Short and Stuck Tales
JohnMurray4173
Short and Stuck Tales. A Collection of Short Stories.
Chapter1: Stuck Stepmother.
My stepmother is a BITCH! There! I said it! And, fuck, it felt good!
An extremely beautiful, big-titted bitch, but a bitch all the same.
Hello all, my name is Warren. Everyone calls me ‘Rabbits’, of course, and I’m a nerd. I’m a pudgy 19-year-old undergrad, or at least I was. An undergrad, I mean. I’m still pudgy.
I stand barely 5 ft. 8 in. Tall (173 cm) and weigh close to 185 pounds (86 kg.). I have lank, mousy brown hair that falls over my eyes, zits and thick glasses. I’m nothing to look at and have little going for me. Oh, I’m the guy to see if you want your quadratic equation solved, help with your calculus exam, or need your boss’ computer hacked. But otherwise, nobody even looks at me. The jocks pick on me, and the cheerleaders laugh at me, all except Sara.
That’s what got me kicked out of Varsity. Sara is the lead cheerleader, but she is about to get kicked off the team for failing grades. So she asked me if I could hack in and change her grades for a look at her boobs. Of course, I could, but I got careless and allowed a backward bot to infect my computer. It sent the information to identify me back to the college, and the college expelled me.
I never did get to see Sara’s boobies.
My dad is a 60-year-old self-made millionaire. “I left home at 15 with nothing and made myself a millionaire!” He would boast as he puffed his way through the last of his second pack of cigarettes for the day and sipped his way through his 14th scotch. “I didn’t need a degree to do it!”
He won’t pay me an allowance. “Get a job,” he would sneer when I asked.
I can’t get a pension because Dad makes too much money.
Mum left us 15 years ago. I think she was glad to pass as Dad wasn’t nice to her at all. I don’t really remember her. All I remember is that she had very warm hands.
I spend all my time playing Halo and C.O.D. on my PlayStation and X-Box.
My stepmother is Colombian and is over 30 years younger than my dad. Sofie Vergera, you may have heard of her. She starred in a minor Colombian TV show called Modern something or other. My dad saw her on TV whilst on a business trip to South America and immediately flew to Bogota to ask her to marry him and move to Australia.
She hates me.
If you look up ‘voluptuous’ in the Urban Dictionary, you don’t get a description of what it means. Instead, you see a picture of my stepmother! She has a pair of 40DD boobs, a skinny waist and a big ass. 40-26-38 are her measurements.
She doesn’t want to share what she imagines will be a hefty inheritance package with her husband’s first wife’s son. She thinks she will have many children with Dad and wants it all for them.
I don’t have the heart to tell her she won’t be having children, or at least not with my dad! He got himself ‘fixed’ before he flew to Bogota. It’s his test. If she gets pregnant, she’s a money-grubbing cheater.
My stepmother jeers at me every time I venture downstairs. Pulling her dress or skirt up until it barely covers her knickers, she places both hands on the benchtop of the kitchen island and twerks her ass at me. She continuously flashes the bottom of her knickers as she does this.
“Ya, ya, ya!” She jeers as she shakes her ass.
It gives me a hard-on every time! I have to race back upstairs to my room. You see, I have a secret. I’m incredibly well-endowed. Hard and measuring from my pubic bone, I am 10.5 in. from the base to the tip of my penis. Not that anybody will ever care enough to want to see it.
Two days ago, my stepmother must have forgotten she didn’t have knickers on as she jeered and twerked at me. I glimpsed her hairy pussy and slit as she rocked her hips up in the twerk, and I swear it looked like her slit was wet!
I devised a plan! Sneaking downstairs without her seeing me, I poured some quick-drying glue onto the benchtop where she always placed her hands so she could gyrate her hips.
Clear liquid on a black-on-black benchtop is close to invisible.
Going back to the top of the stairs, I shut my bedroom door loudly, coughed, and then clattered down the stairs in my usual fashion.
As usual, my stepmother appeared miraculously from wherever she typically hides as I reached the kitchen. As planned, she placed both hands in the middle of the glue and twerked her ass at me.
I think it was the fact I didn’t immediately blush and run for my room that warned her. She tried to stand up but couldn’t as she was stuck fast! With my heart beating like a drum and my mouth dry, I walked over to her.
“Rabbit, I am ze stuck!” She said to me in her thick Colombian accent. “Help your mama, please?”
“You’re not my mother,” I said to her. “You’ve told me that often enough for me to know it by now.” My hands trembling, I touched Sofie’s thighs. Her legs felt so soft and smooth under my hands.
“What iz it that you are doing, Rabbit? Sofie asked.
My chest tightened with fear and anticipation, and I placed more and more of my hands on the back of her thighs until I held the back of her thighs with both hands. I was ragingly hard! I pressed my sweatpants-covered groin against her big, round butt. Sofie felt how big my package was on her big round butt.
“You must not do zis, Rabbit!” She tried to tell me sternly. “It is forbidden between mother and son!”
“You’re not my mother,” I reiterated. I ran my hands up her legs and under her skirt and squeezed her big, round, soft butt. She felt so divine! Not really knowing what I was doing, I lifted the hem of her dress higher so I could grab the elastic of her knickers. I knelt so I could have an eye-level look at her hairy pussy coming into view.
I thought I might have to cum in my sweatpants as I gasped with excitement as her fur-covered twat slowly appeared in front of my eyes. Then I pulled her knickers down to her knees, and slowly ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, closer and closer to her pussy.
‘Did I dare touch her most intimate part?’ I wondered. ‘Well, why go to all of this bother if I’m not going through with it?’ I thought. So, I ran my right hand over her perineum and onto her pussy. She was hot and wet!
I’d watched plenty of porn. Show me a teenage boy with plenty of internet access who says he hasn’t, and I’ll show you a liar! So, I had some idea of what to do next. I found Sofie’s clitoris with the thumb of my left hand and slipped two fingers on my right hand past her labia and into her cunt. She was hotter than Hades and wetter than a flooded hallway on my fingers! Rubbing Sofie’s clit with my thumb, I searched for her G-spot with my two invading fingers.
Sofie tried to cover a low-moaned response by saying, “This iz very bad, Rabbit. You must let your mama up so she can make herself decent.”
In a daze, I repeated, “You’re not my mother.”
