy, swiveling her hips seductively as she approached his chair. She turned around and slowly lowered herself onto his lap, relishing the contact as her plush ass sank down onto his rock-hard cock.
Even through their layers of clothing, she could feel every detail of his impressive teenage erection pressing urgently against her soft flesh. The thick, veiny shaft throbbed with virile power, pulsing in time with his racing heartbeat. The swollen, bulbous head strained forcefully at the confines of his shorts, betraying his desperate state of arousal.
Linda let out a shaky breath as she settled her full weight onto him, the unyielding rigidity of his manhood sending jolts of pleasure radiating through her core.
She squirmed slightly, rubbing herself against the prominent ridge of his corona, savoring the exquisite friction.
Bobby groaned, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "Oh God, Mom..." he panted, clearly struggling to maintain control. His strong hands gripped her hips possessively, pulling her tighter against his lap.
Linda's eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in the forbidden sensations, her body moving of its own accord, undulating against her son's mighty erection. Rational thought fled as primal lust consumed her.
"You're so damn cute," she couldn't help but smile as she felt the length of his manhood tucked between her soft butt cheeks. Despite sitting on her husband's lap often, it never felt quite like this. Was her son truly endowed with such size? It felt like a thick, juicy Italian sausage was nestled in the crevice of her bubble butt.
Bobby politely broke through her thoughts. "Can you, um…do that thing you did the other day?"
"That thing?" she repeated, teasingly. "You mean this?" She squeezed her buttocks together, enveloping his rod in the warmth and tightness of her ass-crack.
"Oh-h-h yeah," Bobby's voice quivered in response.
Linda turned slightly towards him with an arm resting on his shoulder, giving him a full view of her tremendous cleavage. The edges of her bra were visible through her sweater, straining to contain the bulging breast- meat beneath. With a quick flex of her chest muscles, she made her breasts ripple enticingly beneath the fabric.
"You're not the only show-off in this house," she playfully grinned at him.
She pulled him closer, his head resting on the soft swell of her breasts. Her arms enveloped him in a gentle embrace as she rocked back and forth, feeling his girthy erection pressing against her warm crevice. His sinewy stalk flexed again and again, tightly engorged with blood.
A wave of guilt washed over her as she remembered her husband waiting downstairs for his breakfast while she indulged in these taboo acts with their son. But the thrill of it all sent jolts of wicked excitement coursing through her body, from the pit of her stomach
down to her bare feet. What did it all mean? She couldn't help but wonder.
"Oh, and while I'm thinking of it…you can still come see me when I'm getting dressed. Just make sure your father is downstairs first, okay?" Linda said with a knowing smile.
"Okay," Bobby grinned mischievously, fully aware of the forbidden nature of their secret encounters.
Bobby's hips began to move, slowly at first but building in intensity. His mother found herself instinctively pushing back against him, meeting his mini-thrusts, as if some primal instinct had taken over.
Their bodies soon began to rock together in a forbidden dance, his firm manhood nestled between her supple cheeks.
The old wooden chair beneath them groaned and squeaked in protest as their motions grew more fervent, more wanton.
Linda bit her lip to stifle a moan, the exquisite friction of her boy's dick-meat against her sensitive asshole sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through her core. Bobby's breath came hot and heavy against her neck.
For a fleeting ten seconds, they lost themselves completely in the taboo sensations, their bodies undulating as one, propriety and familial boundaries momentarily forgotten.
Linda's sweater rode up, exposing her midriff as she arched her back and swiveled her child-bearing hips. The chair wobbled precariously, threatening to topple over from the force of their illicit dry humping.
With a gasp, Linda suddenly pulled away, standing up to narrowly avoiding falling off the chair entirely. Her face was flushed, her hair mussed, and her clothes askew.
She quickly adjusted her bra, tucking her heaving breasts back into the cups. That had been too close, too risky. They couldn't let things get that far, no matter how good it felt in the heat of the moment.
Linda's gentle smile spread across her face as she placed a hand on Bobby's shoulder. "There... feel better?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
"Yeah, I could do that all day," Bobby replied, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"Somehow I don't doubt that," Linda chuckled, her gaze drifting down to the noticeable bulge in Bobby's shorts.
"You might wanna change your shorts before you come downstairs," she suggested with a teasing smile.
Bobby's eyes followed hers and he blushed when he saw the large wet stain of pre-cum seeping through his shorts. "Guess I got a little too excited," he mumbled sheepishly.
"Ya think?" Linda giggled, enjoying the sight of her son's embarrassment.
She turned to leave, but paused when she noticed another pair of her panties hanging from the inside door handle. "Bobby!" she said with mock annoyance, reaching out to grab them.
"Sorry, mom...I'll put the rest of them in your hamper," he quickly apologized.
"Thank you...and after you change, make sure you get that 'monster' under control before you come downstairs," Linda said with a playful wink, giving his still prominent cock another sly glance.
She could be upset about the panties, but why? He was just a teenage boy after all, going through normal hormonal changes and exploring his sexuality. And didn't all boys use their mother's
underwear for these types of things? A part of her couldn't help but feel a strange mix of flattery and amusement.
She imagined him sneaking into her room while she was away and digging through her hamper to find the perfect pair. Maybe he even had a ritual; smelling them, savoring the strong pungent aroma of her clean-shaven mommy-muffin. Perhaps he even turned them inside out and sucked on the crotch, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the taste of her daily trickle of pussy butter filled his mouth.
Linda shook herself out of the alluring thoughts and picked up the pair of soaked panties with two fingers. Strands of her son's semen dripped from them towards them, and she caught one with her fingers as she stepped out into the hallway.
Curiosity getting the best of her, Linda brought it up to her nose and took a whiff. The musky scent of male arousal mixed with her own unique scent assaulted her senses.
Without hesitation, she scraped the glob of cock-juice onto her tongue. It was thick and sweet, just as she expected from a boy his age. A wicked thrill shot through her body as she realized what she had just done. She had tasted the milk from her own son's balls, the same milk that had squirted out of the tip of his penis no more than an hour ago. But instead of feeling disgusted, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal.
"Well, he tasted me...fair's fair," she thought to herself And yet, even as she tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, a small part of her couldn't deny the butterflies fluttering in her stomach at the forbidden act she had just committed.
As Bobby sat at the breakfast table, his eyes couldn't help but follow his mother's every move around the kitchen. Her long bronze legs, strong and toned yet still possessing a softness that made them irresistible, seemed to glide effortlessly across the floor.
Every few minutes, as Linda reached up into a cupboard, she would shift her weight onto the toes of one foot, her heel arched in her mules and her legs flexing in a way that sent blood rushing to Bobby's groin.
He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have those silky, powerful legs wrapped around him, or to see them thrown back into a spread eagle position with her sexy bare feet pointed in opposite directions.
And then there were her breasts. Soft and squishy and ginormous, seemingly always in motion as she moved about the kitchen. They were like mountains of flesh, shifting and bobbing with each step she took, a feast for any young boy's eyes.
With her husband sitting next to her, Linda gave her son a cute little wink as if knowing exactly what was wandering through his dirty little mind.
While Linda continued chatting with her husband about their upcoming weekend plans, she slipped her bare foot out of her heel beneath the table. Glancing over to make sure Bobby was watching, she slowly slid her foot up his leg, starting at his ankle.
