What happened to be most guys’ dreams, happened to be my nightmare. I was eighteen years old, and I was of average height. I didn’t have the face of a model, but not an ugly one either. There was nothing strange with me till you traced your eyes further down and saw my flaccid penis reaching the tip of my knee. It didn’t keep my head up. It just made me feel like a freak.

In elementary school when we first started showering after gym, it was a nightmare pulling down my shorts. I just saw small pinky fingers everywhere and there I stepped in with a cock the size of a banana.

They pointed and laughed. I got bullied so badly that I had to switch schools. Then my parents arranged it so I didn’t have to shower after gym.

In High School, things started to change though. Having a big penis wasn’t as embarrassing any longer, but instead of being bullied, I faced students who were green with envy. I could ignore them for a while—at least until they started spreading vicious rumors. Looking back now, I’m not even sure how I managed to graduate.

It was August, still summer break, and I hadn’t thought about my issue again until I met my first girlfriend, Sofia.

Sofia was a sweetheart, and we clicked immediately. I was mesmerized by her glossy hair and quirky humor. On our second date, I’d invited her home. It didn’t take us long to kiss and for both of us to become aroused. We naturally stripped off one garment after another, and I was so excited that I forgot about my size for a moment.

With her young, perky breasts topped with fresh pink nipples, she sat there nude, and she reached for my belt and slowly unbuckled it. Her blue eyes widened as she noticed the giant bulge. “Is that your penis?” she asked, sounding more unsure rather than excited.

“Yes, that’s my penis,” I said, catching the doubt flickering in her eyes.

She slowly pulled down my underwear, and once she freed my erection, she looked intimidated rather than horny. “Adam … I’m not sure about this.”

“It doesn’t hurt to try,” I said.

It was just a mess from then on. The condom didn’t even fit, and after I’d revealed her crisp, pink slit, I could barely get a third of my erection inside her before she cried in pain, and shortly after, the glow died along with my erection.

She left, and I sat in my bedroom, elbows on the desk, chin in my hands. The worst part was that my mother, who had convinced me to ask her out, was now waiting to listen how it went. My mom, a psychologist, had divorced my dad when I was really young. She’d always been there for me through my tough elementary school years, trying to understand what went wrong. She offered her unwavering support, but talking to her about this felt… complicated.

When she got home from work, she called up from downstairs. “Adam, are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” I answered, my voice low.

“Is Sofia still here?”

“No, she left,” I said.

She came up right away. Being my mom, she could tell when something was off. “Mind if I come in?”

“Go ahead,” I replied.

She opened the door and stepped in carefully. She wore dark stockings and a skirt, with a pink V-neck sweater that hugged her figure. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and she’d painted her lips ruby-red. With her round glasses, she looked beautiful, something I’d been aware of since I’d hit puberty. She had just turned forty, but she didn’t look a day over thirty. Her skin glowed with smoothness and vitality, and she didn’t have a wrinkle on her face. That was part of why it felt hard to talk to her about private things—Sometimes, I worried my thoughts might drift where they shouldn’t.

She sat on the ottoman next to me, her fingers running through my hair. “What happened?”

“She left,” I muttered, looking at my computer screen. In its reflection, I could see the upper part of her creamy cleavage. Our eyes met briefly, and I looked away.

“Adam, you’ll have to tell me a little more than that.”

“We met, like usual,” I said. “We kissed, and then… she just didn’t want to see me anymore.”

She studied me gently. “I don’t think you’re telling me everything,” she said, not prying but trying to help me open up. “I know that look—it’s the same one you had back in middle school.”

“It’s… kind of embarrassing,” I admitted.

“How about this,” she suggested. “Come by my therapy office tomorrow, and we can talk about it over there.”

“But I’d still be talking to you,” I pointed out.

“Yes,” she replied, “but sometimes the setting helps you loosen up. Whatever’s been bothering you has gone on too long. Whatever you tell me will stay there, just between us. Okay?”

“Alright. Fine,” I agreed.

“You promise?”

“I do, Mom.”

She kissed my cheek. “Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

“Thanks,” I said, feeling a little better after talking to her. 

