Johnny's Big Secret

Johnny was so accustomed to locking his eyes on her face that he did it as soon as he heard her approach. Still, he couldn't help but notice his mother's mouthwatering nipples as they bobbed up and down enticingly with every step. He sighed and once again pulled her tightly to him for a long hug. They both acted like they couldn't tell how hard he was against her. He gave her a brief peck on the lips.

"Good night, Mom," he said softly.

"Good night, baby," she replied.

Then Crystal couldn't help herself. After she turned off the lights in the living room and dining room, she stood in the darkened living room just outside her bedroom door and watched as Johnny walked into his bedroom and turned on the light. Through the clear plastic sheet, she could see him clearly as he stripped off his school clothes beside his bed. Her breathing was ragged when he slid his boxer shorts down his legs, and she barely contained a gasp when she was suddenly faced with her son's cock for the first time.

Oh my God, it's enormous! she thought.

She only got a brief glimpse of it, though, before he turned toward his dresser and got a fresh pair of boxers out of the top drawer. Crystal shook her head and then doubted that she had actually seen what she had. It had to be a trick of the light coming through the wavy plastic, or perhaps it had been his arm and her mind had tricked her into thinking it was his dick. There's no way Johnny's dick could be that big, she thought.

Then she realized what she was thinking and felt a surge of self-disgust. She turned and marched into her bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her before getting ready for bed. Despite how horny she was, she refused to give herself the satisfaction of her normal pussy-pounding session with her favorite dildo. She felt guilty enough for spying on her son as he got undressed, and did not trust herself not to fantasize about her son if she gave in to that temptation.

She stripped and slid into bed after turning off her light. It took a while, but she eventually fell asleep.

Then her dreams betrayed her.

As she slept her hands slid over her body, teasing her hard nipples before sliding down to find her hungry, wet pussy. "Oh, Johnny," she moaned, barely above a whisper. In her dream her son was above her in the bed, looking down at her with guilt and hunger on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said, almost in a sob, "I just need it so bad."

She nodded and spread her legs. Her unconscious mind quickly put together the clues her conscious mind refused to accept. Johnny had asked out Debra, a busty but extremely religious young woman who reminded Crystal of a younger version of herself. He had done it knowing that this girl wouldn't want to have sex with him. Then she got the biggest clue her conscious mind had rejected: he was self-conscious about his massive, oversized cock and didn't want anyone to see it. Her son was a horny virgin!

He had to be every bit as horny as she was, and he was terrified of rejection. Her heart went out to him and she understood how badly he needed this. She was his mother, and this should be wrong, but she felt like his desperate need outweighed the taboo of the act. In her dream she nodded in understanding before spreading her arms and legs wide in welcome. Her son needed her, and she would not deny him. It felt to her lust-clouded mind like that would make her a bad mother, if she didn't take care of his obvious physical needs.

"Come here, baby," she murmured, "Let your Mommy take care of you." Her mouth shot open as a cock bigger than any she had ever imagined spread her horny pussy wide open. "Ohhh, yes," she gasped.

Her arms wrapped around his back and her heels rose to press into the tight muscles of his butt. She didn't want him to suddenly change his mind and stop, not until they both got the release they desperately needed. Then it was all she could to not to shriek in pleasure as her pussy was stretched like never before. Crystal's mouth worked wordlessly as she slept, so she wasn't actually making all those loud noises in her bedroom. However, her fingers were plunging into her horny pussy and pulling the thick lips wide open as she dreamt about her son ravaging her and turning her into his horny cock-slut.

She did let out an audible whimper when her fingers brushed the sensitive ring of her asshole. In her dream, she looked up at her son's face and understood that he wanted her ass. He'd been so good that she felt she could not deny him. It was a far dirtier, more explicit dream than she had ever experienced before when she lifted her legs into the air and let her son have his way with her itchy, horny little asshole.

"Oh, God, it's been so long," she sobbed as she felt his massive dong plunging into her cock-hungry ass.

In reality it was two fingers from each hand, soaked with her pussy juices, that slid inside her wet asshole and spread it wide open. Just like in her dream, she lay back with her legs high in the air, imagining her horny son holding her ankles as he watched his cock invading her snug backdoor.

