The Reunion

Having experienced Garrett's special ability to pack a woman to overflowing, Kristen angrily envied the mewling girl. However, the knowledge that so much of her son's endowment was wasted on the little waif brought a dark revel to her heart; only a mother could take all of her baby boy.

"Gahh- RETT! Aaah!! Yo- you're gonna... make meeeee..."the adult girl squeaked, her small hands clutching her lover's massive arms.

"I know. Just let go," Garrett muttered.

Kristen knew her son was no stranger to a woman's impending orgasm. She watched with wide eyes as her ex-lover continued his steadfast trouncing until the teen beneath him screamed piteously, clawed at her tormentor's back, and flexed her toes.

Garrett withdrew, the suction from the removal of his mighty scepter causing the ravaged girl's pussy to evict a quantity of fluid that soaked the bed. Although transfixed by the pulsating monster dangling menacingly from between her son's legs, Kristen retreated from the doorway to maintain her cover.

"A- mazingg," she heard the girl croak.

"Get on your knees," Garrett commanded coolly.

"Wha- again?"

"Yeah, I haven't come yet."

"But... what about your mom?"

"She's gonna hang out with her friends until the afternoon. We'll hear the garage door, so stop worrying."

Still on her back, she panted heavily, "Wanna rest for a bit?"

"No."

Kristen listened to the bed creak as her son ignored the girl's reservations and easily flipped her over. As her son's grunts and the breathless schoolgirl's squeals began anew, Kristen realized that her panties were saturated and that her belly was on fire - she was more aroused now than she had been in weeks.

A short while later, Garrett cursed loudly as he heard the garage door open. He released the Emily's hair and sweaty ass from his firm grip and withdrew.

She whimpered disapprovingly, looking back and arching her sweaty back, "No... baby... I'm so close... pleasee..."

Garrett was in no mood for commiseration as he threw the disappointingly empty condom into the waste basket. Ever since his mother had unceremoniously put an end to their assignations, his aching cock had gone unrelieved in weeks. Unfortunately, thanks to his mother's overzealous tutelage, masturbation was no longer a worthy opponent for his stamina. When he'd finally gotten Emily Bonnett into bed, he was sure that he'd found relief, but her inexperienced pussy was no match for the maternal vaginal gymnastics to which he was accustomed; the short bouts in Emily's teenage bedroom while her mother visited neighbors always left him blue-balled. Realizing that he'd finally have an empty house for hours, he had planned to plow the tight little teen uninterrupted until he was satisfied; this unexpected interruption irked him to no end.

Whilst pulling on his shorts, he snapped, "My mom's already here. Get dressed."

Terrified of Mrs. Bunker, Emily yelped and frantically began dressing.

Soon, the couple descended the stairs together to meet Kristen. Despite their casual attitude and state of full dress, the teens were implicated in their peccadillo by their shiny bodies and disheveled clothes.

"Hey mom... how was spin class?"

"Good."

Garrett knew his mother well enough to know that the strained smile she wore belied an intense anger bubbling underneath the surface. He also noticed her glare directed at his arm around Emily's waist.

She was jealous!

Still fuming at his mother for her various slights, Garrett was eager for some payback. He curled his arm around the schoolgirl tighter, bringing her even closer.

"This is Emily Bonnett, from school."

Her jaw clenched as she watched her handsome son snuggle up to the ugly, overtanned hussy with whore earrings and non-existent tits. The mother inside Kristen fumed at her for driving her son to this last resort.

"H- hi, Mrs. Bunker... I was just about to leave," the girl croaked, astute enough to know that she was currently unwanted.

"Hello, Emily. It's nice to meet you. Have a good afternoon."

"I'll see her out."

Garrett walked her to the door. Ensuring that their goodbye was well within his mother's sight, he embraced Emily so passionately that she left the house dizzy in love.

As soon as the door closed, Kristen snapped, her legitimate anger exponentially fiercer from the jealously and sexual need that made her womb itch maddeningly.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? I can't believe I have to come home to you plugging some teen skank!"

"I thought you were going to be out with your friends until later," Garrett coldly replied.

"Well, they cancelled," Kristen shouted, his reasonable response making her even angrier. "T-that's not the point though! You're being disgusting!"

Garrett had had enough.

"Oh bullshit," he muttered as he started to walk away.

"WHAT?! What did you say?"

