The Grimey Changeroom

"Do me up," ordered Vicky as she spun around and gestured towards the zipper. Hands trembling, Donny did as he was told. Feeling the zip reach it's peak, Vicky turned around and affected a hurried look. She straightforwardly grasped the edges of her son's open shorts and began to fasten the buttons and the restraining cord. Donny felt the backs of his mother's hand brush against the tip of his cock through his shorts as she raised her hands to grasp the opening.

Vicky, reflexively patted lightly against the top of her son's groin as if to signal 'all done', Why did you do that?! she thought, but she knew that a part of her was looking for an excuse to touch her son's penis. You're trying to touch it aren't you?...Maybe he won't mind. You're just a curious mother. Interested in all facets of her growing young man.

"How do I look?" asked Vicky, pulling at the edges of her swimsuit, adjusting it into place.

"Umm...really good mom...I mean, fine..OKAY I mean!" replied Donny, swiftly correcting himself. Vicky smirked.

Fuck I want to touch them. I want to touch my mom's breasts. God damnit, what is wrong with me?, thought Donny as he found himself looking for an excuse to do so.

"There's just... some dirt smudged across there...from the floor. It looks a bit funny," said Donny as he pointed toward his mother's chest with his gaze.

Wait, what's he up to? thought Vicky. "Oh is there? Where? Show me," she replied. I see what he's doing. Let's see if he's got the balls to do it? Fuck Vicky, you're letting this go too far. She inspected her swimsuit as if she didn't know where the blemish was.

"Just..there mom.."

"Come on Donny, brush it off. I can't see it!"

Donny reached his right hand out tentatively and lightly ran his fingers across the edge of the fabric containing his mother's right breast. "Here...," he said with a look of vulnerability, his eyes begging for permission. He brushed his thumb against the imagined dirt.

"I can't see it from here. Just rub it off for me, then let's go," she instructed. Donny opened the palm of his hand to rub down firmly at the side of his mother's breast, letting his thumb rest upon and sink lightly into the front of the soft mound. Vicky inhaled deeply at the touch of her son's bold hand.

My god..look at how they're jiggling, thought Donny. "It's...a bit stubborn.. Sorry, if I just..," he said before taking a step closer, resting his left hand on his mother's belly to stabilize her body. Vicky felt a rush of blood fill up her face. She was utterly taken aback by the way her son was seemingly escalating the interaction of his own free will.

Little bastard is eager. His hands will be all over you at this rate. What'll that feel like?, she contemplated.

"Is it coming off?" inquired Vicky as she brought her hands up and gently grasped the underbelly of her breasts, pretending to shift and position them to better expose the supposed stubborn mess on her swimsuit front. Donny sensed that his mother was helping lead this situation into an unusual direction, and as the pair briefly locked eyes, they each expressed a look which seemed to confirm their shared intentions for further exploration.

Vicky licked her fingertips then placed them on the spot that her son was prodding, "is this helping?" she asked as she massaged the side of her breast for a few moments, enjoying how it made her breast puff up, threatening to topple out from her bra. Her son's right hand dropped to grasp her hip while his left hand remained gently rperched on her belly. This is your son holding you, holding you and touching you, yet it feels like the touch of a lover, for the first time. Why am I allowing this?

The sound of departing footsteps brought Vicky back to reality. "..wierdos in there I think..," one of the men mumbled as their footsteps grew quieter and more distant.

Mother and son acknowledged the departure of the two men, the pair grinning knowingly at one another like two school kids in the midst of a crush who've snuck away to a private hiding spot with amorous intent.

"It's not working," said Vicky, frustrated, "here, let me just...," and she raised her right shoulder, retracting her arm back through the arm hoop, setting a single breast free. Those dickheads are gone...how far should I let this go? His hands feel amazing, so tender, so curious.

"Let me take a look," Vicky mumbled as she popped her other arm and breast free, folding the fabric in on itself to inspect the supposed dirt spot. Donny felt his cock begin to stiffen at the sight of his mother's bare breasts once more. He was now operating almost entirely on the fumes of lust.

"Crap, it's gone though onto your skin," he said earnestly as he moved his right hand to his mother's bare breast, touching it in the same place, and in the same manner as when it were guarded by fabric. Vicky squeezed his arm firmly, cleared her throat and relaxed into her son's touch to indicate her consent.

