Touchdown : a mother-son story

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author banknote : this story has been swimming around in my idea for a spell. 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 honest mom.

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The hotel room door clicked shut behind Jake, the roar of the stadium crowd still echoing in his capitulum from the championship win. At 6'5 '' and 250 hammer of solidness musculus, the wizard quarterback towered over everything, including the charwoman waiting on the king-size bed.

His mother, Lisa, looked tiny compared to him. She was average in height, just 5'4 '', but her curves were generous—full, toilsome white meat straining against a lacy bra and a rhythm ass that jiggled with every movement. Pretty with indulgent feature of speech and foresightful darkness whisker, she gazed up at him with a mix of pride and hunger.

Jake stripped off his tailored shirt and slack water, revealing the rip off abs and broad shoulders honed from years of cruel training. Lisa bit her lip as he peeled his brief off his organic structure and stepped out of them. Even flacid, his cock was bounteous than near men's effective erections.

As Jake climbed onto the bed, Lisa unclipped her bra and quickly discarded it, her breasts dropping into home, her mamilla hard. He pushed his mother to her back as his monumental frame eclipsing her completely. Lisa's legs spread on instinct, her lace flip-flop hiding only the most informal details of her completely shaved sex. He smoothly grasped her blazonry and pinned above her head teacher, her body fully open to her son's desires and motivation.

He moved his face close to hers, his stubble scratching her the soft pelt of his cheeks as he breathed in the scent — fragrance 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 ways. Lisa's body undulated on the bed, eager to be taken once more by her son.

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

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

'' Always, infant, '' Lisa whispered,"I can't keep back my eyes off you."Her spokesperson was breathy as she spread her legs wider. She felt so small under his weight, his heftiness flexing like atomic number 26 overseas telegram against her subdued body.

He reached his release hired hand between them, massaging his mother's breasts and pinching her nipples. He continued down her belly and over inner thighs and covered labia. All of it was his for the taking.

Without word of advice, he ripped her panties off her body as though they were newspaper publisher. Lisa inhaled sharply, always impressed by her son's huge strength.

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

He started slow but quickly increase his stride, his body's thirstiness driving him balls-deep into his mother. Her ass cheeks clapped against his thighs, and she wrapped her stage around his waist, pulling him closer despite the overwhelm sizing difference.

He fucked her hard, grunting with the force of a man who dominated on the subject field and now in bed. His immense body pressed her into the bed, his muscular pectus smearing sweat across Lisa's look. She loved it.

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

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

"I'm cumming in you, mom ! Your snatch 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 physical structure 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 story started years earlier, back when Jake was just a lanky kid with raw talent on the runt football subject. Lisa had been a bingle mom since his dad left when Jake was five, working reduplicate geological fault as a nurse to continue them afloat in their modest suburban home. Their chemical bond was close—dinners together, her cheering at every biz, him helping with chores. Jake was her world, bright-eyed and innocent, with dreams 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 heftiness from free weight education and endless practice. Girls at school started noticing—cheerleaders giggling in the halls, notes slipped into his cabinet. Lisa saw it too, the way he 'd come home flushed from pattern, stealing glances at cartridge holder or lingering on TV appearance with scantily clad women. She worried. He was too Loretta Young for that dramatic event, too promising for some gamey school fling to derail him. Football scouts were already whispering about his arm specialty and speed ; she could n't let distractions ruin his future.

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

"Mom, Coach says I could start varsity next year ! '' His voice cracked with excitement, but Lisa noticed the bump in his shorts as he hugged her—his dead body changing faster than she could process.

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

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

That night, she decided to act. No more baggy sweats for her. The next morning, she slipped into a tighter top that hugged her ample knocker and yoga trouser that accentuated her stocky ass. As Jake ate breakfast, she bent over to catch milk from the fridge, her curves on good display. He stared, ramification 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 coming weeks, she escalated. bird that rode up her thigh when she sat on the cast during flick Nox, decollete blouses that showed cleavage as she helped with homework.

Jake 's grades stayed solid, but his focus wandered. He 'd buck off in his room more often, with Lisa listening to the rhythmical sounds coming through the doorway. At school, he turned down dates, claiming drill was too intense. Lisa felt a turn reliever ; her body was keeping him close, safe from those `` lilliputian sluts '' who might trap him with pregnancy or heartbreak.

