Eddie can very clearly remember when he first thought of his mother as an object of his desire. Oddly, it wasn't even his idea: it was his father's. Eddie normally didn't get along very well with his father, who often seemed cold and distant. But he was secretly very grateful for everything his father taught him that day.
Eddie's father had taken him out for a father-son camping trip. The camping trip wasn't his father's idea, but was Eddie's. It was Eddie's mother, Patricia, who cajoled her husband into taking their son out for the trip. It was to be a short overnight stay in the mountains. Once they got to the camp site and set up, Eddie's father had started into the liquor, and shortly became fairly drunk. Eddie had heard that drunk people told no lies, so he started testing the situation by asking his father questions about Eddie's favorite topic: women.
It didn't take long for Eddie's father to become visibly frustrated, and start into a long, rambling, drunken lecture about what women want. At least it started out that way, but Eddie quickly realized that it was actually about his mother.
It seemed that Eddie's parents weren't getting along very well. Patricia wanted a strong hand from her husband. Eddie's father, meanwhile, wasn't comfortable providing that kind of direction to his wife. No matter how much she begged, he just couldn't "treat a woman that way."
Shortly before passing out from the booze, his father let something slip that would change his family's life forever. "She's a beautiful, sexy woman, your mother is. But she's also a slut. She tries to hide it, but I know Eddie. I know. It wouldn't surprise me if she was getting fucked by some other man. She wants a dick in her all the time, but she doesn't understand that it's not how marriage works. I need to provide for you both, and she needs to take care of you."
Eddie went to sleep that night and dreamt of his beautiful stacked mother. On her knees, looking up at him. On her back, legs spread wide. Cuddled up next to him in his bed.
The next morning, as they packed up the campsite and drove home, Eddie started making plans for his mother.
He decided to take his mother from his weakling father.
If you had asked her, Patricia couldn't say when the flirtation started, or who initiated it. To her it was the kind of thing that just was, and had been as long as either could remember. Eddie always seemed comfortable teasing his mother in ways that should have been far beyond his years. Long hugs, lingering kisses, and wandering hands seemed to be part of the familiar nature of their relationship.
The fact that they were mother and son only seemed to make it better for them both.
Eddie's attentions kept his mother running at a high pitch. Her pussy was always moist and itchy when her son was around. If her husband, Eddie's father, hadn't been such a cold man, he would have considered himself very lucky. His lack of attentions kept Patricia very horny.
And so Patricia would seek out excuses to hug her young son. Multiple times a day she would pull Eddie into a tight embrace, and Eddie would snuggle his face into Patricia's deep cleavage, while they both ran their hands up and down each other's backs. Eddie would hug his mother in the morning, and again at lunch. Before going to bed Eddie and his mother would embrace again, cooing softly to one another, and professing their love.
The kisses started innocently enough as innocent little pecks. They quickly began to linger though, moved from the cheeks to the lips, happened more frequently and with slightly parted mouths.
While this play had Patricia tingling all-over, it wasn't until she playfully slipped her tongue into Eddies' mouth that she felt his erection pressing into her stomach. That became her game - to see how quickly and how often she could arouse her son. And what started out so innocently had turned into full-on make-out sessions with her boy.
Despite his age, Eddie understood the taboo nature of their fun. Eddie was always careful to keep their games a secret. After school became one of his favorite times to fool around with his mother, to open her up to him. They would sit on the couch and hug and kiss until just before Eddie's father got home from work.
It was during one of these sessions that Eddie moved the relationship forward. "Mommy, why don't you and Daddy kiss like this?"
Patricia paused for a moment, pulling back to look at her handsome son, "He doesn't like to. Besides Baby, I love you most of all. Daddy's job is to go to work and make money for the family. We'll let him do that while you and I practice being in love." As she spoke, her hand dropped down to his crotch, where his cock jutted obscenely from his pants, and she lazily stroked it up and down.
Eddie decided to push his mother a little, to see what would happen. "Don't you love Daddy any more?"
His mother tilted her head to the side, thinking. "Well ... I do. I mean, I'll always love him for giving you to me." Then she gave in to the awful truth, "But I don't love him the way I love you. You're much more important to me than your father." She punctuated her words with gentle squeezes of his dick.
Eddie nodded, "I know, Mommy. I love you LOTS more than him. But if I'm more important, why do we need to keep our hugs secret from him?"
"Because if he found out he might not understand, and he might take you away from me."
Eddie shook his head, "I wouldn't let him. I'd stop him, somehow."
Patricia giggled, "You would, eh? That just makes me love you even more." She leans in for a passionate kiss, without letting go of her son's cock.
Eddie gave in to his darker impulses, unsure how his stacked mother would react, "Suck my cock Mom."
Patricia beamed and her itchy pussy twitched. "That's good baby, tell your momma what to do. I'll always be happy to follow your orders, son. I like being told what to do." She then slid off the couch to kneel between Eddie's knees. She pulled the elastic waistband back revealing her son's huge organ. "Oh Eddie, you're so much bigger than your father. It's huge!"
