But of course he has something that all those other boys don’t have and for most women the thought of a huge organ slipping inside of them is just one of the many secrets we have to keep from our husbands and boyfriends. If it’s all right for them to leaf through a Victoria Secret’s catalogue imaging themselves screwing one of those long legged models then why is it so wrong for us not to fantasize about taking a lover with a really big cock? It’s just so sad that we can never dare voice our desires out loud for fear of wounding our partner’s delicate male ego even though we have to watch as they so shamefully leer at the young girls in the Mall without a hint of shame. It’s just a double standard that probably will never change either, but for me now it’s the sight of an incredibly large organ that is the only thing I can focus on, and even though it’s attached to my own son I’ve already reconciled myself to dealing with whatever the emotional consequences maybe at another time. I need this, and for all the therapy and self-help books I’ve read I doubt any of them will come close to healing me the way having him sliding inside me and bathing my insides with his thick white semen.
“What do you want to do tonight,” I hear the words coming out of mouth as my body begins to tremble because of the implications of what it is that I really want to happen between us.
Without a hint of shame on his part I feel his eyes roaming up and down my body and devouring every millimeter of the gift that I’m offering to him, and as the pounding of my heart seems to be getting louder with each beat it’s sensation of the elastic waist band on my leotards being tugged by his fingers that is threatening to make me think this just can’t be happening to me. There’s definitely a part of me that thinks I should play hard to get, and yet the thought of being treated like one of the girls in the videos he has hidden on his computer is clearly exhausting my will to deny myself from pleasures that I’ve been denied for almost five years now. It’s just been too long to go without the feeling of my vagina being completely stretched, and considering his size and the amount of semen that comes gushing out of him I have feeling he’s about to become an addiction that I won’t be able to live without for any length of time.
“I always knew you had a hot body,” is all he replies as he slowly begins to slide his sweat pants down his legs freeing the creature that I hope will ravage me again and again until it thourghly exhausts itself completely.
Can any women honestly say that they would be unmoved by what I’m looking at now, and as much as I know there should be some sort of alarms going off inside my head the only sound I’m aware of is that of my heart methodically beating at a rate that I’m sure is being influenced by the thought of sliding myself down the length of my own son’s organ. Surely this is a scene that has played itself out countless times throughout history, and whether through fate or just circumstance I’m sure the feelings I’m having now aren’t really that far out of the ordinary considering how human nature can allow us rationalize away nearly any behavior. After all, we all crave the touch of another, and I’m quite sure that if I were to re-read The Swiss Family Robinson there no doubt would be subtle clues that the castaway matriarch was tending to the needs of her four teenage sons in a way that no one would ever dare speak about out loud. The truth that no one will ever say is that she would have had to at some point offer herself to them in order to maintain order, and there’s nothing so powerful for a young boy as having his penis exploding on a regular basis that will keep family discipline intact.