Touchdown : a mother-son story

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author bank note : this tale has been swimming around in my creative thinker for a while. I'm glad it's finally finished. I love how big the son is compared to the mom. And I love her motivation. Such a skilful mom.

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The hotel room doorway clicked shut behind Jake, the roar of the arena crowd still echoing in his auricle from the championship win. At 6'5 '' and 250 pounds of substantial muscle, the wiz quarterback towered over everything, including the cleaning woman waiting on the king-size bed.

His mother, Lisa, looked lilliputian compared to him. She was average out in summit, just 5'4 '', but her curve were generous—full, heavy bosom straining against a lacy bra and a round of golf ass that jiggled with every trend. Pretty with soft features and long wickedness hair, she gazed up at him with a mix of pride and hunger.

Jake stripped off his tailored shirt and slacks, revealing the chisel abs and encompassing shoulder honed from old age of bestial breeding. Lisa bit her lip as he peeled his briefs off his torso and stepped out of them. Even flacid, his cock was bigger than most men's best erections.

As Jake climbed onto the bed, Lisa unclipped her bra and quickly discarded it, her breasts dropping into place, her nipples hard. He pushed his mother to her back as his massive bod eclipsing her completely. Lisa's legs spread on instinct, her lace flip-flop hiding only the most suggest contingent of her completely shaved sex. He smoothly grasped her arms and pinned above her head, her consistence fully receptive to her son's desires and penury.

He moved his face close to hers, his stubble scratching her the soft tegument of his cheeks as he breathed in the scent — fragrance he'd bought her on one of many limited nights. He looked down at his mother's feminine features. They had become comrade in so many elbow room. Lisa's body undulated on the bed, eager to be taken once more by her son.

"Did you keep an eye on me, Mom ?, '' he asked.

His peter was growing, taking on a new conformation. Veined and throbbing, it was easily nine in long.

'' Always, baby, '' Lisa whispered,"I can't keep my eyes off you."Her representative was breathy as she spread her legs wider. She felt so small under his weightiness, his muscles flexing like Fe cable television against her soft soundbox.

He reached his free people hand between them, massaging his female parent's breasts and pinching her pap. He continued down her belly and over internal second joint and covered labia. All of it was his for the taking.

Without warning, he ripped her panties off her soundbox as though they were theme. Lisa inhaled sharply, always impressed by her son's vast durability.

Jake stroked himself lightly before learning forward and sliding the tip of his manhood along her pussy, pre-cum oozing between her lips before at he thrust into her, stretching her mingy walls around his cinch. She gasped, her big nipple bouncing.

He started slow down but quickly increase his pace, his body's hunger driving him balls-deep into his mother. Her ass cheeks clapped against his thigh, and she wrapped her stage around his waistline, pulling him closer despite the overwhelming size difference.

He fucked her hard, grunting with the force of a man who dominated on the field of view and now in bed. His immense consistence pressed her into the bed, his muscular breast smearing exertion across Lisa's grimace. She loved it.

Her stage squeezed him tighter as she felt his climax nearing.

'' No one 's taking you from me, '' she panted, her nail down digging into his back.

"I'm cumming in you, mom ! Your pussy is mine. Oh, fuck, your pussy is mine !"

He roared as he erupted inside her, cum flowing out of her and onto the bed. His consistence shuddering over her fragile cast. She clung to him, feeling protected yet utterly overpowered by her son 's strength.

It had n't always been like this.

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The story started years earlier, back when Jake was just a gangling kid with raw talent on the peewee football theatre of operations. Lisa had been a single mom since his dad left when Jake was five, working double shifts as a nurse to keep them afloat in their pocket-size suburban home. Their bond was close—dinners together, her cheering at every game, him helping with job. Jake was her domain, bright-eyed and clean-handed, with dreams of making it big in sports.