Dropping my sweatpants, I took hold of my long, thick dick and positioned it at what I was sure was the entrance to Sofie’s pussy. I instinctively pushed my hips up and forward, and the first 3 inches of my cock slid easily into Sofie’s hot and wet snatch. Unfortunately, in her heels, Sofie was probably a little taller than me, so the first 3 inches was all I could reach to fit into her.
Looking around, I spotted the low footstool the maid uses to reach things in the higher cupboards. Dragging this behind Sofie, I stood on it. It was almost perfect because I only had to bend my knees a little to reposition my cock at her entrance.
I slid about a third of my length into Sofie’s pussy, taking it slow because I knew my chances of ever getting to do this again were Buckley’s! I didn’t want to waste my opportunity by cumming too quickly. My stepmother’s twat was hot, wet and slippery around my throbbing cock.
I slid another third into her.
“Oh, Rabbit, your cock is so big!” Sofie moaned. “Mama can’t take anymore. You must stop.”
In response, I pulled Sofie’s clinging dress above her hips and up her back. Her bra straps came into view. Licking my lips, I undid the straps. Sofie’s breasts fell out of the cups and into view. Well, only the mounded sides did, if you know what I mean. I leant forward and tentatively cupped her luscious melons in my hands. They felt heavy, soft and pendulous.
I found her nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. I squeezed them lightly and gave them a bit of a twist. Sofie groaned and pushed her ass back at me! The rest of my cock buried itself in her snatch! I could feel her pussy gripping and squeezing the head of my cock. She was as hot and wet as a tropical summer!
I squeezed her nipples harder and pulled them away from her body a little. Sofie groaned again and rocked her hips forward before pushing her big round butt back at my thick cock. I was fucking my stepmother! Fuck, it felt good!
I knew I would cum if I began thrusting, so I held still and tried to solve the calculus exam question I had struggled with during my last exam in my head. Then, I placed my right hand on Sofie’s hip and pushed her forward. Sofie got the hint and rocked her plump ass back and forward. My cock started sliding in and out of her tight wet cunt. Concentrating hard, I held on for a few minutes more.
Sofie moved her hips further and further forward until all but the tip of my cock was still inside her. Then, she slowly pushed her ass back until it was against my pelvis before repeating.
I was almost there! I couldn’t hold on anymore! In desperation, I smacked Sofie’s ass. Sofie’s head flung back, and she started to jackhammer her big, phat butt back at me.
“Oh, Rabbit! Smack Mama’s ass again, and Mama will cum on your big fat dick!”
Taking my left hand off her tit, I raised my hands above Sofie’s big booty and brought them down hard on the top of her ass cheeks. Then, with a deep guttural groan, Sofie shoved her jelly ass back at my monumental cock and exploded into orgasm.
“Fuck your mama, Rabbit,” She moaned at me.
I couldn’t comply! The heat and wetness in her pussy seemed to grow exponentially when I smacked her booty, and her quim gripped my cock’s head so deliciously that I erupted into a gigantic explosion of cum. I was a fucking cum fountain! Or maybe a cum geyser would be more accurate! Grunting, groaning and twitching, I shot spurt after spurt into my stepmother’s wet cunt.
Sofie moaned and groaned as I shot into her, so I smacked her jelly ass again.
“Again, Rabbit, please. Smack your mama again!” she begged breathily.
“You’re not my mother,” I muttered, smacking her anyway.
Sofie came again. My cock had softened and was bending a little as I still slowly pumped Sofie’s pussy. Sofie didn’t seem to be cumming anymore. She just kind of sagged there in place, her ass pushed against my pelvic bone.
Stepping back, my cock fell out of my stepmother’s twat.
It was then I noticed the maid standing there wide-eyed, watching. Our maid is the daughter of Vietnamese immigrants, what used to be called ‘boat people’. She’s a thin, pretty 25-year-old. My heart jumped. Feigning casualness, I grabbed a cleaning cloth from the sink and wiped Sofie’s and my secretions off my shaft.
“Clean up in here and get the acetone so you can get my stepmother free of the glue,” I told the maid as if finding the son of her employer nuts deep in her employer’s new wife was nothing unusual. “Then come up to my bedroom. You’re next to try this cock!” Then I shook my still semi-hard cock at her.
Heart pounding, I pulled up my sweats and walked up to my room.
About 30 minutes later, there was a knock at my door.
“Open,” I said.
The door swung open. It was Alana Condon, the maid…
The End
Chapter 2: Sleeping Sister.
I have the most beautiful and sexy sister in the world!
No, seriously, she is gorgeous. Just 22 years old with long blonde hair, wide bright blue eyes, full ‘bee sting’ lips in a perfect cupid’s bow and a long graceful neck. She has high, pronounced cheekbones and a small, delicate chin with just the hint of a dimple when she smiles. She has small, even white teeth.
My sister is tall and thin, standing at the perfect model height of 5 ft. 8 in. Tall (173 cm.) and weighing just 110 lbs. (50 kg.). According to her Cheerleader stats, her measurements are 34-22-34. Her boobs are high, firm apples on her chest. She never wears a bra.
She does have one flaw, though. One nobody is supposed to know! My sister has a drinking problem. She’s a lush. She drinks so much that she passes out in her bedroom, drunk, most nights! Vodka is her drink of choice, and she keeps a bottle hidden in her bra drawer. I saw her take it out one night when she hadn’t shut the door properly, and I was returning from the bathroom.
I know it is wrong to lust after your sister, but I do it anyway.
Hello readers, I am Joseph Cuomo, an 18-year-old kid in his last year of high school. I am the opposite of my sister in almost every way. I am average—average in looks, height, weight and grades. In fact, I’m so average I think my parents struggle to remember my name most of the time. The teachers at the school certainly don’t remember it.
I differ from ‘the average’ in only one aspect. Although my dick is only 4 in. long, measured from the abdomen to the tip, it’s also at least 4 in. wide at the head. I have a huge ‘mushroom head’ cock, in other words. Apparently, for pleasing a woman, this shape is best because the most sensitive part of a woman’s vagina is only a few centimetres inside her vulva. Her G-spot, as it’s called, and a mushroom-head cock, presses and rubs against this spot beautifully, leading to many orgasms for the lucky lady involved.
I don’t know if this is true because no girl other than Mum and Sis, of course, has ever let me even touch her, let alone see her naked. I’ve never seen Mum or Sis naked either, or at least I can’t remember ever seeing either of them nude.
