Billy Owns and Breeds His Mother

WARNING:This story involves scenes of graphic sex including domination, seduction, oral, incest and anal. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.

One of my readers commented that there was not enough Will & Margret, his mother, at the end of 'Billy and Mrs. Anderson' so here is that 'Mother and Son' story. I took a few liberties from the first story so some threads may not be exactly the same. There is also 'cut & paste' but this second story reads well.

There might be a third story where Mike gets the privilege to enjoy my mother just as he had let me enjoy his mother, Mrs. Anderson. Mike, Julie and Sally might be over to enjoy my mother's mature body in one fucking overnight stay! Amy, Mrs. Anderson, said she always though my Mom, Maggie was fucking hot. Let me know in your comments if you want the third episode. Otherwise I hope you enjoy this second story!

Hi, my name is Will, Will Michelson. I just recently turned eighteen and graduated high-school. My friends, classmates and teachers called me Billy since third grade. It was in third grade that Mike and I became best friends. His Mom and my Mom were just 'Mom' as we spent so much time together. We were always together, best friends, as close as brothers. Both Moms raised us, fed us and trained us up to be caring sons and gentlemen.

Mike's mother gave birth to a baby girl just before senior year ended. My mom told me she had a change of life baby. Since my dad died on an oil rig explosion my mom and I have been very close and talk about all things. She explained that a 'change of life baby' happened to older women who thought their body was done making babies but 'accidents happen' she said laughing.

Anyway, as I said I stayed over Mike's house a lot growing up. Mrs. Anderson was just Mom until recently. Ever since turning eighteen I was always looking at her and her mature body. Her breasts got larger especially once Alice was born and she was always breastfeeding. I saw her feeding Alice many times and she would smile at me and not cover up. Mrs. Anderson's breasts were the first real naked female breasts I had seen and I saw them at least once a day. You can read her story to find out what happened and how she turned me into a man.

Anyhow back to me and my mom. My dad had died on an oil rig explosion when I was sixteen. Dad had insured himself very heavily so with that payout and compensation from the oil company Mom was financially set for life. She focused on raising me and Mike to be honest and upstanding young men. We talked about Mom dating but she would say she already had a man in her life and it was her role to raise her 'man of the house'.

Once I turned eighteen I began to notice subtle changes in how mom and I interacted. She always worked out or did yoga in the house so I was always seeing her workout outfits and her sweaty body. But recently her outfits were skimpy little things; tight tops with scoop necks and skin tight sports shorts. Her breasts hung displayed almost to her nipples. Yes, her nipples! They were always hard, large and pointed and just covered by a fraction of fabric. Too often I would see the upper arc of her dark aureoles.

Helping Mom with her yoga always gave me such a hard boner. During the Cat/Cow pose her large breasts would hang down and when she rose Mom would look at me and watch my eyes travel to her large displayed cleavage and those hard big nipples. Her eyes would drift to my crotch and the large bulge down my shorts. When holding the Downward-Facing Dog her thin satin shorts would stretch across her full ass even pulling into her ass crack showing me her two full hams. During the Crow her plump cameltoe would darken from her sweating displaying two prominent pussy lips. But the worse was The Bridge. Mom wanted my help holding her up and would make me kneel between her open legs. She had me put my hands between her legs and hold her full ass with my palms. She would moan as she rolled her ass cheeks against my palms.

It would not be long until her panties crotch would turn dark. I could smell my Mother's rich female scent above her sweat. When she lowered herself she would rub her pussy along my arm, wrist and fingers. She would lie on her workout mat her legs spread wide my hand still under her ass my thumb resting against her slit. She would act like she was stretching as she rode my thumb. Mom would tremble and her shots crotch would darken as her juices soaked the satin. When she wore white workout shorts they became transparent displaying the fullness of each pussy lip as the fabric pulled up tight into her cameltoe.

Mom would lay on the workout mat her long blonde splayed out on the floor. She watched me stare at her full breasts rise and fall from her cool down breathing. Her hard full nipples would push out the satin u-neck top she was now always wearing. Her legs would open wide leaving her moist cloth covered pussy on display. I could not help but think she laid there waiting for me to rip off her outfit and fuck her right there on the floor.

