Touchdown : a mother-son story

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writer note : this history has been swimming around in my mind for a while. I'm gladiolus it's finally finished. I love how big the son is compared to the mom. And I love her motivation. Such a good mom.

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The hotel room threshold clicked shut behind Jake, the holla of the bowl crew still echoing in his spike from the championship win. At 6'5 '' and 250 pounds of solid muscle, the star quarterback towered over everything, including the woman waiting on the king-sized bed.

His mother, Lisa, looked lilliputian compared to him. She was average in top, just 5'4 '', but her bend were generous—full, heavy breasts straining against a lacy bra and a round of drinks ass that jiggled with every movement. Pretty with diffuse features and long dark hair's-breadth, she gazed up at him with a mix of pride and hunger.

Jake stripped off his tailored shirt and quag, revealing the chiseled abs and spacious shoulders honed from yr of brutal training. Lisa bit her lip as he peeled his briefs off his torso and stepped out of them. Even flacid, his pecker was freehanded than about men's best erections.

As Jake climbed onto the bed, Lisa unclipped her bra and quickly discarded it, her breasts dropping into billet, her pap hard. He pushed his mother to her back as his massive frame eclipsing her completely. Lisa's legs spread on inherent aptitude, her lacing thong hiding only the most cozy details of her completely shaved sex. He smoothly grasped her arms and pinned above her straits, her organic structure fully open to her son's desires and needs.

He moved his typeface close to hers, his stubble scratching her the soft skin of his brass as he breathed in the odor — perfume he'd bought her on one of many special nights. He looked down at his mother's feminine features. They had become familiar in so many shipway. Lisa's body undulated on the bed, aegir to be taken once more by her son.

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

His cock was growing, taking on a new word form. Veined and throbbing, it was easily nine inches long.

'' Always, baby, '' Lisa whispered,"I can't prevent my heart off you."Her voice was breathy as she spread her legs wider. She felt so modest under his weight, his muscularity flexing like smoothing iron cable's length against her soft body.

He reached his free hand between them, massaging his mother's breast and pinching her nipples. He continued down her belly and over inner second joint and covered labia. All of it was his for the taking.

Without warning, he ripped her panties off her eubstance as though they were paper. Lisa inhaled sharply, always impressed by her son's immense strength.

Jake stroked himself lightly before learning forward and sliding the tip of his humanity along her slit, pre-cum oozing between her backtalk before at he thrust into her, stretching her stiff wall around his girth. She gasped, her big tits bouncing.

He started slowly but quickly increase his stride, his consistence's hungriness driving him balls-deep into his female parent. Her ass cheeks clapped against his thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer despite the overwhelming size difference.

He fucked her hard, grunting with the forcefulness of a man who dominated on the field of honor and now in bed. His vast body pressed her into the bed, his mesomorphic chest smearing elbow grease across Lisa's human face. She loved it.

Her wooden leg squeezed him tighter as she felt his coming nearing.

'' No one 's taking you from me, '' she panted, her pinpoint 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 body shuddering over her fragile variant. 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 level started years earlier, back when Jake was just a lanky kid with raw talent on the peewee football flying field. Lisa had been a exclusive mom since his dad left when Jake was five, working double switch as a nurse to keep them afloat in their low suburban plate. Their bond was close—dinners together, her cheering at every plot, him helping with task. Jake was her earth, bright-eyed and innocent, with aspiration of making it big in sports.

But puberty hit Jake like a freight rate train. He quickly shot up to 6'2 '', his eubstance filling out with muscle from weight preparation and endless drills. Girls at school started noticing—cheerleaders giggling in the halls, promissory note slipped into his storage locker. Lisa saw it too, the way he 'd add up home flushed from exercise, stealing glance at magazines or lingering on TV display with scantily clad women. She worried. He was too youth for that drama, too promising for some high school fling to derail him. football game lookout were already whispering about his arm specialty and pep pill ; she could n't let distraction ruin his future.

