Mom Is a Demon

By Honey Moon

I can't believe what I just saw. Thank God she didn't see me! I came home from school, shall we say, unannounced. Yeah, I cut class. Big fuckin' deal. I'm seventeen. I'm practically an adult now, and who needs school if your mom has money? Anyway, I came into the house hours early, expecting to be alone.

I headed upstairs to my room. Ever hear of a Sybian? Holy shit! I think I might be in love. Well, maybe addicted is closer to the truth. Trust me. Any time I go for a ride, I hit that big “O”, no problem. When I'm on a date, if the guy doesn't get me there, the Sybian does the trick! I have to be careful to use it only when mom isn't home though. My electrical friend is very noisy.

I went up the stairs and heard the familiar rumbling. My Sybian was running! I froze in my tracks. Our last maid quit rather abruptly. Something had happened between Shelly and mom, and the cute little servant high tailed it out of our house. The only woman that could possibly be in my room was...MOM!

I felt a stab of fear. Not that I would be in trouble. I didn't give a shit about that! I was afraid that my greedy bitch of a mom was sure to steal my favorite toy! I'd have to order a new one! My first impulse was to storm into the room. Thank God I didn't!

For whatever reason, mom had left my bedroom door ajar. I crept up and peeked. Hell, don't judge me. I swing both ways and mom is hot. I wanted to see her in mid masturbation. Who wouldn't? There's just something about tall women that really float my boat. Mom is nearly seven foot tall. She isn't skinny like some damn model, either. She has curves that Kim K would kill for. If we weren't related, I wouldn't mind climbing all over her.

I could just see her through the slight gap between door and frame. She had dragged my machine out of the closet and was using it right next to my bed. Oh wow, she was riding hard! She was humping the machine as the dildo attachment moved and vibrated within her. I had paid extra for a twelve inch black dong, and mom was taking Black Beauty like a champ. Mom's breasts are huge. Those G-cup basketballs were bouncing wildly as she moaned and writhed.

My heart froze. Her breasts weren't the only thing bouncing. There was something else. Something impossible. Bobbling up and down as she ground herself against the Sybian, was something that had no business being there. Mom had a huge cock!

That was no strap-on jutting from her body. I have a strap-on. It's realistic, but nobody would think it was real living flesh. Mom's was an impossible thirty-five inches of manhood attached to an unmistakable female form. Balls that would frighten a bull rested on my Sybian as mom gyrated on the thing. They looked to be the size of avocados!

As if to convince anyone watching that the cock was real, mom had a condom rolled about a third of the way down the shaft of the thing. Just a third of the way, mind you. The damn thing wasn't big enough to contain the whole of her shaft! No condom would be! Where the condom covered, the cock was thicker than my wrist, with a hugely swollen head. Immediately below where the condom ended, the cock flesh thickened monstrously. It was as if the condom was somehow holding her back to human proportions. The uncovered length of cock-flesh looked to be as thick as a new roll of paper towels where it joined her body!

I couldn't move. My feet were rooted to the floor as I watched this obscene act being performed right in my own room. Part of my mind wondered how I had never noticed this before. Mom always did prefer loose flowing garments. I never saw her without one of her vintage dresses with full pleated skirts. Did the thing just hang down between her knees when limp? Holy shit! If people saw what I was seeing, they would call her tripod!

Mom was always far skinned, but as she rode, her flesh seemed to be getting more and m

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