An Old Lady Visits

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This is a continuation of my story “Of Mothers and Mushrooms”. I feel this is better-written than that one (my first!), but I’m not sure I’m the best judge… It’s the first part of several which are yet to be written – would love to get some constructive feedback.

Also – futanari-on-male, mother-son incest and muscular women. If any of those turn you off, you might want to stop reading now.

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‘It’s your mom, isn’t it?”

Jake broke from his reverie. He looked down at his girlfriend’s face, uncomprehending. “What about her?”

Kelly sighed, her hand digging under his shirt, stroking his stomach. “Jesus, you’ve been so stressed out the whole week, this visit really upsets you, doesn’t it? That thing yesterday with the kitchen plans…”

He snorted, disgusted. “Oh, man, don’t remind me…” his mind reeled at the disaster that was narrowly averted, him giving the drilling crew an out-of-date work set. He was good at his job, things like this didn’t happen to him! Kelly was right, of course; his mother’s visit was looming over him like a dark cloud… he bent his head down, locking lips with her for a long kiss.

He should tell her…

She broke after a moment and pulled back to her seat. The parking lot was almost empty – it was Friday afternoon, most people (those who weren’t already on summer vacation) were gone for the weekend. This would be the first Friday night in almost 4 months the two of them would spend away from each other, and it was hard to say goodbye… she brushed her straw blonde hair back, and looked him in the eye.

“Look, I know there are things you’re not telling me…” he started to protest, and she put her finger on his chin, smiling. “It’s alright, we’ve been ‘official’ for less than 5 months, there are still things that might or might not come out, it’s OK. I know it’s complicated, her being a… you know…”

“A futa.” He completed, softly.

“Right. Futa. I know it colors things between you…”

‘Colors’… nice choice of words. If she only knew…!

“…and I know I can’t begin to understand how this affects your relationship…”

Oh, baby! You have NO idea!

“But I just want you to know I’m here for you. Whatever you need, if you want to talk, or…”

He put his hand or her thigh, loving the round, smooth feel of her toned body beneath the rough cotton pants. So unlike… Her. He smiled down at her serious face, her blue eyes clouded with worry. “It’s OK, baby, there are just things we need to work out. Mother-son stuff…”

Oh, god, why couldn’t he just come out with it, just tell her everything?! She loves him, she’ll understand!

No she won’t, no one could understand. Nobody should HAVE to TRY!

Her hand was on his chin, stroking it. “Would you like me to come for dinner? Would it…”

“NO!” She looked up at him, startled at his vehemence, and he spoke again, his voice softer.”No, it’s OK. I want to have a talk with her tonight, things might get tense. You’ll see her tomorrow.”

She looked at him quizzically, then shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “OK, you know best.” She checked the time on her phone. “You’d better go, she should be there in a couple of hours.” She straightened herself up and gave him a quick peck on his lips. “Well, I’ll see you both tomorrow morning. I really am dying to meet her – the way you describe her, she sounds really amazing…!”

He laughed, in spite of himself. “You’re just dying to meet a real woman with a real cock! I swear to god…”

She blushed a bit. “Well, I never knew that that was even a thing until a month ago! But I’m not going to embarrass you, babe, I swear! I’m going to be on my best behavior, I’ll take her shopping, I’ll be the model girlfriend, I promise!”

He leaned in for a quick kiss. “I know you will. And I’ll work everything out tonight, over dinner. Tomorrow will be fun, I promise! Just have to go through this… “He felt himself deflating again, and sighed. “I’m not really sure I’m up to it, you know? I’m just… It’s just that I’m really bad at confronting her.”

She took his hands in hers, looking in his eyes. “Well, maybe don’t think about it in terms of confrontation. You’re Super-Coordinator, remember? You always say you love her very much – talk to her, tell her what you feel, what you need.”

She laughed when she saw his doubtful expression. “I’m just talking through my ass here, right? I have no idea what your ‘issues’ are. But I trust you – you’re smart and you’re kind, you’ll work it out.” She let go of his hands and opened the car door, wriggling out, giving him a nice glimpse of a perky breast through the opening in her company shirt. She had really nice breasts… and his mind wandered to another, much larger pair, soft and welcoming, riding on top of thick, hard pecs…

He was painfully hard as he pulled out of the parking lot and stated the drive home.

