Mommy’s Home

by George Glass

Summary: After returning from a long business trip, a loving single mother spends some quality time with her uniquely gifted young son. (mother/son incest, straight shota, hyper, preg risk)

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Ellie walked through the door of her condo and dropped her luggage at her feet. She'd just returned from a four-day business trip to New York, and thanks to a packed schedule of meetings and the addition of a two-and-half-hour delay to the five-and-a-half hour flight, she was exhausted. She could barely summon the energy to shout up the stairs.

"Mara! Eric! I'm back!"

"Mom! You're home!" the sandy-haired, waist-high tornado that was her son shouted as he came charging downstairs. The boy half-ran, half-crashed into her and threw his arms around her.

She dropped to her knees and hugged him with equal enthusiasm. No one else could make walking through the front door such a joyful event.

"I'm so glad to see you, big man," she said, holding him tight.

From the top of the stairs, Ellie heard a chuckle, and then a woman's voice said, "Hey, Sis."

Ellie looked up and saw her younger sister Mara, clothed in a faded concert T-shirt, plain denim shorts, and sandals—and yet looking annoyingly hot. Ellie gave her the stink eye.

"How is it that you can look gorgeous in absolutely anything?" Ellie asked with indignation that was only half feigned.

Mara ran two fingers down her own cheek. "Hey, it's not my fault I got more of Dad's Colombian coffee and you got more of Mom's Polish pale."

"I was ripped off," Ellie griped. "Recessive genes, my ass. Oops," she said, glancing down at Eric. "You didn't hear that last part."

The boy looked up with mock innocence. "You mean the part when you said-"

"You say it and I'll smack it," Ellie said, playfully raising a hand. The boy shrieked and ran back up the stairs to hide behind Mara.

Ellie lugged her suitcase up the stairs and exchanged a big hug with her sister. Afterward, while their bodies were still in contact, Mara looked down and smiled mischievously.

"At least we both got Abuelita Consuela's boobs." Then she turned to Eric, who was still right behind her. "You didn't hear THAT, either."

"Ha!" said the boy, grinning. "You said 'boobs,' and I don't have any, so you can't smack them!"

"No," said Mara, "but I can smother you with mine!"

She grabbed the boy's head and shoved it between her breasts, holding him there with her arm as he struggled to escape, giggling all the while. Finally, she let him go, and he ran off to his room, squealing joyously.

Ellie turned to Mara. “Thank you so much for watching Eric on such short notice. The main office has never called an emergency meeting before. I hope I didn’t mess up any of your plans.”

With good-natured sarcasm, Mara replied, “Oh, yeah, it was hell interrupting my busy schedule of reading the want ads and eating cereal for lunch to come up here and watch your fifty-inch TV, eat your gourmet takeout, and hang out with the world’s most huggable five-year-old.”

“Did he get to bed on time?”

“Of course,” Mara said with a naughty smile.

“And which bed was it, exactly?” Ellie replied.

“Don’t get the wrong idea,” Mara said, playing innocent. “I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t do.”

Mara had her there. Ellie moved closer to her until their heads were almost touching.

“You,” Ellie whispered, “were always the bad one.”

“If I was the bad one,” said Mara, “you were the worse one.” Then she gave Ellie a decidedly un-sisterly kiss on the lips.

Mara went and said goodbye to Eric, then returned to the living room with her roller bag.

“I’ve got to head back,” she said. “I have a job interview in the morning.”

“Then I’d better give you a kiss for luck,” Ellie said. She kissed Mara again, this time delicately probing her beautiful sister’s mouth with her tongue for just a moment before finishing the kiss.

“I feel luckier already,” Mara said, smiling slyly. “Bye now.”

Mara went down the stairs and out the door. From the living room window, Ellie watched her get into her car and drive away before heading for the doorway of Eric’s room. The boy was sitting on the floor, making little motor noises as he played with his toy cars.

“So,” Ellie said, “want to come to my room and help Mommy get out of these clothes?”

The boy grinned and nodded.

Not wanting to spend another second in her heels, Ellie took off her shoes and walked in her stockings into the condo’s master bedroom. Eric scampered after her, his toy cars completely forgotten for the moment.

When they got to Ellie’s room, she went straight into her walk-in closet and took off her black suit jacket. Her son, now sitting on the carpet just outside the open closet door, watched intently.

