Growing boy- 2

The man dried his hands and face with a towel and tossed it down on the counter. “All yours, partner,” he said as he sauntered past Eric back into his mother’s bedroom.

Eric did his business and went back to his bedroom, determined to stay there until the man left. He didn’t have to wait long. A few minutes later he heard soft footsteps and then the sound of the front door opening and closing. By that time his stomach was rumbling so he went to the kitchen, fixed a bowl of cereal and settled down to Saturday morning cartoons in the den.

Eric’s mother got up around noon. She had her own routine after a big night out. Rachel made a full pot of coffee and appropriated the television. Curling up in a chair, she watched the headline news for a while and then turned to the music video channels. Eric abandoned the den and went to play games on the computer. His mother was working on her third cup of coffee when he needed to make some notes, but there was no pen or pencil in sight. He knew where to find one though; his mother always had a selection in one of the drawers of the bureau in her bedroom.

Eric wrinkled his nose as he entered his mother’s bedroom. It smelled of stale perfume, sweat and alcohol. He quickly selected a pen from the bureau drawer and was on his way back to the computer when he met his mother at the door to her bedroom. “What were you doing in here?” she asked.

“I needed a pen,” he said, holding it up to show her.

She simply frowned and brushed past him into her room. Eric heard the door shut as he walked away. He went back to his game, but it wasn’t long before he heard his mother call his name. She was using a tone that usually spelled doom for Eric. He couldn’t imagine what had gotten her so upset, but he snapped into motion and was in her room seconds later.

Rachel was holding her wallet and she shook it at him accusingly as he entered the room. “I had almost two hundred dollars in here last night and now it’s gone,” she snapped.

Eric shrugged, why was she asking him? He knew better than to touch her purse. “I didn’t take it,” he said.

Her face contorted and she said with a sneer, “Well, you were just in here.”

Eric felt his face grow hot with the unfairness of her accusation. His mind grew fuzzy like it did at times like these, and before he could stop himself he blurted out, “Maybe it was your friend with the little dick. He was fucking you in here, wasn’t he?”

He barely saw the slap that knocked his head sideways. The stinging pain in his face made his eyes tear up. He threw his hands to his face and ran from the room, followed by the sound of his mother slamming her door.

For the next several days Eric and Rachel didn’t speak. He suspected his mother had come to the conclusion that he had been right about her lover taking her money. But he knew she would never admit it, and that pissed him off. Why would she give one of her boyfriends the benefit of a doubt and jump on him? Was it because they were having sex? Did those boyfriends gain some sort of status over his mother just because they had some swinging meat between their legs? Well, if a big dick mattered so much to her, then he could do something about that.

One day after school the following week, Eric dug into his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers. He had stopped wearing the loose fitting shorts because they were useless in controlling unwanted erections. Tugging the crotch to the right, he ran his dick down the left leg of the boxers. Then he pulled on a pair of old jeans, and stroked at his cock until it was half hard and made a long bulge along his thigh. Now it was time to show off.

Eric strolled into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. He poured a glass of water from the tap and turned to face Rachel as he drank. He glanced down. The front of his jeans looked as if he had taken a stuffed athletic sock and run it down his pant’s leg. He finished his drink and put the glass in the dishwasher. As he walked out of the kitchen, he wasn’t sure if his mom had noticed anything, but he fully intended to give her plenty of other opportunities.

For a week Eric moved around the house looking as if he was sporting a fat sausage in his pants. When he sat, he would smooth the cloth covering his cock so that it would stand out. From time to time he would look at his mother and catch her eyes looking away, or her head turning, or her hand coming up to her mouth as she cleared her throat. If he thought that she might be looking, he would absently press his hand down the length of his cock, making sure she knew that long lump in his pants wasn’t just a fold in the cloth.

Eric arrived home from school on the following Friday. He could feel his cock stirring as he came through the door. He usually masturbated right after school before his mom came home from work, but today he had different plans. His dick remained remarkably hard through his afternoon snack and he was oozing pre-cum while he did algebra homework.

Finally, he heard his mom’s car in the drive. Eric went into the bathroom and took his seat on the toilet, his cock thrusting up from his groin. He took a bottle of body lotion and squirted a generous amount into his palm. After coating his dick from head to balls, he began to pound his dick with a steady beat. He added more lotion, so that he made a liquid, smacking sound every time his fingers hit the flared head.