She traced her toes along his calf, feeling the wiry hairs and taut young muscles. Higher and higher she went, curling her toes against his inner thigh. Bobby squirmed in his seat, eyes wide as saucers.
Linda suppressed a smirk and maintained her casual conversation, nodding along to her oblivious husband's words. But under the table, her foot was on a mission, grazing ever so lightly over the growing bulge in Bobby's shorts. She pushed down gently with her big toe, rubbing small circles over the tip of his hardness straining against the fabric. Bobby let out a muffled gasp.
"You okay there, champ?" his dad asked, noticing Bobby's reddened face.
"Yeah, I'm good," Bobby croaked, his voice cracking. "Just got some orange juice down the wrong pipe."
Linda had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. She continued teasing him, stroking her foot up and down the rigid length now throbbing against his fly.
Poor Bobby looked like he would explode any second. Feeling delightfully wicked, Linda curled her toes around the shape of his cockhead and squeezed...
"Um, shit! I probably should get going to school," the boy stammered, his face flushing with embarrassment as he tried to conceal his erection.
His wide-eyed mother watched in delight as he rushed from the kitchen. "Have a good day at school, honey!" she sang out.
Bobby could hardly focus on anything during class that day. His mind kept drifting back to the morning's events...his mother turning towards him, her hands resting gently on her hips, her fat, drooping swaying and glistening from the shower.
"Bobby!" her sweet voice whispered once again.
The memory replayed in his mind...mom turning, her tits wobbling, her hands placed firmly on her wide hips.
"Bobby!" the whisper came again.
He couldn't shake the image from his mind...her beautiful face with wet slicked-back hair, her ballooning breasts adorned with cute little stretch marks from their weight, her large areolas dotted with milk glands and perfect nipples made for sucking. And then there was the crown jewel of motherhood - her mons pubis, completely exposed.
Bobby's arousal threatened to burst through his shorts. He could feel his mother's soft buttocks pressing against it, smothering it with each movement.
"Caught you staring!" he heard her say with a teasing tone.
He remembered her gaze falling upon his large penis, her eyes widened and her mouth slightly parted. It was a new expression from her, one that he had never seen before. In that moment, he knew he was impressing her. The fact that it was his own mother only added to the excitement for Bobby.
"Show off," she teased, sounding like a nervous young girl who desperately wanted to touch it.
Bobby's mind often wandered to a fantasy world, where his young and naked body laid atop his beautiful, big-busted mother. Her arms embraced him tightly, her long, painted nails digging into his back as she pulled him closer.
With a smooth, effortless motion, her strong legs coiled around him until her heels rested against his behind, holding him firmly in place against her. Together, they began to rise towards the clouds, their movements akin to that of a spider carrying its prey towards its web.
In this dreamlike state, Linda would take hold of Bobby's throbbing member and guide it into the warm, wet embrace of her eager and gaping womanhood.
As they disappeared into the fluffy clouds, Bobby's shaft would sink deep inside his mother's soft secret hole, engulfing them both in pure bliss. Just before fading completely into the clouds, Linda would start to gently sway their bodies back and forth, creating a suspended heap of writhing flesh - lost in pleasure and consumed by desire.
Suddenly Bobby was jarred back to reality by the sound of the bell. The teacher, Mrs. Jacobs, was at the front of the class, feeding him a curious stare as the other kids scattered.
"Having difficulties concentrating today are we?" She asked as she wandered over to Bobby's desk, her giant tits trembling beneath her blouse.
She sat on the edge of his desk, crossing her luscious legs, giving him a whiff of her intoxicating perfume and the faint scent of her sweet pussy.
Bobby gulped, his young mind still lingering in the fantasy world where he was entwined with his mother. He tried to focus on Mrs. Jacobs, but her voluptuous curves and the way she leaned toward him made it nearly impossible. "I...uh...sorry Mrs. Jacobs. I was just...daydreaming I guess."
She smiled knowingly, uncrossing and recrossing her legs slowly, giving him a look up her thighs at the sheer panties stretched across her shaved pubis. "Mmm, I see. And what pray tell were you daydreaming about, Bobby? Something...naughty perhaps?"
Her voice was like honey, dripping with innuendo. Bobby felt his cheeks flush and his cock begin to stiffen again beneath his desk. "N-no, nothing like that!" he stammered unconvincingly.
Mrs. Jacobs leaned in closer, her cleavage threatening to spill out of her low-cut blouse. "It's okay, Bobby," she purred, placing a manicured hand on his thigh. "I know what young men your age think about. It's perfectly natural." Her hand slid higher, fingertips grazing the bulge in his pants.
Bobby's breath caught in his throat. This couldn't really be happening...could it? His hot teacher coming onto him, just like his
mom had. It was like all his adolescent wet dreams were coming true at once.
Mrs. Jacobs leaned in even closer, her lips nearly brushing Bobby's ear as she whispered conspiratorially. "I know you were thinking about your mother, Bobby. Fantasizing about burying your face between her big, soft breasts. Tasting her, pleasuring her."
Bobby's eyes went wide with shock. How could she possibly know? He opened his mouth to deny it but no words came out.
"Shh, it's okay," Mrs. Jacobs soothed, her hand continuing to massage his now rock-hard erection through his jeans. "It's perfectly normal for a young man to have those kinds of thoughts about the woman who gave birth to him. That maternal bond is so strong, so primal. Of course it would manifest sexually as you mature."
She nibbled on his earlobe, making him shudder. "And I'll let you in on a little secret. Moms think about it too. Oh yes, even now, your mother is probably fantasizing about taking your hard young cock deep inside her hungry cunt. She probably longs to feel you suckling at her breasts again, just like when you were a baby."
Mrs. Jacobs pulled back and looked Bobby in the eye, her own blazing with lust. "We're very much alike, your mother and I. Two sexy, mature women in desperate need of a virile young man to fulfill our every nasty desire."
Rendered mute by shock and arousal, Bobby could only nod eagerly. Mrs. Jacobs smiled and stood up, smoothing her tight skirt.
She urged him to quickly make his way to his next class before he was marked tardy, and once he was in the busy hallway, Bobby pulled out his cell phone and dialed his mother's number. Despite the noise around him, he could still hear the soothing sound of her voice on the other end of the line.
"Hi honey!" Linda answered, her own voice echoing slightly as she stood in the laundry room, diligently folding clothes.
"Hi mom," Bobby said, a small smile spreading across his face at the sound of her familiar tone.
"What are you up to?" She asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Oh...not much. Just on break between classes," he replied.
"Everything ok?" She asked, always attuned to any changes or concerns in her son's life.
"Yeah, um...I just wanted to call and say hi," he said, feeling suddenly shy and unsure.
"How sweet...I miss you," she responded warmly, her hands never stopping their rhythm of folding laundry – now pausing to fold one of her silky lacy bras.
"I miss you too. Um, could I ask a favor mom? Could you send me a picture?" He finally gathered up the courage to ask.
"A picture of me?" She smiled playfully.
"Yeah...um, I just thought it would be cool to have a picture of you on my phone to look at...and maybe even show my friends," he explained, hoping she wouldn't reject his request.
"Aww, what a sweetheart," she said with genuine love and appreciation in her voice.
"So you will?" he asked eagerly.
Linda's mind raced as she considered what kind of picture to send her son, in response to his plea for something sexy. A mischievous smile spread across her lips as she thought about the poor boy's suffering with horniness. But she couldn't just send him any old
picture - she couldn't have him showing his friends something inappropriate.