“Oh, it’s so good to get out of this outfit,” she said, hanging up the jacket. Then, giving her little boy a teasing smile, she added, “After being on an airplane for so long, I feel like I just want to take off everything.”

She peeled off her stockings, then slowly unbuttoned her burgundy blouse, revealing the lacy black bra that supported her substantial breasts. She took off the blouse and put it into a bag with other garments she would be taking to the dry cleaners.

Eric’s eyes were utterly glued to her now; the little boy just loved his mother’s big chest. Enticingly, Ellie cupped one breast in her hand for a moment, then slid her palm down her side, over her waist, to her hip, so that it stopped where the zipper for her skirt began. Taking her time, she unzipped the skirt, then dropped it into the dry-cleaning bag—slowly turning as she did so that Eric could see her wide hips, then the profile of her lush bottom, which was clad in lacy black panties that matched the bra, and finally the full width of her big, shapely ass.

The boy fell forward onto his elbows, smiling dreamily as he said, “You’re so pretty, Mommy.”

“Thank you, baby,” Ellie cooed, looking at him over her shoulder as she reached behind her and dexterously unhooked her bra. Then, teasingly, she asked, “Now, do you want to see Mommy’s titties?”

His answer was a forgone conclusion. The boy’s eyes were glued to his mother’s body as he said, “Uh-huh.”

She let the bra drop, then slowly turned back around to face him, showing him her breasts in their full glory. Their size normally made them hang down a bit, but arousal was lifting them erect. As she knelt down on the carpet to be at eye level with Eric, her large nipples hardened, pointing straight at her son.

“Now,” she said a bit breathily, “come feel Mommy up.”

The boy smiled and ambled over to her, then put one small hand on each of her big breasts. His fingers moved all over her chest, touching, feeling, squeezing. He loved touching them, and she never discouraged him from doing so as long as they were alone. It was the best thing she could give him in return for his special gift. Sometimes, although they were very large already, she fantasized that she could make them even larger, impossibly huge, and let him play with them and suck them and fuck them whenever he wanted. It would be so lovely to give him a reward like that, so lovely to have him want to fondle her always.

“I like them so much, Mommy,” the boy breathed.

She stroked his hair. “And I really like that you like them, baby. Would you play with Mommy’s nipples for her?”

“Uh-huh.”

The boy fingered, pinched, and rolled his mother’s stiff, dark nipples in his little hands. Thanks to some explicit feedback from his mother over the preceding months, he was beginning to understand how she liked him to touch her.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Ellie said. Then, in keeping with what was becoming a ritual between them, she said, “There’s one little problem, though.”

“What’s that, Mommy?” the boy said, smiling because he already knew the answer.

“You have way too many clothes on.”

The boy took his hands from his mother’s breasts and lifted his arms so that Ellie could pull off his striped shirt. Then she ran her hands over his smooth chest and—also in keeping with their routine—bent her head down to plant one light, quick kiss on each of his little brown nipples.

Straightening up again, she said, “Well, that’s a little better. But we can do better still.”

She reached down and, slowly, unzipped his shorts. With a little tug, she brought them down around his ankles, and the boy stepped out of them.

If anyone had been there to see this taboo exchange between mother and son, it would be at this point that they would notice that there was something unusual about Eric apart from his precocious sexual behavior. The boy’s jockey-style underpants were specially made, conforming neatly to his small bottom but pouching out substantially in the front, providing far more room than a normal boy would need. This peculiar feature was made particularly noticeable by the substantial, growing bulge inside.

“Oooooh,” Ellie said, gently rubbing that bulge and smiling at her son as it grew. “It makes me so happy when you get nice and big for me, my gifted boy.”

That was how she thought of him. She didn’t think of her son as deformed. His growth was just extremely advanced in one part of his anatomy. Yes, it meant having to buy him tailored pants and underwear, but it didn’t mean he was a freak. He was just…special.

“Now,” Ellie said as she lithely rose to her feet, “would you like to take off Mommy’s panties and come to bed with her?”

The boy nodded soberly, then grasped the hem of Ellie’s black lace panties with his fingertips and pulled downward, revealing his mother’s neatly trimmed, dark-brown pubic patch as he brought her undies down to her feet.

“Good boy,” Ellie said. “Now, go and stand up on Mommy’s bed.”

The boy half-jogged into the bedroom, clambered up onto the bed, and stood up. This, too, was part of their pattern.

