The Club part 2

Kyle watched as his best friend Josh drove off. He really liked Josh and his mother, as his own mother Heather, did. Kyle’s mother stood next to her big son, or ‘big man’ as she loved to call him – and he loved it too. He loved the way he was so much bigger then his mother; he felt like her protector and he always believed that while he was around, no one could hurt her. His mother Heather, for her part loved how it felt to have such a big, strong son who was totally devoted to her. Heather knew that Kyle’s love for her was unquestionable. As usual she had her arm linked in his and wondered at his expression as he watched his friend drive away. She wondered if he was sad because Josh was more like a brother to him, even if they were an odd pairing and they were going their separate ways home. But no… something told Heather it was more than that this time, there was something else going on in her son’s mind, and she wondered what. However, Heather had learnt from when Kyle was a small child, that she only had to wait and Kyle would tell her everything; so long ago she thought and tightened her arm in his as she snuggled into his powerful arm,. She knew there was no point in trying to get it out of him before he was ready, so she would wait. Now Kyle began to walk them to their car, and he tilted his head quite a way to rest on the top of hers as they walked. Heather loved it when her ‘big man’ did this.

Kyle had been thinking how hard the task before his best friend Josh, would be. He knew that within 1 hour of arriving home, his task would be complete; but poor Josh was so small and skinny and with such a small dick. Not much to offer his mother, thought Kyle. On the other hand Kyle knew that all it would take would be for himself to tell his mother his desire for her, and she would more than willingly submit. In fact Kyle was sure his mother would be a very enthusiastic partner. How did Kyle know this? That was easy.

He ran through the ‘hows’ one more time in his mind as his mother drove out of the camp car park. In fact as she did, one of the ‘hows’ was evident; she had her left hand resting on her son’s thigh. She had been doing this for as long as Kyle could remember, and it was resting very high up his thigh too – within an inch of his monster. Like the rest of him, Kyle’s dick was big. It must have been 8 inches when fully erect. He knew that some people boast of 10, 11 even 12 inches, but he also knew most of those claims were bullshit. Even the legendary John Holmes wasn’t as big as some men claim they are, and John Holmes couldn’t even obtain completely hard erection – Kyle had seen some of his movies. Jeremy could do anything; even get porno movies for The Clan to watch. Kyle, like the others, had learnt so much from them. He smiled to himself at the semi hard John Holmes, because that was all Holmes’ body was capable of – maybe he would collapse if he had a real hard erection, Kyle thought to himself and smiled again.

What else did Kyle know to make him think his mother would easily be his lover? Well, she loved to have him in her bed and found all sorts of excuses, such as fear of thunder storms, very cold nights that weren’t that cold, a bit of a scare at work or when driving home or anything else she could think of. Then there was there was way she insisted they sit together on the couch as they watched TV. Kyle had to sit in the corner of the couch with his right leg out straight down the length of the couch along the back, and his left foot on the floor. This opened his legs enough for his mother to snuggle into her son’s big, hard body between his legs. Heather would sit with her knees drawn up, no matter how short her dress, skirt or nighty was, and as her head rested on his big chest she would have her arms wrapped around her knees. Heather would always insist that Kyle cup the top of the back of her right thigh with his right hand – placing it inches from her panties, and his left arm she wanted across her chest above her breasts. Both mother and son were completely comfortable with this, as Kyle had been sitting with Heather like this for some years.

And if that wasn’t enough to convince Kyle his mother would jump at his proposal he was going to spring on her once they were home, then there was one final piece of Heather’s actions that alone would have convinced him of her enthusiastic compliance. Heather loved to touch her son. She was forever hugging him, kissing him, holding his hand or linking her arm in his. She would caress him absent mindedly, and not just the shoulders like some mothers, oh no. At home, behind closed doors and away from prying eyes, Heather would run her hands over his chest, tummy, butt, everywhere but his dick. In fact Kyle knew that once, his mother got herself so aroused by caressing of her son, she had to leave the room, quite flushed and a little breathless after a series of ‘ooos’ and ‘ahhs’ as her hands ran over his hard body. Kyle had quietly followed her to her bedroom, where he heard her moan to a buzzing noise. As he put all this together, for the thousandth time in his mind as they drove home, Kyle was convinced once again.

About half an hour from home, Kyle decided to put to the test his conclusion about his mother.