This story contains adult sexual content and should not be read by those under 18, or considered minors in their country or locale. If you are under 18: CLICK HERE
This fictional story is the artistic expression of the author who wrote it. The Small Dick Club strongly believes in freedom of speech, and the right of artists to be heard, especially if what they say pushes the boundaries of what is acceptable in society. If you think you won’t like the content of this story, then don’t read it. It’s that simple. The Small Dick Club wishes to advise readers that any similarities in these stories to actual or real people or events is purely coincidental and unintended. That any story marked as a ‘true story’ shouldn’t be taken literally, as we have no way to verify if stories submitted to us are true. The Small Dick Club takes no responsibility for the imaginations and literary creations of authors who post their stories here.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The first day of Summer…
I remember that day very clearly. It was the day after I had graduated from high school, and I could not have been any happier to not have to go to that hell-hole any more. I had never been crazy about the school to begin with, and the week I had to endure between my Senior Prom and the last day of school was sheer torture.
Everybody was laughing at me during those last few days, or at least that was the way it seemed to me. I felt like everybody either knew what happened or was being told the story when I saw them grouped together.
The embarrassment was a result of what happened at the Prom, or should I say after the Prom. I had managed to secure a date at the last minute, and even though I didn’t really like the girl much, at least it was a date.
The Prom itself wasn’t bad, and as I waited for Lisa, my chubby date who had acne and wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer either, to get out of the bathroom, one of my classmates stopped on his way out the door to wish me luck.
“She puts out, Cocktail,” Rick Peters informed me while his date rolled her eyes in disgust. “Split her in two, big guy.”
Cocktail is a nickname that I was blessed with when high school started, and I’ll explain that in a bit. So I leave with Lisa, and we go to the place where a lot of people go to make out. Since this was just about my first date, I only knew about it from hearing others talk.
Lisa apparently knew, because she was climbing in the back seat even before the car had stopped. My heart my racing as I joined her, happy that I had thought to buy condoms because it was looking good for me.
We necked up a storm, and in a few minutes I’m squeezing Lisa’s tit like a bike horn. Only one other boob had been in my hand up till then, and while it wasn’t a great tit, kinda small for a big girl, I was in heaven.
It was then that I felt Lisa’s hand groping my crotch, and then pulling down my zipper. This was a moment I had waited 18 years for, and I was filled with a combination of excitement and dread when Lisa’s pudgy hand reached into my briefs and grabbed my erection.
We were kissing at the time, with our tongues dueling, so Lisa couldn’t laugh right then and there. She snorted though, and when I opened my eyes hers were open.
“Sorry,” my date said, and then she started giggling and apologizing.
My cock deflated in her hand, and after a minute of her pulling to try to get it back to life, I told her to forget it. I took her home, and she said she had a good time. I did too, I lied, and after she went inside her house I drove down the street until I was crying so hard I couldn’t see and had to pull over.
I suspect Lisa must have called everybody she knew by the end of the weekend. Maybe she didn’t, and it was only my paranoia was just working overtime, but I doubt it.
My nickname – given to me by wise guys after seeing me in the showers back before I stopped taking gym – was Cocktail. As in Cocktail Frank. Get it? I have a small dick, and while I guess I knew that already, seeing all the other guys with their cocks swinging around reinforced my suspicions.
For whatever reason, they made you take a shower after gym, even though it was only a 45 minute class. After you deduct the time it took to dress and undress that didn’t leave time to even break a sweat, but shower you must. The frigging gym teacher even stood there checking names off when you went in.
After that year I managed to get a doctor to write me an excuse to get me out of gym glass, so I didn’t have to endure the humiliation of being seen naked with all my shortcomings exposed.
I’m 6′ tall and weigh 170 pounds, and I wear size 13 shoes. So much for that theory about big feet indicating a big cock. Cocktail frank is a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. My dick is about the size of a hot dog. Barely more than four inches long when erect, which seems to be most of the time, and if thickness really is what counts, I lose there too.
So I graduated from high school and now as summer began I was looking forward to college, where at least I would have a fresh start as Frank Ballard, instead of Cocktail Frank, and you aren’t required to let the world see you naked three times a week.
I was celebrating the start of my summer vacation in my bedroom, still wearing my pyjamas even though it was almost noon. My pyjama bottoms were around my ankles and I was peeking out through the blinds at the object of my desire, who was out in the backyard doing some gardening.
I was so close that when the woman stood up and wiped her brow with the back of her hand I could see the faint peach fuzz under her arm, and then when she knelt back down I could see most of her tits as she leaned forward and that action made the top of the scoop neck blouse drop down.
Her boobs aren’t very big and they droop a little bit too, probably because she just turned 50 recently, but I think she’s hot anyway. Her hair is medium brown with some grey sneaking in recently. She’s been divorced for over 5 years and she never dates. I would know if she did, because I know Barbara Ballard very well. She’s my mom.
So there I was looking down my mother blouse to see as much of her 34A’s as I could, waiting for just the right moment to cum when she got up and went over to the picnic table to get something. While she was out of sight, I slowed down the motion of my thumb and index finger because I was ready to cum, and decided when she came back to her roses I was going to pop my load.
“Come on Mom,” I muttered to myself while leaning against the wall, because I was dripping like a facet, and it was then that I happened to glance over to the doorway.
“Shit!” I said as I tried to pull my pyjamas up and cover myself in the process.
It’s just the two of us at home since my asshole father left us, so with Mom out in the yard I hadn’t bothered to close the door. Besides, the floorboards creak so much you can even hear Mack the cat walking, so how she managed to make it down the hall without me knowing escapes me. Guess I was too wrapped up in the act of jacking off to notice her approach.
What was worse was that she didn’t just walk past the room, she was standing there, frozen in place, and she saw what I was doing. I know she saw my dick, and while at least she didn’t laugh like Lisa had, the look on her face spoke volumes.
“Oh. Sorry,” Mom said as I belatedly tried to cover up and turn away at the same time.
That was not a good idea, because if there was anyway to possibly make this nightmare worse, I managed it.
