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My son begins working out and playing sports, and his sweaty clothes cling to him like a second skin, allowing me to see that he is extremely well-hung. I end up stroking his cock one morning when I go to his room to wake him up, and that becomes a daily routine. Before long, we're fucking daily before his father comes home from work.

I guess I began noticing that my son, Jason, was growing up when he joined the high school football team and started working out on weights in the basement. He’d come upstairs afterwards all sweaty, with his wet clothes clinging to his broadening shoulders and flat torso, and his shorts stuck to his tight ass and muscular legs. With his damp shorts hugging every crevice and curve, It was pretty obvious that he was extremely well-hung….even bigger than his father, who was also pretty big in that department. His cock was always hanging down one leg of his wet, baggy shorts….the outline of his shaft clear beneath the sweaty fabric….and it appeared to be about 8” long flaccid….and thick. I tried not to stare, but it was an impressive sight, and I found that I got moist between my legs whenever I caught sight of him in his workout clothes.

In our house, my husband usually got up earlier than Jason or me, although he often woke me up with his morning wood sliding in and out of my pussy….eventually blasting a load of cum inside me before jumping in the shower to get ready for work. Then I’d get up, throw a robe over my naked body, and fix him breakfast before he left. Sometimes he’d open my robe at the front door and squeeze my big tits and finger my pussy for a quick minute or two before heading out to his car and driving into the office. On occasion he’d get worked up while doing this, and I’d end up on my knees, sucking his stiff cock until he exploded in my mouth right there by the front door. Then I’d slide his dick back inside his slacks and zip him up so he could go jump in his car and head to work.

Next, I’d go upstairs to wake up Jason for school. I usually sat on the side of his bed and shook his shoulder or rubbed his chest, murmuring ‘wake up, honey’ and ‘it’s time to get up, sweetie’. Eventually he’d open his eyes and stretch, kick his covers off, then lumber into the bathroom for a shower, while I returned to the kitchen to make his breakfast.

One day….after my husband had shoved his morning erection into my pussy, emptied his nutsack inside me, eaten breakfast, copped a feel at the front door, and left for work…. I was sitting on the side of Jason’s bed rubbing his chest and shaking his shoulder to wake him up. I found myself softly massaging the muscles of his chest, then tracing my hands down the lined muscles of his torso. I could see that Jason was still asleep, but I surprised myself by gently pushing the blankets down from his waist to just below his knees, allowing me to get a good look at his morning wood. He was naked except for boxer shorts, and the hem of his shorts had pulled up, so that I could see the tip of his cock and about 3 inches of his shaft sticking out below one side of his boxers.

I was a bit mesmerized, as it was the closest I’d come to seeing his dick since he was much younger, and it was truly impressive. The shaft as long and thick….it appeared to be semi-erect, and maybe 9” long. I couldn’t help myself…. I unconsciously reached over and ran my fingertips along the length of the shaft. It jerked slightly and grew another inch in response to my touch, but Jason remained sleeping. After running my fingers along the rigid pole and gently tickling the tip with my fingernails, I slowly wrapped my hand around the exposed portion of his cock and began gently stroking. It was warm in my hand….almost hot….as it grew to its full 10” in my palm.

Jason mumbled something and spread his legs a little further apart, but I looked up to check and could see that he was still sleeping. After a brief battle of conscience, I decided I was going to do this, and I shifted my hand so that I was holding Jason’s engorged prick straight up in the air, and I began slowly jerking his entire shaft, running my hand up over the tip on the up stroke, and all the way down to the base of his cock on the down stroke. It looked and felt amazing. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I stared at my hand sliding up and down on Jason’s enormous pole. I slipped my other hand between my legs and began rubbing my stiffening clit with two of my fingers.

Right about then Jason woke up, stretched a little, and with bleary eyes looked at me and said, “Mom…what are you doing?”

I smiled at him and said, “Just helping you wake up, honey. How’s it feel?”

“Oh my God, mom….it feels fantastic,”

Then he stretched again, spread his legs even wider, and clasped his hands behind his head, as I picked up the pace and began jerking his hard-on in earnest. I watched as he closed his eyes and murmured his pleasure, with a wide grin plastered on his face. After just laying back and enjoying the sensations of my warm hand pumping his stiff rod for a few minutes, he took one hand from behind his head and slipped it inside my robe.

He grabbed and squeezed both of my boobs, then found and pinched my erect nipples, saying, “I’ve always wanted to see these up close….you have the most amazing tits.”

I was still rubbing my clitoris, and…..between Jason pinching my nipples, my hand stroking his stiff erection, and my fingers grinding away between my legs….I launched into a delicious orgasm that washed over me like a warm ocean wave. I closed my eyes and moaned, enjoying the tingly sensations shooting between my nipples and clit.

I quickened my hand on Jason’s prick, paying a little more attention to the bulbous tip of his cock, and after only a few minutes he let out a loud groan and erupted….sending several ropes of cum two feet into the air. He rocked his hips into my pumping fist and continued spurting jizzm all over my hand, and onto his stomach, as he emptied his nutsack and moaned his appreciation.

