Jill didn't know she liked porn
Jill Scott unbuttoned her suit jacket and slid into the seat of her shiny silver Mercedes, and before she closed the door, she bent over to pull the black designer heels off her feet. She had to twist awkwardly with her trim knee-length black skirt so she could rub her sore soles; the pressure of her thumb digging into her instep doing wonders even for as little effect as it did. She gave a glance up at the small glass bowl on the concrete ceiling of the parking structure, sure that the security guy in his small booth was currently watching her.
In the male world in which she worked, she had long ago realized that she had to use every advantage that she could to help even the playing field. If she had to dress in tight blouses to reveal the size of her chest, while having a jacket or blazer over them to keep them hidden. The knee-length, or just shy of her knee, snug business skirts that she wore hinted at the legs and other curves that drew the 'old boys club' eyes. If the men she worked with were too busy staring at her figure, then her brains could do an end run around them. It was a strategy that had gotten her to where she was today. Sitting in an almost new luxury car wearing an expensive attire that possibly cost more than most women made in a week.
Jill slipped her heels back on her feet with a shiver of discomfort, but she had never managed to get used to driving without footwear so she had to accept the twinges until she could get home.
The time spent shuffling her car amidst the others going homeward did give her time to think and reflect on the day. Given a glass of wine during that time, it might even be pleasant. Save for the i*****lity and dangerousness of the thought.
At least the house wouldn't be empty when she got home.
It was ostentatious to have such a large house for only herself, but her husband, ex-husband rather, had decided that his secretary was more desirable than his house, his wife, and half his bank account. Her own salary was more than enough to live comfortably but she had her lawyer take the cheating bastard for all she could in retaliation for his humiliating her as he had done.
She was glad that her son Brian had chosen to stay with her after the divorce. She wanted no forced hold on him and had let him decide which of his parents with which to live. Jill thought it would have almost been just deserts if Brian had picked his father and his floozy girlfriend to have to care for a teen-age son. But no, as tempting as that might have been, she was glad that Brian had picked her.
Until he had gone off to college anyway.
He spent most of the year living near the university, studying his science stuff, most of which went over even her head.
During his summers off though, he came home to live. It was more affordable, as in free, to stay with his mother, only getting a job to pay for his own expenses. Not that he had much in the way of costs, as he watched his Netflix or whatever streaming service the k**s were on now, played on his X-station, or hung out with friends that he didn't see for much of the year. He was currently without a girlfriend, so there were no extra expenses there. Jill found that a little troubling, as she didn't want him out just screwing any girl with whom he could hook up. She wanted grandk**s, but not just yet. She was only forty-five, much too young to have the pattering feet and cries of 'Nanna!'
While slightly distracted by her thoughts, Jill almost didn't see the asshole in the overly large pickup change lanes in front of her. She tapped her brakes and hoped whoever was behind her was more focused than she. Jill was sure the size of the offending truck said something about the driver's penis size.
Jill debated pulling out her phone and texting Brian to let him know that she had gotten out of work early, which is to say, on time for a change, but the heavy traffic made that impossible. She really should buy some of those Bluetooth thingees. It made no difference; she would be home soon enough and they could then decide about dinner.
Brian was thoughtful enough most of the time when he was home, to either, have prepared something or to have ordered something in. Not that she could count on that today, as she would be home about two hours earlier than usual. It would be nice for a change to get home before the sun went down!
A half an hour later Jill was pulling into the long driveway of her house with a sigh of relief. Her feet were aching again. She parked the car near the front door as the weather was supposed to be clear overnight, but if that changed, she could have Brian pull it in the garage. She debated about walking the few dozen feet to the front door without her shoes, but decided the hot concrete would be worse than the expensive heels. Besides, in ten minutes she could be sitting in her large tub filled with bubbly hot water sipping a cocktail soaking the day's stress away. Maybe she could even have Brian bring her whatever they decided on for dinner and she could eat, drink, and listen to some Marvin Gaye or Barry White to relax.
Well, not Barry. That would only make her more conscious of the fact that she was lonely.
Not that she didn't have opportunities.
Hell, half the office would love to jump in the sack with her. None of them even discreetly hid that fact from her.
Jill didn't want the complications of an office romance, or even the difficulties of a one-night stand with someone she would occasionally see at work, much less any of her male co-workers. And she just didn't have the time to go trolling bars for a guy just to screw, or the stomach for most of the losers she would inevitably have to deal with in such a hopeless quest.
No, she'd just stay home and soak in her tub. She'd listen to some Adele, or even maybe some Madonna.
The front door was unlocked, so she knew Brian had to be home, his late-model-almost-beater car must be in the garage.
Jill dropped her heels inside the door and had to reorient herself to the loss of the three inches of altitude. She strode down the entry hall to the living room where she could hear the flat-screen TV. She was about to call out her son's name when she saw a topless woman stride across the 70-inch screen. A topless woman that was very clearly not any Hollywood starlet in an R-rated flick.
Brian was watching porn in her living room!
Jill was almost afraid to look towards her son sitting on the plush brown couch. Only her anger kept her from averting her eyes from whatever she might happen to see that no mother wanted to ever see, much less even think about their son's doing while alone. She was fortunate to find that he was fully dressed as he laid back with his ass barely still on the cushion.
He had a plain black tee covering his strong, but wiry build and a pair of dark khakis covered his lower half. His sandy brown-haired head turned as he became aware of her presence.
"Brian Scott!"
Jill's voice reached an octave it hadn't hit since her son was sixteen and had thrown a party with his friends and had destroyed one of her Valencia prints.
"Oh, hey mom. You're home early." Brian said easily, as if he hadn't noticed her volume or her tone.
This increased Jill's ire, adding to the fact that she noticed that he didn't stop or pause the adult movie.
"What the hell are you doing? In my living room?" Jill's voice maintained its state.
"You don't have to yell." His attention alternated between her and the screen. "What's it look like, I'm watching a movie."
Jill couldn't believe her son's attitude. As if he was watching 'Gladiator', 'Avatar', or some more current hit.
"That's not a movie, that's porn!" Jill's octave dropped but the volume stayed the same.
"I'm an adult. I can watch whatever I want." Brian's flat monotone voice never wavered under his mother's onslaught, neither retaliatory nor conciliatory.
Jill didn't know how to react to this non-reaction from her son. He didn't argue like he did when he was a teen, or instantly obey as he had as a younger boy.
