Author’s Note
My therapist recommended writing as a way to cope with the loss of my son. I told her about our incestuous relationship from years ago and my fanatical obsession with that wonderful time, but not the extent or details. The following is a story loosely based on actual events from that time mixed with some darker fantasies I’ve had since. Yes yes, very loosely. I don’t think I’ll be telling my therapist about this one…
A warning though, this story contains graphic content, including anal, incest, and revolves around excessive cum and cum worship.
Everyone is over the age of 18.
SON
Zack grunted as another rope of cum shot from his cock, straight into the air, where it hung for an infinitesimal moment before plummeting back down on to his naked lap and the leather recliner he sat in. His gooey fist slammed down again as he jettisoned another white stream, this time shooting it almost to the ceiling of his bedroom before it landed by his door. He gasped, moaning as still another spurt of thicker whiter fluid was launched, splattering all over him, the recliner, and the hardwood floor in front of him.
He held his breath briefly, straining in orgasmic exertion, as he felt a big spurt coming on. He thrust his hips up from his chair and a very thick line of white spunk meagerly shot up, not nearly as far as the others, before falling with an audible wet slap on his cock head and his oversized ballsack. Cum cascaded down the stretched hairless skin of his scrotum, pooling underneath and to the sides of his balls on the black leather of his recliner. His heart beat furiously as another glob of the thickest jizz yet oozed out of his cock before lobbing weakly on to the floor, where the chunk of sperm landed with a smack.
Finally, as a couple more spurts dribbled from his dick, he exhaled forcefully, nearly out of breath. He let go of his slippery wet cock and raised his cummy hand upright as he lay there panting, admiring the impressive display before him. He had ejaculated a huge amount yet again, this one probably another personal best – despite him blowing multiple loads within such a short period of time. The cloudy sticky goo clung to his legs and chair. As he went to stand up, his naked body unstuck with a wet tearing sound. His junk swung proudly as Zack turned and stretched.
He carefully stepped around the puddles and dribbles of semen, noting how it pooled in his seat now that he had stood up.
It was an obscene mess, a vulgar display of sexual depravity, and Zack knew his mother was going to hate cleaning it up. His mom always cleaned up after him though, as far back as he could remember. She had always babied and coddled him, never giving him any privacy. He had to sit through her lectures about safe sex and healthy masturbation – she made it clear she wanted grandchildren someday and was determined to raise a healthy, virile and competent son. It was only recently he understood the possibilities of having a naive innocent doting mother. The idea of his mother cleaning up his messy emissions had become an ongoing kink of his.
He smiled at the thought of his cute mom wrinkling her nose as she cleaned his mostly dried goop again. This time off the floor and furniture. Oh, she’d be complaining the whole time. But she would undoubtedly do it. She’d even apologize to him later for getting upset again. His dick bobbed at the idea, reenergized by the notion of continuing to degrade his mom this way.
Smiling, Zack wondered how far he could keep pushing this…
At that exact moment, his bedroom door opened and his helicopter mom briskly strode in before suddenly halting as she saw him standing there, naked and glistening. She stared at him, her eyes drawn to his penis and the huge sack it lay on. As she watched, a clump of cum dripped down from his balls onto the floor, where his mom then noticed the puddles of cloudy ejaculate. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the pools it had created in between the leather ripples of the chair. As her eyes went back to meet her son’s gaze, the dawning realization and the smug look on his face caused her brow to furrow in anger.
“What… what is this!?” his Mom asked. She gestured erratically at the recliner, searching for the words, “Look at this… this nasty mess! Zackary, on the chair?!”
She took a small step in. Zack looked around, clearly proud of his work. He wasn’t expecting her to find it like this but now that she was here he might as well capitalize on it. He spun in a slow circle, his heavy balls swinging like a pendulum. His dick was semi-erect and although it was average in length, it was almost as thick as a soda can. His uncircumcised glans barely poked out of his thick flexible foreskin, oozing a crystal thread of fluid connected down to his thigh.
His sack however was anything but average. It looked engorged, veiny and full to the point of appearing comical if it weren’t for the very real implication of what it meant to have testicles that size. And although bursa escort her son had trimmed hair around his member, it was obvious that he shaved his scrotum as it was shiny smooth where his heavy balls hung, stretching out what would normally be wrinkled skin.
