Mom's Enormous Ass

After watching herself play with her swollen nipples in the mirror for a while, Cathy made herself stop before she had juice dripping down her thighs. She finally just got dressed in a snug tank top and yoga pants and went downstairs to spend time catching up with Ken like a normal mother and son. She didn't bother with a bra or panties, though. The way he looked at her was just too delightful, and there wasn't any harm in letting the boy look, was there?

Mother and son managed to pass the next few days without any further incident. Now and then there were awkward moments of silence where one or the other had to be thinking about what happened, but they got by spending most of their time together either in the yard or living room where Ken would get involved in his courses online while his mother binged on streaming video or read books she'd been meaning to for a long time. Their trips out of the house were limited to only the most essential market runs.

The best times were getting dinner ready. Ken would go into the kitchen and help his mother cook, something he'd never done before college. These were the most playful times where sometimes they even acted like a newlywed couple. One night, they became especially playful and Ken ended up planting a hot, hard spank across his mother's big ass on impulse.

Cathy looked at her son in shock. He looked just as shocked as she did, and started to stammer apologies, which ended up making his mother laugh. Then Ken started laughing, too, but Cathy felt her pulse quicken and her blood run warm at the sting her son's swat had left in ass cheek.

The memory of that one, simple smack stayed with her even through the next day. To make matters worse, the longer they didn't talk about what happened in the bathroom the day Ken came home, the more it hung in the air like unfinished business. And Cathy knew exactly what he was up to when Ken disappeared into his bedroom or the bathroom at odd times. She often went to listen at the door only to confirm that he was stroking his cock. Without her. And he was doing it at least two or three times a day. But she also had to admit it was probably because she was wearing more and more revealing outfits. She couldn't help how much she loved his attention, but that only made her ache to see her beautiful son erupt with pleasure even more.

The morning after Ken impulsively spanked his mother's ass, Cathy could barely think about anything else anymore. She put on a thong bikini bottom she normally only wore for sunbathing in the yard when she was home alone. No one had ever seen her wearing it before, but she couldn't wait to let Ken see. Then she put on a thin, cropped tank top that did very little to cover her prominent tits. It was promising to be a warm day, so she had that as an excuse for dressing that way if she needed one. But it made her smile to herself to know her son wouldn't mind.

Cathy went downstairs and straight into the kitchen to make a smoothies for breakfast. It wasn't unusual for her hang out around the house alone in an outfit like she had on, but it gave an extra boost to her pulse when she thought of doing it with her son at home.

It wasn't long after running the loud smoothie machine that Ken also showed up in the kitchen. He was wearing a tank top over boxer briefs, and Cathy could tell he was fresh out of bed. He was still rubbing sleep out of his eyes when he came in went to stand by the counter where his mother was now pouring out a pair of smoothies.

"Good morning, baby," she said cheerfully, pleased to see he was awake enough to be staring at her tits.

Cathy went up on her toes and leaned up to kiss her son right at the corner of his mouth, daring to press her big tits against his body. Even through their clothes, the contact made her feel sparks of electricity all through her body. Her nipples quickly started to swell and ache. When she came back down, Ken surprised her by pulling her into a tight hug with his strong, young arms around her body. Her enormous tits were firmly crushed against his solid body.

"Morning, Mom," Ken replied. "You look really, uh, pretty today."

Cathy was afraid the hug alone was going to make her soak through her thong. The mood that was rapidly coming over her was making her feel bold. She leveled a serious look at Ken.

"Pretty enough to do what you did the other day?" she said.

Ken hesitated at first, but then said, "The other day you were naked."

"Not when you got started," his mother reminded him. "The naked part came later."

"Yeah, but it was also the best part."

"Well, if you're okay with it, I really want to see you do it again. I'll even do it too, like when I got in the shower with you. I mean, we've just been doing it separately in our rooms, but that's all I can think about when I touch myself. I was thinking...maybe...we'd both feel better if we just stopped pretending it never happened."

"Wow," Ken said, amazed.

He then started to reach for his mother's tits, just barely grazing them through her top before Cathy swatted his hands away.

"We can't touch each other," she protested, perhaps a bit weakly. "I mean, baby, I'm your mother."

