Touchdown : a mother-son story

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generator note : this story has been swimming around in my mind for a patch. I'm glad it's finally finished. I love how big the son is compared to the mom. And I love her motive. Such a upright mom.

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The hotel way door clicked shut behind Jake, the roar of the stadium crowd still echoing in his auricle from the championship win. At 6'5 '' and 250 pounds of solid state muscle, the asterisk quarterback towered over everything, including the woman waiting on the king-size bed.

His female parent, Lisa, looked tiny compared to him. She was average in tallness, just 5'4 '', but her curve ball were generous—full, heavy breasts straining against a lacy bra and a round ass that jiggled with every movement. Pretty with soft feature film and hanker wickedness hair, she gazed up at him with a mix of pridefulness and hunger.

Jake stripped off his orient shirt and mire, revealing the cheat abs and broad shoulders honed from years of barbarous training. Lisa bit her lip as he peeled his brief off his organic structure and stepped out of them. Even flacid, his cock was bigger than most men's honest erections.

As Jake climbed onto the bed, Lisa unclipped her bra and quickly discarded it, her breasts dropping into place, her mammilla hard. He pushed his mother to her back as his massive frame eclipsing her completely. Lisa's peg spread on instinct, her lace thong hiding only the most familiar details of her completely shaved sex. He smoothly grasped her arms and pinned above her head, her body fully spread to her son's desires and needs.

He moved his face close to hers, his straw scratching her the soft cutis of his cheek as he breathed in the scent — perfume he'd bought her on one of many special night. He looked down at his female parent's feminine features. They had become familiar in so many elbow room. Lisa's body undulated on the bed, aegir to be taken once More by her son.

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

His stopcock was growing, taking on a new kind. Veined and throbbing, it was easily nine column inch long.

'' Always, baby, '' Lisa whispered,"I can't observe my eyes off you."Her voice was breathy as she spread her peg wider. She felt so belittled under his weight, his brawniness 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 second joint and covered labia. All of it was his for the taking.

Without warning, he ripped her panties off her consistency as though they were newspaper publisher. Lisa inhaled sharply, always impressed by her son's immense persuasiveness.

Jake stroked himself lightly before learning forward and sliding the tip of his humanness along her slit, pre-cum oozing between her back talk before at he thrust into her, stretching her tight walls around his girth. She gasped, her big mamilla bouncing.

He started slow but quickly increase his pace, his torso's hungriness driving him balls-deep into his mother. Her ass boldness clapped against his thigh, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer despite the overwhelming size difference.

He fucked her hard, grunting with the effect of a man who dominated on the field of force and now in bed. His Brobdingnagian consistence pressed her into the bed, his muscular chest smearing elbow grease across Lisa's brass. She loved it.

Her legs 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 cunt 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 slight 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 story started old age earlier, back when Jake was just a lanky kid with raw talent on the peewee football field. Lisa had been a unmarried mom since his dad left when Jake was five, working two-fold shifts as a nursemaid to maintain them afloat in their meek suburban home. Their bond was close—dinners together, her cheering at every secret plan, him helping with chore. Jake was her world, bright-eyed and innocent, with ambition of making it big in sports.

But puberty hit Jake like a freight train. He quickly shot up to 6'2 '', his body filling out with muscle from burthen education and endless drills. young lady at schooltime started noticing—cheerleaders giggling in the antechamber, notes slipped into his locker. Lisa saw it too, the way he 'd occur domicile flushed from pattern, stealing glimpse at magazines or lingering on TV appearance with scantily clothe women. She worried. He was too young for that drama, too promising for some senior high school fling to jump him. Football scouts were already whispering about his arm strength and pep pill ; she could n't let distraction ruin his future.

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

"Mom, omnibus says I could start varsity next yr ! '' His voice cracked with exhilaration, but Lisa noticed the bulge in his shorts as he hugged her—his dead body changing degraded than she could process.

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

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

That nighttime, she decided to act. No more baggy exertion for her. The adjacent morning, she slipped into a tighter top that hugged her ample breasts and yoga pant that accentuated her thickset ass. As Jake ate breakfast, she bent over to grab milk from the fridge, her curves on full display. He stared, branching pausing mid-air, a flush creeping up his neck.

'' Everything okay, steady ? '' 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 issue forth week, she escalated. Skirts that rode up her thighs when she sat on the couch during movie nights, low-necked blouses that showed cleavage as she helped with preparation.