"Tell you what...how bout I send you two pictures. One for you to show your friends...and one just for you," she said, a twinkle in her eye.
"Okay," Bobby smiled eagerly.
"Give me a few minutes," she replied, already planning out the perfect shots.
"Thanks mom."
"Bye sweetie." she said, blowing a kiss through the phone just before hanging up.
"Now, where should I take these?" Linda pondered. "My bedroom would probably be the most sensual setting, but no wait...what about his bedroom? Perfect!" she decided, knowing it would add an extra taboo element to the photos.
Linda ascended the stairs to her son's bedroom, taking note of the mess and disorganization. "That boy!" She thought with a chuckle. "Okay, first photo for his friends - something alluring yet still appropriate. Don't need any angry phone calls from neighborhood moms."
Bobby's heart was racing as he anxiously waited in the cramped bathroom stall. The loud bell signaling the start of class echoed through the hallway, but he didn't care. His focus was solely on his phone as he waited for a response to the scandalous request he had just made.
Seconds later, his phone vibrated and he eagerly opened the picture text. It was a full body shot of his mom, standing in his bedroom. She was still dressed in her work outfit - a snug skirt and a fitted
sweater that hugged her curves in all the right places. Linda leaned slightly against his dresser in a coy pose, with one long tan leg extended forward and bent at the knee. Her toes were pressed against the floor while her heel was arched up, giving off an air of confidence and sexiness.
A cute, innocent smile graced Linda's face as she posed for the photo.
Below the picture was written: "FOR YOUR FRIENDS"
Bobby couldn't believe it. The way she angled her body and pushed her pillowy boobs out made him unable to look away. His cock throbbed with desire as he thought about his mom in such a seductive manner.
Linda's eyes roamed over the room, taking in every detail as she pondered her next photo. A sly grin played at the corners of her mouth as she debated how to tease and tempt her intended recipient. Should she bare it all or leave a little something to the imagination? Her mind raced with wicked thoughts as she imagined the reaction her pictures would elicit.
With a mischievous smile, Linda settled on a plan. She would lay on his bed, naked but not completely exposed. The thought made her heart race and butterflies flutter in her stomach. It was dangerous and thrilling all at once.
A few minutes later, a second photo arrived and Bobby's pulse quickened with excitement as he clicked open the message. And there she was, lying on his bed, completely naked. Her chin rested gently against her palm as she gazed lovingly at the camera, her oversized breasts squished against the mattress like soft pillows. In the background, Bobby caught a glimpse of her curvy bubble butt and shapely legs kicked up playfully, toes pointed seductively toward the ceiling.
Below the photo, a simple message read: "FOR YOU ONLY."
Bobby couldn't believe his luck. He groaned in pleasure and excitement, his hands shaking as he struggled to control himself. He wanted nothing more than to stay and admire the stunning image before him, but he knew he was already going to be in trouble for being late to class.
With great reluctance, he tore himself away from his screen, leaving behind images burned into his mind that would fuel countless fantasies in the days to come.
Bobby's eyes were glued to the picture several times that day, his mind completely consumed by the sexy image on his phone. Even at home in his cozy bedroom, he struggled to concentrate on his homework as he absentmindedly rubbed his growing arousal through his shorts. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his mother entering his room.
"Shouldn't you be working on your math homework, young man?" Her playful voice cut through the air, causing Bobby to quickly toss his phone aside.
"I-I'm almost done, Mom," he stammered, cheeks flushing red.
"Would you like to take a little break?" she asked with a sly smile, her sweater straining at the buttons as her ample breasts threatened to burst free.
"Why?" Bobby asked, heart racing with anticipation.
"Well...I was planning on taking a bath before your father gets home. And I thought maybe you'd like to keep me company," she purred.
"Really?" Bobby's mind raced with disbelief and excitement.
"Unless you'd rather focus on your math," Linda teased, winking at her son.
"Hell no," Bobby grinned eagerly.
"Then come on," Linda giggled, leading him towards the bathroom.
"Pinch me, this has to be a dream. There's no way my mom would invite me to watch her bathe. I'm going to wake up any second now...I just know it," Bobby thought as they entered his parent's bedroom.
Excitement bubbled through Bobby's veins as he followed his mother, Linda, across her bedroom. The soft click of her high-heeled mules on the hardwood floor and the hypnotic sway of her buttocks captured his attention.
A flush of nerves coursed through him as Linda strode over to the windows and closed the shades. He could hardly believe what was about to happen - his own mother had invited him to watch her take a bath. He stood awkwardly, unsure of where to look or what to do with his hands.
Linda's mind was racing with her own last second thoughts. "Oh my God, I can't believe I'm about to let my son watch me take a bath," she nervously thought. "Are you sure about this, Linda?"
The naughty side of her mind answered immediately. "Nudity is perfectly natural. This has nothing to do with his big penis...absolutely nothing."
She took a deep breath and composed herself. "Just act normal...as if he's watching you bake cookies. Yeah, that's it...this is no big deal."
She turned to her nervous son and smiled. "Your father and I are going out tonight. Want me to order you some pizza or something, sweetie?"
"Sure, that sounds good," he responded, trying to mask his excitement.
As they entered the master bathroom, Bobby couldn't help but follow closely behind his mother. She turned on the water in the tub before walking back over to him, closing the bathroom door behind them and locking it.
"How's Brian doing? I heard he's been really sick," Linda asked as she slipped off her dainty heels revealing painted toenails.
Bobby's heart raced faster as he struggled to answer her question while also trying not to stare at her as she undressed. "Uh...getting better I guess," he mumbled, unable to take his eyes off her.
"How long has he been out of school now?" Linda asked casually as she finished unbuttoning her sweater.
Bobby's eyes widened in awe as his mother's bra-clad breasts emerged from the top, perfectly round and huge. Linda effortlessly peeled off her sweater, revealing smooth, tanned skin. "Two weeks so far," Bobby responded, still mesmerized by the sight before him.
"Poor thing." Linda sympathized, unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor.
"Who?" Bobby asked, snapping out of his daze.
"Your friend Brian," she replied, casually stepping out of her skirt.
"Oh yeah...it must suck being that sick," he answered absentmindedly, his gaze fixated on Linda's barely-there bikini panties.
Bobby felt a stirring in his shorts as he watched his mom reach back and unclasp her bra. Her devilish grin only added to his excitement.
"I don't want you going over there until he's completely better...in case whatever he has is contagious," Linda stated matter-of-factly as she slipped off her bra straps.
"Okay," Bobby nodded, unable to take his eyes off of her.
As Linda's bra fell to the ground, her pendulous tits sprung free with a soft bounce. They settled against her tummy, swaying slightly as they ballooned outward. Bobby couldn't help but admire the cavernous cleavage and large pink caps, each one dotted with tiny milk glands.
Linda carefully placed her bra next to the sink, admiring the way the light danced off the silky fabric. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slid her thumbs under the hem of her panties and began to slowly pull them down her long, tanned legs.
For the second time that day, Bobby found himself staring at his own mother's intimate area. Her mons pubis was completely waxed, leaving nothing to the imagination. Below it, he could clearly see her cleft of venus and the delicate prepuce peeking out from between her thick outer folds.
As Linda stepped out of her panties, she leaned over and picked them up off the floor, causing her large breasts to sway seductively with each movement.
