Touchdown : a mother-son tarradiddle

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writer note : this story has been swimming around in my 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 effective mom.

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The hotel elbow room room access clicked shut behind Jake, the holler of the stadium crowd still echoing in his ears from the backup win. At 6'5 '' and 250 pound sign of solid muscleman, the wiz quarterback towered over everything, including the womanhood waiting on the king-sized bed.

His mother, Lisa, looked tiny compared to him. She was medium in height, just 5'4 '', but her breaking ball were generous—full, heavy breasts straining against a lacy bra and a round ass that jiggled with every movement. Pretty with diffused features and long night pilus, she gazed up at him with a mix of pridefulness and hunger.

Jake stripped off his orient shirt and falling off, revealing the chiseled abs and broad articulatio humeri honed from years of brute grooming. Lisa bit her lip as he peeled his briefs off his body and stepped out of them. Even flacid, his tool was swelled than most men's best hard-on.

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 female parent to her back as his massive frame eclipsing her completely. Lisa's legs spread on inherent aptitude, her lace thong hiding only the most knowledgeable details of her completely shaved sex. He smoothly grasped her arms and pinned above her chief, her torso fully open to her son's desires and need.

He moved his brass close to hers, his chaff scratching her the easygoing skin of his impertinence as he breathed in the scent — perfume he'd bought her on one of many especial Night. He looked down at his mother's feminine features. They had become companion in so many agency. Lisa's body undulated on the bed, eager to be taken once more by her son.

"Did you watch me, Mom ?, '' he asked.

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

'' Always, infant, '' Lisa whispered,"I can't keep my eyes off you."Her voice was breathy as she spread her legs wider. She felt so small under his weight, his muscles flexing like iron cables against her soft body.

He reached his free hand between them, massaging his mother's breasts and pinching her tit. He continued down her belly and over inner thigh and covered labia. All of it was his for the pickings.

Without word of advice, he ripped her panty off her trunk 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 humanness along her slit, pre-cum oozing between her sass before at he thrust into her, stretching her tight bulwark around his cinch. She gasped, her big breast bouncing.

He started wearisome but quickly increase his tempo, his body's thirstiness driving him balls-deep into his female parent. Her ass cheek clapped against his second joint, and she wrapped her legs around his waistline, pulling him closer despite the overwhelming sizing difference.

He fucked her heavily, grunting with the force of a man who dominated on the field and now in bed. His huge physical structure pressed her into the bed, his muscular pectus smearing exertion across Lisa's face. She loved it.

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

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

"I'm cumming in you, mom ! Your slit 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 eubstance shuddering over her frail form. 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 taradiddle started days earlier, back when Jake was just a lanky kid with raw talent on the pewit football study. Lisa had been a single mom since his dad left when Jake was five, working double shift key as a nurse to keep open them afloat in their modest suburban place. Their bond was close—dinners together, her cheering at every game, him helping with chores. Jake was her earthly concern, bright-eyed and inexperienced person, with aspiration of making it big in sports.

But puberty hit Jake like a freight train. He quickly shot up to 6'2 '', his dead body filling out with muscle from weight training and endless recitation. young woman at school started noticing—cheerleaders giggling in the halls, notation slipped into his locker. Lisa saw it too, the way he 'd fare nursing home flushed from practice, stealing glances at magazines or lingering on TV show with scantily clad woman. She worried. He was too Brigham Young for that drama, too promising for some high-pitched school fling to derail him. Football scouts were already whispering about his arm strength and speeding ; she could n't let distraction deflower his future.

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

"Mom, motorcoach says I could start varsity side by side year ! '' His part cracked with excitement, but Lisa noticed the hump in his shorts as he hugged her—his organic structure changing faster than she could process.

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

Lisa knew her son was destined for great things, and that girls woukd try to latch themselves onto him. Her protective instincts kicked in.

That night, she decided to act. No more baggy perspiration for her. The following morning, she slipped into a tighter top that hugged her ample breasts and yoga gasp that accentuated her thick ass. As Jake ate breakfast, she bent over to grab milk from the electric refrigerator, her curves on full presentation. He stared, crotch pausing mid-air, a flush 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 weeks, she escalated. dame that rode up her thighs when she sat on the couch during movie dark, low-cut blouses that showed cleavage as she helped with prep.

Jake 's grades stayed solid, but his focusing wandered. He 'd jerk off in his way more often, with Lisa listening to the rhythmic auditory sensation coming through the room access. At schooltime, he turned down dates, claiming practice was too intense. Lisa felt a twisted relief ; her body was keeping him close, secure from those `` little sluts '' who might entrap him with gestation or heartbreak.

Over the summertime, Jake bulked up even more, hitting 6'4 '' and 220 pounds, a beast on the field. He led the team to the playoffs, scouts from colleges attending biz.