Two nights ago, I woke up desperately needing to pee. Still half asleep, I staggered down the hall to the bathroom. Unfortunately, my brain didn’t register that the light was already on when I stepped into the room, so I took a couple of steps over to the bowl before I realised my sister sat passed out on the toilet. For some reason, her pyjama bottom shorts were around her ankles. She had pulled her singlet-type pyjama top above her boobies.
I got to look at a real naked female body for the first time in my life. Of course, as if my cock wasn’t already ‘piss fat’ hard, I went rock-solid stiff! My mushroom head poked obscenely through the fly of my pyjama bottoms.
My sister, Kailey, was lightly snoring as she sagged there on the toilet. I tiptoed across to my sister’s reclined body in an almost hypnotic daze. Then, looking down at her mostly naked form, I wondered, ‘Did I dare?’ Holding my cock just behind its massive head with my left hand and ready to bolt out the door and go piss outside if I had to, I hesitatingly reached my right hand out and touched my sister’s right nipple.
It stiffened under my fingers. But then she muttered and shifted her position away from my hand. She immediately started snoring again, though. I gently took her right hand in mine and touched it to my cock’s head. Kailey didn’t react, so I let go of her hand. It fell limply down and hit her thigh. She muttered and shifted position again but didn’t awaken.
I was so freaking horny right then they could have used my cock as a jackhammer! My heart was pounding in my chest. I moved closer to Kailey’s limp body. Pulling my pyjama bottoms down, I pushed my hips forward and guided my cock toward her until the eye of my cock brushed across Kailey’s lips.
I immediately stepped back to pretend I was still groggy from sleep and had only just noticed Kailey was on the toilet already. She hadn’t moved, so I tried again. This time, as my cock slid across her lips, Kailey muttered something unintelligible and poked her tongue out to wet her lips. The super-sensitive part just below the eye of my penis was treated to Kailey’s warm wet tongue sliding across it.
I lost control immediately and started to cum, spurting twice onto Kailey’s lips and nose before redirecting my sprays. Still cumming copiously, I pulled my pyjama bottoms up and bolted out of the room, certain that Kailey would wake up screaming at me and alerting Mum and Dad to what her freak of a brother had just done. I ducked out the back door and waited until I was soft enough to relieve myself by peeing on the lemon tree. Good for it, apparently.
Tiptoeing back to the bathroom, I realised the light was off and the door open. Listening at Kailey’s door, I could hear her still muttering to herself quietly as she climbed into her bed and turned off her light. Strangely, I didn’t feel guilty at all. Just fucking horny! I wanted to pray that I found her like that again soon, but that would be just wrong, wouldn’t it?
The next morning was Saturday. In trepidation, I crept into the kitchen at about 10.00 am. Dad had gone to golf, and Mum had gone grocery shopping, according to the note on the whiteboard on the fridge (text me if there’s anything you might need that’s not already on the shopping list).
Kailey was sitting at the kitchen table, holding her head and drinking black coffee. She had changed her pyjamas. She had the same setup as last night with skimpy pyjama bottoms and a singlet-type top. Her breasts looked fetching. “Hey, sis,” I ventured.
Kailey looked at me through bleary eyes, and there was no sign of my cum on her face or hair.
“Hey, Joey,” She said. She had always called me Joey instead of Joe or Joseph. She went back to staring at the tabletop, holding her head.
“Rough night?” I sympathised.
“You have no idea, Joey,” she replied.
‘I just might!’ I thought. Thinking about last night and looking at her firm, high breasts, I started getting horny again.
I headed back to my bedroom so she couldn’t see that I was stiff and spent the next hour masturbating to images of my sister sucking me off as she played with herself playing through my fevered imagination. I must have cum at least five times. A thought entered my mind when I was lying there and deciding whether I could go again. ‘If Kailey doesn’t even wake up because of being drunk when I cum on her face, would she wake up if I fucked her?’ Imagining how it would go in a dream-ideal world, I could masturbate and cum two more times.
I decided to at least try fucking her, so I thought my way through how I could do it and what excuse I could use if she woke up. Unfortunately, I couldn’t think of any reason that she would believe, so I decided I’d just have to do it and trust to luck!
Kailey was out at a frat party that night, so I would have to wait till Sunday night to try my plan. Setting my alarm for 12.00 am, in case I fell asleep, I waited eagerly for my sister to go to bed. Her room is opposite mine, so if I were awake, I would hear her opening her bedroom door to go to bed.
I waited there in the dark. My cock was so hard and throbbing that I wanted to ‘rub one out’ to relieve some tension, but I usually fell immediately asleep if I came at night, so I didn’t. At around 10.00 pm, Kailey turned the light on and entered her room. The door shut, and I heard the telltale squeak of her drawer opening as she got the vodka bottle out. An agonising three hours passed as I waited for my sister to drink herself into oblivion as usual.
Once my phone said 1.00 am, I got out of bed and dropped my pyjama bottoms; I don’t wear a top. Then, creeping out my door, I tiptoed to Kailey’s door and slowly turned the knob. Every sound I made seemed to echo all around me at 1,000 decibels, but once I had the door open far enough to see, Kailey was snoring quietly on her bed, unaware of my presence, as expected.
Kailey hadn’t pulled her shades closed, so there was just enough light coming into her room from the streetlights for me to see everything clearly. Skirting around the soft toys she had thrown carelessly onto the floor, I quietly snuck across Kailey’s room until I stood over her.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I looked down at my sleeping sister. Just then, one of Kailey’s eyes opened and looked at me, and she muttered something at me before rolling onto her side with her ass pointed toward me. I was fucking freaking out! Was she awake? Asleep? Passed out, as I’d hoped? Or somewhere in between?
I stood there frozen for what seemed like an hour, but it was probably only a few seconds before I heard Kailey start snoring softly again. Letting out a stifled sigh of relief, I almost tiptoed back out of her room. That had been too close!
Just as I was about to leave, Kailey sighed deeply and shifted slightly. Her shift caused her quilt cover to drop off onto the floor. My sister wasn’t wearing a pyjama top! All she had on was a very skimpy pyjama bottom. I could see up the leg of them to her perineum and the entrance to her pussy. She had shaved all the hair off her pussy, ass and perineum. Her slit glistened in the light.
