"My goodness, Davey, what are you doing home on Friday evening watching TV instead of out on a date? This is the second weekend in a row you've stayed home." Alice Renfrow, Davey's mother, stood in front of her son seated on the couch, and smiling down at him, continued, "Not that I object to having you at home, mind you. Since your father died, I get lonely sometimes, so it's nice having you here in the evening. Still, though, I can't help but worry about you, even if you are grown. You used to date all the time, but lately that seems to have slowed down." She brushed the hair up off his forehead and asked, "Having some trouble with your love life?"

Davey looked up at his mother and laughed, a soft embarrassed laugh. "No, Mom, everything's okay. I just decided to stay away from girls for a while."

Alice sat down next to Davey and took his hand in hers. "Now that sounds a little ominous. I thought you were really into girls. The phone used to ring off the wall with their calling you. Has something happened? Are you having some kind of problem with a girl?" Alice got a concerned expression on her face and said, "You haven't gotten a girl pregnant, have you?"

Davey laughed again, but this time the laugh was of amusement, not embarrassment. "Don't I wish! No, Mom, I can assure you I haven't gotten any girl with child."

Alice squeezed his hand and said, "Well, why don't you tell me about it. After all, moms are usually the problem solver around a house."

"Oh, gee, Mom, come on. It's not that big a deal. Besides, it's not the kind of problem I could talk with you about. It's strictly a boy-thing."

"Oh, sure," Alice said, with a wry smile. "Your mom was raised in a convent--you'd offend her sensibilities if you talked to her about something sexual. At least I assume it's sexual. Am I right?"

Davey blushed a little, and nodding his head said, "Yeah, sort of--at least from one way of looking at it."

Alice got that serious expression on her face again and said, "Davey, I may be a woman, but I do know a little bit about 'boy things.' When I was growing up, I had two younger brothers who didn't keep many secrets from me. I helped them with a lot of their cominng-of-age problems. Besides that, your father Joe and I were married for almost twenty years, and we sure had more than just a platonic relationship." Her serious expression turning into a smile, she continued. "We had a good, active sex life. I can guarantee you aren't the result of an immaculate conception. You're the product of some plain old-fashioned, down-and-dirty bones-jumping. I may not be a Dr. Ruth, but I DO know more than just a smattering about sex. I may even know enough to help you with your problem."

"Mom, I'm not sure I even know how to talk about it."

"You can start by telling me why you aren't dating anymore. Are they turning you down?"

"Well, those I've dated a few times are. They just say it's not any use, that it only leads to frustration."

"Who's frustration, their's or your's?"

"Well, their's, and mine, too. Boy, do I EVER mean mine."

"I take it you want to make out with them, but they refuse, even when they really want to. You end up frustrated, and so do they. Is that what you're talking about?"

Davey smiled wryly and said, "Yeah, that's about the way it is. I end up actually physically hurting from frustration."

"Bad case of the blue balls, huh?"

Davey couldn't help but grin at his mother's use of a term he didn't even know she knew. "Yeah, bad cases. Lots of bad cases."

"Well, I'll have to admit I'm a little confused. I was under the impression that girls today were as sexually active as boys. I thought most girls were as eager to hop into bed as boys are. I guess maybe there still are some old-fashioned girls and you've ended up dating them. Maybe what you need is to find out which girls have a... do they still call it 'reputation?'... and ask them for dates."

"No, that's not the problem. Most of the girls I've been dating have been completely willing to 'hop into bed' with me, as you put it. Eager, in fact. It's just that when we get right down to doing it, they give up. A couple of them tried real hard, but ended up saying it couldn't be done. Most of them just say 'no way' at the start and don't even give it a try. It's happened so many times now that I decided to cool it for a while. Maybe someday I'll meet a girl where everything works out okay."

Alice got her concerned look back, and rubbing her hand up and down Davey's forearm, said, "You're awfully young to be having problems with impotence. I'm sure it must be something physical that a doctor can help. I'll make an appointment for you with a urologist on Monday."

