MOM’S GIANT COCK: (Homoerotic)

 

MOM’S GIANT COCK: (Homoerotic)

This is going to sound a little strange at first, but when I was growing up, my Mom was kind of a 

gay icon for our community. Now, some of you might be thinking, “that’s not odd, she just came 

out as a lesbian later in life”, but... nope. The truth was, my Mom was as free a spirit as free 

spirits get. Now, that kind of thing can get shut down hard and fast in a cruel world, but my Mom 

has some key advantages going for her. 

She was tall and strong. Like, lots of ladies can boast long legs, but few could boast multiple 

black belts and the ability to out-lift, out-run, and out-fight the average male. My mom COULD. 

So, big strong lesbian then, right? Nope. That might make sense, and if there was one thing my 

Mom defied… it was everything. Because on top of being an absolute beast in the strength 

department, she was also busty and curvy. She had long hair, full lips, huge tits, an affection for 

dressing and looking very feminine. Did I mention she was cute enough to kill. Because yeah. 

Mom had one of those too cute looks, where you could be staring at her big tits and thinking, 

damn, so sexy. Then she’d give you this adorable little thank you’d be cooing about how 

adorable she was. 

So, here is a woman who can kick your ass, while looking like a princess, and, oh yeah, she 

fucking LOVED sex. All sex. Handjobs, blowjobs, titjobs, penetration in every hole and position, 

and watching her lover's eyes roll back into their heads when she made them cum in a public 

place with just a few well timed rubs. So not only was she a powerhouse, but she had “friends” 

who loved her just about everywhere she went. Because yeah, built like a goddess, hits like a 

truck, fucks like a whore, and, when you toss in her smart, funny, flirty personality; you were 

basically dealing with a goddess and her worshipers any time you foolishly stepped up. 

Now, I know. Some of you are probably thinking that if she gives titfucks, is my Mom, and isn’t a 

lesbian, then “gay” can’t possibly apply. But that is because you do know that she had a 

procedure done when I was about 12 that gave her the biggest dick in town. 

Yeah.

Mind you, she didn’t fully transition, and she still loved and did all the other things. She just 

happened to be able to both give and get blowjobs now. She could fuck someone from behind, 

WHILE being fucked from behind. I would say it was strange, but, I grew up with it, so from my 

perspective it was “normal”. Plus, while, obviously a few people objected to my Mom and her 

lifestyle; they were the same people who’d already lost a hundred arguments to her about her 

lifestyle choices up to that point. She had her allies, her lovers, her friends, and her community, 

and when she added in the ability to fuck the other half of the town, her circle only grew. 

So, yeah. Growing up with what might of been my own confused feelings on who to have sex 

with and who I was “supposed” to be attracted to was greatly simplified by my Mom’s iconic 

example of doing any damn consensual thing she felt like, whenever she felt like it. 

Which, may have been a SLIGHT issue for me. Ever heard of an Oedipus complex? Well, try to 

imagine being born male, while also being a bisexual who, at the very least wanted breasts like 

a female, and having a gorgeous, long haired, long legged Mother, who’d slept with half the 

town; and whose insanely large cock was somehow more famous than her insanely large tits! 

Yeah… I had it bad. What made it worse was I did what most teenagers do, and I gawked at her 

every chance I got while being thick enough to think that I was being subtle about it. 

Yeah… those delusions went out the door the day I turned 18, and Mom patted the bed beside 

her to invite me into her room for a talk. A talk that started with, “I think we should probably talk 

about how you’ve been staring down my shirt since puberty hit, and your computer is so full of 

incest porn that your Father and I decided to get you the best anti-virus software that money 

could buy.” I turned a deep shade of red, and started to think of a defense, but Mom just smiled 

at with me with a look of understanding, and, before I could think of how to start, she cut me off 

with a gentle, “Don’t you dare try to defend yourself. Not in this household. You don’t ever need 

to defend or justify how you feel or who you feel it about it, so long as any actions you take are 

consensual. Got it?” 

She was being pretty awesome for someone who just admitted that she’d caught her Son 

(my identity was a very fluid thing. Sometimes I felt like a guy, and sometimes I felt like a girl.)

jerking off to her, but even though it never occurred to me that I wouldn’t be murdered on site if 

my parents ever found out… now that I knew, I kind of realized how much sense it made. 

I mean, it was MOM. The woman who’d taken the anal virginity of the town judge AND his wife. 

A that fact had come out publicly when a local busybody tried to get Mom in trouble over a lewd 

anal-sex reference on a too-tight t-shirt that she’d (of course) decided to wear to a 

parent-teacher conference. 

