A Handful of Mom
by James_Steele
Copyright© 2025 by James_Steele
Incest Sex Story: Beautiful, busty blonde, Janice, is a temptation to everyone around her, especially her son, Tyler, who can't seem to help himself.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Incest Mother Son Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Size .
“Tyler, what do you think you’re doing?”
Janice was standing at the kitchen sink, attempting to wash that morning’s breakfast dishes by hand, when her eighteen year old son, Tyler, came up behind her unannounced and reached around to cup her huge tits in his hands. The curvy, blonde mother had a firm pair of E cup sized tits. She was used to the world seeing her as little more than a pair of walking tits, but being groped out of the blue by her own son was a shock. Since her own hands were wet and soapy, she didn’t push Tyler’s hands away immediately, not wanting to get the front of her dress wet and soapy. She expected him to stop the moment she called him out on his outlandish behavior. But he didn’t stop. He just kept kneading her braless tits, and as weird as it made her feel, Janice had to admit her son’s hands felt good.
“I’m feeling your boobs, Mom,” he said matter of factly as he continued fondling her orbs through her dress.
“Uhhh, yeah, that much is obvious,” she replied. “But the question is, why would you grope your own mother’s boobs without even asking permission?”
“Because they’re gorgeous. And so are you. Seriously, Mom, your tits are perfect. I can’t believe how good they feel. I know you’ve seen me looking at them. Everybody else looks at them so why shouldn’t I? You’re not exactly shy about showing them off, either. They always look so good I can’t help it. Please don’t make me stop, okay?”
Tyler continued squeezing his mother’s tits through her dress while Janice stood still, feeling his warm, young body up against her from behind. She let out a long sigh that was meant to sound impatient, but she was afraid it sounded more like pleasure. Oddly enough, his touch was surprisingly sensuous and sure. He was caressing them, massaging them, not just grabbing and groping like most of the men who got their hands on her magnificent orbs.
“Just because you like them doesn’t mean you get to handle them whenever you please. Without even asking,” she said, doing her best to sound stern.
Tyler pressed the side of his face against his mother’s shoulder, bared by the halter style strap of her lowcut sun dress. “Mmm, your nipples are getting hard, Mom. God, they feel so amazing.”
“You really have to stop this immediately,” Janice admonished weakly. But she could feel his cock beginning to grow long and thick against her firm, fully rounded ass. She was simultaneously hoping he’d stop and also that he wouldn’t. Tyler had large, strong hands and his touch was so eager yet so affectionate. She couldn’t remember when anyone had fondled her tits so perfectly, if ever. And then there was the shock of feeling his eighteen year old cock quickly growing hard with need against her body.
Hot waves of sensation swarmed her pussy in spite of her better judgement. For what felt like a whole minute, Janice indulged the pleasure of being fondled and the excitement of knowing she had the power to arouse such a virile, young cock. She almost even laughed at her son’s audacious behavior. Part of her found it endearing, and when she felt the size of his youthful bulge she couldn’t help feeling proud and impressed by her brazen boy. But reality reared its ugly head and she reminded herself this was her teenaged son groping her enormous tits.
“Tyler!” she shrieked, then dropped her volume as if someone else were in the house, even though there wasn’t. “I’m your mother. Your mother! I shouldn’t have to tell you what that means. A son doesn’t do things like this.”
“It means I’m feeling the tits of a woman I love,” he said as if it made perfect sense. “Besides, any son with a mom as hot as you wouldn’t be able to resist.”
“Ugh!” The single blonde tried to sound exasperated, but she was flattered by her son’s compliment. She knew she had to make him stop what he was doing, but it felt so good that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let him keep going just a little longer. Just another minute to feel that rippling, young cock rubbing against her ass.
“Honey, this is so wrong,” she said, her voice growing weak.
“Worse than you letting Mr. Flanders feel you up at their yard party last night?”
Janice froze while her son’s hands continued kneading her hefty tits through her dress. How did he know about that? Yet her gut reaction was to deny it.
“That’s ridiculous,” the blonde nearly sputtered nervously. “He’s a married man. I’d never let him touch...”