Davey threw his head back and laughed loudly. "Impotence? Now that IS funny. No, Mom, my problem sure isn't impotence. It's... well, it's more like the opposite."

Like a light bulb going on above someone's head in a comic strip, a look of comprehension came on Alice's face. Unable to keep from it, she dropped her eyes and looked at the crotch of Davey's jeans. Having satisfied her curiousity, she raised her eyes and looked into his face again. "You mean your problem is that you're... you're too big?"

Davey's face flushed with embarrassment and he said, "Yeah, that's about it. I haven't met a girl yet who is big enough for me. Just look at me--I'm twenty years old and still a VIRGIN!"

Alice once again stroked Davey's arm and said, "Oh, poor baby. You look so much like Joe that I wondered if you would inherit his other characteristics. He was built very big, and you must have gotten it from him."

"You mean Dad had a big... uh, I mean Dad was built big, too?"

Alice got a far-away look on her face and whispered, "Yes, he had a huge... that is, he was big, very big."

"How big was he?"

Alice spread her hands apart about twelve inches and said, "He was about this long." She curled a hand in large circle and continued, "And about this big around. About as big around as a Coke can."

Davey's eyes grew wide and he whispered, "That sounds like you're describing me when I have a... when I get excited. And you were able to take it?"

"You're living proof of it," she said, laughing. "Now don't get me wrong. It wasn't easy, particularly at first. It took me over two weeks to get stretched enough for us to finally consummate our marriage. Even after that, it was a couple more weeks before I was completely comfortable with it and could enjoy it." She got that far-away look in her eyes again and whispered, "Yes, really enjoy it." Her eyes refocused and she smiled. "It's going to take a girl with lots of patience and desire to be able to accommodate you. I hate to tell you this, but it probably won't happen until you find a girl who loves you and you marry her."

"Oh, God!" Davey said. "I'm nowhere near ready to get married. You mean I'm going to have to do without?"

Alice smiled and said, "Well, as I'm sure you know, there ARE other ways of taking care of your needs."

Davey frowned and said, "Girls can't get it in their mouths, either."

Alice couldn't help but laugh at his misunderstanding, and said, "Well, that takes practice, so I figured that was the case. What I really meant was this." She held up her hand and, cupping her fingers like they were holding something round, moved it up and down. "I know it's a poor substitute, but it's better than nothing."

"You're right about it's being a poor substitute." He smiled a crooked grin and said, "I'm 'living proof' of that, too." His expression grew serious again when he continued, "Sometimes I want the real thing so bad that I skip that sort of exercise. That's why you find signs of wet dreams on my sheets sometimes."

Alice smiled again and said, "Yes, sweetheart, I've seen them. But wet dreams are normal for a boy, so I didn't worry about them."

"Mom, would it embarrass you to tell me how you went about being able to take Dad, to stretch yourself enough?"

"Not unless it bothers you."

"Tell me anyway, even if I blush a little."

"It would probably be better if I showed you. Let me get some things from my room and I'll do show and tell for you."

Alice went to her bedroom and returned in a few moments with a large shoe box. She opened it and pulled out a dildo that was just about the size of a normal cock--about six inches long and about as big around as an ordinary cock. "We started with this. He used this on me until I was comfortable with it." She smiled and said, "This is the sucker that made a woman of me, that took away my maidenhead." She then pulled another dildo out, one about nine inches long and proportionately larger around. "After I was able to take old Mr. Normal there, we graduated to this one, Mr. Intermediate. We used this one for about a week until I was able to be completely at ease with it."

"Well, it sounds like you were being taken care of while all this was going on. But what about poor old Dad?"

Alice held up hand, just like she had done before. "I used this. You're right, it was a poor substitute, but it kept him from a terminal case of the blue balls."

"Then what?"

"Then we used Big Daddy." Alice reached into the box and pulled out a massive dildo. It was a perfect replica of a penis, except it was about twelve inches long and as big around as a Coke can. Davey couldn't help but gasp--it looked just like his cock did when he had a hard-on. Seeing it affected him strongly, and his cock swelled a little at the sight. The thought of a woman being able to take a cock the size of that dildo, of being able to take a cock as large as his, into her pussy filled him with a feeling of excitement he hadn't had in a long time. "God, Mom," Davey whispered, "you were able to get that in your... get that in you?"