Instantly hard again, I slowly knelt and leaned forward to smell her pussy. She had a heavy, intoxicating scent. My conscious brain didn’t recognise the scent, but my instinctual one did! My sister was wet and aroused. Despite myself, I softly moaned as I took my dick in my hand. I was going just to stroke myself and cum on the floor under Kailey’s ass, but at the last minute, I managed to resist.
Kailey’s ass was almost at the edge of the bed, so it was an easy effort to slide her pyjama bottoms off her hips, down her firm, toned thighs and calves, and off onto the floor. Kailey wriggled, muttered, and rolled onto her back as if trying to help my plan. Then, she cupped her pussy, and lifted and spread her legs. She was dreaming of some big jock’s cock, I’m sure!
I gently took her hand and moved it from her pussy, and onto her left nipple. With a soft moan, Kailey started playing with her nipple. Things could not be going any better. Carefully climbing onto the bed, trying to cause as little bed movement and noise as I could manage, I knelt between my sister’s smooth thighs. Fascinated by her shaved pudenda, I slowly reached my left hand out and touched Kailey’s clitoris. Kailey put the long nail on her pinkie finger in her mouth and moaned softly.
I hadn’t thought this through. With Kailey lying lengthwise on the bed, the only way I could fuck her would be to cover her body with mine! That would have to wake her up, I was sure.
Stepping carefully back onto the floor, I waited for Kailey’s frequent twitches and movements to slowly drag her hips around until they were on the edge of the bed facing her door.
I knelt between her thighs, and I was too low; my hips couldn’t reach her ass to allow my cock to go into her, so I stood up. Now, I was too high and couldn’t get low enough to penetrate her.
Tears of frustration welled in my eyes. I was so close! But I couldn’t figure out how I was going to do it. Then, just as I was about to give up and leave, I realised that Kailey’s bed stood against the far wall of her room. If I knelt with my knees against the edge of the bed, I should be able to lower myself enough to enter her.
It seemed like an hour had passed since I had gotten Kailey’s hips to the edge of her bed, but she hadn’t moved again, so it couldn’t have been too long.
Spreading my knees wider than Kailey’s feet. In her sleep, she must have decided having her legs and feet off the bed and on the ground was uncomfortable and had lifted them, so her heels were on the edge of the bed with her sex now obscenely spread and on display. I lowered my knees onto the edge of her bed, and I could perfectly position huge mushroom-headed cock at the entrance to her cunt. Leaning forward, I let my weight settle onto my hands. Then, leaning slightly to the left, I lifted my right hand and tentatively stroked Kailey’s left nipple.
To my shock and excitement, Kailey moaned, “Hmmm,” and arched her back. My cock was now pressed against the entrance to my sister’s vulva. She was incredibly wet and hot! She was still dreaming of her favourite jock, I was sure.
My sister’s pussy was also extremely tight. The sphincter around the entrance to her quim was young, firm and unstretched yet. I pushed my hips forward a little more firmly, and the head of my cock popped through her entrance and into her cunt. Kailey groaned, arched her back again, and her pudenda pushed up at me. Terrified she was about to wake up, I tried to pull out of my sister’s quim. I couldn’t! I was stuck!
Kailey’s pussy muscles had wrapped around my cock’s head and locked onto my shaft, holding the mushroom head inside her. I tried to pull back, but all that happened was my shaft stretched a little before returning to its regular length as I stopped trying to pull my cock out of my sister’s sleeping body.
I tried pulling back a little harder. Although Kailey’s pussy sphincter gave a little, I still couldn’t exit her tightly grasping cunt. In desperation, I ripped my hips back hard. I knew doing this would wake Kailey up, but it was better than having her wake up with her brother’s cock trapped in her pussy. So instead of her sphincter releasing and letting my cock pop back out of her, it gripped down on my mushroom head harder, and I pulled Kailey’s whole body a little way off the bed after me.
Kailey grunted and shoved her pudenda up at me again. The warmth in her pussy had grown exponentially! So I tried to rip my cock back out of her again. This time, Kailey wrapped her legs around the back of my thighs, grunted and pulled me back into her as well as thrusting her pubis up at me. I couldn’t believe it! My drunk, passed-out sister was fucking me!
We established a rhythm: I’d pull back, and she’d grunt, pull me back forward, and thrust her hips up at me. I knew I would never last long. Kailey seemed to sense this, too, so she took her nipples in her hands and tweaked them the next time I pulled back. This time, as she pulled me deeper into her, she ground her clitoris against my pubic bone and came!
Feeling the sudden increase of wetness around my cock was too much! Trying to stifle myself from groaning, I came in my sister’s tight pussy. Spurting seven or eight times, I filled her sweet cunt up with my nectar. Kailey spasmed with me every time I spurted into her, moaning and groaning and pulling on her nipples the whole time.
My cock finally softened enough to allow me to slide out of my sister’s now messy pussy. Getting shakily to my feet, I crept out of my sister’s room.
Just as I got to the door, Kailey said, “I can pretend to be asleep tomorrow night if you want to come and visit me again, Joey. On Friday, my friend Mel is staying for a sleepover, and we can both pretend to be asleep if you want?”
Shocked, I turned to my sister. She blew me a kiss across the room. “Tomorrow night, Joey. Come and do me again.” She rolled over onto her side, facing the wall, and went to sleep. I could vaguely see my cum dripping out of her pussy.
The End.
Chapter 3: Mother in Trouble.
My life is a cliché.
It's true: The only child of a solo mum, cliché. My dad left just six months after I was born, cliché. My dad's an asshole, cliché. My mum was a cheerleader, cliché. My dad was a footy jock, cliché. He knocked my mother up the night of her 18th birthday, cliché. My mum's parents forced him to marry her, cliché.
He left less than two years later, cliché. I've never seen him since, cliché.
My mother has never taken another lover as far as I have ever seen. She still uses her married name of, Robarts. I don't think she and Dad ever got divorced. However, she has a lot of female friends. As I got old enough to understand these things, I suspected she was probably a lesbian.
By the way, my mum is hot as fuck! 5 ft. 7 in. (173 cm) tall and only 125 lbs (57 kg). She has a 37-inch bust, full C-cup breasts, a tiny 24-inch waist, and 35-inch hips.