“Yeah, but Mrs. Flanders doesn’t have tits like yours. Not even close. And it looked like you liked letting him feel you up. You were laughing, Mom, like it was fun.”
“I had too much to drink,” Janice said, even though she hadn’t had as much as she claimed. She might’ve been a little tipsy, but the truth was that she enjoyed the older man’s attention. Plus, it felt good to have a man’s hands massage her sensitive melons. She also had to admit it had been fun to get away with it without Mrs. Flanders knowing. Yet she had no idea her son had seen what happened.
“I can’t blame him, though,” Tyler said, his face nuzzled into his mother’s neck and shoulder as his hands steadily squeezed and caressed her luscious orbs. “Mom, you’ve got the best tits in the world, I swear.”
“Oh my god, honey, that’s crazy!” Deep down, Janice couldn’t have been more pleased with her son’s eager admiration of her glorious endowment.
“Do you like how I’m feeling you up, Mom? I think you do. Your nipples are getting really hard.”
Janice closed her eyes and savored the feeling of those firm, male hands exploring her jugs, but finally she brought her wet hands up to Tyler’s and yanked them away from her chest. At the same time, she pushed him backward with her ass. For a brief second, it felt like she was grinding her ass on his hard cock.
Feeling more sure of herself now, Janice spun around and faced her misbehaving son, wagging a finger at him.
“Never do that again!” she ordered. “What in the name of everything holy has gotten into you?”
Tyler just took one more look at his mother’s half-exposed tits with a sly smile. His mother didn’t miss the enormous looking bulge in the front of his pants. She felt a wave of butterflies in her tummy.
“Don’t be mad, Mom. I can’t help it you’re so hot. It just makes me think about how much I love you and that makes me crazy to touch you.”
Janice was too speechless to say I love you back. Nothing this bizarre had ever happened to her. She stared as Tyler left the room with his swollen cock tenting his shorts. A few minutes later he left the house to visit a friend. Janice leaned back against the counter and ran her fingers over the stiff nipples denting her dress. Her son had been right: they were swollen and aching for pleasure.
“Damn you, Tyler,” she muttered as she cupped and squeezed her tits. “How dare you leave your mother in a state like this?”
Then she remembered how hard he was when she pushed him away and she felt a small satisfaction knowing he was probably just as frustrated. She let one hand slip under her short dress and into her skimpy panties. Her pussy was even wetter than she thought as she stroked her fingers along her tender sex lips and remembered the feel of her son’s cock pressing against her body.
She loved what he’d told her about the way getting hard for her reminded him how much he loved her. It was hard not to giggle about it, not knowing if it was romantic or just plain perverted. She decided it was both, and that idea appealed to her in a way she couldn’t explain.
With medium length blonde hair, Janice was growing uncomfortably close to forty. Although she wasn’t going to be mistaken for a college girl, she did look young for her age, and she kept her body in firm form even if she would’ve liked to shed a few extra pounds. And yet her thick ass and legs, along with her monumental bustline, got more attention than she ever remembered in the past. As she rubbed her overheated slit, she had to admit her son had been right about her not being shy about showing off her tits. But that wasn’t anything new. She’d always been proud of her world class melons and the admiration they got everywhere she went.
Janice had been wearing low cut tops and avoiding bras whenever possible for most of her life. She enjoyed knowing her luscious tits and good looks turned men on, but she had never considered the possibility they would do the same thing to her own son. If anything, Tyler should be used to seeing his mother’s big jugs bouncing braless around the house. Janice assumed he wouldn’t be fazed. Weren’t boys supposed to have some kind of built-in filter to keep them from getting horny for female relatives? But the hard cock she’d felt against her ass just minutes ago told a different story.
And wasn’t she supposed to have a filter that kept her from getting wet from his excited cock rubbing across her ass? Maybe that faulty wiring ran in the family.
But none of this altered the fact that the single mother’s pussy was wet and aching. How could her own son put her in such a state of need in barely five minutes? With an empty house, Janice pulled up her dress and pushed a couple of fingers into her dripping wet pussy. Her panties were bunched to the side as she pumped her fingers in and out of her hole, her breath now coming in gasps as she relived the feeling of her son’s cock pushing against her ass.