Eric made sure that the slapping sound of hand on cock was loud and insistent as his mother walked by the bathroom door. Her footsteps slowed and then stop altogether. He imagined her standing just a few feet away, listening to her little boy jerk off his mega- cock.

Eric’s hand flashed up down his thick shaft faster and faster. He wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. He reached over and pulled at least five feet of toilet paper from the roll. The holder made a long, loose metallic rattle as he jerked at the paper. He wadded the paper in one hand and clamped it over the end of his bloated cock-head just as the first gush of cum rushed upward. He gasped loudly with every wad of hot boy-juice that shot into the tissue.

When he was finally finished, Eric took another long pull of toilet paper and cleaned off his cock and hands. He dropped the cum and lotion soaked paper into the toilet so that it made a nice, loud plop as it hit the water. He flushed and then washed his hands in the sink. After stuffing his still mostly hard dick down his pant’s leg, he opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The door to his mother’s bedroom was cracked barely open and he smiled when he saw it close completely as he walked by.

Over the next week Eric considered on how far to take this. Although they barely spoke, he thought that the atmosphere between him and his mom had changed. Somehow she seemed smaller and more feminine, more girlish. He had continued to masturbate, usually more than once a day, but he was beginning to yearn for more pussy. He’d made himself available to Ms. Miller, and even though there had been some significant eye contact between them, they hadn’t had an opportunity to be alone. The upshot was that he was one horny teen with a big cock to satisfy.

Things came to a head the following Saturday afternoon. It was a cloudy, dark day with a constant drizzle that eliminated any idea of outdoor chores or games. Rachel had gone shopping and Eric had spent the morning watching cartoons and playing video games. By early afternoon he was bored. He made a sandwich and settled down in front of the TV. He flipped through the channels until the sight of a couple of generously proportioned breasts bouncing around in a too small bikini made his channel surfing come to a halt.

It was a movie about a couple of cheerleaders. One was a sexy, beautiful bitch, and the other girl was a more likeable character, but just as sexy and beautiful in a more subdued fashion. They both lusted after the sexy and handsome school quarterback. In the end, the quarterback fucked and discarded the bitch, while the likeable girl ended up with her only slightly less handsome best friend who had loved her all along. It was a B-movie plot with plenty of B-movie footage. There were scenes of girls in bras, girls in bikinis, girls in steam filled showers and girls in incredibly inappropriate school attire. There were plenty of make- out scenes with tongues darting about, and a couple of sex scenes with glimpses of bare breasts.

By the end of the movie Eric had a throbbing erection and an urgent desire to empty his pulsing balls. On a whim he decided to do it in his bedroom rather than on his usual perch in the bathroom. He loaded up on tissue paper and after pulling down his pants, he took a seat on his bed. He threw his pillows one on top of the other and propped his upper body against the pillows and headboard with his legs stretched out on the mattress.

He pushed at his rigid erection until it was upright and pointed at the ceiling, then he crossed his legs, trapping his balls under his legs and pulling at the skin of his dick. That way, his cock stood erect and tall all by itself. The head twitched back and forth in time with his pulse. Eric flexed the muscles in his groin and a bubble of pre-cum appeared on the tip of his cock. He took some tissue and wiped it away. Sometimes, masturbating with smooth, dry skin against smooth, dry skin was just as good as getting everything slick and oily.

Eric steadied his cock with his left hand and began to jerk off with his right. His hand only traveled a few inches, covering and uncovering the sensitive skin just under the bloated head. Eric closed his eyes and dreamt of the girls in the movie. The bitchy girl had had the hottest body. Her breasts had practically overwhelmed the cups of her bikini, with tit flesh bulging around all sides of the cups, plus she had nipples that looked as if they were going to punch through the flimsy material of her swim suit.

