The Caraballo family consisted of Wayne, Lillian, and their son James. They lived in a ranch in the Midwestern part of the United States, away from the chaos and judgments of modern society. If you saw where and how they lived, you would think they were living in the 1970s.

Lillian, 34, grew up poor and met Wayne when she left home at eighteen looking for work. She found stability with him at the ranch, and it wasn’t long before she ended up pregnant and making wedding arrangements. She was now a happy housewife except for the fact that her sexual needs would only get mildly satisfied once in a blue moon when Wayne, 58, was able to perform. He had battled erectile dysfunction and obesity most of his adult life, but he refused to seek professional help out of distrust and embarrassment. He was a prideful man who wasn’t willing to admit he had a sexual problem even to his wife. When he didn’t say he was too tired to perform, he would scold his wife about controlling her sexual desires.

Being just them three at the ranch, they had raised James, 16, to their own accepted morals and religious beliefs. He was by no means ignorant to what was out there, to what was moral and immoral, but he wasn’t like the average teenager who lived through online interactions. However, one thing he did have in common with every teenager his age on the planet was an insatiable sexual appetite and curiosity.

While they weren’t a nudist family, James would often rinse his toned naked body in the backyard after a hard day’s work. Recently, Lillian had been observing him while she did the dishes, and she couldn’t help but innocently notice his abdomen and what hung between his legs.

Maybe what they say in those women’s magazines about penis size is true, she thought. They come in different shapes and sizes.

“I wanna have a little fun tonight, babe,” Wayne said, startling her and pinching her ass through her loose jeans.

“Uh, yeah, that sounds great, honey,” she said, nervously fixing her hair. “It’s been a while.”

That night, after watching a movie with their son in the living room, they went up to their room and got after it like teenagers on their first hot date. They kissed and groped each other until all their clothes were on the bedroom floor.

Lillian dropped to her knees to get him as hard as possible before getting on all fours in their marital bed, ready to be penetrated. She would have loved for him to reciprocate but cunnilingus was out of the question for him, and he would have lost his erection in that time anyways.

Wayne placed one hand on her ass and guided his cock to her mildly aroused pussy with the other. He parted her lips with his head and penetrated her bit by bit. It was the best feeling in the world for him, one that he didn’t get to experience often, so he made sure to enjoy every second when he did.

“Feels so good, honey,” she lied.

The feeling of his rough hands contrasted with the soft skin of her hips as he eagerly thrusted into her.

While she took his best effort, she wondered to herself, not only does he feel small, but he can’t even get a full erection. What would a bigger and harder penis feel like?

A couple of minutes of pumping into her and he was breathing heavier, approaching his climax.

He’s already gonna finish? I guess I can’t be disappointed since he wasn’t going to make me orgasm anyways, she thought.

“Uunngg,” he groaned, pushing his hips forward and shooting two small ropes of cum into her.

“That was quicker than usual, but it was great,” she lied once again.

“Sorry about that, babe. It’s been a while like you said,” he explained.

“No worries, as long as you enjoyed it,” she said, rolling her eyes in annoyance as she barely felt him pull out of her.

Satisfied, he fell asleep quickly, but she had a tough time doing so. Her hand found its way down her panties to rub her clitoris in a gentle, circular motion.

Maybe I should get one of those vibrators or dildos they advertise in the magazines. Yeah, a big dildo…the size of my son’s penis, she fantasized, making herself blush and orgasm at the same time.

The following day, after breakfast, her husband and son were outside working on a new shed, so she used the opportunity to look for the sex toy advertisement in one of the women’s magazines she had hidden in a shoe box in the closet. She eagerly flipped through the pages until the pictures of the multitude of sex toys appeared before her eyes.

Her pussy was swollen with excitement by the time she placed the magazine down on the nightstand to pick up the phone and dial the number. She rubbed her thighs together while she waited to be connected to a representative.

“Yes, Jennifer, I would like to order a dildo,” she said, feeling her heart pound inside her chest.

“Very well, do you have a specific one in mind, or would you like to hear the product details?” Jennifer asked.

Blushing, she replied, “I looked them over in the magazine advertisement and I think I’d like the Big Boy dildo.”

“Excellent choice, that is our best seller. Would that be all for your purchase or can I interest you in some of our other adult items?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes, that would be all for now,” she answered, making a mental note to ask about their lingerie on another occasion.

“Great, so now let me take down your information and payment method,” Jennifer continued.

“Wait, do y’all accept payment other than a credit card?” she asked, realizing this could be an obstacle.

“Sorry, we no longer accept checks or money orders,” Jennifer replied. “But if you’d like, I can help you locate a store near you.”

“Oh, I thought…nevermind,” she said, hanging up the phone in the disappointment that this was a near impossible venture.

Bummed out, she went to the bathroom to angrily throw the magazine in the trashcan.

