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(FFM) *** Chapter 2 "Bobby dear, I think further steps are necessary - would you be a good boy, and unhook this big, stretchy brassiere, for me?" She leaned over the boy, bringing the front-fastening garment within his reach. Of course, it also brought her gigantic breasts, topped by twin thrusting teats, to within inches of the little boy's face. Bobby eventually shook off his shock, and struggled to release the many hooks – how he struggled, but he kept at the task manfully, and finally the last hook was released. I think your penis could do with some air too, after all that pumping, don't you?" said the wicked woman, and suiting her actions to her words, she swiftly unfastened her stepson's shorts and dragged them to the floor, exposing the cum-covered salami that was Bobby's penis. "THAT'S better!" sighed Ellen, sliding her hands forward until her palms cupped the massive globed of her shining, glowing breasts, and she shrugged off the restricting brassiere. She hefted one of her big melons in each hand, squeezing and rubbing, the white breast flesh bulging out between her fingers. "Can I take it that baby likes his step-mommy's big, swollen boobies just a little bit then?" said Ellen, thinking only of unloading the massive store of milk which she could feel bloating her milk ducts. Bobby was transfixed, and as per his long-practiced routine, he reached for his giant, sticky, cum-coated cock. Ellen's mouth opened and she moaned as Bobby finally gave in to throbbing need and began stroking his already thickening dick. "That's it, baby, you just make that big cock all nice and hard again, and mommy will watch you." Ellen's plan for her little charge was right on track. As he gazed up, stroking a little faster now, Ellen began rubbing her plump nipples, which began to thicken. A series of soft moans were forced from her lips as her nipples began stiffening, thrusting out further and further, until they looked like little cocks! Then with her thumbs and forefingers, Ellen started jerking off her nipples as if they were a pair of stiff little dicks! Her breasts had also swollen to an awesome degree, the skin so tight that they didn't jiggle any more. They looked like monstrous marrows sticking out of her chest. Ellen wrapped the remaining fingers of each hand along the twin tubes that were her teats, and just went on jacking them off. She worked the skin back and forth in a hard, fast rhythm in time with the thumb-stroking of her nipple shafts; the tight, translucent outer skin sliding slickly over the swollen nipples inside! The boy below her in the chair was somewhere out in space. His hand was in its usual position, wrapped around his twitching cock, but this time his stepmom was right here! Not only right here, but her massive breasts were only inches away, and she was busily wanking her nipples - which now looked to be three inches long - something Bobby hadn't even dreamt was possible! She was pumping at lightning speed, her hands working in unison, sliding in and out at the same time over her jugs and nipples. Bobby could see her mouth stretched open in a silent scream as she jerked off her penis- shaped teats like crazy, thinking only of the days, weeks, months ahead, and what little Bobby would be made to do…..then liquid began seeping from her nipples, dripping down onto the boy still masturbating beneath her, and her hands became a slippery, sliding blur as an orgasm hit her. Her hands continued to work, wanking her extended nipples. As the boy stared in shock, her nipples shot again, spurting creamy milk in gushes, every squeeze drawing out long, steady streams of milk from each tit, which she aimed very precisely, covering the boy in her mammary product. At that moment Bobby also exploded again, filling the air with more cum than he'd ever seen, but it was no match for the milk flowing from Ellen's pumping boobs. As if they had a life of their own, they continued to pump out streams of cream, gradually emptying their swollen sacs, while Ellen loomed over the boy like a statue, still in the grip of orgasm. Her hands continued to squeeze out more and more milk; her tits finally beginning to wobble again after emptying out some of the pressure. They must have pumped their contents out for 3 or 4 minutes! Her fingers were so completely covered with cream that the room was filled with slippery, squelching, slurping noises as she pumped her nipples. The stuff streamed down onto Bobby's face and clothes. He opened his mouth and slid out his tongue to taste it, drinking in the sweet white syrup, until there was finally no more jetting from the twin tankers that were his stepmom's breasts. Ellen still wasn't finished, however. Not by a long chalk. Already she could sense her over productive glands working hard to refill her monster breasts. "D'you think you can do that for me when we milk mommy's big titties a second time?" Bobby heard his stepmother moan quietly, as he slurped up the last of the thick milk. "W-what d'you want me to do, mommy?" asked the dazed boy, still thickly coated in the first thick creamy discharge. "Will you pump mommy's big nipples, and make them give up another load of lovely milk?" Ellen felt her reserves refilling, her