With one leg cocked out in front of her and a slight bend in her knee, she arched her foot and wiggled her toes against the floor. A mischievous smile played on her lips as she caught Bobby's eyes roaming over her body.
Amused by his obvious fascination, Linda couldn't help but think about how much of a tease she was being to her own son. But something about it felt thrilling and forbidden.
Gathering up the elastic hem of her panties, she playfully shot them towards Bobby like a rubber band. They landed perfectly on his bulging lap, eliciting a grin from him.
"You might as well hang onto those," Linda teased, "you'll probably be snooping through my laundry hamper for them later."
As they shared a laugh, a small part of her wondered if this newfound flirtation with her son would lead to something more.
As Linda turned towards the bath, Bobby's eyes were immediately drawn to the pair of panties in his hand. With trembling fingers, he brought them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. The pungent aroma hit him like a wave, causing his head to swim with pleasure.
"They're STILL warm and damp!" He thought, unable to believe his luck. The scent was so intoxicating that he couldn't help but let out a moan.
Linda giggled without turning around, pouring bubble bath into the tub. "They smell that good, huh?" she asked.
"Uh-huh," Bobby sighed.
As he stood there, mesmerized by her movements, he couldn't help but admire the globes of her full heart-shaped buttocks and the delicate ring of her asshole. His gaze then traveled down to the baby-smooth skin of her genitals, the spongy outer lips glistening in the light. It was like staring at the gates of heaven.
"This is too much," Bobby thought to himself as his arousal grew stronger. "I'm gonna cum in my fucking shorts before mom even gets in the tub."
With a ripple of her butt cheeks, Linda stepped into the water and turned to look back at her son with a knowing smirk. She could see the desire and longing in his eyes, and it only fueled her own excitement.
Linda lowered herself into the warm, soapy water, letting out a contented sigh. Peering over her shoulder, she caught Bobby still staring transfixed, her lacy panties clutched tightly in his hands.
"Mmmm, I bet you're wondering why mom's panties smell so intoxicating, aren't you baby?" she purred seductively. "It's because a woman's most intimate areas have special glands that release pheromones. It's nature's perfume, designed to drive men wild with desire."
Bobby swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Is... is that why they're so damp too?" he asked, his voice quavering.
"That's right honey," Linda grinned, running a soapy hand along the inside of her thigh. "When a woman gets aroused, those luscious lips between her legs start to swell and glisten with moisture. The more turned on she gets, the wetter and more fragrant her panties become."
She could see the massive bulge straining against Bobby's shorts as he processed this revelation. Linda bit her lip, fighting the urge to tell him to strip down and join her in the tub.
"As my handsome young man, I want you to enjoy and explore these new feelings," she said softly. "A mom's panties are drenched with the scent of her desire... and it's all for her boy to enjoy."
Bobby let out a tortured groan, the panties still pressed against his face. He knew it was so wrong, but his sexy mother was awakening feelings in him he never knew existed. His hips bucked involuntarily as he inhaled another deep breath of her intoxicating musk.
Seeing the effect she was having, Linda rolled onto her stomach, resting her chin on folded arms at the edge of the tub. Rivulets of water trickled down between the globes of her upturned ass.
Bobby stood up, his large member jutting out like a divining rod under his shorts. He made no attempt to conceal it as he walked over to the edge of the tube.
Linda's lips curled into a mischievous grin as she caught sight of his boy-bulge pointed directly at her, only a few feet away. The long, tubular outline was clearly defined through the fabric, teasing and tempting her.
"Uh-oh...it's that long-necked monster again," she quipped, her eyes trailing down its impressive length.
"Oh my God...just how long must that neck be? It's like some of the dicks I used to fuck back in college. Ah, those were wild days," she thought wistfully.
Bobby stood there confidently, relishing the way his mom's gaze lingered on his boner.
"Well I can't help it...you ARE naked mom," he stated matter-of-factly.
Linda couldn't help but notice how far his shorts were bulged out from the sheer size of his arousal. Her eyes widened with surprise.
"Look at how far your shorts are tenting out. Are you sure you don't have a baseball bat under there?" she teased, unable to resist staring at the impressive lump.
"Nope, it's all me," Bobby replied with pride.
"I know I like to call you 'slugger,' but if you keep popping boners like that I may have to start calling you my 'Louisville slugger,'" Linda giggled playfully. Their playful banter only adding to the electrifying tension between them.
Bobby stood transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away as his mom stood up and turned on the shower sprayer. The water cascaded
over her voluptuous figure, running down her smooth skin and drenching her long hair. Her neck arched back in pleasure, causing her tit-melon to jut out proudly. The sheen of the water only accentuated their enormity.
Bobby's excitement was palpable as he watched, feeling his cock jump beneath his pants to the sight of her.
"I saw that. Showing off again huh?" His mom teased playfully.
"No...that was just a reaction. If I was showing off, I'd do this," he said, flexing his erect member and making it spring upward.
Linda felt a surge of desire rush through her as she gazed at his manhood. Her inner and outer lips quivered with excitement as they swelled with blood, and her cervix seemed to shift downward in anticipation of accommodating his length.
"Oh my God, I've never reacted to something like this before," she thought. "It's like his bulbous head just split open my sex and my body is responding as if in preparation for all that thick meat. Stop it, Linda...this is ridiculous!" She scolded herself mentally.
"Wow, that's incredible. You have one of the strongest erections I think I've ever seen." She exclaimed in amazement.
"It's your fault, mom. Just looking at you makes me like this." Bobby replied with a mischievous smile on his face.
"Well, nice to know that my thirty-nine year old body can get that sort of reaction from a handsome eighteen-year- old...especially considering he's my son. Guess that makes me a MILF huh?" She smiled.
Bobby's face grew warm as he struggled to find the words he wanted to say. His mind was racing, trying to keep up with the unexpected and scandalous turn the conversation had taken.
"Well, you're definitely a mom I'd like to-" He began, then stopped himself mid-sentence. His eyes widened as he realized what he was about to say.
"A mom you'd like to what...FUCK?" Linda's voice was playful and filled with mischief as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Oh my God-damn Linda I can't believe you just said that!" she wickedly thought.
Bobby's thoughts were in turmoil as he tried to process her boldness and his own desires.
His heart skipped a beat as he heard the magic word spill from her lips. Colors rushed to his cheeks, betraying him with a telltale blush.
"No, this can't be real...but why haven't I woken up yet?" he told himself. "Mom just said fuck...I've never heard her say fuck before. How the hell do I respond to something like that? What the hell...honestly I guess." The internal monologue continued in Bobby's head as he struggled to maintain composure.
"I wouldn't mind." He finally managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper.
Linda's mischievous smile only grew wider as she looked back at his big pecker, bobbing up and down under his shorts.
"Clearly," she purred, her eyes lingering on his impressive bulge.
Linda leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "So tell me Bobby, have you ever had the pleasure of fucking a nice, tight MILF pussy before?"
Bobby gulped, his throat suddenly feeling very dry. He shook his head slowly, unable to form words.
"Mm, I didn't think so," Linda purred, reaching out to run a fingertip along the waistband of his shorts, grazing the sensitive skin just above his throbbing erection.
"Let me tell you, baby, it's a whole different experience than those young, inexperienced girls. A MILF pussy knows exactly how to grip and milk a big, hard cock like yours."
