Fantasy Becomes Reality

How could someone have everything they need and still feel unsatisfied? This is the question Angela kept turning over in her head on an unremarkable Tuesday in June. She walked through the house, filling up her hamper with the week’s laundry.

The house was large, her husband had been a successful man. Angela and her son Charlie lived alone since the accident. She was comfortable, but something was missing.

Charlie’s was the last room to check. It was a mess as usual, clothes strewn across the floor and soda cans on his desk. After a long sigh, she made her way over to the desk and began picking up the cans.

Her hand brushed the mouse, and the screen flashed to life. What she saw surprised and excited her. A video was paused about halfway through. There was a woman on her knees. She was probably in her early 40s. She was curvy and busty with long, dark hair. Standing on either side of her, were two tall, naked men with impossibly large cocks. In the still image, she was holding each of their manhoods in her hands and looking up lustfully.

Angela’s jaw hung open. She wasn’t so much surprised by the fact that her son was watching porn, it was by the type of women he was aroused by. The woman looked just like her. She appeared to be about the same age, similar build. Angela never imagined a boy in college would be interested in women who looked like her.

Angela couldn’t help herself. She clicked play. Charlie’s headphones were laying on his desk. Angela could hear the woman’s moans as she stroked the massive cocks in her hands.

Her eyes locked onto the action. Her mind drifted back to images from her younger and wilder days. She always told herself she was satisfied with Charlie’s father, but part of her always pined for those less than innocent days. Hooking up with strangers at parties, she even had a threesome once with two of her guy friends. She kept telling herself she wasn’t ready to date again, but she was starting to get restless.

Angela’s hand drifted down her stomach and found her neglected, wet slit. She brushed her clit, wanting more. Her thick legs clamped around nothing, desire burning all over her skin.

Before long the woman on the screen was mounting one of the men, sliding his long, hard cock inside of her. She moaned in ecstasy as her skin parted and the shaft stretched her wide.

Angela missed feeling full. She completely forgot about the fact she was in her son’s room as she was lost in the fantasy of her desire.

She rubbed her clit harder, trying to make herself cum. If she could only finish, she’d be able to snap out of it. Hiking up her skirt, she sat down and pushed her panties to the side. She still kept her pubic hair tidy, a small tuft of hair sitting neatly above her mound. Soon she had two fingers inside while her other hand furiously schlicked her clit. The second man muffled the actresse screams by stuffing her mouth with cock, which she took with skill.

Angela wanted it. She wanted to be used like that. She missed it.

She came. Hard. Her legs shook and her toes curled. She had to bite her lip to stop from screaming out.

It felt like a release of so much built up tension. She had been holding herself back for so long.

As the glow faded, she realized how embarrassed she was. She had just masturbated in her son’s room, to the porn her son had been watching. She felt like a bad mother, like a line had been crossed. That’s when she noticed the other tabs.

“Cuckold Gangbang”, “Hot wife sucks and fucks 2 massive black cocks”, “Step-mom cucks step-son”.

Angela was beside herself. She couldn’t believe her son was watching such degenerate things. He was only nineteen years old.

But she couldn’t deny that it turned her on. The spark that had died long ago was reigniting.

Angela stared at the open tabs, her fingers still glistening from her own orgasm. The titles stared back at her like a dirty secret she wasn't supposed to know. Her heart raced as she clicked on one of the videos, the one titled "Step-mom cucks step-son." She watched as the same actress who could have been her twin was bent over a couch while a much younger man watched from the corner. The woman moaned loudly as a stranger pounded into her from behind.

The sound of the front door opening downstairs made her freeze. Charlie was home. She grabbed the hamper and slipped out of his room, closing the door softly behind her.

The next few days passed in a strange haze. Angela found herself more aware of Charlie around the house. He was small for his age, barely five foot six, with narrow shoulders and a soft build that made him look younger than nineteen. He spent most of his time in his room or studying, never the athletic type like some of the other boys his age. She started noticing how he glanced at her when he thought she wasn’t looking, especially when she wore tighter tops that showed off her full breasts or shorter skirts that hugged her wide hips.