milk ducts swelling with the load. Not waiting for the boy to reply, she took his hands and forced them round her mighty nipple stalks. He knew he must grasp those handles, and jerk them off like she had done. Latching on from underneath, his fingers only reached halfway round the bottom of her hard, swollen, breasts. "Slide your fingers out to my big nipples, baby." She breathed, as his palms began working back and forth on the underside of her jugs. They were hard, but springy on the outside and gave a little to the boy's gripping pressure. He slid his trembling hands to the pointed peaks of her nipples, and began to stroke harder. The outer skin began to move back and forth with his hands, like the sliding foreskin on his prick. But the inner, blood-tight tubes were distended hard. As he moved the skin back and forth he felt them growing inside, even longer and more erect. Milk started to flow from her nipples once more and spread over his fingers causing his palms to slip and slide. White foam began coating his hands and those inner tits pulsated like dicks about to cum. Sticky sounds came from his foamy hands as he slid them faster and faster over Ellen's turgid titties. Then Ellen blew like a volcano. Cream began spewing from her nipples again as the pistons inside pushed it out in streams. It covered Bobby's hands, which were still jerking, and ran down his arms, threatening to drown the little boy. With verbal encouragement, however, Bobby stuck at his task. Finally it was over. When Ellen's mighty breasts had once more ejected the awesome load that had threatened to drive her insane, her rational mind once more took control. "Right little Bobby, let's get you out of those sticky clothes." No time for Bobby to react as Ellen moved to the next step of her plan. "You'll sleep with me tonight, so that I can make sure you wake up in good time to make that 9 am appointment." What she really meant was, if he was in her bed, she could make sure he didn't waste any of his lovely cum, wanking that lovely cock without her! The boy was summarily hustled upstairs, where she stripped him in seconds flat, and almost carried him into the shower. She was terribly excited by the whole thing, and just amazed at the size of his cock. He really was very big, and she was hot again - hot and getting hotter, as despite herself she reached out and held his hardness for the first time. Bobby was beside himself, because what she was doing felt so strange but yet so good. Then when she dropped the wash cloth, soaped her hand and wrapped it around his shaft and began to slowly pump it, his legs stiffened, he tensed, and let out an oh. In fact it felt so good, he was lost in the feeling and wasn't apprehensive at all. He knew that if she kept this up much longer, he would shoot another load of hot cum. The thought of shooting as his stepmother wanked and watched him, excited him even more. Ellen kept up the slow pace as she said, "Bobby, d'you often play with yourself when it gets hard like this?" He could only nod yes to her questioning eyes, as they left his cock long enough to look at his face. "When you do does lots of white stuff always shoot out?" Again he nodded affirmative, causing her to groan and pick up the pace of her jerking on his hard cock. "Lots and lots and LOTS of white stuff?" she moaned, knowing the answer from watching the boy earlier. "A-a-about a cup full." Bobby stuttered through clenched teeth, as his stepmother thoroughly soaped, re-soaped, and re-soaped again his raging hard-on. A cup full! Jesus! Ellen somehow managed to keep from making young Bobby ejaculate. She eventually showered and dried him, and then carried him to her bed. Ellen had consumed 4 large brandies as she made her plans, so she didn't think she'd have trouble going to sleep…and so it was. Within a few minutes she was lying next to the boy, his head INSIDE her slip AND cradled between her gigantic silk-clad boobs, and his arms trapped beneath hers. Bobby was comforted by the gentle snoring of his stepmother, and fell asleep with her rubbery right nipple trying to wriggle up his nose. When he awoke, sunlight was streaming through the bedroom window, and it took him a moment to realise he was alone. Even as he was wondering if he'd have time to pump out a quick load of cum from his straining, bloated balls, his stepmother, fully clothed, glided back in the bedroom, complete with drugged orange juice and lots of toast spread with more of the harmless but effective hallucinogenic. "Oh good, you're up," she said, looking pointedly at his massive, rampant cock. "You must be VERY STIFF sleeping on stepmommy's boobies all night, so while you eat breakfast, I'll give you a massage." Despite the fact that she wanted nothing more than to spend the whole day 'massaging' the distended dick before her, she slid behind the boy as he ate, and expertly loosened him up, using her fingertips on his back and shoulders, as Doctor Lessmilker had instructed on the phone. After about fifteen minutes the toast and juice were gone, along with their added ingredients, and the boy was like a rag doll in her hands. Glancing at the bedside clock and seeing 8.17am, Ellen Highwater slipped into top gear. *** ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 35