Jack Hoff and the Beanstalk

Once upon a time, there lived a mother and son in a tiny one room shack by the side of a paddock with dry yellow grass. There was a sickly cow outside, tied to a post, looking very sorry about its life, but also trying to ignore what was happening inside said shack.

Jack Hoff loved waking up in the morning. He had to share the single bed of their cramped little home with his mother Gertrude, which he didn’t mind at all. The woman was still asleep. It was rare for her to be awake before him, which gave Jack a few nice moments of a morning to help himself to his mother. He pulled up her ragged pajama top, exposing the big heavy breasts he fed from as a baby, drooling at her big brown nipples. He tasted the tiny bumps of her areola, looking keenly at the twitches on his mother’s face as he sucked her tits. Pulling down her pajama pants next he switched breasts, making sure both of his mom’s nipples were nice and stiff before she fully awakened.

There was a murmur from her chest as he slipped his hands between her legs. Her thick bush could have used a trim but he rarely minded. He found the hair kept hold of her musk better, and that made his mouth water. His fingers found her deep heat, started to stroke those fat matronly lips of hers and a moan floated out of his mother’s mouth. Once he slipped a finger into that once forbidden pussy, his mother roused, her eyes fluttering open, another groan **** from her as Jack dipped in digit number two.

“Jack… uhnnnn… not again,” she sighed, sounding very old and tired despite only being in her late thirties. She had filled out her body after motherhood, curvy in all the right places but still with a perfect hip to waist ratio. And her body was readily reacting to her son’s morning ministrations and Jack could feel the slimy wetness seeping out of her muggy snatch.

He clambered on top of his mother who was squinting into the grey morning sunlight. She saw the dark expression her son’s face then winced as she felt the head of his morning wood tap at her involuntarily dripping entrance.

“Good morning mother,” he greeted her happily, that grin so perverse it sent a cold shiver down her spine.

“Jack, didn’t you have enough last night?” Gertrude whined. Jack pressed his lips down onto his mother’s mouth, she couldn’t help sucking in some of his saliva as his tongue slipped past her lips before she turned away irritably.

“I’ll never get enough of your tight cunt, mom,” Jack told her as he shifted hips and pressed his crown down into her. His mother’s eyes widened fully and she moaned, feeling the thickness stretch her lips as Jack returned to his place of birth. “Your needy hole. And Besides… there’s nothing else to do around here.”

Which was correct. The mother and son lived so far from the nearest village and there was rarely anybody that passed by their rundown paddock. Dear Mrs Hoff had to let her son use her hole, biting her lip as her boy speared into her pussy, fully hilting himself with a strong thrust. What else could he do?

The first time happened on one drunk and lonely night, the mother having too much cheap moonshine with her woefully light dinner. The next thing she knew she had Jack’s cock down her throat, then he was sawing in and out of her long unused cunt.

Her cunt was no longer unused. She was used daily, often multiple times a day, as a bored and horny teenage son discovered his new favourite way to pass the time. And his mother wasn’t an unfortunate victim in this. Perhaps a victim of circumstance, but every day she gave her pussy up willingly, because she loved her boy. She had to allow it. She liked to see him happy despite how uncomfortably large he was inside her.

He was giving that thick cock to her now in slow, patient strokes, stretching her abused cunt with purpose. His mother would end up enjoying it every time… Jack made sure of that. He knew how to make his mother cum, no matter how hard she tried to resist.

“Jack… Jack…” she breathed into her son’s ear, knowing that it turned him on the feel her hot breath. “Are you close yet baby? Are you going to cum soon?”

Jack grinned, knowing this trick. His mother was hoping he’d blow his load quickly, trying to get this morning fuck over and done with. She knew better lines for her dirty talk tactic but she was still a bit groggy from the sudden wake up. And he had other plans. He gave his mom an extra deep thrust that made her groan and dig her nails into his back.