One even after a big win against the match squad, Jake burst through the door, helmet under his arm, jersey soaked in sweat.

"Mom, motorcoach says I could start out first team next twelvemonth ! '' His vocalism cracked with agitation, but Lisa noticed the bulge in his shorts as he hugged her—his body changing faster than she could process.

'' That 's my boy, '' she said, hugging him back, feeling the hard planing machine of his emerging bureau.

Lisa knew her son was destined for great matter, and that young lady woukd try to latch themselves onto him. Her protective instinct kicked in.

That dark, she decided to act. No more sloppy sweatsuit for her. The next morning, she slipped into a tighter top that hugged her ample breasts and yoga pants that accentuated her thickheaded ass. As Jake ate breakfast, she bent over to grab milk from the fridge, her curves on wide-cut display. He stared, branching pausing mid-air, a efflorescence creeping up his neck.

'' Everything okay, sweetie ? '' 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. skirt that rode up her thigh when she sat on the frame during movie dark, low-cut blouses that showed cleavage as she helped with homework.

Jake 's grades stayed solid, but his focus wandered. He 'd yank off in his elbow room more often, with Lisa listening to the rhythmic audio coming through the door. At schooltime, he turned down appointment, claiming practice was too intense. Lisa felt a twisted succour ; her organic structure was keeping him close, secure from those `` lilliputian sluts '' who might snare him with pregnancy or heartbreak.

Over the summer, Jake bulked up even more, hitting 6'4 '' and 220 British pound sterling, a beast on the field. He led the team to the playoffs, guide from colleges attending games.

Lisa rewarded him with a new bikini—thong style, barely there train that framed her big ass, and allowed her chest to jiggle freely as she walked. She began shaving her mons and labia bare.

Lisa wore her new lawsuit for the inaugural clock time as Jake was swimming laps, making sure he had a clear view of her as she spread tanning oil across her body.

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

'' Just trying to catch some sun, infant. You do n't mind, do you ? '' She adjusted the top, her mamilla hardening under the thin cloth. He sat beside her, oculus glued to her body, his stopcock tenting the towel. The air thickened with tension ; she could see the engagement in his eyes—hormones raging, but loyalty to her holding him back.

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

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

Lisa was in the kitchen in a scant robe, the whack loose enough to reveal glimpse of her curves. She could enjoin something else was on his mind.

'' Rough day ? '' she asked, stepping close to rub his articulatio humeri. Her hands trailed down his weapon, feeling the ability there.

'' fille at shoal bread and butter asking me out, '' he admitted, voice low. `` But I do n't know ... it feels weird. ``

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

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

She thought for a present moment, then stepped back, opened the belt of her robe, and slid it from her articulatio humeri. Jake's eye went astray as her took in his mother's full moon double D breast and pink pap

"Mom, what are you— ? ``

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

She posed for a moment before stepping back into him and pulling his with child hands over her bosoms. The cool jot of his fingerbreadth made her nipples tighten instantly.

"Do you like them ?"She asked smiling.

He squeezed and explored her flesh, holding their weight in his men and gently pinching her nipples.

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

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

Her hands grasped his shank, then slid down and grazed the bulge in his shorts. He froze, breath hitching as she felt his cock twitch and harden.

"Let me help you, baby."She squeezed him gently through the fabric, his monolithic dick bulge in her palm. He was hesitant, eyes blanket with worry, but did n't pluck away. They stroked each slowly in the middle of their kitchen.

Lisa whispered encouraging words as her deal slipped inside his shorts, wrapping around his thick shaft. He was huge even then, her digit barely meeting as she pumped him. Precum slicked her tegument, and the spirit made her pussy tighten.

It was over within moment, ropes of cum coving her script and painting the inside of his underclothing.

'' See ? tone sound, does n't it ? No need for those missy. ``

Jake nodded, feeling guilty but relieved.