"Not in my living room you can't! Jill's voice dropped half of its volume, but none of her intensity.
"Why not? I live here too. I didn't expect you to be home and I love the big screen." Brian stared back at his mother's greenish hazel eyes.
Jill could only stare back blankly at this logical resistance.
"I am an adult, mom. I don't have a girl right now, and I have certain needs that have to be relieved." He paused and gave her an intense look. "As I'm sure you do too."
Why was he not storming off? Or yelling back at her? Or any other normal response that she could react too? And what did he mean when he alluded to her needs?
Her anger still welled inside her with no outlet and Jill found her attention wander around the room to avoid her son's gaze. Her eyes happened to fall on the largest thing in sight, the TV occupying most of the one wall.
The large-breasted woman had knelt down in front of a naked man and was stroking his erection with both hands as she looked up at him with a lustfully lost look on her face. Jill wanted to turn away, but she was also afraid of finding her son's crotch in a similar state to the one on the large TV screen.
"You should be out finding a new girlfriend, not sitting here at home watching this ... filth!" Jill protested; her gaze stuck on the flat screen.
The barely legal pornstar was now giving the man a very sloppy blowjob, her eyes rapt with what she was doing. Little of the male actor was now shown except that part of him that wasn't being engulfed by the girl's frenetic oral talents.
"This is demeaning to women! She is little more than just a hole for his pleasure." Her words didn't match her inner feelings, as she felt a jealousy towards the actress at being able to have such a nice male sex organ to caress and please.
"Take it easy mom, it's just a porno. No one thinks that any of this is how sex really is. It's only to get you in the mood as they say."
"Turn it off." Jill's voice was only slightly louder than normal, but it carried all her maternal firmness. "Go to your room if you're going to ... do that!"
Jill shivered at the thought of what she was telling her son to do. It was something she didn't even want to contemplate him doing. She was even more stunned at his response.
"No. I'm going to stay right here. If I should feel the need come upon me, then I'm going to 'do that' right here."
His stony refusal to obey, without any yelling or any impression of anger, completely shook Jill's reality.
How dare he! This was her house!
This wasn't something that she would throw him out of the house over, but she had to somehow reassert her parental command.
She found it even harder to get her 'footing' as she kept glancing at the sex scene playing out a half dozen feet from her.
The girl was now on her hands and knees and the man was ramming into her like an incensed mating a****l.
Jill felt a pang in her own crotch.
Even as degrading as the scene appeared and as depraved as she felt for watching it, Jill almost wished it was her there on all fours.
She shook herself at the thought and made herself turn back to her son.
Sure enough, he had a tent in his cargo shorts that he didn't try to conceal from his mother. His right hand was rubbing over it casually.
"Brian! Stop that!" Jill's voice regained its earlier volume.
"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Sorry mom."
Jill, for the first time in her life, truly didn't know what to do.
And still she couldn't stop watching the action on the screen.
It wasn't long before the male actor reached his crescendo and he pulled out of the girl who spun about to receive his shooting sperm on her face and hair.
Jill almost brushed her own hair aside as the scene ended.
As much as she hoped that that would be the end of it, she knew better.
Also, the fact that she felt a dampness in her panties didn't help her anger.
Brian then declared with an easiness as if stating he was going to have pizza for dinner, "I need to pull out my dick, mom. If you don't want to see that, you need to leave the room."
What?
Jill turned her head for half a second to see that Brian had hitched his hips up and was indeed undoing his pants to free his erection.
She was speechless as she whipped her head back to the TV.
A new scene was starting.
It was an older woman, well dressed but still obviously a pornstar. A young man entered the room she was in, coming up behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
'Hello mom.' The young man said.
'Hello dear. How was your day?' The woman responded.
Jill wasn't sure where this was going and she was afraid to even think about it.
'Alright, but I couldn't wait to get home to my loving mother.'
"You can't be serious with this!" Jill's voice found a new octave. "How can you watch something so ... depraved?"
"Relax mom, they're not really related."
Jill really wanted to turn and face her son, to give him that look that only a mother can manage, but she couldn't turn and see him with his ... thing out.
"This is what you think is ... sexy?"
"Some guys like older women."
"Their mothers?"
"If they're sexy."
"Do you like older women?"
"I like all attractive women, regardless of their age."
"You don't think of me like that do you?"
"No. Not really." Brian then paused as if he had to clarify his position. "You are a very attractive woman. If you weren't my mother, I guess I wouldn't mind having a shot at you."
This stunned the already flabbergasted Jill even more.
The older woman and young man were now passionately kissing, his hands roaming over the woman's large but still clothed breasts. Soon their clothing began to fall from them.
Jill had to gasp when she saw how large the young actor's penis was; it almost seemed unnatural.
Brian had noticed his mother's exhalation and her intent gaze on the screen.
"Do you like that mom?"
"What? No! Of course not!" Jill said tersely.
She had lied to her son. Her eyes were glued to the huge dick on the screen and wasn't repulsed when the woman dropped to her knees to take as much of that monster into her mouth as she could manage. Jill's panties were now more than damp and she realized she had been twisting her hips and thighs to create some pressure on her crotch.
"I think you do." Brian said glibly.
Jill was in the middle of turning her head when she caught herself, but not before she saw enough to find that her son had really actually pulled out his dick. All she had glimpsed was the fleshy toned object in Brian's grasp; but enough to verify that it was his ... penis.
"Come on mom, sit down and watch the movie. You seem very interested in the TV." Brian urged his mother.
"No, I'm not sitting down. I'm not watching the TV; I'm just avoiding looking at you while you have your ... thing out." Jill's footing was as unsteady as her shaky argument, but there was no way she could sit in the room while he was doing ... that ... or while that movie was playing on her TV.
She tried to reassert her authority. Again.
"As a matter of fact, I am going to sit down. You are going to get up. You're going to turn that off, and you're going to go to your room. I mean it, I'm not going to stand here and argue with you. I'm your mother." Jill tried to sound as commanding as she could muster in her flustered state.
The older woman on the screen continued her blowjob, commenting to the young man of how much she loved sucking him.
'I love your big cock, honey! It's the best dick I've ever had!' She cooed.
'Suck my dick, mom! Get it really hard so that I can shove it in your wet pussy!' The 'son' responded.
'Oh! My pussy is so wet for you! I can't wait to get my son's huge dick in me and give me a really good fucking!' The mother said gleefully.