Clunk. Eric’s eyes popped open at the sound of the door closing on his mother’s car. He had been so deep into his erotic fantasy he hadn’t heard her drive up. His body halfway jerked off the bed in full cover-his-ass mode before he realized that this was his chance. He sank back onto the bed and arranged his cock until it was once more pointed skyward. Glancing to his left, he saw that the door to his room wasn’t quite closed. It wouldn’t close completely unless he gave it a good shove and he estimated that the inch wide crack was just about right. He leaned back on the pillows and resumed stroking. To his surprise, his cock hadn’t flagged in the least. In fact, it looked as if it were eager for whatever was going to happen.

Rachel walked into the house carrying the new shoes for which she had spent the morning shopping. They were just the thing for the demure, yet revealing, little dress she was going to wear for her date that evening. Richard Dearing probably wouldn’t notice her shoes, but he would notice the way the four inch heels showcased her legs. Besides, the new shoes would make her feel sexy, and if she felt sexy then she would look sexy, and that meant Richard would likely keep a boner in his pants all night.

A knowing smile, an accidental touch and their next date might include diamonds – something small and tasteful. Later dates should prove more profitable, if not very exciting. Richard wouldn’t be a stud like that cowboy she had brought home the other night. What was his name? Randy or Dandy or something like that. It didn’t matter.

What mattered was that his thick eight inches had filled her pussy. It had almost been worth the money that he had stolen from her purse. Yes, she had finally admitted to herself that her one night stand had ripped her off, and not her son Eric. She wasn’t about to admit it to Eric though. He was growing up too fast for her taste. Let the boy think that he was on shaky ground as far as women were concerned.

Rachel headed toward her bedroom. She glanced into Eric’s room as she walked by. He had one arm thrust awkwardly in the air and he was rubbing his fist. Had he hurt himself trying some dumb stunt that he’d seen on TV? He was certainly growing more adventurous. She thought that she’d heard him masturbating in the bathroom the other day, and lately he’d looked as if he was carrying around a perpetual erection. Well, boys did that sort of thing. She would have to search his room for girly magazines.

Rachel was just changing into a loose pair of shorts when a stunning comprehension clicked into place in her mind. Eric hadn’t hurt his arm. He was sitting on his bed, masturbating a huge cock in the middle of the afternoon, and he hadn’t even bothered to close his door. That couldn’t be right. Could it? It must have been a trick of the light. Rachel hastily threw on an old denim shirt and walked quickly and quietly back to where she could look into Eric’s room. Her mouth flew open in a silent gasp of surprise when she saw that what she had imagined was true.

Rachel saw that Eric was steadying his dick with the fist of his left hand, and then there was this expanse of cock flesh, and then his right hand was rubbing the skin just under a doorknob sized head. She couldn’t believe it. Her son was hung like a horse. She became aware of a heavy, warm surge of blood as it flooded her pussy. She could almost feel the walls of her pussy weeping with vaginal juices.

Without thinking, she spread her legs and pulled up the leg of her shorts. Eric couldn’t see what she was doing. Indeed, he was obviously absorbed with himself. Rachel ran her fingers over her clit through her panties and bit her lower lip as she began to masturbate in time with the movement of Eric’s hand.

Eric jerked his cock with a lazy stroke. His mom had disappeared into her room for a few minutes, but now he could see her bare foot out of the corner of his eye. She was watching him. She wasn’t screaming for him to stop or threatening some dire punishment either. She was watching his hand move up and down his massive meat. He saw her foot shift and her toes curl. Was she angry, or appalled, or was she turned on? Eric began to beat his meat faster. She was watching and he imagined her getting hotter and hotter, and he was going to give her a show. He was going to let her know just what he could do.

Rachel could see that her son was about to cum. His hips were rocking from side to side and he was taking short gulps of air. Unconsciously, she applied more pressure to her clit and moved her hand faster and faster. She was desperate to finish with her son. She heard Eric take a deep breath and hold it. For a second his entire body, except for his frantically stroking hand, was rigid with muscle tension, and then suddenly his hips thrust upwards and his cock-head grew until it looked as if it might explode. A column of spunk shot from the tip of Eric’s dick. It surged into the air so far Rachel had to look up in order to see the milky white jet break into fat globs of cum that fells with a series of splats onto his groin. To her amazement, it happened all over again and then it seemed like the stream of cum shots would never end.

