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Subject: {ASSM} My Stacked Mother Part 3 (m/F, mother/son, inc)
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Date: Sun, 01 Jan 2006 10:10:01 -0500
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My Stacked Mother Part 3
by NC (m/F, mother/son, inc)

After that day, my mother's spirits were lifted even more. It became obvious
that the more compliments I paid her, the more confident she became, so I
was very open-handed (with the compliments). The result: hemlines became
even shorter; outfits became tighter; low neck tops became, well, lower. She
even began wearing Daisy Duke-like shorts and thin, tight t-shirts in the
house.

Not that I didn't appreciate all that (on the contrary, I was delighted),
but I wanted something more. I had already seen her tits and ass once and I
wanted to see them again. Can you blame me? So, I racked my brains until it
struck me that our swimming pool could be the answer to my prayers. The
problem was that she never used it (I, on the other hand, took a dip every
day). But that was in the past; in the days when she felt embarrassed about
her body and the thought of her in a swimsuit was inconceivable. Now, things
were different. So, one day, I asked her to join me in the pool.
Unfortunately, she turned me down. I asked her several times since, but she
was always finding excuses, until one day she told me that she didn't even
have a swimsuit. Well, what could I say to that? "That's alright mom. You
can skinny-dip. I don't mind!" Not really.

I did something else though -something very brave and very impetuous: I went
out and bought her one. Good thing that I was only 15. When you are a kid,
sometimes you just do stuff without much thinking. A risky move but it paid
off.

To justify my little gift, I whined that I grew tired of swimming alone all
the time and that I didn't think that she would ever buy one; an excuse that
worked out pretty well (she even seemed amused). To justify my choice
(a...string bikini), I said that it was the only kind they had (a lame excuse,
which, thankfully, seemed to amuse her again). So far so good, but mom still
wouldn't put it on because it was too small. That, I didn't do on purpose. I
was embarrassed, as it was, in that shop, so I just grabbed one and took it
to the cash desk. I wasn't about to start discussing sizes.

I was too close now to let everything fall apart, only because the size was
not right, so I wore a sad look and used all my boyish charms. "Oh come on,
mom! Just for today. Tomorrow, buy yourself another one," I said in
wheedling tone of voice.

She was very hesitant at first, but finally she mellowed and decided to
humor me.

"Well, since you went to all this trouble," she said, "Oh, alright."
(Hurray)

She went upstairs to her room to change and I went to the yard to wait for
her (I was already in my Speedos). When she showed up a few minutes later, I
felt I was in wonderland.

"It is definitely NOT my size," mom said uneasily, while trying to squeeze
her gigantic breasts into the bikini's top; a totally hopeless task! Imagine
trying to fit two watermelons in a top that was suitable for two large
oranges, at best! The sight was so funny that I had to make an effort to
keep a straight face. But more than funny (much more), it was hot. Her tits
were spilling out from the hapless top from all the sides. The fabric just
covered a small area of skin around the nipples and that was all. The rest
was...out there. And there were oceans of "rest!"

Immediately I felt a certain organ of me growing fast, and since Speedos and
erection are not a good combination, I plunged hastily into the pool. Mom,
who was too busy fighting with the bikini to notice me, took a few awkward
steps towards me and stood by the pool.

"I am buying a new one first thing tomorrow," she said, unable to hide her
discomfiture. "I am only doing this because this is the first time you ever
bought me something and I didn't want to let you down."

Here is a good chance to describe her in more detail. She was standing by
the pool, looking, every now and then, nervously over her shoulder, as if
she was making sure that no one is watching her (even though we were alone).
I, on the other hand, was now inside the pool and, from there, could see her
spectacular figure spreading out above me. We have already covered her
breasts: they were humongous! She had a huge ass, wide hips, and flabby
thighs, but a relatively small waist (compared to her hips). She was
fair-skinned and a natural blonde. I stress the word "natural" because for
the first time I had a taste of her pussy. The pink bikini, which was
designed for a slim, 18 year-old girl and not for a 45 year-old,
outrageously-endowed woman, couldn't even hide the bare essentials. The
bottoms were so small, narrow, and low-cut that a part of her bush was
completely uncovered. Imagine a small "v" (the bikini bottoms) in front of a
capital "V" (her pussy). That's how it was. The cellulite in her lower areas
may be a major turn-off for most men, but for me it was the icing on the
cake.

My mother was sitting on the fence for some time, occasionally dipping her
toe into the pool to see how cold it was. Seeing her lack of resolution I
decided to give her a helping hand (literally): I grasped her wrist; "Don't
you dare," she squealed, trying to break loose, but her appeals fell on deaf
ears; I pulled her in. There was a big splash and water lapped against the
side of the pool.

