Bunny and Rod-3

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Although partially drunk himself, Rod nevertheless became disgusted by his mother's slobbering-drunk condition on her returns home, her rounded hips gyrating in that way women have of savoring their recent lovers' entrapped acquisition. 

Twice in the last four days, Bunny began to plead for her son to come to help her to bed and keep her company for a while.

The previous week of boundary-crossing had been proceeded by her having interrupted the boy masturbating. Barging into his room inadvertently, Bunny stopped short in shock to see the boy sitting up in bed with a skin magazine and an enormous hard-on. Her shock wasn't because of his masturbating. It was because of the size of his cock. The turbulent scene that followed ended with her apologetically pleading with him to forgive her intrusion, and shouting through the locked door that there was nothing wrong with masturbating. "I DO IT ALL THE TIME!" she hollared.

"I KNOW!" He shouted back. "THAT'S WHY I'M SO ASHAMED OF MYSELF!" Why did his mother have to masturbate to x-rated movies on her bedroom VCR when she was constantly fucking on all her dates. Didn't she get enough sex with her numerous lovers?

He had seen some fuck movies at friends' houses, and actually liked them. But, since his mother also liked them, he felt a sense of shame being so perverted as to like them too. Bunny must've felt some sense of shame, because she always locked her porn movies in her dresser as her son discovered, when after having a couple drinks in his mother's absence, he took his copy of the key and went to look for them.

The boy wasn't a virgin. He had scored once on a class trip, and also after a football game when one of the girls who had failed to make the cheerleaders due to mammary over-development wanted to assemble a group to party with. She had rounded up some of the second varsity boys for a gang-bang. The overall attitude of the group towards the very busty girl was one of scorn for her promiscuity. 

Rod didn't realize that this abuse reflected more on the boys' immaturity than the girl's merits (actually she liked being called a slut and pig during their release). Worse yet, the girl, although extremely pretty, was a physical approximation of his mother. Rod thought that the men that took his mother out all the time must have an equally low opinion of her.

So to move away from that type of lover, the last two months, Rod had formed a relationship with a thin, sexually conflicted girl from a very harsh and controlling religious family. Rod, having formed the false impression that he was now an experienced stud because of his two sexual episodes, tried at first to impress Dianne by showing her his erect and formidable cock. Screaming as if she had been raped, she ran away promising to have him in jail. After a sleepless night on both their parts, she called him, and having allowed that all was forgiven, proposed another date if he would keep his cock inside his pants.

When alone together, the first thing she asked to see was his cock.

Dianne had, indeed, seen other cocks before, and felt them delving her insides. Fortunately for her, her brother and the two of his fiends that he had invited, for the price of substantial amounts of booze, to share the goodies had never bragged about the experience, thus leaving Dianne's reputation intact for the meantime.

Dianne was a drinker though. When out on dates by way of contributing her genitalia to the group entertainment, Dianne acquired enough booze from her brother and his friends that later, when out on her date with Rod, they drank their inhibitions away and had, what amounted to, very wild sex. 

But this was a roller coaster. Sober, she'd blame him for debauching her and threaten to tell her father, a bouncer at the local Polish-american club. Drunk, she'd threaten to go to a college fraternity and get herself screwed blind unless he got it up one more time.

This treatment caused Rod to break off with her, isolate himself and masturbate, which was what was happening when Bunny barged into his room. 

"HONEY!" Bunny shouted through the door. "I'M GOING OUT ON A DATE SOON! I'M LEAVING TWO dirty movies OUT ON THE TV FOR YOU, AN PLENTY TO DRINK! YOU CAN INVITE YOUR GIRL-FRIEND OVER TO WATCH THEM WITH YOU! THERE SHOULD BE ENOUGH BOOZE FOR HER TOO! YOU'VE GOT A WONDERFUL, BIG, STIFF, THICK YOU-KNOW-WHAT, HON, AN I'M GONNA HELP YOU FIND SOME NICE LADIES WHO'LL APPRECIATE IT LIKE IN THOSE MOVIES!"