"I know, but...you're so fucking hot," he said. "And I love you more than anyone."

"I love you, too, sweetheart, but there are some lines we just can't cross."

Cathy then took a couple of steps back and pulled off her top, revealing her full, heavy tits. She began squeezing and fondling them while her son watched every move.

"You like them, baby, I know you do. Take out that beautiful cock and show me how much you love Mommy's tits."

Ken was watching his mother like a hawk. He probably didn't even realize he started rubbing his quickly growing cock through his briefs. Cathy's heart sped up as she watched that big, impressive bulge swell under his hand.

"Show me, baby," his mother nearly pleaded. "It can't hurt if we're only looking, right?"

He didn't need to be told again. The next thing Ken did was pull the band of his boxer briefs down over the huge lump of his cock. Then that big, hard shaft swaggered out into the open. He caught his swinging rod in his hand and started to slide it over the shaft. Cathy couldn't help uttering a soft gasp.

"You too, Mom," Ken said, obviously eager to see his mother touch her pussy again.

The very idea had Cathy's heart racing, and her slit was already starting to flush with warm dew. She knew she had to reveal everything to him. The other day in the shower he never saw his mother's pussy except for the sight of her mound as she'd been standing, and even then she'd had her hand over it most of the time while rubbing her excited clit. The look in her boy's eyes left no mistake. He wanted his mother to spread that wet flower and show him everything.

Cathy went to the table and pulled out a chair. She with a racing pulse, she pushed off her thong and sat down. At first, she sat with her thick, round legs close together, even though she was aching to finger her aching slit. She was waiting for Ken to take off his T shirt and briefs, and the boy didn't even need to be told. He just pulled them off and stood there naked with his fully erect cock jutting out at his mother.

"God, baby, it's so beautiful," she sighed as she parted her full thighs.

The look in Ken's eyes as his mother's damp slit opened up in full view made the woman's clit tingle with electricity. She reached between her thighs with both hands and spread her hairless slit with her fingers, letting her boy see what he couldn't the other day. Ken rewarded his mother with a low growl of lust and started stroking his cock again.

Cathy spread the flesh surrounding her clit wide, making her swollen pearl stand up as much as possible. Then she started massaging the bud with the tip of one finger and watched her naked son stroke his thick rod. God, how the horny mother wished she could touch it. She was aching to see how hot and rock hard that silky cock flesh would feel under her caressing hands. Even more, she couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel and taste in her wet mouth. Cathy had always loved sucking a nice, big cock, but her son's was the nicest and biggest she'd ever seen, and she loved him more than any other man in her life. If anyone deserved to experience her deep, oral passion it was Ken. But her own son? That was simply impossible.

Cathy had seen a couple of other men stroke their dicks for her in the past, but never to the point of cumming. Those times had ended up in hot, sexual entanglements. And as much as the passionately horny mother wanted to do things no mother should never even dream about doing with her son, she had also loved seeing Ken make himself cum so hard the other day. So much that she yearned to see his spunk erupt once again.

The voluptuous blonde's pussy was dripping hard. She hurriedly shoved a finger up inside her creaming hole while continuing to rub her clit with the other hand. Ken groaned and Cathy's skin felt even hotter as she saw the way her son was watching her finger slipping in and out of her terribly underused hole.

"Come closer, baby," she moaned between breaths. "It's okay if you get cum all over Mommy just like you did the other day."

"Fuck," Ken growled, stepping close enough to his mother so he was standing in the open space between her widely parted knees. "Mom, I want your pussy. I fucking need it bad."

Cathy whimpered. "I need your beautiful cock just as much, baby. But we can't. Not ever. It would be sooooooo wrong. But we can always have this."

She could tell her son was straining to hold back and keep his stroking pleasure going as long as possible. Cathy couldn't. She started to cum, gasping deeply while her ripe body shook and shivered all over the chair she was sitting on. She kept her eyes on her son's big, pulsing cock and his rapidly pumping fist, pleased to see a generous flow of precum oozing steadily from the head. Cathy just kept pumping and rubbing, and added another finger into her hole until she was cumming a second time.