"Come on!" Jill cried out. "No one really talks like that!" Her eyes were still on the dick that was made extra-large by the big flat-screen.
"It's porn, mom." Brian said without elaboration.
"Yes, it is, and you need to turn it off. Right now." Jill tried to turn her face from the screen, but in the darkened room there really was nowhere else to focus.
"Sorry. I can't. At least, not until I finish."
Jill noticed his breathing was quicker.
She also realized her own heartbeat was racing.
And that her panties were now soaked.
"You can stay and watch if you want." Brian said breathily.
Jill wasn't sure if her son had meant the movie or himself.
It was at that moment that she couldn't resist the urge to look over at Brian.
He was still sprawled out on the couch, his ass barely on the cushion with his head resting against the couch's back. His fly was open wide, his underwear pushed down to allow access to his genitals. He had a hand wrapped around his ... thing and was slowly stroking himself.
Jill couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped her lips when she saw how ... large ... Brian was; his penis appeared as large as the one on the screen, relatively speaking.
Brian didn't appear to notice her loud breath, or that she was looking at him; he just continued watching the action as he ran his hand over his thick shaft.
Jill then realized that she had been teasing her fingers over one of her nipples.
Her very erect nipples.
She pulled her hand from her breast forcefully.
The woman on the screen continued sucking lavishly on the large cock before her while Jill's eyes flicked back and forth between both big dicks.
It may be her son's, but she had to concede that in its current state that it could only be considered a dick, or a cock.
That it was sooo big stunned her.
Brian was her ***********, even if he now outweighed her.
But she couldn't think of him as a baby with that monster in his hand.
She needed to sit.
To think.
Jill glanced at the chair across the room and knew she couldn't trust her legs to carry her that far. Or that she'd have to cross in front of Brian ... and his huge hard penis.
She shakily sat on the couch, paying no attention to how she sat, only that she had to get off her wobbly legs.
Jill's gaze was now straight at the TV screen and although she knew that there had to be some distance between her and Brian, she felt all too close to him right then. And not a closeness that she wanted to feel at that moment.
There was a chill on her thighs and Jill realized that as she had sat, her skirt had ridden up. In such a way that her panties would have been visible to anyone else in the room but not to Brian seated beside her. There was no one there to see her exposure, but it still gave her a little thrill.
Jill could sense the gently movement of the couch that let her know that Brian was continuing to stroke himself. The silence in the air between them was deafening, even as the slurping noises from the surround-sound speakers filled the room.
Jill's eyes darted to the side and she had to force her gaze away.
Her son was bigger than any other man that she had ever had seen in her life.
She then had to berate herself to think that, as if it was already predetermined that she would allow anything to happen between them.
She was his mother!
He was her son.
It was absurd to think that.
She glanced to the side again.
It was huge!
How could it be so big?
Jill realized that she was staring at her son's dick, his hand leisurely sliding up and down the thickly veined shaft. She turned her eyes away and onto the brightly lit TV screen. That didn't help. The actress had stopped using her mouth on the large cock and was now stroking it fiercely. With the man's face offscreen, Jill could only picture the dick that the woman was jerking off as her son's.
Jill then noticed that her bare knee was now touching Brian's also bare knee.
It was only their knees, but Jill felt an almost electric shock at the slight connection. She didn't pull her knee away, afraid he would think that she was frightened by that trivial touch, but also because of the thrill she felt at that gentle joining.
Without trying to break that touch but while seeming that she was, Jill wiggled on her cushion. Only after she stopped moving that she was she aware that she had actually slid down on the couch with her knees slightly wider and her panties now in plain sight, even to herself.
She felt a new wetness in her panties with the puddle that was already there.
"Come on, mom. Join me." Brian urged casually.
Jill jerked at the sound of her son's voice. She started to rise, backing away from what she assumed was his invitation to touch his incredibly large dick. And her gaze had returned to that fleshy tower.
Brian was looking at her with no expression on his face. Even as he continued to stroke his cock in front of his mother.
"That's not what I meant." He said calmly, clearly reading her false assumption. "I meant that you could rub yourself too."
What?
He thought she would play with herself in front of him!
She tried to keep her voice calmer than she felt as she answered him.
"I can't do that."
Jill settled back down on the couch, taking a deep breath.
"Not with you here." She added, as if conceding to the fact that she did in fact do that in private.
She saw his eyes flick to her face before returning to the glowing screen.
"Go ahead. Everyone does it. It's only natural." Brian urged way too coolly for Jill to understand his ease.
"I can't." Jill's voice trembled softly. "No."
She fought to keep her eyes on the wide screen before her and not the beautifully huge cock in her son's grasp. His hand slowly rising and falling on that massive member. Her skin was tingling, her nipples hard with excitement, and perspiration coated her brow.
Jill could feel the urge burning through her body and she tried to resist. She knew that at the least she should get up off the couch and retreat to her own bedroom so she could get her release in private, but she couldn't. This was her house. She shouldn't have to slink off to her room to rub her wet pussy. Brian wasn't going to make her run away afraid.
Her pussy was on fire.
The action on the TV. The action right beside her.
Jill couldn't stop herself.
She found her hand slowly making its way to her sodden crotch and then was rubbing her mound through her drenched panties.
"That's it, mom! Go on!" Brian's voice rose cheerfully.
Jill glanced at him, but if he had looked at her, she had missed it.
She was thankful that he wasn't staring at her, perving on his mom rubbing her pussy through her drenched underwear.
Jill felt a need flaming inside her, too great and too long denied to resist.
Brian was still seemingly casually stroking his massive cock and Jill couldn't help but look then as she massaged her fingers firmly over her pussy. She gazed in wonder at that beautiful hard cock. Her mouth was dry as her breathing deepened. Jill licked her parched lips and the sudden sensation of that thick long cock in her mouth made her gasp.
No!
She was his mother! She could never do that! It was bad enough that she was sitting there rubbing her panties as she glanced at Brian stroking his massive shaft of manhood. No! She shouldn't be thinking about how gorgeous of a penis that her son had, sitting there beside her slowly dragging his fingers up and down that marble-like flesh.
Marble-like and obviously also magnetic, as she u*********sly reached out with the hand that wasn't pressed against her cloth-covered pussy lips. She watched her fingers as if they were another woman's, stretching out towards that towering cock, that penis pillar. Those couldn't be her red-nailed fingers about to touch Brian's dick.
