Johnny's Big Secret

From inside the house, Sherry and her mom often looked out the big sliding glass door at the two men working in the back yard. They smiled and sighed to see those guys getting so much done and looking so happy while they did it. The yard really looked impressive after they'd mowed it, and the bushes and flower beds were neatly trimmed. It looked like professional landscapers had been hard at work by the time they were finished.

It had been a productive day, and provided a welcome distraction for Johnny. His mother arrived to join them for dinner on the back deck that evening. She wore a lightweight but conservative summer dress that did an amazing job of concealing her incredible curves. As soon as she arrived, she set the fruit salad on the picnic table and hugged everyone. They were all smiles as they sat out in the open air, enjoying the beauty of the setting sun, the tasty barbecue, and the wonderful company.

Everyone was relaxed and funny, and they had a marvelous time. After the sun had set, mosquitoes descended in droves and forced them back inside. They visited for another hour before Johnny and his mother left to return home. During that brief car ride, Johnny realized that he was still sticky with sweat after all the work he'd done that afternoon. He chewed the inside of his cheek nervously when he suddenly recalled the lack of privacy he would have for a shower.

"What's wrong, baby?" Crystal asked.

"I just really need a shower," he replied.

"Okay," she replied.

Johnny looked over at her face. She seemed unconcerned, and he wasn't sure what to say about the missing bathroom wall. He thought about asking to use her bathroom, but when he thought about how to phrase that request it sounded silly in his head, like he was being unreasonable about trying to hide his naked body. No matter how he thought to ask, it sounded in his mind like he was accusing her of trying to see him naked.

Then they were pulling into the garage and he decided it would be best not to say anything. He'd just have to do his best to keep her from seeing his dick while he showered and dried off afterward. At the time, he wasn't sporting a massive boner, but he was starting to feel the nagging ache in his balls that let him know he needed relief soon.

That was a much bigger concern, given the lack of privacy he expected for the remainder of the night. Worse, he was almost certain he would think about his sexy mother again when he jacked off. Johnny had managed to put those guilty thoughts out of his mind while he'd spent the day at Sherry's house, but now they returned to bother him. He had a distant look when he got out of the car and headed into the house.

Crystal noticed that look, but didn't ask what was bothering him. However, she watched him closely in case he asked her for advice. Johnny didn't notice. He headed into his bedroom and stripped off his funky tank-top and shorts, peeling off his socks while his mother watched through the missing wall. He got a change of clothes before heading into the bathroom, at which point Crystal headed into her bedroom to change.

The summer dress was comfortable, but the bra she wore beneath it was not. Also, the dress had made her feel fat. Nobody had said anything like that to her, of course, but that had been her son and their close friends. Crystal lifted the dress over her head, tossing it onto the bed before reaching back to unhook her bra. It always bothered her that she didn't own any "pretty" bras. She watched her reflection in the mirror when her breasts were released from the uncomfortable garment. It always seemed to her that they were bursting out of captivity.

She tossed the bra over on top of her dress and stood rubbing her breasts for a few minutes. As she turned to face the bed afterward, she noticed her discarded shorts and panties were still there from the night before, just above her dress and bra. At the same time, she heard the water start in Johnny's shower. It seemed like a good time to put those clothes into the laundry hamper—except for the bra. She figured she'd give it a quick wash in her bathroom sink and hang it up as soon as she returned.

She'd forgotten about the missing bathroom wall.

Crystal grabbed the dress, thong, and short shorts and quickly walked out to the laundry area so she could push them into the hamper without drawing her son's attention. Johnny heard her bedroom door open and turned in the shower. His eyes bugged out when he saw her strut past. All she wore was another tiny thong—this one was dark blue—and a pair of little ankle socks. She didn't look his way, so she was unaware that he could see her clearly. Her nipples still stood out proudly after she had rubbed her breasts, and Johnny nearly gasped out loud.

He'd gotten brief peeks at her breasts before, but nothing like this! He couldn't tear his eyes away, and his dick responded instantly to the incredible show his mother was giving him. It was in his hand and he was stroking it before he even realized what he was doing. When he looked down and saw his straining erection filling his hand, he did let out a gasp. Then he quickly turned so that his back was toward the missing wall.