I felt so ashamed thinking about fucking my mother as my large fat cock pulsed with the need to expel my thick hot cum. Our eyes would lock waiting and daring one of us to act. Mom would let out a long sigh and reach a hand up for me to help her stand. When she stood she would hug me tight, her large breasts pushing into me as she thanked me for my help. Her pussy mound always found my hard cock to rub against. Since turning eighteen mom would kiss me on the lips and call me 'her man' as she hugged me tightly.

After a workout like that she would tease me and say she had to go wash off all her sweat from her old flabby body. She waited until I told her she wasn't old and her body looked good. She would laugh and start up the stairs pulling off her top. I was treated to side boob at first but now mom would turn at the top of the stairs and ask me what I wanted for dinner. Her full mother's breasts would be there for my viewing. Dark pink aureoles covered the swell of her breasts and was the home to long fat dark chocolate nipples.

"Mom!" I said pointing at her naked breasts.

"They are just breasts Billy. If Mrs. Anderson is breastfeeding Alice you have to have seen Amy's breasts since you are always over Mike's house. I know these are not filled with milk but are my breasts nicer?" Mom asked taking them in her hands and jiggling them.

"Mom!" I groaned and Mom laughing jiggled them again then went into her ensuite bathroom. More and more often Mom was leaving her bedroom and bathroom door open and I would catch glimpses of her naked body as she walked from room to room. Once I heard the shower start I'd go into mom's room and dig down into her hamper and pull out today's pair of her panties. Or I'd search for the most fragrant panties and for the golden ticket they might be wet with her juices, the gusset soaked with her own cream. Eureka! A wet fragrant pair.

This time I went to my room and took out my hard cock. My cock pulsed as it filled with blood to its full eight inches of hardness and thickness. I smelt my mother's fragrance on her soaking wet gusset breathing deeply her mature female essence. I put my mom's panty gusset under my cock and wrapped the silk or satin around my shaft. I worked my mom's panties up and down my fat shaft and across my leaking cockhead. I added my pre-cum to her juices as her silk rolled across my fat cockhead. I tried to hold back but eventually exploded pulse after pulse of thick hot white globs of cum into her gusset.

As my heavy breathing slowed I heard the floorboard creak outside my open bedroom door. Mom had to have been standing there watching me masturbate and seeing her panties wrapped around my long fat cock. She had to have heard me groan, "Oh Fuck! Oh fuck mom!" as I sprayed cum all along her panties where they had touched her pussy. Damn I felt so nasty using my mother's panties for my masturbating fantasies.

I rolled onto my bed to calm down and must have dozed off. I heard mom yell up that dinner was ready. I hopped off the bed and down to dinner. Since Mom had a shower she was dressed in a silky nightshirt and robe both of which were see through and short. When she bent over to serve me her huge naked breasts hung down and I stared at her cleavage. Mom laughed and rubbed my hair. When she bent into the fridge her naked ass and blonde hair covered pussy lips were put on display. She had to know all her treasures were showing.

She sat opposite to me for dinner and her robe opened and slid down her arms. Her dark round aureoles and chocolate hard nipples showed through the silk of her sleeper. She smiled when she caught me memorizing her breasts and jiggled them causing her fat nipples to harden and poke against the fabric. She would get up and move to the stove or fridge and her mature firm ass would catch my eyes.

She said she had pie for dessert and leaned way over into the fridge. I watched her legs spread and from the light in the fridge I could see her moistness between her thighs. Her blonde curls between her legs had tiny droplets of her female juices twinkling in the light. Fuck I was rock hard from my mother's body on display. When she served me the pie she stood beside me.

"Billy do you think my ass is ok for an old lady? I've been working on tightening my glutes. Here feel it and let me know if you think my ass feels good on your old mom."

As she said that she gripped my hand and ran my palm over her asscheeks. She squeezed my hand against her mature flesh on both cheeks. Mom even ran my fingers along the bottom swell of her ass and my fingertips were coated with her slick juices. My mom was driving me crazy. If I knew she'd let me I'd fuck her right here on the kitchen table! What game was she playing? Was she just looking for complements and assurances about her mature body? Or was my mother sending me signals?