Rachel frigged her clit so hard that her hand and arm ached with the effort. So much cum, she groaned in her mind. So much, and it just keeps on gushing from that incredible dick. She was suddenly woozy and thought that she might topple over. She had to put a hand out for balance and then she was cumming. She stifled a cry as her legs quivered and her pussy pulsed in orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure surged through her cunt.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had cum so hard. When she returned to her senses, Rachel saw Eric sopping up his massive load of semen with a handful of bathroom tissue. She softly stepped back into her room and closed the door. A minute later she was on her bed, her arms wrapped around a pillow, emotionally exhausted and quietly napping.

Eric wiped at the sticky mess puddled in his crotch and splattered across his chest. He saw his mother’s foot move and a second later he heard the door to her room close. He smiled in satisfaction. She hadn’t stormed into the room to dress him down. She had watched the whole thing, including the shower of cum he had just produced. She had to be interested, maybe even turned on. He wandered into the bathroom and flushed the double handful of gooey tissue down the toilet.

Early that evening Eric was using lightening bolts to attack a hideous, fanged monster when he heard his mother’s footsteps. He paused his video game and looked up in time to see her come into the living room. She was wearing a v-neck top of black lace over a pleated black skirt. Her lips were a dark red and her makeup accented her cheeks and dark eyes. “I’m going out,” she announced unnecessarily.

“You look hot,” he blurted out. His eyes wandered over her cleavage, past her slim waist and down to her shapely calves.

Rachel frowned and for a second and Eric thought that she was going to tell him off, but then her face softened and she said, “Thank you. I won’t be late.” Her eyes lingered on her son for a second, and then she was out the door.

Being alone in the house triggered Eric’s cock. Within a minute he had a full hard-on. Ordinarily he would have grabbed one of his mother’s clothing catalogs and jacked-off in the bathroom, but this time he gave his cock a friendly pat and said to himself, “Let’s wait.”

Around nine o’clock, Eric took a bath. He made sure that his crotch and dick were thoroughly clean. His cock stiffened as he lathered up the growing hunk of meat, and the temptation to lose his load was enormous, but he forced himself to simply rinse off and hop out of the tub. He dried off and then took a fresh towel into the living room. Spreading the towel on the couch, he slouched down onto the cushions, totally naked; his now softer cock draped over one thigh, its head resting on the towel.

An hour later, Eric heard his mother’s car in the driveway. His half hard cock sprang to quivering attention as if it were a pet eager for someone to come home and play. For a split second he was worried that she might have brought her date home with her. He hadn’t thought about that. In fact he hadn’t really thought through any of this. He almost jumped off the couch in a panic, but he didn’t. He just grabbed his cock and felt its very reassuring iron hardness.

He heard the sound of her key in the lock, and then the front door opened. The front door was in full view from the couch, but Eric kept his eyes on the TV as his mother entered. He had settled on a movie showing on one of the women’s channels. On the screen, an older woman in a revealing dress was languidly stroking the bare thigh of a younger man.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw his mother take two steps and come to a dead stop. Time froze. There would have been absolute silence in the room if it hadn’t been for the sound of murmured endearments from the television. Eric’s heart was pounding and he felt lightheaded, but his cock never wavered. If anything, it was harder and larger than ever before. Eric could feel his pulse tickling his swollen cock-head.

He looked up at his mother’s approach. She didn’t say anything or look him in the eye. She just seemed to be mesmerized by his cock. Her eyes were locked onto his throbbing meat as she sat down so close that their shoulders touched. Eric inhaled deeply. His mother smelled erotically of shampoo and perfume. He could see down the front of her dress. Her breasts swelled upwards and he could see where the lace of her black bra blended with the black lace of her top.

Rachel reached out and touched his erection with her fingertips. She lightly, almost reverently, ran her fingers over the hot skin of his cock. Her touch grew bolder and soon her entire hand was trying to span the width of his rigid pole, but she couldn’t begin to wrap her fingers all the way around. Her palm slid up the length of his cum tube, and she was rewarded with a gush of hot, clear liquid from the slit in his cock- head. She gasped in surprise as the pre-cum washed over her hand. She caught some in her palm and smeared it all over Eric’s throbbing cock-head.

“Oh,” whispered Eric. He lay back on the couch in contentment as his mother petted and rubbed the head of his dick. He didn’t know where this was going. Was she going to jerk him off? Would she just walk away and pretend that this never happened?