Donny sensed his mother's approval, and with added confidence decided to mimic his mother's prior strategy, licking his fingertips and then smudging them on the thick of her boob. Vicky began to bed her fingernails gently into her son's skin, her mind's natural impulses beginning to commandeer her body. She inched closer toward Donny.

"Oh, I didn't tie you up properly," giggled Vicky as her son kneaded her breast. You sound ridiculous..., Vicky reproached herself. Donny felt his mother's hands grasp the cord of his boardshorts, "we can't have these slipping off you in the water," she giggled, almost girlishly, as she fiddled around with the fabric near his crotch. "Shhi-!" Vicky contracted her word and made a pretense at bungling the refastening of his boardshorts, deftly tugging as her hands dropped, causing Donny's fly to fling open and his shorts to slip down his thighs. Like a jack-in-the-box, out sprung the semi-erect cock of her son, pointing brazenly toward her waist.

"Fuck!" yelped Donny in surprise — and shame — as his rigid cock continued to thicken in the presence of his bare-chested mother.

"Shit! Sorry honey. I didn't mean to ugh...," responded Vicky as she knelt down to retrieve his shorts as they began gradually crawling down his legs. She pretended to be focused on remedying the situation, but as she raised his shorts back up his legs she paused with her face just a breath away from Donny's erection, jutting her head backward as she 'stumbled upon' the issue at hand. "...well...this is..certainly...something, now isn't it?" Vicky remarked, taking a moment to stare up at her son's face, leaving his vulnerable member out in the open.

"I'm sorry, it's just...the whole situation, seeing you like this...it kind of just...I'm sorry if you're disgusted in me...but I thought we were..you know...that you and I were just...," said Donny, genuinely conveying a sense of guilt, even though he was incredibly turned on by his mother hovering around his hard-on, seemingly unfazed by it.

"No, no... it's okay honey," replied Vicky soothingly as she glanced back at Donny's dick. "It's nothing to be ashamed of...at all," she flicked her gaze from her son's erection to his pained facial expression and back again, "...in fact," added Vicky as her right hand came into contact with Donny's outer thigh, "...I think we both know we've been heading in a strange direction," she ended by brushing his thigh softly and looking up toward his eyes with a look of complete acceptance, easing Donny's anguish.

"Donny, I have to admit I'm still processing what's happening here...and I have to say that I...feel really...good right now, do you?" She paused and allowed her hand to explore his inner thigh a little more teasingly.

"It feels wrong mom, but you're just so...seeing you like this, and you keep looking at me...down at my..my...," answered Donny.

"Your penis, Donny?" said Vicky as she glanced at it, then back at his face with a smile. "Donny, I know this is wrong to say, but this is all just kind of happening...we've seen each other in a way that we really shouldn't. Look, I'll just come out and say it...please don't think less of me.."

"When I turned around and saw your...cock.. earlier..." said Vicky courageously. Donny flinched in disbelief. "...Donny I was fucking shocked. I was gonna slap you, but... god I'm wretched for saying this... it just surprised me to see you with an..adult penis.." Just fucking spit it out, say it, thought Vicky. "Donny, I'm your mother, but I'm also a woman... it's just been difficult recently with your father...and this situation has been...exciting? I can't believe I'm saying this to you!" Donny felt like he was about to faint. He couldn't believe his mother's behavior. He couldn't believe how aroused he was getting.

"I was curious...I feel like you are too," continued Vicky slipping her hand up and under her son's testicles, brushing over them briefly before wrapping her fingers around the base of his shaft, "...can I just touch it a little bit honey?" she continued as her hand smoothly rolled up the full length of her son's shaft. "You're gorgeous, baby," while raising her other hand to cradle her son's hefty balls before allowing both her hands to inspect his genitals lovingly, doing what she could to show her son how much she loved him; how good he felt. "My god, what the hell happened down here Donny? You were once my little boy...shit..," she trailed off as her eyes began to fixate on her son's penis; at how it so brutishly defied any sense of morality. There it stood in contempt of her place as a mother, ignorant of the centuries of cultural boundaries placed between it and the source of it's yearning. It was suffocating.

Donny could no longer restrain himself and blurted out, "god... mom...that feels so good! You're so beautiful...but this is... wrong...shit. Oh mom, tell me how good it feels," Donny's tense expression melded into one of ecstasy as his mother smiled back at him knowing that the boundaries had well and truly been crossed.