Crystal heard that distinct sound, just after she'd tucked her dirty clothes into the hamper. She turned and saw her son's naked back in the shower and her eyes went wide.

"Oh, shit!" she hissed.

She shook her head and hurried back into her bedroom, so she missed seeing her son's arm moving rapidly as he stroked his cock to a rapid release. After she closed the door behind her, she let out a nervous giggle.

"I can't believe I did that!" she chuckled. "I'm just lucky he wasn't looking my way, or he'd have seen my tits!"

She looked at those gigantic, swaying tits as she headed over to her dresser to find some sort of top to put on. Her nipples were harder than ever and her hands slid up to cup and squeeze them. Crystal let out a moan and knew she was horny. She looked at her reflection and wondered for a second how Johnny would have reacted if he'd seen her like this. Did he even like big boobs? She chuckled and lifted the right one in both hands, then sighed and lowered her lips to suck on her needy nipple. "Big boobs" didn't accurately describe her basketball-sized melons.

Crystal stopped thinking about her son then. She was horny, and hadn't given her pussy the deep fucking it desperately craved in over a day. Mmm, you've been a good girl, Crystal, she thought, You deserve a nice, hard fucking tonight. Again, it wasn't a conscious part of her thought process, but the reason she considered herself a "good girl" was that she hadn't been having incestuous thoughts about her hung son.

Rather than getting a shirt out of her dresser, she pulled out her oversized dildo and happily took it to bed with her. Within minutes it was driving in and out of her hungry pussy and she was coming, moaning loudly as she got herself off. Her enormous breasts wobbled and shook atop her chest as she used both hands to drive that fat dildo deep inside her pussy. They completely blocked her view of her bedroom door when it slid quietly open just a minute after her first loud, gasping orgasm.

* * *

Johnny still felt guilty after his shower, but he had shot a massive load all over the shower wall right after getting an eyeful of his mother's incredible, mostly-naked body. The relief that orgasm gave him made him feel better physically, but did nothing to assuage his guilt. He'd definitely been picturing his mother when he came.

Worse, he was almost certain she had seen him as well—seen him naked in the shower, staring at her body and stroking his freakishly oversized dick. He had been horrified to see his cock erupting in orgasm almost as soon as he started stroking it, and knew she'd been standing less than a dozen feet behind him. He managed to crane his neck, looking over his shoulder just in time to see her disappear into her bedroom before her door slammed shut.

"God dammit," he groaned weakly. Then he turned and watched the last of his semen shooting out to splatter all over the tiles in front of him.

How much had she seen? He shook his head miserably. It seemed impossible in his guilty mind that she hadn't seen him stroking his dick and been disgusted. All Johnny could think was that he owed his mother a huge apology. This felt like his worst nightmare come to life. As bad as it had been to think about the girls in his school finding out he was a freak with a monstrously big dick, it was far worse for him to think of his mother looking at him that way.

Ever since his father had left, this beautiful woman had been his entire world. Now it felt like his world would crumble if he lost her over this stupid incident. Johnny quickly rinsed his mess down the drain and then cleaned the last of the body wash from his shoulders and back. Then he slowed down as he got out of the shower and dried off. Even though he felt like he HAD to face his mother and apologize, he wasn't in a hurry to do it. He couldn't imagine it turning out well.

Still, he was determined as he finished drying his hair and ran the towel over his back before pulling on a fresh pair of boxers. His erection was spent, and he was worried he would chicken out if he took any longer. He looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, took a big breath and set his shoulders, and then turned to march over to his mother's bedroom door.

Crystal didn't hear his light knock, nor did she hear the doorknob turn. She hadn't bothered to turn off the lights, since she expected to get dressed after she got herself off. She was unaware her son had finished his shower and was now watching as she plunged her favorite toy into her soaking-wet pussy.

Johnny froze in the doorway, unable to believe what he was seeing.