But pubescence hit Jake like a consignment gear. He quickly shot up to 6'2 '', his body filling out with musculus from weight training and endless drills. Girls at schoolhouse started noticing—cheerleaders giggling in the halls, tone slipped into his footlocker. Lisa saw it too, the way he 'd come dwelling flushed from practice, stealing coup d'oeil at cartridge holder or lingering on TV display with scantily clad fair sex. She worried. He was too Whitney Moore Young Jr. for that play, too promising for some luxuriously school day fling to derail him. football game scouts were already whispering about his arm force and stop number ; she could n't let misdirection ruin his future.

One eve after a big win against the rival team, Jake burst through the door, helmet under his arm, jersey soaked in sweat.

"Mom, tutor says I could pop varsity next year ! '' His vox cracked with excitation, but Lisa noticed the bulge in his boxers as he hugged her—his body changing faster than she could process.

'' That 's my boy, '' she said, hugging him back, feeling the hard planes of his emerging chest of drawers.

Lisa knew her son was destined for with child thing, and that girls woukd try to latch themselves onto him. Her protective inherent aptitude kicked in.

That nighttime, she decided to act. No more baggy sweatsuit for her. The following morning, she slipped into a tighter top that hugged her plenteous breasts and yoga drawers that accentuated her thick ass. As Jake ate breakfast, she bent over to seize milk from the fridge, her curvature on total showing. He stared, fork pausing mid-air, a hot flash creeping up his neck.

'' Everything okay, truelove ? '' she asked innocently, turning with a smile.

'' Y-yeah, Mom, '' he stammered, eyes darting away. But she saw the effect—the way he shifted in his seat.

Over the coming workweek, she escalated. Skirts that rode up her thighs when she sat on the couch during flick nights, low-cut blouses that showed cleavage as she helped with homework.

Jake 's grades stayed solid, but his direction wandered. He 'd jerk off in his elbow room more often, with Lisa listening to the rhythmic sounds coming through the door. At school, he turned down dates, claiming practice was too intense. Lisa felt a curve relief ; her trunk was keeping him close, safety from those `` little loose woman '' who might trap him with pregnancy or heartbreak.

Over the summer, Jake bulked up even more, hitting 6'4 '' and 220 pounding, a beast on the field of operations. He led the team to the playoffs, Scout from colleges attending games.

Lisa rewarded him with a new bikini—thong flair, barely there twine that framed her big ass, and allowed her tit to joggle freely as she walked. She began shaving her mons and labia bare.

Lisa wore her new suit for the first time as Jake was swimming circle, making for certain he had a top aspect of her as she spread tanning oil across her body.

'' Mom, uh, that swimsuit ... '' Jake said one good afternoon, climbing out dripping wet, towel barely hiding his growing erection.

'' Just trying to catch some sun, baby. You do n't mind, do you ? '' She adjusted the top, her tit hardening under the thin out fabric. He sat beside her, centre glued to her body, his hammer tenting the towel. The air thickened with tension ; she could see the battle in his eyes—hormones raging, but dedication to her holding him back.

That bikini became a staple for her over the hot summertime, making she Jake had every opportunity to see her body.

Later that fall, after a grueling practice where he 'd befuddle four touchdowns, Jake came home tired and sore.

Lisa was in the kitchen in a short robe, the whack loose enough to reveal glimpses of her bender. She could tell something else was on his mind.

'' Rough day ? '' she asked, stepping close to rub his shoulders. Her manus trailed down his branch, feeling the superpower there.

'' lady friend at school livelihood asking me out, '' he admitted, voice low. `` But I do n't know ... it feels unearthly. ``

She walked in front end of him, her hand brushing his thorax. Lisa looked up into her son's eyes.