– –

He smiled as he thought about Kelly, making out with her in the cramped car, about those last few months they had spent together, bursa escort seeing each other almost every day – at work, and then the nights together, at her place or his. He loved making out with her, he loved fucking her, he very probably loved HER – she just made him feel like a MAN, again!

His mom, on the other hand…

He had stayed at home for almost 3 weeks after they first hooked up – and she made him feel like anything BUT a man… After a week she decided to just take a sick leave, and they more-or-less spent the next two weeks fucking non-stop. Aside from a couple of times she let him do her up the ass, He was on the receiving end pretty much constantly – servicing her gigantic girl-cock, having it pounding his ass for hours on end. It was exhilarating, he never wanted it to end, but it was also doing his head in. He started out being crazy in love with his mom – with her beauty, with her sardonic sense of humor, with her insane body, with her monster cock – but in no time at all it became all about the cock. He was no longer Jake Stein, up and coming building project coordinator/cool dude; he felt as if he was now his mother’s cock-sleeve – nothing much besides.

He was in a daze – an addict, a zombie. But his mom saw what was happening. When he decided to call the company and pull out of the Costa Rica resort job – 3 days before he was due to arrive there, something that would have cost him his position in the company – she decided it was time to pull the brakes. She told him he needed to leave. He was stunned; he thought she loved him, that they would stay together forever! But she shook her head.

“Jake – I DO love you, I wish we could stay together, but, don’t you see? This is exactly what happened with your dad. He became addicted to me, to my COCK, and ended up hating me for it. I don’t want this to happen with US, I don’t want to lose you!”

He argued with her, He pleaded, he even cried – but he knew she was right. She said he needed to leave, build a life for himself ; she wanted grandchildren, for Christ’s sake! She cut him off, cold turkey, and it was hell. His body needed her, he needed her inside him, her monster cock thrashing his colon to mush, her balls slapping against his butt, her breasts pressing against his back… it’s been almost 7 months, and he was getting hard now, thinking about it! Hard – and terrified…

Yeah, the first few weeks were hard, but work was a good distraction – and soon there was also Kelly, the company’s environmental engineer; she was cute, she had a dry sense of humor that he liked, and a full, round ass that filled the regulation cargo shorts quite nicely. He wasn’t much fun the first few weeks – those 3 weeks he had spent with (or was it ‘under’?) his mom left him with what felt like a pretty bad case of PTSD – and at first he wasn’t very responsive; but Kelly was a very determined girl – once she put her mind to something, she could not be easily deterred. And he finally did come out of his shell, and he allowed the vivacious, cool Iowa gal a glimpse of his old self. And they clicked, and it had been a very nice 5 months, since…

He still talked with his mom almost every week. She had been pretty active, sexually, and seemed to be having a lot of fun, but said that nothing really seemed to click for her, that it all seemed rather pointless. They had talked about her visiting him in the summer; but as her vacation drew nearer – and as he got closer and more comfortable with Kelly – that impending visit started to weigh on his mind. She was very enthusiastic about Kelly when they first hooked up, encouraging him to give her a chance, and later even giving him relationship advice – which seemed to him a little weird; nothing about his mom’s romantic and sexual history really made her an expert on man-woman relationships…

But, as he got tighter with Kelly, her attitude seemed to change. She started to bring up little tidbits from “sex camp” – her nickname for the insane 3 weeks they had spent together, back in the winter. She would give him very elaborate accounts about her sexual adventures – it made him very uncomfortable, and he told her several times that he didn’t want her to tell him all this – but he didn’t sound very convincing even to himself. At some point she started sending him pictures she took of sexual partners servicing her, her mammoth veiny dick going into their gaping jaw or up their butt. He was getting dick pics from his mom, for crying out loud! Two weeks ago she woke him up in the middle of the night, and when he answered there was a man moaning and crying, and he watched in horror as she live-streamed herself fucking a middle-aged, pudgy man who he recognized as his old biology teacher from high-school.

“Mom, you’ve got to stop doing this! It’s a miracle Kelly didn’t wake up!” He was sitting in the bathroom, whispering into his phone, his eyes glued to the screen, watching Mr. Colman’s body shake violently as she pounded into him with all the force of her muscular gluteus.

His çanakkale escort mom guffawed. “Sorry, babe, this was just too hilarious, I thought you’d want to see this.”