Ever since I turned eighteen my mom has been letting me see and touch her body; intimate parts of her body that a son should not see and touch and smell. Was my mom waiting for me to step up to be the 'man of the house' and claim her body and her bed? Fuck I was so confused.

After dinner I went into the den and watched some Netflix then went upstairs. Damn I forgot about mom's panties and needed to get them back into the hamper. I looked all over my room and could not find them. In case I was still fucking horny I went to sneak another soft pair of mom's panties. I opened the hamper and right on top were the panties I had used to jerk off on. I picked them up and turned out the gusset and was shocked! All my globs of cum were gone.

Mom's panties were not wet like they had been rinsed. My cum was gone because mom must have sucked my globs of cum right off the gusset. There was not a trace of my thick white globs of cum anywhere on these panties. Mom had to have found her panties in my room and sucked them clean of my cum. Fuck! What the hell is going on with mom?

I dropped my shorts and pulled out my long fat cock and wrapped it with my mom's panties again. I was so horny that after just a minute or two I exploded another load of hot thick cum across the gusset of my mother's stained panties. I was gasping for breath holding mom's panties wrapped around my cock staring at myself in her ensuite mirror.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw my mother watching me. My eyes in the mirror drifted down and I saw my mother holding and crushing one large breast. Mom's night sleeper was pulled up around her waist while her fingers moved between her spread legs. In the mirror I could see the wetness of her dripping pussy on those fingers moving in and out between her blonde curls and plump pussy lips. Mom had her eyes shut tight and I watched her rub herself to a trembling climax. Her juices sprayed out and wet her palm and fingers as she trembled against the door jam. "Oh damn Billy!" I heard my mom moan.

I left those cum coated panties on the counter and quietly slid out the other door of the ensuite. I went to my room and stayed in for the rest of the night. My mother never said a word about her cum soaked panties or calling my name as she came with her fingers pushed up into her mature pussy. Yoga and sweaty workouts and cum coated panties went on for weeks as mom became less shy and more blatant with my seeing her in tight workout clothes, see through sleepers or quickly naked after her shower.

My cumming in mom's panties so often was building my lust to unbearable levels. I surfed the web for 'mature women, young men' or 'mother and son' stories and videos and dumped tons of my hot thick cum on mom's panties each time. Mom never said a word each time she had to have found her worn panties coated in her son's globs of cum. I was shooting seven, eight or nine globs of thick cum each time I'd beat off.

I'd favorite blonde haired 'moms' like my mother, Maggie, or dark haired mature women like Mrs. Anderson, Amy, and queue them up with my cock wrapped in mom's sometimes still warm panties. I'd gotten brave and kept the door open a crack and knew my mom was watching me run her panties up and down my eighteen year old long fat cock. I'd grunt 'Amy' or 'Maggie' when my cum exploded out my fat cockhead and coated the gusset of mom's panties. I could hear her breathing heavily outside my door and knew she was making herself cum. Before I turned in I'd drop those cum soaked panties in the hamper and they would be 'cleaned' when I checked again in the morning. I was beginning to wonder if mom would let me fuck her.

One morning she came downstairs in high cut sleeper shorts and a 'wife beater t-shirt' which let her huge tits flop all over. Her dark chocolate large nipples pushed out the cotton fabric or peeked out the side seams. Her shorts were pulled up tight the seam separating her plump pussy lips into a perfect cameltoe. The fabric was darker having absorbed mom's leaking pussy juices. She had to have made herself cum before coming downstairs. Her sexual scent was strong and filled the kitchen and caused my cock to harden and creep down my shorts. Serving me my pancakes she rubbed her large tits against the back of my head. She laughed when I groaned my annoyance.

"Mom, what gives? Your breasts are flopping all over the kitchen. And where did you get that t-shirt? I don't wear them," I huffed again.

"I found some 'wife beater t-shirts' that belonged to your father. I thought I'd wear them to remind me of him. He never beat me but when you stayed over at Mikey's your father would punish me and turn my ass all red then fuck me doggy style," she laughed rubbing her tits against my face.

"Mom, what the hell? TMI, please" I yelled.

"What, you don't like my tits anymore? Damn you were so greedy when you were nursing my tits were always out. Your dad finally had me wean you or he said I'd have to go to kindergarten with you. Then your dad died and I had to raise you by myself. When your buddies came over to use the pool all through high-school I had to listen to them make crude comments and jokes about my tits and body as I stood listening at the kitchen window and heard them over and over. You never stood up for me."