Could it be as big as it felt? Mr. Flanders had gotten hard while fondling her too, but her teenaged son’s bulge put the poor man to shame.
The blonde’s mind was spinning with unspeakable obscenities as she brought her other hand into her panties from the top so she could rub her clit while fucking her fingers. With her sensitive nipples swollen to the max, Janice wished Ty was still there to squeeze them and intensify her climax when it finally came on.
“You like feeling Mommy’s big tits, don’t you, baby,” she mewled as her fingers sloshed loudly in her burning fuck hole. “And you just love shoving that big cock against Mommy’s ass, don’t you. Be a man and shove it right up Mommy’s horny cunt, you naughty fuck!”
Janice felt dizzy while her climax gripped her mind and body in its swirling intensity. Her knees nearly buckled as she came, even squirting into her panties and around her rapidly pumping fingers. She cried out with the most intense waves of pleasure and then her cries subsided into loud gasps as the palpitations in her cunt finally ebbed away.
The woman was dazed, her hands still shoved in her panties as she leaned against the counter and caught her breath. Her hands finally came out of her panties while the fog of lust slowly cleared from her brain. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done but at least she could just laugh it off as a one-time lapse in judgement. As long as no one, especially Tyler himself, ever knew she had masturbated to a knee-weakening climax to thoughts of her horny son everything would be fine.
But now Janice’s panties were ruined. She slipped them off right there in the kitchen and carried them upstairs, first tossing them in the laundry hamper in the bathroom before going to her room to get a fresh pair. As she looked through her panty drawer, she picked up various pair, asking herself which ones Tyler would like. She smiled wickedly to herself, deciding he’d probably like one of her thongs the most. She’d noticed him looking at her ass almost often as her tits. She ended up putting on one of her favorites, a thong in pink, stretchy lace that cupped her pussy mound so snugly it showed a striking image of her camel toe.
The beautiful young mother then caught sight of her reflection in her full length mirror. The dress she put on that morning was her current favorite for hot days when she was mostly at home. It was a short, floral print sundress with a halter style top that still opened low enough to reveal plenty of her creamy, abundant cleavage. Her ass and thighs were firm and supple despite being on the thick side. Her hem came to about mid-thigh, showing enough leg to be alluring without being overtly revealing.
The top, however, was a different story. The plunging neckline showed more cleavage than would’ve seemed decent in most situations. Tyler could easily have slipped his hands inside it and felt up her tits in the flesh. The thought made her body shiver in a strange way. The idea seemed exciting and wrong all at once. She was relieved her son hadn’t shown the audacity to push his hands inside her dress, but she realized she would have to be more careful about the way she dressed around him now that he was a good looking young man with a young man’s physical needs, not to mention a twisted interest in his mother’s huge tits.
Janice thought she should change into something less revealing before Tyler came back. Remove the temptation and his behavior should go back to normal. The proposition felt kind of sad, but she was convinced it was for the best. Something much more prim and conservative should do the trick and keep her boy’s hormones in check. Maybe she should even wear a bra, which she almost never did at home, and only about half the time outside the house due to the types of outfits she usually wore.
The curvaceous mother slipped off her dress and looked at herself again in the mirror. She had to admit she looked really good in nothing but her scant panties despite her age and extra extravagant curves. It made her giggle out loud to wonder what Tyler would think if he could see her just as she was. With a naughty smile, she hooked her finger in the V of her panties and pulled it out of the way, imagining she was flashing her bald pussy at her son. Another wave of butterflies rose up from her lower tummy and she pulled her hand away, letting her panties snap back into place.
“What a naughty little slut you are,” she told her reflection. But then she asked herself what was happening to her as she went into her walk-in closet.
Going through her wardrobe, Janice realized the only prim looking clothes she had were totally wrong for the warm, summer weather. She’d roast herself alive if she covered up that much. As she flipped one hanger after another along the rod, her mind naturally shifted to the question of what Tyler would think about her various outfits. In the process of choosing an outfit, it was as if her decision to cover herself had never even come up. It simply wasn’t her natural default mode.