Lisa rewarded him with a new bikini—thong flair, barely there bowed stringed instrument that framed her big ass, and allowed her breasts to jiggle freely as she walked. She began shaving her mons pubis and labia bare.

Lisa wore her new courtship for the first metre as Jake was swimming overlap, making indisputable he had a clear view of her as she spread tanning oil across her dead body.

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

'' Just trying to enchant some sun, infant. You do n't mind, do you ? '' She adjusted the top, her nipples hardening under the tenuous material. He sat beside her, eyes glued to her body, his cock tenting the towel. The air thickened with tensity ; she could see the difference in his eyes—hormones raging, but loyalty to her holding him back.

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

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

Lisa was in the kitchen in a short robe, the belted ammunition loose enough to reveal glance of her curved shape. She could tell something else was on his idea.

'' Rough day ? '' she asked, stepping close to rub his shoulders. Her hands trailed down his arms, feeling the power there.

'' Girls at schooling hold asking me out, '' he admitted, voice low. `` But I do n't hump ... it feels weird. ``

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

'' You 're special, Jake. You need someone who understands you, who 'll hold back 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 eyes went all-embracing as her took in his mother's total double D bosom and pink nipples

"Mom, what are you— ? ``

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

She posed for a moment before stepping back into him and pulling his large hands over her bosoms. The cool touch of his finger's breadth made her teat tighten instantly.

"Do you care them ?"She asked smiling.

He squeezed and explored her soma, holding their weight in his script and gently pinching her teat.

"They're perfective tense, mom,"he replied.

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

Her hands grasped his waist, then slid down and grazed the bulge in his trunks. He froze, hint hitching as she felt his cock vellication and harden.

"Let me serve you, baby."She squeezed him gently through the textile, his massive dick swelling in her palm. He was hesitant, center wide-eyed with trouble, but did n't perpetrate away. They stroked each slowly in the middle of their kitchen.

Lisa whispered encouraging Scripture as her hand slipped inside his shorts, wrapping around his midst shaft. He was huge even then, her fingerbreadth barely meeting as she pumped him. Precum slicked her tegument, and the smell made her kitty tighten.

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

'' See ? Feels undecomposed, does n't it ? No motive for those girls. ``

Jake nodded, feeling shamefaced but relieved.

His football game the side by side day was his dependable yet—a shutout triumph that had colleges calling.

The touching soon became routine. After practices, Lisa would skid his shorts from his body and rub down his thigh, her hands wandering to cup his balls, jerking him off while he recounted child's play. He grew easy being naked in front of this mother, his initial worry fading under her loving assurance. `` This is our secret, '' she 'd say as she kneeled between his spread legs wearing only her step-in.



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

"Yes, baby, cum for mama,"she's say, enraptured by his delight.

Jake's youthful loins surged his cum feet into the air, finding its way onto his breast, 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 Sudanese pound, all-state quarterback with scholarship whirl piling up. Off-field, his interest in girlfriend waned ; Lisa 's attending was all he craved. One Nox, 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 articulatio genus in the living room. His turncock strained against his denim as she unzipped him, freeing the monster that had grown with him. She jerked it just in from her nerve, smiling into his shiny eyes.

'' Let mammy pretend it limited,"she said before leaning forward and licking a beadwork of pre-cum from the tip, tasting his salinity.

Jake breathed in quickly and watched as his mother took him into her backtalk. Her back talk stretched wide around his girth, jaw aching as she bobbed, sucking hard.

"Oh, mom, yes…suck it"

After a bit she stood and led him to the couch. He eased back and spread his legs wide of the mark. His massive egg dangled below his swollen prick. Lisa slipped the chemise off her shoulders and down her trunk, her son's eye feasting on her swollen, shaved labia.

She kneeled forward and rubber her face against manhood, inhaling his musk. She began lapping at his scrotum, bathing his testicles in saliva. She worked her way up his irradiation — kissing, sucking, and licking his duration until plunging her mouth over his psyche once more. Jake tangled finger's breadth in his mother's hair, holding her calm and thrusting into her. Gently at first, then deeper, fucking her face. She gagged but urged him on, her big tits heaving.

"Mom…mom, I gon na …"

Lisa moaned, signalling her own lustful desire and forwardness to have his natural endowment.

When he exploded, cum filled her throat ; she did her good to live with it. She backed off of it, coughing. Cum dripped down her Kuki-Chin. After clearing her pharynx she smiled up at her son.

"I guess I'll demand more practice session with that,"she said. They both laughed.

Blowjobs became his reward—after secret plan, exams, even morning Ellen Price Wood. Jake 's stats soared : home recruit of the year. Lisa yearned for the discernment of his cum. She knew that her dead body was his outlet, and his cuticle from the enticement of a savage world.

She also knew college would bring new challenges.

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Jake quickly became a starter virtuoso, starting every game, his body a sculpted 250 pounds of power. But even with raging political party and residence hall full of coeds, he snuck dwelling on weekends, where Lisa waited.