Kristen walked up to him and grabbed his arm.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you. You do not get to talk-"

The teen turned around, towering over her.

"I said BULLSHIT. You're not disgusted - you're just jealous."

"Wha-?" Kristen mouthed, backing away.

Garrett began pacing towards her, "You're jealous that I'm with somebody else. Jealous that I'm having sex with somebody else."

Kristen tried to raise her voice, but she could only whisper, "I thought I told you we wouldn't talk about that anymore."

Garrett had finally walked her back against the wall. He towered over her, his hands bracing his lean against the wall two feet above her, and brought his face close to hers.

"I didn't. You did. You want me to talk about it."

"I- I..."

Kristen found herself looking up at her strapping, handsome son - teenager or not, he certainly looked at her like a man does at his woman. Her anger disappeared and the speech she had prepared had been forgotten. All she knew was the throbbing deep in her belly. Her nostrils flared. The hairs on her skin stood up. Her already moist panties began to wet anew.

"You're jealous that I've replaced you with someone. Angry that I don't need you anymore."

She didn't bother denying the truth. Her eyes gazed into his in complete submission. He could reduce her to tears with one cruel word.

To her surprise, his gaze softened and the lines in his face softened.

"Well you're wrong. I do need you."

He grasped her hand and guided it to his shorts. With a familiarity bordering on instinct, her fingers curled around the massive barrel of his erection and began stroking it. God, she missed touching him.

"He's been aching for you, mom. He needs you... so badly. Only you know how to touch him."

The look of tortured need on her beloved boy's face made her mother's heart melt. She reached up and touched his face with her other hand.

"Oh... my poor babyy. I- I need... you... too."

Garrett closed his eyes, relishing his mother's loving touch. He opened them again to gaze into her lovely eyes, and began to close the distance between them.

"I love you, mom. I want you."

Kristen's heart pounded violently, filled to the brim with a confusing mix of lust, love, guilt, and fear. She slid her hand from his cheek and placed them over his lips, pushing weakly.

She shook her head slowly, her teary eyes wide, "Baby... we c- can't. I promised... your father... this is wrong."

Garrett paused his advance, his blue eyes burning into hers, "Does that matter?"

Kristen was shocked at his amorality. Was this the reflection of her deepest self?

He disclosed, "I don't care if it's wrong. I just have one question."

"What?" she whispered, eager to know.

He lowered his arms from the wall, wrapping them around her body. His fingers stroked her shoulders over her tanktop, her bare stomach, her hips confined in yoga pants. He pulled her close, pressing the hard slab in his boxers against her tight gym clothes, the heat setting her core on fire.

"Is it what you want?"

Taking her eyes slipping shut in pleasure as her approval, he resumed his approach. He grasped her blonde head with his large hand, and pulled it to him, rekindling their forbidden love with her surrendered kiss.

Divorced to such heights of passion for so long, Kristen 's conscious grew hazy as lust conquered her soul. The very training that she had bequeathed to her son now conquered her attention, his hungry lips, rapacious hands, and eager tongue reducing her to a dazed schoolgirl. She barely remembered being picked up and walked up the stairs towards her son's room. Through the fog of her mind, she briefly wished that the boy would walk them to her marriage bed, but then quickly remembered that Garrett's room was their designated sanctuary.

She felt her feet touch the ground and watched as her son began undressing.

The familiar sight triggered her associated routine, and she stripped naked. Just as she bent down to pull away her yoga pants, she stood up to find her tall, tanned paramour walking towards her, his ludicrously large erection bobbing before him. She looked up at him when he was close, his blond hair glistening in the sunlight streaming from the window.

He pulled her into him, her chin resting on his sternum, her breasts pressed against his abdomen, her soft mound squshed against his diamond hard-on. Her hands rubbed his shoulders, whilst his fingers explored the curve of her ass, dislodging her panties.

Her panties dropped to her shins. As she had done thousands of times before, she kicked them off and stood on her tippy-toes, tilting up her head so that her lips were centimeters away from her son's. Garrett looked down to meet her lips.

"I love you. Only you," she whispered before pressing her lips to his.

Their wet, messy, desperate lip locking seemed to go on for eternity. Finally reunited and safe in the temple of the most forbidden ritual, mother and son consumed each other. The heat of their embrace also further ignited their craven need, as evidenced by their throbbing, weeping genitals.