"Not at first. But with lots of love and tenderness, several tubes of K-Y jelly, and doing just a little more each time, we finally succeeded. After it got so that he could slide it in and out, we finally graduated to the real thing. Your poor father finally was able to give up the poor substitute and get the real thing. God, we did it practically all that night." Blushing a little at her confession, she added, "I'm pretty sure we made you that night."

By this time, Davey's cock had filled the front of his jeans, making them swell like they were stuffed with a large sausage. Alice looked down at his swollen pants and said, "Yeah, Baby, it does look like you've got the Renfrow curse all right."

Davey blushed and said, "Gee, no girl will be willing to go through that process just to screw... uh, just to make love to me."

"If she loves you enough, she will."

"I sure hope so. Maybe Miss Right will come along soon. Maybe she'll be willing to go through the stretching exercise without our having to get married."

"Maybe so, but she would be more willing if she loved you completely and you were married."

"Gee, Mom, I'm not sure finding this out has helped me all that much. Before, I was just frustrated, thinking that sooner or later I would find a girl who was big enough to take me. Now, it looks like they're few and far between and even then have to be willing to get themselves ready for me. At least I had some hope before. Now I see it's going to be pretty much of a later, not sooner, sort of deal."

"Oh, Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to discourage you. You asked me to show you what it took, and I did."

Davey smiled, a gentle loving smile, and said, "Aw, gee, Mom, I'm not bitching at you. I'm glad you told me about this. It's just that it's discouraging to find out my frustration is going to have go on for a while."

"But just think how good it will be when it does happen."

"Yeah, I just hope I'm not an old, gray-haired man when it finally does."

That night when Davey showered, he soaped up his cock and masturbated to subdue his hard-on. As he did, he pictured in his mind that largest dildo, pushing in and out of his mother's pussy, wet and glistening and making slurping sounds as it fucked her. That imaginary sight quickly brought on his orgasm, and he spurted huge jets of come into the water and down the drain. He had never thought of his mother in a sexual way before, but after listening to her tell about what she and his dad had done, he had different thoughts. He thought about his father's huge cock moving in and out of his mom's pussy, and even though he had just had an orgasm, he immediately grew semi-hard. After he finally got to sleep, he dreamed about his father using those dildos on his mother. Right at the end of the dream, it changed so that it was he who plunged that huge plastic cock in and out of her pussy. When he awoke the next morning, his shorts were sticky and the stain of a wet dream covered the middle of his sheet.

The next evening after Davey had showered and gone to bed, he heard his bedroom door open and his mother whisper, "Davey, are you asleep yet?"

"No, not yet. Come on in." Davey could see her standing in his doorway, the hall light shining behind her. She had on a thin night gown and the light behind her showed the silhouette of her body through the sheer fabric. He could see that even though she was in her early-forties, she still had a thin, youthful body. The soft fuzziness that could only be pubic hair could be seen where the light showed through the open triangle at the juncture of her crotch and thighs. He drew in a deep breath at the sight, and his cock came to instant attention, pushing up the sheet that covered him. He thought about a cock the size of his penetrating the depths of that region and his penis throbbed in response. Seeing her that way coupled with his memory of her talking about sex acts with his father made him recognize as he hadn't before that his mother was a very sexy and desirable woman. For just a brief instant he couldn't help but fantasize about its being his twelve-inch cock penetrating that shadowy pubic area. Realizing that it was his mother about whom he was having such lewd, perverted thoughts, he groaned and willed his erection to go away. Will power did no good, though, and he was still poking up his sheet as she walked into the room.

Davey could see that his mother had something in her hands. As she came toward his bed, he could see that it was a wash-cloth and what looked like a tube of toothpaste. When she reached the bed, she sat down next to his supine body and said, "Davey, I thought about the problem you talked about last night and I couldn't help but feel terribly sorry for you. Your dad told me of the frustrations he had before we got married, so I know a little about what you must be going through." She brushed the hair out his eyes and continued, "I decided that what you needed is some TLC--some of Mom's tender loving care." She looked down at the tent his cock was making of the sheet and in a soft voice said, "It looks like I was right and that I got here at just the right time."