Jake 's grades stayed solid, but his nidus wandered. He 'd jerk off in his way more often, with Lisa listening to the rhythmic phone coming through the door. At schooling, he turned down dates, claiming practice was too intense. Lisa felt a twisted ease ; her body was keeping him close, safe from those `` little sluts '' who might trammel him with pregnancy or heartbreak.

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

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

Lisa wore her new wooing for the number one sentence as Jake was swimming overlap, making for certain he had a clear view of her as she spread tanning oil across her body.

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

'' Just trying to catch some sun, babe. You do n't listen, do you ? '' She adjusted the top, her nipples hardening under the thin textile. He sat beside her, middle glued to her body, his shaft tenting the towel. The air thickened with tension ; she could see the dispute 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 bash loose enough to give away glimpses of her curves. She could secernate something else was on his judgment.

'' Rough day ? '' she asked, stepping snug to rub his shoulder. Her hands trailed down his implements of war, feeling the power there.

'' Girls at school sustenance asking me out, '' he admitted, voice low. `` But I do n't know ... it feels weird. ``

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

'' You 're exceptional, Jake. You need person who understands you, who 'll restrain you focused. ''

She thought for a instant, then stepped back, opened the swath of her robe, and slid it from her articulatio humeri. Jake's eyes went panoptic as her took in his female parent's wide double D breasts and pink nipples

"Mom, what are you— ? ``

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

She posed for a consequence before stepping back into him and pulling his large workforce over her bosoms. The assuredness cutaneous senses of his digit made her pap tighten instantly.

"Do you like them ?"She asked smiling.

He squeezed and explored her flesh, holding their weighting in his helping hand and gently pinching her nipples.

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

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

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

"Let me help oneself you, baby."She squeezed him gently through the fabric, his massive putz swelling in her medallion. He was hesitant, eyes encompassing with worry, but did n't pull away. They stroked each slowly in the middle of their kitchen.

Lisa whispered encouraging words as her manus slipped inside his underdrawers, wrapping around his thick light beam. He was huge even then, her fingers barely meeting as she pumped him. Precum slicked her skin, and the feeling made her snatch tighten.

It was over within moments, rope of cum coving her deal and painting the inside of his underwear.

'' See ? flavor good, does n't it ? No need for those girls. ``

Jake nodded, feeling guilty but relieved.

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

The touching soon became workaday. After practices, Lisa would slip his short pants from his organic structure and rub down his second joint, her hands wandering to cup his balls, jerking him off while he recounted bid. He grew comfortable being naked in nominal head of this mother, his initial headache fading under her loving confidence. `` This is our mysterious, '' she 'd say as she kneeled between his spread legs wearing only her pantie.



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

"Yes, babe, cum for mum,"she's say, enraptured by his pleasure.

Jake's youthful loins surged his cum groundwork 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 clitoris, fantasizing about him.

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By senior twelvemonth, Jake was a legend—6'5 '', 240 pounds, all-state signal caller with scholarship whirl piling up. Off-field, his pastime 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 elbow room. His turncock strained against his jeans as she unzipped him, freeing the monster that had grown with him. She jerked it just in from her human face, smiling into his bright eyes.

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

Jake breathed in quickly and watched as his mother took him into her lip. Her lips stretched wide of the mark around his girth, jaw aching as she bobbed, sucking hard.

"Oh, mom, yes…suck it"

After a minute she stood and led him to the couch. He eased back and spread his legs across-the-board. His massive ball dangled below his swollen shaft. Lisa slipped the teddy bear off her shoulders and down her body, her son's eyes feasting on her swollen, shaved labia.

She kneeled forward and rubber her typeface against humanness, inhaling his musk. She began lapping at his scrotum, bathing his testicles in spittle. She worked her way up his shaft — petting, sucking, and licking his duration until plunging her mouth over his head once more. Jake tangled fingers in his mother's fuzz, holding her unshakable and thrusting into her. Gently at first, then deeper, fucking her face. She gagged but urged him on, her big breast heaving.

"Mom…mom, I gon na …"

Lisa moaned, signalling her own lustful desire and readiness to take on his natural endowment.

When he exploded, cum filled her throat ; she did her substantially to take back 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 need more practice with that,"she said. They both laughed.

Blowjobs became his reward—after game, exams, even break of the day wood. Jake 's stats soared : internal recruit of the yr. Lisa yearned for the taste of his cum. She knew that her soundbox was his outlet, and his shield from the temptation of a savage world.

She also knew college would take new challenges.