2

My mother’s therapy office was only a half-hour walk from where we lived. I knew I had to tell her now; I couldn’t let her down. It hurt to see her disappointed, especially when she did everything she could to make me feel better. I entered the office and took a seat in the lobby.

The sound of high heels clacked against the floor. She greeted me with a warm, motherly smile mixed with her psychologist character. “Come on in,” she said.

I followed her into her therapy room. She wore an outfit similar to yesterday’s: stockings, a skirt, and a buttoned blouse that fit a little too snugly. But today, she had on high heels, which only added to the sexual tension. Just as I was about to walk past her, she reached out and gently touched my right thigh. I froze at her soft touch, glancing up to see if it was intentional.

“Take a seat,” she said, motioning to an armchair. “Don’t be shy. I may be in ‘psychologist mode’ here, but I’m still your mom.”

“I know.” I sank into the chair, shoulders slumped, eyes fixed on the floor. Her sweet voice, calm and reassuring, helped settle me.

“I can tell something’s troubling you,” she said, lifting her notes. “Something deep.”

My gaze wandered to her breasts, and I quickly looked away, feeling a little flustered. She cleared her throat, and rather than being offended, she looked slightly amused. “I prefer eye contact when we’re talking.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, struggling to keep my focus on her eyes. “Yes, something’s bothering me. And it’s… embarrassing.”

“There’s no rush to share it all at once,” she said, crossing her legs, completely at ease. She was waiting, giving me all the time I needed, though her appearance made it hard to concentrate. My eyes kept drifting to her boobs and thighs, tempted to look further. “Take your time,” she said gently. “I’ve waited this long; I can wait a little longer.”

“Sorry about that,” I said, feeling a little sheepish.

“It’s okay, sweetie. If you need more time, I understand.”

“I think I’ve waited long enough. I have… a body part that’s bigger than average,” I admitted, struggling with the words. I’d never told anyone this before. I’d held it inside so long it felt like a knot in my chest. “I didn’t realize it was unusual until we started showering after the gym in elementary school. When my pants came off, everyone just lined up to stare at me. You know the rest.”

She looked at me with a mix of sympathy and understanding. Though, I noticed she wasn’t surprised. “I understand, and I suspected as much. It’s tough going through that alone. Many young people struggle when they’re the first to hit puberty. I’ve helped lots of kids cope through those awkward times.”

“I get that,” I said, “but eventually, others catch up. No one’s going to ‘catch up’ to my size.”

“Before we continue,” she said, “can you clarify which body part we’re talking about?”

I blinked. “You don’t already know?”

“I have an idea, but I want to be certain,” she said.

“I… don’t know if I want to say it out loud.”

She opened the window a bit, then unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a little more of her cleavage. “Remember what I promised you last night. We have something called professional confidentiality. Whatever you share here… stays in this room.”

I sighed deeply and couldn’t bear looking at her when saying it. “It’s my penis.”

She nodded slowly, and as I kept my eyes on the floor, I felt her glance briefly down between my legs. She leaned over, resting a hand on my thigh, her fingers gently moving closer to my crotch. “I can understand why it troubled you when you were younger, but it shouldn’t trouble you now. As a woman—and your mother—I can assure you, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

I watched as her fingers edged toward me, then withdrew at the last moment, like a tease. “Well, Sofia didn’t exactly see it that way.”

“She’s inexperienced,” Mom said. “I don’t know exactly how big we’re talking, but for a virgin, a large size can definitely be intimidating… but for an experienced woman, it wouldn’t be.”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “It’s just been a lot, from being bullied in elementary school to what happened yesterday. I didn’t tell you this before, but in high school, they actually got jealous and started spreading rumors about me.”

My mother gave me a sympathetic look, seeming relieved that I was finally opening up. “I went through something similar when I was younger,” she said, leaning back on the couch and pushing her chest out a bit. “I was the first girl in my class to hit puberty, and my chest grew fast. The other girls made comments that embarrassed me—and most of them were pretty mean. I guess being well-endowed runs in the family.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, I guess.”

“I saw a psychologist back then, someone who’s still one of my role models. She gave me the best advice for dealing with unwanted attention.”

I leaned forward. “What did she say?”

“Just accept it.” She rose and hung her blouse on a hanger. To my surprise, she only wore a pink push-up bra beneath, providing a potent view of the valley between her breasts. “People stare all the time and I don’t mind.”

