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Subject: {ASSM} G.H. Lawrence's "Built For One Thing" - Part Two
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Built For One Thing Ch. 2
by G. H. Lawrence

So Dad was home, for a couple of weeks at least, and life dropped back
into its dull summer routine. Dad worked, I worked out and Mom kept
her gorgeous figure toned by doing laps in the pool. I felt as though
a fleeting, sexual game of musical chairs had been played, with Mom
and me getting naked and fucking, my big cock pounding her pussy and
squirting cum on her face in perfect time to one of those screechy Bon
Jovi tunes on the Billboard chart that month. But the party had ended
when Dad opened the front door. Mom kept sleeping with Dad, of course,
and I slept alone. Worse, fucking Mom hadn't so much as put a chisel
to my rock-hard desire for her; I wanted her more than ever.

Dad didn't notice anything amiss. (Then again, it's not like he'd ever
suspect his wife and son of screwing each other. What she and I had
done was so unthinkable, it carried a built-in alibi.) He and I had
manly discussions about the upcoming NFL season-our one topic of
mutual interest-and he even accompanied me to the gym a couple of
times. Four, five minutes on the treadmill and he was done for. Call
the paramedics. Call Domino's and ask for extra cheese. Call Richard
Simmons and tell him to get his sissy ass over here and whip my father
into shape.

As for Mom, her ultra-busty shape didn't need any help. One morning
when I got a nice long look at her in profile, her big tits were
stretching a thin T-shirt like two springy water balloons and her
curvaceous ass was rounding out a pair of tight cotton slacks. My cock
got hard so fast I felt my underwear rip. I had to have her again. I
was losing my mind.

She, on the other hand, acted like nothing had happened. She was as
flirtatious as ever-but in a knowing, teasing way. She'd walk up and
throw her arms around me, arching her back to rub her massive breasts
against me and sliding her hands down to my ass. She'd coo with lust,
then she'd let go and walk away before I could return the favor.

When I made overtures, her roadblocks went up. Once when I came home
for lunch after a long morning at the gym, I found her lounging by the
pool in a white bikini I'd never seen on her.

"It's new," she said with a naughty grin, and her eyes led mine down
her body. The triangle cups strained against her huge tits like
patches on inner tubes; lower down, beneath her flat, oil-slicked
tummy and between the womanly flare of her hips, a tiny triangle of
fabric revealed a maddening wisp of her beaver at its top edge. "Looks
like you like it," she said, gazing at my crotch.

I looked down. My cock was tenting monstrously in my sweatpants like a
ten-inch lead pipe. I kneeled down and ran my tongue along her
cleavage. It was a long trip. Her skin tasted like coconut.

Her nipples sprouted under the bikini, but she gripped my shoulders
and gently nudged me away. "Bobby, we can't," she said.

So the sexual drought dragged on, and I started getting used to it.
I'd spent half of my life wanting to bang Mom, so the frustration was
nothing new. I hung out at Frieda's Diner with my buddies. I started
football training camp. I watched Mom's big tits jiggle around the
house and I thought back on that unbelievable night.

Then I unknowingly found Mom's weak spot. I asked a girl out.

Her name was Rachel and she was a varsity cheerleader. She was nicely
built-nothing like Mom, of course, but she had smooth legs and a set
of D-cups. A guy who'd gone with her the previous year told me she was
a good fuck. Two or three dates and jackpot. At least it would take my
mind off Mom for a while.

Mom's eyebrows shot up in alarm when I told her my plans for the
evening. "Oh, really?" she said as we stood in the kitchen drinking
tomato juice. Then her lips pursed in the usual pouting routine, but
the humor was absent. She almost sounded bitter when she asked,
"Rachel, eh? Is she prettier than me, Bobby?"

I tried to match her earnest tone. "No, Mom. No woman is as gorgeous
as you."

"Okay," she whispered, her eyes glimmering with tears. She hurried out
of the room.

"Mom?"

"Have a good time, sweetie-bear," she said, her voice breaking and
fading away. I could tell she was heading up the stairs to her
bedroom. A second later the door slammed.

She needn't have worried. My date with Rachel turned out boring and I
couldn't wait to get home. She droned on about the chemistry class she
flunked and how Donny Blake was a dick. I liked Donny and couldn't pay
her much lip service on that one. Instead I pulled onto a side street
and paid her some of the other kind of lip service. She was a decent
kisser but she stopped my hand when I slipped it under her sweater.

"I like you, Bobby, but that's as far as I want to go on the first
date."

"Sure, okay," I said. I drove her home and she gave me a long, juicy
kiss goodnight. She probably was a good fuck, just like Donny the dick
said. I told her I'd call her.

II

Mom didn't ask about my evening the next day and seemed just as
cheerful as ever. In fact, she was more flirtatious than ever. As I
was storing some boxes on a high shelf in the pantry, she came up
behind me and squeezed my shoulders. "Mmm, nice and big," she purred.
"You're big in all the right places." She scrubbed her breasts against
my back and ran one hand lightly over my crotch.

This banter kept my cock hard all day. And it got better. Around five
that evening, she turned her back to me and said, apropos of nothing,
"How does my butt look, honey? Is it firm and curvy enough?"

I looked down. She was wearing her tightest, sexiest jeans, a pair of
faded Levis with small back pockets and a narrow cut that clung to her
wide hips and sumptuous ass like wet tissue paper.

"It looks great," I said.

She spun around and my eyes ventured back up. "How about my big rack?"
she asked. Her huge tits were thrusting up out of a pink,
square-necked tank top, one of the hottest pieces of clothing she
owned. It was stretched so taut over them that I could plainly make
out the lace pattern of a sheer white demi-bra. I almost blew my nuts
in my shorts.

"Think I need to go in for a lift yet?" she asked. "I don't." She
cupped her hands under her globes and hoisted, letting them heave up
and down a couple of times just like she had done that day on the
sidewalk years before. I recognized the same wicked grin on her face,
too.

"Your tits are fantastic," I said. "They're huge and they're perfect."
I took a step toward her. "Watching them bounce up and down like that
makes me want to squeeze and suck them and then put my big dick in
your pussy."

She drew a breath and unzipped her jeans. "Ooh, yeah, Bobby, let me
see your big, thick cock. Then I want you to fuck me with it." She
grasped her jeans at the waist and started pulling them down over her
hips. Then she pulled down her black, high-cut panties and showed me
her beaver.

I reached down and grasped my zipper. My cock was throbbing. It would
break in half if I didn't get it out of my pants and into her cunt.

Then I heard something I didn't want to hear. A car was pulling into
the garage. A BWM 750i. Dad was home.

Taking deep, calming breaths, Mom and I trotted into the living room
and enacted a normal-looking scene. Her jeans were back up, of course,
and she lounged on the sofa with an issue of Redbook. I sat in a
Broyer chair with my feet propped disobediently on the coffee
table-that alone should have signaled everything was fine.

Dad came in and said hello. He sat on the arm of the sofa next to Mom
and seemed more lively than usual. Talking fast, he told us about a
big project at the oil company. The firm was going to buy out some
little outfit called Allied Conduits, and company stock would split
two-for-one.

"Oh, Charles, that's wonderful," Mom said.

"Yeah, it is," I mimicked blankly. I had no idea what the hell he was
talking about.

"Let's go to a movie!" he said.

Mom and I looked at each other. "Sure," we said in unison.

We chose a show early that evening at a multiplex just down the
beltway. After dinner we got ready. Dad snatched his keys from the
kitchen counter and Mom threw a cardigan over her tank top.

But just as we were stepping into the BMW, the phone rang. Dad jogged
back inside. Mom glanced at me and licked her lips. I stared at her
outrageous bustline and felt my balls filling with cum like the fuel
tanks on the Space Shuttle. Would I ever take Mom back into orbit?

Muffled through the door, we could hear Dad's distressed voice in
conversation. Then he came back out with a hangdog look.

"Oh, shit, they've called an emergency board meeting about this
takeover bid. I have to be there. Sorry, kids."

"It's okay, Charles," she said. Luckily, he was too distracted to
notice her lack of disappointment.

"Well, you two have a good time at the movie. I gotta go. Take the
sedan. I'll take your car, Jill." She rolled down the passenger window
and tossed him the keys to her Jag. He fired it up, wheeled around the
front driveway and was gone. I only heard the gears grind once.

I was almost shaking with lust. I steadied myself and slipped into the
driver's seat of the BMW. Mom put her hand on my leg and my stomach
somersaulted. I looked at her. "Do you want to go to the movie or stay
here?" I asked.

"Neither. I want you to take me somewhere where we can strip naked and
you can give it to me, Bobby. You have to put your big ten-inch cock
in me again. I can't wait another day!"