'' You 're special, Jake. You need someone who understands you, who 'll celebrate you focused. ''

She thought for a instant, then stepped back, opened the belt of her gown, and slid it from her berm. Jake's eyes went wide as her took in his mother's full double D tit and pink mammilla

"Mom, what are you— ? ``

'' Shh, it 's okay, '' she soothed, her voice like velvet. `` I 'm just helping you relax. Mothers take care of their boys. ''

She posed for a import before stepping back into him and pulling his large paw over her embrace. The cool hint of his finger made her pap tighten instantly.

"Do you like them ?"She asked smiling.

He squeezed and explored her flesh, holding their weightiness in his hired man and gently pinching her pap.

"They're perfect, mom,"he replied.

Lisa watched as his cock pushed his gym shorts away from his eubstance. She loved knowing that she such and effect on him.

Her hands grasped his waist, then slid down and grazed the bulge in his shorts. He froze, hint hitching as she felt his turncock twitch and harden.

"Let me serve you, baby."She squeezed him gently through the cloth, his monolithic peter swelling in her palm. He was hesitating, centre broad with vexation, but did n't pull away. They stroked each slowly in the middle of their kitchen.

Lisa whispered encouraging Word of God as her hand slipped inside his short circuit, wrapping around his thick shaft. He was huge even then, her fingers barely meeting as she pumped him. Precum slicked her hide, and the opinion made her pussy tighten.

It was over within second, ropes of cum coving her hand and painting the inside of his underclothes.

'' See ? Feels good, does n't it ? No demand for those girls. ``

Jake nodded, feeling guilty but relieved.

His football game the next day was his proficient yet—a shutout victory that had colleges calling.

The touching soon became routine. After practices, Lisa would slip his shorts from his body and massage his second joint, her hands wandering to cup his globe, jerking him off while he recounted child's play. He grew comfortable being naked in front of this mother, his initial vexation fading under her loving assurances. `` This is our secret, '' she 'd say as she kneeled between his spread legs wearing only her panties.



She learned what he liked and became well-practiced at making his toes coil into the carpet.

"Yes, baby, cum for ma,"she's say, enraptured by his pleasure.

Jake's young pubic region surged his cum feet into the air, finding its way onto his chest, and onto his mother's face and titty.

Jake didn't see his mom tasting his jizz as she walked away. Or as she laid on her bed and rubbed her clit, fantasizing about him.

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By senior year, Jake was a legend—6'5 '', 240 British pound sterling, all-state quarterback with scholarship fling piling up. Off-field, his interest in missy waned ; Lisa 's attention was all he craved. One night, after signing with a top university, he came home buzzing. She greeted him wearing just a one-piece teddy.

'' I'm proud of you, '' she murmured, dropping to her knees in the living room. His pecker strained against his jeans as she unzipped him, freeing the giant that had grown with him. She jerked it just inches from her expression, smiling into his brightly eye.

'' Let mom make it especial,"she said before leaning forward and licking a beadwork of pre-cum from the tip, tasting his saltiness.

Jake breathed in quickly and watched as his mother took him into her mouth. Her rim stretched wide around his cinch, jaw ache as she bobbed, sucking backbreaking.

"Oh, mom, yes…suck it"

After a consequence she stood and led him to the sofa. He eased back and spread his legs wide. His massive formal dangled below his swollen shaft. Lisa slipped the teddy off her shoulders and down her consistence, her son's eyes feasting on her swollen, shaved labia.

She kneeled forward and rubberize her look against humanity, inhaling his musk. She began lapping at his scrotum, bathing his ballock in saliva. She worked her way up his lance — kissing, sucking, and licking his length until plunging her mouthpiece over his head once more. Jake tangled digit in his mother's hair, holding her stabilize and thrusting into her. Gently at first, then deeper, fucking her fount. She gagged but urged him on, her big tits heaving.

"Mom…mom, I gon na …"

Lisa moaned, signalling her own lustful desire and readiness to go for his gift.

When he exploded, cum filled her pharynx ; she did her easily to swallow it. She backed off of it, coughing. Cum dripped down her chin. After clearing her throat she smiled up at her son.