Kristen broke the kiss. She breathlessly whispered, "I need cock. Now."

She dropped to her knees, intently worshipping her most favorite penis in the world. She felt her pussy ache as she relearned its pale, vein-engorged surface after a month of estrangement. The base stood hard and thick, like an alabaster tree trunk surrounded by pufts of dark grass. The tip, a slab of flesh that had covered every infinitesimal nook and cranny within her in its many spelunkings, drooled with monstrous purpose.

She puckered her soft lips and approached, planting a long, tender kiss on the shaft, her eyes searching for his. He met her gaze, shivering from the memories associated with one of their many sexual rituals. She smiled, well aware of her ability to reduce her lothario to a mewling boy, pulling her hair behind her ear in preparation of readying his vigorous breeding tool.

Looking to her left at the boy's nightstand, she opened the false bottom and used her plying fingers to grasp a flat piece of plastic from the wicker bucket. "Magnum. Extra Sensitive." she read, strangely happy to see the packaging again. Expertly tearing the plastic with her teeth - she hadn't ruptured a condom in years - she safely deposited the circle in the flat of her right hand.

Garrett gently grasped her hand just as she set to the task. She looked up, bemused, to find him shaking his head.

"Magic trick."

She smiled in understanding. She grasped her son's penis casually with her left, placed the rubber in her mouth, and proceeded to swallow his entire monstrosity.

Her son confirmed her success when he groaned in response to her voice tickling his glans and her lipstick smearing his base. The maneuver provided gooey lubricant for her mouth to spread over the column; Garrett's vision began to blur as he watched his parent lay wet, broad tongue-strokes around the surface of his babymaker. His knees went weak from the sensation, and he grasped her bare right shoulder for support.

Normally, Kristen would never cease an action that made her baby groan and thrust with such relief. Today, however, even her maternal needs were bowing to her needs as a woman.

She plopped the shiny, black obelisk from her mouth, and whispered huskily, "I need him. Inside me."

He soundlessly pulled her up to her feet, right up against him. Holding her with his large hands, he walked her back and gently put her on her back. Climbing onto his knees, he recklessly pulled her legs apart to find her open for him, once again, stroking her bud to anoint his entry. He watched her, enjoying her heart-achingly pretty face watching him expectantly with need; her large, maternal breasts sloped onto her torso; her thick, creamy thighs and ample hips shaking with anticipation. He remembered well why high school girls had never concerned him before.

He kneed up to her, laying down his pale enormity on her matching stomach. Its chasmal opening slobbering clear pre-cum well above her belly button, the image in her wide eyes drying her mouth. He pulled back, preparing to enter her in simple, but practiced, perfected, familiar missionary.

Yet he felt her hand on his left shoulder, their well-established gesture of veto.

"W-wait... I wanna see it go in," Kristen sighed.

Garrett's lust-glazed eyes cleared to consider her request.

Kristen blushed, "I was... watching you with that girl earlier... and watching you fill her was... fun. So I wanna see..."

She watched his eyebrows rise, likely in surprise to his mother's voyeurism. His gaze drifted away shortly, and for a moment it seemed that he was lost in thought.

"Sweetie? Is everythi-"

Kristen was abruptly interrupted as her lover got onto his knees and began to wordlessly reposition her. He climbed back off the bed, pulling her with him until her buttocks graced the edge of the bed. She watched as he pulled her legs high into the air and pushed them back against her torso.

With a commanding voice that made her shiver, he muttered, "Hold your legs back."

Mother obeyed placidly, curling her hands around her large thighs, hooking her legs back; through the V of her legs, she relished the long-denied, once-familiar sight of her son in between her legs. Her eyes traced his wide, sculpted thighs, tense from his posture; his hard, toned abdomen, rippling with his slow breaths; his massive, flat chest, dusted with a light fuzz of hair; and his flared lats and bulging shoulders, flexed from his hunched posture. Below, the glistening, black cane of his colossal penis hung intimidatingly between his legs, prepared to violate her most sacred treasure.

"Baby..." she whispered.

He met her eyes, hypnotized by her tone.

"Fuck me."

Kristen watched as he complied without question, placing the meaty tip of his spear against her opening and driving his hips forward. As the massive plum disappeared inside her, the pressure within her slowly rose. Soon, Garrett found himself pushing harder than he had in their years of mating.

"Garrett!"