I continued slowly stroking Jason’s softening shaft after he finished cumming and smiled over at him as he grinned at me and kept gently pulling on my nipples.

“That was amazing, mom. I think you should wake me up like that every morning!”

I laughed and pushed his hands away from my tits, saying, “OK, that’s enough……you need to get showered and ready for school. I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast.”

Jason came into the kitchen, dressed and ready for school….and still smiling.

“I don’t know where that came from, mom, but I liked it.”

I smiled up at him, gently squeezed his crotch with my hand, and said, “I liked it, too. Maybe we can do it again tomorrow morning.”

After breakfast, I walked him to the door and….after he reached inside my robe for a final squeeze of each tit….he headed off to school.

Jason had football practice after school that day, and when he came home he went into the laundry room and stripped off his sweaty clothes. He threw them in the washer, then found me in the kitchen preparing dinner. He walked in, completely naked, with his cock and nutsack dangling between his legs and a huge grin on his face.

When I saw him walking toward me, I couldn’t take my eyes off his semi-erect shaft, sticking out from his torso, but hanging down at the end and bobbing up and down as he walked….it seemed to be getting stiffer…and bigger…as he made his way over to where I stood by the sink.

Still eyeing his dangling prick, I laughed and said, “What the hell is this?”

He walked up to where I was cutting up vegetables for a salad, reached around from behind and grabbed a boob in each hand, rubbing his growing hard-on against my leg.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about the fantastic handjob you gave me this morning, and I’ve been looking forward to getting my hands on your tits again all day,” he said, as he began massaging my breasts and pushing his hips against my ass.

Still chuckling, I said, “Well, that was this morning, Jason….right now I’m making dinner for you and your father.”

Jason said, “Who are you kidding, mom. Dad won’t be home until almost 9 pm tonight, just like every other night. It’s just you and me for dinner….again.”

I nodded….”Ok, fair point.” I reached behind me and wrapped my hand around his almost fully erect cock and said, ”So….what did you have in mind?”

He turned me around so I was facing him, reached between my legs with one hand up under my sun dress and began rubbing my pussy through my panties, while continuing to massage one of my boobs with his other hand.…”How about if we take a shower together so I can clean the football field off my body?”

I have to admit, my body was responding to everything he was doing..… my nipples were already hard and my panties were soaked.

I smiled up at him and said, “OK….let’s do that.” I grabbed his now fully erect cock in one hand, and led him out of the kitchen, gently stroking it as we made our way up the stairs to the master bathroom. I started the water running, shoved him inside, then pulled my sun dress over my head and slipped off my panties. I didn’t have a bra on, so my 34E boobs sprung free and swayed back and forth as I joined him in the shower.

Jason immediately focused on my jiggling tits, squeezing and pulling on them, using soap to lather them up, then gently pinching my already stiff nipples. Then he slid one hand between my legs and began rubbing my engorged clitoris.

I returned the favor, using soap to lather his balls and jerk his erect penis. I leaned up to give him a wet, tongue-filled kiss as we rubbed and stroked each other under the spray of the shower.

My vagina was dripping wet by now, and Jason’s fingers on my clit felt amazing. Still locked in a hard, passionate kiss, he gently nudged my back up against the shower wall and pushed my legs apart with his knees. Jason squatted a little and rocked forward, then straightened his legs, so that his stiff cock slid easily into my exposed pussy. My God, it felt amazing. His thick shaft was hitting all the right spots inside my cunt, and he started pumping his hips up and down, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. I had an orgasm almost immediately, then ground my clit against the base of his cock as he kept driving his prick deeper and deeper inside me. After only a couple of minutes, I had another climax. I wrapped my arms around Jason’s neck, and held on – moaning into his chest – as he kept pummeling me with his rigid pole over and over.

After another few minutes, Jason grabbed my ass with both hands and slammed his cock as deep as it would go inside me, then unloaded several streams of warm, gooey cum all over the walls of my cunt. He kept pumping away, spewing more jizzm and groaning in my ear as he emptied his balls inside me….his spunk spilling out from around his shaft and dripping onto the shower floor between our legs.

When he was finally done cumming, we shared another soft kiss, then cleaned each other off and stepped out of the shower. He used a towel to dry me off, spending extra time on each breast and murmuring about how much he loved to see them bounce and jiggle. I dried him off next, squeezing his ass cheeks with my left hand, while I ran the towel over his still semi-hard shaft with the other. I was amazed at the fact that he was still fairly hard....I thought to myself, “Holy shit, to be a teenager again.”

And so, a daily routine unfolded. After my husband left for work in the morning, I’d go up to Jason’s room and wake him up with a handjob or blowjob, while he played with my swaying boobs. Since my husband usually came home late every night, Jason would typically fuck me before dinner….sometimes in the shower, sometimes in the kitchen. Either way, I got to feel his big prick deep inside me before my husband got home from work just about every day.

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