I stared at them for a few seconds, before reminding myself that she was my mother.

She patted my thigh. “No, sweetie, look at them,” she said. “I kind of knew beforehand what troubled you, so I know this will be good for your therapy.”

“Looking at your breasts?” I asked.

“Not only looking at them but learning to let go.”

“I think it is easier said than done.”

She shook her head, making her breasts jiggle with her slightest movements. “I’ll help you.”

“How?”

“You must get it out of the closet.”

My mind was clouded. “What exactly am I supposed to get out?”

“What you’re embarrassed about.”

“But I’m already sharing it with you now.”

She shook her head. “No, not really. I want you to completely open up—show me everything.”

“Are you sure?”

She looked directly at me, her gaze intense. “Yes.”

I stiffened, searching her face for reassurance. She looked more than serious. “Alright… you won’t tell anyone?” I asked, feeling a taboo thrill I’d never experienced before.

“I promise you.” There was something in that voice that made my penis slightly harder. “That’s why I brought you here instead of my bedroom. I figured it’d make you a bit more comfortable. Am I right?”

“Yeah,” I said, nodding.

She drummed her fingers on the arms of the couch, waiting. I tried to unbuckle my pants, but I sweated all of a sudden. My slippery fingers couldn’t get a grip, and at the same time, it felt a bit surreal to show my penis to my mother.

“I think it will be easier if you are standing up,” she pointed out.

I blushed even deeper. I rose but still struggled. She laid her paper and pen aside and went on her knees. “Let me help you.” She unbuckled my belt with ease. She let my pants fall to the floor. My cock was now straining so hard against my underwear that the head was aching. She had to pull the underwear to get the waistband over the cock. Then she let go and let my underwear fall to the floor. My cock towered over her face, the vein throbbed and the balls were swollen. It cast a thick shadow over half of her face as she studied the sheer size in awe.

“This is the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.” She brought out a ruler from her desk and measured it, amazement spreading across her face. “Nine inches and the girth must be at least seven.”

My heart rate went up and I tried to say something but couldn’t find any words. I’d never imagined a woman would look at it with lust in her eyes, let alone my mother. She pulled the foreskin down and studied the purple crown thoroughly. She rolled up the foreskin and rolled it down again a bit longer than the first. She licked her soft hand and stroked it again.

“Mom, where are we going with this?” I asked, feeling sweat run down the sides of my head.

“As far as necessary to make you feel better,” she said in her husky voice.

She got closer, her lips gently brushing the tip and murmured, “This is the most amazing cock I’ve ever seen.” I could feel the heat in her voice. A part of me screamed to pull back, but the other was already addicted to the forbidden pleasure. She flitted her eyes up to mine. “Are you letting go?”

“I’m trying my best,” I said.

“You are doing well, sweetie.” She pulled her head back and stroked it gently once more. She slipped her hand under her skirt and then smeared her nectar along my penis, revealing the fact she was dripping wet. She spat in her hands and gently massaged it from the bottom all the way to the top.

“How does it feel?” she asked, moving her head away to keep eye contact.

“It feels g-good but a bit t-taboo at the same time.”

“Try to focus on the good part.” She got close again and extended her tongue to lick the tip. She brushed her lips around it and finally opened her mouth to taste it fully. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I closed my eyes but the sounds of her sucking and slobbering rose to my ears. She placed her hands on my thighs and went all the way down to my root, her nose and lips pressed against my pubic bone. She gagged, covering my manhood in her forbidden saliva. My eyes widened as she deepthroated me again and again. I breathed harder as she pulled her head back till only the lips were on the glans.

“Geeze, Mom,” I said. I grabbed her head, and she quickened the pace. I couldn’t hold it in much longer. I curled my toes and was about to let go of everything that I had stored up in my testicles.

Someone knocked on the door. She quickly let the dick slip out of her mouth. She glanced at the clock and rolled her eyes. “Gosh, I’m so sorry. I forgot about my appointment.”

I quickly pulled up my pants. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not fine,” she said, looking embarrassed. “I was just so excited to finally talk with you on a deeper level that I completely forgot about my schedule.”