"Jesus."

"I want you to suck my tits and pump my pussy until I scream!" She
practically moaned the words out. Then she leaned over and slid her
tongue into my mouth. I was ready to do her right there in the garage.

She sensed this and broke the kiss. "Come on, honey, drive us
somewhere so we can get down to business. Take me where you take your
dates. What's that place called? The Tunnel? Is that where all the
guys fuck their girlfriends?"

"Yeah." The Tunnel wasn't really a tunnel, just a woodsy back road
north of town with lots of dark little turnouts and very little
traffic.

"Well, I'm your girlfriend now, Bobby. I want you to take me to the
Tunnel and fuck me. I want you to give me a good, long, hot fuck and
then squirt your cum all over me."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, starting the car and backing out of the garage.
"I'm gonna squirt it in my pants if you keep talking like that."

"Then I'll keep quiet until we get there. I'll just rub your big dick
through your jeans."

The drive took about 20 minutes but it seemed like four hours. I tuned
the radio to a rock station and Mom kept massaging my crotch.
Occasionally she'd lean over to stick her tongue in my ear and
whimper.

I swung the car into my favorite turnout, just past a sharp bend in
the road and virtually invisible to passersby. I turned off the engine
and lights and cracked the two rear windows a couple of inches. She
stared at me in the pale moonlight.

"So, this is where you bring your girls?"

"Uh-huh."

"Is this where you fucked that little hussy Rachel last night?"

"I didn't fuck Rachel last night."

"I bet you wanted to. I bet you've put your big dick inside lots of
girls here."

I shrugged. I had.

"Are they cute? Do they all have hot little bodies?"

I looked at her and smirked.

"As hot as mine?" she asked defiantly. "I doubt it. First of all," she
said, pulling her sweater from her shoulders and yanking her top up,
struggling to get it over her tits, "do any of them have a set of
tanks like these?"

I looked. She cupped her hands proudly under her huge globes, which
were practically exploding out of the demi-bra. Her small, dark
aureoles were clearly visible and her tits were shimmying faintly.

"Jesus Christ," I whispered.

"Do you want to suck my tits, Bobby?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I lunged over and put my hands where hers
had just been, then I hastily ran my tongue along her deep cleavage
just like I had done by the pool a few days earlier.

"Ooh, yeah, baby," she moaned. "I want you to do me just like you do
those slut cheerleaders. I'm a much better fuck, as you know."

I kneaded her big, firm tits through her bra cups as I licked her
broad décolletage. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned. Her
breathing got slow and heavy and her breasts rose and fell with it.
While I kissed and fondled her tits, she shrugged off her sweater and
whipped her tank top over her head. Then she reached behind her and
unhooked her bra. She pulled the straps from her shoulders and her big
melons bounded out of the cups. Her nipples were sticking out at least
a half-inch. I hungrily took the right one in my mouth and started
sucking it. Mom gasped. "Oh, honey, suck my big melons. You make them
feel so good. Ooh, Bobby, you're making me so fucking horny."

Ditto. My cock was throbbing and telescoping in my pants like a
hydraulic cylinder. I moved to her other tit.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Is this what you do on your dates, honey? Do you
suck their tits? Don't you like sucking my big jugs better?"

"Mm-hmm," I mumbled. Mom rubbed her palm on my crotch. "Jesus, you're
hard as a brick." Her erect nipple rose even higher in my mouth. Then
her hand found the pulsating head of my dong, and she went into a
frenzy. Her fingers tugged frantically at my zipper. "Oh, god, Bobby,
get your pants down, honey. Holy Christ, get your pants down so I can
start sucking your dick."

Her panic was contagious. I unzipped my fly, lifted my hips, and tore
my jeans and shorts down onto my thighs. My cock sprang out and stood
straight up, bigger than I had ever seen it, towering up out of my
groin almost to the center of the steering wheel like a veiny Saturn V
rocket in the cool summer evening air. I felt the warm leather seat
under my ass. I looked at her with a nasty sneer of pride.

"Ooh, Bobby," she said, gaping at my huge dick. Then she leaned across
the seats toward it, her tits hanging down against each other.

"Suck it," I said.

Her mouth engulfed my rigid dick before I even got those words out.
She stretched her jaw open and slid her full lips down the top half of
it, and the car filled with slurping and smacking noises. On one
downstroke she gulped loudly. Her saliva ran down my cock to my balls
and glistened in the moonlight, and shuddering tingles ran up the
bottom side of my dick. Her mouth felt like warm oatmeal. "Oh, honey,"
I moaned. "That feels so fucking good."

She pulled her lips off with a smack. "God, Bobby, your cock is even
bigger than last time. I can barely get my mouth around it." She ran
her tongue over the head. "I love sucking your big dick, baby. Have
lots of girls sucked it?"

"A couple."

"Yeah? Well, can they do this?"

She drew a deep breath through her nose, and then something inhuman
happened. She took my whole cock into her mouth. Inch after inch, her
lips slid down my huge pole. I felt the head travel down her throat. I
was sure she'd gag or chicken out, but her mouth descended right to my
balls as the tip of my dick brushed what must have been her
epiglottis. Then her tongue emerged from her lips and licked my nuts.
I went cross-eyed and clamped my teeth to stave off pouring a load of
cum down her windpipe. My abs tensed.

"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned into my groin.

"Oh, god. OH, BABY," I said between gasps. "You're sucking my entire
cock. Jesus, I don't believe it. Just don't stop."

She tongued the base of my dick for another second and then slowly
slid her lips all the way back up. Near the top she took in a deep
breath that drew cool air along my shaft. It was incredible.

"God, Bobby, your cock is so big," she said. "I can't wait for you to
fuck my pussy with it again."

Then her lips were at the head and she started sucking-hard. She was
like a human Hoover. She sucked the blood out of my fingertips. She
sucked my eyes back into my skull. "Ack," I croaked helplessly. She
raised her head up and looked at me.

"Do the girls know how to do all that?" she asked, smiling.

"Uh-uh," I said as I ran one hand down her bare back and over her
jeans to caress her shapely ass.

"That's what I thought," she said. "Ooh, Bobby, sucking you has gotten
me so horny. Let's get in the back seat so you can put this big thing
in me."

We hopped out and got back in through the rear doors. I took off my
jeans and shirt. I stared at her massive tits, which stuck out in
front of her like the cowcatcher on a locomotive and jiggled up and
down, almost iridescent in the moonlight. She looked like a Vargas
girl-only with enormous breasts. I drew her to me and started sucking
them again.

"You can do that while you fuck me," she said. "Pull my jeans off and
give it to me. I've never been so horny in my life."

She leaned back into the corner and thrust her hips toward me, with
her ass on the edge of the seat. Here navel and her trim waist were
beautiful and dramatic in the pale light. Then I unzipped her jeans. I
couldn't wait to see her beaver again.

I grasped the waistline of her jeans and pulled. They were so tight on
her big hips that they barely budged.

"Harder, sweetie," she said. "Hurry and stick your big cock in my
pussy."

I hauled back on them at arms' length, scooching them down in a
see-saw movement. Tug by tug, her bare hips appeared.

I got her jeans down to mid-thigh. "Oh, shit, that's good enough," she
panted. "I can't wait any longer." She flipped over and got on her
knees. Then she unceremoniously yanked her panties off her
heart-shaped ass. Her juices were already running down her legs. "Fuck
me, Bobby! Give it to me doggie style, honey. I need your big dick
inside me right now!"

I saddled up against her ass and took my dong in hand. "Is your pussy
ready for my big boy, baby?"

"Ooh, yeah, honey, slide it in and start pounding me!" She swiveled
her ass hornily and looked over her shoulder at me with hungry eyes.

"Yes, Ma'am."

I found her entrance and slid my big cock into her. She was even
tighter than I remembered.

"Oh, yes. OH, BOBBY!" she cried out even before the hilt of my cock
reached her lips. "Ugh, sweetheart," she grunted. "Fuck my cunt with
that big thing! Jesus, this is going to be better than the first
time!"

Then all ten inches were inside her. I started sliding my big, long
dick in and out of her fast and hard, just like I knew she wanted it.
The hot membrane of her pussy sucked at my cock and made a squishing
sound with each stroke.

"Ugh! Ooh, yeah, baby, satisfy my pussy with your big pole. All the
way in and out. You know how I like it, sweetie-bear."

Indeed I did. I looked down and watched the entire length of my hammer
back and forth under her ass.

"Give it to me, Bobby! Ooh, yeah! Harder!" She began lunging back to
meet my thrusts. "Oh, god, your big balls are touching my clit!" I
grasped her waist and pumped harder, and my pelvis stared making loud
whacking sounds against her ass. Her huge tits were banging against
her arms and the BMW was rocking from side to side with a jolly
Bavarian squeak.

