I Joined A Big Dick Club . . . And Fucked My Son

by Kay Johnson

I'm 45 years old and got a divorce after the kids were grown up. Even at 43, I was attractive enough to date a lot, and I made up for years of little or no sex, so for the last two years I've been quite a sexual dynamo, trying out all sorts of sexual kinks. I am now bi-sexual, having gotten involved with a woman right after my divorce. I've also been ass-fucked, been fucked by black men, played some bondage games and other stuff I never used to imagine.
Not long ago I found out about a club for women which arranged for the women to meet men with big cocks. The local chapter had eleven women in it and there were nine men in the registry. The smallest cock size available was a thick 9 inches and belonged to a slim guy named Jim. The longest was over 15 inches when hard and belonged to a black man named George. I discovered the joy of big dick soon after I was separated. The first guy I went to bed with had a cock 7 inches long and thick as a banana, bigger than my ex's 6-inch-long pee shooter. He fucked me deeper,  of course, and the thickness gave me a good feeling. I received pleasure from the fuck for the first time in years. That's how I became involved in swinging as I looked for longer, thicker cocks. Eventually a friend who shared my inter-est clued me in on club.
"Most women, as they get older or have kids, get more pleasure out of a thick dick," Sue said as we had coffee in a restaurant. "Most of us are fascinated by a big one. Look how many women admit glancing at a guy's crotch. But looking is all most women will do or even can do. Just like most men have average-length cocks, about 6 inches, most women can't take more than that. But there's a small percentage of women who can take longer pricks. I can take a 10« inch cock before it touches bottom."
"How do you find big ones?" I asked. That's when she told me about "3 C," which stands for the Colossal Cock Club. I was amazed that such a club existed, but Sue explained how the men were screened before they were admitted.

"Some of the women are way up one the social ladder or are
businesswomen or have husbands with important jobs and can't risk
scandal. The suburbs of Washington, D. C. have three chapters
with several hundred women members."  She spent another fifteen
minutes telling me about the club and I didn't need to be per-
suaded to join.