“Sorry Mom. I just get so pent up.” Zack said, smirking. “I couldn’t help it.”
“Then keep doing it in the shower like we’ve already talked about! It’s much easier to clean for me. This… sticky mess though…” She glared at him, trying not to look down at this bloated balls. “You’ve told me how important it is for boys to… orgasm regularly. Even often. But expecting me to follow you around and repeatedly clean up your post-masturbation… byproduct is humiliating.”
Her eyes surveyed the cummy carnage. She had noticed the sheer amount previously and decided to ask Zack directly this time, “Is all of this from one time um… masturbating?”
Zack chuckled, stretching his arms over his head, “No Mom, haha no. I wish!”
“Actually, this is from me jerking off twice this morning,” Zack said, his insolent smirk growing larger. He patted the top of his cock and then cupped his hefty balls with both hands and pulled them out and up, lewdly offering them towards his mother. “I’m not joking about being pent up Mom. Look at how big my ballsack is!”
His mother couldn’t help but stare of course, as he slapped them against his outstretched palm. He knew she was so far removed from being around men that she didn’t really know what was normal and what wasn’t. It’s why it was so easy to convince her in the first place to clean up his increasingly nasty messes.
“They’re very big, Zack, I can see that. And I can understand with… gonads that size, the pressure when they’re full must be maddening. But two times? On the furniture and floor?” she said incredulously. She looked at the puddles of cum, the rivulets of fluid running down her son’s muscled legs, and back at her son’s groin.
“I didn’t know boys could release so much… stuff. But even still, this seems to be a crazy amount of- of sperm,” said his mom, as she exaggerated a grimace. Still though, she seemed secretly impressed.
Zack licked his lips, he felt his erection growing again. He watched his mom stare as he grabbed his fleshy cock and she gasped as he pulled down his stretchy foreskin, fully exposing the dark bulbous head and its little smile. He sat down on his bed and began stroking his rapidly hardening cock.
“Mommy, you want to watch me do it again? My balls are so swollen, I’ll show you how much cum I make. Keep watching Mommy.” He started jacking his hand down ferociously on his stiff cock, the bottom of his fist bouncing against his inflated sack. Within seconds of starting, seminal fluid started dripping. It was flung everywhere by the vigorous pounding of Zack’s hand.
His mother sucked in her breath and was about to contest the perverted scene unfolding in front of her when Zack shot up standing and quivered as a hideously long stream of fluid lurched from the tip of his cock and splattered on the ground right in front of his mother. At first she thought he was urinating on the floor. But then…
“See how much sperm I make, Mommy? I HAVE to do this!” He grunted and then thrust forward again into his hand as another long unbroken cord of cum arced away from his cock and covered the floor at her feet.
“Here comes a nasty one” he moaned through clenched teeth. His cock throbbed in his fist as he pointed it directly at her and she even caught a glimpse past the stretched foreskin as his slit expanded and a nasty thick glob was launched towards her. It landed on the floor in front of her with a plop reminiscent of yogurt being dropped.
“Keep watching, Mom” he panted. His cock twitched hard as another rope shot out and then in between pumps, he grabbed his foreskin and pinched it closed. His dick throbbed in his hands and the end began to inflate as the stream of semen had nowhere to go. He held it tightly as his cock lurched again, a bulge ballooning obscenely at the end. With a moan, he jerked his foreskin down and waterfall of slime and white goo cascaded out from under it and plopped on the floor. He shook his cock and flung droplets of spunk everywhere.
Finally, Zack let out a last moan then collapsed back on to his bed. His legs were splayed wide, proudly showing his weeping member and his giant plump sack.
His mother stood silently, not quite believing what she just witnessed. She’d always encouraged him to be open about his masturbation and it seemed like he had suddenly taken it to heart. He was her world, she had sacrificed so much, she had no social life and no goals outside making sure she raised a healthy strong boy. And as gross as he’s been recently, she felt somewhat reassured by her son that every boy did this.
Zack cleared his throat as he sat back up. “Mom, did you see that? Holy fuck!” he laughed.