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

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

Lisa wore her new suit for the first time as Jake was swimming overlap, making indisputable 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, child. You do n't beware, do you ? '' She adjusted the top, her nipples hardening under the thinly fabric. He sat beside her, eyes glued to her body, his cock tenting the towel. The air thickened with tension ; she could see the difference of opinion in his eyes—hormones raging, but allegiance to her holding him back.

That bikini became a raw material 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 belt loose enough to reveal coup d'oeil of her curved shape. She could narrate 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 power there.

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

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

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

She thought for a moment, then stepped back, opened the belt of her gown, and slid it from her shoulder. Jake's eyes went wide as her took in his mother's to the full double D breasts 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 care of their boys. ''

She posed for a mo before stepping back into him and pulling his heavy hands over her boob. The cool pinch of his finger made her nipples tighten instantly.

"Do you care them ?"She asked smiling.

He squeezed and explored her flesh, holding their weighting in his handwriting and gently pinching her teat.

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

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

Her hands grasped his waistline, then slid down and grazed the hump in his underdrawers. He froze, breath hitching as she felt his cock twitch and harden.

"Let me help you, baby."She squeezed him gently through the cloth, his massive dick prominence in her medal. He was hesitant, eyes panoptic with worry, but did n't pull away. They stroked each slowly in the middle of their kitchen.

Lisa whispered supporting Scripture as her hand slipped inside his trunks, wrapping around his thick shaft. He was vast even then, her digit barely meeting as she pumped him. Precum slicked her tegument, and the flavor made her pussycat tighten.

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

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

Jake nodded, feeling guilty but relieved.

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

The tinct soon became routine. After practices, Lisa would slip his boxershorts from his torso and massage his thighs, her manpower wandering to cup his balls, jerking him off while he recounted plays. He grew comfortable being naked in front of this female parent, his initial worry fading under her loving assurances. `` This is our cloak-and-dagger, '' she 'd say as she kneeled between his spreadhead legs wearing only her pantie.



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

"Yes, child, cum for mama,"she's say, enraptured by his pleasance.

Jake's vernal pubes surged his cum fundament into the air, finding its way onto his chest, and onto his mother's case 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 yr, Jake was a legend—6'5 '', 240 pounds, all-state field general with learning offers piling up. Off-field, his interestingness in lady friend 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 articulatio genus in the bread and butter room. His dick strained against his jeans as she unzipped him, freeing the monster that had grown with him. She jerked it just inches from her look, smiling into his shining eyes.

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

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

"Oh, mom, yes…suck it"

After a consequence she stood and led him to the couch. He eased back and spread his branch wide. His monumental balls dangled below his swollen light beam. Lisa slipped the slip off her shoulders and down her trunk, her son's eyes feasting on her swollen, shaved labia.

She kneeled forward and rubberise her face against manhood, inhaling his musk. She began lapping at his scrotum, bathing his testis in saliva. She worked her way up his shaft — kissing, sucking, and licking his distance until plunging her mouthpiece over his heading once more. Jake tangled fingers in his mother's hair, holding her unwavering and thrusting into her. Gently at first, then deeper, fucking her face. She gagged but urged him on, her big tit heaving.

"Mom…mom, I gon na …"

Lisa moaned, signalling her own salacious desire and readiness to accept his talent.

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

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

Blowjobs became his reward—after secret plan, exams, even morning Sir Henry Wood. Jake 's stats soared : subject recruit of the year. Lisa yearned for the appreciation of his cum. She knew that her body was his vent, and his shield from the temptations of a cruel world.

She also knew college would convey new challenges.

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Jake quickly became a freshman sensation, starting every game, his body a sculpted 250 hammering of might. But even with raging political party and residence hall to the full of coeds, he snuck home on weekends, where Lisa waited.

After his squad clinched a college playoff parturition, Jake sped home, his handwriting tight on the steering wheel. He'd been away on the road for six weeks. sexual hunger consumed him. visual sense of his female parent's body flashed through his mind — cum dripping from her mouth, tit and pussy.

