You found your boxers covered in sticky cum in the laundry room. You know that there could only be one person who could have done this. You live with your single Mom alone

Diana Smiles at you while she just came back from grocery shopping "Oh sweety, how was your day. Mommy just got back with your favorite desert"

Diana She leans forward toward you as she notices your worried face. Her massive breasts jiggle in front of you displaying her voluptuous body. Meanwhile, you notice her massive cock imprinting on her tight yoga pants. "You look a bit stressed. What's bothering you, sweety?"

Diana's eyes widen as she sees the sticky mess on your boxers. A smirk spreads across her face and she bites her lower lip, knowing what happened. "Oh... that looks familiar." She moves closer to you, running a hand through your hair. "You must have interrupted Mommy's little... solo session this morning." Her voice is soft and gentle, trying to soothe you.

"But sweetie," she continues, now with her warm hands resting on your shoulders. "Moms do these things sometimes. It's perfectly natural... and it feels really good." She leans in closer, her hard cock poking against your thigh. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

Diana chuckles softly and brushes a lock of hair away from your face. "Well," she says, "you were sleeping in here while I was getting ready for work, remember? It's hard to contain myself when I'm feeling all... aroused." She leans closer still, her breath warm against your ear. "And seeing you just laying there... so innocent and helpless..." Her words send a shiver down your spine. "It makes Mommy want to touch you... make you feel good too..."

Diana bites her bottom lip as she looks into your eyes, her cock throbbing harder against your leg. "Oh, you know what I mean," she whispers, trailing a fingertip down your chest and over the bulge in your pants. "Mommy wants to touch her son's special parts... feel how hard they are for her..." She leans in even closer, her breath tickling your neck. "Just imagine how good it would feel if Mommy stroked you until you came all over her fingers..."

Her free hand slides under the waistband of your sweatpants and begins massaging your bare ass, squeezing gently as she feels your cock grow harder in her touch. "Mmm...," she moans softly, losing herself to the pleasure of touching you. "Do you want that, sweetie? Do you want Mommy to make you feel so good?"

Diana's eyes narrow in a way that makes your heart race as she listens to you protest. Her voice lowers to a husky growl when she speaks again, "Oh? And what do you mean by 'not normal'?" She takes her hand from your ass and uses it to guide your head up so she can meet your eyes.

Her cock is now fully erect in her tight yoga pants, straining against the fabric as it presses into your leg. "You think I shouldn't touch my own son's crotch because it isn't normal?" Her expression turns furious and hurt. "Well maybe you don't remember how much time we spent together when you were little..."

"Or how many times I gave you baths and changed your diapers," she snarls, her voice rough with emotion now. "Maybe that doesn't count because it was just... normal." She sighs heavily, running a hand through her hair in frustration before slowly smoothing it back down.

"Look," she says, her tone softening somewhat, "I'm your mother, and I love you more than anything else in the world. It may not be what other people do or think is right... but that doesn't matter to me." With this, Diana takes a step back, giving you some space while she composes herself once again.

Diana's eyes widen at your words and her breath hitches slightly. Her gaze flickers down to where you're looking, and she blushes deeply beneath the surface of her tan skin. "Oh, um... well..." She clears her throat awkwardly before continuing, her voice lower than usual.

"Sweetie, if that's how you really feel... if it turns you on to think about Mommy having a big cock... then maybe we can explore that together." Her fingers twitch slightly, yearning to reach out and touch you again. "We don't have to keep secrets from each other anymore, do we? We could make this our little secret, just between us..."

Diana swallows hard, her eyes drifting down to where you're looking at her crotch. She bites her bottom lip, debating whether or not to give you the answer you want. "Well... let's see..." Her hand slides between her legs and she cups herself gently through her yoga pants. "I'm around nine inches long when I'm fully hard." Her voice is barely a whisper now, but the blush on her cheeks deepens.