"Did you see Mrs. Michelson's huge tits? Those huge globs all but fell out of her bikini top! Her fat nipples would poke my eye out if she gave me a tight hug! Yea did you see her fine fat ass? Damn I'd love to kiss those cheeks then motorboat them. I almost fainted when she brought out drinks and her plump cameltoe was showing. I wonder if her pussy hair is as blonde as on her head? Speaking of head -- does she suck cock real good? Billy, you see your mother naked all the time; right? You see her shake those huge naked tits and that fine ass; right? She makes my cock hard every time I come over here. Come over here? I'd love to cum all over her huge naked tits...."

"Billy, you just let them say those things about your mother. Mike was the only one to tell them to shut up! Speaking of Mike he was always polite to me and respected me. Yes he would check me out all the time and I let him catch me bending over or see down my blouse, my tits hanging out for his hungry eyes. He would blush when I hugged him or kissed him goodnight during your sleepovers making sure my huge tits gave him a good rub."

Mom lowered her voice and said, "But this last year, since Mrs. Anderson got pregnant and had Amy, Mike seems to have grown up, I mean matured into a young man. He looks at me like he knows what's going on. He looks at me like he's an alpha male and I'm there for his pleasure. He unnerves me and yet excites me. I'm so ashamed when I get wet as he undresses me with his knowing eyes. I think he has experience with girls now. What about you Billy? Have you claimed any of those senior girls you and Mike run with?"

We had talked about how babies were made and she told me to be careful and always protected. "You don't want an unexpected child and wife this close after graduation," she warned me. Mom and I were totally open to discussing sex and girls and relations. I told her she didn't have anything to worry about as dates with girls hadn't gone that far.

She shocked me a bit when she got a sad look in her eyes then leaned in for a long hard kiss on my lips. She had never done that so intense! She then gave me an even longer kiss and the tip of her tongue that made my cock start to leak. Her huge breasts pushed into me and I breathed in her female fragrance. Softly she told me, "Now that you are eighteen you'll soon experience being intimate with females. Just be smart and don't hurt them emotionally and don't use them just to get your cock wet!"

When she said 'cock' it pulsed sitting at the table and flushed out to its full thick length! The guys in the gym classes and team shower called me 'sausage' to tease me. Like all guys I measured. I am eight fat inches long. Maybe the guys told their girl friends who told their girl friends that "Billy is packing meat so stay away!" So backseat make-out never went very far. Mike never talked about his experiences with our pack of steady senior girls and I never asked.

"Well maybe your mother can give you a few pointers about how to best bed a young female. But based on your browser history maybe you'd like your first time to be with an older more experienced woman like Mrs. Anderson or even me," Mom teased me and put my hand on her panty covered ass and shook it. She laughed when I groaned but I watched her look into my crotch and check out my long fat cock pushing out my sleeper shorts.

Mom knew I was going over Mike's house tonight and planned to be up at their cabin for a week. Mom was all over me knowing I'd be gone for that long. Mom cuddled me on the sofa while watching Netflix rubbing my shoulder with her huge breasts. She softly rubbed my thigh so close to my cock as it firmed down my thigh. Mom would kiss my neck from time to time and grip my thighs her knuckles just touching along my cock. I could smell her scent as she rocked her thigh against mine. She teased me not to creep on Mrs. Anderson all that time at the cabin. "I know how you like the older women, Billy!"

Eventually mom said she wanted to shower while I was still in the house. "My man will be gone for a week and I won't have anyone to protect me," mom whispered as she hugged me tightly. Her huge tits crushed against my chest and she maneuvered her pussy over onto my hard cock. Mom was driving me insane with sexual frustration. I wondered if like one of my favorite videos mom wanted me to throw her to the den floor, rip her clothes off and fuck her hard and deep until I filled her pussy with hot thick cum?

She gave me a deep, lips to lips kiss and hugged me tightly. I had to break this off so I slapped her ass and said, "Go shower Margret, I gotta finish packing!" Mom took in a deep hissing breath and started sniffling against my neck. I broke her grip, turned her and swatted her ass again and told her, "Get."