They were, because as those digits reached his rod, she felt the heat of his skin on her fingertips. Fingertips that slowly grazed up the smooth but uneven surface. Jill glanced up towards her son's face and she saw him looking back at her with a joyous wonder on his half-lit face. She couldn't maintain that gaze and turned her guilty mien back down to what her hand was doing with no control from her.
Jill was sure that Brian voiced no encouragement for what she couldn't stop herself from doing as to not break the spell that she was seemingly under. It was apparent that this was what both of them wanted.
As her fingers slowly trailed over that ... cock, it was as if there was a direct link between their tips and the drenched patch barely hidden between her legs. Jill tried to reason that she was merely just touching her son, even if it wasn't in a most appropriately way. It could be his bicep that she ran her fingers over, hard and bulging as if he was flexing it. This was just another part of his anatomy.
Even that reasoning failed to quench the forbidden delight that she felt at that naughty touch.
It was her son's huge cock that was in her grasp.
She was halfway to her knees already when she heard the son on the TV cry out to the older woman, 'suck my cock mom!'
Jill quickly moved between Brian's knees, and reached up to return her grasp to the thick shaft in her hand, feeling the heat of the marble-like skin. She obeyed the TV command and bent her head forward until her tongue reached out and touched the flared velvety dome of that cock. She then ran her tongue around the wide head and then under the rim, her lips caressing the softer head.
Jill's mouth was no longer dry, suddenly drenched with saliva as she ran her tongue and lips over this fabulous piece of fleshy steel. It felt so hard in her hand, like warm granite. Her fingers were unable to encircle the girth as she spun her hand around on the shaft. She also marveled at how it was so smooth as she caressed it with her fingers, her lips, and her hungry tongue.
Brian put a hand on her full mane of hair, pulling her head down until a good portion of his dick was in her mouth. It stretched her lips so wide they felt they might rip apart but she was able to get that monster inside.
'That's it, mom! Suck my cock!'
Jill heard the TV as if the son on the screen was right behind her.
Jill complied with the request as well as she could manage with the huge cock before her, gagging as it pushed against the back of her mouth. She fought that reflex action.
She couldn't believe that she was doing this with her son. Right in the living room. With a porno playing on the giant screen behind her. But here she was, Brian's amazingly large cock filling her mouth like none ever had before. Her motherly love came to the fore and she wanted to make this memorable for him as it was with her.
Jill had some initial difficulty getting that humungous cock between her lips, but she kept at it and the action of doing this had the effect of making her panties even wetter. She'd had a few large dicks in her time, none like this but large enough, and she worked at it until she managed to get the cock into her throat. Jill used long deep sucking to work Brian into quite a state as his hips twitched up at her face. After a few minutes and twice having to pull off to regain her breath, she finally touched her lips to pubic hair. The loud groans she heard were a testament to her long-dormant skills.
Jill felt a pang of guilt for having done as she had, but her pride at the accomplishment outweighed it. The sensation of having him fill her mouth and down her throat was just too exciting.
She pulled back off and was bobbing her lips around and down the shaft when she suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have a cock like this buried deep in her pussy. The thought had her nearly ready to cum herself.
Jill looked up at Brian's face and he was staring back at her with such loving devotion and also a great amount of lust.
'Ride my big cock, mom! I want you to fuck me like a slut!'
Brian only stared at her, the amazement that she had actually stuck his dick in her mouth very evident. She didn't think that he would even think such a thing, much less voice it as the TV son had done, but right then Jill could think of nothing else.
She rose as his eyes followed her, staring almost vacantly at her.
Jill lifted up her skirt. “Pull my panties off, and smell your Mothers wetness”, she said in low, sultry voice.
Brian’s hand guided her sullen, wet panties down. Jill stepped out of them and straddled his lap while he brought them to his nose. He took a deep breath and held them on his face for a few seconds. He tossed them aside and he felt his throbbing cock touch her wet pussy lips.
She reached down to take hold of that incredible dick, and guided it to her opening.
Jill sighed loudly as the head spread her wide.
She paused a second with her son's dick just within her pussy lips knowing that she was about to cross a line. With a sigh she dropped her weight down letting quarter of his length sink into her tight hole. Another sigh slipped from her lips, this one guttural. After a pause of one breath she wiggled so that approximately half her son's dick was inside her.
All arguments about how wrong this was were quickly forced from her head as Brian's huge cock filled her fuller than she'd ever been before. Just this half of his dick would be enough to get her off if she allowed it, but if she was going to allow her son to put his giant cock in her then she was going to take the whole thing!
Jill had to struggle to work herself down fully onto to her son's cock, sliding up and down slowly as it sank deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt the head push against her cervix, something she'd never felt before, but there was still a bit of dick still exposed. She reoriented her position until she felt a shift inside her and she was able to drop down onto his thighs.
This was nothing like she had ever experienced. It was a fullness she hadn't thought possible.
He flexed inside her and it was enough to set her off.
The orgasm caught her off guard with not only its suddenness, but also with how strongly it hit her. Jill quaked as her bliss enveloped her and left her quivering with delight.
Brian's hands were on her chest, grabbing her breasts through her blouse as she started to fall forward.
Jill was barely aware of anything besides the cock that was stuffed inside her. She wiggled her hips, allowing some of the wondrous staff to slip out of her before pushing it back in. She continued this, even sliding up half that length as she gasped and groaned as she welcomed it back home.
She could feel a second orgasm quickly building as she rode Brian's cock, the thick shaft pushing her pussy lips wide as it slid in and out of her. Jill didn't try to fight it or to hold it off, letting the wave of ecstasy rise up within her until she couldn't resist it. This one was far stronger than the first, and whereas that one had hit her and then passed on, the second continued for many long moments after it crested, wreaking its will on her overwhelmed body.
"Aaaaaahh!" Jill wailed when she could vocalize again.
"God, mom! I'm gonna cum too!" Brian yelled as he grabbed his mother's hips to increase the speed with which she was bouncing on his shaft.
Jill could actually feel her son's cum spray her insides and that made her cum again knowing that Brian's seed was filling her pussy. Her son was shooting his thick semen into her womb; the womb from which he had come.
She did then fall forward onto her son's chest, still trembling from her mind-bending orgasms.
Even as great as they had been, she had gone too long without a good fucking and she wanted more. She was disappointed that Brian had already cum and regretted that they were now done even as she realized the weight of their deed. Having done this, things between them would never be the same again. Some regret began to seep into her.
"So, what did you think about the movie?" He asked wryly, then laughed.