One afternoon, two of Charlie’s college friends stopped by to work on a group project. Jack and Marcus were the opposite of her son: tall, broad-shouldered, with the easy confidence of athletes. They filled the living room with their deep voices and laughter. Angela brought them drinks, bending over a little more than necessary as she set the glasses down. She could feel their eyes on her cleavage.

“You boys look thirsty,” she said with a warm smile, her voice softer than usual. “Let me know if you need anything else. I’m happy to help.”

Jack grinned, his gaze lingering. “Thanks, Mrs. White. You’re the best.”

“Please, call me Angela boys.” She said, touching Jack on the shoulder. Her hand lingered as she felt his toned, muscular arm in her soft fingers.

Marcus chuckled. “Charlie’s lucky. Most moms aren’t this cool. And you look so young. I still can’t believe you’re old enough to be his mom.”

“Oh, I try. Charlie’s a good boy, but he could learn a thing or two from you two. You really know how to charm an old lady like me.” She said it playfully, her face flushing red. Her eyes flicked toward the hallway where she knew Charlie was watching from the stairs.

“Old?” Jack interjected. “You look hotter than any of the girls in our school Mrs. White - I mean Angela.”

Later that evening, after the friends left, Angela went to her room and left the door open again. She changed slowly out of her clothes, standing in front of her mirror in just her bra and panties. Her curvy body was still soft and inviting, her heavy breasts straining against the lace. She brushed her hair, arching her back slightly. She didn’t look directly, but she heard the faint creak of floorboards in the hallway. Charlie was there, peeking.

The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She let her hand trail down her stomach, stopping just above her mound, then turned off the light as if nothing had happened.

Over the following week, Jack and Marcus continued to come over to work on their project. When they came over again, Angela wore a low-cut sundress that clung to her thick thighs and full ass. She laughed at their jokes, let her hand rest on Marcus’s shoulder, and once even bent over to pick up a dropped pen right in front of Jack, giving him a clear view down her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra and got a jolt of excitement as she noticed a large bulge straining in his pants.

Charlie stayed quiet, but she noticed how flushed he got when he flirted with his friends. How he shifted in his seat, trying to hide the small bulge in his pants. That night, she left her door wider than before. She lay on her bed in just a thin nightie, her legs parted slightly as she slowly touched herself. Soft moans escaped her lips, loud enough for someone listening in the hall to hear. She imagined Charlie standing there, aching, watching his mother play with her wet slit.

She came quietly, her body trembling, knowing he had seen.

The next morning, Angela made breakfast in a short robe that barely covered her ass. Charlie sat at the table, quiet and fidgety. She leaned over him to pour coffee, her breast brushing his shoulder.

“Everything okay, sweetie?” she asked, her voice gentle but teasing. “You seem a little tense lately.”

He mumbled something, his cheeks red. His small frame looked even smaller next to her as she stood close. Angela felt powerful, desired in a way she hadn’t in years. The feeling reminded her of how she used to feel, before she met Charlie’s father.

Angela had a bit of a wild streak when she was Charlie’s age. She had tried to forget those years after she got married, her husband never knew that side of her. Thinking back, she suddenly remembered something from those years. She decided to go looking for it.

Digging through the back of her closet, she found it. It was labeled simply with a date from over twenty years ago, long before she had met Charlie’s father. Her heart skipped as she plugged it into her laptop in her room. The video opened on a younger version of herself, barely twenty-two, naked and laughing on a friend’s couch. Two handsome guys from college were with her, their bodies strong and eager. She watched herself take them both, first sucking one while the other fucked her from behind, then switching positions as she moaned without shame. Her younger body looked so hungry, so free.

The sight made her wet again. This was perfect. She copied the file to a fresh USB drive and slipped it into Charlie’s room while he was out with friends. She left it right on his desk, half-hidden under a notebook as if it had been misplaced. Then she waited.