My grab at attempting to yank up the pyjama bottoms bunched at my ankles failed, partly because my vision was blurred from the sweat that had been pouring down my face, and suddenly I was lurching forward.
Maybe I could have caught my fall if I had let go of my dick, but by the time I thought about it my forehead was already making solid contact with the side of my dresser.
I suppose it could have been worse if I knocked my teeth out instead, but at that moment I wished that the fall had killed me instead of knocking me for a loop and raising a sizable lump above my left eye.
The next thing I remember was Mom kneeling next to me on the floor, pressing a cold cloth to the golf ball-sized lump that was going to be a week-long reminder of my humiliating first day of summer.
“Are you okay, Frank? my mother was asking. “What day is it?”
“Ma,” I whined. “I’m alright.”
“Just sit there and relax for a minute,” Mom said as she kept pressing the cloth on my head and keeping the back of my head against the side of the dresser where I had landed.
I did what I was told, and in a few seconds when my vision cleared and looked at Mom, whose eyes were elsewhere. I started to make a grab to cover what Mom was looking at, but what was the point?
“It’s like a penis, only smaller,” I quipped, and Mom blushed when I caught her staring at my now deflated dick.
Maybe it was nostalgic for her, because without a little hair above it, my dick probably didn’t look all that much different than it did 18 years ago when she used to powder and diaper that area.
“Boys,” Mom said, shaking her eyes and finally taking her eyes away from my peanut. “You boys always make so much of that sort of thing.”
I winced when she spoke, because while she was trying to be nice, it was what she didn’t say that I caught. She didn’t say, “Frank, you’re crazy. It isn’t small,” because even though I would have known it was bullshit, it was better than her admission that I was hung like a horse. A sea horse.
“Right,” I said while struggling to my feet and letting Mom help me sit down on the bed.
“You know, one day you’re going to laugh about this,” Mom suggested.
“Maybe we should go to the Emergency Room,” Mom said. “You might have a concussion.”
I proceeded to rattle off every fact that I could think of about me; the time of day I was born, the various address and phone numbers we had growing up, and I guess that convinced her that at least mentally, I was sound.
“Okay then,” Mom said. “You just relax the rest of the day then.” Mom started to leave the room but stopped and looked at the window where she had caught me whacking away.
“Marci Fraser,” Mom said, gesturing out the window towards next door. “I was just curious. But didn’t she…”
“She got married last month and moved out,” I said of our next door neighbor, a red-headed girl with a big ass.
“Then who?” Mom started to ask, glancing out the window, and then it struck her.
She was asking who the inspiration was for me becoming a wild-eyed pervert jerking off like a chimp, and I guess all of a sudden she figured it out.
“Oh Frank! You were looking at me? You think I’m hot? Oh honey, let’s fuck!” would be the kind of thing that only a fiction writer could come up with.
My Mom’s reaction was nothing like that. Instead she turned and looked at me, made a little gasp and then put her hand up to her collarbone.
“Yell if you need anything,” she said as she scurried out the door, probably to spray herself with disinfectant and say the rosary a few thousand times while trying to figure out what Oprah would do.
“Sorry,” I said as she left, and that seemed to fit just about everything that had happened.
“Frank honey? Are you okay?”
I had been sitting in front of the computer in my room, and I must have been daydreaming because the screen was blank.
“I’ve been thinking,” Mom said, and when she said that I cringed and braced myself for the worst.
“Is that right, Mom?”
“Yes honey. About your little – uh – problem,” Mom said nervously, and I managed to get in a moan before she continued. “I’ve looked on the Internet and there seems to be a number of things that you can do to help make – help increase…”
“Make my cock bigger?” I said bluntly. “First of all, it’s bullshit. All of it. There is no magic pill or device to increase the size of a penis.”
“But how can they sell all of this?”
“The same way they sell things to make boobs bigger,” I explained. “Thieves.”
“Oh. I remember those,” Mom said. “As a matter-of-fact when I was in high school I sent for a bottle of cream that was supposed to increase your bust, and that obviously didn’t work.”
The thought of my Mom rubbing cream on her little titties excited me a great deal, but I explained that boobs aren’t like a penis, because while guys like boobs of all sizes, size counts when it comes to the cock.
“Well I never – I mean – I didn’t have all that much experience with a lot of men, but that sort of thing didn’t bother me. I suspect it matters a lot more to boys than it does girls.”
“Was Dad built like me?” I asked, and as Mom hemmed and hawed I repeated the question.
“Well no, not really, but…”
“Were any of the men you’ve been with have dicks as small as mine?” I asked, wondering how many cocks Mom had dealt with over the years.
“I never went and measured them,” Mom said, clearly flustered, but I was way more upset than she was. “Girls don’t care…”
“That answers my question,” I replied, and when Mom started to protest I cut her off again.
“Mom! The girl I took to the Prom laughed at me. She took my dick out and couldn’t stop laughing!” I practically screamed. “Don’t tell me that girls don’t…”
That was the end for me, because I lost it, and even though Mom had annoyed and infuriated me with what she was saying, I was glad to be able to fall into her arms and let out a lifetime of frustration. I drenched her shoulder with tears, and when I was all cried out she apologized.
“I’m sorry for upsetting you. I didn’t know about that girl – how dare she? She was no prize. She’ll never find a guy half as nice as you are,” Mom said. “I won’t go on with this except to say that I know it matters to you, but it really isn’t that important. Not as important as the things that really make a man a man.”
“Maybe,” I mumbled.
“Don’t know why I am saying this, but I was with four guys before I met your father, and the boy who was the best in bed – best by far – wasn’t built very much different than you,” Mom said. “I swear.”
“Why did you break up with him?”
“He broke up with me,” Mom said, and then added something that made us both laugh. “Maybe my boobs weren’t big enough.”
“He lost out then.”
“Right!” Mom said with a smile. “So I met your father, who was hung like a horse but couldn’t keep the thing in his pants.”
That was a bit of an eye-opener, both the fact that my old man had a big one and the part about him screwing around on Mom. I was too young at the time to know the details of them splitting up, but since I rarely saw him, that absence didn’t hurt as much anymore.
