Mom Could Not Help It

He was overwhelmed with love for her. He had never thought of her as being anything but a heart stopping gorgeous strong willed mother and friend. Now this was his chance to prove to her how very much he loved and adored her. He sobbed, "Yes mother, I would do anything for you mom, anything you ask!"

Bobby smiled lovingly at her as she took his hand and silently urged him to follow her. Jeanne's heart was bursting as she led him into her bedroom; to the inner sanctum of her femininity.

She watched as he removed his clothing and felt a thrill when she saw the size of his cock. Suddenly she realized she had never had anything that big in her pussy and fear shot through her. She trembled in fear yet wanted him to fuck her with his gigantic cock. Fear made her dry up and when he saw her remove her tunic; he took her in his arms and lifted her as if she weighed nothing to carry her to her bed.

The look on his face mirrored the lust and love he felt for her. His raging cock throbbed with each beat of his heart as he lay her down and placed the head of his cock against her portal between her trembling thighs. She begged, "Wait honey! Wait...Please baby! I'm dry honey! I need to ... uhhhhhhhh!"

He pushed. Jeanne screamed as his hard prick tore at her dry and tender pussy flesh, and only then did Bobby ease up. He didn't pull out, but kept perfectly still. Jeanne felt as though a giant arm filled her pussy.

Bobby eased his tight grip on her, and became gentle and attentive again. Her nipples started to glow as he gripped them lightly between thumb and finger, teasing them to firmness. His tongue rasped over first one and then the other. Jeanne felt his lips close over them as he sucked on them noisily, but very, very gently. All the time, his cock stayed inside her, a rock hard intruder threatening to tear open her pussy. He was going on instinct alone and a desire to show her how much he loved and adored her.

His tongue was wonderful, lapping at her nipples, then the side of her tits, licking across her lips, then to her ears and back again. Jeanne tried to kiss back as he touched her lips, but he simply moved on. She was on fire. She pushed her head back into the pillow and started to arch her back. To her surprise, the discomfort of Bobby's prick inside her had subsided, and for a moment Jeanne thought his erection must have died, but when he started to move again, Jeanne suddenly realized that his attention had made her very wet, for he slid in deeply and easily, reaching further with each thrust, until Jeanne felt his pubic bone crushing against her own.

Jeanne opened her legs wider, drawing her feet back, and clasped her hands around his powerful back, eagerly drawing him in as she arched to meet him. He shuddered momentarily and she knew he was going to cum. There was no time for finesse in their lovemaking; they needed each other so badly that they were on a runaway train. He came violently; thrusting against her so hard that she would make a little grunt each time he slammed his full weight onto her belly. His sperm came in torrents, filling her until she could hold no more, and then dribbling from her cavity, down the crack of her ass and pooling on the bed. Jeanne longed to cum with him, but it had all been too quick for her, and she could already feel him softening inside her.

He cradled her head as he withdrew, and they kissed deeply. His hand moved to her sopping pussy and Jeanne felt his fingers searching the entrance.

"It's a bit messy down there Bobby," Jeanne apologized. "I should clean up a bit."

"No Mom," he replied quickly. "Let me."

Before she could reply, he had moved down between her legs, and his wonderful tongue was hard at work again. Spreading her pussy lips with his fingers, he delicately lapped at the combined juices that still flowed from her, taking them in, scooping with his tongue for more. He lapped at her pussy entrance, and then moved down, hoisting her legs up with his shoulder to lift her ass off the bed, and licking the fluids from the crack of her ass.

Jeanne couldn't describe the sensations she felt. At first she was embarrassed.

When she and Rick made love, he would never touch her afterwards, and Jeanne would usually hurry to the bathroom afterwards to clean up.

Bobby moved so quickly at first that she did not have time to object. She was afraid that he would find her messy and dirty. When he moved his mouth to her so naturally and with such enthusiasm, Jeanne started to relax, and for the first time, admitted to herself that being eaten out in this way was definitely worth the wait!

Jeanne's son was far from finished with her. Having cleaned her thoroughly, his penetrating tongue slipped across her pussy lips and brushed lightly across her clit. Jeanne bucked as the sensation hit her, and he repeated it again and again, until Jeanne was writhing and moaning as he toyed with her, now sucking at her clit, nibbling it gently and flicking his tongue over it.

"Oh, yes, Bobby," Jeanne groaned. "Yes, yes, yes. Do it to me baby. OHHH YES"

Jeanne was totally out of control. Juices flowed from her pussy in streams. Her body bucked uncontrollably as she neared orgasm. Bobby hadn't entered her again but she felt herself cumming. His hands slipped under her and Jeanne felt his fingers spread her juices around to her ass.

