An exceedingly horny mother. And an exceedingly horny self.

After Adam had put on the bathrobe his mother had set out for him, his newly voluptuous body barely fitting into the garment with his breasts nearly falling out the front, he wandered down into the kitchen, head abuzz with questions, fears, worries - and strange new sensations. With every step, his thick thighs rubbed against each other, his plump breasts jiggled and wobbled, nipples brushing against the bathrobe, Adam even thought he could feel his new insides shift in heretofore unknown ways! It was all too much, too sudden, too erotic--

Shaking his head wildly, he continued to the kitchen where Monica was just finishing some scrambled eggs for herself and plopped down onto a chair - entirely unprepared for the pressure of the soft cushion against his well-fucked pussy or the boobquake that sent his tits wobbling from his bathrobe. The high-pitched, lustful squeal Adam didn't manage to suppress fully and the sudden vista of her son's bare breasts had Monica gasp herself, clenching her thighs together as she felt her seemingly insatiable shaft begin to throb and harden inside her form-fitting, tight jeans. Of course, the pressure didn't help much...

"M--mgh! M-mom, c-can I... could y-you pass me the cereal and the m-milk?" Fighting his arousal down as he covered himself again, Adam stammered and pointed towards the cupboard containing the breakfast food, trying to ignore the tingling in his nipples or the throbbing emptiness in his crotch. Or the clearly visible outline of his mother's yummy-- thick-- pulsing-- "Gah..."

"Of... of course, sweetie," Monica replied, swallowing hard at the sight of Adam's flushed face, his trembling lips, his eyes brimming with tears as he fought the lust building within him. Already his nearly thumb-sized, desperately erect nipples stretched his bathrobe so much that the very edges of his puffy, bulging areolas became visible. Realizing she was staring at her baby without moving, Monica jumped and strode over to the cupboard quickly, wincing as every step rubbed her thick shaft between her equally thick thighs. It throbbed and pulsed visibly when she set down the cereal and went to get the milk. "H-here, sorry..."

"Don't w-worry, Mom..." Now it was on Adam to swallow. He was salivating uncontrollably as he stared ahead, most assuredly not at his mother's thick fuckstick, marvelling at the way its contours were clearly visible through Monica's jeans as she brought over the milk, even individual, pulsing veins and the curve of her thick helmet and-- "Ah--I'm fine, th-thanks!"

"Here you ghg--oh, sweetie, milk for a growing b-boy?" Setting down the milk, Monica couldn't help but stare into her son's mouth-watering, oh so very inviting cleavage from her vantage point. Her cock twitched against the confines of its cloth prison as she fought the impulse to dive forwards, over the table, bury first her face and later her dick between these marvelous, soft orbs. What was even happening? Before today, breasts had merely been a fact of life, more in the way than exciting, but the ones on her baby... "I, uh, p-please, dig in..."

"Yeah, I--mh!" Squirming in his seat, Adam absentmindedly pushed one hand into his crotch while flexing his luscious thighs. He was horny as hell and unable and unwilling to do something about it - and in the past, pressing down on his shaft and flexing his thighs had helped an erection go down. Only... he wasn't having an erection. And his hand pressing against his mons pubis and his sensitive thighs pressing against each other... "I... I... uh... wh-what's on the agenda fo-for today?"

Fucking you silly until you can't walk, shot through Monica's head, making her freeze in the middle of bringing a fork of scrambled eggs to her mouth. The thought alone made her hips twitch and a squirt of pre shoot into her jeans as her cock strained against the fabric. Her baby's squirming, the small, involuntary moans as Adam rubbed himself without really noticing... it did not help in forming the sentence she ultimately said: "Uh, I... I c-called the office, I'm going tuh-to work from home today, best not leave you a-alone..."

Thank god, Adam thought as he chewed on a mouthful of cereal. That gave him plenty of opportunity to get fucked again, to get filled by his mother's cock again-- now it was on Adam to freeze. He... he didn't really want to... have his pussy pounded, feel his boobies bounce, hear the slap of Monica's hips on his fat ass... did he? Finally, he mumbled with a noticeable quiver in his voice: "That's... that's good..."

"Mhm--mgh!" Mouth full with scrambled eggs, Monica could only make a muffled sound of agreement - before suppressing a wholly different sound when her painfully erect cock suddenly twitched and rubbed against the fabric of her jeans in an explosion of torturous pleasure.