“Worthless piece of shit and sorry excuse for a father and a man,” I spat out. “Good thing I rarely see him.”
“Well please don’t mention any of this when you do get together,” Mom said. “He is your father.”
“I won’t, but he was an idiot to screw around on somebody as pretty and nice as you,” I said, and that made Mom smile, and we hugged again before she left the room.
As we embraced I wished that I was the old man, big dick or not, because the chances of me finding a woman like that were slim and none.
A couple of weeks passed, and college was right around the corner. I tried to look at it as a chance to make new friends and lose old nicknames, but the fact was that I was thinking that I’d better do really well in school and get a great job, because then maybe I’d find a girl who wanted a nice house so bad she’d overlook a tiny pecker on her husband.
One day, I got home and saw a box on my bed. I didn’t remember ordering anything, and there was a handwritten note attached in my Mom’s writing.
Frank honey, Who knows? Nothing ventured? Love, Mom
I opened the cardboard container, and after I dug the box out of the foam pellets I shook my head and had to laugh.
The box had a picture of a guy that looked like a Neanderthal with a cock that hung down to his knees, and he was holding in his hand what he claimed to be the secret behind his enormous organ.
The Humunga Tron 3000.
My mother had bought me a penis pump. A big plastic tube with a rubber sleeve on the bottom, and a little hose with a bulb attached. The idea was that you put your dick inside the rubber sleeve and squeezed the bulb. This would increase the size of your dick, according to the manufacturer.
Correct to a point. The suction would help you get hard, and might make you a little bit bigger for a time, but that was it. Once the vacuum seal was broken, you were back to being you, whatever that was. If you did it long enough it would probably make you cum, or so I had heard, but it wasn’t going to change anything.
I put it back in the box and put it away, because I had no plans on using it, although I supposed that I might give it a try some night if I was bored, but that was it.
It was fun to watch Mom waiting for me to run up to her and tell about how great it worked. The suspense was killing her that night at dinner, and she was even more spastic the next day, figuring that I had to have used it late last night after dinner.
I said nothing, and went to my room to study on the computer. The object of my study were some trailers for the Lesbian Seductions movies, and I was intensely watching a woman my mother’s age trying to take a girl’s anal temperature with her tongue when I saw Mom standing in the doorway.
“Honey, did you see the box I left on your bed yesterday?” she asked, as if I could have missed it.
“A box?” I said, minimizing the lesbians on my screen while I pretended to be thinking. “Oh yes! The box.”
“Well?” Mom said, well aware that I was screwing around with her but remaining as calm as she could.
“How did it work?”
“Didn’t use it.”
“Frank,” Mom whined.
“Look Mom, I love you so much, but you wasted your money. Those things don’t work. trust me.”
“Did you see the man on the box?” Mom said.
“He was either born that way or it was a photo-shopped picture,” I said, explaining that what she had spent her money on it was a vacuum device, and while it might make you hard and even make you orgasm, it had no effect in the long run.
“And trust me, I know,” I ended. “If they actually worked, I would have bought a few of them and would be tripping on my dick about now.”
“Still, it would have been nice if you just tried it at least once. You never know, Frank,” Mom said, trying to give me a pep talk. “It might actually work.”
“You want to find out if it works?” I said, having been prepared for this. “You try it.”
“Me? How can I try it?”
“You put it on me, and we’ll see if it works.”
“That’s crazy Frank,” Mom scoffed. “That’s something that’s private.”
“Well, I’m not going to put the thing on,” I assured her. “Not now, not ever.”
Mom left the doorway, and I resumed looking at some older lesbian devouring the pussy of a girl about my age, hoping to have heard the last of this, although the banter had been fun.
“Frank?” It was Mom in the doorway again, and when I looked up she said, “Alright. I’ll help you do it.”
“Help me?” I said, stunned at what I was hearing.
“I’ll do it for you,” Mom said. “I hate to just throw the money away when it actually might work. It could, you know? It seems to make sense, and there was a doctor on the ad that claimed it did wonders for him.”
“Mom, I love you so much, but really, it won’t work.”
“Do you want me to do it or not, Frank?”
I was being backed into a corner, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that Mom was just calling my bluff. She was trying to get me to say that if she left me alone I would use it just to shut her up, so I decided to call her bluff of my bluff.
“Fine,” I said, getting up and retrieving the box from the hiding place way in the back of my closet, because the thought of a friend stopping by and seeing that would have been the final straw.
I put the box on the bed and peeled my t-shirt up over my head before undoing my belt, waiting for Mom to run back down the hall, but she stayed in place so I dropped my slacks down.
After I bent down and took my slacks from around my ankles, when I straightened up I knew Mom would not be there in the doorway, but she was, and when she did start to move she only did so to close the bedroom door behind her and lock it.
I stood there, fiddling with the elastic of my briefs, not believing that Mom was not only still there, but was going over to close the blinds.
We lived alone, so this locking of the door and blocking the view from the window was silly, but there she was doing it and then waiting for me to drop my briefs, although she was looking over my shoulder and not down as I did.
“Get on the bed, Frank,” Mom said, and I covered myself as I did so because the Internet erection I had been sporting was long gone, and now in fright my dick was trying to crawl into my intestines.
How embarrassing. After all, at least before when she saw me jerking off I had a hard on, so at least I resembled a man, but the peanut I was sporting now was nothing to be proud of, so my hand stayed cupped over my dick.
“Seems easy enough,” Mom said as she looked at the tube and the instructions, and along with noticing her hands were shaking I could detect the scent of alcohol.
Mom must have gone out to the kitchen for a drink before coming back to my room, and my only thought was that I wished she had brought me back one too, because I needed one more than she did.
“What’s this? Oh! They even give you a tube of lubricant with it,” Mom said, holding up a little thing that was smaller than a lip balm, but Mom seemed pleased that she got a free sample for the 100 bucks or whatever she had spent for the thing.
We figured out the logistics of this operation, and decided that I would hold the tube over me, and after Mom put my dick in the sleeve she would pump the bulb and create the vacuum.