He had never imagined his mother owning a sex toy of any sort, much less the big, thick dildo that she was now driving into her pussy at a frantic pace. His breathing was heavy as he stared in disbelief. It was the first time he had actually seen a dildo in real life. The ones he had seen in online videos had seemed tiny. They had made him feel like even more of a freak. In his mind, women who wanted a dick or a toy inside them didn't want something like the monster he was packing.

His dick lurched back to life, popping out of the front of his boxers as he watched his mother's pussy taking that big, fake dick. He shuddered when she moaned loudly and came a second time, and his eyes briefly dropped to see that his boner was once again standing out in front of him and straining with desire. He barely noticed. His eyes were immediately drawn back to his mother's heaving breasts and spread thighs, to the fat base of the toy she was driving deep into her pussy.

Then the reality hit him and he gave a little jump in surprise. That caused his dick to bounce up and down in front of him, and he realized where he was and what he was doing. He carefully backed out of her room and pulled the door closed, but his mind was reeling.

Mom likes to get fucked, and she wants a really big dick in her pussy! The thought was overwhelming.

Not for one second did he think she was fantasizing about him, or desired her own son in a sexual way, but it made his mother even more attractive to him. He had never dreamed he would meet a woman who would want a huge dick like he was packing, but his own mother was such a woman! Oh, God, why couldn't he meet someone like her?

Johnny was in a daze as he stumbled back into his bedroom and got dressed. He was so out of it he nearly left his cock hanging out of the top of his shorts. It was completely hard and sticking upward at an angle, with half of his shaft and the pulsing head protruding above the waistband. Fortunately, he caught sight of it in his bedroom mirror before he walked out like that. Seeing it made him chuckle out loud, and helped calm his thoughts as he carefully tucked it back into his boxers.

He grinned at his reflection, thinking how awkward that would have been. At that point he also felt relief because he figured his mother hadn't seen him checking her out or masturbating in the shower. She'd been in a hurry to get into her bedroom so she could get off while he was taking a shower. He nodded as he thought it through. That made sense. It was still surprising to him that his mother masturbated at all, but if she did he imagined it must be similar to what he often went through. She wouldn't want to be caught doing it.

Another horny moan from his mother's bedroom made him chuckle, but then his eyes widened and he hurried to drop his shorts and boxers before turning off his bedroom light. This was his chance to jack off, while she was busy in her own room. He snagged the wastebasket and set it between his feet, sitting on the side of his bed and stroking his rock-hard dick. Even though he had just gotten off in the shower, it did not take long at all before he was shooting another massive load into his wastebasket.

His mother's sexy moans and the wet sounds of her dildo pounding her pussy were just too much, and made Johnny come like crazy within minutes. When she kept going, so did he. Crystal had more than a dozen intense orgasms before she realized how long she'd been at it and stopped. Her legs were weak and shaky as she made her way over to her bathroom sink to clean her toy before putting it away. It was soaked with her copious pussy juices, as were the insides of her thighs and the thong she had merely pulled to the side. Once again she peeled her drenched thong down her legs, setting it on the counter before stepping into her bathroom for a relaxing shower.

Johnny heard her moving around in her bedroom and released his throbbing boner with a sigh. He had already come four times, but he'd been close to another intense orgasm. When he heard his mother start her shower, he quickly resumed stroking his dick until he deposited a fifth load into the wastebasket. He felt a little guilty, since he'd been picturing his mother naked in the shower, but didn't let it concern him too much. After all, she was a sexy woman with an amazing body, and he hadn't been thinking about actually fucking his own mother.

It seemed natural that he would fixate on someone like her when he jacked off. Now that he knew his mother masturbated as he did, his own guilt dissipated quite a bit. It was just something they needed to do, to relieve that nagging pressure. And, now that he understood she did it, he would listen for the distinct sounds she made so he could take care of himself at the same time.

