Of course they do!

Martha loved her big boy. She loved his curiosity. She loved his wit. And most of all she loved his big cock.

It was the way of the world. Mothers loved their sons. How could they not? When a mother reached the ripe old age of twenty-two, the aging process deviated from what happened to a man. Sure, breast growth was expected to continue for years to come, but for the most part aging pressed pause. Her son wasn’t the only boy in the world who looked the same age as his mommy, and he wouldn’t be the last.

Martha’s son slammed into her from behind, just like she had taught him to do all those years before. Milestones were an important part of growing up. Taking the training wheels off a bike, learning to drive, pounding your mother doggy style, all pieces of growing up. Jim had always impressed Martha with how eagerly he had been willing to try new things, become more adult. And the orgasms, hoo boy could he ever make Martha’s toes curl!

“That’s it, baby,” Martha said, panting, “fuck your mommy right!”

She was so glad that she had worn her tear-away panties that morning. It wasn’t because she had anticipated the sex, but rather because they matched her bustier and stockings so well. Later, she was planning on heading to the store to pick up a few things. She would have to change into something a little more street-friendly, maybe her blue cheerleader outfit, but for now she was reaping the benefits of her choice.

A growing intensity to the pleasure that Jim was giving her told her one thing: they were both about to orgasm. That was one of the best parts of sex, finishing at the same time. She could hardly imagine what life would be like if only one person came at once. What a perverse idea! No, the perfect symmetry of sharing simultaneous orgasms with her son was the only way for her. She wouldn’t out too much thought into those weird fetish ideas.

“Yes, baby, yes! Yes! Yes!” She screamed as she felt blast after blast of sperm enter her vagina, shaking, wracked in pleasure.

Soon both mother and son collapsed on the bed, resting after the encounter. Martha hoped that she had helped Jim work out whatever tension he was feeling. Why else would he have been turning to his own hand to get release. After all these years, she was shocked to find out that he still masturbated. What was she even here for?

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Martha wasn’t here enough. That had to be it.

Well, that was easy enough to fix. From that moment on, Martha would stick closer to Jim. She would move into his bedroom, she would go with him to work, she would even start hanging out with his friends. Should she start dating him? Of course she should! It would ensure that she could stay close all the time! Why hadn’t she thought of that sooner!

Yes, becoming her son’s girlfriend would be the best way to show him some motherly love. She smiled into the bedsheets. His father would be so pleased.