"Like that, baby? Is that good?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, Bobby, it's fantastic."

"Your pussy is so tight, honey. It's about time we did this again."

"I know! Fuck me, Bobby, give me all ten inches on every stroke! Ooh,
yeah, your big boy makes my pussy feel so good! Ugh! OH, BOBBY! GIVE
IT TO ME! FUCK ME, HONEY, FUCK ME!"

Her wish was my command. I leaned down and sucked at the nape of her
neck. She cooed and turned her face up toward me, her mouth open and
waiting for my tongue. I stuck it down her throat. I was pounding her
pussy so hard that our noses kept bumping together.

She raised up and I cupped my hands under her mammoth chest.
Fantastic.

"Mmm, Bobby, I want to ride you," she whispered in my ear.

"Go for it, sister."

"Mother, son. I'm your mother."

I pulled my cock out of her. It was slick and hot with her juice. I
sat down and watched her take off her jeans. When she leaned down to
pull them off her feet, her huge knockers bounced against each other.
Then she raised back up and faced me, grinning and buck naked, her
bronzy, stacked figure radiating so much steam that the fogged windows
were beginning to drip.

"See anything you like?" she asked coyly.

"Mm-hmm. Your incredible body."

"Well, Bobby Arden, you can just forget about all those waify little
teenage trollops," she said, turning up on one hip and stretching out
theatrically. "Because I'm five feet ten inches, one hundred forty-one
pounds of total fucking goddess, and my measurements-are you ready for
this, lover?"

She had my undivided attention.

"Forty-six..." She cupped her hands under her gorgeous cantaloupes and
pressed them together.

"...twenty-two..." Her hands moved down onto her narrow waist.

"...thirty-eight." Her hands swept out onto her statuesque hips.

I gaped at her and stroked my pipe. "Holy shit. What's your bra size?"

"Oh, honey, if I tell you, you might blow your wad."

"I can take it."

"Okay. Thirty-eight double F."

Then she climbed up and straddled me. Her beautiful legs were so long
that she practically had to do a split on the seat even with her knees
bent. "And now, young man, I'm going to put my thirty-eight double F's
in your face while I slide my pussy up and down on your enormous
cock."

She smothered me with her tits and I felt the tip of my shaft bump
against the soft, warm lips of her pussy. Then her hand gripped my
manhood as she lowered herself onto it.

She let go of my dick and her hands clawed at my shoulders as her hot
pussy sheathed over me inch by inch. "Ooh, yeah," she hissed.

"Mmmmm," I moaned as I sucked one of her tits.

She cried out in ecstasy as her pussy slid down over the last couple
of inches. "Oh, my god," she said, her voice rising,

"Oh, god, Bobby! Ugh! OH! That feels so fucking great!"

She leaned back at arms' length and we both looked down. I could just
make out the base of my shaft as it disappeared into her beaver. "Come
on, baby," I coaxed. "All the way down."

"Oh, yeah, I want every inch of your big cock in me," she said. With
another cry of pleasure she brought her thighs down onto mine. The
leather seat crinkled under her knees and her ass rested on my big
balls.

Then she started fucking me, and man, did she know how to do it. With
long, firm strokes she pumped her canal on my dong, sometimes lifting
her whole body and at other moments just arching her back to flex her
ass up and down.

"Mmmmm, that's so nice," she moaned.

"Oh, yeah, baby, bounce on it. Slide your pussy all the way up and
down my big cock."

"Ooh, yes, sir," she said happily. "It's a long journey." Her speed
increased and her enormous rack began heaving up and down. I cupped my
hands under them and licked her nipples.

"Mmm, suck my big tits, honey. Did you get really horny when you heard
my measurements?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Do my big tits make your cock throb?"

"Yeah, Mom, your tits are so fucking big and gorgeous. I've jacked off
so many times thinking about them."

"Ooh, I'm flattered, honey. I love it when you look at them. That's
why I wear tight clothes around the house. But what I really love is
when you squirt cum all over them. Isn't it sexy how they bounce up
and down when we fuck?"

"God, it's so hot. I just want to squeeze them and suck them and rub
my dick all over them."

"You can do that whenever you want, honey. Oh, Bobby, I'm fucking you,
baby! I can't believe I'm riding my own son's big dick!" she yelled as
she skewered herself on my flagpole. By then we were both breathing in
gasps and the sedan was lurching up and down on its rear shocks. Mom's
pussy was juicing itself on my big spindle and her ass was whumping on
my balls.

"Is my cunt tight, honey?" she asked.

"Ooh, yeah, it squeezes my cock so hard!"

"Am I tighter than all those cheerleaders you've fucked?"

"You are, baby."

"Did any of them ever ride you like this?"

"No."

"Lazy sluts don't know what they're missing. Ugh!" she grunted as her
tits flailed. "Your dick is huge! It's like a fucking

fire hydrant!"

"Pump your pussy up and down it, baby. Jesus, that feels so good!" Her
juice was dripping down onto my nuts.

"From now on I want you to fuck me every night," she said between
moans. "Every night that Charles is away, I want you in my bed with
your big cock in my pussy. Just like we're doing now, honey."

I couldn't believe my ears. "You got it, girl. I'll give it to you ten
times a night."

"Oh, sweetie-bear, two times with your big boy and my pussy is done
for."

"We'll see about that."

"Charles hasn't fucked me in over a year. And I don't want to have an
affair. So maybe you and I were fated to do this." She slowed down and
a line of sweat ran between her tits. "I'm getting tired, honey," she
said.

"Let me do it," I said. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and tucked
my hands under her ass to lift her. I had no leverage but plenty of
sexual adrenaline. I raised her all the way up my throbbing cock and
then lowered her back down.

"Oh, Bobby!" she squealed.

I did it a few more times. "Does that feel good?"

"Jesus Christ, honey, you are such a fucking man!" I eased her down
one last time and she just sat there, swiveling her hips and massaging
my cock with her pussy.

Then she got off me and lay on her back. She spread her legs-one foot
up over the headrest and one down in the floorboard-and crooked her
finger at me. "Get on top of me and finish us off," she said.

My pleasure. I got between her legs and lowered myself down over her.
She put her arms around me and a long, searching kiss ensued. Then she
said, "Make me come, darling."

"Okay," I said, kissing her again. I looked down at my big cock, which
was soaked with her juice and throbbing purple. Under it, her beaver
was waiting.

I put one hand around my cock and guided it home. "Hold your pussy
open," I told her. She reached down and scissored herself wide with
the first two fingers of one hand. I put the head of my dick in her
and she moaned.

"Ooh, Bobby, wait. Lick my pussy before you fuck me again. You've
never done that."

Kneeling in the floorboard, I put my tongue on her left thigh at the
knee and slowly journeyed up to her pussy. She gasped when I finally
flicked it across her lips. I traced their edges and then moved
sideways, wedging my tongue as far as I could stick it inside her.
Then I lapped at the lower end of her lips.

"Oh, god," she said, sucking in a loud breath. "You know how to lick
pussy, too." I worked her lips for a few more minutes and then moved
up to her clit. I probed it gently and her hips spasmed. "Oh, Bobby,
yes!" she cried out, running her hand through my hair. Her juice was
pooling on the leather under her ass.

I started massaging her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her startled
cries became long, ear-ringing shrieks as her hips bounced on the
seat. "Baby, I'm coming! God, don't stop!"

I didn't stop. I pressed hard on her clit and then swirled my tongue
around it.

"OH, BOBBY! OH! OH! YES! I'M COMING! AIEEEE!"

Hearing her come drove me insane. She was still panting from her
orgasm when I got between her legs again. I looked down. "My turn,
honey," I said as I slid my cock into her pussy. Coming had made her
even tighter.

"Ooh, yeah, Bobby, fuck me," she said. "Fuck me and then come all over
me. I want to give you an orgasm like you just gave me."

"From the sound of yours, I'm in for something good," I said as I
began pumping her with short, fast strokes. I watched my big, long
dick service her pussy in the moonlight. I turned the corner instantly
and knew I'd only last another minute or two.

She lifted her head to look down at the action. "Ooh, yeah, honey,
pump that big boy in and out of me. I love watching it. I never
thought I'd get fucked by a cock as big as yours. Mmmm, harder, honey.
Yeah, all the way in and out. Bobby, sweetheart, your tempo is just
perfect. Ooh...oh...oh...oh...mmm....oh...yeah..." she moaned with
each thrust. "You always fuck me so good. I can feel your big nuts
bouncing on my ass!" she said, rocking in the seat. Her tits were
starting to bound back and forth. I was over her on straight arms and
she gripped my triceps. "Your strong muscles make me so horny. Oh,
Bobby, fuck me. Fuck me, baby! Ugh! Your big cock makes my pussy feel
so good! I'm going to come again!"