After his team clinched a college playoff birthing, Jake sped home, his hands tight on the direction wheel. He'd been away on the route for six weeks. sexual hunger consumed him. Visions of his female parent's body flashed through his mind — cum dripping from her sass, bosom and pussy.

He opened the strawman door expecting to find her in the kitchen, waiting for him. Finding it discharge, he hollered to her.

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

A moment later she relied, a long sultry tonus to her voice.

"In your bedroom, my champion."

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

He turned the corner and found his mother on his bed, naked, her curves picket against the sheets.

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

On her genu, Lisa admired her son's cock. Shed missed their each week interlude. She tenderly kissed his mind, shaft, and balls as she gazed at his thick, strong body.

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

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

"No, child. What I mean is…I've been waiting…to give my body to you."

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

"Are you make to assume me, baby ?"She asked."Are you ready to make me yours ?"Her tongue snaked across his cunt, traverse away her son's pre-cum.

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

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

Jake picked his mother naked body off her feet. He remembered when she seemed tumid than life. Now she was like a doll to him.

He stared at his bed a moment, taking in the young environment. They belonged to a boy, something he no longer was. He looked down at his mother, taking in her second joint and her heavy breasts. It was prison term for him to become a man.

As he carried his female parent across the doorsill of her sleeping accommodation, they both knew their life had changed.

He placed her gently on the bed, then guided her onto all fours, her human knee at the edge. He pressed her head against the top, leaving her ass high, spread, and exposed. He stood behind her and devoured every inch of her trunk with his hands. He mashed her good tits together, and squeezed her ass cheeks, spanking them gently. Lisa stayed still, feeling small and helpless against her son's immense effectiveness.

Jake lowered himself and stared at his mother's swollen, wet cut and puckered asshole. His script opened her fully as he leaned forward and tasted his mother for the first of all time.

Lisa hissed as pleasure raced through her. Jake's tongue lapped at her scrumptious pussy lips, pushing into her kettle of fish. She pressed herself back, willing her button outward and into her son's sassing. 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 ramification spread as her son's enormous body layed between them. He kissed her voiced 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 last he looked into her face, his lip and Kuki glistening. He loomed over her, his trace 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 monumental compared to his mother's girlish sex.

'' Mom, you 're so small ... I do n't want to ache 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 body too tight. Lisa reached down and grasped her son, placing him against her — against the post from whence he'd emerged so many class ago.

"There…now…have me. I'm yours, Jake."

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

Lisa's bulwark clenching around his thickness. She cried out, feeling split spread. She spread her stage wider, urging her son deeper until he bottom out inside her, still an inch more to founder. His point pressed against her cervix ; Lisa could feel her variety meat being pushed aside by his comportment in her body.

Jake fucked her with building force, his sinewy weapons system caging her, hips slamming as her tits bounced wildly. Her ass jiggled with each thrust, and she came hard, soaking his ball.

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

He pumped his trunk harder, pushing himself deeper as his female parent's body opened to him. Their bodies slapped together, a sheen of perspiration covering their cutis.

Jake felt his orb tighten, the shiver of sexual climax approaching. Lisa's vagina clenched on his son's cock, urging its gift from his consistency.

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

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

He grasped her neck as his body lunged forward. His spinal column arched, willing himself deeper, cum erupting and splashing across her cervix and pooling inside her. Lisa's eubstance convulsed in orgasm, her uterus squeezing, drinking in her son's seed.

They pressed their eubstance together, making the precious second lastly until he collapsed, careful so as not to trounce her.

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

He raised himself on his elbows 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 eubstance was now his.

Lisa knew also. All barrier were gone.

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During away games, she 'd drive to hotels, posing as the doting mom in the point of view. nighttime, he 'd slip to her room, fucking her senseless—doggy style where her ass rippled under his slaps, missionary where she felt his full weight, even against the bulwark, her peg suspension as he held her up like a ragdoll.

Pro scouts noticed his consistency—no outrage, laser-focused. Draft day came at age 22 : low circle, huge declaration. Lisa beamed from the audience, her handwriting discreetly on his thigh.

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

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

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

'' Let them, '' she replied. Jake lowered his caput and lapped at his female parent's snatch and clit. He pressed her branch back, exposing the jeweled anal wad she'd been wearing for hours. He pulled it out slowly, watching her sphincter tighten. His lingua circled her rim as he ground her clit with his thumb. Lisa screamed as she came on her son's skilled tongue.

Even as she panted, Jake pulled her eubstance to the edge of the board and he guided his stopcock inside her ass. He thrust brutally, her trunk jolting, breasts undulating on her chest. She felt minuscule, overpowered by his sheer mass, but it fueled her possessiveness. No cheerleader or model could do what she did — Jake was her son, her protector, her lover.

As Mexican valium of his semen filler her gut, Jake growling her name, Lisa knew she 'd won .