She went to him and again rubbed the bulge in the front of Eric’s underwear, making the boy smile. She didn’t want to make him fully hard just yet—that would be uncomfortable for him with his jockeys still on—but she always liked to grow it about halfway before getting to the part of their ritual that Ellie thought of as “the unveiling.”

Wanting to make the reveal as deliciously gradual as possible, Ellie slowly pulled down the waistband of Eric’s underwear. Now, the boy’s unique feature became more obvious as she revealed the base of his penis, whose girth appeared impossibly wide for that of such a young boy.

Ellie licked her lips and continued pulling the boy’s underwear down, revealing inch…after inch…after inch of thick male shaft.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighed. “My beautiful, beautiful boy…”

Finally, the waistband crossed over the boy’s glans, and his cock hung free. Ellie couldn’t help but stare at it: It was only partly erect, and yet it was nearly the length of Eric’s forearm.

Almost reverently, she took it in her hand and began to rub it lovingly. At the same time, a grinning Eric returned his hands to his mother’s big breasts, his small fingers again gripping and squeezing her nipples the way she liked. She loved that he was increasingly taking the initiative during their special bedroom games. Before long, she hoped, he would be initiating some of these sessions himself, seducing her with his eyes and his smile and that big bulge in his trousers.

Perhaps encouraged by the lusty look that came over Ellie’s face in response to her son’s touch, Eric bent his head down to her breast and began thoroughly licking her large, stiff nipple. Ellie moaned softly.

“Oh, sweet boy,” she breathed. “You’re so good to Mommy’s titties…”

He took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck. His small hands went to either side of the breast he was suckling, taking firm hold of it. Ellie felt a growing wetness between her thighs, and her hands rubbed her son’s cock more firmly, lengthening it, hardening it. Soon, she was gasping, aroused by the feel of his eager mouth on her breast and of the solid maleness in her hands, which was now so thick that her palm and fingers could not go all the way around the base as she held it.

Then the boy pulled his head away from her breast, and she gazed down at his fully erect penis. It would look huge on a grown man, and it appeared gigantic against Eric’s small body. The drop of precum that oozed from its head only enhanced the already incredible contrast between his massive, adult-like member and his slim, youthful physique.

Her hand slid down the underside of the long shaft to his balls and cupped them as best it could. The two baseball-sized orbs more than filled her hand.

“Mommy,” Eric said, “can I put it inside you now?”

A thrill went through her. He had never before asked her this question; in all of their previous sessions, it had been she who had coaxed him into her bed, persuaded him to lie on top of her, then asked him to push his great maleness into her.

“Yes, sweetheart,” she answered, her voice a breathy exhale.

She got onto the bed, lying back until her head rested on a pillow. Her son knelt down near her feet, a spark of eagerness in his eyes as she watched her spread her legs. Then he crawled between them, moving his naked body closer to hers.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered. “Climb on top of Mommy, and put your hips between Mommy’s thighs. Yes, just like that.”

She knew he didn’t really need the instruction. She just liked saying the words so as not to forget for even one second that this was her son, her baby boy, who was about to thrust his abnormally large cock into her and fuck her and pleasure her.

With his head between the mounds of her breasts, she stroked his hair with one hand as she reached down with the other, grasping his impossible thickness and maneuvering the head between her thighs, then between her labia.

“Push it in, sweetie,” she cooed. “Mommy wants your big, thick penis inside her, inside her cunt. Mommy knows how much you like to push it inside…”

The boy hadn’t needed the encouragement; Ellie was still speaking when he began pressing the head of his thick cock against and then into his mother’s soaking-wet pussy. Ellie groaned, squeezing her own big tits to heighten her pleasure as her well-endowed child’s rounded cockhead opened her hole wider and wider.

“Oh, yes, baby,” she moaned. “Open Mommy up. Open her so you can go nice and deep inside her.”

The boy pushed and pushed, and she gasped as his cockhead fully entered her. She felt her wide-open hole close slightly around his glans, as if it were trying to hold him inside her.

The young boy kept pushing, and now he was slowly sinking inch after inch of shaft into his mother’s eager cunt. She groaned and squirmed beneath her son as her pussy hungrily swallowed every inch he put in her, and ached for more.

“Yes, sweetie, feed Mommy’s pussy all that cock,” she gasped. “Don’t leave a single inch outside me, baby.”

Finally, she felt his hips come to rest against her wide-open thighs and his eager cockhead pressing against her cervix, deep within her. It was all in.