Mum could be Charlie's Angels' Tanya Roberts doppelgänger. People always ask her to take a selfie with them and for her autograph. They still want the photo even after she's told them she isn't that Tanya Roberts and her name is Tania Robarts.
I'm sure they tell all their friends they met the TV angel.
Logic should have told them she wasn't Tanya Roberts. The actress Tanya Roberts died last year at 65. My mum has only recently turned 37.
Her body stats have changed little since her cheerleading days. I saw an old schoolbook, and her cheerleader stats were almost the same back then. She was 3lbs lighter, and her bust was an inch smaller, that's all.
My mum has olive skin, auburn hair and sparkling green eyes. Her nose is thin and shapely, her cheekbones are high and well-defined, and her chin has a tiny dimple when she smiles. I like to make her smile because when she does; she has this year's, or any year's, Miss America beaten hands down.
She keeps her figure by religiously working through her cheerleader routine for an hour every single day. I like to watch. Is that weird?
It's a bit strange having all of your male friends, and many of your female ones, perving on your mum, but I kinda like it. I'm way proud of my mum. She worked her way through community college to become an AIN (Assistant in Nursing). She's the school nurse at the school I go to.
When she walks the halls, male conversation falters, and eyes follow her ass. It doesn't freak me out. I enjoy having the hot mum everyone fantasises about.
My mum is the school's cheerleader coach.
Hey all, I'm Tony Robarts. I'm a high school senior who turned 18 in late February of this year, and boy, do I have a story for you! I guarantee you will lose your load!
I'm a tall, athletic guy who's pretty good at most sports. However, I prefer track to the other games. In track, it's all on you. No teammates you can blame. No lousy referee or umpire decisions can rob you of a victory. No one's fault but yours if you didn't work hard enough, train hard enough, try hard enough, or made a bad tactical decision during the race. I like it that way. I'm pretty good, having made all-state for the last three years.
Since my 18th birthday, Mum has acted a little differently with me than before. I would swear she was flirting with me if I didn't know better.
She's always given me lots of hugs and kisses. But before, the kisses would be on my cheek, chin, or forehead. Now she regularly kisses my lips. In addition, she often places her hand behind my head and plays with my hair when she kisses me.
I'll be sitting at the kitchen table doing my homework, and she'll run her fingers along the tops of my shoulders. Then, if I'm shirtless, she always runs her fingers up the back of my neck and across my shoulders. She always finishes this act by squeezing my triceps and marvelling at how lean and muscled I am.
Everyone knows you're not supposed to get an erection over your mother, but I can't help it. I have to pull the chair against the table to hide my hard-on.
Mum notices me shifting closer in and laughs. She says nothing, but I'm sure she knows I'm hard for her. When I have moved as close to the table as I can get, she wraps her arms around my shoulders and kisses where my neck meets my shoulders.
The strange thing is that before my 18th birthday, she always wore a bra when she hugged me. Now her breasts are almost always hanging free inside her tight top. Her nipples feel fucking awesome against my bare back, but I'm convinced I'm not supposed to feel like that.
I came home from training one afternoon last week. Mum was in the lounge, working her way through her routine. She had pushed the couch and chairs to the edge of the room to give herself plenty of space for her routine. Her routine is energetic and includes lots of leg kicks, jumps, and cartwheels.
It is fucking awesome to watch!
I grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and sat on the couch.
"Hi, Mum," I said as I settled into place and took the cap off the water bottle.
"Hey, baby," Mum puffed, a little out of breath from her exertions. "How was training?"
"LSD (Long Slow Distance), mum. My favourite." It wasn't. I was being facetious. Mum knew that. I brought the bottle to my mouth.
"Just think how good you're going to feel at the end of your races later in the summer when everyone else is flagging, and you're still going strong," Mum panted in reply.
Mum gave a wildly energetic leap right before me, and my tongue went dry. She wasn't wearing a bra! Her firm breasts bounced delectably.
Luckily, I was so shocked that I tipped the water onto my crotch, cooling my immediate erection, not into my mouth.
"Need Mumma to feed you, baby boy?" Mum teased. "Or do you need a sippy cup?"
She cartwheeled across the floor.
OMFG! She wasn't wearing panties either!
I stood up and bolted for the bathroom, holding a cushion in front of my groin. I tossed it behind me as I exited the room. Mum's laughter followed me down the hall.
I barely got my cock out of my sweatpants before cumming on the floor. I sat on the commode with my legs trembling, gasping. Did she do that on purpose? I couldn't believe she would. That would mean she wanted me to see her shaved pussy and wanted me to become aroused looking at her. Which meant she liked me looking at her that way.
None of this could be true. Mum wasn't like that. She was reserved, shy, even. Besides, I'm her son. Wanting to turn your son on is just sick, isn't it?
Groaning, I took my hard dick back into my hand. I pulled up and back only a few times before I came again to visions of my mum's tight boobies bouncing and her bald pussy flashing past my eyes as she cartwheeled across the floor.
Mum knocked and tried to open the bathroom door. Fortunately, I had locked it. I grabbed some tissue paper and quickly cleaned my cum from the floor and the commode seat.
"You right in there, Tony?" Mum asked through the door.
"Just a sudden need to take a dump, Mum, is all. I'm fine."
"As long as that's all it was, baby," Mum said. "What do you want for dinner?"
“Can you do your world-famous chicken wings, please, Mum?”
Mum laughed. "World famous in our kitchen, honey, that's all."
I waited until I was sure she was gone and then crept out of the bathroom and down to my room. I changed out of my cum-soiled running shorts and jockey briefs, then hid them in the middle of the clothes in the wash basket. Hopefully, Mum wouldn't notice the cum stains when she did the washing.
I returned to my bedroom, lay on my bed, and picked up my textbook. I tried my best to concentrate on the math exam I had coming up. Despite my best intentions, my cock kept trying to grow as visions of my mother in her cheerleader's outfit played in my mind. I resisted masturbating to these images again, just.
"Dinner," Mum called about three hours later.
I pulled some boxers out of my drawer that were way too big, then put on my baggiest pair of sweatpants. Then, pulling my sweatshirt over my head, I looked in the mirror. I hoped the inevitable erection I would get when I saw Mum again wouldn't be too obvious.
Mum had showered and changed before making dinner. She was wearing a baggy pair of sweats. Her face looked freshly scrubbed. She seemed to glow after her recent workout. With her hair pulled back into a ponytail and no makeup, she looked way younger than her 37 years.