I had been trying to think of something to make me hard, but I was so scared that nothing was working, not even the couple of tugs I had given myself while Mom was examining The Humunga Tron 3000, and now her oiled fingers were waiting for me to do my part by getting hard.
Nothing. Not even the sight of Mom’s greased fingers coming down and oiling my dick, something I thought would make me cum on contact, was not working. I looked down at myself, and it struck me that the shaving of the hair around my dick, which was something I had always done to make myself appear bigger just in case, only looked silly.
“Lower it down, honey,” Mom was saying, and she spent a couple of minutes trying to push my dick into that nozzle.
It sure as hell wasn’t because of the size of my dick, but it soon became clear that you at least had to get a little ways into the thing in order to get a vacuum to happen.
“Relax honey. Don’t get frustrated,” Mom said, and I guessed my emotions were becoming obvious as Mom struggled to push my little jello-like dick into the hose. “If we just get you a little aroused…”
“Take your blouse off,” I whispered, and when Mom looked up at me in shock, I repeated it.
“Please. take your blouse off. Your blouse and your bra. Let me look at you.”
“Frank, that’s just too much,” Mom said, having let go of my dick as she tried to tell me no. “That is crazy. I can’t do…”
“Mom, you just greased up my dick, and you’re trying to stick it in a penis pump,” I ranted. “I think we passed the crazy stage a while back.”
“But still – I mean – looking at me won’t help anything,” Mom babbled. “That wouldn’t make any man aroused. Not at my age. I mean…”
“That’s how we got to here,” I reminded her. “Remember? I was up here jerking off while waiting for you to get back in the chair so I could finish myself off while looking down your top.”
“I’ve practically seen them already, in little peeks,” I explained. “You wear a 34A bra, slightly padded. Your breasts are about the size of apples, and they sag a little. Your aureoles are really big and crimson, and you have have fat nipples too.”
Mom’s face was crimson as I babbled on about her, detailing every intimate thing about her, from the brand of tampons that she used to the deodorant she wore and the razor she used to shave her legs and armpits, “On Friday mornings,” I added.
“Haven’t gone to church in a couple of months,” Mom mumbled, and then she was unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her shoulders, giving me one last look before closing her eyes and reaching back and unhooking her bra.
Watching those cups come off and seeing Mom’s breasts ease down was more erotic than any website I had visited, and while they weren’t big and far from firm, they were the most beautiful breasts in the world to me.
“Mom,” I said softly as she kept her eyes closed. “Look at me, Mom.”
It seemed at lot of effort for her to open her eyes, and when our eyes met and I told her with watery eyes that she was the most beautiful woman in the world, she started to tell me I was crazy, but then I nodded down toward what was pointed up toward the penis pump, and her face lit up as she quickly grabbed my dick and had me lower the tube down.
“Whoa!” I said after Mom had inserted my dick into the sleeve and had started to pump the bulb of the suction device rapidly.
“Does it hurt, honey?”
“No – it feels way too good. Slower.”
It might have been a goofy product, but there was no denying that with the snug rubber sleeve around the stump of my dick and the suction pulling on the rest of it, the result was making it very pleasurable indeed.
“Honey – Frank look!” Mom was saying while looking at my dick through the plastic in a manner that reminded me of the way I used to gaze at the toy store windows at Christmastime. “Look at your penis. Look how big it’s getting! It does work!”
It was probably the result of looking through the plastic tube my dick was in – who knows – maybe they use some sort of magnifying plastic, and maybe it was because I was pushing down hard on the tube to make sure the vacuum stayed snug, but I had to admit that my erection had never looked bigger than it did just then.
Maybe it was also the fact that Mom seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was, because she would start pumping faster every few seconds despite me asking her to slow down.
She didn’t even seem to notice when I reached down and cupped her hanging titty as she bent over me, not saying anything when I squeezed the pliant orb and felt her nipple stiffen in my palm.
“Mom – slower – stop!” I was babbling as I felt my orgasm rise up inside of me for about the tenth time since my dick got put that Humunga Tron 3000, but she was slow to react, and then I was cumming.
Cumming was an understatement, because while had probably jerked off 10,000 times in my life, or so it seemed, I had never experienced anything like this. It felt as if the device was sucking me dry, and my entire body was going through spasms, causing me to jerk upright at one point while my cum sprayed into the container like a machine gun.
“Enough – stop,” I heard myself saying while my legs kept twitching uncontrollably, and I had to grab Mom’s wrist that was holding the bulb because she kept staring with her eyes bugging out – squeezing that rubber bulb crazily until I knocked it loose from the connection.
“Sorry, Honey,” Mom was saying as she came out of the trance she was in. “Are you okay?”
I nodded as my dick deflated and fell out of the sleeve, and then I felt Mom take the tube off me and stare at the copious amount of semen inside the foot-long vessel, hanging from the inside in ropes.
“Oh my,” Mom said as she looked at the product of our effort before nodding down at what felt like more cum that had drooled back down on me as the device had come off. “Let me get something to clean you up with.”
I watched Mom leave and then return with a warm wash cloth, and I savored the sight of her little hangers swaying in front of her as she walked, because this was a once in a lifetime experience to be sure.
I thought Mom was going to hand me the cloth, but she knelt next to me and began gently cleaning around my flaccid dick, moving the damp cotton down around my balls.
“You certainly have a big scrotum,” Mom commented as she washed my ball sac. “Your testicles seem quite large.”
“Balls Mom, ” I said as she went clinical on me again. “They’re my balls, and they only look big because of the size of my dick.”
“Regardless, you seemed to like that machine,” Mom said, and I thought she was serious with that understatement before she chuckled. “Wish they had something like this for girls.”
So soothing, and as Mom held up my dick to clean it she kept saying that she swore it looked bigger now than before.
“Not that it matters honey,” Mom reminded me.
“I know, size doesn’t matter,” I said with a hint of sarcasm. “But when you were pumping that thing, and they way you were looking at my dick in the tube, it made me feel like a real man.”
“You were a real man before any of this started,” Mom said, brushing off my attempt to stifle her while continuing to clean me. “You’re a good student, a handsome guy, and you’ve got impeccable manners. You know how many times people tell me how lucky I am to have a son as polite and respectful as you?”