Fantastic. I hammered her as hard as I could, watching my cock to make
sure it didn't slip all the way out. She screamed my name and clawed
at my chest and wrapped her legs around my lower back. My balls
tightened up and a jolt of electricity ran up my cock to my brain.

"I'm about to come!" she yelled.

"Me, too!" "FUCK ME, BOBBY! YEAH! OH, NOW! I'M COMING!"

"SO AM I!" Three strokes, two strokes, one last furious thrust. My
rumbling balls slammed loudly against her ass. I looked down at the
action. Her beaver was matted with sweat.

"Come in me, honey!" she said between shrieks.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I got back on the pill. Shoot a quart of cum in my pussy!"

One quart coming right up. A hot shiver ran up my cock. My balls
clamped and I felt the first long, thick jet of semen spew into her.
Then another. Then an even bigger blast. "Oh, Mom," I moaned. "Oh,
baby, I'm squirting it in your pussy!"

"I can feel it, sweetie-bear! Your cock is like a fucking volcano! Oh,
yeah, shoot every ounce of cum out of those big balls! Come on, give
me more!"

I did. Stream after stream, I emptied my nuts into my mother's pussy.
We both looked down. My juice was pouring back out of her and dripping
off her ass onto the seat. "Look how much cream I squirted in you,
baby," I said.

"Oh, Bobby, I felt it. Just make sure you gave me every drop." She
reached down and gently massaged my balls. Bliss. "And don't you dare
pull your big cock out of me yet." I collapsed on her and she put her
arms around me.

"That was great," I said.

"You were fantastic," she echoed. "You get better every time. Let's
lie here together for a while, then we have to get home." Her
breathing softened and slowed in my ear.

"Ah, Bobby, that was so good," she whispered dreamily.

Suddenly we were no longer alone. For the second time that evening, I
was hearing an unwelcome car engine approaching. Headlights turned off
the road and blazed through the back window. The engine settled into a
whistling idle. This time, however, it wasn't a BMW or a Jaguar. It
was a big American-made V-8. I froze.

"Cop?" Mom whispered under me.

"Yep."

III

"Oh, my god, Bobby. Oh, lord, no." She held me tight and I gave her a
reassuring kiss. "Maybe you should pull your cock out of me."

I did. I was still hard and it made a wet, sticky sound on the way
out. Sure, now we looked innocent. I was lying on top of my mother, we
were both naked, and my semen was streaming out of her pussy. The
situation was grim.

I heard footsteps approach the car and then felt the faint heat of a
flashlight shining on my ass.

"Okay, party's over," a thick male voice said. I looked over my
shoulder into the glare of the light. Behind it I could make out a
short, fat man in a khaki uniform. He was a sheriff's deputy. My chest
hid Mom's face from him.

"Hi, officer," I said.

"Evening. You kids are in a little trouble. Hey, wait, I know you.
Tim, right?"

"Bobby."

"Oh, yeah. I know your folks. You gonna start at corner this season?"

I couldn't believe it. He was staring at my bare ass and asking me
about football. "I hope so," I said.

"You got good speed." The flashlight beam swept over the interior.
"This your daddy's car, son?"

"Yes, sir."

"He know you have it?"

"Yes, sir."

"How about that gorgeous mother of yours, she know where you are?"

"More or less."

"Huh. I doubt that. Haven't been drinking, have you?"

"No, sir."

"You alright under there, miss?"

"Just fine, officer!" Mom said into my chest, elevating her voice to
sound like a ditzy teen.

"Mr. Bobby isn't forcing himself on you?"

"Oh, no, sir!"

"How old are you, Bob?"

"Eighteen."

"And you, young lady?"

"Um, eighteen."

"Older woman, eh?" He chuckled.

Then the flashlight traveled along the exposed edge of Mom's body,
pausing at her mountainous left cone. She capped it with her hand as
the beam continued through the dramatic S-curve of her naked waist and
hip, then up her long, silky leg, which was still draped over my back.
The deputy let out a low whistle. "Mercy," he said. "Looks like you
got your hands full, Bob."

"Pig," she muttered.

I snickered. "Yes, sir."

"Say, you know my boy Aaron? He'll be in ninth grade this year."

Yeah, I'd seen Aaron. He was about five feet two and had more rolls of
fat on him than the Michelin Man.

"I think so."

"Well, Aaron wants to make the freshman team real bad. He's stout, I
figure he'll be a good tackle. He's training his ass off for it. Think
you could put in a good word for him with the coach?"

"Consider it done."

"Tell you what, Bob, you do that for me and I'll forget what I've seen
here. Some of it, at least." His light swept over Mom's figure again.
"I won't tell your folks."

"It's a deal, sir.."

"Right as rain. You just have that pretty girl home by midnight,
hear?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Go Grizzlies!" he yelled.

"Eat 'em alive!" I cheered back. It was the school chant.

"You drive safely, now."

As he turned to leave, I felt the flashlight move down and fix on my
cock, which was dangling, semi-soft but full size, between my legs.
"God almighty," he swore under his breath.

A few seconds later, the cruiser pulled away. In the new silence I
could hear my blood pounding in my ears.

She let out a long breath and relaxed her hold on me. "You were so
calm and brave with him, honey. You saved us. I'm so proud of you."
She gave me a long, sweet kiss on the cheek. "You're my wonderful
young man." Now let's get dressed and get home."

"Yeah, before your folks get worried. Do you know that cop?"

"Yep. Major creep. You should see the way he stares at me in public."

"Mom, all men stare at you."

"No, not like him. I bet he fantasizes about me while he fucks his
wife. I'm surprised he didn't recognize my naked body, considering how
many times he has probably undressed me in his sick little mind. Do
you think he could see my tits just now?"

"Yep."

"And my pussy?"

"He had the flashlight right on it and my cock."

"Oh, lord. Well, at least he saw your big dick and realized he could
never satisfy me like that. Oh, my god, I passed for eighteen. I
passed for eighteen!" She squealed and raised her hands in triumph,
which made her big, bare melons thrust forward and dance around. The
left one bumped me on the chin. "Oops, sorry, honey," she said,
giggling.

"You're pretty statuesque for a eighteen-year-old."

"Aren't I?" she asked, running her hands down her figure.

The car reeked of sex. I put my jeans back on and reached into the
front seat to get her bra and tank top. She slipped on her panties and
then held her bra up to start fitting her globes into it.

"Wait, let me kiss those gorgeous melons good-bye," I said.

"Okay," she laughed and pulled her bra back off. Her tits sprang out
of it and bumped into each other. I cupped my hands under them and
gave each one a long, circular lick in a sort of decaying orbit that
spun in toward the nipple, each of which was fully erect by the time I
got there. "Mmm, that feels really good," she said softly.

I raised up and smiled at her as I picked up my shirt.

"Wow, I love the way you kiss good-bye," she said. "But if you get to
kiss my big equipment, I get to kiss yours." She unzipped my jeans and
I lifted my ass off the seat so she could pull them down. My cock was
in its normal flaccid state-soft and thick and about six inches long.
Mom leaned down and kissed the underside of the head and the monster
immediately started waking up. Like a Pop-Up Willie, it started rising
as she licked the shaft all the way down to my balls. By the time she
made it back up to the head, I was ten inches of skin-covered
concrete.

"Oh, honey, look how big and hard your cock has gotten. I guess I'll
have to do more than kiss it." She sank her lips over the head and
started sucking. The car filled with slurping noises again. She
stroked one hand up and down my pole and slid her other under her
panties and fingered her box.

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

Her lips slid up and down my big dick like a hot, soft thumb and
forefinger wrapped around it. "Oh, baby, that feels so good," I said.
"Yeah, Mom, suck my big, hard cock."

She worked up and down it for another minute or so and then sat up.
She calmly slid her panties back off and was completely nude again.
She lay back on the seat and spread her long legs. "I think you know
what to do, honey," she said.

Yep. I got between her legs, looked down at her crotch and slid my big
tool into her box without a word.

"Ooh," she cooed, glancing down at my pole in her and putting her
hands on my shoulders. "Mmm, Bobby, start pumping."

I started pumping.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me good."

I fucked her good.

IV

As I anticipated, Mom's new policy of daily sex couldn't even wait
until Dad's next business trip. Considering the long hours he worked,
we had plenty of time to ourselves. Still, most of our encounters were
spontaneous. Two days after our back seat rendezvous, I walked into
the kitchen and found her slicing tomatoes. I lifted her mini-skirt,
bent her over the counter and banged her. On another occasion, I found
her sunbathing by the pool in my favorite yellow bikini. She was on
her back, and I pulled the bottom off her hips and slipped it over her
feet. Then she spread her legs. I yanked down my shorts and slid my
cock into her without a word.