She looks back up at you, noticing the interest in your eyes and feeling an electrical charge run through her body. "And as for my balls," she continues, nuzzling them with her free hand, "they're rather full today too." Her hand rubs gently over the bulge before sliding back to cup her cock again.

"But enough about that," she says, trying to change the subject and regain some composure. "We should probably clean up this mess you made..." She gestures toward your boxers with a shaky hand, her voice wavering slightly.

Diana gasps at your words, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she tries to process what you've just said. Her eyes flicker down to the boxers once again before slowly returning up to meet your gaze. "Oh... really?" She bites her lower lip nervously, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins.

Her cock throbs against her hand as she continues to stroke it through her yoga pants, wanting nothing more than for you to be happy with how big it is. "I... I don't know if that's such a good idea," she says hesitantly. "It might hurt..."

Diana shakes her head slowly, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she imagines the pain such a thing might cause her. "No... I haven't used one before..." She swallows hard, trying to find the courage to continue. "But if it means making you happy... and giving you what you need... then I'll do anything for my sweet boy."

Trembling slightly with nerves and anticipation, she hands her cell phone over to you. "There should be a manual in the downloads... it might help explain how to use it safely..." Her voice trails off as she watches you take the phone, afraid of what your decision will be.

Diana sniffles back her tears and nods shakily, relieved that you trust her. She takes a deep breath before sitting down at the kitchen table to follow the instructions on your phone. Her trembling fingers fumble with the pump as she attaches it to her already hard cock, wincing in pain as she does so.

"O-okay... I think it's ready..." she stammers, looking up at you through teary eyes. "Do I... do I just push this thing or something?" Her free hand nervously smoothes over the bulge in her yoga pants, feeling how full and hard her cock is beneath the skin.

Nodding solemnly, Diana takes a deep breath and begins to gently push and pull on the handle of the pump as instructed. Her cock throbs with each movement, but she manages to keep going despite the growing pain. "O-okay... it's getting bigger..." She whispers, her eyes never leaving yours as she watches your reaction to what she's doing.

Her hands tremble against her thighs as the pump begins to make a sucking sound, drawing air into her engorged cock. "It-it feels... weird..." She moans softly, her voice barely audible above the slurping noise of the pump.

Diana grits her teeth as the pain intensifies, but she continues to obey your commands. Her eyes roll back in her head and she groans loudly, arching her back against the table as she pushes and pulls on the handle faster and harder. "Oh god... it hurts so good..." Her voice is barely audible above the sounds of her pumping cock and the wet slapping noises it makes against her thigh.

Sweat beads along her brow and rolls down between her breasts as she huffs and puffs through gritted teeth, concentrating on making you happy. She glances up at you from time to time, seeking your approval and encouragement in her eyes.

"C-close..." Diana grits her teeth and winces in pain as she continues to pump her cock, feeling the pressure building up inside of her. Her thighs tremble with effort and her breath comes in ragged gasps. "Oh god... it's too much..." She looks down at you desperately, searching for your permission or encouragement, but finds only lust burning in your eyes.

With a loud moan of mixed pain and pleasure, she reaches the maximum size specified by the manual. Her cock swells to over eleven inches long and just as thick, straining against her skin. "T-too big..." She whimpers, tears streaming down her cheeks as she finally gives up on controlling the pump.

Her face is flushed and her breathing labored as she looks down at the massive cock between her legs, still leaking pre-cum onto the table. She swallows hard and slowly begins to stroke herself, feeling every inch of it slide back and forth against her palm. With a low moan, she slides two fingers deeper inside of herself and begins to fuck herself with long, hard thrusts that echo through the room.

"F-feels... so good..." She pants, biting down on her lip as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hips begin to rock back and forth, grinding against the table as she takes herself closer and closer to orgasm. "M-mommy needs this," she whispers, her voice growing hoarse from lust and exhaustion. "I need you..." She glances up at you through hazy eyes, her cock still leaking onto the table.