There are no business meetings, just an occasional informal
party where we can meet new men who are in the "stable," and it
was at one of those parties that I met Sean, a 30-year-old
fitness instructor with a nine inch cock. The men walked around
bare-chested and wearing briefs which had a hole out of which
their cocks hung on display. The women could look and touch, but
nothing else. Sean's cock felt good in my hand and I "touched"
him till he was totally rigid and anxious to demonstrate his
techniques. We made a date for the next evening.
     I looked over the other studs that were there, seven in all.
3 black men, four Caucasians. A loose-leave binder was on hand
that gave particulars about the studs available in the club,
listing only their first names, giving physical descriptions and
showing a photograph. I was turning pages and making mental
notes when I came to the entry for Robert.
     It was my son, Bobby!  22 years old, Bobby was single and he
lived in an apartment a few miles from me. We spoke or  saw each
other several times each week. I recognized the face but I never
knew Bobby was so well-endowed. According to the listing, he had
a 10«-inch erection. The color photograph of that wonder wand of
his was impressive. I knew he hadn't inherited that from his
     I didn't tell anyone that Robert was my son. Oh, I doubt
they would have removed either of us from the club, but I found
myself thinking about fucking my son. Other members of the club
might have disapproved of the idea of an incestuous affair. All
the next day I anticipated sampling Sean's nice beefstick while I
fantasized about my son.
     When Sean arrived we got down to business fast. I answered
the door naked and within a minute I was sucking his tasty cock.
I was torn between sucking him off or having him fuck me, but
Sean assured me that he was good for four or five orgasms, so I
went ahead and sucked him off right in the living room. I could
only take about half of his cock into my mouth, but he evidently
enjoyed it. I certainly liked the taste of his cum and wondered
what Bobby's would taste like.
     Sean and I went to the bedroom where he ate my cunt and got
me off, then he worked that cock of his inside me. Lord, but
that felt good!  His dick stretched me  and went deeper than any
cock ever had, touching places I never knew I had. Sean's dick
curved upwards, too, which stimulated my G-spot, and the way his
balls kept slapping at my asshole . . . well, I just had a super
orgasm before he filled me with his second big load.
     It took him longer to recover this time, so we did lots of
sucking and rimming until he was hard again. He has huge,
delicious balls and a sweaty asshole.
     "I want a triple play," I told him. "I want you to fuck my
asshole!"  He said he loved anal sex but there weren't many women
into buttfucking and even those who were couldn't take his fat
     "That's why I think older women are much better in bed than
younger women," he said."Older women know what they want and they
go for it. They don't play games and that bullshit."  We lubri-
cated the essential parts and I got on my hands and knees as Sean
pushed his knob against my pore.
     I wonder how Bobby's big dick would feel? I thought as my
sphincter opened and Sean's thick pipe slowly made its way into
my chute. I'd only gotten into anal sex just last year, but I'd
gotten hooked fast. I'd been ass-fucked by Sue and her 10"
strap-on prick, so I knew I could accommodate Sean's dick.
     He was an enthusiastic ass fucker, all right. He made me
cum twice before he gave me a creamy cum enema that felt good and
warm. I fell asleep with Sean's cock in my ass and when I awoke
he was gone. I spent the rest of the night dreaming about
fucking my son's beautiful cock and after breakfast, I had a
     It was a common practice to arrange to rendezvous with the
hung studs at a particular hotel in town. Going through chan-
nels, I arranged for Bobby . . . uh, Robert, come to the hotel
and get the key for Mrs. Shumate's room.
     When he opened the door, I was nude on the bed and wearing a
leather hood to hide my hair and face. I said nothing as he
walked to the bed and, as per instructions, used the nylon
stockings on the end of the bed to tie my legs and wrists and put
a pillow under my butt. He stripped then stroked his magnificent
erection to it's awesome rigid beauty.
     "You want this, don't you?" he asked, not knowing it was his
own mother lying naked, bound and waiting for him to slip that
cock into the cunt that dribbled juice. "Well, I'll fuck you,
Mrs. Shumate, or whoever you are. Here, lick me."  He put the
end of his cock at my mouth and I slapped the engorged knob with
my tongue. Preemie pudding dribbled from the slit, giving me a
taste of the sweet cream inside.
     "Fuck me," I begged, my voice low and raspy so he wouldn't
recognize me. "Please."
     "You want this big dick?" he asked, slapping my leather-
covered cheeks. "You want me to fuck you with this cock, Mrs.
Shumate?"  I nodded. My written instructions had told him that
"Mrs. Shumate" wanted to be tied and taken with no pain. Bobby
had been involved in the Dramatics program in college and I knew
he enjoyed improvisation. He was good at it, too.
     He got between my legs and I had a brief feeling he was
going to recognize me and not give me what I wanted. But he
smiled and lodged the plum cap of his cock at my sopping pussy
     "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, teasing and causing
my excitement to build. "I nodded frantically. "Are you posi-
     "Fuck me, goddamn it!" I yelled and thrust my hips, captur-
ing  the head of his shaft. He pressed forward and inch after
glorious inch of my son's shaft slid into my tunnel of love. I
wanted to have every inch of that cock inside me.
     "More, deeper, oh, fuck me deep,"  I pleaded, and Bobby
obliged by humping that cock further into my moist hole. I just
opened up to him, as any mother would, and soon his entire 10«
inches was far inside me, tickling the entrance of the very womb
that had carried him so many years past.
     Bobby's balls pressed against my ass and I let my cunt
muscles work on that prick, massaging and milking that love
muscle until it spewed its syrup into my cunt. I wanted to wrap
my arms around him and hug him but with my hands tied as they
were, I could only groan and meet his powerful, cunt churning
thrusts as best I could.
     Bobby brought me off to a wonderful orgasm and my cunt was
still spasming around his hammering cock when it swelled and spit
its hot seed deep into my body. There are just no words to
describe the feeling of a young man spurting his semen deep into
his own mother's vagina. It was wonderful and almost unreal. I
felt happy and proud.
     Bobby lay on top of me, sweating and gasping for air, his
cock barely shrinking after his first cum. I licked his ear and
whispered for him to untie me. He did so and I told him it was
his turn. I used the same stockings to tie his hands and feet
down then I started licking his body and giving him a tongue