As she moved, placing dinner plates and food on the table, it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
I had to swallow twice before saying, 'Hey, Mum."
"You wash your hands, Tony?" She asked.
"Of course, Mum," I lied.
"I know where your hands have been, baby boy," she said to me with a grin. "I don't want that on my share of the fries."
Fuck! Did she know I had masturbated to her image earlier?
"What do you mean, Mum?" I asked.
"You had to take a dump earlier. I know you boys hardly ever remember to wash your hands afterwards," she said innocently.
Silently, I walked back to the bathroom to wash my hands.
"You say grace," Mum said when I returned to the table.
"Grace," I answered with a grin, completing our family's oldest joke."
She smiled at me fondly.
We ate, talking about this and that. It was all so normal. Had what had happened earlier been nothing? Was I reading too much into Mum's actions? Were they all innocent? Had she merely forgotten to wear underwear when she donned her cheerleader uniform?
Come to think of it, why was she in her cheerleader uniform? I hadn't seen her in it since her 30th birthday when she got a little tipsy and put on a show for her guests.
'How many other guys' mums still fit perfectly into their high school cheerleader's uniform at close to 40?' I thought proudly.
After dinner, I helped Mum clean up. We chatted about the upcoming track season, how my studies for end-of-semester exams were going, and which of the scholarships I should accept.
Mum seemed to stay a little closer than usual. I'd turn from the bench with a plate in my hand to put away, and my upper arm would brush across her breasts. Or I'd turn, and see Mum bent over putting something away in the lower drawers, and my crutch would push against her ass.
Nothing overt, but it seemed … well … sexual.
Twice, as she pushed past in front of me, when there was plenty of room behind me, her hand dragged across my Johnson. When this happened, I'd take a quick step back, apologising.
Mum would chuckle throatily and touch my face before carrying on with what she was doing.
I put the last of the dishes away and turned to Mum. She was on the bench's dining room side, vigorously wiping the top down. I had to swallow quickly to get some moisture back into my mouth because her breasts were swinging sexily inside her sweat top in time with her rubs.
I was going hard again.
Leaning further to reach the edge of the bench furthest from her, Mum's top fell open. I could clearly see the swelling tops of her breasts down the front of her sweat top.
I twisted away, but not before my dick's head spasmed, threatening to cum. I could feel that a little cum wad had squeezed out of the eye.
I ran to the bathroom. Then, taking a tissue from the box, I dropped my sweatpants and boxers and cleaned the dob of cum up before the wetness leaked through my pants, embarrassing me even further.
The door opened, and Mum walked in. Fuck! I had forgotten to lock the door.
There I was, pants and boxers around my ankles, my hard todger in my hand, cleaning what was obviously cum off the head of my cock. It's just as well you can't actually die of embarrassment!
Mum looked at my cock. "Hmm, bigger than your father's," she murmured.
It was a standing joke on the men's track team. "How can you tell Tony's not on the 'roids? Have you seen the size of his cock?"
Flaccid, I'm over 7-inches Hard, I'm over 8.
As if nothing unusual had happened, Mum raised her eyes to my stricken ones.
"'We Own This Town' is about to start," she said. "Want me to pause it whilst you take care of that?" She pointed at my penis.
"No, I'll be right out," I squeaked.
Raising an eyebrow, Mum said, "Take your time, honey. I don't mind waiting."
What on earth are you supposed to say to that?
She bit her lip and looked down at my penis again. "Does that get much action?" she asked.
"Mum!" I shouted, shocked. "I'm not answering that!"
As it turns out, it does. My current squeeze is almost two years older than I am. I work with her at the local supermarket three afternoons a week after school. She waited until my 18th birthday before jumping me behind the dumpsters at the market the afternoon of my birthday.
"Happy birthday," she moaned as she pushed me against a dumpster, pulled her short skirt up and slid her thong aside before taking my dick in her hand and backing up onto it.
I didn't last even one pump. Natalie (Nat) thought it was hilarious.
"This one's on me," she said. "Don't worry. You'll get better with practice."
Nat and I have fucked everywhere in that store. One memorable afternoon, we even fucked on the manager's desk as he held a department heads meeting, not 20 feet from where we were.
Nat's a bit of a slut, really. She's a little overweight, but not gross, you know? She could lose a few pounds, though. Nat loves to fuck, and she goes off like a rocket every time we do.
She's taught me cunnilingus and says I'm pretty good at it. She's taught me how to use my dick to please her. How to turn a woman on before entering her. She hasn't taught me any control yet, though. If it's been more than a couple of days between fuck sessions, I blow almost immediately the first couple of times I enter her.
She says she doesn't mind too much because I don't really go soft. Just a little bendy for a few minutes before I'm good to go again. After a couple of orgasms, I can fuck all night and day (big smiles, right?).
Nat says I need to watch more porn and 'edge' myself. Keeping myself close to cumming, but not over the edge, so I learn better control. But where's the fun in that? What's the point of watching or reading porn if you're not going to cum?
"So does that mean 'yes' or 'no' then?" Mum asked.
"I'm not talking to you about this, Mum!" I emphasised as I pulled my pants up and pushed past her out of the room.
Somehow, her hand got tangled up in my sweats as I slid past her. I could have sworn she gave my cock a bit of a squeeze, but she couldn't have, right? That would just be wrong.
I bolted for my usual seat, jumped into it, and quickly pulled a cushion onto my lap to hide my erection.
As if we hadn't just had the world's most embarrassing mother and son encounter, Mum strolled into the lounge and turned the sound back up on the show. The introduction credits were just beginning to roll.
The following day I rolled quickly out of bed, into my running gear, and out the door. Mum opened her door as I rushed down the hall.
"I'm going to run to school," I mumbled over my shoulder as I opened the door and left.
Running with a backpack on is one of the training exercises I do. Weight a pack up with about 40 lbs (18 kg), then run 3 - 6 miles (5km - 10 km) as fast as I can. It's about 5 miles to school (8 km). Having my school pack with about 10 lbs in it was a cinch.
"What about breakfast?" She yelled after me.
"I'll get something from the café at school," I yelled back.
"See you after you've finished work," She yelled.
I had a shift at the store this afternoon, and I looked forward to easing some tension with Nat.