“Mom, it’s okay,” I reassured her, not liking how she was beating herself up over it.

“We’ll talk more when I get home, alright?”

I nodded.

“And please—no matter how taboo this might feel—let me keep helping you. If you want to feel better, we can continue this therapy.”

“Sure,” I said.

“I love you, Adam,” she murmured, pressing her lips to my cheek.

“I love you too.”

I left her, as a girl with her head down and face streaked with tears stepped in.

**** 

I stood there in the bathroom, in front of the mirror studying my dick. It was quite red, with traces of mother’s lipstick. It also had a musky, pleasant scent that was completely foreign to me. I didn’t want to touch it too much. I didn’t want to dilute what was on there. The soft touches, her lips, her tongue, her breath, her fluids. I got hard again, my cock pushing up against the sink. I started to dream. I tried my hardest not to touch it. I just imagined she was there and I was deep in her throat.

Then I shook my head. She was my mother, but I heard her voice so clearly and so husky, “Let go …”

I tried to let go.

****

When Mom came home, she made dinner like usual. She also apologized again for the meeting ending a bit abruptly. At the dining table, I was a little quieter than usual, though her delicious stew helped to warm me up a bit.

“So, how do you feel so far?” she asked kindly.

“Pretty good,” I said, taking another spoonful.

“I’m glad,” she replied. “I want you to see that what you have is a blessing, not a curse.”

I smiled. “Thank you,” I said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier—it just felt a bit…”

She laid her hand over mine. “Say no more. I understand. We’ll take it one step at a time, slowly but surely.”

“Thank you… After your therapy, will things stay the same between us?”

“Of course,” she said. “Actually, I think it’ll be even better.”

“I hope so too,” I said. “Uh, what time should I come tomorrow?”

“Getting excited?” she asked, raising her eyebrows playfully.

“Maybe a little.”

“Ten in the morning,” she replied. “We’ll have an hour.”

“Okay… will you finish what you started?”

“We’ll see,” she said, looking as excited as I was.

3

As soon as I woke up, I took a shower. I was already excited, knowing what awaited me at my mom’s office. I got dressed quickly and headed to her therapy office. I arrived a few minutes early, just as she was escorting another client out. I could hear the clack of her high heels on the floor. Mom was kind enough to give the girl a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said warmly.

“We will… Thank you for everything, Kathy.”

“You’re welcome,” Mom replied, closing the door behind her. She turned to me, dressed in a purple pencil skirt and a fitted, buttoned sweater. I could smell her soft, soothing vanilla and lavender perfume. “Come on in,” she said, gesturing for me to follow her.

I did, and she led me into the room. As I walked past her, she reached out, her fingers brushing against my bulge, lingering for a moment. This time, it wasn’t an accident, nor had it been yesterday. I sank into the armchair, my attention fully on her. “So, how are you feeling?”

“A lot better,” I admitted.

She jotted down some notes. “I’m glad to hear it. As I mentioned yesterday, I’ve set aside a full hour today, so we don’t have to rush. We can just focus and continue the therapy. Yesterday was more of a preview, but today, we can take our time.”

I nodded. “I think that’s exactly what I need.”

“Good. Let’s start with yesterday—did you notice how I didn’t find anything uncomfortable about your body part?”

I hadn’t thought much about it; the experience had taken me off guard and then turned into one of the most unexpected yet enjoyable moments of my life. “Yes, I noticed.”

“It’s not just that there was nothing uncomfortable about it—I wanted it.”

“I never imagined a woman would say that.” Let alone my mother.

“But it’s true… Even Sofia would have appreciated it, but you might’ve rushed things with her a little.”

“Really? Did I?”

She nodded. “Foreplay is a must with such a big equipment.”

“I didn’t know.”

“That’s okay … I also want to go back to elementary school. I want to share a personal story.”

“I’m all ears.”

“I got bullied when my breasts started blooming. But what turns you on more, mosquito bites or my breasts?”

I drooled at them, wondering if she would ever let me touch them. “Your boobs.”

“So, you see, they are all jealous. I always heard boys telling lewd jokes in the corridor, never once have I ever thought of going down on them. I did without hesitation go down on you—and I would more than love to do it again.”

“But isn’t that because you’re my mother and you want to help me out?”

