In a small town in the Midwest, there lived a kind and loving mother named Martha. She had always been close to her only son, Jamie, who had just turned eighteen and was about to start his freshman year of college.
One evening, as they were sitting in the living room watching TV together, Jamie seemed unusually quiet and withdrawn. Martha noticed this and asked him if anything was wrong.
At first, Jamie hesitated to speak, but eventually, he mustered up the courage to tell his mother about his concerns. “Mom,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I think there’s something wrong with me. I’ve never…you know…been with a girl, and I’m starting to worry that I might not be…normal.”
Martha furrowed her brow, not understanding where this was coming from. “What do you mean, Jamie?” she asked.
Jamie hesitated for a moment before finally blurting out, “I think my willy is too small. I’ve seen other guys in the locker room at school, and they all seem so much bigger than me. I’m starting to think that there’s something wrong with me, and that no girl will ever want to be with me because of it.”
Martha’s heart went out to her son. She could see the fear and insecurity in his eyes, and she knew that she had to do something to help him. “Jamie, honey, I want you to know that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you,” she said, taking his hand in hers. “Everyone’s body is different, and what’s important is not how big or small you are, but how you treat others and how you carry yourself.”
Jamie looked at his mother, his eyes filled with tears. “But what if girls don’t want to be with me because of it?” he asked, his voice trembling.
Martha took a deep breath, trying to think of the right words to say. “Jamie, I can’t promise you that every girl you meet will be interested in you, but I can promise you that the right girl will see beyond your physical appearance and will love you for who you are on the inside,” she said. “And besides, size doesn’t matter as much as you might think. It’s all about how you use what you have and how you make your partner feel.”
Jamie seemed to consider his mother’s words for a moment before nodding slowly. “I guess you’re right, Mom,” he said. “It’s just hard not to compare myself to other guys, you know?”
Martha nodded sympathetically. “I understand, Jamie. But I want you to remember that you are a wonderful, kind, and intelligent young man, and that’s what really matters. Now, why don’t we go upstairs and I’ll help you measure your…uh, willy, so we can put your mind at ease?”
Jamie blushed at his mother’s suggestion, but he nodded eagerly. Together, they went upstairs to Jamie’s bedroom, where Martha carefully measured her son’s penis using a ruler.
As she did so, Martha couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of emotions. On the one hand, she was proud of her son for being so open and honest with her. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but feel a little curious about what she was seeing.
She had never really paid much attention to penis size before, but now that she was measuring her own son’s, she couldn’t help but wonder how it compared to other guys. She knew she shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but she couldn’t help herself.
Once they had finished measuring, Martha reassured Jamie once again that he was completely normal and that he had nothing to worry about. Jamie seemed relieved and thanked his mother for her help.
As they headed back downstairs, Martha couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between them. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, but she felt like there was a new level of understanding and openness between them.
Over the next few days, Martha found herself thinking about their conversation more and more. She couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to penis size than she had previously thought.
One day, as she was doing some research online, she stumbled upon a forum where people were discussing penis size and sexual satisfaction. As she read through the posts, she was surprised to see that many women were saying that size didn’t matter as much as she had thought. Then I came across a confessions page where mothers have pleasured their sons. Wait what? There was so many women’s comments.
Martha’s eyes widened as she read through the confessions on the forum. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing – mothers pleasuring their sons, talking about the size of their penises in a very detailed and graphic way. She felt a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of shame as she read about how these women had brought their sons to orgasm, how they had explored their bodies together. One post in particular caught her eye.
A mother described how she had given her son a blowjob, taking his entire length into her mouth and sucking gently as he thrust into her. She wrote about how he had moaned and trembled, his hands tangled in her hair as she pleasured him. She went into more detail of letting him finish off inside her… pussy. Martha felt a warmth spread through her body as she read the details, her mind filling with images of her own son in a similar situation. She knew she should stop reading, that this was crossing a line, but she couldn’t help herself. Her pussy started to get wet.
Then the front door opened, “Hey Mom I am home.”
“Hey sweetie, come on in!” Martha called out, trying to sound casual despite the racing thoughts in her head. She quickly minimized the forum window, not wanting Jamie to see what she had been reading. Jamie walked into the living room, dropping his backpack on the floor.