The dream went on and on, as she let her son fuck her to his heart's content. Lying in her darkened bedroom, she gasped as her pussy exploded in orgasm. She wasn't being loud, but in her dream she was crying out deliriously as her son gave her ass the deep pounding it craved. In the dream, he came in her pussy three times and her asshole twice. Then she sucked him off twice more. She couldn't get enough of his dick or his cum. She felt like she was coming non-stop the entire time. When the dream finally ended, she fell into a deep, satisfying sleep that left her completely rested in the morning.

She wouldn't recall even a hint of the dream, and that was just as well. Crystal would have been torn up by guilt if she had remembered any of it. Instead, she was proud of herself for resisting the urge to fantasize about her son while she masturbated. It was a relief to wake up without feeling horny, and she only felt love toward her son, as well as a deep sense of pride.

"He's such a good boy," she murmured before getting out of her bed.

Her conscious mind once again refused to acknowledge the shot of arousal that thought sent through her.

* * *

Johnny had no idea what kind of intense, incestuous dream his mother was having, but the missing walls inside the house meant he could hear her horny moans and the wet sounds her fingers made as they slipped in and out of her pussy. Those sounds weren't loud, but they were distinct enough that he knew his mother was turned on, and that made him completely hard as he lay in his bed and listened to her.

His hand reached down to give his cock a long, slow stroke and he wondered what turned his mother on. He had read that women really enjoyed having their pussies licked. He certainly found the aroma of his mother's pussy intoxicating, and he was certain that he would enjoy licking a woman's pussy. That was as far as his mind dared to go. Johnny simply couldn't imagine licking his own mother's pussy—not because it grossed him out or anything, but because he couldn't imagine she would let him.

Instead, his mind filled in Debra's face when he imagined licking a wet, tangy pussy. However, the pussy he was picturing as he jacked his cock faster and faster was his mother's. She had been parading around him with that fat cameltoe exposed in her tight shorts, and he could easily picture her pussy any time he closed his eyes.

Moonlight streamed in through the back of the house, where the big plastic sheets kept wind and insects from streaming in. It was enough extra light that Johnny could clearly see his massive boner as he stroked it. He had begun by fantasizing about licking a wet, fragrant pussy, but then he stared at the pulsing head of his cock and pictured sliding it up and down the folds of that hungry-looking pussy.

At that moment, he heard his mother moan, weakly, "Ohhh, yes," from her bedroom, and his eyes shot open. He swallowed heavily but couldn't stop his mind from going there. For the first time, he realized it had been his mother's pussy he'd been fantasizing about every time he jacked off. Now he couldn't stop picturing his mother's spread thighs in front of him, and her pussy opened up and swallowed the head of his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he croaked, but his hand only stroked his shaft more insistently. He started shaking his head, but it was too late.

Johnny couldn't even grab a tissue in time before his cock erupted like a fountain over his midsection. Worse—at least in his mind—he was picturing his mother looking up at his face in horror as he filled her pussy with that massive load. He kept shaking his head, horrified with himself for even thinking such a thing.

"Oh, Mom," he moaned helplessly, "I'm so sorry!"

His revulsion did not stop him from having one of the biggest orgasms of his life. He wound up making his way shakily into his bathroom for a shower despite the missing wall because it was the only way to clean up all that messy semen that coated his body. Afterward he was thankful that he hadn't awakened his mother, but he would lie awake for hours before finally falling asleep late that night.

* * *

The next morning Crystal was chipper and well-rested, while Johnny slept in and felt lousy. He could not shake the vision that had taken over his mind when he'd had that massive orgasm, and he felt haunted by it all day. What made it worse was the realization that he had been having those thoughts about his own mother—probably for years! She had said she was proud of him, but he felt like the worst son ever.

Crystal had gotten a shower early that morning. She'd still been sweaty when she awoke, but was blissfully unaware of the intense dreams she'd had or the way she had writhed all over the bed as she had them. Instead, she attributed it to the increased humidity in the house due to the missing walls and the fact that their air conditioner wasn't running.