As we talked, she told me that she was okay with whatever lifestyle I chose, and that her and 

Dad had stumbled on my various porn stashes by accident over the course of years, but that 

they’d very obviously noticed a theme. She wanted me to know that any fantasies I had were 

my own, and that she was honestly flattered by my choices, and would never be angry at me for 

something like that. 

Right in that moment, I cracked a joke saying something like, “Cool, so, could I have some porn 

pics that were actually of you?” I laughed, and, I SWEAR, I really was kidding! But Mom leaned 

back on the bed with both hands, and with a sly, sexy grin she asked, “Ones you take yourself, 

or would something from your Daddy’s collection work?” 

I… legitimately lost the ability to speak for several seconds. My blood was pounding loud 

enough that it was hard to hear almost anything else for a few seconds, and I think my body 

temperature climbed high enough that if I’d had an ice cube on my forehead, I would have heard 

a sudden sizzling noise and seen steam. 

She wasn’t making fun of me, but Mom still laughed at my reaction. She quickly added, “Oh my 

god sweetie, don’t have a heart attack or anything! I was just flirting a little!” But as she said it, 

she sat back up, and put a hand on my shoulders. And just, wow! I was SO aware of every lit bit 

of skin that of hers that was touching me. It was a harmless touch, but it was already making me 

hard! I quickly asked her if I could have a minute. She worried, and fretted for a few seconds, 

but after I assured her that I was okay and just needed to breathe… by myself. She gave me the 

space I needed to flee back to my bedroom and hyperventilate in peace. 

I often regretted my reaction, but, I had to cut myself at least enough slack to admit that there 

was no version of that conversation that didn’t end with me overwhelmed and needing a minute. 

Still, a couple of days went by, and besides the fact that I now knew that my parents both knew 

I’d been jerking off to Mom… nothing else had really changed. Then, the weekend rolled 

around, and I got back from work to find a photo album sitting on my bed. There was a note on 

top of it that said, “Some of your Dad’s favorites that he has taken over the years. You are old 

enough to see these now, and if you want copies of any of them, you just let me know. Love, 

Mom.” 

The book was a simple, classic family photo album. But the title of the book had been filled in as 

simply, “My Hot Wife”. I opened the book, and on the very first page, was a photo of my Mother, 

topless, with cum all over her face and tits, and a guy standing on either side of her as she 

aimed their cocks at her and winked at the camera. 

When I saw that I got so hard, so fast, I almost gave myself an injury! The book only got dirtier 

from there. Some of them were even of Dad fucking Mom or… of Mom fucking Dad. In both 

cases I REALLY wanted to know who had taken the photo, but honestly there were so many 

people in that book it could have been almost anyone! There were photo’s of them at work, at 

the park, at beaches, in dressing rooms, in costumes. Just… everywhere! And the people, 

FUCK! I mean, I was 18, I fantasized about almost every good looking person in town, and now 

all of a sudden I had sexual photos of all of them, because they’d all had sex with My Mom, my 

Dad, or both at some point! And according to Mom, these were just some of Dad’s favorites! As 

in, the first of many albums!!!

I masturbated to every page in that book about 5 times a day for a solid two weeks before Mom 

confronted me in the living room one day, made me pause the video game I was playing and 

very teasingly reminded me that I was supposed to, “return that book with the pictures of all 

those nice men and women fucking your Mommy.” I gulped, promised her that I would pick my 

favorite photos very soon, and, mercifully, she left it at that. 

A few days later, I had a conversation that, this time, I’d been a little bit better prepared for.  This 

time, Mom didn’t catch me off guard (thank god!). So, when I told her what photos I wanted, and 

she informed me that I could have them, but that she wanted to know why; Why those photos, I 

actually had an answer and the courage to tell it to her. 

We went through the 10 that I had picked, and in each case, though it definitely took a little effort 

to meet her eyes and look past my blush, I told her what I liked about them. I admitted that I 

really liked how slutty she looked with cum on her, or other signs of multiple partners, and in 

follow up I admitted that I REALLY liked thinking of her being slutty. I had picked photos where 

she was “giving” as well as “getting”, and so I ended up admitting my bisexuality and that, 

though it was harder to stare at on a daily basis, I admitted that I found her cock every bit as 

mouth watering to look at as her tits. 