“I cum so much now that I don’t even know what to do with it. But that’s bursa escort bayan totally normal, Mommy. All boys go through this.” Of course, that was a lie but his mom didn’t know that. Besides staying hydrated and working out constantly, he had also been taking a large and complex formula of vitamins and male fertility supplements. Through long trial and error, he had finally nailed the exact recipe down. And he had taken it religiously.
Lisa was not quite sure what to do. Her son had essentially made her watch him ejaculate. And he did it in such a disgusting way. Is this really what boys do, she thought.
Lisa, although attractive, had very little experience with either sex or even men in general. Her late husband, Zack’s father, had been a good God-fearing man and they didn’t lose their virginities until their wedding night. He died tragically shortly thereafter and she later found out she was pregnant. Since then, she hasn’t dated, her life has revolved around raising her only son and catering to his every whim. So she was inclined to believe this was normal behavior that all moms had to deal with. After all, boys will be boys.
She sighed, resigned to her fate forever cleaning up after her son, “Zack… Why?! Get out of here while I clean this up. Go take a shower or something.”
“Actually Mom, I might go for the record today. Don’t even bother cleaning my cum up. I’m just going to shoot more,” Zack chuckled. He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a jug of water and started chugging it, watching to see his mother’s reaction.
“No sir! I’m cleaning this wet sticky mess up and then we’re going to figure out a system. I am not a doormat for your special…boy-time!” She grabbed a towel from his laundry and squatted down to mop up the goo. “Go take a shower young man!”
MOTHER
Lisa wrinkled her nose as she cleaned the gunk from the seat of her son’s favorite recliner. The clumps of drying semen were sticky and difficult to clean up with a towel. She sighed as she abandoned the towel and began to pluck the wads with her fingers. It took her 10 minutes to clean up the mess. The entire time, she muttered under breath, letting loose the occasional “ewww” or “gross.”
One large blob of her baby boy’s jelly was particularly difficult to pinch down. It slid out from under her fingers repeatedly as she ended having to use her whole hand to cup it in.
This is so disgusting! The things I do for this boy, she thought to herself. Her lip curled into a smile, though, as she allowed herself some small pride in knowing that she’s raising her son right.
As she sat back, sweating, she knew there had to be a better way. If boys are going to do things like this no matter what, how do you not make into a repetitive big fight about another gross sticky mess?
Suddenly, she had an idea. She stood and went down to the kitchen and grabbed from underneath one of the cupboards her party punch bowl. She carried it back upstairs and placed it right in front of her son’s recliner.
Perfect, she thought. This will be much easier to clean. I just hope Zack can aim better.
Speaking of Zack, where did he go? She walked back out of his room and turned into the bathroom to find her son freshly out of the shower, wrapped in a towel.
He didn’t look her way, he just stood admiring his rippling muscles in the steamy mirror. “Hey Mom, did you clean my recliner? I’m going to use it again after I get back, if you know what I mean.”
“Yes I did and you’re welcome. It was extremely gross,” she said, scrunching her face.
Zack shrugged and dropped his towel to the floor. His junk had slightly shrunk in the cool air after being in the hot water. He unscrewed a small tub, dipped his fingers in and scooped up some kind of oily substance. He brought his fingers to his flaccid dick and started coating it.
His Mom continued, faltering slightly at the audacity of what was happening in front of her, “I, um, had an idea to help you with your uh… when you touch yourself. Which I know is normal and I want you to continue doing,” she assured him.
“I put a bowl in front of your favorite chair so that when you uh… feel the need, you can just… just-” she paused, collecting herself. Her son was pulling his foreskin down and greasing his fleshy cockhead. He then pulled the floppy skin out as far as it would go, stretching it, before moving on to his scrotum. She continued, “You can just ejaculate into it.”
Her son laughed and said, “Mom, you’re so old fashioned! We call it jizz now, or cum or nut – anything but ‘ejaculate.’ But yes, I’ll shoot my loads into your bowl. It’ll be easier for you to clean.”
“Right now though I’m grabbing some lunch and getting dressed, as you suggested. Maybe head back to the gym.” He stopped massaging his scrotum and turned to leave. As he scooted by her, he leaned in with a mischievous sly grin.
“By the way, I also took your suggestion about using the shower. You mind cleaning it up? I may escort bursa have got a bit on your loofa.” He winked and strolled away from her, down the hallway, butt-naked.
