Chapter 3

Kyle watched as his best friend Josh drove off. He really liked Josh and his mother, as his own mother Heather, did. Kyle’s mother stood next to her big son, or ‘big man’ as she loved to call him – and he loved it too. He loved the way he was so much bigger then his mother; he felt like her protector and he always believed that while he was around, no one could hurt her. His mother Heather, for her part loved how it felt to have such a big, strong son who was totally devoted to her. Heather knew that Kyle’s love for her was unquestionable. As usual she had her arm linked in his and wondered at his expression as he watched his friend drive away. She wondered if he was sad because Josh was more like a brother to him, even if they were an odd pairing and they were going their separate ways home. But no ... something told Heather it was more than that this time, there was something else going on in her son’s mind, and she wondered what. However, Heather had learnt from when Kyle was a small child, that she only had to wait and Kyle would tell her everything; so long ago she thought and tightened her arm in his as she snuggled into his powerful arm,. She knew there was no point in trying to get it out of him before he was ready, so she would wait. Now Kyle began to walk them to their car, and he tilted his head quite a way to rest on the top of hers as they walked. Heather loved it when her ‘big man’ did this.

Kyle had been thinking how hard the task before his best friend Josh, would be. He knew that within 1 hour of arriving home, his task would be complete; but poor Josh was so small and skinny and with such a small dick. Not much to offer his mother, thought Kyle. On the other hand Kyle knew that all it would take would be for himself to tell his mother his desire for her, and she would more than willingly submit. In fact Kyle was sure his mother would be a very enthusiastic partner. How did Kyle know this? That was easy.

He ran through the ‘hows’ one more time in his mind as his mother drove out of the camp car park. In fact as she did, one of the ‘hows’ was evident; she had her left hand resting on her son’s thigh. She had been doing this for as long as Kyle could remember, and it was resting very high up his thigh too – within an inch of his monster. Like the rest of him, Kyle’s dick was big. It must have been 8 inches when fully erect. He knew that some people boast of 10, 11 even 12 inches, but he also knew most of those claims were bullshit. Even the legendary John Holmes wasn’t as big as some men claim they are, and John Holmes couldn’t even obtain completely hard erection – Kyle had seen some of his movies. Jeremy could do anything; even get porno movies for The Clan to watch. Kyle, like the others, had learnt so much from them. He smiled to himself at the semi hard John Holmes, because that was all Holmes’ body was capable of – maybe he would collapse if he had a real hard erection, Kyle thought to himself and smiled again.

What else did Kyle know to make him think his mother would easily be his lover? Well, she loved to have him in her bed and found all sorts of excuses, such as fear of thunder storms, very cold nights that weren’t that cold, a bit of a scare at work or when driving home or anything else she could think of. Then there was there was way she insisted they sit together on the couch as they watched TV. Kyle had to sit in the corner of the couch with his right leg out straight down the length of the couch along the back, and his left foot on the floor. This opened his legs enough for his mother to snuggle into her son’s big, hard body between his legs. Heather would sit with her knees drawn up, no matter how short her dress, skirt or nighty was, and as her head rested on his big chest she would have her arms wrapped around her knees. Heather would always insist that Kyle cup the top of the back of her right thigh with his right hand – placing it inches from her panties, and his left arm she wanted across her chest above her breasts. Both mother and son were completely comfortable with this, as Kyle had been sitting with Heather like this for some years.

And if that wasn’t enough to convince Kyle his mother would jump at his proposal he was going to spring on her once they were home, then there was one final piece of Heather’s actions that alone would have convinced him of her enthusiastic compliance. Heather loved to touch her son. She was forever hugging him, kissing him, holding his hand or linking her arm in his. She would caress him absent mindedly, and not just the shoulders like some mothers, oh no. At home, behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, Heather would run her hands over his chest, tummy, butt, everywhere but his dick. In fact Kyle knew that once, his mother got herself so aroused by caressing of her son, she had to leave the room, quite flushed and a little breathless after a series of ‘ooos’ and ‘ahhs’ as her hands ran over his hard body. Kyle had quietly followed her to her bedroom, where he heard her moan to a buzzing noise. As he put all this together, for the thousandth time in his mind as they drove home, Kyle was convinced once again.

About half an hour from home, Kyle decided to put to the test his conclusion about his mother. Odd thing was that as Jeremy had laid out the research finding of that doctor, Kyle thought to himself, ‘that’s us’. This was exactly how his mother acted toward him. Heather could have been one of those mothers interviewed, except she live in Australia and not the USA. But as Jeremy had spoken about what to look out for, Kyle ticked each box for his mother. So he steeled himself and made his move. It was deliberate and controlled.