"You little rat. I'll-"

She didn't finish that sentence because she suddenly realized that her top
had come off and was floating on the water, right in front her. Thankfully,
that didn't seem to upset her very much.

"Oh well!" she said, raising her eyebrows and shrugging her shoulders. "It
was too small anyway. I guess I'll have to go topless!"

She smiled at me and I smiled back. Then she said, "But I want you to keep
your hands above the water, where I can see them!"

I immediately blushed, since that was a direct allusion to that day in the
kitchen when she showed me her breasts. After all this time, that was her
first comment about that incident. I didn't know what to say to that, but
mom, who probably noticed my embarrassment, started splashing water on me. I
immediately counter-attacked and for a while, we were merrily splashing
about.

After the cessation of hostilities, there was some swimming, and then we
stood in the shallow end of the pool (water to our chests), where mom, very
excited, was telling me with great animation how deliciously cool the water
felt on her skin and how much she was enjoying herself. I was nodding in
agreement, saying the occasional "uh-huh," but in reality I was deeply
engrossed with her colossal breasts, which were floating and swaying
peacefully in the limpid water. God, how big they were! Meanwhile, my
erection was giving me serious problems. You see, my pecker was hanging down
naturally when I put on my Speedos, and now, as it was desperately trying to
stand to attention, it was pushing hard against the taut material.

At the same time, my mother, who was very vibrant and effusive all of a
sudden (was it the water; the sun; who knows!), decided that she wanted to
cuddle with her baby.

"Come on mom, I am not a baby anymore," I protested feebly, but she had
already thrown her hands around me. We hugged each other; my hands around
her waist; hers around my neck. Feeling her ample bosom against my chest
didn't exactly improve the situation with my erection -an erection that not
only was getting bigger by the nanosecond, but was now pressing against her
belly. And then it happened: somehow my entrapped dick wended its way over
the top of my Speedos. Not a very difficult task really, since my Speedos
were of the micro-sized, racing kind with the waistband just below the
pelvic bones (so low that a bit of pube was actually showing). And I really
don't want to brag, but I had quite a big dick for a 15 year-old; almost 7
inches long -a dick which was now facing straight up and almost half of it
was out of my briefs. I couldn't do anything about it even if I wanted to. I
was still locked in a tight embrace with mom, who didn't seem to have any
intention letting me go, even now that my bare cock was in direct contact
with her soft, flabby belly.

I was all flustered and almost ready to cum with all that touching when my
mother finally broke the hug. I immediately tried, as discreetly as I could,
to place my turgid dick inside my Speedos again, but it was hopeless. Then
my smiling mother whispered something which, at the time, preoccupied with
my situation, I didn't quite get, but now I know what she meant.

She said: "Poetic justice."

I realized that the only thing I could do was to relax and allow my cock to
return to its natural state. Only then I could slip it back into my Speedos.
How was that going to happen, with my gorgeous, practically-naked mother
playing around and touching me all the time, I didn't have a clue! And of
course, I had to be careful not to lift myself too far out of the water. Not
that the water was giving me much protection anyway (it was crystal-clear),
but still...

Then my mother came up with another brilliant idea: I lowered myself and she
sat on my shoulders, her thighs wrapped around my head. I grabbed her fat
hips to support her and keep her from falling, and she gripped my head. Her
pendulous breasts rested on the top of my head; her pussy against the back
of my neck. I tried to take a few steps but it was difficult, since (a) she
was heavy and (b) she was squirming.

"Stay still," I said, "or we'll fall!"

She didn't. I didn't know that then, but she was actually rubbing her cunt
against my neck, reaching a small orgasm!

Eventually, her wriggling made me lose my balance and we fell with a splash.

"Now look what you did!" I said with a deadpan expression.

"Moi?" she said kittenishly.

"You are in for it now!" I shrieked and lunged at her. Again, we began
splashing around noisily; only this time there was a lot of physical
contact. In all this cheerful commotion, I grabbed firmly anything I could
get my hands into (with a clear preference for her two airbags) and kept
rubbing my hard cock against her voluptuous body! I was squeezing and
groping and fondling and coping feels; it was so great! Eventually, we found
ourselves outside of the pool, still frolicking and fooling around. My
mother led the way to the house in a brisk pace. I was right behind her,
confident enough to pinch and smack her bare butt occasionally, saying stuff
like "move it," or "on the double."  We entered the house laughing, and
headed upstairs. Ascending the stairs, I watched ecstatic her big wet ass
wiggling mischievously, still smacking it every couple of seconds.