“You have a wonderful body too, no matter what you might think,” Mom said as she brought her free hand to my chest. “You’re even getting hair on your chest now too.”
As Mom’s hand toyed with the five little hairs around my nipple, I felt something stirring, and a little bit later Mom noticed that the washcloth she was holding was getting hard.
“Oh dear,” Mom said as she looked down at me dick which was almost erect as it fell back into my pubes. “I didn’t mean that. How did you do that? You just – you know?”
“I didn’t do that, you did,” I said. “I told you how much I’m attracted to you.”
“What should I do?”
“Put it back on, Mom.”
“Honey, it’s all full of your seed.”
“I’ll clean it later,” I said. “Here.”
Mom held my semi upright and gave it a little lube before I slid the tube back down. She was getting the hang of it, establishing a nice rhythm as I swelled up. I loved the way she looked at my cock, and her nipples were hard and the aureoles seemed even puffier than before.
Was Mom getting excited like I was? Was she getting wet? I wanted to know but settled for reaching down and cupping her dangling boob and kneading the pliant flesh, and this time I know she was aware of my hand.
“Look at your penis,” Mom said, peeking through the dried semen at my cock, which had gotten redder even if it wasn’t really bigger, although she continued to insist it was.
“It’s a dick, Mom,” I said with a smile as I questioned her use of the word penis. “This isn’t health class.”
“Okay, your dick is getting bigger because of this,” Mom said, and then said, “How about we call it your cock? Sounds more manly than dick.”
“Fine,” I said while watching Mom squeeze the bulb.
“It says you aren’t supposed to use this for an extended time,” Mom said.
“NO! Uh – I mean no,” Mom said, and we both laughed at her initial reaction. “Forgive me. Must be early menopause kicking in, or insanity. Maybe I should get out more.”
“You should find yourself a nice guy,” I said. “No reason for you to be alone. You’re so hot looking.”
“Flatterer,” Mom said, and she giggled when she felt my hand, which had slid from her breast to grip her upper arm and when she noticed my fingers sliding through the moist peach fuzz under her arm she squirmed and blushed while saying, “Friday’s a couple days away. I think maybe I should shave more often. You father used to make me shave everyday.”
“Mom,” I gasped while squeezing her arm.
“You want me to stop, honey?”
“No – go faster.”
“Are you going to have another orgasm? So fast?”
Mom got her answer, and although it was nothing like the Old Faithful eruption that my first effort had produced, Mom seemed to enjoy me spurting a few jets of cum before I withered away again.
“Amazing,” Mom said as she cleaned up around my cock after it fell out. “It would take your father 8 hours to recover – sorry – don’t listen to me. Except for the part about it getting bigger. It is.”
It might have been swollen from all the suction, but I didn’t mind her saying anything about me like that, because when else would I ever be hearing it?
“Think you’re going to have to take a shower, Frank,” Mom said. “This semen of yours is everywhere.”
“I will,” I said as I sat upright. “And thank you for the most wonderful night of my life.”
“Let’s just pretend this didn’t happen,” Mom said as she put her bra back on, but I would have none of that.
“That could never be,” I said. “Me forgetting what just happened I mean. You touched me and held me and didn’t laugh.”
“But I think that if you use that every night, I’ll bet you’ll be surprised at the results,” Mom concluded.
“I’m not going to use it,” I said. “If it’s going to be used, it will get used the way it was tonight.”
“You don’t expect me to come in here every night?” Mom asked.
“I’m just saying that I will never put my dick – cock I mean – in that thing.”
“Whatever you decide,” Mom said, giving me a kiss on the cheek before leaving my room.
I looked down at my spent dick, and as I thought back to the last hour it didn’t seem possible. My mother doing what she did? And they way she looked while she was doing it? Could she have gotten horny? Has she been horny for a long time, and so frustrated that she was losing control?
No. This was my mother, and mothers who suddenly becoming raving nymphomaniacs wanting to screw their sons only appear in porn movies, and they aren’t weary middle aged women with sagging breasts, but are silicone filled ex-strippers trying to make a living in porn after their prime. The thing was, my Mom was sexier than they were. She was real, and right down the hall.
I turned off the light and tried to go to sleep, but I was too wound up so I figured I would watch some porn trailers on the computer, whack off maybe, and then sleep would come. Since I had to pee, I made a pit stop to the can, and after I went I stopped outside of mother’s bedroom.
The light was not on, but she had the TV on. The sound was low, but from some of the sounds I could have sworn it was a porn movie. Since we didn’t have anything more than basic cable, there was no way it could be anything other than one of those steamy Lifetime Network movies that women like, so after eavesdropping for a minute I went to my room.
I managed to squeeze one out while looking at an clip from some website that showed a bunch of older women with young guys. They weren’t speaking English, which took something away from it, but I found a woman who had boobs that sagged a little like my Mom’s and got off, although it wasn’t as good as with Mom. Sleep finally came after that.
The next day Mom went shopping so I was alone, and because I had nothing to do I decided to snoop around my mother’s bedroom. I know it wasn’t nice to do, but I was just curious. Mom used to keep a journal, and maybe she had written something in it about last night.
I found the diary in the back of her desk, but instead of reading about how she couldn’t keep her hands off her son and wanted to fuck him, I saw that it hadn’t been written in since I was in boy scouts.
So much for that. I made sure that I left everything as it was, and was on my way out the door when something caught my eye. It was a little red light on a shelf tucked under the TV, and when I looked closer I saw that it was a video player which had been left on. A VHS player no less!
Poor Mom. The old man didn’t leave her anything but a dinosaur of the 20th century. I hated him more than ever. The player was pushed back on the shelf it was on, and it was dusty, but there was an empty cardboard sleeve on top.
I took a look at it, and was more than a little stunned. It was a porn movie. Mom HAD been watching a dirty movie last night. She must have gotten so horny over our little session that she needed more. She might have gotten herself off while watching it.
I never heard of the people that were in it, and the thing was probably 30 years old at least. The title was “TABOO”. I slipped the case back where it was and left Mom’s room and went to my computer to do some research.
