Built for One Thing

I unzipped my jeans and yanked them and my shorts down in one frantic movement. My big cock sprang out like an upended diving board, its ten thick inches towering obscenely between Mom and me and pointing right at her naked tits. I just stood there and let her see it for the first time.

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. "Jesus Christ, Bobby! Oh, god almighty, it's gigantic! You've got the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life!" Her eyes journeyed down its length. "Mmm, your balls are nice and big, too."

I stroked it with one fist. "Is this what you want, baby?" I asked. "You want me to pound your pussy with this big boy?"

I planted my hands on my hips and let my cock pulse and twitch. Mom finally got up the nerve to wrap her hand around it, as if she were approaching a wild animal. Her fingers didn't meet. She brought up her other hand and started jacking with both fists. "Oh, yeah, Bobby, I want you to slide your big cock into my pussy and take me to paradise."

"Get on the bed," I said.

She quickly climbed up on the comforter, her mammoth rack swaying lewdly, and got in position on her back. As I whipped off my T-shirt, I let my jeans and shorts fall to the floor so I could step out of them; she lifted her ass and slid her velvet panties over her full thighs, then bent her knees and tossed the underwear off her feet. She spread her legs wide and massaged her clit. "Mmm, honey, come up here," she said between deep breaths as I joined her on the bed, my big dong sticking out in front of me like the jib spar on a sailing ship.

I got between her legs and braced myself over her at arms' length. The weight of me over her on the springy mattress made her big tits wobble from side to side. I craned down and kissed one of them, sucking on her hard nipple for a second, then I moved up and thrust my tongue as far as it would go into her mouth.

Then I looked down between us and got ready to fuck her. My hips were high in the air and my stiff cock was hovering over her beaver, which was just the neat brown triangle I remembered. I paused for a second in brain-lock. I was about to fuck my own mother. I reached down and took my cock in one hand and guided it toward her pussy.

Mom raised her head to look down, too, and what she saw made her grab my tensed upper arms to brace herself. "Ooh, yeah, baby, my pussy's wet and I'm ready for you," she said. "Put that big thing in me." She raised her face up to mine and gave me a quick kiss that told me she was truly ready. Then, just to be sure I had gotten the message, she commanded loudly, "*Fuck me, Bobby*."

I held my cock to her pussy and slid the huge head in. She was even tighter than I had expected. Her hands gripped my arms harder.

"Ahhhh," she gasped.

"Point of no return, baby," I said. "You're about to get that trip to paradise."

She lifted her head again to look down. "Oh, yeah, sweetheart, slide it all the way in. Fuck me with every inch of your big cock."

I couldn't believe the language coming out of her mouth, but hearing it was almost making me blow my nuts. She flexed her hips a little for angling and I finally slid my throbbing cock into her pussy. It gripped me like a hot, wet vise but I pushed in fast anyway. It just kept going in. Moaning, Mom rose up on her elbows to watch the action. "Ooh, baby, give me all of it." Then, after another couple of inches, "Ungh! God, this is going to be so fucking good!"

"Honey, I'm going to give you the best fuck you've ever had," I said arrogantly.

"Oh, Bobby, I know you will."

"Jesus, Mom, your pussy is tight!"

I figured the head of my cock would meet her cervix when I still had two or three more inches to give her, as had happened with all the teenage girls I had banged. But this time my big, long dick was in a real woman. As we both watched and she began to cry out "Oh, Bobby, honey...Oh...OH, BOBBY!" her pussy swallowed my entire cock. My big balls slapped against her ass just as my helmet bumped the back of her canal.

I looked up at her. She was seething through clenched teeth. "Ooh, baby," I said, "You've got all ten inches of me in your pussy."

"Jesus Christ, it's like a baseball bat. Start fucking me, Bobby. I can't wait any longer!"

She bounced her hips to get me going and I began sliding my big dick in and out of her pussy with steady, moderate strokes using about half of its length.

Mom grunted and bucked her hips to meet my thrusts. Her hands squeezed my chest muscles.

"Is that good?" I asked.

"Ooh, darling, it feels great, but pump faster. I'm so fucking horny," she said.

I did as the lady asked. My cock pistoned in and out of her, making a sound like beaded water being swished off a car hood. I flexed my hips high on each upstroke and pulled it out right to the tip.

After all, my beautiful mother had specifically asked me to fuck her pussy with every inch of my big cock. I was gladly doing it.