“Hey, Mom. Just got back from the bookstore, picked up some textbooks for my classes.”Martha smiled, standing up to hug her son. As she embraced him, she couldn’t help but notice the way his body felt against hers. She remembered the measurements she had taken just a few days ago, the size of his penis still fresh in her mind.
“Great, I’m glad you’re all set,” she said, pulling back and looking into his eyes. “I was just thinking, since you’re going to be away at college soon, maybe we should spend some quality time together before you leave.”
Jamie raised an eyebrow, a hint of confusion on his face. “Quality time, Mom? What did you have in mind?” Martha felt a surge of excitement mixed with a touch of nervousness. She knew what she wanted to do, but was it appropriate? Could she really go through with it? But the images from the forum were still fresh in her mind, and her pussy was still throbbing with desire.
“Well a movie night, I have plenty of wine. Just let me go put my nightie on, you be putting a movie on and get some glasses,” she said as she made her way to the stairs.
Jamie nodded, watching his mother’s retreating back. He couldn’t help but notice the way her hips swayed as she walked, the gentle jiggle of her ass in her jeans. He felt a familiar stir in his groin, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. As he put the movie on and poured the wine, Jamie’s mind wandered back to their earlier conversation. He couldn’t believe he had actually told his mother about his worries over his penis size. But she had been so understanding and reassuring, and he felt a deep sense of gratitude towards her. When Martha returned, she was wearing a lacy black nightie that hugged her curves in all the right places. Jamie’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her, his eyes drawn to the way the fabric clung to her breasts and the hint of cleavage on display.
Martha settled onto the couch beside Jamie. She could feel his eyes on her, and she knew exactly what he was looking at. She crossed her legs, the nightie riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her thigh.
“So, what movie did you pick out?” she asked, trying to sound casual despite the way her heart was racing in her chest. “It’s a romantic comedy,” Jamie replied, handing her a glass of wine.
Hours passed and they were both drunk and on the 3rd bottle. Jamie poured her yet another.
“You trying to get your mom drunk,” she laughed.
“No Mom, I just thought you might like another glass,” Jamie said with a grin. Martha took the offered wine, her hand brushing against his as he handed it to her.
“So… you still having thoughts and worries you know,” Matha said as she sipped her wine.
Jamie looked at his mother, surprised by the directness of her question. “Uh, yeah, I guess so,” he admitted, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. “It’s just hard not to compare myself to other guys, you know?”
Martha nodded sympathetically, her eyes locked on his. “I know, sweetie. But like I said before, size doesn’t matter as much as you think it does. It’s all about how you use what you have and how you make your partner feel. “Jamie shifted uncomfortably, feeling a familiar stirring in his groin. He glanced down at his lap, noticing the growing bulge in his pants.
“I guess you’re right, Mom,” he said, his voice a little husky. “But it’s still hard to shake off those worries.”
“Bless you Jamie love, do you want me to show you how it’s done?” Martha’s voice was low and husky, her words dripping with a sensual promise. Jamie’s eyes widened in shock as he stared at his mother, his mind racing to process what she was suggesting.
Jamie’s jaw dropped as he stared at his mother in disbelief. “Mom, are you… are you seriously suggesting that we…?” His voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Martha leaned in closer, her breath hot against Jamie’s ear.
“I’m suggesting that I show you just how a woman can make a man feel good, no matter the size,” she whispered, her hand drifting down to rest on his thigh.
“Let me put your mind at ease, baby. Let me show you that it’s not about the length, but about the love and desire behind it.”
“Omg really, I can… I can put it… inside your…” he stopped.
Martha’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she cut him off. “Inside my… pussy, yes, Jamie. I can take care of that for you. I don’t have knickers on anyway so it can be easy access for you. Would you like to see it?”
She pulled off her nightie and laid down totally naked on the couch, “come here, honey.”
His jaw dropped, and he took off his jeans and boxers. His cock was hard and didn’t look too big. He to between his mother’s legs. She wet her hand and rubbed her clit to lube it up for him.
“But… I don’t know what to do,” he said confused with his cock just resting near her pussy.
Martha reached up and wrapped her hand around Jamie’s shaft, guiding him towards her entrance. “Just relax, baby,” she cooed. “You’re going to feel amazing inside me.” With a gentle push, Jamie’s cock slid into Martha’s wet heat.
He let out a low groan as he felt her walls clench around him, warm and inviting. “Oh fuck, Mom,” he breathed, his eyes wide with surprise and pleasure. Martha wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him in deeper.