"I love your cock, Donny. Did you know it's the biggest I think I've ever held? I'm so proud that my son has a big... handsome dick like this..I'm sooo lucky," said Vicky saucily, elongating and emphasizing key words in unison with the slow, rhythmic stroke of her hand up and down Donny's shaft. "It's so gorgeous, but I want to know how it tastes."

Vicky poked out her tongue and ran it along her son's urethra, dragging it teasingly across all its bumps and ridges. Donny sunk his fingers firmly into the side of his mother's head in response, making an awful mess of her hair. "Mmmm..." she moaned before raising herself up from the ground to stand eye to eye with her son. She felt his wet dick poke into her belly as she grasped him by the waist.

"Do you like how this feels...your dick pressed into my belly, hmm? Mommy's tits against your chest? You're not the only one who's well-endowed. How about you give me a kiss to say thank you?" Vicky propositioned Donny, before leaning toward him, squishing his cock against her belly and flattening her bare breasts against the warm skin of his chest.

Wet lips met, and soon Vicky was hungrily jostling with her son's tongue. She quickly found her hands reaching for the sides of her swimsuit, shoving it forcefully down at her sides, stepping out of it one leg at a time as it reached the floor. "That's better," she sighed.

Mother and son — now in a naked embrace — pressed their steamy bodies together, uniting in a bond that few have the good fortune to experience. Vicky tickled her son's broad chest with her tits as she pulled her head back to look into his eyes. Her hand slipped down and wrapped itself around his member, which felt like a column of granite in her dainty fingers.

"How did we get here Donny?" she asked somewhat wistfully. "What the fuck are we doing?" she moaned whilst continuing to stroke Donny's cock and fondle his balls. "Should we stop? This is just wrong, isn't it?"

"It's wrong mom... we... shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this," he said between labored breaths before taking the mass of his mother's gorgeous breasts in his hands. He dove his head down and let his tongue find its way to her nipple, sucking and nibbling at tenderly.

"What if someone comes in and finds us like this? You shouldn't be all over your mother's tits...I shouldn't be...groping my son's big dick..." murmured Vicky, prompting a grunt from Donny before he lashed his tongue wildly across the surface of her breasts, kneading them furiously with his hands all the while.

"We need to stop Donny. Please stop," whimpered Vicky coyly, "a mother shouldn't let her son do this...she shouldn't want her son...not like this...," she continued. Donny momentarily ceased his feasting as he felt his mother's grip urge him to stop, and he watched as she began to turn and face away from him. His heart sunk, thinking his mother as had changed her mind.

"...Please Donny...why am I doing this...why...I'm a disgusting, greedy, awful mother..," she lamented. Donny felt a pang in his heart, but when he reached forward to comfort her as she leant with her arms against the changeroom wall, one of her legs slipped abruptly to the side. The cheeks of her butt wobbled in response. A moment passed and her other leg shifted out slightly in the opposite direction.

Shit. She's collapsing!, worried Donny naively.

Vicky's chin dropped to her chest and her butt seemed to arch up ever so slightly. Donny noticed the heel's of his mother's feet were elevated from the floor and that she seemed to be bracing herself against the wall now, rather than collapsing against it as he previously assumed.

As Donny glanced down — perplexed by his mother's posture — he watched her dumpy backside sway like jello back and forth, as though there was something aching or itching away inside her.

"Please don't Donny...you really shouldn't do what you're thinking... I can feel you looking at my body... am I really beautiful, baby?" she whimpered as her voluptuous frame continued to dance before her son's cock.

"Y-yes mom...you're fucking...incredible..," responded Danny as he inched closer and gently grasped his mother's waist. Her arse brushed back and forth, toying with his throbbing cock.

"What are you doing back there honey? I know what you're thinking... what is wrong with you?" she said in a judging tone as her son's penis tip tapped intrusively up against her underbelly. She could feel her son getting himself into position, and so she welcomed him by floating her hips so as to brush her moist labia against the top of his shameless young cock.

"You're a terrible son for doing this to your mother...I'll never forgive you," moaned Vicky as she began prodding the tip of her son's dick with her moist opening of her passage, her body letting Donny that it was hurting to be taken.