Jill had to laugh at the absurdity of his question. And she was shocked that Brian was still hard inside her.
"More?" She was able to croak out.
He answered with a wide smile.
"The movie is not over mom!!!"
In the male world in which she worked, she had long ago realized that she had to use every advantage that she could to help even the playing field. If she had to dress in tight blouses to reveal the size of her chest, while having a jacket or blazer over them to keep them hidden. The knee-length, or just shy of her knee, snug business skirts that she wore hinted at the legs and other curves that drew the 'old boys club' eyes. If the men she worked with were too busy staring at her figure, then her brains could do an end run around them. It was a strategy that had gotten her to where she was today. Sitting in an almost new luxury car wearing an expensive attire that possibly cost more than most women made in a week.
Jill slipped her heels back on her feet with a shiver of discomfort, but she had never managed to get used to driving without footwear so she had to accept the twinges until she could get home.
The time spent shuffling her car amidst the others going homeward did give her time to think and reflect on the day. Given a glass of wine during that time, it might even be pleasant. Save for the i*****lity and dangerousness of the thought.
At least the house wouldn't be empty when she got home.
It was ostentatious to have such a large house for only herself, but her husband, ex-husband rather, had decided that his secretary was more desirable than his house, his wife, and half his bank account. Her own salary was more than enough to live comfortably but she had her lawyer take the cheating bastard for all she could in retaliation for his humiliating her as he had done.
She was glad that her son Brian had chosen to stay with her after the divorce. She wanted no forced hold on him and had let him decide which of his parents with which to live. Jill thought it would have almost been just deserts if Brian had picked his father and his floozy girlfriend to have to care for a teen-age son. But no, as tempting as that might have been, she was glad that Brian had picked her.
Until he had gone off to college anyway.
He spent most of the year living near the university, studying his science stuff, most of which went over even her head.
During his summers off though, he came home to live. It was more affordable, as in free, to stay with his mother, only getting a job to pay for his own expenses. Not that he had much in the way of costs, as he watched his Netflix or whatever streaming service the k**s were on now, played on his X-station, or hung out with friends that he didn't see for much of the year. He was currently without a girlfriend, so there were no extra expenses there. Jill found that a little troubling, as she didn't want him out just screwing any girl with whom he could hook up. She wanted grandk**s, but not just yet. She was only forty-five, much too young to have the pattering feet and cries of 'Nanna!'
While slightly distracted by her thoughts, Jill almost didn't see the asshole in the overly large pickup change lanes in front of her. She tapped her brakes and hoped whoever was behind her was more focused than she. Jill was sure the size of the offending truck said something about the driver's penis size.
Jill debated pulling out her phone and texting Brian to let him know that she had gotten out of work early, which is to say, on time for a change, but the heavy traffic made that impossible. She really should buy some of those Bluetooth thingees. It made no difference; she would be home soon enough and they could then decide about dinner.
Brian was thoughtful enough most of the time when he was home, to either, have prepared something or to have ordered something in. Not that she could count on that today, as she would be home about two hours earlier than usual. It would be nice for a change to get home before the sun went down!
A half an hour later Jill was pulling into the long driveway of her house with a sigh of relief. Her feet were aching again. She parked the car near the front door as the weather was supposed to be clear overnight, but if that changed, she could have Brian pull it in the garage. She debated about walking the few dozen feet to the front door without her shoes, but decided the hot concrete would be worse than the expensive heels. Besides, in ten minutes she could be sitting in her large tub filled with bubbly hot water sipping a cocktail soaking the day's stress away. Maybe she could even have Brian bring her whatever they decided on for dinner and she could eat, drink, and listen to some Marvin Gaye or Barry White to relax.
Well, not Barry. That would only make her more conscious of the fact that she was lonely.
Not that she didn't have opportunities.
Hell, half the office would love to jump in the sack with her. None of them even discreetly hid that fact from her.
Jill didn't want the complications of an office romance, or even the difficulties of a one-night stand with someone she would occasionally see at work, much less any of her male co-workers. And she just didn't have the time to go trolling bars for a guy just to screw, or the stomach for most of the losers she would inevitably have to deal with in such a hopeless quest.
No, she'd just stay home and soak in her tub. She'd listen to some Adele, or even maybe some Madonna.
The front door was unlocked, so she knew Brian had to be home, his late-model-almost-beater car must be in the garage.
Jill dropped her heels inside the door and had to reorient herself to the loss of the three inches of altitude. She strode down the entry hall to the living room where she could hear the flat-screen TV. She was about to call out her son's name when she saw a topless woman stride across the 70-inch screen. A topless woman that was very clearly not any Hollywood starlet in an R-rated flick.
Brian was watching porn in her living room!
Jill was almost afraid to look towards her son sitting on the plush brown couch. Only her anger kept her from averting her eyes from whatever she might happen to see that no mother wanted to ever see, much less even think about their son's doing while alone. She was fortunate to find that he was fully dressed as he laid back with his ass barely still on the cushion.
He had a plain black tee covering his strong, but wiry build and a pair of dark khakis covered his lower half. His sandy brown-haired head turned as he became aware of her presence.
"Brian Scott!"
Jill's voice reached an octave it hadn't hit since her son was sixteen and had thrown a party with his friends and had destroyed one of her Valencia prints.
"Oh, hey mom. You're home early." Brian said easily, as if he hadn't noticed her volume or her tone.
This increased Jill's ire, adding to the fact that she noticed that he didn't stop or pause the adult movie.
"What the hell are you doing? In my living room?" Jill's voice maintained its state.
"You don't have to yell." His attention alternated between her and the screen. "What's it look like, I'm watching a movie."
Jill couldn't believe her son's attitude. As if he was watching 'Gladiator', 'Avatar', or some more current hit.
"That's not a movie, that's porn!" Jill's octave dropped but the volume stayed the same.
"I'm an adult. I can watch whatever I want." Brian's flat monotone voice never wavered under his mother's onslaught, neither retaliatory nor conciliatory.
Jill didn't know how to react to this non-reaction from her son. He didn't argue like he did when he was a teen, or instantly obey as he had as a younger boy.
"Not in my living room you can't! Jill's voice dropped half of its volume, but none of her intensity.
"Why not? I live here too. I didn't expect you to be home and I love the big screen." Brian stared back at his mother's greenish hazel eyes.
Jill could only stare back blankly at this logical resistance.