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Jake quickly became a freshman sensation, starting every plot, his soundbox a sculpture 250 pounds of world power. But even with raging party and dorms full of coeds, he snuck household on weekends, where Lisa waited.

After his team clinched a college playoff birth, Jake sped abode, his hands tight on the direction wheel. He'd been away on the road for six weeks. sexual hunger consumed him. visual modality of his mother's dead body flashed through his mind — cum dripping from her mouth, titty and kitty.

He opened the social movement door expecting to find her in the kitchen, waiting for him. Finding it hollow, he hollered to her.

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

A moment later she relied, a tenacious sultry musical note 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, bare, her curve pale against the sheets.

'' 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 knee, Lisa admired her son's cock. Shed missed their every week interludes. She tenderly kissed his head, shaft, and balls as she gazed at his thick, strong body.

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

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

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

Jake swallowed hard as he watched his mother rub his tool across her facial expression.

"Are you ready to rent me, indulge ?"She asked."Are you ready to take a leak me yours ?"Her knife snaked across his slit, traverse away her son's pre-cum.

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

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

Jake picked his mother naked body off her feet. He remembered when she seemed expectant than life story. Now she was like a chick 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 thigh and her heavy breast. It was clock time for him to become a man.

As he carried his mother across the threshold of her sleeping accommodation, they both knew their life history had changed.

He placed her gently on the bed, then guided her onto all quaternity, her genu at the edge. He pressed her head teacher against the blanket, leaving her ass richly, open, and exposed. He stood behind her and devoured every inch of her dead body with his men. He mashed her full phase of the moon tits together, and squeezed her ass cheeks, spanking them gently. Lisa stayed still, feeling minuscule and helpless against her son's immense strength.

Jake lowered himself and stared at his mother's swollen, wet slice and puckered whoreson. His helping hand opened her fully as he leaned forward and tasted his mother for the first time.

Lisa hissed as joy raced through her. Jake's glossa lapped at her luscious pussy lip, pushing into her hole. She pressed herself back, unforced her clit outward and into her son's mouth. 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 peg bed covering as her son's tremendous body layed between them. He kissed her lenient belly before licking and sucking her tit. 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 side, his mouth and chin glistening. He loomed over her, his trace swallowing her frame of reference. 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 require to hurt you. ``

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

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

"There…now…have me. I'm yours, Jake."

Slowly, the tip of his shaft wrenched open his mother's back talk. He thrust slowly, and column inch by column inch he sank into her. Jake's heart closed as he experienced a new degree 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 column inch more to devote. His head pressed against her cervix ; Lisa could feel her organs being pushed aside by his presence in her eubstance.

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

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

He pumped his body harder, pushing himself deeper as his mother's body opened to him. Their organic structure slapped together, a luster of sweat covering their cutis.

Jake felt his clump tighten, the tingle of climax approaching. Lisa's vagina clenched on his son's shaft, urging its endowment from his body.

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

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

He grasped her neck as his soundbox lunged forward. His spinal column arched, willing himself deeper, cum erupting and splashing across her cervix uteri and pooling inside her. Lisa's physical structure convulsed in orgasm, her uterus squeezing, imbibing in her son's semen.

They pressed their dead body together, making the precious moment last until he collapsed, careful so as not to crush her.

Lisa's paw rubbed her son's strong back and ass. As his breathing place returned, she kissed his chest and cervix, savoring the salty perspiration that covered him.

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

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

Lisa knew also. All roadblock were gone.

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During away games, she 'd drive to hotels, posing as the doting mom in the outdoor stage. Nights, he 'd slip one's mind to her room, fucking her senseless—doggy style where her ass rippled under his slap, missioner where she felt his full weighting, even against the wall, her legs dangling as he held her up like a ragdoll.

Pro scouts noticed his consistency—no scandals, laser-focused. conscription day came at age 22 : outset round, huge contract bridge. Lisa beamed from the hearing, her hand discreetly on his thigh.

Now in the pro leauge, at 25, Jake was a superstar, his body a weapon at 6'5 '' and 260 Ezra Loomis Pound.

Lisa traveled with the team, booking a elbow room in the Sami hotel. To the populace, 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 night after a playoff decisive factor, he entered her suite. She was wearing a silk robe. `` They think you 're just my Mom, '' he chuckled, as he removed her only piece of music of clothing and lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchenette table. Lisa leaned back and spread her legs.

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

Even as she panted, Jake pulled her body to the edge of the table and he guided his putz inside her ass. He thrust brutally, her body 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 seed filler her bowels, Jake growling her name, Lisa knew she 'd won .