It turns out that Taboo was a pretty famous movie from back in 1980, but what really got my attention was the synopsis. It turns out that this woman gets rejected by her husband, and after dating and getting disappointed she gets the hots for her son. Her son!
Through the wonders of technology I was watching the movie within seconds on the computer, and as it began I couldn’t get over the similarities. A woman, middle aged and alone with her only son, gets attracted to him. Perfect, and the best part was that MY MOTHER HAD BEEN WATCHING THE THING!
As I learned in the course of the watching the film, while we had similar circumstances, the people in the movie looked nothing like us.
The mother, played by a women named Kay Parker who could pass for the kid’s mother age-wise, was attractive but unlike my Mom this Kay Parker had gigantic breasts. Real honest-to-goodness breasts that jiggled naturally instead of the 21st century saline versions of big tits, and she had a nice triangle of pubic hair too. She was hot, but nothing like my mother.
The guy that played her son, well, let’s just say that if Mom had been watching and imagining this scene playing out in real life, she would have found it tough to picture my face on that guy’s body, because his cock was huge. Maybe she was watching and wishing that guy was me. There aren’t enough Humunga Tron 3000’s in the world for that to happen.
This watching the same movie as her, even without her by my side, was something that really turned me on. How I wished that Mom would look at me like this Kay Parker did her son, staring at his big cock and turning to jelly. The thought was almost enough to make me want to break out that toy and spend the rest of my summer seeing if it might eventually work.
I eventually ended up doing what I seem to do best, and made sure I had good old Taboo within easy access for future reference, noting that there seemed to be about a couple dozen sequels as well.
At dinner that night, Mom was in full Mom mode, trying way too hard to act as if last night had never happened. She even made a point of mentioning that she stopped by church to have a talk with the priest, “To sort things out in my head,” she threw in before suggesting that it had been a while since I had attended.
“Pass,” I said, because I had no such notion, especially since the priest before him had been sent away for diddling some altar boys. Not me of course, proving that absolutely no one was interested in me, even predators.
I went to my room and played around on the computer, waiting for Mom to stop by to give the old Humunga Tron 3000 another shot, but when she came by, she was empty handed.
“Think I’ll turn in early,” Mom said, standing in the doorway in her bathrobe.
“Oh,” I answered dejectedly. “I was hoping you were coming in so we could…”
“No,” Mom said firmly. “Last night – I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m so ashamed. Of all the bad things I’ve done in my life, that was the worst, and I pray that someday you’ll forgive me.”
“Mom, nobody in the world had done fewer bad things than you. You’re like Mary Poppins!”
“No, that’s not right.”
“And you have nothing to apologize for,” I said. “You care about me and you love me. I wish you loved me the way I do you.”
“I do, Peter,” Mom insisted. “Nobody could ever love anybody more than I love you.”
Not like I do, I thought. I wish you did but you don’t.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I suggested, and Mom seemed to cheer up a bit
“Is there anything good on?” Mom said, preparing to go out and turn on the TV in the living room and pop some popcorn or something – anything to get away from my bedroom.
“Here,” I said, motioning for her to come over to join me behind the computer, and I dragged a chair over to she could sit beside me.
“I don’t know how you watch things on this little screen,” Mom mentioned, but she sat beside me nonetheless.
“It’s a 20″ screen Mom. Only 7″ inches smaller than the one in the living room,” I noted.
“Do you get new movies on the computer, like that Netflix or whatever it is?” Mom said. “That Hunger Games movie sounded interesting.”
“No, this is way more interesting than that,” I said, pulling Mom closer to me so she could see it when the screen fired up. “This is an old movie I found on the Internet.”
I don’t know what Mom was expecting, but when the main titles of the movie popped up, Mom almost did too, and I watched with amusement as she looked around frantically, under the computer table and everywhere else, probably looking for the VHS player or something.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Something is wrong,” I said, enjoying Mom fidgeting as she tried to figure out what was happening.
“This is – it’s your father’s movie,” Mom said in a choked-up voice.
“Huh? I got this on the web,” I said honestly. “Have you seen this before?”
“It’s okay if you have,” I continued. “It’s only a movie.”
“Pornography,” Mom mumbled, and when I asked her what she said she answered a bit louder, “This is pornography.”
“We’re both 18,” I reminded Mom. “So you’ve seen this?”
Mom said nothing but nodded, and when I asked her if it was any good, because I hadn’t seen it all, she only said that she didn’t remember it being all that good.
“And I’m tired anyway,” she said, but when she started to get up I put my hand on her knee.
“Then I’ll get to the good part,” I said, and I skipped right to the part where the mother was staring at her son naked.
“I wish you looked at me like that,” I said.
“I heard you listening to this movie last night when you went to bed,” I said, and while I was hoping that Mom was going to throw herself on me and drag me to bed, that didn’t happen.
Instead she just stood there staring at the screen while tears rolled down her face.
“You don’t know,” Mom sobbed. “I’m so lonely. I miss your father. He was an asshole but I miss being held by a man. Even when he would come home with lipstick on his boxer shorts, at least I had somebody to hold.”
“I can do that.”
“Last night, I shouldn’t have done that. I gave you the wrong idea with that pump thing. I put thoughts in your head. Mothers don’t have sex with their boys, except in dirty movies.”
“The thoughts were there long before last night, Mom, and yes mothers do,” I said. “They don’t broadcast it, but they do, and even if they don’t, I think a whole lot have the thought cross their minds, but I don’t want to have sex with you. I want to make love to you.”
“You watched that movie and you wished that was us.”
“No,” Mom said, clutching her robe together.
“You want it to happen, but you’re afraid to be the one to make the move, so I will. That’s why you went to church today, because you felt guilty about what was going through your head.”
“I can’t, honey.”
“We can,” I insisted. “I know I don’t know how to do it, but I’ll try so hard you won’t believe it.”
“Please,” Mom begged.
“Why, please I’ve got a little dick? If I was that guy in the movie…”
“STOP IT!” Mom screamed. “That doesn’t matter. You have no idea what matters. What REALLY matters!”