His football game secret plan the following day was his best yet—a skunk victory that had colleges calling.

The equal soon became routine. After practices, Lisa would luxate his trunks from his body and massage his thighs, her hands wandering to cup his bollock, jerking him off while he recounted plays. He grew well-off being naked in forepart of this mother, his initial trouble fading under her loving pledge. `` 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 curl into the rug.

"Yes, baby, cum for mum,"she's say, enraptured by his pleasance.

Jake's youthful loin surged his cum foot into the air, finding its way onto his chest, and onto his mother's face and breasts.

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 pounds, all-state signal caller with erudition pass piling up. Off-field, his interest in girls 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 putz strained against his denim as she unzipped him, freeing the giant that had grown with him. She jerked it just inches from her human face, smiling into his bright eyes.

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

Jake breathed in quickly and watched as his mother took him into her mouth. Her lip stretched wide-cut around his girth, jaw aching as she bobbed, sucking hard.

"Oh, mom, yes…suck it"

After a moment she stood and led him to the lounge. He eased back and spread his legs wide. His monolithic balls dangled below his swollen shaft. Lisa slipped the teddy off her shoulder joint and down her body, her son's oculus feasting on her swollen, shaved labia.

She kneeled forward and rubber her look against humanity, inhaling his musk. She began lapping at his scrotum, bathing his testicles in saliva. She worked her way up his cock — kissing, sucking, and licking his length until plunging her mouth over his heading once more. Jake tangled digit in his female parent's hair, holding her steadfast and thrusting into her. Gently at first, then cryptic, fucking her human face. She gagged but urged him on, her big tits heaving.

"Mom…mom, I gon na …"

Lisa moaned, signalling her own lusty desire and readiness to bear his gift.

When he exploded, cum filled her throat ; she did her substantially to live with 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 motivation more recitation with that,"she said. They both laughed.

Blowjobs became his reward—after biz, test, even morning woodwind. Jake 's stats soared : national enlistee of the year. Lisa yearned for the perceptiveness of his cum. She knew that her body was his outlet, and his carapace from the enticement of a brutal world.

She also knew college would bring new challenges.

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Jake quickly became a fresher genius, starting every plot, his body a sculpted 250 pounds of great power. But even with raging party and dorms wax of coeds, he snuck plate on weekends, where Lisa waited.

After his team clinched a college playoff birth, Jake sped home, his helping hand tight on the steering wheel. He'd been away on the road for six calendar week. Sexual hunger consumed him. imagination of his female parent's physical structure flashed through his head — cum dripping from her rima oris, chest and cunt.

He opened the forepart room access expecting to find 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 farsighted sultry pure tone to her interpreter.

"In your sleeping accommodation, my champion."

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

He turned the turning point and found his mother on his bed, naked, her curve ball pale against the weather sheet.

'' Come here's, baby,"she said."You're overdressed."She rose and walked to him. He was quickly as defenseless as his mother.

On her knees, Lisa admired her son's shaft. Shed missed their weekly intermezzo. She tenderly kissed his head, shaft, and balls as she gazed at his midst, strong body.

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

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

"No, baby. What I mean is…I've been waiting…to give my physical structure to you."

Jake swallowed hard as he watched his female parent rub his cock across her look.

"Are you quick to subscribe to me, featherbed ?"She asked."Are you fix to make me yours ?"Her tongue snaked across his pussy, tangle away her son's pre-cum.

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

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

Jake picked his mother naked trunk off her base. He remembered when she seemed larger than life. Now she was like a doll to him.

He stared at his bed a moment, 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 intemperate breast. It was time for him to become a man.

As he carried his mother across the verge of her chamber, they both knew their lives had changed.

He placed her gently on the bed, then guided her onto all fours, her knees at the edge. He pressed her head against the cover version, leaving her ass gamey, spread, and exposed. He stood behind her and devoured every inch of her body with his hired hand. He mashed her wax tits together, and squeezed her ass cheek, spanking them gently. Lisa stayed still, feeling small and helpless against her son's immense strength.

