Mom Helped Son With His Imaginary Sexual Problem
"Come on. Arnie. What is really bothering you? Tell me. I'm sure mom can help."
"Not this time, mom. It's really ambarassing"
"It is sexual, isn't it? Remember? I am the one who gave you your first lesson in sex"
"I think I am suffering from pre-mature ejaculation."
"Really? How did you know?"
"I found out during my masturbations."
"When did you start masturbating? You should have told me about it. A mother would love to know about such thing."
"I watched porn with Tommy in his room. We started masturbating about two years ago."
"I see. You boys started really young these days." I was sure Arnie had read about pre-mature ejaculation in some books, and just imagined the rest. I decided to play along wiith it, maybe to my advantage.
"Would you like mommy to help with this problem before turning to the professionals?" I asked, acting earnest and sympathetic.
"Oh! Yah. I guess."
"OK. Let's see. You have seen me partly naked before, Right?. Have you ever fantasized about having sex with your mom? Like most boys do?"
"No. I have not."
"But you have fantasized about fucking an older woman, right? Tell mommy, what kind of older women would you like to fuck?" I switched to the word "fuck". I wished to quickly saturate the atmosphere with the idea of sex.
"I like them plumb, not skinny. I love their big arses most of all."
At this point I got up from the couch and undressed slowly and deliberately, taking each piece of garment off like a real strip-teaser. And standing naked right in fornt of him, I turned around a few times letting him have a really good look at my big, round arse. He stared at it for quite awhile before stretching out his right hand to cup my pussy in his palm, and then he squeezed one of my butt-cheeks. I could see his cock starting to rise in his boxer's shorts. I told Arnie to go naked. And oh mine! Was I shocked to see what came next!
"Wow! You have a really big one, son." If I was correct about a son inheriting the penis size from his biological dad, then my husband, Jordan, could not have been Arnie's biological father. Let me recall what happened to me two nights before the wedding day. I came home drunk from a bachelorette party around one am. As I staggered towards the house I was waylaid by my jealous, vengeful ex-boyfriend, Andy. He grabbed and forced me into his car. Andy raped me that night. Now, Arnie was the evidence of that rape. Arnie's cock was at least two inches longer than Jordan's, and at least an inch thicker in circumference. Sometimes good could come out of an evil deed, I thought. If I play this right, this could be a big lottery win for me.
"With my help, you could turn out to be as good a fucker as your dad, Arnie." Of course I would not tell him the truth about Andy. As we all know, every boy felt something special about being able to fuck his father's wife. And a young buck like Arnie would love a chance to surpass his old man, Jordan.
Arnie played with my breasts a little and quickly moved on to my pussy. He finger-fucked me and massaged my pairs of labias. I was wet in no time. As he tried getting his cock inside me I tightened my pussy, giving him the idea that his cock was really too big. Actually I have been using a big dildo and his cock could have easily slipped in.
"You mustn't try fucking any women you like with that huge cock. You might seriously hurt them." Probably Arnie would not take my word for it but could you really blame me for not wanting to share him with other women, at least for as long as I could?
Anyway, when he got inside me it was still a tight fit. I told him to stroke me slowly because I did not want him to climax too soon. He cummed in five minutes. I kept him on top of me and inside me, I Knew he would get hard again soon enough. In the meantime we kissed and I caressed him and sucked on his nipples. Then I raised and support my upper body with some pillows so that I could reach down passed his penis to play with his balls and arse-hole, and squeezed his butt-cheeks. As he got hard again I told him he could fuck me any way he liked. Arnie asked to fuck me doggy-style. He did say that he love my big arse. Did he not? I leant over the back of the couch. He aimed his cock at my dripping-wet pussy and pushed it all the way in, in one quick rush.
"Tell me what you think of my body. And how I can improve on it."
"I love your arse, mom. So big, round and fleshy. I think your whole body would look even more sexy when it is covered in your glistening sweat or water droplets from a shower. I wish you have thicker hair down there. All the way from just above your thighs, from your pussy all the way to your anus."
"I promise not to shave it from now on. In the meantime I could get myself tatooed with a big patch of pubic hair right where you want it. Describe to me what you are doing and feeling, Arnie."
"I felt your slippery cunt give way to my cock head as I pushed in..... I felt like I have touched the end of your pussy tunnel..... I felt your cunt tightening and gripping my cock..... I see your minor labias moving in and out with my cock and your juice dripping down you thighs....." And then Arnie stopped talking and started slaming hard into my arse fast and furious.
"I have not been fucked like this since the last time your dad fucked me." Of course Arnie could never have guessed that I meant his rapist of a father, Andy. Damned it! Size did matter. He was the son of his father, alright. He actually fucked me with a vengeance.
"Wow! My God! Yes, yes. Shit. Arnie, you son of a....." I was back to my old self, that bitch of eighteen years ago! Arnie made my pussy sloshing with my juice in no time. I was moaning and breathing so hard that I was almost out of breath. I cummed harder than I ever did in my entire marriage life. I imagined Arnie also got the biggest orgasm in his life.
After a few days Arnie figured out three things all by himself: One, he did not suffer from pre-mature ejaculations. Two, his cock was not too big for other women. Three, his father (Jordan) could not satisfy me sexually and that I needed his cock. As a result he became more and more cocky and repeatedly over-stepped the red-lines I had drawn for us. I had told him that there would be no fucking when Jorden was anywhere near the house. Arnie persuaded me to over-step that red-line soon enough. Then I compromised and told him that we must not fuck when Jordan was anywhere in the house. Guess what? He came into my bedroom one night while Jordan was asleep next to me and woke me up for sex.
We did it outside my bedroom, with its door left slightly ajar. I was hopping that any sign of my husband waking up would be noticed by us and we could terminate our fucking in time. I bent over and grabbed hold of the railing while he fucked me doggy-style. Since there was no time for me to get wet we had to use lubrication. But we both still got our orgasm. We did it without ever waking up Jordan for many nights to come. Or so we thought....
In the weeks and months that followed we over-stepped the red lines and slipped up so many times that Jordan could not help but notice that his son was fucking his wife. But Jordan also knew that he, by himself alone, could never satisfy me sexually. It seemed like in the end he felt that it might as well be his "own" son rather than someone outside the "family" that I was being unfaithful with. So far, Jordan had not made an issue out of it.
One afternoon I leant over the back of the couch and massaged Jordan's neck, chests and shoulders, and later slid my hands down to play with his cock. Then without any warning, Arnie snuke behand me, lifted my skirt and stuck his cock inside me. As Arnie was fucking me, I noticed that Jordan's cock got hard. I could not be sure whether his hard cock came from my manipulation or his appreciation of Arnie fucking me behind his back. Anyway, I could not risk having one of them see the other guy's cock or else the game would be over. Both of them would then start to suspect the true nature of their biological relationship, and question the genealogy of Arnei. I stopped the massage immediately and took Joran up to the bedroom for an afternoon fuck.
I then figured out a plan for sex with both father and son. Of course I continued to fuck Arnie with abandonment when Jordan was not around. But I have a special arrangement for our nights. Since Jordan was an "early to bed and early to rise" guy, I fucked him to orgasm early in the night and had a longer session with Arnie later that same night. Many other signs indicated that Jordan knew and was OK with my incestuous relation with Arnie, so I had no more need to hide. I just moved into Arnie's bedroom for the rest of the night. But I always made sure the doors of the bedroom was locked whenever I fucked the father or the son. Neither of them must accidentally barged into the room. One precaution carved in stone remained: under no circumstances must either one of them see the other's cock!!!