“I’m sorry,” I said, having destroyed what little chance I had of actually making this work, and I put my arm around her shoulder and held her tight. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“It’s alright, Peter,” Mom sniffed.
“I still do, you know,” I said softly. “I want to make love to you. I want to do it tonight. In an hour I’m going to come to your bedroom and we are going to make love.”
“We can’t. I’m your mother, and I swear that I really wish I wasn’t right now, because you’re a beautiful boy that I somehow wish existed back before I met your father. But you are my son.”
“Fine. If you don’t want to make love with me, I’m not going to force myself on you.”
“Just lock the door,” I replied, and when Mom looked at me quizzically I continued. “I’m going to come to your door in an hour. If the door is locked I will never mention it again. I’ll sit in this room and jerk off into that machine for the rest of the summer. Rest of my fucking life probably.”
“Ten o’clock Mom,” I said while pointing at my clock which showed it was just before 9.
Mom shook her head, and still clutching the robe tightly she went to the door, pausing a second before leaving.
“Please don’t come to the door honey,” Mom whispered, and then she was gone.
It was very touching, the way Mom had said that, but I was going to her room regardless. The hour went by so slowly I thought the hands of the clock were broken at one point. I started to watch the rest of the TABOO movie but the way dick was drooling I was afraid I would end up popping a load in my pajamas if I so much as breathed on myself, so instead I sat and waited.
I had heard Mom out in the hall, in the bathroom and then out to the kitchen before I heard her bedroom door close. Was that noise the click of the lock? I didn’t know, but when that clock hand finally got to 10 I went out to the hall.
From the bottom of the door I saw that the room was dark, except for the night light by the door. My hand was shaking as I touched the cool brass, and as I turned it to the left I held my breath and prayed.
Nothing. The knob did not move. I leaned my forehead against the door, ready to call out to Mom and ask her to reconsider, and then I tuned the knob to the right. It hadn’t been locked at all.
Mom was standing beside her bed, and as the light from the hall filled the room briefly I saw she was naked. Now bathed in the soft light, Mom realized how well I could see and brought her hands up to shield herself. She looked so tiny and scared, with her arm crossed over her breasts and a hand down between her legs, hiding her sex but not the wide triangle of brown hair that filled the delta.
I closed the door behind me, and that action had Mom slowly lowering her hands to her sides. My eyes had no problems seeing all of her in the dim glow of the night light, and seeing her naked for the first time was anything but a disappointment. I didn’t care that her tummy was a bit soft, or that her breasts drooped and her butt was a little big. She was beautiful in my eyes, and after I undid the snap of my pajamas and stepped out of them, I walked over to her.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Mom whispered and I came up to her, poking her in the stomach with my stiff dick as I opened my arms to hug her, and as I felt her arms go around me she said softly, “Please don’t ever hate me for this.”
“Hate you?” I asked, shaking my head as I bent down and kissed her.
I saw her eyes open wide when she felt my lips against hers like they had never been before, but after that initial shock her eyes closed and she began kissing me back, our tongues dueling as we clawed at each other’s back sides before falling onto the bed.
This was it, and I was not in control. Mom was. She wasted no time, perhaps afraid that if she thought about it she would change her mind, and as I fell onto her Mom’s hand was grabbing my dick and guiding me into her pussy.
“Omigod,” Mom gasped as my stiff dick slid into her, and as felt the warmness envelop me I was surprised at how snug a fit it was. “Yes!”
I started humping her, trying to close my ears to my mother’s moaning and clawing at me while she wrapped her legs around my ass and urged me to fuck her harder. Her words, not mine.
“Fuck!” Mom was screaming, the entrance of my cock into her pussy having somehow tripped a switch inside of her. “Fuck me babe. Fuck me hard! That’s it. Harder!”
I did my best, straining with all my might to keep from cumming as my greatest fantasy was happening, and I think I might have lasted longer if I hadn’t felt my mother’s pussy crush my cock as she came, her vice-like opening squeezing me while she had an orgasm that I helped create.
I lost it as Mom arched her neck off of the bed while every vein and tendon strained in her upper torso as her eyes rolled back, my cum filling the very womb I had come out of 18 years ago, and I was still spurting when Mom fell back into the bedding, letting out little sighs as my dick twitched inside of her.
“Oh honey, that was so good,” Mom gasped as we embraced. “You’re a wonderful lover.”
I didn’t know about that. Two minutes, according to the digital clock at bedside, and probably a little less than that, but they were the best two minutes of my life up until then, and judging by the way Mom had reacted, they were good for her too. She had actually felt me inside of her.
Going over onto my side, I faced the the most wonderful woman on the planet as she looked up to the ceiling while trying to catch her breath. Her breasts were flattened with her lying like that, chest heaving, and as I rubbed her plump nipple my eyes strayed to Mom’s armpit, exposed with her hands back behind her head.
The crater was smooth, and when I slid my thumb through the moist hollow I reminded her that it wasn’t Friday yet, which got her to giggle. She had shaved for my sake, I assumed, but it didn’t matter one way or the other to me, because all I wanted was her, after I had her all I wanted now was more.
Apparently, I wasn’t alone in wanting more because after a few minutes Mom was rolling me onto my back and telling me not to look. That was a sure way to get me to do just that. Her hair blocked the view for a minute, but I pulled it back behind her ear just in time to see her mouth inhale my limp and sticky peanut.
Slowly she lifted her head, stretching my dick upward as far as it went before burying her face back into my pubes. Up and down she went, and once our eyes met when she happened to look up at me. I mouthed the words “I love you” when I sensed her shame at what she was being seen doing to her son, but my cock was getting stiffer as she kept sucking.
She used her hand to stroke my near-erection while dipping down to suck on my nuts, taking each orb separately into her mouth and giving them a loving bath before licking her way up the underside of my cock. I was now hard, and Mom once again wasted no time.
She climbed on top of me, straddling my crotch while running my boner along her wet opening before dipping me inside of her. The sight of Mom, sweaty and stressed above me with her hair messy and her face flushed, was an unusual sight but incredibly erotic, and when she started to move up and down I couldn’t look for fear of cumming.