She moved her hand lower, tracing the bulging outline of his shaft through the thin fabric. Bobby let out a shaky moan at her touch.
"You see, after popping out a kid or two, our pussies get even tighter. The muscles are so much stronger. Imagine those velvety walls squeezing and rippling along every inch of your cock, wringing out every last drop of cum from these swollen balls."
Linda cupped his heavy sack through his shorts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Bobby thrust his hips forward involuntarily, seeking more of her touch.
"And we know all the tricks to drive a boy wild with that tight cunt," she continued, now rubbing slow circles over his aching cockhead, the damp spot on his shorts growing under her ministrations. "Flexing and swiveling our hips, clenching down HARD, milking out so much thick jizz to flood our hungry pussies. Fuck, you'll never want anything else once you've experienced a MILF pussy. I guarantee I'll make you cum harder than you ever have before, baby boy."
After rinsing the suds from her hair, she tilted back in the tub and let the warm water cascade over her. Bobby, mesmerized by his mother's voluptuous nudity, remained on the floor looking up with fascination. Her giant, heavy breasts swayed to and fro as she moved.
"Sweetie, could you pass me my shea-butter?" she asked, shutting the water off and draping a towel over her wet hair.
Linda stepped out of the tub, her breasts bouncing gently on her ribcage. Bobby fetched the lotion, his own body betraying him as his arousal caused his flagpole to bob up and down beneath his shorts.
"Thank you, slugger," she said with a smile.
Taking a seat on the toilet, Linda motioned for Bobby to join her on the floor across from her. She squirted a generous amount of lotion into her hands and set the bottle aside.
"Normally I would spend some time shaving my legs and...my peach," she said with a small chuckle, rubbing the lotion between her palms.
"Peach?" Bobby asked quizzically.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should speak in teenage boy language. My pussy. Is that better?" she teased with a giggle.
Bobby smiled and nodded in understanding.
The warm sun shone down through the sunroof onto Linda's smooth, tanned legs as she extended one out and began to rub shea butter up and down its length.
Her foot, with its perfectly painted toes pointed at Bobby, moved in slow, sensual circles, working the lotion into her skin.
As her son's eyes were fixated on her legs, Linda couldn't help but stare down at the bulge in his shorts. She watched as his hand instinctively caressed it, a small moan escaping her lips.
"Oh my god, he's rubbing it through his shorts. My poor baby must have one throbbing erection," she thought.
The thought sent a thrill through her body. "Imagine what he'd do if I spread my legs apart. Jesus, Linda, you can't do that...that's just downright lewd. He'd cream for sure. Okay, okay...I won't go
crazy...I'll just spread them a little. I can't reach the backs of my thighs unless I at least open them a bit." she reasoned with herself.
Leaning back against the toilet, Linda curled one leg up and back, the other following suit as she continued to massage lotion onto her skin. As her legs splayed and feet hovered in the air, Bobby's gaze was drawn to her exposed flower. He had always thought of it as a cute, virginal pussy, but now he could see that it was so much more.
Between the plump outer lips lay a pair of thick, crimson inner lips that slowly peeled apart before his very eyes. And there, peeking out from under its hood like a small erect penis, was Linda's budding clitoris.
Linda caught Bobby staring intently at her exposed pussy as she spread her legs. Her heart raced with exhilaration at deliberately showing her son her most intimate parts. She knew it was terribly wrong, but seeing the size of the tent in his shorts emboldened her to take things further.
"You know Bobby, there's something extra exciting about fucking a married woman," Linda purred, her voice low and seductive. "When a wife cheats on her husband, especially with a virile young man, it makes her pussy absolutely drench and her orgasms mind-blowing."
Bobby swallowed hard, his erection now straining painfully against his zipper as his mom spoke. "R-really?" he stammered.
"Mmmhmm. A MILF's pussy gets so much wetter and tighter when she's being naughty. The thrill of cheating, of fucking a hard teenage cock, makes her cum harder than she ever has before. Her juices soak the lucky boy's dick as she squirts all over him in ecstasy."
Linda reached down and began to slowly rub circles around her engorged clit. "And you know what else? An experienced woman knows exactly how to please her man. She'll suck you dry and drain
your balls completely. You'll cum buckets inside her as she milks you with her skilled cunt muscles."
Bobby groaned, gripping his bulge tightly and shamelessly. He couldn't believe this was happening but he never wanted it to stop.
Linda grinned devilishly as she noticed the growing wet spot forming on the front of Bobby's shorts. She loved the power she had over him in this moment, knowing her words were making his young cock throb and leak uncontrollably.
"Oh honey, you're making such a mess in your pants," she cooed. "Mom's naughty talk is getting you all worked up, isn't it? Well let me tell you what a MILF like me needs..."
Linda spread her naked thighs wider, two fingers now rubbing fast tight circles on her clit. "A cheating wife needs to be fucked hard and deep. She wants to feel her a boy's cock stretching her open, pounding her so hard the bed shakes. She'll scream and moan so loudly the neighbors might hear."
Bobby let out a tortured whimper, squeezing his throbbing meat through his shorts. The wet spot grew, his sticky pre-cum soaking through the fabric.
"She needs her tits squeezed and sucked while she's getting drilled," Linda continued breathlessly, pinching one stiff nipple. "And she loves when her ass gets smacked as she's taking that big, hard cock over and over. Mmmm it makes her pussy clench and cream so much!"
Linda plunged two fingers inside her dripping cunt, fingering herself rapidly. Obscene wet sounds filled the room as she fucked her hand.
"When...when she cums, her pussy clenches so tightly... Ahhh! Milking her young stud for every drop of cum! Oh fuck Bobby, mom's gonna cum!"
Linda threw her head back and wailed, her whole body shaking with pleasure as her pussy spasmed around her thrusting fingers. Clear fluid squirted from her cunt, splashing her inner thighs.
Bobby's young cock throbbed and pulsed in his underwear, as it spurted hot ropes of semen into the already damp fabric. The rigid shaft flexed powerfully at the base, the sinewy root contracting rhythmically to force out spurt after spurt of thick, sticky fluid from the weeping slit at the tip of his swollen glans.
Each jet of cum made the boy gasp and shudder with overwhelming sensation, his hips bucking involuntarily as his sensitive cockhead rubbed against his soaked briefs. The spreading warm wetness only heightened his arousal, making his straining erection twitch and jump with every pulse of his rapid heartbeat.
Pearly seed oozed copiously from his slit, unable to escape the confines of his cum-drenched underwear. Bobby whimpered helplessly, simultaneously overstimulated and desperate for more as the last few drops of semen dribbled from his member.
He could feel the heavy, sodden material clinging to his spent cock, a lewd reminder of how hard he had cum untouched just from his mom's filthy words.
Linda's eyes flew open at the sound of the front door slamming shut, her post-orgasmic bliss shattered by the realization that her younger son was home from school. "Shit, Bobby, quick - into the shower!" she hissed, hastily grabbing her robe and throwing it on.
She could hear her son's footsteps thumping up the stairs as she tied the sash tightly around her waist, hoping the thin material would disguise her still-heaving breasts and the musky scent of her arousal.
"Hi, honey," she sang, peeking out her door. "Mommy just took a shower. She'll be right down to make you a snack, ok?"
Later that evening, as Linda sat in her bed, waiting for her husband to finish his shower, her mind was consumed with thoughts of the day's events with her son. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had done something wrong.