Lastly, we got to a photo that was taken when Mom was at work. She worked the counter in a 

local game shop that sold everything from D&D manuals, to video game consoles, to mini’s, to 

computer graphics cards. That I knew. When I never realized however was that the counter 

came up high enough that two people could be having sex behind it, and no one would know....

In the photo we were looking at, the time stamp said they were open. Mom’s posture said she 

was talking to a customer, and her clothes showed she was in uniform and therefore on the 

clock (Mom was pretty fashion forward, and always changed out of her work clothes as soon as 

her shift ended). That said, the photo was taken from the floor of the employee side of the 

counter, and so I could see that my English teacher was hidden from the customer’s view. She 

was kneeling in front of my Mother, and happily choking on a dick so big that it managed to be 

longer than Mom’s forearm. When I showed it to her, Mom commented that she really liked that 

one too, and got a pleased, faraway look in her eyes, like she was back in the actual memory of 

the event. 

Then she turned to me, and I thought she was going to ask me what I liked about it, but she 

surprised me. I guess it was pretty clear what I liked by then. So instead she asked, “When you 

fantasize about this, will you be pretending that you are giving, or getting the blowjob?” I, was a 

little embarrassed all over again. Of course, I hadn’t thought about it at the time. But even 

though the photos all had hotties of both sexes in them, my Mom had been my focus in every 

answer. She was, obviously, a HUGE fantasy of mine. So, here was someone sucking Mom’s 

dick… 

I shrugged, but in the end, I answered honestly. Mom approved, that one photo turned into a 

whole conversation about our kinks. Did I like it in public? Did I like the stealth-sex aspect? 

Would I want to be wearing an outfit like hers if I could? We talked for well over two hours, and 

honestly, it was kind of awesome. 

That, was just the beginning. Over the next  year, Mom and I only got closer, and, somehow… it 

got less weird that I could talk to her about sex for an hour, and also go masturbate while 

thinking about her. 

When I told Mom that I wanted to transition, and that, to put it bluntly, I wanted big tits of my 

own; she was 1000% supportive. My Dad… well, the look on his face had me thinking that he 

approved too, but for very different reasons…

In the end, I ended up with the body of the woman that I wanted to be, with one small caveat. I 

don’t know if it was hesitancy, or if I was just inspired by how feminine Mom got to be while 

having a dick, but, I’d kept mine. And I honestly wasn’t sure if I was going to get to a point where 

I didn’t want that for me. 

When I had that talk with Mom, she just smiled, sipped her cocoa, and jokingly commented on 

how she might be able to wrap her head around that. Then she tilted her head a little to the side, 

like she was trying to peek up my skirt, and in a smooth tone she added, “Or my lips, for that 

matter”. 

!!!

What?!?

I was glad she was the one who still had drink in her cup, because I would have either spilled 

mine or spat it out in that moment. What?!? Really!?! Like no, seriously; REALLY?!? I fucking 

HAD to know. Was she serious? Could she be? Had that ever been an option? I had so many 

questions!

Mom smiled, knowingly, from her seat across from me. Then, before I could ask any of my 

billion questions, she reached behind her chair, and grabbed a box with a bow on it. She then 

handed me, what was obviously a present for me, and in that tone Mom’s have.. The one 

where, it’s not an order or anything, but you obey it like it’s one, because Mom; she told me, 

“Open it”. And just like that, my questions would all have to wait. 

Inside the box was some sinfully red lipstick, a sexy little half-shirt, a pair of stockings, a tiny 

skirt, and a pair of knee high boots. Mom tilted her head at me, still smiling as I admired the 

incredibly slutty clothes. Then she said, “I know we’ve talked about how you fantasize… often, 

about me being a whore. And I thought that, just maybe, you might like playing that role as well.” 

For once, I didn’t blush. She was right, but I was weirdly flattered that she’d gotten me an outfit, 

and put so much thought into my fantasies. 

Then Mom took out her phone, and in a tone that said she was changing the subject she stated, 

“Now… I’m going to be honest sweetie. All of this talk has gotten your Mom pretty horny.” Then 

she looked from me, to the clothes I was holding, and remarked. “What do you think. Do you 

think if I called an escort service, at this time of night, that they might send some naughty little 

whore over, right now, to suck your Mother’s cock?” 

Yeah, okay, there was that rush of heat, and the blush I’d been missing before. I was frozen, my 

chest, now legitimately heavy, felt heavy for reasons that had nothing to do with my own sizable 

breasts. For her part, Mom just waited, her finger over the phone like she was going to hit a 

button. “Too late at night you think?” she asked, and there was no judgment in it. She just 

waited, patiently, for me to collect my thoughts, and make a HUGE decision, about a fantasy I’d 

been harboring for far longer than I wanted to admit to. 