"What do you mean?" Davey whispered, barely able to speak. Her words and the admiring, almost exultant, look she gave his rigid penis filled him with erotic feelings and caused his cock to beat and throb even more than it had been.

Alice raised her hand up like she had done the evening before and said, "I thought maybe you would enjoy a change from your 'poor substitute.' This may be a poor substitute, too, but it's been my experience that it's always better when someone other than yourself does it." She dropped her hand down to Davey's cock and brushed it over the tented sheet. Davey gasped at the touch and drew his breath in sharply. Alice smiled at his reaction and said, "I thought maybe I would be that other someone."

Alice pressed her hand down on the bulging sheet and took hold of Davey's rigidity. "God, you ARE big!" she said, her eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. She reached up and took hold of the sheet and pulled it down, pulling it until it reached below Davey's knees. There, revealed to Alice's sight was Davey's cock, sticking straight up out of his boxer shorts. Davey could hear her sharp intake of breath as he was revealed to her and feel how her fingers trembled as she reached up and pulled his shorts down and completely off. She reached out both hands and wrapped them around his shaft, murmuring, "Oh, Davey, Baby! Oh, Baby, you're so BIG! You're Joe made all over again. Oh, God, you're as big if not bigger than he was."

She ran her hands lightly over his cock and said, "Oh, poor Davey. So hard, so much in need of relief. Let me take care of you. I'll give you the relief you need." She lifted the tube and Davey saw it was K-Y Jelly, not toothpaste. After taking off the lid, she squeezed a big blob right on top of the plum-sized head of his cock. Putting a palm on top of his cock, she spread it around and then with her hand cupped, she smeared the slick lubricant the length of his shaft, completely coating it.

By now, Davey was almost panting in excitement and his hips were moving up and down, pushing his shaft in and out of her hand. Unable to control himself, he moaned, "Oh, God, Mom! Oooohh, that's so good."

She squeezed out another blob of jelly and moved her hand to his balls, lubricating them in the same way his cock was. Then, with him slick all over, she began to rub his balls, running her fingers lightly over his scrotum. With her other hand, she slowly pumped up and down his shaft. When she came to his sensitive glans, she ran her finger tips in little circles over it. Davey recognized that she was expert at this, that she knew exactly what she was doing. Slowly but inexorably, Davey's passion grew and he was soon moaning continuously from the pleasure his mother's hands were giving him. Straining up to the source of his pleasure, he pushed his hips completely off the bed, his cock thrust way up into the air. Pre-come oozed out his cock in a rapid flow and he soon felt that his cock was coated in liquid pleasure. "Oh, God, Mom, I'm so close," he groaned.

"Yes, sweetheart, just let it happen. That's what I want. Come hard and get relief."

Davey arched his back high and held it, his body rigid. His cock jerked, and suddenly a huge glob of sperm shot up into the air, flying up about two feet and then splattering on his chest. Alice put her palm over the head and took a spurt in her hand and then used it to make him even more slippery. She continued pumping until his come quit shooting up in the air and just ran out in little dribbles down over her hand. By now, all his stomach and thighs were covered with splatters of his erupting passion.

Gradually, Davey relaxed, his hips falling back down to the bed. He had his eyes closed and was still breathing hard. "Oh, God, Mom, I don't know what to say," he finally managed to whisper.

"Don't say anything, just relax and enjoy the relief." She took the wash cloth she had brought with her and cleaned him, wiping up all the blobs of his come. When she had finished, she kissed him on the cheek. "Feel better now?" she asked.

"Like I've died and gone to heaven. It's never been that good before." He touched her on the arm and said, "Thanks, Mom. That was the best TLC ever."

"That's what moms are for. Pleasant dreams, sweetheart."

Davey couldn't help but grin and say, "At least they should be dry dreams."

