Unknown - Tale of two mothers

"Walter!"

Patty brushed her long, wavy blonde hair out of her eyes and glowered angrily at her son's bedroom door.

"Walter, I know what you're doing in there! I am absolutely sick of listening to you jacking off in your room every day! Walter, are you listening?"

Her teenage son didn't answer. The rhythmic thumping continued louder than ever, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall as Walter eagerly beat his prick, flailing his fist up and down his stiff, aching cock.

"Walter!"

Patty swore and rapped angrily on the door. She was thirty-four and gorgeous, with wide blue eyes complementing her blonde hair, and a slim, stacked, big-titted body.

"Walter, pay attention to me!"

Walter groaned, and then the headboard started thumping against the wall even more quickly. He was probably on the verge of spraying a big load of cum all over his chest. Patty turned from the door, blushing fiercely as she retreated down the hall. She was dressed casually, in jeans and a blue work shirt that gave her large, braless tits plenty of room to jiggle and bounce. It was the sort of outfit that any normal housewife would have worn around the home, but she didn't feel normal.

For one thing, she was divorced now. The house and her modest monthly alimony checks were all she had to remember her long marriage to her husband. For another thing, she had a handsome young son who was obsessed with jacking off.

It had started six months before, after the divorce. Walter was an unusually handsome young lad of sixteen, tall and muscular, with a bulging crotch that Patty, in spite of her embarrassment, had been unable not to notice. Patty had read that the sex drive of growing boys can be very strong, but that hadn't prepared her for the fact that Walter's cock seemed to be stiff and bulging most of the time.

She supposed her appearance had something to do with it. Patty was slimmer than average, with long legs and a cute, girlishly round ass. But her tits were so big that most of her bras had to be custom-made. Her body had always made men horny, and Patty was afraid that her only child was no exception. She had been mortified to see his cock swelling many times in the past six months, when she caught him ogling her figure.

At least he could try to restrain himself, Patty thought. Or at least be quiet about wanting to play with himself so much. It was three-thirty in the afternoon now, and Walter had been home for a half hour. He'd literally run upstairs as soon as he'd walked through the door with an obscene-looking bulge tenting through his slacks.

Two minutes later, the thumping had started. She heard it at least four times a day now. She'd tried to talk to him about it, both gently and sternly, but he just wouldn't listen. All he said was that he couldn't keep from rubbing his big prick as soon as it started to get stiff.

Well, he was just going to have to learn to ignore it, Patty thought suddenly. Impulsively she went to the hall closet, finding the key to Walter's bedroom door hanging on a nail. Determinedly she went back to his room, knowing full well that she was about to catch her boy in the act. It wasn't normal for a lad to play with himself so much. Walter simply had to learn to control his sexual desires.

Patty let herself into his room. It took Walter a moment to notice that she'd come in. As she'd expected, he was lying on his back with his pants around his ankles. A jar of baby oil stood prominently on the nightstand beside his bed. The youth's tongue lolled obscenely out of the corner of his mouth as he worked his fist feverishly on his crotch, whipping his hand up and down his throbbing, straining cock.

Patty looked at it. It was the first time she'd ever seen her son's naked, stiff prick; in spite of herself, she couldn't help being curious. She'd imagined that he'd have a relatively small prick, even though he was almost full-grown.

Patty instantly saw that she was wrong. Walter's prick was huge. Stiffly the long, fat cock meat shaft rose out of his cock curls, at least nine inches long and as thick around as her wrist. The cock knob was as big as a small apple, bloated deep red and glistening with oozing cock cream. Instantly the divorce, sexually-frustrated mother felt a shameful new craving throbbing in her cunt. She had never imagined that seeing her own son's stiff prick would make her pussy feel so wet and hot.

"All right, Walter. Stop it right now!"

Walter raised his head and finally saw that his mother was with him in the room. He sighed, releasing his big cock and folding his hands behind his head. He made no effort to cover his fuck organ, and the giant cockshaft continued to buck and pulse over his stomach. Patty sat beside her child on the bed, trying not to stare at his cock. She felt her nipples stiffening and poking through the work shirt. She wished she'd worn a bra to prevent her enormous tits from jiggling in front of her son.

"Since when did you start barging in on me when my door's locked?" Walter grumbled. "Can't I even have some privacy?"

"You know perfectly well I was knocking a moment ago. I think that's sufficient justification for using the key. Walter, you know this is something we need to talk about. All you ever do these days is jerk off. It's not normal. You're not going to develop normally if you spend all your time rubbing your cock and making it come."

"I can't help it," Walter grinned. "My cock gets hard, and I feel like rubbing it. What's wrong with that?"

"Don't you know any young girls who could" Patty blushed, stopping short of telling her son to find a horny girl to fuck, " who could help you think more about normal things?"

"You mean like fucking?" Walter's grin broadened. "Shit, Mom, I fuck a lot of girls. If you want, I can bring one home tomorrow and fuck her right here. I just like rubbing my prick a lot. It feels good."

"You you could at least pull up your pants when your own mother is talking to you. This is very embarrassing."

"Well, you're the one who wanted to talk, Mom. I don't want to stop jacking off now. I've had a big load in my nuts all day. I need to cum bad!"

And then the hung son shocked his mother again, sliding his hand down to again tightly grip his giant prick. The astonished mother couldn't help staring at his tremendous cock as he started beating his meat again, slowly and very hard, groaning as he moved his fist up and down the oversized length of his cock.

"Walter! Walter, for God's sake!" Patty gasped at him, overwhelmed with both anger and an irresistable, incestuous lust. "How how dare you do that in front of your mother! You take your hand off your prick this instant!"

"I don't want to, Mom. It feels good."

And then Walter stared openly at her tits, sighing as he watched the huge, spongy tits swaying slightly under her shirt.

"Man, you sure have a pair of big ones, Mom. Sometimes I like to think about sucking them when I jerk off. It's even better looking at them at the same time."

"Walter!"

Patty was so shocked that she knew she had to make her boy stop beating his cock that instant. She dropped her hand, intending to pull his finger off of his prick. But Walter withdrew his hand at the same time. The next thing Patty knew, her hand was filled with the hot stiffness of Walter's prick.

"Ummm, that feels good, Mom! Why don't you rub it for me?"

"You little bastard!"

And then Patty started doing it. She didn't know what had come over her, what had prompted her to begin the worst possible sin with her son. Her pussy was very wet, throbbing so hornily in her panties that she could hardly think straight. She felt overwhelmed by anger, frustration and a wanton, uncontrollable lust.

Walter just lay there, smiling as he submitted to his sex-starved mother's hand job. Patty stared openly at his huge prick now, grimacing as she whipped her right hand up and down the cockstalk as fast as she could.