"Bobby, please, not there," Jeanne pleaded. She wasted her breath. As her climax hit her, his probing tongue stabbed into her dripping pussy, and his finger drove deep into her ass.

Jeanne went over the edge. She screamed and bucked and thrust and twisted wildly, completely out of control. Bobby withdrew his finger and held her firmly by the hips, working her over with his tongue. Her climax continued in waves until she could take no more, and fell back into the pillow, completely spent.
Slowly Jeanne regained a little composure. It had, she realized, taken thirty-six years for her to feel the true thrill of sex which most girls experience in their teens. Worse yet, it had taken her own son to show her the way!

Bobby was absently stroking her breast, bringing the nipple to his mouth and brushing his lips over it.

"Mmmmm, Mom, you are soooo beautiful baby," he murmured.

Jeanne giggled, proud to know that he thought her desirable.

Jeanne reached for his prick, and was surprised to find it was still semi erect.

"My goodness, Bobby," she teased. "It looks as though you still haven't finished. What have we here?"

He turned to her with youthful confidence, letting her take a full hold of his tool, letting her work her fingers over it, letting her bring it to its fully erect state again. It was a marvelous cock, uncircumcised, long, thick and strong. Jeanne surveyed it closely, carefully peeling back the foreskin again to expose the glowing, purple glans.

She had swung herself into a seated position on the bed for a better view, and having seen, wanted more. Jeanne lowered her head to his prick and took the head between her lips, gently running her tongue around it and sucking it in deeper. The head forced her mouth open wide, and pushed against the inside of her cheek. In this position she could do very little, so Jeanne swung myself fully around until she was positioned directly over his cock, and took him in deeper, locking the base of his tool and his balls in both hands. It felt larger inside her mouth, yet she had only taken the head in fully. Jeanne was starting to gag as he pressed against the back of her mouth.

"Relax, Mom," urged Bobby. "Use your nose to breathe and just relax."

This was not as easy as it seemed, but finally Jeanne got the hang of it and let him slip into her throat. He murmured in appreciation and moved his loins in miniature thrusts, allowing her to control the extent of his penetration. Even so, she could barely breath, and started feeling giddy.

Jeanne was so focused on trying to make Bobby happy that at first she had not felt him moving beneath her. His fingers once again probed her pussy entrance, opening it and gently inserting first one finger, then a second, and a third. Jeanne tried to spread wider to receive him and in doing so, her head moved back slightly. Her throat straightened and Bobby's prick just slid forward without any further effort. Bobbing her head on him, she brought him closer and closer to climax, while her pussy throbbed to the music of his fingers. He lifted his head to her pussy and sucked at her clit, and Jeanne felt her climax building.

Bobby groaned and his thrusting became more urgent, so she pulled away from him until just the head of his prick remained trapped by her lips. Jeanne wanted his beautiful prick inside her now. She wanted them to cum as one.

Lifting herself off his fingers, she quickly spun around, and retaining her position above him, slowly lowered herself to him, guiding his raging hard-on into the entrance to her pussy. They kissed deeply, tongues probing. Bobby's hands gripped her breasts and squeezed them hard. She dropped onto him as he rose to meet her, burying his prick inside her to the hilt. They rose and fell in perfect unison, the motion of his prick making loud sucking noises as the fluids escaped from her.

Jeanne rode him with increasing ferocity as she neared her climax, and he met her thrust for thrust. Her breasts felt, as though they were about to burst, such was the pressure of his hands, until he exploded inside her. This time, she climaxed with him. Her whole body burned as the climax rippled through her, heightening the sensations in her crushed breasts and her pulsing pussy. She continued to pound against him unmercifully until she felt his hardness subsides within her, and only then collapsed on his chest.

"Oh Bobby," she gasped as they broke from a lingering kiss. "I wish I could have known how much we needed each other long ago."

It was an awakening for her. Her lovemaking with Rick had been very satisfying. They made love often, and loved each other deeply, but Rick was very conservative about sex, and she supposed she was, too. Their sexual acts were almost exclusively night activities, mostly in the dark, mostly in the missionary position and contact after the act was minimal. Jeanne would usually head straight to the bathroom to clean up after sex while Rick fell asleep, they both considered oral or anal sex thoroughly deviant behavior, an act between sexual weirdoes.

In one night, Bobby had blown away so many of her hang-ups and Jeanne knew that this new dimension to their relationship would lead them to many more revelations.

"I love you Mom," he whispered, and gently cradled her in his arms, eyes heavy as he slipped into deep sleep. "You get some sleep now, because by morning, we are going to want to do it all over again."

"Yes," Jeanne sighed. "And every morning after. Sleep well my Baby. Sleep well my darling love."