But had she really? Was there anything truly wrong with her son seeing her naked? After all, nudity was natural and healthy. And masturbation...well, that was just a normal part of human sexuality. It wasn't unhealthy or shameful.
The bathroom door opened and Ron walked out, holding Bobby's shorts in his hand. Immediately, Linda's heart started to race. Had Ron discovered the truth?
"Are these Bobby's shorts?" he asked, his tone cautious.
Linda felt a surge of panic rising in her chest. Did she need to come clean about what happened earlier?
"Well, I um...I think so," she stammered.
"What are they doing in our laundry hamper?" Ron asked, raising an eyebrow.
Linda's mind raced as she scrambled for an explanation. She couldn't tell him the truth. He would be disgusted.
"Oh um...Bobby took a shower in there. I was uh...cleaning his shower earlier so I told him he could use ours," she lied, hoping he would buy it.
"You're not gonna believe this but I think he came in these," Ron said, examining the shorts with disgust.
"Well, um...he is a teenage boy and teenage boys will be teenage boys," she forced herself to smile.
Ron's expression softened slightly. "In their parents' bathroom?" he asked incredulously.
Linda knew she needed to come up with something quickly before her husband got even more suspicious.
"You're right...probably not the most appropriate place to relieve himself. I'll walk down to his room and have a chat with him," she said, feeling a wave of shame wash over her.
"Maybe I should talk with him," Ron suggested.
But before he could dwell on it any longer, his wife gently pushed him towards the bed, her robe barely covering her lacy nightie. "Ronald...sweetie...give me the shorts and get into bed. I'll take care of it," she said with a reassuring smile, taking the soiled shorts from his hands.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Ron couldn't help but appreciate his wife's beauty. "Are you sure you feel comfortable talking to him about this?" he asked, giving her an odd smile.
"Don't you dare doubt my motherly abilities," she shot back confidently, her grin unwavering. Ron couldn't help but feel lucky to be married to someone so self-assured and sexy.
"You're the sexiest thing alive...you know that?" he whispered, his eyes drinking in the sight of her curves and toned legs peeking out from under her robe.
His words only seemed to fuel Linda's confidence and she stood a little taller, thrusting out her chest as she thought, "Damn right I am motherfucker! Our son thinks so too!"
Linda then turned her attention to the bulge in Ron's boxers which seemed small compared to the one she was gawking at earlier. "Crawl into bed and get him hard for me," she purred seductively,
knowing exactly how to please her husband. "When I get back we'll let him fuck some pussy."
Ron's face lit up with a devilish grin as he rubbed his bulge through his boxers. "Damn I love it when you talk dirty," he chuckled, eagerly obeying her command and crawling onto the bed. The anticipation for what was to come sent shivers down his spine.
Linda left their bedroom and closed the door behind her. She stopped mid-hallway and lifted the shorts to her nose. Her body shivered with wicked excitement as the strong pungent aroma of teenaged spunk filled her lungs.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD WHAT A SMELL!!!" her mind spun.
Unable to resist, she extended her tongue and slowly dragged it up the slimy fabric, moaning softly as she tasted his youthful essence.
Thousands of virile sperm danced across her taste buds, flooding her senses with their sweet, potent flavor. Linda's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she savored the taboo treat, lapping at the shorts eagerly to gather every drop. The deliciously wrong act sent jolts of electricity through her body straight to her throbbing sex.
"Mmmm, my baby boy tastes so fucking good," she purred, continuing to lick and suck at the shorts wantonly. Linda could feel her arousal building to a fevered pitch. Her pussy ached with need, dripping and ready for her son's hard young cock.
After thoroughly cleaning the shorts with her greedy tongue, Linda lowered them from her face. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.
Bobby gazed longingly at the photo of his mother on his phone as he stroked his rigid cock with increasing urgency. The thought of her panties pressed against his nose only added to his arousal.
"Oh, fuck, Mom," he muttered under his breath.
Suddenly, a faint tapping at his bedroom door interrupted him. Panic shot through him as he tried to hide the tent in his sheets before his mother could peek inside.
"Still awake, slugger?" she asked with a hint of concern in her voice.
"Yeah...I was just...um..." Bobby stammered, trying to come up with an excuse for why he was frantically pleasuring himself.
"I know, I'm sorry," his mom said softly as she sat down on the edge of his bed. Her gaze drifted down to the lump under the sheets and a sly smile tugged at her lips. "Oh, Linda, your baby's in here pulling on that long thick barrel of love. He's probably thinking about warm pussy...maybe even mommy-pussy." Her own thoughts sent a wave of heat through her body and she quickly shook them off. "Get a hold of yourself, girl," she scolded herself.
Without saying a word, she placed a pair of shorts on Bobby's chest and gave him a stern yet playful look.
"You need to be more careful when your dad's around," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "You left these in my hamper."
"He didn't see them, did he?" Bobby asked nervously.
"Yep...he did," his mother replied matter-of-factly.
"What did you tell him?" Bobby questioned, feeling a tinge of fear creep into his mind.
"I told him I let you watch me get completely naked and take a bath...and that we masturbated together," Linda said deadpan, unable to keep a straight face any longer.
"What?!" Bobby exclaimed with a mix of shock and relief.
"I'm joking," his mother giggled, making her fat titties jiggle. "I just told him that I caught you doing something every teenage boy does."
"Jesus, Mom...you scared me," Bobby sighed, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him.
Linda gently scolded Bobby, her eyes filled with concern. "Please promise me that you won't leave anything behind next time...okay?" she asked, a tinge of worry in her voice.
"I promise," Bobby replied earnestly.
As Linda picked up his cell phone, her heart raced with anticipation. She couldn't resist taking a peek at the picture of herself that Bobby had been fantasizing about. She also couldn't help but feel flattered.
"Still drooling over this picture? I think it's time for some new eye-candy...don't you?" She teased, her fingertips brushing against the screen as she erased the photo.
"You'll take some new ones...some naked ones?" Bobby eagerly asked, unable to hide his excitement.
"Well...no...I had something else in mind actually," Linda coyly revealed, a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Something else?" Bobby questioned, his heart beating a mile a minute.
"Yeah...wanna see mom in action?" Linda boldly suggested.
"In action? You mean having sex...you and dad?"
"Well...with your father it's never the most exciting sex...but you may find it stimulating. That is, if you don't think it'll weird you out?" Linda nonchalantly stated, trying to mask her own rising desire.
"No...hell no!" Bobby exclaimed excitedly.
"Well then I guess mom gets to play filmmaker tonight, doesn't she? I'll try to capture as much as I can and don't worry...I'll send you the play by play," Linda smirked, already feeling aroused at the thought of being watched by her son.
"Sweet. I love you mom," Bobby grinned, his cock flexing in anticipation.
"I love YOU," Linda lovingly smiled down at him, her heart fluttering with taboo desires.
The mother slowly stood up, her eyes drawn to the massive tent in the sheets caused by her boy's jutting hardon. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in its impressive size and shape. She couldn't help but compare it to what she knew was waiting for her in the next room - nothing even close to this magnificent display of manhood.
As she turned back towards Bobby, she couldn't help but smile at his proud expression as he watched her admire him. "Go ahead, showoff," she teased, running a hand through her hair with a smirk.