"Oh god, baby, god," she cried. "I can't believe you're making me feel like this!"

Suddenly Ken was grunting deeply. "Oh fuck, Mom, I'm gonna cum," he groaned.

"Do it, baby. Cum on Mommy. Let me feel that hot cream all over me."

Cathy could hardly believe the sordid words that were coming out of her mouth. It was almost like she was listening to a completely different person, or to the soundtrack of a cheesy, taboo sex video. But it was her, and that was her real life son furiously pounding his cock within a couple feet of her face.

Then Ken grunted hard and deep and simply erupted all over his mother. His cum exploded out of that huge cock and was spattering her face and tits. Cathy then exploded with the hardest of all three orgasms, making her body shake and quiver as the pleasure rocked her until she was breathless.

After, she lapped at a big drop of cum that was close to her mouth while she smeared her son's cream over her tits with both hands. Ken was dazed from cumming so hard, but his eyes went wide as he watched his mother taste his cum and smear it over her skin.

Cathy kept watching as her son's cock gradually softened back to its relaxed state. He went back and stood against the counter again, and she got up and went to give him another kiss on his lips.

"That was amazing, baby," she told him. "No one ever made me feel like you do, and you never even laid a hand on me."

She then turned to leave, chancing a quick brush of her hip against his cock as she left him there. The brief contact made her heart leap.

Leaving her top and panties on the kitchen floor, Cathy finally left the room and went upstairs to take a shower. She heard Ken showering a little later on, and when she walked by his bedroom she noticed the thong she'd left behind on her son's bed. It made her smile to realize he hadn't even bothered trying to hide them. He just left them there in the open, practically advertising how much he wanted his mother's wet pussy. Just knowing he picked them up for his own pleasure made Cathy's pussy clench with warmth.

As it turned out, the next time mother and son masturbated together was in the evening of that same day. They were watching television together and sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Ken was only wearing briefs while his mother was only wearing panties and a cropped T shirt with a V neck. Both of them were watching each other as much as the television. Ken's bulge was looking so full and appealing that his mother couldn't help rubbing her mound through her panties.

Ken looked at her and smiled. His mother smiled back and pulled her panties aside to expose her slit. Seconds later, Ken had his growing cock out in the open. It wasn't long before they were both naked and masturbating just as furiously as the first two times.

Cathy felt so close to losing control over the sight of her son's aroused cock. This time, when Ken was ready to cum, she got on her knees in front of him and opened her mouth, inviting him to stroke his spurting cum onto her tongue. Half of his load went across her face, but the rest squirted into her mouth. Cathy had the biggest, most powerful climax of her life as she fingered her pussy and tasted her beautiful son's warm cum.

The blonde still felt half in a daze by the time she walked upstairs, still naked, to get into bed. She fell asleep with a dreamy smile, thinking of Ken's luscious cock and the way his cum had tasted.

The next day, mother and son masturbated together three times. The first was in the kitchen just like the morning before. Then, later in the bathroom, and in the evening in Cathy's bedroom. Each time she was eager to take as much of her son's cum into her mouth or on her face and tits as she could get. And every time, Ken wanted to touch her. He was dying to push that big cock into his pretty mother's mouth and let her suck his spunk from right between her lips. But Cathy was terrified it would feel much too good. He was still her son. No matter how much she ached for his cock it was still just so wrong.

It went this way for a couple more days. Cathy and Ken were naked around the house more than not, even when they went out into the yard. Either one of them felt free to start masturbating in the open anytime they felt the urge, and the other would soon join. It became unthinkable that either of them would masturbate on their own in private anymore. It was simply too good when they shared the pleasure.

One morning while Cathy was up ahead of Ken, as usual, Ken came downstairs naked to find his naked mother going through her morning smoothie making ritual. He stopped in the doorway just to watch her. He loved how she was staying naked most of the time now. If it weren't for the two of them masturbating together two or three times a day he would've been walking around with a constant hard on.

He spent a long time just standing in the doorway gazing at his mother's ripe, round ass and full thighs. He didn't know how it would be possible to want her more. She wanted it too. He knew she did. But she always stopped short of them touching each other. It was making him crazy, and he was sure all she needed to do was give it one chance.