That evening, after dinner, Charlie disappeared into his room. Angela gave him twenty minutes before she crept quietly down the hall. His door was cracked open just enough. She positioned herself in the shadows where she could see his desk and bed clearly without being noticed. Her breath was shallow as she peered inside.

Charlie sat at his desk in just a t-shirt and boxers. He had found the drive. The video was already playing on his screen, the volume low but audible. Angela watched as her younger self gasped and begged for more on the screen. Charlie’s eyes were glued to it. His hand slipped into his boxers and pulled out his penis. It was tiny, barely four inches hard, thin and cute with a slight upward curve. He stroked it slowly at first, his narrow shoulders hunched forward.

Angela felt a rush of heat between her thighs. She pressed her legs together, staying perfectly still.

On the video, the younger Angela was on her knees, taking one cock deep in her mouth while the other slapped against her cheek. Charlie’s breathing grew heavier. His strokes sped up, his small fist moving up and down the short length of his shaft. Soft, high-pitched moans escaped his lips. “Ahh… fuck… Mom…” he whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear. The sound was so cute and needy that it made her nipples tighten.

He leaned closer to the screen, his free hand gripping the edge of the desk. His whole small body trembled as he pumped faster. Those gentle, whimpering moans continued, each one sending another wave of arousal through Angela. She had never heard him sound so vulnerable, so desperate. His tiny cock looked almost delicate in his hand, the head flushed pink as he worked it.

When the video reached the part where she was riding one of the guys reverse cowgirl, Charlie let out a particularly sweet, shaky moan. His body stiffened. A few weak spurts of cum landed on his stomach as he came, his small frame shuddering with release. He kept stroking gently through it, milking every drop while panting softly.

Angela stayed hidden a moment longer, her heart racing with excitement and a strange tenderness. She slipped away silently before he could notice, returning to her room with a satisfied smile.

Angela heard the doorbell and smiled to herself as she answered it. Jack and Marcus stood there, tall and broad, their athletic builds filling the doorway. Charlie trailed behind them nervously, his small frame looking even smaller next to his friends.

“Hey, Mrs. A,” Jack said with a grin, his eyes dropping straight to her low-cut top.

“Come on in, boys,” Angela replied warmly, stepping aside so they could enter. She let her hand brush Marcus’s arm as he passed, lingering just a second too long. “Charlie mentioned you two were helping him with that group project again. How sweet of you.”

In the living room, the teasing started almost immediately. Marcus dropped onto the couch and smirked at Charlie. “Dude, you really need us to carry you on this paper? What would you do without us?”

Jack laughed, clapping a heavy hand on Charlie’s narrow shoulder, making him wince. “Yeah, little guy. Sit down and take notes while the real men handle it.”

Angela joined in with a soft laugh, standing close to the two bigger boys. “Now, now, be nice. Charlie tries his best, don’t you, sweetie?” She reached out and ruffled Charlie’s hair playfully, but her body angled toward Jack and Marcus. “Still, it’s good he has strong friends like you two looking out for him.”

She moved around the room, bending over to adjust some magazines on the coffee table right in front of them. Her full breasts strained against her blouse, and she caught both boys staring. When she straightened up, she placed a hand on Marcus’s thigh. “You boys must be working up an appetite. Let me get you something cold to drink.”

As she walked to the kitchen, she swayed her wide hips a little more than necessary. Back with the drinks, she leaned over Jack this time, her breast pressing lightly against his shoulder while she set the glass down. “Here you go, handsome.”

Charlie sat quietly in the corner chair, face flushed. Angela noticed the small bulge forming in his pants and the tiny wet spot starting to darken the fabric. He was getting hard already. Her pulse quickened. She pushed further.

With all the boys’ eyes on her, she pulled her neckline down. The hem of her blouse was dangerously close to exposing her large areolas.