"Oh, yeah, do me, Bobby," she moaned, looking down at the action and
unclasping her top. "Fuck my pussy with all ten inches and take me to
paradise. And suck my tits on the way."

I took her to paradise, all right. And then I pulled my cock out of
her pussy and squirted a pint of cum on her cantaloupes.

She had initiative, too. Once she surprised me in the shower. I rubbed
soap on her naked tits and ass before she lifted one leg and I stuck
it in her. The next day, she went to the gym with me and sucked my
dick on the way. And one fantastic afternoon, she strolled to my
doorway wearing the infamous black velvet demi-bra and panties. "See
anything you like?" she asked.

We didn't even make it to her bed. I fucked her on the floor just
outside the master bedroom. She dug her nails into my back and
screamed so loud her voice echoed off the ceiling. And when my turn
came to come, we were fucking doggie-style, so I pulled my cock out of
her and blasted semen all over her magnificent ass. It ran down her
legs.

We even progressed from the unthinkable to the unconscionable when,
during the wee hours one morning, we got down to business while Dad
was home. It started when I awoke to something warm and wet on my dick
and looked down. She was kneeling beside my bed and greedily sucking
me. "Oh, Mom," I moaned.

"This is crazy," she whispered, "but I'm so goddamned horny. You've
turned me into a monster."

"I'm ready," I said, looking down at my pole standing at full mast.
"Take off that nightgown and let's fuck." She yanked the long, red
gown over her head and mounted me.

So there we were, sucking and fucking while Dad snored two doors down
the hall. What if he had known that his beautiful, buxom wife was at
that moment desperately impaling herself on their son's huge penis?
What if he had gotten up to use the bathroom, heard soft moans and
squeaking bed springs and cracked open the door to witness, by the
starlight of some twisted anti-constellation, her voluptuous body
bouncing on mine? What if he had seen her bite her lip with stifled
pleasure as her mammoth chest boomeranged and she frantically shucked
her pussy up and down my tree trunk?

Then he would have seen me squeeze her gigantic tits and would have
heard her whisper, "Mmm, Bobby, your big, long dick always makes me
feel so good. Fuck me, honey, fuck me." And he would have heard me
respond, "Oh, baby, all I could think about today was sucking your big
tanks and pumping my cock in and out of your pussy." Then, if he had
had the stomach to keep watching, he would have seen her have a
whimpering, teeth-clenching orgasm on me, then leap off my big cock
and frantically stroke it as I grunted and sprayed freakish geysers of
semen all over her breasts and neck and chin.

And to his final horror, he would have heard her urge me, "Ooh, yeah,
Bobby, squirt your hot cum all over me!"

Well, that's what he would have seen and heard.

V

Then Dad left for a two-week trip to Houston and Mom and I really
started going at it. But the scene didn't get truly insane until one
sultry afternoon when my aunts, Mom's younger twin sisters Linda and
Chrissy, dropped by unannounced. I thought they'd take a dip in the
pool and I looked forward to seeing their tight, tucked asses and big
tits in the little bikinis they invariably wore. Linda had a boyfriend
and Chrissy had been married for two years.

Instead of swimming, they just hung out and chatted with each in the
den. Mom was out shopping all day. I wondered what was up.

They answered that question as I was standing in the kitchen making
some sandwiches and they both walked in. Linda glanced behind her as
Chrissy walked up to me, swaying her hips more than usual. Her big
tits looked plump and succulent under a v-necked blouse; Linda's were
just as full and firm beneath a knit top stretched taut over them like
a circus tent.

Chrissy groped my left bicep and grinned at me in a way I had never
seen. "Ooh, Bobby, you're becoming such a hunk," she said.

Linda walked over and put her hand on my other arm. "You sure are,"
she said, trying to purr her words out but sounding a little nervous.
Her big tits trembled under her top.

"Bobby," Chrissy began. She had always been the dominant twin. "Linda
and I got into this little spat the other day and we think you're just
the man to help us resolve it."

"Sure," I said. I took a big swig of orange juice. "What's the deal?"

"Well, first of all, this will have to be our little secret. Your
parents wouldn't approve. And Jill might even get a little jealous."
She almost snickered at the end of this, and I wondered if the twins
knew Mom and I had been fucking.

"Yeah, you can't tell anyone, Bobby," Linda said.

"Okay," I said. "This is getting interesting."

"Here's the problem," Chrissy said, grinning. "Linda and I can't agree
on which of us has better tits."

I almost spat out my orange juice. "Whoa, this is interesting." I
glanced casually at both their chests. "You both look very nicely
built to me."

"We're both thirty-six double-D," Chrissy said, cupping her hands
under her big rack. Her tits jiggled in her hands, the full cups
extending beyond her fingers and her nipples youthfully upturned.
"Linda thinks hers are a little bigger, but mine have a better shape."

"Says you. Bobby, will you be the judge?" Linda asked. "Come on, don't
be shy." She began pulling her top out of her jeans.

"My pleasure," I said, smirking at both of them. "Staring at your big,
beautiful tits will be nothing new. I can't wait to see them naked."

"Ooh, he's not shy at all," Chrissy cooed as she unbuttoned her
blouse. Already I could see her long, deep cleavage swelling under a
yellow lace bra. "Of course, our tits are nothing like your mother's
massive globes."

"Thirty-eight double F," Linda recited peevishly. "Those things defy
gravity." She glanced over at Chrissy, who had finished unbuttoning
her top and slipped it off. Linda pulled her sweater over her head.
Her bra was one of those boring full-coverage numbers. Only a hint of
cleavage was visible.

Chrissy glanced around cautiously. "Okay, Bobby, are you ready?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Ooh, you may be too naughty for this. We'll see." She reached up and
unfastened her bra and her jugs bounded out. She slipped it off her
shoulders and dropped it on the floor. Her tits were huge: round and
resilient and the size of very large peaches with a perfect natural
teardrop shape. Her aureoles were small like Mom's but slightly
redder.

Then Linda reached around and unhooked the grandma number holding her
knockers in place. It fell off her chest to the floor. The twins' tits
were as identical as their faces. Linda cupped her hand under her
rack. They were perhaps a tiny shade bigger than Christy's, but I
really didn't care. My two curvaceous aunts were standing in front of
me, showing me their big, bare breasts, and I liked it. My cock was
growing and poking out of my shorts onto my right thigh. I hoped the
twins noticed it through my jeans soon.

"Well?" Chrissy prodded, cupping her hands proudly under her tanks.

"Who's got the best pair?"

"Hmm, it's such a close race. This won't be easy."

"Mmm, Bobby, when did you get so naughty?" Chrissy asked.

I then had them do some modeling for me-side views, hands over head,
bending over. Linda's tits stuck out more fully to the sides when
viewed from behind. "Walk around and let me see them jiggle," I said.

"Oh, Bobby, you're really loving this, aren't you? We knew you would,"
Linda said as they paraded around the kitchen, taking springy steps to
make their equipment heave. I watched Chrissy's globes bounce against
each other heavily a couple of times. My cock was starting to throb.

"Have you ever seen naked tits as big as ours?" Linda asked. "In
person, I mean?"

"I can't remember."

"I bet he has," Chrissy said. "I bet he's even seen bigger." Now I was
sure. Mom had told them.

They both presented themselves in front of me. "Well, judge?" Chrissy
asked, planting her hands on her slim waist.

"Gee, I dunno," I stalled.

"Why don't you feel them," she said. "We know you want to." She
stepped closer. "Here, try mine first."

I put my hands on them. They were firm and fit nicely, overflowing
just a voluptuous tad over my thumbs. I hefted them and pressed them
together. "Nice cleavage," I said. I ran my fingers over her nipples
and they started to bloom.

Chrissy drew a long breath. "Mmm, Bobby, you have nice hands."

Linda was getting jealous. "Come on, Bobby, try mine out." I did. They
were almost as firm as Chrissy's. I tapped at their sides to make them
quiver and then gave her nipples a tweak. Linda squealed playfully.
"That feels so good, Bobby. You've obviously had some practice."

"So, do we have a winner yet?" Chrissy asked.

"I still don't know," I said, sliding my hands down Linda's waist and
over her shapely hips. "Maybe if I do this," I said, leaning down and
putting my lips around Linda's right nipple. It sprang up to full
attention.

She let out a surprised moan and ran her hand through my hair. "Oh,
Bobby, I didn't know you were going to..." I traced her aureole with
my tongue. After a couple of minutes I moved to her other breast.

