[f-list] frederik x rosemary

[15:36] Frederik Schwarz didn't even know what was going on himself. Over the past year his body had grown really fast, typical for boys his age. His face started to become more masculine despite the occasional acne, and his voice had gotten lower. He was a little lanky, but it already showed that he would have a nice build one day if he didn't slack off too much - which probably wouldn't happen as he practiced basketball and shotokan-karate. Then there were the girls... he had become slightly obsessed with their curves and sometimes it was really hard not to stare when a busty girl walked by. More often than not that also caused a swelling in his pants... his crotch had shown some significant growth as well. His balls were big and heavy, and his penis even flaccid had an admirable size, hard it was long enough to stroke with two hands easily, a straight and thick masculine spear. Worst of all it demanded to be catered to almost every day. In the shower, the school's restrooms or in his bed at night, Frederik would have to take care of his long cock regularly, causing him to coat toilet paper, a towel or his boxer briefs in his strong and smelly emmissions. Of course, right now, he would just do homework. He had to, after all. He often had his TV turned on as a background noise, right now it showed The Avengers. The curvy Black Widow came on screen, easily distracting the 14 year old boy. He had compared his penis to the other boys and knew he was kind of big, which gave him an ego boost. He wondered if Scarlett Johansson would be impressed by it. Mindlessly he googled more pictures of her, already caressing his member in his pants. He took them off, his penis ready and stiff, grasping the shaft with his hand and starting to work it, breathing a little faster. "Suck him, Scarlett..." he whispered to himself, imagining all kinds of perverted things, his erect cock red and hard, a huge rod of flesh.
[15:57] Rosemary Laufer was engrossed in her usual routine of chores, dressed in a stretchy black camisole and her favorite pleated white knee skirt to accommodate for the heat. The air conditioning was helpful, but with her constant bustling and moving and shaking through the sizable house she was apt to sweat to death if she donned her usual knit sweater. The fabric clung fast to her oversized breasts (restrained by a rather thin and unsupportive bra) and struggled to find a hold on her wide hips (a characteristic shared by the elastic waistband of the skirt), undermining the image of modesty that the attire was meant to provoke. No matter. In a house inhabited only by her daughter and her son on account of it still being early in the afternoon, she didn't have to worry about how much skin she showed... well, sort of. She was painfully aware of the growth spurt the latter had gone under, mirroring the tall height and muscular makings of his father, and was no stranger to the stains adorning the undergarments and socks she found littered on the floor of his room. This is why, when she approached his room on footsteps masked by the sound of his television and pushed open the door with no warning, she was not entirely surprised by the sight she saw. "Aaah, excuse me, sweetie." He was young and full of testosterone. It was only natural he'd spend his time after school in such a position. What did surprise her was the sheer size. Rosemary had no time to be in awe of her son's girth though, as the gentle smile splitting her face shifted into one of grim neutrality upon seeing the celebrity emblazoned on his computer screen, somewhat visible from this angle in the room. For such a thickset woman, she moved at quite a clip, crossing the room in an instant and turning off the monitor. A keen eye could detect the twitch in her otherwise soft, gentle expression, which hovered right next to his face in the chair. "Have you already forgotten what happened to that girl?" She inquired quietly, scarcely audible above the clashing and clanging of special effect-laden battles in the movie. Her tone was cloying yet sent chills through the air. "I thought myself rather clear about my stance on other girls, Frederik. Famous ones are no exception."
[16:05] Frederik Schwarz: (anything in particular you have in mind regarding 'that girl'?)
[16:06] Rosemary Laufer: [ Not necessarily, just a reference to Rose's possessive tendencies and the way she chases off girls. Could be blackmail, could be something that led to her getting seriously injured. ]
[16:08] Frederik Schwarz was shocked to hear his mom. He tried to find something to cover his cock, but it was futile. Even pulling his shirt down only looked ridiculous and didn't help at all to protect it from her gaze. "Ahh mom!!!" He exclaimed, his heart pounding in embarrassment, cheeks flushed from arousal and now extreme awkwardness. He had almost been about to cum, too... His member was still a throbbing, girthy eight inch sex organ. "Mom I..." Frederik really didn't know what to say. Or what to expect. He was nervous and did not even try to defend himself, trying to avoid an argument. "I-I'm sorry..." For a moment he glimpsed at his mom's breasts. They were massive, just the way he liked it, causing his erection to twitch, but he quickly looked away again... unable to make eye contact. Although it was a little weird how she acted when it came to other girls. He wasn't unattractive, and a few girls had gotten friendly with him already, but come to think of it his mom often had chased them away in one way or another. He finally looked up into her face with his blue eyes, awaiting his punishment.
[16:27] Rosemary Laufer continued to bore into him with those half-lidded brown eyes when he averted his gaze, listening to his apologies before shaking her head and tutting at him disapprovingly. "I keep telling you, honey, you can come to me about anything. Anything at all." All of a sudden she disappeared behind his chair and pulled it back with a labored grunt, creating a sufficient space between his desk and his body. "You're getting older so I expect you to be doing these kinds of things. It's natural. I'm sure your father did it too. He still does." She giggled at her own joke while she stepped back out in front of him, her breasts very nearly at eye level and her hourglass proportions in extremely plain view. "Depending on your mother once in awhile is natural, too. I don't want you to get attached to an ideal or some teenage slut that'll just leave you a wreck. You're tall, athletic, and... well-endowed. Girls will be all over you for superficial reasons." Her voice never raised too far above a murmuring coo, a soft and soothing sound despite the vitriol and implications of her words. "I'm just looking out for your best interests. I'll love you no matter what, you know that. And for that reason..." She hooked her dainty fingers into the hem of her camisole and pulled upwards, revealing her slightly pudgy navel and finally releasing her breasts from one part of their confinement, a struggle that brought with it the crackling sound of strained seams. "...I'm the only girl you'll ever need, even for matters like this." Her bra was unremarkable and white besides the indentation of her nipples against the thin surface and the sizable cleavage it created. She looked as best she could into his eyes and did not break her gentle contact even as she descended awkwardly to her knees, voloptuous body and general stiffness impeding her progress... but once she was down there, gently prying his fingers away from his cock and pressing her cheek against the warm, pulsing shaft, it was a sight to behold. Her smile was pure and genuine, her palm pressed against the opposite side and forcing the meat against the surface of her fair face, her eyes those of a mother proud of their child's achievement. In this case, it was a genetic one. "I just don't want you to suffer. Let your mommy take care of you."