"I guess I'll want more exercise with that,"she said. They both laughed.

Blowjobs became his reward—after games, exams, even good morning wood. Jake 's stats soared : interior recruit of the twelvemonth. Lisa yearned for the taste of his cum. She knew that her body was his electrical outlet, and his shield from the temptation of a cruel world.

She also knew college would bring new challenges.

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Jake quickly became a freshman adept, starting every game, his physical structure a sculpted 250 pounds of power. But even with raging parties and dorms full of coeds, he snuck home on weekends, where Lisa waited.

After his team clinched a college playoff nascence, Jake sped house, his bridge player tight on the steering roulette wheel. He'd been away on the road for six week. Sexual hungriness consumed him. sight of his mother's body flashed through his idea — cum dripping from her back talk, boob and snatch.

He opened the figurehead door expecting to happen her in the kitchen, waiting for him. Finding it empty, he hollered to her.

"Mom ?"He said as he took off his jacket."Are you here ?"

A moment later she relied, a long sultry tone to her phonation.

"In your bedroom, my champion."

Jake moved quickly, while trying not to seem overly eager.

He turned the corner and found his female parent on his bed, au naturel, her curves pale against the sheet of paper.

'' cum here's, child,"she said."You're overdressed."She rose and walked to him. He was quickly as naked as his mother.

On her knee joint, Lisa admired her son's dick. Shed missed their weekly interlude. She tenderly kissed his head, gibe, and balls as she gazed at his thick, hard body.

"I've been waiting for you,"she said.

"I…I drove as fast as I could…"he said defensively.

"No, infant. What I mean is…I've been waiting…to make my consistence to you."

Jake swallowed hard as he watched his mother rub his cock across her fount.

"Are you prepare to take me, baby ?"She asked."Are you prepare to spend a penny me yours ?"Her tongue snaked across his slit, sweep away her son's pre-cum.

"Ye…yes, mom,"he said."I've been waiting too."

"Show me…"Lisa rose to her feet."Take me."

Jake picked his mother naked body off her feet. He remembered when she seemed bombastic than living. Now she was like a chick to him.

He stared at his bed a bit, taking in the youthful surroundings. They belonged to a boy, something he no longer was. He looked down at his mother, taking in her thighs and her heavy breasts. It was sentence for him to get a man.

As he carried his mother across the verge of her sleeping room, they both knew their life sentence had changed.

He placed her gently on the bed, then guided her onto all fours, her knee joint at the edge. He pressed her head against the covers, leaving her ass high gear, open, and exposed. He stood behind her and devoured every inch of her body with his hands. He mashed her full tits together, and squeezed her ass cheeks, spanking them gently. Lisa stayed still, feeling pocket-size and helpless against her son's huge intensity level.

Jake lowered himself and stared at his mother's swollen, wet slash and puckered mother fucker. His hired hand opened her fully as he leaned forward and tasted his female parent for the firstly sentence.

Lisa hissed as pleasure raced through her. Jake's tongue lapped at her luscious pussy back talk, pushing into her yap. She pressed herself back, volition her button outward and into her son's rima oris. He gladly obliged. Within minutes she was moaning into the mattress, her hips shaking as climax ripped through her.

Still recovering, she felt herself being guided to her back and her legs spread as her son's enormous body layed between them. He kissed her soft belly before licking and sucking her breast. Lisa smiled as she remembered him drinking from her, never imagining she would see him there again one day.

At stopping point he looked into her face, his mouth and Chin glistening. He loomed over her, his vestige swallowing her frame. She looked tiny and vulnerable below him. But it was exactly where she wanted to be.

Pre-cum dripped from Jake's cock. It was massive compared to his mother's girlish sex.

'' Mom, you 're so small ... I do n't want to wound you. ``

'' You wo n't, indulge,"she whispered. Her hired man stroked his side of meat, pulling him forward, her need willing him inside her.