The last thing he expected was for his mother to lock her lips over his cock-head, but that’s exactly what happened. She couldn’t get the whole thing in her mouth of course, but the feel of her lips moving over his skin was nearly overwhelming. Then she began to stroke the sensitive skin beneath his cock-head with a corkscrewing motion of her palm. That was the way he did it. Had she picked that up from him, or was it just the natural way to masturbate?

He didn’t have time to ponder the question for long because he was cumming. A hot rush of semen shot through his cock and into his mother’s mouth. Her eyes flew open in surprise, but she managed to swallow down the milky load. Of course that was only the first shot of cum. More and more of the creamy stuff erupted from his cock. Rachel couldn’t handle all of it. Some managed to leak from her red lips, but when Eric’s cock finally stopped spewing she licked his cock-head clean of the spilt cum.

Eric sighed in contentment and leaned back on the sofa. The television still murmured in the corner and his mother’s fingers were still caressing his cock. “It’s not going soft,” Rachel said with awe in her voice. It was the first thing she had said since coming home.

Eric realized that she was right. He was as horny as ever. “No, it’s not,” he said, “let’s fuck.” He couldn’t believe what he’d just said, but Ms Miller had been eager to fuck after jerking him off. Wouldn’t his mother feel the same way?

Rachel stood and looked down on her son. His dick had just spouted a total of more cum than she had seen in her entire life, out of the biggest dick in the world, and he was still hard on top of all that. She reached both hands behind her back, making her breasts thrust against her blouse, as she unzipped her top. She shrugged the flimsy black material off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor.

A few seconds later, she was stepping out of the skirt that had puddled at her feet. On the off chance that she might end up in bed with the wealthy Richard Dearing that night, Rachel had worn a black, lacy bra and panties along with matching garter-belt and hose. She struck a pose, putting one foot slightly in front of the other and tossing her hair about with a shake of her head. This move usually left men drooling and growling in a sexual frenzy. Her son, Eric, might not be growling, but his eyes were as big as saucers, and his fabulous dick was certainly drooling pre-cum. It looked as wet as her pussy felt.

Eric watched in heated fascination as his mother disposed of her garter belt, hose and panties. He was captivated by the sight of her jiggling tit-flesh above her bra cups as she approached the couch. She was his fantasy come true. He didn’t dare touch his cock. It was already on a hair-trigger, ready to spray down the room with a fresh load of cum.

She trailed the smooth skin of her calf over his thighs as she climbed onto the couch. She had one foot on the floor and one knee on the cushions. As a result, Eric had only to glance to his left to see her bright pink, open pussy lips. He got the idea immediately. Getting to his knees, Eric bent his dick down to the appropriate level. He had to work his hips from side to side and up and down until his massive cock-head worked its way into the satiny folds of his mom’s pussy.

“Ahh… so big,” whimpered Rachel as Eric pressed inch after relentless inch of unyielding cock into her stretched vagina.

Eric then began to fuck his mother. To his surprise the hair-trigger on his cock didn’t get pulled. He settled into a hot rhythm of plunging cock. The tingling itch at the tip of his dick would grow and then subside. From time to time he had to clamp his hands on his mother’s ass to stop her from coaxing the cum from his laden balls.

“Don’t stop, please fuck me,” she would whine from her orgasm induced stupor. Rachel was cumming off like a string of firecrackers. Her ass would tremble for long seconds and then she would scream and her hips would plunge backward until her son’s meaty cock would hit bottom. Then she’d do it all over again. Eric lost count of the number of times he felt her quivering vaginal muscles pull at his dick.

After what seemed like hours of sexual agony, Eric’s dick erupted in a frenzy of spewing cum. His first stream filled his mother’s pussy to overflowing. Eric’s balls delivered another load and he felt the hot cream splashing back on his groin. He withdrew his rampaging cock from Rachel’s pussy and let it fire at will.

His cum landed in streaks on her back and fell in globs onto her auburn hair. He pressed the head of his dick on her ass and filled the hollow of her back with cum. Lying back onto the couch, Eric felt his cock wither messily against his thigh. He rested until his mother stirred and a second later he watched her wipe up his spent cum with the towel he’d been sitting on. When she left for the bathroom, he went to his room and fell into bed, exhausted.

