Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

Size Queen House Slaves Ch. 5

I rose up from the couch like a zombie from its grave, grabbing Mother's gift along the way. My erection was so hard I was surprised it didn't hurt. It led me into the hall, down all the way to the end. I knocked.

"Craig?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Come in."

The first thing she said when I closed the door behind me was, "There'll be no talking. Do you understand?"

I stood passionless in expression, burning with lust on the inside. Mother was sitting on the end of her and Dad's bed. She was naked, and my dick jerked with need. Sitting exaggerated her soft curve, breasts nearly touching her sweet little bulge of belly fat. Her belly resting on the very top of her thighs, made thick by resting across the comforter, half concealed the dark, hairy mound of her sex. I swallowed a large glob of saliva, placed the jar gently on her dresser, and began removing my clothes.

Her hands dithered, sometimes smoothing the bedspread, sometimes drumming her fingers on her soft flesh. Twin, pink flushes filled her cheeks as she tried not to look like she was eager for the sight of her son's giant pecker.

That sight was eager to see her. My boner heaved out of my boxers as I slid them down my legs. It flounced forward, trying to drag me to the lusting woman who had given me life. I stumbled towards her, feet not quite free of my pants. Thank the gods I wasn't wearing shoes!

Mom turned her head away, perhaps to hide a smirk, but her face returned with the same seriousness it had ...

... greeted me with. Yet at my approach, she scooted back on the bed and turned over to stand on her hands and knees, presenting only her rear.

Mother's thick pubic thatch nearly hid the glistening line of her outer labia, but the tight pucker of her anus drew more of my attention. I realized my mistake then and doubled back to grab the plastic jar of lubrication.

"Mom, you can't just say nothing. This jar tells me most of what you want, and I'm smart enough to realize you don't want to say why or even acknowledge what I'm about to do. But you need to help me with how!"

I opened the jar and ripped off the joke of a 'protective seal.' As if some right-winger was going to poison a jar of petroleum jelly- Er, except those who morally objected to anal sex. I folded the slick side of the seal together and tossed it respectfully into a small bin beside Mom's dresser.

Finally my mother spoke. Her word were gentle but halting. "I-I just assumed you - you knew what to do."

"Maybe if I was gay. My two girlfriends might have had enough chutzpah for pussy sex with a normal size..." My voice trailed off, and I dipped two fingers into the slimy goo and dug out maybe a tablespoon's worth. I was pretty lucky to have had two decent girlfriends during high school. A lot of guys had none.

"You mean, you're a virgin?"

"Technically no." I climbed onto the bed, with my knees, and waddled up behind my mother's broad ass. It twitched in anticipation.

Mom's voice intensified. "Stop ...