Relaxed from the most marvelous orgasm he had ever experienced, Davey started dozing immediately after Alice left his room. Just as he was almost asleep, he heard a soft, almost muffled, sound from her room next door. It was a rhythmic sound, like something moving back and forth. The sound was soon joined by soft moans and gasps. Davey was so relaxed and sleepy he couldn't be sure whether the sounds were real or part of a dream.

The next morning Davey awoke to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Getting out of bed, he realized he was completely nude. Memory of the evening before came back to him in a flash and his cock came to half-erection when he remembered the special TLC his mother had provided. After he located his shorts, he put them on and went to the kitchen, ready for a cup of that coffee. Alice had poured herself a cup already and was sitting at the table sipping it slowly. She looked up when he came in and said, "Good morning, slug-a-bed. Coffee's ready--join me in a cup of eye-opener."

Davey poured himself a cup and came back to the table. As he started to sit down, he got an eye-opener that was better than any jolt coffee could provide. Alice still had on her night gown and the way she was leaning over her coffee allowed him to look right down its top and see all her breasts. They were creamy white and topped with the little brown nubbins of her nipples. Davey had to sit down quickly before Alice could see the way his cock jutted out, pushing the front of his shorts out in a tent. Even sitting down didn't help that much because he could still see the dark circles of her areolas through the gown and the way her nipples pushed the fabric out. He deliberately took a swallow of the scalding coffee to get his mind off the charms Alice was displaying.

After they finished their coffee, Alice got up and took her cup to the sink. As she did so, Davey watched her and enjoyed the sight. Her thin gown molded to her body and showed Davey just how slender and feminine his mother was. The thin fabric draped itself into the cleavage between her buttocks, allowing Davey to see how round and soft her ass was. The way the gown was clinging to her, the pale flesh of her buttocks was clearly visible. Davey remembered seeing Alice's body through that gown the evening before, and in the full light of day it was even more revealing. Up until then, he hadn't really paid that much attention to her--she was his mother and she was just there. Now, though, Davey wished that Alice was someone other than his mother.

Davey got up and came up behind Alice, pressing himself against her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the back of the neck. "Thanks for last night, Mom. I really needed that." Holding her like that, his cock pressed against her buttocks, he could feel their warmth and firmness against his body. His cock, which had subsided a little, once again hardened. As it gristled and extended, it pressed into the crevice between her ass cheeks, nestling into her cleavage as if it had found a home.

Alice put her hands on top of Davey's and pushed her buttocks back against the hard shaft invading into her nether region. She laughed and said, "Well, it's effect sure didn't last long, did it? Twenty! I had forgotten how horny young men get." Alice pulled Davey's hands from her waist and turned around to face him. Reaching down, she took hold of his cock through his shorts and said, "Baby, you're all hard and bothered again, aren't you? What is it going to take to keep you relaxed for a while?" She smiled--a soft, secret kind of smile--and said, "Maybe if I gave it a Big Daddy special, this will stay down for a while." She went into the living room and stood in front of an easy chair. "Come, Davey, sit." Davey did as she asked and just as he was going to sit down, Alice pulled his shorts down to his feet. She pushed him gently so that he had to sit and then knelt on the floor in front of him.

Davey's cock stood up like a pale white cudgel, hard and throbbing. Alice reached out and took his shaft in her hand, saying, "God, Baby, I believe it's grown even from last night."

"Lord, I hope not. It's enough trouble as it is."

Alice brought her face up close to Davey's cock and said, "Now, let's see if we can make this thing behave itself for a while." As she said this, she stuck out her tongue and licked it all over the huge, throbbing head of his cock. He gasped at the contact and muttered, "God, Mom, no one has ever done that for me before. No girl has ever been willing to try." Holding his cock by the base, she licked up and down its full length, using her tongue expertly on the small area just under the bulging head. "Oh, Mom, that's fantastic."