Ken was already semi-erect after waking up with his usual morning wood, but as he watched his mother's ass swaying back and forth as she worked at the kitchen counter his dick was soon just as hard as ever. He said good morning as he went into the room so as not to startle her. She responded with a quick look over her shoulder, but then turned back to what she was doing.

With his rigid cock swinging before him, Ken went to his mother and pressed his shaft against her left ass cheek while he took hold of the other one with his hand.

"Baby, you know we can't do that," Cathy told him, but she didn't push him away like she usually did.

"Just for a minute, Mom," he replied. Her ass felt so warm and smooth. "You feel so good."

"So do you, baby, but we shouldn't be touching like this."

Still, she made no move away from her son, and if anything, really seemed to enjoy feeling his hard cock rubbing against her ass. Ken started squeezing the other cheek, massaging her flesh.

"But we both like it, Mom, so why shouldn't we? It's not like we're hurting anybody."

On that, Ken reached for one of his mother's tits with the other hand, now massaging her ass and boob while grinding his cock against her flank. Just touching her body with his aching shaft made his heart spike, and despite her apparent reluctance, she rolled her hips slightly, rubbing herself against his rod.

"But we're going to like it too much, baby," she protested weakly. "It feels too good already. This is bad. Sooooo bad."

"So bad it's good, Mom," Ken said as his hand moved between both of her big, warm tits to squeeze and fondle. Her nipples were pebble hard when he rolled and twisted them between the tips of his fingers.

"Oh god, baby, don't do that. That goes right to Mommy's pussy when you touch my nipples that way."

Ken's dick was throbbing with heat. He knew if she wanted him to stop she would have just batted his hand away. Her ripe body felt so good he didn't want to stop, but he couldn't help wondering what she'd do if he touched her pussy. After her admission that his nipple play was affecting her slit, Ken wanted to see just how much. While continuously kneading her ass, he slid the other hand down from her tits to slide his fingers over her perfectly smooth pussy mound. His fingers burrowed deeper between her thighs to feel how wet her slit was getting. Ken felt his mother's creamy dew immediately, satisfied to hear the pleasurable gasp she uttered when he touched her flushing sex lips.

"Baby, you really shouldn't touch Mommy's pussy like that," Cathy warned him even as she set her feet further apart to give his hand more room to play between those thick, silky thighs.

"Yeah, Mom, you're right," he replied. "I really shouldn't be feeling how wet you're getting. And I really shouldn't be rubbing your clit like this, either."

But Ken just grinned at his mother and teased her swollen clit with his fingertip. Cathy gripped the edge of the counter and closed her eyes.

"No, baby, you shouldn't. It's so very wrong," she said breathlessly. "But just for a minute should be okay, right? Just, ohhhhh yes, just a minute, baby."

Cathy gripped the counter edge tighter and kept adjusting her feet, every time opening her legs wider for her son's searching fingers. Finding his mother's slit dripping wet only made his cock throb harder by the second. He finally moved his hand to a different angle so he could slide his middle finger up inside his mother's cream-coated hole. As he slid it deeper, Cathy let out a long, low groan of motherly lust.

"Bad," she said, huffing for air. "Bad, bad boy."

"Don't worry, Mom," Ken replied. "It's just for a minute, right? And it feels really good, doesn't it?"

"God, baby, yes," his mother whined. "It feels wonderful. Just another minute like that. One more won't hurt."

"You know what else would feel good, Mom?"

"Tell me, baby," she said.

"If you touch my cock. Hold it tight and stroke it for me, Mom. Just for a minute, okay?"

"Oh my god," Cathy muttered as she reached for her son's huge, rigid cock.

"Oh, fuck yes, Mom," Ken groaned as he felt his mother's hand curl around his stalk.

She turned her head to look at this unreal thing she was doing, gripping and stroking her own son's impossibly swollen cock. Ken moaned. He decided his mother's hand was just as good as any pussy. She had a firm, confident touch that proved she knew just what to do with a hard dick. It wasn't long before precum was oozing in a steady flow from his piss slit, and his mother just smeared it over his shaft and lubed his flesh with his own juice.