Technology

All too soon, Lisa gets ready for work. She ties her hair in a tidy bun, puts on a skirt and blouse, and applies some subtle yet effective makeup. It's a routine she's done hundreds of times, giving her a look that radiates professionality and femininity at the same time.

"How long will you be gone?" you ask, watching her check her purse.

"I'll be back at 5 pm, maybe a bit earlier if nothing comes up. Just the usual," she replies, adjusting her glasses. "Will you be okay here alone?"

"I guess so. Not sure yet what I'll do today, though. I guess I'll just hang out at home. Rest, relax, stuff like that," you reply, shrugging your shoulders. "Maybe play some games or something."

"You do that," she smiles, closing the distance between you. She wraps her arms around you, planting a soft kiss on your lips. "Do whatever irresponsible boys do when they are left to their own devices. Play those horrible computer games. Put on that terrible music louder than you were allowed to. Heck, watch some porn, if you want. I hear that's what normal young men do."

"Moooom!" you complain, color rising to your cheeks. "I don't -"

"Just messing with you," she laughs, patting your ass. "See you later."

You wave goodbye as she walks out the front door, closing it behind her.

The first order of business is, in fact, putting on some good music with the proper volume. Your favorite album soon blasts through the house, making the floor vibrate under your feet. Satisfied with the sound, you boot up your PC, and fire up a new game. It's a multiplayer shooter, which should keep you entertained for a while.

Fifteen minutes into your session, you're bored out of your skull. You haven't died even once, and you've killed over 50 people. This is utter bullshit. You close the game and pull up a web browser instead.

You read the news, look for interesting articles, and search for local events. Nothing catches your interest, so you move on to social media, browsing your friends' posts. They seem to be doing pretty well for themselves, but that's all.

You sigh, turn off the laptop, and lie back on the couch. You let your thoughts wander, contemplating what to do with the rest of your day. There's always TV, but you're not interested in any of the shows playing right now.

Suddenly, you get a message on your phone. You look at the screen, and see that it's a picture from Lisa. Curious, you open it.

It's a photo of her massive cock, emerging from her panties, taken from her own perspective. Her dick is rock hard, and angry veins can be seen all along its length. The tip is swollen, with some glistening precum oozing from it.

She's also sent a caption with it, saying: 'Help! Call me!!'

You stare at the screen, wide-eyed. This is as erect as you've ever seen it. What the heck happened? She was fine when she left this morning.

You start a video call, and Lisa appears on the screen within seconds. She's wearing a business jacket, and her glasses are askew, her hair a bit disheveled. She looks flustered, and she's breathing heavily.

"Doug, I'm in trouble," she starts immediately, before you can even say hello. "This thing is uncontrollable. It just won't go down! I have a meeting in 15 minutes, and I need it to go away. I've been masturbating for almost an hour, but it's no use. I can't cum!"

Hearing the urgent tone in her voice, you sit up straight, paying attention.

"What did you try?"

"Everything! I even tried cold water, but it's still like this," she explains, pointing the camera to her massive cock that emerges straight out from under her skirt. It's extremely hard and so very thick, and the head is still engorged. Her left hand is rapidly stroking it, desperately trying to stimulate herself. "Please help me, Doug! Do you have any ideas?"

Your thoughts race, and you remember something that Lisa said earlier. Watch porn? Looks like you're not the one that needs it now.

"Don't worry, I've got you," you reply calmly, trying to reassure her. "Your sweet little boy is here to help you. He always is. Look! His cushioned ass is waiting for you, right here!"

You point the camera behind your back, where your asshole is presented for Lisa's perusal. You make sure that she can see how puffy, red and inviting it is, after being fucked so hard last night.

"Mhmm, look at that beautiful hole," you sigh, caressing it gently with your other hand. "That's the perfect place for your cock, right there. Imagine how good it feels inside me, filling me up completely. Stretching me open, making me squirm with pleasure."

You bring the camera back to your face, smiling at Lisa.

"Now imagine how good that tight hole will feel around your big fat cock. Think how much you want to fuck me, how badly you need to bury your dick in my ass. How you can't wait to see me beg for it. How you want to hear me scream as you pound me over and over again. I need you to imagine that as you stroke your cock, as you try to cum. Can you do that for me?"