Since it was warm and humid, she dressed in a light tank-top and tiny pair of shorts. She was oblivious as always that her son could clearly see her massive tits and the outline of her pussy from the instant he walked out of his bedroom that morning. By then she'd already had two cups of coffee, a light breakfast, and she was in the living room cleaning up some of the mess the workmen had left behind.

It was the vacuum cleaner that woke Johnny. He blinked and sat up in his bed, and his guilty thoughts immediately ran through his mind again. "I can't believe that," he muttered. It wasn't merely that his mother's body had popped into his mind, but that realization that it had always been his mother he'd been thinking about while he sniffed her panties and jacked off.

Then he caught sight of his stacked mother through the wavy plastic where that bedroom wall should have been. His dick was hard, as it usually was when he first woke up, and it lurched upward in response as soon as he caught sight of her generous curves. "Fuck," he hissed in annoyance.

He was wearing boxers, but his erection jutted proudly out of the opening in the front of them. It took several seconds for him to work it back inside that opening, and it popped out again as soon as he turned to slide out of bed. Johnny grumbled to himself as he stood, turning to make sure his back was toward his sexy mother and stalking over to his dresser to get a pair of thick, baggy cargo shorts.

Because he'd taken that shower the night before, his hair was a mess; matted in some places and sticking straight out in others. He didn't realize it until his mother first caught sight of him and laughed, covering her mouth with one hand. Johnny couldn't help it. His eyes roved down over her enormous, quaking breasts with those obvious thick nipples, further down to the thick, hungry-looking lips of her pussy, and he let out a barely-audible whimper when he realized he could even see her clit clearly peeking out of the top of her pussy.

Crystal was looking at his crazy hair and missed the way his eyes hungrily took in her body.

"You really need to do something about your hair!" she giggled.

When she pointed at his hair, it drew his eyes back up to her bouncing, rock-hard nipples and then to her face. Their eyes met then, and he managed a shy smile before turning and walking into the bathroom. Crystal watched him through the missing wall for a moment as he stepped over to the tub and turned on the water. When he leaned in and let the shower pour water over his head, she chuckled and then turned to resume vacuuming. The sound of the vacuum cleaner drowned out the shower, and she was surprised to see him in the kitchen munching a bowl of cereal the next time she turned around.

Johnny had gotten an eyeful of her shapely ass in those snug little shorts while he got out the cereal and milk in the kitchen. From behind, her pouting pussy lips presented an even more tempting target. He stayed behind the counter to hide the obvious bulge of his morning wood, and couldn't stop thinking about taking his own mother from behind right there in the living room.

He narrowly escaped being caught staring at her ass, and only because she turned off the vacuum cleaner before she turned around and looked his way. They exchanged another smile before she turned and bent over again, pointing her ass directly at him as she gathered up the electrical cord for the vacuum cleaner and wrapped it around the handle on the back of the machine.

Johnny let out an audible groan then, and Crystal heard it. She thought he had bit his tongue or something from the grimace he gave her after she stood and looked his way.

Fuck! Johnny thought desperately, I've got to get out of here or I'm going to come in my pants!

His mother was simply too enticing.

It didn't help him one bit when she came out to the kitchen and hugged him from behind while he washed out his cereal bowl. Her gigantic tits pressed into his back, and he could clearly feel where her big, hard nipples were poking into him. When he turned around, he was unable to avoid hugging her again. He swallowed heavily and looked into her eyes, but there was no accusation in the look she gave him. He knew she felt his boner pressing into her pubic mound, but she didn't let it bother her.

Johnny realized she was likely to press her body up against him like this all day if he stuck around. He was practically dizzy with arousal following that last hug, and he feared he would erupt in his shorts at any second already. There was no way he'd have any privacy to jack off, and he could picture his dick standing straight out in front of him the entire day. There was no way his mother would miss that!

"Hey," he croaked, "Would you mind if I go over to Sherry's place for a while?"

She gave him a sad but understanding smile and pulled back with a sigh. "Sure, sweetheart, I understand," she replied with a nod. "I'm sorry our house is such a wreck right now, but it will be so much better after this work is finished."

"Uh-huh," he managed to blurt, and then he was out their front door.