"Looks like he knows what he's doing," Chrissy said. "Does it feel
good, Linda?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Come over here and suck my tits now, Bobby."

I did as she asked. Her nipples were standing rock-hard before I even
got to them. She cradled my hand in her hands and led me to each tit.
I sucked hard on them and she whimpered with pleasure. This was
getting good. I reached around and fondled her ass through her skirt.
Like her breasts, it was full and firm.

She let out a horny sigh and leaned against me. Her bellybutton
pressed against my hard dick and she gasped. "Oh, my god, Bobby," she
said, her hand quickly groping my big, long tool through my jeans.
"Your cock is huge! Look at it, Linda!"

"I told you, Chrissy," she said. "I saw it through his swim trunks a
few weeks ago. He's at least eight inches."

"Ten," I said, squeezing Chrissy's tits.

"Ten?" they said in unison.

"Oh, my god, I have to suck it. I'm gonna suck your big cock, Bobby,"
Linda said, undoing my belt. She unzipped my jeans and pulled them
down to my ankles. Then she yanked down my shorts and my throbbing
pole vaulted out. I looked down with pride. It was dark and thick and
sticking up at a 45-degree angle. The head was almost purple.

"Jesus Christ, Bobby," Linda said, wrapping her hand around it. Then
she started sucking it. She could only get the head and about another
inch in her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the head and smacked
her lips on its broad sides.

"Oh, yeah, Linda, suck it," I said.

Chrissy looked down. "I can't believe how huge your dick is. Have you
fucked lots of girls?"

"A few."

"Have you fucked any real women?"

"One."

"I bet you have."

Linda sucked hard on my cock and almost choked on it. Chrissy reached
down and wrapped her hand around the base. "Holy shit, Bobby," she
said in my ear. I turned my face to hers and we kissed. It was slow
and savage. Her tongue came into my mouth and went wherever it wanted.
We broke and looked down again.

"Mmm," I moaned.

"Oh, Linda, I can suck his cock better than that. Look out." They
traded places and Chrissy made good on her boast. Her lewd gulping
sounds echoed off the hard surfaces of the kitchen as she stretched
her jaw open and I felt the tip of my dick slide past her soft
palette.

"At least your big mouth is good for something, Chrissy," Linda said.
"So, Bobby, are you any closer to a decision.?"

"I'm afraid not."

"I thought so."

"You know," I said, cupping her huge melons in my hands, "breasts are
just part of a lovely creation. Maybe if I see the whole thing in its
beauty, I'll know better."

"You're saying you want to see us naked."

"Yep."

She reached down and unzipped her skirt. It fell to her knees. She
shoved her pale blue panties down over her hips and then flung both
garments off her feet. Her hips were full and smooth and her beaver
was the same sexy dark blond color as the hair on her head. I ran my
hand down over her bare ass. It was a little wider than Chrissy's. I
squeezed the globes.

"Mmm," she sighed.

Chrissy stood up and took off her jeans while my big cock, glossy with
both women's saliva, wagged obscenely between them. Naked, Chrissy
swept her hands up over her hips and waist and cupped them under her
big globes. She looked at me and licked her lips. "What do you think,
honey?"

"I think we'd be more comfortable in the living room."

The next thing I knew, Linda was sitting on the arm of the green
lounger and I was pumping my big cock up and down between her tits as
she held them together. My clothes lay in pile near the coffee table
and Chrissy was saddled up behind me with her arms around my chest. I
could feel the dry scruff of her beaver against my ass and, just below
it, the soft, warm chewing-gum dampness of her pussy.

"Ooh, yeah, fuck her tits with your big dick," she said, looking over
my shoulder as I slapped the head of my cock against Linda's nipples.
Every few seconds, Linda took my pole in her hand and gave it a quick,
greedy suck. I put it back between her tits and slid the head up to
her chin. "Jesus Christ," she said.

"God almighty, Bobby, your cock is so big," Chrissy said. She reached
around me and stroked it with a hard grip. Then Linda leaned down and
Chrissy guided the head over her face. My cock rubbed her cheeks and
nose and chin, even her eyes. "Ooh, yeah, all over her, rub your dick
all over her face," Chrissy whispered, pressing her big tits against
my back.

Then she reached down and cupped my balls. "Jesus, Bobby, you even
have big nuts. Are they full of cum?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Oh, Bobby, I'm so horny," she said. "Fuck me with your big dick."

Linda heard this and looked up. "Oh, no, I wanted you to bang me
first, Bobby."

"Sorry, sis, I called it," Chrissy said as she led me to the sofa.
"But you can watch us." She lay on her back and her big tits widened
and wobbled on her chest. She spread her legs. Her beaver was a wide,
blond triangle and her swollen pussy was like raw, pink flesh below
it. Linda came over and knelt in front of the sofa.

I knelt between Chrissy's legs and got ready to give it to her. She
propped her head on a throw pillow and looked down. Good, I thought,
Mom's sisters are just as voyeuristic as she is. I looked down, too.
My throbbing dick was hovering over her, thick and rigid like a
shotgun barrel.

"Fuck me, Bobby. Slide your big cock into my pussy and do me."

"Yes, ma'am." I reached for my dick, but Linda's hand got there before
I did. She stroked it a couple of times and then guided me toward
Chrissy's slit. I pushed the head in and Chrissy gritted her teeth.

"Oh, honey, go slow with that big thing,"

"Okay, baby." Inch by inch, I put it in her.

"Ugh!" Chrissy cried, looking down. "This is going to be fantastic!"

My cock reached the limit of her pussy when I still had about two more
inches to go. I began slowly sliding it in and out of her. She was
tight, almost muscularly tight, and her lips sucked hungrily on my
pole each time I pulled it out.

"Mmm, just like that," Chrissy moaned. "Yeah, fuck me, Bobby, fuck me.
That feels so good, honey."

"Oh, yeah, do her, Bobby," Linda said. "Fuck my sister's pussy with
your big, long cock."

That big, long cock of mine was sliding in and out of her nicely, so I
stepped up the pace to a steady cantor. Chrissy's melons started
swiveling around and slapping noisily against each other. She gripped
my shoulders and panted in rhythm to my thrusts. My cock was making a
slicking sound in her pussy and her ass was getting wet with her juice
as my nuts slapped against it.

"Ooh, honey, fuck me," she said, looking down again to watch my big
dick pump her pussy like an oil well. "Oh, Bobby! OH! Yeah, service my
pussy with your big meat. Oh, you're giving me such a good fuck. That
feels great. Mmm, nice long strokes, all the way in and out."

Linda was fingering Chrissy's clit with one hand and her own with the
other. I leaned over and sucked one of her tits. "Oh, Bobby," she
moaned, "I just can't take my eyes off the sight of your cock fucking
her pussy. I've never seen anything like it."

"And I've never felt anything like it!" Chrissy yelled as I gave her a
few quick pelvic slams.

"You'll get a better view if you lick my balls," I said to Linda. A
couple of seconds later I felt her tongue on my pistoning scrotum.

"Yeah, lick his big nuts while he fucks me, Linda," Chrissy said,
watching her sister. "They must be full of cum. I'm on the pill,
Bobby, so you can shoot it in me."

"Oh, no you don't, Chrissy," Linda scolded. "He's not coming until he
fucks me, too."

"Ladies, I can come again and again," I bragged.

"We're counting on that, honey," Linda said, "but I want some of you
on the first round."

"Don't listen to her, Bobby. I want you to squirt a big load of cum in
my pussy. Empty your balls into me."

"He'll doing nothing of the sort," came a familiar voice from behind
us. I stopped in mid-stroke and looked back over my shoulder.

Mom was standing there with the faintest bemused grin on her lips.

VI

"Oh, shit!" Chrissy yelled.

"Jill!" Linda said at the same time.

"Hi, Mom," I said, eyeing her up. She was wearing a loose cable-knit
sweater that hung off her huge tits like a theater curtain. I ogled
the top slope of her chest and imagined her massive cleavage, her
firm, shapely globes packed together in a sexy bra. My cock throbbed
anew.

"We thought you'd be gone all day," Linda said.

"I can see that. I should have known better than to tell you horny
girls about me and Bobby. I knew you'd both want a piece of the
action."

"He's just as good as you said," Chrissy offered.

"Oh, I know. I've been standing here watching the three of you since
you started fucking. It was like a live porno movie. Now I'm so
horny," she said, tossing her purse onto a chair and slipping off her
sandals. Then she unzipped her walking shorts and started pushing them
down over her broad hips.

"Oh, my god, Jill, you're going to join us?"

"Yeah. You two are good, but nobody can satisfy Bobby like I can."

She was right about that.