“That’s it, baby,” she encouraged, her voice husky with desire. “Give it to me. Show me how much you’ve grown up.” Jamie began to move, thrusting slowly at first as he got used to the feeling of being inside his mother. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through him, and he could feel his orgasm building quickly.
“Mom, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his pace increasing as he chased his climax. It hadn’t even been a minute of sex and he was going to explode. Wasn’t his fault he was a virgin and it was the first pussy he’s had.
“Ahhh ahhh yes… don’t cum yet. I know you… can’t… help it, oh baby. Slow down…” Martha moaned her tits bouncing.
As Jamie’s cock throbbed inside her, Martha gripped his hips, trying to slow him down. She wanted to savor this moment, to make it last as long as possible. “Easy, sweetie, let’s take our time,” she panted, her voice strained with pleasure.
Jamie’s hips stuttered, struggling to obey his mother’s plea as his orgasm approached. The feeling of her wet heat enveloping him was too intense, too overwhelming. With a low moan, he gave in to the urge, his cock pulsing as he spilt his seed deep inside her.
“Fuck, Mom… I’m cumming!” he cried out, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Martha wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as he emptied himself into her. She could feel his hot cum filling her up, coating her insides with his essence.
“Shhh, it’s okay, baby,” she soothed, stroking his back as he trembled against her. “You did so good. Just let it all out for Mommy.” As Jamie’s orgasm subsided, he collapsed onto her, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
He lifted his head and looked embarrassed, “I feel so embarrassed that I didn’t last long.”
Martha smiled, her eyes warm with affection as she stroked Jamie’s hair. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, sweetie. You did great for your first time. Also, I guess you’re a man now. Keep it inside me for a bit, if it gets hard you know what to do.”
Martha’s words hung in the air, thick with promise, as Jamie’s softening cock still nestled inside her slick, cum-filled pussy. Her legs remained loosely wrapped around his hips, her thighs glistening with a mix of sweat and her own juices. The couch creaked beneath them, the worn springs protesting every subtle shift of their entwined bodies. Martha’s breasts, full and slightly sagging with the weight of her years, pressed against Jamie’s chest, her dark pink areolae peeking out, puckered from the cool air and her arousal. Her nipples, hard as pebbles, grazed his skin with every breath she took.
“Baby, don’t worry about lasting,” she purred, her voice a sultry mix of maternal comfort and raw desire. Her fingers trailed down his spine, nails lightly scraping as she felt him twitch inside her. “You’ve got all the time in the world to learn how to fuck me proper.”
Jamie lifted his head, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment but his eyes gleaming with a newfound hunger. “Mom… I wanna try again. I wanna make you feel good too.” His voice was shaky but determined, his cock already stirring back to life inside her, spurred by the wet heat of her cunt and the taboo thrill of their act.
Martha’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her hazel eyes glinting under the dim living room light. “Oh, honey, you’re gonna make Mommy scream tonight.” She shifted beneath him, the couch groaning as she spread her legs wider, her pussy lips parting to reveal the glistening pink of her inner folds. Her clit, swollen and peeking from its hood, throbbed visibly, begging for attention. A trickle of Jamie’s cum mixed with her juices leaked from her entrance, pooling on the couch cushion below, the musky scent filling the air.
“Get to it, then,” she urged, her tone teasing but commanding. She reached down, her fingers spreading her pussy lips wider, exposing every inch of her slick, needy cunt. Her labia were plump and flushed a deep rose, the inner lips glistening with arousal, curling delicately around her entrance. “Fuck me hard this time, Jamie. Don’t hold back.”
Jamie’s breath hitched, his cock now fully hard again, stretching her walls as he adjusted his position. He braced his hands on either side of her head, his lean frame trembling with anticipation. “Okay, Mom… I’m gonna try.” He pulled out slowly, his shaft slick with their combined fluids, the wet sound of it obscene in the quiet room. Then, with a deep breath, he slammed back into her, his hips meeting hers with a loudslap.
“Ohhh, fuck yes!” Martha cried out, her voice raw and unrestrained. Her tits bounced wildly with the force of his thrust, the soft flesh jiggling as her nipples traced arcs in the air. Her pussy clenched around him, the tight, velvety walls gripping his cock like a vice. “That’s it, baby, pound Mommy’s cunt!”