Finally, we reached her room. "I'll change and make us something to eat,"
she panted and quickly took off her bikini bottoms. Watching her impassively
shedding her last fig leaf surprised me greatly. I stood there, round-eyed,
ogling her. She was a ravishing sight in her birthday suit.

"Don't look so surprised," mom said, "I was as good as naked anyway!"

She was right, but still, it was different. I mean, sure, that tiny piece of
clothing wasn't much, but it was...something. I was staring intently at her
beautiful, blonde pussy, when she said meaningfully, "It seems I'm not the
only one who needs a bigger swimsuit!"

Immediately I looked down and saw that almost the entirety of my swollen
cock was out of my Speedos. In all my excitement, I had completely forgotten
about that...minor technicality. Amazing! I had been walking around with my
erect penis in public view and didn't even notice. It's a good job we didn't
have any visitors!

"That doesn't look very comfortable," mom said, "Maybe you should just take
them off."

I wasn't feeling at all shy now, so, without further ado, I followed her
advice. We stood there for a while, looking at each other. My mother's hand
slipped between her thighs.

"Come here baby!" she said and our warm, naked bodies intertwined in a
passionate embrace.

"I love you mom!" I said and kissed her on the lips, then on the neck and
then on her heavy breasts, while squeezing with both hands her meaty ass
cheeks.

"I love you too baby!" mom moaned and we lay in her bed, me on top of her.

We were both so horny! I was playing with her enormous tits; they were like
two large pillows, soft and pliable; I was kneading and kissing and licking
and suckling them as if there was no tomorrow. She was moaning; her arms and
legs wrapped around me, stroking my head. "Kiss mommy's tits," she said,
"They are all yours. Do whatever you want with them!"

Gradually, I slithered lower, where my mother's gaping vagina was
impatiently waiting to meet my tongue. She spread her legs for me and I
licked her wet pussy, focusing mostly on her swollen clit, while slipping my
middle finger into her ass hole (in porn movies, women seemed to like that),
and judging from my mother's moans of approbation, I was right on the
button. Her pussy tasted so good that I could stay there eating it, all day
long, but being a virgin, I was very eager to have sex for the first time in
my life! My cock wanted desperately to fuck a real pussy (and not my hand
for a change).

Fortunately, mom's pussy was also very eager to get fucked by a real cock
after a long time. "Take me baby!" mom said, in a horny, hoarse voice. I
climbed on top of her and she kindly chaperoned my cock into her hungry
pussy. The sensation was unbelievable! It was perfect; it felt so right! Her
pussy completely enveloped my throbbing, veined cock. I started fucking her,
my cock easily gliding in and out of that tunnel of hot, wet flesh. Mom
wrapped her legs around my waist; "Faster, faster," she cried and squeezed
her tits together so I could suckle at her erect nipples while I was fucking
her -something that I gladly did. I was fucking her as hard as I could, but
she kept screaming "harder" at the top of her lungs. I fucked her as hard as
the word "hard" can possibly denote, and even harder, bringing her to one
screaming orgasm after another and I still kept going like the Duracell
bunny.

My mother was more than delighted to find out that she had such a durable
son. I had given her great pleasure and now she wanted to express her
gratitude. We swapped places; I lied on my back, and she crawled between my
legs. She took my cock in her hand and slowly started stroking it up and
down, stopping, every now and then, to kiss my cock and balls lovingly.
After a short but amazing blowjob, she put my ready-to-explode dick between
her breasts and squeezed them around it. All of a sudden, my dick didn't
seem at all that impressive. Next to my mother's colossal mammary glands, it
looked tiny. In fact it had completely disappeared into her yawning
cleavage. But it was such a hospitable environment; so snug and worm! I was
fucking her soft, pillowy breasts, moaning with pleasure; my cock -wet as it
was from pre-cum and mom's saliva- was gliding smoothly between her tits,
finally releasing its contents in a major eruption of unprecedented scale.
Or, to use a colorful simile, I came like a horse, covering every nook and
cranny of my mother's chest with hot, sticky semen. One would wonder where
the hell all this cum was coming from, but I was SO worked up! Mom was
gazing admiringly at her son's little fountain, and when it dried up, she
hornily slathered the sperm all over her body, slowly and with obvious
relish, as if it was some kind of skin care, cosmetic cream!

After a much-needed brake, we resumed fucking and it was as good as the
first time, if not better. We've been having an affair since then and even
today, after all these years, every time we have sex, it is still as
wondrous and magical as that first time.

The End
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Comments are always welcomed and appreciated.
NC

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