The wooden floors of Lincoln County High School creaked under Larry Thompson’s size-13 sneakers as he burst through the infirmary door. At 18, he was the star of the basketball team—tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of athletic build that made the local girls swoon and the farmers bet good money on Friday night games. But right now, the only thing on his mind was the unbearable pressure in his groin.
The championship game against rival Cedar Falls was in less than two hours, and his balls felt like they were about to explode. Coach had warned them about “saving energy,” but Larry knew the truth: if he didn’t empty his heavy sack, he’d be useless on the court.
“Mom?” His voice cracked slightly as he locked the door behind him.
Vanessa Thompson looked up from her small desk in the corner of the infirmary. At 38, she was still the most beautiful woman in town. As the school nurse, she wore a crisp white uniform that hugged her full, heavy breasts and flared hips. The top buttons were always a little strained, giving anyone who dared look a generous view of her deep, soft cleavage. Her auburn hair was pinned up neatly, but a few rebellious strands framed her heart-shaped face and full red lips.
“Larry, honey, what’s wrong?” She stood up quickly, her breasts jiggling with the motion. The way the sunlight from the high window caught her chest made his cock twitch violently in his shorts.
He shifted uncomfortably, his erection already tenting the front of his basketball shorts obscenely. “I… I can’t play like this, Mom. It’s too much. I need to… release before the game. Coach says focus, but all I can think about is how full my balls are.”
Vanessa’s green eyes widened, but she didn’t look away. A flush crept up her neck and across the tops of her breasts. Mother and son had danced around this forbidden attraction for months—stolen glances, “accidental” touches, late-night talks where her hand would rest too long on his thigh. The isolation of small-town Iowa during the hard times had drawn them closer than was proper.
“Oh, sweetheart…” She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You poor thing. Come here. Let Mommy help you.”
She took his hand and led him behind the privacy screen where the examination cot was. The room smelled of iodine and lavender soap. Larry’s heart hammered as she turned to face him, her fingers already working the top buttons of her uniform.
The fabric parted like curtains, revealing a lacy white bra that barely contained her magnificent tits. Deep, creamy cleavage spilled over the cups, and her nipples were already stiff peaks pressing against the thin material.
“Mom… you’re so beautiful,” he breathed, his hand reaching out instinctively to cup one heavy breast. It overflowed his palm, soft and warm.
Vanessa moaned softly, arching into his touch. “We shouldn’t… but you need this. And Mommy needs it too.”
She sat on the edge of the cot and slowly spread her legs. The white skirt of her nurse’s uniform rode up her thighs, revealing smooth stockings and the soft, pale skin above them. Larry dropped to his knees between her spread thighs like he was praying.
Her panties were already damp. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and slid them down, exposing her neatly trimmed bush and puffy, glistening pussy lips.
“Look what you do to me, baby,” she whispered, spreading her legs wider. Her pink inner folds parted, revealing the wet entrance that had given birth to him. “Mommy’s cunt is aching for her big strong son.”
Larry groaned and shoved his shorts down. His massive cock sprang free—thick, veined, and throbbing, the head already slick with pre-cum. Vanessa’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight.
“Stroke it for Mommy first,” she cooed, leaning back on her elbows so her tits nearly spilled completely out of the bra. “Show me how badly you need to cum.”
He wrapped his fist around his shaft and began jerking, eyes locked on her spread pussy and heaving cleavage. The wet sounds of his hand filled the small room. Vanessa reached down and spread her pussy lips wider with two fingers, giving him a perfect view of her dripping hole.
“That’s it, Larry… jerk that big cock for your school nurse Mommy. Think about filling me up. Think about pumping all that thick cum deep inside the pussy that made you.”
His strokes grew faster, more desperate. He leaned forward, rubbing the swollen head of his dick along her wet slit, coating himself in her juices.
“Mom… I’m so close already,” he gasped.
“Not yet,” Vanessa said firmly, her voice thick with lust. She reached out and took his cock in her soft hand, stroking him slowly while her other hand squeezed her own breast. “I want you inside me when you cum. Mommy wants her son to fill her completely.”
She guided his cock to her entrance. Larry pushed forward, and with one long thrust, he buried himself balls-deep in his own mother’s tight, welcoming cunt.
“Oh fuuuuck, Mom!” he cried out, the sensation overwhelming.
Vanessa’s head fell back, a loud moan escaping her lips. “Yes, baby! Fuck Mommy’s pussy. Use me before your big game.”
He started thrusting hard, the cot creaking beneath them. Her big tits bounced wildly with every powerful stroke. He buried his face between them, motorboating her cleavage while he pounded her soaked hole.
The wet slapping sounds of flesh on flesh echoed in the infirmary. Vanessa wrapped her stocking-clad legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.
“Harder, Larry! Fill Mommy up! I want to feel your cum flooding my womb!”
His balls tightened. The pressure that had been building all day reached its breaking point. He slammed into her one final time, burying himself as deep as possible.
“I’m cumming, Mom! I’m filling you up!”
Thick ropes of hot, potent cum erupted from his cock, painting her insides white. Spurt after spurt flooded her pussy, so much that it started leaking out around his shaft and dripping down her ass onto the cot.
Vanessa came with him, her walls clenching and milking every drop from her son’s balls. “Yes! Cum in Mommy! Fill your school nurse with all that young seed!”
They stayed locked together, panting, his cock still twitching inside her cum-filled cunt. Vanessa stroked his hair tenderly, kissing the top of his head.
“Feel better, baby?” she whispered.
“Much better,” he murmured against her cleavage. “I’m gonna win that game for you, Mom.”
She smiled, squeezing her inner muscles around his softening cock, keeping his cum deep inside her. “Good boy. Now go win. And maybe after the game… Mommy will need another check-up.”
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