Get a fucking grip, Lillian! When did you become this sex-crazed woman with ridiculous ideas? You are living in the middle of nowhere, away from modern society for fuck’s sake, she reprimanded herself.

A couple of weeks went by with no sex, no sight of her son’s penis and no more sexually driven ideas. Her frustration had killed off her sexual appetite completely.

It wasn’t until the monthly women’s magazine arrived that the fire between her legs was reignited due to a couple of pages of sexual confessions from anonymous women. The one that interested her the most was a woman talking about why size matters and detailing how her orgasms were different and more pleasurable with a bigger penis.

One sentence in particular stuck with her: Once you realize that size matters to achieve an A-spot orgasm, there is no going back.

A few days later, her husband was out on his monthly trip to the grocery and hardware stores, and she went into her son’s room to ask if he wanted breakfast.

He was asleep and uncovered in bed, except for his tight boxers that were struggling to hold in his massive member. She quietly walked towards the bed, with her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes moved from his toned abs down to the outline of his penis through the thin fabric of his navy blue boxers.

Oh my, it is bigger than I thought, she marveled, noticing how his tip was nearly coming out of the left leg opening on his boxers. It is much longer and thicker than Wayne’s.

She swallowed hard and covered her son up with his blanket, deciding not to wake him up to avoid an uncomfortable situation.

Back in her room, she furiously rubbed her clitoris, fantasizing about taking a bigger penis. She didn’t care if it was her own son’s or not, if it was moral or not, she had to experience what those women raved about in the magazines.

For the following month, she brainstormed plans to see her son’s naked penis up close in all its glory. Some of the plans were ridiculous, some were too complicated, and the others were downright fantasies that kept her up at night and ended with her hand down her panties. One thing was clear, her descent into depravity had officially begun.

By the time her husband’s next monthly trip approached, she had finalized a plan for a Saturday morning alone with her son. The plan revolved around having him help with some gardening in the backyard and it made her pussy melt by thinking about how devious it was and the possibilities it could bring.

When the day arrived, she woke up early and changed into the sexiest outfit she had. It was a dark emerald green tank top with matching skintight booty shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass cheeks and no underwear since she didn’t have anything that wasn’t plain and boring.

Squatting to lift those heavy boxes with the guys has helped shaped my butt, she thought, looking at the reflection of her little shorts wedging between her ass cheeks.

By the time she got out to the backyard, her son was already there shirtless and ready to work.

“It’s gonna be a hot day, so I hope you don’t mind my outfit,” she told him.

“Not at all. You look great, mom,” he complimented her.

She had previously outlined the tasks they would do, so they got to it without wasting any time. While they worked, they stole glances of each other. She admired his toned abs and arms while he checked out her perky breasts and ass in her tight outfit.

At one point, she caught him looking at her ass and said in her motherly tone, “Hey, watch your eyes, mister.”

Blushing, he replied, “Those shorts are just digging in there. It’s hard not to look, mom.”

“I know, I’m just teasing ya. I haven’t worn these shorts in forever and I think my butt’s gotten bigger since then,“ she flirted.

“It must have. I’m gonna have to ask Dad,” he joked.

“I doubt he’s noticed, hon,” she said.

“Wait, how’s that even possible?” he asked.

“I guess he’s not attentive like you,” she said, taking it further.

Being a curious teenager, he asked, “But, like, wouldn’t he notice when you know… you are together?”

“Well, we aren’t together often,” she said, running her forearm across her sweaty forehead.

“Oh, er, I didn’t know,” he said. “I mean, if I was… nevermind.”

“If you were what, baby?” she asked with the confidence of a lioness in front of her cub.

Turning bright red, he stammered, “Well, er, if I was a husband I would make sure to, uh, check all the boxes.”

“Well, that’s a box he can’t check due to his erectile dysfunction,” she said bluntly.

“Oh, er, I see,” he said.

To get out of the uncomfortable situation, Lillian got the garden hose and sprayed her son with it. He playfully tried juking and ducking but she kept the water directly on him until he was soaking wet, and his shorts outlined his semi-erect penis.

“Hey, stop that, mom!” he playfully yelled.

“Relax, baby, it’s pretty hot out here,” she smiled, handing him the water hose. “Get me wet, baby.”

He hesitated for a second before spraying the water just above her breasts and slowly down to her abdomen and legs.

Now or never, Lillian, she thought as she began removing her tank top.

“Mom, er, what are you doing?” he asked in a mixture of disbelief and excitement.

“Might as well,” she said playfully. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen you naked before.”

“Oh, uh, you have?” he asked, admiring her naked perky breasts and pink nipples.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you rinse off out here from the kitchen,” she confessed.

While his overloaded brain processed her words, she walked by him to turn off the hose.

“So what’s it gonna be? Take off your shorts and I take off mine?” she proposed, caressing his abs, and working her way down to the waistband of his shorts.