Her gaze returned to his impressive member just as Bobby made it jump under the sheets, causing the fabric to stretch even further. The sight was almost too much for Linda to handle, and she could feel herself getting wet with desire.
But she wasn't about to let him have all the fun. "Oh yeah?" Linda said confidently, turning towards the door and lifting the bottom of her robe and nightie above her naked ass, giving him a teasing view of her own assets.
Linda slowly swayed her hips side to side, making her round cheeks ripple and bounce mesmerizingly. She arched her back, thrusting her shapely ass higher as she began to twerk it up and down. Her thick globes clapped together rhythmically, jiggling and undulating in a hypnotic dance.
Bobby's eyes nearly bulged out of his head as he watched, transfixed by the erotic display. His mother's ass was absolute perfection - two full, firm cheeks of smooth creamy flesh that begged to be grabbed and squeezed. The way they bounced and wobbled as she shook them was the most arousing thing he'd ever seen.
Unable to resist, he gripped his rock-hard cock through the sheets, squeezing it as it throbbed almost painfully. He imagined burying his face between those glorious cheeks, motorboating them as he inhaled her sweet scent. His mouth watered at the thought of worshipping her flawless ass with his lips and tongue.
Linda smirked over her shoulder, delighting in the stunned, slack-jawed expression on her son's face. She could see his hand moving beneath the covers, fisting what had to be the hardest erection of his young life. Knowing she could drive him this wild with lust made her pussy clench and grow even wetter.
Her lips curved into a playful smirk as she looked back at him, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Take that, Mr. Bigshot," she playfully taunted.
Bobby's jaw dropped in awe. "Wow...how do you do that?" he sighed in amazement.
A knowing smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "You might be surprised at what your mom can do. She's picked up all sorts of tricks over the years," she replied cryptically.
"But maybe I'll let you in on a few secrets during tonight's show. So keep that phone handy," she teased with a sly wink, hinting at the surprises to come.
The anticipation built in Bobby's chest as he eagerly awaited the spectacle his mother would put on.
As Ron and Linda kissed passionately he rolled her onto her back and prepared to get down to business.
"Wait!" Linda blurted as her hand shot out, halting him in his tracks. Her chest heaved with excitement and her breasts, full and round, threatened to spill over the sides of her chest.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, concern etched on his face.
"I have a naughty idea," she purred, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Why don't we make a video of us making love?"
"A video?" he repeated, taken aback by her bold suggestion.
"Yes," she replied, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "That way I can send you little clips while you're at work...remind you of what you have waiting for you at home."
He hesitated, unsure about the idea. "I don't know if..."
"Pleeease," she pleaded, leaning in closer and trailing her fingers down his chest. "I'll talk dirty to you. You know how much it turns you on."
"Okay...you win," he conceded, unable to resist her seductive charms.
Linda reached for her phone on the nightstand and discreetly initiated a video call to Bobby. She positioned the phone just right so that the camera captured both her and Ron's bodies intertwined.
As Ron began thrusting into her, Linda wrapped her silky, toned legs around his back, pulling him deeper inside. Her shapely calves and strong thighs flexed and squeezed with each movement.
"Oh yes baby, just like that," Linda moaned sultrily, locking eyes with the camera. She made sure to angle her face so Bobby had the perfect view of her expressions of ecstasy.
Down the hallway, Bobby watched and stroked in utter amazement.
His father picked up the pace, his hips slapping against his mom's curvaceous ass. Her large, round breasts bounced hypnotically with each powerful thrust. Linda ran her hands down Ron's muscular back, digging her nails in as the pleasure mounted.
"Fuck me harder," she panted, putting on a show for her son. "Mmm your cock feels so good."
Linda's sexy legs tightened their grip around Ron, her toes curling. She tilted the phone to give Bobby a close-up view of where their bodies joined before panning up her glistening, writhing form. Her flat stomach tensed and quivered, a light sheen of sweat making her skin glisten.
Maintaining intense eye contact with the camera, Linda licked her lips seductively, then threw her head back in rapture, golden hair splayed across the pillow. "Don't stop baby, I'm gonna cum!" she keened as her orgasm approached. Of course, she was faking it. Her husband could never give her an orgasm this easily, but entertaining her son, who she knew was watching, was her main priority.
With a mischievous smile, Linda peeked over her shoulder and winked at the camera, her hips still grinding on her husband's lucky penis. As she moved, the contours of her back sloped in a sensuous curve, accentuating the sway and bounce of her drooping breasts.
Bobby couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight, mesmerized by the rhythm of her shifting hips and the erotic sounds coming from his parents' bedroom. His father let out a deep moan, lost in the pleasure of Linda's hot sucking hole.
"Do you like that, sweetie?" Linda purred, her voice thick with desire.
"Oh God, yes," Ron replied, his breath hitching as Linda's muscles flexed and squeezed around him.
"You like it when I move like this?" she asked, picking up the pace and sending the bed frame into repetitive whining.
"Baby, you're amazing," Bobby's dad groaned, his hands gripping Linda's hips as he thrust into her.
Suddenly, Linda's movements became even more frantic as she thrust herself onto Bobby's dad's dick. The sound of their moans filled the room as they both reached their peak of ecstasy.
"OH GOD LINDA!" Ron shouted.
"OH GOD MOM!" Bobby grunted, unable to hold back any longer as he watched his mother pleasure his own father. His own release came in hot spurts, arching through the air as he experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life.
The bath and mutual masturbation had been incredible, but watching his mom fuck was an experience unlike any other.
The next morning in class, Bobby was still reeling from the incredibly erotic scene he had witnessed between his parents the night before.
As his English teacher Mrs. Fletcher droned on about sentence structure, Bobby found his mind drifting back to the sight of his mom's voluptuous body writhing beneath his dad. Almost subconsciously, he began sketching in his notebook, his pencil tracing the sensual curves of his mother's large, hanging breasts from memory.
Bobby had always been talented at drawing, able to capture fine details with photo-realistic accuracy. As his hand moved across the page, Linda's full, heavy tits took shape, her large nipples standing out prominently. He shaded and contoured, highlighting the way her breasts swayed hypnotically as she moved.
Bobby was so engrossed in his erotic artwork that he didn't notice Mrs. Fletcher approaching his desk. "What do we have here, Bobby?" Mrs. Fletcher asked, her voice low and amused.
Startled, Bobby attempted to cover the drawing, but Mrs. Fletcher was too quick. She deftly snatched the notebook page from Bobby's hands and held it up to examine it closely.
Bobby's face flushed deep red, mortified at being caught sketching his own mother's tits in such graphic detail.
Mrs. Fletcher raised an eyebrow as she took in the drawing, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. Glancing around to make sure none of the other students were looking, she leaned in close to the boy.
"You have quite the talent," she whispered conspiratorially. "But perhaps it's best if we keep this particular masterpiece between us. We wouldn't want to scandalize your classmates with such a...detailed portrayal."
Mrs. Fletcher folded the paper and slipped it discreetly into her skirt pocket, giving Bobby a wink. She turned and sauntered back to the front of the room, her hips swaying suggestively. Bobby swallowed hard, his heart pounding, unsure if he was in trouble or not.
Later that afternoon, Linda received a call from Mrs. Fletcher requesting a private parent-teacher meeting to discuss Bobby's behavior and performance in class. Feeling concerned, Linda agreed to come in the next day after school.