"So enjoy the last few strokes, Chrissy, because as soon as I get my
clothes off, Bobby's going to fuck me and you're going to watch."

"Oh, god, Bobby, hurry," Chrissy said. "Give it to me, baby." She
vaulted her hips up and down frantically and I hammered her pussy with
my big pole. "Yeah, do me hot and fast!"

I looked over at Mom. She was down to her bra and panties. The bra was
a gold satin job that rode low and springy on her cantaloupes and let
them jostle around with each step. It was one of my favorites. Her
panties were of matching material. Her skin was bronzy from sunbathing
the previous day and her long, shapely legs were as smooth as melting
ice. She was like a Victoria's Secret model-only with a gigantic rack.

"Hurry, Bobby, I'm gonna come," Chrissy cried. "Oh, yeah, keep going.
Faster baby. Ugh, yeah. I'm coming. I'm coming. Fuck my pussy. I'm
coming!"

She clamped her eyes shut and I pounded her into the sofa cushions.
She shrieked and clawed at my upper arms. Her hips spasmed and I
arched my back to drive my cock home. Finally, her cries subsided.

Linda had paled. "Jesus, Chrissy, are you okay?"

"Yeah," Chrissy panted. "But I'm going to be sore tomorrow."

"Oh, Bobby," Mom called in a sing-song tone. Still on top of Chrissy
with my cock in her, I looked to my right and my face nearly collided
with Mom's huge melons. She was buck naked and kneeling beside Linda.
The difference in breast size was awesome.

Linda's were big, very big. Any woman would have loved to have them,
even via implants. But Mom's were more than twice as large-and more
exquisitely shaped. They were the size of cantaloupes yet they arced
off her chest like upturned bananas. They were the eighth and ninth
wonders of the world. I kissed and sucked both of them and her big
nipples stood up and said hello.

"Get up here so I can put my cock in you," I said to her.

Mom looked at Chrissy, who was just catching her breath under me.
"Okay, out of there, little sister," she said. "My son and I are going
to show you what serious fucking looks and sounds like."

I pulled my cock out of Chrissy and she rolled off the sofa. Mom took
her place and craned her neck up to give me a deep, long kiss hello.

"Oh, my god," I heard Linda say. "I don't believe it. He's really
going to fuck his own mother."

Mom lifted her head to look down at my big pole, which was lying rigid
as a submarine on her flat tummy. "Oh, Bobby, put your cock in my
pussy and do me good." She flexed her hips up a little to give me a
good angle and both of us a nice view.

I took my dick in one hand and guided it to her entrance. I massaged
her clit with the head. She squealed with pleasure.

"Oh, Bobby! Stop teasing me, honey. Slide your big dick into me and
start pumping. I want you to fuck me and come all over me right in
front of my sisters."

I did as the lady asked. She let out a long, contented moan as my big
pole filled up her pussy and my balls nestled against her ass. Then I
started giving it to her with long, fast strokes, raising my ass high
into the air on each upstroke. Mom ran her hands along my back and
gasped.

"Pump faster," she commanded. "Ooh, yeah. Pump your big boy in and out
of me. Oh, Bobby!" She was very, very horny.

This was the first time we had fucked on the living room sofa, and it
was more resilient than I had expected. Her hips sprang up to meet my
thrusts as I watched my huge dick, glossy with the fluids of three
different women, drill in and out of her beaver.

She looked down there, too. "Oh, sweetie-bear, fuck me with your big
cock. Mmm, yeah, that's it. I love watching it slide in and out.
Harder, baby. Pound me. Oh, Bobby, honey! OH! BOBBY! UGH! YES! YES!"
Her tits were wobbling up and down and slamming into each other like
two cells trying to merge.

I gave it to her like that for a few more minutes as her screams ebbed
and flowed. I looked over at the twins. They looked like they were
seeing their first porno movie. "Oh, my god," Chrissy said. "Oh, my
god. They're fucking. He's got his cock in her and they're fucking.
Jill is really fucking her own son."

"I told you I was," Mom said.

"I know, but hearing about it is one thing," Chrissy said.

"Bang me doggy-style," Mom said to me. I watched her big melons swing
as she draped herself over the back of the sofa with her wide,
heart-shaped ass thrust outward. I saddled up behind her and slid my
tool in. I started pumping and she started screaming.

"Fuck me, Bobby! Fuck me!"

As we went at it, Linda came over and sat beside us on the sofa,
furiously fingering herself. She spread her legs wide and fondled her
tits with one hand. Her eyes, when open, stayed glued to the sight of
my cock disappearing into Mom.

"Oh, shit, that is so hot," Linda said. Her finger was moving so fast
on her clit that her hand was a blur. "Oh, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna
come just watching you two!"

I looked down at Mom's beautiful back and felt her rhythm. She wasn't
on the verge of orgasm, and neither was I. A little side trip was in
order. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I'll be back in a
minute." Then I pulled my dick out of her and she whimpered in
protest.

I sidestepped in Linda's direction.

"I'm gonna come!" she said.

"You're gonna come alright," I said. "You're gonna come with my big
cock in your pussy!"

Linda unclamped her eyes and a smile lit up her face. "Oh, Bobby!
You're gonna fuck me?"

"Yeah. Right now." Standing in front of her, I bent her thighs back to
her chest and she put her ankles on my shoulders. Then I took my cock
in hand and drove it into her with one nasty thrust. She was tight and
thick.

"Aie! Wait, honey," she said, like someone who had just changed their
mind about riding the biggest roller coaster at the amusement park.
"Your dick is so big. Go slow."

"Slow my ass," I said. "I'm gonna fuck your brains out. You know you
want it." I slammed my pelvis against her upturned ass with quick,
short strokes. She bounced up and down on the sofa cushion and her
tits flailed behind her knees.

"Oh, god, yeah, pound me, Bobby, pump my pussy with your big pole.
Ooh. OOH. Ugh! So this is what ten inches feels like!"

Chrissy came over and sat on the sofa arm. "Mmm, look at that big dick
do its thing. God, I can hear it sliding in and out. Isn't he great,
Linda? Feels like a baseball bat in your pussy, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," breathed Linda between whimpers and cries. "I'm gonna come,
Bobby! Fuck me! Fuck my brains out!"

Breathing like a sprinter, I gave it to her as hard as I could. My
nuts whacked against her ass like a sack of ball bearings. "Your pussy
is going to be so sore!" I said.

"I don't care! Oh, I'm coming! I'm coming, Bobby! Do me with your huge
dick! I'M COMING! OHHHH!" Her pussy convulsed around my dick as I gave
her a few final, slow pumps.

"Wow, what a spectacle that was," Mom said, massaging her clit. Now
get back over and finish me off." I pulled my dick out of Linda and
moved over to her. "In fact," Mom said, "Do me just like Linda." She
bent her knees back against her tits and put her calves across my
shoulders. I took my cock in hand.

"Give it to me, Bobby. Hurry, honey, slide it in. FUCK ME."

I fucked her. My big, glistening cock barreled in and out of her. She
moaned and screamed; the twins oohed and awed.

"Jesus, Bobby, where did you learn to service a woman like that?"
Chrissy asked.

"Mom taught me," I said as I pounded Mom's ass through the floor. She
was too busy screaming to respond to Chrissy. Then I turned the corner
and felt her tightening grip on my biceps. We were going to have
another one of our ear-splitting, earth-moving simultaneous orgasms.

"Oh, Bobby, you're about to come, aren't you? I can feel it in your
big nuts. Pull it out and squirt your juice all over me! Spray it on
my face!"

"I'm gonna cover you with it!"

Her big globes were heaving up and down like bronzy volcanoes. "Bobby,
honey, I'm coming. I'm coming! Fuck me! Long strokes, baby! Yeah! I'm
coming! I'M COMING! FUCK MEEEEEE!"

My balls were boiling. She shrieked with her own orgasm as I pulled my
big cock out of her pussy and brought it up to her face just as the
first massive surge of cum arced out of it and splattered over her
nose and left cheek. It was going to be a big, thick batch. I moaned
and grunted savagely. The next blast landed on her lips and chin and
dangled from her face in a snotty white cord. She opened her mouth and
stuck out her tongue and I gave her one right on it. "Mmmmmm," she
said, swallowing.

"Jesus Christ!" Linda said.

I wasn't finished. My cock was still on fire and spewed river after
river of hot semen on her. A long line crashed onto her forehead and
another sailed far back into her hair. Then she rolled her head back
in ecstasy and I gave her a pearl necklace-a big one. Her cheeks were
covered. She took my spasming cock in her mouth, and her tongue
massaged my glans as I felt the last big streams fountain into her
throat. She swallowed but couldn't keep up with my gusher. Groaning, I
watched my juice run down her chin and drip onto her huge tits.
Incredible.