Kyle placed his hand on his mother’s knee, and she made a little gasp and smiled, but kept her eyes on the road ahead. Kyle slowly, but firmly slid his hand up her thigh to her short dress; Heather always wore skirts and dresses, she thought it was more feminine – and Kyle loved her in them, she had such fantastic legs ... beautiful. Her intake of breath was slow and soft as he did, without a word of protest or look of rebuke, but her smile widened. Then she shot her big man a quick look, and he needed no more convincing in his mind. Kyle slid his hand under his mother’s dress to rest within an inch from her panties. As they drove the rest of the way home, mother and son caressed and rubbed each others’ upper thigh.

When Heather drove into the driveway, they took their hands away in unison, both aware someone might be watching. Then like a mother and son, Heather went to open the front door as Kyle retrieve his bags, and then stood behind her like a looming colossus – which Heather always loved. As they walked through the front door, Heather let her big man pass her and Kyle put his bags into his room. When he walked into the lounge room the TV was already on, and his mother stood in the middle of the room facing the door he had just walked through. Her head was tilted a little toward the floor, her feet were apart with her weight on her front foot and her back foot had its heal off the floor. She reminded Kyle of someone about to start a running race.

There was a look in her eye that Kyle had never seen before, but it had an immediate affect on him and his dick – which hardened into concrete. Heather nodded to the couch, and Kyle smiled as he took up his usual position. Like a flash, Heather sunk onto the couch and into her son, knees drawn up and her arms around them. Kyle’s arms found their usual place, as Heather snuggled into her son. Now was the acid test for not only Jeremy’s theory, by Kyle’s as well, he told himself as he was about to make his move; whatever mother wanted, even if it meant she didn’t want her son as her lover, Kyle would honour her feelings. Kyle did not wait long, and his right hand began to caress the back of his mother’s upper thigh. As usual Heather was wearing a short skirt that had fallen down to her hips, with her knees drawn up. Heather snuggled a little deeper into her son’s body, and Kyle took that as her ok to his caresses. He lightly brushed his finger tips up and down Heather’s thigh.

Now he knew he had to progress, and decided on a two fold move, using both hands. One would caress her breasts through her clothing, and the other hand would move to his mother’s panties. Kyle took a deep breath and then felt his mother do the same, and he realized she was waiting for him to act, to move forward, to cross that boundary of one of the greatest taboos. Without flinching Kyle’s right hand moved slowly up his mother’s thigh, and then he felt her panties. His hand stopped and felt the material, and as it did so Heather gave a little gasp.

Kyle’s fingers felt soft, thin satin, or so it seemed; and he slipped 2 fingers into her panties and felt her wetness, and Heather made no move to stop him. Now his left hand moved across and down his mother’s chest, and then over her breasts drawing another quiet gasp from Heather. There was no stopping Kyle now, and he could feel his monster stir, and apparently so did Heather and she pushed back on it a little. Kyle’s right hand now left its tentative exploration and moved inward, and on to its goal, his mother’s panty clad pussy. As his fingers touched Heather’s pussy, even though she knew what was coming, she couldn’t help but jump ever so slightly. The initial touch by Kyle and his mother’s little jump, made him pull his hand back – but only for a split second as his finger tips told his brain what they had felt. They said his mother’s pussy was soft, pliant and most of all smooth. Kyle’s hand returned and his mother sighed, a mixture of arousal and relief as her ‘big man’ had not been scared off.

His fingers told him the same story, and the monster stirred again as the message of the fingers was relayed to it. Heather began to feel the size of her son and smiled with joy to herself. Kyle now moved his fingers up and down his mother’s pussy, and an idea of its shape and size came to his mind. His left hand, although caressing his mother’s breasts, he could feel little by her layers of clothing, especially her bra. Without hesitation Heather moved her hands to her chest and Kyle waited to see what she was going to do – remove his hand, no, she began to undo her blouse. Kyle’s right hand kneaded his mother’s pussy with some real pressure for the first time, and Heather couldn’t help but pause at the second last button and moan loudly. The last button undone, she pulled her bra up releasing her two small breasts for her son to caress – properly. He needed no further encouragement and Kyle’s left hand went from one breast to the other, kneading like the enthusiastic teenager he was, and his right hand now wanted to feel bare flesh too. His fingers pushed their way under the crotch of his mother’s panties, and oh the feeling his fingers were telling his brain and his monster. Kyle’s dick sprung to full life and size, delighting his mother all the more.