She turned back towards the bathroom and stepped in. Lisa was relieved that Zack had at least used the shower. She opened the glass door, expecting the expected. The obvious remnants of a recent male orgasm were stuck on the shower drain grate like normal, although this time the clumps almost clogged it.
Her loofa was on the shower shelf which was chest level. She began to fume as she brought it down to inspect and she noticed the ‘bit’ Zack had casually mentioned. A grotesque fat line of sperm the entire length glinted in the light. It wobbled like jello as she held it.
LATER
Lisa was sitting on the sofa in the living room idly watching TV. She kept glancing at the clock. As an adult, Zack came and went as he pleased. Between working out, school and his friends, he had begun to spend an increasing amount of time away from home. Natural, of course, but she still became anxious when he was out. This morning’s events only heightened that anxiety. She desperately did not want to alienate or embarrass her only son.
She heard the front door unlocking and then open. Feeling relieved that her son was back, she practically skipped to meet him. He was still sweating from the gym, his arms and shoulders bulging as he set down his gym bag. He didn’t look at her, as she tried hugging him hopefully.
“There’s my big boy! I was wondering when you were going to get home,” she said as she tried wrapping her arms around her much taller son. He didn’t return the hug though.
“I’m going upstairs to drop a load in your bowl. You can come grab it in five minutes” he said, nonchalantly heading up the stairs, leaving his mother standing there, rebuffed.
“Uh, sure honey. I’ll be up in a few minutes. Thanks for trying my idea,” Lisa said, kind of hurt that her son all but ignored her.
Five minutes later, Zack had just finished a vigorous wank. He sat there, panting slightly, enjoying the pulsing of his still-hard cock in his hand and the buzz of the endorphin high. Despite his cock tingling from cumming a moment ago, he’d be ready again shortly. He had pulled down his foreskin all the way so that the streams of cum were easier to aim, but even still he had missed quite a bit. Not that he cared.
The bowl was on the ground, streaked with his cum. Some of the wet lines stretched far away from the bowl, but he had managed to hit his target with some of his bigger shots. A frothy small off-white pool of his spunk shimmered at the bottom of the bowl.
He heard his door open and his mother clear his throat, “Son, are you finished?”
He replied, still catching his breath, “Yeah. But I need to squirt it again in just a sec.”
She walked over to look between his legs to the bowl on the ground. There was a noticeable amount of white fluid in the bowl, some of it had bubbled as of shot in with force. Gooey streaks shot out past the bowl along the floor however. At least it wasn’t on the recliner again, she thought to herself.
“Wow, ok well, can you at least try a little bit harder to aim your… penis when your stuff is coming out?” she said, turning to head back out.
“Wait Mommy. Can you help me first? Please?” Her son pointed to his computer monitor on his wall mount. “I need some material for this next one.”
His mother rolled her eyes as she leaned down to his mouse and keyboard. She knew that boys watch pornography, especially when they have to touch themselves to release. Her son watching some naked ladies show their breasts didn’t bother her.
“Look in the favorites tab and find the ‘siswet19 compilation,'” said Zack as he began squeezing his dick. His slick foreskin, still wet with the remnants of his previous session, stretched easily over the rapidly swelling head of his cock.
Lisa, looking abashed as her son manhandled his cock right next to her, tried focusing on the monitor. She found the video and watched as a blonde naked woman was shown on the screen. Seems pretty vanilla, she thought to herself. But her eyes widened as she watched the woman groan and pull out a massive rubber hand from her yawning butthole. Fluid and lube dripped out of the gaping maw that her giant toy left behind. The video then changed to the same woman forcing a large water bottle into her anus.
Lisa recoiled, surprised and taken aback at the video’s disturbing contents. “Oh my gosh,” she said, in growing embarrassment as she realized this is what her innocent sweet boy wanted to watch and touch himself to.
She glanced over at her son, who was ignoring his mother’s obvious discomfort and busy stroking his dick. His scrotum, stretched full and shiny smooth, bounced obscenely each time he slammed his hand down. Each stroke pulled his foreskin until it stretched.
Zack grunted, the idea of his innocent mom watching him bust a huge nut while hardcore anal porn played really titillated him. He glanced at his mother, seeing that she again was watching the video playing. The current scene showed three women with their fists stuffed into the rectum of the same blond. His mother looked on horrified.