She fucking loves it!

Penny fantasized about you all the time. You were the reason she and your dad no longer fucked.

Even when you had just begun puberty, her lust had already been planted.

You had three girlfriends by the age of 14. You cycled out bringing them around, and Penny snuck downstairs to listen by your door. She could hear you making out with them, fingering them -- but what solidified her yearning pussy was the day you got each girl to blow you on the same day. In between blow jobs, you didn't wash yourself, and you both got off on the thought of each woman getting the last woman's respective spit and cum driblets shoved down her throat.

Penny didn't know of any man who could accomplish such a feat at such a young age.

That night, your mother bruised her clit with how hard she masturbated imagining your cock. Again, this was all unbeknownst to you. She kept her lust hidden well, but make no mistake...

Penny became addicted to the musk of your sweat and cum.

She enthusiastically offered to drive you between practices, and to the gym. She'd take your dirty workout equipment and rub it along her nostrils while she got herself off. Before she would wash your sheets and boxer briefs, Penny would curl up in them, huffing for the stench of your sex.

One time, when you were 17, after you had fucked the head cheerleader several times and sent her packing, Penny found several filled condoms in your trash. Being the good mother she was, she disposed of them -- but not before sucking your cum out of each and ingesting you into her belly. She savored each of your loads, swishing them around in her mouth before swallowing, exploring all of your flavors, including the light aftertaste of fresh pussy that the cheerleader left on each. Penny thought it was the most delicious semen she had ever swallowed. And she wanted more.

There was a part of her that was filled with shame and knew that what she was doing was wrong, but the lion's share of her didn't care. You were the ideal man, and you just so happened to also have come from her pussy. She was prideful at the same time that she worshipped you from a distance.

Anytime she listened to your sluts going GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK as you rammed your monster down their throats, she instead pictured her motherly mouth, serving you as you deserved. Anytime she'd hear you groan as you came, whether from masturbation or plowing some twat, she'd imagine your balls contracting against her pussy lips, your shaft deep inside her, your behemoth cock helmet poking the entrance of your original home, her womb, and the spurt of your precious juices seeding her, making her not just your mother, but another one of your many sluts.

Which is what she desired. She didn't expect to be special. She just wanted to be another one of your whores, meant to serve the cock that she bore.

As far as Ryan was concerned, after that day of the three blow jobs, when you were 14, in her mind, their relationship was over. Ryan was a good father, but far too practical. He never took risks, always opted for safety over passion, and wasn't open-minded when it came to sex. At 14, you had already bested him in ambition alone.

Penny and Ryan continued their sex life for a bit, but the only way your mother managed to get off was by closing her eyes, and day dreaming about you throughout their loveless fuck sessions. Eventually, Ryan could tell your mother was star fishing, more than usual, and in typical Ryan fashion, instead of confronting her about it, he stayed mute and quietly stopped asking. Penny would wake up on certain nights and feel Ryan masturbating angrily on one side of their bed. Feeling a twinge of sympathy, she would roll over and give him a dry helping hand.

This stopped the day she saw your cock.

You had just come home from a college game, and Penny did what all mothers do at one point or another -- she walked in without knocking first. Having just finished removing your XXL nut cup, she arrived just in time to see your Johnson spring loose.

Thick, juicy, and cut, your 12 inch dong shook between you like a third leg. Your back was to Penny and she could also see your large, dangling, globe-like testicles as well. She could feel her mouth water as she gazed upon the instrument she had, unbeknownst to you, swallowed seed from. She wanted to dive between your ass, and lick your tender hole while she tenderly pulled you off and tickled your balls. She wanted to worship you the only way a mother could.

Before you noticed her standing there, Penny unintentionally said, out loud, "You definitely didn't get that from your father."

Turning around, Penny blushed, quickly apologized, and slammed the door behind her. How was it possible for her baby boy to have twice the size of his old man? No wonder your cum was musking up the whole house -- Penny figured you must cum in buckets. If people wanted to fuck a horse, they could fuck you to simulate the experience.

This was the moment, Penny decided she was going to act upon her fantasies, and fuck you. Now, she withheld even the shitty hand jobs from your father. To her, your father was getting all the sex he deserved -- his hand. To her, he could never measure up to you literally, and he would never have the notch count of her masculine boy.

Now the question became how she would seduce the sex god living in her home. How could she get more of your manly spunk, but this time, straight from the tap?