Eric slept until noon the following day. When he awoke the pressure on his bladder was overwhelming. He padded into the bathroom and unleashed a torrent of piss as his morning hard-on faded. He emerged from the bathroom and smelled the aroma of his mom’s coffee. He realized that she must be up and the thought brought back his erection with a vengeance. Totally naked, he walked into the den. Rachel was curled up on the couch sipping at her cup of coffee. Eric marched up to her until his cock-head nudged her cheek. “Suck me off,” he demanded.

Rachel averted her eyes as she carefully put down her cup. She wrapped both hands around his cock-shaft and slurped her tongue over the head. Looking up into her son’s eyes she pleaded in a whisper, “Will you fuck me later?”

Eric looked down at his mom. He couldn’t remember the last time she’d asked him his wishes on anything. He smiled and gave his hips a twitch that sent his cock- head past her lips. “Oh yeah, you’ll get yours,” he growled.

Their legs were bare to the thigh, and their breasts thrust against tight tees and blouses. He really liked one of the models. She had long dark hair and eyes that flirted with the reader. Ummm… he’d had sex now. He knew that he could make that hot model scream with pleasure before he pumped her pussy full. This jacking off in the bathroom was a pale substitute, but it was all he had right now.

Eric could feel the growing sexual tension pulse in his cock. It was time to turn to the really good stuff. He flipped to the bra section of the catalog. He couldn’t understand why women needed fifty different styles of bras in just as many colors, but he was glad they did.

He especially liked the bras that shaped and enhanced. Those bras lifted and pushed at the breasts of the lithe young models who were probably the least likely females to need such things. But all that tit flesh bulging above the soft, satiny cups was just so exciting. He closed his eyes and imagined Ms. Miller in her bra. He’d seen her pussy and fucked her until she was nearly unconscious, but he’d never seen her bra. He could just imagine the feel of those lacy cups in his fingers as he pounded away.

Abruptly, his eyes snapped open. He was about to cum. Eric snatched up the hand towels and clamped them over the growing head of his cock. The feel of the rough cloth was a delicious agony. He yanked his hand up down faster and faster. His eyes screwed shut and he bit his lower lip. His back arched and then he was cumming, soaking the towels full of hot boy-cream.

Eric was still watching television at twelve-thirty that night when he heard his mom’s car in the drive. She would be pissed if she caught him up this late, but he’d planned for this. He snapped off the television, the only thing that was creating light in the house, and walked quickly to his bedroom. He was in bed and feigning sleep long before he heard her key in the door.

He listened as the front door opened and closed, and then he heard a man’s voice. Well, it wasn’t the first time she’d brought someone home. He heard his mom giggle and the man’s answering laughter. Their voices moved into her bedroom, and then things were quiet for a while. He heard some thumps and bumps and some more soft laughter.

Minutes later, a rhythmic bumping sound came through the wall between his mom’s bedroom and his room. “Oh yes, baby, screw me with that big thing,” he heard his mother say in a long drawn out moan. Eric knew they were fucking. In his mind’s eye, he saw some guy – no doubt a young stud – on top of his mom, his dick appearing and disappearing into her pussy.

Eric remembered Ms. Miller’s passion contorted face as he lay between her legs, banging into her pussy over and over. For a second, his mother’s pretty face and long dark hair replaced Ms. Miller’s, and he was banging his own mom. But it was well past his bedtime and he soon fell asleep to dream of dark-haired women whose sexy bras peeked from beneath lab coats, and who showed long shapely legs.

The next morning Eric awoke at first light. He didn’t want to get up, but his full bladder wasn’t to be ignored, so he rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He was halfway through the door before he realized that he wasn’t alone.

“Hi there, cowboy,” said the man when he saw Eric.

“Oh… hi,” said Eric with a startled expression. The man was average height, nice looking with shaggy dark hair. The one thing he didn’t have was clothing, not a stitch. Eric couldn’t help himself, he checked the guy out. From a thatch of black pubic hair the man’s dick arched long and thick toward a couple of low hanging balls. Not half as long nor as thick as his own cock thought Eric, but certainly bigger than average.