“But, uh, what about Dad?” he asked.

Hooking her fingers on the waistband and pulling his shorts down, she responded, “He doesn’t have to find out.”

Her plan had worked, she now had her son’s cock in full display, and she wasted no time getting her hands on it. One hand cupped his balls and the other ran along his impressive, veiny length.

“It’s beautiful and I want it in me,” she said, gently squeezing his shaft and leading him to one of the backyard chairs.

Sitting back on the chair, he watched in amazement as she turned around, spread her legs apart and slowly reached down to grab her ankles. Her ass was mere inches from his face, covered only by her soaked shorts. She caressed her toned legs as she came up to a standing position only to bend over again when she peeled off her shorts. She stepped out of them and spread her ass cheeks to reveal her glistening pink holes to her son.

He grabbed her hips, pulling her close enough to kiss both of her round cheeks.

“You like mommy’s ass, don’t ya?” she teased, looking back at him and running her hand through his wet hair.

“It’s perfect,” he said before burying his face between her cheeks to tongue her asshole.

“Oh, baby,” she said, pressing his head tighter against her and enjoying anilingus for the first time.

She pushed him back on the chair and placed her hands on his thighs to support herself as she squatted down until his head touched her swollen lips. With a wiggle of her hips, she lined up his cock with her entrance and slowly dropped her weight on it to take his virginity. Her lips parted and her pussy stretched to accommodate a thickness she had never felt before.

Resting her cheeks on his thighs and feeling the profound penetration, she said, “Your cock feels so fucking good, baby.”

He wasn’t sure what to say in that overwhelming moment. How could he when he was experiencing the feeling of a hot and wet pussy for the first time, even if it was his own mother’s.

She moved her hips in a circular motion, rubbing his head on her cervix and thought, I’m so sorry Wayne but bigger is better.

“I can’t believe we are doing this, mom,” he said, not sure if out loud or just in his head.

She pushed off his thighs until his head nearly came out of her pussy and dropped her weight once again. She got into the rhythm of grinding her hips when she felt the jolt of his tip hitting her deepest zone and then going back up his length. It was a position and feeling she had never experienced with her husband.

“You better believe it, baby,” she said. “This is fucking real.”

He sat back and watched his shaft disappear when her wet cheeks bounced on his thighs. Every time his cock came into view, there was more of his mother’s white pussy cream on it.

“Aahhnngg,” she moaned at the depth of the stimulation and threw her head back, letting her raven black hair fall freely.

Feeling the overwhelming sensation of her pussy, he bit his lower lip to muster every bit of strength he had to stop himself from erupting inside of her.

She continued bouncing on him until her legs tired and the hot sun began hitting her face. She dismounted him and said, “Here baby, let me get on the chair.”

She got in the doggy style position in the chair and looked back at him as he positioned himself behind her. Her eyes remained locked on his face, watching him bite his lower lip as he looked down to run his engorged head over her slit and gently push himself in. His eyes then found hers, making contact as inch by inch of his cock disappeared into the most forbidden place in the world.

She gave in first, breaking eye contact by closing her eyes and letting out a moan, “Ohmm.”

She turned her head around, gripped the top of the chair and thought, I can actually feel him stretching me and reaching spots Wayne never could.

One final push of his hips forward and his cock was entirely buried in her pussy, with her ass cheeks pressed against his body.

“Oh, baby, I’ve never felt this full,” she said.

Feeling a sense of pride rush over him, he teased, “Looks like I am bigger than Dad.”

“So much bigger, so much fucking bigger,” she said through her clenched teeth.

He parted her ass cheeks and watched her puckering asshole as he pulled his length nearly all the way out of her gripping pussy before pushing himself back into her.

“How does that feel, mom?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “You like my big cock?”

She responded by moving up and throwing her ass back on him, making her cheeks clap against his body.

“Oh god, yes! I love your big fucking cock!” she screamed.

She continued pushing her ass back on his thighs, feeling a delicious pain every time she impaled her cervix on his cock.

“Your cheeks feel so good,” he said, marveling at the sight of them bouncing on his pole.

He firmly grabbed her hips and began fucking her with deep and long strokes that made her pussy squelch.

Feeling a powerful orgasm about to take her over the edge, she thought, This is what those women raved about in their confessions. The elusive A-spot orgasm that only a deep fucking can give you.

He continued pistoning into her cervix until he felt himself get close, “I’m gon…I’m gonna cum,” he warned.

“Keep going, baby. Mommy’s almost there,” she encouraged.

“Ahhnngg, fuucckk,” he groaned, trying his best not to disappoint her.

If you saw them at this moment, you would think that they were an amateur couple filming a porno in their backyard. The truth was that they didn’t know anything about the world of online porn, they were just two horny individuals in the middle of nowhere succumbing to the most prohibited taboo.

Her face flushed and contorted while her pussy leaked...