With that, she went upstairs to "get ready." Not hearing his mother moving around outside his door, the boy snuck out to listen to her "preparations" for her usual night out. The sounds usually consisted of grunts and gasps synchronated with bed jouncing noises added and abetted by a buzzing tone. 

The frequency of the noises gradually heightened until they would culminate in the tell-tale crescendo of what the boy knew to be a release similar to the ones he got whenever the procession of girls that paraded though his masturbatory visualizations ended up with him screwing the gang-bang girl that looked so much like his mother. And that's when Rod shot his load.

But this time, Bunny, laying in bed with her robe open, a drink in one hand and the other massaging her clitoris, was visualizing her son's cock while she masturbated. "I never knew he was so big, uuuhhh, uuuhhh!" she gasped as she positioned her empty cocktail glass on the bed-table. Now, her breasts bounced as both her hands went to work on her pussy. "I hope the guys I meet have cocks are as big as my son's is! Wwhheeww, am I gonna get low tonight!"

Listening through the door, Rod immediately noticed the difference from the other times. Her gasps had words in them. "EEUW FUCKER YEUW! EEUW FUCKER YEUW! OOHH GOD-DAMED YES! LET ME HAVE THAT FUCKIN COCK! OOHH FUCK YES!" Then the frequency and volume rapidly increased to end with a screech. There was quiet for a minute and then, Rod heard the combination of gasps and bed movements resume. This time, he got out his own cock, and as it swelled in his grasp, he imagined that his mother's heightened rut was due to her having witnessed her son jerking off (which, of course, it was).

Still on his knees outside her closed door Rod synchronized his motions with the sounds coming from the bedroom. Again as the rhythm rose he heard her say, "Rod, baby! Raahd, baby! Cum to mommie! Cum to mommie, yeeuw bad boy! YEEUW BAAAAD BOY! YEEUW FUCKER!" Then he heard, "OOHH YEUW FUCKER! YEUW FUCKER! YEUW FUCKER! YEUW FUCKER! YEUW MUTHER FUCKER! RAM THAT FUCKER INTO MOMMIE'S PUSSY!" Then, after a whole series of YES's she let out a scream that he would've heard from anywhere in the house.

"Aaahhh! Aaaahhh! AAahhh!" the boy gasped as he masturbated by his mother's door. "Does mom scream like that when her boyfriends fuck her?" All of the sudden, the boy's cock erupted, spilling the contents of his balls onto the bottom of the bedroom door from where it dripped to the floor.

Having experienced a gut-wrenching orgasm, Bunny had decided to try and not masturbate any more, and was pouring herself a drink from the canister she always imbibed from while getting dressed to go out. Suddenly she heard a gasp from outside the door, and immediately knew her son had been spying on her.

Having all ready had a couple of drinks, she was less contrite about her own transgression and felt her son had no business spying on her.

It was one thing to walk accidentally into a boy's room, but another to actually hide outside a mother's door to listen to her jerk off. And worse yet, he acted so righteous when he, himself had been eves-dropping! MY GOD! What had she said while she was cumming? Now in a near-rage heightened by her chagrin, she banged her glass down of the dresser and with her huge breasts pumping, she charged to the door.

Larry had intended to wipe up his pool of ejaculates, but hearing his mother's immanent discovery, ran crab-like with his pants half down as, open-robed and bare-breasted, she yanked open the door.

The boy had only made it part-way down the hall when she immerged and her bare foot landed on his issue, almost causing her to slip. She looked down and saw the track and immediately knew where it had come from. 

"WAIT!" she shouted as her rage vanished immediately. There was the boy, his prick still slightly enlarged all bound up in his partial undress on the verge of tears. "WAIT HONEY! Thass all right, baby! Come to momma!" Just then, the doorbell rang.

"Ooohh, daaarlin! They're here early! I gotta grab a dresh an run. Honey, we'll have to talk aboud our mashurbading tomorrow. I'll be thngin aboud yeeuw while I'm, uuuhh..."

"Doin it with the men, mom?"

"Yesh."