Alice stopped her oral ministrations and looked up at Davey. "I used to do this to Dad every once in a while. Back when I had periods before my hysterectomy, I would give him relief this way. He loved it, and I felt sure you would too." She grinned and added, "It usually managed to keep him down for at least a day." She opened her mouth wide in a big circle and then closed it. "I used to be able to take part of his cock in my mouth. I wonder if I can still do that?" She opened her mouth wide again and popped the big head of Davey's cock into that oral cavity. It was a tight fit, but she managed to get all of it in and suck on it. All Davey could do was moan and thrust his cock up to his mother's pleasure-giving mouth.

Alice moved her head over Davey's cock and pushed her mouth down on top of it. He felt it slide in about two inches and press hard against the back of her mouth. She extended her tongue under the head and, still sucking with her mouth, swirled her oral digit in circles over and over his glans. Davey's breath became labored and he almost panted as his pleasure mounted higher and higher. Alice put one hand on his cock and started pumping and lightly caressed his balls with the other one. Davey's whole torso quivered in response to these ministrations and he put his hands in his mother's hair and caressed her. "Oh, God, Mom, I'm getting close. So close. If you don't stop, I'm going to come in your mouth." All Alice did in response to his warning was suck and pump harder.

The message this action communicated to him was too much for him--his cock started jerking and come spewed out in huge spurts. Davey had never experienced such ecstasy in his life, and he just kept coming, jerking up toward her mouth with each shot. He could see her throat working as she swallowed madly, trying to keep up with his copious gushing. She almost succeeded, and only a few dribbles escaped out the corners of her mouth, running down his cock and over her hand. Davey's orgasm slowly diminished and soon his cock stopped its flow and started to shrink. As it grew smaller in size, Alice took more into her mouth. Soon it had shrunken enough for her to take it all inside. Only when it had completely shriveled up and returned to normal size did Alice release it from her mouth. Davey looked down and saw it was completely clean--Alice had managed to suck all traces of come from it.

Alice sat up then and smiled at Davey. As she did, she licked off the last vestiges of come that coated her lips. "Oh, Mom, I never thought that could happen to me. I didn't believe any girl could manage to do that. It was like a dream come true."

"I told you it took a little practice." She patted his now flaccid cock and said, "Looks like practice makes perfect, too. That seems to have taken care of your old monster for a while." She laughed, giving his cock a gentle squeeze, and stood up. Davey had never felt love for anyone the way he loved his mom for what she had just done.

That evening after dinner, Davey showered, put on a pair of pajama bottoms, and went into the den to watch TV. After about thirty minutes, Alice came in too. Davey could see that the tips of her hair were damp, so she must have just showered, also. He could see a whole lot more than that, too, and he liked every bit of it. She was dressed in just a short night gown that came to about the middle of her thighs. As she walked across the room to the sofa, her breasts jiggled so he knew they were roaming free under the thin fabric of the night gown. The gown clung to her just as the one she had worn that morning had, showing off the curves of her slender hips and the thinness of her waist. When she sat down on the sofa, she tucked one leg under her, revealing all the insides of one thigh, almost all the way up to her crotch. She looked very feminine and very sexy, and she turned him on like no other girl or woman ever had. He was relieved his cock was tucked down into the seam of his pajamas so that it wasn't too evident what seeing her like that was doing to him. After what she had done for him, not just once, but twice, during the last twenty-four hours, she would probably think he was some sort of freak for getting another hard-on. He liked what she had done for him, and he didn't want her to stop doing it because she was impatient and disgusted with him.

In a few moments, Alice became interested in the TV show and leaned back and relaxed. As she did, her night gown crept up on her thighs and she spread her legs apart. Where Davey had been able to see only half-way up her thigh before, he could see all the way now. And what a sight he saw! Her pussy, covered with a mass of black pubic hair, was completely on display. He knew she might look at him any second and catch him looking between her legs, but he couldn't pull his eyes away. With her sitting like that and with the angle of vision he had, her pussy didn't look much different from those he had seen and even tried to penetrate before. But Davey knew it WAS different. He knew it was a pussy that could accommodate even his massive organ, and the sight of it mesmerized him. He had an overpowering desire to touch it, to push his fingers inside, and discover what a pussy that size felt like. He wanted to return the favors she had given him--return them in kind and in full measure.