Eventually, after several long minutes of stammering, and struggling to find words. I managed to 

nod, and reply, “No, I think you should totally call. Call them! And, have someone, like that, 

come and take care of you. Your dick I mean…” 

I was so suave. 

But Mom just grinned, like she was so happy that I’d agreed to play her favorite board game or 

something, and asked me how long I thought it would take them to get there. Then, pointedly, 

she again looked at the box containing the outfit she’d given me. 

About 30 minutes later, “Mom’s escort” arrived. And, She... I,  looked hot as fuck if I do so say 

myself. Mom played it off like a real role-play. Like she’d paid for my services and was telling me 

what she wanted and how she wanted it. Which was to say, as slutty as I could manage. Then, 

just as we started, and she leaned back on the couch with her cock out and her pants around 

her ankles, she said, “one more thing… I have a bit of incest fetish, so, if you wouldn’t Mind, I’d 

like to hear you call me Mommy when your not choking on the monster I’m above to shove 

down your throat. 

Oh my god!

For the next 20 minutes, Mom treated me like the whore I wanted to be, and I did everything I 

could to impress her with my blowjob skills. I wanted it to be all about her, but when she started 

complementing “Mommy’s naughty little whore”, I couldn’t help myself; and I ended up touching 

myself even as I was desperately trying to give Mom the night of her life. 

When Mom got close, she made me stop. Then she got up and walked around to the other side 

of the couch. There she snapped her fingers, and ordered me to my knees on the floor. When 

she began to slide that giant dick back down my throat, but this time from above, I suddenly 

realized that we were reenacting the photo I’d told her I found so hot, and fuck, I almost came 

on the spot even though I wasn’t the one getting oral! 

It wasn’t long after that that Mom grabbed my head, fucked my face hard, and came down my 

throat. She was moaning and screaming, and it was a massively, incredibly, impressively femine 

series of sounds! She sounded like an orgasming angel, even as she drained her balls inside of 

me. 

When she was done, I’d enjoyed myself so much, I felt punch drunk with the effects of the 

orgasm that I only technically hadn’t had. But fuck I felt great. I was on cloud 9. I’d just had a 

dozen of my fantasies all come true at once, and I was in a blissful stupor over it. 

But Mom wasn’t done with me. 

After she’d let me catch my breath, she leaned down and, in a move that made me feel that rush 

of heat all over again, she ran a gentle lick up my chin, and over my lips. She smiled then, and 

gave me a little wink and she swallowed a bit of her own cum. Then, after making me shudder 

with sexual pleasure from just a touch of her tongue, she leaned up to my ear and whispered, 

“Your turn.” 

Somehow, Mom made the blowjob that she gave me last more than 1 second. In fact, after 

guiding me back around to the coach and laying me out in front of her like a buffet, she began to 

very gently lick, touch, and stroke me all over my body. I so SO hyper sensitive that every little 

brush of skin made me feel like I was going to burst! But Mom just kept going. Slow and gentle. 

With lots of stops, and lots of gentle comments on how much she loved my body, and how much 

she loved me, and how much she loved our new relationship. After about 20 minutes of blissful 

little snippets of pleasure, Mom cupped my balls and forced my back to arch as I moaned. Then 

she said, “Do me a favor sweetie, and say, ‘Mom, I’m ready’.” I did as she asked not even 

understanding what she meant by it, but the moment the last word left my lips, Mom bent over 

and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock with a throaty moan that sent vibrations down 

my cock and into my brain. 

She didn’t stop again, or pull back so I could breathe, but she still knew EXACTLY what she was 

doing. Mom began to give me a slow and loving blowjob. She kept a steady pace, and bobbed 

her head in my lap without really speeding up or letting up. After about 5 minutes of that, she 

brushed some of her hair back and shot me another wink, and, fuck. I was sure that was it for 

me. But Mom sensed it before I did and stopped. She began to kiss and bite up and down my 

thighs as she gave me a moment. Then, after god knows how much time had passed, she just 

went straight back to it without warning, and once again, I thought for sure I was going to bust. 

But Mother knew best. She gave me a long, slow, incredible blowjob with steady pacing and 

noises that, if I’d had on tape, I could have masturbated to for 100 years! 