Tyler had seen her before in most of what she had in her closet, but there was a new pair of denim cutoffs she hadn’t worn yet and a clingy, white tank top with spaghetti straps. The top was cut low, but not as low the dress she’d been wearing before. It did cling to her melons like skin, though. But the deciding factor for Janice was that the outfit was new, from a shopping trip to mall just a few days ago, and Tyler hadn’t seen her in either the top or the shorts. The idea of pleasing him overpowered her previously “sensible” idea.
Janice brought her new shorts and top into the bedroom and laid them down on her mattress. First, she pulled on the shorts, which now seemed tighter than when she tried them on at the store. That didn’t seem too bad until she twisted her upper body to get an idea of how they looked from behind. The lower part of each, spherical ass cheek was clearly revealed as the frayed hem rode in an arc over her ass.
“Oh, my,” she said quietly. “These are a lot skimpier than I thought.” She studied herself a moment or two more, realizing the shorts made her ass look spectacular. “Tyler will love these,” she whispered to herself with a coy smile.
She then pulled on the top. It took a moment to stretch and pull it into place. It hugged her upper torso and bulbous tits like an extra layer of skin, leaving her tummy exposed. Technically, it covered more of her tits than the dress, but it highlighted the shape of her globes almost as much as if they were naked. The material was much thinner than her dress. She wondered what Tyler would’ve thought if he’d been fondling her jugs through this top instead of the dress. As she looked in the mirror, she realized her areolas were faintly visible through the well stretched fabric.
Janice attempted to put thoughts of teasing her son out of her mind as she tried to find ways to keep herself busy the next few hours. But every thirty or forty minutes, she found herself wondering where he was. When was he coming home? What was he going to think when he saw her? How would that big, young cock feel rubbing against her ass with half of it hanging out of her shorts?
“Just. Stop!” she kept telling herself. “He’s your son, you ditzy slut!”
Trying to keep busy, Janice turned on the AC to cool the house down. In the meantime, she thought she’d go to the grocery store and pick up a few things. They didn’t really need anything, but she was anxious and needed to kill time. It would be cool inside the store, and she’d sometimes seen other women out shopping in outfits like hers so there wasn’t any need to change.
It felt nice and cool inside the market as Janice pushed her cart up and down the aisles. Ten minutes into her shopping and the cart was still empty. She was distracted, enjoying the looks she was getting from men and the dirty looks she got from a few women. At least there was no one she knew there, until she went from one aisle to the next and ran smack into Mr. Flanders, the man who’d been feeling her tits at his backyard party the night before. He was overjoyed to run into Janice, and his eyes roamed hungrily over her curves in the outfit she had on.
They made some typical small talk, but Arnie Flanders was barely able to keep eye contact the whole time. His gaze was roaming all over the bulge of Janice’s tits and her smooth, supple thighs. He was an average looking man with a moderate paunch and greying hair. After a couple of minutes, Mr. Flanders leaned toward the blonde and lowered his voice.
“I had a great time last night,” he told her in a suggestive tone. “I hope you did, too.”
Janice gave him a coy smile, remembering how excited he was the night before getting a chance to feel up the most impressive tits in their neighborhood. Even though he’d been doing it on the sly so his wife wouldn’t find out, she thought it was actually pretty sweet. Janice only knew him as a friendly neighbor, and despite his being a covert horndog, he was a pretty nice man and well-liked by their other neighbors. The Flanders’ backyard parties were always well attended. Janice couldn’t help wondering how many of his other female neighbors had he felt up at those parties.
On an average day, Janice would’ve made some pleasant small talk and moved on with her shopping, but this wasn’t an average day. The man she was chatting pleasantly with in the grocery store was the same man who had his hands all over her luscious tits the night before. Then there was her own son feeling them and boldly pressing his cock against her ass that morning and she couldn’t stop thinking about what was going to happen when he got back home. The voluptuous blonde found herself in a confusing state of mind, to say the least, with a warm, aching pussy that wouldn’t stop responding.