When Linda arrived at the classroom, Mrs. Fletcher greeted her warmly and invited her to take a seat. "Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Johnson. I wanted to discuss something rather delicate with you regarding Bobby."
Mrs. Fletcher proceeded to explain how she had noticed Bobby frequently daydreaming and seeming distracted in class lately. "I believe I may have discovered the reason for his wandering mind," the teacher said with a knowing smile.
She discretely removed the folded drawing from her pocket and handed it to Linda.
Linda's eyes widened as she unfolded the paper and saw the incredibly detailed sketch of her own enormous tits. "Oh my," she gasped, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment and a twinge of flattery that her son had paid such close attention to her womanly assets.
"Now, I don't want you to be alarmed," Mrs. Fletcher reassured her. "It's perfectly normal for boys Bobby's age to develop sexual fantasies, and their mothers are often an early object of those desires. Oedipal urges are a common psychological phenomenon. Most boys secretly dream about and lust after their moms."
Linda nodded slowly, still processing this revelation about her son's intimate thoughts. "So you don't think this is anything to be concerned about?" she asked.
"I believe it's just a natural phase that will pass. We should keep an eye on the situation, but I mainly wanted you to be aware in case you noticed any unusual behavior at home. The main thing is not letting this impact his academic focus and grades."
Mrs. Fletcher gave Linda's hand a comforting squeeze. "You're an attractive woman, Linda. I'm sure many of the boys, and even male teachers, have noticed your voluptuous figure. Try not to feel self-conscious about Bobby's pubescent imaginings. Every boy wants to sleep with his mother on some primal level."
Linda thanked Mrs. Fletcher for her discretion and understanding. As she left the classroom, she couldn't stop picturing her son pleasuring himself to forbidden fantasies of her buxom body.
A naughty tingle spread through her loins at the thought of starring in Bobby's masturbatory daydreams. What a strange and arousing situation, Linda mused to herself.
Bobby trudged towards the car, his mother by his side. The weight of their silent tension hung heavily between them. Few words had been spoken since they met in the school hallway, and Bobby couldn't shake off the guilt that gnawed at him.
"You okay, kiddo?" His mother finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Yeah...sorry I slacked off in class," Bobby muttered, still unable to meet her gaze.
"Well, you've had a lot on your mind...and I suppose that's partly my fault. Things have become...different between us lately," she said, her voice laced with regret.
Bobby nodded, understanding what she meant. "But...in a good way. At least I think so," he added with a small smile.
"And I do too, sweetie. But I would hate myself if I knew that I had caused you to lose focus and not graduate with your friends this year," his mother said, her expression pained.
"I will graduate...I promise," Bobby pleaded earnestly.
"That means you have to stay focused on your studies, even if it means being around me while I'm naked once in a while," his mother said with a hint of playfulness in her tone.
"Okay," Bobby answered.
"But believe me, I like the fact that you enjoy me sitting on your lap...giving you those little butt-hugs. However, from now on...no pass, no ass...got it?" she smiled teasingly.
"Got it," Bobby replied, feeling grateful for her understanding and support.
As they drove, Linda reached into her purse and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. It was the sketch that her son had drawn. She held it out to him, unsure if he would want it.
"Here...I thought you might wanna keep it." She said with a soft smile.
His eyes lit up as he took the paper from her hand. "Thanks," he giggled, looking down at his creation.
"You're getting really good at drawing. That one's very realistic," she praised.
"Thanks," He mumbled, feeling a little embarrassed by the fact that he had sketched her naked tits in class.
"Are they mine?" Linda suddenly asked, catching her son off guard.
He hesitated for a moment before deciding to be honest with her. After all, his mom was cool with this kind of thing.
"Uh...yeah... Yeah, they are," He admitted, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Not bad," she commented, glancing over at the sketch in his hand. "The nipples are wrong though. My areolas are much bigger...otherwise you have it about right."
"Really? I thought maybe I had drawn them too big. Are you sure?"
"Sweetie, my areola are over three inches across...of course I'm sure. The ones on the sketch are way too small," She said matter-of-factly.
"Holy shit...three inches across? That would make them as big around as a grapefruit," he thought, amazed by this new knowledge about his mother's body.
"Darn, I thought I had them right," he said sheepishly, realizing how much there still was to learn about his mom's body.
"Do I have to pull this car over, whip out a boob and prove you wrong, mister?" Linda said playfully, her voice laced with underlying desire.
Bobby's eyes widened in surprise at her bold suggestion, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. His mother's playful demeanor always brought out his mischievous side. "Yes, please!"
"Yeah, I can see the headline now: Mother gets caught in vehicle showing a breast to her son." Linda chuckled, the sound light and carefree.
"We could drive out to Forest Park...no one's ever out there." Bobby suggested, his mind already racing with possibilities.
"Forest Park! If we're gonna go that far we might as well go to Orgy Shores," Linda teased, her tone filled with unbridled excitement.
"Orgy Shores? Where's that?"
"You've never heard of Orgy Shores?" she answered.
"No," He said shaking his head, his curiosity growing.
"It's a grassy hillside out by Loon Lake. It's VERY private. Up for a ride?" she asked seductively, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Linda couldn't believe she was actually considering taking her son to such a scandalous place. But the thought of indulging in her desires without any inhibitions or judgment was too tempting to resist.
"Linda, what are you doing? You can't take your son to Orgy Shores. The only thing people do at Orgy Shores is fuck. Have you lost your mind?" Her inner voice screamed in protest.
But she pushed those thoughts away and focused on the present moment, determined to experience something special with her boy.
"I'm just going out there with him to show him how big my areola are. That's it," she tried to rationalize, ignoring the guilt gnawing at her conscience.
"Will there be a boob involved?" Bobby asked with a mischievous glint in his eye, his own desires now fully awakened.
"Yes, there will be a boob involved. If you behave yourself...maybe even two." Linda said with a coy smile, her body already responding to the thought of indulging in such forbidden pleasure.
"Sweet." Bobby grinned, his cock already stiffening in his pants at the promise of a wild and uninhibited adventure with his mother.
Several miles outside of town, Linda turned onto a narrow dirt road that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Finally, she reached the top of a hill and parked her car, gazing out at the breathtaking view of a secluded lake below.
As she stepped out of the car, Linda couldn't resist the urge to take in deep breaths of the crisp, fresh air. This place was like a sanctuary to her - free from the constraints of society, free from responsibilities and expectations. A place where she could truly let loose and be herself.
But as she looked towards the grassy hillside, she felt a sudden wave of panic wash over her. She had brought her son here today, against her better judgement. What if things got out of hand? Could she really trust herself to control her desires?
Shaking off her fears, Linda instructed Bobby to grab a blanket from the trunk. After he eagerly complied, she took his hand and led him towards the edge of the grassy hillside.
"Come on," she said softly, excitement bubbling in her voice as they started running down the slope.
Bobby stumbled a few times as he tried to keep up with his mom's quick pace, unable to tear his eyes away from her huge tits bouncing under her dusky-purple sundress. Linda laughed and screamed playfully as they made their way through the tall grass.
"Over here," she called out, leading him to a specific spot in the field.
Déjà vu...the familiar feeling washed over her like a wave crashing against the shore. Memories of being that naughty high-school cheerleader, holding hands with the big dicked football stud and leading him to her special spot where she'd get royally fucked flooded her mind.
"Perfect!" she whispered, looking out at the serene meadow before them.