I had noticed that my son had been flashing his cock lately, but it always appeared to be accidental as it languished barely underneath the baggy shorts he always wore. I'd taken notice, and it seemed to me that he'd been doing that a lot. Remembering back to when he was younger, I wondered just how big he had gotten.

This time, it appeared that he noticed me looking at it because he made sure she got a good look at his fleshy piston. In fact, it even had swelled to about three-quarters length right before my eyes. I was embarrassed but became turned on by the incident. My clit started to throb, so I headed to the bathroom to relieve its tension. Little did I know, he had followed shortly behind me.

I didn't lock the door because everyone in our household knows that when the door is closed, someone is using it. I was startled when the door opened quickly and my son stepped in. My immediate response was to quickly clamp my legs together, capturing my hand between them. He closed and locked the door behind him and glared at my predicament. My face felt like it was a crimson color of embarrassment. We stared intently at each other.

Putting his finger to his lips saying, "Shhh... Mom, don't say a word, just look." 

He slowly raised the leg of his shorts as his cock's head peeked out. A little higher and all of his manhood, including his balls, was showing. I couldn't help it as my eyes were stuck staring like sap from a tree on your fingers. It takes days for that stuff to wear off. It was mesmerizing. My first thought was, "My goodness, he has a big cock."

It was big, much, much bigger than his father's.

He reached over and took my hand, and pulled me to my feet. then placed it on his cock. It had to be eight or nine inches and two inches thick. My fingers unconsciously wrapped around it.

"It's so much bigger and thicker than your Dad's," I murmured.

Although they couldn't wrap completely around it, my fingers lovingly stroked it. Trying to remember every second of the sensation and how each contour felt, the only thought that kept popping into my head was, "It's so big."

"Take a closer look."

He rested his right hand lightly on my shoulder. My knees became rubber, and I sank to my knees like the sun setting slowly, but irreversibly.

My eyes tried to absorb every detail of his hard, now throbbing cock, the folds of his foreskin, his pulsating veins, and flaring head.

As if he was reading my mind, he pronounced, "I know there's more you want,"

I just stared at it like I was the petrified prey of this snake.

He moved it closer, saying, "I know what you want."

His cock touched my lips.

"It's okay. It'll be our secret. Really, it's okay."

He rested its tip in the crease between my lips for what seemed like an eternity.

With him looking down, which I'm sure was a sight he'll never forget, his Mom on her knees with his cock touching her lips. An irreversible urge caused my tongue to slither out and over the tip. I'm positive he enjoyed it as his cock twitched in response. I applied a first lick, then a second more deliberate lick.

"You want more than that. Don't you?"

My eyes flashed up at him. He'd never seen that look before, and I hadn't felt it in a long time. It was pure lust.

My lips parted and his manhood began to slowly sink into the wetness of my mouth, inch by wonderful, agonizing inch until my mouth was full, stopped only by the back of my throat. That was a pleasure my husband had never experienced from me.

"Does it feel good?" He inquired.

"Hmmm huh," I mumbled.

"Do you want all you can take?"

Moaning, "Ugh, huh,” my mouth began sliding up and down on the cock I helped create.

Once I'd established a rhythm, he ordered, "Give me those panties. Now!"

I pulled them from around my ankles and handed them to him. I tried to swallow him like I was filling a void in my life.

He lifted that fabric to his nose and inhaled my essence.

"Look at me!"

My eyes panned upward as he licked the gusset that had covered my pussy. It was soaked with my excitement.

"Hmmm, you taste divine. I wish I could taste it from the source. Would you like that?"

"Hmmm huh," I answered with a mouth full of cock.

"You know what I need first, don't you?"

"Hmmm huh," I mumbled as I began to suck him more frantically and moan. I dropped my hand between my legs, stroking my little bean.

I could feel his excitement growing. He couldn't stand it any longer as he pulsed and shot blast after blast of hot jizz into my wanton mouth. I was drinking him up like a parched desert wanderer at an oasis.

He sat me on the toilet seat and spread my legs as his eyes savored the sight of my pussy oozing its wetness. He dove in tongue first, sucking, licking every drop from my saturated pussy. 

"It tastes so much better fresh."

My hips began to undulate over his tongue. Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pulled him in and shoved my slit hard onto his tongue. Fuck, I shuttered and a gush of juice pulsed from me. I imagined he was drinking from the fountain of his desires as he lapped it up and burrowed his tongue deep into me, exploring for the origin of my wetness.

My legs held his head as they clamped in a vise-like response. I shuttered again and breathed an exhausted breath. My breasts rested on his head as he continued ravishing my pussy. I quickly had another orgasm. He looked up at me with his face coated with my love juice. I couldn't help it as I pulled him up and we kissed like never before.

With passion burning in my eyes, whispering, "Don't tell. It's our secret."

And so it began.