“Oh, it was such a nice party. I had a lovely time,” Janice told the man, purposely being vague.
Flanders took a long, obvious and wholly inappropriate look at Janice’s tits. Apparently, their encounter from the night before was giving him the impression he had permission to openly eye-fuck his succulently built blonde neighbor.
“It could’ve been a lot lovelier,” he said. “If it weren’t for all the people complicating things.”
“Like your wife, for instance,” Janice said with a teasing smile.
Flanders blushed but gave her wicked grin. “Well, she’s not here now,” he pointed out. “We could always go out to my car and finish what we started last night.”
Janice nearly laughed. As far as she was concerned, they hadn’t started anything. But she realized the poor man must’ve been left with a painfully swollen cock. She couldn’t help but love that idea. And after the way her son had left her that morning, she also couldn’t stop thinking about some hot male contact. Not that Arnie was especially hot, but at least he wasn’t her son, and she did love the way he couldn’t stop staring at her body. Except now he was finally making eye contact, looking at her expectantly.
Janice shrugged her shoulders, knowing it caused a quake in the front of her top. “Why not?” she replied. “Today’s your lucky day.”
Flanders was grinning as he led Janice out of the store. He left a cart half full of groceries in the aisle. Janice’s cart was completely empty and forgotten. She couldn’t believe she was following Arnie Flanders to his car in the middle of the day. The sheer naughtiness of it was enough to make her heart race. It was almost enough to make her forget the wicked feelings she was getting for Tyler, but not quite. He was in the back of her mind at every step, even when she realized Arnie’s cock was already hard and bulging obviously in the front of his pants.
When they got to Arnie’s SUV, he unlocked it and opened the back door. Janice was relieved to see it had tinted windows. Arnie immediately moved in to kiss her, but Janice pulled away as if by reflex.
“No kissing, Mr. Flanders. That’s personal,” she said as diplomatically as she could.
Arnie shrugged, disappointed but not even close to slowing down. “No problem,” he told her, grabbing the lower hem of her top and pulling it up above her glorious melons. “These beauties are what I really need. Fuck, Janice, you’ve been driving me crazy with these ever since you moved into the neighborhood.”
Janice giggled, happily amused by his obsession with her tits. It gave her ego a nice boost, and now he was already fondling them. Squeezing them and hefting their weight with his hands. He was a little rough and clumsy in his handling of her globes, but her nipples were swollen with sensation and making the damp ache in her pussy reach deeper into her body.
“I think you like my tits,” the blonde snickered.
“They’re amazing and you know it, you fuckin’ tease,” he growled, squeezing her flesh for emphasis.
“Hmm, be nice to my girls or you’ll never see them again,” she warned him, already knowing this would be his first and last chance to sample her jugs.
Arnie suddenly changed his behavior, kneading his neighbor’s huge tits with a much more sensuous touch.
“Mmmm, that’s much better,” Janice sighed. “You may suck my nipples, if you like.”
“Mmmmm, I like, I like,” he told her, leaning forward to take turns suckling the right, then the left.
Janice couldn’t help the fact that her pussy was getting hotter and wetter, but she was resolved not to take off her shorts. Some harmless boob play was one thing, but she wasn’t about to let Arnie fuck her no matter how badly she needed a rigid cock between her legs. She still reached for his crotch and started feeling his cock through his pants. He was hard as a rock. Judging from what she felt rubbing against her ass that morning, Mr. Flanders had about two-thirds of the cock her son had.
When she unzipped his pants, Arnie stopped playing with her tits long enough to help her push his shorts down to his ankles. His stiff cock stood up at about five inches. Janice took him in her hand and began stroking him while he went back to feeling and sucking her tits. The whole situation was amusing but pretty weird, and she figured jacking off her pent-up neighbor would help things go faster. He moaned into her pliant flesh as she jacked him, precum quickly oozing out of the head of his cock.
Flanders had a nice enough cock. Nothing too memorable, but not too bad, either. Janice was just happy to have a man’s horny cock in her hand again. It had been too long. The obligations of a single mother didn’t allow for as much sexual pleasure as she would’ve liked.