I made it through school. Every time I saw Mum during the breaks, I'd duck down another hall or exit out a door. After I did this the first couple of times, I think it became a game with her. After that, she appeared whenever I felt I had found somewhere safe to sit down.
I ran to the store after school. To my chagrin, Nat had called in sick.
"Probably 'women's troubles'," my supervisor sneered. "Never hire a woman, cos they always have 'women's troubles' and don't come in."
'Fuck me, what a pig,' I thought. 'Is this 2022 or 1972?'
He does the roster and assigns the shifts, so I said nothing.
By the time I got home, my balls were aching, and my cock was throbbing. I badly needed to 'nut one out'.
I walked in the door. "Hi, Mum," I called.
Silence greeted me.
I knew she was home. Her car was under the carport. Looking around, I saw her laptop was on the dining room table.
'Probably looking up a recipe for tonight's dinner,' I thought.
I had a look to see what was on the menu. A Google search box was up: 'Slut mother to dominating son' was the search.
'What the fuck,' I thought.
I looked through the open tabs. There were stories from this site (that's how I knew where to post this story), and there were movies from various sites that specialised in incest porn. Fuck me, there were even quite a few pay-per-view sites. I mean, who the fuck pays for porn these days? I had a quick look at a couple of videos. I admit the length and quality appeared much better. You got the entire story, not just the action and money shots. The scenes were often a lot more graphic, as well.
Every story and movie she had up was about a mother, usually gorgeous, who was subservient to her big-dicked son.
'Is this what Mum wants?' I thought. 'Does she want to be submissive to me? Does she fantasise about me taking her as my lover and making her my bitch? What the fuck does this all mean?'
Leaving the laptop as I'd found it, I hoped, I went looking for mum. I found her in the laundry doing the washing. As I walked in, she held up the shorts I'd been wearing when I'd accidentally cum to her workout show.
She hadn't seen or heard me come home. I watched as she held my shorts to her nose and smelt them. She put the cum stain in her mouth and sucked it, pinching a nipple and moaning.
Shocked, I backed slowly out. I went back to the front door. This time, I slammed it shut as if I had rushed through it in too much of a hurry.
"Yoo-hoo, Mum?" I shouted. "You home?"
"In the laundry," she called back.
I walked down there again.
"How was your day?" I asked, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Slow," she answered. "Slow is good because it means no one got sick or hurt, but it's a bit boring."
"Maybe you should do that registered nurse course you keep talking about," I suggested. "We could be college roomies," I added with a grin.
"You wouldn't want your mother at college with you," Mum replied. "I'd just cramp your style with all those young coeds."
"Oh, I dunno," I teased. "It might be quite hot watching all those college jocks hitting on you."
"You think they would?" She queried. "I'd be as old as their mothers."
"Yeah, but you're way hotter," I said, not thinking.
I'd never told her I thought she was hot before.
She smiled delightedly. "You think I'm hot, Tony? Really?" Then she blushed prettily.
"Miss America ain't got nothing on you, mum."
She blushed again. "You think so, baby boy? You really think so?"
"Of course I do, Mum. Every guy's favourite girl is his mum," I told her.
"You're a darling," she said, "but you're a terrible liar."
Thinking about the porn I'd seen on her computer, I said, "No, Mum, I'm not lying. You're way hot. If you weren't my mum, I'd date you in a second."
I hugged her. Mum pressed her hips forward as she hugged me back. My hardening penis pushed against her abdomen.
Mum bit her bottom lip and looked up at me.
"Thanks, Tony," she said huskily. "You know how to make this old woman feel good."
"YVW, Mum. You're not that old, you know? Most of my friends' mums are way older than you."
Mum had turned back to the washer. I came up behind her and put my arms around her to give her another hug. My hands accidentally brushed across her nipples as I wrapped my arms around her. She was braless again. I felt her nipples harden under my touch, and she moaned and leant back on me.
"What do you want for dinner?" She managed to get out as she tried to stifle her moans.
Have you got everything you need to make meatballs?" I asked.
"We need spaghetti, is all. Do you mind going back to the store and getting some?"
"Can I drive your car?"
"Just be careful, honey, okay? I couldn't stand to lose you in a dumb accident." Mum answered.
I was back only about 20 minutes later. I was a good boy and didn't do a burnout or anything. Not sure if Mum's 20-year-old clapped-out Corolla would've been able to do one, anyway.
I thought Mum would be making dinner, so I didn't bother calling 'hi' or anything as I opened the door to come inside. Mum couldn't have heard me pull up because she was sitting with her back partially to the front door, watching one of the porn videos she'd had up earlier. Her hands were down the top of her pants, and her legs spread obscenely apart.
The video was of a young guy with an enormous dick, one at least as big as mine, brutally ploughing a woman who must have been at least twice his age. They were in the kitchen, and the ‘mother’ was bent over the bench.
"You like that, Mum?" The man kept demanding as he slammed his cock into her gaping hole. "You like that, Mum?"
"Yes, baby boy," the woman moaned. "Mumma loves your gigantic cock inside her so much."
The guy pulled out of his 'mother'. "Get ready for me, bitch,' he demanded, "I'm going to cum on your face."
His 'mother' quickly spun around and got on her knees. Then, with a few quick tugs, the 'son' shot a copious load of cum all over his 'mother's' face.
"Leave that on there until we've finished dinner, slut. Maybe Dad will see it and want to fuck you for a change." Her 'son' said.
"Yes, dear," the 'mother' submissively answered.
I quietly backed out the door. As I entered this time, I sang to The Kings of Leon as loudly as I could as I banged the door open.
"Hey, Mum," I called out.
The laptop's lid was shut, and Mum was over by the sink, slicing up onions for the meatball sauce.
Tomorrow was Saturday, and the first race meet of the new season was on. I was entered in the 220, 440, and 880-yard events. The 880 was my preferred race. The 220 was to hone speed, and the 440 was for speed-endurance training. I will probably also do the shot and discus if the schedule permits. I was the anchor for the 440 yds relay. We hadn't lost a race in four years.
Saturday dawned bright and clear. Coach gave me a lift to the track. It was a good day. I got two firsts, the 880 yd. and the 4 by 440 yd. relay, and two seconds in the other two running events. I did okay in the shot but not so good in the discus.