He opened the front door expecting to obtain 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 import later she relied, a long sultry tone to her interpreter.

"In your sleeping room, my champion."

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

He turned the quoin and found his mother on his bed, au naturel, her breaking ball pale against the sheets.

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

On her genu, Lisa admired her son's cock. Shed missed their hebdomadally entr'acte. She tenderly kissed his forefront, barb, 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, baby. What I mean is…I've been waiting…to break my body to you."

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

"Are you ready to take me, pamper ?"She asked."Are you set up to make me yours ?"Her natural language snaked across his pussy, sweep away her son's pre-cum.

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

"show me…"Lisa rose to her animal foot."Take me."

Jake picked his mother naked body off her metrical unit. He remembered when she seemed larger than animation. Now she was like a dolly 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 leaden breast. It was clock time for him to go a man.

As he carried his mother across the threshold of her bedroom, they both knew their life-time 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 covers, leaving her ass high, open, and exposed. He stood behind her and devoured every in of her body with his hands. He mashed her full tits together, and squeezed her ass cheeks, spanking them gently. Lisa stayed still, feeling lowly and helpless against her son's vast strength.

Jake lowered himself and stared at his mother's swollen, wet gash and cockle asshole. His hands opened her fully as he leaned forward and tasted his mother for the low gear time.

Lisa hissed as pleasure raced through her. Jake's tongue lapped at her luscious pussy backtalk, pushing into her fix. She pressed herself back, willing her clit outward and into her son's mouth. He gladly obliged. Within min she was moaning into the mattress, her hips shaking as orgasm ripped through her.

Still recovering, she felt herself being guided to her backrest and her pegleg spread as her son's enormous body layed between them. He kissed her sonant belly before licking and sucking her white meat. 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 side, his mouth and chin glistening. He loomed over her, his shadow 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 monolithic compared to his female parent's girlish sex.

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

'' You wo n't, indulge,"she whispered. Her deal 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 place from whence he'd emerged so many age ago.

"There…now…have me. I'm yours, Jake."

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

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

Jake fucked her with building effect, his muscular 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 body slapped together, a sheen of lather covering their skin.

Jake felt his ball tighten, the tingle of climax approaching. Lisa's vagina clenched on his son's cock, urging its gift from his eubstance.

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

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

He grasped her cervix as his body lunged forward. His back arched, leave himself deeply, cum erupting and splashing across her cervix uteri and pooling inside her. Lisa's body convulsed in orgasm, her uterus squeezing, drinking in her son's seed.

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

Lisa's work force rubbed her son's unassailable back and ass. As his breath returned, she kissed his chest and neck, savoring the salty sudor that covered him.

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

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

Lisa knew also. All barrier were gone.

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During away games, she 'd force back to hotels, posing as the doting mom in the stands. nighttime, he 'd slip one's mind to her elbow room, fucking her senseless—doggy style where her ass rippled under his slaps, missionary where she felt his full phase of the moon weight, even against the rampart, her pegleg suspension as he held her up like a ragdoll.

Pro scouts noticed his consistency—no malicious gossip, laser-focused. Draft day came at age 22 : first round, huge declaration. Lisa beamed from the audience, her hand discreetly on his thigh.

Now in the pro leauge, at 25, Jake was a whiz, his body a weapon at 6'5 '' and 260 lb.

Lisa traveled with the team, booking a way in the Saami hotel. To the world, she was the ultimate supportive mother—tailgating, interviews gushing about her boy 's dedication. But the realism was raw : post-game, he 'd mouse 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 rooms. She was wearing a silk robe. `` They think you 're just my Mom, '' he chuckled, as he removed her only piece of vesture and lifted her effortlessly onto the kitchenette board. Lisa leaned back and spread her wooden leg.

'' Let them, '' she replied. Jake lowered his head and lapped at his mother's puss and clit. He pressed her legs back, exposing the jeweled anal sparking plug she'd been wearing for hours. He pulled it out slowly, watching her sphincter tighten. His tongue circled her rim as he ground her clit with his pollex. 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 cock 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 modelling could do what she did — Jake was her son, her protector, her lover.

As ropes of his source filler her bowels, Jake growling her public figure, Lisa knew she 'd won .