Jamie’s hesitation melted away, replaced by a primal need to please her. He thrust again, harder this time, the couch creaking rhythmically as he found a brutal pace. Each slam of his hips drove his cock deep, the tip brushing against her cervix, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her core. Martha’s moans grew louder, a symphony of “Ohh! Ahh! Fuck!” spilling from her lips, her voice echoing off the living room walls. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving red crescent marks as she urged him on.
“Harder, Jamie! Fuck me like you mean it!” she gasped, her hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. Her pussy was a sopping mess, the wetschlick-schlick of his cock pistoning in and out mingling with the creak of the couch. Her juices coated his shaft, dripping down to his balls, which slapped against her ass with every thrust. The scent of sex—sweat, cum, and her musky arousal—hung heavy in the air, intoxicating them both.
Jamie gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead as he hammered into her. His cock throbbed with every thrust, the tight heat of her pussy driving him wild. “Mom, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice rough with lust. He glanced down, mesmerized by the sight of her pussy swallowing his cock, her lips stretched wide around him, her clit pulsing with every thrust. A thick ring of creamy white—his cum from before mixed with her juices—coated the base of his shaft, frothing with each brutal plunge.
Martha’s head lolled back, her dark blonde hair fanning out on the couch, strands sticking to her sweaty neck. Her mouth hung open, moans pouring out in a continuous stream, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. “Ohh, baby, you’re fucking me so good!” she wailed, her voice breaking as a particularly deep thrust hit just the right spot. Her pussy spasmed, a gush of her juices squirting out around his cock, soaking his thighs and the couch below. The wet warmth only spurred him on, his hips a blur as he chased her pleasure.
Her tits bounced harder, the soft mounds swaying with the rhythm of his pounding. Her areolae, wide and dusky, framed her stiff nipples, which begged to be touched. She reached up, pinching one nipple between her fingers, twisting it as she moaned louder. “Suck my tits, Jamie,” she demanded, her voice thick with need. “Make Mommy cum.”
Jamie didn’t hesitate. He leaned down, his lips closing around one nipple, sucking hard as his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud. The taste of her skin—salty with sweat—filled his mouth, and he groaned against her breast, the vibration sending a shiver through her. His thrusts never slowed, his cock slamming into her pussy with relentless force, the couch creaking so loudly it seemed it might collapse.
“Ohhh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Martha screamed, her body tensing as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on Jamie’s cock, milking him as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Her thighs trembled, her toes curling as she writhed beneath him, her moans turning into breathless gasps. A flood of her juices gushed out, soaking his cock and balls, dripping onto the couch in a sticky puddle. The scent of her release—sharp and sweet—filled the air, mingling with the musk of their sweat-soaked bodies.
Jamie kept pounding through her climax, his own orgasm building again. “Mom, I’m close,” he grunted, his voice strained as he fought to hold back. Her pussy was still spasming, the tight, wet heat pushing him to the edge. “Can I… can I cum inside you again?”
“Yes, baby, fill me up!” Martha moaned, her voice hoarse from screaming. She locked her legs around him, pulling him deeper as her pussy pulsed around his cock. “Cum in Mommy’s cunt, give me all of it!”
With a guttural groan, Jamie let go, his cock pulsing as he unloaded inside her. Thick ropes of cum shot deep into her pussy, coating her walls as he thrust through his release. His balls tightened, each spurt sending a shudder through his body. Martha moaned at the feeling, her pussy clenching to milk every drop from him, her own orgasm lingering in soft aftershocks.
As their breathing slowed, Jamie collapsed onto her, his face buried in her sweat-dampened hair. The couch was a mess, soaked with their combined fluids, the air thick with the scent of sex. Martha’s legs stayed wrapped around him, keeping his softening cock inside her, her pussy still twitching with the remnants of her climax.
“Fuck, Mom,” Jamie panted, his voice muffled against her neck. “That was… incredible.”
Martha chuckled, her voice low and satisfied. “Told you, baby. It’s not about size—it’s about how you fuck. And you fucked me good.” She ran her fingers through his hair, her body still buzzing with pleasure. “Now, stay right there. Let’s see how fast you can get hard again.”
The living room was quiet now, save for their heavy breathing and the faint drip of their juices onto the couch. The TV flickered in the background, the romantic comedy long forgotten, as mother and son lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, ready for whatever came next.