For several moments, she just lay there and held him, savoring the hugeness of him inside her. She could feel every inch of her vulva stretching to accommodate him, from her opening all the way up to the entrance to her womb.

She felt so very lucky. Her jerkwad of an ex-husband might have left her for another woman, but not before he had unwittingly helped her create his replacement, a lover who was everything he wasn’t: sweet, sensitive, loving, and so very, very well hung.

Her hands went to his small ass, squeezing lovingly, lustily, as she whispered to him.

“You’ve filled me all up, baby. You’re so big, and you’ve made mommy so full…”

God, she thought, if he’s this big at age five, what will he be like at six, or ten, or fifteen?

She imagined how it would be, taking that cock night after night as it grew ever longer and thicker, making her cunt stretch wider and wider to take its huge girth. It would ruin her for other men, but so what? This sweet boy was all the man she would ever need.

He started thrusting, slowly. She had known that he would; the way her cunt tightly gripped the entire length of his cock made even the slightest movement pleasurable for him. And for her.

“Hafta push it in and out, Mommy,” her boy whispered, his voice dreamy. “Feels too good inside you…”

“Yes, sweetheart,” she whispered. “Go ahead and fuck Mommy’s cunt. Mommy loves to feel your cock moving inside her.”

This was part of why she liked having Eric on top of her. It wasn’t just for the times when he would suck her tits while he fucked her (his head was at just the right height for it); it was because she loved being beneath him, wide open to him, letting him control the pace and the depth so she could lie there and simply feel all of it—his skin, his touch, and his thick, deeply penetrating maleness within her.

I’ll have to introduce him to doggystyle one of these days, she thought. That would give him even more control. And I know he likes my ass.

He began to go just a little faster, a little harder, and she could feel his freakishly large balls colliding softly with her ass with every thrust. The sensation was a huge turn-on for her; she loved to think of all the cum those balls were making, the seed building up inside his body, waiting to jet out, hot and thick and so very much, shooting from the tip of his cock where it pushed against her cervix and flooding into her womb.

“Good boy,” she cooed in his ear. “Keep pumping me. Doesn’t Mommy’s pussy feel nice and tight and warm around you?”

“Uh-huh,” the boy said. “Love your pussy, Mommy…”

“Keep loving it, sweetheart,” she panted. “Love it nice and deep.”

The boy’s breathing grew louder as he thrust harder, faster.

“Gonna come in you soon, Mommy,” her son gasped. “Gonna…gonna be a lot…gonna fill you up…”

Thinking it was arousing enough, but actually hearing Eric say it drove her almost mad with lust. She fucked her hips back at him harder and pulled him tight against her, desperate for him.

“Keep fucking me, baby,” she moaned, almost begging. “Keep fucking Mommy’s cunt, Mommy loves your cock in her cunt, keep fucking her, fuck Mommy deep, Mommy wants it all the way in, Mommy wants your cum deep inside her…”

Her words seemed to have the same effect on Eric that his words had had on her. He began fucking her as hard as he could, forcing his small hips against her thighs and his huge cockhead against the entrance of her womb with every stroke.

“That’s- it- baby-“ Ellie gasped. “Pump- Mommy- hard!”

He pounded her, his cockhead slamming into her deepest place again and again. It was the sweetest pain imaginable. Only one thing could make it more glorious.

“Cum in Mommy,” she pleaded, “please cum in Mommy, please please please PLEASE!”

“AAAAAAAH!” the boy screamed, shoving his cock into Ellie’s body as deep as it would go and unleashing a torrent of cum, and she could actually feel it, the force and volume of it pushing her cervix wide open and rushing into her womb, right where it was meant to go, to fill her and satisfy her.

“You’re cumming!” she screamed. “OH, GOD!”

She came, her whole body wrapping around him and squeezing him, inside and out, never wanting to let go of him and his cock and all the cum he was flooding her with. Her fingers and arms and thighs held him tight, holding him inside her, making sure all that cum went right where she needed it to be.

When the ecstasy finally ended, she lay there with her panting son on top of her, still rooted deep inside her. She could feel his warm cum moving within her as her inner muscles, acting of their own accord, squeezed and relaxed in sequence, reflexively pushing more of the thick seed up into her womb.