He sighed, exasperated. “Mom, it’s not hilarious, it’s not funny, it’s just you having sex… I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, really, but… it’s your life, OK? I’m just… I need to stay out of this, OK? I’m trying to build something with Kelly, you just… you need to let go, OK? Just… just let go.”

She was quite for a moment, her thrusting into poor Mr. Colman’s butt subsiding. After a while she slapped the side of his butt, her large palm leaving a reddish glow on his white flesh. “OK, sweetie, gotta take a break. Be right back”. The man protested, weakly, as the camera followed her giant girl-cock sliding out of his abused butt, thin strings of lube stretching away with it. She stood up, and Jake caught a glimpse of her hulking figure in the wall mirror as she moved towards the bathroom. She switched to selfie-mode, the light from inside the room lighting her face, and his breath caught. God, she was so beautiful!

“Honey…”

“Mom, really – I just…” he stopped, not knowing what to say. She shrugged, her mountainous shoulders rolling up, the beads of sweat covering them sparkling with the light from the bathroom. “Look, you’re the only one I feel comfortable sharing this stuff with, OK? I love you, I love talking to you, I think we’re friends, right?”

“Sure, mom, I love you, I love talking to you, too, it’s just… well…”

She nodded. “Look, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, OK? You’re a big boy, you know what’s good for you…”

He could hear Mr. Colman’s plaintive voice from the bed. “Helen, are you coming back soon? I’m starting to get cold…”

She looked to the side. “In a minute, hon. You just keep that cute ass up in the air…!” She turned her face back to him, lowering her voice. “It’s not really all that cute – too pudgy, you know? – but I like the way he cries as I pound him…” she smiled, wickedly, the smile he knew and loved, and his hand went down, grabbing his fully-erect shaft, stroking it…

Mr. Colman’s voice, again: “Are you talking about me? Who are you talking to? Are you coming? I feel really empty…”

His mom sighed\. “No rest for the wicked…” out loud she said: “Give me a sec, sweetie, I’ll be with you in a minute. You might want to put in some more lube!” She looked in his eyes. “Look, we’ll talk when I get there, OK? We’re not going anywhere you don’t want to go…”

This, somehow, didn’t sound very reassuring. “Mom, only place we’ll be going to is the beach, OK? You’ve got to promise me you’re going to behave!”

She smiled angelically. “Have I ever been naughty?”

He remained in the bathroom for a while after he hung up, beating himself off furiously. Man oh man – he was Fucked.

His growing nervousness was not helped any when, a week later, she sent him a picture. She was standing in front of the bedroom full-size mirror, her tree-trunk legs spread apart, her left arm in a bicep pose, revealing a peaked 18″ beach-ball, the other hand holding her phone, leaving just a part of her gorgeous face exposed. In front of her was Mr. Colman, seemingly crying. His 5’6″ frame dwarfed by her massive body, feet dangling a few inches above the floor, he seemed to be floating in the air, the large bulge in his stomach the only clue to his true situation. Dear lord, Jake thought – she was holding him up by the strength of her monstrous cock alone! The accompanying text read: “need to buy a bathing suit – how about this? Nobody is going to see my cock in it!”

Yeah, he was pretty much screwed.

* * *

It was almost 8 when he heard the taxi pull up outside. She left the airport before 3 – the ride was a little over 4 hours, she should have been here an at 7! He went outside and saw her standing behind the car, taking her suitcase out of the trunk. The driver was standing on the other side of the car, looking very sullen.

He walked down the lane, feeling very unsure of himself – what to do, what to say? He took her in. Last time he saw her fully dressed, she was in sneakers, wearing baggy trousers and a tent-sized t-shirt. She was now dressed to the nines: a white jacket, sleeves rolled up to reveal hard-looking arms, over a red shirt, cut to give a view of her sizable pecs and a glimpse of tantalizing cleavage. She wore a tight black skirt, cut modestly, not too high above her knees, but exposing a good bit of her quads and giving a good idea of the thunder thighs hiding underneath. She was wearing black, high-heeled sandals that made her at least 6’2″, towering over the very miserable-looking driver. She was quite a sight – he could only imagine the reactions of people to her on the journey from Chicago…

She turned to him as he approached and smiled. “Hi, baby! Sorry about the delay, had some issues.” She leaned in before he could reply and gave him a brief hug and a peck on the cheek. “Now, be a çankırı escort dear and pay the nice man.” She picked up the heavy-looking suitcase and turned to go to the house. “Oh, and don’t bother with a tip – I gave him one before we got here.”