* * *

Two months later Johnny would look back at that evening and wonder why he'd been such an idiot. It had simply seemed impossible that he would ever have sex with his own mother. Not merely taboo or unexpected, but impossible. It was the reason his mind refused to go there, and why he'd felt guilty for picturing the fat head of his cock pushing its way into her pussy the night before. He loved his mother more than he would love anyone in his life, and he refused to think of her as a potential sex partner because it was simply wrong.

Both of them felt the same way, even though on a subconscious level their bodies were in a constant state of arousal because they knew they had found their perfect lover. Those sexual thoughts often made them feel guilty, though, and they felt the need to hide their constant masturbation from each other.

* * *

After her shower, Crystal once again dressed in a tiny top and a snug pair of soft cotton shorts that clung tightly to the lips of her pussy. She glanced out her doorway, making sure Johnny was not watching as she carried the drenched thong balled up in her hand. She managed to quickly push it into the laundry hamper, concealing it beneath some of the other clothes, before sighing in relief and heading out to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Johnny watched from within his darkened bedroom the entire time, shaking his head when he realized she couldn't see him and thought she was being sneaky. He nearly chuckled out loud. Then he headed out to join his mother in the kitchen, sliding up behind her and wrapping his arms around her midsection to give her a squeeze from behind. Crystal let out a happy sigh and leaned her head back against his chest. They both ignored the way her breasts rested atop both of his forearms and his thick shaft pressed into the crack of her ass.

"Mmm, that's nice," she murmured as he held her against him.

"I love you so much, Mom," he sighed. His lips were nearly touching her ear, making her shiver. He could see her nipples standing out in front of her. After that moment when he'd been in the shower, he would picture her incredible, massive breasts almost constantly in his mind, exactly the way they had looked when he had finally seen them completely bared in all their glory.

He had come six times since he'd seen them, but his cock still stiffened between his mother's shapely cheeks as he looked down at her nipples and pictured her heaving, naked breasts again. Crystal felt a naughty thrill when her son's stiffening cock pressed against the sensitive pucker of her asshole, but it took a minute for her to realize that's what was happening.

By then, she merely regarded it as an unintentional consequence of her son being an 18-year-old guy with hormones going crazy. He simply got hard all the time. It didn't mean anything, and she certainly didn't want to embarrass her son by pointing it out. Her mind had been formulating that excuse for days at that point, but that evening was the first time she thought about it clearly, in those terms.

She tried to relax in his arms, and not to get aroused as she clearly felt that thick shaft swelling between her ass cheeks and pressing against her most intimate parts. Not only did his shaft press firmly against the snug ring of her asshole, but she could even feel the thick ridge of his cockhead pressing against her pussy lips for a brief, precious moment before he pulled his hips back from her. She sighed and finally took a step forward, out of his arms.

"Looks like my coffee's about ready," she said.

She gave him a loving smile as she poured a cup, then he watched her breasts jiggle as she added cream and sugar and stirred it. While she sipped her coffee, Johnny told her about the work he and Sherry's dad had gotten done in their backyard that afternoon. Crystal's eyebrows rose in surprise. She hadn't realized they'd done that work that afternoon; she'd assumed professionals had done the job when she'd seen the yard.

"Wow. You guys did a great job," she murmured.

"Thanks," he replied with a dazzling grin.

Crystal couldn't help but smile in response. As she took another sip, she thought, Damn, my son has turned into a good-looking man! Whoever lands him is in for a real treat. Her body shivered slightly in response. She had merely thought about how handsome he looked when he grinned like that, but her body couldn't help but think of the enormous "treat" Johnny had between his legs.

After she finished her coffee, they held each other for a long, loving hug before heading to bed for the night. Once again they acted like it wasn't happening when the shaft of his cock pressed insistently into the folds of her pussy. The hug felt so nice that neither of them wanted to ruin it or cut it short.

Crystal's shorts were slick with her pussy juices by the time she stripped them off before bed. Her pussy was once again in the mood to take a big, hard cock, so she grabbed her dildo out of her drawer and took it to bed with her. Johnny was lying in his own bed when he first heard her distinctive moan and the wet sound of that dildo sliding in and out of her. He bit his lip, and then stealthily crept out of bed to make his way out to the laundry room.