Things became much more interesting for Janice when she started to pretend Mr. Flanders was actually Tyler. The sensation of his sucking lips intensified. Her pussy spasmed against the crotch of her shorts and she started stroking him with a more erotic touch.
“Mmmm, you’re so hard for me,” she said, imagining she was speaking her words to her son. “I bet you’re always hard for me. I see how you always look at me, you naughty boy. Do you like it better having me jack your horny prick instead of doing it yourself while you dream about fucking these big, firm tits? Hmmm?”
Arnie was grunting with need, completely oblivious to the fact that Janice’s hot words were meant for the last person he’d ever imagine. But the more Janice talked to him, the more excited he got. Within a couple more minutes, she knew she had him on the edge of an orgasm.
“And now you’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? Cum nice and hard for me. Show me how much you love these gorgeous fucking tits!”
“Oh fuck!” Flanders cried, reaching his peak.
Janice kept jacking the man’s dick, keeping his shaft aimed upward against his own body, making sure his spurts of cum fired straight up onto his shirt. He was practically hyperventilating as the beautiful blonde expertly milked his cock until the front of his shirt was soaked with spunk.
“Oh, fuck, that was good,” Arnie groaned, leaning back against the door.
“Mhmm, nice load, Mr. Flanders.”
She wiped her hand on the dry parts of his shirt, pulled her top back down to cover her tits and opened the door.
“Be sure to give me a call for the next party,” she told him with a wink just before shutting his car door.
Janice didn’t bother going back in the store and crossed the parking lot to her own car. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done, but there was a devious smile on her pretty face. Except for stimulating her sensitive tits enough to make her pussy ache, jerking off Arnie hadn’t done much for her except to boost her confidence. But that was enough to put a spring in her sexy walk. She loved knowing she could still make a man so desperately horny and felt taller and bustier as she walked to her car.
By the time Janice got home, she’d almost forgotten about Mr. Flanders. Being back in her house brought her mind right back to her son and his boldly inappropriate behavior that morning. Her smooth pussy felt like it was broiling with need. Jerking off Arnie had done nothing but drive the ache in her body to higher levels. Her mind was spinning. She felt annoyed that Tyler still wasn’t home as she ached to feel his hands groping her in forbidden ways. It was even more annoying the only cock she’d gotten to touch that day was Arnie’s. The one she really wanted to feel, to grip and stroke until it spurted, was the one she’d felt rubbing against her ass that morning. Her very own son’s.
“Damn you, Tyler,” she muttered to herself. “How dare you put your own mother in this terrible condition?”
Tyler didn’t come home until the very late afternoon when his mother was usually getting something ready for dinner. When the handsome teen came in the house, Janice was in the kitchen putting together a couple of cold dishes for dinner since it was too hot to do any cooking. She frowned at her boy when he walked into the room, seeing only her upper body as the island counter was in between them. She caught his eyes take a long detour to the enormous bulging of her tits in the top she had on, almost expecting him to come around the counter and start groping them like he did that morning. But he caught the unhappy look on her face and hesitated.
“So now you just take off all day without calling or even a text to let me know where you are?” she admonished him. “Maybe I should be setting stricter rules around here.”
“I’m sorry, Mom. I’ll be better about that, I promise.”
“Hmm. Maybe you were avoiding me after whatever you call that behavior of yours this morning.”
Tyler blushed but also grinned, but he wiped the grin off his face when he spotted his mother’s stern expression. If he only knew how much she was aching to feel his hands intimately on her body again. Her nipples were once again swollen and forming obvious knots in her top.
“Well you’re in charge of the dishes and kitchen cleanup tonight,” she said. He looked relieved to be getting off easily. “And whatever else I think of later on,” she added.
As always, they ate together at the dining table. It was a routine that developed after Tyler’s father left. Janice never had to tell him he had to be home at a certain time for dinner. He always showed up no matter what was going on during the day. There were plenty of times he might’ve gone back out after eating, but it became an unspoken sort of ritual for them. With only two of them living together, it would’ve been so easy for them to drift apart. Janice couldn’t help admiring her loyal boy for hanging on to the little things that made them feel more like a family.
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