He heard his mother gasp his name as the crown of the enormous glans finally went in, the requisite pressure driving in a portion of the slightly thinner shaft before her he could readjust his driving momentum. He felt her hand jerk to his abdomen, likely a defensive reaction to the invasion within her.

Yet, the boy, reckless with need, did not hesitate in his determined descent. He drove forward with steady force, his arms flexed and his brow knit with effort. The familiar sensations of his mother's nearly involuntary, but expert muscular caresses on his tender pipe flooded his pelvis with waves of pleasure, making his eyes roll into the back of the head.

"Christtt..."

Kristen barely registered his growl of delight, her eyes wide with grotesque curiosity as she watched her offspring's pudgy truncheon invade her sanctuary; whenever he withdrew slightly to readjust his angle of entry, his breadth would cause her pink folds to unravel, like a glove being turned inside out. Beads of sweat stung her eyes as she intermittently gritted her teeth and bit her lip, trying her best to adjust to a cock thrice the girth of the one she had become accustomed.

However, with time, her body remembered its routine occupant, her walls loosening and lubricating to ease his entry. Soon, both mother and son reveled in the familiar sensation of their deepest union, as Garrett's glans kissed Kristen's cervix.

Euphoric with sensation and close to her first vaginal orgasm in a month, Kristen ran her hands over her lover's body, lovingly stroking his chest.

"Babyy... I've missed this sooo much. Ugh, you're incredible."

Garrett relaxed his arms, lowering his face to hers, "I've missed you too, mom. There's nobody like you."

She smiled, with genuine pleasure at his appreciation: a boy's adoration for his mother, a man's need for his woman, a lover's devotion to his soul-mate.

"You're so beautiful. I want to give you everything I have," he whispered, gesturing to their union.

Kristen's looked down, and was surprised to see that her son was not yet entirely inside her. Her gaze returned to his.

"I love you, mom," he stated, just as he brought his lips to hers, and pushed forward hard.

Just as his balls flattened against her buttocks, the tip of his peter kneading her womb, her orgasm began. That was the moment the last of her love for her husband dried up.

"MMMMMM!! MMMMMM!!"

She screamed into his lips, her hips writhing carelessly. He lowered his weight onto her completely, her tits pressing into his chest. Now comfortably maintaining his deep penetration, he watched her eyes bolt back, her body seize, her face redden, and her brow strain from the waves of excruciating relief wracking her soul.

Garrett released her from his kiss, looking on her face with fascination as her mouth gaped into an "O", unable to produce any sound for a moment before drawing in ragged breaths and letting them out in tortured hisses and whimpers. Even though he held steady, the preposterously powerful spasms around his schlong tested the limits of his endurance.

When her breathing finally stabilized, she sighed with relief, gazing up at her abettor through tufts of sweaty, messy hair. She grasped his face with both hands and began laying innumerable kisses all over. This was sex. She remembered now what it was, and wondered how she ever abandoned this. Her raging endorphins made her see big pink hearts when she looked upon her teenage stud.

"I love you too, baby,"

For the first time in a month, every fiber of her being meant it. She nuzzled his nose with hers and kissed him on the lips deeply. Still itching deep inside with a magnificent penis inside her, she nibbled on his ear and whispered.

"I need more. So much more."

And so the two lovers began dancing their favorite dance. The man impaled his mate, his muscular legs and ass propelling his hips to and fro, forcing his ominously large love-cudgel deep into his lover, jabbing and nudging every bit inside of her. He sighed and grunted, his dominant eyes boring into her surrendering pair, his large fists digging into the soft bedding to keep him above her, his battering ram massaging his mother's soft walls. The woman consumed her beau, her strong pelvic muscles and abs powering her void to suctioning, blitzing the staff inside her with powerful Kegels, rubbing and caressing every inch inside of her. She gasped and whimpered, her eyes eager to surrender to his impossible masculinity, her small hands pushing against his chest to control his assault, her quim milking her son's inflamed pipe.

Her eyes flutter and legs shake when he bumps her special places. She squeals and her fingernails dig into his chest. Over the next half-an-hour, the pleasure within her, exhorted by prolonged abstinence, pulses fast and hard. Her orgasms batter her long and unexpectedly. Some make her cry, but her son never lets up; by the next orgasm, she's thankful for him knowing better. She sweats, squirts, claws, kicks, shrieks, and screams out a month's worth of sexual frustration.