Somehow, through magic and a terrifying amount of experience, she managed to go down on 

me as I was fully hard and ready to bust for almost 30 straight minutes before she decided that it 

was time for me to cum. When she was ready, I had no warning. One minute is slow and tender 

lips gliding up and down my shaft. Then she suddenly stopped, got on the couch, and said, 

“Enough staring sweetie. You’ve done nothing but stare for years now. It’s time for you to finally 

fuck your Mother’s big titties and blow a big load of hot cum all over Mommy!” Then she 

wrapped my cock in her massive, heavenly breasts, and stroked me hard and fast while she 

dialed up the filthy dialogue from 0 to 11. 

I came on her more than anyone has cum on any other person or thing in the history of the 

fucking world. Or at least it sure as hell felt and looked like that was the case! I spent a longgg 

time just shuddering in pleasure. I would moan, and buck, and writhe, and squirm on the couch, 

as Mom sat beside me and gently touched on me and told me how wonderful I’d done. Mind 

you, she was slathered in a full bucket of cum as she did these soothing things, so I just kept 

feeling those shocks of sexual bliss. But still, it was kind of great. 

After what felt like days and was probably minutes, Mom felt like I’d come out of it enough to 

remind me that we were both cum covered and should probably jump in the shower. So, once I 

realized she meant together, I was suddenly awake enough to be all about that plan! She let me 

soap her up and scrub her clean. Which got me hard again, and she “cleaned me off” until I 

came on her a second time. Then she wrapped her lips around me and drained any excess cum 

I might have still had in me. 

God she was incredible!

Nothing much happened the rest of the night, and honestly a few days ended up passing before 

anything noteworthy happened again. Then, one morning I was drinking a cup of coffee and 

looking over an essay that a friend had asked me to proofread for them, when Mom walked into 

my room and, in the most conspiratorial tone you’ve ever heard, she said,  “I have another 

idea…” Something about the grin she was giving me made me drop everything and ask what 

this idea was. In reply, she handed me the “whore” shirt, skirt, and heeled boots that she’d given 

me before. Then she led me through the house to the kitchen and said, “Now, as always, this is 

100% up to you. No pressure. But I was thinking about hiring that little slut from the escort 

service again.” That had me grinning from ear to ear, but Mom was quick to clarify. “Not for 

myself mind you… but,” then we rounded the corner to the kitchen and Dad was leaning on the 

counter, dressed for work, and looking over some reports. He was hyper-masculine. Tall, strong, 

hairy and handsome with a deep voice. But he still always seemed “smaller” than Mom 

somehow. Then Mom finished her sentence, “but… as a surprise, for my Husband.” I looked at 

her shocked, and she waved a hand at me, assuring me quietly, “He doesn’t know yet. Not what 

I did, and certainly not about the wicked little idea I just had. Still…” Mom said with a smile, 

taking out her phone. “...If I were to call that service again, right now, what do you think they 

would say?” 

Just like before, Mom had a sinful grin, and was holding her phone out with her finger over the 

call button as if she was actually going to call someone. But she was just waiting, patiently, for 

me to answer. 

And, while, it hadn’t been at the top of my fantasy list, I had to admit, that I was very, Very, 

VERY much enjoying myself 10 minutes later. As my hair was pulled hard from behind, and 

Mom was furiously masturbating on the kitchen stool across from me. In between her cries, 

she urged me to, “Say it again!” with a lusty moan. And since I was enjoying saying it myself, 

and I was very much enjoying what happened to me every time I had said it so far, I once again 

cried out, “Fuck me Harder Daddy!”. And with a deep, masculine grunt, he happily complied.

I had no idea how our lives would continue to evolve and advance after that morning where we 

fucked each other into oblivion for hours on end. I didn’t know who would find out. Or how the 

town would react. Or if we would be able to “play” outside of our own house. But I DID know 

how my friends took the news. And if there was one thing that my Mom liked more than getting 

to have sex with her own hot little 18-year-old lover while they called her Mommy; it was getting 

to take part in a gangbang with 8 of them! 

They liked role-playing with a bought and paid for whore as well. They liked it even more that 

there were two of them! 

All in all, I have to say that following in my Mother’s footsteps has been amazing. Though, even 

though Dad is definitely both a fantasy and a lover of mine now, Mom is still number 1 in my 

book. Because while Dad is great for a rough, strong fuck from a proper brute… Mom is the only 

one who will whisper wicked little things in my ear while she’s doing the exact same thing. And 

she’s the only one who reaches around the front of me to add a handjob to the mix as I get 

close. And she’s the only who knows a man’s body, and a woman’s body well enough to make 

you think she might actually some kind of sex demon in disguise!

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