A Discovery in the Basement Ch. 01

It was early August and I was getting ready for my Freshman year at State College. Mom and I took a trip to Target to do some dorm shopping. Mom still had the shopping list she and my older sister Stephanie had used when she went to college a year ago. Mom and I had grown closer over the last year after Stephanie left because it was just the two of us at home. I never met my dad; Mom would always say she didn't want to talk about him whenever I'd bring it up. I figured he had just run off one day.

We filled two carts with bedding, books, brushes, and everything in between that didn't start with a B. Several hundred dollars later we had the car loaded up and headed home. On the ride back, Mom told me to put everything away in the basement until it was time to head to college at the end of the month.

Our basement was a mess of boxes because Mom had saved everything Steph and I had done from kindergarten through high school. Each box was labeled with one of our names and a year. I stepped over a small box to get to a clear spot to put down the first load shopping bags but somehow managed to trip over the box when I turned around to get the rest of the bags. The box was labeled Porsche. Did Mom and Dad have a Porsche when they were younger? I eagerly opened the box hoping to find some pictures. The first thing I saw were three old VHS tapes. One was labeled "Porsche Lube Jobs." Another was titled "Driving Stick in Porsche." The last one was unlabeled.

I moved them out of the way and underneath found a photo album. My jaw dropped when I flipped it open. There was Mom, when she was probably about 20 years younger and 50 pounds lighter, completely naked in suggestive pose after pose. I knew my Mom wasn't really considered a "Hot Mom" on the block because she was overweight but she had really large breasts that always got looks. one of my first coming of age moments involved a 42R purple bra of hers.

My best friend Timmy was obsessed with Mom's breasts. Whenever he would come over he'd always "accidentally" knock something over or spill something so he could look down her blouse when she bent over. It's a wonder he didn't pass out from the lack of blood to his brain with the amount of hardons he'd have at my house. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he would say about seeing these photos.

Mom was hot! And her tits looked amazing! They weren't nearly as large as they are now but they looked even bigger on her smaller frame. There were picture after picture of her holding them up or licking her nipples. As I started to get to the end of the album I noticed that there were photos of Mom pregnant. Must have been with Stephanie.

My cock was rock hard and I had been rubbing it through my shorts as I looked at the pictures. I almost came in my pants as I neared the end of the album. There was a picture of Mom post-pregnancy leaning back with milk dripping down from her engorged breasts down to pool in her belly button. They were massive and yet still not as big as they are now.

I couldn't take it any more and I unzipped and pulled out my fat cock and began to stroke fully with both hands. It felt amazing running one hand up and down my ten inch shaft and the other rubbing my plum-sized cockhead. I managed to pull that hand off my throbbing cock and turned the page. The final two pictures were point of view shots. In the first, Mom was impaled on an impossibly thick black cock. I thought my cock was thick but that one made me feel small. In the second, that cock was laying on top of her, covering her entire torso from her pussy all the way up to her big tits where it was in the process of firing a load against her chin. It had to have been at least sixteen inches long. Mom's face in both shots were pure ecstasy. Almost instantly, I felt my balls tighten up and then my cock exploded all over the album page. Fearing damage I pulled it away and aimed it back towards the floor. It felt like it was never going to stop as I painted the floor white with at least a dozen thick salvos of creamy cum. I admired my handiwork for a moment and then reached down to wipe the gobs of cum off the album.

I grabbed a roll of paper towels on my next trip down and cleaned up my mess and then put the cum-soaked paper towels and the three VHS tapes into a shopping bag and then went upstairs. I could only imagine what was on those tapes.

I wasn't sure what was on the tapes but I was determined to find out. I called Timmy because I thought I remembered him talking about his dad's VHS recordings of old Superbowl games. As luck would have it, my memory was correct.

Timmy lived 2 houses down from me so I grabbed the bag with the tapes in it and walked over. Timmy was already trying yo figure out how to connect the player when I arrived.

He grabbed the bag from me and reached in to pull out a tape but instead got slimed by the cum-laden paper towel.

"Yo what the fuck! How about a little warning next time that you have a week's worth of cum in here?"

I shrugged and told him I forgot it was in there. We both laughed about it and then ge reached in again and this time grabbed a tape.

I headed to the bathroom while he fiddled with it. Now it was my turn to be hit with a surprise. I walked back over to find him watching a tape while furiously jacking off.

"Yo Bobby!," Timmy shouted excitedly. "No wonder you were jacking it. This tape is hot! Who is this chick?"

I came around the corner to see that he was watching a video version of the pictures I had seen. So far though the camera had not shown either of their faces, just her body being skewered by the enormous black dick while she was screaming in pleasure.

The video cut up to the guy's face just as he cried out, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!," and I recognized him immediately as Luthor Carbide, a guy known for having the largest cock in porn.

Then I heard the unmistakeable ring of my mom's voice yell out, "Not inside! Cum in my titties!"

Luthor responded, "Too late but it's ok, I'll do both."

The camera panned down to show his orange balls pulsing as they pumped more and more cum deep into Mom's womb. His cock was so large that it fired at least twice more by the time he got it out. He fired the next shot right at her clit, drawing another moan from Mom before dropping it like a slab of meat right onto her torso. It was still firing as he grabbed her tits and squeezed them around his cock. Finally the camera moved upwards to show her face. Timmy began firing his load when he finally realized it was my mom with a look of panic and pleasure on her face.