[16:37] Frederik Schwarz felt a slight relief as he heard his mom say it is normal. She did not seem as if she wanted to rip his head off anymore. He couldn't help but look at her heavy, bouncy breasts again - but it wasn't his fault, they were at eye level after all! It took a moment for him to realize that she really wasn't that mad at him at all. He dropped his guard, and even felt flattered by her compliments. It was soothing, in a way. "Mom..." He wanted to say, but was hushed by her actions. He breathed in when she took off her camisole. Was she... did she really... he had to admire her body. She looked younger than she was and her curves were pure perfection. His penis looked almost as if it made an effort to be extra big for her. Her words echoed in Frederik's head, telling him he had a big cock. He loved it. And even though he had a hard time admitting it at first, he loved how she got on her knees for him. He gasped as his mother touched his hard penis, the soft touch of a woman. "Ungh... mom..." he squeezed out, his mouth slightly open, seeing his beautiful mother touch his sex. He was quite young, yet it was already big enough to make almost any man jealous.
[16:54] Rosemary Laufer "Mmn, did you really get this much harder just from me? I feel like I have to reward you for that." And reward him she did. With her breasts still artificially pressed together by her bra, she raised herself up just enough that the bottom the gap was poised at the swollen, already-exposed head of his cock... and then, after a pause (in which she spit unceremoniously onto her chest), she began to descend. "You don't have to hold back. Mommy can handle it, and your sister has her headphones in. She didn't even look up when I went into her room, so you can let out that cute voice and use me all you want." The friction of her soft, pliable flesh rubbing against the sensitive surface of his rigid cock was rough, but she did not relent until the bottom of her breasts were seated comfortably flush against the top of his balls. His length meant the tip was at the approximate height of her chin (in a perfect position to be suckled on), but she wasn't ready to relinquish her verbal control just yet. "My, my... I knew you were big, but not this big. I might have to reconsider my strategy." To accentuate her words, she started in earnest with her palms pressed firmly against the squishy sides of her tits and her torso moving up and down.
[17:06] Frederik Schwarz was in heaven. His mom's voice made him feel at ease yet was incredibly seductive with her saying such perverted things. But it felt right... there was no need to think about morals when it felt that good. Frederik didn't have the mental capacity for that anyway. He was hypnotized by his mom's breasts in her bra, jiggling ever so gently, hovering over his hardon. As they lowered themselves to squeeze his cock between them he let out a grunt, feeling the soft, pillowy flesh of her tits massaging his cock. Again she complimented his size and she noticed how it caused his penis to throb. The titjob was amazing. Up and down she worked her beautiful, huge udders on his shaft. "Oh... mom... oh yes!" He groaned, looking at the succubus his mother had transformed into. Without a warning a thick jet of cum splashed out of his cock, spraying over her face. Moaning full of lust he came, another rope and another, splattering over her chin and cheek, the next over her lips and nose, into her brow. Each was thick and sticky, white and had a strong smell. He still wasn't done, pumping out more cum, his spurts slowly losing power but still causing lots of sperm to flow onto his mom's breasts, his big cock erupting like a volcano as he glazed her round breasts with his semen. Finally it ebbed into a mere trickly, leaving him breathing hard, looking at his cum-covered mom.
[17:33] Rosemary Laufer did not stop her slow, deliberate up-and-down motions even as he began to coat her fair face with white, but it certainly came as a surprise when that first viscous glob lodged itself in her lightly colored hair. Her smile twitched a little wider at the development and she began to more ruthlessly pump as if milking him. No matter how painful the friction would be directly after orgasm, she was only interested in getting out as much as possible. When she was confident that he was finished and finished basking in how adorable he looked with his chest heaving and his eyes wide, she pushed herself down as far as possible and swallowed the head without warning. Her soft lips encased the delicate flesh extremely gently while she sucked and licked away every drop of bitter, musky seed. Despite the demeaning nature of the act, a sense of pride was washing over her. Even if she had an unfair headstart, she had made her son cum. Not some girl. Not his own hand. Her. With this in mind she popped off with an audible 'pop!' and resumed her verbal teasing. "Good boy. I really shouldn't spoil you so much, but when you yell out such cute things, I can't help myself." That sinful tongue swiped around her mouth and wicked away some of the excess saliva and any semen within reach. It didn't taste great, but she acted as if it were a delicacy, staring him in the eyes and pressing the sticky substance into the top of her ajar mouth to emphasize the fact that she was swallowing. The rest was wiped away unceremoniously with the back of her hand and wiped off on the crease of her breasts so she could idly press and rub, enough to guarantee he stayed hard but hardly the same intensity as before. "What should I do with you next, I wonder... perhaps I should make you apologize for getting it in my hair. This stuff doesn't wash out easily, you know. With your tongue, not your voice."