Coach dropped me back home. Whistling, I never wanted to catch my mum doing something awkward ever again. So, I banged through the door. I knew Mum was home as her car was in its usual spot.
"Hi, Mum," I called.
There was a muffled shout from somewhere, but I couldn't tell where.
"What was that?" I asked.
The muffled shout was louder. In the lounge, I thought, so I walked in there. Mum was on her knees before the couch, and her head was under the seat back cushion. The seat cushion had been pulled off onto the floor.
She wore a short skirt that had ridden up over her ass. I could see her tiny thong. It was barely covering her vulva. Its string disappeared between mum's taut butt cheeks before reappearing in the cleft of her ass.
"What on earth are you doing?" I asked.
Something obscene was muttered indistinctly at me. "What the fuck do you think I'm doing?" I think that was what she said.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm stuck."
I could see that, but it was hilarious. So, I teased her some more.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you through the couch. Why don't you come out and talk to me?"
My mum called me some fairly rude names.
"I didn't quite catch that, Mum. Can you talk louder if you're not coming out from the couch?"
There's only one thing that my mother ever says to me that cuts me deep. She shouted it at me.
"You're an asshole, just like your father."
I was angry; it wasn't my damned fault she was stuck in the damned couch, so I smacked her ass.
"Fuck you, Mum," I said heatedly. "You can stay there for all I care."
To my shock and surprise, Mum moaned sensually at my smack. Her bottom was writhing, so I smacked it again.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," came from inside the couch.
'What the hell?' I thought.
I smacked her for the third time to make sure I had heard what I thought I was hearing.
This time, the groan was a lot more guttural. "Oh yes, baby, smack your mummy's ass again, please."
My cock could not have been harder. Seriously, I could have dug for diamonds with it. I walloped her ass as hard as I could. My hand stung from the impact.
"Gawd, yes, baby," she moaned at me.
I could smell her arousal wafting around me. I liked that smell. When Nat smells like that, I'm about to be thrown against a wall somewhere, and my cock hauled out of my trousers before Nat backs her snatch up onto it.
I leant forward to smell my mother's pussy. It smelt so delicious that I couldn't help but pull her thong aside and slip my tongue into her.
Mum groaned, "Yes, please, baby boy. Mumma is all wet for you."
I ran my tongue up and down her slit before finding Mum's clitoris. She moaned deeply, and her ass shook.
I pushed my forefinger past my nose and into her gash. Mum began panting out gasps.
I slid my finger further in. Nat had shown me where a woman's G-spot was, and I found Mum's with my index finger.
Mum moaned sexily, then pushed her tight ass back at my finger. I wriggled my finger back and forth, and around and around, in tiny circles over and around her inner pleasure centre as I tongued her clitoris.
Mum's groans became louder and deeper. At this point in her orgasm cycle, Nat liked a little pain. She said the contrast between the pain with the pleasure was exquisite. With that in mind, I smacked my mother's ass hard.
"OMFG!" Mum almost screamed. "I'm cumming!"
With her hips jerking back and forth as she blew over the edge, Mum's pussy juice gushed over my finger and hand.
My dick was about to burst, so I ripped my mother's G-string down her thighs and off.
"I'm going to fuck you, Mum," I told her. "I'll probably cum quickly the first time, but bear with me, okay? After I've cum a couple of times, I'll be able to go all night."
"Oh Gawd, yes, honey," she moaned. "Cum inside your mother. Stick your big dick in my slutty fuck hole and fill me with your seed."
I climbed onto the couch, spread my knees, and squatted over Mum's ass. Then, holding my rigidly stiff pussy-lip-spreader in my right hand whilst balancing myself with my left hand on the small of my mother's back, I guided myself into mum's hot, wet pussy.
She was so fucking tight, way tighter than Natalie, that I blew my first load before I'd got even halfway in. I continued to force the rest of my long tool into her slowly. As I had predicted, I'd hardly gone soft at all.
Once I was buried nuts deep in my mother, I put my hands on her ass, then gently stroked myself back and forth inside her quim. It was only a few brief moments before my lust swelled again, and I was harder than my last algebra exam.
Mum had popped over the edge into another orgasm when she had felt my donger squirting inside her. She pushed her ass back at me, begging me to fuck her some more.
I was ready to comply. Leaning harder on my hands, I fucked her in earnest. The harder I thrust into her, the louder she got. The louder the smack of my pelvis against her ass got, the more she moaned.
For the next 20 minutes, I fucked Mum through orgasm after orgasm. I came inside her two more times as she rocketed from explosion to climax to eruption. But I could sense that she wanted something more from me, something extreme, something so over the top that it would make her mine forever.
Pumping her through another exquisite cum event, I considered what I could do. In one movie she had bookmarked, the 'son' had pulled out of his 'mother's' cunt, and then shoved all 7+ inches into her ass. I knew from the bookmark that either Mum had watched this movie before or wanted to watch it again. Could this be the 'extreme act' she wanted? Did she want me, her son, to take her anally?
Nat won't let me near her ass, but I'd watched plenty of 'ass' porn on my phone and laptop. I knew you couldn't do what that film showed. If you pulled out of the woman's pussy, and then shoved it in her ass without warning or preparation, an orgasm wouldn't result; excruciating pain would.
I placed my thumb alongside my shaft, then pushed it into mum's cunt as I stroked my dick into her. Now that my thumb was wet with her juices, I began rimming her ring.
Mum's moans and groans got even louder. Once her rosebud was nice and wet, I narrowed my circles down onto the entrance to her ass. Then, switching to my fingers, I transferred the excretions from my mother's pussy, hers and mine, onto her starfish.
Once I was satisfied she was as wet as she would get, I firmly pushed on her ass sphincter. Mum groaned deeply, and her ass opened up. My finger slipped in up to the second knuckle.
I let some spit dribble out of my mouth onto her back hole. Then, gathering this moisture up with my index finger, I smeared it over her rosebud. This increased lubrication allowed me to stretch her rear fuck hole wide enough to accept a second finger.
"Oh, yes, darling," Mum breathed. "Get my shithole ready for your big donger."
I added a third finger and then began forcing them apart gently, stretching Mum's starfish wide enough to take the head of my cock.
There was a tube of Mum's moisturiser on the coffee table within reach. I pulled out of my mother's cunt and squeezed moisturiser onto my head and shaft. Holding her ass cheeks apart, I spat on mum's brown star again.