The fingers began stroking faster.
“Yes!! That’s it! Here it –”
Without warning, Jason withdrew. Helen’s hand shot forward and clutched his forearm.
She fought to control the desperation in her voice, “Noooo! Don’t stop! You promised!”
Without a word, Jason freed his arm from her grasp and rose up on his knees.
Helen stared at the impossible bulge in his shorts. Even confined by two layers of clothing, its pulsations were unmistakable.
Hooking his fingers under the elastic of his boxers, he stripped down completely, pivoting to slide the garments down his legs.
Reflexively, Helen’s hand covered her now open mouth as her son’s penis sprang free from its confinement. Rumors and her own imagination hadn’t even remotely approximated the reality in front of her; the bobbing scimitar of flesh in front of her was easily the largest cock she’d ever laid her eyes on.
“Wow…”
“I’ve done a lot of growing up since you last saw me,” Jason chuckled.
He removed the box of condoms from his shorts, tore the plastic open with his teeth, and removed one of the wrappers from within.
His mother watched in fascination, horror, and excitement as he pulled a massive, black rubber circle out from the package, placed it on the large, drooling, purple glans, and began rolling it over his shaft.
With more than a quarter of his penis still exposed, there was no more condom left to roll. The vulcanized rubber fit snugly, its translucent, black color contrasting sharply with the boy’s opaque, alabaster shaft.
Jason curled his fist around the base, elevating it until the head of the cruelly curved shaft brushed against his shirt.
“I’m going to make you come with this.”
He pushed up the skirt of Helen’s dress and removed her panties. He kneed his way forward until his firm quadriceps pressed against her soft inner thighs. As he pressed the head of his erection against the warm introitus, he looked at his mother’s face, her eyes wide and head shaking.
“Sweetheart, no… not this,” she whispered, even as her rolling hips begged him otherwise.
The boy went with what her hips and he wanted. He parted her lips and dove in, the warm, slick channel offering easy access.
Helen gasped as she felt her pussy stretched wider than ever before, and a dull, burning sensation threatened to engulf her whole.
“SO… BIG!” she managed to grunt even as her breath left her.
And so, brow knitted and teeth gritted, Helen Cleaver paid the toll for the ultimate ecstasy as her son dug the requisite access tunnel. An assortment of gasps, curses, squeals and screams marked his progress. When he passed her husband’s deepest, her hand reflexively pressed against his stomach, though doing little to impede his progress. When he beat out Troy Stevens from college, her tiny hands grasped his muscular shoulders and her head shook from side-to-side. With so much left to go, she doubted anyone would ever steal first place from him.
“Relax. Let me in, mom.”
Since his invasion somehow attenuated the burning within her, she couldn’t help but comply. Finally, after nearly ten minutes of strenuous effort, the boy’s glans stroked the door to her womb, just as his pubis met hers. The burning sensation finally peaked and rolled over as the most intense orgasm of Helen’s life struck her without warning.