"I am an adult, mom. I don't have a girl right now, and I have certain needs that have to be relieved." He paused and gave her an intense look. "As I'm sure you do too."
Why was he not storming off? Or yelling back at her? Or any other normal response that she could react too? And what did he mean when he alluded to her needs?
Her anger still welled inside her with no outlet and Jill found her attention wander around the room to avoid her son's gaze. Her eyes happened to fall on the largest thing in sight, the TV occupying most of the one wall.
The large-breasted woman had knelt down in front of a naked man and was stroking his erection with both hands as she looked up at him with a lustfully lost look on her face. Jill wanted to turn away, but she was also afraid of finding her son's crotch in a similar state to the one on the large TV screen.
"You should be out finding a new girlfriend, not sitting here at home watching this ... filth!" Jill protested; her gaze stuck on the flat screen.
The barely legal pornstar was now giving the man a very sloppy blowjob, her eyes rapt with what she was doing. Little of the male actor was now shown except that part of him that wasn't being engulfed by the girl's frenetic oral talents.
"This is demeaning to women! She is little more than just a hole for his pleasure." Her words didn't match her inner feelings, as she felt a jealousy towards the actress at being able to have such a nice male sex organ to caress and please.
"Take it easy mom, it's just a porno. No one thinks that any of this is how sex really is. It's only to get you in the mood as they say."
"Turn it off." Jill's voice was only slightly louder than normal, but it carried all her maternal firmness. "Go to your room if you're going to ... do that!"
Jill shivered at the thought of what she was telling her son to do. It was something she didn't even want to contemplate him doing. She was even more stunned at his response.
"No. I'm going to stay right here. If I should feel the need come upon me, then I'm going to 'do that' right here."
His stony refusal to obey, without any yelling or any impression of anger, completely shook Jill's reality.
How dare he! This was her house!
This wasn't something that she would throw him out of the house over, but she had to somehow reassert her parental command.
She found it even harder to get her 'footing' as she kept glancing at the sex scene playing out a half dozen feet from her.
The girl was now on her hands and knees and the man was ramming into her like an incensed mating a****l.
Jill felt a pang in her own crotch.
Even as degrading as the scene appeared and as depraved as she felt for watching it, Jill almost wished it was her there on all fours.
She shook herself at the thought and made herself turn back to her son.
Sure enough, he had a tent in his cargo shorts that he didn't try to conceal from his mother. His right hand was rubbing over it casually.
"Brian! Stop that!" Jill's voice regained its earlier volume.
"A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Sorry mom."
Jill, for the first time in her life, truly didn't know what to do.
And still she couldn't stop watching the action on the screen.
It wasn't long before the male actor reached his crescendo and he pulled out of the girl who spun about to receive his shooting sperm on her face and hair.
Jill almost brushed her own hair aside as the scene ended.
As much as she hoped that that would be the end of it, she knew better.
Also, the fact that she felt a dampness in her panties didn't help her anger.
Brian then declared with an easiness as if stating he was going to have pizza for dinner, "I need to pull out my dick, mom. If you don't want to see that, you need to leave the room."
What?
Jill turned her head for half a second to see that Brian had hitched his hips up and was indeed undoing his pants to free his erection.
She was speechless as she whipped her head back to the TV.
A new scene was starting.
It was an older woman, well dressed but still obviously a pornstar. A young man entered the room she was in, coming up behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
'Hello mom.' The young man said.
'Hello dear. How was your day?' The woman responded.
Jill wasn't sure where this was going and she was afraid to even think about it.
'Alright, but I couldn't wait to get home to my loving mother.'
"You can't be serious with this!" Jill's voice found a new octave. "How can you watch something so ... depraved?"
"Relax mom, they're not really related."
Jill really wanted to turn and face her son, to give him that look that only a mother can manage, but she couldn't turn and see him with his ... thing out.
"This is what you think is ... sexy?"
"Some guys like older women."
"Their mothers?"
"If they're sexy."
"Do you like older women?"
"I like all attractive women, regardless of their age."
"You don't think of me like that do you?"
"No. Not really." Brian then paused as if he had to clarify his position. "You are a very attractive woman. If you weren't my mother, I guess I wouldn't mind having a shot at you."
This stunned the already flabbergasted Jill even more.
The older woman and young man were now passionately kissing, his hands roaming over the woman's large but still clothed breasts. Soon their clothing began to fall from them.
Jill had to gasp when she saw how large the young actor's penis was; it almost seemed unnatural.
Brian had noticed his mother's exhalation and her intent gaze on the screen.
"Do you like that mom?"
"What? No! Of course not!" Jill said tersely.
She had lied to her son. Her eyes were glued to the huge dick on the screen and wasn't repulsed when the woman dropped to her knees to take as much of that monster into her mouth as she could manage. Jill's panties were now more than damp and she realized she had been twisting her hips and thighs to create some pressure on her crotch.
"I think you do." Brian said glibly.
Jill was in the middle of turning her head when she caught herself, but not before she saw enough to find that her son had really actually pulled out his dick. All she had glimpsed was the fleshy toned object in Brian's grasp; but enough to verify that it was his ... penis.
"Come on mom, sit down and watch the movie. You seem very interested in the TV." Brian urged his mother.
"No, I'm not sitting down. I'm not watching the TV; I'm just avoiding looking at you while you have your ... thing out." Jill's footing was as unsteady as her shaky argument, but there was no way she could sit in the room while he was doing ... that ... or while that movie was playing on her TV.
She tried to reassert her authority. Again.
"As a matter of fact, I am going to sit down. You are going to get up. You're going to turn that off, and you're going to go to your room. I mean it, I'm not going to stand here and argue with you. I'm your mother." Jill tried to sound as commanding as she could muster in her flustered state.
The older woman on the screen continued her blowjob, commenting to the young man of how much she loved sucking him.
'I love your big cock, honey! It's the best dick I've ever had!' She cooed.
'Suck my dick, mom! Get it really hard so that I can shove it in your wet pussy!' The 'son' responded.
'Oh! My pussy is so wet for you! I can't wait to get my son's huge dick in me and give me a really good fucking!' The mother said gleefully.
"Come on!" Jill cried out. "No one really talks like that!" Her eyes were still on the dick that was made extra-large by the big flat-screen.
"It's porn, mom." Brian said without elaboration.
"Yes, it is, and you need to turn it off. Right now." Jill tried to turn her face from the screen, but in the darkened room there really was nowhere else to focus.