"Holy shit dude! That's your mom!"

He was in a bit of shock as he ejected the tape and handed it to me. The one he was playing was the one with 'driving stick' in the title. I popped in the other labeled tape, fast forwarded and saw another scene of Mom tittyfucking a white guy this time.

The third tape, the one without the label showed a completely different scene entirely. It was a shot on a handheld camera presumably by Luthor, showing Mom breastfeeding a baby in a hospital bed.

She was smiling at the baby when Luthor asked, "what should we name him?"

Mom answered, "I'm going to call him Bobby."

"Bobby!?," Timmy and I said in unison.

She made some cooing sounds and then kissed the baby... kissed me... and then said, "Bobby after my dad. He would have wanted me to retire so that's what I'm going to do."

"I get it Kerry. I can help out," Luthor said from behind the camera. "It's my baby after all."

"How generous of you," Mom quipped sarcastically. "But no, I don't want any part of this life to be a part of my life moving forward. I was already thinking about retiring after I had Steph. Now I'm sure of it."

The camera angle wildly shifted aim to the floor before going black.

I looked at Timmy who was in as much shock as me. Wordlessly he began to clean himself up as I grabbed the tapes and walked home.

That night I put Google to work searching for Porsche porn. I must have spent an hour scrolling through pictures of cars and then lo and behold I found a picture of Mom in lingerie when she was younger.

I clicked the photo and a dozen more came up on the screen. A few were animated. One was a top-down shot of her completely naked while pregnant. Was that me in there? If Porsche was Mom's porn name did that make Luthor Carbide my father?

I added his name to the Google search and found links to dozens of videos he had done. There was even one of him sucking himself off. And sure enough towards the bottom, I found an interview he did where he talked about having a kid with Porsche. He said it was one of his first times shooting and he accidentally cream pied her. There was even a clip from the money shot at the bottom of the article.

And now, accident or not, here I was stroking my cock while watching a nineteen year old video of my parents fucking.

When I finally fell asleep, I dreamed it was me slamming a horse-sized cock into Mom to impregnate her. Just as I reached the point of climax in my dream I woke up to my alarm and a puddle of cum underneath me in my bed.

One thing was clear: Things just wouldn't be the same at home now.

I got out of bed with a bad case of morning wood. As I walked to the shower, I reached down and squeezed my throbbing cock. It felt bigger and harder than ever before. Curiously I leaned down and found I was able to lick the head sending shivers across my entire body. I jacked my dick furiously and came with an explosion against the shower wall, the whole time imagining I was firing on her tits.

I got dressed and headed downstairs.

Mom was in the kitchen, leaning over the counter looking at her phone. I couldn't help but appreciate her shapely silhouette, hugged snugly by navy-blue jeans that accentuated her wide hips, thick thighs, and rounded rear.

I wanted to touch her so badly to enjoy her curves, even if only through her clothes. I decided to take a bold step. I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her so I could feel the weight of her breasts on my arms. Though my touch surprised her, she didn't push me away. It felt amazing to have my cock pressed against her juicy butt, and she gave no indication of discomfort. I let go when I felt my cock hardening, not wanting to ruin the moment.

She inquired about my plans, to which I replied with a simple "nothing much."

She mentioned she had plans for the evening but suggested we go out together on Saturday. With nothing else on my agenda, I agreed. When I asked for details, she suggested we decide closer to the date but advised me to dress nicely.

As her gaze returned to her phone, I crept up behind her and playfully asked if she was browsing Tinder. Startled, she jumped and dropped her phone.

"Why would you ask that!?" she exclaimed, bending down to retrieve her phone. As she did, her enormous ass was right in front of me. I couldn't help but admire her curves, but I quickly helped her retrieve her phone without making a fuss.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't realize you were actually on Tinder," I apologized. She then shared a hurtful message she received from a guy on another dating site. I felt terrible for her, knowing she hadn't had a long term boyfriend in years.

"Oh my god, Mom. That's awful. What did he say?" I asked. She explained how he had criticized her appearance, calling her "too fat."

"I don't feel beautiful. I'm fat and old," she lamented. "A woman like me will be alone forever."

"Of course not, Mom. You're beautiful. You could have any guy you want."

"With this big belly and ass?" she questioned, turning to show me. I hesitated, not knowing how to respond.

"It's not gross at all," I reassured her, gently lifting her spirits.

"Mom... I don't know how to say this, but you have a great body," I admitted, nervously awaiting her reaction.

"Really? You like my body?" she responded, a hint of a smile on her face.

"Are you lying to me?" Her tone shifted, her eyes searching mine for sincerity. Without a second thought, I gently took her hand and drew her closer, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her huge breasts pressed against my chest. We stood there, locked in a tender embrace, our gazes intertwined. With a surge of courage, I pulled her closer still, our bodies aligning. I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before my hands found their way to her hips, offering a reassuring squeeze. My cock hardened and she felt the unmistakable erection I had pressed against her. A surprised gasp escaped her lips, followed by a shy giggle as she blushed.

Undeterred, I held her close, whispering words of comfort and admiration.

"Wow, someone does like me!" she exclaimed with a laugh, teasingly wiggling against me.

"I'm not stupid you know." She said sternly. "I've seen the cum stains you've left in my bras."

I blushed, I didn't know she had caught me!

She got up to leave. I just sat there with my head down. And then I heard her calling my name from upstairs...