Lisa bites her lower lip, staring at you from the screen. She starts to breathe heavier, and her hand moves faster on her shaft. Her hair is falling into her face, but she pays it no mind.

"God, yes," she breathes, her eyes fixed on the screen. "I want to fuck you so bad. I need to cum. Fuck, I need to cum so bad!"

"Good girl," you whisper, watching her carefully. "Imagine how good it will feel when you finally get to cum. Your poor balls must be aching. Imagine how good they will feel when you finally blow your load. That's not your hand anymore, it's mine. I'm right here, stroking your steel hard prick, because I'm your loving and caring son that will see to your needs. I would suck you off in the middle of your meeting, if you asked, you know? I'd tame that monster between your legs any minute of the day. I would..."

Your fingers find your asshole and you trail off. Moaning loudly, you slowly start to push one of them in.

"Oh god, that sounds so fucking good," Lisa whines, her hand flying over her cock. Her hips thrust forward, pushing her dick towards the camera. "I heard that moan, what are you're doing? Are you fingering yourself?"

"Yes," you breathe, closing your eyes. "I'm imagining it's your cock instead. I'm imagining how good it would feel inside me, how hard you would fuck me. Tell me what you would do if you were here, standing behind me."

"I'd fuck you so hard," Lisa growls, her voice growing deeper. "I'd spread your ass cheeks wide apart, and shove my cock all the way in in one stroke. I'd go so fast and hard that you couldn't even move. You'd be pinned in place, totally at my mercy."

You hum appreciatively, adding a second finger to your ass. It stretches your hole ever so slightly, making you gasp.

"That's right, mom. And then?"

"Then I'd keep pounding that hole, until you were begging me to stop. Until you were crying out for more. Begging me to fill you up with my cum. I'd hold your hips down, and shoot my load into your guts. Would you like that?"

"Yessss!" you hiss, your eyes fluttering shut. "That that excite you? Does it turn you on to think of your innocent son's tight asshole stretching around your outrageously fat cock? How it feels to pound into him, how much he loves being used by you? I need you to picture me in front of you, helplessly pinned down, presenting that round ass of to you, so **** for your cock?"

"Oh god," she pants, her hand moving faster than ever. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Good, cum for me," you whisper, staring at the screen. "Cum for me, mommy. Let it all out! Cum for me now!"

Lisa lets out a loud groan, her hand moving frantically. Her face contorts into an expression of ecstasy, and her teeth clench together. Her whole body tenses up, and she stares directly into the camera with a wild gaze.

"Aaaahhh!" she cries out, her cock flexing in her hand. Her hips thrust forward, fucking her fist as she comes. Her cock swells slightly, and thick ropes of cum erupt from the tip, shooting past the view of her phone camera. Her sweating body trembles as she cums, her muscles straining against each other, her orgasm hitting her hard. Her swollen balls pump spurt after spurt of hot cum into the air, some of it dripping onto her fingers. The toilet stall fills with the sound of her moans, and the sight of her twitching cock sends a surge of arousal through your body.

Her orgasm lasts for almost a minute, and when she finally catches her breath, she looks exhausted. Her eyes flutter open, and she immediately looks back at the screen, where you are still watching her. There's a moment where you just stare into each other's eyes, before she smiles at you.

"Thank you," she breathes, her voice low and throaty. "Thank you so much. You're the best."

"You're very welcome," you grin back, removing your fingers from your ass. "You sounded so sexy."

She laughs quietly, then wipes her hand on her panties.

"I'd say I sounded like a porn star, but I think that's what you mean. My god, that was great. Thank you again, Doug. You really saved me here!"

"Hey, what are depraved butt sluts for?" you reply, giving her a thumbs up. "Now go get ready for your meeting. You'll be late."

"Yes, dear," Lisa smiles, making you roll your eyes. "See you later."

"Bye!"

The screen goes dark, and you drop your phone on the couch. That was... something else. Your mother has always been a bit of a prude, which makes this whole ordeal even more remarkable. You're... proud of her.