Speaking of **** and pleasure: Adam, sitting across from his mother, could naturally tell the reason Monica's hand was trembling now, fork hitting her nearly empty plate with a rapid tink-tink-tink. She was pointedly not looking at Adam, face flush with what he knew was arousal, arousal for which Adam knew he was the reason... Somehow, it made him feel wanted, loved, desired... and made the situation downstairs decidedly worse. Adam felt his pussy twitch, his dainty fingers now pushing more insistently against the sensitive little mound where his tummy ended and that other, maddeningly empty new part of his began...

Cereal forgotten, eyes closed, Adam kept rubbing the growing dampness between his legs through the bathrobe, his right hand on the table forming a fist and his quivering boobs nearly brushing against its edge as he leaned forwards slightly. Every shuddering breath washed over his parted lips in a low sigh, bare toes curling on the tiles of the kitchen. His mother's reaction was unmissable, even if Adam only heard it...

"Ah, uh... s-sweetie, you... w-we can't, it's too... it's, I... my-my... penis, it's... so hard..." Hearing that only poured oil into the fires of Adam's lust, his fingers now curling to push against the upper end of his soaked cunt. "You ne-need to..."

"It's alright... it's alright..." Adam's reply came in breathless gasps, thighs sliding over each other as he squirmed in his seat. "As long as w-we don't f-fuck... it's alright... we... we just can't fuck..."

A gasp, the sound of a zipper, of rustling fabric, and then Monica groaned in relief, rhythmic and most importantly rapid shlk-shlk-shlk noises underscoring her own rising moans. Adam knew what was happening, could practically see it, his mother's hand flying all over the length of her perfect, veiny, girthy, throbbing cock, pre drooling from the bulbous tip... as he began to salivate, Adam knew that under no circumstances could he open his eyes and actually look at his mother masturbating. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold himself back if he saw Monica. The mental image alone was already enough to drive Adam wild, making him push his bathrobe aside and angling his wide hips to finally reach his aching pussy.

"Mneekh!" With a lustful squeal, Adam parted his labia and pushed his middle finger deeper into the soaked slit. "Oh Mom, I'm... I'm so wet... m-my pussy's so wet..."

"Haah... please, baby, please..." Monica was practically panting now, more fabric rustling as she did something Adam couldn't allow himself to see, the sounds of her hand pumping the fat shaft becoming ever more urgent. "Ple-please don't tell me that... I can't take it, I... I want to fuck you-- n-no, we can't, I can't, I mustn't..."

Hearing his mother's needy stammering made Adam feel dizzy with lust. To be wanted this badly... it made his throat feel tight, turning his moans into soft whines. Adam's entire body felt abuzz with lust, love and desire - in part a desire to hear his mother pant and stammer again like that, to tease Monica, have her on the edge of simply jumping up and ravaging Adam... as he began pushing deeper into himself, middle and ring finger parting his love tunnel, Adam began talking again, his voice unsteady and quivering with lust.

"Nngh... mmmfh, Mom... m-my fingers feel so guh-good inside me..." Crossing his ankles, feet raising as his thick thighs trapped his left hand, Adam fought to form words instead of moaning uncontrollably. His fingers curled and pushed, plump lips pulling into a lustful smile, eyes still closed - but Adam's face was turned directly into Monica's direction. "I... I wish w-we could... I wish it was... your fat cock..."

SPLURT!!!

A loud, wet sound was all the warning Adam got - and fractions of a second later, something hot and gooey hit his face and breasts in a thick rope.

SPLURT!!!

Another rope of what had to be Monica's cum hit Adam's face and cleavage, making him jump and squeal in surprised delight.

SPLURT!!!

The third rope crisscrossed with the first, and finally, Adam found his voice again.

"Oh my god, Mom! Yes!!! More! Give me everything!!!"

SPLURT!

The volume of the fourth shot was markedly less than the first three, and the fifth didn't even reach him. Feeling the hot globs drip down his face, Adam finally opened his eyes... and found his mother gaping at him, top bunched up on top of her breasts, one hand palming the heavy orbs, and further below, past Monica's soft tummy...

Adam gasped. His mother's yummy cock was still drooling thick, white jizz that dripped from its bulbous head and oozed down the veiny length until it reached Monica's slender hand gripping the massive shaft's base tightly. The marvelous fuckstick was reddened and swollen and pulsing and still so hard!