“I’m going to make you cum first, mom,” he said. “Then I’ll fill you up just the way you like it. Okay?” Jack’s rhythm was slow and steady and he could hear the squelching of his mother’s heated cunt as she got wetter and wetter, her body betraying her mind as the taboo pleasure washed over her. “Okay?”He repeated, grabbing hold of his mother’s hair behind her head, tilting it back onto the ratty pillow so that he could see her face, to make sure she was looking into his eyes. She stared at him with a pained expression, not wanting her son to witness such lurid expressions being played out on her face while his throbbing cock made her entire body burn with lust. “Okay?” he asked one more time, gripping her hair tighter, demanding an answer as his mother mewled from the pain.

“Yes… yes baby….” she whimpered. “I’ll cum for you first… I’ll cum…” He finally let go of her hair and she wheezed, Jack plunging into her cunt deeper still. Then he began to pick up his pace, fucking his mother faster and she couldn’t stop herself moaning beneath him. He nuzzled his face between his mother’s jiggling breasts, licking her flesh, burying himself in her sweaty cleavage.

“Ohh I wish I could milk you like that cow we have outside,” Jack said, then took his mom’s right nipple back into his mouth. He sucked on it, chewed the teet lightly, able to elicit all kinds of erotic cries and moans from his mom like he was playing an obscene musical instrument. Her hand was on the back of his head now, encouraging him, keeping him latched onto her tit.

Gertrude did wish she could feed him milk again. God she was so sick. She could feel her orgasm coming and she wanted it so much now. She wanted her son to make her cum again, to give her that ultimate moment of bliss where nothing else mattered. Where this shit hole of a life didn’t exist for a few glorious seconds. She longed to feel his hot seed fill her cunt. She was barren now so it didn’t much matter… aside from that lingering desire she had to make milk again. Poor Mrs Hoff realised just how fucked up she had become, wishing for such incredibly debauched and depraved things… these sorts of thoughts always popped up in her head whenever Jack was balls deep inside her. Oh her son was so strong and thick… she just needed to be fucked. Needed to feel used. Feel useful. Feel wanted. Jack really wanted her. All day. Every day.

“Jack! Jack please! AHH..” she cried out as the dick of her son pounded her into beautiful oblivion. “I’m cumming! Mommy’s cumming!”

“Fuck yeah you are!” Jack growled. The pleasure bloomed violently in the mother, and her son felt the vice like grip of her orgasm crushing his turgid cock.

“Fuck! AhhhhhH! AAAAAAAH! JACK!” she screamed, convulsing, pleasure ripping through her tired bones, her tits wobbling. Her son grabbed onto her fleshy, faintly veined globes and she felt another wave crash over her. Her son continued to push his cock deeper, building her orgasm twice over, assaulting her with so much sensation.

“Ohh you hot slut… fuck. Fuck! Here I come, mom,” he shouted, still crushing his moms tits with his palms while he thrust to his final outcome. The mother screamed again feeling her son erupt inside her spasming quim, his spurts searing hot and urgent, plumbing her depths and invading her soul.

“Ahhnnn…. Filling me….uerrghhh…” she cried, her voice strained as air was squeezed out of her chest, her body overwhelmed and shaking, rigid as blinding pleasure tore through her. Jack didn’t stop pumping, his balls like bellows as he emptied his seed with rope after thick rope. She would be overflowing with his cum if he didn’t shoot it so profoundly deep inside his mother. The woman’s legs started to kick, her now oversensitive pussy unable to handle Jack’s continued thrusting.

“Jack… ahhn…JaaaAack pleaaaase…” his mother begged, now squeezing tears out of her eyes. Jack barely heard her, his ears ringing from his own incredible orgasm until he finally stopped on his own. He collapsed on top of his mother, his cock still jammed inside her, and it would take a little while to fully deflate with the how tight she still was, her sleeve occasionally still gripping down on the stiff intrusion of her son.

Both of them had to admit… this morning’s orgasms had hit especially hard for some reason. Jack suspected that it was going to be a great day, and he hummed contently as he lay snug in his mother’s loving arms and her warm damp cunt. Mrs Hoff couldn’t help stroking her son’s hair and back as they held each other. She felt defiled… in just the perfect way. She shook with the tremors of more minor orgasms just laying here in the after glow, soaking in the incestuous depravity. Getting fucked every day by her son wasn’t all bad when she had tender moments like this to light up her dull drab life.