"Sorry. I can't. At least, not until I finish."
Jill noticed his breathing was quicker.
She also realized her own heartbeat was racing.
And that her panties were now soaked.
"You can stay and watch if you want." Brian said breathily.
Jill wasn't sure if her son had meant the movie or himself.
It was at that moment that she couldn't resist the urge to look over at Brian.
He was still sprawled out on the couch, his ass barely on the cushion with his head resting against the couch's back. His fly was open wide, his underwear pushed down to allow access to his genitals. He had a hand wrapped around his ... thing and was slowly stroking himself.
Jill couldn't prevent the gasp that escaped her lips when she saw how ... large ... Brian was; his penis appeared as large as the one on the screen, relatively speaking.
Brian didn't appear to notice her loud breath, or that she was looking at him; he just continued watching the action as he ran his hand over his thick shaft.
Jill then realized that she had been teasing her fingers over one of her nipples.
Her very erect nipples.
She pulled her hand from her breast forcefully.
The woman on the screen continued sucking lavishly on the large cock before her while Jill's eyes flicked back and forth between both big dicks.
It may be her son's, but she had to concede that in its current state that it could only be considered a dick, or a cock.
That it was sooo big stunned her.
Brian was her ***********, even if he now outweighed her.
But she couldn't think of him as a baby with that monster in his hand.
She needed to sit.
To think.
Jill glanced at the chair across the room and knew she couldn't trust her legs to carry her that far. Or that she'd have to cross in front of Brian ... and his huge hard penis.
She shakily sat on the couch, paying no attention to how she sat, only that she had to get off her wobbly legs.
Jill's gaze was now straight at the TV screen and although she knew that there had to be some distance between her and Brian, she felt all too close to him right then. And not a closeness that she wanted to feel at that moment.
There was a chill on her thighs and Jill realized that as she had sat, her skirt had ridden up. In such a way that her panties would have been visible to anyone else in the room but not to Brian seated beside her. There was no one there to see her exposure, but it still gave her a little thrill.
Jill could sense the gently movement of the couch that let her know that Brian was continuing to stroke himself. The silence in the air between them was deafening, even as the slurping noises from the surround-sound speakers filled the room.
Jill's eyes darted to the side and she had to force her gaze away.
Her son was bigger than any other man that she had ever had seen in her life.
She then had to berate herself to think that, as if it was already predetermined that she would allow anything to happen between them.
She was his mother!
He was her son.
It was absurd to think that.
She glanced to the side again.
It was huge!
How could it be so big?
Jill realized that she was staring at her son's dick, his hand leisurely sliding up and down the thickly veined shaft. She turned her eyes away and onto the brightly lit TV screen. That didn't help. The actress had stopped using her mouth on the large cock and was now stroking it fiercely. With the man's face offscreen, Jill could only picture the dick that the woman was jerking off as her son's.
Jill then noticed that her bare knee was now touching Brian's also bare knee.
It was only their knees, but Jill felt an almost electric shock at the slight connection. She didn't pull her knee away, afraid he would think that she was frightened by that trivial touch, but also because of the thrill she felt at that gentle joining.
Without trying to break that touch but while seeming that she was, Jill wiggled on her cushion. Only after she stopped moving that she was she aware that she had actually slid down on the couch with her knees slightly wider and her panties now in plain sight, even to herself.
She felt a new wetness in her panties with the puddle that was already there.
"Come on, mom. Join me." Brian urged casually.
Jill jerked at the sound of her son's voice. She started to rise, backing away from what she assumed was his invitation to touch his incredibly large dick. And her gaze had returned to that fleshy tower.
Brian was looking at her with no expression on his face. Even as he continued to stroke his cock in front of his mother.
"That's not what I meant." He said calmly, clearly reading her false assumption. "I meant that you could rub yourself too."
What?
He thought she would play with herself in front of him!
She tried to keep her voice calmer than she felt as she answered him.
"I can't do that."
Jill settled back down on the couch, taking a deep breath.
"Not with you here." She added, as if conceding to the fact that she did in fact do that in private.
She saw his eyes flick to her face before returning to the glowing screen.
"Go ahead. Everyone does it. It's only natural." Brian urged way too coolly for Jill to understand his ease.
"I can't." Jill's voice trembled softly. "No."
She fought to keep her eyes on the wide screen before her and not the beautifully huge cock in her son's grasp. His hand slowly rising and falling on that massive member. Her skin was tingling, her nipples hard with excitement, and perspiration coated her brow.
Jill could feel the urge burning through her body and she tried to resist. She knew that at the least she should get up off the couch and retreat to her own bedroom so she could get her release in private, but she couldn't. This was her house. She shouldn't have to slink off to her room to rub her wet pussy. Brian wasn't going to make her run away afraid.
Her pussy was on fire.
The action on the TV. The action right beside her.
Jill couldn't stop herself.
She found her hand slowly making its way to her sodden crotch and then was rubbing her mound through her drenched panties.
"That's it, mom! Go on!" Brian's voice rose cheerfully.
Jill glanced at him, but if he had looked at her, she had missed it.
She was thankful that he wasn't staring at her, perving on his mom rubbing her pussy through her drenched underwear.
Jill felt a need flaming inside her, too great and too long denied to resist.
Brian was still seemingly casually stroking his massive cock and Jill couldn't help but look then as she massaged her fingers firmly over her pussy. She gazed in wonder at that beautiful hard cock. Her mouth was dry as her breathing deepened. Jill licked her parched lips and the sudden sensation of that thick long cock in her mouth made her gasp.
No!
She was his mother! She could never do that! It was bad enough that she was sitting there rubbing her panties as she glanced at Brian stroking his massive shaft of manhood. No! She shouldn't be thinking about how gorgeous of a penis that her son had, sitting there beside her slowly dragging his fingers up and down that marble-like flesh.
Marble-like and obviously also magnetic, as she u*********sly reached out with the hand that wasn't pressed against her cloth-covered pussy lips. She watched her fingers as if they were another woman's, stretching out towards that towering cock, that penis pillar. Those couldn't be her red-nailed fingers about to touch Brian's dick.
They were, because as those digits reached his rod, she felt the heat of his skin on her fingertips. Fingertips that slowly grazed up the smooth but uneven surface. Jill glanced up towards her son's face and she saw him looking back at her with a joyous wonder on his half-lit face. She couldn't maintain that gaze and turned her guilty mien back down to what her hand was doing with no control from her.