The horny mother wasted no time wrapping her lips around her son. Eddie looked down at his mother, her head bobbing up and down in her son's lap. She had one hand between her legs, rubbing furiously, as she moaned on her son's huge cock. "That feels good Mom, really good. Oh yeah, I think I like this a lot. We're going to do this more often."
Patricia couldn't do much but moan and nod her head at her perverse son's comments. They were both so worked up already that it wasn't long before both mother and son were breathing heavily, both on the verge of their first orgasm together. Patricia thought about how happy she was, loving and serving her son like this. She came first, with two fingers deep in her pussy. Eddie was right behind her, his mother's expert mouth working furiously on the head of his giant cock. His young hands grabbed the top of his mother's head, forcing her to take more of his dick into her mouth, as he moaned, "That's it Mom, take it. Suck it for me. It feels so good!" His large balls churned out a huge load his mother greedily gulped down.
Just then, they both heard the garage door open - Father was home. "Quickly Eddie, go to your room and get cleaned up there." Patricia gave her son's cock a quick kiss on the sensitive head, before running to her room to get cleaned up herself.
From then on, Eddie was far more comfortable taking liberties with his mother. He would casually slide his hand across her ass after diner, or squeeze her heavy breasts before running off to school. He also made simple demands of her wardrobe. Patricia started dressing a little sexier, in clothes designed to provide easy access for her son.
It seemed as though every minute they had alone they spent together - with tongues dueling, Eddie's cock in his mother's hands, and Patricia's nipples being twisted and pulled by her son's small hands. Patricia dreamt of being fucked by her prodigious boy. But it wasn't until after a short dry spell that it happened.
Eddie's father was home from work one week and it seemed as though he never left the house. Eddie and Patricia would find a few minutes here and there to kiss, grope, and whisper dirty things to one another. But there wasn't ever enough time for a Eddie to drop a huge load down his mother's willing throat.
The next week, the three of them sat at breakfast. Eddie and Patricia were on edge, grinning and pawing at each other under the table. Eddie's father hid behind the newspaper for what felt like hours. Finally he folded the paper, announced that he was going back to work, and bid his family farewell.
His father had no sooner left when Eddie jumped up from the table, grabbed his mother by her hand, and simply said "Come with me." As he pulled his mother up the stairs and into his parent's bedroom, Patricia started panting in expectation of what was to come. Eddie pushed her to the bed, and jumped in next to her.
The horny mother looked at her son with wide eyes. He had never been quite this direct before, but she loved it. "I thought he'd never leave, baby. I missed you so much. Now that we're alone, what are you going to do with me?"
Eddie leaned over, pulled his mother's shirt open to reveal her heaving tits, pinched a nipple as he slid his tongue in her mouth. After a short but passionate kiss, he pulled back and announced, "I'm going to fuck you, Mom."
Patricia squealed, and immediately started to get undressed. Eddie was pleased, but not surprised, to see his mother so eager. As Eddie rolled back to take his own pants off, he realized how right his poor dad was - Eddie's mother truly was a slut. Eddie's slut.
Eddie's stiff cock bobbed in front of him as he walked on his knees between his mother's legs. With one hand his mother caressed a breast and pulled at her tight nipples. With the other she reached down to guide her son back home, where he belonged. "That's a good boy. Are you going to fuck Mommy with that giant dick of yours?" She stopped talking and closed her eyes as Eddie worked his oversized rod into his mother's velvety channel.
As he started to stuff himself into her, he spoke, "That's right Momma. I'm going to fuck you from now on. You don't have to worry about getting satisfied by Dad and his tiny pisser. I'll take care of you. You're going to be a slut for my cock, aren't you? Yeah Mom, you're gonna do a great job."
Patricia nodded her head and opened her eyes. Her son was fully embedded into her now. She reached up to pull him down for a kiss as her legs wrapped around his slender waist. "Yes, I love you and I'll be a slut for that big dick of yours. Just keep fucking me like you were made to." She smiled and kissed him again as she started to move her hips, fucking him back.
Eddie took the cue, and started to slowly saw his long pole in and out of his mother. Their kiss broke, and they both started panting and groaning together. Eddie dipped his head down to suckle from his mother's breasts. Patricia's hands swept up and down his back gently caressing and encouraging her little boy. "That's it baby, you're fucking Mommy so good now. That's it. Oh, yeah! Jesus, I feel so full. Fuck Mommy good now. Fuck Mommy. Fuck Mommy! Fuck Mommy! Fuuuuuuck Mom ... meeeeeee!" Patricia's back arches, and her arms and legs tighten as an immense orgasm washes over her.
Eddie continues to grind, hump and thrust on top of his Mom, even after she collapsed. He's so close, he doesn't even care that his mom is now limp, exhausted from the overwhelming cum. He thrusts harder and harder, pounding away at his mother's neglected pussy. "Fuck yeah, Mom. Here it comes. Gonna cum in you slut. Fucking slut mommy. Take it alllllll!" And Eddie buries his cock deep inside his mother as his heavy balls pump a huge load of cum into his mother's cunt. Spent, he collapses on top of his mother.
After a few minutes, Patricia rubed her son's back, "Eddie. Eddie dear. Can you pass me the phone please? I need to call your school. You're going to stay home with me today."