“No, sweetie, I truly find you attractive, including your manhood.”

My cock had been rising slowly and steadily, but now it hardened to steel. My erection stood out like a sore thumb begging to be licked. I tried to lean forward to hide it. But she sternly shook her head. She leaned forward and pushed my shoulders back. “Don’t do that, lean back and relax.”

I leaned back and sat there with my obvious bulge throbbing right at her. Mom slowly unbuttoned her sweater again. She was wearing red lingerie today, just covering her nipples and revealing large chunks of her delicious skin. “We will finish what we started yesterday and then we can chat afterward. I want you to come and sit next to me.”

I rose with my stick still pointing north. I sat down next to my mother, and she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants. Freeing my erection, she stroked it with both of her soft, forbidden hands, getting familiar with her son’s most intimate part. She tossed her hair over her shoulders and opened wide to fit the tip between her lips. While she stroked, she swirled her tongue on the crown. It was a slow gentle motion but my cock got rock hard and rose an inch in length and girth.

“I knew it was more left to this thing,” she said and spat at the tip and smeared the spit with her tongue. She pulled down the foreskin completely, making it look like a fat, purple mushroom. She kissed the head and then opened her mouth wide. She slowly sunk down, inch after inch just disappearing right down her throat. I stiffened by the sight and then she had her lips pressed against my groin, still begging for more.

I threw my head back and groaned. “Geeze, Mom.”

She pulled back up, making sure to rub as much of my cock against her throat. Coming off me, she spat at my length again. “This thing needs way more lube.” She jabbed her hand beneath her pencil dress and quickly pulled her hand out, dripping with pink and golden juices. She coated my cock evenly with just her tongue. The musky flavors filled the room. She unclasped her bra and tossed it behind her back. Her two round breasts just fell right in front of my face, jiggling till they found equilibrium. The nipples were cute and tiny and the cleavage was tight enough to make me cum. I hadn’t seen her tits since I was a babe in her arms.

“Your breasts are gorgeous.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” she said before swallowing me again. She kept deep-throating me long and slow. I grasped the cushion to the right, my toes curling. “I wonder how much cum you got loaded up in these balls,” she kept on with her dirty talk, just turning me on even more. “What does it look like when you masturbate?”

I shivered as she sank down again, swallowing my entire nine inches. “I spray it all over the place,” I said and moaned deeply. “I always have to finish in the bathtub.”

“By the way, I think I’ve noticed, but you will finish in my mouth today,” she said as she gave the tip another kiss. “If you will fill me up to the brim, I don’t mind getting it spilled all over my face.”

“Gosh,” I said and arched my back, pushing it further inside her throat.

My cock was so lubed up, she pushed it through the valley between her breasts and slid it up and down. Her breasts were almost as warm as her throat but way softer. I curled my toes and reached for her head. I was seconds away from exploding. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“Let go, sweetie,” she said. “Exactly what I told you yesterday.”

She increased the pace of the jerking, begging to see the fireworks. As she stuffed the crown in her mouth, she left me with no choice. I let go as I let out the biggest moan of my life. I exploded into her mouth. I filled her up to the brim. She swallowed and had to let go. I fired what was left on her face, and I managed to cover her in my hot molten cum to the point I couldn’t even recognize her. She fished out a towel from the drawer and wiped her face clean, leaving me speechless and out of breath.

She clasped her lingerie top back on but waited with the sweater. She gave my cock a last stroke and licked the drop of cum that was left from the tip. “You can pull up your pants now and have a seat in the armchair.”

I just did what she told me, still marveling over her skills. I had never imagined someone could swallow the entire thing. “How does it feel now?”

“I feel good … more confident.”

She wrote down some notes. The white stains on her face were still visible. “Do you think any of those guys who made fun of you or acted envious will ever experience something like this?”

“I don’t know.”

“They won’t,” she said reassuringly. “The girls who made fun of me? They grew up with barely anything, and their envy never went away. It’s the same with the guys who either tease you or get jealous—they’re likely feeling small in more ways than one. Envy doesn’t disappear; it’s just something a well-endowed man or woman has to live with.”

“That makes sense. I just never thought of it that way.”

“That’s why I’m here—to help you work through these things.”