Jake lowered himself and stared at his mother's swollen, wet slash and crumple whoreson. His deal opened her fully as he leaned forward and tasted his female parent for the inaugural time.

Lisa hissed as pleasure raced through her. Jake's tongue lapped at her luscious kitty lips, pushing into her hole. She pressed herself back, willing her clit outward and into her son's oral cavity. He gladly obliged. Within minutes she was moaning into the mattress, her hips shaking as orgasm 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 knocker. Lisa smiled as she remembered him drinking from her, never imagining she would see him there again one day.

At terminal he looked into her cheek, his mouth and chin glistening. He loomed over her, his shadow swallowing her form. She looked tiny and vulnerable below him. But it was exactly where she wanted to be.

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

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

'' You wo n't, indulge,"she whispered. Her hand stroked his sides, pulling him forward, her need willing him inside her.

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

"There…now…have me. I'm yours, Jake."

Slowly, the tip of his cock wrenched loose his mother's mouth. He thrust slowly, and inch by in he sank into her. Jake's eyes closed as he experienced a new stage of pleasure, one he had been dreaming about for so long.

Lisa's walls clenching around his heaviness. She cried out, feeling snag open. She spread her pegleg wider, urging her son deeper until he bottom out inside her, still an inch more to give. His head pressed against her cervix uteri ; Lisa could palpate her organs being pushed aside by his front in her body.

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

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

He pumped his eubstance harder, pushing himself deeper as his mother's body opened to him. Their organic structure slapped together, a lustre of exertion covering their skin.

Jake felt his ball tighten, the tingle of orgasm approaching. Lisa's vagina clenched on his son's cock, urging its natural endowment from his dead body.

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

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

He grasped her neck as his body lunged forward. His back arched, willing himself deeper, cum erupting and splashing across her cervix and pooling inside her. Lisa's body convulsed in orgasm, her womb squeeze, drink in her son's seeded player.

They pressed their bodies together, making the cute moment death until he collapsed, measured so as not to smash her.

Lisa's hands rubbed her son's strong back and ass. As his breath returned, she kissed his chest of drawers and neck opening, savoring the salty sudor 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 mother, but he knew that her organic structure was now his.

Lisa knew also. All barriers were gone.

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During away biz, she 'd drive to hotels, posing as the doting mom in the stands. nighttime, he 'd slew to her room, fucking her senseless—doggy fashion where her ass rippled under his slaps, missioner where she felt his full weight, even against the rampart, her legs dangling as he held her up like a ragdoll.

Pro scouts noticed his consistency—no malicious gossip, laser-focused. Draft day came at age 22 : start round, huge contract. Lisa beamed from the interview, her deal discreetly on his thigh.

Now in the pro leauge, at 25, Jake was a superstar, his consistency a weapon at 6'5 '' and 260 pounds.

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

One Nox after a playoff determiner, he entered her suite. She was wearing a silk robe. `` They think you 're just my Mom, '' he chuckled, as he removed her only firearm of clothing and lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchenette board. Lisa leaned back and spread her legs.

'' Let them, '' she replied. Jake lowered his head and lapped at his female parent's kitty-cat and clit. He pressed her legs back, exposing the jeweled anal plug she'd been wearing for hours. He pulled it out slowly, watching her sphincter muscle tighten. His spit circled her rim as he ground her clit with his thumb. Lisa screamed as she came on her son's skilled spit.

Even as she panted, Jake pulled her body to the edge of the tabular array and he guided his cock inside her ass. He thrust brutally, her consistency jolting, breasts undulating on her chest of drawers. She felt lower-case letter, overpowered by his sheer sight, but it fueled her possessiveness. No cheerleader or role model could do what she did — Jake was her son, her defender, her lover.

As roach of his seeded player filler her bowel, Jake growling her gens, Lisa knew she 'd won .