She thought back to the first time he had ejaculated into her, which had been just six weeks ago. The volume of semen that dripped out of her afterward was what she would expect from a grown man in his prime who hadn't cum in about a week. And the last time they had fucked, the night before she left for her business trip, she had him pull out before he came and finished him off with her hands--it took both, she recalled fondly--causing him to shoot his seed straight into a Pyrex measuring cup. After the boy's young body had finished pumping out as much of the precious liquid as it could, she had milked the rest from his cock with her hand, then held up the vessel up to the light. The surface of the thick, white fluid inside was just above the half-cup mark.

She told him how wonderful that was, even as she silently wished for the amount to increase, thinking how lovely it would be to feel a flood of her little boy's seed inside her body. And she would never forget the bright, sweet smile on Eric’s face when she raised the cup to her lips and drank every last drop from it.

"I like to have it inside me," she explained, returning his smile. "One way or the other. Some time, I'll drink it straight from your cock."

It was a funny thing: She had never before had any interest in performing oral sex on a man, let alone swallowing that man’s cum. But when it came to her beautiful little boy and his enormous endowment, there was nothing she didn't want to do with him, or for him.

Which brought her back to the subject of his semen, because there was an issue besides quantity that was of great interest to her: How long would it be before he could get her pregnant?

She knew that boys usually became able to ejaculate before their balls began making sperm to add to the mix. How long that gap was, she wasn't sure.

But "usually" was a useless metric when it came to her special son. Maybe it would be years before he became fertile. On the other hand, maybe he already was.

Maybe, she thought as her cunt involuntarily squeezed her son’s shaft, he's already gotten me pregnant. No, not ‘gotten me pregnant’; that sounds...teenage. Impregnated me. Put a baby in me. Maybe even Bred me. Oh, God, yes...

She tried to shut these thoughts out, scolding herself inwardly about how wrong it was to want such a thing. There were a dozen reasons why was a terrible idea that should be forever confined to her fantasies. But it was hard to keep these reasons in mind when even the slightest thought about the subject unleashed a rushing river of erotic images in her head:

—Another night like this one, she in her bed with Eric on top of her, pumping her slowly as he whispered to her nonstop, Wanna put a baby in you, Mommy…Wanna make you so big and pregnant…Have my baby, Mommy…

—Her son cumming inside her, his thick, copious seed flooding into her womb, his innumerable sperm searching eagerly for her waiting egg, one of them finding it and plunging in even as her little boy looked into her eyes and smiled, somehow knowing that he had just impregnated her.

—Sitting on the edge of her bed as she gave Eric the news that she was indeed pregnant, making the boy so excited that he pushed her onto her back, stripped off her panties, and fucked her for hours, thrusting in from on top of her and from behind, penetrating and pumping and seeding her eager body over and over as the boy’s precocious instinct to breed joined with hers to celebrate their victory.

She wondered what Eric would think if she told him about these fantasies. She had already talked with him about “the birds and the bees”; his condition, and her reaction to it, had made it necessary to explain at least the basics to him at an early age. But, surely, he would not be able to grasp the meaning or consequences of impregnating a woman, let alone his own mother.

No, she resolved, the fantasies were lovely, but she would be more than a fool to let them become reality. Tomorrow, she would go to her doctor and ask her to renew the prescription for birth control pills that Ellie had let lapse after the breakup with her ex-husband.

Just then, she felt Eric raise his body slightly and turn his head, laying it on her breast like a pillow. His cock hadn’t yet gone soft, and his every movement shifted it within her, sending faint thrills through her whole body despite her recent orgasm.

Tomorrow, she realized, she had a full schedule, and she would need to spend more time with Eric after having been gone so long. It wouldn’t be a good day to see the doctor. And then it would be the weekend, when the doctor wouldn’t be available. And, now that she thought about it, next week was going to be busy, too.

Oh, well, she thought, knowing full well that there was no real regret behind the words. I’ll get around to it one of these days…

Eric shifted again, and this time, the movement of his cock inside her felt deliberate—a slight withdrawal and a push back in. Her need began to return.

Eric lifted his head and said, “Can we do it again, Mommy?”

She looked at his sweet, eager face, and she could feel her breasts swelling with lust, her nipples hardening, her inner muscles beginning to pulse and flex around the thick shaft inside her, wanting it, wanting more.

“Yes, baby,” Ellie answered, her voice a lustful whisper. “Again and again and again.”

The boy smiled and began to move, his cock slowly pumping deep within her. Ellie sighed, and all thoughts of schedules and birth control and anything other than her beautiful son and his magnificent cock inside her were forgotten.

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