bath. By the time I reached his loins, his cock was standing
tall and rigid. I bypassed his pole, though, and licked his
heavy balls, so full of cum juice that I dearly wanted to taste.
Then I began rimming his sensitive anal ring and Bobby jerked on
the bed. Pre-cum oozed from the head of his cock and I knew that
before I could open my mouth wide enough to suck that cock, I'd
have to remove the leather hood. Knowing he was restrained and
couldn't run away, I unsnapped the hood as I took his cock in my
     "Want me to suck this?" I asked, licking the smooth crown
and kissing the tip.
     "Ooh, yeah, suck that dick, baby, eat that meat!"  I started
unfastening the hood and talking to him, slowly letting my voice
return to normal.
     "Yes, I'm going to suck this big prick, baby," I said. "I
want your cum. I have to have every thick, sweet drop of your
man milk."  I grabbed the hood and pulled it off as I said, in my
normal voice, "Give you mother your cum, Bobby!"
     Yes, indeed, he was very shocked when he saw me. His face
looked like someone had just shoved a cattle prod up his ass and
his body jerked, pushing about two inches of cock past my lips
and into my hungry mouth.
     "Jeez!  Mama!  Christ!" he shouted as he squirmed under the
darting of my tongue on his sensitive cockmeat. But he never
told me to stop, and later he said he'd always fantasized about
doing it with me, so having me suck his cock was a dream come
true for him. I circled his asshole with my finger as I sucked,
knowing that stimulation would add to the pleasure he was feel-
     "Do you like the way I suck your big dick, Bobby?  Do  you?"
     "Oh, yeah, suck it!  I love it, Mom!  Christ, my own mother
sucking my cock!"
     A son's cock is certainly a delight to a loving mother,
especially when it's as big as Bobby's. A mouthful of meat, a
pussyful of prick, tasty and good. I pushed my finger into his
steamy rectum and felt a dollop of juice squirt from his cock. I
wiggled it deep and massaged his prostate gland.
     "Shit, Mom, I'm gonna shoot!  I'm gonna blast a whopper cum
load for you!"  I reluctantly took my mouth off his swollen
     "I want you to shoot it all over my face and in my mouth,
Bobby!  Give me every sweet drop of your spunk!"  I slapped my
tongue against the head as my fist jacked that cock. My finger
in his ass felt the prostate spasm and I felt his cock swell and
throb as his cum juice rocketed up the tube and fired out the end
of that fleshy cannon.
     I caught plenty of his sex sap on my tongue, but still lots
of it splashed my face as he shot gush after gush. I was amazed
that he could shoot so much so soon after his first explosive
cumming in my cunt.
     He tasted wonderful, just as I knew he would. Better tan
honey, Bobby's spunk was a nectar of the gods. I sloshed the
stuff in my mouth, rolling it around on my taste buds before I
swallowed it down. God, how decadent for a mother to suck and
swallow  her son's sperm-filled semen. But how complete and
sublime for a son to give his mother the sweetness of his passion
and the lustful offering of his youth.
     I suckled his cock as it wilted inside my mouth. We were
silent for a few minutes, except for our breathing, relishing the
newfound closeness of mother and son. His tangy cum coated my
tongue and throat and still simmered in my cunt. Bobby slowly
ran his fingers through my hair as he caught his breath.
     "Mom, does anyone else in the club know that . . . ?"
     "That I'm your mother?  I haven't told anyone. Do you think
they'd kick us out?"
     "I doubt it. I've been there for over a year and it's a
kinky bunch. There's a woman and her aunt who are members, so I
guess a mother and son is an inevitable combination."  Bobby's
cock was already firming up and I asked him if he
ever fucked anyone's ass with that prick of his.
     "A few," he said. Then a grin crossed that handsome face of
his and his cock seemed to twitch. "Do you, ah . . . ?"
     "Ooh, yes-s-s," I answered. "I want this cock in my ass!"
I had brought along a tube of K-Y and proceeded to grease my
son's cock. What stamina and recovery power he had!  I was
swelling with maternal pride as his cock swelled to yet another
steely erection, his third inside and hour. What a man my son
had become!  What mother wouldn't be happy?
     Bobby took his time impaling my ass on that thick long
spike. I was kneeling on the bed as he slowly worked that prod
up my chute. I had to fight to keep back my groans because it
did hurt, but I didn't want him to stop. His cock was thicker
than anything I'd ever had up there, including Sean. But even
though there was a little pain, it still felt good to be packed
by prick.
     And it wasn't long before the pain had vanished, Bobby's big
balls pressed against my cunt lips and my son's cock was com-
pletely buried deep inside my ass.  His hands left my hips and
reached under me to grab my tits. His hot breath tickled my ear
as he leaned over me.
     "Fucking your ass, Mom!  How do you like my cock in your
     "Oh, Bobby, don't move," I told him. "It feels so good
having you deep inside me. So fucking good!"  My nipples were
like rigid bullets he rolled between his fingers. I felt my cunt
juices flowing down the inside of my thighs like rivers of
boiling lava.
     The Bobby began withdrawing his cock, slowly and maddening-
ly. The walls of my colon returned to their normal state as that
long, thick pooper probe pulled out. The sensation was one of
loss. But very soon he slowly returned, refilling the emptiness
and putting a smile on my face. He picked up speed with each
cycle, building a smooth in and out rhythm,  fucking me with
skill and experience. He even reached down to tease my stiff
clit to add to the incredible pleasure of having his meat plung-
ing in my ass.
     "Ah, fucking you, Mom. Fucking your tight ass. So goddamn
tight. Feels good fucking you."
     "Bobby, baby, yes, fuck my ass with your big dick. Fuck
your mother. Ooh, make me cum again, baby. Squirt your cum
juice into my ass!"
     Bobby was banging my butt jack rabbit quick. I was riding
the rising crest of a long orgasm and all the signs told me that
Bobby would soon pop . . . his breath rasped against my neck, his
cock was vibrating in my ass and sweat dripped from his body to
pool on the small of my back.
     Then he was there. His prick swelled even larger as he
jerked against my buns and launched his scalding semen deep into
my bowel. That's when I peaked and my sphincter closed like a
vise on my son's dick, milking every last drop of cum from his
overworked balls. It felt so indescribably wonderful to have my
son's hot jizz showering my bowels while his spunk still simmered
in my cunt and more burned in my stomach.
     Well, it didn't take long for the word to get out among our
swinging friends of our incestuous loving, and instead of kicking
us out, we were turned on to a whole group of swingers into
family sex. And when I have time, I'll write about it, but right
now there's a big cock I have to fuck.

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