Jill was sure that Brian voiced no encouragement for what she couldn't stop herself from doing as to not break the spell that she was seemingly under. It was apparent that this was what both of them wanted.
As her fingers slowly trailed over that ... cock, it was as if there was a direct link between their tips and the drenched patch barely hidden between her legs. Jill tried to reason that she was merely just touching her son, even if it wasn't in a most appropriately way. It could be his bicep that she ran her fingers over, hard and bulging as if he was flexing it. This was just another part of his anatomy.
Even that reasoning failed to quench the forbidden delight that she felt at that naughty touch.
It was her son's huge cock that was in her grasp.
She was halfway to her knees already when she heard the son on the TV cry out to the older woman, 'suck my cock mom!'
Jill quickly moved between Brian's knees, and reached up to return her grasp to the thick shaft in her hand, feeling the heat of the marble-like skin. She obeyed the TV command and bent her head forward until her tongue reached out and touched the flared velvety dome of that cock. She then ran her tongue around the wide head and then under the rim, her lips caressing the softer head.
Jill's mouth was no longer dry, suddenly drenched with saliva as she ran her tongue and lips over this fabulous piece of fleshy steel. It felt so hard in her hand, like warm granite. Her fingers were unable to encircle the girth as she spun her hand around on the shaft. She also marveled at how it was so smooth as she caressed it with her fingers, her lips, and her hungry tongue.
Brian put a hand on her full mane of hair, pulling her head down until a good portion of his dick was in her mouth. It stretched her lips so wide they felt they might rip apart but she was able to get that monster inside.
'That's it, mom! Suck my cock!'
Jill heard the TV as if the son on the screen was right behind her.
Jill complied with the request as well as she could manage with the huge cock before her, gagging as it pushed against the back of her mouth. She fought that reflex action.
She couldn't believe that she was doing this with her son. Right in the living room. With a porno playing on the giant screen behind her. But here she was, Brian's amazingly large cock filling her mouth like none ever had before. Her motherly love came to the fore and she wanted to make this memorable for him as it was with her.
Jill had some initial difficulty getting that humungous cock between her lips, but she kept at it and the action of doing this had the effect of making her panties even wetter. She'd had a few large dicks in her time, none like this but large enough, and she worked at it until she managed to get the cock into her throat. Jill used long deep sucking to work Brian into quite a state as his hips twitched up at her face. After a few minutes and twice having to pull off to regain her breath, she finally touched her lips to pubic hair. The loud groans she heard were a testament to her long-dormant skills.
Jill felt a pang of guilt for having done as she had, but her pride at the accomplishment outweighed it. The sensation of having him fill her mouth and down her throat was just too exciting.
She pulled back off and was bobbing her lips around and down the shaft when she suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have a cock like this buried deep in her pussy. The thought had her nearly ready to cum herself.
Jill looked up at Brian's face and he was staring back at her with such loving devotion and also a great amount of lust.
'Ride my big cock, mom! I want you to fuck me like a slut!'
Brian only stared at her, the amazement that she had actually stuck his dick in her mouth very evident. She didn't think that he would even think such a thing, much less voice it as the TV son had done, but right then Jill could think of nothing else.
She rose as his eyes followed her, staring almost vacantly at her.
Jill lifted up her skirt. “Pull my panties off, and smell your Mothers wetness”, she said in low, sultry voice.
Brian’s hand guided her sullen, wet panties down. Jill stepped out of them and straddled his lap while he brought them to his nose. He took a deep breath and held them on his face for a few seconds. He tossed them aside and he felt his throbbing cock touch her wet pussy lips.
She reached down to take hold of that incredible dick, and guided it to her opening.
Jill sighed loudly as the head spread her wide.
She paused a second with her son's dick just within her pussy lips knowing that she was about to cross a line. With a sigh she dropped her weight down letting quarter of his length sink into her tight hole. Another sigh slipped from her lips, this one guttural. After a pause of one breath she wiggled so that approximately half her son's dick was inside her.
All arguments about how wrong this was were quickly forced from her head as Brian's huge cock filled her fuller than she'd ever been before. Just this half of his dick would be enough to get her off if she allowed it, but if she was going to allow her son to put his giant cock in her then she was going to take the whole thing!
Jill had to struggle to work herself down fully onto to her son's cock, sliding up and down slowly as it sank deeper and deeper into her pussy. She felt the head push against her cervix, something she'd never felt before, but there was still a bit of dick still exposed. She reoriented her position until she felt a shift inside her and she was able to drop down onto his thighs.
This was nothing like she had ever experienced. It was a fullness she hadn't thought possible.
He flexed inside her and it was enough to set her off.
The orgasm caught her off guard with not only its suddenness, but also with how strongly it hit her. Jill quaked as her bliss enveloped her and left her quivering with delight.
Brian's hands were on her chest, grabbing her breasts through her blouse as she started to fall forward.
Jill was barely aware of anything besides the cock that was stuffed inside her. She wiggled her hips, allowing some of the wondrous staff to slip out of her before pushing it back in. She continued this, even sliding up half that length as she gasped and groaned as she welcomed it back home.
She could feel a second orgasm quickly building as she rode Brian's cock, the thick shaft pushing her pussy lips wide as it slid in and out of her. Jill didn't try to fight it or to hold it off, letting the wave of ecstasy rise up within her until she couldn't resist it. This one was far stronger than the first, and whereas that one had hit her and then passed on, the second continued for many long moments after it crested, wreaking its will on her overwhelmed body.
"Aaaaaahh!" Jill wailed when she could vocalize again.
"God, mom! I'm gonna cum too!" Brian yelled as he grabbed his mother's hips to increase the speed with which she was bouncing on his shaft.
Jill could actually feel her son's cum spray her insides and that made her cum again knowing that Brian's seed was filling her pussy. Her son was shooting his thick semen into her womb; the womb from which he had come.
She did then fall forward onto her son's chest, still trembling from her mind-bending orgasms.
Even as great as they had been, she had gone too long without a good fucking and she wanted more. She was disappointed that Brian had already cum and regretted that they were now done even as she realized the weight of their deed. Having done this, things between them would never be the same again. Some regret began to seep into her.
"So, what did you think about the movie?" He asked wryly, then laughed.
Jill had to laugh at the absurdity of his question. And she was shocked that Brian was still hard inside her.
"More?" She was able to croak out.
He answered with a wide smile.
"The movie is not over mom!!!"
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