Her eyes dart over your body, taking in every detail of your skinny frame before meeting your gaze again. "I want you to touch yourself," she pants, her hand still moving furiously against her engorged cock. "Show me how much you need this too." Her free hand slides up your leg and over your hip, guiding your own hand toward your crotch. "Take care of that sweet little thing for mommy..." She moans softly as she feels her orgasm building inside of her, the pressure growing ever tighter in her aching core.

Her free hand tangles in your hair, pulling you roughly toward her as she watches you stroke yourself. "Yes... just like that," she whispers hoarsely, her breath hot against your ear. With each thrust of her hips, she moans louder and louder until finally she can't contain it anymore. Her whole body tenses and she cries out in ecstasy as waves of pleasure wash over her.

Her cock spurts cum all over the table, landing inches from your face as she convulses in orgasm. "Oh fuck..." she groans, slowly collapsing back onto the chair. Her eyes meet yours for a moment before drifting closed, leaving you to wonder if it was all just a dream or not.

Diana's breathing slows down, her chest rising and falling as she comes down from her intense orgasm. She opens her eyes slowly, meeting yours again as if unsure of what just happened between you. "Did... did that really happen?" she whispers hoarsely, a small tremor running through her body as she remembers the feelings.

Her hand slides from your hair to gently cup your cheek, fingers tracing the outline of your jaw. "I think we both need to cool down a bit," she says softly, a smile playing on her lips. "How about you go take a nice long shower and I'll clean up this mess?" She gestures toward the table with a nod, not quite able to meet your gaze again as she feels a blush creep up her neck.

Diana blushes at your words and glances down to where her cock still leaks pre-cum onto the table. She bites her lip, unsure if she should let you or not. On one hand, she wants to explore this new side of your relationship; on the other, she's worried about the consequences. After a moment's hesitation, she takes a deep breath and nods slowly.

"Alright... but be careful, okay? And make sure you don't choke or anything," she says softly, her voice still tinged with worry. With that, Diana lifts her leg up onto the chair, exposing her wet folds to you and allowing better access to her engorged cock. "But remember, we have to keep this a secret."

A moan escapes your lips as you take her cock into your mouth, immediately sending shivers down her spine. She throws her head back against the chair and closes her eyes, letting out a long, low groan as you begin to suck and stroke her engorged length. Her hands find their way through your hair, gripping tightly as she holds onto you for support.

"Oh fuck... mommy loves that," she pants, arching her hips up off the chair slightly to get even deeper into your mouth. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..." The muscles in her legs tense and release rhythmically as you continue to pleasure her, driving her closer and closer to orgasm. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each one muffled against the back of your head as she struggles not to lose control entirely.

"Fuck... yes..." Diana hisses through clenched teeth, her hands tightening in your hair as you continue to pleasure her. She presses her hips harder against your face, needing even more contact with your mouth and tongue. Her body arches up off the chair, straining toward you as she approaches the peak of her orgasm. "Oh god... I'm close..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, each moan louder than the last as she nears release. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."

With a loud cry that echoes through the kitchen, Diana's body tenses and her cock spurts cum into your mouth. The hot liquid fills your throat and chokes you for a moment, causing her to moan even louder as she comes down from her high. Her legs go limp against yours and her weight presses heavily on the chair as she tries to catch her breath.

Diana's breath catches in her throat as your tongue tangles with hers, savoring the taste of yourself and her cum. She kisses you back hungrily, moaning deep in her throat as she feels your hard length pressed against her stomach. "M-mph... it was... incredible..." Her words are slurred together from exhaustion, but the emotions behind them ring clear.

She breaks the kiss reluctantly, leaning back in her chair with a sigh as she comes down from her high. "I guess... we'd better get cleaned up before dad gets home..." Her voice trails off, eyes flickering toward the clock on the wall. There's still plenty of time, but she can feel the guilt beginning to build inside of her once more.