“This has helped a lot… Thank you. I never imagined anyone would be interested like this, especially after what happened with Sofia.”

“That’s what we’ll deal with next,” she said. “How far did you push it in?”

“Barely a third of it … I still consider myself a virgin.”

“You won’t be a virgin much longer,” she said and glanced again at my pants, searching if there was some life left. She leaned forward and caressed my thighs, looking at me with her round loving eyes.

“What do you mean by that?” I asked. “Isn’t there a line we shouldn’t cross?”

“I’m willing to go to any extent to see you smile,” Mom said in her honeyed tone.

“I’m grateful to have you in my life.”

“So am I,” she said with hints of tears in her eyes. “So, is there anything you’d like to add?”

“No … I might need some time to reflect on this.” I couldn’t complain about what I’d just received, but I still wanted more. She’d tasted me but I wanted to taste her. I had just gotten a sample of the aroma between her legs. I wanted to enjoy the full fruit and drink of her fountain.

“Alright then, I’ll be back at 5 PM.”

****

When I got home, I decided to hit the gym. It was my first time, but the trauma from being laughed at because of my size was finally starting to fade. It went well. I met a girl there named Sara who was willing to help me with some lifts and machines, and I quickly got the hang of it. We even swapped phone numbers.

In the locker room, I showered with confidence. A few of the guys gave me sideways glances, but I didn’t care—they were just jealous. I’d finally stopped seeing my manhood as a curse.

When Mom got back home, I was outside, reading a book under the hot summer sun. “Hey,” she said, taking a seat next to me.

“Hi, Mom.”

“How was your therapy?” she asked in her usual motherly tone.

“It was great,” I said. “I still don’t understand how you manage to handle my size.”

“You just need experience,” she said with a smile. “But trust me, it’s totally possible, even for a virgin.”

“Besides that, how was work?” I asked. I didn’t feel awkward asking her anything. She had this way of making even the strangest topics feel normal. It made sense she was a psychologist; she just knew how to talk to people.

“It was fine,” she said. “Had some tough clients, but that’s part of the job. But our little session this morning definitely brightened my day.”

“I’m glad,” I said.

“So, where have you been?” she asked, looking me over. “You look a little pumped.”

“At the gym,” I told her.

“Really?” she said, clearly excited.

“Yeah… What you said about guys and envy. It’s true. But I’m done stressing over it.”

“I’m so happy for you,” she said. “Did you have a chance to think over what we discussed?”

“I did,” I replied. “I’m feeling a lot more confident.”

“I can see that,” she said, studying me closely. “Did you meet anyone interesting at the gym?”

“Actually, I did. I met a girl and got her number.”

“Nice!” she said, her eyes lighting up. “What’s her name?”

“Sara,” I said, glad of her reaction. “But I still feel a little insecure after what happened with Sofia.”

“Don’t worry,” Mom reassured me. “Your therapy isn’t over until you feel completely secure.”

“So, can I come by again tomorrow?”

“Of course,” she said, spreading her legs. “We’re not done yet.”

4

When I woke up, I quickly got dressed and hurried to my mom’s office. I was so excited that I couldn’t think about anything else. It felt a bit like a tease having to wait until we got to the office to continue, especially when I wanted to talk to her right there at home.

As I entered, I heard the clack of heels approaching. She was wearing her usual black stockings and a buttoned V-neck sweater, one button undone to reveal a hint of cleavage. “Sleep well?” she asked.

“I did. How about you?”

“Just sweet dreams,” she said, motioning for me to follow.

I walked behind her, noticing the subtle sway of her hips. Before I knew it, we’d reached her office, and she opened the door. “Have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the chair. She closed the door behind us, and we were alone again.

I sat a bit more upright than before, uncertain of what to expect this time. Our past sessions had been light on conversation and heavy on action. I was cautiously optimistic. “So, how are you feeling after our second appointment?” she asked.

“Definitely better, but I’m still a little unsure about getting close to another girl.”

“So, there’s room for improvement?”

I nodded slowly.

“You see,” she said, crossing one leg over the other, “I don’t want our sessions to end until you’re completely confident and free from any worries or insecurities about your size.”

“I understand.”

“Adam, how do you think I look?”