“Charlie, honey, why don’t you run to the store and pick up some snacks for your friends? They’ve been so helpful with your project. Take your time, okay? Get whatever they like.” She slipped him some cash and gave him a gentle push toward the door, her voice sweet but firm.

Charlie hesitated, but nodded and left. The moment the door closed, Angela turned back to Jack and Marcus with a hungry smile. She dropped to her knees right there in the living room, her hands eagerly working at their belts.

Charlie stepped through the front door, a plastic bag of snacks in his small hand, and stopped dead in the living room entrance.

Angela was on her knees between Jack and Marcus, her blouse wide open and her heavy breasts fully exposed. Both boys had their pants around their ankles. Jack’s cock was thick and heavy, nearly nine inches long with a fat, bulbous head and prominent veins running along the shaft. Marcus’s was slightly longer but equally imposing, a straight, girthy monster with a dark, swollen head that glistened with her saliva. They stood tall and confident on either side of her, their large balls hanging full and tight beneath those massive shafts.

Angela pulled her mouth off Marcus’s cock with a wet pop, strings of thick drool stretching from her lips to the shiny head. She looked over at her son, her face already flushed and messy, drool running down her chin and dripping onto her tits.

“Come in, sweetie. Close the door and sit down,” she said gently, still holding both huge cocks in her soft hands. “Don’t be shy. Young, healthy boys like Jack and Marcus need to be drained frequently. It’s only fair after they help you with your project.”

Charlie’s face burned bright red, but he obeyed. He shuffled over to the armchair and sat down, his small frame sinking into the cushion. His eyes were wide, fixed on the scene in front of him. The wet spot in his pants was already visible.

Angela smiled at him lovingly. “Should I stop, Charlie?” She leaned in and ran her tongue slowly up the underside of Jack’s thick cock before sucking the fat head back into her mouth with a moan. She pulled off again just long enough to tease, “I know you love watching Mommy service big hung studs. Is it making your little weewee hard?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Her head bobbed eagerly, taking more of Jack’s cock into her throat while her hand stroked Marcus’s length. Drool spilled freely from the corners of her mouth, running in shiny rivulets down her neck and across her full, bouncing breasts.

The boys grew bolder. Jack reached down and grabbed a fistful of Angela’s dark hair, pulling her harder onto his cock. “That’s it, Mrs. A. Suck it deeper,” he growled, starting to thrust his hips forward. His thick shaft stretched her lips wide as he fucked her face with steady strokes.

Marcus laughed and slapped his heavy cock against her cheek, leaving a wet smear across her makeup. “Fuck, your mom’s throat feels amazing, dude.” He grabbed her hair too, turning her head toward him and pushing his long cock past her lips. Angela gagged softly but took it, her eyes watering as mascara began to run down her cheeks.

Charlie sat frozen, breathing fast. His small hand pressed against the growing bulge in his pants as he watched his mother get used.

The boys took full control now. They alternated between her mouth, grabbing her hair and sliding their huge cocks deep into her throat. Jack pulled out and slapped his heavy, veiny shaft across her face repeatedly, smearing her lipstick and mascara while she gasped for air. Marcus followed, rubbing his swollen head over her tongue and then across her forehead, leaving shiny trails of precum and spit.

“Look at those balls.” Angela managed to say between slurps, her voice husky. “So healthy and virile. So full of thick cum for Mommy.”

Angela cupped both of their spit covered scrotums lovingly, massaging them as she sucked, encouraging their release.

The wet, obscene sounds of her sloppy blowjob filled the room. Angela’s tits were now completely coated in drool, shining under the light as they jiggled with every thrust.

Charlie whimpered softly, his small body trembling. The wet spot in his pants spread as his tiny penis leaked steadily.

Finally, the boys groaned loudly. Jack pulled out first, stroking his thick cock rapidly. “Gonna cum all over your face, Mrs. A.”

“Yes boys, please! Cover me!”

Marcus followed, aiming his long shaft at her open mouth and tits. “Fuck yes.”