Her huge tits had already been wobbling sensually, but when I sped up, they went ballistic. They lifted off her chest and began swinging in opposite directions, inscribing two circles that met at the center with a loud slap of skin. Her nipples, still as hard as pencil erasers, were erasing an imaginary figure-eight in the air. I wanted to suck them, but the sight of them careening as I hammered Mom's pussy was just too spectacular.

"Oh, Bobby, my tits are going crazy. Look at them!"

"I am. Just seeing them is almost making me come."

Her melons weren't the only things in the room suffering an earthquake. My fast tempo and powerful strokes had set up a brassy squeak in the box springs that marked our cadence. Much louder, however, was the sound made by the big cherry headboard, which was slamming against the wall so hard that flakes of white paint were falling off the ceiling molding above it.

"Ooh, Bobby, you're fucking me so good," Mom said, her words warbling as if something were drumming on her voicebox. She smiled up at me, and I smiled back at her. "Kiss me, sweetheart," she said softly. I leaned down and our tongues mashed against each other in a quick embrace.

"Mmm, good, sweetie-bear," she said when I was back up on straight arms. "You didn't break stride. But I want some more of that." She lifted herself onto her elbows so that our faces met. Her tongue shot between my lips again. It was a long kiss this time--slow and probing with methodical, slow-cooked lust.

Then we both looked down. The lips of her pussy were stretched taut, clinging to my wide, deeply-veined dick as I banged her.

"Ooh, baby," she said, "Look at your ten inches pleasing my pussy. You're making me feel so fucking good, Bobby. I just can't believe we're doing this."

"I can't either."

"But don't you dare stop. You're fantastic."

"I've been wanting to fuck you for years, Mom," I said, slowing my strokes a tad so I'd last a little longer. Even so, I was going to shoot my load way too soon.

"And I've been wanting you to fuck me ever since you got so buff and gorgeous and sprouted that big cock between your legs. I noticed it in your swim trunks," she said, looking down again at my monster pumping her canal. My dick was slick and glossy with her juice, glistening in the lamp light as I pulled it out for a long, hard down-stroke.

"But I had no idea how fucking huge you were," she finished. "I'm glad we're fucking with the light on so I can see your big pole filling my pussy."

Then her tone got very nasty again. "Ooh, yeah, Bobby, give it to me. Come on, big boy, you're not supposed to do this to your mother, so you'd better make it worth all the guilt."

I sped up my strokes. My balls were slapping loudly against her ass and her tits were taking off again.

"Ooh, yeah," she snarled. "Pound me, baby. Slam my pussy with your big, long, hard cock!"

I thumped her even harder.

"Oh, yes, Bobby! Fuck me! Oh, god, yes. Yes! Oh, Jesus Christ, honey. Oh, Christ, Bobby, I'M COMING!"

It was a relief to my ears, since my own orgasm was imminent. I had already turned the corner and was feeling the charge building on the underside of my dick. I normally had Herculean endurance, but this was too much for me. Frankly, it was a miracle I hadn't come when she first wrapped her hand around my tool.

Screaming my name, Mom reached up with both hands and pulled me down to her as her hips began to spasm. They drove up against me wildly, lifting us both off the bed for three or four of my strokes at a time.

"Oh, Bobby sweetheart, don't stop. Oh, fuck me, baby, keep pumping your cock...oh, now, yes. Yes. Yes. YES. YES! YES! YES! OH, GOD, YES! FUCK ME, BOBBY! OHHH! OH, GOD! OHHHHHH! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

She shrieked into my ear as her nails dug into my shoulders. Finally, her grip lightened; I eased my strokes and caught my breath. Then my own orgasm was on its way. My balls tightened and the whole head of my cock was tingling.

"Honey, it's my turn now," I grunted, arching my back upward and clamping my eyes shut in concentration.

She was still panting from her orgasm. "Oh, baby, that feel so good, but you'd better pull your cock out of me. Honey, are you listening? There's a chance I could get pregnant." Then that nasty tone again. "Besides, I want to see all the juice that squirts out of those big balls of yours! I bet you come in quarts! Do it all over my tits, baby! Pull your big cock out of my pussy and squirt hot cum all over me!"

My balls heard all that marvelous depravity. "Okay, baby," I said, gulping and giving her pussy one last thrust. "OH, FUCK, HERE IT COMES!"

I flexed my ass up high to pull my cock all the way out of her and reached down to stroke and aim it with my right hand. Under me, Mom got up on her elbows. Then I gave her what she had asked for. And then some.