“Well,” my voice trailing off, a slight blush creeping up on my cheeks.

“Remember that what happens in this room, stays in this room. Be honest, I notice more than what you think.”

“I’ve always found you attractive,” I admitted, and it felt surprisingly good to say so.

“I want to spread my legs to you because of your size, that’s how powerful it is. You have all the reasons to be proud and keep your head up high.”

“I get that and I feel a bit better in that regard, but … are you sure I won’t hurt anyone?”

“Did I look hurt when I deep-throated you?”

“No,” I said.

“If I had you inside of me, I would be in heaven.”

“I find that hard to believe … why didn’t we do something else than just oral sex?”

“That’s because our past meetings have been a mild form of therapy. Now though, we will do something different. I want you to be a part of the discussion and I want you to take action.”

“What do you mean exactly?”

“I want you to push your cock deep inside me. Let go of all the tension you are holding onto and release it all—once and for all.”

I lifted my gaze up. The blow job had already surprised the hell out of me and now she revealed she would share her nectar with me. “Are you sure?”

“I am … you’ll see that a woman can handle your size well.”

“How?”

“I’ll guide you. You are endowed with one of the most powerful tools a man can have. You should not feel embarrassed or shy at all. It’s not natural and this, I guarantee, will help.”

“Alright.”

“Today we will go through a more powerful therapy. I will let you do some of the work, but keep in mind that foreplay is very important.”

She took her time as she unbuttoned her sweater, one button after the other. The clothing then fell off her with ease. “You won’t be able to reach me from there,” she said and patted the vacant space next to her. I rose and made my way to her. I settled onto the couch right next to my mother. “Go on,” she said and pushed her breasts closer to my face. “You have to take action now and unhook my bra.”

I felt a bit nervous as I unhooked my mother’s bra. When it fell off, my smile widened. Her two gorgeous breasts were right in front of my eyes, begging to be licked. “Can I?” I asked and had never imagined I would have the luxury to taste them. My cock had already been welcomed by them, being pumped till I splashed my seed into her mouth.

“Yes … You have to make me wet. Otherwise, my pussy is going to struggle to welcome you. That’s what went wrong with Sofia.”

“Okay,” I said. It felt like slow motion as I leaned closer to her right tit. I latched my mouth around her areolas and nipple. I sucked on it as if I were a child again. They were so juicy and creamy that I wondered if milk would splash against my face. But instead, the nipples stiffened the more I swirled my tongue on them. I jumped from one boob to another, her voice turning huskier. Now they were like two stiff candy pieces. I licked from the bottom of her mound all the way to her neck.

“Oh, Adam, I love that,” Mom said, closing her eyes.

After a moment of enjoying her two tits, they were dripping with my saliva.

“You need to save something for my pussy,” she then said and started opening up her legs. “It’s crucial to lick me, warm me up.”

“You seem quite warm already,” I said, noticing her warm breath on my face.

“I am … But this will be a lesson for girls your age. Trust me, they’ll need this.”

I trusted her more than anyone else. I pulled down her skirt, revealing her pink panties. There was already a wet patch in the middle, weighing her panties down. “Did I make you so wet just by licking your breasts?”

She shook her head. “My pussy has been wet since you told me about your size. But you made me wetter by licking my breasts, that’s for sure.”

I had done this with Sofia before, but it felt so much more intense with my mother. I slowly pulled her panties down her long, beautiful legs. Her pussy was perfectly pink, her lips already soaked with beads of honey clinging to them. Her slit looked way tighter than usual for her age. I started to wonder if she really could handle my cock at all. But first, I couldn’t resist licking her. I plunged in and stroked my tongue up and down. Her musky, floral scents just got stronger the more vigorously I licked her. I wanted that perfume sprayed all over me. Taking a break, I slipped a finger inside and started playing around her walls as my tongue scooped up all the honey trickling down. 

She threw her head back and moaned. “Oh, Adam, you’re being so kind.”

“You are so tight,” I said. My grin disappeared as I doubted my cock had a chance on her. “Are you sure it will fit?”

“A wet woman can even fit a Coke bottle inside of her,” she said and laughed as the pleasure washed over her. “All you need is lots of foreplay and even a high school virgin can take you to the depths of her sweetness.”