He pushed his tip against her, but twice it slipped away, her torso too tight. Lisa reached down and grasped her son, placing him against her — against the situation from whence he'd emerged so many years ago.

"There…now…have me. I'm yours, Jake."

Slowly, the tip of his cock wrenched out-of-doors his mother's brim. He thrust slowly, and inch by inch he sank into her. Jake's center closed as he experienced a new level of pleasure, one he had been dreaming about for so long.

Lisa's walls clenching around his thickness. She cried out, feeling split open. She spread her legs wider, urging her son deeper until he bottom out inside her, still an inch to a greater extent to give. His head pressed against her uterine cervix ; Lisa could feel her organs being pushed aside by his presence in her body.

Jake fucked her with building force, his brawny weaponry caging her, hips slamming as her tits bounced wildly. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, and she came hard, soaking his globe.

"Yes, Jake…Oh my god, yes…Fuck me, baby…Fuck me…"

He pumped his body harder, pushing himself deep as his mother's body opened to him. Their body slapped together, a sheen of sudor covering their tegument.

Jake felt his ball tighten, the thrill of climax approaching. Lisa's vagina clenched on his son's cock, urging its giving from his body.

"Mom…I'm gon na …fuck…oh, mom…I'm gon na …."

"Yes, baby,"she cried, her legs wrapper around his body."Cum in me. Cum inside me !"

He grasped her cervix as his soundbox lunged forward. His rachis arched, uncoerced himself deeper, cum erupting and splashing across her cervix and pooling inside her. Lisa's body convulsed in orgasm, her womb squeezing, drinking in her son's seed.

They pressed their bodies together, making the valued moment endure until he collapsed, heedful so as not to shell her.

Lisa's hand rubbed her son's strong back and ass. As his breath returned, she kissed his chest and neck, savoring the salty sweat that covered him.

He raised himself on his elbow and looked at his mother, somehow in a new way. His eyes piercing through her.

Their relationship had fundamentally changed. She was still his female parent, but he knew that her consistency was now his.

Lisa knew also. All barriers were gone.

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During away plot, she 'd tug to hotels, posing as the doting mom in the base. dark, he 'd steal to her room, fucking her senseless—doggy flair where her ass rippled under his smack, missionary where she felt his full weight, even against the paries, her legs suspension as he held her up like a ragdoll.

Pro scouts noticed his consistency—no outrage, laser-focused. selective service day came at age 22 : first daily round, huge contract. Lisa beamed from the audience, her deal discreetly on his thigh.

Now in the pro leauge, at 25, Jake was a sensation, his body a arm at 6'5 '' and 260 pounds.

Lisa traveled with the squad, booking a room in the Saame hotel. To the world, she was the ultimate supportive mother—tailgating, consultation gushing about her boy 's loyalty. But the reality was raw : post-game, he 'd hook downstairs, pounding her pussy until she screamed into pillows, his cum leaking from her as he returned to the team floor.

One Night after a playoff clincher, he entered her cortege. She was wearing a silk robe. `` They think you 're just my Mom, '' he chuckled, as he removed her only patch of clothing and lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchenette tabular array. Lisa leaned back and spread her branch.

'' Let them, '' she replied. Jake lowered his head and lapped at his mother's pussy and button. He pressed her legs back, exposing the jewelled anal quid she'd been wearing for time of day. He pulled it out slowly, watching her sphincter tighten. His tongue circled her rim as he ground her clit with his quarter round. Lisa screamed as she came on her son's skilled natural language.

Even as she panted, Jake pulled her body to the sharpness of the mesa and he guided his peter inside her ass. He thrust brutally, her body jolting, breasts undulating on her chest. She felt lower-case letter, overpowered by his sheer mickle, but it fueled her possessiveness. No cheerleader or exemplar could do what she did — Jake was her son, her shielder, her lover.

As ropes of his seed filler her gut, Jake growling her name, Lisa knew she 'd won .