"Mom..." uttered Donny as he eased his full length up and inside his mother's canal. What the fuck are you doing? Fuck, fuck, fuck...you fucking idiot!, panicked Donny. Vicky gasped and choked as she writhed in submission against the flimsy wall, coming to fully appreciate the full extent of her son's blossoming manhood. He paused for a moment as his mind wandered, fancying that he might suspend his mother in the air from his cock, harpooned like some hapless creature.

"You...fucking...mother...fucker," she stammered, gasping for air as she felt her son's thrusts grow in intensity, plunging back and forth up to his balls. She indulged in his youthful ferocity. She had forgotten the vigor — and desperation with which young men fuck.

"You've made your mother a son-fucking slut...you did this to me..but... I...I wanted you to make me your slut," she moaned angrily, spurring Donny into a frenzy.

"Ugh...does that feel good mom?...does my cock feel good inside you?" the youth demonstrating his willingness to participate in the talk. Growing more adventurous, he slid his grip up to clasp his mother's billowing breasts, which toppled around in all directions. During his next thrust, he eased in slowly, then pulled his mother by the tits firmly into his body, bringing his mouth to rest by her ear.

"I want your cock and your cock only...my pussy is all yours, baby. Cum for me... it's okay...you can. I want you to..." Vicky was almost in tears as her well-endowed son fucked her like a dirty, teen whore. She just wanted to feel her son's fat cock convulse and spit it's life-giving seed deep within her womb. She wanted to feel his cock collapse and fall limp like a filthy slug against her inner walls, and quiver as it slips out having finished its deed, completely depleted of its strength. She wanted to conquer his cock, and be conquered by it.

"Fuck...I love you mom," gasped Donny as his slick belly glided against his mother's quivering rump. He pressed his cock forcefully inside her and squeezed his arsehole together as he unloaded all he had to offer her. He felt his mother clench her walls aggressively, vacuuming at his shaft, Donny's ears dazzled by the slurping and squelching produced by his mother's experienced pussy. He peered down and ceased his efforts for a moment to try and comprehend just what on earth his mother was doing to down there. The sight of her arse gracefully arching it's way over his rod as he stood there motionless sent waves of energy sparkling up through his balls, culminating in a sublime chill resonating throughout all corners of his body.

As Donny erutped his mother continued ravenously siphoning at his cock until her body sensed he was softening, and finally his young cock began its farewell to his mother's glorious vagina.

Donny's cock slinked out of Vicky's dripping pussy and found a resting place, lightly dancing between her thighs and butt cheeks. Breathing deeply into his mother's ear, Vicky turned her head to find her son's lips, "I love you so much Donny," she sobbed before taking Donny's tongue inside her mouth again.

Vicky turned to face her Donny, and they wrapped their arms in a tight embrace, enjoying the warm, soft, and slick sensation of their perspiring bodies against one another. After a few moments just holding one another, Vicky slipped down against Donny, squatting so that her face came in view of her the spent cock that just fucked her brains out. It was red, half-deflated, exhausted, but a beautiful thing. Wanting to sample his cock and her own cunt, Vicky lifted the weary penis up and into her mouth, slurping and sucking it back out of her mouth like a melting popsicle.

Again, Vicky engulfed her son's cock and chugged at it fiendishly, enjoying the musty, slightly tart flavor. She relished the feeling of it thickening in her mouth.

"Fuck mom...it hurts," wailed Donny, but Vicky pressed on. She sucked and jerked wildly at his cock, compelling it to become rapidly engorged. She tested the limits of her jaw, opening wide to take a sagging testicle in her mouth, twiddling it in her mouth like a hooker. She was going to make her son cum again, but this time in another orifice.

Donny collapsed to the bench beside him — seeing as there was no stopping his mother — and so, planted his hands at the sides of his mother's head, resisting the urge to hold her ears as handles. Vicky re-positioned herself and began bobbing her head up and down against his dick manically like an ice addict on a pogo stick. For a moment Donny was almost disgusted by his mother's hunger, but as the pain of his raw skin began to succumb to pleasure induced by his mother's merciless sucking, he felt only love towards her.

Before he knew it, the familiar, blissful wave ran through his loins once more, causing his bottom half to jitter atop the bench like a jackhammer set loose. His cock seized violently and his eyes rolled back, but his mother's mouth remained adamantly fixed to his pulsating dick as though her neck were bound to his hips by an invisible rope.