“I would more than love to lick you,” I said.

“It’s not needed,” she said. “The past days have been enough foreplay for me. It’s time for you to push it inside me.”

Lighting up, her eyes trailed down to my bulge. She slowly reached for my pants, pulling down the zipper and wanting to see my manhood in its full glory. Standing up, my pants and underwear fell to the floor. My erection bobbed up and down.

“Where should we do it?” I asked.

“Right here,” Mom said, spreading her legs on the couch.

I approached her till she curled both her hands around my cock and guided it to her entrance. She pushed in the head, and I was greeted by her warm, wet walls. She let go of my erection and wrapped her arms around my back instead. I slowly entered her with very little effort. I stretched her. I was amazed at the sensation—the thrill of doing something we shouldn’t be doing combined with the sexual pleasure.

I pushed in a third of it, going slowly since my disaster with Sofia was still fresh in my memory. “You can go deeper,” she urged me on.

I thrust my hips, plunging my joystick deeper into her velvety walls till her entire pussy was stretched and filled to the hilt with my thick cock. “Wow,” I said and wondered how it was even possible.

“See,” my mother pointed out with a grin. “It’s fully possible.”

“I see now,” I said, my voice low and husky.

I pulled out till only the head remained, admiring her glistening wetness along my shaft. I pushed inside again, stroking her sweet walls. As it started feeling good, I quickened my thrusts, feeling her clenching and pulsing around me. She had to hold onto her breasts as they bounced and jiggled like crazy. 

“Oh, no one has ever stretched me like this before, oh,” she moaned.

“Ah, I can’t believe we’re doing this, Mom.”

“We are … for your sake,” she said, sinking her teeth into her lower lip.

I thrust deeper and faster, her silky walls clenching around me with each stroke. The pleasure was surreal. Mom’s moans grew louder as I plunged into her repeatedly.

“Oh Adam, that’s it, don’t hold back.”

Her encouragement spurred me on. I gripped her hips tightly and pounded into her with all of my lust. The wet slapping sounds filled the room as our bodies collided.

“You feel so good inside me,” Mom panted. “So big, stretching me perfectly.”

Her words sent shivers down my spine. I was amazed that I could fit entirely inside her. The realization that I wasn’t too big after all flooded me with confidence.

“I’m getting close,” I warned, feeling the familiar tightening in my balls.

“Me too sweetie. Come inside me, fill me up,” she urged.

With a few more powerful thrusts, I exploded deep within her, spray-painting her pussy white and creamy. Mom cried out as her own orgasm hit, her walls spasming around me. I kept pumping, prolonging our shared climax until we were both spent.

I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. She stroked my back soothingly as we basked in the afterglow.

“You did wonderfully,” Mom said, looking me in the eyes. “How do you feel now?”

“Incredible,” I sighed. “Thank you for showing me I’m not a freak.”

“It’s okay, sweetie, you know I love you.”

“I do.”

“A kiss?”

I wasn’t sure why I hesitated. Her lips were full, seductive, and painted with a scented lipstick. We had never kissed on the lips before, but I had just been as close to her as anyone could be. I chuckled softly before leaning in, pressing my lips to hers and holding the kiss for a moment. Pulling back, I looked her in the eyes, feeling like I never wanted this to end.

“So, are we done with the therapy?” I asked, feeling a flicker of uncertainty.

“Yes, you’re healed,” she said with a soft smile. “But … we can still spend time together now and then. I haven’t felt particularly happy living on my own. If you still want your mother.”

“I do … you’re so sexy and seductive,” I said.

“Thank you,” she said, a rosy color rising on her cheeks. “I haven’t done this in a while, and it kind of reminded me that something’s been missing in my life.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, a pang of guilt hitting me after all she had done for me.

“It’s okay,” she reassured me. “We have each other now. But don’t feel bad about seeing other girls too.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said.

We both got dressed, and she led me to the door. She hugged me tightly before letting go. “I’ll be back at 6 PM,” she said.

“Alright, I’ll head to the gym with Sara.”

“Remember what I taught you about foreplay,” she reminded me in her motherly tone.

“Trust me, that’s something I won’t forget,” I replied with a grin, and she leaned in to kiss me again.

 The end.

 Afterword

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