Thick ropes of hot, white cum erupted from Jack’s cock, splattering heavily across Angela’s cheek, nose, and lips. The volume was impressive, long sticky strands painting her skin. Marcus followed with even more force, his virile balls contracting as he unloaded. Massive spurts shot across her tits, coating her nipples and dripping down her cleavage in thick, creamy rivers. Load after load covered her face and chest until her skin glistened with their combined seed. Some landed in her open mouth, and she swallowed greedily, moaning with pleasure.

At the exact same moment, Charlie let out a cute, high-pitched moan. His small body jerked in the chair as he came hard in his pants. His little cock twitched helplessly, soaking the front of his underwear and pants with his own modest release while he stared at his cum-covered mother.

Angela looked over at him with a satisfied, messy smile, cum dripping from her chin onto her breasts. “Good boy,” she whispered softly, desperately spooning handfuls of their cum into her greedy mouth.

The boys let out a satisfied sigh, slapping their spent cocks across each of her cheeks as the last rivulets of their seed dribbled out. They gave each other a high five as Anglea giggled and looked up lustfully into their eyes.

She looked back over at Charlie, clearly embarrassed and looking down.

“Aww sweetie, it's okay.” Angela purred. “I saw what you watched on your computer, I know you wanted this.”

Angela began to crawl towards her son, drool and cum dripping onto the floor from her face and tits as she walked.

“At first I was worried, but now I understand. You know mommy can’t make you feel good, it’s wrong for us to touch each other like that. But you can always watch sweetie. Would you like that honey? To watch your mommy feel good like this.”

Charlie looked at his mother. Her massive bare tits were covered in cum, they swayed as she crawled toward him. Her mascara ran and thick ropes of creamy spunks plastered her entire face. His cock stirred again, straining in his already wet shorts. Charlie swallowed, and nodded. He wanted to see more.

“Good sweetie. I’m so happy. I love you so much pumpkin.” With that, Angela leaned in and gave Charlie a loving, motherly kiss on his forehead. The fishy smell of his classmate’s cum overwhelmed his senses. He felt the warm wetness of their discharge on his face linger as she pulled away, and her dripping breasts almost slapped him in the face as she stood up.

Now, you boys must be feeling spent. Why don’t I give you both a ride home while Charlie finishes your project for you. Does that sound nice?”

“Yes Mrs. A!” Jack and Marcus said in unison.

“But mom! I…”

“Now now sweetie. These boys are our guests, I need to make sure they’re taken care of. Be a good boy and do their homework for them. Now, who wants to ride in front with me?”

“I will!” Jack was first to respond, giving her ass a firm slap and a grab as he spoke up. Angela shrieked with delight and wiggled her butt as he kneaded her cheek possessively.

“There’s leftovers in the fridge, Charlie. I’m not sure where these boys live, so it might take me a while to find my way home. Don’t wait up for me sweetie.”

Angela gave Charlie one last warm, cum-smeared smile before she stood up. Thick globs of Jack and Marcus’s seed still clung to her face and dripped heavily from her chin onto her bare breasts. She made no effort to clean herself. Instead she buttoned just two buttons of her blouse, leaving most of her cum-glazed tits exposed.

She turned to the two tall boys. “Come on then. Let’s get you home.”

Jack and Marcus smirked as they pulled up their pants. Jack gave Angela’s full ass another firm squeeze on the way out the door, and Marcus joined him by grabbing the other cheek. She giggled and pressed herself against their strong torsos, both of her hands exploring their muscular bodies as they walked to the car.

Charlie remained in the armchair, stunned and sticky in his soaked pants. The strong smell of fresh cum lingered in the living room. He watched through the window as his mother climbed into the driver’s seat. Jack took the front passenger side while Marcus got in the back. Angela leaned over and gave Jack a deep kiss before starting the engine. Even from the house Charlie could see her hand disappear into Jack’s lap as the car pulled away.