The way her banana boobs flopped around in front of her was so sexy that I nearly lost it, and only after I regained control was I able to open my eyes again. Grabbing her plaint boobs, I kneaded the soft flesh, her engorged nipples hard in my palms, and the rougher I mauled her tits, the better she liked it.
“That’s it, honey,” Mom said. “I like them treated rough. Pull on my teats. That’s it.”
I did everything I could to please her, even grabbing her nipples and pulling her breasts straight out, stretching the loose tubes as far out as I could, and her only response to to moan and encourage me to be rougher still.
“Honey – your cock,” Mom was grunting as sweat rolled down her sides and off her forehead, her salty language sending shivers all over my body. “Your cock feels so big in my tight cunt – so big – so good – gonna – gonna cum again!”
Like I was watching a horror film, my eyes took in the sight of my mother acting like a marionette on top of me, her arms jerking around crazily while her pussy convulsed around my dick and she cursed like a drunken sailor.
“Cum honey!” Mom shrieked, reaching back behind herself and grabbing my balls, and as she twisted and pulled my nuts they emptied inside of her before Mom finally collapsed on top of me.
“Mom – what’s wrong?” I asked as she sobbed uncontrollably into my neck, and after I held her she finally was able to look up at me.
“So good – that was so good honey,” Mom sniffed. “Forgive me but that was so good, it turned me into an animal! I forgot how good sex could be.”
Mom couldn’t lie very well, and whenever she had tried to tell me even a little white lie I had always been able to tell. She wasn’t lying now, and probably even wasn’t when she told me how big I felt inside of her long neglected body. I didn’t care if she had been exaggerating, and although it had excited me when she said it, I was beginning to think she was right. It didn’t matter, at least not when you were with someone you loved.
We didn’t get to sleep until the sun was coming up, and by then I had discovered that what I may lack in size I made up for in staying power. The times when I wasn’t actually hard, I was on the verge of getting there, and we had tried every position we could think of. Some weren’t possible for the obvious reason, and some worked better than others, but Mom was patient and nearly as insatiable as I was, right up until when dawn was breaking.
“I’m too sore, Frankie,” Mom said when my face had come up from between her legs after lapping her cum-filled pussy and ready to dive back in with my boner. “Really. Here. Let’s try something else.”
In a couple minutes we were both laughing at the results of Mom’s idea, which was doomed from the start, although the sight of me straddling her waist while she tried to squeeze her tits around my dick was funny.
“Let’s try it this way,” Mom said, and then I was on my back and Mom was bending over me, hugging herself while her spongy tits cradled my crimson dick, my hot flesh cool in the damp cleavage she had managed to create by contorting as she had.
“Oh man, that feels nice,” I sighed as my erection slid in between her tits.
“It even looks like I have breasts when I bend over like this,” Mom said, and then apologized after I had given here a look to remind her that we had promised we were never going to put ourselves down again.
“I love your tits, Mom,” I gasped. “This feels so good.”
“How’s this then?” Mom asked, and managed to lick the tip of my cock when it managed to peek out from the fleshy cavern.
“Oh man!” I groaned. “That fells – it feels…”
“Gonna cum again honey?” Mom asked, lifting her head up briefly before bending back down and licking as her body moved up and down. “Cum for me honey. Cum on my face.”
My whole body tingled as my orgasm ran through me, and although Mom’s hair hanging down blocked my view briefly, when I pulled her hair back I saw the last spurt land next to her nose along with the other ropes of semen that had been deposited there seconds earlier.
“I think I need a shower,” Mom said with a laugh as my semen rolled down her face.
“WE need one,” I said, and we took one together.
Even in the bright light of the bathroom Mom’s aging body looked great to me. The damage that had been done, the reddened back and raw looking knees, I soaped up gingerly, and she did the same to my equally tender areas.
“This fellow looks sore,” Mom said as her soapy hand caressed my limp dick. “I can’t believe a man could – you know – so many times.”
“I was saving it up for a while,” I reminded her as I savored the feel of Mom’s hand on my cock. “Don’t stop. That feels so good.”
“You can’t actually be getting it up again?” Mom giggled as he felt my dick start to swell under her touch.
“Don’t think so, but please don’t stop. I love you so much.”
“I love you too honey,” Mom said, and in a minute or so she watched as I made the face that I had made several times earlier that night.
I wasn’t close to being hard, but when Mom felt my dick spasm in my palm she knew I was cumming. I doubt whether I ejaculated much, if anything. Regardless, it felt good just the same and the shower spray washed whatever had come out off of my mother’s thigh.
“Just in time. We’re running out of hot water,”
Mom said, and after we felt the temperature change we rinsed off fast and dried each other off.
Back in Mom’s bedroom, we looked at the mess we had made. Sheets stained all over the place, with sweat, body fluids, and even some traces of blood from my raw knees made it look like a crime scene. I helped Mom change the sheets, and after we were done I wondered whether I should go to my own bed, but Mom made it clear where she wanted me.
“Just keep your hands to yourself,” Mom chuckled after I spooned in behind her, and although I couldn’t do that, the hand that was cupping her breast was gentle and loving as we fell asleep.
The next morning, or should I say later that morning, Mom had gotten up before me and had breakfast waiting for me even though it was nearly noon. I had been worried that things would be different between us, but they weren’t, at least not in a way that anyone would notice.
Later that night, after I had gotten home from my part-time job, we ate dinner and watched a movie together before Mom announced she was turning in. I killed the set and walked down the hall with her, ready to play around with the computer until I got tired, but when we reached her doorway she stopped and gave me a subtle look with her eyes toward her room.
“You don’t have to, you know,” Mom said. “I love the feel of cuddling up with a man again though.”
Mom didn’t even get the sentence out before I had ducked inside with her, and although we started to get ourselves undressed, before long we were tearing each other’s clothes off, and my cock was already hard by the time my underwear cam down.
“What am I going to do with you?” Mon asked as her fist seized my erection.
“Anything you want to,” I told her as she pulled me into bed with her. “I’m up for anything.”
“So I notice,” Mom said before her mouth covered mine and our tongues dueled. “So I notice.”
thank you for reading