And then one morning she woke up earlier than usual. She was about to fall asleep again when she heard a faint, but somehow familiar sound which aroused her curiosity. Slipping into her robe, she poked her head out the doorway and listened. There it was again! It was almost like a fucking sound. And it was coming from her bathroom, not Martha’s.
Ann slipped down the hall and saw a light shining through the keyhole. The sounds were louder now. The young widow bent to look, knowing in advance what it was she would see.
Even with prior knowledge, she gasped. Bob was sitting on the toilet, and he had both fists wrapped around what had to be an eight-inch cock!
Ann went into shock as she watched her son use two hands to pump the cum from his balls.
Ohmigod! she thought, looking at the husky girth of his cockshaft. What a pussy-splitter! And the head of his cock flared out like a mushroom, an extremely fat mushroom! It was dusky with trapped blood, almost purplish in color, and it was dripping a thin stream of pre-cum.
Ann felt her cunt begin to drip as she watched her young son playing with his oversized prick. Her large nipples grew long and hot and hard. And very itchy. Before she realized it, she was plucking at them through her gown.
She knew she should turn away, give him the privacy that she wished for herself, but she just couldn’t do it. His cock was bigger than his father’s! She wanted to reach between her legs and play with her big, burning clit, but she knew she’d never be able to control the volume of her cries of pleasure. All she could do was pluck at her distended nipples and lick her full lips, and feel ashamed that her own son could arouse her like this.
Then Ann saw Bob straighten his legs out as far as he could, straining them until the muscles bulged. His fists were a white blur over the pink and red of his cock, and his hips were jerking as they hunched in a quick rhythm that matched his pumping arms.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh-h-h-h…” Bob groaned.
His white jism erupted in a long stream from the swollen red head of his cock.
It flew at least three feet in the air, arcing to land on his knees, then his thighs and, finally, dribbling over his knuckles and down his big balls.
Ann discovered that she was biting her lip. She stared at the enormous load of cum Bob had just dumped on his legs. God, what would it feel like, having that much hot cum pumped into her throbbing cunt?
The horny mother clamped a hand over her aching pussy and squeezed hard. Hot cunt juice soaked through the material of her gown to dampen her fingers, and she sucked in her breath as Bob stood up. She thought at first that he was about to open the door. She panicked, but he merely reached for some toilet paper and began wiping the cum that was now running down his legs.
“Ohhh, Bob, baby,” Ann whispered as her son’s long, thick cock swayed and slapped wetly against his thigh as he moved. His prick was still fat, swollen with blood, and it was still dripping, and it looked lovely. It was the loveliest prick she’d ever seen.
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