Crystal looked around the house and sighed, then figured she would see what was on television.

* * *

Johnny didn't think to text or call before he drove over to Sherry's house. It was only two blocks away, and her parents had made it clear he was welcome any time. When he pulled up, Sherry's dad was mowing their front lawn. Johnny got out of his car and waved, getting a grin and a wave in return.

"Go on in," Sherry's dad hollered, "Sherry's probably in her room."

Johnny nodded and headed over to the front door. He saw Sherry's mother beaming at him from the kitchen, through the big front windows there. He smiled at her and headed inside. Already he felt more relaxed, although his dick was still mostly hard. The baggy shorts he always wore concealed his boner and he knew it. Unless it stood straight out in front of him the way it often did around his mother, he would be okay.

He walked in and gave Sherry's mom a wave, since she was at the sink washing dishes. Then he headed down the hallway to Sherry's bedroom. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed with her tablet in her lap, playing one of the Candy Crush games. Johnny grinned and slid in beside her. For the next two hours he mostly watched her play, occasionally pointing out a better combo that she hadn't noticed.

Sherry was dressed casually, but she looked really sexy. It was lost on Johnny. He wasn't really trying to look at her body, or he would have noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra and that her loose shorts gave a clear view up her thigh at her thong clenched tightly between her pussy lips.

The way Johnny was positioned as he sat beside her gave Sherry a clear view of the shaft of his hard cock outlined by the loose, flowing material of his shorts. She'd been turned on ever since he had walked in the previous afternoon, and she could not stop thinking about how amazing it had felt to have that massive dick filling both of her hands and her mouth.

Those thoughts made it difficult for her to concentrate on her game, but it wasn't really that intellectually challenging and she had Johnny there to point out the best moves when she didn't see them immediately. She smiled whenever he let out an excited, "Ooh! There's a big combo right there!" It was a lot more fun to play the game like this, with him watching and helping.

As much as she wanted to do something sexual with Johnny, she simply couldn't that Saturday morning. Her mother had been in to check on her several times that morning already, and would doubtless walk right in again. It was the downside of her parents not thinking of her and Johnny as potential sex partners; they would simply walk right in to her room without a thought that they might catch the two of them doing something "inappropriate." Plus, Sherry was conflicted with a bewildering variety of thoughts when it came to Johnny and his enormous cock.

At first, she had merely wanted to see it and touch it again. That had bordered on obsession the previous week, but she'd gotten to do that the previous afternoon. Then she'd actually had it in her mouth. Every time she thought about that unbelievable experience, she had to shake her head. It was almost unbelievable that it had even fit in her mouth, and she hadn't really taken that much of it before it filled her mouth completely. Then he had come, and that had been nearly shocking in the sheer volume of hot cock cream that had flooded her mouth and poured out to soak his shaft and balls.

Sherry swallowed heavily once again as she recalled it, and glanced over at Johnny's thick shaft before turning to look up at his face. He was staring intently at the tablet in her lap. She bit her lip and imagined once again that he was on top of her with that intense look on his face. It was incredibly arousing to think about him finally fucking her, but at the same time it frightened her. As wet as she got thinking about it, she knew it would probably hurt—a LOT. He was just so damned big, and her little pussy had never had anything remotely near his size inside it before.

Sherry didn't even own a dildo or a vibrator. When she got herself off, it was always with her slender fingers sliding in and out of her delicate pussy. It probably won't even fit inside me, she thought.

Those same thoughts had been running through her mind for hours at that point, leaving her feeling weak afterward. She finally got a break from them when her mother walked into her bedroom and gave them a smile. It was exactly what Sherry had expected.

"I'm going to make some lunch," Sherry's mom informed them, "What would you like?"

* * *

After lunch, Johnny was happy to help Sherry's dad work on the back yard. The two of them had always gotten along well, and they talked and joked as they worked. It was a big part of the reason Sherry's parents never considered that their daughter might want Johnny as a lover; they looked on him like the son they'd never had. Likewise, while Johnny never consciously thought of it in those terms, he looked upon Sherry's father like a surrogate dad after his own father had bailed on him.