She smiled mischievously as his jaw dropped and brushed past him, walking with long strides, her large, round ass moving from side to side hypnotically. He looked after her for a moment, and sighed. Well, things were off to a good start… he turned to the driver, who was still standing there, not speaking.

“So – good ride?”

The driver looked up. He opened his mouth as if to speak, thought better of it, nodded. there seemed to be flecks of creamy white on his bushy black mustache. “Oh, mom, you didn’t…” Jake thought. But he knew that she did. Those next 3 days were going to be hell… “how much?” He asked out loud. The driver grunted. “25,000.” He said.

As the driver ran his credit card, Jake looked around. There were only a few houses with the lights on; most people living in his neighborhood were foreigners – mostly American – working on the new resort project, and many of them were away on their summer holiday. It meant less people on the small stretch of beach below the hill they were on, tomorrow – and less opportunities for his mom to perpetrate some further mischief…

The driver handed him his receipt. Jake felt he had to say something – though he wasn’t quite sure there was anything he could say. “Look, er… “he glanced at the receipt. “Look, Miguel, about my mom…?” The driver looked up at him with surprise. “This woman – she your mother?! Madra Mia…!” He looked at him earnestly. “She is mui loca, si? Crazy woman!” He tapped his forehead for emphasis. “MUI Luca!”

Jake couldn’t really argue that particular point. He was still thinking of an answer when the driver turned on the ignition and drove off, tires screeching.

* * *

He was almost fuming as he reached the front door. GodDAMN it, mom! It was one thing when she was plowing through Chicago and suburbs, fucking any and all futa-loving men – this was her life, she could do what she wanted with it. But here – everything she did could impact his life, his career! They needed to set down some ground rules, and fast! He opened the door, pushing it forward almost violently, his anger boiling – and stopped dead in his tracks.

His mother was standing in the middle of the hallway, facing him. Her jacket was on the small table, and she was pulling her tight skirt down, across the expanse of her rippling thighs.

He pushed the door back and put his hand on the wall for support. “Mom…” he said, weakly.

She just smiled, raising her legs, one after the other, taking the skirt off, putting it on the table. He looked at her crotch, half hidden underneath the loose shirt. Her large balls were packed in a Lacey red thong, her cock rising straight up, hidden behind the shirt. She caught his gaze and smiled briefly, saying nothing. She began to slowly unbutton the shirt, starting at the top, first revealing her massive, well defined pecs. He was always amazed by them – it was as if she had a reserve set of tits underneath her front ones… those, too, were now coming into view. They seemed to be bigger than he remembered them; she seemed less cut than she was last winter, a bit less definition overall – but she was bigger, larger. The boobs straining against the tiny red lace bra fuller, almost overflowing its constraint… Another button – and her thick abs, that eight-pack that never ceased to amaze him, that drove him to do countless sit-ups every day, getting him nowhere near their size and definition.

And there it was – a dark red, one-eyed imp peeking at him at the bottom. She took her time with the next button, and he was aware of her gaze, of the half-smile that played on her luscious red lips, of the breath he was holding in… she let the button slip free, and he saw the shaft – thick and veiny, just the way he remembered it, just the way he…

“Mom… please, don’t…”

She looked at him, an expression of mild amusement on her face, saying nothing. Her fingers slid to the last button, playing with it. He gulped, hard. He needed to do something – scream, run away, he needed to stop her…

The last button was open. She pulled the shirt off, lazily, letting him drink in the sight. There was a light-blue silk sash wrapped around her midsection, holding her girl-cock flush against her abs, a large knot in front – two bows and two ribbons, waiting for him…

She put the shirt on the table, and stretched lazily, her wide shoulders rolling back, her neck thick and graceful. Her majestic boobs strained against the bra, the tiny thong and bra showing off her incredible, almost superhuman figure. With her heels she was much taller than him, seeming to fill the small passageway. He gulped again, looking at her present for him. Her cock was at its resting size – 8 and a half inches (he had measured it enough times to remember the exact number) – very thick, a large vein running from its base up to the dark crown. He remembered all the times he had worshipped it, licking, sucking, coaxing it to grow, to fill his mouth and his throat in all of its meaty glory… saliva was rushing into his mouth, and he made a small, moaning sound as he gulped.

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