"Holy shit, Jill," Chrissy said. "I've never seen or heard anything
like that."

"And I've never seen a cock squirt that much cum," Linda said. "God,
Billy do you do that every time?"

"When I fuck Mom I do."

Mom was still swallowing and licking her lips. "He's always that
good," she said, rubbing the semen on her tits around like lotion. "He
fucks me like that every night when Charles is away."

"Then you are the luckiest girl in the world," Linda said.

I kissed Mom and tasted my salty sperm on her lips. "Is your pussy
satisfied?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, honey. That was fantastic." She looked over at the twins,
who were still gaping in awe. "So, under what shallow pretense did you
seduce my son?"

"Well, we wanted him to..." Linda trailed off.

"Yes?"

"We thought he'd say which of us has the best tits."

Mom glanced down at her huge cantaloupes and smiled. "I can answer
that for you."

"Yeah, yeah, Jill, we can't compete with your watermelons," Chrissy
said. "God, you're like Jessica Rabbit."

No one disputed that. I leaned down and sucked on Mom's right
mountain. "Mmm," she moaned.

"But I just thought of a new competition we can have," Chrissy said,
her eyes flashing with sexual evil. "A 'tightest pussy' contest!"

VII

Mom guffawed. "Oh, get real."

"Afraid you might lose, Jill?"

"Please. Bobby, honey, which of us has tightest equipment?"

I chewed my lip. I knew the answer, but the contest sounded very fun.
"I dunno," I mumbled.

"Bull. You just want to fuck your aunts again."

"I want to fuck all three of you again."

"Okay, here's how we'll do it," Chrissy said. Like a giddy Campfire
Girl, she explained how the game would work. It sounded simple enough.

Then Linda looked down at my cock, which was lying big and soft across
my thighs. "Come on, Bobby, get that pussy-pleaser up and ready."

"Maybe you can help me with that."

"Maybe we all can," Chrissy said. The three women knelt together in
front of me like a harem. Three lithe, curvy bodies, three beautiful
faces and six huge breasts. Mom took my cock in her mouth. Then Linda.
Then Chrissy. Then they repeated the batting order. They gurgled and
slurped on my rising dick and exhorted each other to hurry up. Heaven.

A few minutes later, I was rock-hard, blindfolded and lying on the rug
in front of the hearth.

"By the way, what does the winner get?" I heard Mom ask.

"The winner gets to finish herself off on him," Chrissy said.

"Ooh, good," Mom said confidently. "Are you ready, Bobby?"

"Yep."

"Jesus, look at his cock," Linda said. I stroked it. It was standing
straight up, ten inches and as thick as a rolling pin.

"He's definitely ready."

"Contestant number one, come on down," I said and heard the three
women giggle on the other side of the room. Then I felt the air move
as a body hovered above me.

The test was straightforward. Each woman would ride my cock so I could
judge her tightness. The time limit for each pussy was two minutes to
prevent any screaming, giveaway orgasms, and the contestants had
agreed not to go more than halfway down my cock, since differing
vaginal capacities might also reveal identities. And I had received
strict instructions to keep my hands at my sides and not grab tits.

The heat of the woman over me wafted across my chest as I felt a pussy
slip down over my pole. "Ooh, that's nice," I said, and I heard a
stifled moan. I couldn't tell whose voice it was, but the pussy felt
like Linda's. It slid up and down my dick mechanically and I fought
off the urge to slam my tool up into it.

Then the first pussy departed and I felt contestant number two getting
into position. "That was great, number one," I called out. The new
pussy sheathed down over me. It moved fast and rocked back and forth a
little. Definitely Chrissy.

Then came number three. I could practically hear Mom's big knockers
bouncing off each other as she squatted over me. Then a pussy engulfed
my cock like a hungry, sucking mouth and I knew it was her. Her slot
gripped my dick and I moaned. She rode up and down it and I could feel
her back arching and her tight ass flexing. I wanted to grab her waist
and send my tool home to paradise.

"Mmm," I moaned. "Fantastic. Contestants number one and two were great
and I have some really hot parting gifts for you, but..." The room
filled with girlish gasps of anticipation. "...contestant number three
has the tightest fucking pussy on the face of the earth!" Before I
could even turn that phrase, two hands yanked away my blindfold.
There, with her firm thighs bucking and her huge tanks jiggling, was
Mom smiling down at me.

"Hi, sweetie-bear," she said. "Now let's get down to business." She
slammed her ass down over my big cock and cried out with pleasure as
my glans plowed into her cervix. Then she rocked forward, swinging her
melons into my face, and began sliding her pussy up and down my shaft
at a ferocious clip.

"Oh, Bobby," she huffed. "Ooh, that feels so fucking good." She looked
down at her beaver. "Look, baby, I'm pumping my tight pussy all the
way up and down your big dick. Oh, honey! Ugh!"

"Keep going, lady," I said, watching the action. "Slide on my big,
hard pole. Oh, god, your pussy's gonna make me come!"

"Mmm, I must be really tight. Or maybe your big cock just makes it
seem that way!"

"No, honey, your pussy's tight. Ooh! Pump it up and down."

"Ugh! Put your hands on my big melons, honey!"

"Oh, shit, we have to sit here on the sidelines again!" said Linda.

"Screw that," Chrissy said. She came over and straddled my face with
her thighs. "Eat me, Bobby," she said, lowering herself down. "Lick my
pussy good."

I did as she commanded while Mom churned up and down on my big dong
and my hands kept her tits from smashing the furniture. Just then,
however, a new hand-one of Linda's-led my fingers to her own pussy,
where I began stimulating her clit. Moans all around. Now this was
fucking.

"Oh, yeah, Bobby, eat me."

"Ugh! Sweetie bear, your big dick makes my pussy feel so good!"

After a few more minutes, Mom pressed her chest against mine and I
rolled her onto her back to finish us both off. I spread my knees for
good leverage and started sliding my cock in and out of her with long,
fast strokes. Her fingers played with my nipples.

"Yeah, fuck me, Bobby," she said, looking up at me and smiling. "Fuck
me good. No one can do me like you, honey." She looked down at the
action. "Ooh, give me every fucking inch of that big pole. Ugh! Fuck
me, baby! Harder!"

While I looked down and pounded Mom's ass clear to China this time,
Linda wedged her head in between our tight abs and started licking
Mom's clit.

"Ah! Linda, that feels great! Mmm, don't stop!" Mom cried. Then
Chrissy got behind me and I felt her tongue on my swinging balls. I
leaned down and sucked Mom's tits. The room filled with moans and
gasps and lewd, wet slapping sounds.

"Bobby, I'm coming again!" Mom yelled. She was a little ahead of me
this time. "Oh! OH! Yeah! Fuck me baby, now, I'M COMING! I'M COMING!
BOBBEEEEE!" I pounded her so hard I thought my heart would jump out of
my chest. Her nails sank into back and I could feel blood welling up
around them. The piercing echo of her screams finally faded as I felt
my own load of cum getting ready. The base of my dick tingled and
throbbed as Chrissy and Linda came around and sucked Mom's tits. Then
they brought their faces down to each side of her waist and looked at
my pole thrusting in and out of Mom's beaver.

"Ooh, are you going to shoot another big load of cum?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, yeah, any second now!"

"Good, Bobby. Squirt it all over our faces."

I was a dozen strokes away and starting to shorten my thrusts. Mom
sighed contentedly and leaned up to kiss me. Five more strokes, three,
two. I could feel the cum gush to the end of my tool. I pulled it out
of Mom's pussy and groaned like a drunken caveman.

Chrissy got the first stream on the chin. Then another right in her
mouth. Then I gave Linda three huge, thick cords all over her face.
She moaned. Then I gave Chrissy some more hot cum. Then Linda. Then I
aimed it between them and blasted a few long ropes onto Mom's face and
tits. She rubbed her tits with her hands and I shot cum all over her
hands. Then I shoved my cock into Linda's mouth and squirted a few
ounces down her throat. Then Chrissy took my dick in her mouth and
sucked out the rest. I went cross-eyed. I almost passed out.

The room was a sea of loud moans and naked bodies: semen-soaked faces
and huge, heaving breasts and long, shapely legs. I ran my cock over
Chrissy's lips and then crawled up and stuck it in Mom's mouth. She
slurped and took the whole thing down her throat.

In our nice, elegant living room, I had just fucked my gorgeous mother
and my two aunts and splattered their voluptuous bodies with cum. This
wasn't suburbia. It was Rome. And I was the new emperor.

Mom's deep-throat action got my cock going again immediately. She
licked my balls and smiled at me. It was going to be a long day.


THE END

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